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grievedeeply · 10 months

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dating glenn rhee headcanons

fem!reader (no pronouns used) | tws: it's the walking dead so.. gore, death and injuries are all talked about.

notes: this is formatted a bit differently than my other dating headcanons, but i wanted to branch out a bit if that makes sense. i feel like i can go into more detail without it getting messy or making you have a headache. it’s a lot to read without any breaks in between. let me know if you like this way! this is incredibly self indulgent.. so. thank you @energeticsirens for encouraging me in my delusions <3

FIRST MEETING & HE REALIZES HE LIKES YOU

when glenn first meets you, he tries not to stare. he lets his eyes linger on you for a few moments but he doesn’t want you to notice that he’s looking at you

you’ll become an integral part of the atlanta group. you’re skilled with your weapon of choice, you’re kind and you’re honest, you’re genuine, and that’s what draws glenn to you to easily. you’re just.. good.

he falls first. he can’t help it. you’re frequently assigned to runs with him which annoy him a bit at the beginning. he’s just used to going into the city on his own and he felt like another person would just drag him down until you came along

you’re capable and you’re a good listener. you don’t question his decisions.. you trust him, and god, it feels good to be trusted. you easily put your life in his hands right from the very beginning

he realizes he likes you at the most mundane moment. you’re just sitting around, talking to someone at camp about whatever it might be.. but you smile and you laugh, and he feels his face heat up

and then you smile at him, waving at him from where you sat. he’s gone, really

his heart belongs to you long before you ever realize he likes you, but it’s sooo obvious to everyone else in the group

it’s all in the way he looks at you. his eyes get so soft and he has a little grin on his lips every time he sees you

YOU REALIZE YOU LIKE HIM

it’ll take you a little longer for you to realize that you like glenn. you’ll think he’s attractive from the moment you meet him, but it takes you awhile to even admit your feelings to yourself

you realize you like him in the middle of atlanta. you’re scavenging for supplies— the essentials like food that hasn’t gone bad or clothing that’ll protect against the elements— and glenn is looking around for anything for the kids

"they’ll get bored with the stuff back at camp,” he says, scouring every isle through the store, “it’s hard enough for us out there. can’t you imagine what it’s like for them? they’re just kids.” he tells you, finally meeting your eyes.

“the least i can do is find a new toy for them.” he mutters under his breath. he turns a corner and exits your line of sight.. but all you can see is him and his beautiful smile in your mind

when you return to camp that night, glenn’s carrying an extra bag. he found it somewhere in one of the stores you passed through and filled it with anything and everything he thought the kids would like

you watch as they gather around him, eyes sparkling in curiosity. he pulls the toys out of the bag and they all hug him, knocking him to the ground in the process

he laughs, and you go weak in the knees. you knew then that what you felt for him was more than platonic.. but you didn’t care

glenn’s heart is what draws you to him. for a man living through an apocalypse, he’s determined to keep his kindness. it’s admirable, and you can’t help but to fall for him

HOW YOU GET TOGETHER

glenn is a bit of an overthinker. he wants everything to be perfect for when he asks you out. or.. as perfect as it can be in a world like yours

realistically, none of the things he wants to do with you are possible. he can’t take you to an aquarium. he can’t bring you to a restaurant. he can’t do all of the cheesy, cliche stuff he saw in the movies before the world fell because it just isn’t possible anymore

his confession comes in the heat of the moment, after a near death experience on your end at the prison. walkers are flooding through a breach in the fence and it’s a picture that’ll be forever etched into his mind. you’re holding a walker back from your neck with your bare hands and he’s powerless to stop it. he watches from the corner of his eye as you finally dig your knife out of the holder on your belt and into it’s skull. it falls to the floor and you pull back with a huff

he resists the urge to run to you and instead breathes out a sigh of relief that you’re still alive and standing with him. you go back to killing walkers as if nothing had happened, but his thoughts linger on how you almost died right in front of him

once the waves stop and the fence is back up, glenn goes to find you. you’re in a more secluded area of the prison, sitting with your back against the cold brick of the wall

“you mind?” glenn asks, gesturing to the empty spot on the floor between you. you shake your head and he sits next to you. you sit in silence for a little while, just enjoying each others company

“no bites?” his voice cuts through the silence. “no bites.” you repeat back to him, a breath escaping through your lips

“i thought.. you almost died, y/n.” he mutters, finally turning his head in your direction. he had been staring at the wall before but now his eyes are pouring into yours, and you don’t know what to do or say anymore. “i’m alright,” you reassure him, pulling up the sleeves on your shirt to show your skin to him. no bites, as you promised.

“i know. but seeing that made me realize that i don’t want you in danger. ever. i care about you too much to let something like that happen again.” he tells you, voice filled with determination. “i’m sorry,” he says immediately after, “but i can’t.. i can’t.”

you furrow your eyebrows. “can’t what?” you ask, and his words cut you off from being able to continue your train of thought

“i like you.”

the room is silent again, and you can practically hear the beating of your own heart in your ears. glenn doesn’t break your gaze as he waits for you to say something.. anything

“fuck, glenn.” you whisper out to him, shaking your head, pulling your lip between your teeth. “i like you too.” you tell him after a pause

you can see his face light up, and he immediately wraps you in the biggest hug he can muster. his grip is tight, and his face is buried in your neck

“you have to promise me that if you need help you’ll call for me, okay?”

“okay,” you reply.

you can feel him smile against your skin.

FIRST KISS

he wants your first kiss together to be special. but god, he wants to kiss you so bad. he doesn’t know how much longer he can resist doing it

he just.. adores you. he looks at you and the weight of the world falls off his shoulders. he has so much he needs to protect but he sees you and it feels normal again

the two of you spend a lot of time on guard together. it’s a quiet way to get to see each other and glenn thinks it’s really special. sometimes you’ll get distracted and start talking. talking about life before the world fell, and you’ll talk about the future

it’s in one of these moments that he kisses you. you’re talking about something, and you aren’t even looking at him. you’re looking up at the sky or at the trees, he can’t tell, but you just look so.. beautiful. your eyes are sparkling in the sunlight and your smile is so bright

he can’t hold back anymore. he lifts his hand to your cheek, and you turn to look at him. his gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks. you nod, blinking a few times. his voice was so soft. you never wanted to stop hearing him talk

with your words, he closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours. his lips are just as gentle as his voice is, and his touch eases you into him and makes you weak at the knees. his other hand moved to cup your other cheek, and yours fell limp at your sides. he held onto your face and kept you close..

you were made for him, he thinks. your lips fit against his so perfectly, he can’t help but to believe it. two pieces of a puzzle made whole

he pulls away, chuckling breathlessly. his eyes meet yours, and the two of you just laugh, melting away into each others arms. his forehead presses to yours, and he doesn’t ever want this moment to end

FIRST I LOVE YOU

he says it first, and it slips out without him even realizing he said it

the two of you finally have some downtime, away from the responsibilities of helping to keep your group safe. you’re sitting together, your fingers entwined as you talk about whatever might be on your mind

glenn’s paying attention, he swears he is, but he gets so lost in you that he forgets to respond sometimes. his gaze is soft and he is completely and utterly infatuated by you

you wave your hand in front of his face and pull him out of his thoughts, a soft grin on your lips. still, your eyes show concern

“you alright?” you ask after a pause, and he nods, eyes skimming across your features. he wants to memorize you. he wants to keep every single detail of you in his memory

“you sure?” you ask again, brows raised as though you don’t believe him. he nods again, moving a little closer to you. “just thinking about how much i love you.” he says through a smile, and your features soften

it takes him a moment to realize what he said, but he can’t back on it now, and he doesn’t want to. he’ll just look away from you for a few moments until your hand comes to rest on his cheek, turning his attention and his head back to you

“i love you too.” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his

he swears his heart melts in this moment. he had never felt so loved and safe in someones arms before. he lets out a relieved sigh, his arms wrapping around your waist

“good,” he chuckles, “i love you so much.” he says again. he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of saying those words

you nuzzle into him, “i love you too, glenn.”

he shuts his eyes. everything is perfect.

INTIMACY

glenn adores being intimate. moments where he gets to hold you in his arms are very few and far between, so he cherishes each and every one of them

when he’s around, he’ll most likely have a hand on you. it might be wrapped around your shoulder or your waist, but it’s there. you help to ground him into reality, but he really just likes feeling you next to him

he loves to cuddle. there’s something so special about laying down next to you and scooping you up into his arms

he’ll usually be the big spoon.. but on his bad days, he just wants to be held. he loves feeling your lips on his neck and hearing your reassuring words, even if they’re muffled by his skin

he loves falling asleep next to you. sometimes, you won’t even be touching, but by the morning your legs are tangled together and your head is buried in his chest

he’s really big on kissing, too. he just adores the feeling of your lips against his and he never wants to stop once he starts. your lips are so soft and so sweet, he’ll melt into your arms as soon as you start kissing him

kissing him out of the blue will always get him flustered. you’ll come up to him and kiss him for a few seconds and walk away, going back to whatever you were doing before. he’ll just watch as you leave, slack jawed and blushing

it isn’t just physical intimacy that you two share, though. you’re both very open about your emotions. you’re transparent about your feelings and deepest fears, helping each other to get through anything and everything

he’ll talk about losing you. ever since he met you, it’s his biggest worry. the world is cruel and unforgiving, and one misstep could result in you getting hurt or killed. he can’t handle thinking about it, but you reassure him

you may not have all the time in the world, but dwelling on it now when everything is okay won’t do anything but make yourself miserable

you’ll take his hand in your own and rest your head on his shoulder, whispering soft ‘i love yous’ over the breeze

LOVE LANGUAGES

glenn doesn’t restrict himself to just one love language.. so he’ll indulge in every single one of them to cater to the moment or how he’s feeling

first, acts of service. he’ll find himself doing anything and everything he can to make your life easier. if he has time, he’ll help you with whatever task you might be working on. he’ll make you breakfast every day so you don’t have to cook. he’ll do your laundry when you’re feeling down. little things that— in his eyes— make all the difference

gift giving. he loves to give you gifts. he’ll find all sorts of different things while he’s out on a run, and sometimes they just happen to remind him of you. it could be a toy of your favorite animal, a book you mentioned liking, a poster of something you enjoy.. anything. he will shower you in these gifts when he can. he just feels like you deserve it

quality time is big for glenn. he loves being around you. he’ll just sit in silence with you if that’s what you want to do. as long as he gets to be in your company for awhile, that’s all that matters to him. there’s something so special about sitting next to you and relishing in each others just.. being there. it helps him remember that you’re real, and you’re his

words of affirmation is a frequent one for him. he says he loves you over and over again. he sees you often, but he won’t let you walk away without hearing him say it to you. he compliments you, your skills, your beauty and your kindness, all the time. he’ll also just tell you how much he appreciates you and how much he values you being around, even if you aren’t actively talking

psychical touch! glenn loves holding you, as mentioned before. the feeling of you next to him is so grounding. the world may be horrible now, but he has you, and that’s what having you in his arms makes him remember. he loves holding your hand, kissing you, any sort of thing that lets him hold you tight

MISCELLANEOUS

he’s just.. the sweetest person in the world. he would lay down and die for you if he had to, and he truly believes he got lucky with you

he loves with everything in him. he loves with his heart, his soul, his mind, everything. he will absorb you and enjoy you as much as you will let him. he will never tire of you

he is so great at comforting you. if you’re feeling upset or stressed out, glenn’s by your side. his arm wraps around your shoulders and he’ll let you talk about it. if you don’t feel like it, he’ll tell you how much he loves you and all of the things he adores about you

he has the most soothing presence. just him being next to you is enough to calm you down, make you happy, anything. his voice is soooo.. so soft too

he’ll whisper sweet things in your ear throughout the day and as he gets more confident in himself in terms of your relationship, he’ll do a bit of teasing in front of the others. he’ll kiss you in front of the group, he’ll wrap his arms around you and hug you from behind.. all of it flusters you, and he lives for it

he loves to look at you. he gets lost in your eyes so easily and he’ll find himself staring at you a lot

he’s the bravest person you’ve ever known. he’ll stand in front of you and protect you no matter what the situation might be

he’s just.. so sweet. the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. loving, caring, gentle and so incredibly beautiful inside and out

he has the purest heart and intentions and it shows in everything he does

it shows in how he loves :)

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lovelytsunoda · 4 months

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tell me something girl (are you happy in this modern world) // tom “iceman” kazansky

summary: after thirty years of marriage, heather kazansky reflects on the time she spent and the love she shared with tom as she prepares to write her eulogy and say goodbye to her husband.

pairing: tom kazansky x wife!oc (named heather)

warnings: canon character death (Tom) and mentions of gooses death from the original movie, depictions of grief, mentions of mental health and medication,

authors note: this is the fic I firmly believe I was put on this earth to write. I wanted to do so much more with it, but honestly would have ended up with like 16k words or something like that.

April 2022, Miramar, California.

“is that the admirals wife?”

“jake, shut the fuck up.”

heather kazasnky had never thought of herself as an impressive woman. she always found herself timid, shy and a little anxious. it wasn’t until the first offshoots of gray started to sprout in her hair, and she’d watched all three of her children grow up that she truly thought sh had done something impressive with her life.

she sat alone at a table in the corner of the hard deck, oblivious to the wandering eyes of her husbands trainees as her slender fingers navigated the keyboard of her MacBook.

“heather?”

she started at the voice, cheeks marred with the flush of someone who had just been sobbing as she turned to look at the speaker.

“peter,” she hummed. “it’s good to see you, maverick.”

heather got to her feet, pulling the other pilot in for a tight hug. “nice to see you too, heather. how are you doing.”

“the best I can. the kids are supposed to be coming up tonight to help with the funerals.”

there were always going to be two funerals. the first was the formal military funeral, where her husband would be buried in the same cemetery as nick bradshaw, and the other was more like a reception, something more human and less structured. for the people who knew him not as admiral kazansky, but as tom.

“I miss him, mav. the house feels strange without him in it. I’ve spent so long being heather kazansky, I don’t know how to go back to being just heather.”

maverick shook his head, taking a seat next to her. “you’re still you, heather. you’re still a mother to three incredible kids, and grandmother to two.”

“with another on the way.” she coughed, somehow managing a smile. “joshua’s new girlfriend is expecting. he told tom before he died.”

“congratulations, heather. how are the kids doing?”

