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narumi-gens · 9 months

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Drunk Mind, Sober Heart

Miya Atsumu x gn!Reader

summary: They say that drunk words are sober thoughts. Unfortunately for you, that means Atsumu is about to find out about your big, embarrassing secret.

warnings: pure fluff, reader is a drunk mess, mention of vomiting and alcohol, husband!atsumu, established relationship, you and atsumu are simps for each other

notes: we’re back on the haikyuu train! I’m actually not sure if I like this but just wanted to get it out of my wips since it was already 75% written.

words: 1.2k

minors, ageless, and blank blogs do not interact

Atsumu hadn’t left you alone for long, just long enough to grab his phone charger from the nightstand. He was gone for a minute, maybe two. What could go wrong in a minute?

Apparently a lot.

You’re still in the same spot that he left you. You’re still curled up on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. You’re still clutching tightly onto the pillow he gave you to keep you from being too uncomfortable on the hard tile.

But when he left, you were completely passed out, drunkenly snoring and giving him a short break from “rubbing your back and making sure that you’re throwing up in the toilet and not on the floor” duty.

Now, you’re sobbing loudly into your pillow as you lay in a puddle of water, having knocked over the uncapped bottle he had set aside for you.

The sight instantly has him panicking, dropping his charger onto the counter and kneeling down next to you in the puddle. He picks up the bottle and sets it aside, not that doing so is much use considering most of the water is now on the bathroom floor.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he tries to gently shush you. “What’s wrong? Do ya gotta puke again?”

It seems to be the wrong question to ask because it only has you crying harder.

“Baby, it’s okay,” he assures you, running his hand soothingly up and down your side.

“S’not!” you wail and Atsumu finds himself impressed by his own sense of hearing to have been able to comprehend what you’re saying through your sobs.

“Yeah, it is. C’mon, it’s alright,” he says, still doing his best to try and talk you down. “What’s wrong? Let me help.”

“No!” you continue to protest, burying your face even further into your pillow. Your sobs have devolved into loud, pathetic hiccups. “Don’t wanna tell you. S’embarrassing…”

“Ya don’t gotta feel embarrassed!” he says. “At least ya puked in the bushes and not in the Uber. Yer ahead of me on that one.”

“No! S’not that!” you argue, looking up from your pillow to give him a pitiful glare that makes you look like an angry kitten. Atsumu is overcome with the urge to grab his phone so he can take a picture but knows that it would send you into another fit of sobs.

“Then what is it?” he asks patiently and you flop onto your back, your head resting on your pillow as you frown at the ceiling.

“M’embarrassed,” you sniffle, tears continuing to leak from your eyes.

“Baby, about what?”

Your features scrunch together unattractively before you cover your face with your hands.

“I’m so in love with you that it’s embarrassing!” you cry, your voice muffled, and Atsumu is at a loss at your…confession. It takes a moment before he knows how to respond.

“…we’ve been married fer two years,” he says slowly, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I would hope ya love me.”

“You don’t get it!” you whine, dropping your hands and doing your best to sit up and face him, although you end up needing to rest your entire weight on the toilet. “It’s like I have this huuuuge crush on you.”

He can feel the grin threatening to break out across his lips and quickly bites down on the inside of his cheek before it can. Instead, he reaches out a hand to affectionately play with the ends of your hair only for you to weakly slap him away.

“Sometimes when you send me a text saying you love me, I squeal into a pillow,” you softly tell him through sniffles, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “And sometimes I just look through my pictures of you and get all flustered.”

The grin he was trying so hard to hold back begins to peek through and he has to slap a hand over his mouth to hide it. Thankfully, you’re too drunk to notice.

“And it’s so embarrassing to be such a mess in front of my crush,” you pout before wiping your messy face with the back of your wrist, not that it really does any good.

“Ya don’t gotta feel embarrassed about any of it,” he repeats with a fond look. “If anything, this makes me love ya even more.”

Your expression finally seems to soften, your drunken angst beginning to fade into something much more shy.

“Really?” you ask through another sniffle.

“Yeah, I promised to love ya in sickness and in health, didn’t I?” he smiles and you giggle.

But before he can make a dumb joke about drunkenness being the worst kind of sickness out there, a look that he’s become only too familiar with over the last few hours crosses your face. You rush to turn away from him and he’s back on “rubbing your back and making sure that you’re throwing up in the toilet and not on the floor” duty.

The next morning sees you doing better, but not by much. The lights in the apartment are all off and the blinds on all of the windows are closed. The only source of light comes from the tv, which is quietly playing some trashy reality show that’s ostensibly about selling real estate but is actually about who’s sleeping with the owner of the brokerage.

The duvet from your bed is wrapped around you like a burrito as you’re laid out pathetically on the couch with a sports drink clutched tightly in your grip like a lifeline. You’re grateful that Atsumu keeps so many of them in the refrigerator and you swear to yourself that you won’t make fun of him anymore for how much space they take up.

You’re roused from wallowing over your pitiful state when you hear the front door opening and you slouch further into the couch. But when Atsumu finally appears around the corner, your face lights up as you see that he’s proudly holding up a takeout bag coated in grease stains.

“I got ya just what the doctor prescribed,” he grins and you sit up as best you can with the blanket wrapped so tightly around you.

“Oh, you’re a godsend,” you moan as you grab the bag from his hands. You open it and happily inhale the scent of the burger and fries inside.

He preens at your praise and lifts your legs so that he can sit down beside you before setting them down in his lap. You’re too busy shoveling the fries into your mouth to even care. But after a few minutes, you feel his gaze on you.

When you look up, you freeze at the sight of him watching you with big heart eyes and a wide, dopey grin.

“What?” you ask him through an unattractive mouthful of half-eaten fries.

“Nothin’,” he shrugs. However, the look on his face says anything but and your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Just, I heard from a little birdie that ya got a pretty big crush.”

Your hand pauses in mid-air, halfway to shoving another handful of fries into your already full mouth. Atsumu’s grin grows wider at your reaction.

“Y’know, I got a pretty big crush too.”

All you can do is mutter in embarrassment what he thinks is, “shut up,” but sounds like “shha amph,” as you refuse to meet his gaze and Atsumu feels his crush on you growing bigger, even as he laughs obnoxiously in your face.

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lucysarah-c · 5 months

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I would like you very much to talk about the girlfriend effect on Levi's fashion

The man has zero sense on it it's actually hurt

The way I squealed when I read this ask. I was like that TikTok sound of “OH MY GOODNESSI LOVE THIS QUESTION! I THINK..!”

*Deep sigh* Anon, you're absolutely right; it's time we face the truth about Levi's sense of style – it's hideous. Have you witnessed those panels of him in the Uprising arc with a T-shirt on top of a long-sleeve shirt? I mean, seriously, it's like, "You're lucky I adore you, Levi…"

Now, let's establish some basics. We can't delve into the "girlfriend effect" without first acknowledging Levi's life as a man. I hate to break it to many of us, but Levi is, indeed, a man – raised by Kenny, no less. Levi values cleanliness and practicality. To sum up Levi's approach to broad topics: cheap, pragmatic, and straightforward. The only exceptions to this rule are tea and cleaning. Levi grew up in poverty, so he won't waste a single penny on face cream, even if you harass him. As an example, there's a "game" that was only available, I believe, in Japan, that had side stories, and Levi literally told Erwin he wasted too much money on "pointless" stuff like hair pomade…

Levi doesn't buy much furniture, treats for his body, clothes – anything, really. I'd even venture to say he might get some of his clothes from donations. He saves his money for tea… and tea sets.

And here's where the girlfriend comes into the picture. It starts subtly; she spends a night in his personal chambers and suggests bringing in new pillows, curtains, furniture, scented candles, and bathroom appliances for her stuff. Then the full transformation happens.

Levi, pale as ever, refuses to wear sunscreen like any man would. “I'm trying to look after you!" she would insist while running her hand through his face; he's not pleased. He hates the sticky feeling, but it's just the beginning. He pretends to dislike it, but he falls asleep so easily when his face is on her legs, and she's giving him a face massage with a full face glam, mask, and gua sha.

"You have to use it like this, against the hair movement, to create volume so your hair doesn't stick to your scalp," she says, applying molding wax to his hair to give it more volume. Skincare routine? Check. Lip balms? Check. Hairstyles? Check. Personal chambers now looking comfy and homey? Double-check.

And finally, the clothes. He's against it at first, always in uniform, so why bother? But she explains how proportions and colors can make him look taller, and he's tempted to tell her he doesn't care. However, her puppy eyes beg him to wear what she chose.

The result? Levi, who once dressed like a pre-teen from the 2000s, transforms into a model. The LOOKS? He goes out with the vets for a few beers on a day off, and MPs are turning around; even Erwin is surprised. He's supposed to be the high maintenance of the group, not Levi! This transformation becomes the main giveaway that Levi is dating. Glowing skin, glass-like complexion, perfectly cut and smooth hair with ideal volume.

The cherry on top? Suddenly, he's taking days off, going out more, and knows a lot about which restaurants are "not that bad," all while dressing like a Vogue cover.

The only disadvantage? Now he has his pockets full of lip glosses, napkins, hand cream, etc. Women's clothes don't have pockets. How is he supposed to explain to the MPs when they ask for a pen, and he pulls out a pink, glittery lip gloss from his pocket? Not everything is an upside.

I ADORED this question! I hope the answer is somehow what you had in mind! Thank you so so much for sending this.

I hope you and your loved ones are doing great today and stay safe!

Lots of love!

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darknessisafriend · 8 months

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I was wondering if you could write one with Joaquin's characters about how would they react to getting neck smooches from their S/O I hope you are well in these crazy times 💓

It's finally here! I finally got time to write! I hope you will enjoy anon, @galos-writing helped me a bit with Abbe ;)

Commodus:

Commodus is always a man on his guard. So, naturally his neck wouldn’t be an easy part to reach, even for his lover.

The truth is also that his neck is very sensitive. Commodus is secretly very ticklish, and his sister and mother used to tickle his neck as they played together before bed. No one had been touching his neck in years.

The first time you tried to, you joined Commodus in his study. He was working late at night as usual, but you missed him dearly lately. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek first. “My love…it is getting late...” you whispered, hoping it was obvious you needed him to warm your bed up and cool your body down.

“I have important work to do, Y/N. I have to stay a little longer.” He replied, his eyes focused on whatever he was scribbling. As always, he would work so hard, from early in the morning to late at night, more than anyone else. Thankfully you were there to make sure he would take a break and not kill himself at the service of his People.

You pouted at first at his answer and then grinned, leaning closer to his ear “His Highness won’t regret it...” you purred in his ear, nibbling his ear lobe, kissing his jaw and then daring a plant a kiss in his neck, right on his calmly pulsing jugular.

He froze at first, not expecting a kiss there, used to a feeling of coldness due to his armor. Your lips felt soft and warm, the opposite of a cold and hard blade he could have expected.

His skin had goosebumps and he looked down, pondering how to react, if he should let down his defense like he did so many times with you before. He made his quill lightly roll between his thumb and index as he thought. The kiss had been surprising, and yet it felt nice but too quick. “Y/N, can you do that again?” he quietly asked.

You smiled in relief, you had been holding your breath the whole time, fearing it might have triggered him badly. Surprisingly it didn’t, probably because he had a lot more trust in you than he would think.

This time, you would place your kiss slowly, your lips tracing kisses along his jugular where you felt his pulse had increased frantically, his skin warm and soft, with a strong scent of cinnamon myrrh, his favorite and prestigious perfume. It was intoxicating, just like the rest of his being.

This time you would feel him relax under your kisses, his eyes almost closing entirely, his quill escaping his fingers that had become weak. His posture would remain high and yet his neck tilted to give you more space as one of your hands caressed his strong chest. “If my Emperor is willing to join our bed…I shall give him plenty of those...”

“How dare you try to imp….” But Commodus wouldn’t manage to finish his sentence that a moan escaped his lips as you sucked his skin on a particularly sensitive spot. “Run…if I catch you before you get in bed, I will be the one ravaging your body.” He said, making you giggle, he knew you were fast, and he wouldn’t manage to catch you. What he wouldn’t do to make it seem like he had control while he entirely gave it up willingly the moment he fell for you.

Arthur/Joker:

Arthur adores your neck smooches, he is ticklish too but loves it anyway, probably due to his childish spirit.

You had first tried during a tickle battle actually, both of you laughing as you threw pillows at each other and tickled each other. You ended up straddling Arthur beneath you (or rather he loved to let you win). You blocked his arms and placed your lips in his neck to tickle him, something your mom used to do.

Arthur would let out a squeal, a loud and boyish noise before laughing heartily, a happy laugh. He was fully relaxed, and he had discovered something new about himself. You would lift your head and smile at him, giving him a tender kiss on the lips.

“Can I try?” he would ask eagerly, his eyes shining with fondness, his fingers delicately caressing your fingers. “Of course. But on one condition…I won’t go easy on you.” You teased him, challenging him to another play of pillow. And slowly a grin would form on his face, a confident one, that you knew from Joker “Don’t complain what comes afterwards darling.” He would purr.

One thing you had noticed is that Joker had much more raw strength than Arthur, the madness sometimes gave inhuman strength. And you would be able to resist for long, Joker would be quick, naughty and sly; managing to win rapidly. You would gasp as he sent a last pillow hit that was a little too strong, making you lose your balance to fall off the bed.

But thankfully he would catch you in his arms, throwing his body first so he would take the hit and not you. He would laugh with a big smile, not reacting at all under the pain. “Told you I’d win.” He would say, already filling your neck in kisses, making you squirm as you started to giggle.

His hand would instantly start to roam your body, Joker was more sexual than Arthur and winning you over a battle was even more exciting to his eyes. Even as he would make love to you afterwards, he would keep on filling your neck in kisses, making you laugh in that moment of intimacy. Arthur was still in there after all.

Bruno Weiss:

Bruno is a grumpy man and he doesn’t like to show himself vulnerable, only when drunk or very tired he does truly reveal himself.

His attitude does change after a while, once the trust builds up.

The first time you did it, was to tease him. He was annoyed by paperwork, keeping on muttering to himself while smoking his cigarette. “Is paying taxes such a headache?” you would ask in a chuckle, making him crush his cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m not working hard to have our money taken away from us.” he would mutter.

“Y/N” he would protest as you sat on his lap. The thing was that he was very weak for you and when you were so close to him, he wouldn’t be able to focus, and he would hate his inability to do so.

