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desswright29 · 5 months

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Contains: Angst, Sad Shuri, emotional, Love Making, Happy Ending

Another Sad Love Song

The tention in Shuri’s shoulders sat heavier as she shut the door to the garage behind her. Music rang throughout the house. Upbeat drums and melodic piano set an almost jovial mood, but Shuri knew better. She knew if she listened close enough to the lyrics. It’d be yet another sad love song. She released an exhale placing her keys on the key rack, took off her coat to hang, and placed her lab shoes in the cubby.

Making her way to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator pulling out vegetables and the fresh steak that she’d gotten from the butcher yesterday. Today would be different, she told herself. It was a special day and things would lighten up. They had to. She set everything on the island before heading upstairs to change into clothes more suitable for cooking. She tried to keep that ounce of hope that she’d mustered up up in the kitchen. But as her footsteps inches closer to your shared bedroom she could feel the energy being sucked from her body. The energetic music had changed crushing the bit of hope that remained as the lyrics smacked her in the chest.

“Why does it hurt so bad, Why do I feel so sad.”

Once again, she was correct. Another song that told the story of your pain stifled the air of the once warm home filled with beautiful memories. Most of the time it felt cold and draining now. A consistent guilt was always gripping at Shuri’s chest. It was begining to wear her down.

Placing a smile on her face she opened the door to the room hoping that if she appeared to be in a good mood it would somehow transfer over to you. She was surprised to find you sitting at your vanity fully dressed placing finishing touches to your make up. Her smile widened a bit more at the sight of her beautiful girlfriend all done up. In one fell swoop, all hope had come back to Shuri. Had you remembered and made plans for the two of you today? You glance up looking at her in the mirror, you slightly nod your head in acknowledgment of her presence.

“Griot, turn down the music.” Shuri calls as she stares at you from the doorway. She stepped further into the room. “Wow, thando you look amazing! What’s the occasion?” She asked. A smirk turned up the corner of her lips.

“Headed out with the girls tonight.” You say simply, releasing your curls from the loose bun you’d placed them in, and fluffing them out. Shuri immediately deflated. Her eyes began to sting.

“Uh..I-I had hoped that you and I could have a night in together. I thought I’d make us some dinner and we could relax and watch some of our favorite movies.” At one point in the relationship Shuri saying those words would have made your face light up. You would’ve put on matching pajama’s ran down stairs and helped her cook, laughed and danced together, and the movie would’ve watched as the two of you made love not even half way through.

But nothing in your face changed and neither did your intentions. “Rain check? I’ve already told the girls I’d hang.”

Shuri’s head dropped as she bit into her bottom lip. She nodded. “Yea.. yea ok. Have fun.” With that she walked away. Going into her closet she stripped off her clothes for the day placing them into her clothing hamper and finding her lounge wear. A grey sweat suit would do. She glanced on top of her glass jewlery case looking at a watch that you’d bought her exactly four years ago today.

On your anniversary.

“To my forever” was engraved in the back. She grabbed the watch holding it in her palm, her thumb grazing over the inscription as she slid to the floor with her back against the closet island.

She quickly rubbed her hand over her face once again feeling the sting on tears coming on. Could she really shed tears over this? Was she allowed to be hurt and exhausted with her situation? This was all her doing. She’d lost the loving, and affectionate woman that she’d once had due to her own inability to remain faithful. Somehow, she’d managed to get you back after a year break up. Without you she’d gone insane. Fought tooth and nail to fix her mistake. She’d done everything in her power to get you back. And it’d worked. Physically you were right here. Tangible. Except, it really hadn’t.

She quickly shook it off. There was no room for her to feel sorry for herself. Standing to her feet she placed the watch on her wrist and walked out of the closet.

You were now grabbing your trench that had been drapped across the bed preparing to leave. Shuri stood awkwardly in the center of the room. Watching as you shrugged on your coat.

“How long are you planning to be out?”

“Not sure. I’ll let you know. I’m headed out.” You walked over to her placing a kiss on her cheek before nothing was left of you but the lingering scent of your perfume.

She headed back down stairs to the kitchen. She washed her hands, thinking about where she went wrong, preparing to make dinner for one on her anniversary.

3 am rolled around and Shuri sat alone in the darkness of the living room. A blunt rolled to perfection sat between her fingers. Her mind to preoccupied to take on any other stimulation. You still hadn’t returned home and numbness had taken over her body. She’d sent several text. All unanswered. She kept trying to remind herself she deserved this. But did she? Really? You said you forgave her. So how much longer could she take being punished?

The front door opened. Soon the sound of your heels clicking against the marble floors followed. As you entered the living room humming a tune, Shuri could no longer hold back. She brought the sativa to her lips taking a deep draw, holding it in for awhile before releasing through her nose.

“Do you even still love me?” You gasped. Your hand flying up to your chest in shock from having not seen Shuri on the couch. “Fuck Shuri! You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing up sitting in the dark!” You walked over turning on the lamp next to the couch. The light illuminating Shuri’s tear stained face. Shuri’s low eyes scanned your body as you examined her face. She had learned long ago to swallow her emotions after everything she’d lost. So her tears were not to be taken lightly.

Shuri took another puff of the blunt turning away from you. “I’m sorry sthandwa.” She whispered. Smoke escaping her mouth as she spoke. “I don’t know how many more ways I can say it or put it into action.” A single tear rolled down her cheek as you stood quietly not knowing what to say. “I-I’m exhausted. Everything feels so h-heeeeavy.” She almost heaved the words. “I work hard, and I come home to a house that almost feels like a jail cell. It’s so cold, so suffocating. It hurts. Because I remember what it used to be. I don’t know if I’m allowed to feel it because I hurt you. I know I shattered your love, trust and admiration for me into millions of little pieces. I know how uncalled for the pain that I caused you was. And everyday I’m trying to pick up those pieces. Slicing my fingers and gluing my wounds shut until it burns. Every time I feel like I’m making just a little progress it feels like somebody comes and crushes it under their foot, and now im back at square one.”

She tsked leaning forward to place her poison in the ashtray. Sitting back into the couch she still couldn’t look at you. “I-I’m breaking y/n. I can’t take it and I need to know that you still l-love me. That I still have a chance to make this better.” She broke. Her hands shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to control her breathing.

You rush over to her kneeling on the floor in front of her. “Shuri calm down.” You grab her hands attempting to ground her. But she was gone in a full fledge panick attack. You lifted yourself from the floor and straddled her lap. You grabbed her pulling her into you holding her tight. Lying her head on your bossom. “Shuri I do love you. I love you sooo much. Breath for me please! Calm down.” Shuri’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist. As if you’d float away if she let go. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You kept repeating as her breathing slowly became more controlled. Your chin rested atop her head, fingers running through her curls as you rocked her back and forth humming a tune.

You realized this had been the most affection you’d given her in a year. “I’m so sorry Shuri.”

Shuri could only continue to hold onto you. Soaking in your embrace that had been so vividly absent. The feel of your body pressed against hers. The feel of your fingers carressing her scalp. The feeling of you, your essence, your calm gave her a peace that she hadn’t felt in such a long time.

“I don’t want you to be sorry.” Her muffled speech vibrated against your breast. “I just want to make it better baby. I want you to love me the way you did before. I need you to tell me what you need me to do? I know what I did will always be apart of our story. And if I could change that I would. But I can’t. I need you to know that I’m doing everything in my power sthandwa. Do you believe you could ever trust me again?” You remove your arms from around Shuri’s neck and attempt to remove yourself from her lap. She held you tighter looking up into your eyes with those eyes you loved so much. They were pleading with you.“Baby Please don’t move.” She spoke softly.

For the past year you spent the majority of your time trying to ignore the effect your girlfriend had on you. Trying with all your might not to fall as hard as you did before. To subject yourself to the pain you’d gone through with her. But now sitting here looking down into the eyes you’d avoided for so long. Seeing the regret and what a toll the past year of trying to fix it had taken on her, made your feelings you’d swallowed bubble to the surface. It was time for this conversation to happen. Time to move forward. You settled onto you lovers lap grabbing onto her triceps, creating an air of closeness and connectivity, you lowered your guard. Letting out a cleansing breath you finally let go.

“Shuri, I don’t know… did you trust me to love you the right way when you went- looking for something else… from someone else? What you’re trying to do now is what I tried to do back then! Love you! Make it easy for you. I want this to be right, but how will I know? I love you with everything in me… I just-“

“So you don’t.” Shuri cut you off. “You don’t believe that you can.” The eye contact was suddenly too much and her head dropped in defeat. “Baby I don’t know what else to do. You couldn’t possibly ever be happy with me if you still feel like this.”

You cup Shuri’s face, blinking away your tears. “Shuri… I need you to stop hating the person you were when it happened, and just love me. Be the person you are now! I watch the whole thing replay over and over again in your eyes every time you look at me! Like I’m your victim and not someone that you love! The pity…it gets to me! And I love you and hate watching you torture both of us with the redundancy of your mind. Give me you! Please… I miss you. Give me you… and what if—-if-“ Your mind wandered away and Shuri took the opportunity to speak once again.

“How? How if you keep rejecting me. You’ve been so cold.” You swallowed it was true. But you were giving it all you had at the moment before fear would grip you and pull you back into numbness. The idea you were seeking finally came forward in your mind.

“What if we need something new… you want the love I’ve had before but what if it’s changed? Does that have to be a bad thing? Shuri, look at me… really look at me. Don’t shy away… just look at me. I’m right here, now what? Maybe it’s not a matter of redemption… but a place of renewal. Shuri I want this, I want you. But I need you to stop holding on to who we were before all this. It hurts.”

“I’m looking sthandwa... and I’ve been watching you as well. Trying to get a glimpse of what you want from me. How am I supposed to not hate myself for what I did when every day I walk in this house it’s as if your constantly trying to remind me that I hurt you. The lack of affection. All the fucking sad songs. *Lip trembles* You’re right. I’m sure it has changed. Right now I’ll take anything. It doesn’t have to be the same. I just want it to get better.” Her response triggered a bit of your defensiveness. Shocking the both of you. But you both remained steadfast in your embrace. Still dedicated in letting each other know that you weren’t letting go.

“Shuri I deserve to grieve this! I deserve to handle the loss of it the way that I need to! You haven’t! You harbor it! And you resurrect it with every fiber of your being when you walk through that door with the same expectations! The same dimness! Your guilt touches me before your hands even want to…”

“No baby! I’m here. Right here and right now I’m this moment! What you’re seeing isn’t a resurrection of the past… it’s a reaction of the treatment that I’m receiving right now! It’s been a year… A year of us being stagnant in this. I’ve given you the room to grieve and you’re not acknowledging my effort…and out of fear of loosing you for making your hurt about me I shut up! I walk on eggshells. Trying not to make another mistake, and it still hasn’t been enough. You agreed to come back to me.. to try y/n. I’m not telling you you cannot grieve. I’m asking you if in your grief there is room for you to love me without fear. To know that I’m not going backwards.”

“I’m sorry… I don’t want to be selfish but that was the only thing keeping me up for months. Being selfish with myself... with my love! Because Maybe I didn’t want room to grieve! Maybe I wanted to be in your arms! In your space! Goddamn it, Shuri I needed that reassurance! To know that you didn’t mean it! That you didn’t mean to do any of it! But we were both so afraid to feel ourselves that we wouldn’t just turn around and embrace each other! You just stood there and watched me run from you and cry! I can try to be more open with you just stop the silence! Stop the waiting and just tell me you need me as much as I need you! Tell me you didn’t mean it, baby! Tell me how to receive you! It’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t know how anymore!”

Somehow the two of you managed to be even closer in your embrace. Shuri’s hands sat snug on your hips, your hands still gripping firmly at her biceps as tears flowed freely from the both of your eyes. With a sniffle Shuri began to speak.

“I believe we’ve found our dilemma. We both wanted the same thing and neither of us communicated it properly. You were afraid and so was I. That night *clears throat* when it happened I remember the hatred in your eyes when I tried to touch you. The screams from your cries that came from inside the house after you sent me away. I vowed to you and myself to never garner that reaction out of you again. I made a vow to myself that I’d be the one to fix it. But I still so the small flenches when I’d reach for you. The uncertainty in your eyes. All in all I understand now.. *grabs both of your hands between hers placing kisses on your knuckles*. You needed reassurance. *stares into your eyes* and I needed permission.”

For a moment you two sat in silence. Scanning eachothers faces as though you’d just met. As though you’d just discovered an unknown that had been sitting right in your face all along.

Shuri brought your right hand back up to her mouth. Once again kissing your knuckles. “Do I?” Her lips moved to the pulse point on your wrist placing another light kiss. “Do I have your permission?” Another kiss in the center of your forearm sent shivers down your spine.

“Please. I need you.” The rhythm of your heart picked up and your core leaked with want for the only woman you saw yourself with for the rest of your life. “Yes.” You whimpered. “Yes baby. Make love to me.”

Her hand released yours as she brought it up to caress your cheek. There’s so much warmth in her touch. Such an unspeakable love. Her eyes connected with yours. Filled with desire. “Are you sure? There’s no rush.” Without hesitation you nod. “There’s nothing in this world that I want more right now.”

Her hands traced down your arms until she held your hands and your fingers intertwine. Tears brimmed her eyes once again. “You’re … you’re my world… my life, my soul ubusi.” With that she leans in and kisses you with a passionate desperation. Not a wide-mouthed lust filled kiss. But a kiss of pure love an adoration. And when your tongues meet they caress eachother so softly, so gently as if to say “Hello, I’ve missed you.”

She lets go of your hands pulling your body gently against hers, your breast pressing into eachothers as your hands began to travel one another’s bodies. Your hips absentmindedly began to ground down into her. Her fingertips traveling up and down your spine setting your body aflame, causing you to press further into her. Every point of contact felt like perfection. You break the kiss lying your head on her shoulder. Crying softly as her fingers found the zipper to your dress, and with almost a painful slowness tooth by tooth, she unzips you and removes the straps from your shoulders. Her lips trailing kisses over your collar bone as she removes the dress from your upper half until it crumples at your waist.

Your fingers find the hem of her sweat shirt and you gently help her lift it over her head tossing it out of your sight. Both of your breast sat exposed, eager for the others touch. She presses you into her, her lips attaching themselves to your neck as she slowly inched her way down to your breast. You suck in a sharp breath as her tongue connects with your nipple. Releasing that breath with a slow “Ahhhhhh”. You’re body had missed her. Her hands slowly raised the remainder of your formfitting dress to meet the rest at your waist. Her hand then moved to your core brushing over the top of your lace panties, silky with your want for her. “Mmm” Shuri moaned at your wetness her mouth still attached to your breast.

Her thumb began to caress your bud as you chased the friction with your hips. “Oh.. oh god yes” your body trembled beneath her touch. Shuri couldn’t help herself. She slid your panties to the side. Easily slipping her middle finger into your wetness. “Fuuuck” she whispered. Pulling away from your breast she sat back and watched as your body ground against her finger before slipping another one inside. You threw your head back, leaning back and using her knees to brace yourself. Her mouth fell open watching you cream around her fingers, as your breast bounced.

“Bast… so fucking creamy sweet girl. I gotta taste her.” The smell of sex already began to pervade the room as she effortlessly lays you back onto the couch. Some how. Some way you felt like a virgin again. You’d almost forgotten how sexy of a woman she was. The way she moved the way she handled you was driving you insane. She made you nervous.

Shuri climbs over top of you placing a light peck on your mouth, your chin, your throat, your chest, each of your breast. She kissed every inch of your body leaving no stone unturned. You feel yourself gush as she slides your panties and dress down your thighs. Once you’re completely naked she continues her journey to your sex.

“Oh Shuri please! Please put your mouth on me. I’ll be good for you.” You watched as her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. You knew what those words did to her. “Yea? You’ll be good for me?” The words oozed from her lips like the juiciest peach, making your core clench around nothing. “Yes daddy! I’m your good girl!”

Before you knew it her head was between your thighs. Her tongue snaking up your labia, scooping up the dew of your love. Your back arched and you let out a sharp squeak as she found your clit and worshipped it. Once again a gentle finger enters you and you squeeze down on it. One of your hands reaches down and grabs at Shuri’s curls while the other plays with your breast. This felt different. Like a conjoining of the mind, body, and soul.

“Don’t stop Shuri.. I’m close.. I’m so close”

Shuri hummed into your core as she slurped and sucked on your clit while curling her fingers inside of you, your body started to shake and your legs shut around Shuri’s head, your hips move up and down as she stuck out her tongue and allowed you to use her. “Uhn, uhn, uhn! Oh my god I’m cumming!”

A wave a heat came over your body as you let out a deep groan. A light layer of sweat glistened on your body as your body came down from its high.

Shuri continued her ministrations, licking you clean. “You sound so pretty and you taste like heaven sweet girl. I need more.” She leans back over top of you kissing you slowly so that you could taste your nectar on her tongue. “Can you give me more sthandwa?” You nod and she gently grabs your jaw looking you in the eye. “Use your words pretty girl.”

“Fuck! Yes Shuri.. you can have as much as you want.” A smile crept up on her lips as she reached down to wrap your arms around her shoulders and gripped your thighs swooping you into her arms and carrying you up the stairs to your room. Your thighs clenched around her body as you kissed along her jaw. Once you entered the room. She sat you gently on the bed. You reached up and began to suck on her nipples while tugging down her briefs and sweat pants until they pooled around her ankles. Her body shivered as you placed your hand between her thighs, moving your hand up and down against her clit. Her wetness dripped down her thighs as she gripped the back of your head.

“Shit that feels so good, ubusi” she groaned.

“Sit on my face.” You blurted out the words before you could think about it. She looked down at you shocked. “W-what.”

“I want you to ride my tongue.” You lie back onto the bed and gestured for her to climb up your body. “So take a seat.” Shuri bit into her bottom lip and seductively climbed up your body, and suddenly her pretty pussy was hovering over your face glistening and looking unspeakably beautiful as she slowly lowered herself onto your mouth.

You closed your mouth around her clit and sucked hard as she began to grind. “Oooohh, ndifunxe (suck me)” Her hips stuttered above you and you lifted your head from the bed tongue kissing her clit. Her bud was so erect. It was like nothing you’d ever seen from her. “Oh Bast baby it feels too good! It feels so fucking good. I don’t wanna cum yet!” She removed herself from your mouth and you tried to hold her down. But she obviously won that battle.

“Shuri!”

“ I want to cum inside you sthandwa.” She spread your legs placing her dripping cunt onto yours and began to move. “Oooouuu” you both moaned simultaneously. The slippery wet friction felt sooo good neither of you could hold it. Shuri began to speed up her thrust and you matched her rhythm. Gripping at her thighs. “BAST! I’m cumming. Ooouuuu you feel so good against me baby ahh uhn… uhn.. uhn… ahhhhh!” Shuri came harder than you’ve ever seen before. Her body trembled on top of you as she continued to slowly ride through her orgasam.

You sat up and lie her on her back. Throwing her legs over your shoulders and cleaning up her mess. The taste of you orgasams combined was so deliciously erotic. You came up for air collapsing next to Shuri who looked at you mischievously. “What..” you say as you watched her bottom lip slide between her teeth. “Can I fuck you?” She stated explicitly. “I want to fuck my cum deep inside of that creamy pussy.” You could only let out a seductive sigh as Shuri got on her knees and moved in between your legs. She pressed her Kimoyo beads activating her strap.

She looked into your eyes. “You ready for me my love.”

“Yes, baby.”

She rubbed the tip of her strap around your soaking cunt. Reaching her hand down she stroked the lubricantion from your sex into her strap. She pushed your legs as far back as they could go and slowly pushed herself into you. “Oooooohhhh fuuuuck!” You screamed your pussy swollen from your previous orgasam. “Sh sh sh, I’ll take it slow”

“My god Shuri you fill me so good.” You moan. Her strokes became sharper as she spoke.

“Yea. I promise, I’ll fuck you this good for the rest of our lives.”

“Ahhh! Forever?”

“For fucking ever baby”

She lowered herself to your ear.

“Y/n, my life… uhn my love.. you’re my forever.”

A tear rolled down your check from the pleasure and from her words. She picked up the pace reaching between you two rubbing your clit as she fucked you so perfectly. “I promise you’ll forever be s-safe with me. That I’ll never do a-anything but make you feel g-good fuuuckkk.” Her strokes became intentional as recognized you were about to cum. “Please yes please! I don’t want anyone else but you!” She trapped your lips against hers as she kissed you sloppily. You pulled away screaming. “I’m close baby!”

“Marry me Y/n.” Your eyes snapped open and you were met with Shuri’s serious face as she continued thrusting on top of you. Your eyes were big with shock.

“Marry me baby. I can’t live without you. Please-“

“YES! Yes I’ll marry you!” The excitement brought you both over the edge as you came holding each other. Shuri collapsed on top of you and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room as you came down from your collective highs.

“So we’re getting married?” You ask after coming down. Making sure it wasn’t some orgasmic blurb. Shuri lifted herself off of you gazing into your eyes the light of the rising sun making her eyes and skin glow. A smile spread across her face.

“We’re getting married” Your smile soon matched hers as you both held eachother. Laughing, kissing, and cuddling in pure bliss.

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sinner-as-saint · 2 years

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Wanna Be Yours

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Uni AU)

Run-through: Your best friend has been acting weird, and one night while you’re hanging out like you both usually do, he finally tells you why he’s been acting kind of different lately.

Themes: friends-to-lovers, fluff, smut, soft, car sex

“Hey, Buck.”

You couldn’t even hide the surprise in your tone as you answered his call, well into the evening. You heard him chuckle on the other side.

“Why do you sound surprised?” He asked, his voice deeper on the phone than in real life.

You scoffed, “Because I haven’t seen or heard from you in a whole week. Who ghosts their best friend like this? Seriously, Buck. You even left me alone at the party the other night, I had to hang out with people I don’t necessarily like.”

He was quick to apologise, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I’ll make up for it. Will you let me make up for it? I’ll come get you right now and we’ll grab something to eat and go for a drive, okay? We… I have stuff I need to tell you.”

Just like that, he sounded all soft and sweet like a lost little puppy and you melted. “Asshole.” You muttered. “You’re lucky I miss you so much. Meet me downstairs in 10.”

And just as planned, he was outside your building waiting for you. Leaning against his car, wearing his signature dark jeans and soft sweater - brown tonight. Bucky was your rock ever since day one. Your best friend.

He smiled so big as you approached him, opening his arms waiting for you to walk into them as always. Except you got up close and punched his muscular arm instead, making him hiss in pain. “Ow!”

“Fuck you, first of all. Second of all, do that shit again and I’ll punch you in the mouth.” You spat, walking over to the passenger side and hopped in. Bucky got in right after you, apologising already. But you cut him off, “Food first, you’re paying.” You said, leaning back into the seat, getting comfy as he drove the two of you away from campus.

“Yes ma’am.”

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Bucky got you your favourites; he had almost all your orders memorised by now. Which was very sweet of him.

After grabbing your food, Bucky drove to that one park you always went to whenever you needed to be away from uni. It was a safe, cosy little park with a little pond - surrounded by pine woods.

It was quite a chilly night so the windows fogged up real quick as you both ate and talked.

“I was worried, Buck.” You told him, “You’ve never done this before, a simple text would suffice, you know? I wouldn’t bother you if you needed your space but I was really worried when you didn’t respond to my messages, you weren’t even showing up to classes.”

He sighed, putting his drink down as he leaned his head back. “I’m sorry. I was… figuring shit out. I needed to be away for a while.”

You put your ice cream down, and turned a little to the side to face him better. “I thought we promised to share the hard stuff. You don’t have to carry it all alone, that’s what friends are for. That’s what I’m for.”

He turned his head to face you, the street lights made his eyes look electric. His face was a little less lively than usual. The bags under his eyes were slightly more prominent, but he was still the pretty boy everyone knew him as. “I know.” He said softly. “I wanted to tell you, trust me. But I was scared, I guess.”

You frowned, “Scared? Of what?”

“What you would think.” He answered.

“Bucky…” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, his sweater warm and soft under your touch. “I would never judge you. No matter what you do. I mean, we’ve seen each other at our worst. It’s fine if you don’t want to share or you-,”

He cut you off quickly, “No, I want to.”

You nodded, “Well then, I’m here. I’m always here.”

Bucky took a deep breath. Exhaled loudly, then said, “I fell in love.”

You couldn’t hold back the gasp which escaped your mouth. “You little shit!” You exclaimed, suddenly excited. “Wait, wait, wait, is it that girl from the library? The one who asked for your number like two weeks ago? No? Oh my god, is it the one you met at the café?” You listed off all the potential girls he could’ve fallen for but Bucky just rolled his eyes.