“as well as can be expected. as usual, mitchell is the glue holding us together. cassie’s a wreck. she always was her father’s daughter. and for it to happen so soon after she had jamie just seems cruel. tom was going to retire, did you know that? he was ready to put his papers in, we were going to go to greece. it was finally us time again. he gave so much of himself to this country, and I was so excited to finally have him back.”

pete rested a hand on heathers shoulder, squeezing it through the fur of her cardigan. she was strong despite her age, still well built and sturdy, face marred with laugh lines but not a single telltale old woman wrinkle. “I’m so sorry, heather.”

“thank you.”

she turned back to her laptop, showing the other pilot what she was doing. “I’m gathering pictures for the reception. but most of them are of me. tom always had his fucking camera with him. I should have let the kids do this part. all I’m doing is making myself cry.”

she cast her eyes back to her laptop screen, resisting the urge to reach out and run her finger over the photo, soaking in the good memories as they came flooding back. in the picture, she and tom stood on one side of the kitchen counter, laughing with each other as they cut gingerbread cookies.

it had been their first christmas together.

“oh my god,” maverick laughed. “is that iceman in a cable knit?”

“he was so nervous about meeting my dad for the first time. I had to talk him out of wearing his dress whites.”

December 1985, Richmond, Virginia.

they had been together for six months, give or take the few weeks his team had spent deployed in the gulf, and nothing had intimidated tom kazansky more than meeting his girlfriends father. he had wanted to wear his navy dress whites in an attempt to make a good impression before heather had laughed and made him change into jeans and a sweater before they left the apartment.

even then, he had changed sweaters four times before setting on the white cable knit he was currently wearing.

iceman knew how stressed his girl got during the holidays. her family could bring out the worst in her, and they were both highly strung when they walked in the door.

now, she was off to the side with her sister, cradling a mug of hot coco in her hands as she watched him with a smile, chuckling as he dropped a cup of flour down the front of his jeans.

“you really like him, don’t you?”

heather looked back at her sister, who raised her eyebrows as she took a sip of her hot chocolate.

“I do. I really do, abigail. he makes me feel like I’m worth loving, if that makes sense. everything with tom is just so…easy.”

abigail frowned. “he’s a lieutenant, isn’t he? that means he’s going to be deployed a lot. are you sure you can handle that?”

heather sighed, taking a sip of her drink. “we’re trying. he was out in the gulf for a few weeks in september, and we got through it.”

“he’s barely taken his eyes off you since you got here. and when he looks at you, I don’t see anything other than pure, unfiltered love. I bet he’s got a polaroid of you in his cockpit.”

heather laughed, a warm and giddy feeling in her chest. it was clear how much her family loved iceman, and how quickly they were welcoming him into the fold.

“you know I’m losing him for two months in the new year. he’s off to california, got into some fancy fighter jet training program.”

“you can still go see him, right?”

“yeah, I’ve got a few vacation days saved u- oh fuck.” heather cursed, thrusting her mug into abigail’s arms as she saw what her boyfriend was doing. “give me one second, I’ve gotta stop him from screwing up the gingerbread.”

she pushed up the sleeves of her jacquard sweater, socks skidding across the kitchen tiles as she loosely knotted her hair behind her head.

“kaz, sweetie, give me the rolling pin. you’ve gotta knead the dough.” she smiles softly, putting herself between the pilot and the counter.

one of tom’s flour coated hands came to rest as her waist, his chin on the top of her head as she watched her dip her hands into the bowl of flour, and proceed to knead the gingerbread dough by hand. her lovers hands came to rest over hers, his lips soft and warm against her skin as they kneaded the gingerbread dough together.

“see, you don’t always know everything, lieutenant.” she hummed giddily, running her thumb over his wrist.

“yeah, but I know I love you, and that’s all I need.” Tom laughed, gently using his finger to guide her head towards his and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

April 2022, Miramar, California.

heather paused, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "i loved that man so much, pete."

the hard deck was getting busier, off-duty pilots and seamen flooding in from the base at miramar as shifts changed for the day. heather knew all about the dagger squad and the hazy series of events that brought pete mitchell back to the academy, often having to speak for her husband in meetings once his first cancer operation had left him unable to speak for himself.

"auntie heather!" a familiar face looked over from the pool table. bradley bradshaw was a spitting image of his father, right down to the way that his moustache was trimmed.

for heather, it sometimes felt like seeing a ghost.

"brad!" she perked up, waving him over to the table. "how are you?"

when she first came to visit her husband at miramar, somethign about carole bradshaw had pulled heather in. she hadn't known the bradshaw's long, but by the time that goose's accident happened, she felt like she had known that family her whole life.

she did what she could to help carole out afterwards, especially when it came to raising bradley, but as rooster got older and time flew by, it was so easy for carole and heather to fall out of touch.

"you look just like your dad." she hummed, hugging the pilot. "it's like seeing nick again."

bradley nodded solemnly. "i was sorry to hear about admiral kazansky."

"thank you. it had been a long time coming, but there's no way to properly prepare to lose the man you love."

rooster gestures to the group behind him, the mismatched group of people coming to meet him at the table. “aunt heather, I’d like you to meet the dagger squad: jake, natasha, robert, reuben and javy. we knew the admiral well.”

“hi.” heather said weakly, introducing herself. “I’m heather, the admirals wife. or, widow, I guess. I’m still not used to saying that.”

“are you getting ready for the funeral?” jake asked, promptly getting jabbed in the rib cage by natasha.

“what hangman means to say is: we all respected your husband very much, and we would be honoured to help you plan his memorial service.” phoenix corrected, taking heathers hand between both of her own.

“thank you for the offer, natasha.” heather smiled. “bradley, I want to show you something.”

she sat back in front of her laptop, using the touchscreen to pull up a video taken the first summer she came to visit miramar. she had timed the visit to coincide with her birthday, a small selfish part of her unable to fathom spending her birthday without tom.

bradley pulled up a chair next to the table, watching as the screen crackled to life, the date stamp in the corner reading june of 1986. they were inside the o bar, the video opening with heather resting her head on tom’s shoulder, then panning over to the massive birthday cake and sparklers set in front of her. carole bradshaw sat on one side of her, and charlie blackwood was at the head of the table, sitting next to maverick.

“is that my mom?” Bradley smiled fondly. “she looks so full of life.”

“she was.” heather laughed. “and you might remember charlie, she was one of mavericks many lovers.”

“hey!” pete scoffed. “things just didn’t work out.”

“she was always too good for you, pete.” heather laughed, pointing to another space on the screen. the group was singing happy birthday, supported by a rockabilly piano backing track. “bradley, there’s your dad.”

goose was sitting in front of the grand piano, a toothpick hanging between his teeth as he hammered away at the ivory keys, aviator glasses over his eyes.

“happy birthday dear heather, happy birthday to you.”

the camera panned back to heather and tom as she blew out the cake candles. tom pulled her in to a soft kiss while the rest of the table cheered, and then the video cut to black.

“mitchell has been digitizing all of this stuff for us. I caught tom watching our wedding videos before he died.”

“remember when slider and wolfman got absolutely shitfaced at your wedding and tripped down the reception stairs?” maverick laughed to himself “did anybody ever get that on video?”

heather shook her head, a bright smile on her tear stained face as she hunted through the original wedding folder. “I’ve got you one better.”

September 1987, Monterrey, California.

mrs. heather kazansky. she could get used to that.

she was sitting with her sister and tom’s parents, the former two who were conversing with each other in polish. she twirled her wedding band on her finger, face flushed and spirits high as she looked on at her husband.

tom was with maverick and slider, the group of aviators dressed in their best white uniforms, beer bottles lifted high as they drunkenly hollered the words to an old rod stewart song.

“and I know your name is rita, because your perfume smells sweeter.”

abigail was filming, zooming the camera lens in on heather as she asked: “are you sure you don’t wanna back out now? till death do you part, you’re bound to this dumbass now.”

heather laughed, playfully smacking at the camera. “yes, I’m sure!”

“stay with me, come on stay with me!”

sliders voice was three decibels louder than everybody else, and he was also significantly drunker. one of the bridesmaids had her eyes on him, and there wasn’t a doubt in anybody’s mind that ron kerner would have somebody in his bed that night.

iceman’s face was flushed, his arm thrown around maverick as they rocked on their feet, skin sweaty and hair mussed.

but in the midst of all this chaos, he still managed to look over at his new wife, blowing her the softest kiss. she smiled, catching the kiss in her hands and pressing it to her heart, a moment her sister was able to capture frame for frame on digital video.

tom had watched the video hundreds of times as he sat alone in his office, struggling to come to terms with the fact that he’d be leaving not just the love of his life, but his three beautiful children as well.

April 2022. Miramar, California.

“that’s the kind of love that people only dream about.” natasha smiled softly. “you’re lucky you got to spend as much time with him as you did. most couples don’t make it as long as you guys did.”

heather smiled shakily, reaching for her drink. she’d left the sprite so long that the ice had half melted, condensation dripping down the glass.

“he was so good with the kids, you know. I was on and off depressed for a while after joshua was born. my mental health had never been perfect and I was on a low dose anti-anxiety medication for a long time. but after Josh was born, everything just got so much harder and I could barley get out of bed in the mornings. tom would take the kids to school, make their lunches. he was teaching full time at top gun by then, so he took a few days off to stay with me, make me feel like myself again.”

“he was a good man.” robert smiled, rubbing her shoulder.

“yeah, he was.” heather bit her bottom lip, pulling a photo up on her laptop that had the dagger squad letting out a chorus of ‘awe’s’

the picture was taken in 1989. tom was dressed in a gray waffle knit shirt, a pair of pit viper sunglasses on his forehead as he held a smiling baby in his arms. mitchell’s wide eyes looked up at his dad, his tiny fingers wrapped around in of tom’s larger ones.

his name was mitchell ronald kazansky, because tom had made a lame bet with maverick and slider (that he lost) and had to name his firstborn after both of them (because he was a fucking idiot at times, but she loved him anyways).

the boys were both easy children, but cassandra? she was a daddy’s girl through and through, and tom would have moved heaven and earth for his little girl. whatever cassie wanted, she often got, well into adulthood even. she was the spitting image of her father, from her honey blonde hair right down to the birthmark on the underside of her jaw.

when tom walked her down the aisle at her wedding three years ago, he cried all the way to the altar. but not half as much as he sobbed when he held his granddaughter for the first time, cancer-stricken and barely able to speak, but still brimming with joy as he held jamie to his chest.

“he lead a good life. one he was proud of. he used his last words to tell me as much.” heather choked out, overwhelmed by emotions. “I just wish we’d had more time.”

pete placed his hand over hers, squeezing it reassuringly as natasha rubbed her back, and rooster gently squeezed her shoulder.

there was still so much love that heather kazansky still had to give.

still so much love that she was surrounded by.

and maybe that was tom’s way, even from the grave, to tell her that everything would still be alright.

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loving-strawberry · 11 months

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✶(Reversed)Breaking up prank goes wrong with Stray Kids✶(Maknae-Line)

Hyung-Line Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with the other post on my blog!

Summary: You take your boyfriend prank seriously.

It was a request!

A little note: I finally manage to post this one too! I didn't mean to postpone it, but it was necessary. ;^^ Anyway, enjoy reading it! And I also kinda threw Felix under the bus on most of the parts...

Genre: Angst, Fluff. (2 Happy endings, 2 sad endings)

Pairing: Bf!Skz x gn!reader

Warning: lot of swearing, insults, actual break up, mention of cheating and hickeys and bruises(fake ones), mention of being a burden, talking about body insecurities and not being good enough, talking about hate comments, mention of falling out of love, mention of throwing up. Possibly some writing mistakes. I really hope I didn't missed any tw!

Han Jisung☆

He went for this prank when it was the hardest for you and you needed him

And he took the prank on another level

That was it for your relationship

Your boyfriend's behavior was super strange all day today, that making you worried like crazy, on top of everything else you were dealing with, and being pretty unstable emotionally.

You finally got to confront Han about his distance he kept constantly all day long, which is uncharacteristically to this 24/7 clingy man of a boyfriend. And he's literally the biggest support and help you can ask for in every moment of your life. But not today for some reason, when it was one of those days you were feeling drained the most.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you hear a knock on the front door of your house. Taking a deep breath, you reach to your door and opened it, allowing your boyfriend to enter. As he enters, you start feeling sick to your stomach, because he looks and acts nothing like his usual self.

He is usually all smiling and cheerful with all of the occasions he gets seeing you, all the time giving you the biggest and warmest hugs you could possibly ask for, and peppering your face with tons of kisses. Telling you how much he loves you. But right now, he has a cold look on his face, and he says nothing but a small hi, and not even the slightest touches. He just enters your house like he's a total stranger.

"H-Han... My love... What is wrong...? You were all day like this." even if you didn't saw each other, his texts responses were as cold, which caused you anxiety all day.

Sighing, he takes a look at you, before speaking "I'm going to be as quickly as possible. I want to break up with you. I'm not in love with you anymore..." this sends shivers down your spine and your heart drops.

"What...?" your face is drained from every color you had at first, as you are trying your best not to throw up everything you've eaten that day. Every thought possible is crossing your mind now, tears trickling from the corner of your eyes, and you slowly came to the realization "Was I too much of a burden to you, that's why you don't love me anymore, wasn't it? I'm sorry... I knew I should've keep everything to myself. Maybe that way you still loved me..."

If Han didn't regret the prank yet, he does it now. He knows very well about how you feel and how low you can be sometimes but he didn't knew today was one of those day where you needed him and his love the most, not to be met with coldness and distance.

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry... If I knew you were feeling like this, I will not be pulling this prank on you-" he approaches you and take you in his arms, trying to get you to calm down. And you did calmed down, but not because of his hug. More likely because you just shut down completely.

"Playing games with someone's feelings I see. Only if it wasn't in this moment of my life. Maybe then I would've find it funny and laughed." now you are the cold one, pushing him away from you.

"I don't know why exactly I wanted to do the prank... I thought it was going to be funny... I didn't meant to make you feel like this... Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" he's saying it with hope in his eyes, hoping you will forgive his dumb ass and give him another chance. You scoff hearing his words.

"'I thought it was going to be funny'. For who? And yeah. There is something you can do. Get the fuck away from me. I don't want to see you again." you spit every word with so much venom, that if your words were able to kill, he will be dead by now.

Han wants to continue on pleading for forgiveness and asking for another chance. He wants to do better for you again, like he did in the past. But he cannot do it anymore. His words are stuck in his throat. He's too shocked to say anything. Shocked by his own actions. Why did he choose to hurt you like this for fun? This got him sick now. He knows that you are going to do better without him. He always knew that you needed someone better than him. Because even if he knows how hard it is to be emotionally unstable, he still pulled such a prank on you. And not just in a simple, direct way. He went straight up giving you cold shoulder all day long before going to the subject itself. He's no good for you. So he doesn't even try to apologize anymore.

