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xximpressions · 4 months

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The Duchess (7)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: You arrive at Clyvedon

Word Count: 1,404

A/N: Happy New Year!!!

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It never did occur to you how effortless your first few days at Clyvedon felt.

Though you were initially anxious upon your arrival to the lavish estate, the unexpectedly warm welcome you received from the Duke and his wife helped to alleviate such worries.

And the rest of the Bridgerton clan was also paramount in reducing such anxieties since the enthusiasm from a certain child could only be met with your own sincerity while also forcing you to put aside any lingering hesitance you subconsciously felt about being an imposing guest.

“Oh Duchess! I am so very glad you are here to stay with us!”

Exclaimed the young lady you were quickly becoming fond of.

“And I am so very glad to be here with you all, Miss Hyacinth! The honor is truly mine.”

You said with a curtsey and a smile following your arrival in the foyer.

“I am afraid,” interceded the Viscount, “that I must cut such a happy reunion short since I am sure the Duchess would like to get settled in her accommodations before dinner after such a tiresome journey here.”

“Indeed!” Echoed his eldest sister as she turned to direct her housekeeper.

“Mrs.Coulson, will you see her Grace to her room and ensure that she has everything she needs for her stay?”

While the older woman confirmed the necessary final arrangements with her house mistress, you took the chance to inconspicuously lean toward the Viscount in order to quietly whisper,

“It was my understanding that we had agreed to do away with such titles, did we not?”

Though he had to momentarily pause in order to tame his humored grin at your playful question, his amused hushed reply only came seconds later.

“Well, since my family happens to already be aware of the admiration I have for you, I thought it might be a bit impertinent to make it any more obvious.”

Looking at you from the corner of his eyes and directing a teasing smirk your way, he coyly finished by asking,

“Was that not correct of me, my Lady?”

Because you failed to contain the elated grin at his words, Anthony was able to catch a glimpse of the appreciation your external expression displayed at his sincere comment while you felt the internal blooming warmth of joy begin to spread within your chest at the honor of hearing yourself be referred to as such.

However, before either of you could dwell on your conversation any longer, you were being approached by the housekeeper.

“If you will come with me, your Grace, then I can show you to your room.”

With a nod and a thank you, you began to follow the woman named Mrs.Coulson.

As you took your leave from the foyer and the rest of those present began to disperse, the Lady of the house made sure to announce,

“Dinner will be in an hour, so we will all meet in the drawing room once everyone has finished changing.”

And with that final piece of information, you made your way up the stairs behind your guide.

Initially, the main emotion you felt at Aubrey Hall had been perplexion given the first time you had been seated for dinner with them at one of their country estates.

Because you had been raised by an elderly aunt all your life, most of the family meals you had any memory of essentially consisted of you sitting at different ends of a very long table in silence with your guardian since her frigidly cold demeanor made it explicitly clear that any words from you were not at all wanted, nor would they be at all appreciated.

So, because you had never dined in any other manner with the last of your kin, you suppose your mind had just assumed that all families conducted their meals in such a fashion.

Therefore, you found yourself pleasantly surprised during your first night at Aubrey Hall when it became more than obvious that the coldness you were unconsciously expecting simply did not exist in such genuine warmth.

Even when the inevitable sibling squabbles broke out between youngest and eldest alike, there was never any doubting the affection that clearly accompanied every insult.

Seeing the surprise on your face at such familiarity being allowed at the table, Lady Bridgerton commented with a touch of sheepishness,

“I know it may seem unfashionable, your Grace, but what can I say? We like each other!”

She finished with a shrug as well as a joyful and unapologetic smile that only grew more amused when her son-in-law, the Duke, followed up her statement by teasingly interjecting from his place at the head of the table,

“Most of the time.”

With a humourous smirk aimed at Lady Bridgerton as if speaking from a place of experience.

From that dinner onward, any lingering anxieties you had about being an imposing guest seemed to have vanished since the Basset’s and Bridgerton’s alike made it clear that your presence was not only welcomed, but it was undoubtedly wanted and thoroughly enjoyed each day that you were there.

By the end of your first week at the country estate you had happily fallen into the routine of being sociable with those that were present in the house.

In fact, it was actually becoming a bit of a tradition that after Lady Bridgerton escorted her younger children to bed following dinner, the remaining young adults would gather in the drawing room for a few drinks and some lighthearted conversation.

And on this particular evening, a full week after your original arrival, the drawing room was occupied by merely yourself sat on one couch, the Lord and Lady of the house sat across from you on the other, as well as Lord Bridgerton who was happily seated next to you.

And with the almost inaudible roar of the fireplace filling the dimly lit room, there was a very cozy atmosphere surrounding your group.

Currently, you all were struggling to hold in your laughter at the outburst Anthony had and was continuing to make after jumping up from the couch you shared with him.

When you had asked the Duchess how it was she found herself married to a Duke, you did not think any of you expected the Viscount to shoot up upon learning what fact truly brought his best friend and sister together as a couple.

“A ruse??” he exclaimed once more to everyone’s further amusement.

“Hastings?! You mean to tell me that I could have killed you for a ruse?!?” Anthony bewilderedly repeated with emphasis.

Having to hold back your tickled surprise after he sprung up with such a statement, the Duke only chose to reply to his friend with a teasing nonchalance.

“Oh please, Bridgerton. You have always been a terrible shot, so my life was never really in any danger.”

His accompanying smirk also let everyone know that all had truly been forgiven between the two.

Buzzing with intrigue as Anthony gave an indignant, but humored huff while returning to his seat, you could not help saying to the other Duchess in the room,

“What an exciting way to get betrothed! My own betrothal was more of a legal agreement than a proposal, and even then, it was my aunt who did the signing.” You finished with a chuckle that came out more weak than content.

The minute shift in the jovial mood at the reminder of the poor treatment you had received in your life from people you thought you could trust made you try to lift it again by happily continuing with saying,

“But alas! I am glad to hear it was love that brought you two together and not obligation.”

You said with a kind smile.

However, after the thought passed in the other Duchess’ head that your statement was not exactly true, a devious idea began to form in her mind as she replied by saying,

“Well, if you think about it, a thought-out ruse has already helped one debutante avoid an unsuitable suitor…so who is to say the same strategy could not work again?”

She questioned the room with a certain coyness while aiming a specifically delicate smile at her brother across the way to emphasize exactly where she was going with this.

And who was the Viscount to say no to such a brilliant idea that had already been proven to work once before?

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Case of the Sniffles | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Request: could you write a fic with natasha x fem!reader where the all avengers were sent on like a really important mission but natasha’s missing and no one can find her so reader goes looking for her to find her sick asf in her bedroom? can u make it really fluffy, please? thank u!! 😁

Word Count: 1.2k

Content Warnings: fluff, mentions of the flu/medicine, strong language

A/N: thank you for requesting anon! i am so sorry this took me so long to get to but i hope you enjoy this anyway <3 sick fics are so cute and fluffy to write i rlly enjoy writing them so thank you again for this request

"Where the hell is Romanoff?"

Tony finally put words to what the rest of the team had been thinking for the past few minutes. The team were geared up and ready to infiltrate a highly secured HYDRA base, one of the most important missions to date. Months of gathering intel had led up to finding this base - they had hidden it extremely well, and time was of the essence right now. Except, a very obvious anomaly was the missing presence of your girlfriend.

This was extremely unusual, because one thing Natasha Romanoff never missed out on was a mission. Especially one of this importance. It was very out of character for her, and you tried your hardest not to worry. Tried not to let your mind drift to dark, unrealistic places. She was fine, she had to be fine, you had literally seen her last night and she was fine. She just wasn't present.

"I'll go look for her," you volunteer, getting a murmur of agreement from the rest of the team as you set off on your hunt through the Compound.

"Nat?" You call out, "Did you forget that we have a mission today? Leaving in... what was meant to be three minutes ago, actually."

No answer.

You sigh. She wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room, so the most logical place to check next would be her own bedroom. She was never one to sleep in, but it wouldn't hurt to check. She had to be somewhere, after all.

Knocking gently on the door to her bedroom, you called out, "Sweetheart, you in here?"

Still no answer, so you gently pushed open the door and walked in. It was pitch black, and the curtains were drawn. You could just about make out a figure on the bed, deciding to switch the light on and squinting your eyes at the brightness. With the room now full of light, you could tell that the figure on the bed was definitely Natasha, if the strands of fiery red hair peeking out of her blanket cocoon were anything to go by.

"Nat?" You whisper, gently poking her and sending a silent prayer up that she isn't dead. She groaned in response, shuffling around in her cocoon as she subconsciously pulled the blanket further over her head. At least she was alive. Still very uncharacteristically Natasha, though. "You okay? Forget about the mission?"

Natasha shoved the blankets off of herself then, shooting up in the bed with wide eyes, "Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I missed my al-" She was cut off by a sneeze, and your suspicion rose. Now that you could take a better look at her without her being covered by blankets, she didn't look well. At all. Her face had taken on a ghostly pallor, and her eyes looked visibly tired despite her just being asleep for hours longer than she'd normally be. You narrow your eyes, gently placing the back of your hand on her forehead and you nearly wince at the heat radiating off of it.

"God, Tasha, you're burning up. You have a fever."

She shook her head, "No. 'M fine. Promise. I just slept in."

"You are not fine. Lie back down. You're clearly sick."

As if to answer your question, a sneezing fit shook her entire body. Still, Natasha was relentlessly stubborn, even if she had a fever that felt like she'd spent the entire night in a sauna, "I am fine," she insisted, sniffling. She tried to push herself off of the bed, only to be greeted by your firm hands on her shoulders, pushing her back down.

"No. You are not going anywhere. You are going to get some rest, and I'll be your doctor. I'll strap you down to this bed if I need to."

She glared at you, but she must feel really shit because it didn't take that much for her to finally agree, even if it was reluctantly. She lay back down, and you kissed her forehead gently, brushing her hair out of her face. "Okay, I'm going to tell the team that they can manage the mission without me, because I have a girlfriend who needs to be taken care of, and I'll grab a few things for you. You stay here, and keep the blankets off you, you don't want to overheat with your fever."

"Yes, ma'am," Natasha mock-saluted and you laughed, kissing her forehead once more before leaving to tell the team.

Honestly, Peter should be locked up for telling Tony what 'whipped' and 'simp' meant, because the amount of times he had called you those two words when you explained why you were staying behind was enough to last a lifetime. As if he wouldn't do the same for Pepper. He was such a hypocrite.

After taking a detour to change out of your suit and into something more comfortable, you returned to Natasha's room carrying a box of tissues, some Tylenol, a thermometer, a thin blanket, a bottle of water and a pint of ice cream. The redhead sat up in bed as you entered, and you flashed her a smile.

"Okay," you dumped the items at the bottom of her bed, "first, here's a blanket for you. It's thin enough so it won't cause you to overheat but will help with the chills that can come with a fever," you threw the blanket towards Natasha and she caught it with a grateful smile, draping it over herself.

"I've brought ice cream for later, and I can make you soup if you want some. We can have a movie day too. Now open wide," you smirked, picking up the thermometer and walking towards her, popping it into her mouth. She reached out to take ahold of your free hand as you both waited, and you hummed contentedly. It seemed sick Natasha was a clingy Natasha. You liked that bit.

The thermometer beeped and you took it out of her mouth, inhaling sharply as you read the number, "102 degrees? Yeah, you're definitely not going anywhere for the next few days."

Natasha groaned, opening her mouth to more than likely complain, but she quickly closed it when you answered her with a warning glare. "No arguing."

You handed her the bottle of water and some Tylenol before putting the thermometer away.

"You want some soup?"

She took the pills before shaking her head, "Not hungry. In the mood for some cuddles, though."

"That, I can do," you smiled. Putting the pint of ice cream on the bedside table for later, you jumped onto the bed, snuggling into Natasha. "You feeling okay?"

She nodded, "Apart from feeling like general shit, I'm a lot better now that you're here."

"That was extremely sappy of you, Romanoff."

She smiled before breaking into a cough, "Seriously, though. I've never had someone take care of me before, even if it's as simple as taking care of me when I have the flu, so it... it means a lot. Thank you," she sniffed.

You passed Natasha a tissue, trying your hardest not to cry at her reaction to such a simple gesture. Taking care of someone when they're sick should be expected, it shouldn't be surprising for Natasha, and you hated that it was. "I love you, of course I'll take care of you when you're sick. Even when you're not sick, anything you need and I'm here, okay?"

She nodded, putting an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. You didn't even care that you could potentially catch her germs, all you wanted was to be in her arms and make her feel better.

"Wanna have a movie marathon for the entire day?" You asked, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Absolutely."

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thecomicallytragicgangle · 4 months

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[[Alright so I'm new around these parts, may someone pleaaaase sum up the juicy lore for me?]]

-grateful anon

[ominous bell toll]

[It is time (lore summary time)]

[and. and this time. WE'RE GOING OVER ALL THE LORE!!!!!!!!] [i'll probably pin this so people can find the lore easily]

[LORE UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Alrightttt so. IMPORTANT BITS!!]

[gangle has an ai version of herself thats meant to represent her subconscious: "s-gangle" who is currently .. missing right now]

[gangle used to be friends with kaufmo (before he abstracted)] [related comics and art here:] [comic, art, art,

[gangle hates an anon named "hammer anon" who has attacked her multiple times] [i'll cover that momentarily]

[i'll also include some other blog lore at the end, but right now we're focusing on gnagle lore!] ------

[so, starting off from the very beginning: the first important event was when gangle borrowed one of jax's keys, secretly accessing kaufmo's room. she wanted to find a way to move on from what happened. it did not go well . heres the series of comics relating to this: comics here]

[kaufmo's blog got introduced around this time, making gangle freak out (because she couldnt really comprehend the fact that kaufmo was just. back] [but she didnt want to deal w/ her emotions, so she forced herself to wear her happy mask for an extended period of time] [which, according to blog lore, kind of helps suppress her emotions]

[anyway, obviously thats a horrible idea] [so she kinda suffers for the next few asks] [like this ask, this ask, this ask, and this ask!] [yeah turns out the mask aint holding up very well. uh oh.] [yikes.]

[this is where hammer anon comes in! in this post, he breaks gangle's mask, resulting in all her emotions flooding in (this post). wahoo, i suppose? (not really)]

[the anons comfort gangle in this post, and eventually she recovers. yay!] [gangle is happy for a bit] [shes watching over kinger's fortress while he erm. goes through his own arc (here)] [anyway while watching over the fortress she has movie night! which results in this art here]

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[unfortunately. another arc happens. Jax literally abstracts! thats right. jax abstracted. gangle is. not feeling great about it! (comic)] [so yeah]

[unfortunately for gangle, things get worse when hammer anon decides now is a GREAT time to see if gangle has a third mask!] [art here!] [so she erm. flees! to the ferris wheel !] [cause remember, this may be a circus but theres also the fairgrounds!]

[anyway. gangle is cornered. and over the course of some asks impending doom slowly approaches her!] [related art here, here, here, and the comic begins here!]

[anyway. yeah! turns out! there is no third mask. which glitches gangle. yikes. whoops.] [shes out cold for a while] [and one of the anons takes her inside so she can rest (art here)]

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[gangle eventually wakes up (art here)] [and has a bunch of errors all over her face! cause. you know. her masks.] [she freaks out a bit over it but dont worry she calms down eventually]

[also, not exactly lore important? but someone decids to taunt her for being a coward n such so she throws a fish at them in this comic]

[one extra thing as well: erm. jax DIED. like not even abstracted hes straight up dead due to one of the abstractions named dyno. yeah.] [or well he WAS dead at this time]

[caine is informed about what's happening, but unfortunately he isn't able to do anything about it (art here)] [honestly, gangle's tired of all this (especially considering the literal ai who runs the circus cant do anything to help) so she heads off to the lake. and SURPRISE!!!] [zooble appearance]

[heres the series of art/asks] in chronological order] [art 1, art 2, art 3, art 4, art 5, art 6, art 7, art 8,] [theres also a little break inbetween; one of the anons attempts to fix gangle's mask (it goes horribly wrong) related art here and here] [anyway continuing the zooble arc] [comic 1, comic 2, comic 3, comic 4, comic 5, and the animated finale]

[smth funny thats unrelated to lore- a CERTAIN ANON (cough) /silly was predicting all of my story ideas. (art here)]

[one more important thing regarding zooble: abstragedy/google ship is not canon, please don't joke about it/talk about it-] [im pretty sure zooble's mod is uncomfortable with the ship] [so.. yeah!]

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[now: smth i'd like to mention, there were 2 story arcs before the finale of the comics related to zooble:] [the computer files arc and s-gangle's introduction arc]

[the computer files thing was a little event i set up for everyone, where they could look through gangle's character files] [heres 2 silly asks that aren't lore related: 1 and 2] [ANYWAY lore related stuff! heres some of the important stuff: C&A, The Magician, and Memories]

[the one of the most important things though, from the files, would be the logs:] [here is log 1, log 2, and log 3 (with some art!)]

