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pupcuck · 4 months

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WASTE ME 3

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. rape/non-con, painal, vomit like a lot of it, emotional abuse

a/n. so messy n rushed cuz i deleted it like 5 times n rewrote it over n over 😭 sorry it’s so flat from leon’s side but omg rbs n feedback appreciated :3 unedited so ignore typos please :3 leon is um. idk I think I changed his character drastically from the last parts but whatever!!! if u see me using shit from old fics ignore it ong

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

one / two

“Can you put that away? I can’t concentrate.” Leon’s hands tighten their grip on the wheel, agitation creeps into his voice as you push the visor back into its place, then very promptly - when you think he’s not looking - pull it back down for the umpteenth time to give yourself a once over. “Cut it out.”

“Sorry.” You say quickly, as if the words have been festering in your mouth for a while now.

“Hey, you don’t have to come.” You do, you have to or I'm in deep shit. I bet a couple hundred on this. A date, that is. In all the years he’s known his friends, not once has he brought a date to their annual New Year’s party. “We’re not too far from your house, I can turn the car around.”

“No,” You shake your head, “No, I want to come with you.”

Leon isn’t sure if he wants you to come with him, if he’s ready for the barrage of questions and insults, namely from Claire. He’s taking you ‘cause there’s no one else, and to be quite frank, he considered hiring an escort before he even thought of you. The thing is, you’ve gotten too comfortable around him. Using pet names, babe and baby, so Leon tried to put some distance between the two of you. ‘Cause that made him queasy. You’re not dating. He’s thirty-seven years old, there’s no room in his life to date, you don’t date at that age. You fuck and get it over with.

“I don’t know what you’re nervous about,” Leon hums, he turns the radio down, “You look nice.” He expects you to fawn over him, throw yourself into his lap ‘cause he said you don’t look bad. That’s what you’re like, right? Doesn’t take a whole lot to get your tail wagging.

“Don’t say that.” The tone in which you speak is new, Leon hasn’t heard that before. Not been on the receiving end of any mood swings you’re bound to have. You have the emotional capacity of a toddler - no form of regulation over any of your thoughts and feelings, words slip past your lips like you’ve got the shits. Verbally speaking.

“What?” He asks, dumbfounded by the total switch.

“I don’t like it… I don’t like when you say things like that, it feels like you're lying.” And he’s not. That might be the first time he’s ever told you the truth so directly.

“I’m not, why would I lie about that?” Oh, so all of a sudden you’ve managed to grasp the concept of self respect? Talking back to him and shit. You know, Leon’s kinda proud of you. One of you had to break free from the binds of your swaddling cloth sooner or later. One of you has to cut ties, and it sure as hell won’t be him. It’s not that you’ve grown on him, instead you’ve torn open his flesh and slipped between the cracks in his ribs. Nestled into his chest cavity and made it your home. Or he’s just real lonely.

“I’m not stupid, Leon.”

“I never said you were stupid.”

“You’re looking at me like I’m stupid.”

“What? No, I’m not. I’m looking straight ahead, ‘cause I’m driving?”

“Yeah? Well, keep looking at the road.” You huff through your nostrils, and it’s absurd, the shit you come up with. All it does is show your age. He’s fucking a kid, one that can’t even drink yet.

Leon does just that, neither of you utter a word for the remainder of the journey. When he gets out, you catch up with him, take his arm in yours as if it belongs to you, he’d rather you take his heart. So all the tenderness would be zapped from his system. Leon’s love comes in the shape of your casket, it comes with the engravings on your tombstone, empty and cadaverous. It’s not enough for you, you don’t know that, but he does. Leon’s a weeping sore of a man, the kind that won’t go away, not with over-the-counter pills, not the type that gets drained, not even antibiotics could help him. You’re licking his wounds and getting nothing from it, nothing but a mouthful of infectious pus.

“Leon— Oh.” The smile on Claire’s face drops as quick as it came, her forehead creases, and he’d like to tell her pretty girls shouldn’t frown so hard, they’ll get wrinkles, but she’d have his head. Tell him that it’s a natural progression, and that he’s looking a little rough these days, he should try keto. Leon has been on keto most his life if dick counts as meat.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, draws you closer, smiling with all his teeth to show Claire that he really likes you when he really doesn’t. Well, he does, it’s just complicated. “Claire.” Leon greets with a nod of his head, he introduces you despite the uneasiness, then guides you to sit on an unoccupied seat beside Rebecca, his hand on your lower back.

From the corner of his eye, Leon watches you shift in your seat as Claire asks him if this is a thing now - cherry picking. If he’s going through a midlife crisis, and that she knows a guy who knows a girl who knows a good shrink, one that keeps real quiet. Then their conversation gets derailed and she begins to talk about Simone de Beauvoir, wrote a book called The Second Sex apparently, Claire reveres it, and Leon is confused on how they got to here.

Hunnigan argues that The Second Sex others women of colour very brashly, and it’s not quite argumentative because Hunnigan talks factually, like everything she says is right, and it usually is. It’s impressive how often she teeters on a condescending edge. She says Claire should read more on intersectionality, and Claire nods, bats her lashes ‘cause she listens to pretty ladies well. The only intersection Leon knows of is a road junction— he wonders how you’re doing with Rebecca, so he excuses himself from the conversation. Hunnigan tells him that he wasn’t included in the first place.

When he catches sight of you, you’re sitting alone, picking at whatever piece of food you can get, leg bouncing so hard the table does too. Chris grabs his arm and drags his arm towards Jill, and then it’s Sherry, who is always a joy, and then Ashley, and her dad who Leon, for some reason, thought was in a wheelchair. He gets to you a full forty minutes later.

“Woah, slow down, are you okay?” Leon takes your wrist in his, wonders how to word this correctly, without you taking any offence. “You’re eating a lot.” Shit. Not the best opener.

“I am not.” There’s a droplet of sweat trickling down the column of your neck, he wipes it with his thumb. “Am I? Did you notice? Oh my gosh, you so did. Did anyone else notice? Why did you take so long? I didn’t know what to do, Leon. Was I supposed to say anything? Was I meant to come with you?”

“Listen, calm down, god, no— just, I told you to sit here, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” You nod, tremors making your hands unsteady as you take his. “I think I should go.”

“What?” Leon’s face twists, “I gotta stay, Sherry wants me to stay, I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

You bristle at this, shoulders slumping, “No, I don’t need you to drop me, I can just get a cab back, I just feel a little out of place, Leon. Like, I know no one even knows my name, but I just feel like they’re all looking at me and talking about me and I feel so stupid.”

He gets it, truly. “You should stay.” Leon’s fingers intertwine with yours, though it’s nothing gentle, it’s to keep you under lock and key. A threat of sorts.

“Leon, I don’t really, like, I’m just sitting here eating on my own, I look like a freak.” You said it, not him.

“You could try to engage, y’know?” And it’s so hypocritical for him to say, ‘cause Leon needs a drink or five before he can even stomach talking to the older Redfield. Not that Chris is a bad guy, he’s just so intensely stupid sometimes.

“Leon,” You take your hand back, and it’s the first time you’ve denied him of anything, “I don’t think they really care if I’m here or not, I’m going home.” It’s not a question, not Leon, may I go home now, pretty please? It’s an assertion, you’re firm in your wants, and he hates it. You’re stepping out of line.

So Leon does what he does best, he fucks it up. Back to square one with your blood caked beneath his fingernails and your tears salty on his tongue. ‘Cause it doesn’t matter what you want, it hasn’t mattered before so why would it matter now? He cradles the back of your head when it knocks against the bathroom stall, tips it forward so he can kiss you sweetly. And you’re a sucker for it, hands fisting at the fabric of his dress shirt like a baby. When you’re bare, he kneels down, spreads you apart, and you’re so wet there’s slick dripping down your ass crack. Embarrassing how fast you get it on for him, and Leon’s here with a semi you could barely class as a semi. Though that’s more of a Leon problem.

The nip to your clit makes you gasp, you tangle your fingers in his hair, and he likes that. Leon presses his nose to it, laps at the slick to clean you up, but he’s only getting you messier. He spreads your ass to lick deeper into your hole, then his hand leaves so his middle and forefinger can keep your cushioned lips open, teeth scraping over your slippery folds. Leon’s mouth is moving on autopilot, his brain is working overtime, what’s he gonna do? How can he make you stay? Right, right, right, that’s gotta be it. When Leon pulls away with a pop! you whine, he’s always kind enough to let you cum. Not this time.

“Hold on, kid,” Leon murmurs, spins you around and you brace yourself against the walls of the cubicle automatically. They seem paper thin. He keeps a hand on your hip, the other unbuckling his belt with a clink as he lowers his jeans to slip out his cock that hardens only at the thought of taking you this way. You flail when he pushes into your tighter hole. The puffy rim is wet with your arousal, not wet enough to take cock. He wasn’t even merciful enough to spit on it.

“No, no, oh god, Leon, no, I’m gonna die, Leon, you’ll kill me.” Your bones crack out of place with how hard you struggle against him, limbs angled oddly, and he hates it. No doesn’t sound right coming from you. It’s a tough one, breaching your asshole, getting past the dryness.

You clench so hard, try to push him out, he kisses the nape of your neck, the tackiness of sweat salty on his lips. “Stop runnin’ from it, I’ve got you.”

“Please— Please, please, Leon,” Your cheek is squashed against the cubicle door, nails scratching at it till they crack and split. He reaches round to cover your mouth, you’re getting too loud. There’s snot and tears and spit covering his palm, but it’s alright. Worth it.

“Hey, hey, hey, c’mon do it for me. You can do it for me, can’t you? You’re not a baby.” Leon’s teeth tug on your earlobe, he manages to bury himself to the hilt in your ass. A miracle really, ‘cause he can barely move an inch back or forth.

You’re gasping for breath, knees buckling despite him supporting your weight. The pain must be bad, he knows what it’s like, that sickeningly raw pain. Feels like it’s in your guts, stirring up all the acid, tangling your intestines. But he got over it, and you got over it once upon a time. So you can do it, he knows you can.

For a minute, he thinks you stop breathing, you slump over and he struggles to hold you up, then he gets ahold of you. You’re dry heaving, retching as you claw at the cubicle, he draws his hips back and you whimper brokenly into his palm. There’s an abundance of resistance, but Leon’s strong enough to push past it, his strokes are shallow - can’t find it in himself to fuck you hard and deep. Well, Leon would, but it’s too much effort.

There’s no letting up, you’re stubborn today, his free hand reaches round to tweak your nipple, then it trails down your body, cups your cunt and parts your fold to thumb your swollen clit. It does little to lessen the ache, the burn, but Leon hopes you’ll loosen up. “Hey, you got it, jus’ focus on my fingers, okay?”

“Okay, Leon,” You get out through ragged breaths, chest rising up and down unevenly as you try to regain some sort of consciousness, he's raped you into delirium. Leon grits his teeth, that word is harsh on his ears still. “Okay… I’ll try, I’ll try… I’m trying—“

“I know you are,” Leon talks you through it, talks you through rape unlike the first time, so that must mean something, give him some kind of credit. “I know it hurts, it’ll get better, yeah? I promise.”

“I can’t breathe— Leon, I can’t-“ Your hands press down on your stomach, then your chest, heart beating wildly, to the point where he thinks he can hear it.

“You can breathe, ‘cause you’re talking to me right now, aren’t you?” He asks, “Remember what you said to me? You said I could do this.”

“I know… I know, Leon, I’m really sorry— God, it hurts so bad.” Another sob is muffled into his wet palm.

“I know, but you said you would do it for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Leon, I’m sorry, I did— I did.” You shiver, head jerking to the side as he pulls back, then slams his hips back into you - so hard your knees knock against the cubicle. The pressure on your clit alleviates nothing it seems, even when he presses a little harder, you continue to kick and squirm.

“Just a little more, yeah?” Leon tells you, he kisses your shoulder for good measure, starts up a rhythmic pace that rewards him with a squeaky yelp each time he thrusts. You’re uncomfortably tight, and it’s pretty dry, but Leon makes do, most nights his fist is drier.

Sweat prickles at your delicate skin, and your body goes rigid when he cums, he jams himself so far into you Leon fears he might have trouble pulling out. Dick might come off clean. He smooths a hand down your spine, “You’re okay.” Leon says, and it’s more of an order than anything else.

He takes your clothes from where they’re hung on the single hook, he might be a serial rapist, but he’s a gentleman. Serial might be a stretch, Leon’s not quite at that point yet, and he doesn’t intend to be. But he might be your serial rapist, ‘cause it’s happened multiple times and all.

Your gait is off, more so than last time, taking shuddering breaths as you clutch at his arm. Leon doesn’t know what to say, he leads you out the back, ‘cause Claire will look him in the eye and know what he’s done. Step by step, you wobble towards the door to the passenger seat, crumpling against it as you fumble with the handle.

“Let me do it,” Leon grows impatient, steps forward, you jump out of your skin, snapping out of your haze as you manage to open the door. Your teeth are chattering, and you’re clammy, ribs rattling noisily when you cough. He wonders if he’s really done it now, fucked over his chance with you of all people.

Every time there’s a bump in the road, you wince visibly, nails digging into the leather of his seat to try and conceal any noise leakage. “Leon?”

He stops at a red light, turns to you in surprise, didn’t think you were capable of speaking right now. “Yeah?”

“Do you think she’s cute? The one who dresses like Jackie O?” Of course it’s some insecure shit like that, the first thing you say to break the silence post-rape is a question about whether or not he likes a girl.

“Ashley’s pretty.” Leon answers, face that launched a thousand ships - or a thousand Molotov cocktails, right at him actually, by the hands of religious zealots. He thinks that if it weren’t for a lot of things, they could’ve worked out, and maybe he wouldn’t have resorted to getting drunk and raping college kids in alleys.

“Leon, I think I’m gonna throw up.” Your voice is low, shaky, rolling down the window and letting the chill hit your warm face.

“I can pull over.” Leon offers, he can’t bother to go through with dry cleaning. Rather it come out on the side of the road than his carpets.

“No, never mind, I’m fine.” You go quiet again, then, “What about the big guy, do you like him?”

“What?” He looks like he’s constipated, the idea of Chris and him is an interesting one that’s never crossed his mind. Sure, he’s objectively attractive, but he’s so hardheaded it pisses Leon off. “No, well, yeah, I like him ‘cause he’s my friend.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m asking.” You lie, and he knows you’re lying, because you’re you, and he knows you. Predictable little thing. “Okay, so, what about the girl you were talking to at the beginning when we came in. Ponytail, red jacket.”

“God, no, Claire’s just my friend.”

“Yeah, I know, Leon. I’m asking if, like, you like her. As a friend. I just want to know more about you.” Liar, he indulges you anyway. He owes you one, and maybe money for hospital bills.

“She’s my best friend,” Leon claims, she might not think of him that way, but Leon certainly thinks of Claire that way. “Of course I like her, I love her.”

“Then who was the lady with glasses? The tall one?” You peer at him hesitantly, the dark obscures much of your face from him, but he sees your wide eyes.

“Hunnigan? Yeah, she’s hot, I don’t want her though.” Too brash, his tongue slipped. It’s more that she doesn’t want him. Leon wouldn’t tell you that though. He’s patient for you, lets you ask questions that reek of insecurity before he’s pulling up on his drive.

“I don’t want to take them off,” You’re quick to stop his wandering hands, eyes going foggy and faraway when he tries to get you out of your underwear, “Please, Leon.” There’s blood smeared on the backs of your thighs that Leon pretends not to notice.

And because he’s so kind, and reeling with guilt from the whole public bathroom sodomy situation, Leon abides. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, I’ll just get you off.” You insist, squeezing his half-hearted boner, thumbing the tip, cupping his balls, all the stuff he’s taught you to do. He might not get it up, ‘cause he’s had a drink, and ‘cause he’s still spent from earlier. Rape is no joke, shit takes a lot of effort, fucking a dry hole is not as pleasing as bootcamp made it seem.

Your mouth is warm on his cock, you lick along the vein on his underside, kiss the tip sweetly like you love him - it’s not like ‘cause you do love him. The head rests weighty on your tongue, you take half of him easily. You’re not the best at sucking dick, so he doesn’t expect much from you, expectations already reduced to zero, but Leon tilts his head back with a groan when you begin to bob your head. Look at that, you’ve gotten better.