He take one more look at you and his heart broke in an instant when he sees the emotionless eyes before him, which usually are filled with love as they are watching him, but not today. Not anymore. Never again.

Han finally take his leave with that. He regrets everything now. He regrets even thinking about the prank in the first place. He just hopes you will get better soon and move on from him. Allowing yourself to be happy. Allowing yourself to love someone who won't hurt you intentionally with a reckless prank.

Lee Felix☆

Felix sees, Felix does...

Can someone take tik tok away from his hands?

Of course he sees the prank and tries to do it.

Who would think that he, from all of the people, will do it, literally the sunshine

But the sunshine won't shine anymore after this

Seeing this prank all over his tik tok, he is starting to consider doing it on you, just of pure curiosity to see how will you react. He is thinking optimistically and imagining you will recognize it's just a prank and laugh it off.

As he's debating on how to bring this up to you, you just then arrive home, extremely angry and mad because of your work. He doesn't see that you are feeling unwell, as you are usually pretty good at staying calm around other people and smiling like there's nothing going on, which is a bad habit of yours.

"Hey, Lixie." you smile, already feeling much calmer. But your calm state is instantly replaced by an unsettling feeling, as you your boyfriend being all serious and having two fingers on his neck, checking his pulse, being a bit nervous about this prank. "Something bothering you?"

"I... I'm breaking up with you" he avoid looking in your direction and doesn't give you any reason for this sudden action. That's when you come up with the realization that it is one of those tik tok pranks. You already being angry, this just adds more fuel.

"Is there any exact reason for it?" you start questioning Felix, entering his extremely dumb joke.

"W-Well... I-...Um..." he didn't think this through, he doesn't have any reason for breaking up with you. You are literally perfect for him.

"Next time think twice before pulling a hurtful prank." you go in the bedroom and start packing up some of your things, Felix not so far behind you, as he now sees that you were actually in a bad mood and did not want to put up with something like this.

"I just wanted to see how you will react to this prank... I'm sorry... I won't do it again. Please, don't leave me... Please-" he starts pleading for you to stay, but to no avail. You continue packing up the essentials in your bags, before heading towards the front door, in complete silence. This sets Felix into total panic mode. He runs after you and grabs you by the shoulders, spinning you around for you to face him again. "I'm really sorry... Please..."

"No, Yongbok. You fucked up real good with your pranks this time. Oh, and you wanted to see my reaction, right? Well congratulations, you have it. Hope you will enjoy being alone from now on. Goodbye." you snap at him, all of the anger stuck in you all day long finally leaving your body. "I'll send someone to grab the rest of my stuffs in a few days." and with that, you move from his grasps and go out the door, leaving what was your house as well until a second ago.

Felix can't do anything anymore, completely frozen in place. As soon as realization slowly kicks in, he starts sobbing. Falling to his knees as his own legs gave up on him. And his heart aching in so much pain, that it could actually stop any second now.

He doesn't even know what he was expecting at first when he decided to give this prank a go. But he surely didn't expect this. He truly didn't want to hurt you in any way. Felix really thought that you will see it as a silly joke, like you always did with every other pranks. He didn't expect you to react this way, but now that he's thinking about it, you had every right to do so.

He played a game he didn't know it was dangerous and he got you hurt. He should've think the consequences through. Not to think this optimistically about a joke that could potentially hurt a person's feelings.

He fucked up and you have every right to go somewhere better. Somewhere where he couldn't hurt you anymore.

Kim Seungmin☆

He does not want to do this prank at all

But after you came with another prank and he knew it was a prank, he gave it a shot

This relationship is plant based on constant jokes and stupid pranks...

Everyone questioning how you are still together...

Your dearest best friend, Felix, shared you a link to an unharmful prank, the hickey one. And you immediately wanted to put it in practice, being the fact the your amazing ass boyfriend last week replaced your favorite lipstick with glue. The most common prank, but you still somehow fell for it. After being stuck with your lips sealed together for a good 30 minutes a few days ago, you swore to get revenge. This opportunity is perfect. And the perfect timing indeed, because in one hour you were supposed to meet with Seungmin for a date. So you start preparing everything.

After securing the fake hickey in place on your neck with some setting spray and making sure it's not going to smudge easily, you start heading towards your meeting place.

Seungmin was already waiting for you, as you arrived. "Took you long enough." he says teasingly, before hugging you.

"I was late 5 minutes, pup." you kiss his cheek, before heading towards the actual you needed to be. As you two are walking, you make sure to move your hair away from your neck, so the hickey could be seen.

Seungmin spots short after that the bruise on your skin, and he can feel his stomach drop. Stopping both of you from your track, he takes a look at your neck. "What is this?"

"Hm? I burned my skin accidentally with my hair straightener." you say it so innocently, trying to look convincing that you actually cheat on him.

"Hair straightener my ass, you whore!" he gets extremely angry now. "If you think I'm falling for this excuse of yours, you are totally wrong."

You try to say something, to fix this situation, but nothing comes out of your mouth. Too shocked of how your boyfriend got this angry over a prank. You really thought it was going be a small innocent prank, but you are terrible mistaken.

"We are done. Go to whoever left this mark on your neck." turning around, he takes his leave. And you can't do more than just to stand there, all confused and hurt for a good second. Before coming back to your senses and go after him.

"Seungmin! Wait! Please! Let me explain!" you try your best not to break down sobbing, feeling super guilty for hurting your boyfriend like this. To your surprise, Seungmin stops and turns to face you again, rising one eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "It's a prank... It's just makeup...Please... I'm sorry..."

"I know." he says smirking. "I was just returning your little joke."

You look at him in shock and tears streaming down your face, glad that it was nothing but a prank, but mad at him for scaring you like this. "You scared me so bad! I thought I lost you!"

"You scared me as well for a second when I saw that mark at first. But I know you and I know that you won't do such thing." taking a napkin from his pocket and wiping away the makeup from your neck, he then hugs you to his chest, letting you crying everything out.

"Let's keep on doing little pranks that won't hurt us next time. Ok, my love?" he continues rubbing your back in circles motion, trying to calm you down.

"Yeah... This was too scary..." you manage to calm down and look at Seungmin, giving him a small smile.

He mirrors your expression, having the sweetest smile, the one that is meant just for you to see, the one that is melting your heart everytime. "I love you, dumbass."

"I love you too, Minnie."

Yang Jeongin☆

After this prank, he swears he won't listen to his Hyungs ever again, especially Felix and Lee Know

Felix mentioned randomly the prank, and Lee Know came with the suggestion of I.N to do it with you

And poor Innie just went with it and ended up regretting it.

You have felt insecured about your body. Most likely because of the hate comments you get from Jeongin's "fans" on a daily basis, after your relationship got public. People got jealous and starting hating on you. All of the comments about your body. How you should lose some weight. Or how you aren't beautiful enough for Jeongin, got you pretty fast. And now your mind is in a constant spiral. Are you really good enough for him? Does he really loves you? Will he soon see how ugly actually you are and start being disgusted by you?Will he ever stop loving you?

But to your absolute horror, he payed you an unexpected visit, and starts confirming your biggest fears.

You are just standing now in the living room, looking at your boyfriend, while he starts talking "I think we should break up... I fall out of love with you..."

Every color you had in your face until this point, totally drained and gone now. "It is because of how I look... Right? I wasn't enough for you from the start. Your fans were right... " right now, you are incapable of showing any emotions anymore, feeling numb.

Your boyfriend hates himself now for doing this. He knew he shouldn't listened to his older members from the start, but still ended up doing so. And now everything is aching with guilt and regret. "It was a stupid prank... Felix hyung and Lee Know hyung told me to try it. I'm really sorry for doing it. I was way too stupid and accepted it."

"No... It's ok... I wouldn't blame you if you were going to actually do it. You are way too perfect looking to be seen with someone like me. I don't deserve you." the words that came out of your mouth made Jeongin rush over to you and embrace you in the warmest hug he could ever give. Which is rare for him to initiate physical touch.

"Never say that again! Don't ever listen to anyone who is saying this towards you. You are gorgeous. People are just jealous of your beauty. Beside, you are also the kindest person I know, and the sweetest." you end up crying in his arms, feeling so safe and loved with him. "I'll be with you. Forever. I won't leave you. I love you so much, my beautiful angel."

"I love you too... Thank you... for not actually leaving me."

He smiles softly, as he place a few kisses on top of your head. He's not planning on leaving your side ever, not even as a joke. You are his everything. And will make sure to let anyone who made think so low about yourself know that you are loved by him, doesn't matter how you look.

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 9. Tito's Birthday

This is a completed series! Read Full Fic | 🧸 Series Cover Page/Masterlist 🧁 | 🎵 Playlist 🎶 << Previous Episode || Ep 9

Chapter Summary: Tito receives the best birthday present he has ever gotten: the girl he loves standing at his parent’s front door. It was never destiny or fate; it can only be by choice. And they’ll choose each other every time. Eventually, anyway.

A/N: You can refer to cover page for the series summary, author's notes, tropes, general warnings and other fun tidbits. This series contains mature themes. Minors DNI. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team.

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Tito’s Birthday

Tito — June 8

Tito's sitting on his parent’s couch, watching his nephew play with a mini stick, when the doorbell rings.

“Were we expecting someone else?” he asks the room.

“Why don’t you go answer the door, Tito?” Francis cuts in.

Tito furrows his brow, confused. “Wha— Why me?”

Francis rolls his eyes, “Just go do it. You’re closer, and we’ve got the kids.”

“Fine,” he huffs dramatically.

He’s still making a face at Francis when he pulls the door open, not even bothering to look through the peephole. He almost immediately slams the door shut. Almost.

“Hi, Tito. Happy birthday,” she says, voice impossibly fond and a soft smile on her face.

Standing in front of him is a vision illuminated by the warm mid-afternoon light. She looks radiant. She looks so happy to see him.

Evie's here. On the porch of his parents' house. In Québec. On his birthday. He wonders if it would be a little overkill to hit himself in the face to make sure he isn’t dreaming or hallucinating.

“Hi. What— How—” he stutters unflatteringly.

Behind him, he hears Francis call out, “Are you going to let her in or what?”

He doesn’t take his eyes off Evie as he shouts over his shoulder, “Shut up, Franky.”

Evie muffles a giggle in her hand. He feels the sound reach into every corner of his body, filling it with a tingling warmth. It’s the buzzing in his bones that finally gets his feet unstuck from where they're planted as he surges forward and wraps her in a tight hug. He feels the little puff of air that's knocked out of her by the force of the hug.

“Woah there, big guy,” she giggles lightly, “Maybe a little less tight, please.”

“Oh shit, sorry,” he pulls back quickly, shaken from his stupor.

She shakes her head and laughs, incandescent and free, her head thrown back, exposing the long line of her neck.

“Come here, you idiot,” she whispers.

Evie steps back into the space between them and wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing tightly. His arms pull her in impossibly closer, one hand tucking her head against his cheek. In this position, her perfume floods his senses, and he feels the vice that has been around his chest since he stepped out of her apartment in April begin to loosen. She smells familiar. She smells like comfort. She smells like home.

“God, I fucking missed you,” he murmurs into her hair.

She hums, nuzzling closer, “Me too, Solours. It’s so good to see you.”

“I can’t believe you’re here, mon chou. How did you even get here? Or know where to find me?”

She shifts in his arms, leaning back slightly to look him in the eyes. The sight of her warm brown eyes makes him feel like melted chocolate. She smiles softly at him. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

“Okay, yeah.”

He chuckles. He turns to escort Evie inside, keeping her tucked neatly under his arm. He almost jumps out of his skin when he sees Francis leaning against the wall a couple feet away.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” Francis smirks.

Tito shoots him a warning glare as Evie gently steps out from under his arm.

“It’s good to finally meet you in person,” she says, shocking Tito.

“You too.” Francis pulls Evie into a brief hug, still smiling smugly at Tito.

When Evie turns back around to him, he shakes himself from his stupor.

“Wait… you did this?” he asks, looking at Francis, who shrugs.

“I mean, I guess. Technically, she’s the one who came here, but I helped. As I’ve said many times, your moping has been such a bummer.”

“Do Mom and Dad know about this?” he adds.

Francis shrugs, “Kind of? I told them there might be a guest joining us.”

Evie chuckles next to him, bumping her shoulder into him, “Wow, you're really surprised, aren’t you?”

“Well, I mean, yeah?”

“You thought I was going to miss your birthday? Come on, Tito. There was no way I was doing that.” She smiles up at him, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other applying gentle pressure on his chest.

“I mean, I had hoped, but I really did think— I didn’t want to assume—”

“Okay, this is getting nauseating for me,” Francis interrupts, “Come on, let’s introduce you to everyone.”

She greets his parents and sister-in-law warmly and crouches down so sweetly to say hello to his nephews. He feels breathless, heartbeat quickening as he watches her greet them.

Evie slots in so seamlessly with his family it makes his head spin. He watches her make easy conversation with both of his parents, both of them falling in love with her immediately. Karo and Francis seem to have already decided they like her. Even if they hadn’t, she would've won them over with the way his two-year-old nephew, Nate, becomes immediately enthralled by her, following her around everywhere. Tito can’t even blame the little guy. He understands how Nate feels.

He feels guilty, though, for the slight edge of irritation that builds in his gut; he just wants to bask in her undivided attention after so many weeks apart. He tries to push the feeling away in favor of the fondness that also grows in him as they sit at the dinner table as a family.

It's that idea, a yearning for an uncertain future, that hits him so hard in the center of his chest that it knocks the breath out of him. He excuses himself at the end of dinner to make an escape for the bathroom, where he just stands at the sink and catches his breath.

When he finally returns, the group has scattered for now. Francis and his parents are putting the kids to bed. Karo and Evie are putting the finishing touches on dessert. He goes looking for them.

Every cell in his body alights when he hears a truly filthy sound fall from Evie’s lips as he rounds the corner.

Evie —

“I don’t know if we should add the caramel sauce on top or if it’ll be too much,” Karo explains, “Here, try a piece with the sauce; tell me what you think.”

“Sure,” Evie says, reaching out to take the fudgy brownie in her fingers— a big mistake as the chocolate starts oozing out immediately, intermingling with the caramel and trickling down her fingers.

She takes a hurried bite and is immediately hit by the ambrosial flavor: thick, decadent dark chocolate and perfectly balanced salted caramel drizzle. It's so rich, coating her tongue.

She doesn’t even try to contain the long, deep moan that she lets out. Her mouth is still full when she says, “Oh my god, Karo. This is incredible. This might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Karo beams at her in response, clearly pleased.

