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bffsoobin · 4 years

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Daisies

➤smut, some fluff, windflower!soobin x fem!reader

Warnings: this is mature content! Do not read if you are under 18 or uncomfortable! NSFW warnings include: Dom!Soobin, Sub!reader, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, thigh riding/dry humping, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, spanking, cum play. I also didn’t proof read and I don’t love the ending :/

Word Count: 6,039

A/N: This is technically a bonus chapter for Windflower! The y/n in this story is not the same as the y/n within the series. This was not planned but after I posted the last chapter of WIndflower @yeonjuncore got me Thinking...so I wrote this. Also, I’d just like to announce that this will likely be my last big post on here for a while. School is quite overwhelming at the moment and I’m going to be starting a new job soon as well. I will be around to answer asks and reblog stuff, but no big fics will come from me for a few weeks!

Somewhere within the house, a clock ticked with every second that passed. How was this the first time you’d ever heard it? You were coming up on three weeks of living in the huge, dark wood laden home, and you had never once heard this clock echoing through the hallways and driving you insane.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that all of your frustration had finally come to a head tonight as you tossed and turned underneath the sheets. There was a pit in your stomach that you couldn’t quite place; like an itch that just couldn’t be scratched. You shut your eyes tight, hoping for sleep to come and whisk you away from the unsettling feeling in your bones; but to no avail.

Among the silence, your stomach growled. You knew that you weren’t really that hungry, but you would have taken just about any excuse to occupy your mind with something that didn’t involve thoughts of Soobin. Lovely, sweet, cautious Soobin. The exact same man who drove your hormones through the roof. Deep down, you knew that your desires for him were the catalyst for your sleepless nights, but he had never seemed to return any of your advances past subtle touches and flirting. At first, you felt guilty for reacting in such a way to his attention, but after one particularly steamy dream in which you imagined him bending you over the leather sectional in the living room and having his way with you; all thoughts of not acting on your attraction had dissipated.

At the worst, he would reject you and you would leave, tail tucked between your legs. At the best, you’d get to see if your theory about the size of his cock was correct.

You were more than ready to test your theory, you were just waiting for the correct moment. The perfect time to push his boundaries just enough to see if he would snap.

That’s what you pondered as you stood in the kitchen, trying to decide if making ramen at this hour would be too loud. Then again, you were pretty sure that Soobin had passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Before the two of you went up to bed, he was dozing off on the couch.

Confident that you knew where to locate both the pan and the brightly colored packet you needed; you crouched down to open what you thought was the correct cabinet. Instead of finding the stainless steel pot you pictured in your mind, you found a stack of cookie sheets of various dimensions.

“Shit, okay.” Maybe you weren’t as used to the house as you had thought. Knees cracking in protest, you made your way to another cabinet that seemed promising. Delicately, you pulled the handle toward you; relishing the few seconds of hope before all hell broke loose. An avalanche of plastic containers came crashing down onto the floor, shattering the late night silence into tiny little pieces. You held your breath, helpless as they all tumbled and slid around until they reached their final destinations. Carding a nervous hand over your face, you waited a few more seconds to see if Soobin had been woken up by your unintentional racket. Hearing no creak from the steps or call of your name; you carefully began to gather up the fallen containers and stacking them into some kind of orderly fashion. For a single male, Soobin owned a shit ton of tupperware.

Once you’d successfully stacked about half of the containers away, you began to approach the ones that had made a full trip to the other side of the kitchen. With no one around to embarrass you, you crawled on your hands and knees to retrieve more of the stupidly slippery containers. With your gaze and attention focused on the floor, you barely noticed the creak of the stairs as Soobin descended them. In fact, you were so busy fretting over stacking all of the plastic in an order that made sense that he had to call your name three times before you noticed he was there.

“Oh, my god!” You yelled, the containers in your hands jumping along with your body. “You scared me, Soobin.” A sigh of relief crossed your lips as you finally recognized the looming figure. He was wearing a baggy, black sweatshirt and a pair of grey cotton gym shorts that gave you an eyeful of his strong thighs from your spot on the floor.

“What are you doing?” He croaked, voice deepened from his previous slumber as he crouched down to be level with you.

“I was just...hungry...so I was going to make ramen and I was looking for a pot and instead of finding one, I had this Tupperware spill all over,” you gestured toward the stack still next to your body. “Why do you have so many containers anyway? It’s not like we have leftovers-“

“So you don’t even care that you woke me up?” His voice had evened out, but it still held a dark edge that made your heart race in excitement. He was watching you with narrowed eyes as you gathered up the plastic containers again and made your way to the open cabinet.

“To be fair, I thought you’d be sufficiently knocked out after all your snoring on the couch.” You could’ve just apologized. It would have been easier, and kinder, but you wanted to push Soobin’s buttons. You wanted him to snap.

“To be fair,” he shot back, standing to his full height, “I expected an apology from you. You don’t want to apologize?” The undertone of his voice had your thighs shaking as you finally shut the cabinet with a snap.

“I- I am sorry, Soobin, I was just-”

“No.” He took one fluid step closer to you. “I really don’t think you’re quite as sorry as you say you are. I think...you should prove it.” You swore your neurons stopped firing as you processed his words. This was actually happening. Soobin, whom you’d been thirsting over for weeks was finally giving you an invitation to do whatever you wanted to him.

“How do you want me to do that, Soobin?” You were out of breath already, chest heaving.

“I’m sure you have some ideas,” he droned, lifting an eyebrow casually as he turns you until your lower back makes contact with the edge of the island. “Why don’t you tell me?”

You licked your lips, a sudden anxiety rippling through your bones as you tried to think. So many ideas popped up at once that you actually had to suck in a steadying breath to collect yourself.

“Tell me.” He implored, crowding your personal space but still hesitating to touch you, waiting until you gave him confirmation.

“I- I want you to fuck me.” Your voice came out as a whine, much weaker than you intended, but Soobin seemed to like it; if the low groan he let out was any indication. Finally he touched you, grasping at your sides to pull you flush into his body. “See? All you had to do was ask, angel.” His breath was hot on the sensitive skin of your neck where he leaned in to mark you with a possessive bruise. Your hands flew behind him, grasping into the material of the oversized sweatshirt he often slept in.

“Should’ve known you were needy. You know how thin the walls are here?” Another pull of his lips against the column of your throat had your mind blurring with pleasure. His teeth pinch your flesh, but he runs his hot tongue over the area and you instantly forget the pain.

“Wha- what do you mean?”

Soobin chuckles darkly against your throat, the vibrations of his chest sending sparks straight down to your core. You resist the urge to squeeze your legs together in an attempt to find some friction.

“I mean-“ a strong, veined hand clasps underneath your chin to force eye contact, “I can hear you every night you touch yourself. You think you’re so quiet, but there’s only so much you can do to hide those gorgeous little whines of yours.” A new flash of arousal and embarrassment rushed through you. If he had heard you then he had certainly heard-

“And I know you think of me, angel. What is it that you want to do to me so bad? What is that you want me to do to you?” Soobin pushed his thigh between your legs, successfully spreading them and keeping you from squeezing your legs for an attempt at relief. The firm muscle rested perfectly against your center, reminding you of the persistent wetness that was surely slicking your panties at the moment. You hadn’t noticed that Soobin’s gaze had locked in on the way your core pressed so tightly against his thinly clothed thigh. He gave an experimental flex of his muscle and cracked a smile at the way you gasped for air.

“Oh, angel liked that.” He made the same movement, much more assured this time, adding a bounce of his leg that rubbed you just the right way. Your hips started to move on their own volition, chasing the pleasure of friction even through three layers of fabric. There was no ignoring the feeling of his slowly hardening length just to the left of you, only heightening your need. Your head fell forward, finding a home in the crook of Soobin’s neck, wrapping both arms around his sturdy neck as you lost yourself in pleasure. Little grunts and gasps fell from your mouth the more you worked yourself up, and for a minute you thought Soobin was simply going to let you come to a cruel, untouched end on his thigh.

“That’s enough of that,” he growled, grabbing your hips with a bruising grip to still their circling. “Look at that,” he tutted, pushing you gently away from his body as he took a step back. The outline of his cock was prominent, defined even more by the thin gray fabric that struggled to contain him. Even more compelling was the sight of a darkened patch of fabric on his thigh. Your cheeks burned red hot in the dim light of the kitchen and you were grateful he couldn’t see you. “Got my shorts all dirty, angel. Wanna make it up to me?”

The question was loaded, but you would do just about anything for him right now, so you nodded obediently. Wordlessly, he made his way to the living room; illuminated only by the light of the full moon shining through the floor to ceiling windows. Soobin situated himself on a faux leather cushion, legs spread wide as he kept a watchful eye on you. “C’mon,” he beckoned, crooking his fingers toward his body to invite you closer. Before you knew it, you were plopping to your knees right in front of him, ignoring the slight dig of the carpet fibers into the sensitive skin.

“Didn’t even have to ask, huh? You already know what I want from you,” Soobin smirked, looping his thumbs lazily into the waistband of his shorts and giving half a tug. With eager eyes you watched him work his shorts down his legs until they hung loosely at his feet, black boxers now serving as the only barrier between you and his cock. Your breath hitched at the sight of him, hand shooting out on its own volition in a bid to finally touch him. As soon as your fingers were in reach of his hardness, Soobin grasped your wrist to stop you.

“Uh uh, angel. You’re going to work for that. Take off my underwear.” Immediately you sprung into action, afraid to disappoint him with any inaction. With the help of him lifting his hips, you were able to pull his boxers down alongside his shorts and marvel at the uncovered image of his cock. Every estimation that you’d silently made prior to this moment seemed foolish. Soobin’s cock was glorious; thick and curved just slightly as it stands proudly against his stomach. It was longer than you’d ever estimated, and a new slick of arousal stains your panties as you wonder how absolutely full you would feel with him inside of you. A prominent, throbbing vein catches your attention as you watch in the yellowed light provided by the moon and you have to restrain yourself from tracing a fingertip down the length.

“You’re so big,” you whispered, tracing a few fingers over the taut skin on the inside of his thigh as you examined the dribble of precum wetting his tip. His leg jumped instinctively at your contact and he groaned deeply.

“Don’t play shy now, baby.I know you’ve been dreaming of having my cock in your mouth.” He cooed, lacing his fingers through your hair and giving a suggestive tug that had your scalp tingling. You needed no further convincing to dip your head down and give a testing lick to the head, taking in the bitter taste of him with ease. He was absolutely addicting, and before you knew it you were pushing his impossibly hard length down your throat as far as you could take it. Your jaw ached and your eyes watered, but the filthy praise falling from Soobin’s mouth as you started to run your tongue over him with vigor.

“Oh god, look at you...” the grip on your hair tightened as you looked upwards to catch the look on his face. His head was thrown against the cushions, hair falling away from his face. “You’re so fucking dirty, angel. Who would have known you’re so good at sucking cock?” A moan rumbled in your throat, making Soobin’s hips jump and push himself even deeper into your throat. Your gag reflex had your throat constricting harshly around him and drawing out one of the filthiest moans you’d ever heard from his mouth.

“God, can I fuck your throat, baby? You want that?” He asked, pulling you off of his cock by your hair. A thick string of spit connected your mouth with his tip and you stared at it dumbly for a second before Soobin asked again.

“Do you want me to fuck your throat? Or are you too cock drunk to care?” The fake sympathy in his voice made you whine, tears of desperation brimming your eyes as you nodded.

“I wan-” you stopped to clear your voice, “wan’ you to fuck my throat, Soobin.” The man above you snapped into action, guiding you toward his length with a fervor that had his eyes shining. He wasted no time in easing you down as far as he could get you, ignoring the way you gagged and cried out in favor of thrusting his hips into the heat of your mouth. It was sloppy, the sounds of spit slicking consuming the entire room as you shut your eyes and let him use you. You were painfully aware of the untouched throbbing between your legs, so you used what little sense you had left to reach down and rut against the palm of your own hand. It was nothing close to the relief you needed, but it was a good start as Soobin’s cock twitched within the confines of your throat.

He must be close; you think, ears catching on to the increasingly frequent groans of your name and unintelligible swearing. And then suddenly it all stopped. Your throat became alarmingly empty as you inhaled and coughed before finally looking up to see that Soobin had sat forward, elbows resting on his knees as he stared down at you. More specifically, the hand wedged between your thighs.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to touch yourself, angel. Did I?” Even though his chest was still heaving from exertion, his voice was steady and domineering. Your eyes grew wide at his words. He was right, he hadn’t given you permission. Even though it was too late now, you ripped your hand away from the crotch of your shorts and grabbed at the fat of your upper thigh instead.

“I’m sorry, I just needed-”

“Oh, shh. I know, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.” He leaned even closer to you, his flawless face coming into focus as he honed in on the sensitive skin just under your ear. “Strip for me, and I’ll show you what good angels get.”

You weren’t sure that you had ever moved so quickly in your life. Despite the shake in your legs, you stood and made short work of the garments that had been restricting you. Soobin watched with hooded eyes from his spot on the couch, cock still standing tall and red from your previous work. You were sure that your lips looked just as rough, but there was no time to care right now as you finally peeled off your cotton shorts and tried to ignore the obvious wet patch on the crotch. Upon pulling off your panties, it became abundantly clear that there would be no saving them from the thick strings of arousal that were stuck to the fabric like glue.

From his spot on the couch, Soobin gave a groan of appreciation at the sight of you naked. A flash of insecurity had you crossing your arms over your chest as you stood just about two feet away from him.

“None of that, Y/N,” the first use of your actual name since the moment this had begun had you melting around the edges, compelling toward his outstretched arms. He guided you into his lap with strong arms, the both of you flinching when the sensitive head of his cock brushed against you just right. A drawn out moan left your lips as you pushed your hips in the hope of increased friction. Soobin’s strong grip kept you from moving any further as you lulled your head into his clothed shoulder and whined.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered into your hair, stroking down the skin of your back. You were grateful he couldn’t see your blush due to the low light and the way you were burying your face into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“But I think...” his hands continued to wander, dancing dangerously down the outside of your thighs. “You’d be prettier falling apart on my fingers, don’t you think?”

“Soobin, please,” you finally lifted your face from his shoulder to implore him with your eyes, grasping at the fabric around his neck. He studied you for a moment, eyes hooded and lips parted slightly. He pushed forward suddenly, attaching his lips onto yours for the first time. Sparks flew behind your eyes as he slipped his tongue between the seam of your lips; kissing you as if he were trying to pull all of the air from your lungs. As he distracted you with his skilled tongue, you almost forgot about the push of his calloused fingers until they brushed right over where you needed him the most.

A surprised gasp fell from your lips and Soobin finally let your mouth go in favor of hearing your voice. Your entrance was so slick that Soobin’s fingers met no resistance as they slid over your heat.

“God, you’re so wet.” The tip of a long finger circled around your entrance, breaching the ring of muscle just slightly. “All because of me, angel?”

“Yes! All because of you.” You resisted bucking your hips into his hand, afraid of him pulling away completely. But you must have given him all he wanted because he finally eased his first finger in all the way to the last knuckle. Hot pleasure bubbled in your stomach as your body greedily took whatever Soobin gave you. His finger moved in and out slowly, working you up as you sat straddled on his lap. Looking down, you could catch the sight of his gorgeous hand flexing and twisting inside of you; and just below his hand was the sight of his throbbing cock, leaking precum at the tip yet again. Involuntarily your body twitched, inner muscles tightening around his digit at the idea of him eventually being inside of you. He pushed a second finger next to the first, causing a slight burn that you accepted wholeheartedly as you pulled at his hair. You weren’t sure when your hands had ended up there; but the action spurred him on with a beautiful moan.

Carefully, he crooked his fingers within you, finding the textured spot that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. There was no way to stop the movement of your hips, causing the head of his cock to brush against your clit just right.

“Please touch me,” you gasped, another rush of arousal spilling out of you as Soobin’s hand moved with more fervor, slowly bringing you closer to an orgasm that certainly didn’t need much persuasion.

“I am, angel. What else could you need? I’m stretching you out for me, isn’t that enough?”

He loved to hear you say things; admit your deepest desires and dirtiest fantasies before he gave you the pleasure of having them.

“My-” you interrupted yourself with a moan as Soobin curled both his fingers in the perfect way again, causing your toes to curl and the coil in your stomach to tighten a few more turns. “Touch my clit,” the bundles of nerves was throbbing, begging for the attention you knew you needed in order to fall apart for him.

“Mmm, good girl,” Soobin granted your request within an instant, pressing the wide pad of his thumb against you. A howl left your lips, hips bouncing in an unrelenting motion as your body finally began to cave with the extra sensation. Soobin continued to work his thumb in a measure opposite of his fingers, ensuring that you were never feeling unstimulated. A particularly loud squelch made Soobin growl, low and deep from his throat in a way you wanted to hear on loop.

“So pretty, so good. Made for me and my hands-” you leaned back on his lap, pleasure clouding your mind as his assault on your pussy had you seconds from coming. “And my cock.” He finished, punctuating his words with a perfectly combined circle of his thumb and push of his long, dexterous fingers.

The world blurred as you came, white noise filling your ears so that you couldn’t hear the pathetic sounds you were surely producing. The fuzzy feeling you’d been craving encased your entire body. Soobin worked you through it, fingers never slowing even as you released around him, soaking the appendages in your need. Vaguely you could hear the praise fall from his lips that only caused your orgasm to be prolonged. Once you were finally down from your high, you were startled by how worked up you remained. Soobin retracted his fingers only to be met with an upset whine splitting your lips.

“You just came, are you really that needy?” There was a laugh in his voice that made you grin like crazy, still slightly lost in your haze of bliss. But you knew one thing for sure. You wanted more of him.

“Can you take this off?” The sweatshirt which you had previously clung to for dear life suddenly became way too obstructive for your liking.

“I certainly can as long as you can sit up on your own.” The concern in his voice made you feel cared for beyond belief. Hands retracting from his hoodie, you placed them on your wobbling thighs as proof that you could handle yourself. Happy enough with that, Soobin pulled the fabric over his head, careful not to hit you in the process of discarding it in the direction of your clothes. With his chest finally exposed, you ran your hands down the planes of muscle, scratching lightly over his perfect skin just to see it raise in red lines. He let you marvel at him as long as you wanted, and you knew he was doing the same to you when you felt his cock twitch under you. It was a persistent reminder of what you really wanted.

Boldly, you abandoned his chest to slip a hand around his cock, stroking him gently from base to tip. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and let you have a few seconds before he had enough.

“You better stop or I’m not gonna last to fuck you,” he deadpanned, causing your hand to stop immediately. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good angel and get on your hands and knees.” He gestured pointedly to the empty section of couch beside you and you needed no further explanation before you were presenting yourself to him. One of his hands, warm and large, pushed down gently on your lower back until your face was pressed into a throw pillow. A moan of appreciation fell from his lips as he took in your form, spread and willing for him.

“Now I’m only going to tell you once, so I suggest you listen. Do not move, and do not come until I say you can, got it?” Your senses were so heightened that his voice felt like it was everywhere and you nodded immediately. His hand brushed over your ass before pulling away.

“I’m gonna try something, tell me if you don’t like it,” his voice was much softer, soothing you into a lull that almost made you forget the throb between your thighs. Almost.

“O-okay,” you stuttered, almost forgetting to answer as you braced yourself for whatever it may be. His fingers danced along the top of your ass again, rising goosebumps on the skin before coming back down in one hard, fast swoop. A moan, loud and surprising even to you, fell from your mouth. Soobin rubbed at the flesh he’d just slapped, and you chanced a look behind you to see that he had a delighted grin on his face.

“Oh angel, you are just perfect-” he ended the compliment with another spank, this one right on the apex of your left cheek, with enough force to push your body forward. The sting of pain only mingled with the pressure building between your thighs as you clenched around nothing. Of course, Soobin noticed. “You like that, huh? Angel likes being spanked? Why did we wait so long to do this?”

I was waiting for you, dumbass; you kept that thought to yourself though.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he sighed, running a finger over your center as if to test if you were still wet enough. “I have condoms in the bathroom, I can go get-”

“No!” The word rung loud and clear through the air, and you felt Soobin stop in his tracks. “No. I have an IUD. And I’m clean. Are- are you?”

“Yeah.” He certainly sounded winded now, processing the weight of your words. This was even more than he had originally hoped for. Finally, the implication clicked and he pounced back on your body like a man starved. He grabbed handfuls of your ass in both hands, parting them to get a better look at your heat before groaning his appreciation with praise.

Before you had time to beg him again, he was pushing the blunt head of his cock against you, slowly stretching you open. Even though he had prepped you, the pure width of his cock made for a slightly uncomfortable stretch. But he was gentle, holding himself back as he waited for your body to adjust to his size. The whole time, he whispered about how good you were doing, how pretty you looked stretched around him. You couldn’t see how far he had pushed in, but when the pain subsided you let him know by pushing your hips back greedily despite his earlier warning not to move.

“Oh shit,” he cursed, grabbing your hips to steady himself. “You’re such a slut that you can’t even wait for me to be in you all the way? Even when I told you not to move?”

“No, I can’t wait, Soobin. Please fuck me already,” a whine was riding high in your throat at how absolutely fucking full you felt with him inside you all the way. “Please.” You tried again after a few seconds of quiet. Seemingly convinced, Soobin snapped into action; driving his hips forward in one powerful thrust. Your mind blanked at the feeling of him; leaving you spouting whatever non sense popped into your head as he worked his hips back and forth. Both of his hands rested on your hips, holding with a grip so hard you were sure that purple bruises would be blossomed there by the morning. A deep groan left Soobin’s mouth as he began to lose himself in the feeling of your heat.

“Jesus, angel. You feel so good.” He landed another firm slap to your ass, much more confident in his movements now that he knew you enjoyed it just as much as he did. His force moved you further up the couch cushion as you muffled yourself into the fabric of the throw pillow. “Lemme hear you.” he grunted, slowing for a second as you turned your face to the side and moaned just to prove you’d listened. He gave a hum of appreciation, slipping one of his firm palms across your stomach until his fingers ghosted just above your clit. You inner walls clenched around him at the anticipation, and the fluttering had him gasping.

Testing the waters, you clenched again, smiling slyly at the way his breath stuttered as it left his chest. The tension in your belly was raising, helped along by the deep, constant rhythm that he had created. In a daring move, you pushed your hips back against his again, hoping to get him to push against the magic spot he’s discovered while fingering you earlier. Soobin literally growled, ripping the hand which was only centimetres away from your clit away to push down on your upper back.

“What did I say to you? Two simple rules, angel,” the force of his hand had the support of your elbows crumpling and the change in angle pushed him right into the spot you’d longed for. His hand crept back to the bottom of your stomach, holding you steady with that hand as tears of desperation framed your eyes. “What did I say to you?” He asked again, pushing harder into you but still neglecting you of the final pressure you needed.

“Y-you said-” a gasp slipped out of you as he landed another slap onto the top of your thigh, “you said no moving.” Another slap.

“Exactly. Now I suggest you listen to me, and maybe I’ll let you come.” The words made you still immediately, gripping the fabric of the throw pillow between tightened fingers.

“Hmm, good girl,” he praised, finally brushing his fingers over where you needed him the most. The slight pressure was just enough to have your heart soaring; the heat in your stomach mounting ever higher as Soobin grunted and pushed his fingers in a skilled figure eight formation.

“Oh god, Soobin, I’m going to come-” an unbidden moan filled your ears as the tension reached to an almost unbearable point.

“Not until I tell you angel,” you could tell by the shake in his voice that he was nearing his end too, the hand on your hip tightening more than you thought was possible as his nails bit into your skin. You bit your lip until it began to bleed in an effort to hold back the contraction of your inner walls as Soobin pushed you closer to bliss.

Soobin twitched inside you, furthering your struggles as a mess of pleads spilled into the pillow below you. Suddenly, his nimble fingers rolled just right, and he finally spoke the magic words you’d been craving to hear. You weren’t sure when he had bent over your exhausted body, but it only took mere seconds after hearing him breathe “you can come, angel. Come right around me,” into your ear to make you fall off the edge.

You were floating with the release, somehow even stronger than the first you had sustained at his hands. A pleasant buzz was vibrating through you, leaving you hazy and sated for a few seconds before you tuned back into Soobin’s voice. “I’m coming, baby,” you felt him pull out of you slightly, the feeling making you whine loudly.

Even though you were spent beyond belief, you reached backward for him weakly. “Inside. Come inside me, please?”

Soobin moaned the loudest he had all night, pushing his cock back inside you and coming almost immediately. The feeling of him filling you up sent you into a second fit of moans; the tiny ball of pleasure that had just been expelled coming up for a second time already. Grunting, Soobin eventually pulled out; much to your dismay until you felt the intoxicating mix of his cum sliding out of you slowly.

“Look at you, angel,” Soobin actually giggled as he spread your ass cheeks to get a better look at the mess. “All stuffed full,” his voice had gone so quiet that you weren’t sure if he meant for you to hear, but you simply whined and wiggled your hips for him. His fingers skimmed up the back of your thighs before dipping back into your stretched entrance, carefully pushing his cum back into you.

“Can’t let it go to waste, can we?” He hummed as he continued his work, lighting small sparks of pleasure that made you shiver. Eventually he pulled his fingers away and guided you out of your position until your bare back made contact with the cool leather seats. Your mind was still hazy, but the sliver of moonlight made the perfect highlight for you to see Soobin in all his glory. His face was flushed, sweaty hair pushed off his forehead haphazardly. His tanned, muscled chest was still heaving from all of the work; but the small grin on his face was by far the most charming thing about him in the moment. Slowly, you sat up until you were face to face; reaching out with a stall shaking hand to cup his face as you came as close to his body heat as you could.

“Hi,” you giggled, still feeling drunk on pleasure as he finally looked down on you.

“Hi, angel,” he responded, brushing a hand through the matted mess of your hair. “Are you okay?” He was pouting a bit, looking down on you as if checking for some kind of red flag.

“I’m perfect,” you assured, laying your head onto his shoulder. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but you made it work in order to revel in the feeling of his skin. You shivered a bit; kicking Soobin into action. He reached down to the floor of the living room, fishing around until he found the black hoodie that engulfed even his own frame.

“Arms up.” You obeyed immediately, happy to go along with anything that came from his mouth as he slipped the warm fabric over your form. It smelled just like him, and your heart soared. Soobin settled for putting just his bottoms back on as you sank happily into the buttery leather of the sectional. You were starting to feel sleepy, the combination of the late hour and exertion finally pulling you away from consciousness.

“Uh uh, you’re not sleeping yet,” Soobin tutted, slipping his hands underneath your arms in a bid to pull you upwards. Once he had you standing, he took a second to admire the blissed look on your face. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of your unfocused eyes. “We’re gonna go upstairs,” he soothed, running a hand up and down your left arm, “and I’m gonna run you a bath. And then you can sleep, okay?”