[anyway, s-gangle.exe is booted, and bam! s-gangle is introduced! (<- link here)]

[most of the asks are normal, but heres some lore important asks: flowers 1, flowers 2, copycat, red, poem (the poem ask was made around the time gangle returned)]

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[anyway! wahoo, after a while, gangle's back, and she now has to deal with All the Anon Chaos that's happened. poor gangle] [anyway. heres the important stuff!: an anon decided to curse s-gangle with a physical body, resulting in s-gangle immediately running off (comic here)]

[and.. theres also some silly stuff going on with the kaufmo blog. for context; during the jax dying situation, kaufmo used the chaos as a chance to escape the cellar and hid in his room for a while]

[kaufmo, learning about the whole "error" situation with gangle, wants to do something about it. (comic here)] [andd.. heres the final part relating to that! (comic here)]

[apologies about the final section of lore, especially the kaufmo part, considering it had to be rushed on christmas day due to the ask i recieved]

[and. y.y eah. thats everything! i'll try to actively update this lore as time goes on. wow this is a lot.]

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maevethewerepuppy · 8 months

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Puppy HRT - Part 5: Continuing Growth

A/N: Okay so I didn't intend to write over 2600 words for this chapter, so I cut this part down to 1800 including a small section from Kara's perspective. Gonna use the remaining words for the next part of this little series.

-Mae

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A growl escaped my throat, a deep guttural sound that filled the room as I tore the fabric apart with my teeth. I panted as I released the object from my mouth, running my tongue over the lengthening canines in my mouth. My teeth had grown sharper and canines more prominent over the last few weeks.

“What are you doing out here?” Kara came around the corner in a bit of the rush. My growl must’ve been louder than I expected as she had been editing parts from her stream for a highlight reel. My ears flicked up on the small rotors in the implants on the top of my head as I heard her steps approaching. The new implants were a wonder to behold. The two-pointed ears had begun to feel more like my ears than the ones I had been born with, aided by the noise-cancelling earplugs I almost permanently wore in them. The hypersensitive microphones in the canine ears helped focus my mind onto new feelings and emotions I could express with them, along with the touch sensors that ran through nearly every part of the ears and right to my brain. I could feel even the slightest breeze on them now. And especially the feeling of Kara’s fingers right against the base of them when she gave me scritches. My new tail was equally as sensitive, with it uncontrollably moving with my subconscious emotions and thoughts. It wagged, tucked and moved so fluidly that in the week or so since the day at the pet store, it was almost natural to have the fluffy appendage move around without thought.

I looked over at Kara with the little stuffed bunny’s top half still hanging off one of my teeth by a thread.

“Hailey! No! I just bought you that one!” She exclaimed exasperatedly, rushing over to pick up the pieces of the toy. My tail wagged eagerly as she looked over what I’d done. I knew she’d be upset for a moment, but she’d forgive me. She always told me I was too rough with the new toys ever since my teeth started to bother me as they grew in properly for a healthy puppy-girl. She knelt, putting it down and pulling my head into her hands, “Hailey. C’mon, we talked about this. You need to stop chewing on the toys that aren’t meant for it!”

“But it’s so much fun! Fabric is so much nicer to pull apart!” I protested, huffing as I looked into her eyes.

“Yeah well, you keep it up and I’m gonna have to put the muzzle back on! You know how much you hate that!”

My ears flicked back at that and tailed stopped wagging. It pulled back in against my body at the idea of the muzzle, and I shook my head slightly. “No! Not the muzzle! Please, no!”

“Then stop being such a bitey girl.” She huffed right back at me, scratching the back of my head right up to behind my fluffy pastel blue ears. I melted right into it and those worries melted out of my head. That tingly buzz replacing those thoughts as she gave me that gentle touch.

“Okaaaaay…”

“Good puppy.” She gave me another pet on the head, “You keep being good for the rest of the night, and you can come cuddle me for a bit before bed, okay? We have a big day tomorrow.”

I tilted my head in response, trying to recall what tomorrow had in store. It’d felt harder and harder to pay attention to which days were which now. I’d try to think about things that were upcoming, but I could barely remember what Kara said she was going to have for dinner that evening. My ears flopped to the side with the tilt, adding to the confused puppy look I was giving her. “What’s tomorrow?”

“You don’t remember? It’s the day we start with new hypnosis files. We’ve had you on the puppy behavioral ones for so long now, I know it’s become second nature,” She informed me, giving some more light scritches and tilting my head back upright, “But we need to start getting you deeper in. You are going to be a good girl for me, and not fight me on this right?”

I wanted to open my mouth and protest, but I kept it closed and nodded. I was really not looking forwards to any more files, the idea of becoming more dog-like was still terrifying. But I was also backed into a corner at this point. With the implants, and how far along in the HRT process I was, there was little chance that it could be reversed at this point. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t scared of losing my humanity. Remembering that gave me the courage to speak up, however. “I… I don’t know, Kara… This all still feels like a lot, are you sure it’s necessary…?” I asked, my voice weak as I looked into her eyes, “I mean… Maybe we should see if the regular HRT process would still work, and we can- “

“Shush now.” She silences me with a soft kiss on the lips. My heart fluttered and eyes went wide for a moment before I found myself kissing back. She gently bit my lip as she pulled away, “I’m certain puppy. Just accept it, okay? You’ll be a lot happier if you aren’t fighting the changes the whole way.”

“I’m… I’m still just a bit unsure, Kara…” I protested softly, even as my face heated and turned a bright shade of red from the kiss, “Giving everything up… I’m so nervous… What about my family, friends…?”

She gave a soft laugh. Even before the ears made me hypersensitive to noises, her laugh was always magical and made my heart flutter in a way that softened me. Kara took my hands in hers, and squeezed them softly, “Oh puppy. They know. All of them know. I’ve been sharing your progress, and they’ve been sending me nothing but praise for you. Your online friends have been super understanding why you haven’t been around. Don’t worry.”

“Y-you what? You’ve been sharing this?”

I think the mortified expression on my face was a funny one for her, as she just giggled more at me. “It’s okay puppy! Don’t worry that pretty little head about it, okay? You just worry about being a good girl for me, and that’s it.” She gave me another scritch before standing back up. “Now make sure you eat all your food and drink your bowl full of water. I want you to be nice and satisfied for your new files tomorrow.”

-Kara

Hailey was laid out on my bed while I quickly connected the cables from my computer directly into her ear implants. I could tell she was nervous; her tail was tucked up between her legs and she was constantly giving little whimpers. I just kept giving her reassurances in my softest voice, followed by the gentle touch of my fingers right behind her ears as I finished hooking them up. The benefit of them over even the earbuds that she’d worn during those early days was that I could ensure that even the most intense files (which included implant stimulation triggers and deepeners) would be put directly into her mind. I just needed to upload them, and I didn’t fully trust the wireless process to not cut out due to some technical issue and leave her dropped halfway through a training session.

“It’s okay puppy. Just relax and be good for me. Listen close.” I told her, giving a soft touch to her nose as I spoke. She gave a small flinch, something I still worried about with her. She wasn’t used to loving or gentle touch, and every little movement was a shock to her system. Hailey looked up at me and nodded, her eyes filled with worry.

“It’s… It’s too late for me to go back right…?” She asked me again, and I nodded softly. I felt bad for lying to her about it, but at this point I was committed. She was so scared, panicked and shut off as a person. I just knew she’d be so much happier as my committed dog.

“Too late to go back now, Hae. But it’s okay. I’m going to be right here to take care of you.” I promised her. That last part was true at least. She was just so precious to me now; I wouldn’t back out of taking care of her. Over the last couple of months, we’d grown so much closer and I doubted I could ever go back to having that quiet, lonely roommate who made my heart break every time I saw her.

I turned, and clicked the play button on the file, and watched my puppy’s eyes close as she relaxed. From what I’d read about, these files directly from Whyte Wolfworks were some of the best and would start really pushing her down the path I wanted. They were an intense mix of pleasure, obedience, and sexual state training. Slowly breaking down all those repressed ideas that had been built up during her first puberty and through her adolescence and bringing them out again.

It was just… So perfect. Looking over her sweet body, naked except that black hoodie I could never seem to fully train her out of wearing no matter how much I’d tried. But the rest of her clothes - pants, shirts, underwear, socks - were all gone now. Washed and sent to a donation center. She’d not even noticed when I did that a few weeks back. But I had to admit, seeing her in that sweater and wearing her pretty trans flag collar was so sweet. She’d barely even resisted when I’d made sure to use the small lock built into the buckle to make sure she couldn’t take it off without permission. The only times I’d let her so far were showers, and I hadn’t noticed her trying to take it off yet.

Yesterday’s little dispute was the first time in weeks that I’d seen some of that fear of what was happening to her come back out again, and I was so scared that she’d accidentally snap herself out of pup-space completely. Thankfully following Wolfwork’s guidance on dealing with issues like this and focusing her attention on her sensation of touch had helped and dropped her back down into that beautiful state of dumbed-down trust.

I glanced back after a few minutes of getting lost in thought at Hailey, watching as those two fluffy ears twitched and flicked with sounds only heard inside her head. Her tail relaxing against the bed with the rest of her muscles as the file played. I glanced back at the name – “Ownership Obedience and Scent Affirmation Training, Module 1 - with a soft smile, satisfaction filling me as I imagined how she’d be at the end of the day.

I reached over once again to her head and gave her twitching ears a gentle rub. “Good girl. You are going to love this so much.”

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ashiemochi · 1 year

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anubussy - xiii (i)

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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The Berkeley Hotel Richmond, Virginia.

It had been several hours since the fall of Glenn Arias – since he’d last seen her.

After the vaccine was distributed all over the infected streets, Chris asked Leon to trust him to get So Ah to a safer place to recover. Understandably, Leon refused, snapping about how he almost witnessed her die right before his eyes. The BSAA operator would keep his voice low, wary eyes glancing at his team in case they’d hear them.

“What, Chris? What else are you keeping from me?”

“I’ve said what I could, Leon – the rest is on her. Now, you either let me get her help, or we could just stay here and argue while she gets worse.”

“You think after months of not seeing her, I’d just let you take her? According to what you told me, she’s been out there hunting your men down. What’s to tell me that you won’t take her back to the BSAA? Huh?!”

“Goddamn it, Leon – keep it down! I’m trying to help her here; you included. Let me take her. I’ve got someone who can get her patched up without HQ knowing. She’d want the same thing.”

The subconscious girl was still whimpering, seemingly better but god knows how long it’d take for her ribs to mend back together. Leon couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, watching some masked-up man approach them and pick her up to take her to his car. Chris had to hold his arm to prevent Leon from even attempting to go, giving him a firm look.

It was as clear as the skies during a hot summer day; Leon had just gotten his wife back, and he didn’t want her out of his sight for a long time again.

That was around five hours ago. It was close to midnight and still no update. His throat had gotten used to the stinging sensation of the cheap whiskey. The glass clanked on the wooden coffee table a bit too harshly but honestly, he didn’t care.

Leon trailed his eyes to the wedding band in between his thumb and index, staring at it. He was still in his attire, minus the jacket. Having entered his hotel room, his legs beelined to the kitchen, the first thing in mind was the alcoholic beverage in his fridge.

It was his last night in this hotel room, having to be at the Whitehouse for a debriefing tomorrow afternoon. He’d probably have to move back to Washington DC where his mansion was. It didn’t feel like home, which was why he left in the first place. Something or someone was missing from it and put him on edge for days.

Twirling the silver wedding band, Leon tilted his head to the side. He really didn’t know what to believe about So Ah. After years of knowing her, this was unexpected. He should’ve figured something was suspicious about those frequent ‘mini-missions’ she had been getting after their honeymoon.

Even during their little vacation, he’d always catch her on the phone and she’d sound hushed so he wouldn’t hear. When asked about the call, she’d wave him off, telling him Jaehyun was being Jaehyun.

Whatever the hell that meant.

Tons upon tons of questions he had were unanswered, leaving them to roam around his head like some measly fly during an annoying hot day. Right now, she clouded his mind; her well-being.

Knocking at the door took his attention away, a silent hum emitting from him when he turned his head towards the door. It wasn’t room service because one, he didn’t order any, and two, the housekeeper would announce that it was room service.

The knocks came back but were hesitant as if they were worried about being annoying. It was three knocks with a second of silence between the second and the third one.

Releasing a hefty sigh, Leon slipped on the ring as he made his way to the door. He unlocked it and swung it open. As if he was in the mirror chanting Bloody Mary three times, So Ah stood in front of him, her clenched hand frozen in mid-air.

His eyes widened subtly in surprise, not expecting the visit. It seemed as if she was just as dumbfounded to be at his door.

She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, with the said sleeves being pale pink, tucked into her light blue circle skirt. For her simple white sneakers, she went for a pair of ruffled socks. With the night being breezy, she wore her brown cardigan.

She was still injured but a lot better. A bandage patch was on her cheek, and with most of her wounds being internal, Leon could only assume they were all healed and wondered if there were more gauze wrapped around her body.

“Uhm… Hi.”

✠✠

“How did you know where I live?”

So Ah lowered her arm to join the leather jacket folded over her other arm – the good one. She swallowed thickly, shifting slightly from one foot to another.

“Chris told me.”

More like she was stubborn enough. Once she had woken up with Piers sitting nearby with the laptop over his lap, she instantly noticed Chris across from him. At that moment, she thought he was going to take her in but instead, he explained what he told Leon.

And at first, she couldn’t breathe, almost panicking, yet she forced herself to catch her bearings for the sake of her ribs. In a split second, thousands of what-ifs rushed to her head. Leon knew about what she had been up to for months. It rattled her heart, filling her up with dread inch by inch that she felt suffocated.

Chris only reminded her that he hadn’t mentioned a single thing about the tracker and kept what he told Leon as vague as possible. He was leaving her to do the explanation, and he gave her the address when she asked for it. Piers, as always, helped her get to the hotel undetected with a tilted smile; “Good luck, you’re gonna need it.”

And she knew he was right – she was basically stepping into the lion’s den.

“Can’t that man ever stop gossiping.” Leon rolled his eyes at her answer and moved further into his hotel room, leaving the door open for her.

So Ah hesitantly entered the room, letting her eyes dart around. It was a fancy hotel, so she wasn’t surprised by the elegance of it all. The colours were ranging from beige, gold, and brown to white, ocean green, and garnet red.

The hall was spacious as she watched him go to the main room and it was bigger than the hall itself. That was all she could see from her spot.

“No, I uh, I asked him.” So Ah answered, looking down at the jacket over her arms as if just noticing it, and she gestured to it, “I wanted to see you and uhm, return this.”

Leon stopped in his tracks and turned around, darting his eyes to his jacket and then up to her. Almost like a predator, he approached her; slowly. Every step he took mimicked her thudding heart. His piercing eyes didn’t leave hers for a second, towering over her. His presence itself was emitting heat and she wanted to drop her cardigan for a breather.

With his chest practically brushing hers, he reached behind her to shut the door, nearly having her cornered. Something about Leon being silent was so unsettling. His face always spoke a thousand words before his lips would reveal anything. The tension was growing more and more the closer he stayed.

His perceptive azures caught on her hitched breath, knowing she was growing flustered. As quietly as he approached her, he took the jacket from her and moved away. Her personal bubble shook at the emotions stirring up inside of her and she found herself able to breathe again.

So Ah shut her eyes for a moment to let out a silent sigh, bringing up her hand to wipe the heat rushing to her cheek as she followed him into the room.

The unmade bed was facing the flat TV along with a long couch and a smaller one surrounding a coffee table. From her spot, she saw a room leading to a simple kitchen with all the basic necessities and to her right was what she assumed would be the bathroom.

Behind the curtains was a sliding door leading out to a beautiful balcony. What caught her attention more was the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table along with his single glove and a glass cup.

Leon tossed the jacket over the couch, rounding it to get his bottle and he raised it up towards her, offering her one. She shook her head, politely refusing it and he shrugged, picking up his cup.

“Suit yourself.” He sat down on the couch and filled half the cup up.

Clenching and unclenching her hands, she started, “Leon… I’m not only here to see you. I…” She trailed away, unsure of how to go with this, “We need to talk.”

“Yeah,” Leon hummed, taking his first sip of many and gesturing to her hands, “Kind of figured with all the nervous shifting you’re doin’ over there.”

Her eyes dropped down to her hands, seeing them fumbling with one another anxiously. Damn him and his observant eyes. She released her hands, trying to appear more relaxed despite the storm in her nerves. She didn’t know what to expect from him.

“I… I’m assuming you know where I’ve been.” So Ah said, frowning when he wouldn’t look at her.

“On a murder spree?” Leon asked as if it was just some casual Friday plan, “Yeah, Chris told me a thing or two – told ya’ he’s the gossipy type.”

She watched him down his shot and pour another, “Did he tell you why?”

“No, said that part would be on you.”