You would grin, you just had to do one thing for him to snap. “You just have to pay darling, or should I do it?” you retorted and quickly smooched his neck before running off, chased by an angry Bruno who would soon calm down under your sweet caresses.

After this episode, a kiss on the neck would become a soothing gesture for Bruno, one more reminder that he didn’t have to keep his defenses in front of you, that he could be vulnerable. It would be a reminder you would always be there, that you wouldn’t abandon him like everyone else did.

Charlie:

The first time you kissed Charlie in the neck, it didn’t go well, he had the worst reaction you could have expected from him.

You were sitting by the fire with a few companions and his brother. In a moment of tenderness you would have sat behind him to hug him, placing a kiss on his cheek then neck. However, would quickly tense up, ignoring the soft smile of his brother at the scene. “What the fuck are you doing!?” Charlie would exclaim, instantly leaving your embrace “I’m not some kind of fag!” he would storm angrily to smoke a cigarette. Everyone would turn their eyes away from you in embarrassment except Ellie, patting your shoulder reassuringly “You know he didn’t mean it.”

And indeed, despite hurting, you knew Charlie was keeping a rough mask in front of everybody and you had brushed it off without thinking.

You would leave him alone for some time to process his gesture. He would be silent, feeling awkward after his outburst, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“I’m sorry Charlie. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad” you would apologize sincerely. You knew he had a rough past and he was the little brother always acting tough to protect the ones he loved, it had cost him half of his sanity.

“I don’t trust everyone here. I don’t want them to think…” he sighed, throwing his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot.

You would approach him, wanting to hug him from behind but as you reached out your hand you wouldn’t dare to touch him.

I know. You don’t have to explain yourself. I won’t do it again.” you would offer softly, doing your best to accommodate your struggling lover.

“What are they doing? Are they looking?” he would ask after a moment of silence. You would look back “No, they went to sleep. Ellie is kissing his…scarf.” you replied, an intimate gesture his brother didn’t fear to show.

“Can you do it again?” he would ask in a mutter, you would hear his voice on the edge like a great effort he would make to let down his barriers and he would not repeat himself, fearing.

Joe:

The neck would be a triggering part for Joe, always has been as a soldier. This was part he would have to protect often during the war. But you wouldn’t be aware of this specific trigger point.

One day, as he would be reading, you wouldn’t pay attention and would come to hug him from behind, you were light footed so he tensed up at first. But when it instantly followed with a kiss on the neck, something cool applying to his skin, triggered a past trauma.

He would gasp and under the flash push you away strongly, making you fall heavily on the ground, pretty much hitting your head at the same time. “Joe what…” you would manage to say, blinking a few times the stars in your eyes. You would find him curled up in a corner, his arms wrapped around his head and neck as an attempt to protect himself.

Your eyes would widen at the sight, understanding he had been severely triggered. In fact, you now remembered reading some articles about it, how strangling and throat slitting was attempted on some factions of soldiers by the enemy and it was surely what had triggered him.

“Joe it’s me. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” you would apologize on the verge of tears from the state he was in.

After that it would take a while for him to calm down, he would be closed into silence, feeling guilty of his own reactions to a simple kiss. But you would work things out as always, taking baby steps in trying to eliminate that trigger, his service dog helping as well, nuzzling his truffle in his neck while cuddling.

You would make sure to eliminate the effect of surprise during that gesture, coming to stand in front of him, caressing his chest and slowly tying your arms around his neck, asking for permission to kiss his neck. And it would work out well after many months of trial. You wouldn’t do it much tho cause you didn’t want to push this too fast, besides you loved kissing his lips, chest and arms much better.

With time Joe would grow to like it as well, it was much nicer to open his neck to a loving kiss rather than a cold blade.

Max California:

- Max California loves neck kisses. He is a very physical lover so when he is with you he is rather clingly, and especially loves PDA, he is a possessive lover but not in a toxic way, he would simply be very proud of you.

- Very early in your relationship you would have gone onto neck kisses, at the shop as you assisted you would often lean against him hugging you from behind, placing lazy kisses from time to time as you both await clients to pick their next dirty products. Your neck was constantly filled with hickeys so the clients wouldn’t bother you.

- However, Max himself was often subject to passion from clients and strangers, men and women desiring the dark punk boy working in a sex shop wearing a crop top. That would make you terribly annoyed and you knew an efficient way to mark your territory. Just do the same!

- As you had gone to refill a shelf of porn magazines, you would decide to surprise him. Instead of going to insert yourself between his arms, you would hug him from behind as he chatted with a female client, filling his neck in small smooches, looking at the client in the eyes. Without surprise she would understand the message and leave promptly.

- Max would grin and turn his head to meet your eyes “Do you think she had any chance with me?” he would ask, making you blush and bite his neck in protest, making him chuckle. “But keep going, I like it.” He would add, his hand coming to caress your cheek before focusing on work again.

-You would retain a happy squeal, muffling it against his skin before kissing it. Max wouldn’t be too sensitive on the neck so at first, he wouldn’t get aroused. He would simply be very happy of your attention, that you took the lead. He was a feminist after all so he would encourage such things in public and also loved to be under your control.

-One day, after a weekend apart Max would even surprise you with a tattoo, red lips modeled on the lipstick you often left in his neck. He would wear a proud grin on his face. “What’d you think?” he asked, very pleased with himself and to show he was a marked territory already.

- “I think I still need to add a little bit more purple to it, you know, to make it livelier.” You grinned back, opening your arms and wrapping them around his neck as you would passionately make out.

Abbe:

As the composed and religious man of God he is, the Abbé has never experienced an intimate touch from no one.

This has given him incredible awkwardness when he started feeling carnal desires for you besides romantic feelings, his religious trauma and brainwash made him believe he was a sinner and regret his own nature of man. Your love for him made you feel bad for his condition, so of course you tried to help him.

You already knew he would go crazy in the worst way possible if you had taken the lead without psychologically telling him, so you planned to slowly introduce him to physical affection. So you invited him for tea to ‘innocently chitchat’.

During the talk, he seemed still pretty nervous about the topic, but less than usual. It felt like a good sign for you, but you didn’t expect his next request.

The Abbé was actively avoiding your gaze as he parted his lips to speak, his cheeks turned a bright red. “Might I… dare to kiss you?” He asked in almost a whisper, making you blush and then scoff; his excessive politeness was adorable to you. You nodded, and approached, ready for a quick peck. You didn’t expect him to grab your shoulders and capture your lips for a goofy yet extremely heated kiss.

You could hear him let out little noises already despite you weren’t touching him either. So, when the kiss was over, you smirked, licking your lips, delighted by that kiss, and leaned closer, brushing your lips against his neck. You could hear a gasp escape his lips, which lowkey turned you on.

So you started by giving his neck a first soft kiss, noticing his chest moving up and down faster and his heartbeat louder. He swallowed down, trying to reluctantly pull back, it was obvious he was loving those kisses yet he thought it was wrong. “Y/N…”, he whimpered, letting out soft moans for every kiss you gave him. Every moan of his was one more shiver of excitement running through your spine.

You suddenly felt your clothes being grabbed by his fists, his noises became a bit louder and his hips were starting to slightly jerk forward. Unfortunately that thick pitch black cassock was leaving no room for imagination, but you knew underneath he was fighting against a massive boner.

Suddenly, after you gently nibbled a spot on his throat, he let out a high pitched whimper, obviously choking other noises in his throat and trembling a bit, his mouth was agape. You stepped back, thinking you hurt him, but after some seconds, he was heavily painting and squeezing his legs together: he came just with your neck kisses.

You would have lied if you said you weren’t proud of yourself. Especially after he looked at you dead in the eye and said: “There’s no turning back after this, right…?”. He seemed defeated, yet somehow relieved when you shook your head, hopeful to get further with him. Finally.

Merill

Merill is a lover of PDA and of neck kisses as well. Which means that naturally he would give them to you.

He is a protective man and possessive. In public he would especially love to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to place a tender kiss on your neck.

Naturally you would return the favor. Merill wouldn't be surprised or taken aback, he would let you do and even lean into your touch.

For Merill, neck smooches would represent letting himself get vulnerable willingly for the one he loves.

It was something he was proud of. Merill was known across town for his strong character, his stubbornness, and impulsivity. And many thought that he wasn’t an easy man to handle, that despite attracting many girls with his look, when they got to know him they would run away.

It wasn’t the truth actually, ladies loved how he knew what he wanted and his passion, his love for his family. And you were the lucky one, the only one he ever allowed neck kisses from, encouraging you to mark him with hickeys, show who he belonged to.

You would especially enjoy tickling him with your lips during a baseball match, distracting him when he was getting too agitated by the bad talent of some. It would work wonderfully, to the point he would melt in your touch, his attention drifting away more and more from the match to focus on you. During the final match you would end up making out and more in the lockers room where no one would come to find you.

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cain-speaks · 9 months

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❣ 𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙃 ❣ || Wukong x Reader Oneshot

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╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ One day I'll decide how I wanna format shit lmao. ➤ This is a oneshot. ➤ This is romantic. ➤ Reader is gender neutral (except for one use of "maiden" in reference to you). ➤ This oneshot includes Dragonhead/Triad!Wukong, who is apart of the Triad AU belonging to @skittlescripts! ➤ This oneshot in based off @dumplingsjinson's 4th unrequited-but-not-actually-unrequited-love prompt!! I originally had it here but decided to delete it incase you'd like to go into this kinda blind lol. ➤ If this is dumb I'm sorry I haven't had a genuine crush since like 2nd grade /gen. Also romance is NOT my strongsuit despite how much I read LMAO. ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include profanity, denial of feelings, avoidance, lying, self-deprecation, angst, and crying. ➤ Word count: 4,300

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❝ Camo jacket, robbing corner stores; hard odds to beat when you're on all fours .❞

You didn't want this.

It started off innocently enough—a blush when you caught the Great Sage's eye, a bit of a tremble to your voice or your knees when his hand brushed yours, squealing into your pillows when he gave you gifts. Embarrassing reactions, yes, but not surprising. Afterall, whole gods have found themselves swooning for the Monkey King even if they've a snowball's chance in hell at actually gaining his affections—what chance did your mortal self stand against the demon's wicked charm? But surely your little... celebrity crush didn't mean anything significant.

Except it did.

You barely ever had crushes growing up, much less attractions so passionate you could call them love. But with Wukong, it came far too easily. You loved the way he spoke, the way he held himself, the way he managed to create a community of loyal allies despite his many enemies. But then you also loved the simple things—his real laugh, the one that made him clutch his stomach and cackle until tears were dripping from his eyes; the way his tail swayed like a dog's and curled into a heart when he was excited; the way he smelt of peaches and flowers, as if he was a whole world just for you to—

No!

No, no, no!

This is how the greatest friendships crashed and burned. An insistent crush and a hopeful heart and a two-timing brain poisoning you with sweet what-ifs and flowery dreams is all it takes for you to make one irreversible, permanent step; for you to pour your heart out only to hear we can still be friends! and watch him drift away.

Well, not you. You weren't going to risk breaking your heart nor your and Wukong's friendship over a crush, no matter how serious. So after many sleepless nights of brainstorming (and daydreaming... goddamnit, brain!), you finally devised a plan to squash your feelings for the Monkey King.

1.) Create distance physically.

You tap your fingers against your thigh anxiously, fighting the urge to scratch angry red blotches into the skin while you wait for Wukong to pick up your call. You thought this method would be easiest for enacting Step 1, hoping Wukong and Macaque wouldn't be able to pick out any lies over the phone, but with how long it's taking him to answer, maybe it'd be easier to avoid him the hard way—

"Hey, peaches!" Wukong's cheery voice greets over the line, making you huff in relief. "What's up? You're not calling to ask if you can come up, right? Because you know I've told you you can just come, riiighttt?"

Your heart swoons ridiculously, and you have to aggressively remind yourself that hanging out with Wukong is the exact opposite of what you want to achieve.

"Yessss, I remember," you force out in a nasally, cracking voice that you pray sounds convincing. "But no, that's not why I'm calling."

"Oh, peaches, are you sick?" Wukong asks worriedly, and you can feel his furrowed eyebrows through the phone.

"No," you snark, and then you force out some rough-sounding coughs, grimacing at the way your throat stings. "This happens every year. Sometime near spring I get super sick for like a month—might be the pollen or something, I dunno."

"I never noticed," Wukong replies softly. "I'm sorry, peaches. I woulda helped you before if I'd realized."

Your heart flips again and you lean away from the phone to form a silent scream before returning. "It's—cough—fine. I'm a big girl, a little springtime bug isn't going to kill me. But it is gonna keep me in my house for a few weeks."

"In that case, why don't I let Macaque handle things for a bit and come over—"

"No!" You snap out, your hand immediately smacking over your mouth at the outburst. Fuck! You think, mind racing to recover from your fumble. You let out a series of coughs as you think, then lick your lips. "S-Sorry... while it means a lot that you'd do that for me, when I get like this... it's just easier to handle it alone. I don't really have the energy to be around people or have them around me."

You cross your fingers, your opposite hand gripping your clothes in a white-knuckle grip as a few beats of silence pass. God, let him believe me so I can hang up—

"Alright, peaches," Wukong replies softly, and you have to lean back so he won't hear the relieved huff of air you let out. You're so busy rejoicing you nearly miss what he says next. "But I'm still going to drop food off to you, alright?" Seeming to sense a coming argument from you, he adds, "I'll just drop it off at your door and send you a message."

You sigh, a small smile forcing it's way on to your face despite the situation still not being as perfect as you'd hoped for. "Guess I can't stop you, sunshine."

"Nope!" Wukong laughs, popping the p. "Get well soon! Who knows what mischief I'll be up to without my angel to keep me on the path of grace?" He cooes with a subtle purr to his words. A wild blush blooms on your face, burning your ear tips as you soak in what he said.

"You're supposed to be able to do that on your own, Great Sage," you croak out, burying your flushed face in your unused hand even though the cheeky monkey isn't here to see it.

"What's the fun in that?" Wukong snickers. Then his voice softens, squeezing your heart. "But seriously, take care of yourself, peaches. If you need space, that's fine, but if you need help, ask. There's nothing you could do that would chase me away."

What he says is sweet, so sweet, and dream-like. His words make you think of a fairytale, with you a fair maiden and him a brave, persistent, dragon-slaying knight.

But life's not a fairytale, and things won't go your way just because you wish on a star.

"Will do, Wuks," you say quietly. "Bye."

"Bye, peaches."

Beep-beep.

Step 1... achieved.

2.) Create distance emotionally.