“What’s going on in here?” she hears Tito’s deep voice grumble behind her. It makes her freeze on the kitchen stool.

“She’s trying the dessert, confirming whether we should put on the drizzle or just skip it,” Karo beams.

“And? What are we thinking?” he says, voice still pitched low as he places a firm hand on the small of her back. She doesn’t stop herself from leaning into it.

“Oh, yes, for sure. It's so good.” Evie’s not sure if it’s the richness of the dessert that makes her mouth dry or if it's the firmness of Tito’s warm body pressing against her leg and side.

His other hand reaches out and grabs the wrist of the hand holding the remaining piece of brownie, making her look up at him over her shoulder. She watches his eyes flicker over to Karo, who's plating the desserts, before leaning in.

“Are you going to eat that?” he murmurs against her ear.

“Uh, maybe? Did you wanna try it?” she croaks, feeling suddenly too hot in her thin sundress.

“Yes.”

He makes eye contact with her again before bringing her fingers up to his lips. She’s holding her breath as soon as he makes contact. She's consumed by the groan he makes when the brownie hits his tongue, the sound enveloping her from every direction, completely unable to look away from him even when she hears a little “holy shit” from Karo as she scurries out of the kitchen.

He releases her fingers with a pop before the corner of his lips ticks up. “Mmm… So fucking good,” he smirks.

She squeaks, unable to form a single word as she wonders how inappropriate it might be to just jump him in his parents’ kitchen.

Before she can even do anything, though, he disappears from her side, and her skin immediately misses the contact. He walks over to the sink and wets a paper towel before walking back around, taking her hand in his again. She can only watch as he gently cleans the chocolate, caramel, and spit from her fingers.

He makes a satisfied hum and goes to throw the napkin away when he’s done, leaving her to wonder what the fuck she’s supposed to do with that hand now.

She jumps when she hears Francis loudly say behind her, “Okay, you freaks. My wife has informed me you guys are desecrating this kitchen, so get out before you ruin all of our appetites. I want to be able to enjoy this supposedly orgasmic dessert.”

Evie’s unsure how she’s going to be able to go back to the dining table and sit next to his parents now. She’s also not sure if her voice is ever going to come back at this rate.

Later, after the candles and singing and dessert, Evie's feeling a little more levelheaded. She still blushes every time Karo or Francis catches her eye, but she's able to speak again, so that’s a win.

They are moving to the TV room to watch the Stanley Cup Final game when Tito catches her elbow.

“Hey,” he smiles at her tenderly.

“Hi.” She automatically smiles back.

“Do you want to go for a walk first?”

“Oh…sure,” she stammers, heartbeat quickening again.

He places a soft kiss on her forehead before going to notify his family. When he comes back, he takes her hand and pulls her gently outside into the calm evening air. They walk for a while, hand in hand, just letting themselves take in the soft sound of insects chirping, the light breeze rustling through the trees, and the bright stars appearing above, one by one.

She’s the first to break. “God, it’s so quiet and beautiful here. I can’t believe you got to grow up with this,” she whispers, her head tilted back, lost in the twinkling stars.

He hums, his hand squeezing hers lightly in acknowledgment. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

They walk for a few more minutes in comfortable silence, the weight of his hand in hers pressing to the front of her consciousness. She really likes the way it feels.

When they turn the last corner, she gasps at the sight before her. It’s a small park backing up onto the riverbank. The water glistens, reflecting the soft lights of the city across from them.

“There,” Tito says softly, “I wanted to show you this.”

He pulls her over to a bench near the water and sits down. He holds her hand in his lap, his thumb caressing gently.

“It’s beautiful, Solou.” She looks out with wonder.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “I always come here if I want to think.” There’s a beat of silence before he speaks again. “Mon chou, I’m so happy you’re here. I don’t even know how to— I just— I can’t believe you’re here.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“I have to ask, though, why?” His voice is so quiet she can barely make out the words.

Evie draws in a deep breath. She knew this conversation was coming. She was hoping that it did. That doesn’t stop it from feeling any less daunting.

“The short story?” she starts, “I just fucking missed you so much.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, chouchou, me too. I literally could not stop thinking about you. Constantly.”

She squeezes his hand while her other hand caresses the necklace that has been hanging over her heart for two months.

“I just kept thinking… I couldn’t imagine one single universe where I wouldn’t be here for your birthday. I couldn’t think of a single reason why I should not be here and at least a hundred reasons why I should.”

“Yeah?” he whispers.

“Yeah.” She looks over at him to find him already watching her, his eyes bright and glossy. She chuckles breathlessly. “And it’s so stupid that I kept putting off this conversation because I was scared of what you might say when you've never given me any reason to be scared. You've always listened to me and been so kind and understanding, no matter what. You’ve never made me feel bad for whatever insane thing I’m feeling at that moment. You just somehow find a way to support me through it.

“I don’t know what either of our futures holds, but I think that— I think my fear was holding me back. My life's just infinitely better with you in it, and it gets increasingly hard to imagine living it without you. You make me a better person— You make me want to be a better person.

“I should’ve just told you how I felt. Because even if you didn’t feel the same way, you would never have judged me for it. Or stopped being my friend.”

“What are you saying, Evie?” Tito urges gently.

“I’m saying that— I’m saying that I don’t think we're just friends. I don’t think we’ve been just friends for a long time. And I like that— I want that. I want to wake up next to you in the morning, and I want to be the person you come home to at night. But I just thought— I knew I would regret it if I never said this. Like, if I woke up one day and it was too late. That you’ll be gone, and I would still feel this absolutely horrific gut-wrenching sadness and regret at having never said anything. I don’t— You don’t need to say anything back right now— or at all, really, but I just—”

“Evie, mon chou, may I?” He takes her other hand in his as well, threading their fingers together and pressing a light kiss to them so gently.

“Yeah,” she nods, smiling softly up at him.

“Okay, good because— I need you to know that I—” His voice cracks, the words catch in his throat. He looks at Evie’s smile and feels his throat loosen. He takes a deep breath. “Evie, I love you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time. God, I want— I want to be there in the mornings, and I want you to be there when I come home because I think the concept of home in my brain now is just a scratch-and-sniff picture of you—”

Evie snorts.

“Shut up, that was romantic— Let me finish. I don’t want to be just friends. I want to be so much more than that. I want to be your boyfriend, your partner, and maybe one day, your husband if you’ll have me. And I want to maybe have little babies that are half of me and half of you if that’s what you want. Or we can just have like twenty dogs; that’s cool too. I want to be holding your hand on the ice when we’re too old to even tie up the skates.”

He pauses and exhales all the remaining tension in his chest. “I want it all. I want to be there for all the big moments and the little moments. I want to make you tea and rub your cold-ass feet while we watch TV. I want to dance with you in our kitchen when you’re baking. I want—

“I don’t know where I’ll be next season. But I want to make it work with you. Whatever that looks like. I want to give this a shot. And I promise I’ll put in the work every single day. Even if I’m in fucking Edmonton or Anaheim.”

“I don’t think Anaheim would appreciate being compared to Edmonton, Solou,” Evie laughs wetly, reaching a hand up to wipe at her eyes before placing her hand back into his grasp. “Can I speak now?”

“What? Yes, of course. Sorry. I got carried away,” he chuckles nervously.

“Well, firstly, my job is fully remote. So I can technically live anywhere—”

“I don’t want you to have to choose me over your career,” he interrupts.

“I’m not. I promise. But we can talk through logistics at another time. For now, I just want to say that I fucking love you too. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. And I’m also incredibly fucking sure that if you don’t kiss me in the next five seconds, I will self-combust, and all this idiocy would’ve been for nothing.” Her smile is dazzling and proud when she looks up at him.

It startles a chortle out of him, and he shakes his head. He raises a hand to gently cup her face, his thumb brushing over the soft skin of her cheek. His eyes flicker between her eyes and her lips a few times, an adoring smile blooming on his face as he leans in. She moves to close the distance.

Their lips meet in a tender kiss. Their mouths move gently together, content to just be for a while. Eventually, Tito’s tongue brushes along the seam of her lips, and her mouth drops open, letting him in. The familiar heat returns to her like a freight train coursing through her veins as their tongues slide past each other.

Without breaking their kiss, Evie climbs into Tito’s lap and threads her hands through his hair. A pleased hum escapes her lips when she gives the curls a gentle tug, Tito rewarding her with a clipped groan of his own. She sinks deeper into his lap, feeling his big hands rake down her back to cup her ass lightly.

She rolls her hips down, and he moans before pulling away.

“No— wait—” he groans.

“What’s wrong?”

“We need to stop. I’m not doing this for the first time on a park bench, and I’m sure as hell not going to let you make me come in my pants again. Franky will literally never let me live that down.”

She tucks a curl behind his ear and hums. “Hmm… So should we go back to the house then?”

“No— Well, I mean yes. But we're also definitely not doing this for the first time in my parents' house. While my parents and brother are there.” He shakes his head vigorously and dramatically shudders.

“Okay,” she sings. She leans back in for a final kiss before climbing off Tito’s lap. She pulls down her dress as he groans again, pressing his face into her belly. “What?”

“Do you have any idea how incredible you look in that dress?” he mumbles, muffled by fabric and her skin.

“I think I do, actually. I thought you had a stroke when I put it on for you a couple weeks ago on FaceTime.”

He leans back to examine her face. “So you’re wearing this one on purpose?” he concludes, voice pitching up an octave.

“Yeah,” she smiles proudly and holds out her hand, “You sure you don’t want to just go in the back of my car real quick.”

He groans loudly as he stands, his hands firm on her waist. “God, mon chou, I— Fuck. No. I’m not going to— We're not having sex for the first time in a car, Evie. Jesus Christ.”

“Oh? And where will we be having sex for the first time? I want to make sure it’s on my calendar.”

He grumbles and starts pulling her back to his parents' house. “Tomorrow. When we're back in the city. In my apartment.”

“Oh yeah? And when are we leaving for this apartment?”

“As soon as possible in the morning,” he replies, clipped.

She laughs devilishly before allowing a calm silence to settle over the walk home. When they start to approach the Beauvillier home, he unlocks her rental car and leans in to grab her bags for her. She lets him catch her shamelessly admiring his body.

When their eyes meet again, she cheekily teases, “So, you’ll fuck me for the second time in a car then?”

Tito hums too loudly, exaggerating his ponderous expression. “Hmm, I’m thinking maybe it’ll be the fifth time. But yeah, sure. If that’s what you want.”

She chortles. “Wow, so confident,”

He looks over at her and winks. “Yeah, I am,” he calls over his shoulder as he unlocks the front door.

When they walk into the living room, Francis takes one look at them before he cracks up. Evie feels her cheeks flame immediately as Tito shrugs.

Their mom looks at Tito meaningfully. “If you're going to bed soon, the guest room is set up already, honey.”

It only makes Francis laugh harder, and their dad also joins in on the hooting. Evie wishes the ground would just swallow her up, even as Tito tucks her tighter to his body proudly.

Tito — June 9

The following day, Tito wakes up with the biggest smile on his face. It doesn’t even flicker once as he puts on his pajamas and heads downstairs into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mama,” he greets cheerily, dropping a kiss on her cheek.

“You’re in a good mood this morning,” she chuckles, “Something you have to tell me?”

He fusses around the kitchen, putting the kettle on. “Yeah, I guess, um… We worked it out. Last night.”

“So she’s your girlfriend now?” his mom asks, eyes glistening as she sips her coffee.

“Yes, Mama. She is,” he beams at her.

“Good,” she nodded, “You take care of her like I taught you to, okay? She’s a good one. I like her.”

“Yes, Mama, I will,” he replies, voice impossibly tender.

He revels in the comfortable silence as he makes two cups of tea. The aroma of Earl Grey fills him with so much lightness and joy he feels like he’s floating. It hits him in that moment why this particular tea has been affecting him so much.

Tito tiptoes into the guest bedroom and sets the tea down on the nightstand. He sits on the side of the bed and smiles as he brushes the hair out of Evie’s face before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

She stirs, making a pleased sound when she sees him, her face splitting into a crooked grin.

“Good morning, mon chou,” he leans in for a kiss.

She squeaks and leans away, shaking her head. “Morning breath,” she mumbles.

“Chou, I couldn't care less right now as long as I get to kiss you again. To make sure last night was not a dream.”

She giggles, and rolls her eyes before pulling him in by the collar of his hoodie. He kisses her tenderly on the lips before nuzzling into her neck.

“Did you know you smell like Earl Grey tea?” he mumbles into the soft, intoxicating skin.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. That’d be my favorite perfume. It’s got that scent profile.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whines.

She chuckles softly, “I didn’t think about it, I guess? Why should I have told you?”

He looks up and pouts, “I would’ve bought it much sooner.”

She laughs, shaking her head, pulling him in again to kiss the pout off of his full bottom lip.

“Oh,” she says, leaning over to the nightstand, “I forgot to give this to you last night. Happy birthday, Solou.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know, I wanted to. Open it!”

He recognizes the packaging immediately and furrows his brows in confusion. When he opens the box, he sees a gold chain with a single charm.

“It matches mine.” She touches her necklace reverently. “But instead of the book, it’s a library card. Do you like it?”

He rests their foreheads together. “Yes, chouchou. I love it. I really love it. But you're still the best birthday present I've ever gotten and will probably ever get. So, thank you for both those things.”

“God, you're truly so fucking soft,” she giggles before pulling him on top of her with a bruising kiss.

“Well… I’m not gonna be soft for much longer if you keep doing that,” he mumbles when she nibbles on his lips.

“Tito!” she squawks, slapping his chest, laughing.

He shrugs, trying to keep a straight face but finding her laugh to be too infectious.

“God, I fucking love you,” he whispers in wonder, his eyes scanning her face when they finally calm down.

“I love you too,” she smiles.

It hits him finally that no matter what happens after July 1st, no matter what city he ends up in, he will be okay because he has her.

That is the end!!! If you are reading this, you are truly a prince among men. Thank you so much. <3

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Welcome to My Nighmare Ch. 2

I absoluty clown on david in this and my scrunkly boi deserves it. Also, I fully believe that Paul uses the most cheesy words/phrases in his speech. He’s pulling no bitches, he’s hypnotizing women to convince the boys he has sex appeal.

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Chapter Two: The Freaks Come Out at Night

There was a dead guy on the porch of my new residence. Jesus-fucking-Christ, I’m with crazy people.

“Dad?” Lucy checked on the old man on the steps. “Dad?” She asked sounding more worried.

“If he’s dead, does that mean we get to go home?” Sam excitedly asked. Lucy gave him a stern look but was brought out of it by the dead guy.