Really, he should’ve known, seen all the signs. The tell-tale bulge in your throat, something foreign, not his dick ‘cause shits not the big. You felt sick in the car, he’d seen you gag over the toilet bowl after he came inside you. Leon’s reflexes are good, but not good enough. When you finally make it to the balls, eyes wet with unshed tears as he pushes your limits, nose in his crotch— you go to raise your head, he makes the mistake of pushing you back down. Biggest mistake of his life. And Leon has made a lot of mistakes.

He’s had monster after monster spew their god knows what on him. Been knee-deep in sewers, he’s been pissed on by military men for fuck’s sake. Somehow, this tops it off. You sicking up hors d'oeuvres on his lap. Vomit on his dick is the worst feeling Leon’s felt in quite a while. He’d rather break his ribs again and again and again and again. Over and over. Have them caved in by a metal pipe.

You lurch backwards, vomit caked around your mouth, coating his cock, dripping down your chin. God, he might add to the mess, but Leon’s got a strong enough stomach to hold it. Happy New Year! God Bless America. Isn’t this just the dream?

“Oh my god,” You gasp, wipe at your mouth drearily with your bare arm, breathing picking up as you stagger away from him, “God, no, no, no.”

He blinks at you, and you stare at him shell-shocked. Leon inhales, counts to ten, he's been through worse. He has. Honest. What’s a little puke on his cock going to do?

“I’m sorry, Leon, I’m so sorry, oh my gosh, Leon, I’m so sorry, what do I do?” You fumble and use his blanket to wipe him clean, doing a shit job as he anticipated. “I can do it, I can do it, I can get you off, I’m sorry, please, let me make it up to you, Leon.” Then you’re clocking in for your shift, sloppy and hurried all at once as you suck him off, only for a moment- then a wave of nausea hits and a second bout of puke is spewed on his lap, waterlogging his sheets as it trickles down his thighs. Fuck, it’s fucking gross. Made the place into a biohazard.

“Hey, c’mon—“

“No, no, Leon,” You retch, spit bubbling in the back of your throat as you shake your head in wild refusal, “I can do it, please, please,” He feels you swallow around him, tight little throat that’s only got space for vomit and not his cock, ‘cause it’s pushed out of your mouth as you gag and drip liquified party food. Your head pops back up, dabbing at the stickiness that covers the bottom half of your face to no avail.

“Kid.” Leon grabs you by your hair, straightens you up so you’re facing him, drool pooling in your mouth, tongue heavy as you’re racked with full body shivers to warn you of more. This time you make it to the bathroom, courtesy of Leon, there’s vomit tracked down his hall, on the rug Sherry bought him to brighten up his boring bedroom. “Let it all out,” He’s trying his best to be comforting, rubbing your back as your head hangs limp in the toilet bowl till there’s nothing but bile and spit.

Leon lets you shower first, ‘cause y’know, he loves sitting around soaked in barf. Really lets it marinate. He watches your figure through the foggy glass, barely able to keep yourself up, leaning against the wall when you have to wash anything from the waist below. God, he fucked you up. Maybe the vomit bath is more than deserved. He feels it crust over on his dick and itches.

“Are you okay now?” Leon mumbles, his body takes on your curled up shape, knows you could use the comfort.

The mattress in his room has been stripped bare, sheets put on a double spin in the washing machine. For now, the two of you lay close in the guest room that’s been unused since he moved in. “I’m okay.” You whisper, placing your hand over his when he wraps his arm around you. He thinks you’ve fallen asleep going by how still you are. “Leon?”

He wonders if it’s worth pretending to be asleep, can’t lie that he forgives you for that, then any ounce of initial hostility ebbs away and he feels white, hot guilt. “Yeah?”

“Before I met you, I would think of all this stupid shit, like I wanted to get ran over so people would care about me, or they’d feel bad for me, and then I stopped thinkin’ like that when we started dating.” You’re not dating him. Leon’s unsure on how to make that explicitly clear. “But, then, I started thinking like that again. ‘Cause I thought I wanted you to rape me ‘cause I thought you liked me, I wouldn’t mind if you liked me, I would let you do anything to me. I thought that you’d feel bad and take care of me after but you don’t, you just act like it didn’t happen.”

Leon closes his eyes, lashes fluttering on the skin of your back, the light tickle is slight enough as to not alarm you. He listens to you, but he doesn’t know what to think, what to say, it’s a lot.

“I only want you to rape me if you like me, but you hate me.” And that’s so far from the truth, Leon doesn’t hate you, and he doesn’t love you, but he does want you. For reasons he can’t explain himself. “I just, I don’t want you to rape me ‘cause you hate me, I want you to hold my hand after and sometimes I want you to kiss me.”

“So if I start liking you, I can do it?” Grown fucking man and he can’t say rape out loud. Leon wonders why it comes so naturally to you, how you can talk so openly about topics he can’t stomach despite being the perpetrator of said topic.

“Yeah, I just want you to like me, Leon.” You don’t beg, it’s pleading, thumb stroking over his knuckles.

“I’ll try.” Leon gives his oath, he’s a bad person he thinks. Not ‘cause of his mom, not ‘cause of dad, not ‘cause of all the shit back in Raccoon City, not ‘cause of bootcamp— none of it. It’s ’cause he feels like it, and he does it to you on purpose, and Leon knows that, but he can’t fix it. “I’ll try.” He repeats to himself, knowing very well his attempt will fall flat.

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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forget what you’ve been told (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this is all because @struggling-with-delia asked me to write Cowboy!Bob. i rewrote and took out an entire original part of storm warning to fit this in. this is entirely her fault and you should blame her. this isn’t my favorite chapter but this is the bridge between here and the next part and especially the final part.

summary: In revealing his Southern upbringing, Bob gets a chance to see Jake’s sister for who she truly is.

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | storm warning masterlist | dry lightin’ cracks across the sky (those storm clouds gather in her eyes) | what if you let them all in on the lie?

folks who wanted to be tagged: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @shanimallina87 @abaker74

warnings: swearing, implied/references child abuse, death of a parent, please someone appreciate my research that went into this

word count: 2,071

You walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you appear in the living room. You pause, taking in the sight of the different pilots strewn about the space, noticeably missing Bob. Your eyes pass over Bradley’s body, who’s quick to look away from you. Your sight then moves to your brother, who makes to stand up. Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and out the front door, despite the fact that you’re barefoot and still in your pajamas.

You make the trek around the house and towards the stables, seeing Lucas unsaddle his horse, Poppy. There’s another figure following behind him with Dahlia that you can’t quite make out. “Sup Cowgirl.” He calls, locking the door to Poppy’s stall. “Why’re you still in your pajamas?”

You groan, moving to tie your hair up. “Jake’s downstairs and it’s just... too early.”

The second figure, who you realize now is Bob, chuckles at your comment. Lucas nods. “They all still in the house?” You nod in confirmation. “Alright, think I’m gonna head inside. You good out here Bob?” The man gives him a thumbs up.

“Thanks for letting me ride.”

Lucas shakes his head. “No trouble at all, was a pleasure to ride with you. I’ll see y’all inside.” Both you and Bob wave a hand as he departs, disappearing as he walks towards the house. Bob begins to move towards Dahlia’s stall as you follow.

“What are you doing out here?”

Bob shrugs. “Wanted to ride. Maybe it’s silly but I find it calming.”

You shake your head. “Not silly at all, I’m the same way.” Bob hands you Dahlia’s bridle to hang up. “Gotta give you credit where credit is due, Dahlia doesn’t let just anyone ride her and I think she’d prefer just Jake.” Bob nods.

“Yeah, I could see that.”

“Say, you’ve never told me where you were from.” You comment as Bob begins the process of taking Dahlia’s saddle off. He hands it to you and you move to put it away. “You’ve seemed to settle into country life fairly well, 'specially if you’re riding Dahlia.”

“Tennessee. Grew up on a pretty similar ranch. I rode and raced as a kid.”

You turn to look at him. “You mean- you mean to tell me you rode this whole time? And you let Jake and I make you wear a helmet?”

He laughs, offering you a wide smile. “Most of this group don’t know where I’m from or that I used to ride. Plus you were so passionate about it.”

You roll your eyes. “Just trying not to get sued.” You say as you move to set Dahlia’s saddle in it’s home. “My college freshman roommate was from Tennessee.” You say, sitting on a haystack as Bob picks up a brush for Dahlia’s mane.

“Oh yeah? Where from?”

“Maryville. You?”

“I’m like right between Lexington and Hurricane Mills. There wasn’t much around us for miles and miles and both towns are tiny as it is, so you probably don’t know where it is or heard of it.”

“Oh, yeah no I’ve been out to Hurricane Mills. I spent spring break in Maryville with her and I dragged her out there, four hour drive and everything, just cause I wanted to see Loretta Lynn’s ranch.”

He chuckles. “That’ll do it. Where’d you go to college?”

“University of Texas at Austin.” You respond, leaning against the wall of the stall.

He gives a double-take, turning around to look at you. “Yeah? Don’t they have like a 40% acceptance rate or something?”

“32.”

His eyes widen. “Holy shit. So you’ve secretly got a brain.”

You laugh. “Yeah, well I pass as a redneck cowgirl, but I’d like to think I’m a little more intelligent than I initially let on.”

“Same can’t be said for Rooster.” He mutters, most likely to himself, which causes you to raise an eyebrow but say nothing further. “Why UT?”

You shrug, cheeks going red. “Well, my Dad didn’t want me going off to college. Wanted me to stay here, work on the ranch. So, I was on my own financially. UT, well, they, were in-state and they uh, they gave me a full ride. Part of the Forty Acres Scholars Program. It was an offer I couldn’t say no to.”

He stares at you for a moment. “Full-ride dude... What’s the Forty Acres program?”

“It’s a merit-based program that offers a lot of academic and leadership opportunities within a small cohort.”

He lets out a low whistle. “Something tells me they don’t just accept everyone.” You shake your head.

“Nope, but I don’t exactly use it for much. Graduated summa cum laude and then came right back here. Haven’t used the alumni network either and I doubt they’re thrilled they spent the money for me to do nothing.”

He sighs, tossing the brush to it’s container just outside the stall door. “Not nothing if you graduated. And hey, for what it’s worth, you’re a lot smarter than you’re giving yourself credit for. Don’t see Hangman doing what you did.”

You shrug. “Maybe. Did you go to school or go straight into the Navy?”

He looks back at you. “You’re just stalling from going back inside, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks warm again. “No, I genuinely want to get to know you.” He raises an eyebrow. “And yeah, okay there’s a little bit of that, but I’d still be out here whether you were out here or not. I was serious when I said I’m not dealing with Jake this early in the morning.”

He chuckles again, leaning up against the opposite wall from you. “Alright, so what’s really going on between you and Hangman?”

You sigh. “He... I don’t know, he left for the Navy right after my freshman year in high school and never came back. Destroyed my family, left me here all alone.” You clear your throat, feeling the emotions crawling up it once again. “Can we not talk about him?”

He nods. “”Course. Nah, I didn’t go to the Naval Academy like him, just straight into the Navy when I was 18.”

“Wait, did he go to the Naval Academy? I thought he just went straight in.” Bob shakes his head slowly. “Damn, guess this is what happens when people just take off.” You mutter.

“He didn’t... tell you?”

“My brother? Inform me of these things? Hell no.”

Some clicks on Bob’s face. “I knew he was your brother.”

You pause, looking at him in confusion. “Did... did you think otherwise?”

Bob shrugs. “Was pretty sure you were his sister but most of the team is convinced he’s your ex, Rooster included.”

You make a face, shaking your head. “That’s gross, no.”

Bob winces. “Sorry, I know you said you didn’t want to talk about him.”

You wave a hand. “’S okay. Bradley thinks this too? This why he’s mad at me?”

Bob nods his head. “Yeah. Overheard whatever argument you were having with Hangman and drew his own conclusions.”

You groan, reaching to rub a hand over his face. “God, he’s so stupid.” You mumble. “Sorry that’s-”

“Nope, you’re not exactly wrong.” Bob says, waving you off. You laugh, feeling some of the tension bleed from your shoulders.

Maybe this thing with him was still fixable.

“How is someone like you friends with my brother? I don’t see it, you and Phoenix are too good of people to be friends with him.”

Bob looks down to his engagement ring, sliding it up and down his finger. “We weren’t always close like this with him. Me and Phe have had our issues with him and if you could go back two years and see him and Rooster-”

“Let me guess, all-knowing Jake Seresin pushed a little too much, his ego too big for everyone else in the room?”

Bob laughs, nodding. “Something like that. When we all got brought together as a team initially, uh... well how much has Rooster told you ‘bout his Dad?”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about him a bit. Was a pilot for the Navy, died when he was young.”

Bob nods. “Yeah, well, when we got brought together Rooster and Hangman got into it one day after training, during the debrief. Hangman brought up his Dad and our instructor, how they used to fly together, kind of insinuated Maverick was responsible for his Dad dying.”

“God, my brother’s a fucking asshole.” You mutter.

Bob shrugs. “Yeah, well, then Hangman saved Rooster and Maverick’s life. Hangman did end up apologizing after we all got home and well, it wasn’t overnight but the two of them started to figure things out. Slowly became friends. Look at where they are now.”

You study Bob carefully. “Why you telling me this Bob?”

“Just... if Rooster can forgive Hangman, well... then maybe so can you.”

“Like you said though, they didn’t happen overnight.”

“Fair, but... why are you really mad at your brother?”

“For leaving.” You say, as if it’s the most simple thing in the world.

He bites his lip. “You sure? Just cause from the sounds of it, y’alls Dad wasn’t all that great.”

“C’mon Bob, you grew up in the South. You know you don’t turn your back on your family. And Jake, he got out. He got a choice of what he wanted to do with his life. But I didn’t get that. I got stuck here, carrying everything. And yeah, our Dad was a horrible piece of shit and I’m glad he’s dead, cruel as that might make me sound. But Jake, he left and never came back. He wasn’t here when Mom got sick, not when I graduated high school or college, and certainly not in any moment since.”

“So you’ve resented him all these years for getting everything you’ve ever wanted and never been able to have?”

You groan, standing up from the hay stack you’re sitting on and moving out of the stall. “It’s more than that Bob. He- My mom, the thing that held this family together, the best person I’ve ever known, was sick. She died. And he still couldn’t find it in his heart to come home. I remember the morning he left. Watched him do it. Mom cried for days when he did.” You find yourself beginning to pace, remembering that day.

Your brother’s room had always been next to yours, and even after years, the creaky spot outside your door still woke you up when he moved. There’d been no light in the room, early morning, and you pushed your covers off, sleepily opening the door open as you watched your brother walk down the stairs with nothing more than a duffel bag. Frowning, you quietly followed him, watching him slip out the front door. Slipping out the front door after him, careful to not let the squeaky porch door close, you watch him walk down the dirt driveway, getting in his truck, and driving away.

He never came back.

Your Mom had cried for three days after finding Jake’s room all tidied up like she always asked him to do, nothing more than a brief hand-written note explaining that he needed to leave, left on his pillowcase. Your Dad had taken down every picture in the house of him in it (save for the one under your bed), scorning your brother for turning his back on the Seresin name. You still don’t know what happened to those photos. Where they were now.

“As far as I’m concerned, my brother is nothing more than a self-serving, arrogant ass who-” You turn, finding yourself face to face with Bradley and Phoenix. You sigh, shoulders dropping.

“Hi Cowgirl.” He says softly, offering you a goofy smile as he puts his hands into his pockets.

“You have an eavesdropping problem.” You say, crossing your arms.

Bob closes Dahlia’s stall door, locking it. He walks over, taking Phoenix’s hand. “We’re gonna go back inside. We’ll see the two of you in there, yeah?”

“Remember what I said Bradshaw! Don’t want to see you again till you’ve groveled!” Phoenix shouts over her shoulder as her and Bob turn towards the house. He sighs, looking up at the ceiling of the stables.

“Can’t believe I’m a grown adult being lectured by my friends.”

“Kind of think you deserve it.”

He sighs again. “We should talk.”

You nod, uncrossing your arms. “Yeah, let’s talk.”

