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cowgirlcherrie · 9 months

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𓏲 APPLE OF MY EYE ᵎᵎ secret admirer! abby anderson

synopsis: love is a free spirit; crushing is even harder. It all started with a special delivery of anonymous treats at your door. While you were yearning that it would be your best friend sending them to you.

song(s): apple cider by beabadoobee

*LYRICS ARE BOLDED

content: takes place in game universe. follows the events leading up to seattle day 1. violence. death. repetitive mentions of apples; eating them, imagery etc. mutual pinning. implied character death by end. blood. right person, wrong time. missed connection. kinda implied fem! reader. Joel death mention. death foreshadowing. intuitive knowledge of death. Closely follows the song.

WE BOTH LIKE APPLE CIDER

Crush and Crunch.

Crunching with your crush.

It all sounded the same to you, the cracking of your vocal cords at the back of your throat pushing at enunciating every syllable in crush sounding like crunch; which were your teeth poking into an apple every Tuesday. Shiny Granny Smiths, on Tuesdays, Honeycrisps on Wednesdays, and Fuji on Fridays.

You weren’t sure when the kitchen started getting apple deliveries; perhaps the never-ending garden of trees grown them with the perfect analytics to make sure they weren’t poisonous or synthetic apples but you weren’t complaining. The first time you tried an apple sounded ridiculous to say. Your first ever. You took the finely cut slice; detached from its core to your mouth, groaning in satisfaction as the flavors mixed together in your mouth like a rollercoaster. Juicy and bitter with a tinge of sweetness. Just how you liked it.

Abby said they were even better with cinnamon. Rambling on about how sugar and spice equate to everything nice and the best finger-licking of your dreams. On apple days, during breakfast you found yourself sitting at a secluded table with Abby in front of you slicing the apples so they were easier to consume. Shared amongst the two of you as your hands reached for the same slices; Abby pulled her hand away to let you have the last.

BUT YOUR HAIR BE SMELLING LIKE FRUIT PUNCH

You enjoyed these bittersweet moments; like the apples of course. The sun beamed on Abby’s face in marigold and marmalade, as her blonde locks blew in the air slightly disheveled from when she went on patrol that day. Her fresh scent of pine, and fruit blend from her hair which was refreshing and comforting you. She took a final bite before flipping the knife down to take it back to the utensil bin for washing. Where then the two of you would part ways. It was never awkward. Eating apples in silence; you mean — because Abby had a schedule more vigorous and deathly than yours and you had other businesses to attend to. But she never would miss out on an Apple time with you.

AND I DON’T EVEN LIKE YOU THAT MUCH

You’ve grown suspicious in recent meters. You weren’t one to talk about love either but it somehow found some way to bite back at you like the juices of the apple splattering on your lips when you would eat them.

WAIT, I DO, FUCK.

It started with suspicious packages revealing themselves outside of your door, wrapped in a delicate ribbon, with a brown paper box tied off with the most absurd cursive handwriting that you could hardly read. But somehow making out, the delicate notion of

An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Xoxo, eyes from afar.

CALL ME, AT MIDNIGHT.

So as anyone else would, at midnight, you stomped your way to Abby’s door pounding your fist into the wood until she slammed it open looking at you in bewilderment. Toothbrush in between her lips scratching her teeth; scrubbing away at any build-up as she watched you. Notioning with her hands for you to speak. She looked carefree, laidback her hair was down and she looked as though she freshly showered.

“Thanks for the gift” you smirk, holding up the box with randomized love and self-care books with an intact nail polish set that was on top. It was a variety pack, swishes of different shades of pink and white, and even nudes to go for a clear coat; like a puff of cotton candy.

You were flattered, naturally, it was a sweet gift like a candy cane in the sweet summer breeze you wanted to just rip it out of the packaging and have a go. You also never had someone be so considerate of you. Thinking to bring you back something so pure and valuable that surely wouldn’t collect dust but you would bring out every month. You would make sure it wasn’t forgotten.

Abby furrowed her eyebrows, holding up her pointer finger motioning – one minute, running to the sink and spitting out the toothpaste rinsing her mouth off.

“I didn’t give you that.” Abby specified, taking a washcloth to wipe at her hands and around her mouth as she let you inside.

“C’mon Abs, even if you did that’s—”

“I didn’t give that to you.” Abby’s voice was more serious this time, stern and strict with some urgency. Not that she was being rude about it, but she was trying to get you off her case. After a long day of patrolling where she did find goodies you would like along with some ribbons from a craft store along the way, Abby got to work making you a sweet delivery. After all, you deserved it.

“But who else would know I like apples besides you!”

“Manny, Mel, Nora, Ow–”

“Okay I didn’t ask for names.” You hushed, fiddling with the box in your hand as you looked at the treats inside. Biting at your lips, it was like being given a hug but the person who gave it to you disappeared before you can offer one better, or even fully wrap your arms around them to give one back.

“This was really sweet I just wish I could give something back.” You mumbled, tilting your head down to look at the books yearningly. Amidst the violence, the blood, and the chaos, you still loved and that was what pushed you forward. That was what erupted a fire in you; triggering your passion and jumpstarting your heart like cables to a car.

“I think you shouldn’t worry about it,” Abby suggested, not looking at you but folding her laundry to put away for safekeeping.

“What?”

“What.” Abby shot back, acting as if she didn’t say anything prior, but you heard her well. Your friend, heart, and soul were being shifty with you; acting as if she didn’t care about your treats or that you were being admired from afar by someone with a sweet gentle heart.

“Nevermind I’m being silly” You confessed, taking your words back and turning on your heels to leave her room.

Abby wasn’t going to let you leave. Lips parted as she watched your feet get closer and closer to the exit of the door.

LETS GIVE, THIS, THING A TRY.

“Show me.”

You stopped walking, turning around slowly on your heels. Part of you wished it was Abby, though she would never really know. You watched the way she looked at Owen with appreciation but also disgust. How her love turned to hatred and pain. Abby wasn’t focused on you, you would think.

Abby wasn’t focused on you.

“What?”

“I said show me,” Abby confessed, her voice as clear as day, “C’mere…” Abby patted the side of her bed where she sat comfortably.

“G‘head tell me about it. I wanna see it too” Abby gave a smile. Truth is, behind her push n’ pull — rigid love and aggression she still hoped for you. Amidst her passive-aggressiveness, she was giving the love she felt as though she would never feel again. The permanent hole in her heart that you kept on refiling and you didn’t even know.

She didn’t want you to slip through the cracks of her fingers just yet. Hiding behind a mask, cowardly shying herself away from you. Owen wasn’t on her mind but having you think that especially as she set off on a spree for the man who killed Jerry, would fix that. You were a liability, she wouldn’t let you go.

You made your way down the steps, to her bed tucked in the corner nook, sitting down as you opened the package. With that you started rambling, tossing the paper apart like a kid on Christmas, showing Abby the hardcover copies with a dopey smiley on your face. Abby couldn’t contain her own smile either. Watching as you went through each nail polish shade.

“Can I try these on you?” You held up a baby pink, it was in a ballet slipper shade, which would make a good neutral against her bright skin.

Abby wasn’t going to resist, shrugging up her shoulders against her black long-sleeve shirt, pushing the shirt up on her arms, “Sure”

So you proceeded further with painting her nails that evening, toxic paint brushing on her fingers like a canvas — while the two of you whisked away in laughter. It was like a red string wrapped around the two of your fingers, webbing you together and pulling you closer and closer until there was no gaps or lack of air.

It was pure and for the moment you really valued it. What you didn’t know you had until it was gone. You wished you could have hugged her a little bit longer, and learned more about her besides what she was showing you at a service level. You wanted to know Abigail, not Abby. Before it was snatched away from you with the snap of the fingers. Get the gunpowder dust off the sea salt it was time for war.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

YOU SAID YOU LIKED MY HAIR, SO GO AHEAD AND TOUCH IT.

I like your hair today, and your necklace xoxo, eyes from afar

Maybe it was the validation or the comments but you loved receiving the little notes wrapped in different color ribbons. Maybe you were looking forward to catching your second set of eyes. Lingering outside your door to see if they would show but it was always as if they knew your schedule. Catering to the perfect moments that you were gone to slip the delight at your door.

The note of this week – bringing joyous to your being made you wear the delicate jewelry even more. At first, when you wore it, it was just a careless decision that you did for fun. Spontaneous and last minute as you untangled it in between your fingertips pulling out the birthstone necklace that was gifted to you from no other than Abby herself; weeks before the arrival of your secret admirer. But the moment you remembered, clasping it on around your neck was the moment you truly valued it even more. You were certainly never going to take it off.

YOU SAID YOU LIKED THE JUMPER I WORE, SO I ALWAYS WORE IT.

But your bright radiating aura, evidently in hues of pink and purple; signs of love and wisdom was shortly dimmed by the chatter during your afternoon meal. You were set to follow Jordan to the Serevena, patrolling being the last thing you wanted to do of the evening. Endless pit in your stomach nothing felt right. The snap before everything fell apart.

Out for blood, out for vengeance was Abigail Anderson who returned with blood on her hands. Murderer!Murderer! Red-handed girl with fury in her eyes and a golf club sharp at the end splattering everything into two.

Wrecking havoc; causing destruction.

That was all you heard from Jordan as you chewed through the same-old burrito that evening. That was enough to make your eardrums bleed. You could feel your heart in your ears jumping out of your chest at the whispers of Abby’s name, eyes darting from table to table to hear if anyone had caught wind of such a subject:

I heard she…

Can’t imagine that…

That’s terrifying…

No Abby mention.

Coincidentally amongst Abby’s absence; the snarky girl was gone with the wind, and so was your secret admirer. The deliveries stopped coming, you were alone, with a set of eyes ‘watching you’ and apples to now peel on your own. . . you found it odd, but one thing for sure was that Abby would hear from you later, where you would gush about this admirer of yours and what you imagined them to be.

IT’S REALLY NICE TO TALK TO YOU, IT’S REALLY NICE TO HOLD YOUR HAND

“Abs on a scale of 1-10 how attractive do you think my admirer is” You pondered, hands entangled in the pages of a fashion magazine. Fingers dusting away at the thin layer of grime and grey from the dust and dirt; signs of age.

“Probably like a 3” Abby confessed bluntly as she walked around her room moving vastly to pack away her belongings.

Abby’s side of her room was neater in comparison to Manny’s, her laundry was folded, memories stored away for safekeeping, and everything was where it needed to be. Including your ribbon and the scissors she used — the bad duct tape she stole for security.

“Really?”

“Okay, maybe a 5, it could well off be a creep,” Abby muttered as she continued to push different survival items into her bag, jacket first, followed by flashlights and extra batteries.

“I don’t think it is though,” Abby froze, panicking instilling in her, it was like a vicious game of hot and cold, you creeping closer and closer to her and it was time for Abby to fall back and bring on the passiveness.

“What?”

“I mean imagine this, they send me a final letter asking me to meet by the gardens where they reveal their identity to be no other than —”

“Save that for a fantasy, I’m leaving” Abby spat, cutting the happiness in the air with a thick knife which was her voice that evening. It felt like a safety net for her to drop off bad news right after you gave the good ones, almost debunking it creating a hostile environment, and shattering the rose-tinted glasses off. Then you remembered who you were talking to, what you were doing. A flower in the middle of an apocalypse, Abby being covered in thorns.

“Is it because you killed that man”

“What makes you think it’s…who told you?” Abby furrowed her eyebrows stopping her movement to let you get a good look at her face. Abby was looking you up and down like you ripped the bandaid off her arm like you were digging your fingers into a cut infecting it with your fingertips and any active bacteria.

“Word travels around here pretty fast, this isn’t knew information”

A beat. And then another.

“Are you satisfied” You perk up, not breaking eye contact with the blonde in front of you. The fresh azul orbs dilating under the words that left your mouth. She looked at you with such admiration, but the mention of Jerry was enough to make Abby swing hard as she was back in the room holding her weapon of choice. Who was she to play god? Be the bearer of death? Call of evil? Abby thought back to what she was fighting for: was she satisfied? It wouldn’t bring her father back but there was a price on her head. Preferably until her life was obliterated and gone with her head.

“Hmm”

“Because you don’t look satisfied” Your voice cracked, you were cutting into her skin and Abby was growing steadily uncomfortable, shifting her weight. Cracking her knuckles and rolling her head as she looked at you. Like a pretty Jem stone in a dimly lit room; all eyes on you she didn’t want to talk about this with you. Someone she was so emotionally connected with, god — anybody else but you.

“I…I need to go.” Abby stood up, swinging her backpack in her arms as you followed suit in the silence.

You stood up mimicking her actions taking your magazine in between your fingers and holding it close to your chest.

“When will you be back?” you whispered, picking at the skin surrounding your nails as you rubbed your lips against each other as you rocked your body forward and backward. Abby’s eyes softened, looking at you up and down as she stuck her tongue in her cheek, clenching her jaw tightly. It almost pained her to say.

AND EVEN IF WE’RE JUST FRIENDS, WE CAN BE, MORE THAN THAT.

“Soon…I hope, I’ll be back soon” Abby asserted. Abby bowed her head, cusping your cheeks in between her hands as she gave a chaste kiss to your cheek. Calloused fingers rubbing at your soft skin, It was a friendly thing, right? Nothing more?

She didn’t even like you that much.

But you on the other hand weren’t sure of your own feelings.

Like a tough game of tug-of-war, you wanted her, then you didn’t, then you couldn’t shake yourself out of it. You liked her and you wanted her. You wished and hoped that the admirer of yours would be her. The person you had sleepovers where you would laugh about your events and enjoy the delicacies delivered by your admirer you would have it no other way.

When she pulled away you struggled to find the words, hands jittery somewhere between reaching to grab your cheek or to wipe off her kiss with your hand. You weren’t sure how to feel. It was as if someone held a gun to your head telling you the right pill or blue.

“May your survival be long” you reminded, holding a hand at your arm scratching at your sleeves.

“May your death be swift”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

CALL ME AT MIDNIGHT, LETS GIVE THIS THING A TRY.

If you could do it all again you would.

ASK YOU IF ITS OKAY,

You were alone, deep into your ocean of thoughts as your happy moments were coming to an end? Did you take it for granted?

TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER,

The burrito you ate that evening wanting to come up, mouth sticky with bile. You suddenly didn’t want to patrol the Serevena and help Nora move supplies. It felt wrong – almost impractical like you were in the wrong place. Foot cemented into the floor as you stood at your bed. Shoving supplies into your backpack, tying a strand of the ribbon from your admirer's box around the handle of your bag. You wanted to be back at the base with Abby where the two of you would have your sleepovers, cut your apples, and have competitive matches in the shooting range where you would tell Abby she missed a shot and she would tell you, you held the gun wrong.

Preparing to leave, doing one final spin at your place of comfort. Freshly made bed and sorrowful grey sheets, you wished for a happier time and a great release. Opening your door, you were met with one box before you would go. Picking up the lightweight box it almost felt impractical to even be wrapped.

TO DRINK SOME APPLE CIDER, OR MAYBE SOME FRUIT PUNCH

Parting gift for the one I stole these for… don’t forget me Xoxo, A. Anderson Your eyes always

You smiled to yourself, it was all you ever wanted. Your best friend really was your admirer and you just hoped you could reach her before she was gone and it truly could have been your last time seeing her. Unwrapping the terribly wrapped paper object revealed a shiny sharpened knife with a brown handle. It was Abby’s knife, the one she savored and used only for your apples that she would cut during your lunch breaks. Tears brimmed your eyes moving the object around as if it were malleable, smiling gently to yourself at the irony of it all. Quickly locking the door and throwing the paper that was used to wrap the gift away in the hall trash you ran to try to catch Abby who was already on the truck, across from Mel as she set off on her journey. As the sun was getting low, so were you who had to travel adjacent from your new fount lover.

What were you gonna say?

Besides: I knew it, of course, you wanted her to know that you felt the same; in fact even more.

AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT HOW WE DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER THAT MUCH.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

“There’s no real you are real right now”

“Shh– baby, I’m real” Abby hushed bringing up her hand to your mouth to silence you. “I’m real.”

You were currently carrying a tray of med supplies but soon it all crashed to the ground; metal tin hitting the floor as Abby backed away into a corner. She looked disheveled different than you had last seen her; whispies around her face. Like she cared a little bit more, but maybe it was because she was with you.

You couldn’t help but bring Abby into a tight hug head against her shoulder, resting your eyes in full solitude. You were home amidst the violence and her going AWOL that had made Isaac angry with all of you. You lied thickly through your teeth when Isaac dragged you in asking questions about the location and conspiration Abby had going on.

All you could say was you didn’t know.

And it wasn’t a lie but in fact the truth there was not much you really did know.

Abby held onto you as if you were going to be snatched out of her hands as the both of you cried. Sobbs shaking the both of you. Abby couldn’t stop herself from applying gentle kisses to the side of your head and holding at the nape of your neck during the hug.

“You look like shit!” you acknowledged pulling at the sleeve of her jacket to which Abby rolled her eyes and pulled your hand away.

“Ahh could be worse”

A beat. And another; comfortable silence filling the air between the two of you. You didn’t wanna ask but for your newfound knowledge, you had no other choice but to. You wanted her to know, hell you haven’t seen her for very long and this well could have been the last time you would ever.

“So it was you? All along” you sputtered, snickering under your breath as you brought your hands across your chest, licking the base of your lips as your eyes wandered off.

“It was – hey! You opened the letters” Abby gave you a look of disbelief, half of it was due to her being scared shitless, others it was the fact that Abby could feel her own hands getting clammy as she rubbed them against the base of her jeans to get it to stop.

“It said 2 —”

“Weeks I know” “I was desperate”

There was silence again.

“I could just kiss you right now I can’t believe you are alive” You blurted out, giving Abby the most gentle smile. Abby for a second felt her world move in slow motion as she stared with such unconditional love.

“Then do it”

So you did, rushing forward, throwing your body against Abby’s as the two of you leaned in for a swift kiss. Her lips were chapped, slightly rugged but you didn’t mind applying your smooth ones to her as the movements of your body synched together in eternal sunshine. Nothing in this moment mattered, besides her lips on yours and her hands against your body. Abby’s fingers stroked at your cheeks eventually moving down between your jaw and your neck as she continued. No breaks; no air, until the sound of boots stomping closer to the room rang your ears, forcing you to pull away.

“Okay, I need supplies miserably Nora brought me to you, I have to go, I don’t know if this will be my last time seeing you: I hope it’s not, I’m not exactly in Isaac’s good graces – I think we both know that” Abby spoke with urgency, distrust but also sadness. Abby wasn’t sure but recently she’s been feeling as though things were slipping in between her fingers. She wasn’t sure how long this ecstasy and rapture would last, or the longevity of her contentment. Abby was certain the girl from the room; with the golf club and joel would show her face again.

“It’s okay” you assured, hands now at Abby’s biceps, lips rubbing against each other as you turned your head away from her face, shaking it slightly.

“But don’t forget. . .” “I’m so incredibly infatuated by you” Abby whispered as she moved in closer to give a swift kiss to your forehead.

Now wasn’t the time for formalities or titles, but you wished with your fingers crossed and your eyes closed shut, that she would return for the conversation worth having. Full honesty and confessional where your girl that smelled of pine would tell you all her rushes of thoughts that nagged at her as she closed her eyes.

“Knife to the chest sweetheart, swing with your right not your left…it’s your better arm” Abby cautioned, pretending to bring her arm up to swing, giving a final squeeze to your cheek as she was headed for the door preparing for ground zero.