“Right. Yeah, of course.” So Ah quickly replied, nodding as she went up to him, “You deserve to hear it from me.”

Leon stared up at her, blinking at her sudden jumpiness to be the one to explain everything. She truly did believe that it was up to her to clean up her mess. She knew he wanted to hear everything from her – from the trusted source – and she wanted to give him that.

Hiding back his relieved smile, Leon leaned back against the couch as if getting comfortable – manspreading and all. He signalled to the couch in front of him with his free hand.

Hesitantly, So Ah went to sit down, keeping a straight posture as her anxious thoughts were refusing to let her relax for even a second. It was like she was set on a pedestal at some museum; nothing but a statue in front of her husband. There was no need for her to keep up her false pride. It never did her any good.

Leon kept his sharpsharp eyes on her behind his glass cup, hissing under his breath at the taste of his whiskey.

“Whenever you’re ready, Han.”

Ouch.

“Okay, uhm…” She shifted in her seat a little as she began to reveal, trying to pick her words as carefully as possible, “What happened was out of my control or anyone for that matter. I went on several undercover missions to expose a corrupted government alliance but it went bad… Horribly bad.”

“They knew it was me and…” She found her hands gripping the edge of her skirt, “And they were going to hurt my family, and everyone I care about.”

Leon’s brow twitched when her eyes located his as she said that last bit.

“So, I had to… I had to go into hiding.”

“With no call or nothing?” Leon shot back, not buying her story, “A little ‘hey babe, I’m alive, by the way! No need to think that your dear ol’ wife had died’ would’ve sufficed.”

His voice choked up at the end, nostrils flaring with knitted brows and he avoided her saddened gaze to take a bigger gulp. So Ah frowned deeply, pushing herself to the edge of her seat.

“I wanted to tell you, Leon. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to see you.” She pressed on pleadingly, needing him to understand, “But if they had known that we were still in contact, they would’ve come after you.”

Leon narrowed his eyes at her, lowering his glass cup, pointing out, “I’m hearing a lot of they but still no names. Who’s they?”

Ice water washed down her spine, straightening her up once again. The chip beeped silently beneath her skin at the mere thought of the alliance.

Still too scared to reveal everything, she trailed her eyes down to the coffee table, voice coming out in a whisper, “I… I can’t say.”

Leon scoffed incredulously, a sarcastic smile on his face as if delighted by his expectations being reached, “Great, more fucking secrecy. Okay, different question,” He brought the cup up to his lips, “Who was in your team?”

So Ah visibly winced, eyes shutting for a moment. She reminded herself that he had the right to be mad, bringing her legs together as a feeble attempt to close in her bubble more. Or maybe an attempt for something else because hearing him swear was–

“It wasn’t necessarily a team.” She said, “Just me and someone else.”

“Lemme guess, can’t say?” Leon assumed with a snide and she darted her eyes at him for a moment.

“Piers.”

He froze at this, actually surprised as his brows shot up, “Nivans? He was a part of this?”

She kind of shook and nodded her head, “Yeah, he helped keep me hidden and all that.”

“That’s a twist,” Leon huffed as he leaned forward to set his empty glass on the table, “So, I’m guessing Chris did know everything from the start. Even though he helped with the missing case… Damn bastard.”

So Ah blinked, brows furrowing in confusion for a split second as he poured himself a cup, “I’m sorry, missing case?”

“Yeah, you were gone for almost a year, remember?” Leon took his cup and returned to his usual position, leaning back against the couch, “Or did it slip your pretty head?”

Silence filled the air when he picked up on the pain in her face. So Ah chewed on the inside of her bottom lip, closing her eyes for a second or two to lower her stress levels. She didn’t want to open Pandora's box to reveal everything she had done. She came into this hotel room and suddenly it felt like an FBI had taken her to the questioning room.

In a way, that was what happened.

Leon sniffled once, changing the topic. He knew of her tendency to grow unresponsive when the situation gets a little too much and right now, he wanted her to respond to every question. He wanted her to keep talking.

“How is Nivans helping you with this?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and bringing up his leg to rest his ankle over his knee.

“He manages the research on the members of the department, deletes any security footage of us, uhm…” She stopped for a moment to think, “You know, keeps me under the radar.”

The corner of his eye twitched, voice coming out accusatory, “And your role in this is killing those innocent men.”

And like a rubber band–

“They’re not innocent!” So Ah snapped, cinnamons wide – and she froze.

Leon blinked at her outburst, reading the fear and disgust in her eyes. Slowly, he set his foot down, lowering his drink down to set it on the table. It was more than evident that she was on edge under his perceptive stare.

“Looks like I hit a nerve,” Leon commented lowly, watching the way she tensed up.

So Ah released a breath. He was always a lot better at interrogation. It was part of his job anyway. She came here seeking forgiveness like a weeping man at the church’s confession booth. The need to spill everything just to ease her heart to beat normally was immense.

What didn’t help was Leon treating it like a detective looking for answers. He needed information as if he was on a tight schedule, cornering her in every part of her story, assuming the wrong things just to let her correct him; Leon knew what he was doing.

“Those men…” So Ah muttered, her voice deepening a little, “They’ve done terrible and inhumane things. Maybe they didn’t deserve death but they sure as hell don’t deserve anything less.”

Leon questioned, “Didn’t think of informing a higher authority? Wouldn’t that have been easier?”

Her hand automatically shot up, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She didn’t even know if she had the guts to trust any government worker at this point.

“Not really…”

“So treason was the right solution.” Leon raised a brow, giving her a stern look; she was coiling up.

“It’s not…” She started, racking her brain for anything but the room felt suffocating, “There was no other way.”

No, don’t shut me out again.

“Then tell me, what did they do?” Leon leaned forward, voice dropping to a desperate tone to coax the truth out of her, “What is this alliance? What happened, So Ah?”

He needed more answers.

Her lips quivered, almost relenting but she stopped herself. Breathing in shakily, she stood up, shaking her head as if defiant – no, something was holding her back.

“I can’t tell you, Leon. I–I’m sorry but it’s too risky.” She apologised then motioned around her with her eyes, “I shouldn't even be here.”

Silence filled the empty space as Leon stared up at her, watching her move away from the table and stop close to the hallway. His lips parted, utterly disappointed. The walls she had built up were keeping him at bay and it was frustrating to be on the other end. Anger rushed through his veins, sending tremors down to his hands – especially when she refused to meet his eyes.

She was lying again; hiding something again.

A harsh scoff emitted from him, slamming the glass back down once he downed the whole thing in one go. Her eyes followed him when he stood up, a deep scowl on his face as he started approaching her.

“And you think that’s enough? Enough for me to put my mind at ease?” Leon scolded, narrowing down his iceice eyes at her, “So Ah, you left. For almost a goddamn year, and then you come in here, give me some vague fucking answers, and expect me to be over the moon?”

So Ah stepped back silently, attempting to hide her teary cinnamons, brows curling in the middle at the overwhelming emotion. She hatedhated being yelled at – it always made her want to enter her shell like a scared little turtle.

It only made Leon’s glare harden at her silence, continuing even when her back hit the wall.

“Our vows meant that less to you, huh?” Leon spat, hurt evident more than ever in his face, “I thought you died, So Ah, because I know how dangerous undercover missions can be. I’ve been to something similar yet I always, always, manage to send you a message.”

“Because I know you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” He asked, trying to read her avoidant eyes before scoffing.

“Of course, it doesn't.” His voice dropped to a lower tone, growling as he stared her down, “Since all you do is run.”

Her heart was taking hit after hit, her glistening eyes widening when he turned around. He walked back to the table, leaving her by the wall.

She didn’t want to lose him. She was doing everything in her being to keep him safe; but turns out, it was pushing him away day by day.

“Leon, I–I really tried, but–” So Ah’s stammers weren’t doing her justice, and Leon cut her off, stopping her from even attempting to come close.

“It wasn’t fucking enough, So Ah. You left me. No matter how hard you try to twist it around. You. Left. Me.” Leon snapped, jabbing his index finger at himself, not even trying to hide the ache in his shining eyes.

“Please, I…” So Ah took another step, visibly guilty and afraid. Hesitant even. She was horrified, but not of him.

All the days being stuck at the BSAA’s lab were returning, tormenting and reminding her of why she did what she did. All in the name of love she convinced herself. She had to go down that road. Now, she was scared to even think about all the lives she took – and what would those corrupted scientists do once they find out she was back to her husband.

Leon picked up on her panicked state, furrowing his brows suspiciously, “What are you not telling me?”

Yet, all that fear kept her mouth shut, caging her bottom lip in between her teeth. In a way, she hoped he’d be able to figure everything out by just looking into her eyes. He was perceptive, anyway.

Leon blinked at her quietness, shaking his head, “All this time and you never really trusted me, huh?”

“What – No, I do trust you!” She shot back, desperate for him to give her more time, “It’s just–”

He wasn’t having any of it.

“Then spit it out.”

So Ah couldn’t help but feel the world darkening around her and silencing her when Leon dropped his glower with a heavy sigh, “All those years together, down the drain…”

A clear indication that he gave up. His shoulders slouched as he picked up the bottle. So Ah was holding back a whimper, wringing her jacket's sleeves so hard that she might as well tear it when he turned around to head to the bathroom.

He barely waved at her without looking, voice sounding heavy with grief and distraught, "Close the door on your way out, will ya? I've got somewhere to be tomo–"

"There's a chip in me."

The words tumbled out before she could even think about it, spilling the truth so quickly. It stilled Leon in his spot and he partially turned to look at her, shock seeping into his frustrated mask.

"... What?"

Her eyes avoided his, shutting them tightly as she stared down, internally muttering and praying that this was the right choice.

After years and years of hiding it, maybe all they were was empty threats. She never wanted to lose Leon, she wouldn't even dream of it. Seeing how he was treating her, all the scolding, the snide comments; it hurt her.

What was worse was when he cared for her after defeating Arias. He was always there no matter how many times she had let him down. Every fibre of her being was trembling widely.

He turned around completely, repeating his question with confusion knitting his brows in the centre, "What did you just say?"

“The men at the alliance… They thought it’d be better to keep an eye out for me to monitor the virus,” She explained quietly, turning around and gathering her hair over her shoulder to reveal her nape.

The obvious painful bruise was spreading like vines on a tree, coating and painting her nerves in darkish purple, close to black. It enunciated her spinal cord.

“They added a… A safety measure in case the virus gets active again, but during our mission in China, it sort of came off from the damage it sustained… The damage I took.” So Ah dropped her head as if ashamed of the memory, unaware of him setting his bottle down and approaching her, “It’s been there ever since.”

Leon asked, his eyes unable to leave the sight of her neck, “How long?”

“... A while.”

“I need more than just a while, sweetheart,” Leon shot back, “How long has it been there?”

“A few years now…” Her voice grew heavy, keeping her teary eyes focused on the painting in front of her, “Closing in on… On eight.”

Leon’s eyes widened at that revelation, racking his brain as to when it happened. He’d known her for almost nine years – that only meant the chip was implanted when the incident happened.

“That’s right after the…” Leon trailed away when she turned around to face him, nodding as she knew what he was referring to – the night she lost her life.

H-Outbreak.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Her hand went to the back of her neck to soothe the pain, muttering, “They threatened they’d hurt my family… They’d hurt you,” She glanced at him with a soft sigh, “Like I said, I had no other choice.”

So Ah took him for granted.

Whilst she pulled him away from his horrible days and nights, Leon never went back to those tiring times. but Leon saved her a lot - numerous times.

The H-Outbreak

The pharmacy with the grieving father

The Eastern Slav Republic mission.

Her panic attack when the dreaded nickname from her late family doctor was uttered.

The Tall Oaks incident.

The entirety of the China mission.

All of her breakdowns when she'd be overwhelmed by everything.

Leon was always there and that was where he stayed. Yet, she strayed off to a new low. He didn't seem to care though, silently heading off to save her once again despite being in a dark pit himself.

Leon had her back, trusting her with his life – assuming she had his back as well. He knew she did. The disbelief and denial when he wanted her comfort but didn't find it was strong.

Someone forced her to turn her back on him for his safety's sake. Leon was a selfless man – and she didn't deserve him.

Or so she believed.

"Who are they?"

So Ah was hesitant, lips opening but not saying anything. They held her tongue in the most horrible of ways.

To her dismay, Leon’s patience was running thin.

“So Ah,” Leon ticked his head to the side, clearly growing frustrated and more livid than ever, and took a couple steps towards her.

She stumbled back at the dangerous look on his face, her breath hitching in her throat when the wall stopped her from moving any further.

God damn these cliches.

She tried to reason, but he really wasn’t having any of it anymore, “Leon, you know I can’t–”

"Oh, I think we're way past secrets now,” Leon let out a fake chuckle, his glare not faltering one bit, “So, who are they?"

“Le–”

Leon’s voice dropped an even deeper octave, rage beginning to boil under his tone, “Who the fuck are they, So Ah?”

His form towered over hers with ease, having tilted his head down to force eye contact. His broadbroad chest was practically heaving with his audible breathing which made his voice just as such; breathily. Oozing with protectivity and seething with anger, the girl had no choice but to reveal, staring wide-eyed up at him.

“The BSAA.”

Leon’s brow twitched at the information, narrowing his eyes down; after everything he had seen with the government right after he had to let them take Sherry away, it wasn’t that much of a surprise.

“The virus won’t reactivate, it’s been radio silent for years,” Leon said with a deep scowl forming on his lips, “What do they want from you?”

There was no need to hide anything back now – if the worse outcome happens, she’d take all the guilt. But if something were to happen to him, then she’d have to let her murderous instincts take over.

It’d be eerily easy because then she’d have nothing to lose. Seeing red was what would be the end of her.

“The H-Virus.”

Leon blinked, the crease between his brows deepening, “H-Virus?”

“The one Arias wanted to first release to the city,” So Ah spoke quietly as if afraid a BSAA spy was listening in, “It was by pure coincidence that I found the same man who created it.”

Guilt was starting to bubble within Leon; he knew there was something off about all those regular checkups. Every day or night, she’d return home exhausted and would only reassure him that she was just training hard.

It was all going to be okay, she kept saying.

“Where is it now?” Leon asked.

“Gone. I had it destroyed.” She replied, tearing her eyes away from his, “It was the only sample so, I don’t think we’ll be seeing it anytime soon.”

Leon didn’t like her avoiding his eyes again. Having been around her enough, he was more than aware of her tendencies and habits to cower from confrontation. She was obviously scared out of her wits, telling him all this – but he needed her to keep talking.

“Did Chris know any of this?” Leon questioned, raising his voice a bit to catch her attention once again – which he did.

So Ah shook her head, “No, he found out just before we came to you at the hotel.”

While Piers was keeping tabs on her, Chris was initially shocked when he was informed about the tracker and how they have been treating her. Even more when his soldier revealed the lives she had taken.

Leon's jaw locked as he moved back, emitting a quiet exhale from her. His hand went up to his hip, the other going to his stubble, recognizing the way she looked so small.

It was like she was back at Green Life during that awful year. Back then, she was as oblivious to anything as possible, running around in that facility and looking for scraps of information to tell her where to go and what to do.

Right now, she knew every horrible thing and she chose to deal with it on her own.

Something told him it has got to be her guilt for all those victims and broken families of the H-Outbreak. Despite all those therapy sessions and going as far as joining the government, the poor souls of that outbreak hung over her head like vultures.

This was her punishment, being a lab rat probed and poked, and observed like a hawk.

So Ah inhaled shakily, approaching him slowly, "I know I should've told you–"

"Damn right you should've." Leon cut her off, turning to look at her with sharpsharp azures.

“But I had to try and get rid of it on my own… I’m tired, Leon, I’m so tired…” She continued as she stopped walking, remorse weighing her voice down to a whisper, “I don’t want to go back there again. It feels so alone, fighting a battle I can't seem to win. And I wanted to come home to you so bad, but…”

She trailed away, casting her tearful cinnamons down, “I’m sorry.”

Leon didn’t say anything, chest heaving slightly at the sight of her. It had been soso long.

Ever since he saw her for the first time in months, all he wanted was to grab her face and kiss her till they've got no air left in their lungs. It was igniting something in him that he hadn't felt in such a longlong time. The urge from when he looked at her in Colorado was returning.

It was not fair.

So Ah released a sigh, looking up at him with a look he couldn't quite read, but it was clear she was trying to take the blame once again.

"I understand if you still want to sign the papers, it won't make me love you any less..." She looked away, attempting to hide her teary eyes and using her sleeves to wipe any rolling ones, "Ugh, I fucking ruined everythin–"

Leon kissed her to shut her up.

It was so not fair.

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One More Time (Julieta x Fem!Reader) Pt 17

As always I am not a native Spanish speaker, so if I butchered a sentence or word let me know so I may correct it.

This one ended up being super long so I hope it’s something you all find worth reading.

Part 17 of 20

Pt 18

I did not make the gif.

Things to note: Julieta is a widow. Reader is 30. Talks about depression early on.