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fics #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw fics #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics #storm warning

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missparker · 4 months

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20 questions for fic writers:

thanks for the tag, @idoltina!!

how many works do you have on ao3? 127

what's your total ao3 word count? 2,230,172. that feels like a lot. i’m like 26 years into this gig.

what fandoms do you write for? the closer/major crimes, stargate sg1, and star trek: voyager are kind of the big three, but i dabble around.

what are your top five fics by kudos? all i know is we said hello and your eyes looked like coming home - 1523 kudos where i’m going now, i don’t know - 1086 kudos the rise, fall, and rebirth of hermione granger - 1048 kudos the devil’s right there in the details - 1028 kudos here comes the rush before we touch - 940 kudos

do you respond to comments? why or why not? for a long time i wasn’t very good at it because the idea of that kind of interaction made me a little anxious, but once we made the leap to ao3, i feel like the mechanism for giving and receiving comments was overall better and now i at least try to respond to the majority. sometimes if someone is reading something and comments on every chapter, i’ll just respond to their final comment, but most likely if you leave me a comment i will (eventually) reply back.

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I would say either Sometimes So Sweet, Sometimes So Lonely which is the last part of the Beauty and Nothing More series which was… controversial. Well. I think people didn’t like it, but respected it, if that makes sense. OR Eighteen Again which is old and I think if I rewrote, I could do it better but I never will. Oh actually I’m wrong, it’s Deep City Lights. For sure, for sure.

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? MAYBE These Hearts Adore? PERHAPS something else but mostly all you get is happy endings, I think.

do you get hate on fics? no. which is so nice. thanks guys.

do you write smut? if so, what kind? the gay kind mostly! i didn’t always but i do now, so you’ll find it in my more recent stuff.

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written? I wrote a Sanctuary story that takes place in the Buffy universe, kind of. An alternate universe. (Just a Whisper in the Dark.) I wrote a Voyager story that kind of waded into TNG a little. (And Beneath That, A Rebel Heart.) I think those are as close as I ever got.

have you ever had a fic stolen? i don’t think so? i’ve had lines lifted. you know where i’ve been going along reading a fic of someone who maybe isn’t a mutual but is in the circle and it starts feeling real familiar, but not the whole thing, to my knowledge.

have you ever had a fic translated? yes, definitely. some people ask, some don’t.

have you ever co-written a fic before? yes, This Body’s Yours and This Body’s Mine was a co-write as was Hot as a Fever, Rattle of Bones.

what's your all-time favorite ship? i mean, i’ve obvi kind of made brenda/sharon my life’s work or whatever, but for straight ships, gotta go janeway/paris.

what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have a sequel to Gone that i have 10k words written and i just got into a corner and never worked my way out, but sometimes perhaps. sure, it’s been sitting in my WIP folder since 2012 but YOU NEVER KNOW.

what are your writing strengths? characterization, and uh… vibes? pacing?

what are your writing weaknesses? i never plot ahead. what’s going to happen next? you know as much as i do.

first fandom you wrote for? x-files, in a three ring binder, in my childhood bedroom

favourite fic you've ever written? how dare you! probably giving up on greener grasses.

ok tagging @grissomesque, @nandamai, @ylizam, @kyrafic, and @thiswillonlyhurtalittle

#fic life

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kaikamahine · 9 months

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@quensty did this meme and is v. v. good at making all her memes v. compelling, so I came onto Tumblr dot com and entered Text into the Text box like a person who does Posts on Tumblr.

Put your spotify ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs. I use spotify only under extreme duress, so you’re getting my all-purpose phone music library, bc i'm a caveman who still youtube-to-mp3s all her songs one-by-one.

🎙unholy (ft. kim petras) by sam smith. still waiting for someone to cover this song with the pronouns changed. i just think it’d be a more interesting song if it was daddy left at home with the kids while mommy got up to morally dubious alchemical shenanigans with kim petras in the body shop. the beat fucks too hard to be wasted on some man.

🎙watch me by the pom poms. there was a long stretch of 2022 when my phone playlist was nothing but jinx song after jinx song. a few have become True Loves with rent free residence. see also: headshot and she’s got a gun.

🎙vacation by vitamin c. maybe u just need to listen to vitamin c’s vacation from the critically acclaimed movie pokemon (the first movie) (1999) and then you’ll calm down.

🎙freaks (ft. savage) by timmy trumpet. complete and unironic banger. no i will not elaborate. yes you’ve heard it before.

🎙mafia by kelis. jilco rewrote my brain chemistry and now i’m a cooler, sexier person, that’s all ✌️

🎙undergang by heldom & danheim. while stuck doing warehousing a few years ago, i got SUPER into the shamanic proto-viking category on spotify, a love affair that came to a screeching halt when spotify’s next trick was to pull a neo-nazi podcast out of its algorithmical hat, but not before i got some good beats to take home like a boyfriend hoodie. yikes.

🎙run boy run by woodkid. yo! still!! fucking!!! slaps!!!!

🎙reload by m.i.a. not a break-up song but it’s a break-up song to ME, you feel. you got some nerve / talking shit about me! / well that’s okay / your shit’s tired anyway 👋

🎙what a man gotta do by the jonas brothers. what? sometimes a lesbian yearns. mind ur business.

🎙the blue whale by steven price. the single best piece of auditory artwork ever composed, and i do say this having listened to hans zimmer’s ‘coward.’ steven price did not have to put his whole ass prussy into a 2015 bbc nature documentary about predation tactics in wildlife, but he did it for me specifically, knowing i would listen to it and be transported five inches to the left of my body every time. wild.

You’re supposed to tag people, etc, etc, but those of you who like doing these memes know who you are and should consider yourselves tagged! go forth!! 💚💚

#look ma i did a post!#don't remember any of my tags tho so we just hurtle this into the void like men i guess

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seanfalco · 2 years

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Hello, dear best writer I know XD could I possibly request 19 and 26 (smut of course) for Nathan? (welcome back)

d'awww! you certainly can <3 hope you enjoy bb!

Can't Hardly Wait

prompt(s): "Were you masturbating?" + "How funny do you think teasing is now?" word count: 945 warnings/tags: mention of masturbation, some light snogging a/n: I rewrote the ending to this one like three different times until I found the right blend of funny, sweet, and sexy :3

Letting out a sigh, you flopped back atop your bed and checked your phone. The last text you’d received from Nathan had been several hours ago when he’d boarded the plane home. It seemed he hadn’t landed yet.

Of course you’d been invited on the trip as well, and as much as you’d liked to have gone, your request for time off had been denied, leaving Nathan to holiday alone with his father.

“Actually, y’know what, I’ve changed my mind! I’m stayin’ here!”

“You’d really rather sit around here while I’m away at work than spend a week in Spain with your dad?”

“Yes! The company is infinitely better.”

In the end, you’d managed to talk him into it, persuading him to give Mike a chance. After all, he actually seemed to be trying to make up for the past and forging a relationship with Nathan. Besides, if he was gunna pay for the trip, why pass that up?

The only problem was, you didn’t realize how much you were gunna miss him. Sure, he’d kept in contact, texting and calling you every night, but it wasn’t the same as him being there. Falling asleep without him next to you had nearly proved impossible and thought you’d tried sexting, getting off on your own just wasn’t as fun, and to top it off, you were horny again and you didn’t know if you could wait for him to get home.

“Aw fuck it,” you muttered, pulling your pants off and slipping your hand under your knickers. At least you could read back through the sexy stuff Nathan had sent you the other night.

Lost in your building pleasure, you didn’t hear the door to your flat open and shut, or Nathan’s footsteps as he crept toward the bedroom.

“Honey, I’m home!” he called, flinging the bedroom door open, and you instinctively scrambled to yank your hand free and cover yourself with the blanket. “Well, hello there. Were you masturbatin’?” Nathan exclaimed with a laugh, his face lighting up gleefully at the way yours warmed with embarrassment.

“No!” you exclaimed stubbornly, but it was obvious Nathan already knew.

“I can’t believe you got started without me,” he cried, clapping his hand over his heart and feigning offense. “Please at least tell me you were thinkin’ about me,” he teased, crawling atop the bed toward you.

“Was I?” you replied, pretending to think, “I can’t seem to remember.”

Nathan gasped. “And here I thought you missed me! I suppose you encouraged me t’go on this trip just t’get rid of me,” he accused, playing along, raising his thick brows as he plucked at your shirt.

“Oh shit, you’re onto me,” you laughed, gasping for breath as Nathan began to tickle you, his sly fingers ferreting out all your most ticklish places. “I give, I give!” you cried, tears of mirth pricking your eyes as you fought to escape him and finally he relented, settling atop you.

“I didn’t know how soon you were getting home. You were s’posed t’let me know when you landed,” you chastised as soon as you had control over your voice again, your laughter fading.

“I know, my phone died,” Nathan replied with a shrug. “Thought I could surprise you, but th’surprise was on me. Found yeh gettin’ started without me!” he cried, shaking his head ruefully.

“At least it wasn’t with anyone else,” you joked, quickly fending off a second attack.

“You little tart!” he gasped, though his indignant expression was spoiled by the grin that tugged at his lips. “And here I was gunna shag your brains out, like th’good boyfriend I am! But if y’wanna just flick the ol’ bean yourself, I can go knock one out in the bathroom–”

“No!” you exclaimed, clutching at his shirt as he moved to pull away and Nathan’s grin broadened, your desperation going straight to his head.

“How funny d’yeh think teasin’ is now?” he taunted, his voice turning decidedly husky, sending a shiver through you.

With an indignant huff, your lips turned down into a pout. “I missed you,” you mumbled, your eyes flicking up to his and his expression softened.

“Y’missed me, did yeh?” he murmured, crawling back over you, his arms resting on either side of your head, boxing you in.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Y’missed the beast, huh?” he continued, rutting his hips teasingly against your clothed cunt.

With a whimper, you nodded again, sliding your hands under his loose t-shirt and up his back.

“Coincidentally, I missed your pretty fanny too,” he breathed, pausing to kiss along your jaw and down your neck while he fumbled to unsnap your bra. “In all seriousness though,” Nathan murmured when he pulled back, his expression surprisingly tender as his gaze roamed your face, “I don’t really fancy th’idea of takin’ any more trips without you.”

For a moment, affection flooded you and you took his face between your hands as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, echoing the sentiment. However, as you pulled back, an impish grin twisted your lips and mischief danced in your eyes once more.

“You just don’t wanna be left alone with your dad again,” you teased, and Nathan gaped at you, an amused snort ripping from him.

“And here I was tryin’ t’be sweet!” he cried. “See how cruel you are t’me!?”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Now will you shut up and c’mere, and let me show you how much I missed you?” you purred, giving him a suggestive look.

“Yes ma’am,” Nathan yelped before you silenced him with a fervent kiss.

#misfits #misfits e4 #nathan young #nathan young x reader #misfits fanfic #nathan young imagines #robert sheehan character fic #joz.fic #prompt request

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When Worlds Collide

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Chapter 1 of my series Glimmer in the Eye of the Curious

PAIRING; c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY; the introduction

WARNINGS/TAGS; graphic description of injury/violence

A/N; ahhhhhh first chapter!!! just wanted to get this out so people can get a feel for what this will be about :))) also if this sounds familiar its bc i rewrote one of my oneshots (christmas - sbi) bc i’m lazy so that’s why lol

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In your opinion, running had never been a fun task. Whether it was in a race, or from a pursuer, it was never something you seemed to be able to enjoy. The ache of your legs, the burning of your lungs, the pounding of your heart almost as if begging to burst right out of your ribcage -- I mean, who could blame you?

But to you, running was especially invigorating when it was away from mobs. It always terrified you that they were out for your blood, and didn’t help when you had the occasional arrow whiz past your ear, 9/10 times barely nicking the skin and nothing more. At this point, you were surprised you still had ears from all the times you had encountered skeletons.

You understand that the whole point of being an isolationist was to stray from politics and remain as neutral as one can be and that with isolationism came living alone with no possible human contact, but the lack of life you had encountered was outstanding. You knew living in the middle of nowhere was a risk, but you hadn’t quite fully grasped just how far out you resided.

You just wanted to take an innocent stroll outdoors – it had been a nice, sunny day and you hadn’t gone outside in a while due to the recent poor weather – who could blame you? Turns out you had brought the wrong map, and since you didn’t know the area well, it was only a matter of time before you ended up lost. But, you persisted, determined to find your way home – and even after losing track of the time, even with what little weaponry you had and the sun sitting idly on the horizon, ready to turn in for the night.

You had been running for what felt like days, but in reality, would’ve only been a mere few hours, perhaps not even that. You didn’t allow yourself to stop, knowing that if you did you would be well and truly dead in a multitude of seconds. Considering you seemed to have journeyed right into mob-central, you couldn’t see a future where you did stop and made it out alive.

It also didn’t help that your ankle was gradually bleeding out from a creeper blast you gained less than an hour into your journey. With that same explosion, you’re pretty sure that your hearing got screwed up in one of your ears, which wasn’t exactly a part of your ideal scenario. Pure adrenaline was coursing through your veins, which helped you ignore the impending pain.

Your breathing was short, heavy and ragged – easily suffocated by your mask. Your intake of air was limited, not helping the need for immediate oxygen into your panting lungs. The mask covered your nose and mouth, making your face uncomfortably warm and undoubtedly red, cheeks more than flushed.

If you could of, you would have ditched it the second you realised you would be running the long game, but the damn clasp had been broken for so long now that it had just become the new norm. You needed to be stationary and concentrating to be able to get it off on a good day – so despite it ineffectively slowing you down, it would have to stay on for now.

Many – way too many – mobs were still hot on your tail, and it didn’t help that you were running right into a snowy forest. The trees seemed to cop most of the snowfall, but the foliage didn’t collect all of the white powder that managed to pile up to your shins, soaking your already ripped, singed and ruined pants.

You ducked as another arrow flew over your head, aimed straight for the back of your skull. You shuddered at the thought of it piercing through your bones, but kept up your unsteady pace. Weaving in and out of the trees proved much harder in the snow, but you were determined to not die in the middle of nowhere with no one to find you.

You are going to die here! and no one alive knows of your existence! Ha! How’s that for karma? Winding up dead against a tree with your flesh splayed across the ground in front of you. Being left to freeze and rot and be eaten by wild animals and--

You swallowed as that train of thought crashed and died, and almost as if right on cue, light flooded into your vision. Not just any light, no, but that of a torch; a beautiful sign of life. Human life. And you knew that human life could equal help.

Or death.

You felt your adrenaline peak, using what strength you had left to get to the light. It didn’t take long to be surrounded by trees lit by small torches, but you didn’t stop there. They seemed to be lighting a path, one that you didn’t hesitate to follow. Within mere paces, the sounds of your chasers dispersing met your ears, clearly not appealed at your sudden escape.

As the groans of displeasure quietened around you, you noticed yourself slowing down. You willed yourself forward, hyperaware of the fact that if you stopped here, you would more than likely die of hypothermia in the soft snowstorm. Ironic after the whole hours-long cat and mouse that the monsters wouldn’t even be the ones to deal the final killing blow.

The snow was much thinner on the man-made path, which made it so much easier to run through. You were more than grateful for whomever it was that carved the way, hoping to the gods above that they would be showered in their greatest desires. It sounded a bit extreme, but your emotions were working overtime, so who cared for an extra bit of gratitude?

You became aware of the torches thinning out ahead of you but soon realised that was because the forest ended here. Not long after, you were in the middle of a clearing, the moon now being your only source of light and direction. That is, apart from the glowing windows of the house not too far off in the distance.

You were more than ecstatic at the face of civilisation. Mustering what dwindling energy you had left, you trudged through the snow and to the cottage. The outside had a few lanterns at the base of the stairs leading to the patio, but the main source of illumination was from what appeared to be the kitchen window. You couldn’t see anyone behind them, but as you steadily approached, you could make out a faint voice echoing around the house.

Your ankle was starting to ache, the adrenaline wearing off, agony deciding to take its place.

You had made it halfway from where the forest line had broken and where the building was placed when you sensed that you weren’t alone any longer. And by sensed, you meant the fact that an arrow was sent flying mere millimetres past your arm, slicing your shirt but nothing deeper. You had gotten lucky for now, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did in your case.

Just make it to the house, you thought.