“Bye Abby”

That was the difference, it was as if your body knew. Saying Bye instead of a see you later or, playfully threatening her to come back to you in one piece. Your eyebrows furrowed; your face scrunched as you cringed at your words, as mediocre as they sounded. You caught yourself doing that a lot and you weren’t sure why. Going from present tense to past tense. “I am” to “I did” to “I was” , this happened after you started dreaming. Dreaming that your body was against a cold tile, scrunching into a ball as you let out your last breath alone.

You knew.

“This is not goodbye — don’t say that, it’s see you later!” Abby snapped, giving you a hand motion as she swung the door open, crouching down as she moved steadily through the room as it closed behind her with a loud CLICK! From the lock.

“I’ll see you later” Your hand went from waving to at your side as your smile dropped and abruptly the warm room felt cold. Very cold.

But you weren’t going to see her later. Body paralyzed to the floor as the bullet wound in your stomach bled crimson all over the floor. As red as the Honeycrisp apples you ate on Wednesdays. An auburn-haired girl rushes past you following the footsteps of Nora. You were crashing and your body was failing you. Whimpers of pain escaped your lips as you held onto your stomach like you had a bad stomach ache, rolling onto your side as your vision became a nuisance and blurry mess. During your last few moments, you thought of Abby and her bright smile, all the plans she had for the two of you, and how you were finally happy that you got your happy ending,

But at what cost?

You weren’t going to get to drink apple cider with her or hug her again, and that’s what destroyed you the most as a salted tear fell from your eye. Apple was placed on the table rotting from the inside out, With Abby’s knife poked into its core. Death has met its match.

You were the apple of her eye, and you were destroyed and eaten whole indefinitely.

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hwanchaesong · 2 years

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ATEEZ as your boyfriend

Hongjoong

let's get this out of the way, hj is the type to use you as his muse. the inspiration to his lyrics and melodies

like he'll wake up in the middle of the night, and you're there beside him sleeping peacefully

you bet he'll make a whole ass music about it

video calls you even if he's busy, no talking or whatnot, but seeing your face once in a while when he's busy really boosts his mood

gives you playlists that either contain jokes or sweet af songs that reminded him of you

buys couple things impulsively

organizes his closet with you which turns into customizing clothes

he does this thing where he holds your hand and won't let go of it, to an extent where he whines if you tried to detach yourself to him

man will stare at you lovingly no matter what you're doing, in his eyes, you will always be the prettiest person ever

can be a bit of a freak

some examples would be: pinning you under him when he's feeling playful

or putting his hands on your waist while looking at you with a dark glint in his chocolate orbs

he's just so in love with you that everything he does is out of adoration

Seonghwa

so soft and caring and loving and GRRRR HE'S SUCH A HUSBAND MATERIAL EVEN

okay so whatever shit you do, he'll tolerate it and let out that painful smile before giving you a pat on the head

he gets your attention by putting his weight on you

if you're sitting, he'll slouch on your back

if you're lying, either sofa or bed, he'll gently flop his body on you

wipes your sweat off on your skin or some pieces of stain or food on the corner of your mouth

he does this with a very serious look on his face, then he'll make eye contact with you and god

the smile he'll give you is breathtaking and you already feel like dying

he holds your hand in a very endearing way

like his palm would slide from your shoulder down to your arm, then would interlace your fingers together

match it with him nuzzling his face on your neck

and u know, whatever he wants he gets. so expect him to pull you flush against him as he presses an intense kiss on your lips

he would do anything just to keep you by his side and make you feel like you're the only girl in the world

Yunho

puppy yunho happy pill agenda forever

he's so goofy and energetic, it just so happens that he always has the ability to pass to you the positive vibes he has

also, he's freaking tall, and it's adorable when he has to bend down a little whenever you're talking

teases you to hell as well, if you want to give him a kiss, he'll pucker his lips and say "Oh, come up here and smooch me baby."

would still give in and lean down so you can give each other some loving also bc he doesn't want to say goodbye to his kneecaps

does this cute af grabby hands at you when he wants some cuddles, of course you'll do as he said so

and that would be so fun because he's all over you

draping his arms and legs all over your body and pressing tiny pecks on every part of your face

can and will be dramatic at any given moments

he has a gift for you? expect him to kneel and offer you the present like he's asking your hand for marriage

he has to wake you up for breakfast? he'll carry you like a princess until he drops you in the dining room

when you tell him a joke, he'll definitely laugh at it then proceeds to give you a small hug

overall, you will always be his priority. his number one and everything will always be about you

Yeosang

savage but sweet, like a devil, like an angel, you would never know what on earth is happening with how unpredictable he is

but that is also the main reason why your relationship with him is so thrilling and healthy

one moment he would be running his hands on your hair while you lay your head on his lap

then the next minute he'll be roasting tf out of you because your hair smells like you haven't showered for days his words

he always has a hand on the small of your back or waist when you're outside

shares his precious food with you even without you asking him for it

you know how much of a muscle man he is, he shows it off to you and loves it when you give him the reaction he wants

he uses you as a weight lift, he does his squats while he carries you in his arms

never forgets to ask you if you're okay or if you need anything

a gentleman too, like he's there guiding you to enter a room first or letting you walk on the side that is farther on the road

very observant as well

he immediately notices when you're down/bored/upset and does a lot of things to cheer you up

your happiness and well-being will always be at the top of his list to protect

San

the man who will turn every bad day into a good one

can be very clingy and touchy

like he'll pull you closer to him so he can snuggle to you or his hand would unconsciously wrap around your own

he is your personal alarm clock at times where he'll gently tap you to wake you up then will proceed to hold you in his arms as you walk together to eat breakfast

gives you his full attention when you're talking

then he'll have this soft look in his eyes, lovingly smiles at you because you're so damn precious

is so supportive as well, a smirk on his face when you try and be confident, "that's my baby girl, god you're so sexy."

he'll feed you, accept it or else he'll throw a tantrum

will randomly kiss you whenever he feels like it

lets you sit beside him when he plays his games and loves it when you hype him up

when you sleep together, he puts shiber in between the two of you and says "Look, our son."

gets jealous when you pay more attention to byeol than him

please, you are his world and he can't imagine a life without you anymore

Mingi

a man that is full of love and he showers it all on you

he loves play-cuddling with you, getting on top of you and jokingly bites your head before laughing heartily

he doesn't notice it, but his hand always finds itself on your thigh, rubbing and squeezing it

he hugs you, then kisses you like his life depended on it

you are also his personal charger

getting energized with small words of encouragement from you or getting giddy if you give him affection

gets sulky when you do things without him

it always results in you having to baby him for a week, making sure to make it up to him

mingi actually has a thing for your neck

he nibbles on your skin there, smooches and even licks it at times

does sexy dances with you and it always ended up with him getting turned on

the type to set a candid photo of you as his wallpaper

he loves you so much, like so much he's already planning your wedding and what he's gonna do once you have your own little family

Wooyoung

his loudness and childlike personality will always be charming to you

he appreciates the fact that you still love and accepted him for who and what he is

of course, he would cook for you, making sure that you're eating well

he lets you help him too, but mostly flirts with you all the way

onwards, his hand is always roaming all over you body

grasping your hand, patting your back, squeezing your thigh, landing on your boobs

his eyes would always land on you, like a habit, he automatically looks for you

a bit aggressive with the physical touch, you understand it though, it's his love language

does aegyo if he wants to get something, it either works because he is adorable, or it works because he's going overboard

gives back hugs and then bites you out of nowhere

pecks your forehead at all times

whispers 'i love you' in your ears to make you flustered, even adds a seductive lip bite and wink

he thinks that you are the only person that he would want to spend a lifetime with even until his next life

Jongho

as usual, he is your lullaby, the one who sings to you every night, everyday and you'll never get tired of hearing his voice

strong man jongho, you think you're safe from his strength and manhandling? nO

he does it to you, but gentler and softer

he carries you like a sack of rice then throws you on the bed, hugging you so tight before slapping your ass lmao it's just his way of saying that he wants alone time

wakes up early, gets up from bed, lays down on top of you, sleeps again, on repeat

BACK HUGS GALORE

possessive af, wrapping his arm around your shoulder all the time to show everyone that you're his

lowkey grabs your hand and interlaces it with his, hiding it behind him so no one can see

he begrudgingly acts cute so he'll get to hear you say what he wants to hear, or do things that he wants you to do

acts all cool in front of you, then gets embarrassed afterwards, causing you to coo at him and pinch his cheeks

gives you his jacket if you're cold, no buts, take it or he'll get mad

splits fruits in half for you to eat without any difficulty

he had never been able to relate to love songs, now that he has you, he now understands them all

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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Munson's Mixtape

Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 2,572

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, shitty police work, trauma and trauma responses (Chrissy's death hits hard), this chapter is sad, Reader is implied to be smaller than Eddie, suggestive themes (no smut), hurt/comfort.

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: Not gonna lie, this is angsty. However, I will never just post angst without comfort or resolution! I'm way too soft for that.

Track Five

Y/N didn't how long she'd been laying there, Chrissy's cold broken body in her arms. The lyrics to Over the Rainbow long since ending, she was humming the song now, still running her fingers through her sister's hair. She could tell Eddie was freaking out, he'd been pacing the room for awhile. He went for the door at one point, hand reaching for the handle after Y/N started singing. He stopped himself, mumbling curses under his breath. He stayed for her, but Y/N knew she had to leave soon, leave her sister there.

Eddie's Uncle Wayne would return from work in the early hours of the morning, and find them all there. The cops would come, question them about what happened. She had no idea how the hell she would explain what went down, she barely understood it herself. How her sister was fine one moment, then she was suddenly levitating into the air, bones snapping in every direction by some invisible force. Like something out Wes Craven's horrific imagination. They'd blame Eddie, condemn him as a vicious murderer. They wouldn't listen to her, listen to the truth. They never listened to girls when they were scared and upset. He'd go to prison, because how the hell can you prove innocence for a crime like this? Y/N needed to think, had to come up with some plan. She couldn't let Eddie get hurt, but the thought of hiding her sister's body somewhere, burying her in some shallow grave in the woods, made Y/N sick to her stomach.

"We need to grab all of your drugs and run." Y/N finally spoke, voice even, emotionless.

"What?" Eddie stopped his pacing, looking at her with panic stricken eyes. His eyes were normally full of light, they were dull and exhausted now.

"We need to grab all of your drugs, anything that can pin you to a crime. Some clothes, a toothbrush, spare cash if you have it. A gun would help too." Y/N could hear the sound of her voice speaking, but it didn't sound like it belonged to her. Nothing felt a part of her anymore.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N stopped moving her hands, choosing to move them downwards instead. She pushed the weight off of her chest, sitting up for the first time in god knows how long.

"The cops will come eventually. They'll find the body, you'll be the one they blame. Chief Hopper isn't around anymore, I heard he died in the mall fire last summer. The rest of the police force in Hawkins aren't as competent as him, they'll throw you under the bus and wipe their hands clean of it. We need to clear out any contraband present, so in case they do find us they can't hold you on anything solid. I just... I need more time to think of something else. This will buy us time." For once in her life, Y/N thanked her mother for forcing law school plans onto her shoulders. She'd taken a few Pre-Law classes at Notre Dame, planning on adding it as a minor. Last semester it was Street Law, most of it was about the war on drugs, but Professor McGarrett discussed police procedure in lecture. How often police neglect to follow through with investigations, especially in smaller towns and cities, more so if you were considered an outsider. Eddie was the perfect scapegoat, and she refused to let another person she cared about person get hurt by this, whatever this was.

"Okay, um, alright. I'll ugh, grab a duffle bag. Just, just stay here. I'll be right back." Y/N had no intention from moving from her spot. Where would she go? She didn't want to be alone, not right now. She could see Chrissy's body in the corner of her eye, skin dull and gray, lacking the usual vibrancy it possessed.

Y/N so desperately wanted to cry, to feel something. Something other than this awful numbness that sank deep into her bones. She felt like she was made of plastic, smooth and shiny and lifeless. Ironically enough, something her mother desperately wanted in her daughters. Nothing felt real in that moment, tunnel vision clouding her eyes. It was dark. Everything was black, rotting, decaying. Less of a plastic feeling, closer to rigor mortis. Yes, rigor mortis. Stiff. Dying. Dead. She felt dead inside, a breathing corpse.

Eddie came back at some point, he must of, because she was moving now. She couldn't grasp time progressing. One second she was sitting on the floor of his trailer, now she was in the van, Eddie was talking to her, explaining something. She nodded her head occasionally, muscle memory drilled into her brain.

"You're supposed to acknowledge people when they're talking to you dear." That was her mother's voice. She could hear it in her head. Reprimanding her for her rudeness. She was being rude to Eddie, not responding. But all she was capable of in that moment was nodding. Mindlessly agreeing to whatever he was saying. The van stopped at some point, Eddie opened the door for her but she couldn't find the strength to move.

"Y/N? Can you hear me? Please answer me Princess I'm begging you." She looked to Eddie, his skin tear stained and blotchy. Those big brown doe eyes shiny and wet. She nodded, and tried to get out of the seat but there was a weight on her chest, something pulling her back. She felt trapped, and she began to struggle against it.

"Hold on, hold on Y/N I've got you. Don't worry, I've got you." She felt Eddie's hands on her, the first time she felt warmth in hours. One hand was resting gently on her shoulder, the other struggling with something on her side. She felt a release then, and Eddie's warmth drifted from her. She was in the dark again, the cold dead feeling sinking in. Y/N reached out to him, gripping his shirt with her fist.

"It's okay. You're safe. I'm right here with you." He gently lifted her hand from his chest, holding it delicately with his own. He was leading her again, the darkness was surrounding her, she didn't know where she was. But Eddie's warm hand kept her there, a lifeline in the dark, so she didn't sink into the cold, hard, ground beneath her feet. They were walking upstairs now, a bright light shining inside. They were in a house? There was a bedroom here, so it must be a house. She could see a bed in the middle of the room, a dresser, closet, and a door to a bathroom towards the back.

Eddie kept walking, leading her to the bathroom. He gently sat her down on the edge of a bathtub. Cold, hard, porcelain under skin. The warmth was gone, the numbness back in full force.

"Just a second sweetheart, I'm going to find something to clean you up with." His voice is so gentle, kind. Y/N felt his warm hands again, this time on her face, a damp wash cloth wiping away something sticky and thick. Chrissy's blood. She remembers now. It's Chrissy's blood he's cleaning up. She can feel some bubbles on her face, he must of used some soap. It smells clinical.

"There, that's better. Can you take your shoes off, or do you need help?" Eddie was standing between her open legs, his hand holding her chin up so she could look at him.

"Can you help me?" Her voice sounds so small. Eddie nods, and slowly gets down on his knees. He lifts up her foot onto his thigh, undoing the laces from her sneakers. Starting with her left, and moving on to the right. After he completes his task, Eddie stands up again, brushing the dirt off his pants.

"I grabbed a t-shirt for you to sleep in and some shorts. They might be a bit big on you, but I thought you would like something clean to sleep in. Rick has a washer and dryer downstairs, I can throw your uniform in. It should be done by tomorrow." Eddie hands her the clothes and walks out the door, giving her some privacy. Y/N slowly takes off her cheer sweater, then the spandex top underneath it. Her sports bra feels tight against her chest, so she takes that off too. Next goes the skirt, spanky pants, and socks. She grabs Eddie's shirt and throws it on over her head, the smell of cheap laundry detergent fills her nostrils. It's an old Black Sabbath shirt, it has a couple of holes in the collar, clearly well loved by the man who gave it to her. She tries to put on the shorts, but they sag uncomfortably against her hips, so she neglects to put them on.

Y/N picks up her dirty clothes in one arm, Eddie's clean shorts in the other, and walks out of the bedroom door. Eddie is sitting on the bed, he must have changed while she was in the bathroom. His Hellfire Club t-shirt has been replaced with a simple white one. Thin and worn out. Y/N can make out some of his tattoos underneath it, the black ink peaking through. He's wearing black boxer shorts with no socks, bouncing his knee up and down. She walks over to him, placing her uniform on the ground and tosses his shorts on top of the empty dresser. Eddie goes to reach for the uniform but Y/N stops him, he looks at her confused.

"It can wait until morning... I don't want to be alone right now." Eddie's eyes widen briefly.

"Do you need me to stay in the room with you? I can sleep on the floor if you want." Y/N didn't know what she did to deserve this kindness. He's being so good to her, and she desperately wants his goodness to sink into her. Replace this nothingness with him.

"We can share the bed." Y/N sees his Adam's apple bob up and down, she stares at it, fixated with the movement.

"Okay.. I'll just.. go get the light." Y/N nods and lays down further up the bed on her back. Before Eddie turns the light off he walks to her side, lifts the blanket up and tucks her in. He goes to move a strand of hair behind her ear, but second guesses it, and moves his hand away. She wants him to touch her, feel his warmth. She craves it more than anything else in the world at that moment. She feels so cold.

The lights go out, and she feels a weight sinking into the bed on her right. The heat from Eddie's skin is radiating her side, but he doesn't touch her. There's only an inch, maybe two, of space between them. The warmth is back but it's not enough, not nearly enough. The numbness is swallowing her whole, every atom in her body. She needs something, anything, to stop this.

Hours or minutes pass by in the dark. Eddie and Y/N laying side by side together in a stranger's bed. She can tell he isn't asleep yet, his eyes are closed but his breath hasn't evened out yet. Y/N's eyes are wide open, staring at the white popcorn ceiling above her. She imagines she's inside of her own coffin, trapped beneath 6 ft. of Earth. The deadness has consumed her. Black, rotten, decayed. She can't take it anymore. This cold, unforgiving, cadaverous feeling inside of her. She's desperate for warmth, yearns for it, like a moth to a flame.

Y/N suddenly sits up, like a vampire awakening at midnight. Eddie's eyes shoot open, surprised by the sudden movement. She swings a leg over his hips, straddling him.

"Y/N, what- what's happening. Wh-what are you doing?" Eddie stutters out, but all Y/N can focus on is the heat. It's back, it's finally back. She needs more. She can't handle another second without it. She leans down and rests her forehead on his, thrusting her hips against him. A shaky breath escapes from Eddie's mouth, and Y/N swallows it. She wants to move that final inch, taste him, drink him in until she's drowning. All of her thoughts are Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

She feels his hands tighten around her hips, stopping her momentum. She struggles to move against his grip, but he doesn't allow her to a budge a single inch. He sits up, increasing the gap between them, Y/N hates it. She tries to move closer but Eddie stops her again, one of his hands cradling the side of her head. It's gentle but strong, so she's forced to stay in place.

"Y/N, no." His voice is unwavering. Y/N stops struggling, she remains motionless on top of him.

"I know... I know what you're trying to do. Tonight... fuck, tonight was the worst night of your life. A living goddamn nightmare, but you can't... We can't... We won't do this. I will lay here with you, hold you, but I won't touch you. Not like that. You can't use me like that, and I refuse to take advantage of you.. Do you understand?" Eddie doesn't take his eyes off of her as he says it, he doesn't even blink. She can feel his pulse from his wrist as it rests against her face, its racing, pounding against her skin. Eddie is so alive in that moment. The moonlight shines against him, and he's so painfully beautiful, and honest, and good. So good. Too good for her.

And just like that, the numbness vanishes, replaced with a flood of different emotions. Embarrassment, comfort, frustration, affection, grief, so much grief. The dam breaks, and Y/N's eyes fill with tears.