“Playin’ dead. And doing a damn good job of it!” The old man finally spoke. Lucy hugged him, laughing off the encounter. She then told us to go inside and unpack.

“So, you’re living with us now?” Michael asked.

“Sorta,” It was kind of a complicated question, “I’m only staying until I can afford another place. Don’t get me wrong, you guys are nice, I just, Uh, want somewhere else to live. Plus, I’m sure it’s kinda weird for you guys. I mean you did just move states after your mom got a divorce and now you got some homeless kid in your house.”

“I guess.” Michael left it at that. “Well, it’s still nice to meet you. It’ll be nice having someone other than Sammie around.” Same gave him a dirty look for that.

Lucy introduced me to ‘Grandpa’ which I guess is what I was supposed to call him, the brought me to the attic. “It’s not very big, but,” she trailed off. I cut her off saying it was fine and that I was more than happy to have somewhere to be. It wasn’t really an attic anyway; it was more like a small room that had a few steps above the rest of the walkway. It overlooked a field in the back, I gazed out of the window and noticed some horses playing with Nanook. Horses are a symbol for total freedom from everything. I think maybe I finally got that freedom, even if it’s a little unorthodox.

In the room was a full-sized bed and an old chest of draws that came up around to my chest. At least there were sheets on the bed; however, they most certainly weren’t my style. It looked like someone’s grandma died and became the bed. It didn’t help that dust covered every corner of the room. I decided to unpack the few things then sweep. All my clothes fit in one of the five drawers. On top I set my Walkman, wallet, book, and new pair of sunglasses to give it a little bit of a homey feel.

“Here,” Mr. Emerson gave me some kind of taxidermized animal, “As a welcome gift.” He smiled at me. I smiled back and said thank you. At least it was kind of cute, it was a fox. I think. Maybe it was a janky coyote.

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Later that night, we clamored into the car heading for the boardwalk. It had such a different feel to it at night. I’ve always been a bit of a night owl, but oh my god this was beautiful. The lights, the salty air, the music, everything felt so alive! It wasn’t like during the day where kids rounded every corner crying and parents gave you dirty looks for wearing a crop top. No, at night, it was when the real freaks came out. Goth kids, weird surfer guys, bikers, and drunk teenagers flooded the area. They infected every corner, crevice, and as much surface area as possible. It was intoxicating.

I quickly remembered that I needed a job, fast, so I looked anywhere for a help wanted sign. I went into that bookstore from earlier, but the man just looked at me with pity. He gave some excuse of not being able to afford more people besides himself. Then there was a burger joint, the manager looked at my low-cut crop top before saying no. Seriously, what gives? I looked at a few other places and almost gave up, but a jewelry store had the sign saying HELP DESPRETLY WANTED, WILL HIRE FELONS. Couldn’t hurt, right? Every other place rejected me.

“Hi! How can I help you?” A girl a little younger asked me. She had long, straight, black hair and wore what some would consider too much blush. She was tan wit freckles, so I guess it events it out.

“Actually, I saw the sign for help wanted. Who should I talk to?” I asked as polite as I could. The girl yelled for a woman in the back.

A woman who looked like blonde Joan Crawford came out from behind a beaded curtain. She had dark purple eyeshadow and dark purple lips to complete her look. “I’m Ms. Brenda Cheney. I heard you’re looking for a job?”

“Yes ma’am,” I shook her hand and said It was nice to meet her. “When can I start?” It was a little bold, but damn I needed a job.

“Tomorrow!” she smiled while chewing her gum. “I like you kid. Be here by nine am, Jennifer will show you how to open.” Thank God. I introduced myself to Jennifer and spoke for a little bit. The rumbling of my stomach brought me out of it. I told her goodbye and that I would see her tomorrow.

After I ate probably a too processed hot dog, I noticed a really sweaty guy playing a saxophone. I didn’t usually go into crowds for fear of pickpocketing, but why the hell not? I literally just packed up and left home and I’m doing pretty good so far. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dude that looked like Billy Idol got his shit rocked and was washed out from fame. He looked disgusting, it was a little hot. The other looked like a tall, punk Shaggy, with longer hair. I think I would have been put off by a Scooby with him. They made eye contact with me. It was kind of creepy how much Billy Idol was into it, so I decided to lose him in the crowd.

I saw a familiar glimpse of black hair in the crowd and spotted Jennifer with a guy. “Hey!” I said. “Do you remember me?”

“Of course!” She said “You’re that girl that came in earlier, it’ll be nice to have someone other than Brenda and James around. This is my brother Adam,” She gestured to the guy beside her.

“Hey,” He was a little taller than me, freckles, dark brown curly hair, and best of all he had a nice ass. I noticed from when I walked behind them to catch up. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, do you guys mind if I follow you for a bit? I’m not from here.”

“Sure! I know all the best places here. Let’s do the Ferris Wheel, ice cream shop, then I’m thinking the movie rental. Sound good?” she asked.

“Sure, you seem like you got a plan.” I laughed. I scanned the boardwalk trying to locate where Jennifer was talking about, spotting the Billy Idol guy. He was just watching me. It was creepy instead of mysterious now.

“Oh, she’s bossy.” Adam piped up. I laughed, damn was he cute. Once we got to the front of the Ferris wheel they split us up into groups of two, I told them I’d catch the next one.

“I could be your rider.” The shaggy guy from earlier said, “I’m Paul, sugar."

“I’m not sugar.” I hated men like that. He apologized and asked if he could ride with me. I caved; he was weird but sadly I liked weird. I had to admit, he was decently interesting and had a good face. “And if you look over there, there’s a bridge that I jumped off of.” He pointed to a bridge not too far from here. He had been pointing to almost every location and telling me tid bits of his ‘adventures.’

I laughed, “It’s like when your mom asks, ‘if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?’ I’ve always like falling from really high places, which is ironic since I have a fear of height.”

“Nah, it’s like flying,” we reached the top. “So, you looking to hang our with some cool cats?” Paul finger gunned me. “Oh, by the way, the coaster goes higher.”

“How charming, but no thank you.” I did consider it, only for a moment, “You’re really cheesy, ya know? And maybe I’ll ride the coaster with you.” I peered down into the crown and spotted that white haired guy again, Jesus Christ he’s persistent.

“Hey, that’s what draws the babes!” Paul said bringing me out of my daze.

“I don’t think it does Paul.” I had noticed we reached the bottom when the attendee pulled the safety bar off. I thanked Paul for riding with me and suggested the coaster again, he said he had to get going. Just when you think a guy’s into you.

“Who was that guy?” Jennifer asked.

“Uh, Paul. He rode with me, so you guys didn’t have to wait.” I explained.

“Oh, ok.” she said. I spent the rest of the night with the both of them. The ice cream was good, Adam is a strawberry guy. I noticed a glimpse of white hair in the distance. I should find Lucy and go home before it’s too late. What if he’s stalking me? Is he gonna kill me?

“What’s wrong?” Adam asked. He noticed I had been acting a little weird.

“At the concert that happened earlier, there was a guy and I made eye contact with him. I started noticing him at the Ferris Wheel and at the ice cream shop. It’s like he’s stalking me.” I felt weird explaining it to Adam, maybe it was all a coincidence.

“That guy got kicked off of the boardwalk a couple of days ago, that night, the security guard that kicked him off went missing.” Adam said. I guess I was making a weird face since he said, “Well, maybe it was just a coincidence, ya know? I don’t think he wants to kill you.”

“Ok.” I didn’t really believe him. “I think I’m gonna find my ride and head back home. It’s been really nice to get to know you guys.” I waved my goodbyes and made my way to find Lucy. I spotted Nanook about 30 feet away.

“Hi Lucy, are you about to leave?” I asked her.

“Oh, yeah. I was looking for Michael, but Sam said he wandered off with someone.” She dug in her purse for her keys. We clamored into the car and mentioned her new job at the video store.

“That’s nice, I also got a job to help pay for some rent. It’s at a jewelry counter here on the board walk.” I felt bad for what I was about to say. “My job starts at nine tomorrow, it’s ok if I can’t, but could I borrow your car to get here?”

“My shift starts at ten tomorrow, so I’ll just drop you off and wait for Max’s store to open up.” She explained.

“That’s great, thank you.” Thank God. I didn’t want to have to walk like 12 miles to get here.

Once we made it back to the house, everyone started to settle in for the night. Lucy gave me some pajamas and hygiene products. It was a set she was gifted and never used. They were still in date and actually smelled pretty good. After peeling off the clothes that reeked of other people, I scrubbed every inch of my body. My mind wandered to that man from earlier. I couldn’t understand why he was watching me.

I stepped out and dried off, thankfully Lucy’s pajama’s fit me. They had hearts all over them, it was probably also gifted in the bathroom set she didn’t use. I made my way into my room and began to close the window. A man with white hair. I quickly shut the curtains and went to bed. There’s no way he knows where I live. Even if he did, we would’ve seen headlight following us, right? Eventually, I found a way to calm myself enough to fall asleep. That’s a problem for tomorrow.

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22 - The God's After Us

Part 23

She's Human or Weapon

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"I am here now my child. You're mind is just the one I'm looking for. Join me, Aurora." I saw a man dressed in armor clearly not from our time period. Shifting in my sleep on the couch I moaned wanting to block the strange voice in my head. The stranger stuck his hand out to me in my mind scape walking closer to me. "You're family is powerful, Aurora. I can't wait to meet your little Hope." Suddenly I shot awake seeing Charles rush towards me in his wheelchair. He rests the back of his hand to my forehead feeling me sweating. Hugging my knees to my chest I can feel my heart beating out of my chest. "Just breathe Rora. Just breathe, tell me what happened." He said squeezing my shoulder gently making me glance out the corner of my eye back to him. "I felt someone inside my head, Charles. But it looked like a God of some kind...he can sense Hope's power." I shutter pressing my back into the couch pillows. He tucks hair behind my ear trying to calm me down. I've had nightmares before of Shaw but nothing like this. This one felt actually real. "Mom. Dad, look who's here!" Hope entered the room coming into his office making us both gasp seeing Raven.

Swinging my legs over the couch I held my mouth opened in shock. She's not in her natural blue but her blonde hair human form being able to walk around like she's not a mutant. Charles turned his chair around smiling at his sister finally being home. "Aunt Raven!" Hope broke the silence rushing and giving her a bear hug. Raven picked her up laughing as she twirls around her niece in circles for a few minutes before sitting her on the ground. "You've gotten so big. The last time I saw you was when you were a baby." Hope grinned back at us following us into the office. Charles rolled behind the desk the smile never leaving his face. Crossing my arms over my chest letting my hair fall loose from its ponytail smiling at her. "You know, Aurora and I have plans for this place. I mean to turn it into a real campus. A university. Not just for mutants, either, for humans too. Living and working...growing together." He rolled towards the window eyeing his sister who had sat down in a chair in front of the desk. "I really believed that once. I really believed we could change them after DC." Squinting my eyes shut I felt the stranger inside my head again poking around for something. Clutching my hands into fists the golden energy trying to break through but I bloke it out when she brings up Erik.

"Just because there's not a war doesn't mean there's peace. You want to teach your kids something, teach them that. Teach them to fight. Otherwise they might as well live in this house for the rest of their lives!" Charles scoffed tilting his head back at her words. "You still sound just like him. You sound just like Erik!" Hope tugged my arm asking our small group. "Uncle Erik, what does he have to do with this?" Staring down to my daughter I nod my head yes. Raven locked eyes with her brother with a sigh hands in her lap. "He's resurfaced. He had a wife and a child. They were killed. Along with a hand full of policeman." Charles looked to me when I gasped covering my face with my hand the memories returning from last night. "Oh god. He's gonna kill them all." He turned his focus back to her with a long sigh. "The whole world will be looking for him." Hope and Raven share the same worried look knowing we must find him immediately. "But you can help me find him before they do." Heading down into the basement entering Cerebro. Charles puts the headset on taking my hand in his where I entered his mind joining our connection through the machine. Hope grabs his other hand gasping where she spoke under her breath. "Uncle Erik?" Closing my eyes he was in an abandoned building with the God creature from my nightmare along with three other mutants. "Hope..Charles...Rora?" He breathed out feeling tears welling in my eyes revisiting the pain all over again.

Hope sniffed through her own tears as I felt someone else inside my head whispering the acinet words I didn't understand. "Think of your wife. Think of your daughter. What would they have wanted?" Charles tried to pull his friend back to the side of good. "They would have wanted to live. I tried your way, Charles. I tried to be like them. Live like them. But it always ends the same way. They took everything from me. Now...we'll take everything from them!" Erik growled until Charles squeezes my hand tightly mumbling under his breath. "He's not alone." Slowly all the minds that we're red mutants turned this purple color before our eyes. "I never felt power like this beforem" Charles eyes turned black when I felt my golden energy breaking through. My eyes turned white feeling someone using my powers against me. Hope removed her hand from her father's grabbing her head groaning in pain. "I have the key now. You're daughter is the one I seek. Aurora she's the destiny." Covering my ears I hear the God voice in my head causing me to drop to my knees. Without control I raised my hand holding my daughter in her position when Alex rushed forward to Charles. "Destory it. Destory everything. Destory Cerebro...wreak havoc!" Alex and Charles both started screaming destroying the machines power.

Rolling Charles backwards I shake my head rushing to my husband who is knocked out in his chair. "Charles, Come on wake up." I shake him but nothing happens. Lifting my head up a weird purple portal opens revealing the God. Erik stared blankly at me and Raven. "Erik." We both mumbled out before he raised his right hand forward lifting Charles's wheelchair off the ground towards them. He then used his other hand drawing me forward by my necklace as soon as Hope woke up. "Charles. Aurora!" Raven screamed running towards us with Hope following her. "You shall rule like a queen, little Hope Xavier. It is your destiny. It shall be revealed." The God spoke before Alex used his power. The purple portal closed where I dropped on the ground in front of Erik spitting on his boots. "You're an asshole uncle Erik!" He just stared down at me before the God stared at me making me black out instantly.

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A strange dream || Sanzu Haruchiyo

Summary: She dreamt of a boy every night, who is he?

"Come on Y/n!" Shouted the boy, again--with the same strange dream and a same kid with a daisy haired coloured dressed in a casual thin shirt calling out for her from far, his sea blue eyes twinkle just as second she got near him "..Please tell me your name..." The boy chuckle in delight coming out as a small echoes, he began to run again hiding behind a small tree "Come on, I just want to know your name!" She shouted trying to gain the boy's attention.