He frowned, “What- no, no, not them.” He sighed, “Just, someone. And she’s really special. She’s so smart, and funny. She’s hilarious. It’s like, all my problems disappear when I’m around her. She makes even the worst days better just by being there, you know? And beautiful, my God she is beautiful. She captures the attention of everyone whenever she walks into a room, and she doesn’t even know the kind of effect she has on people.” Bucky spoke dreamily.

You sat there, listening.

“She’s like a walking talking daydream. Everything about her is just, so fucking perfect. She’s a bit of a nerd, but she tries to hide it by being sassy and thinks that no one notices how she fangirls over the littlest of things.” Bucky smiled, clearly lovesick.

You had a faint smile on your face as you watched him going on and on about this girl.

“And she was a bit mean too, you know?” He chuckled, “When I first met her, I was slightly intimidated but then she quickly became one of my best friends. Turns out, when she does lower her walls and lets you in, she actually has the kindest, biggest and warmest heart I’ve ever known.”

Your heart pounded at that. Because as far as you knew, Bucky didn’t have any other girl friends. So…

“Bucky, you-,” You started, but he cut you off gently.

“Please let me say it, I’ve been carrying this around for too long. I-It’s driving me insane, she drives me insane. Let me say it, please.” He pleaded.

You nodded, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

Bucky continued, maintaining eye contact, “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and no one’s ever made me this nervous. She is just… so lovely. And I didn’t even realise how much I love her, until I saw her in someone else’s arms recently and the only thought in my head was how badly I wanted to beat the living shit out of the bastard who held my girl instead of me.”

You couldn’t hold the intensity of his stare any longer, not as you thought about how about two weeks ago Bucky began acting weird the moment he saw you and another one of your friends, Steve, hugging.

You laughed nervously, playing with the zipper of your jacket. “She sounds incredible.” You said, then you asked, “Why aren’t you with her right now, then?”

“I am.”

Two words. Two little words and your eyes watered. Bucky sighed from beside you. “Look at me,” He spoke softly, reaching out to take your chin in between his fingers, turning your face towards him. His eyes glanced down at your mouth, and back up to your eyes a couple of times.

The tension was dense, hot and heady. You could hear your heartbeats, echoing in your ears as you looked into his pair of pretty blue eyes. “Bucky…” You whispered, unable to say anything else but his name. Was it a plea, a warning, relief? You didn’t know.

He spoke so softly, “I can’t pretend anymore. I love you, and I can’t keep lying to the both of us. Just, give me a chance. Let me love you.”

You were quiet for a good few seconds, then as you parted your lips to speak, Bucky leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. Your hand instinctively reached up to cup his face, his stubble brushing against your fingertips in a familiar, warm way.

You tilted your head to the side slightly, kissing him properly. Bucky has always been your safe place. And right now this felt safe. This kiss felt warm, and safe.

His hand held you by the chin, keeping you in place as he kissed you deeply, passionately. Sighing and groaning softly against your mouth like he’s been starving for this very moment. “Fuck…” He whimpered quietly against your lips, and the sound of it made your stomach flip. “Come here, I need you closer.” He leaned back into his seat, pulling you onto his lap.

And you shifted over the console, straddling his thighs as you lowered yourself down on his lap. Your arms went around his neck, and his wrapped around your waist, pulling you snug against him.

He gave you a faint, nervous smile. “Hi,” He whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose with yours.

“Hi,” You whispered, smiling down at him as he slowly trailed his hands downwards till they rested at the curve of your butt. You could feel his warmth on your skin even through the material of your skirt, and it made your heart race even more. “So this is why you’ve been missing for a week? You couldn’t have just told me?” You asked, placing your forehead against his.

He placed a soft kiss on your chin before saying, “I was scared, like I said, of what you’d think. I needed to think it through, you know? I couldn’t risk losing you as a friend. Then I saw you with Steve and I just… you know the rest.”

You couldn’t resist teasing him for it, “You got jealous when you saw me hugging Steve, huh?” You asked, smirking.

Bucky pulled you even closer, kissing down your chin as he said, “I did. And he’ll never touch you again.”

You giggled uncontrollable as he kissed down your neck, playfully biting and nibbling on your skin. “Hey!” You exclaimed, contorting and laughing on his lap, “Okay, okay fine! No more hugging Steve.”

Bucky pulled away to look at you, “I want you. I wanna be yours. I’ll be so good to you,” He whispered, one of his hands slipping under your shirt, gently caressing your skin. “I love you, I have since day one and I was just too dumb to see it.” Then he paused for a moment, and asked, “Do you? Love me?”

You smiled, nuzzling his cheek as you said, “I’ve always loved you. I mean, we’ve been friends since day one. You’ve been my best friend for a couple of years now but it’s always felt like more. It’s always been comfortable and safe with you. You’ve just always felt like…” You trailed off, pulling away to look into his eyes, “Like…”

“Home.” He finished your sentence, smiling up at you. “You feel like home too. And I’m so stupid for not saying it earlier. But I love you, so so much.”

Your eyes watered again, “And I love you.”

He smiled brighter than ever as you leaned in to kiss him. Both of his hands found their way under your shirt, pulling at the hem. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away to get rid of your jacket. You threw it somewhere in the backseat before leaning in to kiss Bucky again. Your hands slid into his hair, his hands inched up your back to undo the clasp of your bra.

Given the lack of room for proper movement, and both of your desperation combined, you couldn’t bother taking your shirt off completely, you just lifted it up to your chin, bra and all, baring your breasts to him. The chill in the air made your nipples hard, but so did Bucky’s ravenous stare.

He looked up at you to check in, briefly, before leaning in again and taking one of them in his warm mouth. He moaned, mouth wrapped around one of your tits. Your back arched, giggling and gasping as he teased you, tasted you like he’s been dying to this whole time. You found your hips moving against his, grinding against him. And that got him excited because he nibbled harder on your skin.

You gasped, laughing as he sucked hungrily on your skin, moving up to your collar bones, down to your breasts and back up. Bucky chuckled when you tugged on his hair, pulling his mouth away from your skin. “What? Did I bite your pretty tits too hard, hmm?”

You smiled, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. “Mhmm, stop teasing me.” You whispered, inching closer to him, grounding your hips against his.

He smirked, looking down to where your skirt had inched up your legs, revealing your thighs, “Yeah? You just can’t wait, can you?” He teased.

You playfully bit his lip, making him hiss in pain before he chuckled against your mouth. Then you remembered… “Did you really think I was mean when we first met?” You questioned, smirking down at him.

He laughed, pushing his face against your bare chest and kissing the soft skin between your breasts. “Not mean just… yeah, you know what? You were mean.” He stated, finally looking up at you. “You remember how cold you were to me when I tried talking to you for orientation?”

You let out a little laugh, “That’s because you were flirting with almost everyone! Besides, you were probably the prettiest boy I’d ever seen and you just came up to talk to me. Just like that, with no warning. I panicked.” You explained, remembering the day so vividly.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, smirking like the cocky little shit he was. “So you thought I was pretty?”

You grabbed him by the chin and clarified, “No, I thought you were a shameless player.”

He smiled, leaning in to kiss your neck again. “Well, I’m not. A player, that is. I am, however, very shameless.” He whispered against your skin as his hands slipped under your skirt, his thumbs caressing your inner thighs - making you gasp and whimper quietly as his fingers teased you in between your legs through your underwear.

“Bucky…” You whined as he leaned down to suck on your tits again, more greedy than earlier as he toyed with your wet folds and clit at the same time

“Hmm,” He moaned, lips wrapped around your nipple. He released it with a ‘pop’. “I need you, baby. I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t-,”

Before he could even finish his sentence, your impatient hands were at the zipper of his pants. You paused, fingers toying with the waistband of his underwear, you looked up to his eyes - quietly questioning.

He gave you a lazy smile, eyes hooded with lust. “Go on, baby. Take it out, it’s all yours.” His voice was suddenly deeper than earlier. And only then did you realise that there was a light drizzle outside, which made the air even colder; making you crave his body heat even more.

You lifted off of his lap at the same time as you both lowered his pants and underwear to free his erected cock. You whined breathlessly at the mere sight of it, and Bucky groaned impatiently as he grabbed your hips, pulled your thin underwear to the side and aligned his cock to your entrance before gently lowering you down on him.

You moaned as you slid down his thick cock, his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you, all the way in. “Fuck,” He swore, then leaned in to give you a wet, messy kiss. “You okay, baby? You need a moment?”

You shook your head, no you didn’t need a moment. What you needed was more of him. “Just… move, please, you feel so good.” You whispered, kissing down his chin as he obeyed, and moved.

You whined as he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock, bouncing on it while you moaned for him, bending a little so as to not hit the roof of the car too hard.

“Oh, Buck…” You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter.

Bucky threw his head back, grunting at how good you felt, “You had me daydreaming about this wet little cunt, you know?” He let out a strained moan, as he thrust into you over and over again, while also bringing you down on his cock each time with enough force to make your tits bounce. “I was thinking about all the ways I’d fill you up once you let me. If it were up to me, I’d always keep you full of me, full of my cock.”

“Damn it, who knew you had such a filthy mouth?” You said, unable to hold back your moans when he placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed it gently, in time with his thrusts. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, and the feral look in them only made you clench harder around him.

You bit your lip to hold back your moans as he thrust his hips up more into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came so close to coming undone for him. “Bucky…”

“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” He asked, “You’re gonna come all over my cock, huh?”

You answered after a loud whimper, “Yes… please, can I come?”

He cupped your cheek and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on, baby. Come all over my cock. Come for me…” Your walls clenched violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath. Bucky came right after you, his warm load spilling inside you as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just rammed his cock in and out of you like an animal.

You caught your breath, wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Your head rested on his shoulder as you tried to calm your racing heart.

“Look at me, baby, look at me.” Bucky murmured, cupping your face in both of his hands as he examined your expression. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You gave him a satiated, lazy smile. “No, Buck. You didn’t hurt me.” You whispered, feeling his cock inside you still as his cum leaked out of you steadily. You chuckled and said, “We made a mess in your car.” You hid your face into the crook of his neck again.

Bucky laughed, kissing your head as he said, “I hope you’re in the mood to make an even bigger mess in the backseat, baby.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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thewritingofamadwoman · 2 years

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Here’s a little something requested by the sweet @hargrove-stan ❤️ Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!

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“That’s so sick Max! I could never do that.”

I was watching Max attempt a few new tricks on her skateboard while I sat cross legged on the grass in front of her house. It was a beautiful summer day and since I didn’t have anything planned for the day, I had decided to spend the day with my little bestie.

Max and I had bonded after I started tutoring the middle school students during the school year last fall. I got along with all of the kids I worked with, but Max and I immediately made a connection with our love for comic books and powerful female superheroes. After everything that happened with the demo dogs, I was a part of the gang for good. I vowed to protect them as best I could, but now that the gate was closed we finally had the chance to just enjoy the summer.

“It’s not that hard, you could totally do it,” Max smiled at me as she spun around on her skateboard. I laughed and shook my head.

“Yeah right, easy for you to say. I’d be on my ass the moment my feet touched that board.”

Max laughed and stopped infront of me, reaching out to grab my hand.

“Come on, I’ll help you. You’re gonna look so cool!”

I groaned and let her help me up, brushing off my shorts to clear off any grass stains. I put one foot on the board and gripped both of Max’s hands tightly.

“Oh God, please don’t let go Max, I’m not kidding,” I laughed nervously. Max giggled and promised me she wouldn’t. I started gliding on the skateboard as Max gently pulled me down the sidewalk, enjoying the breeze on my face. We started giggling louder when Max tried to change directions and I almost pitched forward.

“You have to hold your balance! Stop laughing!”

I tried to stop my laughter, and managed to hold it together, until the sound of a car door slamming broke my concentration. I looked up towards the sound to see Max’s brother, Billy, leaning against his car door with a cigarette in his mouth. I lost my balance at the distraction and fell back with a yelp. Max who was holding my hand tripped forward too but caught herself, while I landed hard on my ass. Max snorted, trying to cover up her laughter while I laughed through my groans and laid back on the ground in defeat.

“Fuck, that hurt!”

“Well, at least you can’t say I let go of you,” Max giggled again.

Billy had made his way towards us, stopping right before us and taking his sunglasses off. Those gorgeous baby blues stared back at me, his lips turned up into a smirk.

“Falling for me already, sweetheart?” He said smugly, standing there as Max helped me back up. I blushed as I looked up at Billy, using my hands to dust myself off. Max smirked to herself, having already known about my crush on her brother. I never told her, of course, but I guess it was obvious to everyone except Billy. I blushed more frequently around him, my eyes would linger over his body when I knew he wasn’t looking, and I always managed to make myself sound like a complete idiot whenever he was around.

She would never understand it, since to her, Billy was a complete asshole. But to me, Billy was never anything less than playful. Sure, I’d seen him in action at school, being a grade A dick, but he never acted that way towards me for whatever reason. And ever since I started hanging around Max, it seemed that he was slightly nicer to her too. He wasn’t winning the “best brother of the year” award or anything, but it was a start. I was never one to stay away from a bad boy…and Billy was as bad as it got in our little town of Hawkins.

“Very funny Hargrove. I was doing great before you showed up.” I said nonchalantly, as if being so close to him wasn’t making me weak in the knees.

“I don’t know about that sweetheart, but you do look great,” Billy said, letting his eyes wander up and down my body, lingering a little too long on my bare legs. I looked away, trying to force my blush down and made eye contact with Max, who’s face was contorted in disgust.

“Ew Billy, just go away, we’re busy.” Max kicked up her board and held on to it. Billy took in a deep pull of his cigarette and turned to look at his sister, his eyes hardening at her tone of voice.

“Watch it, you little shit.” He said calmly, his voice deep and authoritative. He pulled in one final drag of his cigarette before tossing it on to the ground and snuffing it out with his boot.

“I’m gonna go get changed and head to work,” Billy mumbled, and with one more wink at me he walked around Max and I, heading into the house. My eyes followed him as he walked, watching the way his jeans hugged his behind nicely. Max scoffed and nudged me with her shoulder.

“Ugh no, stop eye fucking my brother. He does it enough to you as it it, and your obvious crush on him is becoming more than I can take!” She said, rolling her eyes. I gasped and shushed her immediately, turning to look at her so fast that I could have snapped my neck.

“Shhh! Shut up! He could hear you!”

I turned to look back and noticed Billy pulling his keys out of his pocket to open the door, seemingly unfazed by conversation.

Fuck. He totally heard his sister. There’s no way he didn’t.

I turned forward again, not wanting to wait and find out if Billy heard or hadn’t. I looked at Max, who had a smug look on her face.

“I kinda hope he did. It’s about damn time he knew and hopefully he’ll do something about it. And then you guys can get all mushy on your own time without me having to witness it!” She started making kissy noises at me in between her giggles. I narrowed my eyes playfully at her and shushed her again before grabbing her shoulders, turning her around and pushing her forward.

“Come on nerd, let’s go meet up with your friends at the arcade.”

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I watched as Max and her friends argued over who could get the highest score on DigDug from my spot at the arcade snack counter. I was waiting on a milkshake I had ordered; I needed some sort sugar in my system in order to keep up with those kids. Keith, who worked at the arcade part time, came out with my milkshake and I thanked him before he walked away to pester some of the children playing games.

I took a sip of my drink, sighing at the deliciousness, when someone spoke up from behind me.

“Chocolate huh? I would have pegged you as a vanilla type of girl.” The familiar voice cooed in my ear, sending a tiny shiver down my spine. Catching myself before I spit out my drink, I turned around to see Billy standing there in his glory. A leather jacket over a burgundy colored button down, which of course, was only buttoned halfway in true Billy Hargrove fashion. He sent me a flirty smile, one that made my heart melt and race at the same time. I swallowed a bit more of my milkshake, giving myself a quick second to collect my thoughts.

“Billy Hargrove? In an arcade full of children and nerds? My, my the world must be ending,” I teased, smiling back at him as he chuckled, running his tongue over his lower lip.

“Touché sweetheart. But I’m not here for the ambiance,” he said, grimacing as he glanced around.

“Are you here to pick up Max? I could have dropped her back home, you didn’t have to come all this way after work.”

Billy looked back at me and smiled again, this time with a teasing look in his eyes.

“Actually, I was here to pick that little shit up before Neil and Susan got home. But then I saw you leaning over the counter…and you know, those shorts of yours leave little to the imagination sweetheart. Not that I mind, I’d willingly stare at your ass all day if I could.” Billy winked at me, letting his eyes trail down my legs again. I gaped at him, shocked at his boldness. Billy leaned in closer, as if he was about to tell me a secret.

“But I’d rather not have a bunch of horny 11 year olds stare at my girls ass.” He purred, his voice deep, seeping into my bones.

His what?

I raised my eyebrows at him, genuinely stunned.

“Your girl? When did I become your girl, Hargrove?” I questioned, eyebrows raised and a small smile playing on my lips. I crossed my arms defiantly, immediately noticing how Billy quickly glanced down at my chest. I would never admit it, but him claiming me was hot. Misogynistic? Oh, absolutely. But hot nonetheless.

Billy smirked and came around me, leaning his side onto the counter. He sent me a charming smile and leaned in closer again.

“Since I heard Max say you were “eye fucking me” again. Never knew you liked me as much as I liked you, doll. I assumed you hung around the twerps because you liked them. Never knew it was to get closer to me. I’m flattered.”

I barked out a laugh and shoved Billy’s shoulder. He chuckled too, a real laugh, and I smiled even more.

“You’re so full of yourself Billy. So you heard that, huh?” I said, biting my lip to try and contain myself. I was embarrassed, but it was nice to know that Billy had liked me back all this time. He could have any of the girls in Hawkins if he wanted to. But he wanted me.

Billy nodded, the smile never leaving his lips.

“Yeah, yeah I did. Surprised me for real though. Never thought a chick like you would like someone like me,” he said. I smiled and leaned in even closer, if that were possible.

“I never could stay away from a bad boy,” I teased back. The sun has started to set and the golden hue from outside was shining through the arcade windows, basking Billy in sunlight. He looked heavenly.

“How about we ditch these kids, and I’ll show you just how much of a bad boy I really am?” Billy whispered, wrapping a finger around a stray strand of my hair. I bit my lip again, tempted by his offer. So tempted, I almost let out an audible moan. But I wasn’t going to let him win this easy.

“Sorry handsome, but you’re gonna have to try harder than that. I’m a flower and chocolates kind of girl,” I said, smiling as I stared into his eyes. Billy stared back and for a moment, it was just the two of us. The background noise faded and it was just…us. Billy’s blue eyes stared into mine for a second longer, as if he was contemplating hard about something, and he smiled again.

“Okay. Flowers and chocolates. I can try that. Pick you up tomorrow after my shift at the pool?” He asked. I smiled sweetly and moved forward, placing a soft, chaste kiss on his cheek. Billy’s cheeks warmed and I backed away with a smile.

“It’s a date.”

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themurphyzone · 2 years

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Pinky Unleashed Ch 2

AN: The prologue chapter was getting to be a bit long so I decided to put the second half into a separate chapter.

Warning for torture, spiders, and Pinky whump.

Sonic Unleashed Opening Cutscene

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Ch 2: Prologue: New World Symphony Part 2

Pinky pressed himself against the window to better admire the pretty colors of the Earth.

When people called the Earth a blue planet, they didn’t understand just how blue it really was. There was azure, sky, cerulean, sapphire, robin’s egg, turquoise, and countless other shades, all mixed into one big, beautiful, blue sphere. White clouds lazily drifted on top of the blue layer, while the green and brown landmasses stood proudly among the rest.

“Take in this view now, Pinky,” Brain murmured, his nose and cheeks squished to the glass and leaving a foggy imprint behind. “Just think, everything the light touches will soon be ours.”

"I can't wait!" Pinky clapped his hands with glee. Then he noticed a strange dark blob on the coast of one of the landmasses. "But what about that dark shadowy place over there?"

"Probably New Jersey," Brain mused. “You must never go there, Pinky.”

Pinky nodded, trusting that Brain had good reason for keeping him out of New Jersey.

Several minutes passed, and Brain hadn’t taken his eyes off the planet yet, completely enamored with the sight.

But Pinky was curious about the second level. He wouldn’t stray too far from Brain, because it was a huge place and he didn’t want to get lost.

Looked like he wouldn’t have to worry about losing sight of Brain though.

Unlike the level below them, which had been made up of cramped, dimly lit passageways, the second floor was a single, enormous room with a high arched ceiling. The other side was far away from them, and the windows offered a view of outer space beyond Earth. But there wasn’t much going for the interior. No furniture, plants, not even a little drawing to spruce up the area.

Honestly. Was he the only one who appreciated the art of interior design?

Nor did he didn't see any staircases leading up to the third level. The only other way out of the room was through a set of tightly shut elevator doors. And there weren’t any buttons to press on the side. A space elevator and they couldn’t even ride it!

Pinky tried to pull one of the metal panels aside, but the doors wouldn’t budge.

Maybe he couldn’t get into the elevator…but Brain would be able to come up with a plan in thirty seconds or less!

“Brain!” Pinky called as he tried to tug open the elevator doors. “You got any brilliant ideas on how to get these doors unstuck?”

But Brain didn’t respond. He just gazed at the big beautiful Earth, his ears drooping down to his shoulders.

Pinky stopped running and approached Brain at a slower pace so he didn’t startle him out of his ponderings.

“The world is so serene, so peaceful when you view it from above,” Brain said quietly. “But all this tranquility will disappear once we return to the surface. And there will be nothing but pain, strife, and corruption everywhere.”

Yes, there were lots of bad things down there. They couldn’t see all the intolerance and fighting from space.

But there were many, many good things too.

Pinky wrapped his arm around Brain’s shoulders and pulled him close. Brain stiffened as the side of his head fell against Pinky’s chest, but relaxed as Pinky gave his shoulder several gentle pats.

“Just think of rainbows and pretty beaches, Brain,” Pinky suggested. “Daisies, horses, and yummy cheese too. Homemade sweaters, bacon-flavored pencils, ice sculptures, and-”

“-rhythmic gymnastics?” Brain finished.

Pinky grinned. “Narf! See? You’re getting the hang of it! Rhythmic gymnastics with cute twirly ribbons!”

“You forgot elegant movements and elaborate costumes,” Brain added. His gaze finally broke away from the Earth, and towards his feet instead.

There wasn’t anything there, except for a speck of space dust.

Before Pinky could ask what he was pondering, his ears twitched at a strange noise behind them, like a million little spiders were scuttling across the floor.

Click click click.

“Um, Brain-”

“Not now, Pinky. I’m trying to focus on our scouting mission again.”

Click click click.

They weren’t alone.

Someone else was here.

Click click click.

The fur on the back of Pinky’s neck rose as something cold brushed by the untamable tuft on his head. A massive shadow fell over them, and Brain gripped Pinky’s hand, pink eyes wide with fear.

Slowly, they turned around.

And it wasn’t a million little spiders scuttling along the floor. Pinky could’ve carried Brain out of the swarm if that had been the case.

Instead, a massive, looming spider composed of countless Microbots focused all its lenses on them. Its eight mechanical legs stretched out to all corners of the room, and any Microbots who weren’t part of the spider linked their metal pincers together, creating an iron spiderweb that blocked the staircase leading into the room. The Microbots constantly shifted within the spider, and Pinky became dizzy from trying to track each individual unit.

Brain clung tightly to Pinky, and Pinky clung to him in return.

“Spiderbot,” Pinky whimpered. He wasn’t normally afraid of spiders, even the big ones that ate mice like them for breakfast, but he was definitely going to be scared of them after this.

"Pinky," Brain whispered, and even though he was trying to mask his fear, he couldn't hide the trembling of his paws. "On the count of three, run for the staircase."

They would be backtracking, but they were too young to be eaten by a giant Spiderbot!

Wait, how old are we again?

That stray thought quickly ended as Brain started his countdown.

"One…two…"

Thousands of lenses shined a bright, dangerous red, pointing straight at the mice in a blinding spotlight.

"RUN!"

Upon Brain's shout, Pinky bolted for the stairs, ignoring the heavy clank of metal and dragging Brain along behind him. But Brain couldn't run nearly as fast, and his hand quickly slipped out of Pinky's.

Several pincers shot out from the Spiderbot's maw, snatching Brain up by the strap of his flash drive. Brain shouted some words that would've made his mother wash his mouth out with soap, furiously tugging on his flash drive to loosen it from the Spiderbot's grasp. But there wasn't much he could do when his lower half dangled ten feet above the ground.

The lenses narrowed, shining their red spotlights on Brain. Pinky's normally strong stomach churned, even worse than the queasiness he'd felt on the plane. The Spiderbot had way too many lenses for eyes on its head, legs, and sides. There was no cover, no way to avoid its sight.