Turning back for just a second, you got a glimpse of who was attempting to take your head; two skeletons and a creeper.

With the throbbing of your foot, you were now much slower than before. There wasn’t much you could do but turn and fight. Although, that wasn’t the smartest option either, considering you didn’t have a shield and the only weapon you had on hand was a mangled iron sword. It would have to do.

Taking a few quick deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm your pounding heart rate, you turned to face the oncoming threats. The first arrow was easy enough to dodge, the second being the same. The third, however, is not so much. The tip managed to skim itself along the inside of your thigh, and it went in mildly deep. An involuntary grunt escaped your lips, loud enough to gain some attention.

With a new bloody hole in your pants, you swung your sword at the closest skeleton, slightly proud of yourself as you watched it turn to dust at your feet. But your victory was short-lived, the all too familiar hiss of a creeper way too close for comfort. Before you had time to register what was happening, you were being thrown away from your position, landing hard on your back.

Hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs, leaving you spluttering and gasping. Hard enough to easily give you a concussion. Hard enough for something in your shoulder to crack, most likely a broken bone. Hard enough to somehow make you cough up blood, something you should be much more concerned about.

But you weren’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, the pain and agony being too fresh to be able to focus on anything else. A harsh wave of anguish washed over you from head to toe, sending unpleasant shivers over your whole body.

You couldn’t move, either. With the blood dripping from the slice along your thigh, your mangled ankle, heaving chest, pounding headache, what feels like a broken shoulder, and the cold snow pulling you under, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get up and keep going.

At least this wouldn’t be the worst way to die. The snow falling from the sky blended in nicely with the stars, a wonderful blur of white painted across the inky night sky like a Monet portrait. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you let yourself close your eyes.

If only for a split second in real time, everything felt slow and sluggish in your head. You could’ve sworn you heard the beautiful sound of the last skeleton meeting its end, but it was most likely just a hallucination. Yet you forced your eyes to snap open again at the crunch of snow underneath the shoes of the person approaching you carefully.

The feeling of cold metal(?) against your throat was enough to keep you living for a little while longer. The tall figure above you blocked the moon and stars from your view, effectively masking themselves in the dark.

“I come in peace,” you mutter, your voice hoarse and unused, muffled by your mask. You weren’t even sure if they had heard you. “Please.” Your whole body was in agony, and you just wanted everything to be over. You were miserable.

If they walked away, you would be dead in under an hour. He couldn’t leave you here, it’d be on his conscience for months, possibly years. And also for the fact that you would most definitely die if he left. Totally not just because of the whole conscience thing.

The blade is taken from your neck, a small breath releasing from your chest you hadn’t realised you had been holding. They had heard you and was beginning to lift you from under the armpits to hoist you up.

“I'll help you,” he murmured softly, “but if you do anythin’ funny, I'll snap your neck an’ toss you out into the snow to freeze, got it?”

Crying out in the burst of pain pulsating through your shoulder at the sudden movement, you make an effort to nod so they know you understand. Your conscience was now ever-wavering, unforgivingly teetering between life and death like an unbalanced acrobat on a wobbly tight rope.

After blacking out for a little, the next thing you remember was calloused hands laying you down on a pillow next to a raging flame whilst scanning you up and down for any major injuries. To their surprise, they were greeted with many more than they had anticipated (and wanted). Five major injuries were what they counted, with heaps of smaller cuts and bruises. How you were still conscious – hell, still alive was beyond a miracle to them.

The same calloused hands began to work away at the wounds, trying their best to keep the blood in and keep the pain out, which proved to be a very difficult task. You barely managed to keep an exhausted and wary eye on them to make sure there wasn’t any funky business going on when it clicked that you recognised them from somewhere.

It was something to do with the pink hair pulled back into a messy braid that screamed a sense of familiarity to you, along with the white boar-ish mask (skull?) that adorned their face. The way they moved – so effortlessly graceful on their feet, practically prancing around the room you were placed in.

Yet none of that fully tipped you off as to how you knew your rescuer before now. No, what did it for you was how he would quietly mutter something to himself, but would almost try to be so quiet you wouldn’t hear.

“Technoblade?” you mumbled, disbelief pushing you to sit up on the wooden floor you had been lying on. Your mask was still pulled taught across your face, which you now realise had never felt more suffocating. Your heart was beating uncontrollably fast and loud in your ears, the thunderous rush enough to make your head spin.

He froze where he stood in the kitchen, but was quick to turn his front to you so he could protect himself if needed. His posture stiffens as he placed a hand on his sheathed sword, his face stony and eyes void of emotion behind his disguise.

“You know me?” he all but growls, a hard, unblinking gaze drilling holes into your head.

His tone was more than enough confirmation for you, along with the fact that he quite literally admitted to being your old pal. Well, more so didn’t not say it wasn’t him. You didn’t know how or even if you were able to process this new piece of information right now, being too busy trying to fight off the crashing waves of nausea washing over you.

Too afraid to use your voice (along with the added idea of vomiting all over his pristine rug and floors), you nod a quick few times. Even that made you feel even worse than you had before. Clasping your hand over your mask, your body began to give up on you. Your eyelids felt like lead; heavy and droopy, along with the rest of your limbs. Everything started shutting down, the whole night way too much for you too quickly.

Technoblade seems to notice your form failing itself, and sat next to your side in seconds. Unbuckling your mask with surprising ease, he coaxes a regeneration potion down your slack jaw and throat, immediately chasing it with that of a healing potion.

He’s also not overly fond of how his thoughts jump straight to how currently vulnerable you were, and the two different demands being screamed at him now.

#glimmer in the eye of the curious #ameswrites #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade my beloved #angst #injury #chapter one #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp techno #canon #minecraft

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dkniade · 2 years

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How To World Domination [English Translyrics]

Original Japanese lyrics: Neru [original upload]

English translyrics: Dusk

Referenced translation: Oktavia [here]

Content Warning: violent imagery, suicidal thoughts, depression, swearing

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1st Verse

Who’s the one who’s crouching low, too scared to let your sorrows flow?

Strike as hard as you were laughed at — Twice or tenfold

Just you wait. It will be me who will seize our victory

Without arms, let’s hand in hand march on, and let me lead

Should the years spin out of grasp and should the heavens get upturned

Promise me you’ll let go of the price tag you have learned

“Again a poor draft… Should this one be my last?”

Please don’t give up. Don’t throw your life in the trash

1st Pre-Chorus

Shivering at station’s stop once again

Thinking “Should I just make it end?”

I’m at a loss, ‘cause tomorrow I must play the boss

Of my future self without a fail. I cannot tell if I will prevail

1st Chorus

Let the years go by, and cars will fly and that’s how we’d get home

And survive the nights and talk to screens for comfort and to cope

So what? Convenience and ease? Well then, come and convince me

Don’t you know my heart’s still bleeding, voice behind the phone?!

If a missile flies across the sky, and victory’s secured

Then I’d join my hands and pray for joy and beg that I’d be heard

Then I’d know that I must be kind, more kind

Can I say I’ve come to terms with who I am?

2nd Verse

“Why don’t you look for the light within the gift that is your life?”

But the darkness takes and never gives back delights

Be it when I’m by myself or I’m with somebody else

Loneliness will strike back. I’m attacked. Requesting help!

Bridge

“Wanna kill myself.” But they don’t believe me

“Quit your whining! So depressing…” From their words, I bleed

“Such a drama queen.” But I swear that I’m not lying!

I cannot find words in a mind so ill-defined

Thus I will sing of things only I see!

2nd Pre-Chorus

Shimmering, heading into the dark arcade

Thinking “Should I just waste life away?”

Yet at a cost, ‘cause tomorrow might not live at all

If I die today. The last refrain beneath the train has so much to say…

2nd Chorus

“Keep your fucking love. I’m fine unloved,” I say, yet deep inside

I know I’m ashamed and I’m to blame. To myself I have lied

Has something changed, my dear heart? Still wanna die and depart?

God, I hate that you don’t try. You know there’s help tonight!

If a missile flies across the sky, and victory’s secured

If the ashes of a million fly, and that is called a cure

Then I’d know that I must be kind, more kind

Can I say I’ve come to terms with

Who I am? I must change. Be kind, more kind

Before my heart hardens and turns into stone

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“Can I say I’ve come to terms with who I am?”

I wrote translyrics for this first back in 2017, and then rewrote it in 2021. Now, I’m taking a shot at this yet again in 2022, because I remember seeing Oktavia’s interpretation and translation of its lyrics and thinking that it captured the vibe of the song very well. I feel that I’ve understood the song some more. This time, I’ve put in some of my own interpretations, so the lyrics are even more emotional than my previous versions while hopefully still retaining the original themes from Neru’s Japanese lyrics. Taking inspiration from the assonance, consonance, and end rhymes in Oktavia’s English lyrics, particularly her lyrics for “Melancholy of the Literary Boy” (warning: discusses depression), I’ve put more focus on the rhythm and flow of these lyrics as well.

This song talks about a pretty heavy topic, but because of the honesty of it, along with the line “I want to become a kind person” in spite of everything else discussed, it remains as one of my favourite songs by Neru.

Oh yeah, I wanted to talk about my thought process a bit.

In the first verse, “Should the years spin out of grasp and should the heavens get upturned” is foreshadowing the chorus’ lines “Let the years go by, and cars will fly and that’s how we’d get home” and “If a missile flies across the sky, and victory’s secured”. Oktavia’s translation says, “Let’s make a ‘no matter what crazy stuff happens after this’ sort of promise,” so I took the chance to expand on that line and link it to the chorus.

By the way, I really wanted to employ a bunch of rhythms in succession for the last lines of the pre-choruses (and bridge) since the melody cuts it up into sections, so I really liked those lines too. “Of my future self without a fail. I cannot tell if I will prevail”, “I cannot find words in a mind so ill-defined” and “If I die today. The last refrain beneath the train has so much to say…” sound nice when sung quickly.

In the chorus, there’s a line where Oktavia translated to “Honestly, so what? Before you marvel at how convenient all that’s gonna be, / convenience me and heal my emotional scars!” I’ve always loved the original line and Oktavia’s translation brings across the meaning very well, so I pushed it further by writing “So what? Convenience and ease? Well then, come and convince me / Don’t you know my heart’s still bleeding, voice behind the phone?!”. This is just a bit I added into the middle of the choruses, but the idea is that the narrators Tsuji and Azuma (the characters in the MV) are using a suicide hotline at night, hence that line and the second chorus’ “God, I hate that you don’t try. You know there’s help tonight!”

The entire bridge was the first time I’ve realized just how dark this song is. Prior to Oktavia’s translation, I’ve never quite understood the bridge, but her translation brought out the meaning much better, especially for the line “but it was like a dagger to my heart when people said stuff like ‘Seriously? This again?’ towards it”. Thus I ran with the idea of other people’s cruel opinions towards depressed individuals and wrote, “‘Quit your whining! So depressing…’ From their words, I bleed / ‘Such a drama queen.’ But I swear that I’m not lying!”

The starting line of the second chorus took many tries because Oktavia expresses the meaning very well in her translation, however it was a challenge to fit the message through the limited syllable counts along with the internal rhymes. Her translation is “Even if I say ‘To hell with love,’ embracing my misery and feigning a ‘I’ve stopped giving a shit’ sort of air”. Thus, I tried “‘You can’t save me with some love you’ve got,’ I say, yet deep inside” and “‘I’m unsavable, so keep your love,’ I say, yet deep inside”. The problem was that with the fast tempo of the song, the first line might sound like “You CAN save me with some love you’ve got” which defeats the whole purpose of the line. The line that I ended up using came to me during an improvisation and I rushed to scribble it down. “‘Keep your fucking love. I’m fine unloved,’ I say, yet deep inside”. I try to not swear in translyrics when the original doesn’t swear, but the original does swear (in a different part). With the melody of this line, the emphasized note would hit “fine” which emphasizes the sentiment behind the line well…

And lastly, I really wanted to keep the repetition and assonance in the original line (in romaji), “Yasashii hito ni naranakucha / Boku wa boku wo kouteishiteikeru kana”, so that line took some tries. Oktavia’s translation was “Then I guess I really need to become a kind person. I wonder if I’ll ever be proud of who I am…” An early version was “I would have to be kind. I know I must / Can I, would I say I’m proud of who I am?” But in the end, I wrote “Then I’d know that I must be kind, more kind / Can I say I’ve come to terms with who I am?” which has the repetition I wanted so I’m really happy how it turned out.

I believe that’s all. Thank you for reading!

#dusk fan writing #neru #english translyrics #rin kagamine #len kagamine #how to world domination #english lyrics #oktavia #neruke #how to sekai seifuku #ボカロ #鏡音リン #鏡音レン #Kagamine Len #Kagamine rin #Neru家 #translyrics #vocaloid len #vocaloid rin

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chxwrites · 2 years

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Fool in love Pt.1 (prologue?)

Carlos Madrigal x she/them reader with a gift

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none for now

masterlist pt 2

note: rewrote this three times. wasn’t happy with it and i’m still not but have this sort of.. teaser?? prologue?

Tagging: @dos-oroguitas :) enjoy my humble offering and happy chinese new year

Carlos stared confused from his place in the musty alley, unsure what to do as he flicked his pocket knife open and close. He kicked a rock out of frustration, groaning as he muttered colourful words.

“Get yourself together. ¿Que pasa tonto?” He didn’t understand why he was like this right now, palms sweaty and face flushed when he caught your eyes meeting briefly (way too short to his dismay) or even just a glimpse of you.

The town had always been too boring and stuffy for him, he could care less about the townspeople. He never got along well with everyone and was infamous for getting into fights or trouble.

The shopkeepers hated him for constantly pickpocketing food, trinkets or as he called “borrowing without returning” and then disappearing without a trace into the crowds with his gift. He used his gift for himself unlike his twin Camilo whom the town adored. The townspeople often compared them and he was the black sheep of the family. Even Abuela Alma didnt like him. Almost nobody liked being around the boy with a permanent scowl, heterochromatic eyes and hair covering one eye. Even his family got fed up with his antics often.

it was fine to him. he didn’t like or wanted the attention or admiration of the town, his twin could gladly have it all as he didn’t like the town for what they had done to his long gone Tio, Bruno.

But you, this new person in town with a gift had mysteriously caught his eye, grabbing his attention. You were supposed to be just another girl in the town, avoiding him or just passing by without paying a care.

You swept him off his feet as you stayed after one of his fights and tended to him, aware of his reputation and personality. Maybe you just felt guilty or pity for him when he had a bloody nose and several bruises, nothing Tia Julieta couldn’t fix anyways. But he had stayed and let you tend to him, staring entranced at you “like a idiota” he added unhelpfully. He forgot to ask for your name or shrug you off at that moment, time stilling as he looked at you and you only.

You somehow managed to make his knees feel weak, lips curling upwards and his permanent frown gone from his face whenever he sees you. He didn’t believe in love at first sight but here he was, stalking observing you from a distance as you went on with your day.

At first he thought it was the fact that you’re someone new and had a gift that’s got him interested, but slowly he found out he was more interested in your expressions, the way your the way your hair shone, the small things that showed your mood. The way your eye twitched as you were annoyed, the clench of fists or how you curled your hair around a finger as you were deep in thought.

He shook himself out of his thoughts. He was no fool in love, he’d rather be dead than caught tripping over himself over someone. It was almost dinner anyways. He should be heading back. He glanced back at you, ears flushed red, “idiota.. what am i doing” as he quickly went home.

He’ll figure out his.. feelings and thoughts after dinner. or maybe not.

#camilo madrigal #encanto x reader #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal #encanto camilo #encanto x y/n #encanto imagines #camilo fanfic #Chxwrites

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pumpkinpot · 2 years

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A/N: HI! I rewrote these, because I hated them. Now you can expect a part two lol.

Synopsis: These are separate drabbles of Megumi x reader encounters where his dogs come and visit you when he’s getting it on. These are just progression encounters in an strangers to lovers timeline. I intend a part two, but here are the first five in the series.

All of the characters in this are aged up, despite still living on the campus of Jujitsu Tech. (They live in the teachers yard) I never really specify, but the readers job is to research the places sorcerers are to vacate curses from. They then hand the info over to ijich. They are called the Jujutsu Librarians.