"Hey, hey, shh, it's alright. You're okay sweetheart. Let it out, it's alright." Y/N sobs against Eddie's neck, his arms wrapped tightly against hers. He's resting his hand against her hair, softly petting her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. It reminds her of what she used to do with Chrissy, she's never had the motion reciprocated before. She cries harder, and grips the back of his t-shirt, afraid if she lets go Eddie will vanish into thin air, or worse.

"Chrissy's dead! She's dead, and she's never coming back!" Her tears are leaving a wet stain on Eddie's shoulder, but he just hold her tighter.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N." He's rocking her back and forth, and Y/N allows herself to be comforted, going pliant in his arms. She cries, and cries, and cries, until there are no more tears left to shed. At some point she must have passed out from exhaustion, but Eddie never lets go of her.

Once her breath began to even out, Eddie slowly leaned back and adjusted the sleeping girl above him. He's moves her to her side, so just her head is resting against his chest. Both of their legs parallel to each other, one arm is wrapped around her waist, the other still gently petting her hair. Eddie's heart is still pounding, refusing to calm down. His mind is racing with a million and one thoughts. All of which a drowned out by one, just one, and its Eddie repeating her name over and over again in his head. Until he to eventually falls asleep. Sinking into the bed, feeling the warmth of the girl in his arms, breathing in each other's solace.

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midnightsslut · 2 months

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One thing about her relationship with joe that I feel like she has mentioned but not fully explored is the gaslighting.

I might be putting too much of my personal life into this; but one time my husband and I got into a very bad fight and I left the fight feeling so bad about myself. Like just mentally I was like “man I must be just a terrible person who can’t speak up for themselves.” And I actually ended up apologizing, which was needed cause I wasn’t fully in the right, but I also wasn’t fully in the wrong. But I never received an apology that day. And that messed me up cause I left feeling so confused. It wasn’t until the next day I talked to my husband and was like look I deserved and apology too. Thankfully he understood and that conversation honestly ended being a huge resolution moment for us.

But all that to say the first time I listened to Great War it reminded me of that fight. And I saw some people praising it and how saying it was a sign that she would be long term with Joe and how she was being honest about her past demons. But I literally just kept thinking “I hope she got an apology too” cause it just sounds like a fight where both are wrong. But I don’t think joe ever gave Taylor an apology. Honestly based on she talks and the released lyrics from the album on the cover it seems like he put a lot of blame on her. But never accepted his wrong doings. Like it was ultimately her fault for not “trusting more freely” not his inability to empathize with her and understand her “hair pin” triggers.

oh this is a very good point. i know people have mixed feelings about terms like gaslighting when they haven’t explicitly been used, but this ask has a lot of the nuance that’s missing from discussions about reevaluating older songs. by her own admission, taylor DID need to apologize in the great war, and the song is ultimately a huge marker of personal growth. i really don’t want to discredit that. however, her suspicions likely didn’t come from nowhere, especially since jealousy/insecurity has been a recurring theme in her joe songs for much longer than infidelity. i’m sure he couldn’t have been perfect during these fights either, and we only get a few glimpses of that (false god, hoax, renegade, etc). okay, let’s say she wanted to protect him by choosing not to write about his faults; an apology is NOT a bad thing, though. she rarely wrote about apologies, which makes me think she didn’t get too many. in some ways, it all goes back to taylor outgrowing him due to her increased emotional intelligence.

all of this does remind me of betty and how it started (with joe just humming the lyrics to the chorus, which taylor decided to expand on because she wanted to write a song from a man’s perspective apologizing when she’s ’written so many songs about wanting a male apology’). then you get all her betty speeches last year where she ranted about men who lack the emotional intelligence to apologize. makes me wonder if he used to do it but stopped at some point.

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carnivorous-canine98 · 9 months

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Of Monsteress’s and Women: Introductions Abound

Word count: 4,003

Tigger warning: Brief mentions of attempted assault, mentions of death/hard vore/digestion, and fearplay

Again… read at your own risk

This job… I seriously fucking hate it.

But honestly, what could I do about it? Finding a well paying job with a workable schedule as a college student is hard enough. Well… at least some of the women that come into the bar are cute.

Yeah… I work nights at a pretty well known bar here in the city. Not only that, I seem to be getting a following there as well. I perform every Saturday night live on stage. And God damn is it something I love.

I smile at the thought to no one in particular as I mix up a drink for a few of the local patrons. It was hard not to hum to the music that was playing in the background as I worked. Pretty sure the song was "Gimmie, Gimme, Gimme (A Man After Midnight)" by ABBA.

Unknowingly, I danced along to the song as I handed out orders. Hell, this was such a fun song… I'd just personally change one word in the lyrics.

"Heeeey Astra *hic*," I heard my name being called.

Turning in the direction of where I heard my name from, I gave my usual customer service smile. It was of the regulars, Jason, I believe his name was. Internally I sighed, not exactly in the mood to be hit on. Yet… it came in the territory of being a bartender.

"Heya, Jason," I said sweetly. "What can I do for you?"

"Wheeen are you going to perform next? I wanna hear that seeexy voice soon," he slurred, painfully drunk.

It was hard to keep myself from visibly wincing at the comment. I kept that forced smile while I spoke. "I unfortunately can't do it this weekend. I have some stuff going on sadly…"

"Aww come ooon," he whined, grabbing my arm. "You're sooo good."

"Again Jason… I can't. I have really important stuff I need to get done," I responded, trying to get his arm off of mine.

"Fuck that!" The drunk man spat, his grip tightening.

A pained yelp rushed past my lips as I tried to pull away. "P-Please let go. Y-You're hurting me…" I whimpered, trying to pull away. His drinking buddies were trying to get him to let go, thank God. But this ass had a grip like an iron golem.

He spat some incoherent nonsense, grip tightening even more. I let out a sharp cry of pain, tears at the corners of my eyes.

"Hey, fuck face," an annoyed, gruff feminine voice snarled. "Let the girl go. I think it's pretty fucking clear she's busy and not the slightest into you." I glanced over, a few stray tears falling, to see that it was another woman coming to my rescue. Oh, Oh God damn… this was not what I was expecting.

Before I had even a chance to process my thoughts, a deathly pale hand reached out, removing the man's hand from my arm. There was a strong, gentleness about this woman as she pulled the drunk man away from me. It took me a second to gather my surroundings, my cheeks now flushed red as I scrambled away from the bar.

"Oi you c***, mind your own fucking business," I heard him shout.

The woman was clearly unfazed by this, raising an eyebrow at the comment. "Was that supposed to hurt… because I've been called worse."

He looked like he was about to swing at her, but she pinned him with ease, pulling his arms behind his back. "Okay… I think you've had enough. Time to go home jackass," she hissed. With no effort at all, she forced the drunkard out of the bar door, giving a good shove before coming back in.

"You guys aren't going to be causing the little lady any trouble yourselves?" The woman growled at the other man who he was with.

Obviously intimated, they shook their heads, hand up and mumbling some no's and whatnot.

"Heya, sweets? You okay…?"

It took me a moment to register that she was talking to me. I glanced up and my lord did my cheeks start to sting… On a scale of one to ten, she was easily an elven. Thick black hair fell down to her back, covering her mostly pale skin. And she was built, oh God was she built.

Now that I was able to look her up and down, she was also huge. This woman had to be at least close to seven feet tall. My cheeks burned ruthlessly as I continued to study her up and down.

"Hey… you good?" She called out again, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-Yeah, I'm g-good," I squeaked, now full on blushing."T-Thank you f-for the help m-miss."

"Hey, no problem. Glad to be of service," she purred, giving a wide grin. "Catch you later then, sweets."

She turned to walk away, giving a wink as she left. A squeak escaped past my lips as I forced myself to speak. "B-Bathroom, be r-right back," I stammered, quickly darting away from the counter. God damn my face was on fire. My thoughts were all over the place as I ran to the women's restroom to rinse my face.

It felt like forever as I gripped the edges of the sink, trying to calm down. 'Slow your breathing, close your eyes, and think calming thoughts' came into my mind. Doing just that, it didn't take too long to calm down.

A soft smile formed on my lips as I gave a soft sigh… only to let out a spooked yelp as the bathroom door opened.

"Hey Astra… boss says you can go home early tonight. He also told me that tomorrow's shift is covered and you're free to take the day off."

I glanced over to see it was my coworker Katie. She bore a concerned look on her face as we faced each other. I managed a weak smile, giving a nod. "T-Thanks…" I forced out.

Katie's brows furrowed. "Astra, you good?" She asked?

My cheeks started to burn as my mind once again thought of my savor. "I'm good. I'm good." I said rapidly.

Worry once crept onto Katie's face before she gave an 'Oh, I see'

My coworker chuckled, giving me a soft smile. "Finally got the hots for someone, I see?" She chuckled. "Either way… you take care and get home safe okay, Astra."

All I could manage was a weak laugh and a small smile at what my coworker said. Looking back into the mirror, I continued to blush. "Y-Yeah… she was pretty damn cute. Felt pretty good to have her come to my aid," I murmured as I once again collected myself.

After a few minutes, I left the bathroom and went to gather my things. That stupid smile was still on my face and it was hard to stop. I let a sigh pass my lips as I pulled out my phone to check the time.

"11:30… not too late. Should be okay to walk home," I hummed.

Slinging, my bag over my shoulder, I left through the back door. I was honestly thankful that the streets were pretty well lit at this hour. Well… better get myself home, not like I can just magically poof myself there. I reached into my bag, pulling out my earbuds, popping one into an ear.

My smile widened as I played the exact song I was listening to. I hummed along to the beat of the song, getting a bit lost into the music.

"There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

Gimme, gimme, gimme a woman after midnight.

Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away?"

Oh how good it felt to sing the song this way. My cheeks flushed brightly as I continued to sing, thoughts on my savor. 'Hopefully, I run into her again. I want to properly thank her for tonight,' I thought as I made my way along the sidewalk.

My eyes closed as I let my brain wander through possible date ideas. Romantic dinners, going to the movies, or just something as simple as sit-down at a coffee shop sounded nice. Subconsciously, I placed a hand to my cheek, letting out a soft giggle. Letting out a squeal, I went down an alleyway in hopes of getting home faster. Something I've done dozens of times…

What could go wrong right?

"Heya cutie… it's dangerous to be walking here all by yourself."

My head instantly shot up when I heard a voice from behind. I instantly spun around, to see a sleazy looking man sauntering way over. 'Great another fucking creep,' I internally groaned, rolling my eyes. My pace started to pick up, keeping my eyes on my phone as I pretended not to hear him.

"Oh come on babe, I know you heard me," the guy jeered.

I kept walking, not looking at him… that was until I was yet again grabbed. With a loud yelp, I quickly pulled away. "You fucking ass hole," I spat. "Take a Goddamn hint and piss off."

"Now, now that's not nice," he cooed, stepping closer.

Instinctively, I brought my hand up and clapped him on the cheek. "Fuck. Off," I snarled. "I'm not even into men in the first place!" Angrily, I spun off and stormed off. At this point I was fuming. "Fucking men… not getting the hint what someone in clearly not into you."

Anger was clouding my mind too much to even notice what was once again approaching me. "You little bitch!" Is the only thing I heard as I was pinned up against the side of a building. "Doesn't matter if you're one of those kinds of women… You need to be taught some manners."

"L-Let go of me you prick," I stammered, thrashing around in his grip.

I felt my heart start to race as I struggled to get free. Fuck! I never should've walked home by myself. My blood froze when I felt some cold and hard press against the side of my neck. "Behave… and I won't have to use this," the fucking bastard hissed in a sickly sweet voice.

Tears ran down my cheeks at the thought of what was going to happen to me. I tried to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. With a weak sob, I closed my eyes tightly… waiting.

Something happened… something I wasn't expecting at all.

The pressure was abruptly pulled away from my jugular, earning a shocking qasp. The scene I saw before me was something out of a nightmare.

The tall woman from before had pulled the man off of me and had him in an iron grip. But it's what she was doing to him that sent shivers down my spine. She had him pinned tightly against the wall, mouth clamped down on his neck. From what little light that was being given, I could see liquid oozing and slowly dripping from the bite wound.

My legs gave out from what I was witnessing. I felt my stomach churn, having to force my dinner from not making its way onto the street. Time seemed to slow to a standstill as I watched in terror.

Something seemed to cause the woman to stop and glance in my direction. The tips of long ears, barely visible, perked up slightly. She let the man fall to the ground like a rag doll. I visibly shuddered at that, recoiling at the sight of blood running from her lips.

A fearful whimper pushed its way out, as I made myself smaller, fearing what was going to happen next. My blood turned to ice when she started to walk over. I pressed my body as far back against the wall as I could, weak sobs eminenting.

Oh God, I'm next. She's going to do the same to me as she did to him. I closed my eyes again, waiting again to be grabbed and have my neck bitten into. N-No I didn't want to think of the pain… Of what it was like to be drained dry.

"Heya sweets…" came a low, gentle voice.

My eyes fluttered open to see crimson cat-like eyes staring right back at me. "P-Please j-just get it over with," I croaked, recoiling as she inched closer. "Shh, shh, I'm not going to feed on you," the woman spoke in a soft tone. "I've had my fill for tonight anyway."

"T-Then what are you going to do? S-Save me for a later snack? I-If you're going to kill me… just get it done and over with!"

Her red eyes went wide at what I said. "Kill you? I have no interest in doing that."

"Y-You literally drank from that creep over there!"

"Okay, calm down… he's not dead if that's what you're getting at," she sighed.

The woman moved just enough to where I could look past her. He was visibly breathing, unconscious it seemed, but clearly alive. "Believe me now there, sweets?" She asked with a playful edge to her voice. I still couldn't help my body from shaking as I looked back up at her.

"I, I, I…." I was too stunned for words.

She smirked wildly, showing off a double set of sharp fangs. "Welcome to the world of monsters, sweets," the woman purred, licking her lips.

Don't know why, but I found myself blushing heavily once again. I squeaked, hiding my face when I realized what was happening. A deep laugh filled my ears, making me guess she was laughing at me. "Don't usually have women visibly blushing when I save them… but then again, I never had spectators."

"H-Huh what do you mean?" I asked, peeking through my hands, only to go full on red at how close she was now.

"I never leave evidence of my feedings," she purred gently. "Blood can only satisfy for so long. I usually like my meals a bit… meatier, if you know what I mean."

"Y-You e-eat people?! H-How is that even possible? I mean… you're tall, b-but still?"

"Someone's definitely curious," she hummed. "Kinda ironic seeing what just happened."

The fear once again started to make its way back. I was face to face with a people eater. And not just that… I was actively talking with them. My body started to shake like mad, whimpering loudly as she spoke. The woman moved back some, but just enough to where I could easily be grabbed if I were to run.

"A few things," she hummed, a more serious edge in her voice. "Yes… while I eat people, I only actively go out of my way to kill and devourer scumbags who'd hurt those who they deem weaker. Most nights, I hunt petty criminals, take a pint or so and leave for the cops. But when the urge hits for a bigger meal… I go after much, much more fucked up individuals."

"This isn't even my main form… it's what I use to blend in with humans. My true form is much bigger, and scarier. So much bigger in fact, I'm able to swallow a man whole."

"O-Okay… b-but isn't that still kinda cruel? Making them experience, what I'd imagine, a very slow and extremely painful death?" I ask meekly, voice shaking.

"I may be a man eater… but I'm not that heartless. I always give as quick and painless a death as possible before eating the body. Plus… who's to say you even remember these individuals?" She responded back with a huge grin.

"Whenever I fully eat someone… they're wiped clean off of the face of the earth. Not a trace, no history, not even a single memory. No one will remember them at all."

That just made me shiver even more. The thought of being erased from everyone's memories, particularly loved ones, was definitely hard to bare. My mind was too busy processing what was said to even notice her moving closer. I let out a surprised squeak when I felt something cold, wet run across my cheek.

"T-The hell?" I sputtered, whipping my face.

She leaned back, licking her lips, purring loudly. "Mmm," she looked down at me, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Just as I thought… you taste delicious."

"H-Huh? I-I thought you said you only went after criminals?" I squeaked, trying to make myself smaller.

"Oh I do… but every once in a while, I get the craving for something different. Something delightful, much like you, sweets," she purred, now starting to tower over me. I tried to run, but was pinned to the ground. It wasn't rough, yet it didn't change the fact I was staring supposed death in the face.

I watched as her humanoid form started to twist and contort. The sound of bones snapping and muscles tearing was enough to send my stomach into knots again. I thrashed around as the hand pinning me down got bigger, started to grow fur, and the claws got longer.

Looking right at me was a beast that could best be described as a walking nightmare. It was like a werewolf, but much, much larger. She had to be over 20 feet at least. Twin fox-like tails swayed like a cat with a fresh mouse. There was a large set of demonic horns that curved backwards and the faintest hint of spikes running along down her back.

But what added to most dread was the face looking right at me.

Her face was nothing but an exposed canine's skull. It was hard to tell if it was that of a wolf or fox… like it mattered anyway. The beast eyes were a solid, glowing crimson with a singular slit for the pupil.

I once again gave a weak whimper, struggling more as the boney muzzle leaned closer. The beast's jaws parted, a snake-like appendage that was her tongue ran along my neck and face. The cold saliva made me shudder, seeing as I expected it to be at least warm.

The fuck am I thinking, right now?!

I began to kick and flare my aims around. Somehow I managed to land a solid blow to her under jaw. She didn't even look phased by it, more amused than anything. What the the hell did I expect, it was solid fucking bone.

With fast movement that I didn't see coming, I found the upper half of my body encased in cool, damp darkness. A muffled, fearful scream erupted from my lungs. I tried to kick about, but my legs were unable to move at all. She must have my legs pinned with a hand.

I gave a weak sob, recoiling as the beast's cool tongue seemed to coil around my upper body. A loud purr echoed around me as I was tasted like a piece of candy. It was almost deafening with how I was situated.

This changed when my own scream came out as I felt myself being pushed in further. I literally watched in horror as the throat opened up, eager to claim me.

I was soon pushed further in, and my God was it suffocating.

I tried to kick and thrash around, but it was extremely difficult when everything was pinned and squeezing me from all angles. And that purr… that damned, deafening purring!

It felt like a lifetime had passed when I was pushed into a larger space… although calling it large was a luxury. I was forced to curl up into an awkward fetal position. Grunting, I gave what I could a good kick trying to force something, anything to happen. I had to get out of this hell.

I just had to.

I kept my thrashing up for as long as I could, but found myself struggling. My body started to feel tired, very tired… The hell? I literally felt fine just a moment ago? "What's… going on? Why am I… so… sleepy?"

I couldn't fight it any longer, as I soon passed out.

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My eyes fluttered open to the sunshine and the warmth of my bed. I quickly shot up, letting out a weak laugh. "S-So that was a dream? Thank fucking God…" I breathed, placing a hand to face.

"That was no dream sweets," an irresistible feminine voice purred.

I let out a shout of alarm, scrambling to get out of the sheets. Yes, freedom! I thought as my face planted into the gourd. That damn voice started to laugh at my clumsiness. "Damn sweets, didn't think you'd be falling for me this quickly," she bellowed.

"S-Shut it," I hissed, rubbing my cheek.

I yelped as I was suddenly picked up and placed back onto the bed. The butterflies started to turn my stomach into knots while this was happening. She smiled sweetly, sitting next to me. Fuck, I could feel my cheeks start to burn with how close she was.

"H-How am I alive… let alone back at my place?" I blurted out, trying to distract myself.

She smirked, resting her chin on her hand. "I told you sweets, I don't hurt innocent people. Sure I might snag one every now and then for a more… lively meal," she purred, coming in closer.