Too tired to respond, you just nodded and leaned into his touch greedily. Soobin hesitated for a second before leaning down to press a kiss right between your eyebrows.

Distantly, a small shudder of your chest caught you off guard, clutching the fabric of Soobin’s hoodie absentmindedly as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You were sure the pain was just a side effect of all the motions you’d just gone through and dropped your hand as soon as the feeling subsided. Little did you know, Soobin had watched you the whole time with a small smirk on his lips.

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satendou · 4 years

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⇢ pairing: bokuto kotaro/reader/tendo satori

⇢ au: college!au, poly!au

⇢ summary: tendou is doing his best to give you and bokuto some alone time, but at every turn his plan backfires. dates go awry and he winds up interrupting you more than ever. after another failed date, a twist of luck gives you the solution to his problem.

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⇢ warnings: two different established relationships, polyamory, mild angst, fingering, double penetration, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

⇢ word count: 7.1k

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⇢ a/n: i know i know, they’re a weird pairing. tell me they don’t give off similar vibes tho. as usual, thank you to the woml @keijiskitten for not only editing this but for hardcore hyping me in her comments. ilysm.

The rain beat a rhythmic tattoo on the top of Tendo’s umbrella as he wandered home, matching his mood and the rapid pace of his heart. Water splashed up with every step, spraying his shoes and the cuffs of his jeans and he wondered idly if they would dry before classes tomorrow. Thunder echoed in the distance, but his pace remained the same.

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, he paid little attention to where he was going, choosing to stare at his feet as he wondered, not for the first time, why he wasn’t good enough.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out despite the danger of the rain. The racing of his thoughts quieted down when he saw your smiling face, relief washing through him at the distraction as he hit talk.

You were quiet for a moment, waiting for him to make or break the start of the conversation and, when he said nothing, you sighed. “Hurry home, okay? I have ice cream and Insidious ready to play. I don’t want you getting electrocuted.”

On the other end of the line, you could hear the steady patter of rain and a plethora of unspoken words and feelings. Normally that would have made him laugh.

You hated this, the aftereffects of a failed date or relationship. It took all the life out of your bright and bubbly Tendo, the effect of years of built up insecurities and walls. He was open and sweet as could be to the people he let in, but that trust was fragile.

“Alright.”

That one word spoke volumes about how he was feeling. Whether he was stood up or there was just no interest on their part, it didn’t matter. But he wasn’t crying, which meant that at least it wasn’t another joke date. You had nearly burned down the dorms over that one and after a frantic night of comforting Tendo after you found him, you had gathered up your friends and made a show out of supporting him. It had taken him weeks to recover from that and a lot of nights were spent in your arms, clingy and needy and making sure you were there.

Even if he didn’t tell you as much, you knew that’s what he was doing. That one stupid little prank had sent him back into his own personal hell, one it had taken you months to work him out of in the first place. Trust from him was hard to come by, but he was loyal to a fault once you had it.

“Baby, you know I love you, right?” you asked, and he almost missed it over the rain. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring down at his dirty sneakers as a flash of doubt struck through him. His heart clenched in his chest, the pain almost unbearable as he realized what he was doing to himself.

Suddenly, he just wanted to be home, where you would kiss and hug his insecurities away, proving your words were true and you weren’t just saying them.

“I’ll be home in a few,” he said and hung up. It would have startled you if you weren’t used to it. He tended to act before he thought, and once he set a course it was like it took over. Knowing a few literally meant a few, you returned to the living room, where your own guest lay sprawled across the couch still.

You could see the white frosted tips over the back of the couch, hear his quiet laughter at whatever was playing on the TV, head propped up in his hand. When you sat down in front of him, leaning against his stomach and sighing, he muted it.

“Ah, do you want me to leave? I guess it didn’t go so well,” Bokuto said, wrapping one arm around your waist. He wasn’t usually so perceptive, but it was such a specific sound that he just knew what it meant.

It was an impromptu date for the two of you, what with Tendo having one of his own. You had called him up an hour before and asked what he was doing and whether he wanted to hang out for a while, but with Tendo on his way home… Not that he minded you and Bokuto being together, and they got along great, which was a relief for you. There was a running joke in your group of friends about how one of the world’s seven great mysteries was how the hell you managed to curb the two of them at the same time.

The answer was there was no curbing it, you just watched them burn bright. Pretty sight, usually. The chaotic energy they channeled was amazing, so long as it wasn’t directed at you. Which meant not letting them get bored, which meant you were constantly on the go. Not that that was a bad thing, it was just a lot.

“It didn’t, but it’s storming and your dorm is all the way on the other side of campus,” you answered, running your fingers through his hair. A quick shower after he came in had rid him of the gel he had put in earlier that day-- dummy hadn’t brought an umbrella and the bottom opened just before he reached your apartment. You opened the door to find him absolutely soaked and laughing his fool head off while you ushered him in.

He sat on the couch while you towel dried his hair, leaving it artfully messy and fluffy and god was he ever gorgeous. You had just started making out, one of his hands on your ass and the other sliding up your shirt, when you got a text from Ushiwaka.

‘Tendo texted me. You need to call him.’

“Oh hell,” you groaned, threading your fingers through your hair. That could only mean one thing and sure enough, he was on his way home.

Bokuto hummed, catching your hand and kissing your palm and inner wrist. “If you’re sure it’ll be okay. I know how he gets and I don’t wanna intrude.”

Truth be told, he very much did want to intrude. You and Tendo together was something he had dreamed of more than once, though you both seemed oblivious. Which was absolutely ridiculous given he wasn’t known for his subtlety. And Tendo was supposed to be known for being good at guessing shit. Clearly that only applied to volleyball because he was missing Bokuto’s clear cues.

“Yeah, it’s too late now anyway,” you said as the lock turned with a dull click and Tendo stepped in. He looked unsurprised to see Bokuto there-- if anything he looked a little guilty. The front of his jeans was splattered with mud and there were flecks of water on his waterproof windbreaker. His breath was coming out in pants, indicating he had been running, and he collapsed onto the couch at Bokuto’s feet after dumping his jacket on the back of the loveseat.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. “You ready for some ice cream and horror?”

Flashing Bokuto a grateful look, you scooted down until you were seated practically on top of Tendo. The couch shifted as Bokuto stood, wandering into the kitchen and rifling loudly through drawers and cabinets. You wanted to say it was for show, to let you know he was giving you space, but really it was just how he naturally was.

Boy didn’t know how to do anything quietly.

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked, carding your fingers through his hair. The humidity had dampened the gel, his spiky locks falling down onto his forehead. They came away slightly sticky, but you did it again anyway.

Tendo stared at his knees, heaving a sigh. “She took one look at me and made an excuse to leave. Something about how she remembered her mom needed her help with something. Real original, right?”

Poor Tendo. It was a recurring theme throughout his childhood and highschool life. In elementary school, they had called him a monster. In highschool it settled down, but those who hadn’t been able to get past his appearance to see the bright soul underneath still spread rumors, calling him creepy and a freak, a thug and a delinquent. It had eased up once he made his friends on the volleyball team-- no one had wanted to get on Ushiwaka’s bad side.

Volleyball had given him a measure of self-confidence that he had never had, but that was as far as it went. Anyone outside of his circle of friends was met with suspicion, even if he didn’t show it. He was good at putting on a show for strangers, but anyone who knew him knew the difference. You hadn’t managed to get him to agree to a date for almost a year after meeting him, working your ass off to prove to him you wanted it.

It was Ushiwaka who kept you going, promising you that Tendo liked you just as much but he was afraid. “Just give him time, and don’t give up on him. He needs this, _____.”

So, shortly after a year had passed, he finally let you into his good graces and it was like your life had exploded into color. There was never a dull moment with Tendo before, but after he agreed to a date it was like the faucet had gotten stuck on and there was nothing anyone could do to turn it off.

Everything Tendo did was done with some measure of erratic carelessness, right down to getting dressed in the morning. Dragging you along to games and on dates without asking was something you had grown used to. Seeing everything the way he did came later, when you reached the point in your relationship where your thoughts synced up and you knew what the other was thinking without even having to think.

It didn’t matter that it had been years since you first got together, you still received texts throughout the day that held no coherent meaning, but you understood nonetheless to mean I love you. Whether it was a phrase in the book he was reading for lit class or the way the sun reflected off the screen of his phone, if he was reminded of you you were sure to find out.

You still woke up in his arms every morning, long legs tangled with yours, drool at the corner of his mouth as he snored softly into your ear. It made no difference if you had gone to bed angry with one another, you always woke up surrounded by warmth and strong arms.

So why were you the only one who could see that?

“I’m sorry, baby. She clearly doesn’t know a good thing when she sees one, if she did that,” you said, a familiar phrase versed a hundred different ways every time he came home after a failed date.

Being completely honest, you had no idea why Tendo continued to agree to them. You admired him for persevering and not giving up, but his determination to try was somehow disheartening. Not that you were afraid he was trying to replace you, god knew that was the last thing on his mind, but you didn’t understand what he was aiming for. Even when you asked, he’d just shrug.

“Just playin’ the field, princess. No real reason.”

That obviously just wasn’t true, because otherwise he wouldn’t be so torn up over others’ judgments and assumptions.

His head fell to your shoulder, arms winding around your waist, releasing a long sigh into your neck. “Yeah, I know.”

It really didn’t sound like he knew, and he really didn’t feel like he knew either. The only thing he was sure of was you, the only constant good thing in his life. Besides Ushiwaka and volleyball and apparently Bokuto, but those just weren't the same.

The couch shifted beside you once again and you lost your balance. Only Bokuto’s hand at your back kept you upright, and you paused to readjust. Tendo followed suit, moving around you like a jellyfish until you were settled into Bokuto’s side, his head resting on your lap as you continued to stroke his hair.

The opening scene to The Hills Have Eyes played on the TV, the tub of ice cream Bokuto had spent 15 minutes getting out of the freezer thawing on the table beside three spoons.

“Everybody ready for some scares?” Bokuto asked, slinging his arm around your shoulders. This was new territory for him. While the three of you would sometimes spend time together studying or hanging out with friends, a whole date night was something that had never come up. Especially not after a backfired date. Usually if that happened Bokuto would book it at your request, leaving you to clean up the pieces of your partner.

Tendo hummed, his sleepy eyes half-closed, long fingers intertwined with yours on your thigh, almost touching Bokuto’s. You pressed play on the movie and silence lapsed as the opening credits played, Bokuto opening the tub of ice cream and digging out a spoonful. He offered it to you, and you giggled around the mouthful, way too big for you. Tendo looked up and smiled a little in response to the sound and sat up, receiving a spoonful in his face as well.

Taking it like a champ, he swallowed it before saying, “I’ll be right back. Gonna go change.”

The light in the bedroom flicked on and you paused the movie while Bokuto took a bite, tempted to get up and follow after him. But he was lightning quick and settled back down beside you before you could make a decision, pressing play once again.

Bokuto slid his arm from around your shoulders when Tendo pulled you in close, nuzzling his nose into your hair. The rain still thundered outside, indicating a long and miserable walk home if he wanted to leave. Which, being honest, he didn’t. He liked being with you and Tendo and, though he couldn’t tell for sure, thought Tendo liked having him around too. At least, he assumed that because he assumed everyone liked having him around.

Can’t be wrong if he isn’t aware of it, right?

It more than surprised him-- even though he was casually watching from the corner of his eyes-- when you leaned back into his side, Tendo’s elbows digging into his ribs from the combined weight of both of you. Tendo’s face was still hidden in your neck, and he didn’t shy away from the contact, while your head tilted at a very awkward angle to meet his eye, giving him a sly smirk.

Maybe Bokuto wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was being.

Which was absolutely true, it had just taken you awhile to figure out if Tendo would be okay with it. Also, if asked, you would swear it was Tendo who had pushed you into him, and he wouldn’t deny it either.

Tendo wasn’t unaware of Bokuto at all. The former ace of Fukurodani-- and current ace of his college team-- was hard to miss. Frosted spiky tips, sharp yellow eyes that appeared scary until he opened his mouth and said something utterly stupid, an easygoing personality and muscles for days were all things Tendo could appreciate. That he made you happy was just a really, really amazing bonus and was one of the reasons he liked Bokuto in the first place.

The other reason being, of course, that he didn’t treat Tendo like an outsider when they first met. Nothing about his strange appearance or name had troubled him and, if anything, seemed to draw Bokuto to him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why at first, but he liked Bokuto right from the start. It was a lot like how he had latched onto Ushiwaka when they first met and assumed it was just his open acceptance of him.

You later pointed out that it was because the two of them were too similar. “Two chaotic entities occupying the same space. Thank god you get along or you’d destroy the world,” you had said when he brought it up to you. That had made him laugh hard enough to cry, but it also seemed to fit the way the others viewed them when they got together.

“Oh god everyone run, they’re together again.”

“Someone call _____ or they’re gonna burn the mall down.”

Etc., etc., he couldn’t remember what else they’d said. Not that it mattered, because when he was with the both of you he felt right.

And when you had started dating Bokuto, he hadn’t been bothered because it still felt right. Until he realized that the two of you would probably want some alone time and he found himself with a lot of free time-- and doubts. Unable to process those doubts-- his mind was always too muddled and on the go to really nail down a problem-- he settled on finding his own second partner, hoping that doing so would calm his erratic thoughts.

And that obviously did not work because every time he tried to go out, he would end up interrupting your date with Bokuto. Even though you said it was fine and never seemed angry, it seemed like his attempts to give you a little bit of range were backfiring, and every time he wondered if this was going to be the night that you let him have it.

“What, ‘Tori?” you asked, breaking your eye contact with Bokuto to look down at the red head in your arms. You could hear him muttering something that sounded vaguely like an apology, but it was muffled by the sound of the TV and his face hidden in your neck.

Bokuto looked curious when you looked back up at him, brows quirked in confusion and a question in your eyes. You looked adorable, and he snickered into his hand. He could never take anything too seriously, after all and, even though you looked concerned it was outweighed by the cuteness factor.

“I--” Tendo started, drawing both of your attention. He pulled back, kneeling up between your legs and scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry, you know. For always interrupting your dates. I’ve been trying to give you some space but it just seems like it happens more when I do. It really isn’t intentional.”

The childlike fear as he looked anywhere but at the two of you would have been amusing if he didn’t sound so nervous. Instead it just broke your heart that he thought he had to remove himself to make you happy. Of course, that was typical of Tendo. If you weren’t getting it from him, he thought it meant you didn’t need him around.

You really should’ve noticed sooner. Tendo had never dated around before you started seeing Bokuto. It was so obvious to you now, after it had already been explained to you, and you cursed yourself.

Before you could say anything, Bokuto’s laughter broke the silence and two sets of eyes whipped around to him. His hand covered his eyes as his shoulders shook, the sound somehow both light and condescending and you weren’t sure what it meant.

When he finally looked back up, he was staring directly at Tendo.

“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be so observant you sure are oblivious sometimes. We never said we didn’t want you around. You just went off and assumed that was the case. Did you consider we might want you here?” he asked, resting his cheek on his curled fist, vivid yellow eyes locked on vermillion.

Tendou sank down a little, hands resting on your knees, but he couldn’t look away from Bokuto. “I don’t know. I guess I never really did.”

Bokuto finally broke eye contact just to roll them, a single, fluid motion that you couldn’t hope to do in a million years. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be so good at reading people, you really are oblivious.”

“You said that already. You’ve been hanging out with Kuroo too much. Do you even know what oblivious means?” Tendo asked, his voice lighter than it had been all night. It suddenly felt like his dark world had exploded with light and color, returning to him his happiness.

“No, but did I use it right?” Bokuto asked, leaning forward and it was like a switch flipped and all three of you were laughing, pure and unadulterated, until tears streamed down your cheeks and you had to stop for fear that you’d die because you couldn’t breathe.

You had ended up with your head in Bokuto’s lap as you wiped your tears away, Tendo having fallen down to lay his on your stomach while he took in wheezy breaths. Bokuto was the last to stop laughing, his arm tossed over his eyes while he gasped for air.

Carding your fingers through Tendo’s soft locks, you asked, “So does this mean you’ll stop going out with all these people that don’t know what they’ve got, Sato? I can’t stand seeing you hurting because of them. And all because you think you need to give me space. As if you’ve given me an ounce since we started dating.”

Tendou laughed lightly again, his eyes closing as he traced patterns into the skin of your stomach, exposed where your shirt had ridden up while you were rolling around.

I love you.

Mine.

My sunshine.

Those were just a few of the things he thought of you on a daily basis, the most prevalent in his mind when your face flashed in his mind-- which was a very frequent occurrence, if he was being honest. If Tendo didn’t think about you at least once every ten minutes, he considered his day wasted. Which doubled if he added Bokuto into the mix, and he did. Often.

You giggled, wiggling a little as it tickled, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he started to actually tickle you, pinning your hips down so you couldn’t get away.

Two more hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling them away from where you were tugging at Tendo’s hair and smacking his arms and back, trying to get him to stop, and you wailed in despair. “This isn’t fair. Stop, stop please, I’m gonna--”

God if that begging didn’t sound awfully familiar. You sounded just like you did when he didn’t stop fucking you after you’d came.

Oops.

Tendo was the first to notice, his hand grazing over the hard tent in Bokuto’s shorts, and he stopped short to stare first at it then up at him. You didn’t notice that the tickling had stopped for a moment, stomach still tensed and ready for it to continue. When you finally opened your eyes, you found the two of them locked in a steady gaze and were confused by the sudden intensity.

“Can you blame me? Did you hear the sounds she was makin’? I mean, that was hot as fuck,” Bokuto said with a shrug and your cheeks flushed hot as you realized what he meant.

“Well it wasn’t my fault,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. You weren’t really upset and they both knew it, now grinning at each other. It wasn’t exactly what either of them thought would happen tonight but were either of them going to complain?

The hands that wrapped around your upper arms and tugged you up said no, and so did the hands that skimmed up your sides tickling as they pushed your shirt up. And what were you going to say, trapped between two of the most gorgeous men you could imagine? It was a literal dream come true-- you had dreamt about it on more than one occasion and woken up in a heated sweat.

Tendo liked those nights, even if he didn’t know the reason behind it.

Lifting your arms above your head, you let Bokuto pull your shirt off over your head, leaving your breasts to Tendo’s heated lips wrapping around your nipple. A familiar hand cupped your other breast, pinching and rolling that nipple between rough and calloused fingers and you craned your neck back.

Bokuto instantly knew what you wanted, his lips colliding with yours and swallowing the little gasps that had been leaving your lips. He didn’t know what kind of lover Tendo was, but you had certainly never complained about him, and wondered how their styles would mix.

Fingers wrapped around his, pulling his hand from your breast and he snatched it away, using it to cup your chin instead. The hand that had been on your hip, holding you steady, replaced the breast Tendou had just abandoned, occupying the wet, sensitive bud with his fingers. Your back was arched away from his chest, moaning into his mouth as he tasted you.

Tendou had engulfed your other nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue as he rubbed your pussy outside the fabric of your shorts.

“No panties, huh, princess?” he asked, hot breath ghosting over your wet nipple and making you shiver. The shorts hid none of the wetness you were leaking, the smooth fabric feeling rough against your clit and you trembled as Bokuto’s breath hit your ear.

“Were you plannin’ to have your way with me tonight, kitten? Thought I’d fuck this pretty pussy before Satori came home?” he whispered, nipping the shell sharply while he pinched your nipple.

You jerked in his hold when Tendo kissed the soft flesh of your inner thighs, not even realizing he’d gotten down there until you felt his teeth. He nuzzled the area now sporting a red mark, taking in the smell of your coconut body wash, hands sliding up over your hips and hooking in the waistband of your shorts. When they were off, he gave you just one long, slow lick up your slick folds before he pulled back.

“Get on your knees, princess,” he commanded as he shed his own shirt, lanky torso flexing and stretching as he pulled it over his head. While you followed his order, he and Bokuto undressed, shedding clothes and dropping them right next to the couch.

You inhaled sharply through your nose when Bokuto settled back down behind you, the hard length of his cock poking between your legs, grazing your wet outer lips. His hands roamed over your torso, taking a handful of your tits and squeezing your hips until Tendo settled in front of you, and for the first time they paused, looking at each other over your shoulder.

Bokuto reacted first, beckoning to Tendo with his finger, who leaned closer to your shoulder. You automatically shifted out of the way, hands coming to rest on his arm and chest to balance yourself.

The first kiss was hesitant and soft, testing the water to see if it was what they wanted. It was, Tendo’s chapped lips parting to glide across Bokuto’s soft ones-- the result of religious use of chapstick. He responded instantly, tongue poking out to meet Tendo’s and you could feel the reaction in the way they squeezed you tighter, until one of Tendo’s hands left, carding his fingers through Bokuto’s limp grey locks.

The taste of ice cream lingered on their tongues when they pulled apart, pupils blown wide with a newfound lust for each other, wide eyes locked. Definitely new territory, as Tendo had never managed to snag a date with another man before.

Not that he had tried particularly hard-- he just didn’t try to date anyone, until you.

And now here he was, making out with Bokuto of all people. Wild.

Bokuto was the first to turn his attention back to you, distracted by the way your hips moved, gliding your slick folds along his cock. He sighed into your neck, kissing and licking the juncture of your shoulder as he began to rock his to meet yours, applying more pressure to your clit.

Your little hitched gasps and pants were music to their ears, Bokuto whispering against your skin, “You’re so wet for us, kitten. Did that turn you on? You’re dripping all over my cock.”

“How do we want her?” Tendo asked, sliding his cock in beside Bokuto’s, and you shivered as they talked about what they wanted to do to you.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna take this pretty ass. How does that sound, beautiful?” he asked low into your ear. His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of your ear and sparks flew down your spine.

Tendo smirked when your lips parted, looking up at him with wide eyes. Leaning over you, he grazed his lips over yours, laughing in his throat at the way you followed after him, seeking more. “You gotta tell him what you want, princess. Is that okay with you?”

You nodded, a low whine leaving your lips. “Yes, Ko, please that sounds so good.”

The slow movements over your slit stopped, the heat of his cock receding to be replaced with long, lithe fingers, and you instantly recognized them as Tendo’s. “And how does it sound if I fuck this pretty pussy, princess? You want both of us inside you at once?”

Once again you nodded, fingers tightening and nails digging into Tendo’s upper arm as his fingers probed inside of you, stretching your walls around two at once. You were already so wet you didn’t even flinch, moaning his name as Bokuto’s warmth disappeared from your back.

Heavy footsteps receded, barely noticed in your pleasured state, but Tendo watched over your shoulder as he stomped, proudly naked, down the hall into the bedroom. There was some rustling, like he was rifling through something, before he appeared again, bottle in hand.

Tendo knew it was there, but wasn’t something he’d bought nor used very often. But when he found it one day and asked, he’d hardened instantly when you told him Bokuto was more of an ass man than a pussy man. The filthy way you said that had led to several rounds in bed, during which he found out just why Bokuto liked it so much.

The snap of the plastic cap fell on deaf ears as Tendo continued to plunge his fingers into your tight heat, thumb circling over your clit with every thrust. You were practically dripping down his wrist and he knew when Bokuto had started by the way you clenched down on his fingers, a surprised gasp leaving your lips.

Behind you, Bokuto pressed his slicked up finger to your tight entrance, circling and massaging until you were wet enough to slide into. You squeezed down around him, a small, needy whine filling his ears while you fell forward into Tendou’s chest. Your fingernails bit into his skin, leaving angry crescent marks and you tried to focus on the feel of three fingers pumping in and out of you, gathering up your slick wetness and stretching you open.

A second finger pressed into your ass, scissoring just enough to feel mindblowing, while a third slid into your pussy and just thinking about how many fingers were fucking you was enough to send thrills of pleasure to your toes.

“God, princess, you look so beautiful,” Tendo whispered, his eyes narrowed as he watched your lips part and your skin turn pink. Each moan made his cock throb, dripping precum and aching to be inside you, but he would wait until Bokuto was ready. All he could think about was the whines and moans you would give them as they both filled you up at the same time, fluttering around them with no way to escape. Not that you would try-- you were practically begging them already, your pretty lips open and shiny as you licked them.

He leaned over to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth and nipping, eliciting another moan from you.

Or maybe it was Bokuto that did that, a third slicked up finger probing into you, intensifying the stretch as he opened your ass up to be able to take his cock. He knew exactly how much you needed, how much you could take, and he couldn’t wait until you were ready to swallow him up. He could feel Tendo’s fingers bumping against his as they thrust inside of you in tandem, the sounds of your slick pussy and ass making his mouth water.

The pads of Tendo’s fingers were rough, brushing against the soft spot inside of you in time with your clit and you could steadily feel your orgasm closing in, moaning into his mouth as your nails dug into his shoulder. It was one thing to cum around a toy while Bokuto fucked your ass-- it was quite another to cum around his fingers while Tendou fingered your cunt and you tricked yourself into your orgasm with the thought, crying and whining against his lips while your thighs trembled with the urge to snap closed. Your hips rocked, unable to escape their assault, Bokuto spreading his fingers more before easing them out of you.

They were replaced with the head of his dripping cock, throbbing with need and more than ready to feel you wrapped around him.

Tendo followed suit, lining himself up with your dripping hole, dragging his tip up and down your sensitive slit and feeling you quiver. He smirked down at you, vermillion eyes half lidded in amused pleasure, and took in your blissed out, blank expression.

The snap of the lube bottle caught his attention again, followed by the sounds of Bokuto fucking his own hand, lubing his cock up. He wiped his fingers off on his shirt, mindless of the fact that he’d need to wear it later.

While you waited, Tendo decided to make use of your mouth. Sliding the fingers still covered in your essence between your parted lips, he commanded, “Suck.”

Your plump lips immediately wrapped around them, tongue laving and teeth grazing the pad, staring up at him with the widest, most innocent expression you could manage. He could see right through it.

“You ready, kitten? I can’t wait anymore. Need to feel you,” Bokuto said, a low groan riding in his throat as he nudged his tip into you, just waiting for you to give the okay, and Tendo slid his fingers from between your lips.

“Ko, fuck yes. Give me your cock,” you moaned, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his hair.

His lips parted against your shoulder, a shaky breath of air puffing over your skin as he followed your command. You trembled and moaned in his hold as he slid into you, his cock stretching you further still even after all the prepping he did with his fingers. Your ass offered little resistance, giving into his throbbing cock and you whined, toes curling in pleasure until he was seated deep inside you.

Tendou gave you one warning nudge before he pushed inside your slick cunt, splitting your pussy open with a wet noise and a groan, your walls fluttering uselessly around him. Your eyes rolled back, thoughts nonexistent beyond Ohfuckohfuckohfuck, until his hips met yours and stilled.d

Both men’s breathing was erratic, fingers white knuckled on your hips and sides, squeezing tight enough that they were going to leave marks come the morning, not that any of you cared. All you could focus on was the incredibly full feeling, their cocks twitching every time you fluttered around them.

