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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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Hired Gun

Bodyguard! Loki x y/n Stak reader

18+ | contains angst and mentions of SA. Lil short chap

Part 6 Part 7

Loki didn’t sleep the whole night. He was either watching you sleep, hoping you didn’t throw up, pacing his living room as he spiraled into a pit of self hate and regret or simply sitting still, piecing together the night. How could he have been so stupid, allowing his feelings to cloud his judgment, put you in danger, jeopardise his job? He kept recounting the moments that led up to him leaving, wishing he could reverse time.

Unaware that you had even fallen into a dreamless sleep, you awoke, squinting as you opened your eyes, the sun shining through the blinds and into them. It took a moment for you to realise where you were, the familiar scent of Loki fragrant on the duvet as you pulled it closer, almost hugging it and inhaling. A content sigh fell past your lips as you breathed him in before vague memories of last night began streaming in. You remembered the both of you had an argument, the fact that you still ended up in his bed was almost embarrassing. You looked down at yourself, still wearing your dress as you tried to remember how exactly you ended up at Loki’s before the bedroom door opened, Loki walking inside holding a glass of what looked like orange juice.

“Thank god you’re okay.” He greeted. He looked tired.

“What happened?” You questioned, confused at his relief and the fact that it was clear he didn’t spend the night with you.

“You were spiked I think.” He answered almost earnestly as he made his way closer to the bed. You swallowed thickly after he spoke, a rush of memories flooding you leaving your throat dry.

“H-how did you find me?” You uttered.

“I should have never left you.” He answered, handing you the juice as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking into your eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself.” You tried to console him, putting the juice on his bedside table before placing your hand on his arm. It wasn’t his fault, you told him to leave.

“How can I not, I was supposed to protect you.” He shouted, seemingly at himself although it caused you to flinch as he stood up.

“Loki—”

“It’s my job, my duty.” He continued, walking the length of the room.

“So that’s all I am, a job?” You scoffed, hurt. Loki sighed as he stopped his pacing and turned to look at you sitting in the middle of his bed, his duvet drowning you as he bit his tongue, willing himself to not speak, to not tell you that you’re more than a job, that you’re the love of his life but he couldn’t risk complicating things with emotions anymore. Last night he did, he let his anger control him which led to him leaving. That’s the reason you were in this mess, his ridiculous emotions. He couldn’t risk harming you further.

“Yes y/n, you’re my responsibility okay, my job.” He answered calmly, his words impaling you as you nodded in reply, fighting down a sob at his admission. You wanted to cry, to scream, to ask if it meant nothing, if every moment spent together was worthless, if he was simply incapable of love or if it was you he couldn’t love. “A job I’m sure I’ll lose once I explain—”

“I won’t tell my dad.” You quickly interrupted, voice void of emotion as you peeled back the duvet, standing to your feet. “Thanks for last night, now can you take me home.” You asked stoically, ignoring your face burning as his eyes landed on it.

“Y/n—“

“Now please.” You stressed, pushing past him as you walked out of his bedroom.

The drive back home was silent, your brain replaying the night in your head. You remembered it all, what you said to Loki, Rumlow practically feeding you drinks and his hands on your body when your back was against the wall. You remembered asking him to stop, telling him to stop and the darkening of his eyes as he continued. You remembered being helped, Loki taking you to his place, helping you to bed and the feeling of him stroking your cheek in the night. You remembered him kissing your forehead, feeling loved before the morning came and took it all away.

“Well I’m safe here, you can leave if you want. You’re probably tired after last night.” You offered, undoing your seatbelt when you reached home.

“Or I could stay.” Loki suggested.

“Okay.” You spoke, shrugging your shoulders and feigning nonchalance as you opened the car door before making a beeline to the front door, not bothering to check whether Loki had followed you or if he had decided that his job stops there, once you’re home safe.

You pushed the door open, making your way to the stairs before you spotted your dad looking at you expectedly. You made a detour to him instead as you plastered on a wide smile.

“How was last night hunny?”

“Great” you lied, kissing his cheek “I stayed at a friend's house.” You added, turning to leave.

“Y/n wait, come here a sec.” He requested.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, facing him.

“Are you okay hon?”

“Yeah, why?” You pretended to chuckle as if his worry wasn’t warranted.

“You just seem—different.” He noted.

“I’m fine dad, now can I go?” You asked as if he was just being paranoid.

“Yeah, you can go.” He smiled before you continued your journey to your room, your own smile falling once your back was to him, face aching as you sniffled slightly, trudging up the stairs. Finally reaching your bedroom, you were free, your tears flowing down your face as your legs gave way underneath you, your body hurtling to the ground. You fell, your knees making contact on the hard floor as you cried. It felt good to be able to feel physical pain, your knees throbbing from the impact. It took away from the mental pain, the emotional pain, the memory of Rumlows hands roaming your body, the dejection from Loki.

Emotions Loki sighed to himself, they’d be the death of him if he didn’t already feel so empty now. He glanced at the empty passenger seat of his car, wondering why he didn’t chase after you.

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mixes-archive · 1 year

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You know what i need?

I NEED könig with an s/o who also got bullied in childhood, maybe not as much as the big guy but still preaty severe bullying

I don't care if it's headcanons or a scenario i just need this concept in my life

I. Am. Begging. Please

"In der Vergangenheit"

It is my responsibility and job to meet my visitors needs, so please, enjoy! I'm also really sorry if I moved away from the prompt a little, so feel free to request this again if you aren't happy or just want more :)

Also huge warning for self doubt and all the things that come with bullying

VERY ANGSTY, BUT ALSO COMFORT

You and König were alike in a lot of ways. Socially awkward, working for the military and severely bullied as children.

But, there was also something...

He talked about his trauma.

You didn't.

Years of dismissal had led you to just bottle it up until you were seconds away from exploding, letting it all out on whoever was unfortunate enough to be nearest to you.

You two were different in that sense.

He's only mentioned his bullying once, but from what you've heard, it was bad. How hadn't his parents noticed the bruises and scars? Or were they just not bothered to care? No, from what he's described, they do care about him. Then again, he tended to romanticize things...

But who would you be to call him a liar?

One time, when he asked about your childhood, you'd claimed it was good, great even. Many friends, loving family, supportive teachers, you name it.

But there was always just one part you left out. König didn't need to know, it didn't concern him, he had enough going on already. Your pain was nothing compared to his.

And so, the bottling continued.

Heavy footsteps crunched against the snow coating the pavement. Luckily, some neighbor had salted the sidewalks a few days ago, just before the snow fell down hard.

Your heavy and erratic breaths painted the air with white clouds. König had told you that as a child, he pretended to smoke a cigarette whenever the temperatures dropped so low, it was a nice moment you shared. God, you couldn't wait to be back in his arms.

Today had just been too much. Too loud, too busy, to fast and too slow at the same time. You just wanted to go home.

Wrapping your coat tighter around your body, you sped up, finally seeing the only house on the street with the lights still on at this ungodly hour. Hopefully, he wasn't still awake and just left the light on as a courtesy.

You searched your bag for the key, quickly growing frustrated at your inability to find it, letting out a loud groan just in time for the door to open to reveal your lover.

His bright smiled dropped at the sight of you, tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes and a less than pleased look. König wrapped you in his arms and pulled you inside.

Your eyes were fixed on the ground, but you could feel him gently removing your coat and untying your shoes. His voice seemed almost distant as he asked if you could just slightly stand up on one foot so he could take them off, patting your quads as a thanks for doing so.

He could tell you weren't quite there.

That terrified you. The thought of someone seeing you at your weakest again...

The tears fell before you could think about it.

You found yourself carried to the couch, thick blanket wrapped around you, a cup of tea in your hand, the steam warming your cheeks still frozen from being outside so long. He sat next to you, gently running his hands up and down your arms. A pleasant silence overtook you both as you slowly started to calm down, but still on edge.

"Are you okay?"

God, how you hated that question. You couldn't keep count of how many times you'd been asked that. They didn't care, just asking to seem like they did. A polite question really, but useless and hurtful in the long run.

Earnest answers were never appreciated in this situation, you'd gotten used to coming up with excuses for watery eyes or a sour face.

But today was the last straw.

"What do you fucking think, Einstein? Do I look okay, do you honestly think that I'm just the slightest bit okay?? Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

His face dropped even further, frown very visible. Yet, he didn't look angry. He never did.

"Look I- I don't know what's going on, but do not take this out on me. I love you, you know that, but screaming will get you nowhere. I'd know."

The words didn't quite register in your mind, you tried your best to wiggle out of his grasp, but the more you struggled, the tighter he held on. His volume rose the more he spoke.

"Running away won't fix this, Schatz. We need to talk this out this time."

"Let go of me."

"No, this happened before and I gave up then, but not now."

"Please."

Uncontrollable sobs left you as he sank you further into a hug, ignoring your punches and clawing.

It reminded you, no- it sent you back to the moment that started it all. Started your suffering. The katalyst, and you were trapped in that memories grasp.

"Please! I- I promise I didn't tell them anything! I c- couldn't do that please leave me alone please!"

"Oh." Königs voice audibly trembled, his grip loosening as you stopped struggling and let your body sink into him. He slowly raised his arms to rub soothing circles intk your back.

"You should've told me, Dirndl." you clung to his shirt as your sobbing slowly stopped.

"I know, it's just that- God I don't know actually... I'm sorry"

"Nein, shhh... Du musst dich für nichts entschuldigen, du hattest bestimmt deine Gründe."¹

He stood up with you, carrying the sad heap you were to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed. "Do you want to talk about it? Oh, you're still really cold, maybe over a bath?"

"That sounds... Nice, thank you, König..."

"Kein Problem, Maus.² Now, what are their names?"

Translation

¹"No, shhhh... You don't have to apologize, you must've had your reasons."

²"No problem, mouse"

#könig x reader #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #könig call of duty

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tinyvesselhearts · 1 year

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There's no place for us to stay (Egon x Reader)

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt/comfort, Reader's father was a cultist

It's Chapter 10 of my Thing Is fanfic. Can be read as standalone.

It’s nine in the evening. You crack the window and roll down the blinds. New York is a noisy city at any hour and you’ve grown used to it— to the incessant humming of engines, puddled streets and distant laughing— but in the familiar cacophony of sounds you hear one that seems unusual. You lean towards the pane and listen. There’s nothing there for a few seconds but when the noise appears once more, you realize it does not come from the city.

Someone’s knocking on the door.

You approach it, steps quiet, muscles tense. One peek through the peephole sets you at ease.

“Egon?”

You unlock the door. He’s there: tired, hair tousled from the air outside, cheeks cold. His eyes are focused and a little too alert for your liking.

“…Hi.” He breathes out. “I’m sorry for disturbing you so late but it’s urgent.”

“Come in.”

“Thank you.”

Your apartment is small but rather neat. You move near your cot and desk, slide into the kitchen and switch on the kettle. Egon follows through the room, mindful of knick- knacks laying on the floor. He walks inside. Leans back against the fridge, facing you. You pull out a mug for him, put in a sachet and hop on the counter.

The space is narrow. Clean air seeps through the window. Heat radiates. You almost touch.

“The subject came round”, Egon informs. “Am I mistaken to recall that it was Yog- Sothoth who tainted your father’s mind?”

“That’s correct. Is it somehow connected to our new acquaintance?”

“I hate to say it but yes. He claims to be his child. I suppose it was a metaphor but you can see how it all ties up to a very saddening conclusion.”

“…My dad?”

He nods.

The kettle whistles and you move to turn it off immediately, then tilt it and watch the teabag sink in hot water. A cloud of steam hits your face.

“Honestly, it sucks. I knew it somehow but hoped… I just hoped…” You shake your head, putting the kettle away. “…Uh. It’s not that easy. I was a kid. I don’t remember a lot, just bits and pieces. Nothing usable, really.”

“You’ve mentioned your father kept a journal.”

“My father’s diaries are in my uncle’s possession. He won’t give them to me. I’ve tried to talk him into that but he… he won’t do it. Not after what my dad did.”

Egon stares you in the eyes and raises a brow.

“We could try talking to him together.”

“You’re unhinged.”

“True. But I look reasonable.”

You bark out a laugh but it’s comes out a little teary. You haven’t slept enough for a long time now. The thoughts invading your mind are hazy and corrosive, they bump into your feelings and make you dizzy. Head feels light. Eyelids heavy. There’s a single drop hanging in the corner of your eye— but it’s okay, it’s a wound that’ll heal— and you’re not even sure why you’re crying but you are. In a few seconds your laugh turns into a sob, then another.

You hide your face away, cover it with both hands. Breathing seems hard all of a sudden. Eyes flooded and helpless. You bite your tongue and wait for the pain to mend whichever part of your soul is cracking.

Egon straightens and that’s enough for your knees to touch his hips. He offers you a hand. You reject it.

“No, no”, you swallow a bile. “I’m alright.”

“You don’t seem alright.”

You shake your head. Wipe the tears away. Cheeks are wetter than you thought.

“You’re one in a million, Egon Spengler. It’s my issue and I have to cope”, you sigh, looking through the window. “Let’s get it over with. I’ll just grab my coat and we’re going to get those diaries. The sooner, the better.”

“Are you sure you’re in a condition to go?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’ll pass. I cry for no reason sometimes.”

You slide off of the counter, oddly brushing against his abdomen and chest. You don’t dare look into his eyes. There’s a task at hand— a task you haven’t been strong enough to fulfill by yourself. Uncle Neil’s going to be pissed. He’ll yell and remind you of all the things you wish you’d forget. You hate it. Dread it. Despise going back to your youth because it’s all tainted with a huge, dark splat— with underlying grief and horror, forbidden knowledge spoiling your home and you were aware of none of it at that point. What happened later poisons the entire memory. You shut it out and haven’t looked that way in a long time.

You fasten the buttons of the coat. Your hands are shaking. Egon helps you with it and gently wraps a scarf around your neck.

The streets are cold and uninviting. Whatever comfort you’ve found in New York’s bustling aura has vanished— it’s all white noise now, dirt and smog, and neon lights. You walk on and on, leading Egon through the infrastructural maze. A few shortcuts taken, a few crossroads passed and you end up in a familiar area— steep pavement escalates like stairs, every step you trudge heavier, dejecting. Cracked concrete tiles have given in to mossy tufts. The air is wet and filled with scents of gravel, exhaust, junk and rubber— all of them painting a tactile reflection of the New York which became your home. Tonight, though, it’s anything but.

When you approach the dark mahogany door it’s almost ten.

Your heart is racing. Uncle Neil might not even be in there. A part of your brain tries to placate the other but your body reacts for itself: cold sweat and shivers are hard to ignore. You reach out. Knock. Wait.

Footsteps come from the other side. Then, your whispered name. Whatever courage and strength you’ve had is gone right this instant and all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, don’t cry—

The door cracks open. A familiar, slightly hunched old man rounds his eyes. His wrinkled features look warm but hardened by years of internal turmoil.

“Uncle—” you manage but his stern look diverts toward Egon.

“Who’s this?”

“Can we come in?”

He’s stalling for a good moment. He gives Egon a once- over, judges his hair, glasses, scarf and coat— and dear God, you’re grateful Egon’s right about looking like a trustworthy, reasonable man because uncle Neil doesn’t ask any more questions. He lets you in and closes the door.

“So?”

You swallow. You want to cling to Egon’s arm but it’s not the time.

“Do you remember when I told you about the men I met a while back?”

“…Are you serious? And you dare bring him home?”

“He’s a good friend. He knows what he’s doing”, you rush to say but it’s not leveled anymore, it’s almost desperate. “They’re scientists, uncle, not cultists.”

Neil’s teeth clench. Fists do, too. His face contorts into an awful expression you’ve tried to forget. It’s ugly, tough and unforgiving, and can only lead to a fight.

“You have learnt nothing. Stupid girl! You’re bringing doom on us all over again!”

“It isn’t like that! Please, just let me explain—"

“I can’t believe you’re doing this. And he’s, what, luring you in with some cheap tricks? You’ll go down right the same path Nancy did! One of them will charm you, get married and use you for whatever godforsaken practices they perform in the basement! And you…”, Neil shakes his head, fuming. “You’ll stand by and watch your life get turned into ruin.”

You clench your teeth and fists. You shouldn’t engage, you should focus now— it’s not about you, it’s the diaries, don’t let it escalate— but it’s late, you’re tired and a flood of raw emotion overrides common sense.

“Do you honestly think I’d ever commit to someone who takes interest in ghosts after everything that happened?” You yell. “All I’m trying to do is the right thing! It’s not just about us anymore!”

“And it should stay that way! Not every fight is worth your time and effort. You have to let some things go, honey. It’s not your burden.”

“You’re right, sir. It’s ours”, Egon interjects. “I’m doctor Egon Spengler of the Ghostbusters. We are professionals. You might have heard. It’s not about you or your family but people who are getting hurt right this moment. We have reasons to assume the spreading sickness is a direct result of your brother’s misconduct. Every bit of information could help, the sooner the better. I will personally make sure your niece stays away from danger.”

“She could be away from danger, weren’t it for you!”

“The wrath of your brother stalks generations. His children as well. I hate to say this but I believe she might have been subjected to some shady practices and has been haunted by them for some time.”

“The names are there”, you whisper. “Yog- Sothoth. I didn’t want to tell you, you’d panic, it would be the ranch all over again…”

You’re caving in but Egon’s stare is calm and unwavering. He keeps looking into Neil’s eyes: honest, sensible, composed— and after a long minute Neil’s anger finally abates. He sighs, glances at you and takes note of how you’re half- hidden behind Egon’s coat. It’s safe, you want to say. He’s safe.