I felt my body starting to heat up a bit as she was close enough to where we could lock lips. "To answer the other question.. I have my ways," she purred, licking her teeth. "Although… It sucks, I'm going to have to erase the memories from your mind. Can't exactly have you going around and letting the world know about my existence."

My eyes flew wide with what she said and I had no control over the words that flew out. "Wait, wait, wait! I, I, I have a proposition for you!" I stammered.

The hell am I saying?

She sat back, raising an eyebrow. " Go on…"

"I-I won't say anything about you or what happened last night, under the condition," my voice shrank, face burning like hell.

"I-If you go on a date with me…"

Now it was my turn to watch her eyes go wide. We sat in awkward silence for what felt like ever, until she snorted, then bursting into full on laughter. Don't know why, but I found myself pouting at her reaction. Fuck… now I wanted to curl into a ball.

Why did I say that?

The woman's laughter soon died down, placing a hand to my chin to look us both in the eyes. "Forgive my sudden burst of laughter, you caught me off guard was all," she spoke with a softness that I'd never seen coming. "Most humans view me as a monster, glutton, an abomination… so how is it you see me in a different light?"

"I, I." Again I was lost for words at the question. It's almost like steam was coming out of my ears as us two stared at each other. "I find you extremely attractive… a-and I… I wanted to thank you properly for helping me."

"Not only that… you never gave me your name," I murmured sheepishly. "I-Im Atrsa…"

That smug ass grin spread across her lips once again as she got closer. I let out a squeak as I found myself pinned against the headboard. God… does she like toying with me?

"Names, Dusk… and alright sweets, I'll bite," she hummed, narrowing her eyes playfully. "However, I have my own stipulations for this little exchange."

"What's that?"

"I get to have dessert later on," she purred, leaning in and licking the side of my neck.

I shuddered, letting out a loud whine. I had to bite my lip to keep any other noises from escaping as she gave me another. What did I just get myself into…

"F-Fine… deal," I breathed, panting heavily.

"Good, I look forward to the chance on properly eating you sweets," she smirked.

I internally cringed at the pun. Well this is going to be a very interesting relationship…

I just had to ask a monster out on a date.

#safe vore #soft vore #writing #size difference #fear play

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blurglesmurfklaine · 3 years

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physically, I am in 2021, but mentally, I am still at the restaurant, still sitting in a corner I haunt, cross legged in the dim light everything was just right, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop, right when I felt the moment stop glass shattered on the white cloth everybody moved on

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tklpilled · 3 years

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affectionate

summary: wilbur initiates lots of physical contact with his friends.

a/n: (and ranboo doesn’t know how to ask for it. thats the fic). one day my one word titles will get old and i’ll start using song lyrics

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Ranboo very quickly learns after meeting him that Wilbur is rather affectionate.

He’s usually touching someone. It’s subtle most of the time, like sitting just close enough to Niki so that their shoulders brush together or him nudging Fundy with his leg. Other times it’s more direct; ruffling Tommy’s hair and wrapping his arm around Tubbo’s shoulder (or attempting to, at least, since Tubbo ducks away every time).

It makes the atmosphere feel very familiar, in some way. The only issue that Ranboo (selfishly, maybe) has is that none of it is directed at him. He knows it’s likely because Wilbur doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable, and he appreciates it, but still, he can’t help but be a little jealous.

They’re sitting in Wilbur’s studio, and they’re all talking about something that Ranboo is only half paying attention to. What does catch his attention, however, is sudden loud laughter.

Tommy squirms in Wilbur’s grasp, bubbly giggles pouring out of him as he shoves at the hands digging into the spaces between his ribs.

“ShihIHIT! Whahat did I dohoho?” he whines, shoving at the older man’s arms. Wilbur only grins, giving no response.

Ranboo looks on in amusement. No one else seems to be caring too much about it, which makes him think this is a regular occurrence.

It startles him when he hears his name. “RahAHANBOO!” Tommy begs. “HEHelp mehehe!”

“How do you expect me to do that?” he asks with a smile, although an idea does pop into his head. Hesitantly, and a bit experimentally, he reaches out to poke Wilbur’s side a few times.

It works. Wilbur jumps, letting himself be distracted just long enough for Tommy to get away.

Ranboo doesn’t stop, though. He continues to wiggle his fingers up and down Wilbur’s side and causes high pitched giggles to spill out from the man, until the musician grabs his wrists.

He looks up, an apology on the tip of his tongue before he notices Wilbur’s face.

His cheeks are slightly flushed (which is an accomplishment, Ranboo thinks. He made Wilbur flustered), but his eyes are only filled with mischief, and something about his smirk fills the teen’s stomach with butterflies.

“Ranboo,” he says in a voice that’s far too teasy for Ranboo’s liking. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Ranboo tries to stammer out some kind of response, but he can’t manage a complete sentence. Wilbur smiles for a moment, a genuine kind, and gently pushes Ranboo on the ground and sits on his thighs before he can scramble back up into a sitting position.

He doesn’t pin his arms up, which Ranboo is a little grateful for. Still, the situation is embarrassing, and he can tell his cheeks are already pink.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to prepare himself. Keyword being tries, as he still bursts into laughter as soon as he feels Wilbur’s fingers dancing over his sides.

“W- wahahait!” he giggles frantically, unsure whether he wants to hide his face or protect himself. “I’m sohohorry!”

“Are you sure? You’re laughing quite a bit. How can you be serious if you’re laughing?” Wilbur says doubtfully, but his expression makes it clear he’s just playing dumb.

“Becahause yohohou’re tihick— Wihihilbuhur!”

Wilbur begins scribbling on his stomach, his eyes lighting up in excitement at the louder laughter it produces. “Because I’m what? Because I’m tickling you? Are you a little ticklish, Ranboo?” he coos.

Ranboo wants to curl up in a hole out of embarrassment, and he’s grateful that no one seems to be paying any attention to them besides a few entertained glances. He can’t really bring himself to protest much, though. This is what he wanted, isn’t it?

He ignores the realisation that he doesn’t hate being tickled as much as he thinks he should. He blames it all on just liking the attention.

But still, as much as he enjoys it, he has a limit. Not being tickled in years has given him low stamina, and if Wilbur doesn’t stop focusing on this one spot just below his ribs that makes him squeal, he thinks he might die.

Desperately, he pleads, “SohOHOHOMEWHEhere ehehehelse!”

Wilbur pulls away, though the look on his face shows that he has no intention of stopping completely just yet.

“You only want me to move, then, not stop?” he teases. “Does that mean you like being tickled?”

If Ranboo’s face wasn’t bright red already, it certainly is now. “Shuhush!”

Wilbur hovers his hands by the teen’s sides, and Ranboo definitely does not squirm towards them. “Choose a spot.”

“Wh- what?”

He chuckles. “Well, you asked me to move, so you get to choose where.”

“Try his hips!” Tubbo’s voice calls out.

Ranboo’s eyes widen. “You trahahahaitor!” he cries. He brings his hands up to muffle his laughter, but they quickly shoot back down when Wilbur begins drilling small circles into his hips.

“You’re so ticklish,” Wilbur points out, as if it wasn’t obvious already.

The teasing combined with the terrible feeling at his hips flusters Ranboo more than he’d like to admit. He doesn’t think it can get any worse, at least.

And then he feels a hand squeeze right above his kneecap.

It can get worse, actually.

He turns his head to look, seeing Tommy sitting beside him with a fake innocent grin. Both of his best friends have betrayed him. A terrible day.

“NohOHO fahahair!”

It’s not long after when Ranboo’s bright laughter is reduced to almost entirely hiccups, which is Wilbur’s (and Tommy’s) sign to stop. Ranboo curls up, trying to regain his composure while still giggling at the remaining feeling.

“You both suhuck,” he grumbles. “I- I hehelped you!” He glares at Tommy.

Tommy giggles. “Yeah, but it was fun to watch.”

Wilbur, still with an adoring smile, runs a hand through his hair, which helps calms him down a considerable amount. Even if he does get a little too close to his neck sometimes.

Ranboo got his affection in the end, he supposes. And maybe he’d go through getting tickled half to death in order to get it again.

#time to never write again ever /j #my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #my writing #should i start tagging these #lee!ranboo #ler!wilbur #and slightly #ler!tommy #some lee tommy and wilbur i guess too

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thishintoflove · 3 years

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“I Think He Knows” - A Kingsman Fanfic

TSwift Songfic Week Day 5

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x M!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit (Pining, dirty talk, hand jobs, oral sex)

A/N: I feel like there’s a lack of M/M in the Pedro cinematic universe fandom, so here’s some bisexual Whiskey having a good time with a fellow male agent.

Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are paired together for an out-of-state mission. On your last night, your pining and his flirting finally come to a head.

I think he knows his hands around

A cold glass

Make me wanna know that body

Like it's mine

The mission was long but you were finally finished with it. Three weeks in Dallas were more than enough for you, and you were looking forward to getting home to your own bed and your own office in Kentucky. You were aching for the privacy it offered, after spending almost a month sharing a hotel room with your fellow agent. This time you’d been paired up with Agent Whiskey, and because of that you were glad the trip was almost over.

It’s not because Agent Whiskey- Jack - was incapable. Quite the opposite. He was extremely efficient and good at his job but he was also… extremely attractive. Which was a huge distraction.

You took pride in being a capable agent but Jack and his pretty face compromised that. You’ve never been in a situation like this before. Lusting over your coworker felt extremely unprofessional, but it was impossible to ignore him. He was an in-your-face kind of guy, always butting in with a comment or joke, always using his body as a weapon. He’d lounge around your shared hotel room in nothing but a thin towel, his wet hair draped across his forehead, and you swear he did it on purpose. The man knew how attractive he was and he obviously loved flaunting it.

He was tall and tan, with soft brown hair, a pair of beautiful round eyes that seemed to sparkle with amusement, and a smile that made your knees weak. The downside was that his smile made just about everyone weak. You were living in your own personal hell. Every single day having to watch Jack be attractive without even trying, and then watch as everyone in his vicinity tried to flirt with him. Tonight he was wearing a black leather jacket and extremely tight jeans, looking more like a movie star than an undercover agent. The man could pull off anything. It’s actually unfair.

You were out at some dive bar, celebrating the end to a successful mission before flying home tomorrow. It was Jack’s idea of course, but you’d agreed because you needed a stiff drink after these three long weeks and honestly you couldn’t say no to him.

“Another round, kid?”

You glanced up and saw him staring at you, a twinkle in his bright eyes. His hand gripped his empty whiskey glass and you eyed your own half-full drink. You couldn’t throw it back like him.

“I’m good for now,” you answered.

He nodded and slapped you on the shoulder as he stood up, “I’ll get you another one anyway. You better finish that by the time I get back.”

You sighed as you watched him walk away. His ass looked fantastic in those jeans. All the training and harsh exercise routines that Champ put the team through really worked for him. No wonder he could get any pretty thing he wanted.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have turned his affections on someone else. You groaned, your eyes never wavering from where Jack stood. He was currently making small talk with the pretty brunette bartender. He was giving her the full Whiskey treatment- gazing at her with those soft, mocha-colored puppy dog eyes and giving her a charming half-grin. Watching him flirt was simultaneously entertaining and torturous. He threw his head back, laughing at some dumb joke the bartender must have said, and you almost growled out loud as you hungrily stared at his neck.

Stupid horny bastard.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

No one understands

You were getting really sick of hiding your partial hard-ons and jacking off in the cold shower, but everything the man did was hot. The deep voice and accent alone were enough to get you going on most days. God, you hadn’t felt like this since high school.

If Jack noticed you staring or caught on to the fact that you took extra long showers, he didn’t say anything. You were openly out at the agency and your sexuality wasn’t a secret. When you first joined the Statesmen, you felt you had something to prove at work, as if you had to demonstrate your masculinity by keeping up with the largest members of the team. But you’ve excelled in your role for years now and you were beyond proving yourself at this point. You were just glad that Agent Whiskey wasn’t one of the people who cared that you liked men.

In fact, he treated you just like he treated everyone-- this meant he wasn’t shy about flirting and teasing you. Sometimes it seemed like he was coming onto you, but you had to remind yourself that he was like that with everyone-- you weren’t special and there was no way he was actually interested.

Before falling asleep each night, you’d listen to Jack’s soft snores and run scenarios through your head of every possible way that you could share your feelings. You thought about all of the things you could say, and all of the ways Jack could react. It was agonizing but your analytical mind couldn’t stop. You wished you had the courage to just ask him out. The worst that could happen is he’d say ‘no’ and maybe request to never work with you again, but then at least you’d be free of him.

Wanna see what's under that attitude

Like, I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

A loud laugh suddenly interrupted your thoughts and you looked over to the bar again. The bartender was giggling and grasping at Jack’s arm. The sight made your stomach turn, and you made a quick decision to get out of there before you had to watch them start making out over the bar.

You stepped up next to Jack and finally drew his attention away from the girl.

“Hey, hold off on my drink. I’m gonna head out,” you told him.

“What? Come on now, it’s so early!”

“Yeah. I just don’t really feel like hanging out anymore. I’ll see you back there.”

Before Jack could respond, you threw down some cash on the bar and turned away. You were already across the floor and on your way out the door when a hand on your arm stopped you.

“Hey. Are you pissed at me or something?”

“No,” you muttered, trying to ignore the shot of arousal you felt when he grabbed you, “I just don’t feel like sitting in the corner, watching you flirt with some chick.”

You tried to turn away from him, but Jack let out a quiet “ohhh” of understanding. His grip on your arm tightened.

“We’ve been on this mission for weeks now, and on our last night you finally decide to say something?” Jack laughed, turning you around so you were facing him again. He invaded your personal space, ducking his head and trailing his nose along your neck and jaw.

“What?” you asked, confused because he couldn’t possibly mean...

“You're so slow, that’s what,” Jack mumbled, his lips tracing along your neck. It felt amazing, but... was Jack- your fellow agent and known womanizer- really nuzzling your neck right now?

“I'm confused, are you really into this?” you asked again, trying to hold back a moan. Jack pulled away and looked at you with huge eyes.

“God, you’re an idiot. I've been sending you obvious signs, makin’ eyes at you and showing off what I got, and now I'm literally biting your neck, and you're still asking?” Jack said incredulously. You searched his face and saw eyes that were filled with desperation and lust.

“I just assumed…”

“I like it both ways, kid. Is that clear enough for you?”

He then took one step forward and kissed you fully on the lips. There was only a moment of shock before you melted into the kiss, pressing your bodies closer and running your hands over Jack’s shoulders and back. All of your worries disappeared then. You didn't feel the terrible anxiety that constantly filled you with dread. Your mind stopped frantically thinking about every possible worst case scenario. Everything stopped. There was only Jack.

“Oh ohhhh right. Yeah I’m an idiot,” you quietly mumbled against his lips, “Want to go back to the hotel?”

“Fuckin’ finally,” he replied with a grin.

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

So where we gonna go?

I whisper in the dark

You weren’t sure how you made it back to the hotel so quickly, but as soon as you tumbled through the door, Jack had you pinned to the bed underneath him. His hands roamed all over your torso, and he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside before quickly doing the same to his own. The room was filled with your little whimpers every time Jack ground his hips against yours. You stared up at him, his lips swollen and red bitten and eyes blown with lust, and you were positive that you looked just as debauched. He looked just as beautiful hovering over you as you’d always imagined, and you wanted to feel him everywhere.

“More,” you whined, canting your hips up into Jack’s.

He groaned and trailed his hands down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipples, causing a moan to slip from your mouth. He continued his journey down until he reached the fly of your jeans.

“Lift up,” Jack mumbled, leaning in to kiss your neck as he tried to tug your pants down. You obeyed and soon your pants and your boxers were off, leaving you completely exposed.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned, his fingers barely brushing over your erection, “You’re even prettier than I thought, darlin’.”

You groaned, pushing your body closer to Jack’s. As his hand slowly learned the feel of your cock, your own hands wandered all over his body. From his strong shoulders to his muscular back, to his waist, his hips, his thick thighs. You slipped one hand into his jeans to grab his ass, finally getting the chance to touch the part of Jack’s body you’d fantasized about the most. You could feel his clothed erection rubbing against your thigh as Jack continued steadily stroking your cock.

“Jack,” you whimpered, gazing into his dark, lust-filled eyes. You were barely able to control your thoughts properly since Jack’s pace was getting quicker and way too distracting. He grinned down at you.

“This good, baby? You want it a little rougher?” he asked, a groan slipping from his lips as you squeezed his ass in response.

Jack pushed forward and kissed you harder this time, moving his hand faster along your cock. Then he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and nipping all your sensitive spots. Suddenly he bit down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder, following it up with a long lick with his wide tongue. That show of possessiveness was enough to push you right to the edge. You cried out as pleasure tore through you, coming in ropes all over Jack’s large hand. You gasped for breath, your chest rising and falling as your head lolled against the pillows.

Jack hovered over you, continuing to kiss your neck and upper chest as you came down from your high. “I’ve been told I’m good with my hands, can I get a confirmation on that, darlin'?“ he asked with a cocky grin.

Your eyes blinked open and you smirked at him. “You’ve got the confirmation all over your hand.”

“Ooooh, so he’s mouthy all of a sudden. Guess I just had to get you in bed to see the sassy side of you, huh?” Jack tutted.

“I’ll show you mouthy,” you muttered, blushing at the stupid euphemism even as you trailed a line of kisses down Jack’s sternum and belly.

When you reached the top of his jeans, you surprised your fellow agent by flipping him over and yanking his pants down in one fluid motion. Jack growled at the switch, but when you took his cock into your mouth, he gasped and surged forward. You enjoyed the desperate moan he made as you swallowed him completely, his hips bucking into your mouth. But you wanted to take your time with this. You grasped his hip bone with one hand and held him down, before pulling off his cock and moving to lightly lick his balls. Jack was making beautiful, desperate noises and you loved the idea that this strong, confident agent was falling apart because of you. You smiled against him and swiped your tongue along the bottom of his shaft before taking him fully into your mouth again.

“Holy hell, you’re fuckin’ amazing,“ Jack groaned as you bobbed up and down on his cock, “I’m so close-”

You sucked harder and reached your other hand down to fondle his balls again as Jack thrust into your mouth. Soon he was arching forward and shouting your name. You let him come in your mouth, swallowing his seed down like it was another shot at the bar.

When you looked up at Jack from between his legs, you grinned. He had his head tilted back, one hand thrown across his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When he felt your eyes on him, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile.

“Damn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you cut him off, “Even better than I imagined.”

“So you imagined it, huh?”

Unable to control the urge any longer, you leaned forward and pulled Jack into a sweet, affectionate kiss. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and you could feel him grinning the whole time. When you finally pulled back, he was still smiling but he also looked a bit confused.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he asked.

“I was convinced you were straight. I’ve been a fucking mess trying to decide if I should say something or not,” you replied.

Jack hummed and reached for you, but you chuckled and pulled away.

“You need a shower,” you said, “Then we can talk some more.”

“Only if you join me, sugar...”

I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

#agent whiskey #jack daniels #kingsman golden circle #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfiction tag

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 3 years

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happy getting hitched day! 1.9k, (sort of) ft. this

Most days of the year, Sam's the optimist.

It doesn't usually fall on Dean to keep the spirits up in times of war anymore. Or worse, loss. And Dean, well, he thinks himself as enough of an in-the-moment kinda guy to not wallow when everything's not going to shit, right friggin' then.

Sam, on the other hand?

Beacon of light when there's a little Hell to raise, harbinger of hope when there's a God to defeat.

And losing his shit entirely when there's an aisle to walk down, leading to the girl of his dreams and the best decision of his life.

"Dean."