Brain finally yanked his flash drive out of the Spiderbot's grasp, breaking the strap in the process. His legs kicked out for any solid ground. He held onto the flash drive with one hand, the other hanging onto the Spiderbot's raised leg for dear life. He wasn't masking his terror anymore. His pink eyes were round and shiny as he stared into his reflection within the lenses. He was going to fall!

"Brain!" Pinky screamed, rushing over to where Brain dangled helplessly in midair. "It's okay! I'll catch you!"

He held his arms out and waited, keeping his eyes on Brain and doing his best to ignore the Spiderbot's eyes.

Then Brain let go without hesitation, and Pinky caught him. The Spiderbot smashed the flash drive to pieces, bits of metal and plastic raining down. Brain was slightly disoriented from the long fall, but he recovered quickly.

“Thanks,” Brain said weakly. His cheeks turned a bright red.

They were in a rough situation, but Pinky managed a smile anyway. “Always,” he replied.

But the moment didn’t last.

A long, metallic pincer clamped around Brain’s waist, straight from the Spiderbot’s maw. Brain latched onto Pinky, screaming in pain as the Spiderbot tried to yank him off.

“Don’t let go, Brain!” Pinky shouted. He didn’t care if the Spiderbot was stronger, or that he only held Brain’s hands now, he couldn’t let it win!

Tears formed in the corners of Brain’s eyes, but whether it was from the pain of being pulled in two separate directions, or from a pain that ran far deeper, Pinky didn’t know. But he couldn’t hold on anymore, nor could he say or scream for help.

His hands slipped out of Pinky’s. The pincer retracted, and the Spiderbot consumed Brain entirely. His hand, still stretched out for help, was the last to sink beneath the mass.

And Pinky screamed Brain’s name over and over again, hoping that he would wake up and be ready to run for safety, but Brain didn’t resurface.

The Spiderbot turned its back on Pinky as it quivered, red lenses trembling as columns of Microbots stretched from its backside. The Spiderbot had nine, ten, eleven…sixteen columns of legs as the head of another Spiderbot emerged from its backside, red spotlights shining down on Pinky.

“Targets separated. Main target acquired. Targets separated. Main target acquired. Prepare main target for delivery. Main target main target…”

Pinky’s ears hurt from the cacophony of screechy robotic voices from each unit that formed the Spiderbot.

The new Spiderbot was only half the size of the original, but still just as intimidating. Its abdomen finally emerged as it separated entirely from its twin and grabbed Pinky in its pincers.

Unlike Brain, this Spiderbot didn’t pull Pinky into itself. Instead, Pinky was left to dangle from its maw. He struggled to break free, trying to reach Brain, but the clamp around his waist was too strong.

The elevator doors opened, which had been tightly shut before.

The Spiderbot crawled inside, only able to fit by bracing its legs against the wall. One of the Microbots shined its spotlight onto some kind of keypad, and the doors slid closed, blocking Pinky’s view of the Spiderbot that had consumed Brain.

The elevator jolted and moved towards the first level.

Brain should be here too, Pinky thought, wishing they could enjoy the elevator ride together. The wall behind them was made of thick glass, offering another gorgeous view of Earth. Brain would be back on his feet in no time. He’d break free of that mean Spiderbot and rejoin Pinky on the third level. Or if he couldn’t, then Pinky would just have to find a way to get the information Brain wanted and bring it back down to him.

And the elevator opened, revealing a smaller, circular room. Once again, the Earth was just past the glass. Pinky wouldn't ever tire of that view.

As the spider crawled into the room, Pinky noticed a small platform that led up to a raised area filled with computers that displayed some squiggly lines and numbers he couldn't understand.

But Brain could.

Brain would've flitted from monitor to monitor to gather all the data while talking about all the cool landmarks he'd add to Braintopia.

"Um, thanks for showing me the third level," Pinky said nervously to the Spiderbot, whose red eyes were fixed straight ahead. "Think we could grab Brain from your twin down there? I bet he'd like to see this too. Poit."

The Spiderbot didn't react.

"Must it always be about Brain with you?" an all too familiar voice complained from somewhere above him.

Amber fur. Pink eyes that were the same shade as Brain's, but glittered with cruel ambition instead of carefully veiled emotions.

Snowball.

Brain tried to give him tips on how to handle himself around Snowball after the jungle incident, but all Pinky could remember from that lecture was Pinky, don't ever get stuck in quicksand again or I shall have to hurt you.

And there wasn't any quicksand here, so he already had that covered.

Snowball was seated on an elaborate high-backed chair that hovered over the room. His hands were tucked under his chin, elbows perched on the armrests. One leg was casually crossed over the other.

“Place him on the transfer pad,” Snowball ordered. “Then release him and standby for further orders. There will be no need for concern. He can’t do anything for himself when Brain isn’t around to dictate his actions.”

The Spiderbot dropped him onto a shallow dip on the floor, surrounded by eight strange iron protrusions on the ground. Sparks of electricity jumped from tip to tip.

“Hello, Pinky,” Snowball said nonchalantly, like they were meeting for cups of overpriced coffee at Starbucks. “It’s been a while.”

"It has?" Pinky whispered, more focused on trying to get some feeling back into his waist.

All his instincts were screaming at him to run, to find Brain and get out now. Even if Brain would be mad about abandoning a plan so early, he could easily come up with another.

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, not even for a mouse.

"Afraid so," Snowball smiled, though it lacked any warmth. It just made Pinky feel small. “Why am I always the one who has to reach out to both of you? Does it really take that much effort to at least send a postcard?”

Sort of? Picking out a postcard was hard. All of them had such pretty pictures.

“Reach out?” Pinky echoed. “I don’t remember getting anything in the mail from you, besides that chain letter.”

Snowball waved his hand dismissively. “Yes, but that was such a long time ago. I’m surprised you have the capacity to remember that. No, Pinky. I meant more recently. A bit unorthodox, I suppose, but the fact that you’re here at all has only confirmed that Brain has seen my broadcast and delivered you accordingly.”

“...delivered?” Pinky whispered.

It sounded like Snowball was trying to say Brain handed him over, but Brain usually tried to avoid anything that had to do with Snowball. Sometimes they’d meet up by accident and Snowball would get under his skin while trying to kill both of them.

And Brain would never hand him over to Snowball. Not willingly.

Which meant…

Brain doesn’t know Snowball’s here.

He would’ve abandoned the plan entirely if he’d known it was a trap. Pinky had seen him furiously tear up any roughdraft that even held a slight chance of Snowball getting involved.

“Quit acting like a parrot. Or is your sadly underdeveloped vocabulary limited to repeating what others say?” Snowball snapped. Then he took a deep breath and reclined in his chair. “Now, let’s get to business, shall we? You’re here for a greater purpose, Pinky. A far greater purpose than witnessing Brain’s constant failures of conquest every night.”

Though Snowball was outwardly composed, there was a strange, predatory look in his eyes. He pushed a button on the armrest.

I have to warn Brain! We have to get out of here!

Warn Brain. Get out. Warn Brain. Get out.

He repeated his mantra over and over again as he climbed out of the transfer pad and ran for the elevator. The Spiderbot didn’t chase him down. It only stood in the corner, waiting for Snowball’s orders.

But it didn’t need to do anything.

And Pinky smashed straight into an invisible wall, the impact knocking him onto his back. He rolled over onto his stomach, trying to catch his breath as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees.

The force field shrank, shoving him back onto the transfer pad he’d tried to escape from. It surrounded the iron bits sticking out of the ground.

He was trapped.

A tingling sensation coursed through his body. He was used to being shocked from chewing on wires that Brain didn’t want him to chomp down on, but the tingles never lasted this long.

“Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only transferred. And my magnificent city requires a great deal of energy. So much that I require a living vessel to contain even just a fraction of its limitless power…and to awaken its origin as well.”

A…living vessel?

The tingling sensation became uncomfortable, quickly pushing beyond Pinky's tolerance for pain. His limbs locked in place, trembling uncontrollably. He curled his fingers and toes and pressed them against his palms and soles, but it wasn’t doing much to take away the agony of the electricity coursing through his body.

“Br-Brain…” Pinky gasped, falling over as he tried to crawl to the force field’s wall. “Help…me…”

His voice wouldn’t work. Neither would his arms or legs.

How was he supposed to get Brain’s help if he couldn’t call for him, or go back to the second level himself?

The energy cannon quaked. Light fixtures swayed and broke. The Spiderbot broke apart, its Microbot units spilling across the floor in an enormous heap. The red lights died from their lenses. The room was bathed in darkness, save for the electricity that sparked around him.

“It’s time.”

Pinky raised his head, the only part of his body he was able to move, and even that took effort.

The enormous cannon unfurled like a giant metallic flower, but there was nothing beautiful about the electricity and metal inside it.

Dread washed over Pinky as the energy cannon's trembles grew worse.

An enormous yellow laser beam hurtled from the cannon to the Earth below. It slammed into the blue ocean, and rippling waves pulsed through the planet.

The laser drilled a hole deep into the ocean, exposing a cavern filled with hot, glowing lava.

And dark purple, snake-like tentacles poured out of the cave.

There was something else in that hole. Something that was far worse than lava and rock.

It was alive. And it was climbing out of the Earth's core.

A giant plant? A monstrous snake? A dragon?

He wanted Brain more than anything. Brain would have a name for that horrible monster who lived inside the Earth. Brain would be able to stop these tremors that wracked and paralyzed Pinky's body.

The creature opened its enormous maw and unleashed a fearsome roar. It was formless, energy sloughing off its shapeless body and covering the world in a dark purple fog.

Deep cracks formed on the edges of the continents. The hole was larger, the cavern deeper.

And the world split apart.

Entire landmasses moved away from the core, taking the oceans with them. The monster's claws struck Central America, cleaving North and South America into two separated parts.

Europe, Asia, and Africa drifted away from each other, snake-like tendrils forcefully pulling them out apart.

The monster dissolved, its essence spreading through the entire world, save for one snake that slithered up the laser beam that continued its assault on the planet.

It was all the warning Pinky had before the snake phased through the pad, looming over him with its cruel fangs bared.

Blank white eyes glowered down at him. Its forked tongue flickered.

Then it struck.

Pinky screamed. Darkness filled his vision, every part of his body on fire. His limbs were yanked in every direction, and he was pushed, pulled, squeezed, and twisted all at once.

His arms felt thicker, bulkier, heavier. His ears bled at the sound of his fingernails harshly scraping against metal. He gritted his teeth, flinching when something sharp jabbed his gums, a trickle of blood leaking onto his tongue.

He caught a glimpse of dark gray fur that moved erratically, though he didn’t know where it came from.

The crackle of electricity. The screech of his fingernails against the floor. Other sounds that he didn’t know the source of, that he shouldn’t have been able to hear but somehow did.

And among them was a panicked voice, one that was alone in an unfamiliar place when he shouldn’t be.

“Pinky!”

Though the voice was trying to be strong, trying to order him to come at once, it trembled. Begging, pleading, fearful.

Brain needed him now, more than ever.

I’m here, Brain!

That’s what he wanted to say. But his words came out in a scream instead…and his screams grew deeper, more gutterral, and he was scared by the strangeness of the sound. Until they became so much that he couldn’t call for Brain anymore.

He could only howl, over and over again.

I have…to get…to Brain…

Brain would tell him it was all just some horrible nightmare. That he wasn’t in pain and the world was still whole. That they’d never come to this energy cannon in the first place. That those purple snakes and the scary monster in the Earth’s core were just a figment of his imagination. He was safe in bed, his chin resting on Brain’s chubby head, with the exercise wheel and water bottle beside them.

And finally, the electricity stopped coursing through his body. The iron protrusions sank back into the ground. The force field disappeared.

Pinky collapsed, panting for breath. His chest ached so much. His body was heavy…too heavy. It took so much effort to move.

But he knew he had to find Brain.

Brain would make a plan to fix this. He could make a plan for everything, including fixing the world.

“So the Gaia Manuscripts were true…” Snowball mused. “That senile excuse of a professor wasn’t lying after all.”

Snowball was behind this. Snowball had destroyed the world that Brain was trying to conquer. Destroyed the world they lived in, the only world they’d ever known. He tormented Brain, laughed at his pain, tried over and over again to drive a wedge between them.

And he doesn’t care at all.

Pinky growled, pushing himself up with too-heavy arms as he faced Snowball. A haze settled over his mind, an unfamiliar, terrifying fury coursing through his limbs.

Snowball returned his glare, his lip curling with disgust. “Ugh. A bit more savage than I would’ve liked,” he sneered. “But with some proper training, you’ll be an adequate conduit for my grand city.”

You destroyed the world! Put it back! NOW!

His thoughts were out of control. Everything was blood-red. The Microbots, the window, the broken planet, Snowball himself…

Terrifying, awful snarls deafened him. He didn’t know where they were coming from.

There was something he had to do…right? Someone he had to find.

But in this confusing red fog, in the thoughts that were encouraging him to destroy everything in his grasp, he couldn’t remember who he had to find.

He couldn’t remember anything anymore.

His name, his birthday, faces and friends and family…

They were all gone.

“Prepare for transport,” a voice said.

The voice that belonged to the one who had caused this entire mess. The one who had separated him from whoever he had to find.

With a furious snarl, he pounced, nails hooking into the sides of the hamster’s hoverchair. His weight unbalanced the chair, and the hamster crashed to the ground.

Dropping to the floor himself, he loomed over the hamster, his shadow engulfing the smaller form beneath him. And the hamster’s smugness vanished.

Pink eyes widened in fear.

Amber fur became ivory. Large ears, sagging cheeks…

And he was staring into the terrified pink eyes of the one he was searching for. Someone who was his best friend. He almost hurt his best friend.

The foreign, terrifying thoughts were gone. More color leaked into his vision, though the room was still dark.

It was too dark. He was scared. He wanted his friend.

He wanted…Brain.

Brain had to know his name, right? He was the one who came up with it.

But…he was so tired. Everything hurt. He didn’t have enough strength to look for Brain.

With a whimper, he took a few steps back and collapsed. There was nobody here to soothe the pain.

Something clamped down around his waist and lifted him into the air. He didn’t fight back. His arms hung down as dead weight, tail limp and lifeless.

A hatch was opened. He was stuffed into a circular hole in the wall. The cushion wasn’t comfortable. But he curled into a tight ball anyway. It didn’t do much to take away his throbs and aches though.

There was a loud slam. Everything was dark. The thin, rectangular window only offered a view of the broken world, the monster’s tendrils ensnaring the planet in shadow.

The pod jolted. He slammed into the wall. And he lay there, unmoving except for the tears that ran down his cheeks and splashed onto the floor.

He was falling. Away from the energy cannon, away from Brain…

And everything faded around him.

End AN: I’m going to credit @wimsiecal again for doing this wonderful piece of Pinky in his transformed state!

I apologize to any arachnophobes out there. It’s a well documented fact that spiders are the go to for any video game creator who wants to make a creepy boss fight.

Pinky doesn’t know about his transformation yet. He’s too disoriented right now, although he knows something isn’t quite right.

I had to be careful with Pinky attacking Snowball. Some parts had to be taken out because while Pinky is going to be more aggressive, I don’t want him to be sadistic even when he does lose control. He’s just scared and upset more than anything else.

Pinky really just wants Brain to comfort him…and the next chapter will be Brain’s perspective on the world being destroyed, the immediate aftermath, and some feelings too.

#pinky and the brain #pinky unleashed #patb fanfiction #animaniacs

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nebulablakemurphy · 3 years

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Miss American Pie

Chapter Five: This Will Be The Day (Finale)

Warning: this series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing.

Summary: Everyone has returned but the battle for humanity against Thanos wages on.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You wake in a coughing fit, the rubble surrounding you sears your lungs. “Natasha.” You call into the rocks and flickering lights. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Natasha!”

“Here, I’m here.” Her voice is rough, pained.

You push yourself toward the sound, through the dust you can make out her hair. “You ok?”

“Mostly.” She’s laying face up, a few scratches visible.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I can’t move.” She nods at the piece of collapsed cement. “My leg is broken, you should go.” Nat says, staring up at the sky.

“I should’ve never let you go to Vormir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You try uselessly to budge the blockage over her leg.

“What is Vormir?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “How much do you remember?”

“The red room.”

“Do you remember getting out?”

“No one gets out.” She shakes her head.

“We did.” You inform her. “Yelena did.”

“Yelena?” Her gaze finds yours. “You know Yelena? Is she here?”

“Yes, I know her.” You press your lips together. “She’s not here though.”

“The rest of this building is coming down. If you were really trained in the red room you have to know that.” Natasha frowns. “You need to leave.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Don’t be a hero.” She whispers. “Let me go, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not.” You argue. “I won’t do it again.”

“What about Yelena?” Natasha gives you a pointed look.

“She’ll understand.” This is what she would do.

“Hey,” Natasha pushes herself up on her elbows. “Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a giant man in a metal suit carrying a smaller man and a raccoon appeared behind your head?”

You turn toward the man in question. Scott Lang. “It would be a good thing.”

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Natasha is taken somewhere safe. She can’t fight.

As the strange doctor and his disciples start opening portals you see that you’re not alone. Through one comes Alexei, Melina and Yelena.

Her white suit is pristine, dirty blonde hair held away from her face in ponytails.

On shaky legs you move toward her, taking your rightful place at her side. Facing what lies ahead together.

Yelena catches your hand, “this isn’t much of a welcome home.”

You can’t help but laugh, “pretty cool way to die though.”

“Very,” she agrees. “Natasha?”

“She is a little worse for wear.” You warn her, “but alive…and safe.”

Yelena gives you a watery smile, squeezing your fingers. “And you?”

“A tower fell on me.”

“Of course it did.”

Thanos’ army is nothing to scoff at. Giant airborne creatures hover over his troops. Larger monsters stand in their ranks, space ship overhead ready to destroy.

Steve is almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt, his shield battered and broken. But you know it is time when he gives the order. “Avengers, assemble.”

Fighting is easy, it’s what you know. What you were trained to do. Fight to stay alive, fight for what you believe in, fight with Yelena; for Yelena.

The two of you move together like a well oiled machine. Like riding a bike, even after all this time you could never forget.

“We’ve got company to the left.” Yelena says through gritted teeth, kicking at the alien creature beside her. Dropping an empty cartridge to the ground and reloading her gun seamlessly, firing several shots.

Despite everyone’s best efforts they just keep coming. “Do we have a plan here?”

“Getting there,” Steve replies. “Anybody have eyes on the gauntlet?”

“Yeah!” Clint rushes past you with the glove in hand. “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Get it out of here!” Tony insists.

“What’s happening?” Alexei shouts over the chaos. “I still don’t have ear piece.”

“Just keep their army away from that guy in the tank top.” You grunt, falling backwards from the force of one of Thanos’ soldiers colliding with you.

“We have to get the stones back where they came from.” Rhodey reminds everyone.

“The time space tunnel is completely collapsed.” Tony points out.

“That isn’t our only time machine.” Lang cuts in.

“Does anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” Captain America’s voice hums through the ear bud.

“I do,” a female voice chimes in. “But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.”

After grappling for far too long, you manage to knock the creature from you. Using your knife to dismember it.

“Next time, we get the cool laser guns.” Yelena yells loud enough to be heard by everyone on the network, as she hauls you to your feet.

“Friday, please add laser guns for the ballerinas to my grocery list.” Stark gives his smart ass remark.

“What’s the word on the van?” Rhodey wonders.

“Working on it now.”

The ship at Thanos’ disposal begins raining fire, no regard for their own troops.

“We’ve got people going down!” Rocket hollers.

“Clint,” you call into the microphone. “How’s that gauntlet?”

“Moving down the field.” The archer replies, “I’m alright too, thanks for asking.”

“Good.” You bite back a smile.

Hell continues breaking loose around you. Glowing circular orbs unfold in the air above, providing coverage from the missiles. You’re not sure if this is winning or losing. It feels like a bit of both.

———————————————————————- Thanos and his army are dusted away. Leaving you surprised and still swinging as the shock wears off.

You won. You. Won.

And you lost.

You lost Tony Stark. The man you’d barely known, but offered you clarity that will stay with you forever.

You lost the Natasha you’d come to know over the five years that Yelena was gone. Some parts of the redhead stripped away for the price of the stone.

But she’s still here. Waiting in the wings to be greeted by Yelena and their little makeshift family. You share a look of understanding when your eyes meet over the blonde’s shoulder.

Others come, Banner refuses to leave her side. Despite the fact that Natasha doesn’t remember him.

Clint falls to the ground at her feet. Breaking down at the sight of his friend, his family alive and well. She doesn’t remember him either, but welcomes him into her arms somewhat awkwardly.

Her expressions flicker from happy to overwhelmed. Hesitant to open herself up to the possibility that she is wanted, needed and loved.

Too confusing for the girl who only remembers the red room. Adjusting to this life will take time.

Everyone begins clearing out, their jobs finished. Rushing home to reunite with their loved ones. Tomorrow will bring about new challenges. The world is in shambles, and so are you.

Steve decides that he should be the one to return the stones. His goodbye tells you that he has a bit more in mind. But this is his life. His choices, not yours.

“Well, I guess we should head out too.” You say after a while. Your car is gone, lost in the wreckage from the explosion.

The setting sun is eclipsed, causing all of you to turn your gaze upwards just in time to see the ship’s door open.

“Is that a raccoon?” Melina asks, pointing toward Rocket.

“Do you want a ride or not?” Rocket shoots back.

“Not the avenger’s super jet, but it will do huh?” Alexei smiles, this is his dream.

“This is better!” A man’s voice carries down from the interior.

“Well,” Yelena shrugs, “if you say so.” She leads the pack up the ramp and onto the ship.

“Fanny and the pigs will be expecting dinner soon.”

“How are they?” Melina asks, “have you been taking care of them.”

“That was me!” Alexei says proudly, bending at the waist to gather Natasha into his arms. “Aye honey,” he grunts, hoisting her up. “You are only little girl in my heart.”

Nat pushes against his chest in retaliation.

“Do you mind if I hitch a ride too?” Clint asks.

“The extra stop will cost you,” Nebula stares blankly at him from her seat.

“They always do.” He remarks, trotting up the ramp.

Bruce paces at the foot of the metal grate, watching the rest of you load up. “I gotta hang back, make sure Steve gets there in one piece.”

“After what happened with Scott the first time I’d say that’s probably the best bet.” You agree, standing near the entrance.

“Yeah,” he smiles, kindly. “Keep me posted on Nat, will ya?”

“I will,” you return the smile.

“I’ll see you around.”

You nod, “I’ll see you.”

The captain of the ship introduces himself as Star-lord, and after a moment without response, Quill.

“Any requests?” He asks, finger hovering over the control panel.

Alexei creeps over to the younger man, quietly relaying a message.

“Alright,” Quill nods. Stroking the keys until a familiar set of notes ring out.

“A long, long time ago-“ The singer croons.

You let out a chuckle.

“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.”

“We’re really doing this?” Yelena puts a hand to her head, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.” The melody carries on.

“It’s your song.” Natasha turns to her sister.

“I can't remember if I cried. When I read about his widowed bride.” Melina’s eyes are far away, carried back to their years in Ohio. Before the world had been so cruel.

“Something touched me deep inside, the day the music-“

“Died.” Yelena joins in, lulling her head to the side to gage your reaction.

You sigh, all of this beyond surreal. But you allow yourself to live in this moment, because you might not get another. “So bye, bye Miss American Pie…”

“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.” The roaring chorus of voices fills the silence you’ve grown used to. Fills the parts of you that were empty for so long. “And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye. Singin', “this’ll be the day that I die.”

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Yelena sings, her face alight with a childlike glee.

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Melina, Natasha and Alexei stay with you for a while. A few weeks as Natasha heals and becomes acclimated to her life.

She claims to hate the attention, but deep down you know she’s full of it.

The Ohio house is bursting at the seams with five adults, nine pigs and one dog.

That isn’t enough to keep visitors at bay. Namely Clint, his wife Laura and their three children.

Things feel a bit off when everyone begins moving out. Alexei, Melina, and their pigs return to the farm outside of Saint Petersburg.

Natasha finds herself drawn to New York, with Bruce and the makeshift building he’s using as a lab.

You adjust to the steady thrum that is daily life, with Fanny and Yelena.

After dinner you load the dishwasher, drying your hands on the nearby tea towel before selecting a cycle.

“So how does it feel?” Yelena asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hmm?” You turn to face her.

“Being a hero.” She clarifies, a smile playing at her lips.

“I’m not-“

“Oh cut the crap, Y/N. You saved the world.” Yelena narrows her eyes at you.

“I did it for you.” You say simply, because it’s true.

Yelena closes the space between you, “why?”

“You know why.” You whisper as she cups your face in her hands, gently stroking her thumb over your cheek. “It’s ok if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“I’d do more for you, and worse.” She assures you. “But do you really want to spend the rest of your life fumbling around feelings in the dark when you could have someone who-“

“I want you. I only ever want you.” You beckon her closer. “Anyway I can have you, that will be enough for me.”