Uncle Neil straightens up.

“Look at the position I’m in, doctor Spengler. Put yourself in my shoes. What would you do?”

“Keep my family safe at all costs”, he says, doubtless. “Even if that took a toll on me.”

They stare at each other some more and then the unthinkable happens— Neil sighs, yields and disappears in a room on the left. Hollow sounds of moved furniture come from behind the door and when everything quiets down, the old man reemerges with his hands full.

The diaries.

“I’ll give them to your friend— and exclusively him”, he states. “I am parting with it with a heavy heart. Believe me, there’s nothing I hate more than giving them away. The amount of evil this knowledge can cause is abominable. You, honey, are strictly forbidden from reading it. That’s for your own sanity. Can you promise me that? No reading, not even a peek, are we clear?”

“Yes, uncle. We are. I won’t read it, cross my heart.”

He turns to Egon. Extends his hand and passes two thick tomes to him.

“This is it, doctor Spengler. The pink diaries”, he seems to hesitate for a second but the moment Egon touches the covers, Neil lets go. “They’re your responsibility. She’s the apple of your eye. Protect her. Do what you must. Don’t let me down.”

“Understood, sir.”

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Neither of you speaks for the better part of your walk home. The air is crisp. Bits of sand and dirt crunch beneath your feet. As some point you reach for Egon’s hand and he hooks a pinky around your finger. It’s not much— and oddly apprehensive— but you try not to think much of it.

You take a final turn onto your street when Egon breaks the silence.

“What was you reason for joining our team?”

“Don’t you remember? I wanted to apply to Uni, Studies of the Paranormal. That’s the closest I could get.”

“At your uncle’s house you said you’d never commit to someone who took interest in ghosts.” He sounds a little distant, lost in thought. “Job is a form of commitment. And this job, specifically, exposes you to the very thing you swore to avoid.”

You shrug and let go of his hand.

“It’s different”, you utter. “I wouldn’t get married to my job. Or start a family. It’s strictly professional, not personal, it’s just… different.”

“But it’s not. Your uncle has a point there. You keep saying you want to stay away from the paranormal for fear of getting hurt, and yet you seem strikingly attracted to it.”

The tone is leveled but for some reason it feels almost accusatory. Your brows knit.

“Can we… not?”

“I want to understand.”

“Not today. Please.”

“Why?”

“It’s been a hectic few weeks”, you explain. “I’m exhausted. Let’s not do this today, shall we?”

“You do realize it isn’t going to get any calmer as long as you’re with us though, right?”

“Alright, hang on. That’s… whatever it is—” you grunt, pent up exasperation finding its way out. “What’s the point you’re trying to make? Do you want to ditch me from the team? Is that your way of protecting me?”

“Absolutely not. I’ve spotted inconsistency in your viewpoint and it bothers me. You haven’t just applied for any job. You’re working with the specialists on the paranormal. You are personally committed. We are friends.”

“Okay! Okay, maybe I am attracted to the paranormal, maybe I adore learning about it and maybe I finally feel like I belong somewhere, alright? I’m surrounded by people who don’t treat it as a curse, who share the enthusiasm! Who don’t try to force a taboo on my past but help me understand”, you pant. “I want you to prove me wrong, I try to convince myself it’s temporary but I’ve grown fond of you and it’s only making things harder. I’m getting attached. Comfortable. And it’s horrifying.”

You’re at your wit’s end— so much so that you fail to recognize your body’s trembling— but Egon doesn’t seem deterred by this. He keeps looking you in the eyes, takes a step forward.

“Only because your premise is fallacious. All things are temporary. You cannot escape the inevitable but you can decide what to do with the time you’re given.”

“Wow. Thanks for spelling it out for me. It magically made me feel worse.”

“Because you misunderstand. Fighting the passage of time is useless. You’re wasting your time and energy on things you can’t control and it is the sole reason for your despair”, he says. “Why not focus on possibilities instead? Enjoy what life brings. Allow yourself to let go for a change.”

“Let go?” You wheeze. “That’s rich, coming from you. Working your ass off to the point of falling asleep on a microscope? Dating a mood slime in the name of science? Offering me to sleep in your bed just to collect data?... All you do has a cause and purpose, Egon. Have you ever tried actually feeling something?”

The silence that follows is terrifying.

A car passes by. Some fliers get pushed by a gust of wind, then tarnished as they tangle into somebody’s shrub. Yesterday’s newspaper lands in a puddle of mud. It drowns in the sewer.

“Thanks for walking me home”, you manage because there isn’t much you can say.

“Pleasure. I shall go back to the station and start reading before our subject wakes again.”

“…Yes. See you tomorrow.”

A bile in your throat is almost unbearable so you walk towards the entrance of your apartment building. Each step you take is begrudging. It almost feels like the mud from the street crawls up your ankles and sheens— wraps around your legs, slows you down— like your trudging gets heavier— like the words you said taste of dirt and grime, and you should apologize but you don’t know how—

“Do you really think I don’t feel anything?”

You turn around.

Egon is still there, hands shoved deep in his pockets. His cheeks and nose are red from the cold. He’s calm. He's patient. He’s a beautiful soul.

Somehow your heart sinks even further.

“…I’m sorry. It was insolent. I keep forgetting you could fire me.”

“We’re talking as friends now, not coworkers.”

“I should not have said that”, your voice shakes, “I owe you an apology. Please, forgive me. It’s lack of sleep and constant stress. And probably having to face some heavy family shite I fully intended to forget about. Shouldn’t have brought it out on you, Egon. You’re a good man. I'm sorry.”

“I could stay with you tonight.”

“No”, you say because the guilt’s consuming you. “Go back to the station, Ray’s fresh out of the hospital. He’s in no shape to keep watch over our guest all night. I’ll cope.”

“If anything happens—”

“I’ll call.”

“…Right.”

When you walk into your apartment, it’s dark and cold again. You notice a full mug of cool tea standing by the sink.

You close your eyes, grab it and pour it down the drain.

#ghostbusters #egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #fanfiction #egon spengler x you #ghostbusters fanfiction #egon spengler imagines #harold ramis #self insert #ao3 #angst #heavy angst #hurt/comfort

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flochsdishwasher · 2 years

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White walls

Zke smut lmaso. I hate this one so much. I HATE IT. IM SO SORRY ZEKEKINK

Lol I’m back and this one fucking sucks lol.

For @zekekink

IM SO SORRY I GOT OVERCONFIDENT. Anyways feel free to correct any mistakes because I was half asleep towards the end😭.

All consensual obviously.

Smut below the cut

“You’re joking.. here?” You breathed out as he kissed and sucked along your neck in a frenzied need.

Zeke pulled back for a moment, eyes clouded with lust. “Does it look like I’m joking with you?” His voice practically rumbled.

You shook your head. He was far from joking, not a raise of a lip or even his usual chuckle. Zeke was.. completely serious.

He grabbed your hand that was scrunched around his shirt and slowly slid it down his chest until you reached his crotch.

He was as hard as a rock.

“Does this show you how serious I am?” He groaned as he moved your palm against his bulge gently.

No words were able to form correctly. You were scared that if you even tried it would end up being a whole mess.

You nodded, but zeke was not satisfied with that.

He grabbed your chin In his hands roughly, shoving your head back against the closet door, “I need your words.” His warm breath fanning up your neck to reach your lips.

“Yes, it does.” You breathed out. Hand attempting to reach out to unbutton his shirt. Though his hands smacked them away without a second thought. “Patience, my love.” He whispered into your mouth before pressing his lips against yours roughly, letting go of your chin and pulling one of the straps of your shirt down halfway.

He then shoved his face into the crevice where your neck meets your shoulder, switching from nipping, to biting, to licking over the marks he had left. He leaned away to pull you into one more rough, wet kiss before pushing you down onto your knees aggressively.

“Now, I’m counting on you to give me the best fucking head I’m ever gonna have for the rest of my shitty fucking life.” Zeke said as he hastily unbuttoned his pants with one hand, while the other was at the top of your head, gripping your hair not so nicely.

He swiftly pushed his boxers down, his dick springing out and smacking you on the chin before resting over your eyelid. Zeke said nothing about it and repositioned his length over your mouth, tapping himself twice against your lips.

You shook your head with a tiny laugh, continuing on by licking at his tip, gathering precum on your tongue, and swirling it around his head.

Zeke curled his hand into a fist, leaning it against the wall to hold himself up.

every time you’d lick over his tip, his arm would tense, revealing his veins and muscle.

“Come on stop teasing me now.” He said through his teeth, grip tightening in your hair and pulling it backwards to get you to look up at him.

“You have a pretty face. Very pretty. I wonder what your pretty face would look like covered in my cum.” He lowered your face back to his length.

He paused for a second, pulling your head back to look at him again. “You’re okay with this?” You nodded quickly, more than ready to make this man cum down your throat with no regrets.

“I need an actual okay.”

“Yes! Damn.” You grabbed the base of his length, shoving him only halfway into your mouth, so you could still give attention to his tip.

“Fuck.” He hissed out, head thrown back with his Adam’s apple visible and bobbing up and down.

You pulled back to suck at his head for a few seconds before taking him deeper down your throat, hollowing your cheeks to avoid scraping your teeth against his dick.

You placed your hands on his thighs to balance yourself, taking notice to the way they would flex whenever you would use your tongue to tease at his underside.

“Just- yeah. Like that.” He whispered out breathily as you continued, taking all of him inside your mouth, and holding him there for a few seconds before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting you two. You kept eye contact with him as you placed a chaste kiss on his tip, continuing by running your tongue down to the base before going back up again.

Zeke was getting impatient now. Yes he most definitely was enjoying this, but in all honesty he just wanted to be inside you. If your throat felt this good imagine how good your pussy would feel.

“Fuck. Come here.” He placed his hands under your armpits and quickly pulled you up onto your feet without another word.

He leaned down to unbutton your pants, pulling them down your legs and over your feet, and then throwing them to the side like trash. You assisted him in taking off your underwear, giving them the same treatment as your pants.

Zeke wasted no time. getting down on his knees, and hiking both your legs up on his shoulders. You almost lost your balance a few times, but eventually found a comfortable position to keep yourself upright. Zeke looked up at you in question, wanting you to give him the okay.

“Yea go ahead.”

He chuckled quietly and turned his head back to your middle, breath fanning over you with his lips lightly brushing against your labia.

Goosebumps rose on your skin as you shivered violently. Zeke only smirked against you, finally letting his tongue slip past his lips and onto your core, circling his tongue over your clit a few times before engulfing you whole.

You grabbed onto the back of his head to keep your balance as you threw your head back against the door. You actually hit your head pretty hard but the sensation of zekes tongue working at your lower half overpowered the slight throb at the back of your head.

“Don’t stop.” You sighed out, back arching off the closet door slightly.

Zeke tugged at your labia, releasing it with a pop before leaning away to look at you.

“I won’t. Not until I have your thighs shaking with your legs clamped shut around my head.” His head went straight back onto your core, mouth, tongue, and teeth everywhere. There wasn’t an area that had been untouched. he was just everywhere.

Unexpectedly, you felt zekes tongue circle around your entrance, causing your thighs to tense for just a second.

“Fuck!” You screwed your eyes shut tightly, so tight to the point you saw those colorful patterns behind your eyelids.

Zeke looked up at you momentarily, pupils dilated as he took in your facial expression. His fingers squeezed at the flesh of your thigh as he shoved his tongue into your hole without warning.

You gasped In surprise. That gasp turning into a loud moan when he retracted and plunged it in once more.

“Zeke!” You couldn’t do anything but shout his name.

This seemed to turn him on even more as he squished his face into your core, nose brushing deliciously against your clit.

“Zeke I think-” you didn’t get to finish though, as your orgasm washed over you all at once.

Your thighs were shaking around zekes head, as he kindly let you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

Your thighs squeezed around his head harder, but he still continued to softly lick along your lips.

Eventually, you loosened your thighs from around his head, Fearful that you would suffocate him if you kept him there any longer.

as his face came into view, you felt your face go extremely hot.

you tried masking your embarrassment by asking if he was okay and continuously apologizing to him for almost suffocating him.

Zeke only bit down at your inner thigh and chuckled.

“I did tell you I wouldn’t stop until I had your legs clamped shut around my face. Remember?” He released your thighs from around his shoulder and assisted you in standing upright.

Next, he made you watch as he swiped his finger against his bottom lip, collecting your essence from the corner of his lip, and sliding it into his mouth, moaning softly at the taste.

“I wish I was able to survive on only your pussy for the rest of my life.” He licked the rest of you from around his lips, making sure your eyes were locked with his the entire time.

Once finished, he placed a chaste kiss onto your lips.

“You think you can keep going?” He asked while nudging his forehead with yours. You responded by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning your lips next to his ear.

“Of course.” You whispered, nipping at his helix playfully. Zeke grabbed you by the shoulders and shoved you up against the wall to the side, tearing off your shirt like it was merely tissue paper.

He pushed himself away from you to throw his own shirt off, as well as take off his pants that were still shoved down halfway.

He then proceeded to pull you into another rough kiss, hands immediately going to the back of your thighs and lifting you up, no sweat.

You wrapped your thighs around his waist, trying to get him as close to you as possible.

“Relax. We have all the time in the world sweetheart. No need to rush.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

One of his hands reached down to position himself at your entrance, while the other held you firm against his chest.

Once he had the right position, his hand went back up to hold onto your upper body.

“Look at me.” He said In a gentle manner.

Your eyes made contact with his; you two just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Unspoken words being traded with one another.

This felt different, but like a good different. It felt like you were both seeing each other for the first time even though you most definitely weren’t.

Enough of that though.

Zeke entered you in one swift motion, the both of you gasping into each other’s mouths.

You took zekes face in your hands, maintaining eye contact as he started moving inside of you at a leisurely pace.

Things were super intimate.

You and zeke keeping eye contact as he slowly fucked into you, the way he caressed your cheek with his thumb, and the way you ran your hands through his hair as if it was the softest thing you’ve ever laid your hands on.

Though as soon as zeke hit that certain spot inside of you, everything went back to how it always was.

Zeke clamped his eyes shut completely as your walls tightened around him significantly.

“Fuck, my god I’ll never get tired of being inside of you baby. Every time we- it’s like- fuck I don’t know.” His pace started to increase dramatically, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Just- keep going.” You shoved your face into his shoulder and bit down. Not too hard, but hard enough to make him wince.

“Yea, I’ll keep going- shit!” He cut his own self off as he felt the pressure from your teeth increase slightly.

“Oh god.” Zekes voice went up a pitch when he felt the new sensation of your nails dragging themselves down his spine.

“Keep doing that.” He elongated his thrusts and went harder, making sure you felt every little thing he did to you.

“You feel that? This is how you make me feel. How no one will ever make me feel besides you.” His thrusts started to increase once again as he spoke, you could only respond by moaning softly into his ear and occasionally nipping at it.

You started moving your hips once you felt that familiar feeling bubbling in your stomach. Zeke too apparently, as he started ramming into you as fast as humanly possible.

He helped with stimulation, reaching down to your clit and rubbing it in tight small circles.

and out of straight impulse zeke pinched your clit In between his fingers roughly. Not expecting you to react the way you did.

Your back arched and you whined out in pleasure.

“My! What a shocking discovery!” He panted out, Hand going to pinch your clit once again.

You cried out in ecstasy, hips and legs shaking with that familiar bubbly feeling in your lower belly becoming more apparent.

Zeke slapped your clit lightly this time. you swear you thought you’d die of a Heart attack because of this man.

“Hah- I never thought I’d get off on my clit being sla-“ you got cut off by your own moans.

“Yea? You like that?” He slapped your clit again and continued on by massaging your clit gently to soothe any stinging or pain he may have caused you.

That little slap is what sent you over the edge though, everything going white for a split second. You felt as if you’d been reborn.

Zeke pulled out of you, shoving his dick in between your thighs and thrusting himself in between them until he eventually reached his own high.

Both you and zeke slouched against each other. you panted heavily against his shoulder as he breathed heavily against your neck.

When he pulled away you took notice to his tinted red cheeks and the slight bite marks painted at the bottom of his lip.

“I think that’s the best fucking orgasm I had in my life, wow.” He said while he lowered you back down onto your feet, moving you from your spot against the wall.

“Yea same here.” You were expecting him to reply or maybe even chuckle because zeke is someone who always has to get the last word, but there was nothing. Silence. Weird coming from zeke.

“Zeke?“ you turned your head at him to see him staring at the wall you had been shoved against.

“Hah.” A small laugh escaped his lips.

“What is it?“ you asked curiously.

He pointed towards the wall.

You looked at the wall, seeing it stained with both yours and zekes jizz.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to repaint these walls white.”

#attack on titan #zeke smut #zeke yaeger x reader #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #aot zeke #zeke x you #zeke x reader

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gods-chariots · 3 months

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I remember letters, voice messages, pictures, and videos.

We existed nowhere whole, but between the lines of poems, lyrics, and conversations,

in a plane of code and pixels where I didn't have touch to remember you by.

We hid each other there.

Segments parallel to each other’s lines, rushing, electrocuting.

I used to hope just not to lose you, but toward the end hoped to keep you somewhere with a pulse, inside my chest, so when you sent me your voice, you spoke from within me.

I am reminded of how similar I am to the machine that bridged, limited us.

I had signed up to become it, become preordained for confinement,

and it was my soul that became desperate

to disrobe my flesh and bone and reveal the metals, glass, and wires that puncture the heart pumping pleas to exist differently, someplace else.

There, under the tree breaking the pavement, scribbled with the aging marks of slides and flips.