Bokuto released another stuttery moan, the first to thrust slowly in and out of you, testing to make sure you could take it. When all you did was moan, tugging his hair and arching your back into Tendo, he cursed, rough hands sliding up over your ribs and cupping your tits. Your hips stuttered when he pinched your nipples, keening in the back of your throat. “What a slut, taking us so easily like this. How do we feel, kitten? You’re so tight, squeezing around me. Gonna cum in this pretty ass tonight.”

You couldn’t think of a coherent response, whimpering out only a raspy, “So good, so big, feels so good, Ko.”

Tendo tentatively rolled his hips as well, watching your eyes flutter and roll, lips parting as you cried out, both of them stuffing themselves inside you at the same time. The only thing you could do was hold on, your head tilted back on Bokuto’s shoulder as they picked up their erratic pace, not setting a solid one and you couldn’t figure out if they were doing it on purpose or not, but it was working. Sometimes they were both buried deep inside of you, sometimes they synced up so that only one of them was in you at a time, but they kept a tight hold on your tits and hips, keeping you from taking control.

The sloppy sounds of their thrusts into your wet holes overshadowed the movie still playing in the background, only getting louder the faster they pounded into you. Tendo bucked up, grinding deep into you, the coarse curls at the base of his shaft tickling your clit while the head of his cock kissed your cervix, and a sharp jolt of pleasure careened through you.

Both reacted, hard cocks jerking inside of you, and Tendo repeated the motion on the next thrust and you called his name like a plea, nails dragging down the back of his neck. A string of babbles left your lips, their names mixed with cries for more, harder, deeper. They gave you as much as they could, cocks slamming in and out of you as fast as their muscles would allow, the wet slap of their hips against yours a constant sound on top of the ones leaving your lips.

Abandoning your breast, one of Bokuto’s hands slid down, grazing Tendo’s flexing abs to cup your clit, rubbing rough circles around it and you flinched, the already intense pleasure overwhelming.

You came around them with no other warning than a sharp cry, surprising them and they hilted inside you at the same time, turning your cry into a scream, back taut and eyes clenched tightly closed. White flooded your brain, vaguely aware of the hearted moans in your ears as they came, warmth filling you, and their stiff cocks throbbing inside of you.

For a moment afterwards, none of you moved, too focused on the rapid pace of your heart and your erratic breathing. Sweat covered your skin, covering the lovebites and scratch marks you had each left behind on each other. Bokuto’s face was hidden in your shoulder, his chest heaving against your back with uneven breaths, and Tendou’s forehead rested on yours, eyes closed as he too fought to regain his breath.

Bokuto was the first to speak, a broken and huffy, “Wow*.”

You laughed, lacing your fingers between his and squeezing. “Wow is not enough to describe that. You need to expand your vocabulary.”

Tendo huffed at your antics, his sweet breath fanning across your face as he said, “That was absolutely min dblowing. Exquisite. Fantastic. Do any of those work?”

“Much better,” you answered, and almost fell back as Bokuto stood up off the couch. Your legs were too wobbly to hold yourself up properly, and his hand on your back guided you to sit down. You could feel the mess seeping from between your legs and cringed at the idea of getting it all over the couch. Looking up to Bokuto, you said, “I need to go to the bathroom and clean up. Um, help?”

With a laugh, he pulled you up by the hand and lifted you into his arms, carrying you down the hall to the bathroom. You could hear Tendo cackling from the couch at your annoyed whining, smacking Bokuto’s hard muscles. Not that you were really upset, it was just embarrassing that your legs literally refused to work.

After a session in which you got a bit dirtier before you got clean, you were bundled up on the couch again, splayed out over Bokuto’s broad chest while Tendo was squeezed in behind you. His arm was draped over your side, idly tracing patterns into Bokuto’s skin-- as he had neglected to put on a shirt-- his head resting on his shoulder.

You had foregone the previous movie and moved onto The Grudge, the melted ice cream thrown back into the freezer in hopes of salvaging it. Tendo was gonna be pissed if it wasn’t.

Your eyes fluttered shut, half-listening to Bokuto and Tendo’s quiet conversation over your head.

“So, we were gonna go to Tokyo for break. Kuroo and Kenma are going for a gaming convention and invited us along. Akaashi is going too. I know you said you didn’t want to come, but maybe that’s changed?” Bokuto asked, his fingers petting over your wet hair. In the glare from the TV, he could see the insecurity return to Tendo’s eyes, though he tried not to show it.

“Are you sure? I wasn’t gonna go because I was trying to give the two of you--”

The steady rhythm over your hair stopped and your eyes fluttered open for a moment, locking onto the TV. The Grudge was in the corner, staring down at the old woman, making that awful noise, and you shut them again, trying to block out the sound with your partners’ voices.

Bokuto had covered Tendo’s mouth with his hand, cutting him short before he could finish saying “space.”

“It’s the three of us now, if you want it to be. And yes, we want you to go. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t. You need to stop being so hard on yourself, Sa-toh-ri,” he said, repeating the name the way Tendou had so many times on the court.

He hadn’t realized Bokuto was listening to him that closely and flushed with warmth.

“Alright, sure. It sounds like fun. Do you know what they’re doing?”

The sounds of the TV and their voices faded, a smile adorning your face as you fell asleep to the knowledge that Tendo had finally realized he was good enough, if only for the right people. It was all you had wanted for him, and if Bokuto was the one to help him figure that out, it was all the better.

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Better Together

Words: 2042 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Request: “Hello, favorite blog writer! :) I may also request a Bucky Imagine where maybe he's your Ex (breaking up cause of he doesnt want to get you in danger cause of the avengers) but he is lost without you and totally changed in the bad way, but you feel the same.. then one night he wants to leave the Avengers behind but Steves get you there and you convince him to stay while hes already on his bike.. then you talk, decide to give your love another chance annnd end up in bed :) hehe. THAAANK YOU DOLL” - Anon Summary: Steve Rogers comes knocking on Reader’s door in the middle of the night. He shows her a note from her Ex Bucky who plans on leaving the Avengers and starting a new life. Steve thinks Reader is the only one who can convince Bucky he’s already where he belongs.

You woke up in the middle of the night. You’d been tossing and turning most of it but that was nothing new. You’d been having trouble sleeping ever since he broke up with you. He said he was doing it to protects you. A part of you knew that his concerns were genuine. He always said he loved you and you could tell when you looked into his eyes that he meant it. Being the significant other of an Avenger had its risks. That was why Clint had kept his entire family secret, even from the rest of the team. There was plenty of news footage to act as proof of the dangers Tony had put Pepper in.

The only difference between you and Laura Barton or Pepper Potts, was that you knew what you’d signed up for. You didn’t know Bucky before the Winter Soldier. You’d only been a part of his journey after he tried to separate himself from that persona. It wasn’t as if you’d lived a normal life together for some time and then he happened to get invited to join at team that put the world at danger just as often as it saved it. But, just like the first time he’d told you he loved you, once Bucky decided to leave, there was no changing his mind.

It had been roughly three months since he’d left. He’d asked the others to stay away to help keep you safe, so when Bucky left most of your friends did too. They all had loved ones of their own and they knew they’d do anything to protect them. The team didn’t agree with Bucky’s decision, but they at least tried to respect it. You wished they had respected you enough to ask for your opinion instead of treating you like a child too fragile to handle yourself.

Your throat felt scratchy and dry. You decided to get up and get a drink of water. It wasn’t like you were going to be going back to sleep any time soon. You ambled into the kitchen letting loose a loud yawn. You rubbed your eyes and made your way over to the sink. You’d just been about to fill a glass with tap water when you heard a knock on your apartment door. Your eyes glanced over at the microwave. It was four in the morning.

“Who in the world…?” You abandoned your task at hand to peek through the peephole. Steve Rogers was standing in the hall. He and Sam were the only ones who didn’t abide by Bucky’s no contact rule. They both told you many times and on separate occasions that they were sure Bucky would come to his sense soon. You opened the door and motioned for Steve to step inside.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be awake.” He confessed as you closed the door behind him.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged. You folded your arms over your chest. “Shouldn’t you be at the compound pretending I don’t exist?”

“Probably.” Steve shrugged. “You know he’s just doing what he thinks is best.”

“Yeah, but you know that just because he thinks it’s best that doesn’t make it the only option, right?” You sighed.

“Believe me, I do. That’s why I’m here actually.” Steve confessed. “He’s leaving, [Y/N]. He packed all his things at the compound. He left me a note.” Steve handed over a piece of paper that looked like it had in fact been scratch across in Bucky’s impatient font. You looked down at the note and began to scan it quickly.

“Rogers, By the time you’re reading this, I’ll already be gone. Don’t bother trying to follow me. I appreciate everything you’ve tried to do for me over the years, but I need a fresh start, a real fresh start. You’ve been the best friend I could have ever asked for but this is the end of the line Pal. -Buck.”

“You have any idea where he may be going?” Steve questioned. You looked up at Captain America. His brows were knit together with worry. His lips were turned down into a frown that didn’t seem appropriate on the face on the Star-Spangled Man.

“Actually, yeah. Are you sure we should go after him, Steve? He seems pretty sure that this is what he wants.” You hesitated.

“Well, he seemed pretty sure that calling things off with you was what he wanted too.” Steve told you. “He’s been a mess without you, [Y/N]. He’s been second guessing every decision he’s made. He’s been short tempered. He doesn’t sleep well. He won’t talk with anyone unless it’s about work. I Think you’re the only one who can convince him to stay.”

“I couldn’t even convince him to stay with me, Steve.” You disagreed. “But maybe together we can prove to him that he’s better off with the team than he would be alone. I’ll get my coat.”

Steve programed the address you gave him into his car’s GPS. The directions led to a log cabin in Virginia that Bucky had purchased a few years ago. Steve parked his car in the driveway. It didn’t look like Bucky had arrived yet.

“I didn’t even know he had this place.” Steve gaped. “You’re sure this is where he’ll come?”

“This would be my best guess. It was supposed to be a secret. He got the idea from Clint.” You told him. “He wanted a place to hide in case he ever lost control again.”

“Why did he tell you about it?” Steve asked. He was clearly a little hurt that his lifelong best friend had trusted you with such a big secret.

“At the time, he told me that if he ever lost control again, I’d be the only one who would be able to pull him out of it. You think you can handle this?” You questioned.

“He’d do the same for me.” Steve said before getting out of the car. You followed after him, the two of you began to walk the perimeter of the house, looking for any indication that Bucky may have already been there and left. After only a few minutes you heard the familiar purr of a motorcycle. You turned a corner as Bucky cut the engine. Because it was still dark out, he didn’t see you or Steve at first. However, he certainly recognized his best friend’s vehicle.

“How the hell did you find me, Rogers?” Bucky mumble to himself.

“A little bird told me.” Steve confessed, He stepped closer to Bucky, which activated a motion sensor light above Bucky’s garage.

“That makes sense.” Bucky sighed when he saw you standing next to Steve.

“Can we talk?” You wondered, stepping closer to him.

“We have talked, [Y/N].” He answered. “I don’t have anything else to say. To you or him.” He nodded at Steve. He tried to walk past both of you towards his front door. You reached out for his wrist to stop him but you fingers only brushed against cool vibranium. He continued walking.

“Well, I do.” You called after him. That seemed to catch his attention briefly. He looked back at you over his shoulder.

“Do you remember what you said, when you took me here?” You called out to him.

“That was years ago. It was a different time, [Y/N].” He shook his head.

“It wasn’t so long ago, Buck.” You insisted, stepping closer. “You said you always wanted a place like this, away from the city. A quiet place to raise a family. You said you liked this house because it had potential, it gave you hope. Hope that we could have a brighter future together than your dark past.” You took another step closer to him and pointed to a large oak tree in the backyard. “You said that tree would be perfect for a tree house, handmade like your grandparents had at their house. The kind with a tire swing hung from a lower branch.”

“That was a pipe dream, [Y/N].” Bucky argued.

“It was more than that.” You insisted. “It was a future we can still have, together. We can be together, James. We can make this work. We can have the two point five kids with a tree house, a dog and a white picket fence, and in another thirty years we can have three rocking chairs out on the back deck enjoying the life we build. It won’t be easy, we’ll have to fight like hell, but you’ve given up too much to not get a happy ending.”

“Three chairs?” Bucky repeated.

“Yeah, when I picture us way older, Steve’s always there. I just want to be prepared in case he never marries and ends up living with us when he’s retired.” You explained. “You know I’ll age faster than you two, so I like to think that instead of remarrying the two of you grow old together. It sounds weird when I say it out loud.” You rolled your eyes. You could just make out the slightest hint of a smirk on Bucky’s face in the moonlight.

“So, in your fantasy reality where we end up together and you are presumably my wife, you envision my best friend living with us?” He chuckled.

“He’s family.” You shrugged. “What else would we do? Put him in a nursing home? Family takes care of each other, especially when they don’t know how to take care of themselves.”

“Alright, alright. Point taken.” You watched Bucky’s shoulders slump and he heaved a great sigh. “I’ll admit, I may have been acting a bit…irrational, the past few months. The truth is, none of this is how I pictured my life turning out. Sometimes I get into my own head and, it’s hard to love myself, so I can’t understand how anyone else would. I truly don’t deserve the two of you.”

“Nonsense,” Steve came to stand beside you. “There’s no one else on earth stubborn enough to track you down.”

“You know something, Rogers, I think you might be right.” Bucky smiled.

“[Y/N]’s right too, Buck. We’re family. We stand by each other. We fight together. Especially if that fight is against our own instincts.” Steve said.

“It’s pretty cold out here.” Bucky observed. “You guys want to come inside?”

“I think maybe the two of you need time to talk. Can you make sure she get’s home alright?” Steve questioned.

“She already is home. We’ve got it from here, Rogers.” Bucky assured him. “Thank you.”

“Till the end of the line.” Steve told him before walking back to his car.

“You have time to talk?” He asked you. Bucky started walking towards his front door.

“Yeah,” you nodded, following after him. “But truthfully Buck, I’m exhausted. I haven’t been sleeping great and Steve got me all full of adrenaline on the way over. Now that I know you’re okay, my body is finally starting to register that it’s five in the morning and I should be sleeping. Could I maybe crash on your couch and we can talk in the morning?”

You looked around realizing the house had hardly any furniture. The front door opened to an empty entry way. Bucky kicked his shoes off and left them in the middle of the floor. To your left was a living room with just an old big box TV & a couch. To the right, was a dining room, which was filled with bins and boxes, probably everything he’d moved from the Compound.

“I have a bed you know.” He offered as you took off your boots. “For you.” He added, I can sleep on the couch.

“Steve said you haven’t been sleeping well, you should take the bed. You need the rest.” You insisted.

“You said yourself that you’re having trouble sleeping.” Bucky reminded you.

“Yeah, didn’t realize how much I hated sleeping alone until you left.” You confessed.

“I know the feeling.” He chuckled. “Nearly called you that first night and begged you to take me back. Plenty of room for the two of us. We could both get a decent night’s sleep for the first time in months and we can figure out everything else in the morning.”

“Count me in.” You yawned.

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salt-warrior · 3 years

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WHEN EARTH TURNS TO ASHES

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Chapter Five: Human Error

"Mr. Crown!" Lights burned Kai's eyes as they shot open. His arms stung and his eyes were wet. He didn't recognize his bedroom— and maybe that was because it wasn't his bedroom. "Mr. Crown, wake up!"

Kai stared up at Iko, his nurse. Her golden eyes shone bright in contrast with her dark skin. Her blue braids bouncing as she skipped towards Kai.

"You lazy slug, wake up!" Iko shrieked, losing the formality. Kai longed for ear plugs. He wanted to sleep, but knew that it would be impossible with Iko freaking out.

"What do you want, Iko?" Kai rubbed at his eyes. His aura seemed distressed; he had had a bad dream. He knew from experience. But he could never seem to remember them when he woke up, leaving him to wonder what terrible torture his mind had come up with. Was it his mother? Was it drowning in the ocean? Had he been kidnapped? Kai would never know.

Iko rolled her eyes at him, but smoothed down his covers with a motherly sort of affection. Another pang in Kai's heart. "Mr. Crown, it's Selene." She didn't elaborate on her statement.

Panic like Kai had never felt burst from within. "What happened? Is she okay? What's going on?" Kai leapt from his bed, shoving the sheets into a whirlwind of mess. Iko grabbed him around the shoulders to stop him, and he winced. The burns he had weren't too bad, and the worst of it were on his forearms. However; it still hurt to have Nurse Iko's maniac grip digging into his tender pink flesh.

"Sorry!" Iko exclaimed. "I didn't mean to hurt you, but I need you to calm down. Let me explain." Kai sat, his hands twitching and heart hammering. "Selene is stable and ready for visitors. Do you want to–"

"Of course I want to see her! Let's go!" Kai hopped from the hospital bed as if it were on fire. He grabbed his nurse by the hand and she laughed, a beautiful rich sound, as he dragged her into the hallway.

Three wrong turns and five near collisions later, and Kai was standing in the severe burns ward outside of Selene's door. His heart hammered with excitement, but also nervousness. He began to fear what was on the other side of the door. How would she look after nearly being burned alive?

"Don't be scared." Iko squeezed Kai's hand comfortingly. He grimaced at her. "It's never pretty, but we've had a lot worse than her. She's lucky to have such amazing care. The skin transplant helped with the worst of it, Dr. Tanner and Dr. Benoit are the best of the best."

Kai nodded his head, turning the knob on the door at the same time. He felt hopeful but never released Iko's hand. She would have to be his anchor during this.

Immediately the stench of burned flesh beat Kai backwards. He felt sick, but continued forward. He stepped forward and saw the girl whom he had saved. Iko patted him on the back comfortingly before leaving him to check the monitor standing beside the bed. So much for being his anchor.

Selene's hair had been burned shorter in some parts, certain chunks only reached her shoulders. Bandages covered her skin, and through the sheer sheets Kai could tell that one leg ended a foot shorter than the other. Kai's own burns throbbed in empathy, and nausea clouded everything else from his senses. He needed to get out. He needed to be away from the reminder of his mistake.

Rushing from the room, Kai fell in the hallway, dry heaving. He covered his eyes, pressing his palms into the sockets hard. Iko came out of the room, kneeling beside him. She patted his back, telling him that it would all be okay, but Kai knew that it wouldn't. This was all of his fault. He needed to get out of the hospital before he lost it.

"Iko," Kai panted, unable to catch his breath. "Iko, I need a phone."

***

"It's all my fault." Kai wept into his hands, no longer caring about appearances. He was sitting in a twenty-four hour service café with Thorne, swirling a mug of cocoa with a spoon. He had called Thorne after seeing the damage his slow actions had caused. Thorne had come immediately, not caring that it was six in the morning—which was true friendship.

Thorne set down his own mug of coffee, rubbing his eyes. "Kai, buddy, this was not your fault." Thorne rarely called Kai by his first name.

"But it was!" Kai threw his hands in the air. A sob escaped him, and he didn't even care as the few waiters and waitresses stared at him. "I was stupid, and left her there to burn. I may as well have lit her on fire or chopped her leg off. I did this to her!"

"If you really believe that, then you're stupid." Thorne picked up a bagel and munched on it, as though he didn't have a single care in the world. "She doesn't deserve what happened to her, but it's not your fault, Kai. Aces, it wasn't even that Levana characters' fault. No one could have helped this situation."

Kai hiccuped and stared at his own blueberry muffin with disdain. He didn't have much of an appetite after all he had seen. "But I could have gotten to her before the fire started. I should have gone to her first. I could have–"

"Okay, let's clear up the could-have-would-have-should-have's, okay?" Thorne put up a hand to stop Kai's rant. "You're not superman. You're not Mr. Incredible. You are human, and with that comes human error. You don't get to be perfect, and if the girl blames you for what happened, that's her problem."

"But I could have done better." Kai whimpered.

Thorne sighed, slightly annoyed. "Okay, here's a different analogy. You're Batman." Kai perked up a bit; Batman was his all-time favorite superhero. "In The Dark Knight the Joker kidnaps both Rachel and Harvey. Batman wanted to save Rachel— he should have, but he was tricked. He saved Harvey instead, and felt terrible about it forever and never forgave himself."

"Yes, it would have made more sense to save Selene first, but you were in shock. You went for the other person—your brain tricked you— and Selene got hurt because of it. The whole ordeal sucks, but you can't change the past. You might as well stop beating yourself up over it, because it's never going to change."

Kai bit his lip and nodded. Thorne's speech made him feel a little bit better, but not much. His guilt ate at his insides, but Thorne was right; you couldn't change the past. But he could make the future, and he could still help Selene.

"I think..." Kai picked at his muffin absentmindedly. "I think I'm going to try and contact her Foster Family. See if I can find anyone who knew her. I don't want her to be alone. " Kai's voice cracked on the last word. He didn't know what it felt like to be completely alone. He always had his father and Thorne and Torin and dozens of other people who would look after him. He had the world, and this girl didn't even have a thought from another person. She deserved to have the love of her family or someone who knew and loved her.

"That's an excellent idea, but I thought the family didn't want anything to do with her." Thorne reasoned, stealing Kai's muffin. He ate half of it in a single bite, and Kai stared in awe. Thorne, as always, was the pessimist. Kai would just have to talk to them. How could anyone refuse to help another person after they nearly died?

Determination swelled within Kai's heart. He had a goal, and when his mind was set, he could accomplish anything. "I'll make them come to reason."

***

The casket was too large for someone so small. The day was too bright for something so sad. Not enough people had come to say goodbye to a person so wonderful. Everything was wrong, and Selene couldn't do anything about it.

Flowers rested in abundance around the grave. Selene wished that she could change the past. She wanted to save her sister, but it was too late— it was all her fault.

She should have called for help sooner, but the shock of the entire situation had thrown her off. If she had only payed more attention. If only her senses hadn't frozen up. If only she could have saved the girl who had treated her like family.

"Why are you even here?" Selene spun around. Her gaze was met by her other sister. She looked down. "You're the reason why she's dead. You killed her." Pearl Linh snarled at Selene viciously. Her heart twinged, knowing that she was right.

"I– I just w-wanted to say goodbye." Selene stuttered, pushing down the tears. Pearl herself didn't look upset, but that may have just been the anger consuming her features. "I loved her just the same as you."

Pearl scoffed. "Please, you don't even know what love is." She bared her teeth like she was going to bite Selene. "How could you? No one has ever loved you. That's why no family would keep you for more than a couple of months." The words were like a knife in the gut. They were confirmation of all that Selene had always thought.

No one had ever wanted Selene. She wasn't a troublemaker— or at least she didn't try to be. Trouble just seemed to follow her in the form of a ghost, and people seemed to have a hard time accepting that. The Foster Homes were hard, but constantly jumping from place to place for over ten years was rough on a person.

"I would feel bad for you, but I can now I can see why no one would ever want you. You're a horrible, cruel monster. You killed my little sister— and for what? She never asked for it. She was only a child, but you killed her." Pearl grabbed Selene with both hands, digger her nails ravenously into Selene's arms and breaking the skin. "You're a monster; incapable of love and never to be loved. I hope you're happy, because you're never going to have anyone. You'll die alone someday, and no one will ever mourn your death."

Blood pooled from tiny crescents in Selene's skin. Pearl tilted her head at the marks, smirking in appreciation of her work, before walking off to join her parents. Selene didn't even wipe the blood away, because she knew; she deserved all the pain in the world.

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Of Heaven and Fire Chapter 13

Shit about to hit the fan. *light’s molotov cocktail with a sparkler* I’m sorry in advance.

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Of Heaven and Fire

Part 13

You woke with a start, disturbing your sisters who had climbed into bed with you because they had missed you dearly and practically slept on top of you but they were deep sleepers and they only stirred but didn’t wake. It was early dawn and your dream had you wanting to scream your lungs out and breathe fire as you would too.

Your chest was heaving and your throat felt like you were being strangled and you couldn’t stop the streaming tears down your cheeks as your breasts were hurting and tender while your gut was in knots while your body was on edge and drenched in sweat.

You had a nightmare you couldn’t understand or make out. Like it was a bunch of snippets of memories scrunched up, knotted and folded and pinned together and it didn’t make any sense but the overwhelming feelings of betrayal and rejection ran deep and cut you like a thousand knives through your flesh down to your very bones and even though your mouth was dry, the taste of bile and blood was drenching your tongue and the only cure to it, was to eat that damn berry from “Zirvush’s tree” and without even thinking about it, you climbed out of bed and got into your satchel and got the berry and quickly scarfed it before your sense could stop you and instantly you were put into a trance and you realized...you were in a different realm.

“Finally, you’ve come to me.” A fae man, dressed in the grandiose and gaudy royal attire who’s crown was twice as big as his head- greeted cheerfully as you seemed to be put into his court, a fae court that while naturalistic, still held profound gravatas as you got your bearings and stood up and looked around.

“Who are you?” You asked wearily.

“His holiness, Prince Zirvush Matae.” He bowed with extreme flourish.

“So you’re the thief.” You leveled as your eyes narrowed.

“No, no thief, but definitely a being worth worshiping since compared to such simple and fragile and if I may be so bold as to remind you- profoundly mortal creatures from your realm, I’m practically a god.” He purred as he circled you like vulture as he drank you in like a fine wine with his eyes as you just huffed through your nose indignantly.

“Such a fiery spirit for such a lovely creature, it burns so brightly in your eyes. But your face is clearly that of heaven. No wonder all those mortals are half in love with you with just a glance, I know I am. They would be that way even if they all weren’t under a spell to love you at the first sight of you.” He prodded.

“What?” You asked, your heart dropping into your stomach.

“Yes, you have many spells cast over you right now, from the orc shaman, to the mountain moura seer, to the priests in the heavens, to the very water dragons in the sea, those poor guys didn’t stand a chance.” He laughed. A sardonic sound if you ever heard one.

“I broke the ones from the orc shaman.” You insisted.

“Oh no you didn’t.” He shook his head dismissively.

“Yes I did, I have the shackles myself because Suriel tore them off!” You argued.

“Two of the many. It would take no less than a dozen orc spells to really take any hold on a magnificent moura like yourself, especially as one as diverse and gifted as yourself. Look at you, you’ve only known that orc a month and you’re ready to marry him and bear his children- a thought you detested a month ago. Seems a bit odd doesn’t it? Especially to a being who moves in time frames of decades. Orcs move fast, they have to- the violent things- such short lifespans, every time I blink I see new generations. Everything orcs touch either gets consumed or destroyed or both. And you’ve already been consumed, it’s just a matter of time before you get destroyed.” He taunted.

“Brock would never…” you shook your head in disbelief.

“Yet when I showed you your future with him, it woke you out of sound sleep and you thought it was a nightmare. It was a prophetic vision is what it was. Let your heart stay on that brute and the vision will define itself more clearly and all those wrinkles and folds will smooth out, just you wait and watch. Fight it- and it gets worse, accept it- and you’ll resign yourself to a heartache that you can’t fathom yet. Just wait.” He promised and your whole soul became agitated at his words and any argument died in your throat before you could speak.