Sometimes wires get crossed and you want things you never have before. And she provides them before you have a chance to ask. You give back to her tenfold, so that neither glass is ever empty. That is love. True love, the only way you’ve ever known it.

“I am yours…in every way a person can belong to another.” Yelena breathes, “and then some.”

Series taglist: @jeyramarie @freeshavocadoooo @ilovewinter101 @3and30aresoultwins @yelenabelovv @miphas-trident @1800-fight-me

If you loved this series as much as I did, you can check out the prequel here!

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #marvel fanfiction #black widow fanfiction #black widow #yelena belova fanfiction #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x female reader

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oi-loverboy · 3 years

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Long Time No See

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Summary: Eren sees you again after some time, more specifically after the scouts help him during his abrupt decisions in Marley.

TW: a small mention of season 4 spoilers (I’m excluding most of the scene since I don’t want to spoil too much), angst, language, acts of violence, fluff

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“I can’t believe how filthy you are,” Levi spoke, waiting for Eren to look at him “you look like you just fell in a pile of shit, Eren.”

“Captain,” Eren speaks, his eyes landing on Levi’s face. Before he knew it Levi had landed a kick, a grunt falling past his lips as his back hit against the wall. What a nice greeting he had thought.

He had been restrained, sitting calmly in the seat he was sat in as Levi and Hanji spoke to him. Slightly zoning out he thought back about a specific figure he saw when he stepped into the flying ship, he could recognize that body anywhere. How could be possible forget the person that holds his heart?

To your luck, Levi had asked you to keep close watch on Eren. You knew better than to disobey your captain and you knew he had other things to do, as well as Hange which left you alone with Eren in the small room. You walked into the room, closing the door behind you before walking to the wall opposite from him with your back pressed against the wall.

“Would you like to sit? There’s enough room here for you.” You hear his voice, so smooth and deep it made your heart beat faster. You haven’t heard that voice in so long.

Letting out a sigh, you shake your head as you slide down the wall until your butt touches the floor. You keep a grip on your sword and even though you weren’t planning on using it you still kept it close to you incase Eren decides to be a pain in the ass.

“Hm. You didn’t miss me?” Eren spoke, his eye not leaving you as he took your features in. He noticed your hair had grown a bit longer than the last time he saw you, probably because it was the last thing on your mind in that moment. He remembers that you would allow him to cut your hair after he walked into the bathroom, blade in your hand as you gripped your hair with the other ready to slash through it with no guidance. He had taken the blade out of your hand and offered to cut your hair from that day on. He missed the feeling on your strands getting tangled in his fingers. His hand unconscious clenched at the thought of your soft hair in his hand, he would do anything to feel your soft strands between his fingers again.

You scoff, turning your hair to look down at your boots as you picked out small pieces of grass that has gotten stuck to the soles.

“Well I’ll take that as a no. How have you been sweetheart?” Eren continued speaking, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you.

“Oh for fucks sakes Eren, stop acting like everything is fine. Let me remind you that you’re the one that left us, you left me alone. You abandoned me. I gave my all to you, loved you like no other, I thought we were okay that our relationship was going great but instead you decide to just leave without a word. Now we come here to save your ass like we always do, you make us put our lives at risk because you can’t control yourself and you’re too selfish to even think about us. It’s all about you, you don’t care about anyone except for yourself.” You speak, your teeth gritting in anger as you glared at him.

“Look I’m sorry but I needed to do this, I needed to get my revenge for my mother.” He speaks, looking around the room nervously.

“No, you didn’t have to do anything Eren, you could have waited and talked to us, allow us to come up with a plan so that we wouldn’t lose any more lives. I thought you were better than that. I thought you cared about us, not used us as a damn excuse for your selfish acts,” you spoke, your voice slightly raising. Closing your eyes and letting out a deep sigh to calm yourself down, you quietly spoke, “now if we could please stop talking about this.”

Eren let out a hum, biting the inside of his cheek, “well can you at least come sit with me? Believe it or not I missed you and I’m in need of your presence.”

“You weren’t in need of presence when you left without a word,” you mumble, looking at the floor as you thought about your next moves. You won’t lie and say you didn’t miss him, you really did but you couldn’t just forgive him.

Walking to him, you stood in front of him as you stared at him. He didn’t seem like himself, he seemed so lost. Hesitantly, you slide your hand across his cheek until it rested comfortably against the curve of his cheek. You heard him let out a small sigh, seeming relieved as he closed his eyes and leaned closer to your touch. You pull away from him, seeing his eyes snap open as he looked at you with a desperate look on his face. You reached up and pulled the hair tie you had in your hair, reaching towards him as you pulled his hair away from his face and pulled it back into a lazy bun. A few strands slipped from the hair tie, falling to the nape of his neck. He let out a small thank you, a small smile on his lips.

“Let me make it up to you sweetheart, let me spend the time I missed with you making it up to you for all my mistakes.” Eren spoke softly, green eyes staring up at you.

You stared at him, gently chewing on your lower lip as he leaned forward to place his head against your chest. You loved your hand, placing it on the top of his head as he struggled to take his hands out of the restraints, desperate to touch you.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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116 and 139 from the prompt list with Bucky please

Prompts used:

116. “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

139. “I thought you were a dream come true.”

A/N: Hello friends! I’m so glad to be writing for Bucky again. I hope you all enjoy! 🥺

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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Bucky paused as he started at the brass 314 just above the top of the door to your apartment. The delicate gold threading of his vibranium arm glinted in the bright, artificial lighting of the hallway, causing him to pause for a moment as he contemplated walking away and never coming back. But no; that wasn’t him anymore, he wasn’t going to continually run away and lock himself up and shut everyone out in the process. The time for that was over, despite how hopeless it seemed at times.

Besides all of the hesitations and reservations he experienced, you’d never once made him feel small or insignificant or like he was just that Bucky. You’d always managed to see him for who he was, and slowly, over time he worked to shed the layers of worry and fear and let you see him, the real him. The seemingly ever present gloves had come off, followed by his jacket, and every other little barrier he had put up over the years. When he’d first told you who he was, who he really was, he’d watched your face flicker through a series of emotions before a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth and you’d responded with a simple okay. Then you told him everything about yourself; trust wasn’t easy, you’d reminded him that day, and it was a two way street. If he allowed himself to be vulnerable enough to open up to you, you would do the same.

It was hard to believe that it had been almost four months. In some ways it felt like no time had passed at all, and in other ways he felt like he’d known you for eons. He’d abhorred the concept of online dating, but for once, he was glad he had listened to Sam and Dr. Raynor and hadn’t deleted his profile on the spot. He had been ready to give up until he received the simple notification that you had matched with him and messaged him. Everything after that felt surprisingly...easy. You had proven to be a beacon of bright, brilliant sunlight in the seemingly endless storm. Not that he had told you that...not in those specific words anyway, but he had a lot of other tells that you picked up on.

As soon as he slipped back into reality and he prepared himself to knock, the door opened and he found you beaming at him.

“Hi James,” his expression softened and any lingering doubt he had about staying was washed away as he held out a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Wide doe eyes met his and suddenly all he could think about was the fact that he really, really wanted to kiss you then and there, but he would save that for later if he felt bold enough to steal a kiss or two, “they’re beautiful! What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion,” he insisted, stuffing his hands into his pocket as was customary, offering a shrug of his shoulders, “I saw them when I was walking over and I thought you’d like them.”

“I love them,” you promised, a gentle hand on his forearm as you pulled him inside, “come on. And no hands in pockets! Not around me anyways.”

“Right,” he reminded himself with a light grimace as he stepped in and closed the door before shucking off his jacket and hanging it on your coat rack. Your apartment was small, not much bigger than his, but much more homey - he always enjoyed the warmth and comfort it provided. The whole place smelled delicious, and judging from the small mountain of dishes in the sink, he could see that you had been working away for some time. An odd, warm, sensation bubbled him in stomach as he trailed after you, noting the music you had on in the background. He made a mental note to ask you about the artist later as he was still getting a grip on what was popular...Sam wouldn’t let go of that one.

“Beer?” you nodded in the direction of the fridge as he sauntered over and made quick work of grabbing two bottles out. He set one down for you before studying you intently as you stirred the pot of pasta sauce. You’d noticed that about him, he was quiet, and aloof, always analyzing everything. But you relished into it too - when silence fell over the both of you it was never awkward or uncomfortable. You turned to him, a smile on your face as you raised an eyebrow at him, “what? Is there something on my face?”

“N-no,” he answered quickly as he took a swig of what he already deemed as liquid courage, “it’s just...how did you know I was at the door?”

You snorted at his question, barely able to contain a fit of giggles as it was his turn to raise his eyebrows at you. But god, did he love hearing that laugh; even if you thought it was a silly question, it was worth it just to hear your amusement, “really? That’s what you want to know?”

“Yeah,” he grinned back at you, “out with it.”

“Well,” you clinked the neck of your bottle against his before taking a long drink, “you’re always early, never more than ten minutes, but always at least five, from our planned time. You have a particular walk, not loud but not soft...just you. I dunno, but it’s distinct. It wasn’t hard to figure out. Plus I heard you and then you didn't knock, so I had to make sure you weren’t having some sort of ...panic out there. And maybe I was just really excited to see you.”

“Excited to see me?” he was incredulous. He wasn’t sure when someone had last told him that.

“I’m always excited to see you, James,” you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching over and gently putting your hand on his cheek. And he practically keened into your touch, eyes fluttering closed at the tenderness so you openly displayed, “oh! I almost forgot, will you grab a vase for the flowers so I can get them in water?”

“Of course,” he agreed. Of course he was ready to do almost anything for you, “one more question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why don’t you call me Bucky?” he kept his gaze trained on the vase as he pulled it from the cabinet and filled it with water. For some reason he was almost nervous to hear your answer.

“You told me that only your family or friends called you Bucky,” you reminded him as he answered with a simple nod, “so I figured it was something earned, something that I should only call you if you trusted me enough to know you in such an intimate manner. I-I didn’t want to overstep your boundaries either. W-would you like it? If I called you Bucky?”

His throat felt tight and his heart constricted as he listened to your words. For once it wasn't a cloying, negative feeling but one he...enjoyed. How very odd. A silence fell over the kitchen as he arranged the flowers in their new home and you finished dinner. For the briefest second did you think you’d said something wrong, but after he set the flowers on the dining table, he turned to and nodded, a slow, sure thing, “yes. Please - call me Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you repeated softly, grinning from ear to ear to as you pulled out the loaf of bread to prep to throw into the oven to turn into garlic bread, “my Bucky.”

The singular use of the possessive might have been lost on you, but it most definitely wasn’t lost on James Buchanan Barnes. He gripped the edge of the table so tightly, he was surprised it didn’t break. Collecting himself for a moment, he came back over to you and offered to take the garlic and press to assist you in your little venture.

You were quick to playfully swat his hand away before nudging your hip with his, “I’ve got it. You go ahead and start getting plates and stuff ready.”

“Come on, I can totally help,” he insisted as you brandished the press at him, “how hard is it? You’ve done everything!”

“Nuh huh,” you insisted, “remember the first we had dinner at yours? You almost burnt the kitchen down because you didn’t pay attention. Not happening - I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

“I-I do not suck,” his mouth ran dry as he gaped at you like a fish out of water. How easily the words had spilled from your mouth, without a second thought, without hesitation. He wondered if you’d even realized what you said, “I...umm-”

“Oh,” it was then that realization hit you and your face felt warmer than it ever had, “Bucky, I didn’t...I didn’t mean to say that...out loud. I’m sorry, please don’t...I’m sorry. I don’t want to seem too forward.”

‘Y-you love me?” a dark pink flush rose in his cheeks as you chose your next words carefully. You didn’t want to lie to him and backtrack on your declaration, but you didn’t want to drive him away either. Instead you settled on a small squeak and a slight nod, “I can’t even remember the last time someone told me that. Or the last time I felt that for someone else too. It’s been a long time.”

“Things haven’t exactly been easy or normal for you, Bucky,” you laughed lightly as he came closer and left only a minuscule amount of space between your bodies. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body as it took every fiber of your being not to throw yourself at him then and there, “but you deserve kindness and love as much as anyone else, if not more so. You are a good man Bucky, despite what some people want to believe and despite what your mind tells you sometimes. The last few months with you have been...the most wonderful. You’ve made me so happy. I hope to be able to give you even a fraction of that in return.”

“You have made me happier than I thought I deserved to be,” he admitted as it became your turn to take a step closer. If you leaned in now, your lips would almost brush his. And god, you wanted to kiss him - until you were breathless, until it was the only thing you knew. The two of you had taken it slow, upon requests from both of you - Bucky for the obvious reasons and you after a very rough break up. It hadn’t been much more than sweet kisses and honeyed whispers, but he meant so much to you. You liked how things were progressing, but you couldn’t deny you would always take more, however much he was willing to give you, “when I first saw and met you, I thought you were a dream come true. Like you really couldn’t be real, or even like me, but here you are."

“I don’t really plan on going anywhere,” you promised, inching that much closer, your face almost touching his, “I hope you’re not either. Because I kind of...really like you.”

“M-may I kiss you?” he brought his hand to your face while his vibranium arm settled on your waist. It was an odd tango, one he was still trying to work out to see what felt right, normal. It had been a long, long, time since he’d held someone this way. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you carded a hand through his hair, playing with a particularly wild bit at the nape. You wanted nothing more than this, than him. It was such a simple act, and yet so saccharine and intimate when it was the two of you. It was an act of trust, an act of intimacy, and so much more.

“Please,” you beamed him before he closed the distance and kissed you. And this time, he really kissed you, like you were the only thing sustaining him, the only thing he wanted or needed - a fresh breath of life. Plush lips were delicate and soft again yours, but hungry and yearning as though nothing could ever be enough. When you chanced a breath of air, you nuzzled your nose against his and softly whispered his name, “Bucky.”

“I don’t know if I can say it yet,” he swallowed thickly as you knew immediately what he was indicating. You cupped his cheek before tracing over his features, “I…”

“I know,” you promised as you met his eyes. They were so soft and gentle; this was perhaps the most relaxed you’d seen him. At your words he seemed to melt into your touch as a soft sigh escaped him, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m all in.”

“Me too,” he promised, “me too.”

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daim1812 · 3 years

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One Last Time

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Labels: Romance, angst, drama, mentions of suicide, blood, children involvement, pregnancy and death.

Warning: Some manga spoilers. Change of storyline for adaptive purposes.

Song of choice: Saturn by Sleeping at Last

As the sun went down so did his body, sitting down on the log with a perfect view to a hidden lake between enclosed tall trees. Rising up from the mountain, the moon made its way into the night sky.

Levi couldn’t stop himself to stare at the moon. He couldn’t stop breathing the air, feeling it hit his lungs with small fights. He couldn’t stop from repeating the same images in his head.

His squads death made him realize that death was always near. He knew that no matter how much he ran away from it, it was always going to catch up to him.

Mike’s death shook him slightly. He knew this man for his whole years of being in the Scouts, and consider him someone close to him.

Erwin’s death threw him in a verge of loosing himself, almost to the point of ending things. And yet... he found himself weak to the thought. He couldn’t do it, it was someone else’s job to kill him and end his agony. Even when Hange stood there with him and helped him realize that he wasn’t that alone, her sudden sacrifice pushed him into an unknown feeling.

And so he sat there, amaze by the scenery; amazed by the simple thought that he was still... living.

Without a care in the world, Levi closed his eyes and emerge into the swing of the wind. Hitting him softly on the face and pushing his hair back, he indulge in a new feeling he couldn’t describe before.

He was delighted.

He was enlighten.

Yet, he hated that. Everybody else died, leaving him alone to understand himself and hate himself at the same time. All he wanted was... for them to come back. Since Isabel and Farlan, Levi learned the hard way that life isn’t the way he thought it would be. Kenny’s death was another punch in his face. His mother's death since the beginning made him this solitary person filled with problems.

Levi wasn’t normal.

Two pair of hands took him by surprise, but not enough to act defensive. He already knew this hands.

She pressed her face on Levi’s head, her body slightly pushing to his back. Her hands collared on his neck, embracing him thoroughly to her own content.

“What are you doing, Captain?” Her voice swayed Levi’s ears, the melody in her voice making him subtle and nostalgic.

“I have never stopped myself to watch this place, Captain.” He mumbled, almost too low for her to understand, but she did. Levi felt her jaw tense and knew she was smiling.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This is what we fight for, Levi. For this place, this scenery, for the wind, for the people, for the oceans, for the animals, for us.” She let go of Levi to sit beside him, looking at him.

Levi finally got rid of his bandages, half of his face with a scar that marked a battle in transition; his left eye was hidden over a patch. She wanted so much to contain herself from touching his face once again. One after the other, every time she saw him like this, her hands immediately moved to touch his face. Levi doesn’t care much, but at the beginning he prohibited her to do so.

“Can I...?” The whisper made Levi look down, slowly nodding, not wanting to show her that he needed her to touch him.

Her fingertips rolled on his skin and scars, slowly, and carefully, she continue the path from the chin to his forehead. She stopped the movement once she reached his eye patch, looking at him for confirmation. He didn’t say anything, still staring at the ground in front of him, how the grass moved with the wind.

“I love your eyes, Levi.” She smiled at him, continuing her path, her fingers sinking inside his hair.

He finally let go of a sigh, looking up at her with the most saddest eyes, the color of his eyes slowly fainting by the light of the moon.

“If you die...” He started, stopping her movements. She frowned her eyebrows, looking back at him with fierce.

“Don’t say that. I’m not going to die. I’m not planning on doing so. My plan is to finish this war with Eren and those idiots, and then... we’ll retire in a cabin in the woods. We’ll have lots of kids. I’m still young, I can have at least 7 kids. Don’t you think?” She chuckled, Levi loving so much her action.

When was the last time he felt so affected by the emotions of another person? She had him wrapped on her fingers and yet he couldn’t do anything about that. He didn’t know the feelings he was going through. He didn’t understood what this new emotion was.

Was it really love like the books in the library described?

Was it the love Hange so furiously told him about when they stayed up almost all night drinking with Erwin and Mike?

Was love the past arrangement Erwin had with Nile’s wife?

Or was it that anxious feeling of seeing someone for the first time and noticing how beautiful they were?

He couldn’t decipher anything even if they were together. He was confused with all those emotions flowing into him. From the beginning, in his childhood, he never got to experience love and affection. Farlan and Isabel gave him affection, that friendship, and he learned from that. From Erwin he went through companionship, same with his squad, Hange and Mike. He understood those feelings; he already battled those and lost. Levi knew death, despair, loneliness, sadness; he knew all of those and yet he never once understood love.

She changed those thoughts so easily it scared him.

“You would look so beautiful holding our baby...” Her smile made Levi weak to the knees. How couldn’t he have fallen for her? “My plan is for us to be together until we are old and we decay with time. I want this to be over so we can be happy. What do you think?”

“...” Levi couldn’t say anything. If something he learned from all those years of loneliness and misery, it was to never dream too much. He wanted to live in the present because every time he thought things were alright something ended up wrong.

“Levi?” She looked so worried for him, letting her knees touch the grass in front of Levi.

His hands immediately hold her elbows, not wanting her to get on her knees and get her pants dirty just for him. Yet, she didn’t cared, only pushing away his hands a little bit to not make him feel bad.

“Talk to me, Ackerman.” Her voice soothes him. How many times has he loved hearing her call his name or just say anything in general?

He didn’t wanted to admit it, but having her near him, breathing, laughing, talking, whispering, singing... made him sleep so good for the first time. He finally let go of the worries in her arms and slowly pacified his urges of ending thing. Whenever he could sleep with her, he felt like the world didn’t needed to end just yet. Sleeping with her seemed like the only medicine he needed for days full of regret.

Either way, with those thoughts in his head while he stared down at the girl he profoundly fell for, he couldn’t let himself be like her.

Levi was the opposite of her. Down to earth, cold, and with secrets nobody needed to know. She was an open book, imaginative and lovable. He just didn’t wanted her to feel bad for saying words that could hurt her.

“This is real life, Captain. We are in a fragile situation right now in where we don’t know if tomorrow we will be alive. We live our lives to the fullest imagining that at some point we will stop and notice we fought so hard for our freedom.” Levi’s eyes connects with her, noticing how the light faded a little bit. “I can’t live in a fantasy... not when everything around me is based in reality. You are the one thing,” He stopped for a few seconds, his finger grabbing onto some of her locks. “I can’t loose.”

“You’re in bad luck, Levi, ‘cause I’m going into battle tomorrow and I promise you I will live. I won’t die yet. I can’t leave you alone.” Suddenly she pressed her forehead softly against Levi’s forehead, both of their noses slightly kissing. She closed her eyes and Levi admired her fractions.

He liked her so much.

She was the only reason why he hasn’t indulge into the darkness and end his life right there.

His fingers pressed her locks behind her ear, some of the hair covering his face and hers. She giggled at the humble actions of the man she loved with all her life. He continues to push her hair behind her ears, slowly passing his fingertips on her earlobe.

“Don’t die on me, brat. Keep fighting.” His whisper made her eyes crystallize. She felt the feelings behind those words. He wanted her to continue living even if he didn’t made it through another day.

She shook her head, the hairs from behind her ear falling back on her face as she pulled away from him.

Her hands locked onto his, pressing them on her chest tightly, a little careful of Levi’s bandage hand missing two of his fingers.

“No. Don’t YOU die on me, Levi. I want you to live and fulfill my wish with me. I want you to wake up tomorrow ready to battle and do everything it takes to come back into my arms. Many will die; death is inevitable, yet I’ll be here always. I want you to survive because you deserve to. I know how much you await death. You’ve been waiting for so long to feel it. The grass on your fingers, the blood gushing out of your mouth and the pain. But, Levi, I assure you, nothing is better than living the moment. Nothing will be better than this moment. You and me... finally together. I won’t let you die, Levi. We will have each other’s back. But you will survive even if it means me saving you over and over. I won’t let you fall into a darkness you won’t ever go out. I’ll light up your path every time you see it darken. I’ll keep the light up every time the wind tries to blow it. I’ll be here for you... until death do us apart.” Her eyes quickly tried to gush out the feelings, but the feelings were already dripping down her face.

Levi couldn’t stop himself anymore. He grabbed her cheek, pulled her up a little to be at the same height as him and pushed his lips against hers.

Her lips danced slowly on his, taking almost all the control of the kiss. Even if they were together for so long, Levi didn’t know a lot of things couple usually did. He didn’t know how to kiss, how to compliment, how to touch, how to love. Yet, she didn’t care for those small details. Being near her lover solely made her live happily.

Their lips continued to stick together, Levi wanting so hard to not let go. Maybe he didn’t wanted to let go because he wanted to love the moment like she told him to do; or maybe he felt the need to kiss her one last time just in case something bad happened.

Her hands touched Levi’s cheek, rubbing her fingertips on his cheek. He felt the cold round of tears pressing on his face, sticking them.

Breaking the kiss with a subtle movement, Levi gazed at her up and down, taking a mental picture of his lover for future references. For when the battle came, he could keep calm and fight dedicating his heart.

“Don’t cry, idiot.” He rolled her tear off her face with his right thumb. She nodded quickly, wiping her face with her long sleeve shirt.

“Promise me, Levi... we will fulfill my dream? Just promise me that.” His hand pressing on her cheek, she shoved it even closer to her.

He couldn’t promise that. He just couldn’t. Levi didn’t know if he was going to survive. The situation was getting dangerous and if everything went south, he would have to sacrifice himself to save the others. He needed to give them a future, Levi already fought enough, lived enough.

But now he had her... Now he was supposed to live to keep her by his side. He needed to survive. Yet, he just couldn’t say that to her. He wasn’t very good with words. Showing actions and taking actions was his forte.

The moon shined on them once again, the lighting in his eyes finally shinning again, the back of her head being lightened by the moon as well.

He wanted to live for her.

“I promise.” He mumbled, watching her shriek and throw herself on him, almost pushing both of them back into the ground.

She flowered him with kisses all over his face, being extremely careful of his eye and scar.

“I love you, Levi. Thank you. I’ll keep you safe.” Those words brought him so much joy. An emotion he hasn’t felt at all in his life, yet he was purely in love with this woman and he was going to make her happy.

“Me too, Captain.”

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“Papa, papa, papa!” A little kid, around 6 years old with short dark hair and beautiful grey eyes threw himself at Levi. He catches him almost in midair and makes him sit on his arm and waist.

“What is it, Teo? I’ve told you to not interrupt me while I’m working.” The little kid shrugs his shoulders and purposely hides his face on Levi’s chest.

Levi noticed by the corner of his eye the little girl standing near the door, half of her face looking at him and the kid.