In the field of the fenced airport. Along palm trees. Outside your window,

where we would gift each other cities, skies, trips.

Why did I pretend I felt nothing for the picture

of the scatter of toys and strollers around your feet,

your gentle company, long kinks of hair stark against the pin-straights of your baby brothers?

How could I keep in my throat the erupting ache to be there? To show you, really try to show you how much I wished we could be next to each other? Why didn't I? Why couldn't I? Why couldn’t I break the language of grit and grudge and guilt and find a way to reach into you through clicks, keys, scrapped files of pictures with slow shutter speeds, under that palm tree, make you look me in the eye and feel my palm?

Why was I a machine then, but when temper was lost, and you were dead to me,

and I was remembering other people by what I could not remember you by,

and when you found out, you wished to hurt me, and you intended to inflict pain on me,

why was I real? Why am I human when I miss you, hate you, when I want you gone?

Why did I care about being real only when we hurt each other for it? When I condemned you for showing what I couldn’t? When you spat at me for it? I did not know what any of it meant, and I still do not.

Why do I care about being a real girl for you now only when you have found someone there? Your true heart beats for them, and while I prayed to soothe you in the muscles of mine, I only hear myself from a silent ringer. I am a bar in a panel and bubbles of text and dropped calls.

I miss stitching what I remember. I remember tender offerings of comfort from across the world that I am glad never have been fulfilled,

for if I smelled you on your corpse bride jacket and saw your fingerprint on the ruby pendant, I would die.

Images, letters—they were enough. They were too much and too little. I feel like you would have loved to take care of me in images and letters. Look at me in tilts and pans. Find me in code and clouds. Love me in ones and zeros. You said you love me when I told you how you miss home when you I can't remember which was only something you would have said I can't remember from learning your brightness,

that harsh gratitude that translated far more profound than a wild, extrinsic, real life end. What I remember is how much I bled for you and how much guilt I harbored. I remember clearly all the violent wishes and bouts of painful anger.

We were always relieved to be okay and crawl and grip the phones that called and rung, no matter how unresolved, how futile. I thought it wasn't. For a couple of days. I could've done it. I could've become more. I felt it. I love you.

I remember us saying not to say it, but it always came back, so let us have had it.

Let us have had the privilege to have loved within the confines of screens,

through rushes of wired bolts of lightning, survived by millions of deleted letters, voice messages, pictures, and videos. I lie headless there where it all is. Thank you for knowing we are alive.

#poetry #prose #writing #letter #uh #e-dating is bullshit #none of it makes sense #none of it is real #so why is the pain real #why does it hurt #i don't usually write like this #but this is very personal #it's weird but i want to share it #i love you #thank you

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shay-krbk · 1 year

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CW Tags- explicit content, smut, selfcest, KrBk switches

Eijiro and Katsuki chase after a villain, they just cornered the guy. They had him, it was all over.

But what they weren't expecting was the guy to /charge/ at them. Like why, doesn't he know he's going to be caught?

So his actions catch them off guard, but only for a moment.

Eijiro found himself blocking Katsuki because neither were fully aware of what this guy's quirk was. Of course Katsuki is yelling and spouting what a dumbass Eijiro is, but it's all cut short when the two of them are surrounded in a cloud of purple haze. They immediately cover their noses to keep from breathing it in, not knowing if it was toxic or not.

And just like that the guy was gone. No sign of him anywhere as the fog settled.

The two stared at each other, nothing felt off, they weren't hacking up a lung from the smoke. Everything felt fine.

They turned in their reports at the end of their shifts and headed home. Leaving the villain to be found by the next shift. They were exhausted and just ready to be home.

Eijiro followed Katsuki into their apartment, both stripping their clothes as they made their way to shower.

Too exhausted to do much, they stood under spraying water, holding onto one another letting the heat melt away the soreness of their overworked muscles.

And that's when something started to feel off. Yeah, they busted their asses on patrol today, exerting their quirk repeatedly, of course they would be tired.

But they were completely drained, their bodies feeling heavy.

"Ei, that guys quirk, you think..."

"I think so..."

The two clung to one another as they slipped down into the tub, eyes too heavy to hold open anymore, they fell asleep then and there.

It had to be a couple hours since they passed out, the water ice cold cold against their bodies. They still felt okay, no longer tired.

But something was /definitely/ different.

Katsuki looked at Eijiro as soft grunts could be heard coming from the other side of the bathroom door.

They lived alone and weren't expecting any company, so they both scrambled out of the tub, being as quiet as they could, careful not to alert the intruders.

Still naked and drenched, Katsuki took the lead and slowly opened the bathroom door. What he saw was /not/ what he expected and quite frankly had him transfixed on the scene before him.

On their bed was them. Another Kirishima and Bakugou, two familiar bodies intertwined, clutching to one another. The other Kirishima had his legs pushed up against his chest as the other Bakugou railed into him, the sounds of their skin slapping with every thrust.

"Kats, what the hell is going on?" Eijiro whispered in his ear.

"I think...I think it's that guys quirk. It's a copy of some sort. Would explain why we were so drained earlier. It has to be," Katsuki said quietly, trying not to jerk his rapidly growing cock, cause watching himself fuck into his boyfriend had him aching for Eijiro to bury his cock inside him.

"Tell me I'm not the only one who's turned on by this? I mean should we be worried?" Eijiro asked.

"No, fuck, I am too, shitty hair. I doubt it, it's us and from what I've read on Copies, they don't always harness the same abilities or strength as the ones they were created from. Only one way to find out for sure."

"Wait, Kat don't..."

"Oi," Katsuki called out, opening the door all the way, easing out of the smaller room, "Hate to interrupt but just what the fuck do ya think you're doing?"

Bakugou froze mid thrust, casting a glance towards Katsuki, "The fuck's it look like I'm doing dumbass? Fucking him better than your lousy dick could."

"Tch, I could fuck him just fine if I wanted. /I'm/ the one who gets fucked here, not the other way around."

"Kats, are you seriously competing with your own damn self? You and I both know how things work, let them have their fun babe," Eijiro said, shaking his head.

"Damn, here I thought I could get a taste of fucking my original," Kirishima pouted, "Not that your cock isn't good baby," he reassured Bakugou.

Katsuki looked back to Eijiro, both holding the same look of curiosity. Like how often would another opportunity come about like this, being able to quite literally fuck themselves.

"Ei?"

"Yeah, I know. I mean...Can we really do this?" Eijiro asked, nibbling his bottom lip, "I mean I've never bottomed before so..."

"Well, I'll be more than happy to change that, "Kirishima smirked, slipping out from under Bakugou.

"Tch, since you think you know what your doing, go on and give it your best shot," Katsuki locked eyes with Bakugou, "How long does the quirk even last?"

"Few hours, so stop wasting time. Wanna get fucked or not, Blasty?" Bakugou grabbed for Katsuki, pulling him against his chest, "Maybe I can teach you how to fuck shitty hair properly."

"As if..." words cut short as Bakugou smashed their lips together, taking complete control of the kiss. A hot tongue dived into Katsuki's mouth, swirling around his own. Teeth nipped against his lips.

"You like that?" Kirishima whispered as Eijiro watched the two blondes, "Wanna know what it feels like? What it's like for him when he kisses you?"

Eijiro groaned and let the other redhead have his way. He was pushed back onto the bed as Kirishima climbed on top of him, leaning down to lock their lips. It was rough, but gentle, he could feel the pressure of those sharp teeth dig into his bottom lip.

The thickness of Kirishima's tongue filled his mouth, licking into him and slowly sucking his own.

"Not too bad," Kirishima whispered, "Now open your legs for me."

Katsuki soon joined the bed as Bakugou laid him down beside Eijiro. They both looked at each other, eyes half lidded, as their copies spread their legs open.

"We're gonna fuck you so good," they said in unison.

Katsuki and Eijiro both arched off the bed as their holes were stretched open.

Eijiro's eyes squeezed shut at the stretch, he's fucked himself with toys, none as big as his cock though.

"Ah, s-shit. This...this what it feels like when I fuck you Kats?"

"Y-you're fucking huge, baby," Bakugou commented.

"I love how big your cock is, Ei. Does it, hnnng oh fuck, does it feel good?" Katsuki moaned as Bakugou slipped further inside his tight heat, fully sheathing his cock.

"Fucking tight, blasty," Bakugou panted above him.

"Y-yeah, Kats. Gods, it feels so, so fucking good," Eijiro's hand reached out to grab Katsuki's as Kirishima set a steady pace, his cock rubbing against his sweet spot, one he could hardly ever reach on his own. Each brush had his eyes rolling back.

"See what you've been missing? Feels good being filled huh? Makes you want him to fuck you doesn't it?" Kirishima smirked, snapping his hips forward eliciting a cry from the redhead.

"Yes, yes fuck, fuck me /harder/ ," Eijiro begged, squeezing Katsuki's hand.

"Fuck, Ei. You look so good right now baby, " the blonde said, "Harder, make me cum on that cock, fuck."

"Such a lil cumslut Katsuki," Bakugou said, ramming his cock deep inside him, grinding into his prostate, "Wanna cum that bad? Go ahead, make yourself cum, fuck yourself on my cock."

"Such a Daddy," Kirishima cooed as he watched Bakugou fuck into the blonde, "I feel your hole clamping around my cock, Eijiro. You wanna cum to? Wanna cum with your baby boy?"

"Hnng, please, fuck me, m-make me cum," Eijiro begged, his body aching for release. Watching Katsuki take his own cock had him reeling towards the edge, "Fuck him, Kats. Want you to cum for me baby."

Katsuki ground his ass back on Bakugou, abusing his spot over and over as he watched Kirishima pound mercilessly into his boyfriend.

"Ei!"

"Kats!"

The two cried out as their cocks shot ropes of cum up their chest, their holes milking the others cocks. Only then did Bakugou fuck into Katsuki once more, chasing his own release.

"Close," Kirishima moaned.

"Me too," Bakugou said.

Katsuki and Eijiro whimpered as their sensitive holes were fucked into harder, watching as their copies locked lips just as they both came, painting their insides white.

Bakugou and Kirishima collapsed on top of them breathing heavily and Katsuki and Eijiro could only lay there, both too tired to move or do anything for that matter.

"You good, Ei?"

"Mhm, you?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Times about up, make sure you make Eijiro feel good, fill his greedy lil hole for me," Kirishima said, shooting the blonde a wink.

"Tch, he's just as needy. His hole practically sucked the cum from my cock when I came," Bakugou smirked, "I'm sure these two can take fucking turns filling each other up."

Then they were gone.

They would have thought it was some sort of crazy dream if it wasn't from the cum still leaking from their used holes.

Maybe the idea of finding that guy just to use his quirk crossed their minds, maybe next time they could fuck their copies instead.

Just maybe, till then though, they had other plans of seeing who could take being filled the most.

~the end

#bnha smut #selfcest #kirishima x bakugou #switches #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bnha #twitter repost

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the-punslinger · 1 year

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Exandria Unlimited Quotes and Memorable Moments - Series 1 (44/?)

Fearne: "So here we go. Let me do my human teeth dice." Aabria: "I hate hearing about them every time."

Aabria: "This is not the outfit you want to nervous sweat in, but I am." Dorian: "It's a wetsuit."

Aabria: "Inside its outstretched hand..." Opal: "I once bought a stool that looked like that. I mean, not as grotesque, but like a hand."

Dariax: "All right. Opal, I'm coming! And then I dart down and [impacts] land right in the dirt next to you, [poof] a little bit of impact. What do you need?" Opal: "Can I pull my hand out?" Aabria: "What part of "It's hard for you to move are you just not interacting with as a human?"

Dariax: "I begin the process of doing so, since I already did my action to heal myself and my movement. I'm right now just reaching out into space, being like: I apologize, not trying to get fresh. Okay, there we go, there we go. I got the waist a bit. Opal: "You can get fresh." Aabria: "Let's go." Fearne: "I mean, we could die any minute, so." Opal: "I don't want to die a virgin." Aabria: "Amazing."

Dariax: "Sure, yeah, I guess if I'm feeling the energy drawing my attention towards it, I'm going to try and extend my will towards it and be like: Any help I can get? Aabria: "What most do you want to be able to do? What does Dariax want most right now?" Dariax: "Right now, to help Opal." Aabria: "Okay. Okay. Dariax, you are now under the effect of the Haste spell." Dariax: "Oh!" Fearne: "Ooh!" Opal: "I don't know that one." Dariax: "It's good." Opal: "Oh, good." Aabria: "That's going to stack with the wings horribly." Liam: "This is it, Matt." Aabria: "Cool, cool, cool." Orym: "Now it's your turn." Dariax: "I am become Vax." Aabria: "I didn't realize what I was doing until just right now." Orym: "Just doubled 90 feet of movement, baby!" Dariax: "Yeah." Opal: "Nice!" Fearne: "Damn. Aabria: "Cool, cool, cool, this is fine. It doesn't break my encounter at all. Matt: "You know that scene in Advent Children where Cloud goes into his Neo Omni-Slash and you see Sephiroth going boom, boom, boom, boom?" Aabria: "Yep." Dariax: "That's going to be Dariax. Well, it would be until I hit zero hit points next round, anyway. So I'll continue, that's the end of my turn." Fearne: "Oh boy." Aabria: "Vibes, beautiful." Opal: "Okay. So what do I do now?" Aabria: "Nothing. You're done, unless you use your movement." Opal: "Okay, I'm sorry." Aabria: "Oh, don't apologize." Opal: "To him!" Aabria: "Oh, yeah, you should apologize to him." Dorian: "I can't hear you. I'm unconscious." Aabria: "He's dead." Dariax: "You can hear Dariax screaming 'Dorian'!"

#exandria unlimited #series1 #epi8

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voidselfshipp · 2 years

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Sweather Weather

Cw:nudity mention. Food/meat mention. Gif tw eye contact

Only mutuals okay to reblog.

Summary: lazaro wakes up at 4 a.m. to find karls spot empty, so he goes down to the factory only to be faced by his husband wearing a tattered sweater, he finds it adorable. Specially considering the song he was listening to.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifehenrycooldown

A/n: I was listening to an ambience of heiseys factory and they put a cover of sweather weather in the background so I had to write this.

Lazaro awoke in heisenbergs home built inside the factory, his hands searched for his husband to no avail,sighing he checked the clock, four am, he wasnt in bed yet.

Sluggishly getting out of bed, he drags himself to put on a comfortable hoodie and walk down the stairs to the actually factory.

The elevator goes down to the manufacturing floor, the soldats hanging from the conveyor belt as he made his way towards Heisenbergs private office/workshop.

As hes about to knock on the door, he heard music. Once he listened to the lyrics carefully he found out it was a rock cover of "Sweather weather".

And all I am is a man

I want the world in my hands

I hate the beach

But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Let's have an adventure

Lazaro knocked on the door softly-- Who is it?-- Karl asked from the other side.

--Its me, can you Open up please?-- the younger Man asked.

Quickly the heavy metal Doors Open revealing Karl himself with one soldering iron on one hand and the other pulling up the soldering mask, he was wearing a warm grey sweater lazaro had gotten him for his birthday, that was now tattered with some holes in it.

--Ah, dearest, hello--Karl greeted leaving the blowtorch on the table and hugging his beloved husband-- what do I owe the visit?

--Babe, its four am-- Laz replied concerned-- lets go to sleep

Heisenberg sighed-- let me finish this okay?

The younger Man grabbed his partners sleeves and Gently tugged at them-- c'mon...-- he ushered quietly.

Head in the clouds but my gravity centered

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

Karls mind was in the clouds. Or rather... his work, that wasnt until he felt his lovers hand graze his neck and caress his jawline with his thumb, returning the gesture, heisenberg quickly put his hands Gently around his lovers neck and caressed his cheeks with his roughened thumbs.

-- Youre going to catch a cold-- the older Man teased-- small highwaisted shorts? Really?

--Hey. I was sleeping in my underwear with one of your shirts, and if it bothers you that much lets go to bed so I dont freeze -- Laz answered with a smirk.

Karl sighed pressing a kiss to lazaro's forehead-- Mein herz..

Oh, he knows what I think about

And what I think about

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

'Cause it's too cold

For you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

--I know what youre thinking about you know?-- Dimitrescu's son joked-- you wanna Keep working on that proyect of yours

--Heh, youre wrong, my Blüte (blossom) im thinking about the love we share... maybe perhaps two lips meeting in a kiss..., only us..-- he came closer to his husband--and-- shit!your hands are cold as fuck!-- he grabbed lazaros hands and shoved them under his sweater thru some of the holes in it, holding them close to his warm body.

--Come on, lets go to bed then!

--i- ugh..fine, you win-- karl grunted in false annoyance, pressing a kiss to the other Mans head.

Once back in their home, heisenberg changes into his pjs, with the sweater he was previously wearing.

And if I may just take your breath away

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Sometimes the silence guides a mind

To move to a place so far away

The goosebumps start to raise

The minute that my left hand meets your waist

And then I watch your face

Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah

These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

Karl made his way towards his lover who was straigtening up the blankets, his hand meeting laz's waist, making goosebumps appear from the body heat difference.

--I love you...-- Was all the older Man could mutter pressing his forehead against his husbands.

--Its okay if you dont have much to say-- lazaro whispered with a smile. Looking at how his beloved stared at his happy face.

Heisenbergs heart loved him. He adored Him so much and he knew lazaro adored him just as much.

After a while of staring at eachothers eyes, karl Turned on the heater and slipped inside the bed with laz.

And with a roar of thunder the rain started to pour down from the Sky, both held eachother close, eyes half lidded as their gazes were filled with love for eachother.