“However it doesn’t have to be that way. Choose me and I’ll make you a proper goddess, one worshiped and revered till the end of time. There will be alters to you in every temple complex the world over in every realm there is and your own temples to house your alters will rival all others in grand magnificence and richness, not to mention power. Because you’ll be the goddess of justice, peace and prosperity. And I can give you the power to fulfill all the wishes of those who pray to you.” He offered.

“I don’t want to be a goddess.” You shook your head no.

“Ha! That’s a lie. You don’t mind one bit how your suitors worship the ground you walk on- even now, how they are bending over backwards to get you everything you could ever want. How you’re using them even now to serve you and your interests or should I say Brock’s interests which you’ve adopted as your own, even now those clans are making you their patron goddess of reunion, rebirth and prosperity. And I know for a fact that you don’t mind at all how Brock worships you in private, if anything your whorish soul relishes it.” He practically moaned in your ear as the hairs on your neck and arms raised as you fought the chill that gave you.

“You stay the fuck…” You began to hiss.

“Out of it?” He guessed with a giggle that was worse than any vacuous girl with nothing but sex on her brain.

“Really, the choices are really all up to you. If you pick Ralitor, you’ll grow incredibly old with boredom in his ever blissfully peaceful kingdom and it won’t matter how many dresses you’ll have made or how much sex you partake in, you’ll grow numb. Pick Oriles, and you’ll grow monstrously large in the depths, to the point you’ll be unrecognizable to your family and a monster to the very clans you’ve befriended. Your grandmother will feel like a guppy compared to you. Pick that prick Bedhu and you’ll just be another slave in his house as your canal will grow so loose with birthing so many children to the point that even Bedhu will feel like having sex with you is like throwing his sausage down a hallway. Pick Cordene and you won’t even have room to breathe because of how suffocating and smothering he is. His jealousy will consume you both. Suriel however is your best shot at what you really want. Because isn’t all you want is to be loved and cherished by one man? Who knows you as well as he does respect and reverence. Who adores your strengths and forgives your shortcomings and who balances you? Who completes you and who answers the question of- if there’s a soul mate? Because he will. But it’s just too bad he’s destined to fall in love with your sister since she’s his soul mate and she his- but he’s so blinded by you, he can’t see it and won’t see it until it’s too late. And even now, Yaviane is having jealousy eat her alive and resentment dig it’s roots down deep because you have all these suitors who all seem to love you yet you don’t really love any of them, not even Brock, as desperate as you are to be so. But I’m sure you’ve figured it out that if I break these spells, all those orcs in Drauch and Vraum will fall right out of the skies to their deaths.” He concluded as you felt a little vindicated as your own suspicion was correct.

“So, because you are so incredibly pretty and fiery and that perfect balance between heaven and fire and because I’m feeling generous, I’ll do you the biggest favor ever even though you want to burn me to ash as we speak, which is so incredibly entertaining.” He continued to giggle with delight.

“l’ll wane all of these spells over the course of two weeks. By then, your suitors’ eyes will be opened and their hearts will be freed from their attempts to join their hearts with yours, but I’ll still incline their hearts to make good on what they’ve already offered to you so that their dignity, reputation and honor are intact along with your own and all of them will have an air of goodwill towards you, your family, your colony as well as the other competitors and they’ll even be in alliance with one another.” He offered.

“In exchange for what?” You asked wearily.

“That you accept me as the god I am and leave things in the colony the way they are now.” He urged you.

“And what, pray tell- would it take for Brock to get his moura cloak collar back?” You furthered. “Oh he’ll get it back when he leaves Suchi for the final time, never to return- along with you choosing a life partner, any life partner other than him. Because if you do choose him, the council will have no choice but to expose him and his clan’s shaman for their crimes and they will all be prosecuted to the fullest degree. Not only in the mountain moura courts but in every court all over the world and neither they or their clans will ever know this peace that you’ve fought so hard to bring to them.” He threatened.

“And if they dare go that far- I will also expose each and every single one of them to the point that they will lose all power and respect and face in everyone’s eyes, I will rip the heavens themselves down and and bring hell itself up from it’s depths to destroy everything they’ve ever built brick by brick if I have to because whatever they’ve built deserves to fall if it’s built on lies. deception and corruption and I’ll make sure each and every single one of their sins will be known to everyone living on the face of the planet and they will be known as intimately and thoroughly as everyone knows their alphabet and I’ll start with your alter and I’ll burn that tree to ash and nothing will ever grow in it’s place.” You snarled angrily.

“Even if your own sins are given the same treatment?” He returned calmly as you could see his devious nature in his eyes and the wickedness in the curve of his grin. You wanted to punch it off.

“I take it you’re talking about my own manipulations via sex? Of course.” You started laughing a bit mockingly yourself. “Men in every realm will use a woman’s sex as a tool to either liberate her to their bedrooms or condem her to shame after she leaves it. You or even they think I’ll be too afraid of the possibility that Brock won’t want me if he knows I’ve laid with others? Or that my parents will feel ashamed that their daughter has been to so many beds before her own marriage one? Or are you trying to imply that perhaps Brock’s parents will object to me over it? That no one would respect me if they knew I had- heaven forbid- sex much less orgies and had the audacity to enjoy them too? You do know you’re talking to a moura? Most mouras in general view sex as either a casual affair or entertaining past time? Or how in desperate times, my actions were in fact desperate too? Know this, I’ll defend myself and those I care about till my dying breath and if the council really wants to pursue that, I’ll gladly pursue it too and I won’t stop until I’m done and I’ve seen everything to it’s finish. Even if I have to lose everything in the process because if they dare take anything from me or bring harm either to myself, my family or those I care about, I’ll take everything from them. If I’m going to be condemned to hell, I’ll drag each and every single one of them with me, I have enough claws for all of them. I’m a moura, fighting is in my blood but it doesn’t stop there, I’m also siren, I’ll swallow them whole. I’m also angel, I’ll see to it that everything they’ve ever done comes into the light. And I’m human which means I’m creative, empathetic and determined. If that’s the game they want to play, then I’ll play it. There won’t by any winners or survivors though and I am a worthy opponent in any sphere they wish to wage this war in.” You warned as you felt your courage surge as you stood to your full height and took on the strongest stance you could. “Bravo, I do admire your spirit, but I fear your mouth may be writing promises your body can’t hope to fulfill since usually women in your circumstances are far more desperate for different terms to their outcomes. But I can tell that no matter what, this will be your answer. So I have no choice but to deliver it in full. Do not fear that this will repeat if you eat the fruit of the Zirvush tree in the future since the berry you plucked was magicked, the rest are not are no different than any other fruit in your realm and know that I and those in my realm mean you and those you care for and love- no harm, I am after all just a messenger in this circumstance.” He explained as you watched as his clothes changed to less grandiose and gaudy attire to that of a more simple yet dignified as his crown shrunk down to something much more discrete as his appearance was now much less predatory and imposing to a much more rugged, if not handsome and appealing before he waived with a smile and you felt like you were falling for just a moment and you caught yourself on the floor as the flavor of the fruit left your mouth refreshed, with sweet tones of tropical fruit paired with the refreshingness of perhaps mint before you spit out the seed into your palm.

You didn’t know if what Matae had said was true or not. Or if it was just propaganda to scare you. The latter felt more plausible.

But your agitation reached your core and you needed to see Brock more than anything as you quietly slipped out of the window and sprouted wings to fly to Drauch to the home he was staying in as you slipped into the room from the window to see him tangled up in the bedding and even now you could see his fitful sleep as you quickly shut and locked all the windows and went over to the bed and carefully pulled the bedding straight before you slipped into the bed with him, your moura cloak vanishing into tattoos in an instant so that you were skin to skin as that woke him up to feel someone in the bed with him before he instinctively held a blade to your neck which made you freeze as you inhaled sharply before he turned to see who had tried to slip into his bed.

“Oh, thank the gods, it’s just you.” He realized as he quickly pulled the knife away and put it back into it’s sheath under his pillow before he enveloped you into a hug and held you so tight your back cracked but instantly the agitation soothed and calmed and peace reigned in your heart, mind and soul as you hugged him back with all your strength.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He croaked and you could tell he was about to cry.

“I’ve missed you too.” You professed as you could feel your own eyes get watery too.

“Has any harm come to you?” You asked as you pulled away just enough to frame his handsome face in your hands to look him over carefully.

“No, but your unease and misgivings are my own so I’ve been on guard. I have had no less than half a dozen women offer themselves to me though since I’ve stepped foot in this colony.” He confessed.

“Who?!” You demanded which made him smile fondly to see you so possessive and instantly jealous like you really loved him or something.

“Doesn’t matter because they don’t matter.” He insisted. “I didn’t indulge them so there’s no reason to be upset.” He reassured you as he threaded his fingers in your hair and stroked your face lovingly before he kissed you soundly which had your whole body melting into his.

“Good. I would have had to start kicking ass extra early this morning.” You insisted when you broke for air which got him to chuckle before he kissed you just about senseless and just as you hiked your leg over his hip as he easily speered your center before there was extra squish in that movement.

“Wow you’re extra juicy this morning.” He grunted with a wicked grin of his own before he sniffed the air deeply a few times and frowned.

“Wait, is that blood?!” He asked as he recognized the scent of blood before he stopped you as you reached over him to touch the cloud light to illuminate the room to see that there was in fact blood dripping down his cock from your core.

“Fuck Yana! How come you didn’t say anything? How did I hurt you Babe?” He asked as he quickly pulled out and put away from you as you stared down at the blood in confusion.

Moura’s got their moon blood once every three months, or more like once a season, in the beginning of the season. You were due to have it when you were captured a month ago but it never came. However in times of distress and to keep from being prey, a moon blood would skip and come late then early to get back on cycle. It would make sense that now you were physically back home, your body would feel at ease enough to have your spring cycle. But mentally you were never more stressed or distressed. But at this moment. You were just relieved to see it.

“You didn’t hurt me Babe, it’s my moon blood, it’s late this season.”

“Wha-huh?” Brock asked.

“My menstrual cycle?” You rephrased.

“Oh! Blood week.” Brock realized. “Wait, season?” Brock repeated.

“Yeah, mouras only get our blood week as you call it- once a season, once every three months.” You informed him. “How often do orcs get their blood week?” You asked curiously.

“Once a month.” He answered.

“So do you have pain and discomfort with yours?” He asked as he palmed your belly reverently as you felt your affection for him resolidify.

“No, just usually a craving of chocolate and usually bitchiness punctuated with even more sexual appetite than usual.” You shrugged. “If it grosses you out though, we can stop.” You offered as you pulled the blanket down to cover yourself as your moura cloak began to make a nightgown for you as the bedding magically cleaned itself.

“Uh, no, it doesn’t gross me out, if anything it relieves me and if it doesn’t bother you and doesn’t hurt you or give you any discomfort, I’m ok with continuing because right now I’m about ready to pop and you haven’t really touched me yet.” He confessed. Well damn.

“Well then fuck me senseless.” You invited with a laugh as he practically ripped the blankets back and pinned you to the bed before he pulled them back up to cover both of you as he thrusted hard into you, a squish and the scent of your arousal with a twinge of blood began to fill the air.

But you didn’t care. You wanted this- no, needed this more than air at the moment. It had been too long since you had laid with him last and you had missed him terribly and you could tell he had missed you too by how desperate and possessive his touch was. Like if he didn’t hold you tight enough you’d slip away like water between his fingers. He poured his heart and soul into you as he kissed you as his hips began to snap into yours as your heels dug into the mattress behind his thighs as your hands clawed at his back. Your fingertips finding the deep valleys between the swells of his muscles as most of his body was now tightening like a coiled spring, ready to snap and he scooted down and curled himself over you so he could suck on your breasts and shove his hand between you as his fingertips found your nub and rubbed determinedly at it as your own body began to tense as he was practically hurtling you towards your release.

“Yana, please, cum for me.” He begged as he crouched on his knees and brought you into his lap as his thick arm cradled the small of your back as the other arm braced himself up as you wrapped yourself around him and held onto him like a lifeline while he licked and kissed your chest and neck and somehow him pulling you into him coupled with the hard snaps of his hips at this angle was exactly what you needed as you watched as your moura marks and his started to pulse brightly and coil and knot in the most beautiful patterns before they got so bright you had to close your eyes as he did the same as the flood of pleasure endorphines overwhelmed your senses as you both shook and twitched as you both rode your orgasms out to their limits before he fell into the bed at your side and held you close as you both basked in the afterglow.

“Everything ok otherwise?” Brock asked as he started to pet your hair, combing it lazily with his fingers as you sighed tiredly.

“No.” You answered honestly as Brock didn’t say anything as an invitation for you to continue.

“I had really bad nightmares and I woke up tasting blood and bile and then I ate that fruit from the tree because I was depserate to get the former tastes out of my mouth. And low and behold, eating the berry transported me to the fae realm where Matae delivered the council’s ultimatum.” You revealed.

“Which was?” Brock prodded curiously.

“To choose anyone but you as my life partner and to send you away from Suchi- never to return and your moura cloak will get delivered to you once you’ve left.” You stated, your tone hinting at anguish.

“And what are they threatening if you chose me?” Brock inquired.

“That they’ll prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law, they’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth to do it and neither you or your family or your clan will ever have peace again. And the penalty for capturing a moura, much less enslaving one- is death. Not only to the person, but their entire family and everyone involved in it, including your shaman, so that the knowledge of how to capture a moura and shackle one, or tether one or enslave one is wiped from all memory which would leave your clan without leadership or hiers and their spiritual connection to thier gods.” You explained solumnly.

“Fuck.” Brock coughed like you just sucker punched him in the gut.

“Yeah. So I countered that if they tried, I would expose each and every single one of them so that everyone would know each and every single one of their deeds and sins as well as you and I know our alphabet.” You answered which made him guffaw before he dissolved into a deep belly laugh before he started kissing you all over.

“Gods I love you. Only you would have the balls big enough and hard enough to threaten something like that and I know you would make good on that. You’re so fierce, I love it.” He beamed which made you smile in turn.

“So, that being said, give me time to deal with my other suitors, and once they’re dealt with and dismissed, I’ll pack everything I own and travel back to the clan with you, Cugas can keep coming to deliver the fish and seafood and we can squeeze all the money out of Suchi as we can. But as far as I’m concerned, if you’re not welcomed here, I won’t feel welcome either.” You shrugged.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He grinned happily as he kissed you again.

#orc love story #orc #sexy orc #moura #angel #fae #Of Heaven and Fire #Of Heaven and Fire Part 13 #monster boyfriend #exophilia #exo

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Hawkins’ Charm (Part 2/?)

Synopsys: They had gotten out of Hawkins. After all the shit that had happened, all the heartache and pain, Billy and the Reader had gotten away from that hellhole, building their life in California as he had dreamed. But when Max’s graduation rolls around and they go to celebrate, it’s as if the Upside Down was just waiting for all of them to return. And it has a bone to pick.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!Reader; platonic!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing, I don’t think there’s anything else, but if you see something you think I’d need to add, send a message :)

Word count: 4692

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE BILLY’S ACTIONS AND THE THINGS HE’S DONE! THIS IS BASICALLY AN AU, WHEN REALLY LOOKING AT IT! SPOILERS FOR S3! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

The tension could be tasted in the car as Billy sped down the highway towards Hawkins. He already missed his little munchkin even though they’d been on the road for less than three hours. Clara had him wrapped around her finger to the point of no return. And they had at least twenty-eight more hours to drive. Billy looked to the side at Y/N. Her window was open, wind rushing through the Y/H/C locks he loved to weave his fingers through, eyes blocked by a pair of sunglasses. He traced her jawline with his gaze before reluctantly putting it back to the road. “Don’t drive us off a cliff,” he heard his wife snicker and had to smile to himself. “Can’t help it,” Billy entwined their hands, and Y/N squeezed his palm in comfort. “Hard to not look at such a pretty view.” “You tell that to all the girls?” “Just this one,” he pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles before gripping the wheel a bit tighter with his left hand. “She’s kinda special. Puts up with my bullshit and stuff. Gave me the chance to start a new life and the best gift ever in the form of a daughter.” “Fuck, King of Hawkins is the biggest sap to walk planet Earth,” Y/N chuckled but her heart responded with an intense fluttering. “It’s gonna be alright, Demolition Man,” Y/N whispered. “I won’t let anything happen to you or me or us. You’re kinda stuck with me till the very end.” Billy shrugged as if that statement was nothing to him, but his heart pumped faster in his chest. “Doesn’t sound too bad if I’m being honest.” “Yeah, it better not,” Y/N grumbled, but he could hear the love laced in every single word. She wasn’t really excited to be going back to Hawkins. Sure, Alex’s graduation, seeing her mom and the rest of the Party, grown-ups and teens alike, was something she had missed dearly while in California, but that town was filled with far too many memories that weren’t positive. Everything starting from Will’s disappearance, then Barb’s death and the subsequent fight with the Demogorgon, had been bad enough. And when she returned for her final year, Y/N had hoped she could just bury everything in the depths of her mind, but obviously, things never went the way they were supposed to. Y/N found the love of her life, but almost lost him a few months later to the Mind Flayer, and with Hopper having given his life to let Joyce close the Gate once and for all, there was just too much sorrow for a place with just 30 000 inhabitants.

“You okay there?” Billy’s voice was low and smooth as he looked at Y/N who had fallen deep in her thoughts. She gave him a tightlipped smile. “Yeah. Just… I just want us to be happy while we’re there, you know. Not think about the shit that happened, and all of that horrible stuff. Just be happy that Max and Alex pulled through high school and are graduating. No Upside Down fuckery...” He had been thinking about that a lot as well. The week leading up to them driving down to Hawkins was filled with nightmares about the Mind Flayer, and how he’d hurt the people that meant most to him. He would pull Y/N closer to him after waking up, her scent filling his nostrils, and when he deemed himself calm enough, Billy would creep out of the bed and to Clara’s room. He’d stay for a few minutes, quietly double checking each and every window latch, the dark corners of the room, and then he’d leave her door ajar, just so he could hear if things went bump in the night. “This week’s for us,” he mumbled kissing her hand again. “Us, Max and those losers there.” “Yeah, well, I would’ve rather spent it in Bahamas or something,” came her reply. “Well, maybe next year we can go there. Clara would love that.” Y/N’s head lolled to the side, finally looking over at Billy. “She loves every moment that you’re around. And if a vacation is involved, where she can steal all your attention… she’s a daddy’s girl through and through.” The smug smile on Billy’s face was something Y/N used to hate as he would walk down the school's halls. He had been getting better, but his reputation was something he loved to keep up, a new girl under his arm each day. But slowly as they got to know one another, as he opened up about his issues and dreams, it had become one of the things Y/N adored the most. Especially when his lips pulled up at the mention of how much his daughter loved him, and that his wife seemed to be completely head over heels for him even after almost five years together. “As is her mom.” Of course, that was his answer. Y/N gently shoved his face away from where he’d been looking at her. “Eyes on the road, dumbass. We still have to get to Hawkins in one piece.” “Whatever you say, Mrs dumbass.” With ‘dork’ uttered under her breath, she put her free hand outside the window and let the rushing winds weave through her fingers. Whatever awaited them at that godforsaken place they’d face together. They always had and always would.

***

After a sixteen hour drive, Y/N switching with Billy at the eight hour mark, they settled down in a motel at the side of the road, and as much as the two wanted to fully go at it, to arrive in Hawkins with marks across their necks that signified who they belonged to, the second they exited the shower, both plopped down on the uncomfortable bed and were asleep. Y/N woke up groaning as the sunlight streamed into the motel room, the flimsy faded green curtains doing absolutely nothing to keep the rays out. “Fuck this shit,” she mumbled, her cheek pressed tightly against Billy’s chest. Slowly she peeled herself off, feeling the tender skin of her face and noting the red splotch where she’d been practically glued to his peck. Stretching, Y/N’s joints popped, and she released a satisfied grunt at the feeling. “Every day I wake up and ask myself if I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Billy’s raspy morning voice made her turn around and glance at him “I have drool down my chin, my hair’s a mess and my eyes are so puffy I look like I’ve cried for three days straight,” she raised her eyebrow. “Is that really what you imagine heaven to be like?” “Mine?” his rough palm slid under the shirt Billy had given her and up her spine. “Absolutely. Isn’t this yours?” Y/N shook her head. “If this was heaven, I would so not be up at five in the morning.” “Fuck, it’s only five?” that brought Billy out of the trance as he peeped at the cheap electric clock whose jade numbers blinked, confirming it was indeed 5:03 in the morning. “Nah, screw that,” he grumbled. “Get back in bed.” "I gotta get ready." "Back. In. Bed. Now." She was not about to further argue with the sound demand of her husband. It was a rarity they got to sleep in. Clara was an angel when being put to bed, falling asleep almost instantly, but she also woke up way too early. Like six AM on a Saturday early. They slept for another three hours before putting themselves back together and commencing on another sixteen-hour drive before arriving in Hawkins. The sun had dipped down already when they rolled up to Y/N’s mom’s house where they would be staying. In the beginning, Y/M/N had been wary of Billy and didn’t open her arms as much as she opened her house to the boy. But slowly, as her daughter’s relationship with him progressed, and she saw just how happy Y/N'd become, how there seemed to be not even an echo of the same dry-heaving girl with hands in her hair on her floor in the middle of the night, Y/N’s mom accepted Billy as a part of their family. “If you ever need a place to stay, you know you’re always welcome,” she’d muttered one morning after Billy had stayed with them one night after a particularly nasty fight with Neil. “This is now your home, as much as it’s mine.” Billy had just nodded because he didn’t trust his voice to stay steady. Y/N was practically bouncing on her feet as she knocked against the door, and Alex sprung it open. “What’s up shitbag?” she yelled in his ear before engulfing her brother in a hug. He rolled his eyes, but still, she could feel his arms tighten around her waist. Just as he was about to groan something about her being way too affectionate, their mother's steps could be heard rushing down to greet them. “Where’s my granddaughter?” Y/M/N pepped over Y/N's shoulders after helping them bring their suitcases inside looking at the Camaro as if they’d left Clara in there. “She’s in San Diego,” Y/N replied, hating how she could see her mom’s face fall. “We just thought it’d be best considering… everything.” She had never explicitly told what Billy’s father and family life was like, but by the numerous bruises and the soft crying Y/M/N had heard during some nights, she had an inclination. “Well then,” if only for show, she lifted her spirits and clapped her hands together, “I guess that means after this whole thing is over, we’re going on a road trip.” Y/N really did regret leaving Clara now. Her mom didn’t get many chances to go all the way to San Diego with her job as a nurse, but when she looked to the side and saw Billy’s eyes full of guilt and regret, she reminded herself why they had left her in the safety of California. “Come,” Y/M/N motioned towards the kitchen. “I bet you’re ravenous.” And they’d been. A violent grumble from her stomach had erupted through the hallway, Billy’s guiding hand on her lower back pushing them towards where the smell of lasagna wafted through the air. The conversations flowed easily and without a hitch, Y/N’s mom wanting to know how San Diego was treating them, what the weather was like there and if they were happy with their jobs before Y/M/N ushered them up to Y/N’s old bedroom “Go, get some sleep, you two look like you could use some rest.” “Wow, thanks mom, way to make us feel better,” Y/N snorted, but she was right. They needed sleep. A lot of it with what was coming the next day. It’s like Billy could read her mind. He let out a huff, thinking about meeting up with his father. He wanted to skip it, but unfortunately, they kinda had to, seeing how Max lived with Neil and Susan. “It’s gonna be alright,” Y/N whispered feeling him wrap his arms around her middle and relax his head against her back. They were alone in the safety of her bedroom, so he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down. “I won’t let him hurt you.” “I know,” Billy’s voice was hushed by where he’d pressed his mouth to the nape of her neck. “But that’s part of Neil’s charm as much as it’s Hawkins’ – they both know how to screw things up.” Y/N couldn’t argue with that so, she just carded her fingers through his hair as they watched the dark streets of Hawkins outside her window. A lamp flickered in the distance, but neither saw it.

