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cosmos-coma · 1 year ago

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My Sun, My Star

A/N: I'm so weak for Winter soldier Bucky. I cant wait to write more of him, I love this sad guilt ridden man.

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

Words: 6756

Warnings: Breaking and entering, Minor violence, Injury and Blood, Winter soldier Bucky, GN reader but also Pregnant reader, mild language, I'm not sure if this is fluff or angst or both??

Summary: You wait up late for your boyfriend Bucky to return from his mission, but it isn't Bucky who finds you.

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Your eyes blinked slowly, heavier with each passing second, yet you still managed to open them once again. Glancing at the bright white numbers of the digital clock you watched it change to 1:46 AM, causing a groan to pull from your lips. Bucky was supposed to be back tonight (yesterday technically) from his latest mission, but he still had yet to show up at your shared flat.

You checked your phone again, the lack of notifications mocking your tired eyes. You let out one more sigh before you turned off the mindless babbling of the TV and stood up to get ready for bed. You were sure Bucky wouldn’t want you waiting up so late in your current condition anyway, he had been harping you about getting enough sleep and water and everything in between.

“I’m only four months pregnant, Bucky. I’m fully capable of staying up late” You had said to him.

“Five months, Doll, and it’s about your cortisol levels. It’s not good for you or the baby, and it could lead to them being underweight” he said, reciting exactly what the doctor had told him during your last checkup.

“Four and a half,” you argued as you stuck your tongue out at him, “and she was talking about getting chased by a bear kind of stress, not staying up to watch Bake Off.”

You snorted at the memory of just earlier that week, a small smile coming to your face as you went through your nightly routine. You continued to check your phone here and there as you went, “Did you get back safe? How’d your mission go?” you had texted two hours ago, yet it still remained unread and unanswered.

‘Maybe one more quick text wouldn’t hurt,’ you thought to yourself as you typed out the simple message and hit send.

“Stay safe, okay? I love you.”

You sighed as you set the phone down, “it’s okay, everything is okay,” you assured yourself as you pulled one of his large hoodies over your head, enjoying the way the hem brushed against your bare thighs and the sleeves threatened to swallow your hands. “He’s a former assassin and a super soldier! Nothing is going to happen that he can’t handle,” You stated firmly to your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes remained unsure despite your voice’s conviction, but you did your best to ignore it, focusing instead on the achingly tired look they held.

“Yes, I know. It’s finally time for bed, little one,” you mumbled sleepily as you felt your baby kick against the walls of your protruding belly, being quick to climb between the layers of blankets and lonesome sheets. “Fuck, that's cold…!” you swore quietly as your bare legs hit the icy fabric- having gone unwarmed by your personal space heater and super soldier.

Thankfully sleep came easily, the thought of waking up to Bucky’s sleepy, scruffy face only further urged your body to wind down so the moment would come sooner.

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Bucky’s phone buzzed again in his bag, lighting up with your smiling face as your text displayed on the screen, but nobody reached down to check it, as everyone found themselves in a far more urgent situation.

“Keep him busy, Rodgers! I just need one more minute!” Tony yelled as he dug through the equipment in the quinjet, “For fuck’s sake, who organized this last?”

“What do you think I’m doing…!” The blond grunted with a justified hint of frustration,” Sam? Any help??” He shouted with a pointed look, telling more than asking as he struggled to restrain his thrashing friend. A swift metal fist flew toward his already battered face, barely giving him time to duck out of the way and attempt to restrain it again.

“Honestly? Seems like you’ve got this one,” Sam said, holding up his hands.

“SAM.”

“I’m coming..! God, can’t either of you old men take a joke?”

No one knew exactly what happened, Bucky had gone off on his own in the Hydra base they were exploring. It was supposed to have been recently abandoned, something about the agents leaving in an urgent rush that left files upon files sitting out in the open. It was supposed to be a simple mission; everyone goes off in teams, gathers what they can, and makes sure there are no surprises. But Bucky assured them that he would be fine to go on his own, he hadn’t had a sign of relapse in over a year, and he would only be picking up what looked important. A simple job.

He should’ve listened.

It was when he didn’t return to the jet with the rest of them that they started to get worried.

“So, where’s the Manchurian candidate?” Tony jested, looking at his watch. They were supposed to leave maybe 10 minutes ago, not terribly late by any means, but enough to start getting worried about Bucky’s quietness over the coms.

“Man, come on.. ” Sam sighed at Tony’s joke as he crossed his arms.