-- Coming down

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no

'Cause it's too cold

For you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater~ -- Heisenberg sang under his breath.

Laz giggled, loving to hear his husband sing, and slipped his hands through the holes in his warm grey sweater, letting them rest against the Mans chest, who quickly put his own hands ontop of lazs

--Sweet dreams--heisenberg cooed.

--Sweet dreams, my love --Lazaro answered with a soft smile.

They fell asleep holding eachother close, the rain still pouring from the outside.

The Next day, karl was looking for the sweater he wore the day prior. As he entered the kitchen he said-- Mein prinz? (Prince) have you seen my swe-- he stops mid sentence once his eyes set on his husband wearing the piece of clothing he was looking for.

Then he noticed the music. The same song he listened to yesterday while working at late hours of the night.

He chuckled and hugged his husband from behind-- ah...you little thief

Lazaro giggled pressing a kiss to his spouses chin, flipping the Bacon and eggs he was making-- before you go to work you eat your breakfast okay?

Heisenberg nodded and rocked back and forth with him, his chin resting ontop of laz's head.

After eating breakfast both went down to the factory, lazaro mostly did it so karl wasnt alone in there.

He watched him work, while that same song he listened to the day prior was playing. Oh they loved eachother so much.

Lazaro pressed a kiss to heisenbergs temple saying-- I love you, karl

--i love you too,Laz-- the older Man kissed the tip of his husbands nose, with such tenderness that to outsiders seemed so uncharacteristic of him.

And while laz hugged him from behind they rocked back and forth, relishing in the soft domestic moment.

#cw nudity mention #tw nudity mention #cw food mention #tw food mention #cw meat mention #tw meat mention #cw eye contact #tw eyecontact #🌂🦇the runaway 🦇🌂#⚙🐕mechanical puppy🐕⚙

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the-madrigals-bitch · 2 years

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Warning: Sex, but nothing too descriptive or graphic at all. 18+

Once again I prove what an absolute whore I am for this 50 year old weather wielding triplet.I wrote this some time ago for my NSFW account, but I adore this idea and wanted to do more with it! I hope you enjoy reading! Let me know if you want a part two, although I'll probably write one reguardless lmao. ♡

Just Sex pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pepa Madrigal x fem reader

Words: 2.4k

Prompt: You and Pepa have started a friends with benefits relationship. The only issue with that is that you're in love with her and although she claims that it's just sex, she hates to other people flirting with you.

The first time you had sex with Pepa Madrigal was a drunk mistake, the second time a tipsy experiment, every time after that a sober choice. You just couldn't help it, every time her slender fingers brushed against your skin, or she looked at you with those smoldering eyes, you practically threw yourself at her. She was intoxicating and you couldn't stop once you'd started, either of you. It was just sex though, that was made very clear when you started your friends with benefits relationship. It was just sex, but every time a suitor approached you with a bouquet of flowers and a date proposal, she was the one to tell them to get lost. It was just sex, but you were in love with her and if friends with benefits was the only way that you could hold her close, then you were okay with it. At least, that's what you told yourself. If you were being honest, it destroyed you inside that the only time she told you she loved you was after an orgasm.

Today was no different than most days, you sat behind the display of Senor Herrera's bakery, smiling as the redhead walked in and leaned against the counter. She was early today and you still had few minutes before your shift ended so she waited and watched closely as a young man approached.

"Buenas tardes Y/N, how are you today?"

"Hola Marco," you smiled fondly at him. "I'm great, how are you? The usual?"

Marco Garcia wasn't particularly new in town, but he was newer than most and a regular at the bakery. He was always polite and never asked you on dates, he had even defended you against some of the more aggressive individuals who didn't handle your rejection well. Pepa didn't know him well at all, but she knew what you told her and that he was an absolute heartthrob he was with the other women in town; a sweet, handsome guy with a charming personality. Who wouldn't be interested? He was perfect, too perfect. She couldn't help but eye him in suspicion as you two spoke.

"You know me so well senorita, I hope I'm not becoming too predictable," he chuckled.

"Well," you bent down, sliding the glass door open and grabbing a pair of tongs, "You come in almost everyday and get the same thing: two slices of tres leches, a cocada, and an enyucado," you placed the treats in a small bag as you called them out. "You order so much, too much for just one person, but I never see you walking around town with anyone."

"Good observation Y/N," he chatted, leaning down to meet your eyes through the glass. "I didn't know you watched me so closely."

A grey, angry cloud formed over the Madrigal woman's head as you giggled coyly at him how dare he flirt with you so openly right in front of her and why were you acting so bashful all of the sudden?

"Don't think so highly of yourself pretty boy, unlike the other women in town I'm not always scanning the crowds in search of your face," you stood up straight again, pushing the bag onto the counter in front of him. "That'll be $13."

Pretty boy?

"Pretty boy?" he smirked his sideways smirk that made the ladies swoon. "I didn't know you thought I was prett-"

A ear shattering clap of thunder from the Madrigal woman's cloud startled both of you out of your conversation and both of you looked her way. She stared at you, green eyes dark with jealousy and anger as you flirted blatantly in front of her.

"Hola senora Madrigal, I'm sorry I didn't see you there," he apologized, smiling nervously at the terrifying woman.

"Hm. Maybe if you weren't so focused on flirting you'd observe more."

"Pepa," you scolded.

"Hey it's alright, I know she's joking!" he laughed off her frigidness off. "Will I be seeing you two at the celebration tonight?"

She wasn't joking though and if you weren't there then she'd send thousands of volts of electricity through Marco.

"Obviously, it's my mom's birthday, imbecil," she mumbled the last part quietly enough so that he wouldn't hear.

You heard though and shot her another glare before responding,

"I'll be there too, maybe we'll-"

The large clock on the wall chimed, cutting you off and signifying the end of your shift. He pulled the money from his pocket and handed it to you swiftly, not wanting to keep you too long, Pepa almost physically gagged when he told you to keep the almost $10 of change. She wrapped her fingers around your wrist and pulled you out of the bakery the second he'd paid.

"See you later Y/N!" he waved once you'd both stepped outside and split off in separate directions.

"Bye Marco," you grinned, sending a small wave his way.

"Is he that flirty with everyone or just you?" the middle triplet huffed as you walked towards Casita.

"Marco is sweet to everyone. Why do you ask? Jealous?" You taunted, twirling the end of her braid around your finger.

"Yeah right," Pepa rolled her eyes, snatching her braid from your hand and throwing it over her shoulder. "I just don't trust guys like him, he's too nice, there must be something he's compensating for."

You shook your head,

"I don't think so Pepa, he's just a good guy."

"If you like him so much, why not go out with him? He's clearly interested."

"He isn't my type," you shrugged.

"Kind handsome men aren't your type? What is then?" she questioned.

"You know, tall, redhead, green eyes." You answered honestly, eyes staring straight ahead.

"Y/N," she frowned although her heart rate picked up. "You know this is-"

"I know, I'm just kidding," you interrupted quietly.

A silence befell you and your eyes fell to the ground as you walked, you just couldn't understand why she claimed not to care about you as more than a friend, but got all worked up when she thought someone was flirting. She shot you down at every opportunity, but didn't want you to be with anyone else either. It conflicted you, if you thought about it too hard the end result would be a splintering headache and turmoil in your soul. If you were being honest with yourself, this friends with benefits thing caused more pain than it didn't, but how else could you be close to her? Close enough to feel her lips across every inch of your body and close enough to know every single mark on her skin. You couldn't, not without this relationship you've formed.

"Are you okay Y/N?"

"I'm fine," you responded, ignoring the pounding that already started at the back of your head.

"Are you sure, you spa-"

"I'm fine Pepa, really," you sent her a small smile that she didn't quite buy.

"Y/N, we don't have to do thi-"

"Pepa," you huffed as you climbed the stairs. "Please, I know we don't have to do anything, I'm a big girl and can make my own decisions. I'm here because I want to be."

She nooded, opting not to push you as she opened her door. You stood in the middle of her room when you made it in, the same thick tension hung in the air as you stood, waiting to see who would made the first move. Pepa did, your interaction with Marco fresh in her mind as she pushed you against the door and attacked your lips with her own. Your hands tangled themselves in her ginger locks as her tongue slipped into your mouth, she hummed into your mouth as you tugged gently on her hair.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she husked as she pulled your dress over your head, throwing it haphazardly over her shoulder.

"You have?" You asked, heart fluttering at her statement.

"Of course mi sol," she responded, pushing you back onto her soft mattress and straddling your waist. "I've been thinking about how sexy you look in that dress." she wasted no time, kissing your neck and trailing her tongue along your body until she reached your chest. "And how badly I want to take it off of you."

You should've known better than to get your hopes up.

"I always-ah," you yelped as she nipped at your skin. "I always wear this dress."

"You always look sexy."

This had become routine for you now, she'd meet you after your shift at the bakery, you'd go to her place and have your way with each other. Today was no different, goosebumps covered your body as she kissed down your navel. Your toes curled when she peppered light kisses all over your inner thighs and when she finally touched you where you needed her most, you let out a scream that she quickly muffled with her hand, reminding you that Alma would kill you both if she heard what you were doing. After giving her a small, understanding nod she removed her hand and continued her ministrations, prompting you to bite down harshly on your bottom lip.

Pepa loved having you like this, she knew exactly how desirable you were, everyone did. You couldn't go a day without some idiot in town confessing his love for you, she thought they were all ridiculous for thinking they were worthy of someone like you. She couldn't blame them though, you were one of, if not the most attractive woman in town, with thick lips, wide innocent eyes, curves that never failed to excite the woman between your legs, and an amazing heart to top it all off. It was no wonder they all gravitated towards you, but they weren't good enough, none of them were.

Somedays she wished she could tell them that hers was the name that escaped those perfect lips, that she was the one who explored every inch of your body with her hands, lips, and tongue. She longed to see the expression on their faces as she revealed that she was the one who took you, the woman that every man desired and every woman envied. She thought of that asshole back at the bakery, a rage burned in her belly and prompting her to be all the rougher with you. He probably spent his nights with you on his mind, who knew what he said when she wasn't there. He'd probably fanaticized about being in her position, but he could keep his idiotic thoughts because they'd never come into fruition, she'd be sure of that. You were a panting mess and seeing stars by the time she was done with you, a thin layer of sweat covered your body as she smirked from between your legs.

"You did so good for me amor," the redhead praised once she'd kissed her way up your frame.

You couldn't respond, instead you reached for her and understanding what you wanted, she laid beside you and pressed her lips to yours in a searing kiss. Her mouth tasted like you and your hand trailed between her thighs when you regained control of your body, only to be thwarted by her fingers wrapping around your wrist.

"You can repay the favor later," she spoke, pressing her lips to your cheek and standing from her bed much to your disappointment. "I have to shower and get ready for tonight, you should too."

It hurt so bad that it left you buzzing with numbness, but this was your fault, you knew exactly what was going to happen and you came back every time. You stood, legs still shaky from the literal earth shaking orgasm she had just given you, but you reached down and grabbed your discarded dress anyway. She watched you closely and walked you outside where Julieta greeted you.

"Hola Y/N, will I be seeing you tonight?"

"Unfortunately not," you spoke in a serious tone that left both women looking at you in bewilderment.

"What?" the sisters spoke in unison.

"I have a date tonight."

The sky went grey at your words, clouds covering the sun in a way Pepa knew she'd be yelled at for later, but she didn't care. You were going to ditch her, on her mothers birthday, to go on a date. With who? Her mind wandered back to Marco, surely you weren't seriously going out with that tool. You couldn't help the knowing smirk that spread across your features as you watched her rack her brain for answers.

"I'm just kidding," you laughed after seconds of them staring in stunned silence. "How could I miss Alma's birthday?"

A sigh of relief came from the pair,

"You couldn't," Julieta chuckled. "Mama would've found you and dragged you to the party by your ear if you didn't show up."

"Me too," Pepa added, not finding your joke humorous.

"Well, we won't have to worry about that, I'll see you tonight. See you soon Julieta, bye Pepa."

You couldn't deny the heaviness in your heart as you walked through the plaza alone, trapped in your thoughts as you trudged home. You sent a friendly smile to the people who greeted you and politely rejected those who offered to accompany you home and to the celebration. When you finally stepped into your empty home, you collapsed onto your bed, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. You couldn't keep putting yourself through this, you had to put an end to this relationship, all you were doing was getting hurt.

You scolded yourself as you stood and made your way to the bathroom, you'd had this conversation with yourself many times before and you never listened. You undressed once more, looking in a strange mix of pride and pain at the love bites Pepa left littered across your skin.

'You're an idiot' you thought as you stepped under the scalding water of your shower.

The water burning your skin hurt less than her dismissing you so suddenly, how many times did she have to tell you that this was no strings attached before you'd finally get it through your fucking head? You couldn't cry anymore, you refused to cry, you were grown and knew exactly what you were doing, you chose this every time. Crying over something and then going right back to it infuriated you more than anything, but the hold Pepa Madrigal held on you was even stronger than your own morale. You had to stop getting your hopes up with her, she told you when you first started that your relationship was strictly friends with benefits. It was just sex.

The end for now! Thank you so much for reading! I honestly really enjoy this one and truly hope you did too, but if you didn't, keep your mouth shut lol I'm sensitive (jk). No I'm not, but really I am. I hope you're prospering wherever you are! Have a good day/night! ♡

#encanto #encanto imagines #pepa encanto #pepa x reader #pepa madrigal x reader #pepa madrigal #pepa my beloved #julieta madrigal

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basilly · 3 years

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y/nsmykitten || cc!george x reader

request: george drabble where he sleeps thru the reader's birthday

note: this is for @mitzimania <3

pronouns: they/them

not edited

you pick up your phone again, the notification center-

blank.

"y/n? you good?"

you plaster a smile on your face, forced and weak. you felt awful for feeling sad on your birthday dinner of all times but you couldn't help the sadness welling inside. your friends had now all glanced at your direction, curiosity peaking.

"all good, it's okay- just waiting on a package! that's all." "alright- how about dessert?" "yea sure."

maybe he will text soon. . .

[11:37 pm]

dry. that's all you could use to describe your notifications, especially the ones from george. you pulled your comforter up to your nose, trying to hold back the tears.

sure he forgot a date once or twice, but your birthday? you had received nothing. no call, text, unexpected gift or him at your door. was it that difficult to say 'happy birthday' once a year to your significant other?

soon enough, tears were rolling down your face but you couldn't audibly sob. you let your pillow soak up up the waterfall, drifting into a painful slumber.

[12:41 am]

george rolled over, groaning at his forced awaken. his body had woke him up, deciding it had enough sleep. grabbing at his phone, he took a look at the time.

wait a minute. . .

he sat up almost violently, eyes no longer clouded by sleep. he scrambled to unlock his phone, silently praying the time would magically turn back.

'no no no no please tell me they're awake.'

he had slept through your birthday.

he had stayed up till the early morning editing and recording, thinking he would get up at least mid-day to spend time with you. instead he had slept it all the way through, without a warning.

his stomach dropped, knowing you probably- not even probably, you do hate him. he frantically fidgeted his fingers, not knowing what he should do.

'call? text? no- that's a dumb move.'

in his hurry, he lost grip on his phone, thumb slipping over the call button.

'brrrrr. . . brrrr. . . brrr'

"sorry the person you are trying to reach could not come to the phone at the moment, please leave a message at the tone."

he groaned, shoving his head into his hands. getting up, he rushed to pull on a hoodie and grab his keys heading out the door.

[1:08 am]

*knock knock knock*

three loud raps sounded throughout your place, enough to awake you. groggily sitting up, you wrap your comforter around you like a burrito. you rub the dried tears out of your eyes, glancing at the clock.

who the hell is knocking on my door this late?

you look through the small peephole, seeing-

"george??"

you crack open the door, faced with a pacing george.

"y/n! i'm so sor-" "oh, so now you show up."

you couldn't help the words that tumbled your your mouth. you had waited all day and he had the audacity to show up late in the night when it wasn't your birthday.

his face dropped- he knew you were upset but he hadn't fully prepared himself for you to stare him down.

"i'm sorry- i didn't mean to miss your birthday." "well, you did. do you know how awkward it was to sit at dinner like my boyfriend didn't forget my birthday, of all days? you're lucky i didn't slam the door on your face the moment i heard your apology." "please just hear me out-" "fine."

you shuffle to the side, letting him in. you prepare some tea, you would need something to calm you down after the audacity of george. unconsciously, you had prepared a second cup with his favorite tea flavour, pushing it towards him.

he awkwardly cleared his throat, taking the cup gratefully.

"so you want to explain or just stand there?"

he flinched slightly, the harsh words biting at his nerves.

"i uhm- i was busy preparing something with dream and ended up going to bed at like 8 am. . . then slept in till about an hour ago till i ran over here."

you perched an eyebrow at him, his excuse sounded flimsy at most.

"i swear! here wait. can i just-"

he set down his mug, bolting over to your home office. you cautiously walked in behind him, still cuddled in your blanket and with your tea, leaning against the doorframe.

he booted up your pc, immediately opening up minecraft. curiously, you peaked over his shoulder, seeing him type in an ip address.

'ynsmykitten.sixnine'

you tried to stifle a laugh, hiding the growing smile behind your mug in case he turned around. you had to stay mad at him after all. loading in, your character spawned in an extravagant gazebo.

turning around, he ran a hand through his hair, awkwardly gesturing towards the pc.

"uhm- here. i was going to show you this- just take a look around and uhm. yea."

you shuffled around him, plopping into the chair. shifting the mouse around in circles, you take a look around.

each pathway out of the gazebo led to a secluded area, surrounded by luscious shrubbery. you took the path in front of you, revealing a very large minecraft computer.