Please don’t tear it apart too harshly!

Dinner was peaceful, even if Dolores and Isabela kept staring at you with such intensity. You stared back, not backing down and not allowing them to squeal. Isabela didn’t worry you but Dolores looked ready to burst with gossip at any second.

Bruno kept glancing at you and finally drew your attention away from his sobrinas. The conversation was pleasant but in the back of your mind you wondered how long Dolores would last. Who would she tell first? The thought of Pepa striking you with lightning for daring to cross a line with her sister sent new fear into you.

“Everything okay? You seemed off at dinner.” Julieta stated as she washed dishes. You were sitting in the kitchen watching her work.

“Perfectly fine.” You replied.

“Don’t worry, Luís didn’t approach anyone in the family today. He might end up being all talk.” Julieta said as she placed another dish to the side.

“Let’s hope.” You said and subconsciously stretched your jaw. Julieta caught the motion and stopped her work to approach you.

“I promise he can’t hurt you anymore.”

You nodded and she reluctantly went back to her duty. Tomorrow was his deadline, you wondered what was going to happen, but instead you were going to be here, locked away safe in casita.

——

The next day came and went without incident. The Madrigal’s took this as a victory. You weren’t sure how to feel. It didn’t feel like you won anything.

“Here.” Julieta extended the envelope to you later that evening.

As you went to reach for it you paused. No, something wasn’t right. It wasn’t over.

“Can you hold onto it for just a bit longer?”

Julieta was surprised but nodded regardless. If her holding onto it gave you peace of mind then she’d gladly do so.

As the night progressed you tossed and turned. You couldn’t rest well. You knew something was going to happen. Finally you stood up and paced the room, casita clicking tiles at you.

“I’m sorry to wake you, I just know something’s up.” You said to the house. It was an unusual feeling communicating with a house that could communicate back.

The window shades began to shutter and your attention was drawn out the window. You stared and rubbed your eyes a few times before absolute panic set in. From your second floor room you could see a warm glow in the distance. It danced against the night sky and you immediately knew what you were seeing.

A fire.

You prayed to whoever was listening that it wasn't what you thought it was as you rushed to slip on shoes and throw a shawl around your shoulders. You weren’t quiet as you raced down the stairs and out the door. You heard bedroom doors flutter open and your name on full lips. It didn’t stop you and you ran as fast as you could run.

Your worst fears were confirmed when you skidded to a stop outside Palabras Suaves. The building that had raised you, the building that you loved more than anything, the building that held most of your most precious moments was engulfed in flames.

You collapsed to your knees and didn’t even bother fighting back the tears as you watched your precious store burn. The wooden bookcases your father built were destroyed. The family pictures your mother had decorated the shop with burned away. The door frame that every family member from long ago had carved their name into was nothing more than ash.

“I warned you that you’d suffer if you didn’t get me that deed.”

You didn’t turn to face the man who had brought nothing but sorrow to your life.

“I can’t believe you burned it. You knew how much this store meant to me. You knew all the memories I had here.” You said, barely above a whisper.

“If you had just given me the deed it would have simply been sold and perhaps you could have continued working here. Instead you decided to challenge me.” Luís said and took a step closer to you.

“Did you ever care about me? Or was every moment we spent together a lie that would ultimately bring us here?” You asked, finally glancing up at the man.

“I only care about one person and that is me. I was going to marry you and inherit the place but you just had to come home at the wrong time.” He scoffed.

“That damn funeral should have kept you busy longer.”

You choked, whether it was from the smoke or his words it couldn’t be clear. You were a fool, an absolute fool.

“Y/N!”

You didn’t bother looking up as Julieta ran to you, her family by her side. You didn’t react when she fell to the ground and pulled you into her arms. You simply just stared as your livelihood and memories burned away.

Luís tried to flee but between Isabela’s vines and Luisa’s strength and speed he was easily captured. He cursed the girls and Isabela scoffed.

“You run your mouth a lot for a man caught in the act.”

Pepa was quick to conjure a storm but by the time the rain fell most of the store was gone. Most of the Madrigal’s took shelter from the rain and simply watched as Pepa, Juleita, and yourself remained rooted.

“I think it is time you were dealt with.” Alma said coldly, turning to face the man tied up with Isabela’s vines.

The banishment was quick. Luís was simply escorted into the forest, even the miracle wanted the man gone and parted the mountains. Isabela gave the man a rough shove and let her vines release him.

“Good luck.” She spat before the mountains closed up, separating him from herself, Luisa, Felix, Bruno, and Alma.

——

Pepa stopped the rain and knelt down beside you and her sister.

“It should be cool enough to dig through now.” She said softly.

Julieta nodded but you simply just stared. You felt numb to everything around you. The last time you felt like this was six years ago. Standing alone at your mothers funeral processing death and betrayal all at once. Except this time you weren’t alone. You had Julieta, you had all the Madrigal’s standing with you. Your brain however wasn’t quite ready to accept that yet.

Julieta helped you to your feet and to her surprise you turned your back on the disaster.

“It’s dark, I’ll come back tomorrow.” You softly said.

“Okay.” She replied just as quietly.

You and the remaining Madrigal’s walked in silence, no one knew what to say. As soon as they entered casita Pepa guided you to the living room with the family and Julieta got to work making hot cocoa.

The family chatted quietly and sipped their drinks. You simply stared into the dark liquid and pulled your shawl tighter around you, twisting the fabric between two fingers. Julieta and Pepa shared a look before the younger rose and ushered the children back to bed, leaving you and Julieta alone.

“I thought everything was going to be okay. You promised everything would be okay.” You finally said after a few long minutes of silence.

“I know. I made a promise I wasn’t able to keep and for that I ask for your forgiveness.”

You put the untouched mug to the side and put your face in your hands, your cries were subtle but easily heard. Julieta scooted closer and placed an arm over your shoulders in an attempt to comfort. It broke Julieta’s heart that she couldn’t make this better.

Your cries soon quieted and you looked up.

“I’m going to go lay down.” You mumbled and rose, shrugging her arm off of you.

“Okay, rest well.”

You didn’t respond, you simply walked up the stairs and vanished into your room. Now it was Julieta’s turn to put her face in her hands. What was she going to do to fix this?

#julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta x fem reader #julieta x reader #reader insert #Encanto #One More Time

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makibeni · 1 year

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Ch. 13 -Restless in Your Embrace

Kobeni was lying in bed, unconvincingly pretending to sleep, kept awake by the disquiet beating of her heart. Stuck in the margins between acceptance and denial, she had mostly given up on the idea of getting a full night's rest thanks to the warm body lying next to her. She slowly slid her eyes open on an exhale and stared at the ceiling. Moonlight glimmered through the window washing over the room in a shimmering blanket of soft white. Turning her head to the side she was met with a flowing cascade of red hair occupying the pillow beside her.

Makima had shown up at her door unannounced in the middle of the night, the rattled look on her face only melting away when her gaze met Kobeni. Though Makima had managed to assuage her worries, and Kobeni gladly invited her inside, she wasn't entirely clear on exactly why Makima was here. If she needed to talk to her about something she could have just waited until work the next day, and given that she didn't seem to actually say anything to her, Kobeni was left to assume that she was being literal when she said she wanted to see her. The obvious answer as to why that might be was stowed away in a vault, deep in Kobeni's mind, chained up behind a locked door labeled "Do not open under any circumstances" who's key she'd willfully misplaced. Her anxieties put up a perfectly respectable effort in keeping her awake without that nuclear warhead in their arsenal. There was no use dwelling on it at any rate, if she was going to get an answer it wouldn't be until morning. She might as well try and get some sleep.

Makima's hand reached over to Kobeni's side and rested gently on her stomach. Beads of sweat started sliding down Kobeni's face as she feared the sonorous thumping emanating from her chest might wake her slumbering companion. She tried to steady her breath and force her body to calm itself down, swatting away the discordant notions racing through her head. Makima was asleep, she just moved her hand subconsciously, the bed at her apartment was a lot bigger, she's probably use to having more room. Also, she had all those huge dogs! They probably climbed onto her bed all the time and she was just use to cuddling with them. There was nothing more to read into here. Makima was her boss, and her... friend? Friends sleep over sometimes, she did just the other day, this was totally normal! Kobeni closed her eyes and quietly let out a deep sigh. She couldn't move much with Makima's arm on her for fear of disturbing her, and she was a little sweaty from all the anxiety, but maybe this was doable. All she had to do was focus, clear her mind of wayward thoughts and breathe slowly.

Then she felt a tug.

Makima's hand had grown weary of it's resting place and climbed up her side, sliding under Kobeni's arm and perching itself on her shoulder. At the same time she could feel Makima's leg slide over her thigh, nestling itself in between her legs. The trifecta completed as Makima nuzzled her face against Kobeni's chest and let out a soft, content moan. Kobeni's eyes flung wide open. Using every ounce of willpower at her disposal she stopped a panicked yelp escaping her lips. No amount of rationalizing was going to clear her head now. Her heart felt like it was about to punch its way through her rib cage. The moonlight in the room started to glisten like a suffocating cloud of stars as her eyes began to well up. Her methodical breaths grew inadequate and she found herself gasping for air, drowning in an ocean of self directed worry. Her body moved on it's own, reflexively turning to the one thing she'd unknowingly trained it to seek out in response to distress. She was so helplessly overwhelmed she felt like a passenger in her own body, watching in horror as her form twisted itself around Makima, finding comfort where it felt most safe, wrapped in her embrace.

Resigning herself to her fate with a soundless sob, Kobeni went to put her weary head to rest. She let out a final exhausted wince as her chin rubbed up against the top of Makima's head, hoping it would at least go unnoticed. She braced herself, for what she couldn't really say, only knowing whatever it was would be a punishment befit her whatever transgression she imagined she'd committed. Her mounting anticipation was met with Makima's palm gently brushing away the tear that had streamed down her cheek, before slipping it's way once more behind her and squeezing her tight. The angst and confusion inside Kobeni's heart had been quelled, crushed by the loving embrace of her companion. Whatever new questions this was planting in her heart would have to wait until the new dawn to bear fruit, for now all that was left was for her to finally rest in Makima's arms.

#makima x kobeni #kobeni #makima #chainsaw man

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myxsweetxeverything · 2 years

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{𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽} 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 {𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷}

Here’s a short, SFW excerpt that’s part of a special request for @sheisthesisterofnight (sorry for the absence, loves! RL has been difficult sadly...). Full version, smut included, will be posted onto AO3 as soon as I am finished 💖

Trent wasn’t sure what had pulled out of dreamland first. It was either the heavy rainfall outside, or the subconscious realization that the other half of the bed was empty. He yawned loudly. “Mariqueen?”

When she didn’t say anything back, he began to worry. He turned on the lamp sitting next to him on the nightstand, and in its warm glow found that was completely alone in the room. Now this was getting worrying. Trent’s eye darted around the room. “Q?” He said as if that would make her magically reappear next to him safe and sound.

All thoughts of fear and horror were swept away when he caught the slightest glimpse at the corner of his eye of a shape through the curtains of the screen door. He turned his head just in time to see an oh so familiar silhouette standing behind the curtains. At that moment, Trent felt like the biggest idiot in the world. Of course - the damn balcony. All that worry and stress when she had been on the balcony this whole time.

He shook his head. Now that he was up, at the very least he should go and see what she was doing up so late.

Slipping out of bed, he groggily stumbled to the sliding door, moved the curtains over and opened the door. Standing wistfully out on the balcony, resting her elbows on the railing, Mariqueen didn't seem to notice him through the pouring rain. The cool night air was so soft he almost didn't notice her hair rustling. Trent quietly stepped closer, not wanting to interrupt her as she watched the rain. When he was close, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his skin pressing against the sheer black material of her skimpy nightgown.

Mariqueen chuckled when he planted a kiss on her neck. "Hey, sleepy head."

Trent pulled her closer to him and rested his chin on the back of her shoulder. The cold rain splashed against them both. "What are you doing up so late?" He asked. "We have to hit the road early tomorrow." He kissed her neck again, earning him another chuckle.

"I couldn't sleep," She said. "So I went outside."

"Maybe leave a note next time," He said. "I was about ready to tear apart the hotel room when I couldn't find you."

"I thought you said your days of messing up hotel rooms were over."

Trent shrugged slightly. "If it meant finding you, I'd destroy the whole damn building."

"Destruction, how romantic…" She rested her hands over his. A soft humming emanated from her throat as Trent gently swayed her back and forth. It took him a moment to realize that she was humming the lyrics to "Blue Moon".

Staring out over the balcony, into darkness mingling with the street lamps and the rain, it occurred to Trent just how high up they were. Really, really high up. It had only just hit him how tall the 'top floor' was. He wasn't afraid of heights, but the feeling of being that high up, where the ground was so far down and the stars - if obscured by rain clouds and light pollution - were so much closer, was almost unreal. At least he was there with Mariqueen, keeping him grounded in reality, or at least something like it.

Her humming transitioned to singing, her voice soft but still loud enough to hear over the rain.

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own…"

He wanted this to last forever. Just them, the night, and the rain.

The singing stopped. Mariqueen gently grabbed his wrists and pulled them down to her hips. Before he could ask what she was doing, she whispered, "Let's get back inside."

Trent nodded. He knew that tone very well.

{𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭}

#cw: rpf #my works #my fanfic #ship: trent/mariqueen #requests #minors dni

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deathisanartmetzli · 2 years

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TIMING: A few nights ago

PARTIES: @morbidlycuriousabigail @deathisanartmetzli

SUMMARY: Abigail and Metzli meet for drinks and catch up.

WARNINGS: Alcohol (bar), Alcoholism (brief mention)

As Abigail made her way to the Bloody Stake, she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Metzli that had caused them to spend so much time in the loft of the art gallery. She was worried for her friend, a feeling she was certainly not a fan of. That worry persisted as she made her way inside, finding a booth to sit in, so she wouldn’t have to risk somebody sitting next to her who wasn’t who she had agreed to meet up with. After sending a quick text to let Metzli know she was at the location a bit early, she leaned back in the booth, looking out at the others here, taking note of the general air about this place.

Abigail had never been to the Bloody Stake before. She didn’t usually go to bars, but she could make an exception for this place. It seemed to serve as a safe haven for supernaturals who just wanted to get a drink or hang out without having to worry about hunters or watching how they spoke. In all honesty, Abigail loved it. She felt like she could actually relax and let her guard down for a moment. When the door to the bar opened, Abigail peered over and saw that Metzli had arrived, so she quickly sat up and made sure her suit jacket was straightened. They hadn’t talked in person non-professionally in a few weeks and Abigail didn’t want to look disheveled or disorganized.

Of all the things that were affecting Metzli the past few days, fatigue and pain were the worst. Resting proved too difficult with the amount of thoughts pooling in their head and the pain still surging at the point of amputation. The tidal waves were so strong that they couldn’t find a break in the current. They figured they just had to let themselves be swept away and find where it takes them. For the night, it was Bloody Stake, where Abigail was waiting for them. Despite working with one another, they hardly interacted inside or outside work, so it was a nice way to catch up with their friend.

“Been too long since we last hung out. How’ve you been anyway? I only ever see you dashing around the gallery. Which, I mean, is good, but you rarely pop into my office anymore.” Metzli sipped their blood wine and immediately grimaced into their glass as they realized why Abigail hadn’t visited their office quite as much. They weren’t hooking up. Ever since they established a relationship with Eilidh, they quickly followed the rules they found in movies and instilled a monogamous approach to their relationship. They didn’t know any different, and besides that, Abigail was developing feelings that Metzli knew they couldn’t reciprocate. It was just better to keep everything friendly. “Notice anything different about me?” Waving what was left, they chuckled. Seeing the missing limb had already startled a few people, so they were just trying to get ahead of it and make the topic lighter. Doing so was easier than getting pity they didn’t need.

“Ah, yes… for that I am sorry. I will make more of an effort to spend time with you. Things have been especially busy as of late.” Abigail was genuinely sorry, avoiding eye contact by taking a look at the drinks menu. She was being honest, but not completely, as part of their time apart had been intentional, so she could have some time to help her sort through her feelings. “I am okay. Life has certainly been rather interesting, but it seems like the same could be said about you.” She glanced down towards Metzli’s arm, or lack thereof, quickly putting the pieces together that it had probably happened during Eilidh’s rescue. It certainly was a large change, but she knew Metzli could handle anything that was thrown at them. She was relieved to see that they were handling it well. “So, how’d that happen?”

Though the elephant in the room had already been addressed, Abigail still felt a bit uneasy. Maybe it was subconscious guilt from her recent actions, or maybe it was that this was one of their first non-work conversations since her outburst at the mall. Either way, she needed a drink, but none of the ones on the menu suited her needs as well as she’d hoped they would. She was hoping for a drink that was more fresh, and more illegal. “I thought they would have… different drinks and food here. Blood is in the name, but it is not in the menu past the cover page.” Quickly flipping through the menu once more, she sighed, and decided to just order a mint julep, which she quickly did when a member of wait staff came by to ask what they wanted.