One

Your cheeks coat in cold moist streaks. Your half asleep state chalks it up to a window left open, likely a November chill nipping your skin, but then its warm, then cold and wet. Licking.

You snake your hands around your attackers neck, pulling them into a snuggle, soft fur puffing between your fingers. You beg for five more minutes with a promise to give them all your attention at a waking hour, but as your mind begins to slip back into a blissful rest you are presented with two absolutes.

You are not home, and this is not your dog.

With a grog you have to fling yourself from a black dog leans on your side while another white on peaks at you from the foot of your bed frame. You’d ask who they belong to, but the red symbols on their foreheads tag them as Megumi’s.

The black dog weaves through your still packed suitcases hopping to your unoccupied side. You look around wondering why they could be here.

The only times you’d seen the pups was when they were hunting curses and from the look and feel of your surroundings their was none.

White dog pants onto your nose, slathering you in a slobber gooped kiss.

“oof,” you say, rubbing your nose, you voice caught between normal and sandpaper. “thanks for that, um-” you look around the shut window and door. “how did you?”

Behind your studio apartments door three knocks echo through the room pulling your and the dogs attention.

“Come in-”

Megumi peaks over the lip of the door, freshly showered hair dripping onto the rug. “hey,” His eyes find both butts of his dogs wagging at him as he steps inside. “I’m sorry about them. They uh- Tend to wander when not working.”

"it's fine. I don't mind the company,” you say, thinking about the millisecond of peace you felt in the animals familiarity. “My dog hasn’t yet arrived from my home country, so they’re being very comforting."

"right um-" he holds out his hands, the dogs dissipating from reality. He goes to turn before pausing in the doorway. “you’re the new librarian, right?”

You pull your pajama shirt straight wishing this wasn’t your first official meeting of the sorcerer. “At standing yes.”

He nods. “what is your name?”

“L/N.”

“Hm,” he says, “nice to meet you L/N, sorry again about the dogs.”

Two

Two days later, your suitcase sat half unpacked, but that was due to most of its contents being in the laundry hamper.

None of your few belongings you’d shipped from your home country had made it to your new living quarters. though you’d decided to spend more of your stipend on getting your dog properly vaccinated and flown. Though they have yet to arrive either.

Most Sorcerer’s and librarians took to renting apartments off Campus and using the provided studio apartment as personal offices. This meant only a few staff took on the responsibility of twenty four hour tenants. You, Megumi and Ijich and the other two librarians. You hadn’t a need for a ton of space and the studio apartment would fit you and your pet just fine, but what you hadn’t accounted for is the two new additions that made their way to you tonight.

The dip of your bed inched your attention from your work to the black and white dogs staring at you as the perch half on your bed.

“Good evening,” you say, pulling out a headphone and patting the space in front of you. Both the dogs hop up taking a place in each corner of your bed.

As the ring of your music fades, it is steadily replaced by a rhythmic thud. You pull out the other headphone, muffled moans and grunts accompanying the banging.

“Oh,” you whisper to the dogs with a giggle. “stay as long as you need.”

They take the invitation to heart falling asleep nearly instantly. an hour later or however long it took you to finish another locational curse debunk, both the the dogs heads shoot up in attention shaking the bed.

You pull out your headphone catching the last thud of a knock before your apartments door swings open.

Megumi’s head pokes around the corner, hair wet again. “Hey,” he says, with the hint of a smile, or that’s at least what it sounded like. You’d had yet to see the man smile, even during the day.

“Come in,” you say, scratching the butt fluff of the white dog.

He take a half step in, looking around the blank walls. The dogs hop off the bed circling his side before he dissipates them. “Thank you again, sorry about-”

You wave away the apology. “like I said, I like the company,” you reiterate, “Anyhow, I thought you had to summon your animals purposely?”

“uhm no,” he says under a synthetic cough. “I can, obviously, but its more about the release of energy-”

The noises that accompanied the dogs reappearance was answer enough, "yup got it."

He accepts the interruption, tapping the door frame. "Right, well thank you for keeping them entertained. Its kind of a turn off when they stare."

"I can imagine."

He takes a step away, but you hold out a hand. “Do they have names?”

He looks around like he was searching for the two dogs. “No, they don’t need one when working so I just never thought to give them one. Its not conducive to build attachments when I could lose them.”

It was a logic that only a sorcerer could trademark, but you didn’t press the issue, only nodding. He returns the gesture before dipping from your room.

Three

The apartment was slowly becoming a home. Once you’d gotten your first paycheck the blank walls seemingly began screaming at you to do something about them. After a few shots of liquid courage you opened your laptop and spent way too much money.

Never the less, now separating your bed from the kitchen area was a cubic bookshelf with all your curse books stacked in a checkered patterned. In two of the empty cubes a lamp and light wax warmer brought a softer glow to the room. Another two had a bin for your not yet arrived Dog food and a bin for their toys and in the last two were bins for your technology cords and the French press you’d bought your first night on campus.

Next on the list was better bedding and a better office chair. You glared at the metal non spinny chair that came with the room. It took two pillows and a hot rice pack to levitate the damage that bitch did on your spine every study session.

You’re in the midst of both admiring and reprimanding your design skills as something buckles one of your knees. You swivel around finding both the black and white dogs walking through your front door with wagging tails.

You look around listening for the familiar rhythmic pounding from the other side of the wall, but it was completely silent. Maybe he was alone this time.

Your mind wanders to an image of Megumi muffling moans between pinched lips, while grinding himself against a pillow. His hand cupping his- You shake away the thought counting how many times the dogs had visited you this week. Twice in the middle of the night, You’d used those warm sleeps as the excuse you needed to hold off buying a new comforter. That one time you were studying and once when you were in the shower. Megumi was right, it was weird when they stared. You counted four times. It was Tuesday.

Opting away from the train of though you crawl into bed with the dogs opening your laptop to start tomorrows work. It always seemed easier to focus with them here and having a distraction from your ever growing curiousness about Megumi’s sex habits was- needed.

A while your mind edges slumber the dogs draped over your lap, your laptop discarded somewhere off to the side. Warmth begins to take over your body before dissipating just as quickly. You reach out a hand, palm hoovering over the evaporating fur. “no,” you whine, “stay.”

A breathy chuckle sounds from the door. You’d have been more feverent to see Megumi’s smile if you weren’t so tired. The warmth of the dogs was gone leaving you with a chill your issued cotton blanket couldn’t cover. You pull your spine straight, stretching your arms above your head.

“Good evening,” you yawn, slumping forward.

“Sleep well?” He asks, leaning against your desk.

“hmhm, you were quiet this time, I didn’t even need my headphones.” your filter seemed to laugh at you as it allowed that diamond sentence slip from your mouth.

His slacked shoulders ridge. “Pardon?” he says, turning to the wall opposite your bed. Hs mouth slacks. “Oh- oh my God, I’m sorry-”

You wave a hand at him dismissively, peeling your headphones from your ears.

His expression is not convinced as you present the buds to him.

“I think I ought to be investing in a speaker system for you,” he sighs, “of noise canceling pads for me-”

You could actively see his mind begin to spiral. “Megumi,” You say over another yawn. “it’s fine. I study and sleep better with the dogs and music, so I think its an equal trade. My dog is being held at the border for another week anyways.”

He pinches his lips together like he’s decided something, but doesn’t argue. Instead he turns to the new furniture piece. “I uh-” he says awkwardly. “I like this.”

It was almost painful watching him grapple for small talk. His eyes stayed on the shelves like they would tell him anything to say next. “it smells nice.”

“Thanks.”

He clears his throat, nodding to you. You mirror the gesture before he hurries from the room.

Four

You’d read the same sentence the length of two songs, anything and everything catching your attention. The fading smell of your wax warmer, the temperature of your room, the dampness of your tongue, how much autotuned was used in this pop song. It was driving your sanity dangerously close to a cliff and you’d had half a mind to veer. This mission was less than twenty four hours away and you’d yet finished your diagnostic of its curse activity. You needed coffee, or tea, or a shot, but the more likely answer was water and a break to reset your brain. But those thoughts were in a language that you’d temporarily forgotten.

Wiggling your butt in your chair, your shoulders slouched over the desk. “The ReLund sanatorium-” you read aloud, just as something swivels your chair away from your desk.

A blur of white and black generate like a pixelated videogame at the curve of your knees. The black dog waists no time finding a place on your bed while the white dogs keeps your attention like it was a mission.

“Oh thank God,” you says, slipring from your chair. “I will break for you.”

Within one of the bins of your shelf you pulled out a rope meant for your dog whenever they get here. You’d been on the phone with customs every day this week, but they said one of the pups mandatory vaccines hadn’t yet shipped so the most they could do was send pics of the dog in daycare to easy your anxieties. It didn’t help, but in the meantime the toys should go to some use.

You held out the rope, but the dog gave you a stupefy look. “he’s never played with you, has he?” you say to the still nameless dog.

It took some convincing, but once the dog watched you stuff the toy into your own mouth a few times she got the hint. It wasn’t long until the black dog wanted to join and you continued until you were accidently dragged the length of your apartment by the rope.

You’d taken to letting them tug between one another and helped yourself to the leftover lunch Megumi had bought you to apologize for his recent revelation. The dogs had little interest in your food and you wondered briefly if they needed to eat. The white one held the rope between his mouth wringing it around.

You hated refering to them the way you had been. the white dog the black dog. It was at that moment you’d decided to sought out your own nicknames for them. It would be a reward for finishing your research.

Once back at your desk your research came to you like smooth wine. Behind the ambiance of snoring dogs you finally finished all of your reconnaissance.

Soon after soft taps sound at the door. Your spine arches in your chair as you strangle out a, “come in.”

Megumi walks in sporting his own mid stretch the hem of his shirt peaking a sliver of his stomach, “hey,” he says, not dissipating the dogs immediately as he usually would.

“Evening.”

“Did you get your studying done?”

You snap your laptop shut with a satisfying click. “yes, finally. I just finished sending the briefing to ljichi.”

You’d mentioned to him briefly you’d had more studying to do tonight, but it was nice that he’d remembered. He squats next to- Shadow? No, that wasn’t the right name. “So I guess,” he continues, “that I’ll have you to thank for keeping me safe tomorrow.”

You were never told which sorcerers you were doing the research for. Librarians were rarely given more information than location and which secretary to submit the information to. It felt forbidden to know where Megumi was going on his next mission, but you also suddenly felt the urge to double check your works.

“Don’t thank me,” you say, “thank these two. I’d have gotten squat done if they hadn’t kept me on track.”

“On track huh?” Megumi says, holding up the now destroyed dog rope. He smiled at the dog, scuffing Angel’s? ear. That didn’t seem right either.

I stand taking your discarded bowl and cup to the sink.

“Have you heard anything more about your dog?” Megumi asks, picking up a picture of you and (dogs name) lounging at your old place in matching pajama pants and bandana.

“They said it’ll be at least another few days. They had some medicine complications, but hopefully soon.”

“well, you’re welcome to mine until then.”

The offer made you smile. “how long will this mission last,” you ask, knowing the answer, you wrote the directions, but also, not wanting Megumi to leave yet.

“I was told a few days, but I’m sure you have a better guess than I,” he says, “why are you going miss the dogs that much?”

“Them too,” you say, ears immediately catching fire. Them too, bitch did you just say them too?!

You look up hoping he didn’t hear. He did. He offers a polite turn to the dogs, allowing you to spiral without his eyes.

You couldn’t tell which was worse the fact that you’d said that aloud or that he didn’t say it back.

“yeah, me too,” he says back.

I point to the wall ready to pick up my shovel once again. “But uh- hey, your noise things worked.”

At least now we were the same shade of ashamed.

“I haven’t gotten them yet,” he crokes, “I just-” he dissipates the dogs, “you mentioned that you study better with the dogs around.”

Fuck. It was another L you’d need to swallow dry. “That’s nice of you,” you mumble.

He stretches to his full height. “not a problem, you’re keeping me safe after all.”

“I hope things go well for you,” you conclude, “let me know how it goes when you get back?”

He nods, resting a hand on the door handle. “I will. Good night.”

“Goodnight.”

He leaves clicking the door closed and you puddle into yourself. Did you just tell him you’d miss him, he was getting better at quiet sex and that you wanted a progress report about his career all in the same breath? Now was as good a time as any to pass away right?

Interim

Two days into Megumi being away you’d thought so much about the last conversation you’d shared that embarrassment took more energy than just accepting your L and moving on. What was harder to move past however was the lack of dogs in your company. You’d been informed your pup was prepped and prepared to travel to you and that left only a few days until they were in your arms, but that didn’t stop the ache.

You’d wished more than anything that Megumi would get back soon even if it were to only see them. They didn’t come every night, but it was enough. Moving countries wasn’t going easy on you and knowing you’d done the briefing on the danger you’d sent your sole comforts into was eating you.

The meantime was not kind. Once your new duvet came in you’d taken to bundling your old one along your side to imitate the animals just to get to sleep. The newest Librarian from a different part of the US had taken to waking you up in the middle of the night to ask about cure terminology translation and each time he’d come you’d flown to the door hoping it was Megumi. It wasn’t.

Four days in began to worry. The mission you gave ljich your timeline which spanned about two days with a third for wiggle room, but four wasn’t warranted for the severity of the curse.

You’d tried soothing yourself with the idea that maybe Megumi had gone to visit some friends in the same prefecture or went sight seeing and wasn’t hurt in the woods somewhere. That comfort lasted all of a day.

Five

A knock at the door slowly pulls you from a grog you’d rather fall back into. You hadn’t the energy to answer any of the newest Librarians questions, whose name you still hadn’t learned, so you let the knocking continue.

After a few more thuds the room fell back into silence. You exhale, rolling over to a face full of fur.

Eyes popping open your met with the big doe eyes of the white dog. The black dog hops onto the bed laying where your imitation blanket stuffs under your comforter.

“Oh,” you exhale, scuffing their fur, “It’s good to have you back.”

From behind your door another soft knock sounds behind the door. You squint through the low light of only your salt lamp whisper shouting. “Come in.”

Megumi slips into the room, turning over his shoulder to close the door. “hey,” he whispers. “I’m sorry to wake you.”

You shake your head, hugging the dogs to you. “don’t be.”

He smiles at the sight of you with his dogs,. He weaves between the two boxes of your freshly shipped items, sitting on the corner of your bed.

“what time is it?” you ask, arching you spine in a deep stretch.

“Late, he admits, “or early. depending on if you’re a morning person.”

pulling the dogs into your lap you sit up. “How was the mission?” you ask.

Megumi sighs like he’s about to lie. “It went off without a hitch.”

“hm,” you say, looking over at the side of his face he’s tried hiding since he walked in. “that black eye says different.”

“That had nothing to do with you,” he says quickly, “we ran into an angry drifter on our way out. The curse was barley a two.”

You’d guessed as much. You’d garnered a reputation for making missions seem much worse than they were likely to be, just in case. “So you got your ass beat?”

“Got my-” his jaw slacks like he regrets being so comforting. “no- I just,” he turns sentences around in his mouth before huffing them out. ‘yeah, I got my ass beat.”

The two of you share a chuckle, but its rudely interrupted by knocking.

Megumi passes glances between you and the door. With a roll of your eyes the white dog makes a path for you to get up.

Behind the door the librarian stands with an open book. “I- I’m sorry,” he says, “I have like six more hours-”

you wave it away, egging on the question. He opens his notes app describing a curse. you leave him in the door way, taking a book from your shelf flipping to a section you know the information he’ll need is in. When you come back you see him and Megumi engaging in a stair down.

You take his phone, wedging it between the books pages, “page 463- 477 that’s what you’ll need to know.”

You don’t wait for more response before closing the door. Megumi doesn’t take his eyes away from where the librarian just was. “friend of yours?”

You teeter your head back and forth, slipping back into bed. “he’s the newest librarian. Seems they want one of us for every sorcerer.”

He readjusts his sitting position. “Does that mean you’re mine?”

Its in that moment you’re glad that its so dark in the room. “Yeah,” you say, “I think so.”

He smiles again. Its so hard to not want to keep it there. to make him smile again.

“have you heard anything about your dog?” He asks patting the black dogs butt.

“They’ll be here tomorrow.”