***

Billy’s palms were sweaty as he climbed out of the old Camaro, instinctually reaching for Y/N’s warm hand. She noted how the breath he let out was nothing short of shaky when he reached up to rap his knuckles against the door of the house he used to live in. Y/N didn’t say home. Not even in her head. It had never been his home, it had never been his safe place. The number of times Billy had called her it, made her believe she was his, just like he was hers. California would’ve never truly been a place Y/N had been happy in, unless for him. He made it home. Ten agonizing seconds passed, the thumps echoing through the garden, but nothing happened. He knocked again. Silence. Not even a footstep could be heard in the house. Just as Billy was about to relax, realizing the place was empty and the meeting could be postponed until sometime during the week, maybe even till the Friday of the graduation, a car pulled up to the front of the garage, Susan’s surprised face looking the two of them. Slowly, as if Neil wanted to torture his son even more than he already had, he opened his car door and stepped out, glaring at the people on his porch. “What are you doing here?” It was the same cold tone Billy had described his father always talked in, and Y/N instantly hated it. “Came to see Max,” he curtly replied to the older man. “She’s graduating and stuff.” “And you think she’d want you here because?” A muscle in Billy’s jaw ticked. “Because she told me so herself.” Neil let out a sarcastic snort and started to make his way to them. “Why would she want a piece of shit like you, someone who left her here alone, to come to her graduation? I’m sure she wants it to be a happy event and not have it ruined by you.” The grip around Y/N’s hand tightened, and she squeezed back, trying to diffuse the anger rising in Billy. Then Neil’s attention turned to her. “Don’t I know you?” he raised a finger to point at Y/N, and where Billy expected her to bristle because of everything he’d told her about his father, not even a single muscle moved in her face to show just how much she really didn’t want to be in his proximity. “She was my girlfriend throughout pretty much the whole senior year and summer,” Billy answered not faltering with the way his dad smirked. “Didn’t think you could keep it together enough to make something last.” Y/N narrowed her eyes at her father-in-law. “Well, marriage and mutual respect kinda helps do that.” Both his and Susan’s eyes widened as they dropped to where Y/N had her palm wrapped around Billy’s, and on her left ring finger sat a dainty silver band with a small diamond in it, a simple gold circlet resting above matching the one on Billy’s left ring finger. “And when did that happen?” they could see Neil fuming underneath the mask of calm. “Thought your mother and father would get an invitation at least.” “We didn’t wanna make you drive all the way out to San Diego,” Billy’s tone chilled even Y/N to her core. The remark wasn’t lost on Neil, as it reminded him of when his son had been in the hospital in a critical condition fighting for his life, and he hadn’t even bothered to drive the few miles to HMH to see if Billy was still breathing. And Y/N couldn’t help herself to jab the knife deeper. “We just didn’t want to inconvenience you. After all, if a hospital is too far away, then how could we make you drive all the way to California?” “Got yourself a mouthy one here,” Neil licked his bottom lip, and Y/N shivered in disgust. “They’re the hardest ones to keep in check, so gotta make sure you have a tight grip on ‘er,” he chuckled, levelling his gaze at Billy. Contrary to how he expected Billy’s temper to rise, it was his son’s wife that shifted on her feet. His eyes flitted down to the side where Y/N was grasping at Billy’s shirt now, with a fist so tight, the clothing looked as if it might tear; unbridled rage in her eyes. And contrary to what Neil expected, it was Billy placing a calming hand on her knuckles where it used to be the other way around. “We keep each other in check,” he responded with a stone-cold face, not giving in to Neil’s game. “And definitely not in the way you would.” The sound of a skateboard rolling towards them from the other side of the sidewalk was enough of a distraction for everyone that it blocked whatever Neil was going to sneer in response. “Billy!” Max shouted and rushed over to where the two twenty-year-olds stood before barreling into her brother’s chest. When Billy hugged Max with the same amount of affection, Y/N could see Neil seething. His son was completely free. He had been hacking away at those chains little by little every day since they left for California. And the day when he’d found Y/N sobbing on their studio apartments bathroom tiles, he had broken them completely because she was pregnant, the white stick with a plus sign his confirmation. His lips had engulfed hers in a passionate kiss before laughing through his own tears. He slid down to his stomach and pushed up Y/N’s shirt, peppering her tummy with kisses “You’re not mad?” her voice trembled with confusion and relief. “No,” he shook his head. “Surprised, unprepared yeah. Terrified beyond belief, but I’m gonna be the best dad ever. I promise. We’re gonna be alright…” After a pause, he added, “How far along do you think you are?” Y/N had shaken her head and hid her face in the crook of his neck once he pulled her to his lap. “I dunno. I’ve missed like three periods, but I just thought it was because of the stress, you know. Uni and work on top of that... and I’ve had no symptoms like cravings or vomiting, so I dunno… are you really not angry at me?” “Dollface, even I know it takes two to make a third,” he brushed a hand down her hair, helping Y/N steady her breathing, the smell of the cheap cologne he’d always buy at the local Hawkins department store had been replaced by the salty notes of seawater and fresh wind. It had quickly become Y/N’s favourite scent of all time because it was Billy down to his core. “We’ll figure it out,” he promised, bringing her face out from where she’d hidden it in his chest and pressing a love filled kiss to her forehead. “We’re gonna be okay.” They truly were. When Y/N’s water had broken in the middle of the night, he was calm and collected despite freaking the fuck out on the inside, but his stress was something she didn’t need to deal with at that moment. And when Clara had wrapped her tiny little fist around his finger after nine hours of intense labour, there was nothing in this world that could stop him from loving the two humans that meant the most to him. “He satisfy you?” Neil nudged his chin in Y/N’s direction making Billy’s face turn into a scowl. “Earn enough money? God knows he used to be good for nothing, maybe you’ve managed to straighten him out.” Billy had taken a lot of shit from his dad throughout the years for a lot of things, half of them weren’t even his fault, but he wasn’t going to listen to Neil berate and put him down as a husband, when he knew he did the best he could and had Y/N remind him that every day. He was just about to say at least he was a better father than Neil ever was when Y/N squeezed his side to let it go, not even dignifying the questions with an answer just a bitter cold stare. “How long are you two staying?” Susan asked quietly and waited in tense silence as Billy huffed and glanced at his step-mother. “Until the ceremony and then we gotta head home. Work and shit.” “Watch your mouth, son,” Neil growled but Y/N smirked. “Sorry,” she apologized with a fake smile. “Until the fucking ceremony. We got work and shit back home.” Max’s grin was proud and annoyed at the same time. Proud cause neither of them were taking Neil’s berating, annoyed cause she’d have to hear him bitch about it for the rest of the week no doubt. Maybe even after Billy and Y/N left for San Diego and when she came back to Hawkins after her trip to their place. Before retreating, Billy ruffled Max’s long red locks, and she gave him a tight hug. “Careful Billy,” Y/N chuckled. “Show a bit more love and affection, and your dad might combust.” “I guess its time to give Harrington a kiss then,” the smirk on his face was nothing short of mischievous. She rolled her eyes feeling the weight of his arm as he slung it around her shoulders and moved them towards the car again with a promise to Max that they’d meet for dinner that night. Given how Y/N had called from her mom’s place to give Nancy and their friends a message as to around what time they’d be in Hawkins, Billy knew to drive to Benny’s as that was where they’d find them. Sure enough, Nancy’s new Mustang was parked right in front of the joint, but another pair was there as well in the form of a smoking Tommy H and a bubblegum popping Carol. It was like they were teenagers once again – the same bullshit socialite drama, Alpha male dick measuring contests and don’t-look-at-my-girl’s-ass stares as Y/N and Billy climbed out of the Camaro and went to walk inside where Nancy, Johnathan and Steve were all talking in a booth, but not before being intercepted by his old ‘friends’. “Hargrove!” Tommy H shouted from where he stood next to a Mercedes convertible, Carol perched on the door with her legs inside the car on the seat. “The fuck, man? Why didn’t you call or something? Didn’t know you’d be coming back for the reunion!” “ ‘M not here for that shit,” Billy snorted as if it was the most ridiculous thought in the world he’d bother to drive back to Hawkins to come to a class reunion. “I’m here cause my sister’s graduating. After that, you’ll never see my face again.” “What the fuck happened to the King of Hawkins? He’d never turn down an opportunity to party,” Tommy scoffed mirroring Carol’s crossed arms as the two watched the pair move to enter Benny's. They couldn't believe Billy had straightened out, didn't want to. “He finally cut out all the bullshit and found happiness.” By their expressions, it was better than a punch to the face. But Tommy was relentless. It’s like he had been waiting for the day Billy would arrive, like his life wasn’t fulfilled if the blond Californian didn’t sit by his side with a beer can in one hand and a cigarette between his teeth, girls practically grinding on their laps to be the chosen flavour of the week. “Come on man, let’s smoke one. For old times’ sake.” “I don’t do that anymore.” “What?” Tommy laughed in disbelief. “I quit,” Billy’s reply was curt. “Almost four years ago.” The same exact day he found out he’d be a dad, though that was not information he wished to indulge those two with. “Next you’re gonna tell me you don’t drink anymore,” Carol snorted and shook her head. Billy sighed and rolled his head to look at her. “Some things never change, do they?” “Like what?” “Like you being a bitch.” Carol sneered at him but didn't get a chance to butt in as Steve with Nancy and Johnatan in tow exited the diner, having witnessed how they had been held up. Swiftly turning their attention to the trio, Y/N engaged herself in a conversation with Nancy to block out the unwelcome distractions. But it was like they lived and breathed the attention people gave them and fed on everyone being annoyed. “Didn’t think you two would still be together,” Carol slid up to where Y/N was talking with Nancy, and the two other girls rolled their eyes so hard, Billy was scared for a second, they’d stay stuck like that in their heads. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t our intention to impress you,” Y/N answered, not taking her bait. Everyone could recall how Billy was with girls, them practically launching themselves at him, and him completely loving the attention. Seeing how Y/N wouldn’t engage she tried a different tactic. “So, Tina’s throwing a party for everyone who’s come back.” “Of course, she is,” Y/N mumbled but it wasn’t loud enough for Carol to hear, though Nancy did just fine, making her hold back a snort. The old Hawkins high school students had decided to have a reunion the week the graduation was happening, but when Billy and Y/N had heard about that, neither had any harrowing need to see the people they left behind. The ones they wished to keep in contact with they did, Nancy and Johnathan being frequent visitors of Y/N’s, and Billy even had a civil relationship with Steve, but other than that, the two had no wish to see everyone else. “You two coming, or is Billy such a bore now because of you, that even he won’t show?” the remark was clearly addressed to Y/N. “I dunno, why do you so desperately want to climb in my husband’s pants?” Carol choked on the second to last word. “Husband?” So, Y/N, with the smuggest smile she could muster up, allowed the girl to look at her left ring finger, the jewellery glinting in the sunlight. As the other woman kept her eyes onto the sparkling diamond, Billy’s hand slipped into the back pocket of Y/N’s jeans. “Here, thought you might be thirsty,” he joined them having quickly gone into Benny's to get a drink and offered the open bottle of his soda. With a peck on his lips, she took the offered beverage, but not before lifting an eyebrow, gaze glued to Carol’s fuming face. “Everything alright here?” Billy mumbled, not wanting to get involved in some girl drama. “Yeah,” Y/N nodded. “Carol apparently just wanted to get you between her legs before she found out you’re in a committed relationship.” “Sweet cheeks, we’ve been together since senior year,” even though the words were directed towards Carol, who just rolled her eyes, the meaning was for Y/N. We’ve been through hell and back, he'd meant. I’m just as much yours as you are mine. “Besides, I’d rather abstain for the rest of my life than shove my dick in her hole,” Billy muttered in Y/N’s ears, and she chocked on the soda, so strongly that it shot up to her nose. As she coughed, his strong palm hitting on her back to help get the liquid out, everyone laughed at her reaction, apart from the two ex-friends that went to stand by their car. “Probably has a side chick,” Tommy said to Carol. “There’s no way she’s enough, I mean it’s Y/N, for fuck’s sake.” But Billy heard them, despite the two talking quietly and his wife’s coughing. “And you would know all about side chicks, wouldn’t you Tommy?” Billy threw back. That just earned him a glare from Tommy and an eye-roll from Carol. “Well, when you decide to stop being fucking drags, the party starts at ten.” They hopped into the car, and the Mercedes roared to life, disrupting the conversation Billy had been having with Nancy and Johnathan about the details of their siblings’ graduation. “Feels like old times, huh,” Steve muttered as Y/N leaned against his shoulder his eyes trailing after the car. “But not too much,” she mumbled back. “I don’t ever want it to be like it used to.” But they wouldn’t have any say in it. Deep in the woods of Hawkins, a shadow loomed between the trees, and an inhuman screech split the air apart. Things were just how they used to be, and it was not a good thing.

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aliceslantern · 4 years

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Grow, a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, chapter 8

Suddenly human and abandoned in the Keyblade Graveyard, Demyx struggles to survive and come to terms with what his life is. Only by chance is he saved from exposure, and brought to Radiant Garden to recover. Unsure of who he is and where to even begin, Demyx finds a kindred spirit in Ienzo, and before long finds perhaps he isn't the only one lost in this new life. But how can they move forward with so much holding them back?

Roughly canonverse, Zemyx, hurt/comfort. Started for Zemyx day (9/6). Updates Wednesdays until it's done.

Chapter summary: Demyx remembers something. A night spent with Ienzo has unintended consequences.

Read it on FF.net/on AO3

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Demyx found himself spending a lot of time in the new garden, more than was asked for by the restoration committee. He found the work tough but soothing; it was much more bearable once the undergrowth was cleared and they could do with the land what they wanted. He spent some weeks planting and tending to these tiny seeds; feeding and watering, coaxing tomato plants around trellises. As spring wore towards summer, his sunburns started giving way to a hesitant tan.

It was nice to make something with his hands. Different than music. Less subjective. He knew he was doing well because the little plants were flourishing.

He was trimming down some browned leaves on one of the zucchini plants (a rainstorm had overwatered them) when he heard a voice.

“...So this is where you spend all your time.” Dilan. He, too, looked odd in casual clothes. He had a bag slung over one shoulder.

“I volunteered for the committee. They put me here.”

He reached forward and touched the tops of one of the carrot plants. “Found your green thumb?”

“Sort of. I guess. It feels… nice to do something with my hands.”

“Perhaps you might help us do restoration work in the castle,” he said. “All those gardens. They could use some work.”

Demyx didn’t know what to make of it. “Um, maybe.”

A pause. Neither of them seemed to know what to say.

“So, uh, what are you doing in town?” Demyx asked.

He smiled. “I’m not always on duty.”

“Do you like being a guard?”

“...I like it more than the alternative.”

“That’s fair.”

“I do not wish to go back to research. But without it… My life seems… open.”

Demyx considered this. “I know what you mean.” He couldn’t be sure how old Dilan was exactly. Mid thirties? Maybe a little older? “What would you do? If you could go anywhere or do anything?”

A pause. His violet eyes grew forlorn. “I rather liked France,” he said. “The food. The culture. It’s a gorgeous little world. City of romance, and all that.”

“Why not go back?”

“One should not drink from wells one has poisoned.” He smiled.

Organization stuff. “Oh,” Demyx said. “Does this place feel like home?”

Dilan took a breath. “Not quite,” he said. “So much has changed. Most of all us. I have so much to… make up for before I can even consider leaving.”

Ienzo. They lied to me. He nodded once.

“Have you thought about going home?”

“I can’t remember it still,” Demyx admitted. “But I… I don’t know. It’s not so bad here.” Ienzo was here.

“It isn’t,” Dilan agreed. “Well. I should head back.”

“Mind if I come with? I’m just about done.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

Demyx stood and brushed the dirt off his hands. He felt a sharp pulse of pain in his lower back, disorienting him, and he winced.

Dilan frowned. “Are you alright?”

He swallowed the anxiety. The pain seemed to be fading. “I was just sitting funny.”

“If you say so.”

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Maybe it was because of that, but Demyx found himself dreaming of the desert. The sharp hot wind. Aching thirst, a pounding headache. A feeling of weakness. His vision swarming, he walked.

He saw a flicker--he thought he saw someone running-- “Wait, please, help--” He gasped, his throat too dry to make real words.

The flicker came back.

A girl with orange hair and a white dress--

“I know you,” he said. “I know--” He coughed.

“I’m sorry,” the girl said. “But I have to do it.”

“Don’t join them,” he said. “It’s--Strelly, it’s a cult.”

A hot wind. “I have to,” she said. “I was… I was asked to. If we don’t do something we’re all going to die. I don’t want you to die.”

“...Pretty sure Elrena feels otherwise.”

A small smile. Her face was indistinct. “She doesn’t actually hate you, you know.”

“...I know.”

“Tell me you’ll think about it?”

“...I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Now I gotta go. I’m finally going to meet my friend!” She started walking backwards, fading into nothing. “You’re right, I have to talk to them.”

“I thought we were… friends…”

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Demyx woke up. There were tears on his face, and he felt like utter crap. A hot ring of nausea tightened around his throat. He ran into the bathroom and was promptly sick. He sat for a while, heaving, crying. After too long he found the strength to get up and brush his teeth.

He, Elrena, and this girl Strelitzia had been friends. Was that right? Something about a decision, about her asking him to join her and he hadn’t because it felt like a cult.

People in robes and animal masks.

“God,” he hissed, pressing a hand to his forehead. Had he always been coerced into cults? Was it that Elrena blamed him for letting this girl end up in one?

It was still so unclear.

The memory of the desert made his skin dry, so he showered. After that, he struggled to sleep. He wanted to be with Ienzo, to hold him. To breathe in his smell.

Demyx couldn’t. Could he? He bit his lip and considered. But the heaviness of his heart was only getting worse and his mind echoed with your fault your fault.

He took a deep breath. He opened the door to his room and headed down the hall towards Ienzo’s. He’d only been inside it a couple of times, and always in passing. It was always a bit messy--books and papers everywhere--a strange mishmash of the person he was when he was a child and now. He cracked open the door and saw Ienzo asleep--curled on his side, crumpled together like it hurt. He took a tentative step towards him.

The floor creaked.

Ienzo jerked awake, grabbing a pocket knife from the bedside table, cupping his throat.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he said.

“Demyx? What are you--”

“I’m sorry.”

He turned on the bedside lamp. “Are you upset?”

“I thought if maybe I was near you--” Then, realizing how pathetic that sounded, “I’ll go.”

“No, don’t.” He opened his mouth, closed it. He slid over on the mattress and opened the blankets. “Come. It’s alright.”

Demyx lay down next to him. Ienzo took off his glasses and set them on the bedside table.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Ienzo asked.

He nodded. “About the desert.” And a memory. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just wanted… to not be alone.”

“It’s alright. Try and relax.” Ienzo brushed some of the hair out of his face. “Would you like me to hold you?”

A rush of humiliation made his eyes water. “Please.” Ienzo pulled him close. Demyx pressed his face against his chest, needing the steady beat of his heart. Once the worst of the fear subsided, he managed, “do you always stab people who come into your room?”

“Whenever I do actually manage to fall asleep--it makes me feel a little safer, to have the knife. I… still fear being backed into a corner.”

“...Of course,” Demyx said softly. Breathing in his smell was helping. “Do you think we’ll ever be able to move on?”

A long pause. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh.”

“But I do think it’ll get easier.”

“It’s been easier since we started this.”

“...Yes.” He pressed a kiss against Demyx’s hair. “Try to sleep, okay?”

After a long time, Demyx did, deep and dreamlessly and peacefully. When he finally woke, it was with a little start; Ienzo had pulled away.

“Go back to sleep. I have to get ready for work.”

“Don’t go.”

“I have to. And so do you in a few hours.” He kissed him. “I’d like to see you later.” He ran his hand along Demyx’s jaw, the stubble. “Bit scratchy.”

“I can shave.”

“I kind of like it.” One last kiss. “You can stay.”

“No, I should… get up.” Demyx sat up and stretched. “We got a fuckload of letters yesterday and I didn’t get around to sorting all of them.”

He smirked. “You? Wanting to get a head start on your work?” He pressed a hand to Demyx’s forehead.

“Har, har--”

A knock at the door. They both tensed; Ienzo had gone pale. “Ienzo, I have a question about these scribbles ,” they heard Even say. “Might we discuss it on our way down?” The doorknob jiggled. Ienzo pressed hard against the door.

“Don’t come in. I’m getting changed.” He bit his lip. “Just--go down, we can discuss it then.”

“ Fine. ” He muttered some things that were indistinct. Ienzo let go of the door.

“That was close,” Demyx said.

“...Quite.” A reddish blush heated his face.

“You don’t want them to know about us, do you?”

“It’s not that ,” Ienzo said, just a touch too quickly. “It’s just…” He stammered. “Complicated.”

“They don’t know you’re gay?”

“They wouldn’t care about that.”

It started to become clear. “Is it because it’s me?”

“No,” he said, his tone not convincing.

Demyx got up. He squeezed Ienzo’s shoulder. “I get it. I’ll see you around, okay?”

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Of course.

For a while Demyx ached vaguely. He refused to let himself cry over it. He’d been seeing this as more serious than it was. Ienzo had first kissed him by accident. Would he really want something real?

Did Demyx?

(He thought of how safe he’d felt last night in his arms.)

Would Even and the others be as friendly if they knew what had happened? Demyx wasn’t good enough, he wasn’t smart enough. He realized he’d been allowing himself to think about a life for them--

“You alright, laddie? You’ve been staring at that letter for ten minutes.”

“Ah--sorry.” Demyx forced a smile. “Rough morning. Need more coffee.” He set the letter into its appropriate spot. He made a show of going over to the coffee machine and pouring a cup.

“Well. If you ever need time, let me know,” Scrooge said. “We can’t make money when we don’t feel well.” He walked over to the other side of the shop.

Demyx tried to drag himself out of the miserable haze. He made small talk with his coworkers, with the customers. He ran a small delivery across town. It made his back ache again, so he sat down for a little while. He texted Lea to distract himself.

Hey.

Demyx! How’s it going?

Alright. Trying to kill some time at work.

Work??? A job??? Good for you.

It’s not bad. Sometimes I have too little to do.

Too LITTLE? Are you feeling okay?

Har har.

So what do you do?

I work at the post office. Off world letters and deliveries. Stuff like that.

Sounds… actually pretty interesting.

It can be. Sometimes. I actually like being kept busy now. Keeps me from thinking too hard.

Really, DO YOU FEEL OKAY. A pause. Then, I know what you mean. Memories and thoughts and stuff? Icky.

Very icky, Demyx agreed.

If it gets TOO icky, come visit, Lea wrote. Sometimes a change in scenery can make a world of difference.

Maybe I will. That is a threat.

Ha ha. Now get off your phone and get back to work.

He felt marginally better. He sorted some more letters. Jotted part of a composition on a napkin, but it was making him too sad, so he threw it away. He was under the counter trying to dig out a roll of stamps when he heard a “hello?”

Demyx yelped and bumped his head against the counter. “Sorry. Can I, uh… help… you…” He trailed off, seeing Ienzo.

“I have a letter I need sent,” he said. Nothing in his face or tone indicated Demyx was any more than an employee. “Could you help me?”

He swallowed. “Sure. Where to?”

“It’s local.” He handed over an envelope, address facing down, and a small bill. “Will that cover postage?”

“Um… yep.” He gave Ienzo his change. “It’ll probably get to them by tomorrow. Or sooner.”

“Or sooner,” Ienzo echoed. “Thanks for your help.”

For a minute, Demyx stood holding the letter, feeling tears well. He was going to need to take a break and have a good cry, wasn’t he? Pathetic. No wonder Ienzo wanted nothing to do with him when there were actual real-life implications--

He flipped the letter over. It was addressed to him. He took a sharp breath. Put up his “back after lunch” sign. Demyx headed to the back of the office, where he had a small bit of privacy. His hands were trembling, and he gave himself a papercut on the smooth, heavy paper. But the letter inside was written on looseleaf, and looked like it had been crumpled and smoothed a few times. He began bracing himself for more pain.

Demyx,

You must forgive me. I am so clumsy and so, to a degree, still unable to realize the impacts of my actions. I feel I’ve been using you and that’s not fair to you.

After this morning I was made to see this liaison in context, and take in all the complications. I realized I was afraid of petty judgement from those who have hurt me. I do not owe anyone explanations. You don’t deserve to be dangled endlessly while I work through problems.

Demyx almost threw up.

However, I find the idea of ending this to be painful and wholly unappealing. You make me feel. You allow me to feel, to truly be human, to see myself outside of what I’ve done. Part of it is that person scares me. I do not know him. He is a stranger, weak and vulnerable. But I need him, and I want you to help me keep finding him.

That… and I simply enjoy time with you. I enjoy seeing who you truly are. Someone who wants to work hard and to grow. Perhaps it is selfish of me, but I wish to see who you are when you’re vulnerable too.

I can deal with petty judgement. With any luck, we can prove them wrong. They were always wrong about you, after all.

If any of this makes any sense… please meet me tonight in the garden. I’ll be waiting.

Ienzo.

Oh.

His heart was beating faster now.

Ienzo was choosing him.

He didn’t know how he was going to be able to pass the time until later.

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grody-cosplay-n-crap · 4 years

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To wake is to die

A sequel to this but it can be read separately. It is angst because I hate myself, just a warning

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Richie Tozier basically had the perfect life. Okay, maybe some people might disagree but they were idiots. So a bunch of dude bros had redacted their idolization of him recently, they couldn’t have known how hollow the life of the Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier they though they knew and loved had really been.

Without actually opening his eyes he pats the side of the bed next to him clumsily. It’s empty but the sheets are still warm and he smiles into what he is pretty sure is his own drool spot. The need to find the source of the warmth finally forces his body out of bed, grabbing his glasses and all but stumbling into the living room and open kitchen area. Ah, there he was. In a pair of (probably moisture-wicking and antibacterial) boxers and an over sized shirt that had been given out for free at one of his fun runs (an oxymoron, there was nothing fun about running). He was making one of his super healthy smoothies that almost tasted good until he added yeast or seaweed or some shit and….was he humming a little? Holy shit that was cute. Richie quietly watched with appreciation for a few more moments before stepping forward and grabbing two big handfuls of ass.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie screeched, dropping some kind of leafy green on the ground.

“I would say sorry to disappoint but I’m pretty sure you’d rather see me than Jesus any day.” Eddie turned around, scowling.

“You’re lucky we have guest room or your ego and I wouldn’t both be able to live here.”

“Love it when you roast me babe.” Eddie’s mouth did that super cute thing where his lips got even thinner, pressing together with displeasure. He brandished a knife between them.

“ I could have cut off my fucking fingers off then gotten gangrene and died. Then only two people would have watched your Netflix premier instead of three.”

“Ouch, Eds gets another good one.” Richie says backing him closer to the counter in the cage he had made with his arms.

“No. Nope. I am not doing this fucking insult based foreplay first thing in the morning.” Eddie says slipping his way out like the tiny ninja he is. Richie watched appreciatively as he starts digging through the fridge.

“Are you sure the interview will be all wrapped up by 7?”

“You do know it’s not the 90’s anymore and we can watch things whenever we want,” A glare “But yeah for sure.” He tilts his head as Eddie bends all the way down to the vegetable crisper.

“Good. I’ll tell everyone to get here by then.”

“Everyone?” Richie raised an eyebrow. “Does Bill count as “everyone”?”

“No,” he replies sarcastically “Everyone is Bill, Bev and Ben.”

“Bev and-” Rich was actually slightly speechless “They flew out just for my….stupid Netflix special??”

“Well they have money to burn” Eddie says frowning at some kind of scary green juice “And it’s not stupid!” He turns looking at Richie seriously “It’s your first special for Netflix, and the first time you’ve had a set you wrote all by yourself since you were probably 25. Everyone needs to watch it and find out if you completely shit the bed or not.”

“You were at the filming-”

“Unimportant.” Eddie interrupts, finally choosing some bright orange juice to put in the smoothie. God damn it Richie was going to marry the shit out of him one day.

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Richie was practically vibrating with excitement on the way back from the interview, like some damn kid going to a sleepover. Walking in there was a chorus of his name being yelled with various levels of volume and enthusiasm.

“You bastards start pre-gaming without me?” He laughed as Bev threw her arms around him.

“We have to be a little drunk yo deal with you Trashmouth!” More hugs were given around before they settled around his (definitely not too big) television.

“How did the interview go?” Ben asked kindly.

“Great, like they all do-”

“Were there a lot of…” Bill cut in “Uh…”

“Gay questions?” Richie laughed.

“Did you officially come out?” Bev asked, perking up.

“I mean the special is called “Gay Clown”-”

“You said that was just a joke title-!!”

“So I think some people might have figured it out.” “Your social media is also super gay.” Bev said matter-of-factly.

“It is.” Ben says, staring ahead of him blankly. “Hey Eddie?”

“Hm?” the man replied, still staring at the computer where he was trying to Skype Mike in.

“Your running shorts are too small.” Eddie’s head whipped around as he started sputtering indignant curses, everyone else roaring with laughter.

“Don’t listen babe,” Richie says once he can speak again. “Your shorts are perfect.”

“Fuck you.”

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When they finally reach Mike at whatever paradise he was currently in they que up the special.

“This better be good Rich, I could be on the beach right now.”

“No promises.”

It is in fact very enjoyable for all of them. Bill, Bev and Ben all crying with laughter at one point. He thought even Mike’s eyes looked at little damp. Richie gets to enjoy the warm satisfied feeling of making people laugh again, from his own jokes. Even better when it was people you knew and cared about. But what really made his heart flutter so hard he though he might need medication was Eddie. He would glance at the others when a punchline was coming up, smiling with what looked like pride when everyone would double over laughing. Richie was so fucking in love it hurt.