"is that-" "yea. how we met- sapnap's stupid soundboard. i can't believe he was just smash replaying it before you even met me."

you giggled, not bothering to hide it. you had met george through sapnap, sapnap forcing you to hear the 'you're my kitten' on stream until george called him to scream at him to stop.

'that explains the ip address. . .'

you knew the date stood for your anniversary date, but not the first half.

turning around, you explored the other paths. with each path came another memory, built with the simple minecraft blocks.

you felt your anger dissipate with every path till your heart no longer ached, but fluttered and warmed.

"so. . . do you believe me now?"

you spin in your chair, peering up at him with softened and glossy eyes. you almost leap out of your chair, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his neck. your blanket fell to the ground, getting caught on the chair.

he stiffened before relaxing, moving his arms to wrap around you.

"happy- late, birthday" "thank you george, i guess you're forgiven."

mutual reach: @inniterhq @dysfunctionalcrab @cherios @acidtabletz @mitzimania @earthtooz @yamturds @dreamwvrld

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

ffkdjslk

“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

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STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit

#bnha 326 #all might #yagi toshinori #stain (bnha)#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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off to the races | s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, murder/violence, a hint of peter x reader, hint of forced regression, sexy stuff, unprotected sex (wear condoms kiddos), hella angst

A/N: I do not stan lana del rey but I do stan off to the races :)

In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

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God, do they have to play this song every night?

You tried to tune out the annoying pop song, continuing to grind your hips against the man you were giving a small lap dance. You wondered how long you could grind against his beer belly before he finally requested a private dance. Lucky for you, you felt some cash being slipped between the lace of your turquoise, panty set. You turned around, a mischievous smile on your face, as you reached out to grab his tie.

He was mesmerized by you as you expected, and you imagined that he was dying to see more of your scantily clothed body. A hundred dollars for fifteen minutes in a private room. If you could manage to get a few more private dances tonight, you’d consider yourself successful.

You brought him to one of the back rooms and got to work. You let him run his hands over your bottom but once they started to reach between your legs, you knew what to do, “Ah, ah, ah, you know the rules,” You hid your frustration behind your sultry voice. You climbed on his lap, straddling him, as you reached around to undo your top. Beneath the lacy top were your breast but decorated in shiny gemstones.

A lot of the other girls hated glitter and spending time doing stuff like applying tiny gems but you knew that it was another shiny thing for men to look at. You needed their attention. Besides, you didn’t mind the way it looked either. His eyes were wide and he gripped your bottom as you moved your breast, an inch away from his face.

When the fifteen minutes were over, you quickly collected your top and fastened it back on, “Come and see me soon, baby,” You said something of that nature, all your words blurred together by the end of the night.

You managed to get about four more private dances and as one a.m. approached, you were ready to be anywhere else but here. You headed underneath the neon exit sign, heading for the locker rooms, where it seemed a lot of girls were on their way out. You passed naked, sweaty bodies, and clouds of spray deodorant as you made your way to your locker, already slipping out of your tall heels.

The first thing you pulled out was your money bag and you were careful when you were counting each dollar bill, tucking it away nicely. You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see Wanda, red lollipop in one hand, and a white check in the other. Your eyes widened as soon as you read the number, “I’m missing fifty bucks,” You told her.

She gave you a knowing look, “Late fee, Y/N.”

“I was a minute late! I even called and told him my train was late,” Angrily, you stuffed your money bag into your duffle bag.

“He’s not in a good mood, some suit was talking with him earlier,” Wanda shrugged, sensing she had bigger things to worry about. Like you, she made her money dancing and was trying to get by supporting herself, “I wouldn’t argue with him today.”

“Screw that, fifty dollars is the difference between me making rent. He can’t do this,” You slammed your locker closed and you were about to storm off when Wanda grabbed your arm.

“C’mon, we should go. Clint is gonna walk us to the station and he won’t wait for you.”

“I won’t be long,” You shrugged her off, making your way out of the dressing room, and toward Loki’s office. He controlled every part of the Mischief club, set the prices, chose the dancers, and even had a strict list of clientele. It wasn’t the nicest club you’d worked at but it was the closest thing to a consistent paycheck.

You didn’t bother knocking, knowing that you had a point to make and only a certain amount of time to say it, “Fifty dollars! Are you serious-” You stopped in your tracks, realizing that your boss was not alone. Not only was he not alone, but you were also in deep shit. Steve Rogers sat across from the playboy club owner and, looking at the handsome silver-fox, you thought your heart might explode out of your chest.

He’d found you.

He smiled as soon as he saw you, “Babydoll,” A name you’d usually swoon at, made you cringe inside. There he was, clad in an expensive suit and dark overcoat.

Your eyes met with those of Sam and Bucky who had made themselves comfortable by one of the tall bookcases, waiting for their boss to command them to do something. As Steve’s eyes raked over your body, you realized they’d never seen you like this.

“You know her?” Loki leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, an eyebrow raised, “... sir.” He added quickly. You don’t know why you were so surprised by this, knowing that Steve was feared everywhere, and Loki, no matter how evil, wouldn’t be the one to challenge him.

“I saw you perform tonight,” Steve spoke to you and, in his mind, you imagined that you were the only one he was seeing right now, “You looked beautiful.”

You hadn’t realized that you probably looked like you’d just seen a ghost. You tried to let go of some of the tension in your body, “What are you doing here?” You tried to keep your voice from faltering and, considering that you were half-dressed, you tried not to let your insecurities overwhelm you.

“As of a few minutes ago, I am the sole owner of the Mischief Club,” Your heart had stopped its pounding and now it was sinking into your stomach, “If you have any grievances with your employer, you can speak to me-”

“This isn’t your side of the city,” Your lip trembled, anger bubbling within you, “Why … y-you . . . Steve, you can’t do this.”

“Every part of this city is mine, Babydoll,” He sighed, standing up from his chair, reminding you of his large, intimidating frame. Reminding you that you were nothing compared to him. You didn’t move as he crossed the room, moving until he was only standing an inch from you, slowly reaching out his hand until he was touching your cheek, “Chasing you made me realize that I should expand my influence. A club like this is a shit hole now but, in a few months, I’d make it a cash cow.”

“Once you run drugs through the place, you mean,” He tensed up for a moment and you realized you’d struck a chord. His hand was on your throat, his thumb brushing over your cheek, and a piercing gaze burning holes into your skin.

“I wouldn’t worry your pretty little head over it,” For a moment, you closed your eyes, and imagined wrapping your arms around him. He’d become your haven so quickly and you’d almost forgotten how it felt for someone to care so much for you. Love you even when you didn’t want to love yourself. When you opened them again, you realized what he meant by his words.

He wasn’t giving you a choice.

You stepped back, letting his hand fall back to his side, before you crossed your arms, “Things aren’t going back to the way they were.”

Much to your surprise, Steve nodded, “No, I made some mistakes. Letting you go being the biggest one.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re dangerous, Steve, and I want nothing to do with it.”

“And this is safer, Y/N?” He raised his voice, “Men having their grimy hands all over you . . . I’m taking you home.”

“I can take care of myself!”

“Really?” He smirked condescendingly, and you imagined he was seeing you as a bratty child throwing a tantrum, “He-” He stepped to the side, and pointed a finger at Loki, “-was going to lay you off a week from now. The club went under a long time ago and he was going to take your hard-earned money and run, leaving you with nothing. What would you do then?”

Loki stood up, interrupting, a nervous smile on his face, “Not with nothing. I-I pay all the ladies very well and I would like to continue to do that . . . that’s why I’m so grateful for your generosity, Mr. Rogers-” He cleared his throat awkwardly. He was lying through his teeth.

“You won’t be paying them anymore, Mr. Laufeyson,” Steve spoke calmly, too calmly, and as his hands reached up to his waist belt, you suspected the worse.

“Steve-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Loki rushed out his words as Steve pointed his favorite silver handgun in his direction, “We had a deal!”

“Steve, don’t!” Panicked, you grabbed a hold of his strong arm. As soon as you saw him, you knew the night wouldn’t end good but death was not something you predicted. Before, he’d never show you the violent side of his world. Now, something had changed, “Steve, please don’t!”

“Come with me,” He spoke sternly, “Come home and I won’t.”

“Okay,” You said immediately, looking up at his unchanging expression. He didn’t move which only panicked you further, “I will! Steve, please don’t.”

“He’s not a good man. He’s been using you this whole time,” Steve said, finally turning to look at you. Your body was shaking, the idea of being so close to the gun was frightening you further, “You’d give yourself up for this scumbag?”

Though it made you more anxious, you moved closer to him, grabbing a hold of his free hand. With your other arm, you hugged his torso, and as he stared down at him, “I-I don’t want you to hurt anyone, Daddy,” You spoke softly, “ . . . please, Daddy?” Something softened in his features as you called him by his favorite nickname. He squeezed your smaller hand and, for a moment, you thought things might be okay.

The sound was deafening when Steve pulled the trigger. Although you couldn’t hear anything, you knew you were screaming, and that you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to open your eyes ever again. He tried to wrap his arms around you and you remembered fighting it, hitting his chest, and screaming even louder. Somewhere along the line, you gave in, he was too strong, letting him wrap his long coat over your scantily clothed figure.

You were breathing heavily and when you decided to open your eyes again, everything was blurry, “Daddy had to . . . I’m sorry . . . Babydoll,” You heard in your ear. You were moving, he was holding you . . . when had he picked you up? When did the car start driving? You wished badly that you’d listened to Wanda.

You remembered holding onto him tighter, crying into his shoulder, “Why?” He heard the pain in your voice, felt the realization that your life would never be the same.

“Because you’re mine,” He rubbed circled into your back, leaving soft kisses on your cheek, “And I needed to remind you of what your Daddy is capable of. Anyone who hurts you, anyone who even lays a hand on you, is going to meet the same fate.”

“I don’t want this,” You hiccuped. Steve didn’t believe you, not with the way you were holding him. “This . . . it’s so scary, S-Steve.”

“I’m sorry I had to scare you, baby,” It reminded him of last year when things were good between you two, and you comfortably moved in and out of little space. He could sense you were dying to go to that safe space and, selfishly, he was hoping the trauma of tonight would push you into that mindset, “Daddy’s going to take better care of you. You’ll live with me now, where you’ll be safe.”

You only closed your eyes, no fight left in you. In the world of Steve Rogers, you didn’t think safety existed.

You awoke in a pink cloud. The sheets were so soft, heavenly even, and it almost made you forget your situation. You felt something crawling on top of the sheets and you sat up quickly, almost giving yourself whiplash. Realizing it was a furry, white creature, you relaxed, “Alpine, you scared me,” The cat crawled into your embrace and you pet it gently, wondering where exactly it’s owner was.

As you looked around what you assumed was your new room, you couldn’t help but be a bit impressed. You almost forgot how well Steve knew you. Elegant white furniture, a canopy bed with white fabric falling from the sides, a huge wardrobe, a bookcase, a mountain of stuffed animals - frogs, elephants, dolphins, practically the entire animal kingdom - and the fairy lights were a nice touch.

Maybe you were more than impressed. Astounded, actually.

“Oh my . . . stars,” You climbed out of the queen-sized bed, cat in your arms, and quickly realized that your lingerie was gone and your glitter had been washed away. Did he give you a bath? While you were sleeping? You dressed in a large t-shirt and as you brought the fabric up to your nose, you realized it was his, “Why didn’t you warn me that he was this off his rocker, Alpine?”

The cat only responded with a quiet meow.

You moved over to the window and, expectedly, it didn’t budge when you tried to push it open. You looked out onto the vast landscape, perfectly manicured rolling hills of green, a garden, Olympic sized pool, beautiful white statues, and armed guards to match.

It was like you remembered though Steve didn’t bring you to his “private home” often. The two of you always met in the city and, what started as an interesting sugar arrangement, quickly blossomed into a new dynamic.

You wandered around the room, examining every detail that he had put into it. You imagined the military man had placed a lot of the objects himself, making sure everything was perfect when you saw it.

The room is also gigantic, you could do at least ten cartwheels from one wall to the other. You’d never imagined living somewhere like this, the room itself was bigger than any place you’d ever lived.

As the door creaked open, Alpine leaped from your arms, taking the opportunity to escape. You watched the creature crawl between Steve’s legs before slipping out, probably going to look for Bucky. As your eyes traveled up his figure, you assumed he’d be dressed down in his home but the businessman was clad in another suit.

You were glad not to be crying anymore but seeing him now was reminding you of the horror show that was last night, “My things, I had money in my bag,” Was the first thing you thought to say, “I want it.”

“You don’t need it,” He said what you assumed he would.

“But-” You stopped yourself, “Can you give it to Wanda, please?”

“Please and thank you?” Steve cocked his eyebrow, smirking, “I wasn’t expecting that from you today.”

You didn’t respond, only crossed your arms defiantly, “I want Wanda to have it.”

“Done,” Steve raised his hands in surrender, “Is that all you want? Can I interest you in breakfast, little one?”

He didn’t know how deeply his words cut into you. How you wanted nothing more than to forget your worries and be his little girl. How you’d probably get on your knees and kindly do anything he asked . . . if this was a perfect world. You tried to shake that feeling because this world was anything but perfect.

“I guess,” Your hunger suddenly crossing your mind.

He nodded, a smile threatening to form on his lips, “Do you want help getting ready?” You quickly shook your head and you assumed he knew that it would be your response, “Well, I picked something out for you. I left it in the bathroom.”

“So what, I’m supposed to . . . wear whatever you want and be your little trophy?”

“And if you sit still and look pretty, Daddy will buy you anything you want,” Your eyes narrowed at him and you looked away, knowing you’d probably burst into flames if you looked at the annoying smirk any longer, “I’ll come to get you in ten minutes.”

You were already walking towards the bathroom, feeling his eyes on you the entire way. The bathroom was even more immaculate than the bedroom, a big chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling, with sleek marble fixtures. You avoided the mirror when the thick makeup came off at the end of the day, so you were shocked seeing your bare face. It made you look . . . innocent. It was the opposite image the club wanted to present.

You found a new toothbrush in one of the drawers and proceeded to brush your teeth, before washing your face.

The dress he’d picked out was frilly and white, a stark but beautiful contrast to your skin. It puffed at the sleeves but grabbed your waist and then flounced out when reaching down to your knees. You did a small twirl, letting the ends of the dress softly caress the tips of your fingers. Realizing you liked it quite a lot made you frown in the mirror.

Most likely, there was no racy lingerie and tassels in that wardrobe. He said you looked beautiful last night but there was no chance he’d let you ever look like that again, especially in front of his men.

When you left the bathroom and realized Steve had not returned, you decided to slip out of the room. You wandered down the big hallway, your bare feet padding against the carpet, as you examined each piece of artwork and decoration. Steve’s taste was expensive but his style was old-fashioned, choosing elegance over flashy things.

You admired it for a second and then remembered the blood spilled, the money stolen, and the dirty things that funded it.

“I thought I said I’d come and get you.”

You turned around, noticing how his breath caught in his throat as he took you in. He was deadly, he killed a man right in front of you, yet he was like a teenager in love when he saw you.

You mentally cursed.

“Are you full?” He asked, looking at your plate of a half-eaten pancake. There was still a feast laid out in front of you which was tempting but you couldn’t help but see it as consuming more of his forbidden fruit.

You only nodded and his lips pressed into a thin line.

He was holding back, you could tell. He wanted to make sure you were fully nourished and he’d probably prefer to feed you himself.

“Eat more,” He added, “Please-”

You stood up abruptly, “I want to look for Alpine,” You made a move to leave the dining room but, as you passed his chair, he grabbed a hold of your wrist. He gripped you stronger as you tried to pull away.

“After you eat more,” He commanded.

“I’m not hungry,” Your eyes didn’t meet his eyes.

“Babydoll, can’t you see I’m trying to play nice?” He tried to hide the venom in his tone, “I could’ve bent you over my knee already for not addressing me properly. Do you want that?”

You shook your head.

“Use your words, please.”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, I don’t want that . . . Daddy.”

When you made a move to go back to your seat, he grabbed your arm tighter, “Sit with me,” He said but his tone was softer than before. You sat down on his knee and, instinctively, his arm wrapped around your torso, holding you in place, “Relax.”

You turned your head closer to him, the familiar feeling of being in his arms led your muscles to relax. He brought pieces of fruit to your mouth and, as you opened your mouth for him, you heard, “Good girl.”

When he first wanted to do things like this with you, he told you to imagine the things you liked when you were younger. You told him that you never had a lot of toys, never got a lot of praise, and that you were always the one taking care of others, not the other way around. What he made you feel was foreign but it satisfied a need you never knew you had.

“You haven’t been eating enough,” He commented. You shrugged and he frowned a bit, “Three meals a day from now on. And snacks. And lots of water.”

“And what if I don’t, Daddy?” You challenged, more playful than you intended.

Steve gave you a look that was much too loving for you to hold his gaze, “How about, if you do, then I’ll give you a reward . . .” His voice trailed off as he thought for a moment, “What would you like?”

“I wanna go back to the city-”

Steve smirked, “Something realistic, preferably,” It took everything in you not to roll your eyes, “A new outfit? . . . A new toy? . . . I know what you want.”

“No, you don’t,” You pouted.

“Stickers,” He answered, proud when he saw you perk up, “Sparkly, butterfly ones probably.”

“I don’t-”

He interrupted your lie, tickling your side, and you tried not to smile, “You love those little things! You’d probably prefer it over a designer bag or a trip to europe.”