His smile falter a bit. “so you won’t be needing their company anymore?”

You tilt your head to him. “I’ll love their company whenever they are inclined to visit,” you say putting extra emphasis on inclined.

The thought of going back to only seeing the dogs or Megumi when he was having sex was saddening and you hoped it didn’t happen.

“I should probably get to bed,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll let them stay until I fall asleep.”

“Or you could stay.”

It wasn’t an offer he was expecting, but the shock of his face blends into contemplation.

“If you dissipate the pups for the night you can sleep here?” you gesture to your crumpled blanket person dog.

the silence seems to deafen you as he looks to the door then back at you. He dissipates the dogs, scooting in closer to you without a word.

Its awkward and so tense. You realize with a sickening retch that you two have never actually touched. Not even a handshake. Now he next to you. despite the little touch that was currently happening the intimacy of it was palatable.

“Oh,” you mumble over your shoulder. “I named your dogs.”

You feel Megumi chuckle beside you. “of course you did. Tell me in the morning.”

the honey of it fades with the slow rise and fall of Megumi’s breathing and you slip into blissful sleep.

A/n: what kind of dog do you think the reader should have?

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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Reason to Come Back (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Reason to come back

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 3574

Request: "can you do something where seb(or one of his characters)and reader used to date and one day he broke up with her and after a short time he comes up with a new girl(not cheating)and the reader thinks that she’s worthless and not beautiful or good enough and that’s why he broke up with her and tries to be better(you know what to do•_-) and silently suffering etc. and with a happy ending where they get back together"

Warnings: mentions of a breakup, angst, depression, very slight mentions of disordered eating and exercise (very slight, not like most of my other fics), general feelings of worthlessness, angst

Tags: @buckys2thicc @mardema @stucky-on-spiderman @abitgryffindorky @freigeistundanderes @barnesplums @thatfangirl42 @buckfics @babyboibucky

A/N: I AM SO SORRY TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS SO LONG AGO AND THAT IT TOOK SO LONG! I don’t even know if they’re still here, I feel so bad. I got an anon request for this fic and I did not know about the inbox for Tumblr accounts until just recently because I’m incompetent. There’s no excuse for me taking so long to write it, but I wanted to even though it’s been 9 months since they sent it. If you’re still here anon, thank you for sticking with me!

NEW NOTE 06/04/21: I rewrote this to be for Bucky as opposed to Sebastian. It is still mostly the same, just reworded in some places. This is meant to take place in reference to the timeline of tfatws and mentions moments from the show. I am referencing “the time he was gone” as the series episode 1-6. I don’t know how much time passed but I assume it was at least a few weeks if not longer (especially between episodes 5 and 6). That’s how I wrote it.

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It was a quiet night, you under some blankets on the couch watching a movie. There was an empty bowl aside from a few popcorn kernels on the coffee table in front of you, the movie more for background noise than entertainment. You were scrolling through your phone mindlessly, looking for a distraction that would keep you occupied.

Not that it was working too well. There wasn’t much that could distract you from the fact that you were alone.

9 months. You had dated for 9 months. Not that he had been around for much of it. He had been with Sam on an extended mission, and he had been gone for a few weeks. You didn’t know much about the mission, Bucky wasn’t allowed to tell you. For your safety. You understood. It was his job, you knew that, but it could be lonely most of the time. He would call or text you if he could, but he couldn’t compromise his location. You were always happy to hear from him, but it wasn’t the same as when he was around.

You knew this would happen, and you had accepted that. It was hard, but you could manage.

You hadn’t heard from him in a weeks, but you didn’t think much of it. He and Sam must have gotten closer to the answers they had been looking for. You could only hope that he was safe. it took a toll on you, worrying about him, but you had been so happy when he had said he was coming home. But when he walked through the door, he didn’t seem excited at all.

You had wrapped your arms around him, and he had hesitantly hugged you back gently. You had known something was wrong almost immediately, pulling back and trying to meet his eyes. “Babe? Are you okay?”

“We should talk,” he said, struggling to meet your eyes.

You pulled your eyes together with concern. “Yeah, yeah what’s wrong?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if this is gonna work out.”

You shook your head, surprised. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“I just don’t think you and I work with 1,000 miles between us.”

“What?” you said in disbelief. “You’re the one who has to leave and I told you that I’m okay with it, and I am. I never thought you’d be the one with the problem with it.”

“Y/n -”

“We can work this out, Buck. You said it yourself, you don’t normally go away for that long. I’m not going anywhere, I - ”

“I can’t ask you to stay, y/n,” he said, cutting you off. You shut your mouth and shook your head. “Where is this coming from, what happened?” you asked.

He cleared his throat. “I should go.”

“You don’t get to walk away from this like that!” you exclaimed, nearly yelling.

“And I don’t have the right to expect you to wait for months while I’m out trying to save people. I thought it’d be fine but I couldn’t stop thinking about you here, alone. There’s going to be more missions, more danger. They recreated the serum. Who knows what else they’ll be able to create? You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

“You don’t get to make that choice for me! I told you I’m okay with it and I still am, Bucky! I know the risks!” you said, tears pricking your eyes.

He looked away. “You deserve much better than me. Someone who can be there for you.”

You walked up to him and cupped his face. “You’re all I could ever want Bucky. Distance be damned.”

He sighed and pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly for a moment. “I have to go y/n. I’m sorry.”

He let you go and turned around, not even looking back to say goodbye.

That had been a couple of weeks ago. You had been crushed at first, devastated. But you were still able to function in your day-to-day life. You had a few friends to hype you up or cry with you, whatever the day was. You were able to still get to work, try to move on. And it was getting better, but the nights were still hard. It wasn’t the same when you knew he wouldn’t be coming home.

During the day you could pretend like you were waiting for that night when he would be able to call you. But at night, it was dark and you didn’t have a person you wanted to call.

You weren’t bitter, in a way you understood. You had known how relationships could be ruined by distance and work. But being a super soldier wasn’t a typical line of work. You had been okay with it, but you hadn’t thought that it would’ve affected Bucky as much as it seemed to. You had been emotional at the time, but looking back on it you could understand where he was coming from. Relationships were two-sided - just because you felt okay didn’t guarantee he was.

You knew what he did was dangerous. You had accepted that there might not have always been a happy ending. Maybe he hadn’t.

But then one day you had walked into a bar, only to see Bucky flirting with another girl, laughing away..

That was all you needed to see.

You didn’t want to read too much into it, any kind of situation could be misread. But him laughing with a very attractive girl over drinks shortly after becoming single - you couldn’t help but wonder.

You tried to tell yourself that it didn’t matter, that you were reading everything wrong, but your heart still felt as though it was breaking.

She was gorgeous. Much more so than you, you had thought.

Was that why he left? Was he just wanting to get himself back out there? Had he met her and just needed to get rid of you?

You didn’t want to think that way, none of it was true. He wouldn’t do that, he was a good man. But still…

Maybe if you were different it would’ve been harder for him to leave.

Maybe you hadn’t given him a good enough reason to stay.

And maybe, if you were better, prettier, he would come back.

It started small - making more of an effort to go to the gym, not ordering takeaways every night, that sort of thing. Not that you had much of an appetite to begin with. But you didn’t realize when your days had become full of going from work to the gym, nor why you had freaked out so much when you had sprained an ankle and couldn’t do your normal workout.

You had decided to work your arms those next few days to supplement the cardio you had missed. You had kept this up until you woke up one morning struggling to turn over because you were so sore. You decided that that day, you could take a rest day.

A rest day turned into a rest week, and soon enough you were only leaving your house to go to work. And only because you needed money.

You had cut yourself off from most of your contacts, still replying every now and then so they wouldn’t be concerned. You didn’t go out with them or call them because you were worried they would see right through you. Better to stay home. Your bed would never judge you.

You had become familiar with the spots on the wall, the streaks from god knows what, the way that light would filter through your window as the sun ascended and descended the sky. Hours could pass and you could still be in the same position.

You had to keep up a front around everyone. Letting people know how much you were hurting was not an option for you. Then they would ask what was wrong and pull you aside and look at you with this concerned face that you couldn’t deal with. It was the one that everyone always gave when someone was having a bad day, the one people put on when they wanted you to think that they cared. Sometimes they did, but most of the time a person with any sense of morals would put that face on to make a person think that they cared. It’s the same way “How are you?” is more of a greeting than a genuine question.

There were people who cared, but you didn’t want to have that conversation. You didn’t even know what you were doing anymore. It was an honest thought of bettering yourself, but it was for the wrong reasons. Trying to be better for Bucky made you realize how much you missed him. How angry you really were at him. But you couldn’t take it out on him, he didn’t deserve that at all, he didn’t earn that. But you were angry at...something, and maybe it was yourself, at letting him walk out that door, of not calling him and leaving him messages. Maybe if you had fought for him he would’ve stayed. If you had said something when he distanced himself.

You felt like this was your fault. And maybe if you changed something about yourself, you would learn from your mistakes.

Not that you knew exactly what you had done or what isolating yourself would fix, or teach you for that matter.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep because your ringtone jolted you awake. You groaned, shutting your eyes again. You would let it go to voicemail, just like all of the others. If it was that important they would text you.

You let it ring, sighing when it had stopped. You readjusted in your bed, trying to fall back asleep. It was a Saturday morning, you had until Monday morning to sleep. You were going to make the most of it.

But then your phone began ringing again.

You opened your eyes again, picking up your phone to see who it was. You dropped the phone when you saw the name

Bucky Barnes

Why the fuck was he calling you? What could he possibly have to say to you?

You watched the phone ring through to voicemail, soon after seeing a voicemail was left. You didn’t bother listening to it, you didn’t need to. You simply rolled over in bed. If it were that important, he would have called sooner.

Bucky’s POV

As the call went to voicemail again, Bucky was confused. He had never known you to miss a call, ever. It wasn’t like you, he knew you would drop anything to take calls. You had said you hated people leaving voicemails because you hated them having to listen to your voicemail message. You had thought your voice had sounded weird. It was one of the little things he remembered about you that made him smile

And realize how royally he had fucked up.

Being away on a mission wasn’t anything new for him, but maintaining a serious relationship for him was. He had never met anyone like you, and he had missed you so much when he had left. He hadn’t felt anything like what he did when you smiled at him since the 40′s. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but all he could think about was how much he had missed you. And that made him think about how much you must have missed him.

He felt like he was holding you back in some way. He was used to being away in dangerous situations for periods of time but you weren’t. And no matter how much you had assured him that you were okay with the long-distance relationship, as the months went on he felt guilty for not being able to be there in the way that he wanted to.

In the way you deserved.

He broke up with you because he thought you deserved better than relying on phone calls and texts for months at a time. Someone who could be there all the time for you. Someone who you didn’t have to worry about getting shot when he left for a mission. Someone predictable and reliable. Something he couldn’t always do.

But God, did he miss you.

He regretted walking out that door. He regretted not giving you a better reason, for not calling you or texting you until now, weeks later. The more time went on, the more he felt it would be inappropriate to call you to apologize.

But he couldn’t take it anymore, so he dialed your number. And when it went to voicemail, he had gotten a little worried.

He knew he didn’t have much of a right or reason to be worried, but he had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. So, he decided to reach out to one of your friends.

Hey, is y/n alright?

Why do you want to know?

Look, I know I messed up. I just wanted to apologize and give her the answer she deserves. But she’s not answering my calls.

She doesn’t do phone calls anymore.

What do you mean?

She won’t answer calls. She won’t even come out with us anymore. Something’s up but she denies it.

When did this start?

When do you think?

Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. This was his fault. And he had to go make it right.

Your POV

You were still in bed, wondering why Bucky had called you. It didn’t make sense to you, for him to call after all of this time. What could he possibly have to say to you? Did he want to inform you of a new girlfriend before the news caught wind of it? Did he want to come up with some dumb excuse to tell you he was sorry?

It made you scoff slightly, but the tug at your heart let you know that it wouldn’t be unwelcome.

You couldn’t deny it. As much as his leaving had hurt you, you missed him more than anything.

You wanted another chance with him, one that you weren’t sure you would get. And the thought of him coming back to you was comforting. Like maybe it wasn’t your fault. Or maybe you had done enough to win him back.

Wishful thinking.

You had lost track of time, once again, but were snapped out of your daze by knocking on your door.

What? Why would anyone be here?

You sighed. It was probably just some random person selling some random product or something.

More knocking. More insistent. You sighed, standing up and silently groaning at the soreness you felt in your body. Not necessarily from overuse, but more so from underuse. You stood you slowly, walking quietly over to your door.

More knocking.

You made it to the door and glanced through the peephole you had, eyes widening and a small gasp leaving your mouth.

Why the fuck was Bucky here?

More knocking.

You ran a hand down your face. Knowing him, he wouldn’t leave. But why did it go from calling straight to ‘I’m coming to your door’? As if he hadn’t been the one to leave you?

More knocking.

You swallowed dryly. “Why are you here?” you called out through the door.

Bucky let out a breath. “I just want to talk to you”

You shook your head on the other side of the door, wondering if you should let him speak. As if he wasn’t already living rent-free in your mind.

“Please y/n.”

You set your face hard, pulling the door open. At least you would get to say your piece to him.

“Now you wanna talk? Fine. Let’s talk.” you said, coldly.

Bucky was slightly taken aback, though he couldn’t blame you. He took in your appearance, exhaustion seeming to overtake you. Dark circles under your eyes, pale skin, you just - all life seemed to be drained from you. He scratched the back of his neck nervously before he asked quietly, “Can I come in?”

You stepped to the side, silently allowing him in, closing the door behind you. You crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged slightly. “What do you want Barnes?

“I’m sorry,” he said. You scoffed slightly, shaking your head and looking away. “Y/n look at me, please. I fucked up.”

“Well it took you long enough to figure that one out didn’t it?” you snapped, looking at him.

“Y/n please -”

“Tell me, when exactly did you figure out that maybe, just maybe, you should say you were sorry?”

“Y/n please - “

“Who was the girl? The one in the bar from a few days after we had broken up? The one you were hitting on over a couple of drinks?”

“The… what?”

“When did you feel the slightest bit of regret? When did you change your mind and decide that you didn’t want to leave?”

“I never wanted to leave you!” he exclaimed. “Can you please just listen to me?”

You looked at him, anger in your eyes but you closed your mouth. You gave him a look that said ‘I’m listening.’

He took a deep breath. “The woman at the bar was an old friend of Sam’s. He had introduced the two of us at one point. I was at a bar one night and and she came over to say hello and stayed for one drink. It’s nothing more than that.”

You took a breath. Situations could definitely be read wrong. You knew it had probably been nothing.

“When we first got together we had talked about me leaving for missions. Long-distance, unpredictable times, dangerous missions. A lot of people have a hard time keeping that going.”

“And I knew that and was okay with it.”

“Let me finish, please.” he pleaded. “I knew you knew the risks but I’m not sure I was as ready as I thought I was. I left and suddenly I couldn’t talk to you because I was worried for your safety. I couldn’t be there for you in all the ways I wanted to be. In all the ways you deserved. I just...you didn’t deserve that. You deserved so much more than that.”

You felt tears prick your eyes. “You already told me that. When you left. What’s really going on?”

He shook his head slightly. “ Sam’s sister had gotten a call with a threat towards her and her children. I couldn’t put you at risk. These people, they were super soldiers just like me. I had a few close calls with serious injuries. And I realized that if I got hurt I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t let you get hurt and I couldn’t let you worry about whether or not I would come home alive. I thought… I thought it’d be less painful for both of us if we stopped seeing each other before that happened.”

You shook your head slightly. “Why couldn’t you tell me that?” you said, a little more softly.

“I don’t know”

You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than I don’t know.”

“I - “ He sighed slightly. “I was scared. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I was scared that I was going to lose you.”

“So you gave me up?” you asked.

“And made the biggest mistake of my entire life.”

You looked to the side and bit your lip slightly. “You know I thought it was my fault?” you turned your face back to Bucky’s confused one. “I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. That if I was enough you wouldn’t have left. Or if I was better you would’ve come back.”

He shook his head and started walking towards you to comfort you. “It was never your fault angel -”

You backed up slightly. “You don’t get to call me that. Not right now, not yet at least.”

He looked hurt slightly, but he nodded. After a few moments of silence, you scoffed slightly.