You couldn't just get rid of your crush (well, you probably could, but that'd entail some magical mumbo jumbo you're not quite desperate enough for yet), but maybe you could weaken it by limiting how much exposure you had to Wukong. Hard, considering how popular he was, but surely not impossible!

So, to start off easy, you got rid of your merch. You were able to sell most of it online, but the more stuff you got rid of, the more... upset you felt. Which made sense, sure—it was stuff you loved, of course, and if you hadn't fallen in love with one of your best friends, you'd never part with it—, but your thoughts felt... insane. You found yourself wondering if people would take care of it, if they'd love it and find the same joy in it that you did.

The idea of someone doing anything less made your skin crawl, and for a few brief moments, you considered doing full deep dives on buyers to make sure the merch was going to a good home. Then you reasoned you sounded absolutely obnoxious, like some creepy fangirl and not a close friend of Sun Wukong, and gave the rest away without any further hesitance.

Goddamn, did it sting though.

True to his word, Wukong stopped by your house once every few days with food and medicine. At first, you were worried he'd try to talk to you or ask to come in, but the only way you even knew he'd been there was when he alerted you with a message. You were grateful for it, but words couldn't describe the relief you had that he left no gifts in the bags.

If he had, that might have set you right back to square one.

Your house felt... empty without Wukong's memorabilia, but you chopped it up to your distaste for change. Obviously the nearly crippling discomfort in your own home was because of the now-barren walls (no way it was because you'd just given away dozens of priceless items...), so you bought some pretty posters of bands, artists, and games you liked and hung them on the wall. It wasn't the same, but you supposed that within time, it'd become your new normal.

You decided to ignore the way that settled on your body like gloomy fog.

Now... for the harder part.

Aside from merch, Wukong had gotten you plenty of personal items. Clothes, jewelry, perfumes, cooking utensils you'd been eyeing, plushies, that sort of thing. You knew just by looking at it that it was expensive, probably things that would land you in debt for life if you'd bought it yourself, and rare, too. Likely some one-of-a-kind stuff, knowing Wukong.

You spent three nights despairing over what to do with them. Giving them away to the masses felt disrespectful to say the least, and with the way your heart shrieked, you decided to listen. Throwing them out didn't feel much better, neither did burying them (yeah... you were thinking of everything)... but you couldn't keep them. No, no, no, it'd just encourage your stupid crush if you caved and kept anything, especially the personal stuff!

So you did the only thing you could think of: give it to your family.

It still didn't feel great either way, but at least you knew they were being cared for. And if Wukong happened to ask for any of it back, it'd be easy to retrieve.

You expect to feel relieved at having found a solution, but it only fills you with dread.

All that's left are the notes.

You keep them in a pretty box in your desk. It's a deep red covered in bright splashes of color meant to resemble fireworks, with bright iron hinges on the back so it could open and close. It's perfectly pristine without so much a speck of dust upon it, its well-cared-for appearance taunting you as you lift it out of its drawer and sit on your bed.

You know you shouldn't look at them, but it's not like it'll change anything—you already have them memorized by heart, anyway.

Dear (name), "Sunshine", huh? Can't say it reflects much of who I am as an infamous, invincible god, but I'll take it over "simian" anyday! I think I'll call you "peaches" in return. It has a nice ring, doesn't it? Sunshine and peaches. Like two peas in a pod. Anyway. I hope you like the clothes!

You laugh softly as you read the note. This had been after you mistakenly let your unspoken nickname for him slip after one of his meetings, flustering both you and the unprepared Dragonhead. Despite your furious blush and profuse apologies, Wukong had made you explain your reasoning behind the nickname (which was mostly Macaque's fault—damn him and his "sun and moon" bullshit). You were mortified, thinking you'd set your and Wukong's relationship way back, but when he started calling you peaches...

Sunshine stuck, and you two really did become peas in a pod.

You've torn through the whole box of notes by the time you realize there are tears running down your cheeks. When realization hits, you bend over and press your hands to your face, open-mouthed sobs wracking your body.

Why'd it have to be him? You could've fallen hopelessly in love with anyone, and your heart chose him?

Wukong isn't the problem. No, not at all. Next to you, the Monkey King seems wild, volatile, too much. But that's only because you're a, well, mortal, incapable of shining even half as brightly as he does. Wukong's a god, an immortal king, a being who'd felled thousands in mere moments—your best friend deserves someone who could meet him at his level, not force him into some domestic role.

Someone better than you.

The thought sends a sharp wave rocking through your chest, but with it comes some rush of desperation—you don't know if it's to fight for or against something, but it leads you to pluck one of the notes from its place on the bed,

turn it over so you can't see the words,

and fucking shred it.

That night, as you lie amongst the torn pieces of paper, you can't help but feel like a sole survivor among a ruined city.

Step 2 is done.

3.) Find somebody else.

You have to admit, Step 3 was definitely a desperate plan B if nothing else worked, and, well...

Nothing else was working.

Your "sick" month had passed, and you were now three months into cold-turkeying Wukong. You were honestly surprised the Monkey King hadn't broken into your house yet, but based on some demon conflicts you'd seen on the news, you figured he was busy.

But that wasn't the problem. What was the problem was your crush hadn't waned in the slightest! In fact, your attempts to get rid of it had only made you want to run further into Wukong's arms, where you'd be drowned in the scent of peaches and flowers and the feeling of soft fur and a strong body against yours and—

Goddamnit!

Part of you felt... tired; sick of what you perceived as dramatic and begging for a break from the heartache. It whispered to you, questioning how good Wukong was to keep around if he would cut you loose just for a crush—even saying that it'd be good for you! Save you the trouble and put you on the path of healing before it got real bad... whatever that meant.

But the other half of you fought and it fought hard. You wanted Wukong, even if it meant you could only have him as a friend. He made you feel good and you'd die before giving that up—that was why you'd started this whole mess in the first place!

Besides. You were a mortal, temporary and simple. And adaptable and well-aged as he was, Wukong was still a several-millennium old god. Rules, unspoken or otherwise, were bound to look different for various relationships, and as far as you were concerned, falling head-over-heels, squealing-into-your-pillows and feet-kicking in love with one you called your best friend was written in big red letters right under no.

So you're here at a café (far away from Wukong's headquarters, you made sure), sitting across from... your date.

They're gorgeous. With fawn-colored skin, soft brown eyes, and blonde, orange dipped wavy hair, they make you think of summer, of singing birds and beach days and ice cream in the park. And they're sweet, easily cracking jokes with you and complimenting you without overwhelming you.

But they're not Wukong, and the way you remain acutely aware of that as you share sweet treats with them destroys any hope you had of growing out of this crush.

You're trying to think of ways to let them down gently when you hear the door chime go off. A new customer isn't earth-shattering (it's a public establishment, after all), but a chorus of sharp gasps and your date's frightened stare looking past you makes you turn.

And, god, you wish you hadn't.

Wukong walks into the café calmly, his face unreadable as he scans the booths. You're fairly certain you already know why he's here, but when his eyes meet yours you just know you're fucked.

The café owner bee-lines to Wukong. "G-Great Sage!" They greet, bowing low. "What brings you here?"

Wukong doesn't break eye contact with you. "Nothing to do with you," he answers smoothly before approaching you in long strides.

You can do nothing but watch as he approaches, pinning your tongue between your teeth as you hold the intensity of his stare. Your date, seemingly noticing the tension between you two, reaches out to grasp your hand, but you gently pull away with a shake of your head.

"I'm sorry," you whisper sincerely, sliding enough money for the meal towards them just before Wukong reaches your booth.

The monkey eyes your date, unblinking. If this was any other situation (one where you hadn't avoided him for three months), you'd give him a gentle kick to the leg or something so he'd knock it off. But the situation is too tense, his presence too damning, and you're grateful for the few seconds you get from out beneath the demon's fiery gaze.

"Peaches," he finally murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. "We need to talk."

Fuck.

You get up without a word, placing your purse over your shoulder and heading towards the front door with your eyes on your feet. You can feel everyone's eyes on you—or rather, the two of you, as Wukong walks beside you until you reach the door, which he opens for you. Then he follows you out, staying just far enough behind you that he doesn't step on your heels.

Neither of you speak until you get to a bridge, void of people and surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Wukong stops beside you as you peer over the edge.

"Peaches," he says, his voice still soft. "What's going on?"

Fuck.

You immediately deflect. "How did you find me?"

You hear him suck in a breath.

"How?" You hiss out, glaring up at him.

He stares at you in silence for a moment, then turns on his phone. As he presses a button, your phone vibrates in your hand.

"You tracked my phone?" You ask, blinking owlishly.

"You weren't answering me," replies Wukong simply, pocketing his phone again.

Your face flushes in frustration. "I was out—"

"For three months?"

That makes you go silent. Your phone vibrates again, making the screen light up. You can see Wukong's name in your notifications, but you dare not look to see how many there are, lest it condemn you further.

"You know, I went to your house," Wukong carries on, his voice thickening. "All the stuff I got you is gone."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

"Yeah," you mumble, your gaze falling to the ground.

"Why? Did you not like it?"

You're torn between honesty and further denial. In the end, Wukong speaks before you can make a choice.

"You didn't throw out the notes."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"It took—" his voice chokes out for a second. Your body tenses, your hands turning to white-knuckled fists at your sides. You don't look up. "It took a lot to put them together, surprisingly. Were really dedicated when you tore 'em up, huh?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Did you lie about being sick? Did you... were you just trying to get away from me?"

"It's not like that," you say, rushed, and you know as soon as the words leave your lips that you shouldn't have spoken.

"Then what is it like?" Wukong chokes out in a thick voice, but you still refuse to look him in the eye.

"I... needed alone time," you mumble.

"Why couldn't you say that?" Wukong replies, a bit of sharpness to his tone, and you can't help but feel like you've opened up the floodgates. "Do I make you feel so unsafe that you'll lie to get away from me?"

"Don't assume things about me," you snap hotly, your eyes flickering to his. They glow with a subtle red color, fixated on you, a testament to his growing emotion in the situation. But that's not what gets you.

It's the tears collecting in his eyes.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

"What else am I supposed to do?" He grits out. "You ignored me for three months. You didn't even text back to say if you were still sick, or if you just wanted me to stop contacting you—"

"Wukong, I—" you try, taking a step backward when the monkey flings his arms.

"And you didn't answer MK or Macaque, either!"

"Wukong—"

"You scared the shit out of me, peaches!"

"And I'm sorry for that," you bite out, managing to shut him up for a minute. You gulp, your grip on your purse tightening. "But I had... I have a problem I have to fix—"

"What is it? If you would just tell me I could help!" Wukong exclaims, reaching towards you.

"No!" You shout, twisting away from him. "You can't help, Wukong!"

"You don't know that!"

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

"I do! I do know that!"

"How?! How could—"

"BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA FIX ME LOVING YOU?"

Wukong falls silent. Still. Your hands slap over your mouth.

The two of you stand in silence for what feels like forever. The river feels deathly silent, and not even the wind blows. Finally, you remove your hands.

"I-I mean, I can fix it, don't worry," you say quickly, the words spilling from your lips like water. "T-These feelings are temporary, I promise. They're just, uh, a b-bit more stubborn than I was expecting, y-y'know? But they're nothing serious, I swear! I-I know I've been difficult these past few months, I know, I'm sorry, just, please, Wukong, don't leav—"

"They're what?" is all Wukong utters, his stare burning through you.

You startle for a second, hands dropping to your chest. "T-They're temporary," you repeat. "Not serious, I swear. Nothing has to change."

Wukong doesn't reply at first. Then:

"What if I want them to be serious?"

Your heart nearly stops in your chest at the force of your surprise. "What?" is all you can get out, staring owlishly at the demon.

"I said," he speaks slowly, stepping towards you. "What if I want them to be serious? To be permanent? What if I want you to be head over heels for me, hm?"

You shiver as he stands before you, hands ghosting over your hips.

"What if I want it all to change, peaches?"

Your heart thumps in your chest, your mind desperately trying to make sense of what he's saying.

Surely he's not... he doesn't mean...

"I don't understand," you whisper, your hands hesitantly pressing against his chest.

"Oh, peaches," he cooes softly, leaning in until his forehead rests against your's and all you can see are his eyes.

"Wu—"

"I love you, (name)."

Your breath catches in your throat, your mouth falling open in shock. Your entire body freezes, your thoughts halted as you process his words...

and then your heart soars.

"Me?" You crack out, a blush warming your skin exponentially. It's a bit overwhelming, the mix of love, surprise, and unfiltered relief. So much so that you can't stop the tears from building up in your eyes and slipping out as you stare up at him. "You love me?"

"Of course," Wukong says softly, his fingers reaching up to brush your tears away. "How couldn't I?"

A sob leaves your mouth at the question. "'C-Cause you're... I'm—"

"Simple?" Wukong ventures, frowning at your nod. He huffs, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "Peaches, you are anything but simple. You're brilliant and talented and witty and a quick-learner. You keep me guessing even now, and I've been around for a while," he soothes sweetly, a breath of laughter to his voice.

You can't help but laugh a little with him, your heart swelling at his compliments. Your hands slide up his chest and his neck, feeling the soft fur slide through your fingers, and settle on his cheeks. You mirror him then, your thumbs petting his cheek bones and brushing away the wetness in his eyes. Another wave of fresh tears overcomes you when he leans into your hands.

"You're the closest thing to perfection I've ever seen," Wukong murmurs emotionally, one of his hands retracting to engulf one of your's. "You're my girl. My peach. My qíng rén."

A sob breaks free of your lips again as you pull Wukong against you, hiding your face in his chest as you cry. The Dragonhead curls around you, as if shielding you from the outside world, which you're thankful for.

Damn. All of this to find out the great Monkey King loves you back? You're not complaining, god no! Despite your tears, your heart is doing tricks, somersaults and great leaps and cartwheels. It's just...

You definitely have some communication skills to work on, you think.

That can wait, though, you think then, your crying finally tapering out. You manage to tilt your head enough to see Wukong's face, the demon smiling down sweetly at you. Your fingers fiddle with his tie for a moment before drifting upwards and holding his face again.

"Peaches," Wukong calls softly, holding your gaze. "What're you thinking?"

You pause before answering. "I... I want to kiss you," you admit, watching the monkey's face turn a red hue similar to your's. "Can I?"

His ears wiggle, his nose twitches, and then he nods, and you can feel his tail wagging by your legs.

The time for picking on his adorable monkey mannerisms will come later, because right now all you're focused on is bringing Wukong's lips to yours and finally knowing how it feels to kiss the Great Sage.