“Bucky?” Steve tried calling over the coms, ignoring both of his teammates, but the line remained all too quiet.

They found him finally in the basement level of the office building, old discarded computers lining the walls along with cabinets upon cabinets of old files and other equipment. He hadn’t even realized it was a trap until he stepped right into it, triggering a switch that had the computers and hidden speakers flashing images and sounds that assaulted his senses with fragmented memories long forgotten.

He should have listened.

Sam had found him first, on his knees in the middle of the floor with hands desperately covering his ears, trying to block out the incessant noise. Hauling his teammate to his feet, he rushed back to the jet, calling everyone off from their search before anything else could be sprung.

At first, they thought he might be fine- quiet, but fine. He had given them a small smile and a wave of his hand as everyone tried to check in with him, taking a seat as the jet took off to go home. It had all seemed relatively normal until they were halfway back and the unseen battle inside him must have taken a turn.

“Got it!” Tony yelled as he pulled out the dart gun, aiming quickly as he fired two shots into Bucky’s chest, readying a third as he waited and watched for the tranquilizers to finally take effect. It was slow as Bucky continued to struggle against the drug’s drain, his body and mind turning into slow-moving molasses. Low grunts emanated from his throat as the last of his strength ebbed away, leaving nothing but forced sleep in its wake.

“Was two really necessary?” Steve asked as his shoulders finally relaxed, the strain and worry now temporarily over.

Together they dragged the drugged-up assassin into the jet’s small quarantine area for the remainder of the trip, satisfied only when they heard the mechanical locks slide into place. It wasn’t much, and they knew that and if he really wanted to there would be no stopping him from getting out, but it was something- enough to give them a few seconds of preparation if nothing else.

“I’m not giving a super soldier only a single dose, you two metabolize things like this way too fast and I’m not taking any chances with the Tin man over there.”

Bucky- no, the Winter Soldier, seemed to still be out of it when they finally landed, sat up and leaning against the wall, head slumped forward just as they had left him.

“Alright, let's just get him into one of the holding rooms for the night. We’ll work on resetting him-” Tony lifted his hands as the two men glared in his direction, “- on ‘fixing him up’ as soon as he’s been secured.”

Sam shook his head as Tony corrected himself, taking notice of the lit-up phone in Bucky’s bag, buzzing with an only recently delivered message. Sam had quickly become one of your closest friends after you were introduced to the team. He was one of the few people Bucky trusted with his life and between his sarcastic jokes, his incredibly loyal nature, and his willingness to give Bucky shit whenever he deserved it, you knew very quickly how great a friend he would be.

But now his stomach twisted as he saw your name flash across the screen, the alert quickly minimizing itself as it joined the other messages you had sent that night. How was he gonna break this to you? The last thing you needed was a bunch of unnecessary stress on your shoulders, but it’s obvious you were beginning to worry over their late return. Sliding the phone back into its rightful place Sam told himself that he’d call you once they had things more figured out.

“Heart rate still seems to be resting. With any luck, he’ll remain knocked out until we get inside,” Tony relayed as he monitored the Soldier’s vitals and pressed the button to open the heavy quarantine doors.

The doors slid into their resting positions with a soft click.

As soon as that click landed on sensitive ears, vibrant blue eyes shot open. Sparing not even a second, the Winter Soldier surged forward from his seat, not nearly as far gone as he left them to believe. With the element of surprise, the Soldier easily knocked past his teammates, throwing his body weight against them and knocking Sam and Steve off balance, leaving him a good headstart as he dashed out the jet’s open door.

“Fuck, Bucky- Wait!,” Steve swore as he stumbled out behind him, having to use his super soldier speed just to keep pace. But between the settled darkness of the night, and the winding alleyways the brunette stuck to, Steve was left falling behind in no time. “Shit,” Steve swore as he slowed to a stop, looking around for any sign of his compromised friend.

However, the streets lay barren, the fluttering of moths in the streetlights the only sign of life on the entire block.

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The heavy thud of his boots echoed against the alleyway’s pavement. He wasn't sure where exactly he was headed as his silhouette slunk between the warm light of the streetlamps, but part of him- a currently repressed part of him- knew that safety was bound to be just ahead.

His heart beat smoothly as he kept his pace, every other step falling in time as he rounded the corner. Blindly, he let himself be led by instinct and his feet maneuvered the city’s countless paths with a mind of their own. They slowed before a little apartment building and as those emotionless eyes looked up, he knew this was it.