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After everyone had tipsily left in their ubers Eddie had come up and held him from behind uncharacteristically tenderly.

“I really am proud of you Rich.” He spoke into his back.

“Whoa,” Richie said, feeling a heat spreading out from his chest. “I don’t know how to handle this sweet Eddie.” He turned, reaching up to gently grasp the shorter man’s waist.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Richie did, but only because his mouth was very busy pressing to Eddie’s. After a moment and a hum the angle changed and Eddie’s ( unfairly ripped) arms came up around his neck and he could help but think he’d let him put him in a choke hold any day.

‘Get it together Tozier.” He chastised himself as he pressed their bodies tighter together.

“So is all your material going to be about being gay now?” Eddie pulled back and smirked.

“I had a public mental breakdown, went back to my hometown and came back gay with a hot ass twunk boyfriend.” Eddie mouthed 'twunk?’ “That’s a fucking great story, everyone should hear it at least twice.”

“Too bad you can’t tell them the best parts of the story.” His boyfriend said sarcastically.

“I went from Richie Tozier bro womanizer to Richie Tozier gay stud homewrecker in less than a week, that’s way fucking better than the fucking clown.”

“Again with the ego.”

“Hey you’re the one who got seduced away from your wife-”

“Beep beep.” Eddie interrupted, grabbing his face and bringing their lips back together. Richie nearly groaned out loud, casually sliding one of his legs between Eddie’s.

“Rich,” he breathed “I’m not sure-”

“Hey, we’re both not 21 anymore, I don’t think I can get a successful boner this buzzed either.” Richie smirked, that swimming feeling behind his eyes becoming more noticeable.

“You’re gross.” Eddie frowned, then more quietly, almost shyly “But you know we both have tomorrow completely open…”

“Well lets go the fuck to sleep right now then.” Richie said, trying to burn the soft blush over Eddie’s cheekbones into into his memory. He power walked towards the bedroom practically ripping his clothes off. Eddie leaned on the door frame watching softly.

“Rich,” he looked over, almost breathless at the sight “I love you.”

Oh fuck, he was so fucking gone. This was too much. “Eds” he said trying to keep his voice from breaking “I love-”

Richie woke up.

It was violent, his whole body jerking. He panicked staring into the blackness, not understanding for a moment why he couldn’t see. His arm shot out feeling the half of the bed next to him. It was cold.

'No.’ he thought 'No, that’s not fucking fair.’

He practically falls out of bed, dry heaving several times on the floor. A grief so strong it felt like he had been stabbed ripped through him. It took several minutes for his lungs to remember to work again, broken sobs ripping out of his body instead of breaths. He sounded inhuman, like a dying animal. He felt as if all warmth in the world had been snuffed out, he couldn’t remember what what warmth had even felt like.

It wasn’t. Fucking. Fair.

For a few agonizing heartbeats he waited to see if the memories would be ripped out of his mind again, when they stayed he grabbed wildly for his phone, stumbling out onto his balcony. The city was awake as always, he could hear a siren in the distance. His hands were shaking so hard he nearly dropped the phone repeatedly trying to scroll through his contacts. His vision was more blurred than usual from the endless tears. He finally spotted a name. Bev. Clumsily he slammed the call button. No one picked up. He called again. And again.

Finally a groggy “Hello?”

“Bev.” he croaked, knowing he must sound like a mad man.

“Hello? Who is-?”

“Richie.”

“Oh, well how can I help you Richie?”

He clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth would break. She had the fake voice of someone disgruntled by being woken by a stranger, but who was forcing themselves to stay polite. He felt sick.

“Did you see it? You said you saw all of us, so did you know??”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you know he was going to die in….in that fucking place!! Did you see- why didn’t you try to stop it?!” His voice was rising, becoming a yell. Some part of him knew that if she could Bev would have done anything to change their fates. But it was a small part of him, a dying part.

“I’m sorry-I don’t-” Richie could hear a male voice in the background now, low and concerned.

“Is that Ben?” He demanded, hearing a soft gasp “Tell him- you fucking tell him he should have fucking left me down there! He should have left me with him!!” His voice was still rising, becoming hysterical.

“Richie-” A little recognition now, a little panic.

“They fucking pulled me out, for what? To save my life??” He laughed bitterly. The tears wouldn’t stop, and he could feel his head begin to pound. “Easy for him-for you, both of you. It’s easy to keep going together isn’t it? You got your happy ending.” he spat. They didn’t deserve that. They were his friends, he loved them. It didn’t matter.

“I loved him-” he choked out “I loved him and you should have let me stay-” he broke off wheezing out sobs. There was a pause , then

“Eddie….”

“Y-yeah. Eddie. You fucking remember now?” Ben’s voice was louder now, more frantic.

“Was there and order Bev? Did you know he was next? After Stan?” Stan. His heart throbbed again and he felt like doubling over. “Did you know it would be me after that?” He continued very quietly.

“Richie-” it was Ben and Bev now, she had switched it to speaker phone. “Calm down honey, please-”

“We figured we killed it and saved ourselves, huh? Only lost two out of seven, that’s a pretty good percent. But-” He swallowed heavily, heaving out a shaky breath. “that fucking clown is going to get one more of us before it’s all over. Sorry to mess up the statistics.”

“Richie please stop- just listen, it’s going to be okay. I don’t know what happened but-I’ll call Bill-I think he can-just stay there okay Rich-” Bev’s voice rapidly faded as his phone slipped out of his hand and fell to the sidewalk stories below. He watched as it hit the ground and shattered.

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I’m a morbid fuck and I hate happiness but I really can’t see Richie’s storyline turning out fine, he really is the most tragic character in my opinion. Ending is purposefully vague don’t kill me.

#Reddie #it #it fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kasprak #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #Bev marsh #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #it movies #it chapter 2 #angst #drabble #the loser's club #allusions to suicide #character death

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sarah--goff · 4 years

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Their Dark Materials: Chapter One

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Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door

Chapter One: Open here I flung the shutter

The wind picked up increasingly and you forcefully close your bedroom window.

Fuck, it was freezing in here.

You shiver and pull the quilt blanket further around your shoulders, flopping back on your bed. You dreamily resume watching the action at the window, fighting off the strong urge to sleep.

You watch mesmerised at the trees fighting for dominance in the wind. Even for the typical unpleasant British weather, tonight was unlike anything you’d ever seen. In some ways it thrilled you.

You doubted you could sleep with the underlying rumble of thunder.

Lying on your stomach, you close the sketch pad. You were supposed to write an essay tonight- due tomorrow- but creativity got the better of you. Instead, you’d drawn a few birds that you spotted earlier in the trees before the storm came.

Sharp tap, tap, taps at the window startle you in your sleepy state. You jump, making that the cluster of pencils on the bed bounce and clatter to the wooden floor.

must be hailing now

“Shit” you mumble with a sigh.

You duck under the bed to pick up the pencil that had rolled underneath, your hand scraping around in the darkness, the single candle was proving useless. Even if storms of this kind were rare and fascinating, they were causing havoc with the electrics. One dismal candle was all you had.

Tap.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

You recovered the pencils one by one, hurrying quickly to watch the flurry of hailstones at the window but you couldn’t see any. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed something dark and small hovering at the window- you couldn’t make it out properly in the little light.

Curiously, you opened the window a splinter to see it better, though it was probably next door’s cat.

A sharp cool air blew into the already chilly room.

You still couldn’t see what it was making the noise but whatever it was sounded very persistent- like it wanted to come in.

It ‘tapped’ now. You were right in front of it.

You open the window a little wider when the wind suddenly caught it, throwing it open dramatically.

You shield your face with you crossed arms at the wind that was let it into the small room, wrestling with your curtains, blowing them streaming.

The wind seemed to die down a little and you looked to the window blinking.

You didn’t expect to see a black bird lying on your window ledge, soaking from the downpour.

You leaned over it cautiously, as if your eyes deceived you.

A bird?

Had it been so desperate to shelter itself from the weather that it sought your cosy bedroom? Not much warmer in here, though.

Its’ chest heaved up and down heavily.

Towering over it, you noticed it was a sort of crow, but larger, a raven? You gasped. What was a raven doing here?

It had stilled considerably, and you really, really hoped it hadn’t died or something. Oh god.

You hurriedly closed the window, stilling the setting once more. The candle’s flame had been expelled in the conflict of the wind.

The raven appeared to be alive after a closer look. You scoop it up in your cold hands concerned even so.

You turn the poor thing over gently, you guess it must be hurt pretty bad since it didn’t bother to squawk or grapple in your careful hand.

The bird had gone limp.

Sucking in your breath, you inspect it as best you could in the little light you had from the moon glow pouring through your window.

The poor bird didn’t look badly beaten but it looked drained. You couldn’t leave it so dishevelled to fend for itself -especially on a night like this. You hesitated. Could you seriously care this bird?

It was too late to take it to a vet now. Maybe tomorrow you could take it after classes.

You didn’t know where to begin.

With a hand towel you find in your drawers, you start by drying it this way and that, warming it gently in the process. “Come on, bud” you muttered flicking your hair out of your eyes.

Did it need food? What do they eat? Your mind quizzed. How would you know?

Sure, you had stuff in the kitchen but for a bird…?

You thought for a second folding your arms and looking down at the poor thing looking for the answer.

You had some seeds and berry mix left in your rucksack from lunch today... it could make do for now. It was still a bird right? So it must like seeds.

A nest? They must have nests surely.

The bird thankfully looked a little more lively now though it still remained silent.

You pulled your various knitted scarves from the drawer, arranging them on your desk so they made a thick circular nest shape.

You scooped up the now-dry bird once again.

It obviously disliked the manhandling by the way it tried to wrestle with you, it opened and closed its mouth rapidly in protest, but no sound came out.

“Calm down- it’s just for a second!” you told it placing it in the centre of the makeshift nest.

It sat inside, gazing up at you almost condescendingly with those black beady eyes.

“Would you rather be out there?” you challenged the bird, gesturing to the raging storm outside.

As if on cue, a tree branch smacked the window harshly almost to the beat of the additional thunder and splutter of rain. The raven said nothing -of course it said nothing you idiot- but you imagined it made the bird version of pressing its mouth in a straight line.

‘That’s what I thought’.

“Well this is as good as it gets... Back in a sec” you hold up your finger to the raven moving to your bedroom door. “Don’t move”.

You pause to shake your head at yourself. Talking to a bird. Madness.

Was this really happening? Sure, you threw seeds to the odd magpie or got close enough to snap pictures of robins but nothing like this.

You softly tread down the stairs, careful not to disturb anyone in the room across the way from you, nipping to the kitchen to fetch a dish for the seed mix. In the darkness you feel around the shape of the fridge and washing machine to the cupboards. You gingerly open one and a rogue saucepan unexpectedly tumbles out before you can catch it.

Crashhh

You cringe at the sound internally praying you hadn’t caused your aunt or uncle to stir and wake. The last thing you need is another lecture.

You stay, crouching in the darkness, clutching the saucepan to your pounding heart. A minute ticked by and you decide it’s safe to move. You curse the saucepan as you put it back, making sure it wouldn’t do anymore cartwheels.

You rattle around in the dark, tucking your hair back from your face until your hands slid over the dish you want.

On the balls of your feet you hurry back to the room, dodging the squeaky floorboards.

You gently close your door behind you “sorry about that” you whispered in the darkness.

You felt around for your rucksack that lay discarded by your bed. You pluck the berry mix from your rucksack. You climb on your bed, dipping at your weight and squeaking at your every movement- the bloody old thing.

You sit cross legged pouring some of the contents in the dish with a few shakes, hoping you hadn’t accidentally spilt some, Kari would go spare complaining about attracting mice.

“Here you go” you set the dish down.

The raven made a curious movement of acknowledgement tilting its head seemingly watching you pour the mix in anticipation.

You finished, pushing it towards the raven encouragingly. “This isn’t the Ritz you know. No worms here”.

The bird didn’t react, so you let it be, when it wants to eat it’ll eat.

You tuck the berry mix into your rucksack ready for tomorrow.

Ugh tomorrow!

You look at the clock on the wall and run a hand over your face. It was tomorrow. How can face getting up now? You were going to sleep-walk through classes.

You dare a finger near the raven to see if it would let you pet it.

Surprisingly, it bends its head to let you stroke it softly. The bird still feels icy to the touch, that wasn’t good.

You gather it in the scarf nest and sit on your bed with the bundle cradled in your lap. You use the palm of your hand to warm it gently again. The wind died away outside, there was no longer thunder.

The bird began to settle down in your hold whilst you worked on it. It nuzzled your palm and you let out a relieved sigh now that it was warmer.

Well this was a weird turn of events.

You shift the bundle on your bedside table making sure to plump the wool around the raven to keep out the cold.

You strip to your underwear swiftly, turning briefly to the raven over your shoulder, it had slumped in the nest, but you could feel its beady eyes burning into your back in the darkness.

“naughty bird” you murmured, hopping into your nightdress before slipping into bed, the old thing creaked under your weight.

You yawn “goodnight bird, whoever you are” and turned over, thankful for sleep at last. You succumb almost immediately.

The bird said nothing.

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In your dream, you were in an ice-white room, in front of you, you saw a tall man with a long blue coat and blonde hair, but when you said “excuse me” and he turned, you woke up at that moment during the night, forgetting about it in the morning.

#labyrinth #labyrinth 1986 #labyrinth fanfiction #fanfic #jareth #the goblin king #labyrinthmovie

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cosmicflowerss · 4 years

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Chapter One -Beached

Hi, yes if you’ve already seen this I’m rewriting the story so bear with me. Also, Answer is the best comeback ever and pls watch it :)

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word count: 2206

content warnings: cursing, and adult themes

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The first thing Iseul noticed was the headache. She felt like her head had been hacked in with a hammer. She slowly opened her eyes. She was laying in the soft warm sand at, where she assumed was a beach. The waves started to inch toward her. The tide was coming in. She was very confused as to where she was. She checked her jeans pocket for her phone, no phone. She's fucked.

Iseul stared dully at the horizon the sun blazing down on her and the warm wind rustling her hair. This was definitely not Maine. She would otherwise be standing shivering in the cold, soaked to the bone. No, this wasn’t Maine. But where was she exactly? There was a strikingly blue sea in front of her, and behind her, there was a thick rainforest. Those were the only two things she could see for miles. Looking at the sun Iseul guessed that it was past noon.

Her memories were not of much use to her, the last thing she could remember is gushing to her friend Joy about how excited she was to be finally going back home for the weekend. Armed with limited recollections, a splitting headache, and really a desire to have a bite to eat she headed out.

The soft sand made it difficult for Iseul to move, her heavy-set combat boots were only dragging her down. She had shed her thick fall coat a while ago, the heat making it nearly unbearable for her. The area where she inexplicably found herself reminded her of a Pirates of the Caribbean movie. The soft sand, the warm breeze, the lush green palm trees, and a thick bush that seemed impossible to navigate through.

Iseul could feel her head throbbing, and honestly panic started to set into her. She had no idea where she was, nothing to eat or to drink, even Bear Grylls wouldn’t know what to do. She trudged through the thick foliage of the forest, branches, and thorns scratching her arm and face. Iseul wondered if some might be poisonous. Dying of poison, not even a half-day at this strange place would be very embarrassing. She would roll up in the afterlife all dead and all, and other dead people would ask her how she died, and she’d have to say, ‘oh yeah I died because a strange plant scraped me’ and the rest would all laugh at her, that was worst case scenario though.

With every step Iseul took the forest seemed to get thicker, she seemed to be losing light. The thought of sleeping in this strange place scared her. How darker it got the more mosquitoes came alive, then the small rodents, and after the small rodents came the big animals. It wouldn’t surprise her if panthers lived in these woods.

Iseul climbed over branches and fallen logs. Many branches hung in her face and frankly it scared her every time a particularly big one cast a shadow. While ducking from a branch with needles Iseul tripped over a log. As she neared the ground, she felt a searing pain shoot through her right ankle. Iseul knew that pain all too well. As she sprained her ankle a few times while dancing, but this pain was the worst she’d ever experienced. The white-hot pain traveled up her leg. She saw stars. Her breathes became shorter. She could only croak a soft “Help.” As if that would be of much use, she was the only one there.

Iseul stared up at the treetops. Hoping, praying to a God she’d never met before for help. Even the smallest ounce of willpower would help. Her hands were shaking. This had to be a bad dream. Iseul mustered all her strength to stand up and find safety. The sun had set a long time ago. The moment she set weight on her right leg the pain shot up her leg. Her knees buckled, yet she didn’t fall. Iseul limped through the woods. Without a light, she barely could see her hand in front of her face.

Scampering she managed to climb up a small hill. The canopy was less dense up there. In the moonlight, she could see her surroundings. On top of the hill were a few trees and some shrubbery, but it was pretty barren. There wasn’t anything to eat or to drink. And she wasn’t going to go looking for it in the dark with her ankle. She’d have to do with what she had at the moment, which was nothing.

Iseul made the decision to climb up one of the two trees and hope there weren’t any wild cats in the tree, it was that or sleep on the ground and Iseul knew which she preferred. The tree she climbed up had thick-looking branches at the top where she hoped she could at least rest. Climbing, though, proved difficult. Her ankle felt like it would fall off every time she put any weight on it. And her sturdy combat-boots weren't ideal for climbing

Iseul gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to cry when her right foot came stuck on a branch. She tried to free her foot with one hand while the other held on to the tree, she was like four feet off the ground. If she fell now, she would surely break her ribs, so practically dead. She was almost at the top, she couldn’t stop here. Her right arm started to cramp from the weight of her hanging on it, while her left foot also was slipping from the branch it was on. While trying to untie her boot with her left hand a falling branch hit her ankle, thank god it wasn’t her head, the pain caused her to jerk her leg and untangle her ankle. Iseul quickly grabbed the branch she was hanging from with both hands and hoisted herself up.

Iseul sat comfortably, well as comfortable as you can be on a branch, on one of the thick top branches. She carefully untied her boot and, damn, her ankle looked rough. Her ankle was completely red with deep purples peeking though. Iseul grabbed her sock and tied hit around her ankle as a sort of improvised compression wrap. She tied the laces of her boots together and hung them on the branch. Iseul tied her belt around her thighs and the tree-branch to prevent her from falling.

Once Iseul came down from the shock of it all she took a good look at the sky. And it was beautiful. The stars looked like it came straight out of a picture. And she felt like she could see every star that ever existed. Iseul felt terrifyingly small and insignificant, and she mostly felt lost. Both in the spiritual and literal sense. She heaved a sigh. The world felt like it was pressing down on her. And she was starving, the deep primal lust or food overcame her and she seriously debated on eating some of the tree bark. Soon Iseul fell into a restless sleep.

Iseul woke to the bright song of some kind of bird in her ear. She supposes that the song could bee perceived as beautiful, all it did though was give Iseul a headache. That could also be just the thirst speaking though. The sun was starting to rise causing a yellow hue to be cast over the shoreline. Now that she looked at the shoreline from a different perspective, literally, she noticed that she’d hadn’t come very far. One-two miles tops. And, that a ship wasn't too far from the shoreline. The ship looked like one of those big European merchant ships. Like the ones, you see in documentaries about colonialism in the 17th century. But more importantly, ships had a crew, and a crew meant people, and people meant help. And honestly, with her ankle, Iseul would very much appreciate the help.

Carefully Iseul put her shoes on, untied herself, and climbed down the tree. Her mouth was swollen and dry from the lack of hydration and her lips were severely chapped. The pain in her ankle was still there but it had lessened from the day before. She knew that she couldn’t support her full weight on her bad ankle but she’d have to do with what she had. She knew that she’d have to look for water, mainly. Food would be an appreciated bonus but it wasn’t necessary for survival. In retrospect, she realized, it would be better is she had looked for a water source up in the tree. Now, though she wasn’t about to climb back in the tree.

Iseul saw a flock of birds flying overhead, the birds were flying parallel to the shoreline. The way the birds were flying was downhill so Iseul thought that would be her best shot. Seeing as the birds maybe were flocking to a water source, at least if her biology classes were correct. Iseul carefully scampered down the rocky hill. She kept nearly falling seeing as multiple rocks were loose. She didn’t understand how she climbed up that hill yesterday without failing, also with a weak ankle. Iseul nearly made it down the hill if not for that tree root that stuck out. For the second time in two days, Iseul tripped. She’s coming close to her old record of falling 5 times in two days.

The wounds from her fall weren’t that bad. She had a few scrapes here and there but that’ll heal. What was more concerning was the fact that the pain in her ankle came back with a vengeance. For what was only as throbbing pain not more than ten minutes ago was now full-on searing pain. Iseul let out small gasps of pain. Tears were streaming down her face, the shock of the whole situation had worn off. She was stuck in a strange land. No phone, no food, no water. She badly twisted her ankle. Some mean-spirited god seemed to have it out for her. She just wanted to go home. Have her mom’s homecooked meals while she sang along to the early 2000s songs with her brother. Iseul’s mind was spiraling out of control. Filled with what-ifs, and why’s. What if she never got home. Why her? Would she die here? What if she’d never see her mo-No! Iseul decided, she shall and will get home. Whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes, ran through her mind as she stood up despite the excruciating pain in her ankle. Whatever it takes, as she realized that the soft sound of water she’d been hearing wasn’t the white-noise from the sea but a small waterfall. Iseul carefully hiked to the waterfall. She avoided the thick roots in the ground growing from the trees that cast scary shadows in the dark. The shrubbery and foliage seemed to get greener as she neared the waterfall. As she neared the noise she realized that she’d have to climb up a cliff. The hill was dark brown with jagged rocks and mangled tree roots sticking out of it. Iseul comforted herself she’d clumb millions of walls before-- this is nothing different from the indoor rock-climbing facility that she frequents at home. Nothing different except she doesn’t have the use of one ankle, no safety harness and she’s not sure if the rocks won’t give in, she’ll be fine.

Iseul carefully lifted her right foot and placed it on the nearest rock. Her left hand followed to the root that stuck out. She’s got this. Okay, now the challenging part, not passing out from pain every time she put the least pressure on her ankle. With an insane amount of control, she put her left foot on a stone parallel to her right. Iseul gritted her teeth and pushed herself up. Okay, next. Again she lifted her left foot and placed it on a root with her right-hand finding a rock. She pushed herself up and placed her left foot on a stone. She gasped from the pain but didn’t ’t let go. She would get that water goddammit. In a snails-pace, she carefully got to the top of the cliff. Now she could look down she noticed that it wasn’t that far up. She was just overreacting.

Iseul comforted herself as she finally drank the ice-cold water from the waterfall. She felt like how her cacti feel when they get watered, hydrated and thriving basically. She also took a well-deserved bath. And honestly, if she didn’t feel so gross from sweat and dirt she really wouldn’t recommend taking a bath from a mountain river, it was fucking cold. She let herself dry in the sun and changed into her clothes again. Iseul sat for hours basking in the sun on a large rock near the waterfall. Like a lizard. Iseul felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. In stark juxtaposition to the absolute panic, she felt a few hours earlier, maybe that was the aftermath of her eventful day and a half, maybe it was the hunger.

“Come with me, you fuckin’ spy!” Iseul was jolted from her daydreams by a deep raspy voice and a knife against her neck.

#Ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez scenarios #ATZ #ateez pirate au #atiny #hongjoong #Seonghwa #Yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #hope u like this!#stream answer #and vote for ateez #:0

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love-and-monsters · 5 years

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Alien Encounter Pt. 5: Heat Wave

Just a heads up, this will be the last part of the story posting this month! The rest will be LGBT+ stories in honor of pride month. If you would like to suggest some ideas, then I am all for it!

The storms grew gradually more frequent and got worse every time. Within two weeks, it was more common to see the sky full of dark gray, turbulent clouds than blue. The temperature seemed to have dropped as well, though only by a few degrees, and the humidity had spiked. Despite the fact that I wasn’t doing much more than sitting around, I was almost constantly soaked in sweat and my breathing was labored.

If anything, the humidity seemed only to invigorate Valain. He was more active than ever, patrolling constantly and dragging large amounts of food back into the house. “The storms are important to the local ecosystem,” he explained. “Most of the fruit-bearing plants around here evolved to allow the storm to carry their seeds away from them. It’ll take a little while before we can forage again.”

I glanced nervously at the window. It was already looking pretty bad outside- the clouds were right on the edge of bursting, dark gray with water. “It’s going to get worse?”

“Yes. The season won’t peak for another two weeks, but it’s good to be prepared. There could be a bad storm a little early.” He grinned at me, showing off his eyeteeth. I just stared levelly back at him. His smile faded. “It’ll be all right.”

I just sagged back against the wall and took a deep breath. “I’m just waiting for the damn humidity to go away. How do you stand it?”

“It’s just water in the air. I can absorb it from there just as easily as I can in the water. If anything, it makes it easier for me. Dry heat it awful.” He poked the tip of his tongue out of his mouth.

“Better than this,” I said. “I can’t breathe.” I slumped sideways on the floor, spreading out my limbs. It barely helped. There was nothing cool anymore. Even going into the pool Valain had was no use. It was too humid for the water to give any relief.

Valain approached me slowly, leaning over me. “You do look a bit damp,” he said. “And you’ve certainly been drinking enough.”

“The air feels like soup,” I complained. “I think I’m melting.”

Valain sat down next to my head and ran a cloth over my face. It barely helped. “Do humans usually secrete liquid at this volume?” he asked.

“It’s sweat. Water comes out of our pores and it evaporates and that cools us off. But it’s not evaporating because it’s too damn humid out.” I took the cloth from Valain’s hands and tried to wipe myself off with it. It helped, but only slightly. The air was dead still and there wasn’t even a refreshing breeze. I almost wished another storm would start up so at least the air would start circulating again.

“Are you going to be okay?” Valain asked. “You’ve moved about two tails in the past three days.”

“I don’t know. As long as I get enough water, I’ll probably live. I’ll just be really miserable.”

Valain frowned, tail curling close to his body. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Just keep bringing me water, if you can.”

Valain nodded and refilled the bottle I’d been keeping at my side. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep just to avoid the hellish warmth, but nothing seemed to be helping all that much. There was nothing I could do but lie there and sweat.

Despite the heat, I managed to fall asleep. It was the sort of sleep where you’re just barely beneath the surface of consciousness. I woke frequently and odd dreams mingled with reality until I wasn’t really sure when I was awake or asleep. All I knew was that I was in a muggy and uncomfortable state that I just wanted to go away.

A rumble of thunder woke me with a start. I sat up. It was night and the clouds blocked enough of the sky that it was nearly pitch black. When my eyes adjusted, I could see Valain curled into a ball, sleeping comfortably next to me.