“Alora doesn’t want to play with me and I feel lonely.” His voice makes Levi tremble gently. Who would have thought that the Captain of the Survey Corps was going to be swayed by the adorable side of his older child?

“Alora, come here.” He turns around to the door, the little girl holding onto a dark teddy bear that hanged on her right hand and kept being swept on the floor.

She walked in with her face looking down on the floor. Alora couldn’t lie about it, she was almost scared of her father. He was always so quiet and cold; while she was the opposite. She was curious, a shining sun wherever she went, and a beautiful, intelligent little girl. With only 4 years old she already knew how to do basic math (something her mother continuously felt proud of and mentioned every time).

Levi looked down on her and gently squatted down with Teo on his arms, leading him to stand up on the floor.

Pressing his hand on Alora’s black, long soft hair that fell until her lower back and was tightly put in a ponytail, he smiled at her. Alora looked at her father and smiled back, loving those moments with him.

“Alora, would you like to play with your brother for a little while? Papa has some work to do, but once I’m done I’ll play with both of you. Anything that you want, I’ll play it.” He kept smiling, watching the kids as they celebrated that their dad was finally going to give them some attention. “Go play, kids.”

The kids rushed through the door, running into their rooms to play and have fun with each other.

Letting out a small sigh, Levi got up and sat down on his chair again. He still couldn’t believe he was a father of two children that made his life a whole heaven and a living hell as well.

A knock on the door caught him slightly by surprise, turning his attention towards now the person standing at the door.

He stared up and down at his wife, and how the dress made her look so irresistibly gorgeous.

She smiled at him and entered the room without invitation. Holding on her back for support, or for pain, she finally stood next to him. A hand pressed on Levi’s left shoulder, making Levi close his eyes and sigh again, loving so much her touch.

“You must be exhausted, Levi. Are you sure you can’t just finish this later? I could really use a massage, you know.” She leaned down a little bit, rubbing her nose on his cheek and ear.

“I have to finish today. I’ll be done soon.” Sighing once again, he let go of his desire to stop working and just let her shower him in affection and love.

“You’re so tense, dear.” Her hands touched his shoulders and made pressure on her hands to make him feel at ease. Levi’s head fell back a little bit, seeing his wife enjoying giving him all the love and attention he needed.

“Go do something else, brat. You’re always trying to make me feel good. I’m fine.” Levi pushed his body upwards, breaking the contact of her hands on his shoulders. She chuckled, understanding that Levi didn’t wanted to feel vulnerable at the state of tension he was in.

“Alright, Captain.” She makes the old salute, making Levi tremble at the sight. Even so, she continues to smile, leaning down on him to kiss him on the lips real quick.

“Tsk... idiot.” As soon as he said that, his body lay back at the chair, resting himself on it as he watched his wife walk away with a smile.

As soon as he heard his wife say dinner was ready, his body immediately got up and walked to the living room, seeing how the kids ran to the table. Getting from behind Alora, he helped her get on the chair. Giving her a short smile, Levi sat down at his respective chair, not having any other option than watching his wife put the plates and utensils at the table.

Levi always loved watching his wife do housework. He was a clean freak, and noticing how she always tried her best to keep everything tidy up and clean, made him love her even more. It wasn’t rude or anything, Levi helped a lot in the chores, helping whenever he wasn’t doing his own work.

“You’re slacking off, Levi.” She smiled, putting down the utensils next to his plate. He looked up at her, and her eyes shined to him. God, he could loose himself with just a stare.

“I’m tired.” He said with a sigh, resting on the chair.

“You could finish up quickly, papa.” Teo’s small voice makes Levi smile. His ear rings to that voice and he just enjoy his son’s voice.

“Yes, papa. You have to play with us.” Alora smiles while her mother pours some food on her plate.

“I know, kids.” His wife presses her thumbs to Levi’s nape, slowly rubbing it.

“Papa will be busy, but I’m sure he’ll take some time to play with you, kids. Right, darling?” Levi lets his neck fall back a little bit and looks up at her staring into his eyes. A faint blush covers his cheeks and he tries his best to hide it, yet she already notices.

“Yeah.” Mumbles, staring down at the food that was being served.

After they finished eating, Levi went back to his studio, trying as fast as he could to finish his work.

With a loud sigh, he finally finished doing all the things he had to do. He got up the chair, stretched his back and walked over to the room in where the kids were playing.

Standing on the entrance of the room, Levi let his back touch the wall and just decided to stare for a little bit at the kids giggling and playing.

He never had a childhood like that. All he knew while growing up was self defense. He knew how to stab, how to kill, how to defend himself. Levi didn’t know what other feelings were. The emotions he was feeling right now while watching his daughter show him her doll and his son the little train he got for his birthday, he didn’t know what that was called.

Knowing well enough how to battle an enemy, Levi never thought he would have to be fighting himself over and over in the future. He thought, maybe, after marrying her and starting a new life he would stop all those thoughts. And he did stop those thoughts. The birth of Teo brought into his life a whole new meaning that he didn’t know he needed so much.

Levi found love.

“Papa, papa! Come! Play with us.” The little girl’s voice shook him out of his thoughts. Looking up and down at her, he smiled, walking over to them and joining their small party.

Levi tucked both kids into bed. He wore them out enough for them to be knocked down cold into a huge sleep. Sliding the blanket over Teo and Alora, Levi kissed their small little forehead. If Erwin saw him right now he would have been surprised at the sight of weakness Levi was showing. “What would he say about this?”, Levi thought while staring down at the little girl holding tight her small bear. Nevertheless, Levi didn’t care. All he cared about were those kids and his wife. Erwin was long gone and he knew that if he saw that, Erwin would have been so proud of him. Levi found exactly what Erwin wanted for him, and what he wanted as well. No thoughts would change his mind on what his ex-Commander and best friend would have thought in that situation. Erwin would have been happy.

Turning off the light, Levi closed the door to the room and walked over to the room he shared with his wife.

And there she was, looking over at the door in wait for her husband. She smiled, opening her arms so she could get Levi next to her.

“Tsk. You’re a needy brat.” He crossed his arms, but still walked up to her. She grabs his hand and detangle them from his chest. Bringing him close to her, making him sit down on the bed, she gently pressed his hand on her belly.

Levi felt a knock, a kick, that startled him a lot. A life was in there. His next child was there. Levi finally understood that feeling. He felt it when Teo came the first time and when Alora also came. The feeling of being alive.

“It keeps kicking. It’s so funny.” She whispers near Levi’s shoulder, letting her head fall on his shoulder.

“He wants to kill you. I’ll kill him if he comes out like the other two. Disorganized and dirty.” His comment makes her laugh and Levi has no other option than to enjoy it. He wanted to record that in his mind forever. Her voice and her laugh.

“You silly... They are only like that because you let them be. I remember when I was a Captain and every time I saw you, you were scolding the cadets for leaving dirt everywhere.” She makes him remember, and he just snickers. He really was a strict Captain. And still, he always got the job done.

“I lived so long in dirty and dark places... I didn’t wanted HQ to be the same.” After he finishes talking, he feels another kick, letting go of a small smile.

“The HQ was bland. It was colorless. It reek of death and broken dreams. I didn’t like that so much.” She closes her eyes and rubs Levi’s hand over her belly.

“We didn’t have time to be thinking of colors. We were always living in a die or live situation.” She nods on his shoulder.

“I agree.”

“We should head to bed.” Levi mumbles again, not wanting to take his hand away from her belly or the warmth of her hand on his.

“Mhmm... let’s stay like this for a little while more. I missed your scent.” Her whisper makes Levi shiver, yet he only lets a small grunt come out of his throat, responding to her.

The small shallow breaths she was taking, the thumb rubbing on his hand, her hair falling on his shoulder and her thighs pressing on him made Levi so renewed. At the end of the day, all the tiredness faded away when she was there with him.

He knew she had her eyes closed, she was just resting on his shoulder. Yet, he wanted to look at her, kiss her, hold her, do everything he could think of even if she had a belly growing up. She has done so much for him and continues to do so by loving him every single day of their lives.

Levi slowly pulled his hand away from her belly and her, but now press it on her cheek. She opened her eyes and leaned back from his shoulder, now staring at him with bags under her eyes.

She was fucking stunning even when she was tired.

Letting his fingers roam from her cheek to her ear, pushing the hair to the back of her neck and ear; Levi cut the distance between each other and kisses her. Slowly, shaking and almost afraid of being too aggressive even if he wasn’t. Her hand found Levi’s shirt and gripped it. He pressed his other hand on her cheek and hold her face steady for him to kiss her better. Licking on her lip slowly, he went back and devoured her lips once again, showing off his dominating side.

Hearing her small moan, he let go of her. Staring deeply into her eyes, the small faint blush on her cheeks made him smirk. He loved making her flustered.

Slowly, but surely, Levi pressed his nose against her nose and gave her a lovely Eskimo kiss.

“I love you, Captain.” She said first, leaving him speechless once again like always.

He stared at her up and down, watching her completely. She always had this effect on him. Not for nothing they were married. Even so, Levi couldn’t be so easily frank like her. He loved her, but saying it was so difficult for him. Yet, when seeing her eyes shine the same way it did when they kissed for the first time, Levi couldn’t let her be disappointed on himself. He loved this woman with all of his life.

The woman who saved his life.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).”

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“I’M NOT LEAVING HIM BEHIND, JEAN!!!!” The small faint voices of a girl during a silent world, were being simply shouted against the noise.

“We have to leave. We need to help Armin and Mikasa. If you stay here, we’ll be loosing you too, Captain. Please, reason with me here. We already lost Connie and Reiner is seriously injured. We need you.” Jean tried his best to reason with the girl who fearlessly continued to cry and shout at the tall man.

“NO!!! I CAN’T LEAVE HIM!!” She cries out, her tears falling in Jean’s arms and onto the floor.

“I understand, Captain. But Captain Levi wouldn’t want you to stay here and do nothing. We must continue to fulfill his wish and save the world. Please...” He couldn’t hold her anymore. She kept screaming while trying to push Jean away so she could hold her lover’s body on her arms. “CAPTAIN, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!!”

He let go of her and she fell on her knees, scrapping them against the rocks and sand. Yet, it didn’t hurt. Her body was numb to the exterior damage. She just couldn’t react to any of that. All she could do was cry and cry and keep crying.

Her body crawled closed to her lover’s body and she grabbed his bloody hand.

When did that happened? How did it happened? Where was she? How did she let that happen?

She kept questioning herself over and over again into the smallest details. Levi’s death was upon her and she couldn’t help but blame herself.

Levi’s soulless body was laying on the ground, his left arm missing and his left leg. He was not coming back from this one and she knew it. After everything she promised. After everything she tried to do to keep him safe, she failed every and each of those promises.

“Wake up, Levi... Yo-You... you promised... You pro-promised we were going to live. You promised ME you were going to live. You promised, you promised, you promised... YOU PROMISED!!!” Her shouts could be heard all over the quiet ambient. Jean let some tears fall down as well, his head falling forward to not be seen weak.

She grabbed Levi’s body and got him close to her, pushing his face near her and sobbing. Tears falling down on Levi’s face, almost washing away the dirt and the blood. She just couldn’t believe that was happening. Levi was actually dead, his body resting on her arms.

“You promised... we were going to have kids... and live happy in a little house on the woods! We were going to raise our children the way they never raised us. Please... please... Levi, please, I love you. Don’t go... don’t leave me!”

The sound of her sobbing suddenly were muffled by extremely loud crashing sounds.

Jean looked over to where the sound came and his eyes became plates. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her forcefully, making her shriek and cry harder.

“Captain, Armin is in trouble. We need you. I know it hurts. I know you and Levi had dreams. But right now, if you don’t stand and get your shit together, everything that Captain Levi fought for will be for nothing! DEDICATE YOUR HEART!” Her red face and covered with tears, dust and blood suddenly came to a halt.

Levi wouldn’t wanted her to be like this and not in that moment. She gazed at Levi’s body on the floor one last time, got closed to it, kneeled down and after crying out her last tears, she gave him a farewell kiss.

She wiped her tears off and got up, her face drastically changing to pure anger.

“Let’s save humanity, Jean. DEDICATE YOUR HEART, SOLDIER!!”

The End

Thank you so much for reading.

Have a good day or night, darling. 🥰

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laketaj24 · 3 years

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Roses and Iron: Geralt

Author’s Note: Alright here is the winner of the Poll fic form yesterday! Hope you enjoy!! Thank you so much for reading!! Let me know what you think!! Requests are open but I am slow! Shout out to @demivampirew for the gif!!

Pairings: Young!Geralt X Reader

Warnings: Smut

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You paced your room, your hands shook uneasily, and it was accompanied by the beat of your heart. Tonight was the night, the betrothal to a Witcher from the academy had been arranged from your father months ago, and tonight was the wedding. But, per his request, the affair was not grand, and the only people in attendance were the two of you.

“You will do well; this alliance is needed.” Your mother entered your room dressed in her gown. The roses garnished her black dress; the attire was typical for a family of your ranking—high Majesties of the Northern Realm. Black and red were the family’s colors. “There is worry on your face.”

“How will I know I am what he wants?’

“Men do not know what they desire until they have it. Turn.” She directed. Your mother resembled you; her strong features were all you, a soft jawline and almond-shaped eyes that spoke even when she didn’t. Her soft ochre skin balanced the depth of the black dress. She started to pull at your corset drawing it tighter.

“I do not understand why this alliance is even needed.”

“It is not for you to understand; it is only your path to do as you are directed and marry the young Witcher. Let us dress you and meet him.”

It didn’t take long for you to dress and enter the great hall. The Witchers had made their way into the hall and so had Geralt. Geralt stood in front of you with a poised demeanor and a smile. It looked genuine, and he looked nothing of The Witcher’s that stood behind him. His hair in dark curls that hit his back and his eyes crystal blue that only tinged with the amber of his kinsman. “High Majesty.” He said, bowing to you. “It is an honor to meet you.”

“And you.” You bowed, looking at him through the sheer red veil. “Geralt of Kaer Morhen.”

“Geralt is fine.”

“Are you both ready for the union.” The mage looked impatient; the incongruous pair was a waste of her time, you knew it, and she did as well. “Come forth.”

The low rumble of murmurs ceased as you two met the mage. Your heart no longer felt heavy; it pattered lightly against your chest as Geralt took your hand in his and walked you towards the mage. “Today, we are here join The Majestic High Elven Court of the North with Kaer Morhen. Before me stands Geralt, the youngest Witcher of Kaer Morhen and The high Majesty Y/N.” She pauses and takes your hand and his, placing them in the wooden bowl. “We dip their hands in the water, this ceremonial. This act washes away any disputes, bad blood, or malicious intent. This makes the union pure.”

The water was calm; you sloshed your fingers around it for a second and removed it, the trickles hit the wooden floor. “Nice.”

“You are a pure elf.” She smiled. “Your heart has good intentions, and surprisingly, so does the Witcher’s heart.” The mage exhaled. “Present the rings,” She pointed to her apprentices, and they came bearing the brilliantly silver rings. “Place these rings on the proper finger, as tradition would see fit the pearl in yours in white. Once defloration has occurred, the pearl will turn the color of roses, and this union shall be complete, and the alliance shall be recognized. May the spirits guide you.” She turned, and the murmurs reconvened.

Your mother appeared at your side. “It will be done by morning.” She smiled and turned to Geralt. “You two are free to leave. The ceremony has ended.”

It had no splendor like your brothers, no trumpets played, or flowers fell. They just dispersed, and you stood alone in the Great Hall with Geralt at your side. “Shall we retire?”

“So eager?’

“I have traveled for ten days.” Geralt added. “We can only sleep if you would like; I have no intentions of rushing you in this matter. It is your decision, but I am exhausted.” He stretched his hand to you, and you took it. “Our chambers are on the east end, from what I am told. Are you familiar?”

“I shall lead the way.”

The East End chambers had been yours before your brother had married, but when he deserted his position as King, he’d lost this wing, and it had become yours once more. You lead the way up the winding steps. The East Wing had been decorated for the event, rose petals sprinkled along the steps leading to the bedroom, and you did not want to sleep. You’d heard the tales of sex, how it could make a woman feel powerful or loved. You wanted both; you wanted to be worshipped even if you did not know what you were walking into.

Geralt looked at the bed; a smile covered his face as he unbuttoned the stuffy leather jacket he’d worn and shrugged out of it, hanging it on the bedpost and then taking a seat. “It is wonderful here; I slept on a stone bed at Kaer Morhen; anything is better than that.”

“I suppose.” You closed the door and looked at him. “Will you assist in undressing me.”

“It would be an honor.” He motioned you over to the bed with an amused smile on his face. Once in front of you, he started untying the corset and gently tugging the heavy dress down your body. “I find it odd that women go through such lengths.”

“You did not like my dress.”

“I loved it.” He rebutted. “But, does one really have to dress a rose to acknowledge its beauty? It is at its finest bare.”

“Perhaps that’s how I should present myself to you, like the rose I am.” It was a relief to feel the dress and the undergarments fall to the floor. You stepped out of the pool of clothing at your feet and then turned to face Geralt. “

Geralt’s eyes locked on you, “You’re a virgin.”

“I am.”

“So here you are before me, bare, beautiful, fragile. What am I to do with you?”

“Your worse.” You answered, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Please.”

Geralt is hesitant, moving you towards him, resting his hands on the nape of your ass. The pads of his fingers were rough, proof of his training he had yet to complete. “I do not know how to be gentle.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

Geralt had not kissed you the entire evening; you hadn’t expected him to beings that you had only met a few hours prior. But right now, you craved for him to touch you, kiss you, and most importantly fuck you. He didn’t need you to vocalize your request, he met your lips with haste pulling you on top of him, allowing you to take the lead, and you did so eagerly. He positioned the two of you in the middle of the bed, and you started slow. You kissed his jawline, the one thing you had been looking at the entire day; you peppered the kisses until you met his soft lips, and then you bit him playfully.

Geralt reacted, nipping you back and cupping your mound; his fingers danced at the pillowed lips pushing them back, exposing the glistening pink flesh beneath the ochre brown. “Have you ever cum on your own fingers?”

“Every night this week.” You admitted.

“You have no need for that anymore.” Geralt’s index finger dipped into you, curling before it slipped out and then back in again. You were wet for him. He started to fuck with that finger, and then he added another, and you inhaled sharply. “Did it feel like this?”

“No,” You breathed.

“Better?”

You shook your head, and the small spasms started around his fingers. It never happened that quick for you. But usually, after it did, you were ready to sleep. You rested on his chest as the small orgasm took over. “That was great.”

Geralt chuckled and rolled you onto the bed. He stood up and began to shed the rest of his clothes, revealing the chiseled, lean body you knew was under the clothes. “We have only started, my dear rose.”

Geralt climber back on the bed and hovered over you. He was hard already, but curiosity got the best of you. You reached between his legs and gripped the thick shaft. He jumped in your hands. You were beneath him, adjusting the sizeable man atop of you and the feeling of his warm cock, stroking at your entrance. “Brace yourself.” He smiled as the tip slid into your entrance. “I swear I will not hurt you.”

It was pointless to respond to him, you spread your legs wider for him, and he took the queue and slowly pushed into you. The slight sting was tolerable at first, his girth stretched you for an inch, and he halted. “Keep going.” You wriggled beneath him.

“Impatient.” He laughed. He pulled out, leaving you empty, and then he pushed into you deeper. Your eyes snapped shut, and he kissed your lips, moving slowly and then pausing, allowing you to feel him once more. He was thick, and your body was adjusting, your pussy slickened, and you wanted him to not be gentle.

“Geralt.” You whined.

“I will give you what you want,” He groaned, pulling out and then back in nearly hilt deep this time.

Your breath was knocked from you for a second once he genuinely started to fuck you. Geralt’s strokes were deliberately planned for you to feel every inch of him, and at first, they were uncomfortable, bordering painful. However, the curve of his dick hit the right spot each time he pushed into you, and though it had the potential to feel great, you couldn’t help but focus on the pain of it all.

Your nails raked down his arms as your legs quivered around him, but Geralt did not stop. His hips clapped against yours, drilling you into the bed until you began to shake. Your eyes fluttered. What the fuck was happening? Still pain, but if he stopped, you felt you might perish. Your moans replaced the pained hisses from earlier. Mewls filled the room, and Geralt had found a pace that both suited you and allowed him to fuck you the way you both wanted. He lifted your body from the mattress bring your hips closer as he fucked into you, and then placed you on his thighs. You were upright, and he was deeper, still pounding into you.

“Can you take it like this?” He whispered in your ear.

The words were sensual; you answered with your body. You started to meet Geralt’s thrust, fuck pain, pain is what you wanted. You wrapped your arms around his neck and locked eyes with him once more. And then your body erupted in pleasure, your pussy spasmed, and he was soaked with a grin. “Fuck.” Your cum had gushed out on him, soaking the bed and shocking the hell out of you.

“You feel like fucking silk.” He growled. You shook, halting your movements and Geralt continued to fuck into you until you landed back on your back, almost hanging off the bed. His hips met yours over and over, and you continued to mewl. He lasted a few more strokes, spilling into you with a shutter and a cathartic moan that only made you want to again.

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whimsicallyreading · 3 years

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An angsty one-shot for your day. I stayed up way too late to write this.

CW- drinking

Aelin keeps the letters stacked neatly on her desk.

Each letter is stamped, addressed, and ready to mail. In tiny marks on the back, she writes the date every individual one was written. The envelopes are his favorite shade of green. A deep, pine color that she’d painstakingly scoured every stationary shop to find.

Delicately, Aelin seals the latest envelope and adds it to the growing pile.

My Love,

It’s almost winter here in Orynth. I know it’s your favorite season and you are probably sad to miss out, so I took a Polaroid of the clouds coming in over the staghorns for you.

Do you remember how we’d sit in front of Mistward every year and watch the first snow storm come in over the peeks? We would drink hot chocolate and talk for hours. About our families, our futures, anything and everything. It’s still one of my favorite traditions.

In fact, it’s where I am right now. Writing this letter to you. Just because you are overseas doesn’t mean you get to bail out. I bought two hot chocolates, but I suppose I’ll have to drink yours for you. What a shame.

Writing to Rowan was her weekly tradition since he got deployed. No matter how busy life got, every Friday she wrote him two full pages front to back. Whether she got to sit at her desk or had to scribble against the rusty bench at the bus stop, every inch was covered in her hand writing.

That was her personal rule. They had to be handwritten. Aelin felt it meant more that every piece of the letter was entirely from her. So she keeps a collection of colored pens handy for whenever the urge to speak to her husband grows to be too much.

At the bottom of the last page, next to her signature, Aelin always kisses the paper with red lipstick. Maybe it’s cheesy, but it’s the same shade she wore at their wedding.

You could see the ghosts of the color along his jawline in their favorite photos together. His beaming smile, the smudges of red on his face and the collar of his white dress shirt. A remnant from the happiest day of her life she thought would bring him comfort.

My love,

Winter is here! It’s so cold outside. You would say it’s this frigid every year, but it just feels different this time. Maybe it’s because you aren’t hear to snuggle up with and your side of the bed is empty? You were always so warm.

I keep your slippers by the couch. They are ridiculously huge on my feet, but I swear they still feel like you just walked in them. Your warmth is still there.

You would laugh if you saw me hobbling around the apartment in them. My toes slide all over the place. Truthfully, your feet are atrociously large, dear- Still they remind me of you, so I love them.

Aelin gets home late from work that night.

Humiliated tears sting her cheeks, even as she rubs them away. The feeling of that creep, Cairn’s, hands lingering on her ass.

She was used to fending off handsy patrons. What bothered Aelin is that when she complained to her boss, Erawan, he publicly berated her for instigating the customers.

None of the other waitresses would meet her eye when she looked for back up. Grave, the bartender, sniggered through the entire dressing down. Aelin could still feel their eyes on her skin as Erawan accused her of being provocative.

Rowan would have demanded she quit the job. He would have marched down to the bar and broken Cairn’s face. Possibly even held him back so Aelin could do it herself.

Aelin needs the money, though. Rowan’s accounts were frozen due to some stupid technicality at the bank. Without her paycheck, she would lose the apartment.

Sniffling, Aelin slides her feet into Rowan’s slippers and plops at her desk. It isn’t Friday yet, but she’s desperate to speak to him.

As her hand flows across the paper, Aelin knows she won’t describe the days events to him. He’s under enough stress without her work drama adding to his worries.

My love,

Yulemas is next week. Aedion is in Caraverre with Lysandra and our new nephew. Lorcan and Elide are going up from Perranth to stay with them, but the roads are so frozen in Orynth I may just stay here this year.

Besides, work is busy right now. They need someone to man the place for the people with nowhere to go for the holidays.

Maybe I’ll host a little celebration at the bar. Like we did that one year when we got stuck in the Hostel in Rifthold. We made the best of a bad situation, and it was the first time you told me you loved me. I think I’d like to relive a little of that this year.