Before they could answer, and definitely before the bartender could leave, Metzli waved them to stop, whispering in their ear. The Bloody Stake was a supernatural bar, but first and foremost, it needed to protect itself and the patrons. Which meant, one had to know how to order if they wanted to sate their needs. Being a seasoned patron themself, Metzli knew exactly what to do. “Gotta know how to order.” They bounced their brows at Abigail and shifted in their side of the booth until they could get comfortable. “They should remember you next time, but if they don’t, just tell them you need the ‘Manager’s Special.’ That usually does the trick. This is actually blood wine.” Raising their glass, they leaned back and swirled the red liquid as they pondered for a few moments.

“As for my arm,” Metzli paused to sip, “An elder vampire ripped it off my arm in the process of trying to get Macleod. She went to find the puta to do something…romantic.” Eyes softened and sparkled with tears that brimmed, brinking on falling down to their cheeks. It was strange to continue to call her Macleod to others, but now the sentiment had so much weight. They were special to her, and she had proven it a hundred times over. They couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks to her, I’ll be getting my soul back soon. She went out there to get the final ingredient. So losing my arm in order to get two important things was worth it.”

After thanking Metzli with a brief nod, Abigail leaned in to whisper to the bartender, whispering into their ear. Upon their return, a bloody mary was placed in front of her, which she quickly began to sip from with a straw. “Fantastic. I will have to come here more often.” As she listened to Metzli’s tale, she was surprised to see tears brimming in their eyes. It was the first time she’d seen them show that much sentimentality and vulnerability. She was happy for them. “So, thanks to Macleod you will soon be getting your soul? That’s lovely, what all will that entail?” Abigail wondered how much a soul really mattered when it came to one’s personality. Sometimes she wondered if she had one of her own, but in the end, it mattered little to her. Abigail was who she was, and she didn’t need a soul to be herself.

“It sounds like a worthy sacrifice.” Leaning down to sip slowly from her drink once again, clearly enjoying it. Eventually, she sat back up and fixed her posture, glancing out at the other restaurant patrons for a moment, finding that there were no eyes on the two of them. It was nice to be in a place where she didn’t have to lower her tone or dance around what she meant to say. “I have been busy planning some things to help Cass, but she does not know yet so please do not tell her. I fear she would not approve of my methods.” Her gaze returned to Metzli as she spoke with a hint of guilt, something unusual for her. When it came to strangers it was fine, but she was still coming to terms with tormenting a friend to push her to her limits. “Like Cletus Kasady and Spiderman.”

“There’ll be a ritual of sorts. I don’t know what all will happen during it. Just the outcome. That’s all I care about,” Metzli answered a little bleakly, staring into their wine as they shrugged. Whatever the case, they’d take anything that came with the process. How it made them feel or how scared they got didn’t matter. They’d sacrifice anything to feel fully again. And they were so close, finding several necromancers to aid them. So few were willing, most were wary, and rightfully so. The time would come when they were ready. Eilidh made sure they were aware of that. That Fate worked in her own way and would only reveal the path when it was time. While they waited, they’d continue as they were. Which meant seeing friends like Abigail, who was bringing up an interesting subject.

Metzli’s back straightened at the mention of Cass, and her insinuation that their connection was like a hero and supervillain. Confusion tilted their head and curiosity danced in the form of questions in their head. “What do you mean by that?”

Abigail felt the hint of guilt return, if only for a moment, like a tuning fork being struck in her core. A sip from her drink silenced that rising feeling, allowing her to admit to what she’d done without worrying as much about how Metzli would react. “I have made my less savory deeds more… public, to help Cass. Jackrabbit, that’s what I’m calling myself.” She spoke quietly to keep others in the restaurant from hearing, though she probably wouldn’t be taken seriously if somebody nearby had managed to hear. She didn’t feel guilty for much, other than that she would have to fight with her friend to do what she needed to do. “I can explain.”

It took a few moments of heavy silence for Abigail to carefully choose her words. Once she’d finally made her decision, she cleared her throat and met Metzli’s gaze, leaking closer to speak in a subtle whisper. “While we were talking, she mentioned that she wished she had an arch nemesis, so that she could be pushed to her limits and discover who she was or what she’s truly capable of. To do that, I have started putting things in order so as to become her… arch-nemesis.” Abigail felt an immense relief wash over her as she explained everything to Metzli, but a new weight quickly replaced it as she waited with baited breath for Metzli’s response.

Lips pursed in thought, perplexed and impressed with the solution that Abigail had come up with. Metzli tapped on their glass, before drumming their fingers on the table as they contemplated. They understood her line of thought, even if it was a little–no–quite flawed. It was dangerous and could get two people they cared about hurt. Or worse. Dead. “I get what you’re trying to do, and I mean–well, don’t you think it might be a little…” Stressing a hand through their locks, they sighed. “Out there? What if you two get hurt? At some point, she’s gonna have to fight you, right?” They swallowed, thinking of all the worst possible outcomes for such a foolhardy plan. And in a place like White Crest, creating danger was a game that rarely had any winners.

“What arrangements are you making if you don’t mind me asking?” To quell their nerves, Metzli sipped on their wine and let the warmth wash over their stomach. No more quakes to send tremors to their fingers. At least until they got more information. For all they knew, her arrangements would be ludicrous.

“Well… I told her about one of my burial sites out in the forest so she’d find it.” Abigail spoke quietly, slowly realizing that her plan might not be as solid as she’d initially thought. “I dulled my blade, moved most of the bodies to a more secluded location, and I did well to avoid doing anything too physically harmful to her when we fought.” She didn’t plan to hurt Cass in any major way, rather, she hoped to do the opposite. So far, she had managed to push her limits further, hopefully towards an inevitable breakthrough. Abigail saw herself as an inevitable force, somebody that was bound to cause pain, but if she could use that hurt to help somebody, maybe it wouldn’t all be for nothing.

After deeply sipping her drink, Abigail spoke again, albeit with less shame and secrecy in her tone. “I got a mask too. I custom ordered it anonymously, and I believe it did rather well for hiding my identity from Cass.” At the moment, her main goal was to be honest so as to alleviate Metzli’s worries, but she also hoped to alleviate her own worries as well by speaking aloud about the many precautions that had been taken. Gently, she rubbed the back of her neck, a scarf wrapped around it even though the weather outside was incredibly hot. It hid an odd wound, though it hadn’t been caused by her fight with Cass. “-there was one complication, though. I thought it would go away because it’s been a few months, but it’s still there and I believe it is getting worse.”

“Burial sites.” Metzli didn’t like the way that word felt on their tongue. The weight of which was too heavy for their liking. Killing came with a new price, inflation following their soul’s demand and supply of their freshly obtained empathy. “As dark as that sounds, seems to me like you got it pretty thought out. Please keep it that way. I don’t want either of you to get hurt, okay?”

Worriedly, they reached across the table and pulled Abigail’s hand into theirs. She looked bothered by something, and if there’s anything Metzli had learned from the empathy they now felt, it’s that it hurt to see their friends in pain. “I’d love to know what the mask looks like, but I wanna focus on you first. What is the complication?” Their nerves spiked as their eyes lingered on Abigail’s movements, trying to translate and discover what they meant before she could explain. No luck there, though. She just looked uncomfortable. In pain, maybe. Squeezing her hand gently, they leaned in and inquired, “Can I help?”

“I will continue to keep things planned out. If I were to actually hurt her, I don’t think I could forgive myself. The goal of what I am doing is to do the opposite.” Abigail knew deep down that she probably sounded crazy, but she was also completely confident that she could do some real good if she kept up the act for Cass. She seemed a bit troubled by the other looming issue, but it was hard to discern anything deeper due to her usual dull countenance. When her hand was squeezed, she looked down at it for a moment, before returning her gaze to a spot between Metzli’s eyes. “I don’t believe you can help. My neck has begun to… open, in a way. When I woke up after fighting Cass, it had worsened.”

Slowly, Abigail slid her hand away from Metzli’s to reach to the side of her scarf that hid the seam, parting the crimson cloth to reveal a thin, long seam in the side of her neck. Upon being uncovered, thick black smoke began pouring out, attempting to float upwards, but the spot was quickly covered to stop too much from seeping out. “It seems to get worse after significant trauma to my head or neck. I believed it would go away 3 months ago when it first appeared, so I hid it and forgot about it until it got larger.” Though she wasn’t necessarily afraid of what would happen if it got worse, she was troubled by the thought. It had served to be a slight inconvenience so far, but if this continued, it would become a real problem, one that would require more than a scarf or some cheap adhesive bandaids to fix. “It is no big deal.”

Alarm spread through Metzli, tensing their body and causing the hand holding their glass of wine to clench and break the glass. Shards and wine flew across the table. The physical mess was easy to clean, but what was transpiring in Abigail’s world couldn’t be rectified with the simple cloth and spray the bartender was using to undo what Metzli had created. Worry roused their brows, unable to process what they had seen. Abigail needed help, and they had no idea how to give that to her. They knew how selfish it was to worry about how they could help her, but they were torn. It hurt, physically hurt, to see such a thing plague her. She could be strong and stoic, but they could see the small twinge of fear that threatened to break through.

“It looks like a big deal, Abs. A wound like that isn’t normal, it’s just not. How on earth did you—” Metzli interrupted themself, looking down at their arm and huffing. They were doing the same thing. That was a wake up call if they’d ever seen one, but they’d need to deal with that later. “Sorry. I’m worried, that’s all. I care, you know? But whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. I’m here, okay? And we got tonight. We can just forget for now and try to have a good night. On me.”

“It isn’t. It does not hurt, nor does it do much other than leak smoke. My main concern is what will happen if the seam… fully opens. I do not believe I could survive such an event.” Abigail disliked being the focus of the conversation. It did not feel good to have somebody worry about her, which was what she’d been doing to Metzli not long ago. Maybe it would be best if they could both forget their worries, if only for a few short moments. “Yes, I’m worried about you as well. Let us drink. I would like to try a shot.” Hailing a bartender, she ordered a series of blood-vodka shots to be brought over.

Abigail’s childhood had made her wary of alcohol, especially in excess. She always worried that she’d carry more of her father’s genes than she’d previously expected, but she didn’t want to have to worry anymore tonight, about herself or her friend. “To losing our concerns.” Lifting a small shot glass to her lips, she tilted it back, downing the liquid before she could taste it and reeling slightly at the burning sensation. A few small coughs escaped her, the aftermath of her first ever shot. “Do people drink these for fun?”

Metzli couldn’t help but chuckle, letting themself sink into the familiar and all too welcomed relief. White Crest held many trials and tribulations, but those were easy to fair when one had friends. Many of which they made because they had moved to that strange town. “They do,” Metzli replied with a wry smile, taking their shot in return. “You didn’t do bad at all, actually.” Picking up the next shot glass, they rose it to the air and leaned back, eyes lingering to Abigail’s neck for only a moment before they managed to speak. Despite all the things that obscured their path and made it harder to tread, they always had the connections they had collected to clear it up. That was always enough for them, and it was their hope that it was enough for Abigail too. She, along with the rest of their friends, deserved a lifetime of happiness, and they’d do what they could to ensure that.

“Got one more toast.” Metzli proclaimed, feeling their smile upturn into something a little more genuine. Things would be okay, in the end. It would be figured out. One way or the other. Leaning in, they breathed in, ready to cement the energy the two needed for the night. “To friends.”

#wickedswriting #words in blood #writings #to friends #abigail and metzli #alcohol #alcoholism tw

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Although the first day of Goku’s shore leave from the time patrol was a wonderful day to spend with his wife, the first night into Goku’s shore leave wasn’t. Chi-Chi could tell that something was bothering him after they visited both living versions of his parents but wanted him to open up on his own accord. She couldn’t force him to open up, but she could let him know he was safe to show his vulnerabilities to her. She went to bed first, After Goku had already told her he would stay up for another hour as he took some time to meditate his issues away, but he knew he wasn’t ever going to be rid of them truly. He knew his personal demons would torment him for the rest of his life, but he also knew he didn’t have to fight them alone. After he had finished meditating, he then took some time to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. He then entered his room, but as he was about to enter his room, he noticed that he had forgotten to do the laundry. Oh well. He could do it tomorrow. Right now, he needed sleep. He then took off his shirt and pants before putting them in the hamper and grabbed one of his black shirts. One of his pants to his Gi, and last but not least, a black belt. He put the pants on first. He used to sleep without his shirt on.

Goku had stopped doing that a few years ago, and one of the reasons why was that something had happened to cause him to wear a shirt as he was putting the closest things to the pajamas he had on; he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't see the figure he was but the physical scars he got over the years. The scar on his chest reminded him of when Moro punched through his body with him, sadistically saying, "Don't you go dying on me just yet." He actually heard Moro in his mind when he remembered that. He then also looked at his side, the scar from the blade that Goku black stabbed into him. Zamasu and Goku Black bragged to him about how they murdered his family. Or the time Frieza stepped on his wound from being caught off guard, and he was forced to stay awake as Frieza literally told him, "Wake up! Torture isn't fun if I can't hear you scream!" Many other mental scars came from his battles with various versions of enemies he had fought in his past. This is what he tried to hide from everyone except Chi-Chi. This was his personal Hell. He tried to hide a series of trauma and depression from everyone because he didn't want them to worry, but he slowly realized that the more he tried to hide it, the more obvious it became that he needed help. He needed to open up and basically say that he wasn't okay. Chi-Chi was aware of this, and instead of being angry, she did everything she could to help him.

He would try to talk to his father again when he had the chance. Because the one scar that Bardock gave was when he was sent away, and it wasn't even entirely his fault... He remembered hearing Bardock say, "Listen, son, you do whatever it takes to survive... I don't know if I'll ever see you again. But promise me you'll survive no matter what..." Light tears in his eyes fell down his face, but he could hold it together for the most part as he wiped his tears before walking to bed. He laid down and drifted to sleep. Unfortunately, he was having a nightmare, and an exceedingly terrible one at that. He could be seen partially tossing and turning but not drastically, as he was subconsciously aware that his wife was sleeping next to him. "No... Please... I beg you... Leave her alone... She has nothing to do with this... Don't hurt her... Please... Stop..... Not my sons too... Not my daughter…"

Chi-Chi was sleeping during all of this when she heard the muttering. She then slowly woke up and instinctively turned to see her husband tossing and turning and muttering to himself. Her eyes widened as she realized he was having a terrible nightmare again. Goku didn’t usually have nightmares, but whenever he did, they were bad. Really bad. To the point where he woke up having panic attacks. She always saw him at his worst whenever this happened as he cried afterward. She knew she had to wake him up, so she then shook him. “Goku! Wake up! Please, Baby! Please wake up! I need you to wake up!” Her concern could easily be seen on her face as she tried to wake her husband up. He was always there for her when her depression was bad, but she knew he was dealing with much worse. She always felt he had some form of post-traumatic stress disorder, so when they found out, she wasn't surprised.

As this happened, Goku quickly woke up and violently jolted up as he then screamed, “NO!!!!” As he then began to hyperventilate from a minor panic attack, Chi-Chi knew she needed to be the strong one for him. He always was that way for her; she cooed to Goku as she hugged him. Rubbing her hand on his head as she whispered into his ear. Goku could only cry on her shoulder as she made sure he knew he was safe.

“Shhhh. It’s okay, Baby. You’re safe. They can’t hurt you anymore.” She said as she knew who he was talking to in his sleep. She had to reassure him that it was just a trauma-induced nightmare. “I’m here. The boys are fine. Viola's okay. We’re safe. You’re safe. Zamasu, Moro, Frieza, Cooler, Turles. None of them can hurt you or any of us anymore.” She knew they would be up for a while now, but she had to make sure Goku was going to be okay first before they went back to bed. “Let's head to the kitchen. I can brew us some coffee, and you can talk to me about it so I can help you, Okay?” Goku nodded as he couldn’t help but know he couldn't keep trying to fight things he couldn’t fight on his own. When the two got up, Chi-Chi took his hand as she led him to the kitchen as she could tell that he was still spooked. The horrible dream really got to him. Chi-Chi could tell the two had a lot of bumps on the road, but they were the best they had ever been, and they were much happier for it. Sure the time patrol allowed Goku the professional help he might need, but she knew she was the one he opened up to the most. Once she mixed the coffee up for herself, after handing Goku his coffee, she then sat right next to him to grab his hand, holding it in a comforting manner. ”Who was it this time?” She asked him, knowing he needed her to understand and listen to him.

“A mixture of everyone I’ve fought in the past.” He said. His tone showed that he was still troubled. The stress from the nightmares always got to him. But she also knew he was always open about this. That was good. His opening up about this stuff kept him close to her and sane. She needed him to fight his trauma but knew he couldn’t fight it alone. “Frieza, Cooler, Gero, Turles, Slug, Zamasu, Broly, Wheelo, Cell, 19, 17, Baby, Vegeta, Nappa…” He was hesitant to talk about the next person as he learned to grow some love for him. Chi-Chi was able to tell from his hesitation.