I stumbled to my feet. My mouth felt thick and sticky and sweat coated my body. My stomach was churning and I couldn’t stop shaking. I could feel the blood drain from my face and I stumbled out onto the small balcony of Valain’s house.

There was an actual breeze when I left the house. It blew away some of the sweat on my brow and made me feel a little less ill. My stomach rolled again and I leaned over the balcony edge just in time for the contents of my stomach to make a reappearance.

It took a minute or two for me to stop heaving and I sagged over the edge of the balcony. The air was still horrendously humid and everything seemed to be spinning slowly, but at least the breeze felt good against my face. I sagged bonelessly over the balcony edge, eyes sliding almost shut.

Something grabbed the back of my shirt and hauled me backwards. I sprawled across the balcony on my back, blinking stupidly up at Valain. He was standing over me, eyes wide and ears pinned back.

“Are you all right? What happened?” He bent down close to me, nose twitching as he sniffed. He recoiled almost instantly. “You smell like sick.”

I had to lick my lips and swallow a few times before my mouth was moist enough to speak. “I think I might have been dehydrated.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Valain had dashed back into the house. He returned with my water bottle. I took a few sips from it. The water was warm and it took some willpower to force myself to drink it. Valain crouched next to me, tail twitching with nervousness.

“You’re not sick, are you?” he asked. His voice had pitched up slightly with nervousness. “I don’t have any medicine for you. If you’re sick-”

“I’m not. I was dehydrated. I must have sweated out all my fluids while I was asleep.”

Valain poked the tip of his tongue out of his mouth. “Ew.”

I gulped another mouthful of water. It was very nasty. “Don’t go ‘ew’. You’re the one who’s slimy all the time.”

He snorted. “I am supposed to be like this. You are not.”

I shrugged. The relief that came from vomiting was pretty rapidly being replaced with another bout of dizziness and awful heat. I sank to the ground. Valain sank down next to me. His limbs twitched, like he was itching to move. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked. His hand twitched again, reaching out like he was trying to put a hand on my shoulder, then he thought better of it.

“Dunno.” I sank fully down onto the ground, spreading my arms and legs out. Valain scooted away to give me some more space. “I feel pretty terrible.”

Valain’s ears twitched back against his head. “I need to do something,” he said. “What can I do to make this easier for you? I… what do humans do when it’s too hot for them?”

“Turn on the air conditioning,” I said. Valain shook his head.

“It’s not installed out here, we’re not supposed to have cooling or heating elements in our houses. What else?” He leaned over me, his face above mine.

I sighed. “Uhh. Not sure. I work in spaceships. I’m not a survivalist.”

Valain growled quietly. He stalked in a tight circle, then reared up onto his hind legs. “There must be something,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. He turned and walked back into the house. After a moment, I pushed myself up and followed him.

He was tearing through something that resembled a bookshelf. The books on it were made of a waxy sort of plant matter and the ink had been injected into the pages like a tattoo. Valain sat back on the ground, flipping through thick book with an illustration of a member of his species on the front. “Heatstroke, heatstroke,” he mumbled as he flipped through the pages. “Mmmm, here.” He paused on one of the pages and drew his finger down one of the lines of text. “Lower internal temperature, give water, try to rest…” He read silently for a moment longer, then hissed. “I know all this already and we’re doing it!” He flipped past a few more pages, glaring at the text as though that would make things jump out at him.

I was lying back down on the floor when Valain jumped up with a sharp cry. I sat up. “What?”

“Uh. We maybe have something,” he said. “Give me a moment.”

He walked into the kitchen area and leaned over the small fridge he was allowed. “Do you want me to sit in front of there?” I asked. “It doesn’t really project cold air that well and I don’t fit inside it.”

“You don’t need to fit inside it,” Valain said. “I have a better idea. Something I learned a while ago that I think might work for humans.” He placed a few cloths into the refrigerator and closed the door. “Do you think you can wait for a little bit?”

I shrugged. “Do I have any kind of a choice?” Valain’s ears drooped slightly. I waved a hand vaguely. “I’m fine. Ish. I’m fine-ish. I’ll live, anyway.” Valain’s ears pricked up again and he nodded. He stood next to the fridge, carefully waving his tail at me. His fins were held stiff so that he could use it like a fan. The air was so muggy that it barely helped, but it was better than nothing.

After a few minutes, Valain opened the refrigerator again and pulled out the cloths he’d put in. “Sit up,” he said, crouching next to me on the floor. “Where are your major arteries?”

I blinked at him, already sitting most of the way up. “Sorry, what?”

“Your arteries? I’d assume they’re in similar places to mine, but I should ask, still.” He stared at me intently, surveying me like he was trying to see my veins through my skin.

“Wrists, neck, thighs,” I said. “I think? I’m not a medical expert or anything, but I think that’s right.”

Valain took one of the cloths and wrapped it around one of my wrists, then the other one. He carefully pressed another cloth to my throat. Then he went down and started fiddling with my pants around my thighs.

I yelped as his fingers brushed against the inside of my thighs. Valain froze, tail sticking straight out behind him like a startled cat. “What?”

“I can do that myself,” I said. I took the cloths from him and pressed them to the inside of my thighs. Valain retreated a few paces, watching me with a rather guilty look on his face.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I thought- I shouldn’t have just started touching you.”

“It’s okay. Just ask next time,” I said. The cloths lying across my body were surprisingly helpful. I was already starting to feel a little better, a little more clearheaded. Valain sat next to me, sprawling out on the floor in a position not unlike a tired cat. “This was a good idea,” I said. Valain lifted his head and gave me a gentle smile.

“I’m glad. You look a little better too.” He reached out and poked my cheek. “You’ve got your color back.”

I playfully knocked his hand away. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better. But this isn’t going to last forever. The cloths are going to warm up again.”

“We can repeat the process. And, if it helps, I can keep trying to fan you.” He waved his tail in my direction, stirring up a slightly more helpful breeze this time. “The storms should only last a little longer and the humidity goes down a bit after the particularly bad storms. It’s one of the warmest times of year right now.”

“At least it’ll be over soon,” I mumbled. Valain nodded.

The cool sensation from the cloths reached my cores. The air no longer seemed quite as oppressive. The sweat on my body wasn’t quite as horribly sticky. My eyelids fluttered closed, then opened again. Valain stretched out at my side, tail still waving. My eyes drifted shut again.

When they reopened, the light in the room had changed. There were a few golden sunbeams trailing in. I had to stare at them for a few minutes before I realized that they were, indeed, real and not some sort of dream or hazy hallucination. Slowly, I got up, letting the cloths on my body slide to the floor.

When I peeked through the window, I saw a small gap in the clouds, sending brilliant rays of sunlight dancing across the forest. Soft sounds echoed across the forest, cries of animals mingling with the rustling of leaves. I wondered if the break in the storm was an opportunity to scavenge. Did they all hide away in the bad weather or were they adapted to keep going even in the worst of storms?

Something landed on the balcony. I stared at it. The thing was greenish and covered in leathery skin. It looked a little birdlike, with wings and small feet but it used its wings as an extra set of legs. It was close enough that I could see little teeth in its beaked mouth. One of its little eyes focused on me and it regarded me for a long moment before it took off again. I watched as it plunged back into the treetops.

I stood at the window for a few more moments, looking around the forest, but despite some movement, I didn’t see any other animals. When the heat started to become oppressive again, I walked back over to the fridge and placed the cloths back inside.

Valain was still curled on the ground and I had to carefully pick my way around him to get to the fridge. He seemed completely asleep. His face was smooth, his limbs completely relaxed. Every so often, one of his fins or even his tail would twitch. My mouth twitched into san involuntary smile as I watched him. It was quite adorable. I was struck by a sudden feeling of affection for him. He hadn’t needed to take me in and it was obvious he was going through pains to keep me safe. I smiled down at him, gratitude swelling in my chest.

“Thank you,” I told him. He twitched slightly, one of his ears flicking. “For everything.” He made no response. “Maybe I should wait and tell you when you’re awake, huh.” He still didn’t move. “Right.”

I removed the cloths from the fridge again and carefully lay them over my body. The cooling effect was immediate and satisfying. I settled next to Valain and gave him a small smile. “I’m glad it was you,” I said. “See you when we wake up.”

I knew that he was asleep, but his lips twitched into a faint smile as I spoke.

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lovelybuccky · 5 years

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Three Things That Are Certain (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your mother once taught you that when you feel afraid, you should look at your surroundings and find at least three things that are certain, just three things that you know to be true. However, a collection of photos are found from different points in history, and you are in every single one. Questions are being raised, and you are finding it more and more difficult to name those three things. But he is there to remind you of what they are.

Warnings: Violence, profanity, graphic violence and descriptions of pain in later chapters.

A/N: Woo chapter two! I know I basically just uploaded chapter one but I don’t actually have an upload schedule yet sooo...yeah haha. Also Bucky is actually in this chapter so that’s good :’)

Previous Chapter

It always amazing how much can happen in a day. Just this morning you were buying flowers at the market, finding anyway to brighten up your bleak apartment. It’s only temporary, you would tell yourself.

Then on your way back you were snatched away and beaten to pulp, flowers scattered across the alley floor. Eventually you woke up, experienced another beating, prepared yourself for death and then Captain freaking America turns up flies you to New York.

So a pretty eventful day.

Now your in the Avengers Compound, and it’s weird. It’s a stark contrast from your apartment in Berlin. The sofa your sat on actually has a cover, the fridge appears to be fully-functional, and you can walk around without your feet sticking to the floor. It’s very plush, and you’re just not used to it.

You squirm in your seat, shaking hands clinging onto your hot mug, a blanket draped over your shoulders. You should have been taken to a proper interrogation room for questioning, but after watching you intently throughout the journey here, Captain Rogers insisted that you were questioned in the comfort of the Avengers living room. These were special circumstances after all.

Only the Captain, Widow, Falcon and Hawkeye were on the mission, but the rest of the Avengers were brought together upon your arrival. It was easier this way, everyone getting all the information at the same time. There was a moment of silence before Stark finally broke it.

“So, were you born a freak or did they make you that way?”

“Tony-“

“What? This kid has been travelling through time, does it not make you just a little bit edgy that she could literally be playing this moment over and over again until it goes her way? Because I don’t think you are fully aware of what she’s capable of, Cap.”

“I am aware, but she’s just a kid, Tony. Yes she’s powerful, but so are all of us. We don’t know her intentions yet, she’s no more of a threat to us than we are to each other.”

All eyes are on you, and you swallow reflexively. You try to think of something witty to say, a sassy comeback to lighten the mood, but you realise it’s probably not the right time and you are just too tired. Clearing your throat, you interrupt the discussion, “I’m…thank you for the generosity you’ve shown towards me. I understand you concerns, they are completely justified. I will try to answer you’re questions as truthfully as I can, and I can assure you that my powers are no threat to you. They scare me just as much as they scare you…”

That last sentence comes out as a mumble, inaudible to everyone in the room. Well, almost everyone. Your gaze flickers to a familiar pair of blue eyes, staring back at you. They seem softer now, and there’s something else there that you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s not pity, not sympathy but almost…understanding?

Your eyes shoot back to Stark’s as he clears his throat, and the questioning begins, “Okay, let’s start easy. Were you born with these powers or were they given to you?”

You hesitate, “I wouldn’t say given…Hydra made me this way, against my will.”

“So you were an experiment?” Widow questions.

“I…guess so.”

“You guess so?” Falcon pushes.

“Well, I don’t know how many there were before me.”

“There are others like you?” Hawkeye chimes in.

“I-I wouldn’t know…I was kept in isolation, only let out for tests and training.”

Cap’s turn, “Training?”

“Yeah, you know like…physical training, combat and-“

Now everyone wanted a turn.

“You can fight?”

“Uh kind of, it’s a bit more complicated than that-“

“What’s complicated about it? Can you fight, yes or no?”

“Well, yes, but only when-“

“Then how did they catch you so easily? Why didn’t you just go back in time to before they caught you and attack them when they least expect it?”

“Well-“

“Clearly they didn’t catch her so easily if she’s managed to avoid them for like…70 years. What’s up with that by the way? How are you the same age in all of these photos?”

“It’s-“

“Dude, do you know nothing about time travel? Obviously she hasn’t just been wondering around for 70 years, she could go back right now and get her photo taken in some other point in history and she would have only aged five minutes.”

“Actually, it’s not as-“

“But if you think about it…”

It’s never-ending. You can barely get out one answer before two more questions are fired your way. Everyone is talking over one another, talking over you, and it’s starting to get overwhelming. Yeah, you usually don’t have trouble holding your own, but you’ve had one heck of a day and you are exhausted. You can’t even think straight anymore, your mind a whirlwind of answers and your own questions that had formed over the last few hours. How did Hydra find you? How did the Avengers know to rescue you? How much do they actually know about you already? Are you really safe here?

Vision becoming hazy, your eyes fall back onto the one person who hasn’t asked any questions. He scans your face, instantly recognising your distress and uncrosses his arms, “Guys. Guys…Hey!”

The room goes silent. Everyone’s staring at him now, and Stark’s arms are up in mock surrender, “Frosty has spoken. Everybody run for cover.”

Bucky ignores his comment, “It’s nearly two in the morning, can’t this wait until later? She’s clearly not a threat to us, otherwise she would have done something by now. Look at her, she’s been through enough today. She’ll be more useful to you when she’s had some rest and can answer your questions properly. Steve, Nat, Clint, Sam - your mission wasn’t easy, you need a breather too. And for the love of God,” he glares at Tony, “ask one damn question at a time, your giving me a headache.”

They continue to stare back at him, mouths agape. Clearly this doesn’t happen often.

Steve is the first to recover from the outburst, “Bucky’s right. This isn’t going to work if our head’s aren’t fully in it. We’ll get some sleep and continue this in the after noon. I do have just one question though,” his gaze settles on you again, “what’s your name?”

You can’t help but laugh, the fact that nobody had asked until now summed up this situation in all its absurdity, “Y/N, my name’s Y/N.”

He smiles genuinely at you, “Y/N, I’ll show you to your room whilst Nat and Wanda find you some spare clothes. You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen, and if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask.”

A fraction of the weight is lifted off your shoulders - not much, but it’s enough, “Thank you…Captain.”

He shakes his head, “Please, call me Steve.”.

You nod and let him lead the way, painfully aware of one set of eyes following you on your way out.

Coming out of the bathroom, you towel dry your hair and sit on the edge of your bed. Nat and Wanda had found some sweatpants, a t-shirt and a pair of thick socks for you to wear. They were obviously unworn, you don’t recall a time when you wore something so soft.

Glancing at the clock, you see it’s just past 2:30am, and suddenly a wave of exhaustion hits you. You hang up the towel and crawl into your bed. The covers are warm and fresh, and the mattress is so soft beneath you you feel like you’re floating. It doesn’t take long for the realm of sleep to welcome you with open arms.

Your eyes shoot open, sitting bolt up right as a bead of sweat trickles down your forehead, your chest heaving. It was just a dream, you think to yourself, it wasn’t real, just go back to sleep. Laying your head back down on the pillow you blink at the ceiling.

But it felt so real. You dreamt you were back in that God forsaken chair, leather straps holding you in place. Through a glass window you saw your family and old friends, facing away from you. You screamed and cried for them to turn around, to save you and take you home, but no sound came out. Tears were streaming down your face as they yanked your shoulders back and injected you with that sickly green liquid. The last thing you saw were the faceless figures of the guards and scientists that surrounded you, before you started falling, spiralling into the abyss.

…yeah this just won’t do.

Leaning across the bed you check the clock. 3:24am.

Okay, you could run off just two hours of sleep, right? Not that you had much choice anyway, there was no way you’d be able to fall back asleep now. You climb out of bed and head for the kitchen. A glass of water would probably help. Ideally you’d have a cup of coffee, but you didn’t want to risk waking up the others, especially not after all they had done to rescue you from that hell-hole.

Flicking the switch to the kitchen lights, you’re startled when you see another person in there already, setting up the coffee machine.

It was him.

He looks over at you, taking in your appearance, “Couldn’t sleep?”

You shrug, “Bad dream.”

He nods in understanding before chuckling slightly, “Me too.”

You look at each other for a moment, both recognising that neither wanted to push the other further, and both understanding that that was okay. He’s the first to break the silence, “Coffee?”

“I-uh…that would be great, thank you.”

You plop yourself onto one of the breakfast stools as he busies himself making the coffees. It’s silent between you two, but it’s not tense or uncomfortable, it’s just kind of…there. After a few minutes he slides your coffee across the counter to you, “Listen, I’m sorry about the others earlier. They were tired and…well this kind of thing doesn’t usually happen. I promise they mean well, we’re all just a bit…spooked, I guess.”

There’s a slight Brooklyn twang in his accent, and for some reason it makes you smile, “The Avengers? Spooked? I almost feel quite proud of myself.”

He laughs at that, and it makes something inside you buzz. His eyes crinkle at the sides, a full toothed smile caressing his features. Seeing him like this is odd, seeing him smile is odd, but something about it still makes you feel warm inside and you can’t pin point why. You dismiss it, it’s probably just your lack of sleep.

His eyes scan yours for the second time that evening, what he’s looking for you don’t know. He stops abruptly though, a realisation hitting him, “I-um, I’m sorry I-uh never properly introduced myself, I’m Bucky.” He holds out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand in yours, shaking it as you chuckle to yourself. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What?”

You stop for a moment. You were going to have to tell him and the others eventually, you might as well jump this hurdle now and get it over with.

“We, uh…we’ve actually met before.”

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky #james buchanan barnes

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alloveroliver · 6 years

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“Withering Albatross”

Amon x MC

SFW Horror Genre

Notes: This is NOT fluff nor smut.

TW: brief mention of needles

Halloween Themed- Prompt List WC: 1,556

74“You don’t feel it yet, but you will soon.”

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Water splashed over the side of the tub as I plopped down into the bubbly concoction, unconcerned for the slippery consequences ahead. I sank down under the tower of bubbles, keeping my nose just above the waterline. I made sure my shoulders where being soaked in the heat since that’s where I was holding my tension.

The guys had been nice to me since I arrived at their headquarters. Yet, I still felt a sense of uneasiness as the evening went on. Once the time came for me to sleep, the silence of being alone caused the pit in my stomach to grow.

I rubbed my arm under the shield of bubbles, coaxing my muscles to finally relax, to no avail. Flipping abruptly to my right, the water sloshed around me in waves. I allowed the right side of my hair to dip down further, watching it swirl around in the liquid ether.

Going out of their way for someone they just met, throwing a party and preparing a room for my stay, gave me a sense of easiness. Despite my worries a small hope sprang up inside of me. They seem to take me on as their own so quickly, calming me marginally. Maybe I actually could make it here for a month.

Outside the comfort of the warm bath, I darted across the cool bedroom in freshly laundered sleepwear, to my new bed for the next moon cycle. Slipping under the covers in the dark, I pulled them up to my chin. I followed the patterns on the ceiling now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark. However, my rapidly cooling body temperature seemed rip through the veil of comfort I painted for myself.

My chest was heavy as a suffocating weight bore down onto me, keeping me from moving. My mind misfired over and over as I tried to process all the new information I gained. Even with their comforting words and promises, I was in no shape to relax with the information I was ‘safe’.

Sleep evaded me for hours, I worried for the life I was ripped from when I fell into that damn rabbit hole. What would happen to my home, and my job? Would anyone even be looking for me if I was missing for that long?

Tiny insecurities became huge rips in my psyche the longer I lay in the foreign bed. The soft sheets felt like a trap, coaxing me into a sleep that I wasn’t sure I could benefit from. My head felt like a rock, growing heavier the more the clock on the wall ticked away.

After many long hours of staring up at the alien ceiling, sleep yanked me down into its bothersome embrace. My mind dipped into the inky ocean of dreams, yet my body kept a keen sense of my surroundings in the present room.

Visions of flipping and twisting nauseated me. The walls of the small cylinder I fell through, wiped past me at neck breaking speeds. Another long sigh fell off my lips as the walls twisted and turned, aggravating me. The tunnel stretched on for days while I continuously plummeted. As soon as the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach grew accustomed to the falling sensation, it would start back up in my throat again bringing an unbridled panic to the forefront of my mind once more.

I tried to find the comfort in the discomfort to no avail. I crossed my arms only spinning faster, then tired pulling my knees to my chest, yet every position was just as repugnant as the next. My vision flickers when an icy sensation crept over my head. I clenched my eyes, but through the dream I became painfully aware of a sickening sting wash over the back of my neck.

I woke up with a start, bolting upright in bed just to be held down by solid hands. My eyes craned around the room in hopes to make sense of my interrupted sleep. As my pupils dilated, two figures boring over me came into view. One man held my torso down with one large hand while the other continued to prod my neck.

“AH!” I yelled, thrashing my legs wildly into the nondescript figure.

His other hand flew up to my mouth, pushing hard enough for my teeth to cut the inside of my lip. The icy feeling on my neck began to centralize into a sharp pain I could pinpoint.

“Is that all of it, Amon?” the shadowed figure over me spoke in a hushed tone.

I jerked my body again in defiance.

“Pretty much.” The other cloaked man spoke in a huskier voice.

“HM!?” I voiced under the solid hand.

“You don’t feel it yet, but you will soon.” Amon pulled away from my neck, bringing a small syringe into view.

The icy pain began to spread down my back, racing through my veins towards my extremities. What was this he injected me with? Who were these two men and how did they get in here?

My thoughts slowed as a darkness deeper than sleep encased me, numbing my body before finally my taking away my sight.

My eyes tried to part, yet they were sticking together as if I had been asleep for days. I managed to wiggle my fingers rousing my body from its forced coma. My back hummed with numbness from the lack of circulation.

Weakly, I brought my hand up to my face, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Then, running my fingers over my chapped lips, I felt the razor sharp ridges prod the tip. I moved my tongue to lap at them, realizing it felt as if I had swallowed cotton. My dry throat began to flex at just the mere thought of water.

I moved my neck to the side, feeling it pop when I managed to do so. Another unfamiliar room came into focus. I noted the damp stone walls, rusted iron bars and a hay covered floor. I was in the far corner, laying on the solid floor shrouded in a dark shadow thanks to the lack of windows in the frigid cell.

What did I do wrong to be brought here? Panic surged through me, yet my muscles were too weak to react. My arm plopped back down to my side as a rushing headache began pulsing in my skull. My temples throbbed but I did nothing to try to soothe myself. I was here, by shear bad luck but somehow it felt like I deserved it.

I sat unmoving for hours, leaving me with only toxic thoughts. I wanted to pinch myself, to snap myself out of it and say ‘Hey, the black army promised to protect you. They may be coming for you right now’

I tried to scoff at my own words, yet my mouth stuck together miserably. I knew I should be hungry, yet it seemed as if my body was too weak to even register that basic need.

I don’t know how much time passed or when I fell asleep again, but a loud crash roused me from my dreamless state. My heart fluttered like a hummingbird desperately trying to keep up with my minuscule movements.

“HELLO!?” a deep voice shouted into the cell block.

My eyes shot open feeling that small spark of hope again ignite within me. I tried to clear my throat to speak. I’m sure it would sound like a croak, but any noise I could make would help them find me.

I parted my lips, cracking them further. “...” Panic rushed over me when no sound came out.

My throat was too parched and my body was too weak.

“I check the other blocks, they were empty.” another voice echoed off the walls.

I sucked in a shallow breath. “...h..”

‘FUCK!’ I yelled in my head ‘IM IN HERE’ I began screaming in my own mind.

My dry eyes stung as I stared through the bars, watching the tall figure walk by. They glance into my cell, but didn’t spot me laying in the dark corner. I visualized myself jumping to my feet and rushing over to him as I banged on the bars, but my body wouldn’t respond to my attempts.

So feeble and powerless, my legs trembled at the thought of holding my weight.

‘No! Please don’t leave me here!’ I screamed in my head over and over.

Tears never fell from my eyes, yet in my state of dehydration I wasn’t surprised. The figure passed my cell and turned back the way they came. I couldn’t even ball up my fist in frustration.

I tried calling out again. “....” and again “....”

My chest heaved as a sob broke over me, my mind was shattering as I screamed to myself.

“This one’s empty too.” The deep voice reported to the other.

‘No! It’s not empty!’ I clamored for my voice for any noise, even a squeak.

The heavy sound of the metal slamming shut jolted my body once more. I stared at the bars in disbelief. They had come for me, but it was too late.

They were too late.

I’ve never written anything like this... but I wanted to do something dark and spooky for Halloween. SO! with that being said, I hope you enjoyed.

#ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution fan fic #tw needles #amon jabberwock #sfw #lastteaparty #alloveroliver

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bizarrewritings-blog · 6 years

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3 Words - Stucky

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Summary: It only took 3 words to turn Bucky's world around. Normally, almost nothing could caught him off guard, but in that moment, his jaw nearly hit the ground.

Word count: 2,733

Warning: Slightly implied smut

A/N: This plays partly before, partly after Infinity War but we're gonna imagine everything went well, they won the fight and everyone is alive and friends again. Basically, let's pretend life isn't as fucked up as it is rn. Also, in this Steve and Bucky didn't had contact during Bucky's stay in Wakanda.

For already a while, Bucky's constant state had been simply Confusion. Nothing new, some would say, but it was. At least to him.

He always loved Steve. More like a brother, a best friend, but he loved him. But something has changed since he got unfreezed in Wakanda, being met with T'challa and Shuri rather than his best friend. He felt disappointed almost.

The time he spend in his little cabin in Wakanda wasn't the best as well. Of course, he loved the kids and his goats. And the peace he was finally able to enjoy, apart from the farm work. But he wasn't happy. Steve wasn't there with him and he missed him more than anything. Bucky couldn't go to anyone when those nightmares came back and he couldn't talk to anyone about the fears that still lingered inside of him. He had to suppress all that.

When T'challa brought him his new arm, he knew the peace was over. But Steve was coming. He would be able to see him again. And after all this was over, he would be able to be with him again. He felt his heart swell whenever he thought of it, a small smile creeping it's way onto his face. He couldn't wait. So he did everything to not look like a greasy, depressed man. He took a much needed shower, put on his new arm and suit before making his way over to where Steve and the others would arrive.

When Bucky saw the jet landing he could almost feel his heart exploding with excitement, the smile on his face permanent as he shifted nervously. He watched from afar as T'challa led the group towards him. Then he spotted Steve for the first time in years, and he felt his throat get dry. His hair was slightly longer, styled back, and he had grown a pretty impressive beard, his old uniform worn out. He looked so amazing, Bucky felt himself starting to sweat. He never had that kind of reaction from just seeing someone, but he did now.

As the group neared he tried redeemed himself, taking a deep breath as to calm himself, even though his heart was racing harder than it ever did before. He could hear T'challas voice the closer they got. "You have my kings guard, the border tribe," They were so close, but still haven't seen Bucky. He slowly crept out of his hiding spot. "the Dora Milaje, and-" "A semi-stable 100 year old men" He grinned, instantly walking towards Steve. The Blond smiled brightly at him before pulling him in for a hug. It didn't last long, but it was enough time for Bucky to take in Steves sweet scent. He wished they could stay like this forever. He had missed him so damn much.