I miss you. Please come home.

Aelin lays in her bed the night before Yulemas and sobs.

Ugly, guttural noises spill from her chest and she soaks their pillows with tears. The newest envelope is clutched against her chest, and the building stacks mock her from their spot across the room.

Her heart is so raw. Aelin knew it was a bad idea to count the letters, but there was so many. Curiosity got the better of her, and now she was bleeding for her mistake.

Fifty-six.

A full year of letters she hadn’t been able to send.

Rowan had only ever written her twenty before he was declared missing in action.

A year ago, she’d been hanging bobbles and decorating a tree knowing her husband only had a few weeks left of his tour.

Aelin had painted a welcome home banner, and her whole family made plans to come and spend the holiday with the soon-to-be-reunited couple.

She had his slippers waiting by the door. Rowan’s favorite blanket was laundered and folded on his side of the bed in case he wanted to lay down. Aelin had it on good authority that the bed would be one of the first places they visited when he arrived. Emerys had even given her a mixture of their favorite hot chocolate to make.

Everything was perfectly in place for his return.

That’s what when the soldiers arrived at her door and her world fell apart.

Lorcan came home a week later. He hugged Elide and she cried into his shoulder. Happy tears. So unlike the ones Aelin had been shedding. Her friend beamed ear-to-ear, as the love of her life gathered her into his arms and squeezed.

It was a touching sight, but Aelin could feel the hot knife being twisted in her chest. Elide’s happiness caused her physical pain, and it made her feel so selfish. She didn’t begrudge Lorcan his life, or Elide her joy- Aelin just missed her own husband.

Elide and Lorcan spent Yulemas together. Kissing and holding hands. Lysandra finally announced her pregnancy. Aedion’s expression when he opened the box with the baby onesie inside was priceless. Her cousin whooped and hollered, almost dancing with the prospect of becoming a father.

Aelin smiled. She gave her congratulations and celebrated with her family. They hugged, and laughed. Aedion took care to include her in everything, and she played her part even as she tried to ignore the concerned looks her family exchanged behind her back.

Aelin made it to lunch before she couldn’t take it anymore.

Fenrys was the one to find her having a panic attack on the bathroom floor. She hadn’t even known it was a panic attack. Aelin just assumed the pain of losing her soulmate was finally killing her. The tightening of her chest and the body aches felt enough like a heart attack to be convincing.

He gathered Aelin in his arms and counted breaths with her. His twin brother Connal was lost in the same fight where Rowan had gone down. Fen had seen the whole thing from the cockpit of his plain, and nothing he did could’ve saved them.

He shared his pain, and for the first time Aelin felt like someone understood her.

Fenrys let her lean on him as they excused themselves from the celebrations. They drove to some bar in Caraverre and spent the rest of the day wallowing over whiskey.

Aedion came to collect their drunken asses later that evening. Worry etched into every line of his kind face. It only made her feel ashamed that she’d rained all over their happy day.

He was going to be a father, and she’d forced him to spend his time fretting over her instead of reveling in that news.

Now here she was a year later. Aelin wasn’t going to subject herself to that again. Couldn’t. She wouldn’t force her grief upon anyone else this year, either. Just because she was hurting didn’t mean that everyone else had to suffer with her.

So, as Yulemas Eve came, and before she could finally distract herself with work, Aelin pulled Rowan’s blanket over herself. She’d spritzed it with his cologne, donned his shirt, and pulled his socks over her feet. Aelin did everything she could to feel surrounded by him.

Then, alone in their bed, she watched as the clock ticked down to midnight.

Rowan,

Wherever you are, I hope my words reach you and that you know you aren’t alone. I wish with every ounce of my being that I could trade places with you- would give anything, just to know where you are.

It breaks my heart, to be without you. Every breath seems pointless. I lied in my last letter. The roads aren’t frozen. I’m not needed at work. No one really needs me to be around them. I just couldn’t spend another holiday surrounded by happy people when the other half of my heart is gone from me.

When you come home, I will feel like celebrating again. I’ll wrap my arms around you, and we can make up for lost time. Just please, don’t make me wait too much longer.

Merry Yulemas, my love. We will be together again one day.

Until then, I’ll keep on writing, only so long as you don’t yield.

Sincerely, your loving wife

Aelin

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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Not with the band

summary: hi everyone, I wrote this for @ayablackwood . I hope you like it!

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Izzy POV

The first thing I noticed about her was the big brown eyes. Sad eyes that showed she had lived her life and seen a few things in her time. I had never noticed a girl's eyelashes before but I could see the long black lashes sweeping down, staring at her drink before looking back up almost doing a reset. Maybe she was like me and thought that these parties took a lot out of a person. The constant talking to strangers, faking politeness or interest in a conversation with someone.

I got a reputation for being indifferent, a quiet introspective sort of person who didn't care about others. But that wasn’t who I was; I just found most people were just boring to be around. There are only so many times you can talk about your band before you realize that it’s not your band they care about. Most girls I met just wanted to sleep with me. It wasn’t even that they wanted to sleep with me but that they wanted to sleep with the guitarist from Guns n Roses. And that was fine. I had no problem sleeping with the girls who didn’t require me to put in any effort because I wasn’t going to waste my time trying to woo them.

But as I watched this stranger across the room, I couldn't help but start to think about who she was. I noticed she had a nervous tick of pushing her straight black hair behind her ear when men came up to her and when she was talking to her friends she’d place her hands on their forearms almost whispering secrets into their ears. She played with the tab of her beer can, the one she only sipped a couple times in the hour that I had been watching her. She wasn’t wearing skyrocketing heels or lace dresses. She had on a button up summer dress with a collar and short sleeves. Every once and a whole she’d stuff her hand in a pocket, letting her eyes sweep the room for someone she knew. She looked ready for a church picnic and not the rock and roll party at a beach house that would probably stretch though the entire weekend. She didn’t even seem to notice that she wasn’t all teased up 80’s glam; she was comfortable in her.

I had no idea who she was or who she came with but I couldn’t stop staring at her. She drank beer instead of the usual wine or booze that the girls at these parties consumed and instead of hanging out near a band member she was around other girls. They all seemed to come over to her, leaning close to whisper secrets in her ear, the sly smiles they spread across their faces. How did she know so many people here and I had no idea who she was? Finally, Axl’s girlfriend laced their arms, dragging her over to the couch where Axl and I were both sitting, giving me a chance to get to know her.

“This is Y/N, she’s my best friend. Y/N this is Axl and Izzy.'' When the introduction was done she pulled her down on the couch, our legs touching from the close proximity. I watched her lick her lips, turning to lean close to me so she could talk and have me hear what she was saying. I could smell her shampoo, like lavender, and feel the warmth of her body as she gave me a conspiratory look. It was intoxicating being this close to her and having her overwhelm my senses.

“I’m everyone’s best friend because I’m usually the designated driver.” she joked, the smile breaking out over her face like she was sharing this joke with me. Holy shit, it was like staring into the sun when her smile spread across her face, warming up those sad brown eyes and showing a twinkle of joy.

Hook, line, and sinker. I never reacted to a girl like this before and now this stranger was beside me on the couch and I couldn’t even think of something to say. All I could think about was how soft her hair looked and how much I wanted to wrap my fingers around a silky lock. Or how her nails weren’t painted the fashionable red or the neon colors but this soft pink. Everything about her seemed to stick out or maybe she was just sticking out to me because I was already obsessed with her.

“I’m Izzy.” She gave me a look and I realized that introductions had already been made and I was just making a fool of myself. This is exactly what I get for spacing out in so many conversations with girls. I lost any sort of ability to communicate with someone. “Do you want to get out of here?” Following up my reintroduction of myself with a line that I had used on a bunch of one night stands that I had wanted to stop talking about. It was that instant feeling of regret seeping into me.

“No, I don’t.” She didn’t give me any other explanation, only got up from the couch, headed over to a group of people and blended into them with ease. She hadn't even given me a look when she left.

“You have been staring at Y/N all night and I got her to come and sit down next to you and not even five minutes later you screwed it up. What did you say to her?” the girl on Axl’s lap asked me. I felt like a kid being scolded by my parents and even felt a burning in my cheeks.

“I’ll fix it, don’t worry.” I was standing up, walking across the room to where she was standing. It had been months, maybe years since I went up to a girl and not just let them come up to me. It was like she felt me coming, her head turning, eyes meeting mine and suddenly I was forgetting everything that I had prepared in my mind. Just the way she looked at me had me forgetting the apology that I had in my mind. “Just grabbing a beer.” I reached around her grabbing a beer from the bucket on the table watching her eyes follow me. Smooth. So fucking smooth.

It had been a week since the party and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I’d go to sleep thinking of her. She’d come to me in my dreams with those brown eyes waking me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about how the side of her lips curled up and her whole face lit up when she smiled. I started to realize I was putting her on this pedestal, obsessing over Y/N, a girl I had met once in passing at a party.

So I did the only thing that I could do. I called up Axl to have his girlfriend plan a double date so that I could see her again. With the double date she would have her friend there for support but she would also be there with me. This would give me the opportunity to charm her and show her I was capable of conversations that were bigger than just introducing myself or getting a beer.

The girls were at the bar and my heart got caught in my throat when I saw her. She was wearing a silky green dress, clinging to the curves of her body. Cherry painted lips, full and just needing to be kissed, were in a smile as she sipped a wine glass. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the night.

Her eyes landed on mine across the room, the soft smile she was wearing blooming larger as she shook her head, leaning forward to her friend before the pair of them were both headed over to us.

“I had a feeling it would be you here tonight.” she had that glint in her eyes again, “What was your name again? I don’t think that I caught it the first time.” the way she teased me so easily put me at ease. I didn't feel the stress like I had the night of the party. She was bringing me out of the shyness, fixing the way my mouth was tongue tied.

Y/N sat next to me at dinner, tight in the booth as we talked about all the usual things people talked about but instead of hitting the highlight rail and painting a rainbow over her life she was raw. When we talked about family she told me about her grandparents who had raised her and Aunts and Uncles who stepped in where her parents failed. She knew about the band because she was actually best friends with Axl’s girlfriend so when she looked at me there was a skeptical look in her eyes as if she knew the secrets and shames of my life. But there wasn't any judgement.

Y/N asked me questions, not about the band and what it felt like to be on stage or if I’d write a song about her but different questions like what it felt like when I held a guitar for the first time and how many songs did he write that never made it past notebooks. We talked and talked, snug in the booth together seeming to forget it was a double date and we just fell into a conversation together.

Finally a waiter came over to us letting us know that the place was closing and that the two of you had to leave. Time had completely gotten away from me as I had stayed wrapped up in her. Looking across the table I saw Axl and his date gone.The check was on the table but before I could reach for it she had thrown money down, smiling up at the waiter and letting him know it was all set.

“I’m supposed to pay for that.” I said as she scooted gently pushing me out of the booth. Her shoulders shrugged as she walked out of the restaurant, not waiting for me or seeming to care if I was behind her.

The sound of her heels on concrete, gave away which direction she was headed. Her bare shoulders were held high even in the cool night and I was rushing to be by her side, shrugging out of the denim jacket and wrapping it around her. The kind brown eyes looked up at me, skeptical for a second.

“I’m not going to sleep with you, Izzy.” her voice was clear and came out easily, “And I don’t date musicians.” She was matter of fact, shutting off the fact that we had just had a good night together and had gotten to know each other more.

I had watched the way she talked, confirming some of her nervous ticks. Like how she would look down and reset, sweeping her eyes around the room when she wasn’t comfortable. That had stopped about twenty minutes into dinner when we started to get along. There was no beer can tab to bend this way and that so instead her finger swirled around the top ledge of her wind glass in between small sips of wine.

“I never said anything about sleeping with you or dating you.” I said as we got to the corner. Her brown eyes were narrowed, regarding me with a strange curiosity like she was trying to make out what I wanted from her. “I want to kiss you though.” My hand slid through her black hair, as soft as silk, just like I had known it would be. She gasped, her mouth opening in a slight gasp not expecting me to be so close to her. Our eyes met and I watched her search me, as if there would be answers behind my eyes that I hadn’t spoken to her.

“If you kiss me I’ll never speak to you again. I don’t need boys kissing me.” her brown eyes were serious. There was an interesting spark there and it wasn’t like she was telling me that I couldn't kiss her. Y/N hadn’t moved an inch from my arms, she stayed looking up at me with my hands on her lower back. Having her in my arms felt good, not like the carnal or feral pleasure that I had with random girls. It was like we could communicate without words

“I’m not a boy, I’m a man.” The way she smirked at that statement was encouraging but there was still the fear in her eyes that I wanted to see gone. How could I get those brown eyes to only shimmer in happiness. “Let me walk you home.” I pulled back, watching the way her eyes sparkled for a second. It was the first time I felt like I had made the right choice.

Two days later I was sitting on the couch backstage, my fingers picking idolly on the guitar when two giggling girls burst into backstage. And there she was, eyes shiny with joy as she laughed with her friend. The pair of them seemed almost surprised that they were in the room with the band. Y/N looked up, eyes landing on me as if she knew exactly where I would be.

I don’t know why her eyes knocked the wind out of me everytime that they looked at me but I was made stupid in her presence. She didn’t come over to talk to me, staying with her friend. Her black hair was tied back in a red ribbon bow. If she could have reached the ribbon I’m sure she would have pulled it out; she was playing with the end of her ponytail. I didn’t know why she was nervous but I gave her space watching how every few minutes she would look down her eyes looking around until they landed on me. When we would make eye contact she seemed frustrated by it and would pull her eyes away.

I had her phone number which I had called several times since the double date without her picking up once. There had to be a reason she was ignoring me. I had thought of around 100 in the time that I had been obsessing with her. The biggest one, the one that made the most sense is she wasn’t into me because there was someone else. The logical part of my brain accepted this but the other part wanted to fight for her, prove that I was worth it.

Before we went on stage, I looked over at her again.She looked tired, like she hadn’t slept since I dropped her off. Small dark circles that she hadn’t bothered to cover in makeup stood out as she sipped her beer. She wasn’t trying to make everyone laugh or touching forearms as she leaned in to speak to them. One hand was firmly planted in the denim shorts she was wearing and the other on a can of beer that I was sure was warm from how long she nursed it. It felt like something was wrong and I didn't have time to figure out what it was.

During the show I looked over, almost doing a double take when I saw her standing there, watching us perform. Her friends were all moving to the music but she was perfectly still just watching me. Not the band but me. She caught me staring and sent me a small wave in return, I missed the next note getting a scathing look from Axl as repayment.

How could she be so inside my head? I had no idea how to deal with it. All I could think about for the rest of the shoe was getting off stage and talking to her. Or kissing her. I could imagine her pressed against her, her arms wrapping around my neck as I lifted off her feet into a kiss. The feeling of her plus lips on mine, her tongue that I was sure tasted like something sweet, dancing against mine. I blinked myself out of the image, stealing a look over at her as if she could read my embarrassing thoughts. Just like a high school idiot I was fantasizing about a girl. I needed to get a better grip on things.

It took me almost twenty minutes to find her after the show. Between all the hustle and bustle of people moving around it was like a whirlwind and then suddenly there she was walking towards me, what looked like my denim jacket folded over her arm.

“Hey, I just brought this back for you. I have to head home now.” She tried to hand me the jacket but I was too caught up in the idea of her leaving so soon to grab it. Y/N must have seen the confusion on my face, “I have a meeting I need to prepare for tomorrow. I probably shouldn’t have even come out to this.” She motioned around to the show and once more held out the jacket for me to take,

“Why don’t I take you home?” The weary look on her face was there again; she didn’t trust me. It was fair. We hadn’t known each other for that long and if she knew the same people as I did it wasn’t really a slight on me to not trust me. It was common sense, “I just want to have a couple more minutes with you. I won’t force myself into your apartment or anything like that.” I could feel my heart breathing as I tried to play off this cool, collected guy. When she nodded in agreement I had to bite my lip to stop the idiotic smile from plastering across my face.

We talked in the car, small talk about little things and I asked her about her meeting. I got to glimpse her face express joy, stress, hope, and a million other emotions at the mention of it and realized this wasn’t just her work meeting but her passion meeting. Y/N wanted to design clothes and had gotten a meeting to work with a company to see her line. If she was taken on she could have a clothing line out as soon as the Spring.

I had been around musicians for so long that it seemed second nature to brag or talk about our work. There would be a million times where someone would just pick up an instrument and other people would join in on a jam session and suddenly a song was written. Or the amount of times composition notebooks were passed around to judge song lyrics someone else had written. No one was really shy about their music because everyone had this sense that they were the best at what they did.

Y/N seemed to have a track record of people not fully believing in her. She told me about her grandparents having sent her to college to get a husband more than they had sent her to get a degree and when she had graduated with her business degree and a good job they had been proud of her but there had been this sense of failure with it. If she told them it would just feel like it was about her step away from their traditional expectations of how she should live her life. Her friends were all so wrapped up in what they were doing, most of them hanging around the scene and trying to land a rich boyfriend to take care of them that she felt like if she shared her work with them they wouldn’t understand what she was trying to do. So she kept her designs to herself, sketching out ideas and tracing out pattern designs when she was alone. She would take vacation days from work just to sew or spend whole weekends pretending she had the stomach flu to give her an escape from everyone else and just focus on something that she wanted to do.

Seeing her talk about it and feeling the sincerity of her passion coming out in her words moved me and I had to see it. I wanted to see what made her so excited and what her dreams were. It felt important to me because it made her happy.

“Do you think I could see what you’re working on?” I asked when we pulled up outside of her place. She looked at me, shocked and stared for a second before giving a slight nod as she got out of the car leading me inside the place that she lived.

It was exactly how I would imagine it to be, pictures on the wall of family and friends, fresh flowers on the counter, a coffee cup with a lipstick smear on her coffee table, and just a mess of fabric everywhere.

“Sorry for the chaos. I’ve been in a panic mood.” she confessed, clearing off the couch and starting to tidy up as I walked around, looking at some of the sketches on the wall and letting my fingers run over the clothing she had on some forms. I could feel her eyes following me, watching me as I moved around.

“You did all of this by yourself?” She nodded, those brown eyes scared as she shared with me the intimacy of her craft. The raw unfinished hems of art in progress. “You’re amazing.” her eyes widened at this and for a second I thought she was going to cry. I took a step closer to her, “You should be really proud of yourself for getting all of this done. And your work is amazing. Will you tell me more about your meeting?”

And she did. We sat on the couch, time once more seeming to melt away around us. Both of us talked about our goals and dreams. The life we wanted and just some of the things that we had dreamed about. It was easy to talk about the life that we both wanted because our puzzle pieces we wanted in our life seemed to fit together.

The sun tickled me awake, teasing me out of sleep as I woke up on a couch. I looked at my side where Y/N was tucked in, fast asleep. There was a smirk as she dreamed about something amusing, drawn over her face. Some of her dark hair had escaped the pony tail and spilled over the gentle features of her face. Absent-mindedly, I tucked them back watching amused as her nose scrunched up from my fingers.

I couldn’t remember waking up next to someone that I hadn’t had sex with. I wasn’t sure what I was even supposed to do. Could I make myself a cup of coffee? Could I sneak out and make it to the band meeting I needed to be at in thirty seven minutes? Shit.

Trying to be gentle I slowly got up from the couch, rearranging Y/N so she would stay asleep. I grabbed my jacket, laying it over her as she resettled into the spot. I wanted to stay so badly but knew that I couldn’t miss the meeting.

Finding a pen I scribbled a note, hoping that she could read my chicken scratch writing and that she saw the message before her meeting. With one last glance I looked at her before leaving the apartment.

Y/N POV

Oh man, another night on the couch. My back was protesting against my decision before I even opened my eyes. It smells like cigarettes, sweat, and cologne. It smells like Izzy. My eyes snapped open as I remembered talking to him last night. Now I’m waking wrapped in the denim jacket I tried to give him back and he’s gone. When did he leave?

Looking at the time I started rushing around, packing things up in the garment bags, getting dressed and grabbing my bag. I stopped seeing a piece of paper with different handwriting on the counter, Izzy’s name signed at the bottom.

‘Sorry for sneaking out on you well you slept, you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you. Your work is amazing and they’ll be so lucky to add your designs to the team. Good luck, Y/N. I’ll be throwing a party tonight. Here’s my address. Please come. -Izzy’

The kind words had my cheeks blazing. He believed in mr. He thought I had talent and could see the creativity and love sewn into each garment. He respected my craft and my passions. He had listened to my lamenting the night before about everything and he wanted my dreams to be realities.

The realization that I liked the guitarist started to seep in. The preconceived notions of who the band was and how they slept around was starting to slip; for the past couple weeks Izzy only had eyes for me. And when we talked it was so easy to tell him everything. At the parties and backstage Izzy had stayed away from the girls who wanted to sleep with him. He had even left to take me home. He hadn’t tried anything.

I had made this assumption about him because his band was just like everyone else. After the meeting I’d get ready and talk to him, apologize, kiss him.

Walking into the party I tried not to fidget with the leather dress. My eyes wandered around the house, I knew most of the people here but I couldn’t find Izzy.

It was twenty minutes later when I finally spotted him on the balcony. He looked uncomfortable, three girls crowded around him as he nodded his head absently. Every couple minutes he’d look up, eyes scanning the crowd before looking down at his drink, tipping it back to down the amber liquid. But the girls were going in rotation to the bar to keep them coming.

A weird cramping filled my stomach and my hands tightened in fists. The jealousy overtook me as I tried to figure out a plan.

“You’re staring at Izzy like he usually stares at you.” Looking over my shoulder I saw Axl staring past you to where his bandmate was trapped being held hostage by the hyenas. “Are you going to save him or are you going to let them take him upstairs? Better figure it out kid.” The lead singer moved away leaving me alone. I stewed in my anger, showtime.

One foot in front of another, hips swinging dangerously side to side I watched the eyes follow me. Izzy finally saw me when I got to the balcony, stepping forward to break out from his captors. My hand went to the back of his head, pulling him down a few inches to my lips and planting my lips on his. Hands slid down the smooth sides of the dress around me to my ass and back up to my lower back. Pulling away, my heart beating a million miles a minute, I looked into his shocked eyes. At least it wasn’t just me that felt the fireworks.

“I’ve had a very good day and I’m not going to let anyone ruin that.” I explained to him, flashing him a smile. Izzy cupped my cheeks, his lips hitting mine again as his body pressed me into the balcony. I could feel every part of him, hard and solid against me.

“I’ve been waiting to kiss you for weeks.” His head rested against mine and for a second I forgot that we were at a party surrounded by friends. Izzy seemed to completely forget, his eyes on me, one hand firm against my hip well the other ran through my hair.

“Did it live up to expectations?” I teased, watching the way he was looking at me. His gaze was intense and I felt like I was going to shiver despite the warmth of the night.

“It just left me hungry to kiss every inch of your body.” His words came out husky, vibrating through me and making the dress that barely covered my skin seem too hot to wear anymore.

A flip had been switched on and I couldn’t turn it off. After fighting it for weeks the feeling of Izzy’s hands in my body was exactly what I wanted.

“Are you going to fuck me like one of your groupies?” I asked, “Are we going to go upstairs and in an hour I’ll leave and never hear from you again?” His eyebrows furrowed together, confused.

“Do you think that I’m only going to take an hour with you, honey? That’s cute.” He was taking my hand, weaving us through the crowd and to his bedroom. My cheeks were burning red as he pulled us inside, locking the door behind us. “If you don’t want this, now would be the time to tell me because if you don’t say something in the next ten seconds I’m going to toss you on that bed behind you and do things with your body that I’m sure you’ve never had done before.” His eyes were staring so deeply into me, I gulped trying to picture what he had in mind but not being able to have a coherent thought.

“Why are we still in clothes?”

That was exactly the answer he was looking for. He took one step towards me, looking over my dress before spinning me around, his lips on the back of my neck kissing and biting around to my ear as his fingers pulled the zipper down, his middle finger tracing my spine as it went.

His mouth moved down, kissing until the dress was off, biting my ass cheek as I stepped from the dress. Izzy was on his knees behind me and I felt disoriented that I couldn’t see him.

“Bend over for me. Put your elbows out so you’re comfortable, Y/N. Good job, honey.” Licking my lips I followed his instructions and my body position ass up off the bed.

Hands on my hips rolled my underwear down, pulling it off as well as sliding off my heels. I felt on display, like I was his toy to play with. The idea of it having me bite my lip.

“Look at your pretty pussy.” His finger traced the outside lips, a whimper rolling out of my mouth, “I’m going to take care of you, honey. Don’t worry about that. Let me just enjoy the sight of you and learn your body, okay?” I nodded wishing I could turn and look at him. He rubbed his hands over my ass, pushing my stomach down and arching me higher. His hands went down again, pushing my legs open.