Dean fusses around Sam in compact little semicircles fixing his already perfect tux, while his brother panics in a way Dean only remembers from before the kid stopped having to look up at Dean.

But he's looking down at Dean now, wide-eyed and sweaty like the very first time Dean saw him off on a date when he was fourteen — with supple, bullshit eighteen-year-old advice, he bets — and thirty eight year old Sammy is, clear as day, losing his shit.

"Yeah?" Dean channels all the calm he's got into it.

"What if I forget my vows?"

"Well," Dean lifts his eyebrows, and picks up a linen thread from Sam's shoulder that caught his eye. "First of all, would kinda serve you right for writing six pages worth of them."

"Stop being a —"

"Front and back, Sammy. Front and back."

"Dean." Sam glares, more indignant than mad. Dean rolls his eyes, and Sam continues, replacing the look immediately with a troubled one that reflects the dilemma in his voice. "I mean, I've learned them, of course. At least I think I have — I practised twice last night, once this morning — but what's to stop me from fumbling, or forgetting —"

"Your gigantic nerd brain?"

"This is serious." Sam frowns, levelling another look at Dean like he's the one with the stellar proverbial cold feet. "Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean throws back immediately, and pauses in his shuffling around for effect. "Also, no. No, it isn't." And Sam goes to argue with a bitchface already surfacing, but Dean keeps going, sterner, more confident. This is something he's been doing all his life. He can probably talk the kid down from a panic high like this in his sleep. "And you're going to stop being a dumbass, and listen to what I'm saying."

"'M not a dumbass." Sam mutters.

"Yeah, you are." Dean shrugs, completely nonchalant, and Sam laughs in spite of himself, nervous, but a welcome improvement as he waits for Dean to proceed. (Big brother voice never lets Dean down.)

He's still got it.

"Here's what you're going to do. You're going to get out there," Dean continues, smiling now. "You're going to hold Eileen's hand while the minister marries you. And approximately ten to fifty minutes later, when he asks you to, you're going to look into her eyes, and you're going to say your vows. All stupid six pages of them, verbatim, 'cause I know you, and you're going to that's why."

"They're not stupid."

Dean hums in consideration, then smirks. "There's bravery in acceptance. They probably are."

"Cas called them exquisite." Sam crosses his arms, and Dean uses the opportunity to pick up a hair from his sleeve with a disapproving look.

(Dean had offered to give him a haircut seventeen times and gotten turned down, and now Sam was shedding.)

"Yeah, well, he's a walking-talking scrabble board with good manners, what is he supposed to do?" Dean rolls his eyes but instead of the expected response of Sam snarking back at him, bitchfacing him or something, Sam sighs.

The air thickens with something that's probably a bigger deal than having to wing a couple paragraphs of page three of the vows.

Dean watches Sam fidget with the buttons on his cuff.

"How did you know, Dean?" Sam asks, subdued, after a pause. "How did you know that Cas wasn't — that Cas wasn't making a horribly wrong decision."

Dean's almost halfway to making a joke about the other shoe but he stops himself.

Because this?

This, he gets.

This feeling of thinking — knowing — you're not good enough, that you aren't right for the one you love, that you're somehow deceiving everything that your life has stood as proof of, in allowing someone else to bind themselves to you, forever, when you know that everyone who's ever meant something to you has lost, and died, and hurt.

And that is exactly why he also knows what to say.

"Because I trust him, Sammy."

Sam's eyes start glazing over. "I trust her too. I just, I'm just so scared —"

Dean winces at his words.

(That's Sam, but it's Sam in Dean's shoes. It was Dean's job — for better or for worse — to keep him safe. And he's failed, failed repeatedly, and now Sam — well, he's as broken as Dean.)

"I love her too much for anything to go wrong, Dean, and something — no, everything, always goes wrong." Sam grits his teeth, and Dean puts his hand on Sam's shoulder.

Squeezes. "I get it. I swear to you, I do. But I also promise that you might regret the things we've done, and the things that have been done to us, but you're never going to regret this."

Sam nods jerkily, eyes downcast.

"And I get being scared. Hell, I was more scared than you the entire week, dude. But you know how — and why, I pushed through?" Sam looks up again. "Because at the end of all of this, there's something more important than the promises of eternal happiness, and forever, and the Celine Dion lyrics I know you've stuffed in your vows. There's them. The ones we love."

Dean swallows.

"And who love us too, because our fucked up heads be damned, I've seen the way she looks at you, Sammy." Sam's face breaks into a small, wet smile. "So you better believe she does."

"I do." Sam slowly nods, again, eyes brimmed with tears.

(Probably about to start spilling. The only consolation for Dean is that at least his tears don't fall. Means as long as he doesn't mind a blurry view of everything, he might as well ignore their existence like he means it.)

"There, was that so hard?" Dean laughs instead, although it's weak until Sam joins in, surprised, and only then registering the words he just spoke.

"Thank you, Dean."

Is all he says, and anything Dean might've wished to say (or wisecrack) back at him is dismissed immediately because he's being pulled into a full Winchester hug by his door-sized little brother, and all he can do then is hold onto Sam as tight as he's holding him, and hold on.

(Because they made it.

They found free will, they found love, and they found their happy ending.)

Because Sammy's getting married today.

And they don't just get to be okay anymore. They get to be happy.

Sam doesn't pull back from the hug for at least a whole minute, but Dean doesn't mind, because the tears welling up in his eyes are gone when he finally smiles at Dean, earnest. "I'm —" He starts to say, but gets interrupted by Cas walking up to them with a cluster of carnations in his hand, wearing a rich navy blue tux (the same as Dean's) and a wide smile.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything," Cas beams, knowing exactly what he walked in on, and Sam shakes his head courteously while Dean battles the weirdly overwhelming need to kiss him right there — Cas is almost ridiculously beautiful when he's happy.

(He doesn't, though.

Cause he and Sam may've just had a moment but it's not like that means he'd be any less likely to be a pain in the ass about urgently requiring brain bleach and therapy, if Dean did.)

Cas carries on.

"Actually, Eileen's friend, Cara, brought her flowers and she suggested I should bring some to you."

"A corsage." Dean realizes out loud, beginning to grin at once, while Sam resorts to ducking his head like an overgrown teenage girl on her way to prom. Doesn't mean that Dean absolutely doesn't put on his best chickflick Dad voice (after he's taken over pinning the flowers to Sam's pocket from Cas, cause he was doing it wrong) and pat the corsage when he says, "Get 'er home by ten."

"The dynamics of that are all wrong." Sam points out with a traditional Sam smirk, and yeah, he's okay.

"The dynamics of your face are all wrong."

"Great comeback, yeah." Sam snorts, and Cas smiles. "Points for effort. I think."

"Whatever, you're the one wearing flowers right now."

"Dean, you wore an ascot on our wedding day."

"Ascot trumps flowers!"

"No, it doesn't." Sam bitchfaces, and Dean turns to Cas, and —

"No, it doesn't."

And Sam lets out a victorious "Hah!", and high-fives a (only slightly) confused looking Cas before pulling him into a sasquatch-sized hug as well, while Dean rewards the entire ordeal with a heartfelt eyeroll and absolutely doesn't look on at two of the most important people in his life while he pretends to be bristled about being ganged up against on his special day as Best Man.

Cas and Sam separate sooner than Dean and he did, and just in time for Jack to poke his head out the church door and remind them they're ready.

Then, Cas leaves to get Eileen, with another big smile and a signed Congratulations at Sam, and a fleeting cheek-kiss for Dean.

Then, Sam and Dean get in position behind the door and Sam refixes his tie.

(Then, Dean has to stage-whisper "Jack!" about seven times before the kid realizes he's being cued — the band had just started playing, he makes it a point to try to explain to Dean afterwards — and the great, wooden doors finally swing open to reveal a beautiful white aisle, and dozens of their friends and family smiling from both sides of it.)

And then, Dean finally walks the kid he's raised and the brother he's saved the World with countless times, down the aisle.

(Sam only messes up once in his vows. It's the last verse of Thank You, by Celine Dion.

Rumor has it, it was intentional.

Something about the first time they met.

Dean tells Sam, "You're welcome", the next time he sees him.)

#happy saileen day #dean winchester pov #i just wanted to write a nervous sam before walking down the aisle scene and it turned into an actual fic from dean's point of view so —#saileen wedding #sam winchester being sam winchester #eileen leahy #deancas #background destiel #bluefirecas #userpris #usersila #holmesemrys #tearsofgrace #userstarry #rambleoncas #userdori #oh writing my writing

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cuddlesslut · 3 years

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Part Eight: Hope

Atsumu x fem reader , Suna x fem Reader, Hinata x Fem reader

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long to put out this chapter I’m gunna try to do better on posting faster. I’ve had a lot of stuff happening irl. I love see so many of your write in for the poll 😂 I did not expect Sakusa to pop off! I hope y’all like this chapter. Again it’s still kind of short but I wanted to get it posted. Also you can’t convince me Hinata doesn’t use an all in one cleanser!

Warning: crude language, not much angst, some fluff.

Part Seven: Regrets

Hinata stared at his phone questioning whether he should message you again. It had been four days since you ran out of his apartment. You had yet to respond to any of his texts. As concerned as he is he knows no good will come from spamming you. Although he wants nothing more than for you too talk to him. He was so confused where you both stood. But he was sure of one thing, and that was that things couldn’t go back to the way they were before. He can’t go back to pushing down his feelings and pretending he doesn’t want to be more. That he didn’t want to call you his and show you off to the world. To take you out on dates try new experiences and make memories with you. He can’t keep acting like he doesn’t dream of waking up to you in his arms every morning. He wants to be there with you every step in life and support you no matter what. He wants to show you that you are the most amazing woman he’s ever known. As much as the sex is amazing it’s not worth holding back anymore. He knows you may still not be ready for a relationship and he wouldn’t think about pressuring you into one after how horribly your last ended, he’d gladly wait for you to be ready but he has to be honest with his feelings instead of torturing himself.

The sound of his alarm snapped him out of his daze. Time to get ready for practice, he groaned pulling himself from the comfort of his bed before heading to the shower to start his day. He shuffled in the bathroom hooking up his phone to his Bluetooth speaker starting up with morning playlist beginning his morning routine. He loved jamming in the shower. He turned the water on letting the heat build as he brushed his teeth before climbing into the steaming shower bopping his head to the beat of silhouette by Kana-boon having to refrain himself from attempting to naruto running in the slippery bath. He stood there for a moment enjoying the heat hitting his back and loosening his muscles. Losing himself in the music as he grabbed his three in one, body wash, shampoo and conditioner. He scrubbed his hair and body screaming the lyrics to the next song. “Sawaras nai kimi wa shojo wa na no Boku wa yarichinbitchi no osu da yo !!,” he was jamming out when the song was interrupted by the sound of a notification. He thought nothing of it figuring it was just Bokuto-San. When the chimes continue his curiosity won out as he peeked out passed the curtain still covered in bubbles to see who was spamming his phone. His eyes grew wide as he saw your name lighting up his notifications. He rushed for his phone loosing his balance and slamming the shower wall to keep himself from falling on his ass as he scrambled out still dripping and soapy as he stood in bathroom unlocking his phone.

YN-Chan 🧡: Hey Shoyo

YN-Chan🧡: you’re usually up by now so I thought I’d message you to say I’m soo soo sorry for how I ran out the other day.

YN-Chan🧡: honestly I should have messaged you days ago but I’ve just been dealing with a lot . It’s no excuse but still I’m sorry.

YN-Chan 🧡: look I totally understand if you don’t want talk to me after how I acted but if you do I was hoping we could get together and talk?

Hinata could see the text bubble at the bottom showing she was typing but he wasted no time pulling up the call button needing to here your voice. It rang two times before connecting. His heart clinched hearing your soft hello.

“Hey Sho,” you answered.

“Hey there YN-Chan,” he greeted back.

He could here a sense of nervousness in your tone. “Hey sorry if interrupted anything.” He realized how hard he was breathing from excitement and from nearly dying trying to escape his shower.

“Oh no no, its fine I wasn’t busy,” he feigned nonchalance. There was a beat of silence as you both searched for words.

“Umm you had said you wanted to talk?” He questioned. He was really concerned for why you ran off that day.

“Oh yeah but I’d much rather talk in person, is there anyway we could get together soon I understand if you’re busy,”

“I’m free tonight,” he cursed himself for how desperate he sounded, “uhh do you want to come over tonight?”

You chuckled at his eagerness. “If it’s okay with you maybe we could go out... to like dinner maybe,” his heart froze his mind reeling with excitement you had never gone out before. Always just opting to have food delivered and eating in. He couldn’t help but let his hopes rise.

“I know it’s not what we usually do so I get if you’re uncomfor-”

“I’d love to!” He cuts you off. Not wanting to miss this chance.

“A-awesome um is 7:30 good for you?” You questioned.

“Yep!” He could feeling his heart soaring as the plans started to solidify.

“Great well I’ll message you all of the details later, bye Sho umm I’ll see you tonight.”

“Goodbye YN-Chan, can’t wait!” He heard a small laugh leave your lips before the line disconnected. There is a wide smile spread across his face as leaning against the wall next to him not even upset that his shower water was now starting to run cold.

Hinata’s day was instantly better with thought of seeing you tonight the Idea of having a date with you filled him with joy. Everyone could see the difference in the outside hitter today compared to the last few practices. It’s was like he was in the zone. He was all over the court making the cleanest receives and his spikes were just so on point. It was time for there first water break and stretch. He sat on the bench taking a gulp of water a big smile present on his face when he checks his phone to see a message with a restaurant address. His teammates shared a look at the way the ginger stared at his phone.

“What’s got you so happy Hinata?” Sakusa questioned.

“Yeah Sho you’ve been on fire today plus you won’t stop smiling at your phone!” Bokuto boasted wrapping an arm around his newest teammate.

“That obvious huh?” Hinata grinned. “Well uhh the girl I’ve been talking to wants to go on a date tonight!”

“Oh yeah?” Atsumu smirked “the same girl that’s been marking up yer back recently?” Bokuto and the Setter busted into laughter when Hinata’s faced turned red. Sakusa rolled his eye at the childish behavior.

“Uh haha yeah that’s the one,” he chuckled rubbing the back of his head.

“Well if you’re already fuckin her why are you getting all giddy over a date?” The setter asked

“We’ve actually never been on date before,” Hinata admitted.

“Damn Sho, first date! Why’d you wait so long dude?” Bo wondered.

“Really Hinata-Kun I didn’t take you for the casual sex type,” Sakusa stated

“She’s a friend but I’ve like her pretty much since we met but she’s just not ready for a relationship,” he explains “ she has some bad history but we kept fooling around as friends. I’m so excited cause she asked if I wanted to get dinner so I’m hoping maybe she’s starting to open up to the idea.”

“Ha well good luck then bro,” Bokuto smacked him on the back laughing. The rest of them agreed in the well wishes before the whistle blew signaling the end of their break.

They resumed their intense training. Right now focusing on their serves and some indurance training. The coaches were wearing them out today going over and over drills. Soon enough they were in the locker room showering up a bit and changing as they got ready for their lunch break before they’d have to return to practice. The locker room filled with chatter as they discussed different plays they wanted to work on or where they wanted to grab lunch. There conversation was interrupted when one of the coaching assistants poked their head in.

“Miya-San your fiancé is here to see you, she waiting by the gym entrance.” He stated before turning to leave. All eyes were on the setter when he dropped his phone a look of shock present on his face. His mind was going a mile a minute he was so sure he miss heard the man . There was no way you were here. He stood up rushing to finish getting dressed. There was a pressure in the room he was ignoring some of his teammates sharing a confused look.

“I didn’t know you had a Fiancé Tsumu?” Hinata asked excitedly as the team started following behind the setter.

“That’s because he doesn’t,” Sakusa stated bitterly. Atsumu shot a dirty look back at the wing spiker.

“She left him months ago before you joined the team Shoyo-Kun, she’s are really nice girl though always brought us the best snacks when she’d visit,” Bokuto explained his hungry mind straying as he thought back to her delicious cooking.

“Oh I’m sorry Atsumu,” Hinata apologized.

“Don’t he deserved it,” Sakusa scoffed.

The setter paid no mind to comment there was no point in getting angry with the neat freak he was completely right. It didn’t matter at the moment what mattered was seeing you. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing there. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. You were looking at your hands picking at your nails. He could see you were nervous. So was he. What was he supposed to say he knew he owed you an apology and much more but it felt like he couldn’t breath looking at you. You looked up at him your eyes locking. There was a look he couldn’t quite pin point. It wasn’t exactly a look of hated which it was what he expected but it also nothing like the looks of love he used to receive. He didn’t even realize the boys had stopped behind him watching the scene. His eyes only focused on you and nothing else.

That is until he hears a sharp breath from behind him as Hinata called out your name. Bokuto and Sakusa’s eyes snapped to the ginger some confusion present. Atsumu however didn’t look away from you not even when you gaze shifted from the setter to his teammate. This look in your eyes he could distinguish. It was one you used to look at him with. It shattered Atsumu as he realized right then you were the woman Hinata had been talking about. It obvious when he saw a similar look of happiness on Shoyo’s face. It felt like a kick to the gut. An array of emotions swirling through his mind. He was hurt to think you moved on. Disgusted as he thought back to his earlier convo with the man and how they had discussed the scratches on his friends back and now realizing how they were from you. He felt like he was going to puke thinking of his teammate with you in that intimate way. But he knew he had no right to feel this way not after all he put you through so he pushed those emotions deep inside. Returning to the moment.

“Hi Sho,” you gave a small smile as you shuffled nervously in your spot.

“I thought we were getting dinner? We can switched to lunch if you need to tho.” He stated.

Sakusa and Bokutos eyes grew wide finally coming to the same conclusion the setter previously had. Sakusa had to stifle a laugh as Bo muttered “oh shit” under his breath at the awkward situation.

“Um actually Shoyo, I’d still like to get dinner with you. I know this must seem really confusing, and I promise to explain everything tonight, but uhh.. I actually here to see Miya-San.” You explain sheepishly.

Atsumu tried not to flinch at the use of his last name.

You turned to the blonde with a stoic face. “Can we get lunch, we really need to talk.” He nodded not knowing how to use his voice.

You turned back to Hinata with a pleasing look. “I’ll call you later before our date, Sho.” Before turning to leave with Tsumu.

Hinata may be beyond confused right now not yet connecting the dots. But that didn’t matter he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping. Date. It’s a date. He wasn’t overthinking or wishing hopefully. It was an actual date with you! The woman he can’t get out of his mind. And that one little comfort was enough for him to trust the situation as he watched you walk away.

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Sparks Pt. 5

It has taken me forever but I finally updated Sparks! I’m sorry for making y’all wait so long but I’ve been busy with other stuff and I keep starting series before I finish the first one (I need to stop doing that). I know it’s been a while, if you need to reread the old ones they are all linked in my masterlist, it’s pinned on my page! Anyway I hope y’all like it!

You can read Part 4 Here

Summary:

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff

Word Count: 2298

The ride there was an experience to say the least. Scott drove which meant Jean got shotgun, the rest of you were piled into the backseat. Kurt kept hitting Jubilee in the face with his tail, her hair blew into your face every time the breeze hit, and you were so cramped that you were practically sitting on Peter’s lap. Peter was thankful you couldn't move to turn around, or else you would see how red his face was. He was sitting extremely still too scared to even move. Because if you moved even an inch over, he knew his leather pants wouldn't hide what would form. Scott looked at you guys through the rear view mirror, flashing you a cocky smile. “You guys comfortable?” Jubilee flipped him off while the rest of you grumbled out a no. He laughed and turned back to face the road.