“You know, as much as I hate to admit it, I fell apart these past few weeks. Told myself that the only thing I wanted and needed was having you come back. And here you are and...I don’t know, Bucky.” you shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or think, you broke up with me because you were afraid of hurting me? I - “ you rubbed your eyes. “I just… I get it, but I just wish we could’ve had this conversation weeks ago, Buck.”

“Does this mean we’re done?” he asked timidly.

“I… I don’t know. I just…. I think i need a little bit of time. Please. Just some time to think.”

He nodded, though he looked slightly disappointed. “Yeah, of course.” you nodded, walking him over to the door, opening it. He turned around. “Is it okay to give you a hug, y/n?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding, letting him wrap his arms around your waist as you looped them around his neck. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, tears forming in your eyes as you realized how much you missed this. How much you needed this. When he went to pull away, you held him a little more tightly before letting him go.

He smiled at you before turning to leave. “Take as much time as you need, y/n.”

You gave him the smallest of smiles back. “I’ll see you later Bucky.”

And with that, you closed the door behind you, not having a clue what any of this meant. This didn’t make it okay by any means, but maybe, just maybe, the two of you could start fresh. Together.

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hawaii5-0gurl · 3 years

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Characters: Steve McGarrett X Reader, Danny Williams, Kono Kalakaua, Chin Ho Kelly

Word Count: 2640

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Insecure Reader

A/n: I Loved this request. I rewrote it quite a few times, and every time it went to an angsty place... I guess that's just who I am

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You were getting ready for work, but there was one last thing you had to do before leaving. Standing in front of a mirror to check if everything was in its place. This was one of the worst parts of your day. You hated looking at yourself. It just reminded you of all the things that you hated about your body. Everyone has insecurities, you know that but some days the little voice in your head is louder than normal. Today was one of those days.

After a quick check, everything looks okay.

“Well, this is as good as its going to get.” you shrugged your shoulders.

You pulled on your shirt to make it poof out just a bit so that it wasn’t laying right on your stomach. This is something you have done since you were a teen, just another attempt to make your stomach look a little flatter. You weren’t the skinniest girl, but you also didn’t consider yourself fat either. You had put your head in this weird in-between area. You honestly believe nobody would understand because you didn’t understand it yourself.

You turned away from the mirror and headed to the door. You grabbed your backpack and keys before heading into work. Before you could even get to the office you had gotten a call from Steve telling you to meet him at an address.

Kono was able to get a lead on one of your cases. This was the house he used to live in before it was foreclosed on. When you had gotten to the house you saw Chin, Danny and Steve standing by Danny’s car. You got out of your truck and went over to the guys.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey Y/n.” They all said simultaneously,

“I was able to talk to a few of the neighbors, they said that there were noises and lights on at night. Nobody is supposed to be here since it was foreclosed on almost two months ago.” Chin said as he looked around at the neighbors.

“So do you think that our guy is in there?” You were looking at the house.

“Maybe. This is the only lead we have right now.”

“Guys…” You could have sworn you saw a face in one of the upper windows, but as soon as you said something it was gone.

“What?” Steve was looking from you to the house. “Did you see something?”

“Yes, there was someone in the widow.” You started moving towards the house, the guys close behind you.

Steve kicked the front door in, you were the first one in the house. You and Chin took the upstairs while Danny and Steve took the main floor. When your search came up empty, you all regrouped.

“We got nothing down here, are you sure you saw someone?” Steve questioned you.

“Yes, I did. I don’t understand how they would have gotten out without us seeing them.”

You started looking around. There had to be some way for them to escape or hide. You went back upstairs. This time you were taking your time, you were looking for anything that looked out of place. That’s when you realized you couldn’t find the access point for the attic. You went room to room looking for one, looking at the ceiling in the hallways as well. You found what looked like it could be a way into the attic, only problem was it looked too small to fit in.

Steve and Danny came up the stairs to see what you were doing. They saw you staring at the ceiling, they looked up as well. You started looking around for something to boost you up high enough to be able to look inside.

“Y/n what are you doing?” Danny watched you closely.

“Looking for a step stool or something that can give me a boost. I know it’s too small for me to fit in so I figure if I can at least get my head in there to see. Hopefully, I can find a way to get up there.”

Steve and Danny looked at each other confused. You could easily fit in the attic access point.

“I can give you a boost Y/n.” Steve stopped you.

“No.” You said it a little too quickly. You moved and grabbed a step ladder that was leaning up against the wall in the room you were about to enter. “I found one. Plus, if he is up there you need to be able to catch him and you can’t do that if you are holding me.”

You were hoping that this would be a good enough excuse for him to drop it. Steve on the other hand didn’t believe you. You set the ladder up, climbing up to the top. You had to lean off to the side or else you would hit your head. You pulled out your pistol and flashlight, moving the board that covered the opening. You pointed your gun and flashlight in and looked around.

You light glazed over what looked like a person, it was only confirmed when he turned to face you.

“Five 0 freeze! Put your hands behind your head and slowly move this way.” He complied with your orders. “How did you get up here?”

“Through that opening.” He pointed with his elbow to the opening you were poked through.

“Shit... Lay down on the ground. You try anything I will shoot.”

You put your flashlight in your pocket. Then you laid your gun down on the opposite side far away from him. You reached up and braced yourself on both sides, you were going to try to get up there. You were on your tiptoes, you gently pulled yourself up. Then you felt a set of hands under your feet pushing you as well. You ended up hitting your hip on the side of the opening. Once you were up there you grabbed your gun. Then went and handcuffed him.

“Is there any other way to get out of here?”

“Yeah. There is a small staircase that leads to one of the closets.”

“Get up, let’s go.”

He led you to the end of the attic. You had him go down the stairs first, but you had to reach around him to open the door.

“Guys over here.” Danny and Steve came over and grabbed him. “Let’s get out of here.”

They put him in the back of Danny’s car to transport him to HQ to interrogate him. You went to your office to start on the paperwork. When you were done, you got up to go put the file on Steve’s desk. As soon Steve and Danny were done with the interrogation. Steve ended up cornering you in his office.

“Hey.” He came into the office and closed the door.

“Hi, did you get him to confess?” You were leaning against his desk.

“Yeah, but you know at first he swore he was innocent.” He walked over and stood right in front of you.

“They always do.” You tried to get around him, but he wasn’t letting you move from your spot. “Steve, I have work to do.”

“I have to ask you something first.” He was looking directly into your eyes.

“Okay…” You raised one of your eyebrows.

“What’s going on with you today?” “What are you talking about? Everything’s fine.” “Okay… Why wouldn’t you let me help you into the attic today, and don’t say that it was because I needed to be able to catch the guy. Danny was there and Chin was downstairs.”

“That’s exactly why. There’s no other reason.” You crossed your arms, and you may have started avoiding eye contact.

“Y/n, I can tell when you’re lying to me.” He put his hand under your chin to make you look at him. “You can tell me anything sweetheart.”

“It’s because I’m…...” Your voice got quiet as you talked, and you looked down at your hands.

“What?”

“I’m too heavy! Okay!” Steve was taken back by this. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“You are not too heavy. Why in the world would you think that?”

“Because I am. Look at this.” You lifted your shirt up to show him your stomach and the bruise on your hip. “You’re going to stand there and tell me that I’m not too big or heavy. I hit the sides of the attic access point trying to get up there. I couldn’t even pull myself up all the way. I’m sure that’s why you and Danny had to help me up there.” You put your shirt down and started walking to the door. He put a hand on the door to stop you from leaving.

“Y/n, you hit your hip on the side because you were off center. You had way more than enough room to get up there. If a man that is over twice your size can make it up there, you would make it up there with absolutely no problem. Also, you were the one to pull yourself up. I barely touched you, Danny wasn’t even near us, he moved to see if he could find a different way in.”

“He was right there, I saw him. Don’t lie to me to try to make me feel better. It will only make it worse.”

You pulled the door open and started walking out. You could see everyone staring at you as soon as you opened the door. You were so embarrassed, and you just wanted to go home.

“Y/n, I’m not lying to you!” This caused you to turn around. You could see now everyone is staring at you.

“Is everything okay?” Danny started walking towards Steve and put a hand on his shoulder.

“No, she thinks that…” You cut him off, you really didn’t want to pull them into this.

“Steve, just drop it.” You started walking back to him. “Let it go.”

“No, I’m not going to drop it or let it go. You can’t just say that and expect me to not say anything. Especially when it is the furthest thing from the truth.”

“It’s not!” Tears were starting to well up in your eyes. You turned back around and left.

“What’s going on?” Danny was trying to get Steve to talk to him. Kono and Chin had moved up and were now standing next to Danny. Steve let out a sigh before telling them what happened.

“I’ll go talk to her.” Kono knows how you are feeling, a lot of girls go through the same thing.

Once you got into your truck, the tears started falling. This was so stupid; how could you get so worked up over this. Why can’t Steve just understand this. Then again that was completely irrational. If you couldn’t understand what your brain was doing, then how could he.

You sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, before leaving. Knowing that you would have to go back soon, you decided to just go to the beach. It was close enough that you could be back in a matter of minutes if need be.

You got out of your truck, taking your boots and socks off. you walked till you were about 10 feet from the water. You sat down, bringing your legs up as far as you could, wrapping your arms around them. You were trying to make yourself as small as you could. You just sat there watching the water, the occasional seagull flying by and the people walking around and having fun.

You had left your phone in your truck, so you didn’t hear all of the texts and calls coming in from Steve. You were able to focus on you for a few minutes. You were so focused that you didn’t notice Kono sit down next to you.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You didn’t look at her, you just kept your eyes on the water.

“You ok?”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, and I’m the queen of England.”

The both of you laughed. You sat there in silence for a little while. You didn’t know what to say, you were still embarrassed from what went down at the office.

“Ya’know he’s telling you the truth, right?” You finally turned to look at her, and just sighed.

“I guess… It’s just been one of those days, more like years. My brain is just…”

“Your brain is lying to you. I know what’s going through your head right now, I have the same problems.”

“How do you get past it?” “Honestly, you have to just take it day by day. Its not going to be something that you can fix overnight. The thing is that you should talk about it. If you don’t want to talk about it get a journal and write. Just know you have a bunch of people that are here for you no matter what.” She wrapped her arm around you, pulling you closer to her side.

Kono’s phone started beeping, she pulled it out.

“I guess its time to go back.”

“Yeah.” She got up and stood in front of you with her arms extended. “Come on, give me your hands.”

Reluctantly you put your hands in hers. She was able to help you up without a problem. You grabbed your shoes and started walking to your truck. Before getting in you wiped all of the sand off of your pants and feet. After putting your shoes back on, you headed back to the palace.

When you got back, you went to your office to take your jacket off and put your keys up. Also, to mentally prepare yourself before walking out there. After a few minutes you walked out of your office to everyone. You stood at the end of the table next to Danny, you started looking at all of the information that was out.

Chin started going over everything that he had, you were trying to listen, but you could see out of the corner of your eye, that Steve was staring at you. It was making it hard for you to focus. Chin had finished going over everything, everyone had started walking away to head out. You unconsciously wrapped your arms around your stomach, it was something that you did when you were uncomfortable. What came next was something that you didn’t expect.

“You know what. That’s enough.” He walked up right behind you and picked you up in one swift motion. You didn’t even have time to react, you let out a loud squeal.

“Steve put me down!” You looked directly at him. “Put me down before you hurt yourself.” You were trying to get out of his arms.

“Y/n stop.” You quit moving, not wanting to hurt him. “I’m not going to hurt myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He maneuvered your body so that you were facing him. Your legs were now wrapped around his waist and his hands were under your legs holding you in place. “Sweetheart, your body is amazing, beautiful, sexy and perfect. I wouldn’t change anything about it.”

“Really?” you were looking at his face, to see any hint of a lie, but what you saw was a hundred percent genuine.

“Absolutely.”

You grabbed his face in your hands, smashing your lips to his.

“Come on I don’t want to see that.” Danny had his hand covering his eyes. “Plus, we have a case guys, let’s go.”

You pulled back laughing at Danny, but you were still looking at Steve.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He set you down. “Just promise me that you will talk to me, and not hide or leave.” You smiled and nodded.

“We should go before Danny loses it.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” He started laughing, putting his arm around you and headed out the door.

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cevansfics · 3 years

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Promise?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve finally comes home after being away for so long.

Word count: 3.6k+

Warnings: language, very brief mentions of blood, not too much detail, fluff, a little angst, SMUT 18+ NO MINORS

A/N: this is a repost of an older fic that I rewrote a little

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6 weeks. It had been 6 weeks since Steve left for his last mission. That's the longest he's ever been away from you where he can't make contact. At first, you didn't think much of it. Everything seemed normal. Steve told you he would be a couple of day tops. He went on missions all the time. He's Captain America, for crying out loud. It was normal. Even after the first week and a half had gone by, you hadn't begun to worry, you sometimes knew things would get out of hand, and he would end up having to be away longer.

You weren't an Avenger. You weren't part of the 'team'. At first, when you first started dating Steve, everyone was standoffish when it came to you. It never bothered you. With their line of work, you just guessed it was normal for them not to trust easily. Soon enough, everyone came round to liking you, especially after seeing how happy you and Steve were together. So usually, when Steve left for a mission, someone would update you even if it was just to let you know they were on their way home, but this time everyone had been called out. The worry started to set in around the third week of him being away. You hadn't heard a word. All Fury would say was the mission had got extended, but he knew everyone was safe. That helped you relax a bit. Fury wouldn't lie about everyone being okay, would he? He promised to let you know when he heard any news from anyone or when they would be coming home. You knew Steve could take care of himself, but that didn't make you any less concerned for his well being. You just had to keep yourself busy telling yourself, Steve would be home before you know it.

So you did just that, kept yourself busy. Working more hours than you needed to. You took up reading any book you could get your hands on, watching all the crappy TV imaginable just so you had something else to think about. It worked, during the day, that was. Come night time, being alone in the apartment you shared with Steve was when your mind would wander. By the time the sixth week came around with him being gone, you were only sleeping due to exhaustion from worry.

One late evening after finishing dinner, putting away the leftovers in the fridge, you were cleaning the kitchen when you heard the front door to your apartment open. You froze. Stopping to listen for any sign, it was Steve. When you hear something metal being dropped to the floor, instantly you knew it was his shield. You dropped the plate you were cleaning in the sink and rushing into the living room. As soon as he laid eyes on you, his face broke out into a smile.

"Hi, doll." He said, barely a whisper. Finally, he was there standing in front of you after 6 excruciatingly long weeks. You still hadn't moved or said a word, holding your breath, afraid that if you said or did something that he would vanish from in front of you. He slowly opened his arms for you. Motioning for you to go to him, still with that beautiful smile on his face. Your shoulders dropped, without hesitation, you ran to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck with his arms slipping around your waist. You heard him grunt as your gripped hold of him, afraid you'd hurt him. You tried to pull away, but that only made his grip tighter as he nuzzled his face in your neck, breathing you in. Closing your eyes, running your hands up his neck into his hair. Feeling him, holding him, knowing he was home and alive, you never wanted to let go.

After what felt like forever just standing there and holding each other, you loosened your grip on him, leaning back from his embrace. Realizing you didn't get a proper look at him. You finally noticed he was still wearing his suit, which was unusual for him, as he always got changed before he came home. Your eyes, shifting over his face, seeing bruises running along his jaw. He has a tiny cut above his right eyebrow, blood running down his face, ever so slightly. He was also filthy, covered head to toe in dirt. Making you think what on earth he had been up to on his mission. Carefully you brush the back of your fingers over the bruise, then you cupped his cheek. Careful not to hurt him. Steve sighed as he leaned into your touch. Reaching to hold your hand as he turned to place a single kiss in your palm, all while keeping his eyes closed, enjoying your touch.

That's when a small cry seeped out of your mouth, one that you were trying your hardest to keep contained. You had never seen Steve like this before. Hearing the sound that came from you made Steve's eyes dart open, noticing a single tear had escaped your eye and was running down your cheek. Quickly wiping his thumb over it.

"Hey, Shhh, it's okay sweetheart, I'm okay, I promise." He pulled you closer, placing a kiss on your cheek where the tear had fallen, then another on your forehead. He pulled you closer to him as your face on his chest.