“They’re not expensive and I like collecting them,” You tried to explain, your voice low.

“Then that’ll be it. A week of not skipping meals will get you a special sticker for your chart, we’ll even hang it on the fridge.”

You didn’t mind the idea . . . you could have so many stickers after a long while.

“A week,” You repeated, “How long do you expect for me to stay here?”

“There’s lots to do, you won’t get bored,” He spoke dismissively, probably frustrated by your question. You opened your mouth to respond but was interrupted when the table started shaking, Steve’s phone vibrating on top of it.

“Rogers,” Steve answered, pressing the phone to his ear, “Yes, I’m aware . . you told me that you took care of him . . . I don’t need to tell you how to do your job, you’re just supposed to do it . . . he’ll listen if it comes from me . . . i’ll handle it, okay? . . . Babydoll,” He softly patted your knee, “Why don’t you go look for Alpine?”

You took that as your cue that he was about to start cursing and didn’t want you around to hear it.

An hour later, you were wandering around the garden and Steve still hadn’t tried to find you. You guessed that he was busy with his work now but you were more focused on finding Alpine. You’d search every inch of the inside of the house and now there was only one place left. You realized that you could also start thinking about a way out of this place.

“Here kitty, kitty,” Your eyebrows raised as you heard an unfamiliar voice. You wandered further along the path, trying to look through the greenery, before stumbling upon an opening with a large fountain in the middle. Alpine was walking around the top of it, frustrating the man trying to get him down from such a tall height.

He was one of Steve’s men, you could tell by the dark clothing, though you didn’t recognize him. He was much younger, and honestly, more attractive than a lot of them. You could tell the light had gone out in a lot of the people that Steve kept around. You could already tell he wasn’t like that, “Come on, dude, now you’re just messing with me!”

The cat seemed to brush him off, continuing to walk along the edge.

“You have to be more gentle than that,” You said, knowing you would startle him. It amused you a little how he seemed to jump out of his skin. His hand held over his heart, you could tell he was a bit taken aback by your appearance. You moved toward the fountain, holding your arms out for it, “C’mere, Alpine, the scary man won’t hurt you.”

His eyes were wide as the cat easily jumped into your arms, “He obviously doesn’t like me,” He said, watching as you brushed Alpine’s ears with your fingers, “And yet Bucky always puts me on cat duty.”

“Maybe Bucky is the one that doesn’t like you,” You responded.

He frowned, “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” You walked towards you, encouraging Alpine to climb into his arms. Alpine seemed to listen, welcoming his touch, “He’s never been this nice to me. Are you some kind of animal whisperer?”

You giggled a bit, “I’m Y/N.”

Peter’s mouth formed an “o” shape like he was connecting the dots in his mind, “I-I’m Peter . . . aren’t you like . . . not supposed to be out here?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Am I?” He seemed to panic for a moment, “I mean, I didn’t get the brief that Steve probably gave you all.”

“Right,” He nodded nervously, “Do you . . . should I walk you back to the house?”

“Actually, can you walk me to my room? I don’t think I remember where it was,” You played dumb.

“Yeah, sure,” He agreed.

Perfect. He was perfect. If there was a way out of here, he was it.

You didn’t see Steve until later that night. He was right in the fact that you didn’t get bored, there were a million things to do even in your own room. You’d floated away, your mind now completely occupied by the coloring page you were scribbling on.

As Steve sat on the side of your bed, you felt the weight of his day come down with him. Another reason he kept your arrangement before was because you provided stress relief after a long day. He touched your hair, patting your head, and you turned your head to look at him.

“Did you have lunch?” He asked and you nodded sheepishly, “Dinner?” You nodded again.

“Maria made sure I ate.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to the side of your head, “Good girl. Wanna show me what you’re working on?”

You sat up from your position, moving the picture book into his lap, “It’s me and you,” Steve couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked down at the picture of Belle and the Beast.

“You’re funny,” Steve smiled, his eyes getting those little crinkles at the side.

“Did you end up handling your business?” You asked curiously.

“I did, actually,” He responded, failing to elaborate, “And that’s all you need to know.”

You closed your book, tossing it to the side, and standing up on the bed. You walked over to the pillows and plopped down, “Don’t you think it's a little unfair to hide things? I want to hear a story before bed. Or are your stories too scary?”

You were only teasing him but as he turned over, crawling towards you, your heart began to race, “Did I ever tell you the story about the little girl who always ran her mouth?”

You shook your head, and Steve let you stew a moment longer before he pounced. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down onto you back, as he climbed on top of you, “Well, she was always mad at her Daddy because he was . . . very protective. Her Daddy had to fix this, of course, he couldn’t have such a naughty little girl trying to boss him around. He didn’t punish her though, he just fucked her until she couldn’t speak.”

“I don’t like this one-” You were interrupted when his lips crashed down on yours.

You felt suffocated by him, trapped beneath his love, until you started to move your lips against his. You must’ve been just as crazy as he was for wanting this.

You gasped for air when he finally pulled away. You watched him hurriedly take off his already unbuttoned, button down, and undo his belt. You were sliding your dress sleeves off, trying to get your panties down your leg. When they were around your ankles, he tore them away, throwing them to the side.

Your lips were on his again, “Steve-” He grabbed your wrist roughly, pinning them above your head with one hand, and he grabbed your face with the other.

“Call me Daddy,” He demanded, sinking between your hips.

“Steve-” You felt a quick sting across your cheek and Steve watched a fire build in your eyes.

“Bad girl,” He sunk his hard member into you, causing your head to tilt back. He was anything but gentle, moving in and out of you with long and hard strokes, “You’re such a bad girl.”

“Tell me you want my cum,” He grunted, breathing hard against your skin, “Tell me.”

“I want your cum,” You rushed out, an orgasm already building as he maintained his pace. You missed this so much. If there was one thing, you missed. He was the first person to ever make you cum without oral sex. Before him, you didn’t even know your body could do this.

“Say it,” He continued, “Say it, little girl.”

He was going to slow down if you didn’t and that was the last thing you wanted, “I want your cum, Daddy,” You gasped out, your body convulsing beneath him, “I want it so bad, Daddy.”

He finished deep inside you, your body tightly wrapping around him, and sweat covering your bodies. You were coming down from the high when the panic set in. Why did you let him do that? And why did you want it?

He was holding you and, as your tears began to fall, he pulled you into him, “It’s okay,” He cooed, “I’ve got ya’. You’re going to be just fine, Babydoll.”

part two

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impishtubist · 3 years

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for the ask meme: "tell me what's wrong" for sirius & harry!

Okay, this one got way out of hand, so I'm putting most of it under a cut. Thank you for the excellent prompt! CW for the Dursleys being terrible to a child, but don't worry, Sirius makes it better :)

18. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Petunia Dursley opened the door and said, “He doesn’t want to go with you.”

“What?” Sirius stared at her in disbelief. In six years, Harry had never refused a weekend with Sirius. “Why?”

“How am I supposed to know?” she huffed. She reluctantly stepped back to let Sirius in; he couldn’t remember the last time he had been allowed in the house. Whenever he came for Harry, he had to wait on the doorstep until Harry came outside. “I don’t care what you say to him, but get him out of here before Vernon comes home. I will not have him stay here and ruin our weekend.”

Sirius bit down hard on the inside of his cheek and brushed past her. Six years. Six years of holding his tongue (and leaving his wand in his motorbike) around Harry’s foul relatives so they wouldn’t revoke his right to have Harry for a weekend once a month. Six years of playing nice while he slogged through both the wizarding and Muggle court systems, pursuing any avenue that might allow him custody of his godson. He wanted nothing more than to hex the Dursleys into next week, but he was no good to Harry in prison.

He made his way upstairs to the smallest bedroom, where Harry had a bed and a desk and not much else. Sirius had learned early on to keep most of Harry’s things at his own house, lest they be destroyed by his cousin. He knocked on the door.

“Haz, it’s me. Can I come in?” he asked softly.

A tiny voice said, “Yeah.”

Harry was sitting on his bed, his hands folded in his lap, quiet and still the way no seven-year-old should be. Sirius crouched in front of him.

“Hey, buddy,” he whispered, putting a hand on Harry’s knee. “Your aunt says you don’t want to come with me this weekend.”

Harry wouldn’t meet his eyes. He sniffed and shook his head. “No. I’m gonna stay here.”

“You know that I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do,” Sirius said. “But tell me what’s wrong? Please?”

Harry’s lip wobbled, but he shook his head. Sirius’s heart broke for him.

“Harry, please,” he whispered. “Just tell me what’s wrong, and if you still want to stay here, that’s fine. I won’t force you to come with me. I promise.”

He held up his pinky finger, Harry still being at the age where a pinky swear was the most solemn promise one could make. Harry tentatively clasped his finger, then slid off the bed and padded over to his desk. Sirius stood and followed him. Harry pulled open the top drawer.

“I’m sorry, Siri,” he whispered, tears filling his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”

On Harry’s third birthday, Sirius had given him a framed picture of James and Lily holding their newborn son. It had sat on Harry’s bedside table ever since. Harry loved this picture. He brought it up nearly every time Sirius saw him, wanting to know about the day he was born and the parents he had never known. Sirius had lost count of the number of times he had told Harry the same story, and he’d happily keep telling it for the rest of his life.

The frame was now broken, the glass shattered, the picture ripped in two. Sirius knew at once that this wasn’t Harry’s doing--even if he’d accidentally knocked over the frame, that picture had been ripped by human hands, and Harry would never have done such a thing.

“Harry,” Sirius said, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible, “what happened?”

“I was bad.” Tears were flowing down Harry’s cheeks now. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Sirius sank to his knees so he could properly look Harry in the eyes. “You are not bad, Harry. Who did this to your picture? Was it your cousin?”

Harry shook his head. Sirius’s heart sank. It was one thing for a spoiled, entitled child to ruin Harry’s things, but an adult being purposely cruel to Harry…

Well, what did he expect?

“Was it your aunt?” he pressed, and when Harry shook his head again, he asked, “Your uncle?”

Slowly, very slowly, Harry nodded. Sirius let out a slow breath.

“Tell me what happened,” he said.

“Broke a glass,” Harry whispered, breath hitching as he fought back sobs. “I didn’t mean to. And Uncle Vernon s-said that I should--that I should know how it feels to have my things broken, since I keep--I keep breaking theirs. S-so he broke it. And he--he ripped the picture. Padfoot, I’m sorry.”

“Baby,” Sirius said, pulling Harry into his arms, “you didn’t do anything wrong. Is that why you didn’t want to come with me this weekend? You thought I would be mad at you?”

Harry nodded against his shoulder, and Sirius didn’t think he had anything in his heart left to break, but oh, he was wrong. He sat on the floor and settled Harry in his lap, trying to console the sobbing child while his mind raced. This couldn’t go on. He had spent six years playing by the rules, doing everything the right and proper way, and what had it gotten him? James and Lily’s son having to live with people who hated him, who were cruel to him, who starved him of love and affection. What good did playing by the rules do when Harry was miserable?

Sirius took a deep breath, clarity settling over him and calming his frayed nerves as he came to a decision. He was about to do something very, very stupid, and Dumbledore was going to be furious.

Good.

“Harry,” he said, “how would you like to go camping with me and Uncle Moony this weekend?”

Harry looked up at him, face blotchy, eyes overbright. “R-really?”

“Really, Haz. I’m not mad at you at all, and I still want you to come with me this weekend.” And forever. “You know that special backpack I got you, the one that’s bigger on the inside?”

Harry nodded, wiping his cheeks.

“I want you to get that, and fill it with all your favorite things that you have here. Any shoes or clothes or books or toys.” There weren’t many here at the Dursley house, but Harry had a few belongings that he liked. “It’s going to be a special camping trip, where we take all of our favorite things with us. Okay?”

While Harry hurried off to pack up his things, Sirius went back over to the desk and peered down at the shattered frame and tattered picture. He regretted leaving his wand in his motorbike, because it would have been faster to use it, but a few passes with a wandless repairing spell was enough to restore the picture to pristine condition. He then repaired the frame and slipped the picture back inside.

“Here,” he said, putting it in Harry’s backpack. “We’re going to take that with us as well.”

“Really?” Harry’s eyes were wide.

“Absolutely. You ready to go?”

Harry nodded, and Sirius did one last pass of the room to make sure nothing important had been forgotten. Satisfied, he took Harry’s hand and led him downstairs. A scowling Petunia waited by the door, no doubt to make sure with her own eyes that Harry left.

“We’ll see you Sunday night at the usual time,” she said briskly. Sirius always kept Harry as late as he could get away with, dropping him off at Privet Drive well after dinner.

“See you then,” Sirius said. That gave them a two-day head start--he could work with that.

Outside, he got Harry settled in the sidecar with his helmet on, then swung his leg over the bike and started the engine. When they were high in the clouds over Surrey, Sirius had relaxed enough to start planning ahead, instead of reacting. The first step was to stop at his place in Islington to pack some necessities for them both. Then, the two of them would head to Remus’s and enlist his help, preferably by taking him away with them. Sirius could only imagine how that conversation was going to go.

Hey Moony, I may have just kidnapped our godson and now we probably have to flee the country before they realize what I've done and start looking for us, want to come with?

Beside him, Harry gave a whoop of laughter, and Sirius grinned. Whatever happened now, it would be worth it, as long as Harry was happy.

#sirius black #harry potter #imp is writing #good godfather sirius black #dadfoot #dogfather #raising harry #sunday drabbles

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retxiel-has-nothing-better-to-do · 2 years

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[Translation] Otona no Meruhen Vol 8: 「Tsukiyo no Hime ～Juusha no Kare～」

Four years later, and I still haven't found a translation (・∀・) so I decided to translate it myself, with the help of google translate and raw intellectual power =u= This is literally my first translation ever so excuse me if I have any mistakes o.o This took me a ridiculous amount of time to translate oof Tora is just really cute here~ Other than the moe gap ouo So yeah this is what I am doing at the end of the year. Uhh anyways if you're reading this, I hope you enjoy!

Oh yeah, this is R18. So uh, that's your warning before you decide to continue.

Synopsis: https://dauriculaire.tumblr.com/post/164589798250/%E5%A4%A7%E4%BA%BA%E3%81%AE%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AB%E3%83%98%E3%83%B3%E5%92%8C-%E6%9C%88%E5%A4%9C%E3%81%AE%E5%A7%AB-%E5%BE%93%E8%80%85%E3%81%AE%E5%BD%BC-otona-no-meruhen-wa

大人のメルヘン和「月夜の姫～従者の彼～」 CV: 一重細目 (???)

Track 1: Meeting (出会い) [0:05] P.. Pleased to meet you! I am Tora. My name was given to me by your father. Starting from today, I will also be living here. I look forward to working with you! Eh? But.. I-Is that okay? For me to call you 'Sis'.. Uwahah..! That makes me happy! Then, please feel free to call me Tora! Yes, I'll be in your care as well! Oh! That reminds me! This! It's for you Sis. It's a flower I found on the way here. It's really pretty, so I want to give it to you. Yes. I'm happy to know that you're pleased with it. No, I'm glad! I get to see Sis's laughing face.. From now on, I'll continue to make you smile a lot okay? [1:46] Sis... hic gulp ..Can I please sleep together with you? I had a terrible dream... [2:17] I really hate the rain. It.. scares me so much. Sis.. you're so warm. Yes, I feel more calm now. Are you sure? Is it really okay for me to sleep here..? Okay~ ( ꈍᴗꈍ) Sis.. really is warm. And.. smells nice. ...It calms me down.

Track 2: Attendant (従者) [0:12] Oh? Sis~! Ugh.. O-Ouch.. Huh–? I won't cry! I'm a man after all..! I'm fine. There's really nothing to worry about! It will surely heal soon even if you leave it alone. More importantly! I wanted to eat some peaches since earlier so.. would you like to eat together? Certainly! Sis, you like peaches right? That's good (. ^ ᴗ ^.) Then, I left them over there, so let's eat them together! [1:05] Here, eat up~ Ehehehe, looks delicious~! Peel off the skin and.. Uh? *cute frustration noises* ..Ugh.. It won't peel off. Uh? Here. Thank you so much! Ehehee~! Well then, thanks for the food! Mm~! Tasty.. Oi? Where is it? Please stop, I can do that much myself. Jeez Sis.. You're so quick to treat me like a kid! Again, I'm not a kid. [2:03] This presence.. Again? These days, it seems highly rumored that there's an extremely beautiful princess that lives around here. More importantly.. doesn't it seem like they're taking way too much trouble just to catch a glance? ..A-Ah! No, it's nothing. So Sis, would you like to eat the rest inside? It's too sunny here and it's a little hot. *frustratedly grumbles* Isn't it a good idea? Let's please go inside already! Hurray! Okay, go inside now quickly. [2:54] Eeee..! Kk.. Jeez, even if I said I was okay.. (⇀‸↼‶) Ngh.. It hurts, but I'll do my best. Sis? I.. want to be your attendant. Actually, I have already asked your father about it. I.. really want to protect you. That's– It's... A-Anyways! Your father already gave his permission. That's why, I'll always from now on, be by your side! To guard you. So now, all I need is your permission Sis. Eh? Me too. I also think of Sis as my real sister. That's why I call you as such. But I truly want to protect you. Please. [4:06] Can't.. I? I want to stay by your side... In that case, it's fine right? That's good! Ah, likewise. I look forward to working together. If you feel like something is troubling you or anything, please feel free to tell me okay?