Scott pulled up to a diner and parked, hoping out to open the door for Jean. Kurt wiggled his arm free and opened the door causing you guys to fall out of the backseat. Jubilee fell onto Kurt’s back and Peter ended up falling on you, he caught himself with his hands, you guys inches from one another. You watched his eyes dart down to look at your lips before glancing back up to meet your eyes. You smirked up at him. “If you’re going to pull something like that, at least buy me dinner first.”

Peter felt his face heat up and he started to sputter. You laughed at his flustered state and after a moment he did as well. He liked how casual you were about this and how you were able to joke to ease the tension. He smirked back down at you. “Well maybe after I do buy you dinner we can continue this.” It was your turn to get embarrassed.

“Really guys?” You both looked up to see Jubilee standing with her arms crossed. “Right in front of Kurt.” Kurt was covering his face out of respect for you two and shielding himself behind her. You both turned red and scrambled to get out of the car. Peter let you get up and then hopped out of the backseat behind you. Jubilee pulled you to the back of the group with her and gave your arm a squeeze. “He likes you.”

Peter glanced back at the two of you in between bugging Scott and Jean. He saw you and Jubilee talking in hushed voices and giggling with one another. He felt himself gulp, something told him you guys were talking about him. He caught your eye and whipped his head back around, hoping you didn't catch him staring.

Scott made his way to the front of the group to announce where you were but Peter hip bumped him out of the way. Scott cussed and Peter just sent him a wink and a smile. He turned back to face the group, his eyes locked on you. “Welcome to our favorite diner, Gus’ Games and Grub.” Peter stood at the front of the group his arms held wide open, showing off the diner. You felt yourself smile as you looked around the place, there was an arcade attached to the restaurant, with a prize cabinet and about a million blinking lights and sounds.

“This place is awesome.” Peter watched as you took it all in, his heart swelling at the fact he was able to impress you with his favorite diner.

“So do you guy wanna do for dinner, do you wanna split a pizza or get-”

“Let’s play.” Peter said, cutting off Scott.

“The whole reason we came here was for dinner.”

“No, it was to have fun.” Peter smirked. “Something you wouldn't know anything about.”

“Ooooo.” Jubilee responded as her eyes darted back and forth between the boys.

Scott surged forward but Jean used her powers to stop him, pulling him back towards her by the collar of his sports jacket.

“You guys are acting like children. There is an easy way to decide this.”

“You’re right Jean, battle to the death it is.” Jean rolled her eyes at Peter’s comment.

“Let’s just take a vote. Who wants to eat first?” Jubilee, Kurt, Scott and Jean all raised their hands. “Who wants to play the arcade first?” Peter's hand shot in the air, he sent you a wide smile when he saw you agreeing with him. “Sorry Peter, looks like we’re eating first.” Jean turned toward the counter and Scott sent him a condensing smirk behind her back. Peter stuck his tongue out in response. He didn't care that he lost the vote, he had you on his side.

Dinner was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances. You and Peter kept trying to catch each other’s eye from opposite sides of the booth. He had wanted to sit next to you but Jubilee had beat him to it and she refused to move. As soon as you finished eating Peter slid into the booth next to you as Jubilee got up to throw the trash away. He slung his arm behind the booth and you scooted closer to him, making him blush. He leaned down and gently moved his hand to cup the back of your neck. “Wanna go have some fun.”

“What kind of fun is Maximoff?” You teased, loving the way it made him flush red.

“The best kind there is.” Peter sped off you with you, ditching the other guys as you made your way to the arcade. Peter stood near a dancing machine game and held his hand out towards you with a slight bow. “May I have this dance?”

You curtsied back at him. “Of course.”

You hopped up on the dance floor as Peter put coins in the machine. He used the buttons to scroll through the songs, he stuck his tongue out in concentration trying to find just the right one. He made his selection and joined you on the mini stage. The music started playing and you felt your smile widen. “Oh my god I love this song!”

“Me too!”

You guys turned back to the screen and started to dance, doing your best to coordinate with the colorful arrows on screen. But it was hard to pay attention when you both were too busy looking at one another and singing the lyrics back and forth. You saw Jubilee approaching the machine out of the corner of your eye. She leaned on the bar behind you, Kurt and the others not too far behind. “I was wondering where you guys went.”

“We went to totally dominate this game.” Peter bragged as he scored three bads in a row on the game.

“I can see that.” Jubilee watched as the song ended and the screen showed off your guys' score. It was ranked a D- with a 22% accuracy.

“Man you’re bad at this.” Scott said.

“What like you could do better?” Peter scoffed as he hopped off the stage offering you his hand. You took it and hopped off as well.

“Watch me.” Scott and Jean took your guys places on the game and inserted the coins to play. You and Peter watched with your mouths hanging open as they scored perfect on every step. The song came to an end and they stared at you guys with matching smirks.

“Okay you so totally did better than us.” You admitted. Peter just grumbled out an agreement.

“Because we are better.” Scott remarked.

“Wanna bet?” Peter asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“What kind of bet?”

“Not again.” Jean muttered.

“Whoever wins the biggest prize by the time the place closes gets the keys to your car for the rest of the week.” Peter smirked.

“What do I get?” Scott asked, hesitation in his voice.

“I don’t know what do you want?”

Scott scrunched his face up in concertation for a moment before he answered. Knowing exactly what he wanted if he won. “If I win I get your pac-man machine.”

Peter’s eyes widened, you could see him weighing the risks in his mind. He glanced over at you. He wanted the car so he could ask you out on a date, he wanted to do it right, with a car instead of speeding you somewhere. You gave him a smile and that made up his mind. He turned back to face Scott, a challenging look in his eyes. “I’ll take that bet.”

“Okay so how are we going to do this? Teams?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“So it’ll be me and Jean, you and (y/n) and Kurt and Jubilee.”

“What? Why are we playing? And why do I get Kurt?” Jubilee asked with her arms crossed.

“Hey!” Kurt whined.

“Sorry.”

“It’s more interesting if we all play.” Scott said.

“Plus it’s not like you guys are going to win, it’s either going to me or Scott.” Peter joked and Scott nodded in agreement.

“Really?” Jubilee narrowed her eyes. “We’ll see about that. Come on Kurt.” With that they were gone. Now it was time for the games to begin.

Peter and you sprinted over to the skeeball machines. He put a coin in each one and sped back and forth throwing the ball down the lane, getting the highest scoring points each time. You collected all the tickets, your heart pumping full of adrenaline. You played all the games you could while Peter ran around the arcade beating all the games and winning all the tickets. They made an announcement over the loudspeaker that they would be closing in five minutes, so you and Peter finished off your games and made your way to the counter. Jean and Scott were already there, their ticket pile paled in comparison to yours. Peter opened his mouth to mock them but Jean held up her hand and pointed to the right. You turned and saw Jubilee and Kurt sitting on top of the prize counter. She had three different pairs of sunglasses on and Kurt had about a million scrunchies wrapped around his tail. They were both drinking slurpees, a giant stuffed pink gorilla by their feet. Jubilee lowered her glasses as she took a long sip of her drink. ‘’’Sup losers.”

Peters was gaping at them, glancing back and forth between the giant gorilla and them. “I- huh.. How? WHAT?”

Jubilee held her arms out and slung one around Kurt. “We won.”

“How?!?” Scott asked. “You guys only played like two games!”

“Yeah we won 67 tickets!” Kurt said excitedly. “That’s how we got the sunglasses and scrunchies!” He held his tail up showing them off.

“That still doesn't explain how you won.” You asked with an amused smile on your face.

“My cousin is the manager, I bribed her into giving us the biggest prize.” She pointed down at the stuffed gorilla. “Meet Barbara.” Scott and Peter stared at her with huffy faces getting ready to protest her winning. ‘Hey you never said we couldn't cheat.” Jubilee took another sip of her slurpee.

“Yeah but you still cheated.” Scott argued.

“What like you guys didn't?.” She pointed at Scott and Jean. “I saw Jean using her powers on the basketball machine.” She motioned towards Peter. “And don’t even get me started on this one.”

“Damn you go Jubilee.” You cheered her as she gave a little bow.

“So we win!” Kurt cheered.

“Indeed we do.” Jubilee stuck her hands out in a grabby motion “Keys. Give me.” Scott reached into his pocket and begrudgingly tossed the keys to Jubilee. She caught them with a smirk. “I’ll see you guys in the car, I’m driving.”

You cheered her on as she left. “Never underestimate Jubilee.”

“Agreed.”

“So what are we going to do with all these tickets?” You asked.

Peter took them from you and came back a second later, arms full of prizes. “We can take them home to the kids at the house.”

“That’s so sweet Peter.” He smiled at your praise.

“I uh.. I also got something for you.” Peter set down the prizes in his hands and riffled through them. He pulled out a stuffed turtle from the pile and nervously brought it over to you. You took it in your hands, heart swelling at the action. “His name is Mister Dibbles.”

You looked down at the gentle face of the toy, smiling at it and then back up at peter. “I love him.” Peter gave you a wide smile.

As you guys made your way out of the diner Peter fought with himself back and forth on whether he should still ask you out. By the time he got to the car he had made up his mind. He opened his mouth to ask you but Jubilee grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off to the side.

“You can have the car after tonight.”

“What?” He asked, shock evident on his face.

“You can have the car.” She shrugged. “I know you wanted it so you could take (y/n) on a date.”

“How did you know that?”

“You’re pretty easy to read.” Peter smiled and rushed forward crushing Jubilee in a hug. “Stop that, put me down!” She giggled out.

“Thank you so much.”

“Mhmm and don’t worry I’m not going to take your pac-man machine. But you owe me.”

“Anything.”

“I wanna style your hair.”

“Anything but that.”

“Ugh fine.”

Jubilee and Peter made their way back over to the car. You smiled as you saw Peter getting closer to you. He returned it. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Would you maybe… like to.. I don’t know...go out with me?” You felt your face split into a wide smile.

“Of course I would.”

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: “i thought you were dead? for years, i thought you were dead! and i hate that i still love you and never moved on!”

♡ pairing: tim drake (red robin) x fem! reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “you’re riding high in April, shot down in May but I know I’m going to change that tune when I’m back on top in June. I said that’s life and as funny as that may seem, some people get their kicks stomping on a dream.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / please check the pinned tweet please! since i’m very low on inspiration.

Tim Drake stared at you, mouth wide open, not knowing what to say or do. he felt like he saw a ghost. you were standing across the room, talking amongst others as they instantly crowded around you. everyone had thought the same thing Tim did and only a selective few knew about your whereabouts.

you were giving Dick a hug, whispering in his ear about how much you missed him as Damian stood there dumbfounded. Jason was not in the room or else you knew that he would be giving you an earful about the entire situation. Jason always did think of you as a sister when you first started dating Tim.

“what the fuck happened to you?” Damian screamed, finally coming into the realization of the situation, “you were dead! we saw you die! all of us did!” he continued. you bent down, giving him a hug as he didn’t bother to try and deny it.

“it’s a long story. i was under secrecy for a long time and couldn’t tell or say anything without me getting caught,” you told him. you looked to Dick who still couldn’t believe what was going on, “it must’ve been a monumental mission if you were technically dead for three years and I couldn’t know about it,” he replied.

you nodded, whispering to him that you’d tell them the details later, “is...he around?” you asked, referencing Tim. Dick moved a bit to the left, revealing the man you were still madly in love with. you felt yourself gulp, scared on his reaction, “oh god, I never realized how bad this is,” Dick whispered to himself, sensing the tension immediately.

you swinging around the Batcave, Batman clearly annoyed with your antics as you finally plopped down next to him, “aww c’mon Bruce! live a little! this Batcave is so depressing and need I say, dark?” you said, hearing the door jingle open.

“great, the boys are here,” he murmured, realizing that introductions had to happen between you and his sons. Bruce had taken you in a few months ago, under the guise that you needed a better mentor, “you haven’t met them, right?” he asked.

you shook your head no, “course I haven’t! it’s my first week in Gotham!” you exclaimed happily. you did hero work out of the west coast and happened to finally land in Gotham for the first time ever, “although I did run into Damian earlier in the week so I think he’ll recognize me!”

Tim and Dick were the ones who walked in, conversing about some Gotham football game. you smiled at the two boys as they stopped dead in their tracks, “uh....Bruce, who is this?” Dick asked, pointing at you. you stood up, shaking their hands, “I’m ( your name )! Bruce’s new apprentice!” you explained.

the two sighed, Dick’s first thought being if Alfred knew about you. Tim on the other hand didn’t exactly respond as quick. you were oddly excitable, not exactly the personality that ran rampant across the ‘family’, “apprentice or daughter?” Dick asked, a bit playfully.

“she’s an apprentice. no need to adopt someone who’s already an adult,” he replied as he stood up himself, “she came from the west coast so she doesn’t exactly know her way around here. it’d be helpful if one of you showed her around. I don’t trust Jason or Damian enough,” he said, walking to another one of the computers.

“Stephanie isn’t around?” Damian asked, walking inside of the cave, “she’s already acquainted with her and she isn’t available to do it right now so it’s up to Dick or you Tim,” Bruce repeated. Dick looked to his brother with his eyebrow lifted up, “well?” he asked Tim.

the two of them went to look at you who was already not paying attention to what was going on. you were nose deep into a computer with music blaring inside of your headphones, “I swear that girl has ADHD or something,” Damian murmured to his brothers, “but I think Drake should do it! you just love getting to know people, don’t you?” Damian pressured.

Bruce nodded in agreement, “it’s settled, you’re showing her around!” Tim stared at Damian, ready to attack the gremlin with his bare hands, “appreciate it Tim!” you yelled from your seat, surprising the three who thought you couldn’t hear what they were saying.

it was already a few months into your internship with the Batfamily. you had gotten closer with Jason, Stephanie, and because of your relationship with Dick, you befriended Starfire as well. even though your work was constantly surrounding you around Tim, you weren’t around him much unless it had to do with work.

“where you heading off too?” Jason asked, seeing you all dressed up, “Star, Barbara, and Steph wanted to go out for the night since we aren’t on duty so we’re going to get drinks up the street,” you told him. he nodded, looking to Tim and seeing the way he was checking you out, “why do you go with them, Tim?” he asked.

Tim looked at Jason with a bewildered expression, “why would I be the only guy in the group?” he asked sarcastically. you on the other hand jumped up in joy, “you should!” you exclaimed, “come on! it would be amazing! you know you want too!” you poked Tim’s side in anticipation.

he sighed, slipping a bit on the couch, “fine,” he muttered, making you excited all over again. you gave him a few minutes to get himself together, “you know he likes you, right?” Jason told you. you laughed out of genuine shock, “who? Tim? yeah right!” you let out another laugh, not believing he was lying to your face, “fine, don’t believe me but it’s pretty obvious.”

you couldn’t say much else as Tim walked out, hair restyled and threw on a different jacket, “ready?” he asked, hands deep in his pockets. you nodded, throwing Jason a scrap piece of paper before heading out the door as Dick walked inside, “meeting the girls?” he asked.

“yeah and I’m taking your brother as a hostage,” Dick was surprised, “did you finally?” he started to ask before Tim screamed at him to shut up, “how about we leave,” Tim told you, discreetly hitting Dick on the back of his leg as retaliation.

the two of you walked out as you told Tim that the place you usually went out with the girls was in walking distance, “I think they’re going to be surprised you even decided to leave your apartment,” you joked as he rolled his eyes playfully, “I don’t think they’ll mind. at least Stephanie can stop saying that I never go out,” he said.

you laughed softly, “yeah you might be going out with a bunch of girls but it sure beats being stuck inside playing video games or doing work,” you replied, “yeah, guess your right,” you two walked inside of the restaurant, already seeing Steph, Starfire, and Barbara sitting at the usual table.

the three girls had their mouth hanging as they saw you walking in with Tim, “he actually came out?” Barbara screamed, not believing Tim was actually out, “yeah, figured it was better than staying in for the night!” you said excitedly.

“I couldn’t even get him to come out with me at times and I dated him,” Steph murmured under her breath to Star. she laughed as you pulled chairs for you and Tim, “I’m getting first round of shots!” you told the group excitedly. Star and Barbara had followed you to the bar, leaving Steph and Tim in a small awkward silence

“you like her don’t you?” she asked. Tim nodded, figuring it was better to just tell the truth than to lie, “that’s cute! she’s a great girl. I’m happy you finally found someone else but I will say one thing, I think you better get a move on with your feels with her because I know a few others who have an interest in her and one might be on your team,” she said, not so subtly hinting at Connor.

Tim was taken back by what Stephanie was telling her but remained silent, “and I think she’d say yes on Connor so you better be quick,” she laughed, seeing Tim’s slightly jealous eyes. you returned to the table, giving everyone their glass as you raised yours in the air, “to Tim! for actually leaving his house for once!” you screamed as they all raised their glass and took the shot down.

throughout the night, Tim saw the way you were singing and dancing with Steph and Star, your terrible drunk singing voice getting louder as they played ‘poker face’ by lady gaga towards the end of the night.

you stared at Riddler, seeing that he was ready to attack Tim with full intentions to kill him. you debated for a moment, saving a few civilians from getting mildly hurt or seeing your boyfriend get killed? you chose the latter and ran to Tim who was not paying attention in the slightest at what Riddler was doing.

“Red!” you screamed, your feet moving as fast as they could and pushing him out of the way. you felt the slice of the knife into your stomach as you had successfully pushed Tim to safety, “fuck,” you whispered, seeing the blood already pooling underneath you.

although you getting hurt was already pre-planned, you had no intentions of getting hurt this badly, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you continued, trying to grab your cape to stop the bleeding, Tim stared down at you, seeing the blood gushing at a rate too dangerous for his liking, “hold on, please hold on!” he screamed, moving you out of harms way.

Bruce had saw you giving him the signal, weakly but you still gave it to him. it was your only chance for your pre-planned mission to actually succeed and the start of that plan was to make you die in front of everyone. Bruce had swung down from the stairs, seeing the way your eyes closed.

“she needs to go to the hospital,” he told Tim, making him rush you to the hospital himself. he knew this was the only time he would be able to say his goodbyes to you and he need to make it count, “go now!” he yelled.

Tim dragged your almost lifeless body to the nearest hospital, screaming at the staff that you needed help immediately. the nurses grabbed your body, hauling it to the OR as Tim sat there, blood all over his uniform as he watched you get wheeled into the hallway.

it felt like hours by the time they gave an update to all of them. Bruce, Tim, Dick, Jason, Steph, Barbara, and Damian, were sitting in the waiting area, munching on food nervously as the nurse came out of the hallway, eyes bleary with tears.

“she didn’t make it out of surgery. she passed.”

all of them (for the exception of Bruce), immediately bursted into tears. Tim more than anyone had fell to the ground, having no control of his body as he screamed that it couldn’t be true and that you weren’t actually gone. a part of Bruce’s heart broke seeing his son having a mental breakdown but he knew for their safety and yours, he couldn’t say a word.

the following days were left to plan your funeral as the nurses who relied your wishes stated that you wanted a closed casket for no one, not even Tim, to see your dead body. Tim hadn’t spoken a word to anyone as he only spoke up when it came for him to plan your arrangements.

they buried your casket with your uniform laying on top of it as they all saw your casket get lower and lower to the ground. Tim was by this point sobbing as he couldn’t have cared who saw and who didn’t.

Dick grabbed Damian, moving themselves to another part of the room as you walked slowly to Tim. he had yet to say anything but as soon as you locked eyes with him, you both let out sobs to each other. Tim grabbed you by the arms, bringing you into a hug as he sobbed into your shoulders.