It's done at an awkward angle since Wukong didn't let you go, the both of you straining a bit to meet each other in the middle, and you break away fast, but it's perfect to you. Maybe not how you imagined a requited crush kiss going, but it's your greatest wish come true in spite of that.

"I love you," he breathes.

Your breath catches again, your heart still flipping ecstatically. "Say it again."

Wukong grins, fangs peeking out of his smile. "I love you, qíng rén."

As you bring the Dragonhead into another kiss, you think of one thing.

Maybe fairytales do exist after all.

❝ Good men die too, so I'd rather be with you .❞

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chapel-of-rizztual · 10 months

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10. teasing the other just because they can / Mountain x Swiss

Apparently I am incapable of writing anything other then puppy Mountain. Also this doesn’t really have anything to do with the prompt but this was the only thing my brain allowed me to write.

They’d been playing like this for hours now. Swiss wasn’t sure how Mountains fangs weren’t hurting yet as he gripped the other end of the knotted rope toy in his Mouth. They’d destroyed the common room, the coffee table that was normally in the middle of the horse-shoe shaped sofa was upside down, the contents that rested on top strewn across the floor. The pillow from the sofa were also strewn across the floor, along with blankets and personal items that got left on there. They’d somehow managed to knock down a few picture frames from the wall, Swiss suspected Mountains tail might be to blame.

Mountain growls and bares his teeth around the toy as Swiss pulls harder, a desperate attempt to free the toy from Mountains mouth.

“You really think you can win, pup?” Swiss tries not to let the strain on his voice show as he tugs at the toy even harder.

Mountain growled again, pulling back at the toy. Swiss stood up from the sofa, hoping to gain some strength over Mountain, but he knew it was kind of pointless. Even with Mountain on his hands and knees, even with him using his mouth, Swiss could admit that he was much stronger then himself.

“This all you’ve got? This really all you’ve got?”

Mountains tail thuds against the floor and pulls harder on the toy. Swiss is actually struggling now, having to use both hands on his end of the toy. He can fell sweat beading at his hairline and he can feel the heat in his cheeks. His muscles are straining and he looks down at Mountain who's hardly breaking a sweat, tail happily wagging on the floor.

Swiss shaking his arm from side to side, shaking Mountains head with the toy. Mountain snarls at him, his ear pinning back, and Swiss would think it was a threat if it wasn’t for his tail excitedly hitting against the floor and his big round eyes looking up at him.

Mountain starts shaking his head from side to side in time with Swiss with a low growl and somehow, somehow the toy slips from Swiss’ grasp. Mountain goes flying back with the force of it and Swiss would have felt guilty with it if it wasn’t for the happy squeal Mountain let’s out.

Mountains quick to recover, spinning himself around ungratefully onto his hands and knees, his tail high in the air, wagging from side to side so fast it was a blur. He looks up at Swiss with blown pupils, toy hanging from his mouth. He gives Swiss one last growl, a victory growl, and takes off in the opposite direction of Swiss, jumping onto the sofa, shaking the toy in his jaw.

Swiss laughs at him, watching Mountain chew the rope. He launches himself at Mountain, but the earth ghoul of fast to move out the way, leaving Swiss a heaped mess on the sofa. Mountain give a happy thrill, front legs splaying out in front of him, and he takes off once again.

Swiss laughs again, chasing Mountain as he stumbles clumsy over the upside table. They make two laps around the sofa before Swiss manages to catch up with him, playing unfair and pulling the ghoul back by his tail. Mountain yelps, the toy failing from his mouth.

Swiss is quick to snatch it up, holding it high above his head.

“Haha! This is mine now!” He taunts the earth ghoul, holding the rope high above his head.

Mountain whines at him, pouting up at him with big round eyes.

“Oh, you want it back?” He wiggles the toy above Mountains head. “You’ll have to come and get it then.” Swiss takes off across the common room, Mountain following hot on his heels, trying to nip and his ankles.

Hours later, Cumulus enters the ghoul common room, eyes widening at the completely destroyed state of the shared living space. She would have been angry, she should have been angry, but seeing both Swiss and Mountain curled up asleep on the sofa, Mountain half heartedly chewing on the rope toy in his mouth in his sleep, she feels her heart swelling with love. She pulls a blanket over the pair, Mountains tail thumping against the sofa and he lets out a happy chuff in his sleep. She smiles down at the cute scene in front of her. She can yell at them later.

#ficlet #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #puppy mountain #puppy mountain my love <3 #my writing #pet regression

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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Spooky Season | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi! Happy September 1st AKA HAPPY HALLOWEEN SEASON! 💀👻🎃

Warnings: fluff, me being overly excited about Halloween

Also please note that this one is super short and I wrote it on break at work

Bucky reflexively pulled the knife he kept hidden in his boot. Someone he didn’t recognize launched themselves at him just as he opened the door to the apartment you shared. This was his biggest fear. A Hydra holdout. A vengeful victim. Someone coming for him- for you- in the home you shared.

But as he tried to take down his assailant, he heard you squeal with laughter.

“Happy Halloween!”

Bucky took a second to refocus. It was then he realized that his attacker was actually a plastic skeleton. He sighed with relief and quickly sheathed his knife. Embarrassed.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, babe. I thought that would be a silly, spooky little prank…” you took his face in your hands and swept your thumbs over his cheekbones. “It was a bad idea.”

Bucky pulled your hands from his face and positioned them behind his neck instead. He knew you loved Halloween. And Wanda warned him about your affinity for all things spooky. But if it made you smile, he liked it too. He kissed you long and deep. You’d taken his breath away, and now he wanted to return the favor.

“So, it’s Halloween now, huh? I thought that wasn’t until the end of October…”

“Welllll, the Halloween season starts September first!”

You flashed him a jack o lantern grin. This was how things worked in your house. Every year in September first, your mom declared it “Halloween season”. She’d let you help decorate the house. And each year, things got more elaborate. She instilled in you a love for Halloween. And you kept her tradition alive.

“Oh, yeah? That wasn’t on my calendar…” Bucky teased. He loved your passion. Your sense of whimsy. There was something so freeing about your light hearted spirit. He was always so burdened. So weighed down by his past. But you were a welcome breath of fresh air. A warm breeze on a cold night. And even though he wasn’t the biggest fan of Halloween, who was he to rain on your parade.

“You wanna give me a tour then? Show me all your hard work?”

Another excited squeal pierced the air as you took him by the hand. Orange lights and fake cobwebs lined every doorway. A patch of Jack o lanterns sat in front of the fireplace. A garland of spiders hung from the mantle. And that was just the beginning.

“Okay, so we’ve got some spooky pillows and blankets for the couch,” you said. And Bucky’s eyes popped wide open at your definition of “some”. There were skeleton pillows and bat blankets. A small army of plush pumpkins. And a stuffed black cat with a collar that read “Binx”.

“Wow, looks cozy…” he tackled you to the couch and pulled a yelp from your chest. “Yup! It’s very cozy,” he confirmed as he sunk into the pillows. He held you tight to his body and reveled in your warmth. He could’ve stayed like this for days.

“Cozy and spooky”, you corrected, poking him in the chest. “Don’t forget spooky.”

“Of course, doll. My bad.” You shot him an affectionate eye roll as he reached for the candy bowl on the coffee table. “Great tour, doll. Absolutely loved it.” He tore into a Twix and gave you the first bite.

Obviously, there was more to see. But how could he resist eating candy and cuddling with his best girl? If this was what the Halloween season brought, he wasn’t going to complain.

But before he had the chance to enjoy his candy, you yanked him from the couch. Were you always this strong? Had you always been able to pull him around like a rag doll? Or did the Halloween season make you more powerful?

“So, as you’ve discovered, we’ve got a fully stocked candy bowl” you said. “And a bunch of little decorative witch plates in case you’re feeling fancy.” Finally, he popped the candy into his mouth. “Oh, and I have more candy locked and loaded for when you inevitably finish this by next week.” Bucky smiled at you, his lips smeared with chocolate.

The tour resumed as you tugged on his arm once again, dragging him toward the kitchen.

“Look at all the cookie jars!” A skull, a Jack o lantern, and a Frankenstein head sat on the counter. “They’re all full of Halloween Oreos right now- but I’m gonna make some Halloween cookies tomorrow!”

Bucky stole an Oreo from the skull and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. He loved seeing you so excited- and he loved snacks.

“And I’ve got these salt and pepper shakers that look like ghosts and- Oh! Look at these Ouja board plates!”

“These are perfect,” he laughed. “Now I can summon demons while we eat dinner.” You delivered a light punch to his arm. He faked an agonized groan.

The entire apartment was bathed in Halloween spirit. Like you’d dunked it in a can of black and orange paint. Ghosts, witches, mummies, and werewolves sat in every corner and adorned each room. Fall scented candles filled the room with autumn air. And the tv sat paused on Scream. For you, this was the most wonderful time of the year.

“Ooh! Candy corn!” Bucky reached into a glass jar shaped like a ghost and nabbed a handful. He dumped it in his mouth, and almost choked at your horrified expression.

“What?”

“Ew, Buck!”

“What?!”

“Candy corn is gross- that’s just for decoration!”

“What?!” he said a third time, his mouth full of candy. “Candy corn is delicious!”

You didn’t care that Bucky was the ex Winter Soldier. You didn’t care that he’d killed people. But liking candy corn? It was almost unforgivable.

“Wow…you think you know someone”. You narrowed your eyes at him. It was a betrayal, an offense to your sensibilities. “You’re skating on thin ice, Barnes”.

He pelted you with a piece of candy corn, “more for me then, dollface.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. He did the same, his mouth tinged orange. “Show me the rest, baby”, he said, his cheeky mood dissipating. This Halloween stuff meant a lot to you.

He could tell by the messy bun and your mismatched outfit you’d been decorating all day. And he knew you worked extra hard to get it done before he got home. You loved surprising him. And making his home a welcoming, cozy place sat at the top of your priority list. He deserved fun Halloween decor and over the top Thanksgiving feasts. Obnoxious Christmas lights and lovey-dovey Valentine’s Days. He’d missed so much, and you wanted to make up for it.

An instant smile stretched across your face. “I have to show you the best part!” You made Bucky promise to stay in the kitchen with his eyes closed. This was it- the pièce de résistance. The thing you’d been excited about all day. Was it silly? Yes. But you knew Bucky would love it. You grabbed your surprise from the bedroom and did your best to keep it concealed.

“Okay…open!”

Bucky removed his hand from his eyes and burst into laughter. But the laughter melted into a chorus of ‘awwwwww’.

There in your arms sat Alpine. Dressed in a little witch costume. She bonked her head against your hand and twirled her tail around your wrist.

“Oh my god- Alpine!” Bucky scratched under her chin. She purred for him and gave his hand a budge, asking for more pets.

“I’ve never seen a cuter witch”.

“Right! She kinda fought me on the hat, but now I think she likes it.”

Alpine pawed at Bucky, needy for his attention. This all felt so strange to him. So other-worldly. Only a few years ago, he’d been trapped in his own mind. He was abused. Miserable. Used. And now, he stood in the kitchen of the home he shared with his incredible girlfriend. He had a home. He had someone who loved him. And he had a tiny white cat wearing a Halloween costume.

“Okay- you’ve convinced me”. He pulled you close and sandwiched Alpine between your bodies. “Halloween is the best season.”

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Made a sequel to this post for y'all 😌 was gunna actually write smut but backed out at the last second whoops. Hope y'all enjoy a tiny bit of spice with our lovely Donna 🖤

"Take a break," Donna commands rather than asks. Valeria complies easily, arching back in her seat and humming contently when her poor spine pops and cracks. After the... complete fucking fiasco beforehand, the two florists got right to work on dollmaking. Donna seemed very in her element here in the workshop, and over their last break she had confided in Valeria about her family business. It broke the younger woman's heart to hear about the tragedies of the Beneviento family, but she was happy to be there to comfort Donna.

And she had to admit, she was having a good time learning a new skill with Donna's help. She was a good teacher, giving concise instructions and genuinely helpful advice whenever Valeria appeared stuck or unsure. It made the redhead feel very good about her first attempt at working with porcelain. Her doll was absolutely novice, not nearly as detailed as she imagined Donna would be able to make, but for a first go at something new she was proud of herself.

"I suppose I could use a rest," Valeria sighs. Making a pillow with her arms she lays her head upon the crafting table, watching the older woman inspect her work intensely. She checks over the joints and looks for any blemishes that may lead to breaks down the road, but finding none, she gives a content little 'hm!' and sets it down gently.

"You're a quick learner," she offers kindly, making Valeria preen. The girl might be embarrassed at how easily she took to praise if she weren't in such a good mood.

"Thanks Donna, but honestly, I think you're just a really good instructor."

"Don't cut yourself short," Donna tuts. She looks deadly serious, gaze locked with her mentee, making the young woman swallow harshly. "I mean it, you have a real talent for the arts. An eye for beauty, I suppose."

"You're beautiful," Valeria responds breathlessly. The brunette furrows her brows, looking away stiffly and Valeria quickly sits up, worried she overstepped. "I-I'm sorry, I just, you were saying such nice things and you look so pretty and serene in your element and-"

"If you keep this up, I'll never be able to let you go," the dollmaker husks, bringing colour to Valeria's cheeks.

"What if... I don't want you to either?" She asks tentatively, leaning closer to her mentor. Donna looks back at her like she'd said something most outrageous, but Valeria simply offers a smile, setting her hand across the table for her to take. And she does, slender fingers intertwining with Valeria's as she steps closer to the girl until she's looking down on her.

"I do not think you understand just what you're offering," Donna huffs, a bit of a dark look in her eyes. It sends a thrilling chill down the redhead's spine. "I'd want to keep you all to myself, far from the leering eyes of my neices or anyone else that's tried to steal you away."

Valeria shakes her head slightly at that. Couldn't Donna see yet that she had no interest in anyone else? Least of all Cassandra Dimitrescu and her playboy persona. Pulling the other woman closer until their knees are touching, she keeps eye contact so Donna can really read her.

"I only have eyes for you anyway," she confesses with heated cheeks. "Professor Dimitrescu wasn't wrong calling me your pet, I'd follow you anywhere Donna."

And with that, the botanist is upon her, pulling Valeria to stand and feverishly kissing her. The girl squeals at the suddenness of the kiss, but quickly reciprocates, hands finding their way around Donna's strong shoulders. Donna responds in kind, taking hold of her hips and pushing her back into the workbench gently. After only a few moments the two seperate to catch their breath, Valeria smiling like a fool at the older woman's flushed face. She wouldn't in a million years have expected Donna to make the first move, but she absolutely was going to enjoy it and pray this confidence lasted.