"I-I'm sorry," taking a second to compose yourself, you sniffed, holding back more tears, "I just have never seen you in this condition. It's a bit of a shock." You tried to explain. That was the truth, despite being while him for a while, knowing loosely what his job entails, only being able to guess at what happens on missions. Yet you hadn't seen him this injured and dirty, especially to this extent.

"I know, I'm sorry. Our communication was cut off, so I couldn't let you know we were okay and on our way back. It had just been so long since I'd seen you so, as soon as we had landed, I came straight here. I didn't even think, I just needed to see you, I should have got cleaned u-" you cut his rambling off by pulling his lips to yours. He was stunned at first and didn't react as you caught him off guard, but he soon leaned into the kiss, his mouth moving against yours in the same slow rhythm yet with so much passion, gripping your body so tight it hurt a little.

"Don't apologize. It's just a bit of shock seeing you like this."

Placing another peck on his lips, you take a deep breath settling your emotions before continuing. "Right, so here is what's going to happen. You are going to get out of that god awful, filthy suit. I will run you a nice hot bath, you will relax, then after, I am going to warm you up some food, if you are hungry, then we are going to snuggle in bed, ending with you getting some much-needed sleep. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me. It would sound a lot better if you were in the tub with me." He expressed with a wink and a smirk. You just laugh. Only Steve would suggest such a thing even in his condition. Turning to walk down towards the hall to the bathroom, calling over your shoulder as you did.

"Suit. Off. Now."

"Yes, ma'am." You heard him mumble as lean over the bath turning on the water. Adding some bubbles, not too much as Steve wasn't a fan, but even with a small amount, it filled the room a nice fruity smell. Once the tub is full of water, you turn off the taps and turn to face the door when you see Steve walking into the bathroom. He had done as you asked and taken off most of his clothes. He was now standing in just his underwear. The dirt on him only seemed to cover him from the neck up due to him having his suit on, but you could see a big purple bruise covering the right side of his rib cage. Reaching out, you gently trace your fingertips over the edge of the bruise before shaking your head slightly. Trying to rid yourself of the dark thoughts of what had happened to Steve while he was away. Looking up at him, you see that he's going to say something, but knowing what he's about to say, you stop him.

"I know, take these off and get in before it gets cold. I'm just going to get you a towel from the cupboard." You say, snapping the waistband of his underwear against his flesh before you slip past him out of the room.

While you were getting him a towel, you heard the water sloshing around meaning, Steve had got into the tub. Heading back into the bathroom, you see him lying there, surrounded by bubbles leaning back with his head resting on the edge of the tub with his eyes closed.

"You comfy?" You ask with a slight chuckle as you try to lighten the mood.

Steve eyes open as he answers, "Why yes, thank you. It's very hot."

"It's supposed to be. Will help relax your muscles."

"You getting in?" You hear the hopefulness in his voice; he needs this just as much as you do.

You nod as you pop open the button on your jeans and start to pull them down. Steve rests his head back against the edge of the bathtub, this time keeping his eyes open and locked on you as you start to undress. Once your jeans are off, you quickly pull your shirt up and over your head, leaving yourself standing in your bra and panties. You turn to face the mirror, wasting not time wanting to take off what little make-up you had on before you got into the water. While looking in the mirror, you can see Steve's eyes had dropped, focusing on your ass.

You chuckle before asking, "See something you like?"

"Always," he replies, clearing his throat. Turning back to face him, you slip your arms around your back to unhook your bra sliding the straps over your shoulder letting it drop to the floor. Followed by you removing your panties. His eyes never leave you. Noting every move you make as you undress. He takes in the sight like it's the first time he's ever seen you naked. Carefully you step into the bath and sit down. You are at the opposite end of the tub, facing Steve. As you lay back, the water laps around your boobs, which are still barely visible above the water.

"You know it's rude to stare." You tease.

"Can't help it, I haven't seen you for six weeks, and you pretty much just did a striptease for me. What do you expect me to do?"

You just blush at his comment. He wasn't wrong. You did purposefully take your clothes off, knowing he was watching you. You knew what it did to him. You sit up straight, looking him right in the eye as you carefully climb onto his lap to straddle him. It's a bit awkward as there isn't much space being in a bathtub, but you make it work. Gliding your naked body against Steve's, you almost give the game away with a moan, but you manage to hold it back. Once you are sitting in his lap, you feel Steve's hand slip up your thighs until they rest on your waist. Slowly you lean towards him. You make it seem as though you are going to kiss him. He quickly swipes his tongue over his lips in excitement, and you feel him hold on to your hips tighter. Your lips brush past by his. Leaning more into him until your body is pressed against his, your mouth is on his ear. You nibble his earlobe before whispering, "We need to get you clean up first." As you reach behind him for the washcloth, pulling your body away from his. Steve groans at the loss of contact with your body, still holding you firmly at the hips, letting you know he's not allowing you to move further away from him.

"You're such a tease."

"I don't have a clue what you are on about," you say sarcastically. Steve just rolls his eyes as you wet the washcloth and starts removing the dirt from his neck and face. You gently wiped the dried blood from around his eye, carefully cleaning his cut. You can see that it's already starting to heal, a factor of the serum you are very grateful for.

"As much as I am enjoying you taking care of me. I'm all clean, so I think we should get out."

"Why is that?" You ask, acting oblivious.

"Y/N," his voice is low and rough as he gently grinds his hips once. That's when you feel it. His rock hard cock rubs over your groin, and this time you can't contain your moan. The second the sound leaves your mouth Steve sits upright, pulling your body against his. Lips attached to yours before you even see it coming. You start to move in sync, slowly getting more heated as your hips automatically begin to grind against him.

"Bed," you managed to get out in between the make-out session. With one quick motion, a blink of an eye, Steve is on his feet in the tub, carefully placing you on yours. You stepped out first, grabbing the towels you'd got, passing one to Steve. You both briefly rub the towels over yourselves, removing most of the water.

You walk into your bedroom about to wrap the towel around your body to secure it, so it stays up by itself. But you don't get the chance to do that. Steve comes up behind you. Pressing his bare chest against your back. He takes the towel from you, discarding it on the floor forgotten. Placing his lips on the tender spot on your neck, kissing and nipping with his teeth. His hand roamed up from your hips over your stomach until he cups your boobs, squeezing and rolling your nipple between his fingers. He turns you around so you are face to face with him. You notice his towel wrapped loosely around his hip. Grabbing your chin to tilt your head up to his so you are looking him in the eyes, he says, "you are so goddamn beautiful." He kisses you, leaning into you until you start walking back and are met with the edge of the bed. Carefully, he lays you down, not breaking the connections of your lips as he does. Once you are lying flat and comfortable, you feel him softly trace his lips down your neck, over your collar bone, before reaching your boobs. Taking one of your nipples in is his mouth, licking and sucking on it like a starved man. You can't help but moan, running your hand through his hair, gripping it tightly.

"Please, Steve… I need you…"

Releasing your nipple with a pop sound, he shuffles upward until he's hovering over you once again.

"Say that again," It wasn't a question.

"Steve, I need you." He smiles as you instantly do as he says.

"What do you want me to do, doll?"

You sigh, withering beneath him; he knows what you want. You try to thrust your hips against the towel he is wearing, desperate for some friction. But Steve holds you firmly in place so you can't move.

"You gotta use your word, sweetheart," he whispers against your ears, nipping your ear lobe. You wish you could continue this little game with him, but your need for him was too strong.

"Please, I need you inside me, Steve… please." You don't even try to hide the desperation in your voice.

He pushes up off you slightly so he can remove his towel, throwing it on the floor next to the bed.

"That's it. All you needed to do was ask." He taunts you. You pay no attention to him reaching down and wrap your hand firmly around his cock, pumping a couple of times. This time it's Steve's turn to moan.

He stops you, removing your hand from him, replacing it with his own. You see him do the same action on himself you had done only moments ago. Moving closer to you, rubbing to tip over your entrance. Dragging out the torture a little longer.

"You're so ready for me." His voice is deep.

"Plea…" you don't get to finish as he's already started entering you. Slowly filling, he doesn't stop until you are full of him.

He wraps his hands around both of your wrists, shoving them above your head, holding them in place, and his hips start to roll.

"Fuuck… ah-Stevie." It's almost too much for you as he starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into you. Trying your best not to completely lose your head, you move your hips the best you can match his. Steve groans at the motion; gripping your wrists tighter, he starts fucking into you like a mad man.

"Oh god yes," you heard him murmur, in-between his grunts and moans.

"It's been so long, ah fuck - you feel so good - fuck Y/N!"

You feel the sensation building up inside of you, and Steve can feel it too, and his trust becomes more determined to bring you to climax.

"That's it, doll. Come for me. Come on, my cock." That's all it takes, Steve, to utter those words to you as you release rolls over you, tightening your walls around his cock. You could never get enough of his dirty talk. Arching your back the best you can, you roll your hips towards Steve, lasting out the orgasm. Steve's movements are slow as you try to catch your breath.

"You okay?" He asks as you are shaking beneath him.

"G-god, yes."

"You okay to keep going?"

"Mmhmm, Please, Steve, don't stop." You almost shouted.

Steve picks up the pace again. His grip on your wrist has loosened, and you managed to get them free, quickly grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. Pulling his hair and scratching your nails over the tops of his shoulders.

The only sounds in the room are skin slapping on skin and the occasional grunt or moan from either you or Steve. You feel the pleasure building up inside you again. It never surprised you how quickly this man could bring you to an orgasm.

As Steve's begins to lose his rhythm, you know he's close too.

"You gonna come again for my doll." All you manage to do is a nod.

"Then do it, let go. I got you, doll, I got you." Coming for a second time that night, Steve thrusts and grinds into you, dragging out your orgasms, until he starts to stiffen, giving into a release of his own, coming inside of you.

Silence, but the good kind, fills the room, and neither of you moved to try to catch your breath. Steve reaches up and moves the hair from your forehead, which got stuck to it with sweat. He starts kissing your face all over. Uttering how much he's missed you. Seconds, minutes, hell, even hours could have passed before Steve moved to get up.

The cold hits your body at the loss of contact with his body heat, and you shiver.

"One second, sweetheart," he says with a peck on your lips as he jumps up, jogging into the bathroom. Returning moments later with a damp cloth. He carefully cleans you. You flinch a little as he runs the fabric over you.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay, just a little sensitive." You explain. Discarding the cloth, Steve jumps into the bed next to you, making you wobble as the bed moves. Shuffling in next to you, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to lay on his chest. You are careful where you lay on him, remembering his ribs are bruised.

You both lay there enjoying being in each other's arms, just listening to each other breathe. You can hear Steve's heart slowing down as he relaxes.

Gently, barely touching him, you run your fingertips over his chest, as his hand is ghosting over your back and down your arm drawing little patterns.

"I missed you so much," Your voice cracks, as you are the first one to break the silence.

"I know, sweetheart. I missed you too." He pulls you tighter onto his chest. "I am going to do everything in my power to make sure I'm never away for that long again."

You turn to look up at him, your chin now resting on his chest. "You promise?" You ask quietly.

"I promise." His reply is confident and reassuring, but you know that wasn't something he could guarantee. You knew this, but you also knew this was who Steve is, and he's more than capable of taking care of himself. Either way, it was nice to hear him say it. Pressing his lips against your forehead, you turn back, cuddling into him, letting sleep take over peacefully for the first time in a long time, and you know Steve would be there when you woke up.

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maddieinwonder · 3 years

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A Lesson In Romance #2: Opposites Attract

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they become friends.

A/N: I can't believe I rewrote this chapter, like, 5 times, but I'm kinda happy with the final result 😌😌😌 Again, my ask is open if you want to send me a trope request!

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Contrary to popular belief, you've watched your fair share of rom-coms. Or at least enough to understand its three-act structure, even if you didn't understand why people bought into it just yet.

Take the concept of "opposites attract" for example. Two people with completely different interests and personalities are supposedly perfect for each other because they compensate for the other's weaknesses. But it was illogical, you knew this for a fact.

Opposites attract had your college roommate crying herself to sleep when she decided to date a popular jerk-wad. Opposites attract caused your best friend to transfer schools after a cruel Valentine's Day prank. Opposites attract made your dad divorce your mum and leave you and your siblings alone at the ripe age of eleven.

But according to rom-coms, these relationships were worth it. There was nothing sweeter than a shy person complementing a loud bully, or nothing that screamed sexual tension more than a practical joker tormenting a goody-two-shoes.

For your entire life up until this point, you just didn't get it. But then you met Garcia and Morgan, and things began to make sense.

The two of them couldn't be further apart. Derek was a typical player — traditional good looks, muscular, was probably a jock in high school. Penelope, on the other hand, dressed in bright colours and even brighter hair. She seldom left her office — which, for the record, was covered wall to wall with cuteness — and cared about her technology like it was an extension of herself.

At first, you didn't understand why they were so close. They were basically polar opposites. But when one of your first cases with the BAU hit too close to home for the usually cheerful tech analyst, you watched Derek drop everything he was doing to gently support her through it.

This was enough to make you rethink your theory. And if you were being really honest, it was enough to make you yearn for something like that for yourself.

Because the thing is, you hadn't stopped thinking about the shy, awkward man you met at the coffee shop. Even more so now that you were working together, and you found out that he was a certifiable genius with an IQ of 187.

To add to your surprise, you and Spencer weren't opposites — not in any material way, at least. You couldn't say otherwise when you only knew the things that everybody else knew.

Like how the two of you had qualifications in psychology (he had a B.A., you had a PhD), loved Doctor Who (he preferred Tom Baker, but you were partial to David Tennant), and shared a favourite movie genre in science fiction, but specifically space opera (he loved Star Trek, you were nostalgic for Star Wars).

And that was just the beginning.

You begun to realise little things about him every day that you noticed in yourself. The obvious one was your coffee preferences. You pretended not to notice when the team raised their eyebrows at the three full spoons of sugar you added to your coffee everyday.

But you also noticed the way Spencer bounced his leg when he was nervous, or moved his mouth when he was reading at that unbelievable pace.

You watched him so often, in fact, that one day you found yourself doing his trademark awkward smile and you realised your silent observations had gone too far.

In reality, you hadn't spoke to him alone for more than 10 minutes since you joined the team. The two of you were always around other people for some reason or other, and after the first few weeks passed like this, the expiry on talking to him about the coffee shop incident seemingly ran out.

Then one morning, when the coffee machine at work broke down and you were beginning to think this was the start of a very bad day, a cup of coffee was gently placed in front of you.

"Good morning," Spencer greeted, pulling over the chair from his desk to sit next to you. His held his own cup of coffee in one hand.

You recognised the logo as the coffee shop where you met him. The same one you'd been avoiding since you started working here. (Ok, so maybe the reason you hadn't spoken about the incident wasn't entirely due to external forces.)

"What's this for?" You asked, as if you didn't already know.

"A peace offering," he said, locking eyes with you. "I haven't seen you at the coffee shop in three weeks, which coincides exactly with the day we met and your first day at the BAU. I've... I've come to the conclusion that you're avoiding me, but I really hope you won't."

"Why?" You asked, reaching for the warm takeaway cup.

"Because I'd like to get to know you better." He said frankly. You were glad you hadn't taken a sip yet, because you might have spit it out in shock.

In the rom-coms you watched, confessions like these usually happened to a swell of music and dimmed lights, maybe while the two main characters were dancing in each others arms. But under the fluorescent lights at the bureau, you only felt your heart swell to an imaginary soundtrack.

"So would I," you replied, smiling despite yourself. You couldn't believe you just compared a rom-com scenario to real life, but watching Spencer's smile widen at your reply made the critic in you subside. His smile was, strangely, beautiful to you now.

"You're lucky I remembered your order," he teased, his pinkish cheeks weren't beyond your notice.

"Spencer. We share the same coffee order and you have an eidetic memory," you replied dryly.

"I know," he said, and the two of you locked eyes for a moment before breaking into a bout of laughter over the absurdity of your relationship.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the unusual sight had caught the eyes of the other members in the bullpen. But it was only the next morning when you and Spencer walked into the office with matching cups of coffee, that the team confirmed that something was definitely up.

And they were going to find out what.

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