“what the fuck is going on?” he yelled, not knowing what to say, “I’m alive Timmy. I didn’t die that night,” you practically sobbed back to him. he released you, now anger and sadness crossing over him, “what the fuck do you mean you didn’t die?” he screamed, scaring Dick and Damian in the process.

you sat on the ground, trying to compose yourself, “I went on an undercover mission for league. I had to die in order to protect not only myself but all of you and the entire league. which explains why I look different,” you murmured the last part.

“I thought you were dead. for years, I thought you were dead! and I hate that I still love you and never moved on!” he exclaimed, seeing the way you stared at him heartbrokenly, “you think I wanted this to happen? it was for the betterment of the league if I took on this mission. I never wanted to leave you or Steph, hell I didn’t want to leave any of you but I had too! it broke my heart knowing what I had to do!” you yelled back.

Tim bent down, taking you into his arms, “what the hell are we going to do?” he whispered in your ear, not knowing how to respond to any of this rationally. you shrugged as the two of you tried to calm yourselves down from the hysterics you both were throwing, “I just need you here with me,” you whispered back.

Tim nodded, not releasing you from the hug you were giving him. “I won’t. I won’t let you go! not anymore!” he replied. you laughed through your tears as you heard someone else walk into the room.

“what the fuck.....” you heard Steph and Jason’s voice scream through the Batcave, “what the FUCK is going on?” they screamed in panic.

hehehe a cliffhanger

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hslotharrie · 3 years

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valentines (a.m)

summary: when reader and harry go home from their valentine’s day date.

word count: 2741

warnings: fluff, smut. slight bit of a choking thing going on. not edited as per usual!

tags: @harrystylesdoesntknowiexist

read part 1 here!

After your meal and a hearty slice of double chocolate cake, you're both stuffed.

The restaurant is much quieter now, nearing it's closing hours. Harry's hand is joined with yours across the table as he continues to munch away at the remnants of the cake. He hums along to whatever music plays quietly over the sound system until something crosses his mind and you're chatting away again.

You're smitten with him. He could be talking about something completely absurd and you would still be looking at him with more love and adoration in your eyes than should be humanly possible. The day you met, you fell in love with his personality, his mannerisms, him. And, when prompted (though sometimes not), he would say the same about you; meant to be.

Your pretty new necklace is now hanging safe around your neck, perfectly accenting your shirt just as Harry somehow had planned. Shocker. An inside joke, 'Harry magic', is announced when something works out perfectly in his favor. An unreasonably frequent occurrence, in your opinion, though you can't complain.

The plate is empty (spare the streaks of frosting and crumbs you both couldn't scoop up) and your drinks are finished. You're both up at the bar now, Harry's politely complimenting his experience to the teller while using the card machine to play your bill. It makes you smile how close he keeps you even at the mostly empty pub area, you're unmistakably his, right on his hip.

While he's doing his thing, you zone out on the sports television. They're saying something about some scandalous faked injury and you're not all that interested, but it's there, and—

"Do y'come here often?" Harry jokes, pulling you out of your trance. You let out a snort, turning your attention back to him and flashing your most innocent look,

"I do, actually! With my boyfriend, have you seen him?" you tease back, grinning when his hand wraps around your waist.

"Hmmm, can't say I have," he replies, faking thought "D'you want t'get out of here then?"

You lean back on the bar top, pretending to contemplate while his smile grows. He's feeling touchy, desperate to get you home but you know he's playing it down because of the public setting. Too many eyes.

Before you know it, Harry's leading you to the rather cold car and he's backing out of the parking place, inching towards the main highway to get you both home. His hand lays gently on your mid thigh, thumb rubbing delicate circles and patterns.

He hands you his phone to play some music through the bluetooth, and after struggling with what to play for a few minutes, you decide to play it safe and hit shuffle on his favourites playlist. He hums, braking out into lyric every now and then. The volume is low, his voice standing out against the tune.

It's quiet, but not so, at the same time. A pleasant medium.

"Can we have a bath when w'get home?" Harry asks, glancing in your direction only for a few seconds.

"Only if you wash my hair," you tease in return.

...

Soon you're pulling into the driveway, you both do a funny little run to the front door because of the cold. It causes a fit of giggles to erupt between you while Harry unlocks the door to your warm home. As soon as you're inside, he pulls you in for a kiss; holding your jaw with one hand and the back of your neck with the other to keep you close.

His kisses are soft, slow, and loving. You could feel the need behind them, but you still had a bath to get to so the kisses stayed kisses.

Harry pulls away, pressing one more peck to your lips before announcing that he's 'going to get some candles for the bath!' and scurrying away somewhere within your living room. Your shoes and coats are forgotten messily in the entryway as you head upstairs to start the warm bath.

You plug the large bathtub and then start the water, adjusting the temperature to a comfortable warm. Harry soon appears behind you in the doorway with your favourite candles and both of your bathrobes.

He places the candles with his own careful consideration and lights each of them with a lighter. When he finishes, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

Harry notices the bath is nearing full, so with a smirk, his hands venture through your open tucked shirt to tickle along your back. You chuckle, leaning your foreheads together as his hands slowly untuck your shirt and then rise to push the fabric off of your shoulders. He dips down, pressing quick kisses along your neck, reaching your collarbone before you have to reluctantly push him away.

"Bath first, H." you murmur, pulling his head back to meet his eyes.

He does nothing but hums in reply, a big smirk still plastered on his face. You start unbuttoning his shirt, teasing him on purpose. You step back to admire the fake shock-offended expression you've created on his face before slipping off your bottoms and sliding into the warm bath water, leaning ahead to shut off the tap.

After murmuring something about you being a little minx, Harry shrugs off his clothes and sinks in behind you. For a moment, you relax into eachother. The comfortably hot water soothes your skin. It's bliss.

Until Harry's lips begin to roam. And his hands, too.

It started out innocent, just a few light kisses on your shoulder, but those grew into nips, bites, and soon he's blooming purple flowers along the line of your neck. You sigh as his hands roam the parts of your body exposed from the warm water.

Harry slides his foot to the tub drain, moving it to the side to allow the water to escape. Harry's hands continue to tease over your skin, lightly tracing from your collarbones, between your breasts, then skipping over your middle to run a finger down your thigh, lowering his touch as the water drains.

"Beautiful, every inch of y'body," he breathes, just under your ear.

"Harry," you warn in return, attempting to squeeze your legs together when he traces particularly low. He only hushes you in reply.

You can feel him behind you, getting hard against your lower back. A sly smirk on his face as he watches your skin tense as he traces all the way down your thighs only to skip over your most sensitive area and drag a finger up your stomach. To tell the truth, Harry loves the desperate, sensitive reactions you give him. He's having fun teasing you.

The water is gone now, completely down the drain. He nips once at your ear before his fingers travel feather-light down your thighs and this time they don't jump to your chest. He's holding his middle finger over your clit, no movement but it's pressure and it's there. The shock makes an uncontrollable gasp escape your throat and your legs try to snap shut again.

Harry hooks his foot around your ankle, successfully pinning your leg against the side of the tub and thus allowing enough space for him rub slow circles around your little bundle of nerves. You get more and more sensitive, and soon he pulls his fingers away from your clit only to slide two swiftly through your entrance.

Your jaw is wide open and your head is thrown back against his shoulder. You can see the growing, entertained, smile on his face as he pumps his fingers and you whine out. You're beginning to tighten, he can feel it, so he snakes the hand previously holding your hip up to wrap gently around your neck.

Your breathing turns into gasps and your fingertips turn white from holding the sides of the tub. Your pussy starts to flutter, hips jaunting, and Harry's adding pressure to your neck as he feels you near closer to your break.

You can almost feel the smug smile on his face. He's enjoying getting you off on his fingers, making you feel good, and he always has. He matches your moans with his own, cheering you on.

"Harry," you whine, breathless.

"Y'can let go, baby. Let me feel y'cum," he says.

He holds you through it, moaning along with you when you come undone. His hold on your neck tightens just a tad more, making your head foggy in the best way. His fingers don't stop until you're forcing him away, breathing heavily and twitching from over-stimulation.

When you come down, you let out a quiet giggle through your huffs of air. Harry wraps you in a hug from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek and letting out a few giggles of his own.

"Didnt wash my hair," you joke. Harry snorts in reply.

"Would have you rathered I washed y'hair instead?"

"...No."

"Ah, need I say more?," He says, quiet and close to your ear, just the sound of his breathy whisper shivers down your spine.

You sit forward, giggling at the hiss Harry makes from the relief of pressure on his dick. You stand and step out of the shower, grabbing one of Harry's soft towels and patting the remaining dampness off of your body. Harry watches like a lost puppy, hurt almost, cock hard against his tummy.

You throw the towel onto him, flashing him a smirk and walk backwards towards the door to your bedroom.

"I'm not 'gonna fuck you in the tub, H." you say, arms folded while he stands to dry himself.

"Going t'fuck me?" he pats dry his chest and legs with little effort, giving up when you stop at the door to look him up and down.

There's about three seconds of silence when the both of you just stare, taking in each other's bodies before your eyes meet again and he's dropping the towel to step towards you.

Harry brings both of his palms to your face and kisses you hard. He nudges you backwards, guiding you to the bed. Just as the back of your legs hit the mattress, he gently pushes you enough for you to lose balance and fall onto the plushy sheets. He stands, taking you in.

You move back on the bed to allow Harry some room to join you. The mattress dips with his weight and you then feel him pressing opened mouth kisses on your neck, light scruff scratching along where his lips and tongue don't soothe. The tip of his cock is resting just below your hip bone, leaking; telling the truth of just how much you turn him on.

"M'gonna fuck you baby," Harry almost warns "so good."

"So good." you agree, watching as he slides himself between your legs and brings each of your thighs to wrap around his hips.

Suddenly, he's taking your wrists and pinning them above your head, using one hand to hold them while he uses the other to tap the tip of his cock against your clit. You let out a quiet whine, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Harry— fuck, please," you beg, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation.

He guides himself to your entrance, teasing over your hole a few times before sliding in all at once. You both let out a loud groan, your jaw drops and you struggle against his hold on your wrists. Harrys in his own world, eyebrows furrowed as he brings another hand to hold your wrists and drops his head into your neck to compose himself.

"You're squeezin' me so tight, so fuckin' wet."

He slides out slowly, then snaps his hips forward. He moans again; the sweet sound blending with your own.

"So warm, baby, takin' me so well." he coos, pulling out just to the tip and pushing in again, setting a steady pace this time.

You can feel him deep. Every vein, the soft ridge of the head of his cock, every time his skin comes in contact with yours sends a jolt through your body. You can feel his breaths against your collar bone, building himself up so that he can truly fuck you.

And he does.

When he's confident he's got enough control over himself, he brings a hand down to your hip to use as leverage as he begins pounding into you without warning. Your head flies back into the mattress, a long needy moan breaks out of your throat as his hips snap into your own. It's not long before you feel the pit in your stomach begin to knot, and when harry feels your pussy begin to flutter he's moving the hand on your hip to rub fast around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Give it t'me baby, you can cum, let go," he sighs, out of breath.

You give in, whining loudly and then moaning out a few loud ah ah ah!'s as he keeps his relentless pace even through your orgasm.

He slows only slightly, letting you get your bearings. He finds your eyes, making sure you're alright before flipping so he's sitting with you on his lap, holding your arms behind your back. You moan out at the new angle— he feels deeper this way.

Somehow, you convince your legs to move, sliding up and down on his cock. You're whimpering uncontrollably, Harry presses a kiss to your lips before leaning down to take one of your breasts into his mouth. You yelp, already feeling another high approaching.

Harry, of course, can tell. He releases your arms and your breast to wrap one hand around your throat, much like in the bath, and holds your hip with the other so he can fuck into you again. You almost cry with the joined sensation, wrapping both of your hands around his forearm and locking eyes with him.

There's sweat joining at his hairline, on his neck, down his chest and, fuck, it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. His eyebrows are creased together, jaw open, he's panting. He's slamming into you, keeping a medium level squeeze on your neck and trying his hardest to bring you to a second high before he meets his limit. The rings on his fingers, especially the shiny new silver ones, provide the perfect amount of bite to his grip on you. Harry magic.

He’s hitting that spot inside of you every time he thrusts and he can’t believe how tight you are. He’s losing control, fast, and his desperate whines are nearly overpowering your own at this point.

“Baby, need you to cum,” he begs, watching your eyes. You can tell he’s close, his jaw is clenched and his rhythm falters every now and then.

“Baby, please,” he whines again, out of breath. “cum around my cock.”

His thumb hardly had time to find your clit before your body tenses, the white hot feeling of your third orgasm washing over you. Harry isn’t far behind, both of his arms wrap around you to hold you close as his hips snap up one final time and warm spurts are coating your walls.

His head is tucked into the bend of your neck as he lets out a loud groan of pleasure, milking his orgasm and pulsing inside of you. You can’t help but smile and hold him through it. Gently, you knit your fingers into his hair to bring him back

When he’s caught his breath, you pull away. Harry lets out a quiet hiss when you do, but he’s got a drowsy smile on his face and presses a quick kiss to your lips before he rotates and gives you a gentle push onto the bed.

His feet pad to the bathroom and you can hear him wetting a cloth to clean you and himself up with. When he returns he kisses you again, slower this time, before bringing the damp warm cloth to your inner thigh, testing the temperature before gently cleaning you off. You still flinch though, sensitive, and Harry meets your eyes before he continues.

“Alrigh’?” he asks quietly, more to soothe than to assure your comfort. You nod, allowing him to finish and throw the cloth in the direction of the bathroom and crawl into bed beside you.

“Wha’ time’s it?” you whisper to Harry beside you. He shuffles to his side to check his phone, cringing at the brightness and then flopping back into bed beside you.

“Twelve fourteen,”

He presses a light, sweet kiss to your lips; knowing what you’re about to say.

“Happy valentine’s day, H.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harrie #harry styles smut #fineline #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic

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sunmoonandeddie · 3 years

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feelings are fatal (23/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 3,018

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, funeral

masterlist

a/n: this little chapter drop!!!

The funeral was three days later.

You’d taken it upon yourself to stay in the Stark cabin, licking your wounds and mourning the loss of the man you’d spent almost a decade of your life with. You’d mourned losing him before, but this was different.

This was permanent.

There’d be no more chances to go see him in Buffalo. There’d be no more watching him paint in his home studio, seeing the life he built for himself.

You hadn’t seen Bucky since you left the hospital.

You had walked out of Steve’s room, tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt like a death march as you had to face his family, had to face Peggy, the daughter that was named after you. “He’s gone,” you’d said, hands trembling. “I…”

“Oh, honey,” Peggy had whispered, moving to hug you as her own pain welled up in her eyes.

“I have to go,” you had insisted as you quickly slipped out of her grasp, speeding down the hall. You’d left the members of your little family in the waiting room, knowing that they’d gotten to talk to him before he’d passed but still feeling so guilty because you were the last one he’d seen. The last one he’d talked to.

You hadn’t even stopped when Bucky and Wanda had called out your name. You had the car keys in your hand, since he’d given them to you at some point in the blur of the day.

You’d left him there.

The pain was unbearable.

You’d spent the past three days at the bottom of a bottle, blasting all the playlists that Tony had saved. At some point, it had switched to a playlist full of old jazz music from the forties.

You’d thrown the bottle against the wall and watched it shatter.

Sweeping it up while absolutely plastered had been… an adventure. You had the bandages on your feet to prove it.

But you’d gotten it all swept up and into the trash before moving onto the next bottle.

You’d turned off your phone after the fourth phone call and the eighteenth text.

But Bucky didn’t show up. He didn’t come banging on your door like you hoped he would, swooping in and kissing you like the prince in a fairytale.

It was monumentally disappointing.

When you arrived at the funeral, you’d thrown the car into park and then sat in the lot outside for at least forty-five minutes. You’d shown up early entirely because you knew that you’d need time to gather the courage to go inside.

You’d had to order a black dress and heels with express shipping, since you hadn’t exactly thought to pack them when you and Bucky had gone on your little vacation and you didn’t really feel like going out to go shopping.

Your mistake.

It had taken a lot of effort to actually shower and do your hair and makeup. Your ankles felt like they’d give out any moment as you slammed the car door shut and headed inside.

“Hello.”

You almost tripped over your own feet as you heard a feminine voice call out to you. “H-Hi,” you said as you finally came face to face with the woman who had your name. “I’m—”

“I know,” she said, before getting a weak laugh. “Me, too. I’ve heard so much about you. My dad… uh… He really, really loved you.”

“Thank you,” you said, voice a little stiff. You hadn’t done much talking the past few days, unless screaming out lyrics counted.

Yeah, it counted.

Sorta.

“Um… H-How is Peggy—I mean, your mom—doing?”

“She’s handling it about as can be expected,” she said with a smile as she glanced to where the Brit in question was. It was strange, seeing the woman that was named after you. She was older than you by a few years, and had a few gray hairs. But she looked so much like the perfect mix of Steve and Peggy… “But dad was getting up there… more so than any other man. They both knew it was coming. I just don’t know if mom will be able to hold on without him much longer.”

Great. Because that’s exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Here, let me introduce my siblings!” She said, calling them over before you could say no.

By the time the actual service started, you’d met far more Rogerses than you had ever wanted to.

It was exhausting. They were all so… kind. Despite everything, despite the fact that you were literally their father’s ex girlfriend, despite the fact that you were the last person their father spoke to before he died, and not his wife.

“My husband, Steve, has always been what his best friend called him. A punk,” Peggy said as she stood up before everyone, letting out a weak laugh as she glanced back at the open casket. “But he was so many things. Brave. Outspoken. Generous. Stubborn…”

Your eyes stayed on her, even though you stopped hearing what she was saying. You didn’t have the energy to listen to a eulogy.

That is, until she said your name.

“Huh?” You said, suddenly on high alert. Some part of you was aware that your team was sitting in the front row, including Bucky. You’d been too busy speaking with Steve’s children to talk to them, not that you minded that. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face them.

“Would you please come up and say a few words?” Peggy asked gently, getting down and holding out her hand to you.

“I…” Fuck. You couldn’t say no. It was a god damn funeral. “Okay,” you said after a long moment, placing your hand in Peggy’s and letting her lead you up to the podium. The sea of people staring at you made your blood run cold, your hands trembling as you gripped the wood. “Um… H-Hi…” You introduced yourself, you voice cracking. “I’ve known Steve… since I was eighteen years old. And we were together for almost a decade.” You snorted, shaking your head as you glanced back at the casket, your heart stopping for a moment when your eyes rested on his face. “I know… most of you are probably wondering why the hell I’m up here. Why the hell anyone would want their husband’s ex girlfriend speaking at their funeral, but uh… Steve helped make me the person I am today.” Your heart was hammering inside of your chest, threatening to break your ribs. “He taught me when to push myself, how to trust my instincts.” Also all things that Bucky taught you. You could feel his seafoam blue gaze on you, pinning you in place. “I know it’s cheesy… But he taught me what it means to do the right thing, even when it means standing up to someone you love and telling them so. He taught me how to keep going even when my world was crumbling.” Your heart was shattering as your eyes met Bucky’s. “He taught me to chase after what I want the most in the world, and to accept nothing but the best.” Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks. “Steve was a bright light in the world, even when he was in his darkest moments.” You gave a watery smile, your hands clammy. “Steve was not the shield, and those of us who knew him personally know that. The shield was Steve. He made it into the symbol that it is. A symbol of what every person can be, what they should be. What we should all aspire to be.” Your throat was starting to close up. “But he was showing us that even before the serum, wasn’t he? Because it doesn’t matter how small you are, or where you come from. You can make the choice everyday to make the world a little better.” Sniffling, you swallowed around the lump in his throat. “And I know I’m rambling, but I really didn’t expect to be speaking here today, so please forgive me, but I just… I never thought he’d die like this. There were hundreds of missions where I thought… this is it. This is where I lose him. I always knew he’d fight until he couldn’t anymore. The fact that he got the honor of passing like he did… what feels like a million years old and surrounded by his loved ones in a hospital… just like any other man… I can’t think of a better happy ending for him.” You took a deep breath. “But there’s someone who should be up here more than me. Someone who knew him from the beginning. From playground to battlefield and beyond, right?”