Leaning in for another kiss garners unexpected but not unappealing results as Valeria finds herself lifted and sat upon the table, Donna standing pressed between her legs, and she can't help but squirm and bite her lip at the closeness. Donna plants her palms on the girl's thighs, squeezing them gently and looking delighted at the gasp it gets her.

"I would like you to refer to me the same way you did in front of Alcina. Can you do that for me?" she asks sweetly, looking at Valeria through her lashes.

"Sì mammina," she squeaks, fighting her embarrassment and losing. Donna pecks her on the nose though and suddenly her slip up from earlier isn't so mortifying.

"Brava bambola."

Valeria is pretty sure her entire brain short circuits at that. Fuck being her kitten, hello to a life of being Donna's personal doll to be toyed with whenever. Would she actually treat her like a precious porcelain doll? Dressing her in fancy clothes and touching her oh so gently so as not to break her? Or maybe she would joyfully destroy her knowing she has the expertise to piece her doll back together seamlessly? Or-

"You're lost in that pretty head again," Donna laughs lightly, bringing Valeria back to earth. "Is this okay, or? We can stop, I got a bit carried away."

"No! No, I- we," Valeria shakes her head clear and pulls Donna closer, wrapping her legs around her hips. "I want to keep going, really! Fammi tuo mammina."

Like a switch flipped within her, Donna pushes Valeria back until she's flush against the tabletop and crawls over the redhead, straddling her. She kisses her again, hands exploring the girl's torso like an expert craftsman inspecting a fine piece of art. She runs her palms over her ribs and stops teasingly just below her chest, thumbs brushing along the curves. Tentatively the dollmaker cups her love's breasts, carefully massaging happy little moans from the girl beneath her.

Valeria for her part is feeling up Donna's arms and back, relishing in the strength she finds there. Knowing that Donna could probably do whatever she wanted to her, but seeing how restrained and gentle she was being made her heart swell with warmth. This woman truly made her feel so safe and cared for and good god was she going to do everything in her power to make her feel the same. Donna's lips stray from hers, kissing a path from her cheek to her jaw to her neck, and the redhead sighs contently until-

"Ow!" Valeria hisses, being rudely interrupted from her sweet thoughts by a foreign feeling in her neck. "Did you just bite me?"

Donna doesn't look sorry in the slightest, kissing the offended patch of skin before teasingly nipping her again.

"You asked me to make you mine," she breathes against the girl's neck, eliciting goosebumps. "I'm just making sure everyone else knows it."

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento/reader #my writing #resident lover #lugosi speaks #mayeb one day i'll write smut but for now i cannot without having to stop and relax every five minutes so #this is me pushing my donna is a top agenda #this is also me pushing my donna is strong af agenda #i worked in a geeenhouse i know the wonders plants do for your arms and back

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The Blood Pact: Chapter 8 - You ready?

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have

Series Masterlist

Chapter 9

Hi! Here we go...we're cooking with gas in this one. 🥵 Warnings for: sexual content, blood drinking/feeding, reader briefly in pain/discomfort. Hope you enjoy!

(Gif not necessarily reflective of what reader looks like!)

Bucky gently lowered you onto your bed and sat down beside you.

“I hope you mind if we’re in here. I would take you upstairs but I don’t exactly have a bed…” he laughed.

Your eyes widened. “You don’t have a bed?” you scoffed.

He laughed loudly at that. “Of course not. Steve and I sleep in coffins so no sunlight can get in just in case the window barricade fails. C’mon Doll, this isn’t your first day” he teased.

“Actual coffins?” you sputtered.

“Yes…” his tone was patient but you could see he was a bit exasperated. “Old school I know, but the clichés are sometimes clichés for a reason”.

You nodded dumbly, it made sense of course. They needed complete darkness in order to sleep through the daytime. And you’d never actually been up there to see it for yourself. You thought about Steve conveniently skipping that floor when you had the initial viewing. You just had just never really thought about what might be up there before.

Bucky smiled at you and caressed your cheek.

“Alright, you ready? You sure you’re still good to do this?” he asked softly.

You nodded again, swallowing down a mixture of anticipation and fear. You mindlessly rubbed your thighs together thinking about what waited ahead.

“Okay beautiful, lay back for me” he whispered as he gently guided your head onto the pillow. You followed him pliantly, stretching out as you tried to make yourself comfortable. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that surely he could hear it too.

“It’s probably going to hurt a little more than usual, alright? But it’s over very fast” he cooed softly.

You smiled and took a deep breath. You were nervous but trusted him implicitly. He re-positioned himself to straddle you, a muscular thigh against each of your hips as he leaned back on his heels. You squealed internally at this physical contact, squirming back against him. He paused for a second and then looked at you thoughtfully.

“Would you mind if I took my shirt off for this?” he asked. “It’s nice not to be…restricted”.

You nearly laughed at loud at the suggestion you might have an issue with that. “Go nuts” you replied breathily, biting your lip in anticipation of finally seeing more of him.

He smirked, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it onto your bedroom floor. You nearly gasped out loud at his torso, dazzled by the carefully sculpted abdominals and tree trunk arms. His broad shoulders were somehow even wider in the flesh and his biceps looked good enough to sink your teeth into. You resisted the urge to sit up and explore every inch with your tongue. But there was no need to rush.

Wanting to level the playing field you beamed back at him and pulled your own top off so you were left in your bra. Figuring you might as well go the whole hog, you wriggled your leggings off too – Bucky lifted himself off of you as you moved them beneath him and threw them from the bed. You were left in just your bra and panties as he moved back into his earlier position of crouching over you.

Any insecurities or body hang ups you may have had instantly evaporated as you watched Bucky voraciously take you all in. He traced a finger from your shoulder all the way to your toes, as if he didn’t want to miss a single inch of you. The look in his eyes was a mix of hunger and yearning. He took his time exploring you with his hand, careful not to miss a single curve or line.

“Well, aren’t you something…” he whispered in awe, so quietly you barely heard him.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours once more. “If we’re getting more comfortable…” he purred as he undid his jeans, slipping out of them and revealing his tight black boxers. You could see the outline of his cock strain against the fabric – and well, of course he looked like he was big. You had never expected anything less.

His legs were now squeezed against your waist, the shocking chill of his skin causing you to flinch slightly. You looked up at him, realising how helpless you were caged in under his sturdy frame. You felt like a tiny mouse trapped by a cat, helpless and completely at its mercy.

You were practically vibrating with excitement.

He smoothly moved a loose strand of hair away from your face and lined himself up with your neck. He took his time kissing you there, nuzzling his nose into your jawline as he lavished attention upon you. You quickly realised he was trying to make you comfortable and relaxed, and you allowed yourself to be lost in his affection. His breathing was becoming deep and laboured, and it delighted you that he was just as turned on as you were.

Finally you felt a tiny prickling on your neck as his fangs circled your vein, and you knew it was time.

“Okay Doll, here we go” he whispered in your ear. You inhaled deeply, closed your eyes and waited.

His fangs sank in and immediately it felt wrong. He had been correct about one thing, it was more painful than all the times before. But you hadn’t fathomed just how much. Pain scattered throughout your body and you felt a wave of nausea swell within you at the overwhelming sting. Horrifyingly, you could even feel the flow of your blood ebb from the wound. And there was no feel good fog?? Where was the fog? A strangled moan of pain forced its way from your lips as your eyes filled with tears and you instinctively tried to push him off of you. When he didn’t budge, you weakly tried to slap at his face. He did not seem concerned by your actions, he simply continued and lovingly hooked his fingers into your hair as you sobbed quietly beneath him – unable to form any actual words of protest. Were you dying? Was this it?

For a terrifying moment you wondered if it was all a deceptive ruse to lure you into doing this – he was going to drain you dry, and you couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

But then…

It was like you were hit by a freight train. Like someone had just injected you with a cocktail of the most powerful drugs on earth. You gasped as your body went rigid and you pushed yourself further into the mattress, Bucky manoeuvring along with you almost instinctively. A wave of sheer bliss flowed through you as your body relaxed again. None of the other feedings had ever come close to this. You were intoxicated by the intensity of relentless endorphins, rendered boneless and slack as everything else in your brain was drowned out. You could hear yourself mumbling incoherently, at one point you even found yourself laughing. It was like a type of euphoria, but simultaneously relaxing. All you felt was peace. Peace in yourself, peace in the world. You could’ve floated off the bed like a helium balloon and it wouldn’t have surprised you.

Your eyelids were heavy as you moaned softly. You couldn’t feel the sensation of the blood flow any longer, you couldn’t feel anything close to pain or discomfort. If you were dying, then you could not have asked for a better way to go out.

Bucky stopped suddenly, pulling away from your neck abruptly as he cupped your face in his hands and examined you with concern. You peered up at him stupidly, reaching out to touch him to ensure he was really there.

“Are you okay, Doll?” he whispered with a hint of worry. “Is it too much? I can stop…”

You nodded, smiling and stroking his face to communicate that you were just fine. Better than fine. You opened your mouth to speak when you were struck by how he looked in that moment. The intensity of his darkened eyes, wide and slightly frenzied as he looked down at you beneath him. He must’ve been invigorated by what he’d taken from you as he looked more alive than you’d ever seen him. His chiselled muscles as he hovered over your body, the way his long hair was mussed and wild from exertion. A feral type of arousal utterly overtook you at the sight of him, you had never wanted anything more in your life than you wanted him right now.

You reached out and grasped his face, pulling his lips to yours as you kissed him like your life depended on it. You ignored the metallic taste of blood on his tongue and the little grunt of surprise that you shook from him. You pressed yourself as tightly against him as you possibly could, your hands fast and desperate as you fumbled to hold him.

“I want you” you breathed out between kisses. “Now”.

Bucky pulled away to look at you, the wild look in his eyes fading as he watched you.

“You sure?” he said carefully. “It’s not just the cloud?”

You violently shook your head. “Please…look”.

You grabbed his hand and guided it down your body, sliding it into your underwear. He gasped and moaned softly as you pushed him against your core, his fingers circling experimentally as he discovered how wet you were. And you were sopping.

The wild expression returned to his face as you bucked against his fingers, desperate for him to relieve you of this terrible ache.

“Okay” he muttered softly, his eyes now ablaze.

Without warning he removed his fingers and tore your bra off with one hand, causing you to shriek in surprise. But Bucky was not fazed by your alarm, diving in and kissing your breasts as he stared at your body in awe. He caressed and explored them, taking each nipple in his mouth with such fervour you almost felt like a third wheel to them. He whispered compliments against your skin, how beautiful you were, how angelic. He smothered your torso with kisses, taking his time to lavish attention upon each part of you before he began to peel your underwear down, kissing the sensitive flesh where your stomach met your mound. But it wasn’t enough. You squirmed and writhed impatiently but he ignored your desperation, savouring every second he was pushing you to the edge. He moved down and you gasped as his tongue made contact with your clit, exploring your bundle of nerves as your eyes rolled back in your head. But it still wasn’t enough.

You tightly gripped his arm and he eventually looked up at you, finally distracted from the very important task at hand.

“Please. I need you now” you whimpered through heavy breathing.

Frankly, you were a mess. Still half high from the feed and so close to getting what you wanted that you couldn’t wait any longer. Your skin was flushed and your hair matted, a thin sheen of sweat covered your body. Foreplay was the last thing you needed. You'd had weeks of that. Every feed, every fight, every lingering look, all building to this. It seemed like you could feel every part yourself all at once. Each of his kisses, each swipe of his tongue, felt like thunder against your skin. You believed you could almost climax from the shivers which ran up your spine alone. You simply could not wait another moment.

Bucky grinned devilishly at you in return. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He grabbed your face and roughly lugged you forwards into an intense kiss. You kissed back, moaning as you pulled yourself into him. He then very carefully laid you back on the pillow, breaking the kiss as he moved back to your neck to resume the feed. You groaned with frustration as he straddled you and pushed you into the mattress while he lapped at your neck. It wasn’t that it wasn’t nice – it was. Very nice in fact. But it wasn’t what you’d asked for. And it wasn’t what he’d agreed to.

He silenced your protests with a firm hand over your mouth without breaking his stride.

“Wait…” he croaked in a voice so deep and unrecognisable that it barely sounded like him. He sounded desperate, out of control.

You continued to whine against his hand for a few moments before the fog kicked in and pacified you, mewling softly as the endorphins hit once more and you sank back into the sheets. You couldn’t turn your head properly with Bucky obstructing your neck, but you rolled it lazily to look at him admiringly, running your fingers through his hair as you’d done on the night which started all of this. He moaned softly when you tugged on the strands, his hand grazing your waist as he clutched at your hips and held you close.

You watched through heavy lids as he began to manoeuvre himself so that his hips were aligned with yours without his mouth ever leaving your neck. He tugged at the sides of your underwear and quickly pulled them down your legs before discarding them. Any shyness you might normally feel about being exposed and fully nude was consumed by the cloud, so you just smiled dreamily. He then removed his own underwear and pulled himself out. Of course your suspicions about his size were confirmed…

You felt a swell of excitement hit through your haze as he lined himself up with your entrance. He finally broke away from your neck, cupping your chin in one hand as he looked into your eyes.

“Okay, you ready?” he whispered, his voice slightly ragged.

You nodded back with as much enthusiasm as you could muster in your jelly-like state.

“Alright. And remember what I said, if it gets too much just tell me and we can stop, okay?”

He punctuated his question with a sweet peck to your lips. His eyes were so earnest that you couldn’t help but reach up and cup his cheek, feeling a wave of longing for him. He leaned into your touch, nuzzling against your hand. It just all felt so right with him, like you’d both been doing this for years.

He finally seemed satisfied that you were not too feed-drunk to go ahead, taking himself in his hand he slowly guided himself into you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him push into you inch by inch, heard him groaning as he made contact with your warm, wet heat. The sting was a mix of pleasure and pain, but overall you felt relief – you had wanted this for so long.

After a few moments Bucky began to thrust, slowly at first as you adjusted to him but then becoming faster as he worked into a rhythm. He swallowed your whimpers with his kisses as he clasped your face in his hands, you clung to his shoulders like your life depended on it. His cool torso against your hot chest sent a shiver down your spine, but you welcomed it all. You felt dizzy with pleasure but hadn’t experienced any of the intensity Bucky had warned you of – so you wondered if he was exaggerating.

His quiet moans were music to your ears as he took you apart piece by piece, you felt strangely proud that you had elicited those from him – it made you feel powerful, desired. You pushed hard back into his kiss, desperately trying to convey how much you wanted this, how much you wanted to be here with him in this moment.