He laugh at her, peeping from the tree "If I tell you, will you promise not to leave me again?" She was beyond confused 'What is he talking about? Leave? Who is she leaving? Who is he and why does he seem so familiar--Those deep sea blue eyes and the long lashes, why do he keep appears on her dreams?

"Y/n! Wake up now!" She jolted from her bed, falling to the ground with a loud thud, her friend Dee who just finished showering stood on her door with a crossed legs "You will be late for your flight." She gasped, "Oh my god! I'm going back to Japan!"

"Yes exactly, now hurry up!" She went to take a shower, wearing a plain white collar tee with kneed-long leather coat and a pair of slack, she uses her boots and apply a simple make up look "You done?" Her friend peeked from the door with a bag of chip in her arm "My gosh, I can't already imagined how's this dorm gonna look like if I wasn't here to take care of it..." Dee laugh it off, slapping the back of her friend's shoulder "I'll make sure to keep it dust-free just enjoy your little time at Japan." She thanked her with a hug "Aw I'm gonna stay there for a few months, I'm sure I'm gonna miss you~ And Malaysian foods too! No!" Dee smile at her friend's antics before petting her head goodbye. The sound of car honking heard from the lobby of their apartment "It must be your uber, go and get your luggages!" She helped Y/n making sure she wouldn't forgot to bring anything with her and skipped downstairs.

The driver helps by putting all two luggages at the trunk and assist Y/n inside "Going now, see you Dee!" The waved each other goodbye until the sight of the apartment could not be seen anymore, Y/n plays with her phone for a couple of minutes before putting it back inside her slack pocket and connected her earpieces to the bluetooth of her phone and shuffles music.

The music started slow making her feel sleepy again, she lean her head against the window having a small nap while waiting until they arrived at the airport

The flight finally about to take off and you couldn't wait any much longer, finally after years chatting online and calling you are meeting your family and old friends again, you was so happy you could not help smiling from ear to ear, your eyes wandering around the place looking for a spot to seat while you waited for your parents you up but instead your eyes locked to someone, dressed in purple stripes coat, his appealing pink hair make him stood out of all, his sharp eyes looking around with a smile on his face--his mouth! Now that you noticed it, on both of the corners of his lip had a scars, it shaped like diamond and now that's he smiling so widely making the scars stretched "Remind me of someone..." It slipped from your mouth sub-consciously, you immediately think of the boy from your dream--And someone you knew from the past! You gasped "Haruchiyo?!" You. Are. Doomed.

You think he had seem to heard you because he turned his head around, you panicked, rapidly turning your head around and rush to the main entrance but a strong grip held onto your arm making you yelled in pain, those deep blue eyes--it's staring at you but it wasn't like the same old days, watching you in admiration, that big doe eyes eventually turned sharp and cold like ice "How do you know my name?" You gulped, well there's no way he would remember you right and you can just go and greet him like "Oh hi, it's me Y/n your childhood best friend. We used to bath with each other when we were kids!"

That is so embarrassing "I'm asking you woman," You cough "First of all, it's rude to call someone 'woman' when they have a name but that doesn't matter since you don't even remember me, anyways second please let go of my hand first, you'll leave bruise." He hesitantly lets go, stepping back a bit and fold his arm "Now answer my question." He change the topic right away, you make a face at him, he chuckle sarcastically at you "Whatever, It'll be just a waste of time talking to you..." He held onto you again but this time by your coat "I won't let go until you answered me." You sigh, already getting frustrated "Would you at least try to remember when I told you this so that I would be less embarrassed?" He shrugged "It depends." You huffed "...Uhh well, I'm Y/n, if you remember we used to be friend when we were kids then I moved away...? Jeez why is so hard to say...?!" He statued on place "Hah, so it's you. Chubs.." You blushed at the nickname unconsciously hitting him on the head with your bag out of shock

You freaked out "I'm sorry..!" He scoffed first following a laugh after "It's fine, it's fine." You breath a sigh of relief "Now that we meet again, isn't that fate? How about we celebrate this with a drink at the bar and talks to catch up?" You glance up at him then nodded "Sure, a small talk won't harm."

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Another December Prompt

@til-true sent this one as a reply <3

lams x family

Went with some bendies for this one <333

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“Merry Christmas!”

His family’s house is decorated more than it ever was growing up, and John can only attribute that to Jemmy and Polly, the last of his siblings to still be living at home. Both of his youngest siblings had never lacked in holiday spirit, and it shows now in the garland wrapped all the way down the bannister of the grand staircase in the entry way, the wreaths covering not only the front door, but also the windows, the way the outside of the house is perfectly lined in soft yellow Christmas lights.

Speak of the devils, both of them appear not a minute after he calls out into the house, along with several of his nieces scampering in close behind. Eli and Ellie immediately make a break for it, chasing after their cousins as they disappear into another room before John or Alex have a chance to take off their coats.

Frances huffs a sigh, shrugging off her own new coat. She’s been growing like a weed over the last year. John is just glad that with the whole crop of children his sister seems to be creating, he at least has someone to pawn off all the clothes she’s outgrown onto.

Martha herself hurries into the entryway a moment later, looking decidedly stressed as she calls back into the kitchen at another one of her kids, warning them not to eat any of just-out-of-the-oven cookies.

They all hug and say hello, even Alex, though he hangs back a little and waits until John’s family comes to him. It’s certainly an improvement from the first years they did this at least.

Martha wraps their daughter in a big hug, earning a grumble from Frances, but she smiles and hugs her aunt back.

“Hey kiddo. How’s it going?”

“You just saw me two weeks ago,” she mutters, squirming out of the hug.

“That’s the Christmas spirit.” Martha beams as Francis rolls her eyes and allows Polly to pull her aside to catch up, the two girls being, somewhat ridiculously, closer in age that most of Frances’s cousins are to her. “She’s getting so big,” she says to John, once Frances and Polly have retreated into some other room.

“I know. She’s already competing at level 10.”

“...not everything needs to be measured in gymnastics standards, you know.”

Alex laughs while John throws his sister an unamused look. “Well excuse me, but you would too if you were in the gym with her every day of the week.”

“When your newborn pops out,” Alex interjects, “I’m going to start referring to it as a level 0.”

Martha laughs, shaking her head good naturedly.

Henry finally rounds the corner a moment later, a new cane steadying his steps. “Sorry,” he says, “Davie was showing me the new remote control car that Santa brought him.”

“Santa spent way too much on things that will probably be broken in a couple of weeks,” Martha muttered under her breath.

“Dad,” John greeted, pulling him into an awkward hug, ovelry careful not to upset his balance, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Henry,” Alex echoed, opting for a polite nod and a smile.

“Merry Christmas, boys.” He craned his neck, looking about the entryway. “Where are my grandkids?”

“You’re getting too slow for them,” Martha chuckled. “God knows where they all got off to. Probably tearing your house apart as we speak.”

“They certainly better not be,” Henry said sternly, though he couldn’t help but smile. “Well, come on in, then. We have some appetizers set out. Drinks in the fridge.”

“I picked up some IPAs on the way back from school.”

John turned towards his little brother, eying the can in his hand. “There’s no way you’re old enough to drink.”

“I turned twenty-one last month! You knew that!”

John raised his brows. “I knew you had a birthday. No way it was your twenty-first.”

“Swear to God.”

“You are making me feel ridiculously old right now.”

“You feel old?” Henry chuckled.

“Okay, fair point.”

They all followed Henry into the living room where an array of appetizer trays had been set out on the coffee table, John taking a the loveseat with Alex as they all gathered around, the television set to one of those fake fireplace streams.

“So, how are the kids?”

“They’re good. Ellie and Eli are doing well in kindergarten, according to their teacher.”

“If you ignore the fact that Eli is apparently biting the other kids,” Alex added, “and Ellie has picked up some not so nice words from one of the other little heathens at school and won’t stop repeating them.”

John rubs a tired hand over his face, and Henry laughs. “They sound more like they could be your sister’s children than yours.”

Martha scoffs, picking a carrot from one of the trays. “Rude.”

Ignoring her, Henry continues, “And Frances?”

“She’s doing great. I was worried with all of the time she spends on gymnastics we’d have to worry more about her grades but–”

“She’s a perfectionist,” Alex finished for him, hint of exasperation in his voice. Ironic, all things considered. “She stresses herself out over her grades before we ever get the chance.”

“Well I’m glad she’s doing well,” Henry told them with a fond smile. “When’s the next meet?”

“Not until after the holidays. Second week of January.” John taps the screen of his phone, already pulling the information up. “I’ll send you the event info.”

“Thank you.”

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Later, once the Christmas ham is out of the oven and everyone’s plates are piled with deliciously fattening foods, John glances down the table, then over to the kids table, tacked on at the end. It’s hard to believe how much their family has grown, how much things have changed, over the last several years. If someone had asked him all those years ago, he would have never imagined the holidays could feel like this. Would never have thought Alex would be welcomed in so completely. Never could have imagined having kids of their own, never mind all of the nieces and nephews running around. Seeing Martha’s kids playing with their own always felt a little strange. Like, how did they get here? John and his sister were just kids themselves not too long ago.

And the biggest surprise, all these years later, was the change the years seemed to instill in his father. With each new grandchild, he seemed to grow more and more indulgent. John almost wants to laugh, watching him now. Part of him thinks it’s not fair. It would almost be easier, knowing Henry’s stubborn discipline was some immutable trait rather than something that would fade with time and growing sentimentality.

But that hardly mattered when he watched him with the kids after dinner, passing out presents to every single one of them and glowing with pride.

Perhaps it wasn’t fair, but that didn’t stop it from being good now.

And as he leaned against Alex’s shoulder, watching Frances open up a brand new journal with a big smile on her face, he couldn’t help but be perfectly content with the world and the family they had grown into.

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On AO3 here :)

#lams #bendy boys #bendies 💜#john laurens #alexander hamilton #john laurens/alexander hamilton #fanfiction #gymnastics au #christmas fic #my writing

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Twelve

(Sorry I forgot to update here last week! I’m going to post 4 chapters today to catch up)

Steve and Grace are reunited and it feels so good.

The flight to D.C. left early, at six AM, which meant Grace had to be up and ready to leave the house at four. By the time Jarvis prompted her to get out of bed, she’d already been laying there with her eyes open for ages, too excited to actually sleep.

“What hotel are you staying at?” Tony asked as they drove the hour to LAX from their home in Malibu. “Did you give them my credit card?”

“Dad, I told you, I’m staying with Steve,” she knew he didn’t want to hear it, but maybe if she said it enough times he’d understand. “He said I can crash on his couch.”

“You know, Gracie, men that age, they’re only after one thing,” he carried on.

“Oh? What’s that?” She chuckled.

“Someone young and able-bodied to change their diapers and give them sponge baths as they slowly decline.” He stated it with full seriousness, which made her laugh even harder.

“He’s my friend and I wanted a chance to hang out with him, that’s all. And as a shrink, I wanted to make sure he’s adjusting all right to living on his own,” she lied. “He’s going to show me the sights, since I’ve never been to D.C. before. I’ll take in some history, see if there’s any work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I can bring back home with me, and just generally have a nice little vacation.”

“Last time I was in D.C. I was on trial,” Tony muttered. “But I guess I can see how it might appeal to some as a vacation destination.”

He dropped her off curbside at the airport, getting out of the car to pull her suitcase out of the trunk. Giving her a tight hug, he kissed her on the top of the head and sighed.

“Say hi to Capsicle for me,” he relinquished his hold on her. “And give Fury a little trouble, will you? Since I can’t do it myself.”

“Sure,” Grace laughed, pulling up the handle on her little rolling suitcase and adjusting the backpack on her shoulder. “Be good, Dad. I love you.”

“Love you too, kid,” he smiled, those soft brown eyes of his crinkling at the corners and lighting with joy.

Her sleepless night caught up with her on the plane and she slept for most of the five-hour flight. When they landed, she stopped in one of the terminal restrooms to check her appearance in the mirror. She had dressed casually, wearing tailored black jeans and a tee shirt with a print of cartoon corgis on it under a cozy black cardigan. She had wanted to dress up, but her dad would’ve asked questions she couldn’t answer honestly if she got too dolled up.

And besides, Steve doesn’t really care what I wear. He’s used to seeing me in everything from pajamas to dresses.

Weaving her way around other travelers moving with less conviction, she made her way to luggage claim, which is where Steve had said he’d meet her. Her heart hammered in her ears as she rode the escalator down to that level, her eyes scanning the room. When she spotted him, standing there with his hands in his jeans pockets, wearing a baseball cap with the NASA logo and a sky blue Henley under a navy blue jacket, she felt her heart flip-flop.

No one seemed to notice that Captain America was standing right there. With his hands in his pockets, his posture shrunk inward enough that no one paid him much attention and the hat helped to shield his identity, he looked like just any other guy.

A bright, uncontrollable smile lit Steve’s face when he caught sight of her, and he looked as though every worry in his life had vanished. As soon as she stepped off the escalator, he scooped her into his arms, her feet leaving the ground as he hugged her tightly. Grace threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, enjoying the familiar security of his arms.

“I knew you’d come,” he confessed with a grin as he finally set her to her feet. “Though there was a tiny fear in the back of my mind that Tony opened that sketchbook before you.”

“Oh my god, could you imagine?” Grace laughed. “He would’ve been suited up and at your door within the day.” She rolled her eyes and Steve let out a half-hearted, nervous chuckle. “I really missed you,” she watched a pleased blush creep across his cheeks.

“I missed you too,” he smiled. Someone hollered “Steve!” across the baggage claim, making his head pop up, but it was for someone else. “Come on, let’s get out of here before someone recognizes me,” he took her hand.

As they took the metro to his apartment, Steve caught her up on his new day to day life, the things he liked about the city. He carried her suitcase in one hand and held her hand in the other as they walked, chatting and laughing, the rest of the world forgotten as they made up for lost time. His new place was on a relatively quiet, tree-lined street full of old historic rowhomes. It seemed fitting for him, comfortable in its age, a bit artsy, definitely charming.

“It’s smaller than what you’re used to,” Steve warned as he turned the key and let her in. “But since it’s just me, I like it.”

He ushered her into a light-filled room, one whole wall full of windows that overlooked the street. It looked exactly like he’d drawn it, with their slouchy old leather couch, small tv, the tiny kitchen with no more than two square feet of counter space, and the little table and chairs that they’d shared so many meals and moments at together. Off to the other side was the bathroom and the open door to Steve’s bedroom, which held his simple bed with white sheets, made with military precision.

“I think it’s lovely,” Grace turned to face him and saw he’d taken his cap off. “You cut your hair,” she exclaimed in surprise and watched a flash of panic cross his face. It was a more modern look, a little more spiky, less fluffy, but it suited him. “It looks good,” she smiled and watched him relax again.