Bucky’s entire body was trembling as he slowly got to his feet and walked up to the podium. But before you could leave, his hand slipped into yours and squeezed, a silent question being asked.

Stay?

And how could he ever think you’d leave him?

You squeezed his hand back, staying by his side as he slowly started to speak. He spoke about the first time they met, all the fights he broke up.

Until the end of the line.

You guessed it really was the end. The grand finale of a life that wasn’t always easy, but was always worth it.

Watching Steve’s casket being lowered into the ground felt like a hallucination. How could it possibly be real?

The feeling that you’d gotten in the hospital was washing back over you like a tsunami. The overwhelming feeling of despair, of disbelief.

Of anger.

You wanted more time. There wasn’t ever enough time and now he was gone.

You slipped away after the funeral ended, getting into your car and just… driving. You knew you’d eventually make it back to the cabin, but you needed to roll the windows down and just feel the icy cold wind in your hair, on your skin.

Making you feel alive.

When you got back to the cabin, the sun had set, stars twinkling overhead in a brilliance you’d never see in the city.

You held your heels in your hand as you stumbled into the house, tossing them to the side as you headed for the kitchen. “FRIDAY, put on some music,” you said quietly.

“What playlist would you like?”

“Read the room, Fri,” you said simply, sighing as you grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen. She started to play music throughout the house, and you bit your lip as she started to play a blend of your favorites. Mostly Black Pumas and The Teskey Brothers. “Fri, can you turn on the fireplace?”

Warm light filled the living room and kitchen, flickering softly.

You didn’t bother changing as you collapsed onto the fur rug with just your wine and your bottle opener. “Dumb… cork…,” you huffed as you worked to get it open.

You were about halfway through the bottle when you heard a car pull up, followed by the slam of the door. Your mind was fuzzy as you watched the front door open and Bucky walk in. “Hi.”

He stopped in the entryway, still wearing the all black suit he’d donned at the funeral. “Hey,” he breathed out. He couldn’t help but snort as he saw the bottle of wine in your hands. “Yeah… It has been that kind of day, huh?”

When you held it out to him, you couldn’t tear your eyes away as you watched his pink lips wrap around the bottle and he took a swig.

Fuck, you had it so bad.

“How are you feeling?” You asked as you watched him stand by the end of the sofa. “It’s been… a rough day.”

“I’ve been better,” he said simply as he took another drink. “But I know I’ll feel better once you and I are speaking again.”

Your heart squeezed inside your chest as your eyes met, your cheeks flushing. “Right… I… I think we were both… frazzled… But I’m so sorry.”

Pain and Misery by The Teskey Brothers started to play over the stereo, filling the house with soothing R&B. It was one of your favorite songs in the whole entire world.

“I've been in love, honey, you know it's true… Was since that day I first laid my eyes on you…”

“Malen’kaya,” he said as he set the bottle on the coffee table, holding out his hand to you. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Could you forgive me for how I acted?”

“Love is a crazy game, baby… It's how I feel… It makes you oh, so high, but it takes so long to heal…”

You nodded after a long moment, slipping your hand into his and squeezing as he tugged you to your feet. “I can. I do,” you said, the wine making your head fill with bubbles.

“So, please, yeah, yeah… Won't you stay with me? 'Cause since you gone, it's all pain and misery. Honey, please, yeah, yeah… Won't you stay with me? 'Cause since you gone it's pain and misery…”

Something inside of you clicked back into place as he pulled you close to his chest, the two of you immediately starting to sway. Falling back into step with him was as easy as breathing, you were finding.

Perhaps even easier.

“Sometimes I curse that day of when you came along… I was happy but it's been pain now for so very long… Oh, I'm begging you, honey… Please, won't you stay? 'Cause I been so lonely since you gone away…”

“I don’t like not talking to you,” he said quietly, his lips pressing to your forehead. “Feels so wrong… Like I can’t breathe.”

Funny how you’d just had almost the same thought.

“Everyday is pain… In the end, it's hard to see… Every fateful day is oh, so sad, now that I've lost the best friend that I ever had…”

He was so warm, so comforting. Like a teddy bear.

“I don’t like not talking to you either,” you admitted as you nuzzled closer to him, breathing in the musky scent of his cologne. It was intoxicating. “Can we please never do it again?”

“Honey, please, won't you stay with me? 'Cause since you gone it's all pain and misery…”

He grinned against your forehead, his hand moving from your hip as he slid his arm around your waist to pull you even closer. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Honey, please, whoa please, won't you stay with me? 'Cause since you gone it's pain and misery…”

“Jamie…,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you tried to gather the words you wanted to say.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He asked, resting his head against yours.

“Hey, I'm begging you, honey… Whoa… I want you to love me… Yeah, I want you to love me… I need you so bad…”

“What does this mean?” You asked as the song ended and it shifted to another. “For us, I mean?” You were starting to panic, anxiety welling up in your chest and causing you to word vomit. “Because I can’t do this back and forth, I can’t. I won’t. I won’t survive it. I can’t keep pretending like we’re just friends and that the way you make me feel doesn’t make me… doesn’t make me…”

“Doesn’t make you what?” He asked quietly, not letting you move away from his secure embrace. “Please… Because I can’t keep acting as though you’re not my everything.” He held the back of your head, his fingers gently massaging your scalp. “Please… Please, tell me you love me. Because I…” He rested his forehead against yours, a tear rolling down his cheek. “The love I have for you has rewritten every piece of DNA in my body,” he said. “It’s in my blood, my bones… You are written in my heart, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. And…” He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “And if you don’t love me the way I love you, that’s just fine. As long as I have you in my life… I’ll be whatever you need.”

“Jamie…,” you said with a weak laugh. You were openly crying, though you weren’t sure when you had started. “Oh, Jamie… Do you really think I could ever not love you?” Your nose nudged against his as you wrapped both of your arms around his neck. “If you don’t kiss me, we’re gonna have a fight.”

The smile that split open his face was blinding. The kiss he planted upon your lips was absolutely filthy. A mess of teeth and tongue and grins and giggles, a tangle of feelings pent up for so long that you were sure you’d never get them all out. You’d spend the rest of your life unraveling all the ways he made you feel, and you’d do it with a smile.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” you said as you pressed yourself against him. “I never wanna be without you ever again.”

“You never have to,” he breathed out as he nipped at your lower lip. Without further ado, he reached down and slipped his arm under your thighs. You let out a squeak as he scooped you up, carrying you bridal style up the stairs. “I’m gonna love you so good,” he said with a growl.

You almost hit your head on the door frame as he carried you into the guest bedroom you two were occupying, squealing as he tossed you onto the bed. “Jamie!”

“Yes, malen’kaya?” He asked as he shoved off his suit jacket, toeing off his dress shoes at the same time.

“Nothing,” you said, giggling as you started to strip down, too. “Nothing at all.”

When you two finally finished hours later, the wine had worn off, and he was asleep. You’d curled up on top of his chest, his cool vibranium hand resting on the small of your back, helping you cool off.

“Jamie?” You murmured, testing if he was asleep. When he grunted, you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his flesh hand. “I love you…”

“I love you more, baby.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n

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gojoscloset · 3 years

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Hello! Please forgive me for I have sinned. I only seen like 3 episodes of Haikyuu but I cannot stop thinking about Iwaizumi please forgive me if I am somewhere I do not belong but I am so thirsty for him and recently buying Chain link Necklaces fucked me up more than it should have so here we go:

Possessive/Territorial/hot things I imagine Iwaizumi doing that make me MOIST

NSFW THINGS: 18+ ONLY

NSFW mentions for sure

Also heavily inspired by the fact that I bought these fucking Gold chain link necklaces and like CAN I GET A BF ALREADY??? I just wanna wear his chains and let him wear my name plate UGHHHH ANYWAY:

IWAIZUMI X READER THINGS:

Wears a Gold nameplate chain link necklace

Def notices when you stare at it, or when you brush your fingers over the letters when you two cuddle.

Gifts it to you after a while of you two dating because he notices how much you like it.

Plus it feeds his ego knowing you have his name on you in some way. Like damn how fucking hot.

Seeing his nameplate in your selfies on Social media is what makes his dick hard.

On some “That’s my girl..” type shit

If you’re going out w your friends he always makes sure you’re good to go and walks you to the front door.

Does a check list for you, Ya know. Like, makes sure your buttons are all done, checks for lint, fixes your collar, pulls strands of hair away from your face. soft Dom shit.

Will place a hand behind your head or he will place his large hands on either side of your head and gives you a forehead kiss then a kiss on the lips before you go.

But your fave /my fave/ is when he fixes the necklace for you and makes sure you have his name out for everyone to see /for everyone to know/ rather than it being tucked in your shirt.

You came home one time and it was tucked in and he had an absolute fit.

But ofc you reassured him and proceeded to fuck the shit outta you.

Speaking of fucking-

It makes his dick twitch when you’re on top and he sees his name bouncing against your soft chest.

Will lean up to kiss your neck and move down, will also place a kiss on the necklace whilst never breaking eye contact cause he knows how you feel about it.

Probably likes hip hop and RnB so imagine him fucking you sometimes with music in the background

Like can you imagine him grabbing you by the face while he mouths some of the lyrics.

Hip hop- when the lyrics talk about gangsta shit

RnB- when the lyrics are dirty/ sensual/ sexy

When you throw your head back and you’re in the zone, he’ll place a hand behind your head and give you a kiss to make sure you’re good.

It grounds you.

Iwaizumi can tell when you’re out of it or when you’re not entirely focused on him (while he’s about to rearrange your guts) so he’ll gently slap your face a few times with a “hey hey, focus on me.”

Or a ” I’m Right here” if he notices your gaze isn’t really on him.

Is also very much into eye contact and gets off to seeing your face contour and twist with pleasure.

If you look away or shut your eyes he’ll cease all movement until you look at him.

Will also buy you jewelry if you have piercings.

Like nipple jewelry that has his initials

Earrings with studs his favorite color

Etc etc

When you two argue:

You like being dramatic and extra cause it gets pretty heated /also you like seeing how possessive he gets. Ya know brat things/

So when the argument is at its hottest point, you take the chain off and toss it at him and quickly walk away.

That little action throws him over the edge.

“Where are you going?!?! I’m talking to you!!”

Or sometimes a

“HA! Where the fuck are you going?! I’m not done with you!”

He’s angry of course, but he’s hurt as well.

No matter how fast you are, he’s always faster.

Will have you against the wall in .3 seconds flat.

Large Hands grabbing your forearms roughly.

Uses his strength to his advantage and knows you can’t get away and have to listen to what he says.

Very rough with it, but never ever intentionally hurts you.

You do that thing, where he’s talking to you but you don’t look at him, you look past him or stare off into space with an obvious pout or scowl on your face he does NOT like that shit.

Yeah he hates that shit so much and you know how much he does but that’s exactly why you do it.

Will lean down to be right in your face or in your ear, voice stern as hell, loud, but he never yells when he’s this close to you.

Still Calls the shots even when you two are having your moments.

“Don’t play that shit with me, because you know I fucking love you and would do anything for you. Y/n! Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you!”

Will force your gaze to be on him and only him.

Not the wall behind him

Not his chest

H I M

Makes him feel like you’re actually paying attention to what he has to say.

When he feels he’s made his point across and he sees your expression soften a bit, he cautiously places the chain back on you. Voice softening as he continues to calm you down.

Even if you still have a pissed off face, he’ll reach behind you and clasp the chain together

His silent way of saying

“You’re Mine still.”

“We’re in this forever”

Will also make you give him a smile or he won’t let you go.

“Can my pretty girl smile for me?”

He won’t accept one of those fake 😬 smiles,

If you don’t give him a genuine smile he’ll have you pinned up against the wall until you do.

You’ve tried it before and he had your ass there foreverrrr.

Ugh love love love this shit. Makes me want a rough boyfriend but not the ones that physically or emotionally fuck you up. You know what I’m tryna say

#iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hcs #haikyuu!!#hq x you #haikyuu!! x reader #Nasty Nept✨

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oneaddishun · 3 years

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Slow Hands

THIS MIGHT SEEM CONFUSING, SO...

ITALICS- THE STORY OF LAST NIGHT

REGULAR- PRESENT SCENARIO

INDENTED- LYRICS TO SLOW HANDS

You woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. Your eyes flutter open. You look around yourself and realize you were not at your home. Where were you?

You were at Niall's.

How you ended up here was still a mystery to you. Apparently, you were pretty drunk last night and now you have a hangover. Very slowly, you slide out from the plush duvet. Your eyes were wide open when you realized that you were stark naked from your waist down. On the upper half, you were wearing a thin, grey oversized shirt which obviously wasn't yours. You were wearing nothing besides that shirt.

You gasped.

"Please... Jesus Christ... I better not have lost it..." You mumble as you walk out of the room. You said so because you were a virgin.

You went to the living room and sure enough, Niall was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a pencil in the other. Some papers rested on his lap.

He looked up and got up when he saw you. He was wearing his boxers. Nothing else. His hair were tousled in a sexy way. This sight alone was enough to make you weak on your knees.

He had a smirk plastered on his face. He stopped walking when he was directly in front of you. Then his face was expressionless. Your mind was swirling with questions. But one question that you really wanted to ask the most was,

"What happened?"

"You were," he replied. "A virgin?"

You look at your feet and nod your head. His intimidating presence could make you faint any time now. The word he said was enough to tell you what happened. He said it- 'were'. Past tense. Not anymore.

"What happened?" you repeat.

In response he shoved the papers into your chest and you put your hand on them to prevent them from falling. He walked away without saying a word. You read the title,

Slow Hands

"What's this Niall?" you yell from your position.

"Proof that you're not as innocent as people tink," he replied in a strong Irish accent. "This is what happened last night."

You read the document and scenarios started flashing in your head. Scenarios of last night. Each line held a story behind it. Niall had written a whole song about last night...

We should take this back to my place

That's what she said right to my face

A very drunk you had called Niall last night. You were at the bar and definitely not aware of what shit you were doing. You called him and started ranting about how irritating he was.

The enmity between you and Niall was very popular amongst your friends.

"Where are you?" he asked after your long lecture was over.

"See? You're so nosy. That's why you're irritating," you reply instead of answering his question.

About an hour later, Niall was on the bar stool beside you with a Guinness in his hand. He had somehow found out where you were and being the nosy person he is, he came over and got tipsy with you.

It first started at flirty arguments. Then it turned into a hot make out session.

"We should take this back to my place," you whispered between the kisses.

"No, mine," he asserted.

You sank down on the dining chair reading the song and remembering the previous night. It was exactly what had happened. You read the next lines and opened your eyes wide in shock.

'Cause I want you bad

Yeah, I want you baby

"Why not mine?" you had questioned.

"Because I want you bad," he replied and kissed you again.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah I want you baby," he planted another kiss. "And my house is closer than yours,"

I've been thinking 'bout it all day

And I hope you feel the same way

Fifteen minutes later, you were completely stripped except for your panties, and lying on his bed. He was kissing you all over your body. You thanked heavens that you were drunk because there was no way you could've done this sober.

He went down south with each kiss until he reached the hem of the only piece of clothing you were wearing. You moaned when he cupped your sex.

He looked up at your face and made eye contact. Then, without losing the contact, he ripped off your panties exposing you completely. You felt a bit shy now but you were more intoxicated. Not just by the alcohol, but also by his presence.

He took a good look at you. "Damn! I've bin tinking 'bout it all day. Yer beautiful," He said before going down on you.

'Cause I want you bad

Yeah I want you baby

"Jesus Christ!" you exclaim. "Did this really happen?!"

"Mmhmm," he replied nonchalantly from the kitchen. "Every nitty gritty detail,"

You went on reading.

Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chance

That I'm leaving here without you on me

He worked his hands slowly on your core, rubbing smoothly. His tongue lapped at your clit as he was gently pushing you to your orgasm. Just when you were about to lose it, he stopped all the movement. He looked at your face. It was then that you realized that despite all the drama, you actually liked Niall. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck towards the collar of his black shirt which was already drenched with his sweat.

Then in a trice, he flipped you over so now you were on the top. You had never been with a man before, let alone sit on his erect hard on.

"Are you sure?" you asked him.

"Der's no chonce yer goin' back widaout being on top of me,"

You hesitantly start unbuckling his belt.

I, I know

Yeah I already know that there ain't no stopping

Your plans and those

Slow hands

You know there was no going back at this point. Only going ahead.

"Yeah babe, there ain't no stopping now," he said.

You had said the last part out loud. Your ears were ringing in anticipation as his belt was fully unbuckled. You opened his button and fly. He was wearing black boxer briefs underneath which came off soon enough.

His length was now fully exposed to you in full glory. While you were working on his lowers, he had managed to take off his shirt. He smelt like lavenders.

His hands trailed on the sides of your body. Wherever his skin came in contact with yours, goosebumps started rising. His hands trailed northwards and plunged his thumb in your mouth. You licked it hungrily.

You swiftly pinned his hands to his sides, preventing them from motion.

"I've got some plans," you smirked.

I just wanna take my time

we could do this baby all night

Yeah, 'cause I want you bad

Yeah I want you baby

One whole hour had passed and you had had three orgasms. None of you showed any trace of stopping. You were bouncing on his cock, ecstatic from the fact that it was Niall who took your virginity tonight. You realized that he had still not climaxed even once.

"I just wanna take me time, love. We can do this all night." he said when you urged him.

Fingertips putting on a show

Got me now when I can't say no

Wanna fuck with you all alone

Take me home

You slithered your hand down to where you were connected. You let out a loud moan while doing so. The pads of your fingers brushed against his balls and you knew where to grip now.

You squeezed his balls gently earning a deep growl from his throat. His back arched up as he squeezed his eyes shut. You knew you hit the right chord.

"Niall James Horan," you declared. "Will you cum or not?"

"Yes - ah - yes I will!!!"

"Good cause I'm so close... Shit!" you went faster. You were on the brink of another climax when-

"Hold it!" he demanded. You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to cum with him. You painfully held it in you till you were sobbing. Even though you were on top, Niall was still the dominant person here.

When you couldn't hold it in, you squeezed his balls again. This time, harshly. Your fingertips put on a great show on his scrotum. This sent him over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back and your toes curled as you felt hot spurts of his seed fill up your contracting walls.

This was the best feeling ever. Your head began to sway as you lost your senses. You collapsed on him. You fainted on his cock.

....

"What do ya think- or remember?" Niall asks, taking the seat beside you.

"Excuse me? You wrote a whole damn song on this?" you ask with confusion.

"Mmhmm... Stayed up all the night. Inspiration can come from anywhere," he gave you a playful grin.

An awkward moment of silence took over on the dining table.

He stood up and without wasting a moment, kissed you on the lips. His tongue swirled in your mouth since you easily allowed him entrance.

He broke away from the kiss. "I wouldn't mind writing another one,"

You kissed him again. "Then let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room!"

He smirked sexily.

"Yeah. Small Talk."

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