Track 3: On a Rainy Night (雨の夜は) [0:05] The moon is rather obscured today isn't it? There are more clouds out than usual. Rain? Ah, I see. It might start raining soon huh..? Eh? Are you sure? Ah no, but earlier today, I just said that I would start protecting you Sis. Yes.. I'm still not good with rain. Uah! Please keep it a secret from your father alright? If he knows that I'm sleeping with you at this age.. It's a bit embarrassing.. Downright miserable. But it's hard for me to overcome. [0:57] Sis, do you know why I came here? I was actually abandoned by my parents. We didn't have any money at home. No food neither. So.. maybe, they had no other choice but to throw me out. I remember that I was asked to do it first but... Since the birth of their new child, I told myself, "I'm sure that they could live a better life than now." Around that time, your father took me with him.. He told me that he understood my situation because he too was also poor. Yes. Although now, it looks like he's become more wealthy since you came here Sis. That's why I too, am able to live together with you both like this. Everyday is fun, and I get to eat enough food and have a full stomach. I'm really happy here. [2:04] Yet.. On a rainy day, I almost always end up being reminded of it. My family and.. When I went to say goodbye, because it was also raining that night. That's why, when I first came here, I-I thought it would all just be temporary. I was scared. The tears wouldn't stop flowing out. Oh! Now, it's not as bad as it used to be. Though, it still makes me feel a little lonely but, I'll probably... overcome it soon right? Ah, the rain is already starting to pour isn't it? Sis? Is it really okay with you? You won't make fun of me for acting childish? [3:13] Tonight, I feel like I'll be able to sleep well~ Of course. Heh~ Sis.. I love you.

Track 4: Moon Viewing (月見) [0:03] Sis~! Oh, so you were here all along. Sis! You have a visitor. Hah.. I thought you would say that. I declined it, don't worry. Well, I guess it won't work if you don't agree to it. I'll tell them that you don't feel particularly well. Even so, that person was quite an item– (T/N: I think he was insulting the person? Like, 'nakanaka' meant 'good' but shibutsu meant 'useless thing' so like, I think he meant that the person had a kinda stuck-up personality as a high status person maybe?) Ah nothing! They're quite tenacious aren't they? Is it that you just got used to giving out refusals? I'm talking about the marriage proposals. A jeweled branch from Hōrai, two robes made of Chinese fire-rat skins, the Buddha's stone begging bowl. After that, a cowry shell born from a swallow, and the pearl from the dragon's neck was it? “If you succeed in bringing it to me, I shall accept your proposal for marriage,” you said. Those things you mentioned.. do they even exist? So Sis can be a mean person too I see~ [1:11] Well, thanks to that, most of your suitors gave up. A few haven't, yet you seem to be doing as well as ever. That said, you're around the age where you should think of getting married, your father said. Then, do you not plan on getting married to anyone? Ah..! What a relief.. Nothing. I think you're truly beautiful Sis. That's why it isn't strange to think that everyday, someone would come to ask for your hand in marriage. Please don't say that! I meant that.. Sis is as lovable on the inside, as well as the outside. So please, never change yourself. Sis, you're beautiful just the way you are. Ehe~ Well then, I have something to do, so I'll be off for a bit. Oh yeah. Tonight, let's go for a stroll again together okay? [2:41] Sis, please be careful of where you step. Huwah.. You can see the moon really well over here. You like the moon a lot, don't you Sis? Nowadays, you often look up at it during the night. Yesterday you came to see it. Today as well. Not at all. I'll just watch you while you watch the moon. Ehehehe~ Should I stop? (・∀・)? [3:21] I like the moon as well. But lately, it makes me feel a bit envious. I mean, because you'd usually only stare so intently when you watched over me. No, nothing. Maybe it's jealousy or something, not about what you're– I'm just worried. One day, some man will take Sis somewhere away from here.. I understand. Women are supposed to– have the obligation to get married. But, still, I don't want you to marry anyone Sis..! I'm sorry for being selfish. Heh? Is that true? ..Really? You, really won't marry anyone, you'll promise me that? I'm glad! Sis please.. stay as my sis forever okay? Hey, Sis? I'm still not that much taller than you; I'm not strong either. I've still got a long way to go before I become a man but, if I.. grow taller than you, and train more so that my martial arts are second to none. Maybe then I... [5:27] O-On second thought, that's enough for now! If that time comes then I'll be sure to tell you. Just for now, let's watch the moon for a little bit longer?

Track 5: Promise (約束) [0:09] The emperor.. hah.. I heard that the emperor wanted to.. hah.. see you in person..! That, is it really true? It is.. isn't it. I have also heard from your father. And the rumor was spreading like wildfire. Even.. out on the streets..! Of course! I undoubtedly believe your words. But, you.. with such a person.. You're being ordered to against your will right!? I hate it. Sis you haven't even.. you haven't even met him– having to get married to someone just like that..! I KNOW but–! [1:04] Why? Can you really say that? You can still refuse the emperor if you have any valid reason. Sis, you're.. hiding something from me aren't you? I have noticed ever since before. While looking up at the moon, Sis you.. always seemed to be thinking about something. And with that.. I've been pretending not to notice. Please tell me. What on earth are you hiding from me? Sis..! Please. I beg you, please tell me the truth! [2:03] Go back.. to the moon..? What do you mean? Sis are you.. not a person from this world? No way. It can't be— You're saying.. the truth? Then, you are here now.. to atone for your sins as some divine punishment? What sin did Sis even commit to get sent here? Why-!? Is it a sin to have a longing for this world? “It's an unclean place,” they said? P-Please wait! Your sin, when will it be forgiven? ..The next full moon? Isn't that already tomorrow?! *random thunder strike* That's... cruel. I couldn't even keep my promise when I said I would protect you. When I said, we'd stay together-! No matter what.. Yet, you knew you were going back to the moon eventually so you lied when we did that promise didn't you? ..Even if this world is unclean, I don't want you to go back. [3:37] What? I see. It wasn't.. my fault huh? You liar! Even ever since we first met Sis.. you would always–! Make excuses like that.. And now, you're going to leave me as well..! No stop, I don't want to hear it anymore! Sis I... I HATE you!

Track 6: (Four Times in a Row If Someone Knows The Title, Pls Tell Me :,)) (私が貴女を) [0:13] W-What do you want? ..I'm not crying. Please leave me alone! You won't be here after tomorrow anyways. You don't really care about me, do you? Because that's just the way it is isn't it?! You'll be.. gone tomorrow after all right? Just like back then. Please stop it. I really don't care anymore. Hurry. The moon, or wherever, why don't you just go? Sis is.. a pure and untainted moon dweller, is that right? Liar! You're still trying to deceive me, even though you're going to go back eventually..! Night after night, you would always stare at the moon like that. Rather than spending time here, you wanted to return to the moon right? If you really mean it, would you stay with me? Don't go back. Just.. stay with me. [1:41] In that case, you just have to get rid of it. From what you said, only pure things can exist on the moon right? Then... I'll gladly defile you. After that, you'll have no choice but to stay here. You said you would stay with me no matter what. You said you would.. keep our promise didn't you? That you won't leave.. and that you'll stay here. Well then, It would be fine.. if I tainted you right? Even if this is the only way I can think of, will you come to hate me? That.. Of course, it's obvious. I don't want you to keep treating me like a kid. So now.. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 look at me properly. [3:21] This smell of yours. I like it a lot. Back then when I used to sleep together with you, being surrounded by your scent while I slept.. It comforted me. But now, it's.. even stronger than usual. I wonder why? Even your body too. It's hotter than usual. Would it be okay if I touched you more directly? Soft.. Since it's your first time being touched like this, aren't you.. a little nervous? But I want to touch you more. In all of the places, that no one's ever touched before. Here. And your chest too. Can I use my fingers? When I touch here, it would stiffen a bit. It's slowly getting erect.. Uah..! You don't have to! Please don't hide yourself. I want to see everything. Your body. And your cute expressions. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. I want to see every inch of you. So, won't you turn over here? That's good.. Even though you seem embarrassed, you don't really mind right? Then, can I.. kiss you? Your lips are really soft.. U-Um.. Can I put my tongue in this time? *one protagonist-induced silence later* If you stay silent, I'll take it as affirmation you know. I already warned you right? Well then, I honestly, really like it so.. I won't ask you again another time. Why? Does it.. feel so good? This is bad.. I'd rather stop speaking. Why is it this sweet? Your lips~ [7:57] It hurts. The more I do this with you, the more my feelings start to overflow. I like you. I like you a lot. I love you! I know.. we have to do this now so I can protect you, but I don't want it to be like this. But! You'll be gone if we don't. Maybe if we had more time.. because, right now I'm still not– I'm not sure I could satisfy you. I'm sure.. I wouldn't.. be able to. But I.. already am a man? But, really? Am I really enough for you? Then, one more time. Like earlier. Please let me.. do it again. [9:57] Ah.. My apologies. I should have untied the obi belt earlier. Your kimono is all wrinkled. Aww.. Too bad. It's pretty dark because it's night. This place, I can't see it very well. I wanted to see! A little bit. But, you're fine with it since it's less embarrassing right? Then I have no complaints if it's like this. I can't see very well. But I can still tell. From the sound. If you're ready, is it okay if I? Ah.. Does it embarrass you? But it's okay. Right now, these sounds, and the cute voice you make.. no one else will be able to hear it except me. Since the rain will completely mask every sound so.. I usually hate the rain. Yet when I'm here with you, even the sound of rain seems comforting. It's quite strange. Should we already? Me too.. I want it to feel good. I'll enter slowly, okay? [14:04] It hurts doesn't it?

I'm really sorry! B-But whimper I can't... endure it for much longer.. I want to move already. I-I didn't know.. doing this.. felt so– good..! I am-! really.. s-sorr~! I can't stop! I'm sorry..! *starts to cry a little* W-What should I..? Already... I'm going to cum! [16:08] .. I apologize. Please wait! It's still.. not enough so... Uuh this.. still might not be sufficient. You too, right? Besides... More of you. I want to taint you more. This alone may not be enough yet. This time, it seems a bit less tight.. than before. That's why– it'll be.. ff~fine..! All the places. That make you feel good. Please tell me. What's wrong? Are you feeling good too? If I touch your chest like this.. Or here, it twitches whenever I tease it with my fingers. Just now, you tightened a bit. Then, I'll play with you even more here okay? It.. came out a lot. If it's mine, or if it's yours, I'm not really sure.. But, a lot's coming out of you. [19:42] I want to stay connected with you.. like this forever. Your insides.. feel warm, and surprisingly nice. I really want to stay with you like this forever. I love you. Sis..! [21:06] Sis! Sis–! Kuh.. Ahh~! Don't leave! Forever.. just stay with me...! Please. I'm coming... -again! May I? Too– Too much~ I'm already at my... -limit! Cumming! [22:46] Maybe... I can die now..? U-uuh.. Please wait! Don't move yet. I don't want to pull it out.. yet. This, wanting to stay connected with you. Is it not good? Why? I want to do more... and more. Because! When was it supposed to be again? Tomorrow? I can't wait so long. Hey, Sis.. I still haven't heard you voice your response yet. What do you truly think of me? I want to hear it properly. Yes, that. The words you said just now. One more time; please tell me again. Mm.. I can't hear you very well. One more time. Me too! I like you. I love you~! [24:24] Mm... Uhm. As I thought, for now, can we do it just one more time? Is it no good? You still have it in you so.. you can tell right? For tonight, just one more time and that's it. Please? Pretty please. Sis~ Hehe, you used to falter so easily like that whenever I acted cute. Ehe, I remember! Moreover, I have to fill you with more and more of me. Because I won't let you go back to the moon. So.. it's okay right?

Track 7: Whether It's Sunny or Rainy (雨でも晴れでも)

Track 7: Whether It's Sunny or Rainy [0:06] Are you looking at the moon again? In the end, you weren't taken away after all. As I thought, was it because of me? Is it possible that– you regret it? Hah~ Thank goodness. At least now, I can see you next to the moon like this. Just a bit later and I would've started to hate it. (‘=u=) [0:43] Oh! Ahh, I don't hate the rain anymore! For the longest time now, you'd always stay by my side and hold me close on days that were rainy. Now I actually quite look forward to them. Ah–! How can you say such a thing? How cruel. Personally, whether it's sunny or rainy. I wouldn't mind as long as I get to sleep together with you at night. [1:15] Is it okay.. for tonight as well? Because! Since that night, I always think of that time with you. What I feel towards you; I can't control it so easily. I want to.. touch you, so much that it's unbearable. "Someone will see"? Who would be able to see us? Gee, even though it's already this late.. ..Ahh.! By that, do you mean the people who come just to be able to see you? Thinking about it, it would probably be fine to let them look all they want! Then I'm sure; they'll have no choice but to understand that you're mine and mine only. So... if you insist so much, shall we confront them and intimidate them into leaving? [2:29] Nn..! Hah~ I understand. In that case, why don't we go to your room instead. Yes, that's right. It's a place where nobody would be able to see us right? Here, please stand. I'll pull you up. Come on, let's go!

Track 8: Bonus (おまけ) [0:03] Oh? Please wait! The kids have finished their training just now. Certainly. It is a bit hard, but teaching kendo to children is pretty fun. The children learn really quick. It's like there's nothing else for me to teach them huh? I also want to have my own child as soon as possible~ Pffft— Hehehmm~! Why did you get so red? [0:37] Listen. About that promise we made in the past, do you still remember? "When I grow taller than you, and my strength becomes second to none. If that time comes, then I would have something to tell you." [Kids: Teacher~!!!] Hah.. Yes, I can hear you all. Hehe~! Well then, let's continue this again later. In your room. [1:28] Oh? Ahh.. did you wake up? Yes, I came to visit you~ Didn't I tell you earlier today? "Let's continue this in your room." But actually, tonight's not a usual visit. I came to formally propose to you. Of course; I'm serious. Three days from today. I'll come back here to finally tie the knot with you. It will be proof that we are officially married. Then we'll eat mochi together on the third day okay? (T/N: “In the Heian period, mochi was often used in Shinto events to celebrate childbirth and marriage. In this period, it became customary in the aristocratic society for the bride and groom to eat mochi together at the bride's house three days after the wedding.”) I already managed to fulfill it; I grew much taller than you. And now, I've become strong. What's your reply? I've become a man who is second to none. Yes. Now that I am more confident in myself than back then, I want to be a man who can stand beside you. I desperately trained everyday. Even while sweating, I did my best. [2:46] Do you need time to give an answer? Then, please choose me. Get married with me. For three days. I'll come here every night from today until you say yes. Please. Allow me to make you happy. *you pull him in and kiss him* [3:48] ..I like you. You really are.. beautiful even at a glimpse. I can't. I can't take my eyes off of you for a moment. [4:44] Are you still embarrassed? If so, should I take mine off too? If we're both like this, you won't have to be embarrassed. Go ahead. Please feel free to look more closely~ What's wrong? After I went through the trouble of taking it all off. I want you to see. No matter where, or even, how I grew up. It's completely different from when I was a kid. You're bright red~! Then again, I don't think you'd be able to really understand just by looking at it would you? Here, give me your hand. Do you understand? It's now slightly muscular and a bit more stiff than it used to be right? The way your body is now is also completely different from back then. Here, your chest too. Please let me touch it. Even your arms. [5:59] Look at this! Do you know that you're getting fat? Geheh..! Fuhehe~ Hah.. I''m really sorry! You were just so cute, that I wanted to bully you a bit. It looks like our roles from back then have reversed hasn't it? That's true. Because, as long as I called you 'Sis', you would continue to see me as a younger brother right? But I wanted you to see me as a man. That's why I stopped calling you 'Sis'. It saddens you..? So that's how you feel. That's not true. I am me of course. I'll stay by your side 'till the end of time. I mean, I'm still in here in front of you aren't I? [7:02] If you're that worried.. you're free to check. My existence, my being. Feel more of me. [8:21] It's already starting to get a little wet. Is it okay if I lick it? That's no good~ Please don't move your hips too much. Otherwise, I can't lick it properly. I understand that your hips tend to move 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 expressively whenever you feel good but.. *chuckle* It's a lot more wet.. than before. Is it okay, if I put it in now? Please relax alright? It always... feels really.. uh..! amazing–! inside of you.. Today.. more than ever.. I want– to get the most! out of it. I'll raise your legs for you. Can you feel it–? That it's going.. much deeper–! than usual? Do you have, any idea..

uhh.! how.. deep it's going? Look! This part of me.. has also become a bit–! more than it used to be right? But even if we don't do it everyday, just even until tomorrow. Maybe it's not too excessive if you're enjoying it this much I guess~? (?) I've always dreamed of making it this far. That I'd.. finally have the advantage over you. I won't.. let you treat me like a kid anymore! Now, it's my turn to take care of you. Well then~ Come on! Let out more of your moans–! That cute voice of yours~! Let me hear more of it. I'm going to.. come–! [14:44] I like you so much. I love you. I won't let anyone else have you; I won't let you be taken to anywhere else. If the moon still hasn't given up on you then.. I'll continue to taint you, no matter how many times it takes. I'll fill more of you with me. For three days and three nights, I'll dote on you lots~ okay?

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Choices - Part 1

Word Count: 3,913

Requested: by me; inspired by a TikTok POV

Story Description: After the snap (Y/N) and Steve decided to shift their friendship into a romantic relationship. After the Battle of Earth, and Thanos’s ultimate defeat, Steve had to travel back in time to return the stones, but what (Y/N) doesn’t know is he’s not returning. The man leaves to his best friend the hard task to break the news to his lover. But what will happen if Steve returns in an unexpected manner?