“Raditz?” Chi-Chi asked, already knowing the answer. Granted, Raditz did hurt Goku and played a part in his death, even kidnapping Gohan, but she knew that Raditz was still her Brother in Law, and she understood his guilt. She then positioned herself to talk to him in a way to give him both advice and reassurance, holding both of his hands in the process. “Goku, honey, you shouldn’t blame yourself for something you were FORCED to do. I know you have grown to love your brother but letting his death get to you isn’t going to fix what happened between you two.” She gave him a reassuring smile as she then continued. “But we can bring him back so that you can talk to him. You two NEED to talk to each other. I know it won’t be easy, but I know it’s what you need, even if you were hesitant to tell me. I understand. You and Raditz need to reconcile, for both of your sake.” She held his hands in her own and gave him her compassionate smile as she did what she could to ease his mind. “You did it with your grandfather and two versions of your parents. You talked to grandpa Gohan when you had the chance to again. Your Grandpa telling you that his death wasn't your fault really did put your mind and heart at ease. I know you can get through to Raditz. After all, despite everything that's happened between you two, he is still your brother.”

Goku pondered on what she said. “How?” Goku asked. He knew she was right, but he also knew he needed to figure out how to do this. She always helped him however she could, allowing him to ask his question. “How would I know to approach this Hun? Raditz and I… haven’t spoken since the two of us died together. That was several lifetimes ago. We may be in our prime again, thanks to Chronoa, but we're older than we look, Chi-Chi. Do you really think I’ll be able to reconcile with him?”

Chi-Chi wasn't sure, and Goku could quickly tell, but he knew that he himself had his doubts. But somewhere deep in her heart, she knew she had to take a leap of faith for her husband's sake. "You just need to give him time. I don't know if he will be willing to talk to us, but we must take that leap of faith. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he needs you. He needs you to be his brother. And if you can change Vegeta of all people for the better, surely you can save Raditz’s soul."

Goku then gave a faint but genuine smile as he leaned to give Chi-Chi a small kiss, knowing she'd return it as the two drank their coffee after they shared their kiss. "Thanks, Chi-Chi. I honestly don't know what I would do without you at this point." He said, showing honesty in his tone. Chi-Chi could tell he was grateful to have her. Especially now. Not just when he always opened up to her but fact that he actually went as far as to create a chamber inside their house that allowed him to train in the manners that he's trained in before, at a much faster rate, and even implement his training into his work not just as a time patroller but also for his tutor job, the farm, the lumber business that he now started up as an extension of the farm, bounty hunting while he was on duty, and even the part-time bodyguard duty.

"Honestly dear…" Chi-Chi started as she somewhat knew the answer but didn't really want to think about it. No one could really blame her, of course. He would be in a much worse position with his personal demons getting to him like this. "... I think I would be in the same boat you're in and not want to think about it. I may have been through a lot from you not being around, but you actually suffered so much that I can't begin to imagine where you would be without the people you love. It does hurt me to know that you still fight and put yourself through all of this, but it also amazes me to know just how much fight's still left in you and how much of you is still in there." She was clearly speaking from the bottom of her heart from that point as they both had gone through so much together and separately as she reflected on everything. "Not to mention you try to make yourself a better person because of your experiences. You tried to correct yourself by learning from every mistake you've made, knowing that you could never be perfect. That kind of made me want to do the same. And although we had a lot of bumps on the road, we managed to make it work. You're stubborn, yes. But you're also very patient as well. One of those many reasons why I loved you to begin with and still do to this day."

"I'm sorry if I have to make you worry a lot," Goku responded, knowing that she would forgive him and that there wasn't a need for an apology, but he knew it had to be said. He never wanted her to worry after everything they'd been through together. "Guess that makes two of us that are both stubborn and patient with each other." Both of them could be heard laughing at that remark as if it were true, and they could tease each other about it. Goku could tell that something was on Chi-Chi's mind. Something that was bothering her. Even if it wasn't between the two, he always tried to make sure that she could vent to him just as much as he could vent to her. "So, is there anything you want to get off your chest? Feel like now would be a good time since we're already talking about my problems."

Chi-Chi could only feel warm inside as he said that, as she knew he'd listen. First, she started by teasing him. "First of all, you shouldn't be apologizing for doing the right thing and protecting every reality out there. Especially since you also always try to make sure you come home safe. Silly." She could only smile when she said that, as she was genuinely grateful to have him still around. “I just want to tell you that you’re one of the strongest people I know. You suffered more than anyone should, yet you still keep fighting despite this. You still try to stay strong for me, our family, and our friends. But I need you to come to me anytime you ever feel how you are right now. I know you already do that, but I need you never to stop doing that. Your battles are mine, just as my battles are yours.” She took another sip of her coffee and leaned closer to her husband. Smiling as she did so. "I love you, Goku," Chi-Chi said in the most genuine way possible as he then smiled at her, kissed her forehead, and responded back.

"I love you too, Chi-Chi." He smiled as he held her in his arms while she held him in hers for a few minutes. Until they both had their minds at ease. They both needed this talk. They both had a lot to get off their chest, and Goku knew getting her to open up while he was doing so would actually help her too. She was always grateful for that. But now Goku could tell something was up again but not something terrible, but he could tell from the grin she was giving him. "Something on your mind?"

Chi-Chi looked at him with a little seductive grin, then got up and sat on his lap, staring into his eyes as she answered. "Oh, it's nothing really serious. It's just that I just remembered our anniversary is coming up soon. I was wondering if you wanted to go on a retreat for it. If I remember correctly, it was your turn to pick what we did this year. But you've been busy with work as of late. Up until now, anyway. If not, we can figure something out."

Goku returned that grin as he stood up, picked her up as he did so, and kissed her softly as he began to ask. "Actually, I was actually going to ask you if we could go to a festival in Conton City. There's a lot of stuff there, and we could bring the whole family if you want; it's up to you."

Chi-Chi then looked at her husband, not out of anger but rather excited, as she knew the festival that he was referring to. "You actually want to go to the Time festival?"

"Well yeah. There's a lot to do there, and it would be great to bring the kids if you're okay with that." Goku said, but he would understand if she wanted it just to be the two of them.

"No, no! That's perfect!" She exclaimed. She didn't mind spending her anniversary with her whole family as long as she could spend most of it with her husband. Plus, she was looking for something for the family to enjoy at some point next week, so this was perfect. "Honey, I don't mind spending some of our anniversaries with our whole family. Every time you plan something for our anniversary, you've done so much to ensure it's just the two of us. I don't mind spending some of them with the whole family. I was hoping we could take our family to the Time Festival anyway. I heard the food's good there. And I know watching fights may not be your cup of tea, but it's nice not to have to do the fighting yourself, right?"

"Yeah," Goku said as he gently put her down back on her feet. "Right now… I just want to focus on being with you right now. My brother can wait for now. I do have to give him time, after all. Right now… I just want to stay like this for a little while longer. I missed too many opportunities to be like this with you, and I don't intend on making that same mistake again."

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ourladytamara · 2 years

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Lover’s Retreat

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Tamara 03/08/2022 | @_ourladytamara

Cws: horror, implied snuff, cnc, tentacles

A chill runs down your unconscious spine, wrenching you from the blissful oblivion of deep sleep. Even beneath your heavy blankets, the cold air of the room leaves you vulnerable. Ugh – the heater downstairs must’ve cut out again. It wasn’t like the cabin was very well-maintained, on account of you two only having a month or so a year to spend in it; things broke down every so often, and it wasn’t anything too serious – though certainly annoying.

It was made up for by the sheer remoteness of your little retreat. Nestled in the Canadian Rockies, the next-nearest sign of civilization was a humble gas station down the road – by nearly a forty minutes’ drive. No one to disturb you save for the trees and the wilderness, just the way you both preferred it.

You blink your eyes open, staring into your lover’s back. There she was, rising and falling so peacefully with the motion of her breath. Such a beautiful woman; you were truly lucky to be able to spend these nights with her, cuddled so closely together. Her skin feels a little different, though; hm, she must be getting cold, too, you think, stretching the blankets across her once more.

Silence wraps you tightly, the cool night air lulling you back to sleep. Before you’re even aware of it, you’re fast asleep once more, drifting off back into the tender embrace of dream.

Colors, movement, spiraling figures; your subconscious is hard at work, your eyes rapidly darting unseen beneath your heavy-shut lids. You’re awash in an ocean of technicolor bliss, riding the rumbling vibrancy as if it were the gentle rocking of a calm sea. Peace. Warmth. You drift…

...your eyes shoot open once again. It’s frigid.

Fuck, how late was it? You stare into the ceiling, plain and bare, and then back at your lover; she still slept completely sound, rising and falling as you’d done unconsciously mere seconds ago.

Maybe it was you. After all, if the cold was sufficient to wake you from slumber not once, but twice, it must’ve been something only you could notice. Perhaps her side of the bed was warmer, you think, pressing a cheek against her spine as you shut your eyes. Mmmm – yes, she certainly was warmer. She was like a warm shower, a freshly-dried bedspread; oh, how dearly you loved her.

You snuggle into her tightly, clenching your arms around her. It takes a bit to embrace her fully; she was likely curled up, snug and warm, and so your arms didn’t feel as long. Mhm, that was it – you were too tired to think it through, anyways. Her skin is soft, at least usually; it’s a little rougher tonight, but then again, you can’t remember if she’d showered right before sleep as usual. Best not worry about it. Vacation was still a week and a half from being over, anyways – why stress again before it was time to leave?

A long, satisfied sigh escapes your lips, as the waves of dream begin to carry your drifting body.

There is only darkness. Still, silent, restful darkness – until you feel your eyelids pry themselves open once again.

Now, you were annoyed. That felt less than a minute of solid sleep; it was impossible to tell the time, as your phone was across the room, and the thick winter fog utterly snuffed any sunlight until at least ten or so, but you were still certain it couldn’t be any later than three AM.

You’re staring at the ceiling again, apparently having turned away from your slumbering partner sometime before awakening. That was odd; it was difficult to dislodge the two of you from a sleeping embrace even in the lightest of naps, yet you’d done so of your own volition twice, now. Beside you, the rhythmic breathing that’d lulled you to sleep so many times tonight. Perfectly, evenly paced.

Something was off.

You gently roll onto your side to face the window.

The curtains gently moving in the still evening breeze, the heavy glass pane left wide open.

It hasn’t even been unlocked, let alone disturbed, this entire trip – until now.

Sleep is gone in an instant, replaced with a sudden and instant surge of adrenaline. You did not unlock that window. You… you were sure you didn’t, there was no reason – it was barely above freezing! Was it recent? Was… it dawns on you. No. You start to hyperventilate, thoughts morphing into other thoughts faster than you could even process either – frenzied as you were, however, you knew what your mind was telling you.

Whoever had opened it was still around during the last two times you’d fallen asleep.

Your beloved. You – you had to check on… on your…

Warm, calloused fingers, double-knuckled, rub across your cheek. Joints pop, shift, crackle, every movement like stirring a corpse from the long, long rest of death.

You were not in bed with your lover.

“ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ,” rattles a low, chittering voice, one you’d never heard nor never wanted to hear, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ.”

“ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ.”

You want to vomit. You want to run. You want to cry you want to scream you wa-

A finger slides between your lips and fondles your tongue, another sliding in behind it to caress your gums. Another. Another.

“ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ.”

Black, veiny tendrils begin to crawl through the window – begin to crawl across your body beneath the blankets.

“ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ - ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ.”

You want to be woken up from this nightmare, knowing it will never end.

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overbearingstruggles · 3 years

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#I didn't want to rb this from anyone else because I'm having a fucking WEEK and his particular timing being rn is h i t t i n G #it's my 3rd day of very little sleep and today in particular I'm at a breaking point on the verge of tears #if you're like 2 people on my other socials you can confirm my sus posts today especially #my mom had hip replacement surgery Tuesday and everything went fine!! but changing plans and a lack of info made it more stressful #Tuesday I was awake at 430a to be at the hospital by 6a for the 8a surgery #originally she was supposed to be kept overnight and tbfh I was looking forward to the break and assurance #Welp. she was a-ok so change of plans to send her home. ofc I'm thrilled she's well but that was a long fucking day for me #and not a well rested night being subconsciously worried about her in the next room #I took Tues-Thurs off work but in order to not fuck myself I still worked! and took phonecalls from a couple people #I'm moving into a new department next week and I have zero brain capacity for that rn but I'm already committed #it will be great eventually but I have guilt leaving some people behind and idk what's really best for my future heh #with my T1D I live in fear of unemployment and being uninsured so stability is all I can focus on but I'm exhausted with work #on top of the overall picture that I've been caring for my disease my whole life. caring for family since I was 15 and it's never stopped #and I work 7 days a week out of fear so the next 48hrs? working a full day. caring for my mom. her pt coming. having our a/c repaired #then I drive to LA at 6. run the shop for the day because my manager is out of town. drive back home #I just have to make it to Saturday night for some rest #but guys I'm tired #and if you for some reason made it this far. this is the most fun I'm having lately #I spent the surgery day talking about Rian's inevitable breakup and that was so fun for me #I know my mom's cool and I almost cried several times today being overwhelmed so I'm now drunk and calming down but 😐#Alex Gaskarth tweets #yeah I'mma still tag it!! lol

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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I saw you and I knew.

Biker!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: You met Bucky unexpectedly at an unfamiliar bar one night - one of your last nights of freedom before your parents marry you off to some rich, young man. Bucky happened to be so different from all the men you had dated or you were used to seeing that it was a little bit of a surprise how reckless and open he was. You had been subconsciously looking for a way out of the situation you were in for days, so when Bucky makes you a rather unusual proposal; you accept immediately. And it ends up being one of the best things you ever agreed to.

Themes: smut, fluff,

a/n: remember this Bucky? Yeah, me too.

The moment you stepped into the bar, you felt all eyes on you.

Not in a bad way, more like in an intrigued way.

A couple of steps in and you realized why; there was no one but bikers in this club. Large, built, mean looking men. But judging by the sound of laughter and the bouncers scattered around the room, you felt oddly safe in the environment.

You went up to the counter and ordered yourself a drink. Once you found a seat in the less crowded area of the bar, you settled in next to the large window pane; looking out at the passing cars while sipping on your drink. The sun would set soon so the sky was all pink, and-

You felt a tap on your shoulder. “This seat taken?” A male voice spoke up behind you.

You placed your bottle down and turned to face him. You were aware that you did stare at him for a while. How could you not? Dark, slightly long hair, worn out leather jacket, and tattoos… a lot of them, peeking through his collar and around his wrists. And a perfect face. He gave you a slight smirk when he noticed that you were checking him out but you soon recovered, your heart racing.

“No, it’s not.” You gestured to the seat across from you, which he then walked over to.

You watched him, how he moved so confidently. You kept watching as he placed his own beer down, and took his leather jacket off to reveal a loose, ripped t-shirt underneath, as well as his muscular arms; one of them metal and glistening in the dimmed lights of the bar. He folded the jacket carelessly into a ball and placed it down on the table before taking a seat in front of you, leaning back and placing his muscular, tattooed arm over the seat of the booth. You noticed his pierced ears then.

It almost felt like a strip show. He had barely said enough to you and you were already feeling a little hot, with him staring at you.

“I’ve never seen you around here before.” He said, and something about his ease, and the softness of his tone, despite his rather mean and dangerous appearance, chased away the little bit of awkwardness which was forming in between you too. It soon vanished.

You licked your lips and answered, “It’s my first time here actually.” You gave him a polite smile which he returned, giving you the same look that everyone gave you for the first nanoseconds you walked in - an intrigued look.

He leaned forward, and gently toyed with your car keys laying on the table top. You got a whiff of his scent. You expected him to smell like cigarettes but he smelt like some fading, strong and expensive cologne. Very manly. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you, Princess?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him slightly, not minding the nickname. “How’d you know?”

He chuckled, and the sound echoed in your head. He sounded so boyish when he laughed, it warmed your heart for some reasons. Something about him screamed trouble, and recklessness and danger.

“You drive a Benz which no one here does, you’re drinking a martini while everyone is having cheap beers and you’re dressed like a classy lady in a place filled with leather and chains. So tell me, am I right?” He pointed out, his tone cocky and confident like one would expect.

You leaned back into your seat as well. “You’re judging me.” You pointed out. Funny, you thought you were somewhat blending in here with your little black dress - but clearly not.

He laughed again, making you crack a little smile. “Princess, look around. You don’t belong here. So tell me, what’s your story? How did you end up in a place like this?”

You sighed. “I was just… driving around, and I ran out of fuel not far from here. So I called for my chauffeur and didn’t want to wait by the side of the road until he arrived so I figured I could get a drink while waiting.”

He looked you dead in the eyes while you talked. Nodding at each bit of information. “I meant your real story, Princess. You drove a long way, why? I see it in your eyes. Something’s bothering you. What is it?”