His hand left your cheek and made its way to your core, expertly finding your clit as his fingers working you over as you mewled and rutted against him. His eyes never left yours as he watched you with fascination, not wanting to miss a single facial expression or whimper as you came undone beneath him.

You felt your climax build…and build…your breathing becoming laboured as you closed your eyes and tiny beads of perspiration danced at the top of your forehead…almost there…just a little bit more…Bucky knew you were close and dutifully kept up the momentum…

And then…

An explosion.

And not solely the one you expected.

The second your climax hit you almost blacked out. Your orgasm thundered within you, each nerve ending suddenly alive as you rode each wave. And then bursts of memories of Bucky inside your head…meeting him, the first time he fed from you, the first time he kissed you. It was as if your time together flashed before your eyes. Colour suddenly seemed brighter, sound seemed sharper. You stared at him open mouthed as he held you tightly, feelings of warmth and admiration towards him soaring through you. He looked so beautiful, a strand of fallen hair framing his face. The lines of his broad torso against the darkness. The sparkle of his eyes. You felt you would do anything to protect him in that moment. The need for him was so overwhelming it almost made you feel nauseated. You dug your fingernails tight into his arms as if you were afraid he would let you go. It was dizzying, somehow both invigorating and draining all at once. You tried to speak but no words came out. The intensity of it all almost paralysing you.

Bucky must’ve realised what was happening as he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, soothing you, reassuring you. His own climax hit and he groaned as his hips stuttered against yours as you felt the warmth of his release seep within you. You clung to him with an iron grip as he nuzzled his face into your neck. The house was deathly quiet apart from the sounds of you both breathing. You held each other in silence for a moment, just sitting in the stillness, enjoying each second you were still entwined.

#Vampire bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #the blood pact fic #james bucky barnes #Vampire bucky au #Vampire bucky x you #Vampire bucky x reader

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Softey Jake Seresin

A/N: Got this little idea omw into work this morning and had to get it out. Not edited in any way so sorry if it sucks. It has been edited now!

Let’s be honest Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin is a country boy through and through. That man’s idea of the perfect date includes his truck and the stars.

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Dating Jake had never been easy, to the public he was a cocky, arrogant man, but you got to see the softer side of him that nobody else did. Nobody could believe that he was with someone who was more than shy and quiet, but he brought out the lively side of you others forgot that you had.

He could be sweet when he really wanted to be and more often than not he did all the planning for any dates you went on. Tonight he told you to dress comfortably, he was taking you on a surprise date, and that he would pick you up at 7:30 sharp.

You never could decide what to wear, he did say comfortable so you threw on your favorite pair of sweat shorts and one of Jake’s old Navy T-shirts that you had stolen from him last week. Making your way into the bathroom, you swiped on a small amount of mascara, despite Jake’s reputation as a womanizer, he didn’t like when you wore much makeup at all, he always said it took away from your natural beauty. After wrangling your hair into something half decent, your curls never did like to cooperate, you walked through a spritz of perfume and deemed yourself ready.

Looking at the clock, you realized it was only 7. You decided that a bit of teasing was in order and sent him a picture of you in the mirror, a sweet smile on your face.

Not a minute later your phone lit up with a notification, Be there in 5. With a laugh you made your way downstairs into the living room, throwing a few things in your purse in case you didn’t make it back to your house tonight. As you finished up, there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door you saw him dressed in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, “Hello beautiful, are you ready for your surprise?,” he asked with a smirk.

“Blow me away Lieutenant,” you said smiling back at him. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you out the door to his truck. After helping you in, he ran around to the drivers side, jumping up behind the wheel.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?” you ask.

“Out of town, its a surprise, I can't tell you too much,” he said as he turned the key and put the truck in drive. Merging back on to the road, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. His aviators shaded his eyes from the oncoming sunset as he drove you to the outskirts of town. You sat in a comfortable silence, his favorite country playlist playing softly over the stereo, taking in the moment and praying you hold onto it forever.

After driving for a while you pulled up to a cliffside, facing the ocean. He backed the truck up towards the edge and turned it off. He turned to look at you as you said, “Now I know you’re tired of me, but you didn’t have to take me out to the middle of nowhere to break it off.”

He laughed, “You’re stuck with me darlin’, there isn’t anyone else on this Earth who puts up with my bullshit like you do.”

“Wait here a moment while I set up,” he said before turning and climbing down from the truck.

You watched him from the cab as he dropped the tailgate and opened the hard top bed cover. In the back of his truck was, likely, every blanket and pillow the man owned. Before he could come around and help you, you jumped out of the truck and climbed up on the tire to see into the bed.

“I can’t believe you actually did this!” you squealed excitedly.

Jake gave you a huge grin, “Only for you baby.” He had seen you pinning pictures of truck aesthetics a few weeks ago and didn’t say anything. He knew you loved his country charms even when he left his muddy old boots laying around.

Lifting himself up into the bed, he grabbed your hand and pulled you up beside him. Propping up pillows, he pulled you to lay almost on top of him, snuggled up and facing the sunset.

“This is perfect,” you said, looking up at him.

He smiled down at you, “It is, isn’t it?”

You leaned up, stealing a quick kiss, before settling down closer to him than before.

You both laid there in silence watching the sun set and the moon rise above you. The stars shining like thousands of lightening bugs in the dark sky.

You heard his breathing start to even out, before looking over to see that he had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful laying next to you in the moonlight, resting your head more firmly on his chest you let your eyes drift closed slowly, a small smile on your face.

The only thought going through your head before dropping off to sleep was how much of a softey that Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin really was.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun #top gun maverick #jake seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman #hangman top gun #hangman x reader

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pepperonidk · 1 year

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Home for the Holidays || h.js

pairing: joshua hong x reader warnings: FLUFF, also this is a very christmas centered fic word count: 3.5k summary: oh no! it’s the holidays and you need a fake boyfriend! good thing resident hottie joshua hong is on the job!

a/n: happy november, mariah carey has officially defrosted so it is holiday szn! this is also my apology gift... life has been kicking my ass so i have not been able to upload anything lately for all my love :( (this is posted on my marvel account!)

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‘Twas the night before holiday break, when all through the apartment complex, not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse; luggage was packed, without so much a care, in hopes that they would all soon be out of there. All except one, who wished they could stay.

“I can’t believe you told your mom you had a boyfriend,” your roommate, Jeonghan, laughed. “Actually, I can’t believe your mom believes you have a boyfriend.”

You shot a look at him before tossing a pillow in his direction. “I’m just tired of her getting onto me about becoming a spinster,” you rolled your eyes as you recalled your mom’s pleading voice over the phone.

“So have you met anyone yet?”

You couldn’t see her but you just knew how her eyebrows were raised in interest. It had become almost a weekly question, and for a second, you considered just hanging up right then, but then an idea came.

“Actually, I have,” you lied. It was only September, and you weren’t going to see your parents until the holidays, and by then, you could come up with a fake break-up story with your imaginary boyfriend.

“Really?” you heard your mother squeal in excitement and you almost felt bad. Almost. “Tell me all about him, and make sure you bring him home for Christmas, I want to meet him!”

You couldn’t help but crack a sad smile as you fed your mom fake details about your fake relationship. “We met in class and started studying together and one thing led to another, and now we’re dating.” There. The bare minimum, but enough to keep her satisfied.

The impact of the pillow against your face snapped you out of your thoughts. “Weren’t you supposed to break up with your fake boyfriend before break?” Jeonghan questioned. “What happened to that?”

Plopping down beside him on the couch, you sighed and hugged the pillow to your face. Jeonghan pulled the pillow away and you gave him a dirty look. “You know my mom,” you began. “I just didn’t want to disappoint her. I thought I would be able to find another excuse as to why he couldn’t make it to Christmas, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer after he missed Thanksgiving.” You turned to give Jeonghan a pleading look. “What do I do?” you asked.

“Well, I still think you should tell her,” Jeonghan admitted, trailing off as he rest his chin against his fist. “Or, you could bring home a fake boyfriend.”

Immediately, you shot up and gave him a puzzled look. “What do you mean a fake boyfriend?”

“A blow up doll,” he rolled his eyes. “No, obviously you just get someone to pretend to be your boyfriend and then they pretend to break up with you, and you pretend to be sad, and then that’s it. Easy peasy.” Jeonghan shrugged his shoulders and stood up to pick up his phone from the kitchen counter as if what he suggested was the simplest, most obvious idea. You could hear him furiously typing into his keyboard as he walked away from you.

“Jeonghan, you’ve officially gone bonkers.” However, the longer you thought about it, the more desperate you became. “How would I even find anyone? Everyone’s packing to go home. And on top of that, who would even be willing to pretend to be my boyfriend? They’d have to be really stupid, or really bored to agree.”

“Sure, I’m in.”

“Excuse me?” you asked incredulously.

“I said I’m in,” he repeated with a shrug of his shoulders and an easy smile that made your stomach drop to your feet. How was he so chill with this?

A few minutes after Jeonghan suggested his idea, you heard a knock at your door. Jeonghan gave you a mischievous smirk as he opened the door and welcomed in the boy you’d been crushing on all semester. Joshua was best friends with your roommate, Jeonghan and his other best friend Seungcheol and although you had hung out with them a few times, you always found yourself getting nervous around him. He was never anything but kind to you, always making sure you were included in the conversation and taking time to fill you in on the inside jokes.

Of course, Jeonghan and Seungcheol knew about your crush and every so often would try to drop not-so-subtle hints to Joshua. One time, Jeonghan and Seungcheol told you and Joshua that the plan was to have dinner at 6:30 p.m. but didn’t show up until nearly 8. It was obvious that they were trying to set you up, but Joshua never made a move and you didn’t want to be presumptuous, but at least he never made it awkward either. You knew Jeonghan was currently reeling inside at how perfectly things were falling into place.

“But why?” You asked, still unable to process what Joshua was agreeing to.

“Oh does it matter?” Jeonghan asked with an eye roll. “You said you needed a boyfriend, and Joshua volunteered. It’s perfect!” He took Joshua’s hand and led him to the couch where you were sitting on and pushed him to sit beside you. He offered a sheepish smile and left enough distance between you two to be polite.

“Well,” Jeonghan began, turning to face you. “Seungcheol’s going over to Jeonghan’s over the holiday, and my parents are out of town, so I was just planning to stay on campus for the break.”

Jeonghan coughed and gave Joshua a look that you didn’t quite understand. Joshua stuttered before adding, “But Jeonghan mentioned that you needed a boyfriend -- a fake boyfriend -- and I couldn’t leave you in need.” Joshua looked down at his hands and then back up at you. There was an unmistakable twinkle in his deep brown eyes and for a second, you let yourself get lost in the idea of what it would be like to hold his hand in the December cold. Jeonghan rolled his eyes and filled the space on the couch between the two of you.

“You two are hopeless.” He sighed, but a small smile still played on his lips. “Anyway, I’ve got it all planned out.”

He turned to you first. “Since you never told your parents what your imaginary boyfriend’s name is, and every detail you’ve fed your mom is vague as hell, you can just fill in the blanks with Joshua.”

Standing up, she pointed at Joshua. “And you, your job is just to make the parents believe that you are absolutely head over heels for their kid.”

“Easy.” Joshua said instantly and you caught him glance in your direction with a proud smile before turning back to Jeonghan. You felt your cheeks heat up as you sank further back into the couch.

“The important thing is to keep your stories straight, and remember, the most believable lies are based on truth,” Jeonghan ended. He looked down at his watch. “Alright, Seungcheol’s waiting down in the lobby, and we need to go so we don’t miss our flight.” He pulled you and Joshua in for a hug before heading to the door where his luggage was waiting. “You two have a very happy holiday. See you in the new year!”

As Joshua shut the door behind Jeonghan, you found yourself feeling the butterflies that were hidden by the adrenaline from earlier. Joshua turned to face you and gave you a comforting smile. “Look,” he began. “I just wanna be the best fake date you’ve ever had,” he joked, trying to relieve some of the tension that was very deeply etched onto your face.

“Well, you are the only fake date I’ve ever had,” you nervously laughed. Joshua chuckled and you felt yourself grin. “Thanks, Joshua, for doing this. You really don’t have to.” You looked down at your fidgeting fingers as you felt his gaze fall on you.

“I know,” he said softly. “I wanted to.” The smile he gave you was enough to make your heart do flips.

The rest of the evening was spent planning. You put on the Charlie Brown Christmas special and ordered a pizza and began discussing every detail of your fairytale love story.

You tried to think like your parents, wanting to have an answer for every single question they could ask. When was Joshua’s birthday? What was your first date like? What’s your favorite pizza topping? Where did Joshua grow up? It was like you were studying for an exam, except the longer you talked, the more you found yourself getting lost in the stories he told of growing up in Los Angeles, of his and Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s teenage shenanigans, and it was all suddenly very easy.

Three movies and a box of pepperoni pizza later, the two of you had settled onto the couch, still trying to think of any other possible stories to tell before you quickly drifted off into a tired slumber. The last thing you remember was Joshua’s voice and his arm wrapping gently around you.

When you woke up it was to the sound of your phone ringing. You sat up to find yourself wrapped in a blanket with your head propped up on a pillow. You scanned around the living room as you recalled the events of last night and found no trace of the empty pizza box and paper plates or the mugs of hot chocolate you and Joshua went through last night. Warmth rose to your cheeks when you finally remembered that you fell asleep on him, and fell into a small panic when you realized it was him calling.

“Hello?” You answered with a yawn.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Joshua answered. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you sleep well?” he asked.

You smiled into the phone. “Yes, I did. Thank you for cleaning up, you didn’t have to --”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I didn’t mind.” Sweetheart. He called you sweetheart as if it was the most natural thing to do. “Sorry, we never discussed nicknames, but it just came out,” he quickly added. “I just picked up some coffee, and I’ll be there in 15 to help you pack or anything before we go.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit,” you hung up. You got yourself ready and answered the door for Joshua. He handed you your coffee, just the way you like it and you smiled as the scent hit your nose.

Once you had everything packed, Joshua grabbed your bag and the two of you made your way to his car and drove to your hometown. The drive was a few hours long, but Joshua had a solid playlist full of karaoke songs that you loved, and the drive felt like it was not long enough.