“Nat kept telling me I looked like a boy scout, which I gathered was bad, so I figured it was time for an update,” he chuckled, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it and his keys on a hook by the door. He plucked up her suitcase again and held it in one hand, shuffling into the living room. “So, you can take the bed. I know you don’t sleep well on a couch, so I’ll sleep out here.”

“Or,” Grace didn’t know how comfortable he would be with the proposition, but figured she’d give it a shot anyway, “we could both sleep in the bed and neither one of us will have to suffer on the couch.” She watched the tops of his ears go pink and he let out a laugh, eyes scrunching a little. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” he shook his head. He kept his head down slightly, but glanced up at her, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to presume—”

“Steve, I flew across the country to spend a week with you,” she pointed out.

“Yes, you did.” Setting her suitcase down, he stepped closer to her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his chest, grinning down at her. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Please do,” she snickered.

Leaning down, he started slow, brushing his lips like a light whisper against hers. Grace shut her eyes happily and as he kissed her again, deeper, more passionately, she slipped her arms around his neck, holding him closer. Her fingers scratched lightly at the nape of his neck and into his hair. The hunger from their first kiss had only grown and he pressed his body to hers, kissing her until he finally, reluctantly, pulled back, both of them breathless.

“We should—” his brilliant blue eyes met hers, clearly hesitant, searching for a cue on what she wanted to do next.

“Mhmm,” Grace nodded. “Maybe go see the sights?”

With a nod and one final, lingering kiss, Steve stepped back and relinquished his hold on her hips. Grace watched him go as he plucked up her suitcase and took it to the bedroom. She couldn’t stop smiling, touching her fingertips to her lips, and admiring how nice he looked, even from the back in just jeans and a cotton shirt.

“Ready?” He came back into the room and she nodded. “Good.”

They took the metro to the National Mall. As they walked along, hand in hand, just another couple in the crowd, Steve asked her questions about the projects she was working on with her father’s company, down to minute details, endeavoring to understand all the fine details and beaming at the giddy excited way she bounced a little on the balls of her feet as she talked about it. He laughed as she told him about all the mischief she and Tony got up to together in his workshop. He told her what details he could about his work with S.H.I.E.L.D., running missions with Agent Romanoff, getting more into modern things. Their conversation was peppered with Steve pointing out the different monuments. They stopped at a local ice cream shop and got cones, rocky road for him, mint chip for her.

“I had to get my driver’s license,” he said off-handed as conversation shifted to upcoming elections, since they were in D.C. after all. “Had to take a driving test and everything.”

“Wait, didn’t you have a license before?” Grace eyed him suspiciously, finishing her cone. “The government couldn’t like, make an exception to just renew it?”

“I never got one before,” he shrugged.

They got back to his apartment and he fumbled for a moment with the keys. Grace took a deep breath, enjoying the air conditioning after being in the swampy humidity of the city.

“You seriously never got a license?” She thought about all the photos and news reels she’d seen of him driving different vehicles. “You drove trucks and motorcycles. You flew planes.”

“In the military, they give you training and a special license for whatever equipment they want you to drive,” he explained, hanging his keys on the hook while Grace turned on the lights. “Before the serum, I couldn’t even really see over the wheel of a car anyway, so…”

Grace cracked up and watched the slow smile creep over Steve’s lips and he let out a little snicker. She dropped to a seat on the couch.

“I wouldn’t have been able to eat that ice cream either,” he added, plopping down next to her. “I was allergic to pretty much everything.”

“Hmm,” Grace paused, squinting for a minute before she flashed him an impish smile, one that she knew she’d inherited from her dad, even before she met him. “What about latex?”

Steve sputtered, laughing, as his face turned bright red. He shook his head.

“I mean, I don’t want to be presumptuous,” she kept going, scooting a little closer to him. “But if you wanted to give it a try, we could.”

“I’m not sure what you’re suggesting is how I want to test if that particular allergy is gone,” he stated. “Do you want to be the one to call an ambulance for that sort of allergic reaction?”

Playfully, Grace shifted and climbed into Steve’s lap, sitting face to face, her hands on his shoulders. He grinned, looking up at her, and bit his bottom lip. Grabbing her hips, he held her close, giving her a little tug. She used her fingertips to scratch lightly into his hair, which made him shut his eyes and hum happily.

“If you’re willing to risk it,” she leaned in and pressed a whisper soft kiss to his lips, “I promise, I will call 911 if anything bad happens. But nothing bad is going to happen.”

He smiled into her kiss then deepened it.

“I won’t know what to do,” he pulled away from her, suddenly timid, gaze falling. “I’ve never—”

Grace hooked a finger under his chin and made him look up at her.

“Then you’ll just have to do exactly as I tell you,” she said with a smirk. “You can take orders, can’t you Captain?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he locked eyes with her and grinned.

He stood up, catching her off guard, but he kept her in his grasp as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He strode confidently to the bedroom, kissing her as he went, and kicked the door shut behind them with his heel.

Chapter 11

Masterlist

Chapter 13

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sab3rto0thed · 2 months

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last week, i met a little girl. she was exactly like me. it was like putting both legs in a swimming pool and then being pulled all of the way in, hitting your head on the bottom and drowning.

i guess little isn't a fair thing to call her. she is fifteen. when i was fifteen, i did not feel very little. looking back at that now, i ache.

she was exactly like me. she had a sort of bouncing, childish joy that lit up her little corner. she looked younger than she really was, maybe twelve or thirteen. her front teeth were crooked. she maybe had freckles, but maybe not. maybe her ex boyfriend told her she did and she didn't, but now it's drilled into her as a facet of her personality. that shit happens with ex-boyfriends, you know.

her ex-boyfriend worked at the car wash right next to the gas station that i work at. we would hang out in between shift. i would drive him home and listen to him whine about anything and everything, including foreign chocolate and dead teenagers that actually deserved to die, apparently. it was like being in the car with my own ex-boyfriend, except i was finally the one driving, which meant i had the power.

i didn't know he was seeing her until she dumped him. he loitered around the counter at the gas station i work at, tears in his eyes, face stoic. he kept asking me for hugs. when i dumped my ex-boyfriend, he guilted me and wrote me a suicide note and then slit his wrists and landed himself in the hospital. i texted him four months after the break up asking if he meant to hurt me so bad. he asked me why the hell i was asking him that, when i had been the one to fuck him up. he was the one with gashes in his wrists and bad hair dye.

he was nineteen. i was sixteen. he wrecked my relationships for the better part of a year even though i never spoke to him again. i would see him while i was working―brown hair, a hat, the way someone walks. i would feel panic so sharply that my entire body would turn inside out. whenever older men ask me out, i have to hide in the coat rack until one of my coworkers find me. when they ask what the hell i am doing, i have to laugh it off. i cannot let them see this remnant of myself, this relic. i am strong and important and independent, untouchable, utterly vicious. i was never scared.

my friend―he is eighteen. the girl―she is fifteen. do you see the similarities?

he lied to me about everything. her age, her existence, her name. when i finally confronted him, he laughed in my face. i withered. my coworkers that had met him, the ones that were softer around the edges and believed in true love when random boys brought me gift bags, told me i should forgive him. three years is not a big deal, they said. he's a good kid―attractive, humble, kind. going places.

that's what everyone said about my ex-boyfriend too, until they saw my hands shaking.

i sent my friends, the ones still in high school, to do some renaissance work on the girl. they came back with this―he kissed her without asking, he tried to touch her in a movie theatre. she was fifteen. all i could think of was my own ex laughing about how he had fucked this girl in a movie theatre―it was all her fault, he had said, all her doing. she had been fourteen.

here is the thing―i stopped going to school. i slept for more time than i was awake. i became nocturnal and sat clothed in the bathtub as the water caught up to my chin. i still fumble razors and think about smashing glass. i still think about pressing a hot lighter into my skin, the way he showed me.

that experience has fundamentally changed the way i think about intimacy. whenever someone puts their hands underneath my shirt, i want to cry. when a boy hugs me, i tangle my fingers together so they don't see my hands shaking. my more recent ex found another girl to have sex with, even though i told him multiple times―my god, i was groomed when i was fifteen, alright? he doesn't want to hear the details. no one wants to hear the details.

back then, i had no one around to protect me. now i am always looking for protection in others, pursuing only those i know won't pursue me back. sometimes, i seriously doubt i will ever stop hiding in coat racks.

there is a girl. she is fifteen, the exact same age i was when it happened. she has two crooked front teeth. i shook her hand, and she laughed nervously―"i don't do handshakes," she said.

i laughed. "don't worry. me neither."

she relaxed a little.

i do handshakes, actually, but she doesn't need to know that. i lie a lot, about little things. i don't need to know her and also do handshakes at the same time. i am hiding in the coat rack for the sheer amusement of the experience. i am gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles as we drive down this street because i like having control of the car.

the other kids treat her the way i was treated. they are fond of her in a very detached way. they think she's a little annoying, a little immature. i think she just wants to be included. i think it is enough for her to be in a room with them. i pray to god they are protecting her the way no one protected me, because i can't watch her be like this in four years. the idea of that is like murder.

i don't really believe in god, so it's hard to pray about something with conviction. but there is this―i think about her every day, and i really hope someone is looking out for her. i really hope she is going to be alright. she made it out a lot faster than i did―and maybe that will be enough. i hope so badly that it is.

i can't save everyone. sometimes one person has got to be enough. even if that person is me―fifteen, crooked teeth, so tired. if i were to tell her anything, it would be this: when you are sixteen, someone will hug you. you will not flinch. and you will realize that night, alone in your bedroom, that people want you alive.

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SLEEP BABY

featuring: EREN JAEGER

content: FLUFF, GN!READER

word count: 739

a/n: i have had this drabble in my head for months so finally!! woo!! based on this old post of mine <3

“Eren, I’m back!” you yell out, preparing yourself for the usual excitement your arrival causes.

Typically the moment you step foot into your shared apartment, you hear him run from whatever room he was in. As soon as he makes it to the doorway he’ll bombard you with hugs and kisses all over your face no matter how long you were gone. Whether it be five minutes or five hours, he greets you just the same. It was always a good day when you get to come home to someone who is just overjoyed by your mere presence.

The lack of noise took you by surprise and had you second-guessing if he heard you call out. You would be lying to yourself if the lack of celebration for your mere presence didn’t disappoint you a little. You just love opening the front door to those sweet, green eyes that look at you as if you’re everything he could ever want and more. You’re almost positive that the love you hold for him also shines through your gaze. Coming home isn’t going back to the cute, little apartment the two of you managed to score last year. Coming home is merely getting to run into his arms, exchanging sweet kisses, and seeking comfort in that warm, fuzzy feeling rushing throughout your entire body whenever you see his face.

“Ren?” You quickly hang your coat up by the door before locking it, “Hello?”

You walk down the hall, looking around for him. Surely he would have texted you and told you he was heading out, not that he needed to but he just likes to let you know what he’s up to in general. Turning the corner, you peek into the kitchen and the living room, but there was no Eren to be found. Maybe you should start making flyers with “Missing: Eren Jaeger. Age 22. Reward $5. Please return to (Y/N) (L/N) if found.” printed on them. You giggle to yourself at the mental image in your head as you peek into your bedroom only to be greeted by the most adorable sight.

Eren’s lying on the left side of the bed, his side of the bed, on his back. Long, brown hair that appeared to have once been pulled back is now all sprawled out on the pillow with a few pieces in the front framing his face. His mouth is slacked up a little, he might’ve even been drooling for all you know, and he is shirtless underneath the covers. On the right side of the bed, a pillow is there in your place. He is tightly holding onto it, cuddling it just like he does to you every single night.

You quickly pull out your phone to snap a picture of him. God, could he get any cuter? And right after the thought enters his mind, you conclude that, yes, he can! He mindlessly scrunches his face up, similar to a grumpy little kid, and flips over to his side while keeping the pillow in his grasp. Now satisfied by the change of position, his face softens into a content expression as he pulls the pillow even closer. Burying his face into the pillow he nuzzles it, bending his knees up a little as he does so.

You let yourself enjoy the view for a minute, absorbing everything one last time before walking over to the bed pulling the pillow away, quickly taking its place, which wakes Eren up. You’re facing him and he blinks a few times, not quite registering what exactly is happening in his sleepy haze. When he comes to, his face lights up at the realization you are home.

“Baby,” he says, voice both raspy and soft, but still laced with enthusiasm “You’re back.”

With a soft smile on his face, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him to press a lazy kiss on your lips.

“Missed you,” he mutters in between kisses, still grinning. He’s so gentle in every single way as his lips move against yours. His hands roam your back, sneaking up your shirt to caress your skin. You find that your arms have made their way around his neck while you’re all pressed up against his shirtless frame as he deepens the kiss. He always tastes so sweet, even with his sleepy breath.

“Missed you more.”

#eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger fluff #eren jaeger x reader fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot x reader fluff #attack on titan x reader fluff #aot fluff #attack on titan fluff #em writes

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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Theo: What a pleasant surprise. The personification of darkness and the duke paying a visit to my realm.

Erebus: *just staring coldly at him*

MC: I should thank you for welcoming us, my lord.

Theo: *smiles* You are so elegant, Your Grace. That the rumors about you make no justice.

Erebus: *clicks his tongue*

MC: May I know what kind of rumors are circulating around? *has a gentle smile on their face*

Theo: Like, how the duke is an ambitious person.

Theo: Seeing you now, I don't see any glimpse of that.

MC: *chuckles*

MC: How ironic it is, my lord, that you see me that way.

Theo: Hm? What do you mean?

MC: I mean, the fact that you see me as someone with no ambition, makes me wonder...

MC: Why you sent your angels in our home and killed my helpless child.

Theo: ...

MC: What's wrong, my lord?

MC: You seem... terrified.

Erebus: My child, you're scaring the bastard.

MC: Oh, mother. He shouldn't be. It's not like he would be able to feel anything.

*The god of Light, Theo, has turned into a marble stone*

Erebus: How are you feeling right now, MC? Anything special about his powers?

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* I hate it, mother.

Erebus: As expected. However, *patting their shoulder* you should get used to it from now on.

Erebus: MC, the new god of light.

MC: Mother...

Erebus: *embraces them* I'll visit you from time to time. I promise.

MC: I'll visit you instead, mother. I'll make this realm a better place.

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*a hundred years have passed*

Luke: Simeon? Where should I put this new vase?

Simeon: In the corner, Luke.

Luke: Which corner?

Simeon: *chuckles* Beside the drawer, Luke.