The lateness of the hour had almost assured that no one was around as he slipped inside, footsteps padding up the stairs before stopping at the third floor. His heavy boots left nothing but wet prints in their wake as he wandered down the hall, impossibly silent, as even the notoriously creaky boards dared not announce his presence.

The closer he got, the more the back of his mind itched, as if something- someone- was begging him not to go any further, but he refused to listen; he knew this was where he was meant to be and where he would find what his body was so inexplicably drawn to.

With each step his head turned on a swivel, looking for the sense of safety and familiarity that the other half of him seemed to find here- and desperately wished he wouldn’t discover. Just as his foot was about to take another step he stopped. ‘No. Here.’ His gut told him, turning to the door.

His door.

Your door.

The former assassin bypassed the lock with ease, quickly slipping in before shutting the door behind him. A dim light illuminated the living room, the little lamp you left on for him casting its orange glow over his surroundings as he surveyed them.

A few mugs stand beside the sink, framed photos dot the wall and side tables, and a veritable nest of blankets lay across the couch. It was obvious someone had been here, and recently. A deep breath pulled into his lungs, causing his head to tilt to the side in contemplation as an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, something just as earthy as it was sweet and speckled with distant notes of… him?

“Hmmph”

His sensitive ears picked up the soft grunt from down the hall immediately. His shoulders squared and tensed as his body leaned into a defensive position. Cautious fingers pulled the knife from his boot, ready for whatever may come at him as he approached.

The sounds of soft breaths lead him to a door left ajar. Light just slipped past the curtains into the darkened room. Badum… Badum… Badum… a heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he took a step closer, leaving the door open and letting further light fall onto the source of the noise.

His wolfish gaze ran down your form as you lay there on your back, swallowed in the extra fabric of the old sweatshirt. Your hand rested casually over your stomach as your other one squished gently against your cheek. Your legs lay bare to the world after having kicked the overbearing sheets away, leaving just a glance of your underwear for him to take in.

“Mmph” You grunted again as you shifted, your face now turned to him as that earthy scent of yours gripped him like a vice and refused to let go.

Your sweet sleep became interrupted though- much to his dismay- as the phone on your nightstand began to light up and buzz incessantly. Still, as a statue he watched as you groaned, propping yourself up on your elbows as you went to check what your device could possibly want at this ungodly hour.

With one loose fist, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes away, blinking consciousness back into them until you saw Bucky’s illuminated figure before you, standing tall and quiet as he watched you intently.

“Bucky..?” You couldn’t hide the grin that spread across your face as you saw the familiar face of your lover lit up by the bright light of your phone screen. But the longer you looked the more you noticed.

His eyes were all wrong, his gaze was devoid, that’s the only way you could put it. Devoid of meaning and humanity, it seemed every gaze- every movement- was a means to an end. Empty… save for a flicker of fear; It was probably the only thing in those eyes right now that registered as human. The fear of someone who was lost, unknowing of their purpose, and confused as to why your gaze was made his cold heart falter.

His expression was flat and stoic, save for the knit of confusion that pulled his brows together. His stance was tense and prepared, the discrete knife still glittering in his hands as he took another step forward, his head slowly shaking in response to your question.

A gasp caught in your throat as you finally understood. Glancing at your phone you saw it was Sam who was calling, undoubtedly trying to tell you what you now already knew.

“Soldat…” You whispered, trying to hide the way his name sent shivers across your skin. Your phone went black then, as you didn’t pick up in time and you were left blind by the sudden darkness.

You and Bucky had talked about what to do if you found him like this, “You call Sam and Steve, Okay? You find a place to hide and you stay far away, no matter what you hear. There’s no reasoning with him,” He had told you.

So much for that

Your phone lit up again with Sam’s urgent call, its revealing light sending ice down your spine as you saw the man nearly standing over you now, just a hair’s breadth away.

Your hand rose slowly, shaking as you tested a reach for your phone, stopping dead in your tracks as he let out a disapproving grunt. Your head nodded slowly as you gulped, returning your hand to your stomach as you watched his gaze finally shift away.

With unbothered calmness, he looked toward your phone to see Sam’s face and name scrawled across your screen. Wordlessly he reached over and pressed the ‘decline call’ button, cutting the call short and leaving you two in perfect silence once more.

Panic began to rise in your throat as his gaze turned back toward you, darkened now only by the lack of light. With slow movements the Winter Soldier reached out, putting the knife away as he crouched down, as if trying to attract a skittish animal.