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part: 1/3

A/N: I just gotta say I only have spoiled knowledge of what happens in Endgame because I refuse to acknowledge its existence and I’ll never watch it. Anything I write that is not cannon, whoops. But this one-shot is inspired by a POV I stumbled upon in TikTok and I just needed to write. Had to divide it into two parts because it was getting too long.

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It had taken 6 years and losing almost everyone we loved for Steve and me to admit our feelings for each other. After seeing our closest friends dissipate into fine dust we decided life was too short to wait for the right time.

That was 5 years ago. Our relationship had been solidified as the years went on and the loss of Nat and Tony in the Battle of Earth only bringing us closer.

But something had changed. These past few days Steve had grown distant and quiet, only acknowledging me when we were in our bedroom or stuck in training. All I could attribute it to was that he was nervous about traveling to return the stones. Normally, he would talk to me about what was clouding his mind but nowadays he was acting as if we were strangers.

Thankfully, I had a friend to occupy my time with. Bucky and I had developed a close friendship since meeting him back when he still was the Winter Soldier. Being part of his recovery was the catalyst to the relationship we have today. Losing him in the blip was horribly heartbreaking but it brought me and Steve closer. Now that he was back, I was able to have someone I could confide in the understood the Captain’s brain.

“Hey, Buck,” I announced my arrival as I saw Bucky getting some water in the kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Not really,” he sighed. “The nightmares, you know?”

He was right, I did know. Although I wasn’t blipped I had my own demons I was still battling with. “Yeah, I get it. I’m making grilled cheese, do you want some?”

“Grilled cheese? At 3 am?” He chuckled. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, (Y/N). You only eat grilled cheese at this time when you’re worried about something.”

“You know me too well,” I sighed. “It’s Steve. He’s been really weird this past few days.”

“Weird how?”

“He’s been kinda avoiding me lately and I don’t know why.” A few tears were threatening to spill, but I did my best to dry them before they fell. “It’s like nothing I do is good enough, like he’d rather be anywhere but close to me. Does he hate me? Is it something I did?”

Bucky got up from the chair he was sat in and wrapped me in a hug. I couldn’t hold off the tears this time. “There’s nothing you could do that would make that man hate you, he’s probably just in his head about traveling in time.”

“I thought so, but why wouldn’t he talk to me about it. There’s not a single thing we haven’t been able to talk about up to ‘til now. What’s so important about this that he can’t talk to me about it.”

“Don’t stress yourself over this, doll. I’m sure after tomorrow everything would go back to how it was.”

Bucky’s POV

And at that time I did believe it. Knowing Steve I really thought he was just nervous about the journey he had to take in the morning. That was until he said he needed to talk with me.

“What is it, punk? You too nervous?” I chuckled until I saw the serious face he held.

“I need a favor from you, Buck, and you might not like it.”

“You’re scaring me, Steve. What’s wrong?” I couldn’t help but think that this had to do with why he was avoiding (Y/N).

“When I go back today, I’m not coming back in 5 seconds.”

“What are you talking about, Steve?”

“I’m going to stay back and have a life with Peggy. This is my last chance to be with her and I’m taking it,” he ran his hands through his face. He knew what he was asking of me and he knew it wasn’t fair. “I need you to tell (Y/N) for me once I’m gone. She’s gonna need someone to lean on and I need it to be you.”

“You can’t do that, Rogers. It’s not fair to me and it’s definitely not fair to her. (Y/N) loves you with her whole being. This is going to crush her.” He had been ignoring her out of guilt and he was leaving all these feelings behind in a couple of hours, leaving me to deal with the aftermath. “You know, she’s been beating herself over you avoiding her and I thought it was just nerves. But this is a new low; the Steve I know would never do this.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry. I just think it’ll go over quicker if it comes from you.”

“What you’re doing is cleaning your hands of a mess you’re making.” The anger was boiling inside of me by now. (Y/N) did not deserve this ending, she did not deserve to have her heart broken in such a cowardly way.

“Please, Bucky. I don’t think I could tell her face to face.” He took a paper out of his back pocket. “I wrote her this letter, hopefully, it’ll help things to smooth over. Please, Buck, please. You have to believe me when I tell you the last thing I want to do is hurt her.”

I snatched the letter from his hands and guarded it in my jacket pocket. “I’ll do it only because I owe you my life and she’ll need someone once I break her heart for you. But, I get it.”

“Thanks, bud. I know that for now, it must seem like a horrible thing to do but hopefully in time you’ll see my point of view.” I accepted the hug he offered. Although my head was telling me to be loyal to Steve, my heart was breaking at the thought of breaking (Y/N)’s.

Before I knew it, Sam, Bruce, (Y/N), Steve, and I were standing in front of the machine that would be the catalyst of inevitable heartbreak.

3rd person’s POV

“Well, this is it,” Steve whispered. They were standing to the right as Banner made sure everything was ready for Steve’s trip.

“You know, it’s not too late to back out,” (Y/N)’s hands traveled to his chest. “We can have someone else go.”

“It has to be me, (Y/N). But I’ll be back before you know it, doll.” His head lowered and left a deep kiss on her lips. They lingered for longer than usual, and she couldn’t help but imagine that there was an underlying message to it. “You know I love you, right? And I would never do anything to purposely hurt you, right?”

“Of course, Steve. I love you, too.” (Y/N) smiled and kissed him once more, allowing him to engulf her in a tight hug. “Be careful, okay? I can’t lose you too.”

“I will,” he smiled. “Now, I’ve gotta go.”

“I know, be safe.” She smiled once more as she watched Steve get on the machine. She made her way over to Bucky, his arm circling her shoulders. “It’s just 5 seconds, right?”

“Yup,” he smiled, ignoring the burning sensation coming from the paper inside his jacket. “Just five seconds.”

“Ready, Cap?” asked Bruce from behind the control panel. Steve nodded, one hand on Mjolnir and another on the case that held the Infinity Stones. “Alright, we’ll meet you back here, okay?”

“You bet,” he responded. Two of the people present knew that it was a lie, but no one else had picked up on it yet. His head was encircled by the helmet and he stared at the two people that meant the most to him in this lifetime. Hurting them was the hardest thing he had to do, but he had been living for everyone else for too long. He decided that it was time to do something for himself.

“Going quantum in 3, 2, 1,” Bruce announced. A breath hitched in (Y/N)’s throat as the time went down, all she had to do was brace herself for five seconds. Banner hit the button and (Y/N) had to blink various times to fully grasp the disappearance of the man she loved. He had vanished as quick as a thought, one second there and the next just a memory. “And returning in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1....”

Nothing. Bruce clicked the button and nothing happened. The body of Captain America was nowhere in sight.

“Bruce, what the hell is going on?” (Y/N) spoke up, but she wasn’t sure if her voice was heard. Her mind raced a million miles an hour and she could feel her legs giving out. Had it not been for Bucky’s left arm, she would have crashed to the floor. Bruce stammered with his words, not knowing what to say. “Bucky, where is he, Bucky? Where’s Steve?”

Bucky knew it would hurt to see her cry, but this was shattering his heart. Her body was falling limp in his arms and the tears were streaming out of her eyes faster than he could dry them. Her words were slurred but he understood the gist of it. She was hurt; she was betrayed; she was beyond heartbroken.

“Come on, let’s sit down.” Bucky led her to the tent that was propped up behind them. “There’s something you should know.”

“What is it, Buck?” She sobbed.

“Please don’t hate me, but Steve is not coming back.” The girl looked up at her friend, not know what emotion she was feeling in the moment. Her tears stopped momentarily, needing to hear the words that would spill from Bucky’s mouth. “Steve decided to go back in time and have a life with Peggy. He needed you to know that he didn’t want to hurt you. He also left you this note.”

Her shaky hands extended to take hold of the piece of paper Bucky handed her. She dried away the tears that were clouding her eyes and began reading.

My dearest doll,

If you are reading this letter, you know I am not coming back. I decided to take hold of the chance to have the life I would’ve had if I stayed in the 40s. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling in this moment, and I’m sorry for all the hurt I know I’m causing you. I need you to know that I never knew I could love someone after Peggy and I’m thankful for all the years we had together. I was in love with you and I still am, but I could not continue on knowing I have a chance to answer one of my biggest ‘what if’s. I could not go on in our life with the weight of my past on our shoulders, you deserve better than that. I hope you can pardon how big of a coward I am being in the moment, I knew I couldn’t do this face-to-face and you deserve at least a worded explanation of why I left. You are strong, amazing, beautiful, and deserving of all the love in the world; I’m sorry I couldn’t provide it. I want you to promise me that you’ll move on and be happy, even if it’s not with me. I also hope you don’t hate Bucky for being the bearer of bad news, he didn’t know until today and I gave him no other choice thant to tell you. If there’s someone that can understand what you are feeling right now, it is him.

I hope one day you will forgive me for this,

I love you until the end of the line.

Steve

She folded the paper back up and broke down once again. Bucky engulfed her in a hug and held her as she shook. “He’s gone, Buck. He went back to be with Peggy. I wasn’t enough for him.”

“Oh, doll, I’m so sorry.”

“Guys, we’ve got to head back,” Sam peeked his head through the tent, heartbroken by the view in front of him. “I’ve got her, Buck. Go get the truck started.”

Bucky released (Y/N) into the arms of Sam Wilson, and left to start the car to head back to the tower. Sam ran his hands over the sobbing girl’s hair trying his best to soothe her. Even though he didn’t fully understand the situation she was in, he got the jist of it. After everything was packed back up, (Y/N) had fallen asleep in Sam’s arms, so he picked her up and laid her on his lap to not wake her. She would be needing all the rest she could get.

“You guys good back there?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, she’s out like a light,” Sam whispered.

“Good, she’s gonna need all the energy she can get to recover.”

“What happened?”

“Steve decided to stay back and be with Peggy; left me to tell her the news.” Busky gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were pale white, his anger building up inside him.

“Wow, I never expected that from the Cap. I don’t think it’ll be easy for her to move on from this.” He looked down at the sleeping figure in his lap, wiping away the few tears that had slipped out in her slumber. “She might be physically strong, but she’s very sensitive and rarely gets attached.”

“I still don’t understand why he chose to do it this way. The little punk.”

The duo waited until Banner was inside the truck before leaving the spot they were in and back home. Unbeknownst to them, behind the trees, a figure stared at the scene in front of him with a broken heart.

***

It had been almost three weeks of robotic movements from (Y/N). She would wake up, sometimes eat, sit in front of a window and stare down the New York skyline; other times she would lay in bed wearing one of Steve’s shirts and sprayed the room with his cologne as she sobbed into his pillow. There were the nights that she drowned her sorrows in a bottle of whatever liquor she could find, until the other members started hiding the bottles. But that didn’t stop her from stashing a couple of bottles in her closet. Nighttime was always the hardest. (Y/N) had grown used to falling asleep in Steve’s arms and being engulfed in his warmth. Now, she thrashed around in a bed that was too big, too cold, and too uncomfortable.

The rest of the team had tried their best to lift her spirits, but nothing seemed to work too well. Sam tried his best to make her favorite meals, which she gave thanks for but rarely ate, pushing the food around in the plate; Bucky tried to entice some emotion by asking her to join him in clearing his list of movies to watch to catch up on the times, but she would zone out for most of the movie; Bruce would ask her to join him in his afternoon reading sessions, but every time she picked up a book she re-read the same page over and over not retaining a single word; Wanda would try her best to get her to partake in normal hygiene practices, which the girl had held off on for a couple of days, only getting her to shower every other day.

(Y/N) was a walking zombie, doing the bare minimum to survive.

But today she had woken up differently, her heart hurting a little less than the other days. She got into the shower, brushed her teeth, and even got dressed in her own clothes. It was three in the afternoon, but she was up. She was detangling her hair when her bedroom door opened.

“You’re awake?” Bucky said, startled to see a clean and awake (Y/N) in front of him. “Don’t mean to sound so surprised, but I came in here with the intention to startle you awake once again.”

The girl chuckled and continued her brushing. “Thought it was time to do something by myself.”

“Here, let me.” Bucky took the brush from her hands and started brushing through her damp hair. It finally smelled of her normal shampoo and conditioner, and not a mix of her hair oils and Steve’s cologne. The smell of strawberries and vanilla emanated from her head and Bucky couldn’t help but breathe in deep. His left hand ran the hairbrush through her hair as his right hand smoothed it down. (Y/N) leaned into his touch and smiled at the comforting strokes he was providing. Unknowingly, Bucky started humming a lullaby under his breath.

“What are you humming?”

“It’s a Russian lullaby I overheard one night while under HYDRAs hold. There’s not much I like to remember from those times, but this I don’t mind.”

“I like it,” she rocked to the movements of his hands and smiled as she listened intently to his humming. She couldn’t see him, but the veteran was smiling at her. It had been the first time she had shown any kind of emotion in the time that had elapsed. He finished her hair in a sloppy braid, not fully understanding the mechanics of the three-strand braid. “Thank you, Buck.”

“How’re you feeling today, (Y/N)?” He finally asked.

“I’m feeling better, don’t know how long it will take to get me to 100% but I’m feeling like a 45% today.”

“That’s good to hear, you know. It’s better than where we started.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind and she leaned into him, enjoying the warmth his body emanated. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“Have not gotten up to that point.”

“Well, Sam’s already cooking up something in the kitchen and I’m on the second movie of The Lord of the Rings, so we can watch that one.”

“Okay, that sounds good.” She smiled at the man that was next to her as they exited her room.

The rest of the team had gathered in the kitchen, working on ways to cheer (Y/N) up when they saw her emerge from the hallway with a small smile on her face. Everyone’s jaw fell open when they saw the girl looking partly human and with a spark of energy. It had been a while since she had resembled the (Y/N) they knew and loved.

“Guys, please pick up your mouths off the floor, your eyes do not deceive you.” (Y/N) joked.

“Glad to see you’re alive, (Y/N),” Sam spoke. “Come have some food.”

She smiled at her friend and sat next to Wanda as Sam placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of her. Bucky served himself and her a cup of coffee and added the cream and sugar she enjoyed with her drink. She happily munched on the food as the people around her stared in astonishment.

Thankfully, the staring didn’t last long. Wanda and Sam had a quick recon mission and Bruce had some work to finish in the lab, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) to enjoy The Two Towers in peace. Bucky had the curtains drawn and the movie all set up as (Y/N) took out blankets and made a hole between all the pillows that adorned the couch. The duo settled into their spot and bundled themselves in the blankets, settling in for the 226 minutes of the extended version of the movie.

She wasn’t sure at what point in the movie she fell asleep, but she was woken up by Bucky softly shaking her awake. She mumbled something she didn’t even understand, so Bucky decided to carry her to her bed. (Y/N) had burned too much energy by being around too many people too fast. It didn’t seem like a lot but being around the whole team had taken a toll on her. The sun had started to set and so were the last slivers of happiness she had felt.

Bucky set her down on her bed, tucking the blankets around her. He turned to leave when a small hand wrapped around his right wrist. He looked down and saw a teary-eyed (Y/N) looking up at him.

“Stay, please.” Her voice was barely a whisper and it trembled slightly. She was the vision of the heartbreaking scene that had hurt him three weeks ago.

He smiled softly at the girl and went around the bed to climb in. “Today was hard, huh?”

“Yeah, I thought I was ready to go back to normal, but it took too much out of me. I feel so useless.”

“You are far from useless, doll. You’re hurting, darling, we all understand.” He pulled her in close and laid her head on his chest, the thin layer becoming wet with her tears. “It’ll get better someday, that’s the only thing I’m sure of.”

“How do you know?”

“Because we all do, after a while we all get better.”

“I wish we knew how long a while was. Everything would be easier.”

“I know, doll, but let’s take it all one day at a time. Just remember you’re not alone. You have me – and the rest of the team.” He cleared his throat trying to disguise the importance she held in his life. Bucky would have never said anything, but he had fallen for the girl. He held her already in high regard for the care she had given to his best friend, but his feelings had started to shift when she started caring for him while they were on the run.

“Thank you, Buck. I don’t know where I would be without you.” She laid a kiss on his chest and drifted to sleep with Bucky’s arm rubbing circles on her back.

One more week had gone by and (Y/N) had grown used to having Bucky sleep with her at night. He had helped her pack away all the things Steve had left in the room – specifically the cologne that still hunted her, – he started waking her up earlier and making sure she got at least two full meals a days before she went to bed, and he made sure that she didn’t spend her nights crying for a man he called his best friend.

All of Bucky’s efforts didn’t go unnoticed. The remaining Avengers had noticed how the ex-assassin cared for the broken girl, going further than the rest of them did. And his feelings for the girl did not fly by the mind-reading witch that currently stared at him preparing lunch for (Y/N).

“When will you tell her how you feel?” The redhead spoke, casually sipping on a cup of coffee.

“What do you mean, Wanda?”

“What she means is that you’ve been in love with that girl for far too long and it’s time you confess already,” Sam jeered. “Nothing’s stopping you now.”

“Except for the fact that she’s still reeling from my best friend breaking her heart by going back in time and leaving her to be with someone else. I’m sure she’ll be jumping with joy if I confess right now,” he mocked. “Anyways, how did you know?”

“You’re not very secretive about it,’’ Sam laughed. “You’re always in a sour mood but magically when you’re with her you become someone else. The White Wolf become (Y/N)’s puppy real quick!’’

“I am not that obvious with it.”

“Okay, lil’ pup.”

“Whatever. Anyways, it’s not the right time for that.”

“When will it be the right time then, Bucky?” Wanda inquired.

“I don’t know. But it’s not right now.” He plated what he was cooking and headed to (Y/N)’s room. The last thing she needed at the moment was a new relationship, even if that’s all Bucky wanted.

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