"How've you been, Buck?" Steve asked with a smile after pulling away. God that smile. "Ehh, not bad, for the end of the world." Bucky joked, a small grin on his face.

After that they all prepared for the war that was about to happen. Bucky clearly wasn't ready, he was tired of fighting. All he wanted to do was to stay somewhere safe with Steve, just the two of them, like it used to be back in the 40's. But he realized he wouldn't get his wish granted as a couple of spaceships brought a mass of giant, angry aliens to Wakanda.

The fight was hard and exhausting and left all everyone physically and mentally scared, but after what felt like eternity they finally won.

*2 month later*

Most of the Avengers came back to live on the Avengers compound, including Bucky, and it was the happiest he's been in years. He finally got to spend time with Steve again. He obviously didn't have him all to himself, but he would have to accept that.

By now, Bucky had realised that the feeling he got around Steve wasn't like friendship. He had changed, just like his view on Steve. Bucky could feel his heart pick up whenever the Blond smiled at him and when Steve fell asleep next to him after Bucky joined him after another nightmare, he could burst out in tears of happiness.

What held him back from saying anything is Steve's past. To Bucky, it appeared like he was straight. He never told him anything about any attraction towards men, and hell he watched him making out with Sharon a couple years back. On the other hand, Bucky hasn't told Steve about his sudden bisexuality as well. He himself wasn't even sure if he was bi. All he wanted was Steve. But he kept silent, pushing his feelings down in fear of rejection. At least until that day, which turned his whole point of view around.

It was one of those cozy evenings where they all would sit in the lounge, maybe watching a movie, joking around and just being happy about how peaceful it finally was. Bucky would take his standard place on one of the couches, next to Steve. Their arms would brush against each other from time to time, and even the small contact made Bucky shiver. He wouldn't even listen to the ongoing conversation, his mind focused on his phone in his hands and Steve's slight touches. But when the conversation shifted to that exact man, he lifted his gaze to listen. "Come on Steve, when was the last time you had fun, mh?" Natasha, who was sitting on Steves other side, grinned. "I don't have time for relationships. Someone's gotta save the world, y'know." Steve answered, shrugging. "But come on, maybe just a little fun from time to time, nothing serious. It would do you good, you're too tense all the time." Tony joined the conversation, grinning as well. Bucky tensed in his spot as Steve chuckled beside him. He didn't want to think about his best friend/crush sleeping with a random girl. "I hate to admit, but Stark is right." Natasha went on. "What about that barista in the coffee shop this morning? He totally gave you bedroom eyes." Buckys eyes widened. He?

The rest of the team seemed just as surprised. "But Steve isn't gay?" Sam spoke from his spot on the bean bag. Steve turned to him, brows furrowed. "You didn't know?" Buckys breath quickened. There was no way he was- "I'm actually bi." Buckys jaw slacked as he started at Steve in disbelief, just like everyone else. "What?" he heard himself say, a little too loud as now everyone turned to him. He felt himself blush, slowly closing his mouth again. "Why didn't you tell me." He was actually kind of hurt Steve didn't tell him. But then Steve softly smiled at him and he forgot basically everything. "I just didn't know why it would be relevant. I just told Natasha because she was with me when I once didn't turn down a guy who flirted with me." He shrugged. Bucky just sat there staring as his hands, not knowing how to react.

"I'm bi as well." He suddenly blurted, his mouth speaking faster than his mind could think. His cheeks turned a dark shade of red when he realized what he said, his mind spinning as he thought how weird that must have sounded. His gaze lifted to Steve who was just grinning at him. "So you wanna call me out for not telling you when you didn't tell me yourself?" Bucky chuckled nervously at the irony. "Great. Now we have two bi super soldiers." Rhodey joked. "Anyone else want to out themselves? Or are two enough for today?" The room went silent. "Noone? Good, these two are acting awkward enough." Rhodey continued, pointing at Bucky and Steve. Both men laughed slightly at that.

When Bucky was making himself a sandwich in the kitchen a little later, Steve entered as well. "Hey Buck." He smiled brightly, making Bucky smile as well. "I wanted to say I'm sorry i didn't tell you about - y'know." He continued, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Bucky nodded, understanding. "I'm sorry as well. I should've told you earlier." He said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Steve smiled at him again with this goddamn smile that made his heart jump. "No more secrets from now on, alright?" Steve suggested, making Bucky gulp down his bite, the phrase 'I love you' running through his head instantly, wanting to be spoken out aloud. But he kept quiet, told Steve "Of course." instead. Steve nodded at that, padding him on the shoulder before leaving the kitchen. Bucky left out a heavy sigh, his mind dizzy. God he wanted to tell him so badly. But just because Steve was into men didn't mean that he was into him as well. He wanted to slap himself for his feelings, he hasn't fallen for someone in so long and now it had to be Steve? He knew his brain was messed up, but not that messed up.

The following night, Bucky once again woke up in the middle of the night with his chest heaving, his forehead glistening with sweat. A relieved sigh left his lips as he realized where he was, his dream not being reality. He could punch himself that after all these years, he still had nightmares about his times as the Winter Soldier.

He slowly slid out of bed, making his way to Steve's room, as usual. But this time it was different. Since he now knew Steve was bi as well, the chances that he might feel the same as he did were now higher. He took a deep breath as he stood infront of Steves room before lifting his hand, softly knocking again the door. He listened closely to the sound of ruffling sheets inside before a grumpy "Yeah?" made him open the door. He felt a little bad as he stepped inside, seeing a tiredSteve rubbing his eyes. He clearly had woken him up. Still, he didn't miss the way his heart jumped at how adorable Steve looked. All sleepy and soft, shirtless with his blanket pulled up to his broad chest.

"I-I'm sorry if i woke you up. I can leave again." Bucky mumbled, nervously picking on a loose threat of his sweatpants. "Shut up and come here." Steve chuckled, making Bucky smile. He closed the door behind him, walking over to the empty side of Steves bed and getting under the covers. He layed on his back, about 2 feet away from Steve as he stared against the ceiling. "Wanna talk about it?" Steve asked, laying on his side as his head rested on his elbow, looking down at Bucky. Bucky could feel his heart racing. "It's almost the same I've been having the last couple weeks. Nothing new." Steve nodded before dropping down beside Bucky, now laying much closer to him. Bucky could feel the heat radiating off the Blonds body and it made him want to cuddle into his side.

"Hey Buck?" Steve ripped him out of his thoughts as he stared at the ceiling as well. "Yeah?" "How did you know you were bi?" Bucky swallowed thickly. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Steve was looking at him again. He clearly couldn't concentrate under his intense gaze. "I-I don't really know. Why?" Steve lifted his gaze back to the ceiling. "I dunno. Just curious." Bucky furrowed his brows in confusion. "How did you know?" "I fell for a guy, duh." Steve answered amused. Bucky felt his face heat up. "Of course." He simply replied. A calming silence filled the room after that. Bucky could still feel the heat from Steves body while he listened to his steady breathing. This was normally the point where they would either cuddle or just fall asleep next to each other. Bucky wanted nothing more than to be as close as possible to Steve, so he went for option one.

"Steve?" He asked quietly, getting a "Mhm?" as a response. "Can we cuddle?" He hated how desperate he sounded, but he smiled lightly as Steve chuckled. "Of course." Bucky immediately turned to Steve wanting to scoot closer but Steve suddenly stopped him. "I probably should put something on before this." Buckys brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" "It's a warm night. Didn't expect company." Steve answered honestly, shrugging his shoulders. It took Bucky a moment to understand, his face turning red as soon as he got what Steve meant. "Y-You're naked?" He asked, making sure he understood him correctly. Steve chuckled, amused by how flustered Bucky was, before nodding. Bucky just stared at him in disbelief. He had been laying in a bed with his butt naked crush. Steve still faced him as well, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "You want me to put something on or not?" He asked, biting his lip. Bucky fought the ought to stare at his mouth. Instead he kept his eyes on Steves as his throat went dry, his whole body feeling on fire. He wanted to say no, wanted to feel every inch of Steves skin. But he would never be able to fall asleep when Steve would be just laying beside him, completely naked.

So he swallowed thickly before croaking out a "Yeah." Steve nodded, smiling before standing up. Buckys eyes went wide as he now had full vision of Steves butt as he walked to his wardrobe to put on a pair of boxers. Buckys breath got caught in his throat as he watched the other man bent down slowly. Then it hit him. Steve was putting on a show for him. Noone takes so long to put on one piece of clothing.

"You little shit." Bucky almost growled, making Steve bite his lip again. "What was that?" The Blond asked as he turned around to get back on the bed. "You're doing this shit on purpose." Steve drpped back down beside Bucky, tilting his head to one side innocently while he grinned. "And what if I'm doing it on purpose?" He leaned forward slowly, smiling as Buckys breathing became more erratic. "For what reason?" Bucky questioned, now shamelessly staring at Steves lips which were slowly inching closer. They were already so close, he could feel Steves breath against his face as he chuckled. "Because i like you, dumbass." Buckys eyes widened, flying back to Steves to see if he was lying. "Are you serious?" Steve chuckled again. "Of course. Now stop talking and kiss me." Bucky didn't need anything else as he leaned forward, crashing his lips against Steves. He groaned into the kiss as they lips moved together, the taste of Steve even sweeter than he imagined it.

Bucky moved his hands to Steves waist to pull him closer, while one of Steves hands made it's way into Buckys hair, tugging gently. Bucky moaned softly at that, Steve taking this opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. Both their tongues danced together perfectly as small noises of pleasure left Steves mouth. Buckys grip on Steves waist tightened as the only way to keep him grounded. He could feel his mind spinning, the warmth he felt in his belly spreading over his whole body. Of course he had kissed multiple people already, but this was a whole new level. With Steve it felt so good, just RIGHT. Like they were made for kissing each other and noone else.

After a couple minutes Steve pulled away, gasping for air while grinning at Bucky. "Shit, if i knew you could kiss like that i would've made out with you earlier." He chuckled, making Bucky smile. "We definitely should have done this earlier. We're both surprisingly good at it." Bucky agreed, earning a laugh from Steve. "Guess I'm going to take this as an 'I like you too'?" Steve questioned, his eyes meeting Buckys. Bucky slowly lifted his right hand to lay it on Steves cheek, slowly stroking the stubble as he smiled softly at him. "I like you too." He could see the way Steves eyes lit up, a wide grin on his lips. Both leaned in to kiss again, this time more slowly and lovingly than the last one as butterflies interrupted in both their stomachs. And as Bucky felt Steve smile into the kiss, he knew he was deeply in love with his best friend.

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shoarokay · 5 years

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Sean MacGuire x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Past Abuse

Word Count: 3576

Summary: Sean is a sweetheart but only shows that side to you.

On Ao3

It's not that you hadn't noticed the way Sean looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention. It's not that you hadn't noticed how touchy he was with you or the flirting, the damn flirting. Then again he flirted with everyone, even Arthur, though that was mostly because Arthur hated it.

You knew that he and Karen had had some brief thing but Karen didn't think much of it and, according to her gossip, it hadn't brought her much joy. "He was as bad a fuck as he is at everything else, if you can believe!" She threw her head back laughing. She quickly moved onto the fruitless task of trying to get Charles into bed.

For all his bluster, you thought Sean was sweet. He could be a loud mouth, well, he was mostly a loud mouth, but underneath his rowdy exterior, he had a kind heart and he loved the gang, you included. You weren't sure if anyone else saw it but you did.

Knowing all of this, when Sean approached you and all but asked to sleep with you, you hesitated. You hadn't slept with anyone in the gang. The idea of everyone swapping partners and telling each other about their exploits made your stomach turn a little. You weren't a prude exactly, you had had many sexual experiences but it felt somewhat incestuous to you, the gang was family.

"No, darlin', I really mean sleep!" Sean laughed and adjusted his hat. "I can't stand the idea of another night next to 'ol Bill Williamson and you've got this big cozy tent all to yerself. Help out poor Sean, will ya?" He gave you a wink.

"Alright but no funny business. Sleep only." You replied firmly. What harm could it do if he promised to only sleep?

"Ya got my word, MacGuire Junior will stay safely tucked away." Sean gave you a salute. He took your hand and led you into the tent.

The cot wasn't exactly big enough for the two of you and so Sean placed his bedroll on the floor of the tent and you took your spot on the cot. He was surprisingly quiet as you both settled under your blankets.

"G'night Mr. MacGuire. Sleep well." You whispered in a low voice, turning onto your side towards him.

"Sweet dreams, my love." You could vaguely see his smile in the darkness.

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"You! GET OVER HERE!" The man grabbed you by your hair and dragged you across the hardwood floor. "I said CLEAN. Does this look clean to you?" He slammed your face against the small spot marring the otherwise pristine floor. "I asked you a question, girl. You best answer."

"I-I tried to clean it, sir, but the spot wouldn't come up..." You stuttered, your heart racing. Your face ached as you could feel it already starting to swell.

"Doesn't seem like you tried very hard. I only keep you around to keep this place clean and if you ain't doin' that there ain't no point, is there? Might as well sell you to a man like I did your sister." You knew the kind of man that bought girls and women, what they were subjected to.

"N-No. No please! I'll clean it, I swear!" Tears were streaming down your bruised face. He pulled you up by your hair and slammed you against the wall, his fist reeling back to hit you across the face.

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"Please." You sobbed, shaking. "No." You felt warmth, a hand cupping your face, thumb brushing over your cheek.

"Shhh shhh," Sean gathered you into his arms as he climbed onto the cot. "Hush now."

You were awake now, still shaking as Sean tightened his hold around your body, his hand stroking your hair softly. The nightmares weren't new, they happened most nights, but you never spoke to anyone about them. It was your secret, why you left, how you ended up with the gang. You didn't want anyone to see you as weak. You'd proven you could hold your own with the best of them, but that fear still nipped at the back of your neck.

"S-Sean..." You choked as you tucked your face against his neck. It was difficult to breathe, your chest was heaving and your throat felt dry.

"'M here darlin'. I've got ya." His voice was soothing. You'd never heard him use this tone with anyone before. "Just breathe."

You tried to focus on your breaths. In...out...in...out...in...out. Sean breathed deeply too, matching your breaths. You focused on him now. In...out...in...out...in...out. He continued to hold you and stroke your hair through your panic. Minutes passed and only the sound of your inhales and exhales could be heard in the quiet of the tent.

"I'm so sorry," You looked up at him, your breathing finally coming back to normal. You felt utterly embarrassed.

"What's there to be sorry for?" Sean smiled down at you, his voice was still calm and quiet.

"I bet you'd prefer 'ol Bill Williamson after this," You let out a self deprecating laugh.

"I can't picture a world where I'd prefer Bill Williamson to you, darlin'" Sean let out a soft chuckle and he gently pressed his lips to your forehead.

You were exhausted. The panic had worn you out and the warmth of Sean's body wrapped around you, his slow steady breathing, lulled you back to a deep sleep before you could say any more.

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You woke up alone and were slightly shocked at the disappointment you felt in your heart at that fact. Then you immediately felt shame. He had seen you at your worst and you hadn't even thanked Sean for helping you through last night. Despite his kind words you had a nagging feeling he probably wouldn't be hanging around you much anymore.

You quickly dressed and exited your tent to see you were the last one in camp to wake. The place was busy with your fellow gang members already hard at work. You spent most of the day in camp, choosing to work on solitary tasks; mending shirts, washing dishes, helping tend the horses, rather than interact with the others. Though you slept well, you couldn't bring your thoughts away from Sean and how he had taken care of you during the night. He was surprisingly sweet, calming you down in minutes rather than the hours it normally took when you were by yourself and even then you were left with an uneasy stomach for the rest of the day.

You felt like you owed him so much, but you were unsure how to repay him. It turned out it didn't really matter as the day quickly passed and you hadn't seen Sean or even heard him, which was the more likely to happen before the actual seeing.

You let out a sigh as you stepped into your tent and closed the flap behind you. It was warm and you began undressing in favor of a light weight shift to sleep in. As soon as you dropped your dress to the ground, the tent flap flew open. Your back was to the entrance but you still covered your naked body with your hands as you looked over your shoulder, letting out a displeased noise as you took in Sean's flushed face.

"Sean!" You scowled at him, pulling the shift on as quickly as you could before turning to face him.

"Ah ha," He laughed somewhat awkwardly. "Good evening to you Miss."

"What are you doing in here?" You crossed your arms over your chest. The thin fabric of the shift left little to the imagination.

"I -ah- thought ya might appreciate a little company." He shuffled between his feet, unsure what to do. There was a beat. "I'll be goin' then."

He turned on his heel to exit, but you grabbed his wrist. "Come on then. You ain't gotta leave."

He stepped further into the tent, pausing to remove his hat, coat and boots as you climbed onto your cot. Pulling the blankets over you, you rolled onto your side, your back to him. You heard the sounds of him continuing to undress. After a few moments, you felt the blanket lift as he slid in behind you, pulling you against him. You let out a little gasp at the contact.

"Is this alright?" He asked hesitantly. You could feel his breath against your neck and couldn't help the warm feeling blooming in your belly at the sensation.

"Ah, yes." You said after a moment, trying to shift your thoughts. "It's fine." He took your words as encouragement, moving to hold you tighter than before. Then you felt it, his erection pressed flush against your backside. You stiffened at the feeling.

"Sean..." You spoke his name as a warning, wriggling a little in his hold.

"Sorry, darlin'. I ain't mean anythin' by it." You felt his hand go between you to readjust himself. "Just seein' yer beautiful body got MacGuire Junior here a bit excited."

"It's a-alright. Just...I meant what I said, you hear? No funny business." You tried to keep your voice calm, but you couldn't deny that just feeling his excitement had you more than a little excited yourself. Feeling his warmth wrapped around you reminded you just how long it had been since you'd laid with a man. But you had to stick to your guns. You didn't want a fling and certainly not with someone you had to see every day.

"O' course. Understood." He gave you a light kiss on your hair as you relaxed back into him, closing your eyes. That night the nightmares didn't come.

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It had been two weeks since Sean started sleeping your tent every night and you hadn't had a nightmare since. The two of you were able to keep it hidden from the others. They had assumed that Sean was off in town staying at the saloon. He would sneak in after everyone was asleep and be out in the morning before the others had woken. You began to look forward to sleeping just so you and Sean could have your time together. It made you feel silly, but his contact comforted you, made you feel loved, even if that wasn't what it was.

It was a cool evening as you sat by the fire, sewing a patch into an old pair of Arthur's pants. You couldn't help the smile that was on your face even as you worked.

"It's nice to see a smile on your pretty face, hermosa," Javier sat down beside you.

"Oh. Hello Javier." You greeted him, still smiling. "How are you?"

"Better for seeing you." He leaned in towards you, whispering in your ear. "You wouldn't want to take a walk with me, would you?"

"A walk?" You leaned away slightly, giving him a look of confusion. "Where to? Do you need help with a job?"

"No, bonita flor, I thought maybe we could spend some time together." Javier placed his hand on your thigh, sliding it higher as kept speaking. "...alone."

"Ah. I..." You were at a loss for words. Javier had never made a move on you before or even given you any kind of special attention. Why now? And how could you let him down gently without a real excuse?

"Just what do you think you're doin'?" Sean came up on you both so fast that you hadn't seen or heard him coming. He threw Javier's hand off your thigh with a scowl and grabbed you by the wrist, causing your sewing supplies to drop into the dirt.

"Sean!" You shouted as you were dragged away. You looked back to see a smirk on Javier's face, causing you to trip over your own feet. Sean caught you and righted you, continuing his pace as you were pulled along behind him.

"Yer lookin' a bit ill, Miss, maybe you best have a lie down!" He yelled in all directions, making sure everyone heard him as he pulled you inside your tent.

He released you as soon as you were both safely inside.

"Sean! What in the hell was that?" You flushed red as you tried to calm yourself down.

"I could ask ya the same thing!" Sean stepped closer to you and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "Why was Javier puttin' his dirty hands all over ya?"

"I don't know, but it's not as though I asked him to." You said quietly, sitting down on the cot. You felt a little bad about your knee jerk reaction at what was clearly concern for your well being.

"Ya didn't?" Sean sat down beside you, a look of genuine curiosity in his eyes.

"Why would I?" You were a little offended at the would be accusation. "You can't be serious. Javier?"

"Well, I thought..." He paused, letting out a breath. A smile quickly made its way onto his face. "Guess that was a bit silly 'o me."

"Yes, it was." You rolled your eyes. "Now, should we get ready for bed?"

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"No, no, no. Please! I'll do anything you ask!"

Your heart felt as though it could leap out of your chest at any moment. Breathing felt impossible, oxygen turning to thick poison in your lungs as you tried to inhale. You felt heavy, numb, like you were falling endlessly into darkness.

Something warm caught you, embraced you. Soft, sweet words whispered. Light fingers stroking your cheek.

You opened your wet eyes, looking up to see the face that had become a source of comfort and calm for you. His arms were wrapped tightly around you as he held you to his chest.

"Sean..." You let out a choked noise. He made a shushing noise against your hair. You could see his features bathed in the soft moonlight that was seeping through the cracks in the fabric of the tent. He looked beautiful like this and you knew you couldn't stop yourself or hold yourself back anymore.

You slowly leaned in to press a lingering kiss against his lips. He responded to you immediately as he licked at your bottom lip. You let out a quiet whimper, opening yourself to him. He moaned into your mouth as you sucked lightly on his tongue.

You could feel his chest heaving against you as he pulled away. "A-Are you sure? I mean, is this alrigh'?"

You didn't answer, instead, you sat up to pull your shift over your head, tossing it to the ground. He rolled you onto your back, cradling your head as he leaned over to press a chaste kiss to your lips, then your cheek, your neck, shoulder, your chest. He swiped his tongue across your nipple, causing you take inhale sharply as he closed his mouth around the peak and sucked gently. Reveling in the moan it coaxed from you, he pushed his body flush against you and you could feel his hardness through his clothes.

"Take these off." You pulled at the offending garments, making an impatient noise. He quickly did as asked, undressing faster than you thought possible. You inwardly smirked and felt a bit proud that he wanted you so badly as he slid back onto the cot.

You felt Sean's hand on your hip, his long fingers moving down to stroke at the skin of your inner thigh. "So soft." He murmured as he nuzzled his face into your neck. "What about here?" He inched his fingers up higher, torturously slow. "Or here?" Higher and higher up your thigh until the tips of his fingers reached their destination.

He dipped his fingers down to your opening, groaning at the realization that you were already so wet for him. “That’s my girl.” He pressed his palm against your clit with firm pressure, slowly moving his wrist in circles as he stoked the fire already starting in your belly.

Sean rubbed at you, coating his fingers in your wetness, before sinking two into you. You moaned openly as he started to slowly fuck you with his fingers.

"Like that, do ya?" You could hear the smile on his lips.

You swallowed and nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

"Can I..." He pulled his hand away, chuckling at the little whine that left your lips. "Can I taste ya?"

"Y-You want to do that?" You questioned. In your experience, very few men had asked to put their mouths on you and his interest surprised you.

"Been wantin' to for a long while, darlin'." Sean took your words as encouragement, moving lower on the cot.

He slid his fingers into you again as his licked around your clit. His technique was a little messy, but you were already so turned on that it didn't take much to push you to the edge. A few firm swipes of his tongue against you and you were coming hard, walls contracting around his fingers as a low moan of his name escaped your lips.

"Beautiful..." He murmured as he looked up at you, pressing one more lingering kiss to your sensitive clit.

"God, Sean." You sighed, brushing away the hair that stuck to the dampened skin of your face.

He didn’t give you time to fully come down from your orgasm before entering you, filling you completely with a groan. He stilled waiting a moment for you to both adjust to each other.

He began to move slowly, thrusting deep into your tight heat. “Ya feel so good, love, I d-don’t know how long I can last.” He stuttered, his breathing was already labored.

“Come here.” You whispered, pulling him by the back of his neck into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. He stilled his movement, groaning into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he whimpered against your lips.

“It’s alright.” You smiled at him. “Let yourself go.”

He didn’t hold back, fucking into you while he continued to kiss you, only breaking away when he could no longer focus, his thrusts getting shaky as he approached his end. He let out a low groan as his cock pulsed, twitching as he released deep inside you. Your walls squeezed him in return and he let out another long moan against your neck.

He pulled out of you and rolled onto his side. “Fuck, darlin’” He leaned over to stroke your cheek. “Ya should be arrested for tryin’ ta kill a man.”

You let out a small laugh as you leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you done now? Some of us are tryin’ to sleep, y’know!” Arthur’s drawl came from outside the tent.

“Shut it, Arthur!” Sean yelled back as you lightly punched him in the chest.

“Oh my god,” you cringed, throwing your hands over your face to hide your embarrassment, he just chuckled.

“Go to sleep, love. It’ll be fine in the morn’” he kissed your forehead, holding you against his chest.

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Turns out it was not fine in the morning. As you sat around the fire, cup of coffee in hand, you couldn’t escape the knowing looks from everyone in camp. Sean came and took a seat beside you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“That’s right, gents, she’s mine so don’t even think about sniffin’ aroun’” You shrugged underneath him, elbowing him in the ribs as you scowled. This earned you a slightly hurt sounding “Wha’”

Javier sat across from the two of you, taking a sip of his coffee. “Finally. I was wondering when you two would work it out.”

You gave him a questioning look, the pieces slowly coming together. “You did that on purpose?”

“You two just needed a little nudge. Sean here isn’t the brightest when it comes to...well anything really.” Javier smirked and you gave him a wide smile.

“Hey!” Sean shot Javier a dirty look.

Though you hated to be messed with, it worked out well so you quickly forgave Javier for playing around with you.

“So was the first time all you hoped it would be?” Javier asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile tugging at his lips.

“Not this already.” You let out a long sigh. You knew this would happen. People loved to gossip.

“I’ll have ya know I know how to satisfy my woman.” Sean cut in in an overly confident voice.

“Yeah? Karen didn’t seem very satisfied.” Javier shot back with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the slight pang of jealousy inside, though you knew he wasn’t interested in Karen. For all his faults, Sean was loyal.

“Yeah, well...I wasn’t tryin’ to impress Miss Jones, was I?” He kissed you lightly on the forehead. You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across your face as you accepted his tender touch.

“Bah. I’m gonna go. You two are gonna make me sick.“ Javier poured out the rest of his coffee and threw down his cup, leaving in a hurry.

“Ahh much better. “ Sean said once you were alone.

You looked up at him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He leaned into you, cupping your face with his hand, deepening the kiss.

“Jesus, get a room, will ya?” Arthur called from across the camp.

“Shut it, Arthur!” You and Sean both yelled in unison, turning back to each other you broke into a fit of laughter.

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