Once you arrived at your childhood street, Joshua parked the car and opened the door for you to let you out. You noticed your hands getting more and more jittery as you walked up the front steps. The wreath on your parents’ door filled you with a sense of nostalgia. Or maybe it was nervousness? Butterflies? Whatever it was, the feeling settled heavily in your stomach as you rang the bell. You looked up at Joshua, whose scarf was bundled tight around his neck, and his nose red from the cold, and he gave you an encouraging smile. “You ready?” he asked.

Before you could answer, the door swung open and you and Joshua were enveloped in a tight embrace as your mother squealed in joy. The holidays had begun, and there was no backing out now.

The first few days of the trip had gone by without a hitch, much to you and Joshua’s surprise. Your parents did their best to embarrass you with silly stories about your childhood, and while at first you were filled with dread, the lopsided smile he gave you after finding out you once dressed as a McDonald’s Happy Meal box for Halloween made it worth it. Your dad asked the hard questions, asking what Joshua’s plans for the future with you looked like and you found your hands fidgeting under the table before Joshua’s hand found yours with a squeeze and told your dad that he couldn’t see a future without you in it and you began to picture just what that future would look like.

Everything was easy with Joshua, in a way that it never was with anyone else. You’d wake up in the morning and head downstairs to find him already awake and laughing with your mom and dad with a coffee waiting for you. After dinner you knew you’d find him sitting by the fire with a book in his hands. As you walked around town you’d spot things in the windows, little tchotchkes that made you think of him. Josh was growing roots in your family home and it was as if he was always meant to be there, another picture in the family scrapbook, another stocking hung on the fireplace.

Sweetheart became more common. And soon, so did darling and honey. They began to bleed into the quiet moments when you were alone, where you weren’t supposed to be pretending anymore. The soft smiles, the way his hand reached for yours without a single glance, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you. All of a sudden it didn’t feel like you were playing pretend anymore and you wondered if he noticed it too.

It was when you realized how easy it was to be with him that you realized how hard it would be to let him go. The thought of an inevitable end to your not-so-fake-anymore relationship weighed upon you like a blanket of snow, cold enough to snap you out of your fantasy. You were sitting by the tree with Joshua the night of Christmas Eve, wrapping some last minute gifts for your family when you felt it.

The end was coming.

Joshua must have felt it too, or at least felt something was off, because he reached for your hand almost instinctively, as if he could feel how far away you were despite the way your legs bumped against his. You hesitated before slipping your hand in his and when you looked up, you met his eyes. Just over a week ago, his eyes were just brown. But now, you realized, there was a golden sunset hiding in the hues of his eyes, like the sun was setting behind his irises, and an ever-present warmth to go with it. In this moment, there was concern mixed into the golds and browns, and your stomach lurched in a desire to forget your realization, to relax back into the rhythm and rightness of pretend, but Joshua deserved more than a fake relationship and you owed it to him to let him go so he could find it.

“Sweetheart,” he began. “What’s wrong?” The plea in his voice made it obvious that he suspected what was wrong. He was only asking to give you a chance to tell him that his suspicions were wrong. A last chance to abort and keep the charade going.

Pulling your hand out of his was the hardest thing you’ve had to do, and the instant chill on your skin where his calloused hand was touching was impossible to ignore. “This,” you muttered, unable to meet his eyes. “Joshua, we can’t keep pretending like this… not when I have real feelings for you.” You finally looked up at him and kept going. You wouldn’t be able to finish if he interrupted, and you needed to be heard. “I can’t tie you down to a fake relationship, when you deserve to be with someone you actually are in love with. You’re an amazing friend for even agreeing to do this, but I don’t want to force you to be part of a mess that I put myself into.” You stood up, and finally added, “You can go home tonight. I’ll tell my parents the truth in the morning. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Hold on, I--” you interrupted him with a final, lingering kiss, hoping that the memory of it would be enough for you. You felt the hesitation in his fingers as he reached up to cup your face, an attempt to keep you where you were, to keep you with him, before you pulled away.

Without looking back, you turned around and walked up the stairs, trying to convince the tremble in your fingers and the pounding in your heart that you made the right choice.

The next morning you woke up and for a few seconds, you laid in peace until the regrets of last night flooded over you. You dragged yourself up off your bed, trying to cheer yourself up by remembering that it was Christmas. Part of you hoped that you would see him downstairs, talking to your mom about her favorite cookie recipe, but when you walked into the kitchen and found your mom by herself, you knew he was really gone.

“Hey honey,” your mom exclaimed, wrapping you in a tight hug that suggested she knew something was wrong. “Merry Christmas” she said into your hair. After a moment, she finally let go and the tears that were threatening to spill over finally gave way and your mom reached out to brush them away. She pulled you back into her arms, and once you managed to steady your breathing, the two of you sat down.

“I heard you and Joshua talking last night,” she admitted. You let out a strangled sob and your mom reached out to rub your back. “Honey, you could have just told me the truth. I love you, and you don’t need a relationship to validate that.” She gave you a small smile. “But when I saw the way you looked at each other, well I have to admit, it was nice to know someone would be there to keep loving you even when I’m not there.”

You set your head down against the table. “Well too bad Joshua was only pretending to love me,” you sighed. “He deserves to love someone for real. I couldn’t hold him back from that. It was unfair.”

“Pretending?” She asked incredulously. “Sweetie, listen to me. That sweet boy was head over heels for you, and anyone could see it. The way he looked at you everytime you laughed, and every time he walked in a room and he always looked for you first, no one could fake being in love the way he clearly is with you.”

Finally lifting your head up, you wiped your tears with your sleeve. Maybe those moments you thought you were imagining were really there. Maybe he wasn’t pretending. Maybe you were an idiot for walking away from him last night. You stood up, ready to find him and apologize.

Feeling a rush of frenzy and determination, you ran upstairs to grab your keys and your coat, ready to ask your mom to drive you back to school so you can find him. Your heart was pounding in your ears and as you turned the knob to open your front door, you found yourself staring into a pair of warm brown eyes.

“Joshua?” your voice came out in a whisper. His hand was frozen mid-air, about to press the doorbell.

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sorry, were you heading out?” he asked.

You snapped yourself out of the trance you were lost in. “Uh Y-yeah, I was on my way to see you, actually,” you admitted. You stepped out of the doorway to let him in and you both stood in the kitchen. He set the bag he was holding on the counter and he opened the box.

“Donut? The only donut shop open was like 30 minutes away,” he offered, smiling as if you didn’t just try to break his heart last night. He handed you one, a chocolate with sprinkles, your favorite, before pulling out one for himself and taking a bite. He motioned for you to sit with him and you followed. “Listen, I--”

“Joshua, I’m --” you both started at the same time. “You go first,” you allowed, letting a soft chuckle escape your lips.

He nodded before continuing. “I know last night, you asked me to leave, but I couldn’t. At least not without telling you how I feel. You told me that you had real feelings for me, and I do too. In fact, I’ve had real feelings for you. Long before these last two weeks. When Jeonghan texted me that night, I knew I finally had the perfect opportunity to tell you how I felt, but when we got here, everything just felt so… so real, and I let myself forget that it wasn’t. No matter how much I wanted it to be.”

You set down your donut, suddenly feeling that hunger was the least important thing you were feeling at this moment. Not wanting to interrupt, you simply nodded as he continued.

“I should’ve told you a long time ago, that I really, really, really, like you. None of this has been pretend for me.” He looked into your eyes, pleading, as he tentatively reached for your hand. “I want to do this the right way, no games, no schemes, just you and me. The real thing.”

The warmth in his eyes filled you with hope and peace, and the depth that disappeared behind his eyelids were the last thing you noticed before you felt your lips fall onto his. His hand reached up and you felt the pad of his thumb brush against your cheek. Gently, as though any more pressure and you would crumble like snow in his hands. When you could no longer fight the need to breathe, you pulled away with a sigh, Joshua’s lips chasing after yours.

“Merry Christmas,” you breathed out against him.

“Merry Christmas.”

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liminalmemories21 · 4 months

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Hi Lim! Here's a little dialogue prompt for you:

"Quick! Under here!"

There’s a pillow fort in the middle of the living room that definitely wasn’t there when he left for work this morning. He walks around it admiring its structural integrity, and wonders vaguely if there are any blankets or sheets left in the house to sleep on tonight.

There’s a telltale loud whisper from the staircase that quickly gets shushed and he pretends he hadn’t heard it, continuing to examine the pillow fort, looking for the entrance. There’s a circle of books around the outer edge that he’s pretty sure is supposed to be a moat, and this is officially the most elaborate pillow fort he's ever seen, and Andrew is going to throw an epic fit when they have to dismantle it.

He doesn't blame Jonah. They’d woken him up at 7 am this morning and dumped Andrew on him when his camp had called to say that a sewer main had broken overnight and the camp was currently a hazmat site. He’s intensely grateful Andrew's camp is outside the 126 jurisdiction or TK would probably have been there dealing with it.

Still Jonah was on spring break and it had poured all day, and in his experience anything you need to do to get through a rainy day with an 8 year old without tearing your hair out is acceptable. He’d expected to come home to find they'd watched Disney and eaten popcorn and candy all day, a kind of historically accurate pillow fort taking over the living room is actually pretty incredible.

There’s another loud whisper that indicates he’s not doing what he’s supposed to be doing, namely setting himself up to be ambushed on his way up the stairs. He grins and loudly looks around the living room, proclaiming, “Guess there’s nobody home, I’ll just have to go upstairs all by myself “

There’s a giggle and a snort from the top of the staircase and he grins, slowly, deliberately making his way up the stairs. He gets tackled as soon as he hits the landing and goes down into a pile of pillows - thank you Jonah - under the flying weight of a determined 8 year old. He lets out an oof at the elbow to his spleen and disentangles himself from his bag and turns the tables, tickling Andrew until he eels out of the clutches of Carlos's fingers running down the hall squealing with hilarity. He hoists himself up and gives chase. Halfway down the hall Jonah sticks an arm out to pull Andrew into the guest room. "Quick! Under here!"

Jonah’s leaning innocently in the doorway by the time Carlos gets there. He smirks. "Hey Carlos, good day?"

He grins at Jonah. "I was looking for an outlaw who waylaid me on my way home. You haven’t seen him have you?"

There’s a loud giggle from under the bed behind Jonah. Jonah shakes his head sadly, "Sorry don't know who you're talking about. Maybe you should check in one of the other rooms?"

Carlos raises an eyebrow, and wonders what other ambushes have been set up for him. Jonah shrugs and inclines his head meaningfully in the direction of the master bedroom.

He steps into his and TK's bedroom a little cautiously, not seeing any immediate changes, and then whirls when the door slams closed behind him, and he hears the sound of two bodies sliding down to hold it closed. He hears the garage opening, which means TK's home, and he goes ahead and changes while he waits for whatever the next act of this play is going to be.

He doesn't have to wait long. There's a low exclamation as TK discovers the living room blanket fort, and then a louder one when he gets to the landing with the pile of pillows and Carlos's abandoned bag, and then he can hear TK clearly through the door.

"We're holding Dad hostage," Andrew tells him.

He can picture the look on TK's face. "Congratulations on trapping the wily Dad beast."

There's a pause and then Jonah prompting, "Maybe ask your Pops if he wants to ransom your Dad."

Carlos grins helplessly, and TK obediently says. "Is there anything you'd be willing to take in ransom for Dad?"

"PIzza!" Andrew says gleefully. "And ice cream sundaes."

TK hmms. "On a weekday? I don't know, that seems like an awfully steep price for one Dad."

He bangs on the door. "Hey! I can hear you, you know."

TK and Jonah both snort. Andrew sounds contemplative. "We could get broccoli on the pizza, that's like having a salad."

He hears TK's cough of laughter, and leans against the wall to see what TK's counter offer will be. "How about we let Jonah pick the pizza, but you have to eat your salad before you can have the pizza."

"And sundaes," Jonah bargains.

"Yes, sundaes," he calls from behind the door, and hears TK's contemplative hmm, and bangs on the door again. "I'm not worth a little fudge sauce?"

"I don't remember that in the wedding vows," TK says, but he's laughing. And then Carlos hears Andrew getting picked up, and his laughter as TK swings him around. "Yes, and ice cream sundaes."

Jonah stands to let him out, shaking his head. "Your husband drives a tough bargain, wasn't sure he was gonna cave on the sundaes."

He leans in, "I'll let you in on a secret." Jonah tilts his head. "TK will always cave on sundaes."

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 11

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

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a/n: the reactions to this fic make my heart SO happy! Thank you to everyone for reading! We have at least 9 more chapters to go, (at least!) and I look forward to sharing it with y’all!

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January

To say that Winnifred Barnes was excited to hear the news that you and Bucky were dating was an understatement. The woman was ecstatic. Bucky swore she was going to take an ad out in the newspaper with how excited she was. Even though you and Bucky assured her that it was still fairly new and that the two of you were interested to see where it would lead. Winnie just brushed the two of you off as she pulled you into a tight hug, kissing you both on the cheek and leaving her signature red lipstick stain in its place. She had even told Avery that she could call her Nana and not Mrs. Winnie if she wanted, that seemed to bring tears to both your eyes. Of course Avery had started calling Winnie ‘Nana’ that very second.

You and Bucky didn’t have to necessarily hide on your dates anymore, especially not from your family and friends, but you wanted to keep it away from the press for just a little longer. Tony had a gala he was hosting for all of Stark Industries’ investors and partners coming up in February and he had invited you and Bucky. That’s where you planned to officially tell the world about the two of you. You both knew it would be a high-coverage event and it would allow you to be more in control of the story. It also gave the two of you a little more private time to just bask in that new relationship glow.

Avery and Becca LOVED that the two of you were dating. They’d graduated from calling the two of you Mr. Bucky and Ms. Y/N, to just Bucky and Y/N, obviously Bucky was still Mr. Barnes while Avery was in his class. What excited the girls most was the number of sleepovers they got to have. When the two of you were sneaking around you each hosted a sleepover or two that led to more than a few longing gazes as the other came to pick up their daughter but now all of you got to have a sleepover. The first time that Becca and Avery found out that Bucky would be staying at your place too? The squeals erupted as they told him he could play horsey with them, and they’d have a tea party, and he could be the King and you could be the Queen. That night after the girls had gone to bed, the two of you laid awake for hours. Occasionally making out, never going so far as to actually have sex, you weren’t quite ready to risk that with two nosey girls just down the hall, but the pillow talk led to some interesting reveals.