Luke: Okay!

Michael: It seems that Luke is energetic today.

Simeon: You'd finally woke up, Michael.

Michael: *laughs* Raphael went to my room and started nagging about me being a sleepyhead.

Simeon: *smiles* Ah, he's acting like everyone's alarm clock, I see.

Michael: ...

Michael: Simeon, thank you for accepting us.

Simeon: ...

Simeon: Please not again—

Michael: *sniffles* But even so, how I wished the god mommy had let me stay by their side.

Simeon: Don't address Their Grace as "mommy" or "daddy". I'm gonna kill you.

Lucifer: *visiting* Ugh. Seriously. This is the first thing I see upon entering the door?

Michael: Lucifer! *goes to hug him*

Lucifer: Go away!

*the rest of the brothers entering as well*

Asmo: Simeon-dear, I don't think the interior design is lit.

Belphie: No. I think Luke is just messing it up.

Luke: *struggles to put things down because everything he touches ended up floating*

Raphael: *came to help* Luke, you should have called me.

Luke: Sorry!

Mammon: Oi, Satan. You've been staring at them.

Satan: *frowns slightly* I just feel jealous looking at them.

Levi: Me too!

Beel: Stop that. Or Their Grace will know about it.

Lucifer: Speaking of Their Grace, has they arrived yet?

Mammon: Lord Diavolo and Barbatos will be the one to pick them up, right?

Lucifer: But they're taking so long.

Diavolo: Ha! Finally we're here!

Barbatos: Young master.

Diavolo: Oh, sorry. I forgot about my manners. But it was so fun to be in the sanctuary!

Barbatos: Indeed.

MC: I'm glad you two took a liking in that place. Always remember that everyone is welcome.

Simeon and Luke: Your Grace! *runs to hug them*

MC: *chuckles*

Belphie: Hey, Simeon! Luke! It's our turn to hug Their Grace!

Simeon: Your Grace? Will you able to stay with us for a little while?

MC: Yes. I had your siblings to look after the little ones.

Simeon: *smiles*

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The brothers and Luke: *falling asleep on MC*

Raphael: Your Grace, should I wake them up?

MC: No, Raphael. It's alright. Why don't you go ahead and rest too?

Raphael: But—

Michael: I'll go ahead! Thank you! *snores in a matter of seconds*

Raphael: ...

Raphael: Then, I will.

Diavolo, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Simeon: ...

Diavolo: Since the kids are asleep now, shall we prepare the drinks?

Barbatos: Young master, I honestly think that we shouldn't especially since Their Grace is here.

MC: Do as you wish everyone. But make sure to quiet down a little.

Simeon: Your Grace, how are you? Are the others not giving you a hard time?

MC: *chuckles* Simeon, you shouldn't worry. Your siblings aren't toddlers.

Lucifer: Well, I could see the dark circles under your eyes.

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* I don't think so, Lucifer. Especially not in this form.

Lucifer: But I'm sure you didn't get a wink of sleep. I could tell.

MC: ...

MC: You should take a nap, Lucifer.

Lucifer: What— *falls asleep as soon they cradle him*

Diavolo: Ah, thank you for stopping him.

Barbatos: Don't worry, young master. I'm still here to nag at you.

Simeon and MC: *chuckles*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me brothers #obey me simeon #obey me michael #obey me raphael #obey me theo #obey me erebus #the ruins of second celestial war

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worksby-d · 3 years

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐈𝐭

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Request: “Chris x Reader where they’re friends and had a one-night stand that resulted in a child between them, and although they aren’t together romantically, they maintain a close friendship while raising their kid. The kid is like 3 or 4, and Chris is dating someone, but he hears her make a comment about how Reader just got pregnant on purpose to trap him for his money...”

Warnings: RPF, mention of a one-night stand, dad!Chris, Chris’ ex gf is shitty, starts a little slow maybe?? but stick around for some classic protective!Chris and friends to lovers vibes hehe

Word count: ~1,500

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Barging into Chris’ house in a hurry, the first thing you hear is your son’s feet hitting the hardwood floor as he runs to greet you. “Mom!”

“Oh,” you chuckle seeing him run around without a shirt on. Crouching down, he runs into you, opening his arms for a hug. “Hi buddy. Did you have fun? Where’s your dad?” You continue asking him about his weekend as you stand back up, and take his hand, pulling him along with you to find Chris. “We gotta get home. He has plans tonight, and I’m late–”

He's standing there laughing when you turn the corner into the kitchen where he just got done cleaning up from dinner. “Very late,” he teases, hoisting the boy up on the counter so he can put his shirt back on him.

“I'm sorry,” you cringe, genuinely feeling bad even though he's clearly not bothered by it. “My meeting just kept going and going. No one would shut– be quiet,” you correct yourself in front of little ears. “I sped here though! I know you have a date, so–”

“It’s okay,” he laughs, cutting off your rambling. “I don't want you speeding, by the way,” he warns playfully, shooting you a look. “Why don't you stay and give him a b-a-t-h so he’s ready for b-e-d. Maybe he’ll s-l-e-e–”

“Wow okay, yeah.” You wave your hands to get him to stop talking and help your son back onto the floor, telling him to race you to the upstairs bathroom. “I had too long of a day for you to be spelling things at me. But that’s a good idea. Then we'll get out of here, I promise.”

“Take your time,” he smiles, watching you turn away to book it up the steps.

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It’s only a couple minutes later when his girlfriend arrives. Setting her stuff on the counter, she heads to the bathroom to freshen up quickly before they go out.

While he waits, he rummages for a spare key to lay on the counter for you so you can lock his door when you leave, but in the process he gets distracted by her phone vibrating loudly against the marble countertop. She mustn't have locked it before setting it down, so without meaning to, he finds himself engrossed in the text conversation she was having with a friend just minutes before.

Maybe that's what I should do. She's set for life now, is what the newest message reads. He wouldn't have given it a second thought if he hadn't caught a glimpse of your name a few messages up.

His face falls as he scrolls through the chat bubbles, even more so realizing she was sat just outside in her car having the conversation.

Oh God, Y/N is still here 🙄 Probably trying to talk him out of going out with me.

Who?

His baby mama. Apparently they're still best friends. They had a one-night stand five years ago, I guess. Hence he's stuck with the kid.

That was no accident lmao

That’s what I say. She obviously did it on purpose to keep him and his money around.

“What are you doing?”

Her voice from across the room when she sees him looking at her phone barely fazes him, anger having taken over every one of his senses.

Exhaling a deep breath through his nose, he finally looks up, running a hand over his beard, trying to gather his thoughts. “Just reading these nice messages you were sending about Y/N.”

“Oh, come on,” she tries to wave it off. “I was kidding… You know?”

“Kidding about which part exactly?” He looks back down to reread the messages to her. “The part here where you imply I’m stuck–” He emphasizes the word with air quotes. “–with my son. Or… This part where you accuse Y/N of being some kind of gold digger? Which part was a joke?”

“I'm sorry,” she says carefully. “But everyone thinks it, Chris.”

“No,” he shakes his head, finally putting her phone down. “No, not people who know me and her. People who know me know I love my son, and I love his mother. She is one of my best friends. Sometimes my only friend, I think.”

“Babe, don’t say that–”

“Stop.” He steps back when she reaches to rest a hand on his arm. “You need to leave before they come back down here.”

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Upstairs, you were oblivious to the entire exchange until the very end. The only part you hear is Chris telling her to leave when you step into the hallway to quickly grab a towel for your son.

Not knowing what caused it, you take your time getting him in his pajamas and getting all his stuff together to go home, giving Chris a minute alone.

When you finally reappear downstairs, he’s sitting at his table with a beer, tie removed and buttons on his shirt undone, clearly not going anywhere anymore tonight.

“I thought I heard someone come in,” you break the silence, deciding to play clueless, not wanting him to know you heard anything. “Where'd she go?”

“Oh,” he jumps, sitting up straighter now that you guys are standing there. “She decided she wasn't feeling well,” he shrugs. “So she left.”

Nodding slowly, you let it go for now, and start to tell him you're on your way out, but he’s quick to interject.

“It’s getting late. Would you guys just wanna stay the night?”

“Oh, I don't know,” you pretend to ponder, as if you don't already know what your son’s answer is going to be. “Buddy,” you squeeze his hand and look down at him. “You want to spend one more night here with dad?”

“Sleepover with daddy!” He nods excitedly, running off with his blanket to claim his spot on the sofa, knowing that means a movie night is in store.

“Sleepover with daddy it is,” you laugh.

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The young boy ends up falling asleep pretty quickly, his head resting on Chris' legs while the rest of his body separates the two of you.

“Hey…” Your voice softly pierces the quiet of the dark room to get his attention. “What really happened before? I heard the part where you told her to leave.”

He drops his head back and lets out a deep sigh before facing you and telling you everything.

“I wish I was with you for the money,” you scoff jokingly when he's done. “You haven't given me any!”

“Yeah because you refuse to take it,” he laughs, but pauses suddenly and looks at you more seriously for a split second. “Do you want money?”

“No,” you chuckle, shaking your head. Silence consumes you both again momentarily while you move over to sit closer to him, having to lift your son’s legs so he's on your lap too. “Oh my God,” you groan. “He's heavy. Gonna be fucking huge like you.”

“Uh yeah, better be. I wanna see him in that Patriots defensive line in 30 years.”

“Whatever,” you snort. “I'm sorry your night went to shit.”

“Nah, it didn't go to shit,” he assures you. “I’d rather spend time with you guys anyway.”

You hum and both turn your attention to the movie again for a few seconds.

“Did I tell you about my last date?” He shakes his head no. “He left halfway through because he saw my lock screen, which is a picture of him,” you explain, pointing at your sleeping kid. “I usually don't tell them right away, but he asked so I had no choice, like who else's kid would it be, you know? So he got real nervous acting and did the classic go-to-the-restroom-and-not-return move.”

“Gees,” he sighs, letting out a short laugh. “Sorry.”

“I'm just gonna stop letting guys convince me to go out with them. Never ends well, I swear.”

“Maybe we’re both just meant to be perpetually single.”

“Maybe,” you nod, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Would you ever let me convince you to go out…” His question comes out slow and quiet, once again averting your attention from the TV. “On a date with me,” he clarifies. “I meant.”

“Is this really how you're asking me?” He can't see it, but the grin on your face is impossible to repress. “With Nemo still playing while our kid sleeps on us?”

“Yup,” he laughs quietly. “Apparently so.”

“Well,” you sigh, lifting your head to look at him. “I suppose I let you knock me up… I don't see why I shouldn't let you take me on a date.”

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emjiroki · 2 years

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please release all of your shinichiro thoughts whenever you have them because the lack of content for him is killing me 👍

Ask and you shall receive Anon! Shinichiro is my baby so I am MORE than happy to give him some more content

18+ under the cut MINORS DNI

Warnings: Shinichiro is the love of my life so I wrote a bit lol

Convinced it's a joke when you say yes to going to dinner with him. He waves it off with a "Yeah okay, no hard feelings" because he thinks he got rejected and goes to his back office in the shop, leaving you standing there fighting back a laugh. A few seconds after you hear him rushing back, a loud crash sounding as he rushed back with flushed cheeks. "Wait a minute, did you say yes?". Immediately calls Waka to tell him with the biggest grin on his face after you leave

Once your his though it's game on. Proudly shows you off and expresses his love so loudly, he's the sweetest and thinks you're the most amazing person in the world

Mikey and Emma LOVE you and Shin couldn't be happier. The two kids hang off of you and beg you to take them to get snacks

No one believes Shinichiro when he says he finally has a girlfriend. Everyone gives him the third degree except Wakasa, who turns to you and demands to know if you have brain damage or something. Why else would someone as sweet as you decide to date a delinquent, the leader of the black dragons No less. But you love Shin and that's all that matters, gang or no gang.

I don't think he'd be a jealous type though. Like he has his limits and if anyone makes you uncomfortable or pushes your boundaries too far there is hell to pay. But some dumbass flirting with you isn't a bother. He's secure enough with you that he knows that fucker stands no chance.

Shinichiro sleeps in only his underwear. He gets too hot at night so you'll have the fan on in winter time too. But don't worry he's right there pressing up against you to warm you up (and maybe grind on you a little but oh well)

Any chance he gets he's kissing you, hugging you, tugging you around the corner in the shop where no one can see you to shove a hand in your pants and make you cum on his fingers. Anything he can to be close to you and show you how much he loves you

Trys to make everything perfect for your first time together, even if his heart is in his throat and he's smoked nearly a whole pack of cigarettes just doing the errands he needed. Cleans his apartment THROUGHLY , buys new sheets for his bed, trys to make dinner even if it fails and you two end up going to a late night ramen shop. He thinks you're perfect and wants everything he does to be perfect for you

He's a fumbling mess the first time you have sex. Blushy and handsy, just wanting to make you feel good, wanting to hear you say his name as you cum for him.

He might be inexperienced but it doesn't mean he's inept. He's watching every movement and sound and facial expression you make, putting together what makes you cream around his fingers like a puzzle

Nearly cums on your tongue the first time you take him between your lips. Barely applied any suction and his legs were trembling, a broken whine escaping him as you smile up at him before taking his cock down your throat. With your tongue working around him and way you hallow your cheeks to pull him in deep, he's spilling into your mouth in no time, a shaky groan filling the space between you.

Not a big fan of overstimulation on his cock, makes his brain too fuzzy and he wants to savor every single second with you. Especially the first time he pushes inside of you

He can't believe how warm and wet you are around his cock, eyes nearly crossing as pleasure enveloped every sense. It takes everything in him not to fuck his entire length into you in one go, doesn't want to hurt you but God you feel so good

He's a moaning whining mess, especially if you're riding him, can't stop telling you how much he loves you and how good you feel, begging you to cum around him "just one more time baby please" even if you've cum a lot already its never enough. The way your walls clench and tighten around him has his hands going to your hips to hold you in place as he fucks up into you.

Cums buckets. Brain in autopilot as he fucks you and barely realizes he's gonna cum until his heavy balls are tightening up and his toes are curling. "Can I cum inside baby? Can I? Please?" You could barely say anything from the way his cock was pummeling your insides but as soon as "yes 'chiro please fill me up" leaves your lips he's moaning your name and spurting hot cum deep inside you, as deep as he can press his hips.

Aftercare king! Carries you to the shower to clean you off and press kisses against any skin within his reach, praises and love spilling from his lips like prayers as he holds you and let's the hot water cascade over your tired bodies.

#em writes ✍#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #shinichiro 😍#shinichiro sano smut #shinichiro sano #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro x reader

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N.

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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