He was reading you like you were his favorite book. And you found that quite… interesting because no one was ever able to do that normally. It felt intimate.

“And why should I tell you?”

“Because you want to. You need a friend, and I’m not half bad, am I?” Cocky, as expected.

You chuckled. “You won’t get it.”

He raised an eyebrow. A warning. “What is it? Your conservative and rich father won’t give you your pocket money in thousands this month?”

Despite the words, he managed to get yet another laugh out of you. “I earn my own money, thank you.”

“I’ll believe you. Then what is it? Your snobbish, rich playboy boyfriend is acting up?”

And yet another chuckle left your lips. “You seem to have issues with people who are well-off.”

He smirked. “Trust me, I don’t. I just want to figure you out.”

“Why?”

“Because your eyes are telling me that you’re sad. And that you’ve been contained for too long. You want to be freed. Am I wrong?”

Your lips parted at the accuracy of his words. “No, you’re not.” You lowered your eyes to the table, but he was quick to reach out with his metal arm and grab you gently by the chin. He tilted your head just enough so you could look at him.

“What is it, angel?” He asked softly.

“I… I don’t want to go home.” You whispered, your voice tired and low.

“Okay. Parents?” He spoke like he could relate.

You nodded and he gently let go of your face. “Parents.” You confirmed. “They want me to marry one of their friend’s son because according to them it’ll be good for the both of us. And you know, for each of the families’ businesses.”

He frowned. “You don’t like him, I assume.”

You sighed. “I don’t know him. He’s a good man according to my mother, who also hasn’t seen him since we were kids. Apparently I met him once or twice but I was too young back then to remember…” you sighed again, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” You shook your head, picking up your glass and taking yet another sip. “ Whoever he is, I can’t say no.”

He scoffed. “Yes you can.”

You chuckled, dryly. “You don’t understand. My dad will make my life a living hell if-,”

“Who cares what he thinks? He married the one he loved, didn’t he? Then why not let you find love on your own as well?” He did make sense.

You smiled sadly, thinking of your parents and their marriage. “I don’t think so.”

He stopped midway through picking his beer bottle up. “What?” he asked, then went back to picking it up again, bringing it to his pink lips.

“My dad. I don’t think he married out of love.” You let out a quiet scoff, “I don’t think my mom did either. They just realized that that would be the best for the both of them, I suppose. Now that I think about it, I don’t think they ever truly loved each other at any point.” You tilted your head while looking out at the passing cars out the window. “Mom always told me that marriage isn’t always about love, it’s about convenience.”

He let out a shameless chuckle. “I’m sorry, but what a bunch of bullshit! You believe her?” He asked in disbelief.

“It’s all I’ve ever been told all my life. Besides, I don’t have much of a choice anymore, might as well.”

He frowned at you, setting his bottle down to give you his full attention. “Come on, Princess. You can’t be serious. You can’t give up on love just because your parents did.”

That earned him a smile from you. “You sound like you know a lot about love.” You leaned forward, placing your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your fist. “It’s your turn, tell me, who has you under their unescapable love spell?” It was surprising how easy it was to talk to him. Almost felt like you had known him all your life.

He laughed again, that same boyish look on his face. “Nah, none of that. But I do know what it’s like to be contained, and I also know what it’s like to be finally free, with no worries about family pressure or expectations and let me tell you, Princess, it’s the best feeling in the world.”

That sounded exquisite. It sounded like… like everything you wanted right there and then. To not bother about what mom and dad might think and live for yourself for however long you wanted to.

“And what gives you that freedom? Riding down the highway at full speed on your mean bike?” You sassed.

You watched how his eyes lit up. “You’re right. And that’s exactly what you need, Princess. Come on, let’s go!”

Before you could process anything, he grabbed your hand and stood up. All you could do was quickly grab your purse and keys and you went along with him. You only realized what you were doing once you stepped outside.

“Wait! I- I…” You were stumbling over your words. A million thoughts rushing through your head all at once. And the piercing pair of blue eyes staring deep into yours weren’t helping at all.

He walked up to you. “It’s your life. They can’t tell you how to live it. You have every right to find love on your own, and if you don’t want to marry what’s his face then don’t. Parent or not, they can’t do that to you. Come on, let’s go before some old, broody chauffeur gets here.”

He tugged on your arm gently, walking towards the many bikes which were parked outside the bar.

“But, I- I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, to see the guy. I’m… I can’t just disappear. Where are we even going? I just met you and I- I don’t even know your name. Besides, you had alcohol. You can’t-,”

“Apple juice.” He stopped, and turned around to look at you. He repeated, “Apple juice. Don’t tell anyone.”

You looked at him like he was speaking another language. “What?”

“The bartender is a cool guy, I told him I don’t consume alcohol when I ride so he poured apple juice in beer bottles for me so that I can mingle with the crowd but also get home safe.” He explained.

You giggled uncontrollably at his answer and he lowered his blushing face. “That was funny, but I don’t believe you at all, I-,” you cut yourself off as you laughed; quite unladylike.

Without another word said, he circled his arm around you and pulled you into him, and his lips were on yours in less than a second. He kissed you deeply, thoroughly. Still gentle, but passionately. He held you by the neck with his metal hand and you melted in his embrace. You kissed him back and you heard a little moan escape his lips - sending shivers down your spine and making your heart flutter, and other places throb. He teased you by biting down on your lip, making you gasp as his tongue soothed it right after. He pulled you closer, pressing you against him even more, kissing you deeper if that was possible.

Your hands found themselves around his neck, your fingers sliding into his hair. He chuckled against your lips once he noticed that you were getting a little breathless. “Now tell me. What do I taste like, Princess?” He whispered against your lips, his voice sending shivers throughout your body.

Your face felt really hot at his question and only then did you realize that he did in fact taste tangy, and sweet. “Apple.”

He smiled against your lips before kissing you deeply again. “Told you. Now come on, trust me and let’s go. You can go home later tonight, or tomorrow morning. I’ll drop you wherever you wanna go. But right now, come with me.”

Fuck it.

“Yes.” You agreed. He gave you a big smile and tugged you along once again. You spoke up again. “And if you plan on killing me, just make it quick. Please. And don’t do weird things to me after I’m dead. Definitely do not feed me to animals, or humans for that matter. And don’t-”

He cut you off with another kiss once you reached his bike. “Shh.” He laughed. “I won’t do any of that. Now come on, put these on.” He handed you his jacket from earlier and a helmet.

You put those on quickly, not giving yourself the chance to overthink and prevent yourself from living a little. Once you climbed onto his bike, you realized that you would be pressed up against his back quite a bit. You didn’t mind it, it just made your heart race a little. His leather jacket felt nice and cool against your skin.

“Hold on tight, Princess. It won’t be that long of a ride. But it’ll be great, trust me.”

You nodded, and he chuckled at how adorable you looked with his huge, black helmet on. “Don’t kill us.”

“I won’t, angel.”

He kicked the engine to life. It roared so loudly that you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rush already. You giggled as he drove off, away from the pub, away from where you had left your car, away from where your chauffeur was supposed to pick you up. Away.

You felt the wind against your bare legs and parts of your face. Cold, rushing - making you forget. You wrapped your arms tight around his waist and tipped your head a little, looking up at the saturated, pink sky, the stars had started showing faintly and suddenly you realized how much of your life you had missed while chasing the dreams your parents had assigned you to chase.

Your friends would often talk of reckless nights back in university, but you never got to experience those because you were always busy studying to make sure your parents remained proud of you.

But you were now. You were on a mean bike with a drop dead gorgeous man, riding down the highway while the sun set in the background. You felt alive. Slowly, you loosened your arms from around his waist, lifting them away from his body. You lifted your arms upwards, feeling your hands tear through the icy winds and you let out a genuine laugh.

You noticed he slowed down a little when you did so. You let your arms up for some more time before you lowered them and wrapped them around his waist again. You inched closer and pressed your chest to his back, feeling his warmth seep through the many layers of clothing.

“Thank you.” You whispered close to his ear. You knew he heard you even if he didn’t respond right away.

“Wanna see the sunset better?” he asked, barely a second later.

“Yes, please!”

About ten minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of what seemed like a motel. You got off the bike once he came to a stop and he did too. He helped you take the helmet off and immediately grabbed your hand and ran towards the motel.

You followed, giggling like a kid. “Where are we going?”

“The roof. Come on, quick.”

He answered and led both of you to what seemed to be some sort of fire escape. You climbed the metal stairs as fast as you could, not more than a few steps behind him until you reached the roof. It was filled with empty cans, cigarette butts and what not but it also gave you a view to die for.

The sky had turned orangish by now, the sun was halfway down the horizon and you were mesmerized. You couldn’t look away. The sky darkened with each second, and you felt too much at the same time. You wanted to run. And never come back. You wanted bike rides everyday. You wanted to take the time and admire each sunset like this. You wanted to not worry about anything for a while.

You felt strong arms wrap around you from behind. Then he placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Don’t cry, angel.” Only then did you realize that you had a tear slowly falling down your cheek.

You wiped it away and kept staring at the sky, watched it change colors. Your racing heart calmed down and a certain body heat wrapped around you, comforting you better than any blanket ever could.

You turned in his arms, facing him once the sky turned a darker shade of blue when the sun had set completely. Another tear escaped your eye. He caught this one before it fell down your cheek. He looked down at you with a soft look in his eyes. It almost made your heart hurt.

“I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to marry him. I don’t want any of it.” You whispered, keeping your eyes on his neck, admiring his tattoos through your teary eyes. You couldn’t tell what they were just yet, but they looked incredible on his tan skin.

“Then don’t.” He answered, easily. “Don’t go home right away. Don’t marry him if you don’t want to. Stay.” He whispered the last bit, his metal arm reaching up to cup your face. “You might just be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You giggled through the tears. “So this is where you bring all the girls?” You asked, your tone much more playful and teasing.

He shook his head, laughing quietly. “I don’t. I don’t even live in this town. I have a family thing I need to attend in a day or two, so I was just passing by. I got a room for a couple of nights and boom, now here we are.”

You nodded slowly. “Here we are.” You whispered back, your eyes flicking down to his lips a couple of times before looking back up into his eyes.

He gave you a faint smile before leaning in for a kiss again, sighing once his lips touched yours like he had been craving it. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back. He kissed you recklessly, tugging and biting your lip, allowing his hands to slide up and down your side and he tilted your head to the side, stroking deeper into your mouth with his tongue.

“Let’s go.” He murmured against your lips before kissing them again.

“Where?”

“Downstairs.” He kissed along your jaw until his mouth reached your ear. He gave you a kiss and you visibly trembled in his arms. “It’s my turn to see what you taste like.” He whispered, blunt and hot.

Your face felt really hot, again. And when he pulled away, he had a handsome smirk on his pretty face. You got over the shyness and leaned in to kiss him again, aggressively. He chuckled into your mouth and pulled away before tugging you along as he took the stairs again, leading the two of you downstairs.

The night was properly dark by the time you got to the front of the motel, both of you unable to keep your hands off each other, stopping multiple times to push one another against the wall and make out like there’s no tomorrow.

There were not many people in sight. You could hear murmurs of muffled conversations coming from the restaurant which was attached to the motel, and a group of bikers were having a chat and smoking out in the parking lot but that was all.

He led you to his room, unlocked the door and pulled you inside, both of you giggling and moaning as you kissed like horny teenagers.

He pulled away again, “Oh and, my name’s Bucky. Remember that when you’re moaning later.” He whispered breathlessly against your lips as he slammed the door shut behind the two of you and wrapped his arms around you immediately, pulling you closer as though he needed you like he needed air.

“I’m Y/N. You remember that too.” You moaned into the kiss and shrugged his leather jacket off as quickly as possible, eager to feel his skin on yours. You helped him take his shirt off, tossing it aside carelessly. You briefly let your hands roam around his torso, feeling each indent and firm muscle, your heart racing with each inch of skin you explored.

He unzipped your dress while walking the two of you backwards, and by the time you made it to the queen sized bed you were both left in just your underwear.

Bucky pushed you down on the bed, it was surprisingly soft and comfortable. He was on top of you not even a second later. You whined when he moved to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind. You wrapped your legs around him, moving your hips against him slowly, grinding on him out of desperation and he chuckled against your skin. “Eager, are we?” he whispered and peppered your neck with soft kisses.

You moaned when his hands reached up to wrap around your breasts, fondling and teasing you through the lacy bra. He moaned against your skin as your fingers slid through his hair and tugged at his roots.

“Bucky…” You dragged his name out, squirming under him as he took his sweet time kissing down your body.

“Hmm?” He acted oblivious as he took your underwear off and tossed them on the floor as he settled himself in between your legs properly. His handsome, perfect face just inches away from your dripping core.

You whined. “I want you, please…”

He chuckled, kissing your inner thighs. “I know, angel. I know.” His warm breath fanned your sensitive skin as he spoke, and he noticed the way the goosebumps erupted all over your skin. He looked up at you for a quick second, scanning your face.

You held your upper body up on your elbows by now, looking down at him with your bottom lip in between your teeth. He sent you a shameless wink before leaning in and kissing your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease. He teased your entrance with his tongue and your body felt hotter than earlier.

A pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “You taste better than I imagined…” Bucky chuckled as he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure.

He grinned to himself, glad that he was the one bringing you such pleasure. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. He placed his mouth back on you again, and licked in between your wet folds, making you whine as he tasted you. His touch was slow, pleasurably agonizing. “Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging.

“Oh?” He taunted. “But I’m not quite done, so don’t you come yet angel.” He whispered against your wet skin. He kissed down all the way to your core, and gently bit your skin, making you hiss in pleasure. You could feel your arousal trickling out of you, one drop at a time. But Bucky didn’t let none of it go to waste, he leaned in and latched his mouth onto your core, sucking and licking and teasing you. Your arousal coated the lower half of his face, but he didn’t mind it one bit.

He watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud. He had you coming undone all over his mouth in no time.

“That’s a good girl… cum for me, Princess.”

You were gasping for air in no time, your body squirming under his. Bucky kissed his way up your body again. He gave you a brief kiss on the lips then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his underwear and grab a condom from the drawer and put it on. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again.

Bucky’s body settled in between your legs comfortably again, and he leaned in to kiss you on the nose and then down to your lips. You smiled through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You could feel his thick and hard cock resting against your thighs. He touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin. His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went.

You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around. He stared into your eyes, his face still dangerously close to yours. “You okay, angel?” he asked. His voice strained and deep, gravelly with lust.

“Yes… please, I need you.” You whispered against his mouth. You were burning up under him.

Bucky pushed his tongue into past your lips while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You immediately lifted your legs up to wrap them around his waist like earlier. You moaned quietly as he pushed into you. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and gave you a couple of seconds to adjust. He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head.

He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to keep quiet. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear. “It’s okay, angel. Let me hear you.” He whispered, groaning by the end and let go of your hands to hold your body.

He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. He kissed you, bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained.

Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, and in the daze he was in, he mumbled right in your ear about how good you felt. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine.

Never in a million years did you ever think that you would find yourself in a motel room, having mind blowing sex with a hottie you met about an hour ago, but here you were. And you loved each moment. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it.

“Cum for me, angel. Come all over my cock…”

Your moans got louder as your walls clenched violently around him, your body shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over you. You gasped, trying to calm your racing heart but he wasn’t done with you yet. Bucky flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips. He kissed the back of your neck.

“More.” He growled against your skin and pushed your face down against the pillows, making your ass stick out for him. He gripped each side of your hips, tightly. He pushed his cock into you without a word said; earning a sinful moan out of you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up again; your butt cheeks pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you.

You felt him quicken his pace. “Fuck…” he moaned.

You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you could barely hold back anymore. His other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and made you tremble and whimper again.

“Bucky… please,” You moaned, craving more and more of him.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath.

His soft kisses are the last thing you remember feeling before you snuggled up to his warm body under the sheets and drifted off to sleep without a single care in the world for the first time in a long time.

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You laid your head on his bare chest, a thin white sheet barely covering either of you properly. The sun was coming up and you could tell that your phone would be blowing up by now if you hadn’t turned it off the night before. You quickly chased those thoughts away, you didn’t want to think about anyone this morning.

Just Bucky.

You lifted your head up slowly so as not to disturb him but when you looked up you found him staring down at you with a soft smile on his face. “Hi.” You whispered, your voice hoarse and strained.

He chuckled, pushing some of your hair out of your face. “Hey angel. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” He asked, concern written all over his face for a moment.

You shook your head. “I’m okay.” You lowered your head again, placing your ear right on top of his heart. You let out a sigh. You knew you wouldn’t be able to escape your family forever and your father will track you down and you would have to explain yourself, possibly even marry whoever they ask you to but this right now, last night and this morning - you would cherish that forever.