The way that Izzy made a hissing sound followed by a low grunt had me wondering what he was doing.

“Izzy, I can’t see what you’re doing.” I whined out trying to turn. A soft smack on my ass had me freezing in place.

“Do you want me to describe everything to you?” His voice seemed deeper, husky and needy now. “I’m going to get undressed .” The sound of a fly going down, a belt buckle unclipping and the sound of clothes being tossed aside confirmed this. “Now, I’m going to get on my knees behind you and play with your pussy. It’s so juicy and wet I’m going to pump out some of the juices like this.”

Two fingers stretched me open, surging me forward. Izzy moved his fingers quickly for a second, curling them inside to rub against the swell inside of my body. He pulled them out after a second and I heard a slurping sound and a groan of appreciation. I could picture him tasting me off himself and moaning softly into the bed sheets.

“I’m going to get more of your wet pussy juice and use it to stroke my hard cock. Is that okay, honey?” I squeaked out a yes, feeling his two fingers teasing at my hole. My body pushed back, wanting to feel full of him again, “What was that?” He kissed my thigh, wet grin the juices he had just been working from inside of me.

“Please, Izzy. I want you to pump your cock with my wet pussy.” My heart was beating so loudly. I was so horny and just wanted him to work the orgasm from my body. I felt comfortable and trusted him with myself, feeling like he wouldn’t abuse the power in a way I didn’t like.

His fingers were once more inside of me, working at me again. My hands gripped the sheets, trying not to push back against him but I could feel the rocking in my hips.

“Do you need to cum? Am I not finger fucking you hard enough? Let me use my mouth. I’ll fuck you with my tongue and suck on that little swollen clit.” His fingers left my body and I whimpered. I could hear this wet grunting and knew he was fisting his cock as he played with me. “You have me so hard.”

“So fuck me.” I said panting. It felt like he kept getting me so close and stopping. I could feel the quivering in my legs and knew I was more than ready to cum.

“Patience. You made me be patient for you now you be a good girl and let me taste you. I want to lap up your sticky pussy juices before I bury my cock into you.” At the idea of his cock in me I could feel the tightening in my belly.

“Holy-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence. His warm tongue swiped over me, twirling around my home, dancing into my pussy and licking my walls before sliding out down to my slit where his perfect lips wrapped around it like a kiss before his tongue spun around it sucking and pulling it in his mouth.

I was rocking again, over-stimulated and wanting to orgasm more and more. My mind was blank, a coherent thought no longer feasible.

“You can cum for me. I’ll keep sucking and licking you and right at your peak I’m going to push my cock all the way in. You’re going to keep pushing back just like you’re doing now in it, Cumming against my cock and letting me drain myself inside you.” He whispered as he laid these over stimulating kisses over my glistening cunt. His tongue swiped down into me again, then a flat stroke over me and up to my clit. I felt his tongue slide around it sucking the small ball until I was shaking from the orgasm.

Izzy was quick to slide inside me, filling me with his cock, stretching it as he fucked me, dragging out my orgasm as my wetness slid down my thighs over his balls and on his own legs.

“That’s a good girl, cumming so hard against my cock.” His hands were on my hips as I pushed back wanting him to keep fucking me. My hands on the small of my waist helped to pull me back and keep me dripping over every inch of him.

The low groan he gave out let me know he was close and I squeezed, pushing myself back up on my elbows tk throw it back. His hand slid down to my ass smacking it knee again before hands were digging on my hip, his balls slapping my enforced clit as he shuddered inside me.

Izzy stayed like that for a second, both of us panting and gasping for air. He pulled out with a satisfied groan falling beside me on the bed and dragging me close to him in the bed.

His lips were on my head, soft kisses and hair strokes soothing me. Izzy dragged a bed sheet over us, his arms returning to wrap around me. I felt exhausted, safe, comfortable and something deeper for him. A new connection beyond just the carnal pleasure we just had.

“Do you want to stay here for the night? We can do brunch in the morning and you can tell me all about your meeting?” He had remembered the most important step in my career and was making time for me to tell him more about it.

I pulled him into another kiss, his lips tasted like me and I knew we weren’t going to leave this bed until that brucnh he was talking about.

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Touch-starved

Levi Ackerman x GN!reader

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Before you started dating Levi, everyone you knew, including himself warned you. They told you that a relationship with him wouldn't be normal, that it wouldn't fulfill your relationship needs. But you loved him and even though he wasn’t very affectionate you knew that he loved you too. Thought that wasn't clear right now. Currently, you were at the wedding of one of your friends, it was nice, too nice. It made you realize how much different your and Levi's relationships were. The biggest difference was how many other people in relationships touch each other. Before you met Levi you thought you could never be in a relationship without touching, but then you fell for him and learned that he was uncomfortable with touch. Which you respected, but sometimes you wished that you could have a reassuring handhold or a thank you kiss on the cheek, it didn't have to be PDA, just in private. Though you don't want to break your boyfriend’s boundaries. Your feelings only worsen every time someone starts hitting their glasses with silverware, trying to get the new couple to kiss, which they did, it made you jealous. Using this jealousy as the fuel you move your hand from the cup you were holding to Levi’s leg, reassuringly. Though it was quickly shoved off and hanging by the side of your body, you didn't have the motivation to move it. You repeat to yourself that he loves you, you try and remember the sweet moments in your relationship but none are coming up. You never ignited to yourself but you were touch starved, even before meeting Levi. You don't know how long you sat there, your body limp, your brain is overthinking. Half of your brain is trying to convince you that he does love you, while the other half was telling you that you deserved more from him. You were broken from your limp body and crazy thoughts from the clinking of glass and silverware and then cheering after the couple’s kiss. You watched as they kiss and hold on to another’s hand while sitting down, it hurt, you felt hatred inside you. You abruptly stood up and walked toward the doors, you couldn't leave, but you could at least get some fresh air. That was your plan anyway, but as soon as you got outside and out of sight of everyone, you broke down, it just so much. You had the boyfriend but you didn't have the kisses, hand-holding, cuddles that you thought were a part of a relationship. For god’s sake, your love language was physical touch you should have known that a relationship with Levi would fail.

"What's wrong brat?"

Levi turned the corner, and though his words were rude his voice was softer than normal. You breathed in trying to calm and hide your breakdown but Levi was pretty good at seeing through you. He ruffled your hair, that’s right he does give physical affection but pat or ruffling off your hair was the most, and he did that to everyone, it wasn’t the special relationship touches you wanted, you weren’t special. Your boyfriend slid down to the ground with you

“Why are you out here, sitting on the dirty ground?”

As much as you hated the absence of physical touch in your relationship, you couldn’t tell him that, he had his boundaries and you’re supposed to respect that, so you held off on telling him.

“I don’t know I just wanted some air.”

You lied, and he saw through it.

“Why did you want fresh air?”

You were really tiring to hold back your thoughts and opinions of his boundaries but it had been building up for the past six months, and so it all came spilling out.

“Because I feel unloved. I mean I know you love me but you never physically express it. I feel like your repulsed by the idea of me and my body, I can’t even hold your hand. You just shove me away, and I just feel disgusting a guilty for even trying because I know you have boundaries and that I was warned that this would happen but I thought that I could handle it, but I can’t. I’m touch starved and the one person I feel comfortable enough to help me, to cuddle me, to love me, doesn’t want to, or they cant. And it makes me feel so guilty for feeling that way, and that just adds to the terrible feeling inside. I don’t think I can deal with it anymore, I thought that my love for you would fill that hole, the one missing physical touch, but the love just made it worse because I love you too much to break your boundaries. And-and, I think it would be better for my heart if we stopped. If if we we stopped our relationship.”

You were so emotional that you were stuttering some words, the tears that you stopped when Levi showed up had come back even worse. Sometime during your speech you stood up, Levi stayed on the ground leaning against the building, and at the end of your declaration, you speed-walked into the building and the restroom. You whipped your tears as well as you could. Walking out of the restroom you headed to the bar, you didn’t know what you were gonna order, you just knew you were going to need it. You reached the bar and tried to stutter out an order but you couldn’t name a drink and the bartender moved onto someone else. Dissociated you walked back to your seat, and once again the sound that backend the couple to kiss was being made. You sat in your chair dissociating for a while, the only thing you processed was the sound of silverware tapping glass that happened every so often, and that the chair next to you was still empty. He probably took the offer to leave you and this relationship, and even though you encouraged it, you still weren’t ready for it. You rested your elbows on the table and then your head in your hands. You started to cry again for so many reasons, realizing that you lost the few head pats and hair ruffling he would give you, realizing that you would probably be more touch starved now. Suddenly there was a weight on your back, and arms wrapped around your neck loosely like a hug. You didn’t have the energy to shove off whoever was responsible so you tried your best with words, feeling more anger than sadness all of the sudden.

“Whoever is touching me, stop.”

The arms and weight stayed, and that small bit of anger changed back to sadness

“Just please, I can’t right now, please sto-”

Before you could finish your plea the person behind you spoke up

“It’s me”

Levi, his voice was softer than you ever heard, and you weren’t sure if you could believe it, both because of the voice and the hug he was giving you.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to lose you, can we talk outside?”

You nodded your head, then you felt him remove himself from you, you stood up and to your surprise, he grabbed your hand, you couldn’t tell if he was holding you in a possessive way, a caring way, or a loving way. What you did know was that it was tight and desperate. When you reached outside, your hand was still in his, his other hand was trapping you between him and the wall.

“I think you miss understand my boundaries, along with how much you matter to me.”

You still weren’t sure if he was just finalizing the break-up or trying to stop it from happening, you stayed silent to find out.

“I don’t like being touched, I don’t have a reason it just how I’ve been for a while, but I’m okay with touching others, it gives me control, the ability to stop if I’m uncomfortable without having to ask, if you want more physical contact I don’t mind giving you what you need, just let me be in control.”

It made some senses, but you wondered why he hadn’t been affectionate with you before if that was the case, so you question him

“Why haven’t you then, why haven’t you touched me, or held my hand.”

“ I wasn’t ready, and when I was I was, honestly scared.”

“Why?”

“As I said, I don’t know, I never really understand my emotions or where they come from. But I’m not scared now, I want to make you happy, I don’t want to be selfish anymore.”

You let out a breath that you were holding, finally allowing yourself to relax.

“ I don’t think you were selfish, and I’m sorry that I pushed you this far, and I don’t want to break up, I just wanted the pain to stop.”

Levi removed his hand from the wall and moved it behind your back pulling you into him.

“I am selfish but you need to stand up for yourself more, brat.”

It was relieving to hear him call you that, it was like his way of saying that he loved you, that he would stay with you. It was his way of saying that he would be with you even if it was hard and that all you needed.

A few weeks later and you can’t even remember what being touched starved felt like. You didn’t expect Levi to be so clingy, he’s almost always touching you. At night he’s your big spoon, when he’s working he makes you sit on his lap, in public he either holds your hand or wraps his arm around your back or shoulder. There have been multiple occasions where he’ll whine, or as close as he can get to whining, for you to sit on his lap while he works

“Come here.”

“Baby I’m just as busy as you.”

“And, I said to come here, we can share the desk if you need to, just come here.”

You walk into his office just bringing him a cup of tea, but he pulls you into his lap before you can leave or protest.

“Thank you for the tea.”

“Are you going to let me go?”

“Of course not, you should know that by now.”

“Your right, I love you”

“ I love you too brat”

Of course, there are moments when you feel the need for his comforting touch but he feels uncomfortable, so you two compromised. Whenever this happens, he’ll allow you to play with the buttons on his shirt cuff, or put your hand in his jacket pocket. He feels guilty that he cant always give you the support you want, but you make sure to ensure him that he’s been doing more than enough.

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART TEN

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A/N: And that’s a wrap! Ahh, writing this series has been so fun and I’m so glad that so many of you have liked it so much. Thank you guys for staying until the end and hopefully for upcoming stuff 👀 I hope you enjoy the finale of In Life, In Death... <3

(Also the song mentioned in part six and this part is ‘She Is Love’ by Parachute) <3

December 1994

Luke groaned as he woke up, squinting hard to try and adjust his eyes to the amount of light in the room.

Even before he could see clearly, he knew he must've fallen asleep in the studio judging by the soreness in his back and neck that he always got when he slept on the old couch. It couldn't have been more than six in the morning, and Luke could still feel the tiredness in his bones. So he tried to turn away from the light and hopefully fall back asleep, but there was something keeping him firmly in place.

His heart skipped when he looked down and saw that you were laying right next to him with your head on his chest and an arm thrown across his stomach. When he realized that his own arms were wrapped around you, his heart broke out into a full-on tap dance.

Waves of confusion ran through his still-foggy brain until he saw his guitar case propped up against the piano and his backpack on the floor with his clothes spilling out of it.

Then the events of last night quickly came back to him.

How he had gotten home late from rehearsal and his mom was waiting in the kitchen with his latest report card and her signature lecture at the ready. One minute he was standing there yelling, packing all he could fit into his bag, and the next, he was halfway to the studio with the rain soaking him head to toe.

He had expected it to be empty when he finally got there, but he was flooded with relief when he saw you. All the frustration slowly melted out of him the longer he laid there with you, leaving him feeling exhausted and shivering despite how warm he felt.

The last thing he wanted to do was talk about any of it, but when you asked, the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.

He remembered rambling and crying again, the sound of your voice and the feeling of your fingers in his hair warming him up even more. Then finally, he remembered falling asleep with his chin tucked on top of your head, the smell of your shampoo filling his senses.

Without thinking, Luke reached down and carefully pushed a piece of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear and smiling to himself when you shifted into his touch. Then taking in a sharp breath as the realization ran through him all the way down to his toes.

You were his best friend.

The person he wanted to see at the end of a long day. Whenever he was full of anger or lost in confusion, all he had to do was look at you and everything suddenly made sense again. With your pretty smile and laugh, and your way of flipping that little switch inside him that made his head all fuzzy and the ground start spinning under his feet.

You were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

2020

All you felt was a mixture of anxiety and nausea as you stood on the Orpheum's street corner, biting the tips of your fingernails.

The entire plan hinged on Willie and Teddy getting everything done in time, and considering that they had betrayed you all before, you couldn’t help but expect the worst.

“Look, don’t worry. Willie said he’ll get us on that marquee.” Alex said nervously as he kicked pebbles across the sidewalk.

“This is going to work, right?” Reggie asked.

“It has to.” Luke mumbled, wincing seconds later when another shock hit them.

Two sharp pops cut through the air behind you and you all whipped around to see Willie and Teddy standing just a few feet away. Willie was watching you all carefully with concern written all over his face, his eyes lingering on Alex longer than anyone else. Teddy stood at the edge of the group, practically burning a hole in your face with his guilty stare.

“Are you guys okay?” Willie asked.

“Yeah, nothing we haven’t felt before.” Alex laughed awkwardly. “How’d it go?”

“Well, when the opening band wakes up, they’ll find their bus two hundred miles out of Vegas.” Willie said with a proud smile as he did a spin, showing off his stolen jacket with the band’s name across the back.

“With absolutely no chance of getting back in time.” Teddy added.

Luke gave Willie a fistbump and pointed up to the office above the Orpheum. “That means there’s probably a promoter up there freaking out right now.”

Willie grinned, sarcasm laced in his tone. “Nah, man. This is Hollywood. I’m sure he’s being very professional.”

You laughed and then Alex slowly inched forward, clearly struggling for the right words to say to Willie. You gave his arm a quick squeeze before following Reggie and Luke down the street to give them space. Before you even got halfway down the sidewalk, Teddy poofed next to you.

“You know, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you don’t want to talk to me.” He joked.

“Teddy-”

"I just-I didn't want to leave things the way we did." He rambled. "I'm sorry, I should've told you everything that night in the diner-"

"Teddy, It's okay." You said. "You told me before Caleb could put the stamp on me, and you didn't know the details about the plan until after it was too late to help my friends. Plus, I know how much you're risking helping us now."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt some of the weight fall off your shoulders. You weren't sure why since the situation was still a little painful and awkward. But being around Teddy always made you feel a little like that kid who started working at the diner with Cece all those years ago. Besides, they were so alike that you found it hard to stay mad at him.

You held out your hand for Teddy to shake. "Despite everything, I'm glad we met."

“Likewise, Gorgeous,” Teddy said with a relieved smile as he grasped your hand. With a subtle wink, he nodded over towards where Luke was standing at the end of the street. “He’s a lucky guy.”

"What? How did you?-" You sputtered as he stepped away. You never told Teddy about Luke, or at least you didn't think you did.

Teddy just smirked in response before disappearing into the air. At the same time, you saw Willie skate away out of the corner of your eye, leaving Alex alone on the sidewalk.

You all phased next to him and Luke squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah. I'm good." Alex smiled slyly as he gestured to the office. "Looks like this show needs a new opening act though."

You grinned. "Let's go see if we can help with that."

When you got back to the studio, you found Julie pacing back and forth in the middle of the room as she wrung her hands together.

When you all poofed in, she immediately jumped into a load of questions, losing her breath halfway through and flailing her arms around.

"Whoa, just sit down," You laughed excitedly. "We'll tell you everything."

Julie took a gasping breath and plopped backwards onto the couch then stared at you all with expectant eyes. "Well?"

"It worked!" You announced. "Everything's fine."

"You should be getting the call...now!" Alex pointed to Julie’s phone on the table just as it started buzzing. You all cheered and Julie shushed you as she answered the call.

You heard a woman's voice say something through the phone and Julie gave a thumbs-up as she started jumping on the couch. You watched in amusement and mild horror as Luke and Reggie lifted Alex up into the air and spun him around.

Once he was back on the ground, Luke and Reggie made a beeline for you, each of them grabbed one of your arms and flipped you upside down over their shoulders.

You all spent the next twenty minutes laughing and screaming and Alex even got a little teary-eyed but you pretended not to notice. Then Julie called Flynn and ran off excitedly to decide her outfit for the night, leaving the four of you alone to plan out the setlist.

“Okay, so I’m thinking we start with Stand Tall.” Luke said excitedly as he wrote the words down in his songbook.

“Sounds good.” Reggie said, suddenly quiet.

“’Sounds good’? Guys, I wanna hear ‘That sounds awesome!” Luke reached out and nudged Reggie’s shoulder. “I know this isn’t the way we imagined any of this. But we need to be all in tonight. This is our second chance to play the Orpheum!”

“I get it.” Reggie sputtered. “But it’s hard. Do we even know what’s on the other side when we cross over? Do we still get to hang out together?”

You shifted your weight as the happy little bubble surrounding you popped. You had been so wrapped up in the excitement of finally playing the Orpheum that you almost forgot what tonight was really about.

“You guys are the only family I have.” Reggie’s eyes were glued to the piano as he played with his fingers. You reached out and locked his arm with yours in an attempt to comfort him.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen either. But it’s not like we have a choice.” Alex said.

Suddenly, Reggie’s arm fell out of yours as all three boys fell back, clutching their sides.

“I’m pretty sure we do.” Reggie groaned. “And it rhymes with ‘Hollywood Ghost Club’.”

The garage doors creaked open and Julie appeared with a bright smile and a blue garment bag in her hand. When she saw your expressions, her smile fell. “What’s wrong?”

“We just got hit pretty hard by one of those jolts.” Alex said. “But we’re fine.”

“Oh, good.” She nodded, though she still looked on edge. “I’m nervous.”

“That makes two of us.” You said. “But we made it this far for a reason. We got this.”

“Can you ride there with me? I'm gonna need more pep-talk material for the drive there cause I still think I might puke.” Julie tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Of course, and don't worry, we’ll leave the windows open.” You joked, making everyone laugh.

The sound of a car horn cut through the air and Julie looked outside. "That's my dad. Are you ready, (Y/n)?"

You nodded. "Yeah, uh, give me a second. I'll meet you in the car."

As Julie disappeared behind the doors, you turned to the boys and sighed as you tried to soak up this moment. For all you knew, this could be the last little window of time you had alone with them before tonight.

Julie was a huge part of the band of course, but these were your boys. The ones who you started this all with, who had been by your side for everything.

From the look on all their faces, you could see that they were thinking the same thing.

Without saying a word, you launched yourself at Alex. He made a surprised noise but recovered quickly, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight.

"And I'm the emotional one?" He jokingly muttered in your ear and you pinched his side, making him jump back. "Rude."

As soon as your arms were open, Reggie stepped forward and hugged you so tightly that you were thankful to not need oxygen anymore because he was definitely crushing several vital organs.

You laughed and gave him one last squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with Luke instantly.

Alex cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed Reggie's shoulder, steering him over to Luke's songbook to 'check out the setlist again'.

"And then there were two." Luke joked.

You laughed and stepped into his waiting arms, making him laugh. You soaked up the feeling of comfort and familiarity for a minute before pulling away.

"This, uh, is for you," Luke said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion as he handed it over. "I wanted you to have it in case...well, you know. If tonight doesn't work."

"It will." You said, trying to ignore the fact that it very well could happen. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Patterson."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He quipped back, his voice sounding softer and less teasing than you would've expected. You pulled back from him and because you didn't know if you would ever get another chance, you stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

You moved away too fast to see his reaction but the gesture made the other two boys smirk at you as you dashed out of the doors, making a beeline for the car pulling out of the driveway.

The back rooms of the Orpheum were a maze.

You had left for a few minutes to walk around the venue and clear your head, trying to wring out the last of your nerves.

By the time you found your way back, you expected to find the rest of the band rushing to get ready in the dressing room. But all you saw was Julie anxiously pacing as she had been earlier, a habit she seemed to have inherited from both you and Alex.

“You okay?”

She snapped her head up towards you and sighed. “Yeah, just a little worried. The guys aren’t here yet.”

You looked around the room and then at the clock, frowning. The show was in less than half an hour and that was already cutting it close. Part of you wanted to go check on them but Julie seemed to need you more at the moment.

“Okay, well, give them another ten minutes. I'm sure they'll be here. They wouldn’t miss this…again.”

You ran your palm across the front of your pocket, feeling Luke's note next to your parent’s photo, and hoped you were right.

But then more and more time passed until the stage manager came to escort Julie to the stage.

"Just a second!" She calls out and then turns to you. "(Y/n), something's wrong. They were getting those jolts pretty hard before we left. They must've run out of time."

You shut your eyes tight as the words sunk in. All you could bring yourself now was, ‘This isn't what was supposed to happen.’

The world fell out from under your feet and you had trouble even standing up straight as you imagined what must've happened to them. Your best friends, your brothers, your family was gone and there wasn't anything you could do about it.

The guy knocked again, this time a little harder and with a nervous tone. Julie chewed her lip as she looked between you and the door and you could almost see the cloud of grief settling over her.

As hard as it was, you tried your best to shove your feelings down and marched up to Julie. There would be time to fall apart later, but you knew that this what they would want you to do. "Let's go do this for them, okay?"

She took a deep, shaky breath before hesitantly nodding. You followed closely behind her as she walked out the door though the halls until she reached the stage. You waited beside Flynn in the wing as Julie settled behind her microphone and addressed the crowd.

There were scattered claps from around the venue and then she took a deep breath before singing the opening.

After the first few lines, you took your cue and materialized at the center of the stage. The crowd gasped and cheered the way they always did, but you kept your eyes shut tight and focused on the music.

Just as the song started picking up, you heard a familiar pop in the air and then the sound of drumming. You whirled around to see Alex mounted onto a drum set at the back of the stage, twirling his drumsticks around and smiling like he had never been gone at all.

Once you got over the initial shock, you wanted to cry with relief. They were okay, they were here. Alex winked at you goofily, and you ran towards Julie’s keyboard.

She had started bouncing on the balls of her feet, both of you finally getting into the song now that they were coming back. You followed suit, dancing around the base of the drum set as yours and Julie’s voices came together.

Then Reggie appeared on the other side of Julie and you ran to his side. You bumped his shoulder with yours and he grinned, moving to stand back to back.

The song was ramping up to the chorus when a staticky noise cut through the air, not loud enough for the crowd to hear but enough to make you all look over to the other end of the stage.

You could see Luke's form fading in and out, a look of anguish on his face, and the pit in your stomach opened up again. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Alex's drumming paused and Luke finally materialized to sing the opening of the chorus.

You didn't even know you were moving until you suddenly found yourself across the stage next to Luke, unable to stop smiling as you sang.

Julie joined you, throwing her arms up in the air happily and jumping around. Reggie appeared by her side, flashing the crowd a winning smile.

Alex stood up and gripped his mic as he sang this solo. You looked back at him and flashed him a proud smile, then whooping loudly when Reggie sang his lines.

You all went down the line hitting your notes until the chorus kicked in again and your heart felt so full you almost couldn't stand it. This was what you were so close to achieving before you died, it was all you had wanted for years, and you knew that if you hadn't died, that night would've changed your life. But this night was something even more special. Because you were all here, all together.