For example, you told Bucky that your favorite color was blue like his eyes, he’d blushed at that. He told you his was green, like the color of the sweater you wore at Avery’s birthday dinner, you blushed at that. You revealed your birthdays to each other, after realizing you hadn’t talked about it before, and Bucky was pleasantly surprised to find out yours would be easy to remember. August 3rd was a special day after all, seeing as it was Becca’s birthday too. You both knew the six year old would get a kick out of that when she found out. You shamed him for not telling you that his birthday was in just a couple months and told him that the two of you would definitely celebrate it, a wicked wink, a promise of another raunchy night to come, thrown in his direction.

It wasn’t until the girls went back to school after winter break that some drama made its way back into your lives. You received a call one day from Bucky that Avery had been involved in a tussle alongside Becca and that you’d have to come in for a parent-teacher conference with the other parent. It was also your first time learning about the incident with Ethan back on the first day of school, Becca, Avery and Bucky stuck to a strict “snitches get stitches code” apparently. When you finally huffed your way into Bucky’s class at the end of the day he could tell that you’d had a long day at work and that you were hoping he’d been joking about the conference. Bucky frowned at the look on your face, he’d have to help you get rid of it later, especially since he wasn’t truly upset with Becca or Avery.

Your eyes caught on Avery and Becca sitting close to each other, Steve sitting at the head of the circle, and Ethan and his mother, the woman who’d put on the fake breathy voice that first day of school.

“You’re late, Ms. L/N,” the woman snapped, shaking her head to get her hair out of her eyes. Alyssa looked quickly at Bucky, almost as if she was waiting for his praise at her quick mouth, but his frown only deepened as it slowly turned into a scowl. A twin look appeared on your face almost immediately and that’s when Bucky saw it. The same look he received after your first night together, the same look Dot got when she tried talking to you all those months ago, and the same look he knew you gave annoying businessman as they groveled at your feet for help. Bucky couldn’t lie, while he never wanted to be on the receiving end of that glare ever again it turned him on beyond belief.

“You run a Fortune 500 company every day and you’d be, let’s see here,” you looked at your watch hastily, “a minute late too, Ms… I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name,” you retorted before having a seat in the open spot next to Avery and Steve, not even bothering to pay attention to Ethan’s mom giving you a truly wicked look and trying to give you her name.

“Thank you for joining us, Ms. L/N, I know how hard it can be with your work schedule ramping up and we really appreciate you making it,” Bucky said, laying it on extra thick to make sure you could pick up on the slight sarcasm and silent wish that he’d make it alllll up to you. You nodded your head and crossed your leg as you looked at Steve to start. Steve began by telling you what he had been told of the situation and he then gave each of the kids the chance to talk about what had happened.

Becca took the reigns for most of the girls’ side and she told everyone that she and Avery had been playing on the playground at recess when Ethan had come up and started picking on Avery, specifically how small she was, and it ended in Ethan pushing Avery, where she lost her balance and landed on the ground hard, scraping up her legs in the process. And of course Becca wasn’t going to let that slide. So in true Barnes fashion, Becca had shouted, “why don’t you pick on somebody your own size, Ethan and leave us alone!” Ethan took that to mean he should pick on Becca and he went to push her down by the six year old moved quicker. She stomped on his foot, yet again, and pushed him down instead. Before Becca had even finished her story Ethan’s mom was practically in hysterics about how Avery started it and how she should be punished and that Becca should be grounded for her actions.

If there was one thing Bucky Barnes hated, besides a bully, it was someone trying to tell him how to parent his child. But Bucky let Ethan tell his side of the story, and for a first grader with some obvious issues against those smaller than him, he more or less corroborated Becca and Avery’s stories. But you and Bucky didn’t react the same way Alyssa had. Instead, you remained quiet as Bucky reacted. “Alyssa, one thing you are not going to do, is tell me how to parent or discipline my child. I have always taught Becca to stand up against a bully, and in my eyes that’s exactly what she did. This isn’t the first time Ethan has attempted to hurt Avery, either emotionally or physically, and I will not see it happen again.”

The tone in his voice must have done something to Alyssa because she straightened her back and pushed her arms tight together, as if she were trying to make her cleavage more noticeable. You almost snorted at the action, and covered it with a cough and a cover of your hand over your mouth. Bucky’s eyebrows raised at your reaction, before Alyssa was talking to him.

“James, I didn’t mean to suggest that you couldn’t parent Becca, I just think…if she had more of a…woman’s presence around, she’d be less likely to react in such a way. And I am more than willing to help,” there went that fake breathy voice and the use of his first name again, this time coupled with a low blow. Bucky’s teeth clenched and he swore he saw your eyes alight with…was that jealousy? Along with the tightening of your jaw and the crossing of your arms. So Bucky assessed the situation, and did what any sane man would do.

“You are way out of line, Ms. Williams. I think, no I know that I have done a perfectly fine job raising Becca, and she’s definitely not wanting for ‘a woman’s presence’ as you so delicately put. Baby, what do you think?” Bucky directed the last question to you, purposely outing your relationship to this woman who’d been openly flirting with him moments before. When he met your eyes he didn’t see the anger anymore, only amusement, and he knew he’d said the right thing.

You uncrossed your arms and nodded at Bucky, an amused smirk before adding, “Oh I agree completely, sweetheart. Becca stood up for Avery and I will be forever grateful for their friendship. And she is definitely not lacking in the ‘woman’s presence’ department. Teach your son not to be a bully, Ms. Williams. Or maybe you need some lessons in that yourself?” You spat in her direction before looking at Steve as if to say ‘are we done?’ You missed the look of disbelief on Alyssa’s face at the reveal of your relationship. Steve knew better than to get on your bad side and so he told Alyssa that Ethan would receive a week of indoor time instead of recess for his actions, and that Becca would receive a day for her reaction. Ethan whined about his punishment but the girls new better than to be vocal about it to their parents, knowing that Becca had gotten off easy. You nodded your head and went to speak quietly with the girls. Bucky couldn’t hear what you were saying but Alyssa just glowered in your direction before turning her attention to Bucky. He could tell she was ready to lay into him but as her mouth opened you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arm around his waist to pull him close to you.

“I trust if you need those manners lessons you’ll let me know, right Ms. Williams?” You questioned with a sickeningly sweet tone as you cut your eyes in her direction, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You smirked and motioned for the girls to come to you, your signal that it was time to go, and the girls immediately flocked to your legs before saying a goodbye to Steve and leaving Alyssa and Ethan speechless in his office.

When the four of you were out of view and earshot you leaned down to give the girls a big hug, before looking at Becca and thanking her for sticking up for Avery. Becca puffed her little chest out and responded, “it’s what we do for our friends.”

It really is like looking in a mirror…or maybe a time machine, Bucky thought himself before you were laughing at her confidence and wrestling the six year old into a huge hug. “That’s my girl,” you gushed after mussing up Becca’s hair, the six year old letting out a squeal as you peppered kisses over her face.

Bucky didn’t even have time to hear Avery’s protests about how she wanted kisses and hugs because he was still stuck on that one sentence. Those three words falling from your lips. “That’s my girl,” repeated in Bucky’s head a million times over. It felt like his whole world had frozen as the sentence kept echoing as Bucky focused on you and your affection and attention towards Becca. It was the same affection and attention you gave Avery, and the same affection and attention you gave him behind closed doors. And suddenly, a train of thought was entering Bucky’s head at breakneck speeds, the platform approaching closer and closer until his mind supplied him with, “I am so in love with this woman.” The realization halting Bucky’s movement even further.

You and the girls started walking away from him, almost in slow motion, and it wasn’t until you noticed that Bucky wasn’t following you that you turned around and looked at him, one eyebrow raised questioningly as you asked him, “babe, you coming? We’re gonna take the girls to Ellie’s for sticking up for each other, my treat.”

A little lopsided grin accompanied the nod of his head. Oh yeah, Bucky Barnes was definitely in love.

February

The Stark gala made Bucky nervous. While he knew that he loved you, he hadn’t told you yet. But here you were, announcing your relationship for the world to see. All your friends knew, partially because they’d been there the night everything had started, and your families of course. But the rest of the world? Bucky wasn’t so sure it was something he was ready for but you had assured him this was the best way to get in front of the story and keep it in check. As Bucky sat in the backseat of your car on the way to the gala venue, he couldn’t help but fiddle with his bowtie and take deep breaths. You rubbed your hand in soothing circles on his thigh, your touch calming him down slightly.

“You’re gonna be great, sweetheart. It’ll all be fine,” you whispered as you attempted to soothe his anxiety. Bucky was about to answer when the car pulled to a stop and your driver Stan called out, “alright lovebirds, we’re here! Knock ‘em dead!”

You took one last look at Bucky, making sure he was good to go, and with a nod of affirmation, the two of you exited the vehicle to the blinding strobe lights of camera flashes. As the two of you made your way to the venue’s entrance you were bombarded by questions asking who you were wearing, what company your next big investment was going to be with, and who you had on your arm. You answered all the questions with ease and when you go to the one about Bucky you smoothly slid you arm around his waist and announced that he was your partner. That led to more flashes and to the crowd getting louder as they asked how long the two of you had been together and other questions about your relationship. You briefly answered the questions with very little details, only giving them the need to know answers, and the two of you were quickly ushered inside.

The gala went by smoothly. You and Bucky had a few drinks and a few dances and occasionally the two of you entertained others. Sam and Tony both took you for a spin around the dance floor at one point and Bucky was seen dancing with Wanda and Pepper as well. At the bar Sam and Tony had practically threatened Bucky that if he hurt you or ever break your heart he’d have to answer to them, something in Bucky’s gut told him to take that threat seriously. After only being at the gala for two hours you were itching to leave. Bucky didn’t know what had gotten into you, you had been looking forward to the gala since Tony announced it just after Christmas. But sure enough, by 9:00 you were saying your goodbyes and making your way through the venue to your car, towing Bucky along by the hand.

As you waited for Stan, Bucky saw you shiver, you’d made the decision to not wear a jacket with your dress tonight because “it would throw off the whole vibe, James,” but Bucky could tell you were cold and so he took off his tuxedo jacket and wrapped it over your shoulders. You offered your thanks by standing on your toes and pressing a warm kiss to his lips, the couple of remaining paparazzi caught it if the flashing lights and clicks of their cameras said anything. When Stan pulled up with the car Bucky was opening the door and ushering you inside the warmth of the vehicle. As the two of you headed to his place, where Winnie was babysitting the girls, you leaned your head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne and snuggling into his warmth.

Your perfume invaded Bucky’s senses and it made him want to kiss you senseless but he held back for Stan’s sake. He took your hand in his, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb, before asking, “what made you want to get out of the gala so fast tonight, honey? You’d been looking forward to it for months.”

You turned your head to look at Bucky before the smallest tinge of embarrassment crossed your face. You shrugged your shoulders and replied, “I guess I just missed our girls is all, figured if we got out early we’d be home to them before bedtime.”

There was that possessive again. “Our girls.” Bucky’s heart froze again at the words as a shy smile crossed your lips and a lopsided dorky grin took over his. He knew then. He knew he was absolutely in love with Y/N M/N L/N, and he’d do everything in his power to prove when the time was right.

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Penguin Walk

Synopsis: One where Harry's got two more girls obsessing over him. Plot twist is: he loves it!

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Harry had just gotten home from tour.

Two months away from his girls was dreading for him. Little Tara and Roza came into his and his girlfriend's life unexpectedly but has he been obsessed with his girls. They were both just a week after his birthday.

He had to postpone his tour for a year announcing the actual reason behind him wanting to take a break, to be there for his family. His fans were very respective of his decision and it felt even more rewarding to go perform again.

Though he never thought he'd say it but he was very grateful to off tour not to just write new music but to be there with his family. He'd already missed his babies taking their first steps but YN made sure to take videos for him. They take that from their mother, who according to grandma started walking when she was their age. Harry was a late bloomer as a baby. The twins are about eleven months old now.

Today as he walked through the door with all his luggage, all tired and run down, he was met by two girls making their way to him doing their penguin walk he's been obsessed with. Each of them clung to his legs squealing and giggling.

"Papa! Papa!" They both chanted raising their chubby arms up so he can pick them up. He'd managed to pick up both of them in his arms and give them a big cuddle.

"Papa missed you two so much!" He gave each of them kisses.

Both the girls were identical but Tara wasn't a big fan of him but her mum's, she still loves him. Not as much as her mum though. Little Roza never likes to leave him alone.

They've grown so much since he's last seen them two months ago. They're chunkier (even though they both were the smallest and most delicate creatures when they were just born), their hair is longer and fuller and a little darker blonde. Their cheeks has red pillow marks from probably just taking a greatest afternoon nap, their faces puffy from good sleep.

"Where is Mumma?" He asked and Tara pointed to the kitchen. "Hello my darling!"

"Hi!" YN exclaimed seeing him.

Harry placed the twins down carefully on the floor to greet the mother of his children with a hug. "I missed you as well!"

"Oh how lucky I am!" She sighed hugging him back, "I missed you."

"I know, I'm never leaving any of you alone." He squeezed her tightly, "what are you making?"

"Your favourite." She pulled her head away from his chest to look at the food cooking up on the stove.

YN had just gotten off work before she started on dinner. She works from home so it was easier on her to look after the girls as well. They never troubled her, usually they're playing in harmony. Until someone wants the same toy the other one is playing with and end up in hair pulling fights and cries and screams. But mostly they were good for her.

"Thank you so much, baby." He placed a long awaited kiss on her mouth. "Were the girls nice to you?"

"Mhmm. Coco here was a big pain in the bum." YN looked at the cat roaming around like she owns the place. She shot her mother a judging look.

Harry just chuckled, "I'll go take a quick shower and come down to help you, yeah?" He suggested pressing a kiss to back on YN's head.

"Mhmm." YN nodded.

Well, least to say Harry got distracted after his shower having a good play time with his little girls. One moment they were having play time at the play area, the girls making him pretend food in their little kitchen set and the other moment they were chasing each other.

"I'm gonna get you!" He cooed walking behind Tara and Roza doing thier little penguin run, until Roza fell straight on her bum and started laughing her heart out.

"Gotcha!" He exclaimed getting on his knees to attack Roza with gentle tickles. "Oh, no!" He pretend screamed watching Tara come to her twin's rescue, giving him sloppy wet kisses all over his face.

Now Harry was being attacked by two babies and also a cat lying on the floor. All his tiredness seem to disappear.

"Help! No!" He squealed. "YN help!"

"Don't drag me into it." YN laughed filming her husband, on the carpet.

The girls gasped when their dad picked them up and plopped them on the sofa with a tickle attack. The calmness was long gone as the house was filled with giggles and squeals and screams. He finally stopped, so they can breathe watching them belly laugh.

Harry was very happy to be back with his girls. Just in time for the holidays.

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