You lazily ran your fingers up and down Bucky’s tattooed arm wishing for a different reality, while he played with your hair. You gently traced the lines and curves of ink on his skin, some were hard to decipher because they overlapped with the others. Some words you could make out, some you couldn’t. A few of the discreet, smaller tattoos looked like he had done them himself, and their messiness made you giggle. Like the poorly done smiley face on the inside of his wrist, and the fading initials next to them: j.b.b.

You froze. Hang on…

“Bucky?” You felt like you would explode with the amount of emotions and thoughts which rushed inside your head.

“Yes Princess?” You could hear the sleep in his voice.

“What’s your last name?” You asked, anticipation building inside of you and almost choking you. It couldn’t be… could it?

“Barnes. Why?” He answered, looking down at you with confusion all over his face meanwhile you looked like you had seen a ghost.

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Let me guess, your real name is James. And your father has a very close friend and fellow businessman named Y/L/N?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Yes. How did you-,”

You got up and straddled him, pinning him down under you. He didn’t mind the nudity, quite the contrary actually. “Bucky! You’re the guy I’m supposed to marry! You’re James Buchanan Barnes!” You went on to tell him your full name and you watched how the realization hit him just as hard as it hit you.

“Oh…” His smirk faded for a moment as he processed what you had just said, before it formed again. “Well in that case…” He flipped the two of you around and pinned you down under him just like he had last night. “It’s nice to finally meet you, future wife.” He leaned in for another kiss.

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happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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Okay! Here’s my request:

Natasha x asexual reader (female),where Natasha confesses her feelings for the reader, but the reader reluctantly rejects her. So after turning down Natasha’s declaration of love, the reader can’t stand seeing Natasha all beaten down and upset, so the reader confesses that she is asexual, telling Natasha that she deserves to be with someone who can give her everything and satisfy her needs. That the reader won’t be enough, no matter how much in love she is with Natasha. But little does the reader know, Natasha doesn’t want those needs, but you.

What do you think? 😃🖤💜🤍

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pairing: Natasha Romanoff x asexual fem reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: much to her dismay, r has to reject her crush, natasha

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex and sexual attraction, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: thank you for this request! i love writing for asexual reader sm! i hope you like it, and remember that aces are valid and amazing! :D

also not proofread very well. i'm tired and too lazy rn lmao

You fiddled with your ring, staring blankly at the wall. You had just gotten home from a mission, and needed some time to rest up.

The mission had gone well, you went with Natasha. Your task was to stop a HYDRA attack on civilians. Everything went as planned, and there were no casualties.

Now that you were back, all you wanted to do was rest up and relax.

So, you did just that.

You only woke a few hours later because of Natasha calling you, saying that you had to debrief the mission.

So you reluctantly got out of bed, and made your way to the meeting room.

Fury was there, reading files, and Natasha sat in her usual seat. Her face lit up when you walked in, then she waved and motioned for you to sit down.

As Fury started going over the mission, you just gave short, straight to the point answers to his questions.

It wasn’t until Natasha gave a detailed summary that he let you leave.

While walking out the room, she stopped you.

“Are you going to Tony’s party tonight?”

“Wanda’s making me,”

She laughed, knowing that you most definitely would not be going to a social gathering unless one of your friends forced you.

“Well, I think it’ll be fun. I’ll see you there,”

You were about to shrug and go on a rant about how Tony’s parties were very much overrated, but she simply waved goodbye and made her way down the hallway back to her room.

You were about to do the same before you felt someone tap your arm from behind.

You whipped around, then grinned to see Carol.

“You’ve been back and haven’t seen me yet?”

“Sorry…” you muttered, suddenly feeling guilty.

“You can make it up to me by getting me food,”

You rolled your eyes, then agreed, knowing you would get yourself food too.

She gave you a satisfied smile before beginning to walk down the steps towards the garage of cars.

She stepped into the driver’s seat of course, while you followed behind in the passenger’s seat.

“IHOP?” She asked, despite the fact that it was 3:00 in the afternoon.

“Yes!”

“Great, you’re buying!”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing she would say that.

“So how’d the mission go?” She asked.

“It was fine, nothing exciting happened.

“As soon as we convince Fury to let you come to space with me for missions, things will get a lot more exciting for you,”

You smiled, then chuckled at her statement.

She would talk to you about space all the time, and you had often expressed interest in it. So she took it upon herself to make a slideshow presentation about why you should be allowed to go with her to space. It still needed some work, but she was absolutely planning on presenting it to Fury when it was done.

“Where will you take me?”

“Well we’d start off with something close, maybe not exit the galaxy neighborhood quite yet,”

You laughed again, looking forward to your space adventures with your best friend.

Carol had eaten about a quarter of her food before she broke the silence,

“So I heard you tell Natasha that you’re going tonight,”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug, choosing to stare at your pancakes instead of making eye contact.

“Well that’s good, maybe you guys can talk and…”

“And what?” You were beginning to get a little irritated.

“Oh come on! We both know how you feel. Why can’t you just talk with her about it?”

“You know why, Carol,” you said as you subconsciously began to fidget with the black ring you always wore on the middle finger of your right hand.

She sighed, not wanting to fight you on this. So she went back to eating her pancakes, and didn’t say another word about it to you.

As you reluctantly promised, you were at the party that night. Not wanting to engage too much, you stood off at the edge of the room, taking a small sip of your drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Wanda and Natasha talking. You thought nothing of it, until you saw Wanda wink at her.

You turned your head to the side, then accidentally made eye contact.

Quickly shifting your gaze to the floor, you took another sip of your drink to hide your embarrassment.

You then decided to walk away, not wanting to create any more awkward tension.

You made your way into the next room until you almost bumped into Sam, who gave you a weird look as he stepped away from you.

“You alright, L/N?” He asked.

“I’m good!” You told him, quickly walking away.

When you finally got to the corner of the other room, you took a deep breath. You finally let yourself relax against the wall, away from the person you wanted to avoid tonight.

You closed your eyes for a minute, pretending you weren’t here.

For just a moment, it worked; you weren’t a loud, crowded party. You were just happy in your room watching movies and eating popcorn. No one was bothering you, and you didn’t have to worry about anything.

Unfortunately, your moment didn’t last.

Your eyes opened again when you heard your name called several times. Standing in front of you, was Natasha.

You noticed both Wanda and Carol standing at the door, watching the both of you.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, her voice shakier than normal. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, can we talk somewhere more private?”

You nodded, then began to follow her back the way you came until you were in another hallway that didn’t have anyone in it.

“Y/N,” she began. “I’ve always liked you as a person, I think you’re brilliant on the field, and I just love being around you. I feel these things around you, and it’s scary. But there’s something between us, I can feel it, and I think you feel it too. I’d like to explore these feelings, so… would you want to go out together… on a date?”

You let out a sigh as your heart dropped. You felt tears coming to your eyes as you thought about what she was saying to you. As much as it would hurt both of you, you had to do it.

“I’m really sorry, Natasha, but no. I can’t.”

“Oh-” she was taken aback from your response, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. “This was stupid, you’re right. I’m sorry for even asking in the first place, I-” she couldn’t even finish her sentence before walking off, leaving you alone.

Two days later, Natasha had barely left her room. She stayed under the covers, mostly trying to sleep. Of course, it eventually turned into hours of staring at the ceiling while her stomach was in knots.

So, she took a sip from the bottle of vodka she brought up to her room, and leaned back against the headboard.

As soon as she felt tears forming in her eyes, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She watched the saddest movies and TV shows she could think of, and ended up finishing the entire bottle.

If she was going to be sad and cry, it would be from too much drinking while watching sad stuff. It wouldn’t be from you. Natasha refused to let herself cry over a simple rejection.

But it wasn’t a simple rejection.

She’s had these feelings for you for months.

Your smile has made her heart flutter since your first mission with her. She vividly remembers the way your eyes lit up when you found out you were paired with her.

The two of you ended up working so well together. At the end of the mission, you held both your hands up for a double high five. The gesture confused her at first, but she eventually gave in and placed her hands against yours. That’s when you gave her the same smile that still gives her butterflies.

She didn’t even start to notice it until a few months ago, when Clint called her out on it. He noticed that your name was brought up in their conversations a lot. So he blatantly asked her what her feelings for you were.

Of course, she denied everything at first. You were just a friend who was nice to work with. Nothing more.

She didn’t fully realize it until Wanda called her out on it too.

You were eating breakfast, and Natasha’s eyes never left you. You exchanged smiles a few times, and the butterfly feeling in her stomach kept growing.

Wanda saw, feeling a smile grow on her face as she glanced between the two of you. Of course, her powers made this even more fun for her.

While she didn’t usually like to invade people’s private thoughts, especially her friends’, Natasha’s thoughts were loud. Yours too.

So after you got up, and waved goodbye to the both of them, Wanda immediately cornered Natasha. Normally, she wouldn’t do something like that to the assassin, but she felt okay with it considering that her thoughts of you softened her up a bit.

“So, when are you planning on asking Y/N out?” She asked her.

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys would make such a good couple, you should ask her out!”

“Absolutely not! We’re just friends,”

Wanda let out a huff, then rolled her eyes.

“You seem to forget that I’m a telepath,”

This time, Natasha rolled her eyes at her.

“Stay out of my head, Maximoff,”

And with that, she walked away, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

Of course, Wanda had other plans.

The next week, she made mental notes of how the two of you would interact. No matter how much you both denied it, she knew you had feelings for each other.

While you smiled around everyone, you smiled the most around her. Your eyes would light up, and you’d be grinning from ear to ear. And your smile would usually cause her to reciprocate it. She rarely smiled, but she was okay with you seeing her smile.

On top of that, Wanda noticed all the small gestures you would do for each other.

She would pack your bag for missions often, and you would share your food with her.

While both of those things could be seen as platonic, she knew better. You definitely had feelings for each other.

So when she brought it up to Natasha again, she couldn’t even deny it this time.

“Tell anyone, and I’ll make you feel pain you didn’t even know could be felt,” Natasha threatened her.

Wanda nodded, promising that she only wanted to help her.

Eventually, the assassin gave in and let her plan the whole thing out.

It would work out in the end, it had to.

Now, Natasha let out a growl of frustration as Wanda entered her room.

“Can you at least knock?”

“I’m worried about you, Nat,”

Despite her glares, Wanda continued walking towards her until she sat down on the foot of her bed.

“Why do you even care? You lied to me, you said it would work!”

“I really thought it would, I’m so sorry. But you can’t keep yourself locked in here, we’re all worried about you,”

“I can’t face her after I humiliated myself like that. Why would you tell me she had feelings for me too? You said you could tell from her thoughts, but she clearly doesn’t see me that way. Now I’ve probably ruined my friendship with her too.”

“I don’t know why that happened,”

“Please, just leave me alone.”

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Wanda realized this would get her nowhere. Natasha still needed a bit more time.

As she saw her friend leave the room, she finally allowed the tears to fall again.

She hated herself for it, but maybe she actually was crying over you.

It wasn’t like you were doing any better.

You only left your room to train with Carol, and to bring food back up to your room since you didn’t want to eat with everyone else.

You couldn’t help but notice the way Wanda glared at you when you passed her in the hallway. You ended up glaring right back, surprised by her sudden hostility towards you.

The two of you had been relatively close, but she was especially close with Natasha. You knew you had hurt her with your rejection, but in the end, you were doing her a favor.

She’d understand that eventually, and hopefully, so would Wanda.

For now, you lay in bed. You were clinging tightly onto your pillow, letting a few sobs escape.

Even though you knew the rejection was for the best, for both you and Natasha, it didn’t make it hurt any less.

You were only saving the both of you from future heartbreak. It would be worth it eventually. Soon enough, you’d both get over it and go back to being the friends you once were.

However, now you continued crying into your pillow.

You wished you could just turn feelings on and off with a switch, but you couldn’t. It would make things so much easier if these feelings didn’t exist in the first place.

You had tried to suppress and deny them at first.

You ignored the way you felt yourself smiling more at her. You ignored the way you felt like you were on top of the world when she returned your smile. You ignored the way your stomach turned into a knot of nerves whenever you touched; whether it was a full on hug or just fingers brushing past each other in the hallway.

When she sat next to you on movie night though, closer than she normally did, that’s when you realized you couldn’t ignore the feelings anymore.

You wanted to completely close the distance between the two of you, and snuggle completely into her. You wanted to kiss her, and hold her tight. You wanted everything to do with her.

But you couldn’t have her, and it hurt like hell.

After another two days, Carol came barging into your room.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” She said, getting straight to the point.

Your eyes widened, but you said nothing as she sat down and glared at you.

“You’ve been sulking for days, and haven’t done anything about it,”

You shrugged, sinking back father into the bed.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to her!”

“No! I’m just gonna stay here until my feelings go away,”

“Y/N, I love you, platonically, but sometimes you’re the dumbest person I know,”

“Thanks, Carol,”

“Your feelings aren’t gonna magically go away like that. If you don’t wanna date her, then at least talk to her so you can both have some closure on this!”

“I can’t, she’d never understand and it’d just be a whole thing, and I don’t want that,”

“You explained it to me and I understood,”

“Well yeah, cuz it doesn’t affect you at all. It affects her because it’s the reason I can’t be with her,”

“Have you ever thought to consider that maybe she wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course she’d mind, Carol,”

Sighing, your best friend decided she wasn’t gonna win this battle today.

Despite her anger towards you, she still reached over and hugged you before getting up and leaving.

Once again, you were left alone in your own misery.

You began to fidget with your ring, staring at the flag on your wall. The black, grey, white, and purple colors stood out against the wall, adding a nice touch to your room.

You were obviously proud and unashamed of who you were, but that didn’t change the fact that so many people didn’t understand it. So it was just easier to not bring it up. Maybe one day you could find someone like you, who’d understand.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you thought about Natasha. You hated that you had to do this.

You weren’t even sure if you would be able to salvage your friendship at the end of this. That just made everything worse.

You lay back down again, clinging onto the pillow once more.

You remembered the way you felt when Natasha first smiled at you. You remembered the happiness she made you feel. You remembered just how much you wanted to be around her.

Luckily, your thoughts of misery finally stopped when you managed to fall asleep.

The next day, Carol dragged you out of your room. Literally dragged, she grabbed both your wrists and pulled you out of the bed until you hit the floor.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

“No more sulking, you’re getting up and not coming back to your room until tonight. Let’s go,”

You sighed in defeat, then stood up, following her out of your room.

She dragged you downstairs to the kitchen, where she already had breakfast laying out for you.

As annoyed as you were with her, you definitely thought it was sweet that she was going through all this effort for you.

So you sat down and began eating, forcing a smile. You were still hurting, but for now, you could fake it in front of your friend.

She sat down next to you, and seemed satisfied.

You gave a small smile, then continued eating.

It was progress.

When Natasha finally came down, you were the last person she expected to see. Her bloodshot, puffy eyes widened as she saw you with Carol.

She immediately looked away, not wanting to face you, especially like this.

Unfortunately for her, you had already made eye contact for a moment. You took in her appearance, letting out a deep exhale.

She refused to say anything, then turned around as if she had never been there in the first place.

As soon as she left, you turned back to Carol.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?”

As much as the logical part of your mind tried to convince you not to do this, the other part was currently making you.

So now, you stood outside Natasha’s bedroom, hand hovering over the door, prepared to knock.

You took in a few deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open before you were ready.

“Y/N?” Natasha didn’t expect to see you after what happened. “What are you doing?”

“Can we please talk?”

She frowned, thinking about what happened the last time you two talked. But, she opened the door wider, letting you in.

You walked over to her bed, waiting for her to nod, giving you permission to sit down.

“I just wanted to start off by saying that I’m really sorry for this, for hurting you like that,”

“You don’t need to apologize. You can’t change how you feel.”

“I know, but here’s the thing; I have feelings for you too,”

Her eyes widened in both shock and confusion.

“Then why’d you say no?”

You took in a few more deep breaths, preparing yourself.

“I’m asexual,” you finally got out. “While I feel romantic attraction to you, and really like you, I’m not sexually attracted to you. I’m not sexually attracted to anyone.”

She tilted her head to the side, but continued listening as you went on.

“So as much as I do like you, it’s not fair for us to be together. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want and need in a relationship, and I can’t do that.” You told her, trying to prevent yourself from crying. “No matter how much I love you, I won’t be enough,”

That’s what broke you, causing the tears to stream down your face as they had so many times within the past few days. Telling her everything you had been thinking, and finally getting it out.

You noticed a few tears forming in her eyes as she sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said. “I wish you had told me earlier, though,”

“I know, I’m sorry,”

“You’re wrong though,”

“About what?”

“You are enough for me, Y/N. I don’t care about sex, I just want you.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I do,”

You let out a gasp, then turned and wrapped both your arms around her, leaning in between her chest and neck.

“You’re okay with kisses though, right?”

You smiled, then leaned in and crashed your lips against hers. That certainly answered her question.

It felt like a weight was lifted off the both of you. You loved being like this with her, lips connected and arms wrapped around one another. You never wanted to let go.

When you had to break apart for air, Natasha smirked at you.

“So how about that date now?”

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