Even if it was just for one last song.

Julie caught your attention and nodded towards the platform that spread out into the crowd. You followed her to the center and stood back to back as everyone cheered.

The guys joined in on either side of you, Alex grabbing one of your hands and Luke holding the other. You all bowed to the audience before taking your cue and vanishing, leaving only Julie on stage.

You landed in the wing, feeling a little lightheaded and overwhelmed from all the emotions you had experienced in the last five minutes. The elated smile fading from your face when all three boys poofed by your side only to fall to the floor instantly.

“It didn’t work.” You said miserably as Julie emerged into the backstage area. She grabbed Flynn and whispered something to her, pointing in the direction of her family. Flynn nodded and disappeared into the crowd while Julie ran to your side.

You hauled Alex onto his feet, letting him lean on you to stay upright while Luke and Reggie trailed behind Julie as she led the group back to the dressing room. Once everyone was inside, they collapsed on the couch or the floor, loudly groaning in pain.

“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” Julie asked tearfully.

“I guess playing here wasn’t our unfinished business.” Alex said hollowly.

“Point Caleb.” Reggie muttered as he clung to the side of an armchair.

You stood frozen next to Julie as panic spread through your whole body, both of you flinching in sympathy as the shocks continued.

“You have to save yourselves right now.” Julie begged. “Join Caleb’s club. It’s better than not existing at all!”

“She’s right.” You managed to say, your voice shaky and almost giving out. Your stomach flipped at the thought of them having to work for an evil club owner forever, but the alternative was worse. “You guys need to go now! For me. For us.”

“We’re not going back there.” Reggie shook his head.

Luke pulled himself up and stumbled forward a little so that he was right in front of you. “No music is worth making if we’re not all making it together.”

You sighed sadly, thinking back to your conversation yesterday. “So no more regrets?”

Luke let out a deep sigh and then reached up and cupped your cheek with his right hand. “Just one.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in response and Luke blinked hard as if he was trying to find the words. "I never told you why I left that night."

"Luke, don't." You gave him a weak smile. "I get it."

"You do?" He asked.

You struggled to get the words out. "Yeah, I mean it was bound to happen eventually. We just got too close and it was weird for you. I understand t-”

"What?" Luke asked, cutting you off with a confused look. "No, no, that's not it at all. Read the-"

Before he could finish, you heard Julie gasp loudly from a few feet away. You looked over to see her stepping back from Alex with an awestruck look on her face as she gripped his forearms.

Wait, what?

Before you could even begin to process what you were seeing, Reggie was reaching out to Julie, who grabbed his wrist and hauled him up to his feet. The three of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Julie turned to you and Luke.

“Guys, come here.”

Alex reached out and pulled you into his side while Luke threw an arm around Reggie’s back and Julie brought you all in closer to her. At first, nothing happened. But then there was a faint buzzing sound and the boys lifted their wrist towards the ceiling and you all watched in awe as the stamp floated away in the blink of an eye.

“Whoa.” Reggie said, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. “I don’t feel as weak anymore.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Alex agreed. “Not that I ever was that weak in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall over on his shoulder. “What do you think that means?”

Luke smiled. “I think it means the band is back.”

It was quiet for a second before Alex looked at you all shyly. “You guys think we can try that hug thing again?”

You laughed as you huddled together again, sniffling and laughing. Then Julie yelled out that you had played the Orpheum and then you were all jumping around, still tangled in each other’s arms.

Eventually, you all broke apart and while the boys started chasing each other around, you turned to Julie. She looked into your eyes and immediately flew into your arms, muttering into your shoulder, “I always wanted a big sister.”

The words warmed your heart and you squeezed her extra hard, grateful that you actually could now. “Well, I’m honored.”

“My family's probably looking for me so..." Julie stepped back from your arms with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on her face, you jokingly bowed to her and she copied the gesture before disappearing behind the door.

You wiped the last of your tears out of your eyes and turned around to find Alex and Reggie were talking in whispers and wearing knowing smiles. When Alex saw you looking, he cleared his throat and nudged Reggie’s shoulder.

“Hey, Reg.” Alex said cheekily, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second. “I was going to check out the next band. You wanna come with me?”

“Sure!” Reggie started strolling towards the door, stopping only for a second to nudge your shoulder and whisper ‘don't do anything I wouldn’t do’ in your ear.

Alex fixed Luke with a pointed look over his shoulder and Reggie gave him a dorky wink before they poofed away. You smiled fondly at the space where they were just standing and awkwardly turned towards Luke.

“Hi.” You said, laughing awkwardly.

“Hi.” Luke muttered back as he stepped forward until he was close enough to grab your hand. “About what I was saying earlier…”

You opened your mouth to say something but he shook his head and pointed to your pocket. “Read it. Please.”

You tugged the note he had given you earlier out of your pocket and carefully folded it open to see that it wasn’t a note at all. It was the love song that Julie had found that day in the garage, the one that he didn’t want anyone to see. You struggled a little trying to decipher Luke's handwriting. The ink was a little smudged and the song was clearly unfinished but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever read. And he had written it for you.

"I didn't leave because we got too close," He said. "It was the opposite, (Y/n), I left because I was scared to lose you, and I know that doesn't make sense because I kind of did w-"

You carefully tucked the paper back in your pocket with one hand and grabbed the back of his neck with the other, pulling him down and closing the last bit of space between you.

Luke's brain short-circuited for a second before he started kissing back, grabbing your waist with enough force to nearly knock you both backwards. It was dizzying and a little desperate, yet weirdly familiar, as if you'd been kissing him your whole life.

Most moments with Luke felt like they were happening in slow motion, but this time it was like a high-speed movie montage of your whole lives. The stolen crayons, the time capsule, the pre performance pep talks, the smell of cinnamon, the ferris wheel, his jacket, the movie nights and songwriting sessions. All of it had led up to this moment.

"I love you." Luke said immediately after you pulled away. "God, I love you so much. I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."

“Hey, it’s okay.” You laughed, blinking another wave of tears out of your eyes. “I should’ve told you forever ago instead of skirting around it.”

“And what is it that you should’ve told me?” He said teasingly and you rolled your eyes. You had gotten so used to Luke being so shut down or nervous around you that you almost forgot how much of a little shit he could be.

“That I love you too.” You said, unable to stop smiling.

Luke leaned down and captured your lips in another kiss, this time threading his fingers through your hair as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing that.”

You bit your lip to keep another laugh from bubbling up as you looked up at him, feeling completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. "So...what now?"

"I don't know." Luke admitted. "But I know one thing."

"What's that?"

"That no matter where we go, or what we do," He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "In life, in death... I'm yours. Always."

The End

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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way too hot ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1608

request?: yes!

“heyyy, I love your writing. do you think you could please do a mgk imagine based off of his and yungbluds new song acting like that? thanks <3″

“Heyyy. I love your writing and I was wondering if you could maybe do a Colson Baker x reader based off of the song he and yungblud did, acting like that? I would really appreciate it if you did. Love your account so much btw!!”

description: in which she comes back to her ex way too often, and he finally decides to confront her about it

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

based on this song

masterlist (one, two)

The sound of loud knocking woke Colson from his deep sleep. He checked the time on his phone to see that it was 4am. Normally, Colson’s insomnia would have him awake at this time anyways, but he had been attempting to fix his sleep schedule now that he had some time off, and he was succeeding for the most part.

The knock came again, causing Colson to groan and throw his warm blanket off himself to venture out into his cold house.

He wasn’t shocked to see his ex-girlfriend stood at his door, nearly stumbling into the house.

“Shit,” she breathed. “I-I didn’t mean...I told the cab driver the wrong house. I’m sorry, Colson, I - ”

Colson could smell the alcohol basically wafting off her, mixed with the sweet, familiar scent of her perfume. He sighed and stepped aside. “Come in.”

As he had numerous times before, he gave her a change of clothes and set up the couch for her to sleep on. He helped her to the couch and gave her water and an Aspirin to help with her inevitable hang over in the morning.

(Y/N) drifted off to sleep within seconds. Colson looked down at her, a million things running through his head to say to her. He decided it would be best to wait until the morning before saying anything, when he was less tired and she was less drunk.

After another moment of just gazing down at his once love, he finally made his way back up to his room.

~~~~~~

When he finally came down the next morning, (Y/N) was still sound asleep. Colson knew he should be annoyed, that he probably shouldn’t have even let her stay there that night. But he wasn’t annoyed, far from it. Part of him was almost happy to see her asleep in his house again.

Although, this wasn’t the first time she had stumbled her way to Colson’s place since they had broken up. Colson had lost count of how many times it had happened, and each time she would swear it was the last only to show up again about a week later.

Colson and (Y/N) had agreed to break up nearly six months ago when they found their relationship was starting to struggle due to Colson’s busy schedule. Colson had been trying to move on when she showed up on his doorstep first, so drunk she could barley speak and tears running down her face. Colson had brought her in and allowed her to stay the night, both of them sure it was going to be a one time thing.

He still loved her, he couldn’t deny that, but her constant drunk visits followed by her insistence that it was the last time felt like he was being stabbed in the heart repeatedly. He either wanted to make things work between them again, or to move on from the relationship.

Colson sighed and approached the couch. He gently touched (Y/N)’s leg, and when she didn’t stir he shook her a little. Her eyes slowly began to open, but she winced from the harsh sunlight beaming in from the living room window and groaned.

“Sorry,” Colson said. “Forgot they were open.”

“Colson?” (Y/N) mumbled, her hands covering her eyes as Colson moved to shut the blinds. “Shit, I did it again, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Colson confirmed. “Take the Aspirin I left you, it’ll help with the headache.”

(Y/N) moved slowly as she sat up and reached for the Aspirin. She moved too suddenly once and hissed in pain, which caused Colson to wince himself. He went to the kitchen as to not have to watch her agony much longer. He threw some leftovers into the microwave, enough for the two of them to share, and brought a plate of food to the kitchen for (Y/N).

“You don’t have to do that,” she told him, although she took the plate anyways. “I probably shouldn’t be here long, anyways.”

“You’re still nursing a hangover, no way I’m letting you go anywhere any time soon,” he decided.

Silence fell over the two of them as (Y/N) took a mouthful of her food. Colson snuck a quick glance at her when he was sure she wasn’t looking. Even just awake with a hangover, she looked like the most beautiful girl in the world.

He could feel his heart racing with delight at just having her there, and he realized he couldn’t let things go much further without addressing the elephant in the room.

“Why do you keep doing this, (Y/N)?”

She looked up at him, a fork full of food paused midair towards her lips. She placed it back down on her plate, averting her eyes from Colson. “I...I’m sorry. I’ll stop, it’s just - ”

“I don’t necessarily want you to stop,” Colson cut her off, although that wasn’t really the truth. “I just...I want to know why you keep getting drunk and coming here in the middle of the night. I wanna know why you do that and then you leave immediately and say you want to pretend like nothing ever happened, only to do it all again. I don’t mind helping you sometimes, but fuck (Y/N), you do make it hard to try and move on from our breakup.”

Tears were starting to form in (Y/N)’s eyes. She looked away from Colson in an effort to hide them, but he could see her lip quivering and could see the trail of water running down her cheek.

“Because...I have a hard time letting you go, too,” she responded, her voice soft.

“What?” Colson asked, although he had heard her.

“I have a hard time letting you go, Colson!” she repeated, much louder this time. “I understand that our relationship wasn’t great, but I wanted nothing more than to try and fight for it; for us. I wanted to be the perfect girlfriend who sat by and waited for her rockstar boyfriend to come home so she could shower him with the love and support he deserved, and I wanted to be cool with the constant partying even when you were home, or the guys always being over and never giving us alone time. I tried so hard to be that way. I...I had hoped you weren’t noticing the relationship going south, too. I hoped I could just fake things being okay until they were again.”

He ached to reach out and take hold of her hand. He hated to see her cry and wanted to hold her and comfort her, but he knew that was inappropriate to do in that moment. So, he just sat, watching the girl of his dreams cry over her love for him.

“Why didn’t you say that when we decided to break up?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I figured it was for the best. I felt that we weren’t how we used to be, you were unhappy. I thought we’d both be better off if we broke up.”

“I wasn’t unhappy.”

She looked up at him. “What? Yes you were, you said - ”

“I said I was unhappy that I couldn’t be with you how you deserved. I wasn’t unhappy with the relationship as a whole, I was unhappy with how I was holding up my end of the relationship.”

(Y/N) was shocked into silence. All these months she had believed that Colson was unhappy in their relationship. She had convinced herself that it was her own doing, that she hadn’t been good enough to keep up with his lifestyle. He had never told her he was unhappy with himself.

“You never told me that,” she pointed out.

“I guess neither one of us was really good with communication then.”

(Y/N) smiled a little at this. She had placed her food aside, no longer feeling able to eat. Colson reached for the plate and was about to make his way back to the kitchen when (Y/N) stopped him.

“Do you think there’s any way we could start again?”

Colson paused in the living room doorway before turning back to look at her. “You mean...from the beginning?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Maybe...I don’t know. At least start from back before your career blew up and we were both trying to navigate these new waters we were unfamiliar with.”

The corner of Colson’s lips tugged up in a slight smile, his heart fluttering with excitement. “I definitely think we could try. As long as we both promise to be open with one another. No more of this thinking we know what’s best for the other. We lay everything out on the table and we talk through our problems.”

(Y/N)’s smile mirrored his own as she nodded. “Yeah, I like that plan.”

Colson nodded as well. He didn’t want to walk away now, he just wanted to go back and join (Y/N) on the couch. He wanted to smoother her in kisses and cuddle her until her hungover headache went away. He wanted to have his girl back in his arms again.

“I’m glad we decided this,” he finally said. “While I love how adorable you act when you’re drunk, you’re truly way too hot to be acting like that.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh yeah? Acting like what?”

“Like a crazy drunk ex.”

He began to laugh and ducked out of the room just in time to miss a pillow (Y/N) threw at him in retaliation for his words.

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sleepdeprivedsloth · 3 years

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Jackpot

[MHA - Kaminari, Sero, Bakugou]

summary: Bakugou is in a bitch mood and doesn’t want to socialize with anyone, especially not any of his idiotic classmates. Kaminari and Sero don’t exactly get the hint, and they end up finding a way to cheer up their grumpy friend. (platonic KamiSeroBaku fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.8 k

a/n: school has been such a bitch BUT i just finished one of my ap exams so i wanted to indulge myself and all yall nice people out there :) it’s another ticklish baku fic, and i wish i could say i’m sorry but i’m really not lmfao hope you enjoy everyone!

It was a known fact amongst the students of Class 1-A that when Bakugou woke up in a bad mood, it was best to steer clear out of his way. Nobody was daring enough to bother the blonde when he seemed to be on the verge of blowing up the entire dorm with nothing more than a thunderous BOOM.

Well, nobody except Kaminari and Sero.

Bakugou was in one of these explosive moods, reading some manga on his bed to help pass the time, when he heard a couple of knocks on his door. “Fuck off,” he grumbled sharply, refusing to bring his eyes away from the illustrated pages. He most certainly was not in the mood to socialize with any idiots today, but the universe had other plans.

“C’mon Bakubro, just let us in!” Kaminari’s voice exclaimed through the locked door.

“Yeah! You know we won’t go away until you open up,” Sero’s voice called out, and Bakugou could practically see the obnoxiously knowing smile that his friends the morons were no doubt wearing.

Failing to repress an eye roll, Bakugou dragged himself out of bed, manga still in hand, and walked over to the door. With a heavy sigh, he begrudgingly opened up and leaned his body against the door frame. “What do you fuckers want?”

Kaminari’s eyes gleamed with suspicious excitement. “Nothing at all! Just wanted to hang out with you, dude.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed at the two, knowing that even they weren’t stupid enough to just ‘hang out’ with him when he was dangerously annoyed. “No. Go the fuck away.”

“Bro, you haven’t smiled at all this whole week! Just let us help you chill out for a while. You can’t hate us that much, right?” Sero suggested with a hopeful smile on his face.

“I can, and I do,” Bakugou deadpanned. “You dumbasses can’t force me to hang out with you. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

At that, Kaminari and Sero exchanged a quick glance at one another before turning their attention back to their grumpy friend. Without a word, Kaminari reached out and poked a finger into Bakugou’s stomach. He let out a muffled yelp as he stumbled backwards a bit further into his room, allowing Kaminari and Sero enough space to enter themselves.

If looks could kill, the two would have been lying dead on the floor the moment they stepped foot into the blonde’s dorm. Bakugou sent them a fierce and fiery glare, steam practically blowing out of his ears. “What the fuck do you damn extras think you’re doing?!”

Kaminari smirked. “Forcing you to hang out with us. Sero, get his arms.”

Before Bakugou could fully comprehend what was happening, Sero tackled him down to the floor, knocking the manga out of his hands and pulling his wrists above his head. Bakugou started kicking his legs around, trying to get enough momentum to break free of Sero’s strong hold, until he felt Kaminari sit himself down on his thighs, successfully pinning him against the floor.

Feeling his palms start to spark threateningly with small explosions, Bakugou’s face fell into an annoyed sneer. Could these dipshits not see that he was clearly not in the mood for their little pranks? “Get the hell off me, you- NGH!”

Kaminari chuckled as he slid his hands underneath Bakugou’s shirt with a slight wiggle of his fingers. He felt his friend’s body tense as he started to slowly trace his fingertips along his sides, his touch practically as light as a feather. “Oh Kacchan, don’t be like that! We just wanna hang out with our favorite blasty boy.”

Bakugou growled, struggling to keep the ends of his lips from turning upwards. “G-get your filthy hands o-offa me, Dunce Face! I s-swear to go-OHOD NO!”

A reluctant smile broke out onto Bakugou’s face when Sero taped his wrists to the floor and started to softly drum his fingers into the exposed armpits, forcing the blonde into a bout of giggles. “There’s that adorable little smile that we’ve been looking for!” Sero teased.

“L-lehet me uhup, Tahape Fahace!” Bakugou tried to threaten through his wobbly grin. “I d-dohon’t want to hang out wihith you idiohohots!”

Kaminari moves his hands to lightly scribble at Bakugou’s taut stomach, causing him to break out into an uncontrollable fit of higher pitched giggles. “But we love hanging out with you, Blasty! Think of all the fun we could have together!”

“Yeah, Bakubro!” Sero joined in, wiggling his fingers underneath Bakugou’s arms, occasionally moving his tickly touches down to the blonde’s upper ribs. “We could have a movie night, just the three of us. What do you guys think of Big Hero 6?”

“Ah yeah, I love that movie! What about you, Bakugou?” Kaminari asked in a much too casual manner.

“I hahahate you bohohoth sohoho much!!”

Kaminari grinned, briefly slowing his fingers’ movements. “But you’re still having fun, right?” At this, Bakugou’s breath hitched and his eyes widened, looking over at the electric blonde in a mixture of confusion and shock, his cheeks reddening a bit. “Yeah, sorry to break it to you, bro, but it’s kinda obvious you don’t want us to stop tickling you.”

Seeing a hint of distress and discomfort in his friend’s eyes, Sero quickly cut it. “Honestly, we’d be lying if we said we wanted to stop! Making you all smiley and giggly feels like a privilege!”

With far too much enthusiasm, Kaminari nodded his head in agreement before a teasing smirk made its way onto his face. “If anything, I bet you want us to kick it up a notch, dontcha Blasty?~”

“N-no I don-ohohon’t!” Bakugou shouted out as he felt Kaminari insert a singular finger into his belly button.

“Y’know, I’ve always wanted to try this out. Lemme know how it feels, okay?” he asked before sending a small shock of electricity through his finger, using just enough energy to get the ticklish blonde screaming.

“NAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAHAT THE FUHUHUHUCK?!” Bakugou howled with laughter, immediately overwhelmed by the sensations of the shock tickling him both inside and out. He began twisting and squirming to get Kaminari’s finger out of the sensitive spot, only to find that his desperate thrashing only managed to push Kaminari’s finger further into his belly button and increase the shock’s tickly effects. “GEHEHET IT THE FUHUCK OHOHOHOUT!!”

“Jackpot!” Kaminari shouted out as he slightly wiggled his finger, never stopping the small, steady stream of electricity that passed through it. The explosive blonde’s head was thrown back from the force of his hysterics. “Aww, does it tickle that much?”

“No fair!” Sero exclaimed with playful offense. “You can’t just steal all of Bakubro’s laughter all by yourself. You gotta share, Denks!” Sero brought his own hands up to Bakugou’s pinned wrists and started to gently drag his fingertips down teasingly towards his underarms at an agonizingly slow pace. He didn’t get much of a reaction until he passed the boy’s elbows, when Bakugou began shaking his head and tugging harder on his arms. “Ohoho, what’s this? You keeping another weak spot from us, dude?”

“DOHOHON’T YOU DAHAHARE GO ANY FUHUHURTHER, TAHAPE FAHACE!! I SWEAHAHAR I’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!!” Bakugou’s threats fell on deaf ears as he felt Sero’s fingers traveling closer and closer to his underarms. He really did try to refrain himself when the dark-haired boy’s soft fluttering reached the underside of his triceps, just above his armpits, but he instantly lost control. Bakugou snorted before practically screaming with pure laughter, the most genuine smile his two friends had ever seen inevitably spreading across his typically scowling face.

“Yes, ultimate jackpot!! Take that, Kaminari!” Sero shouted proudly over Bakugou’s loud shrieks. The two boys then increased their efforts, starting to tickle harder and faster, each trying to pull the most hysterical noises from the boy trapped beneath them.

Their playful competition left lucky poor Bakugou in stitches until he finally pleaded out for mercy, tears of mirth prickling the edges of his closed-shut eyes. “ALRIGHT AHAHALRIGHT!! I’LL HAHAHANG OUT WITH YOHOHOHOU IDIOHOHOTS!! JUHUHUST STOP STOHOHOP STAHAHAHAHAHA-!”

The two immediately stopped and pulled their torturous hands away from the giggly blonde’s body. Kaminari climbed off of Bakugou’s thighs while Sero got to work removing the tape at his wrists.

As he worked, Sero looked down at Bakugou with a smug smirk. “Was wondering how long it was gonna take you to tell us to stop, Bakubro!”

“Yeah, seriously dude,” Kaminari joined in, helping the boy sit up once his wrists were free. “You’ve got some hella strong endurance!”

Bakugou wrapped his arms around his torso, rubbing the phantom tickles away as stray titters found their way out of his carefree smile. “Oho shuhut up,” he grumbled in half-hearted annoyance.

“Dude, look at that smile! You should definitely wear it more often, man,” Sero genuinely complimented, earning a deeper blush on Bakugou’s face. “It really is a good look on you!”

“I’m honestly glad that we were able to get you out of your little Bakubitch mood! Who knew that a little bit of tickling is the secret to ending your raging rampage?” Kaminari slung an arm over Bakugou’s shoulders, giving a quick squeeze.

“Whatever, fucking extras,” Bakugou said as he rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of fondness in his smile. If Kaminari noticed how he leaned a bit into the comforting touch, the electric blonde thankfully didn’t mention it.

“Hear ye, hear ye!” Sero called out, catching the intrigued attention of the other two boys. “On this day, I hereby decree that Sir Bakugou Katsuki must give me, Sero Hanta, and my fellow companion, Kaminari Denki, at least one of his genuine smiles everyday for the rest of our lives!”

“I second that! And if you fail to do so, we’ll find a way to make you smile,” Kaminari playfully threatened, sliding his arm hanging off of Bakugou’s shoulder down to the boy’s side. He gave gentle pinches to the sensitive skin, causing Bakugou to lean away and break out in a new round of giggles. “Understood?”

“Understood, understoohohod!! Nohoho more, Duhuhunce Fahace!”

“Good!” Kaminari retracted his arm from its place around Bakugou’s torso. He and Sero stood up from their seats on the floor.

Sero picked up Bakugou’s manga that had been clumsily disregarded, handing the book over to its owner. “Well, we’ll get out of your hair now, bro. See you later?”

Bakugou stared down at the book in his hands for a short moment, contemplating, before he looked back up hopefully towards the morons his friends. “Are you idiots still up for watching Big Hero 6?

Kaminari and Sero’s faces practically beamed with excitement. “Hell yeah, Bakubro! Lemme go get us some snacks real quick!” Sero exclaimed before rushing out of the room.

“We can watch it on my laptop! I’ll be right back, dude!” Kaminari called out as he quickly ran out after Sero.

Bakugou heard a faint, “This is gonna be so much fun!!” shouted from somewhere down the hallway, and he couldn’t help the soft smile that grew across his lips as he internally agreed.

a/n: yay!! i hope yall at least somewhat enjoyed reading this! just wanna say good luck to all of my fellow students, you’ve got this <3 school sucks but it’s almost over! i believe in all of youuuu :D

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