Your whole body tensed as his reach came closer, eyes screwing shut as you waited for the worst, “Please… Just don’t hurt her…” You whispered, fear and desperation rattling your voice, just as it did your anxiety-filled body.

But the pain never came. Instead, the cool touch of metal fingers ran down your cheek, barely denting your flesh as he relished in its softness. Your eyes peeked open cautiously, as his fingers moved along the slope of your jaw, tilting your head up as he came to your chin.

His eyes had changed, you noticed, instead of being a harsh blizzard, they had now settled into something more human, something warmer and… yearning?

“Soldat..?” You questioned as you watched his lips part, his senses focused only on the way your body reacted to his touch. You were sure he could hear the rapid pattering of your heart beneath your ribs, its pace only increasing as his fingers moved down your neck and to the exposed collarbone in your loose neckline.

“Красивый [Beautiful]...,” was all he could reply. It came out so soft you weren’t sure you heard it at first, it’s quiet reverence meant for your ears and your ears only. “Из-за тебя он чувствует себя здесь в безопасности...? Замки дерьмовые, видимость слишком высокая, но ты… [Are you why he feels safe here…? The locks are shit, the visibility is too high, but you…]” He continued, quiet and unbothered as if he assumed you couldn’t understand him.

“He’s been bugging me to get better locks all week…” you replied with a huff, quickly shutting up as his stare found your eyes again. Between Bucky’s ramblings in the night and Natasha’s tendency to only gossip in Russian, you had made an effort to learn it; You were still learning, and your pronunciation was shit, but your understanding had gotten far better.

“And you have a good ear…” He spoke in English this time, the vague hint of an amused smile pulling at the assassin’s stern lips. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever done that before. If that odd little smile had been seen by anyone else- anyone still living that is.

A breath of relief left you as your lips stretched to mimic his, the tension easing out of your body a little by little.

His metallic touch continued to linger, running down your covered chest until it settled on the waistband of your underwear, the cool metal trailing across your ticklish skin.

“Ah, wait, Sol-” You jumped at his touch, grabbing his wrist, despite knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to stop him if it’s what he wanted.

But instead of dipping his fingers lower, he simply tugged the oversized hoodie up, gathering it over your chest and exposing the firm baby bump concealed below. His head tilted to the side as he listened to the tiny heartbeat that fluttered in your belly as well as the thuds of its little movements against your skin. Slowly, still with that inkling of a smile, he turned to look at you, his hand hovering just above your vulnerable midsection as if awaiting permission.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you hesitated. On one hand, you felt a surprising amount of calm under the assassin's touch, his need for your approval only increasing your sense of security. But on the other hand, Bucky would never be able to live with himself if something happened to you or the baby, accident or not.

“Oh. I-”

CRASH.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as were cut short by the loud noise. The door to your apartment slammed open, surely breaking the hinges with the sheer force of it. Over a dozen heavy boots stormed into your apartment as the lights turned on, flooding your senses and forcing the Soldier’s attention elsewhere.

Your hand found his instantly, the heat of his calloused skin a comfort to you just the way Bucky’s was, especially as it squeezed around yours just the same. Sitting up properly now your sweatshirt swallowed your pregnant form once again and you peeked out to see just what was going on.

Through The Winter Soldier’s defensive stance in front of you, his knife is now drawn once more, you watched a small armed group, covered in black tactical gear raid your home, all guns pointing towards you- or more accurately- the former assassin attempting to shield you. You recognized the symbols on their vests as the team’s secondary security force, having even met a few of them over the years. But where was the rest of the team? Where was Sam, and Steve, and Tony?

“Step away from the civilian!” “Put your hands in the air!” “Sir, drop the knife!” They all shouted, overlapping with each other as each of them rushed out their demands.

“Don't shoot! It’s okay! It’s okay!” You rushed.

You tried to slip your hand from his, but he only held fast, “Soldat, please… It’s okay, just do what they say… They don’t want to hurt us. Please,” You urged, giving his hand a gentle squeeze,

His defenses faltered as he listened to you beg him to stand down. It wasn’t the usual begging he heard in his line of work, and coming from your lips had his walls cracking in an unprecedented way.

He shouldn’t have looked back at your eyes, wide and pleading, as they shook his walls further. Moving slowly he turned, kneeling before you despite the way the armed group yelled at him not to. You just held up your hand to them, pleading for them to be as gentle with him as he was with you.

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” The warm flesh of his hand came up easily to cradle your face and a small smile pulled at him again as you leaned into his large palm. “Я только что нашел тебя. Я не потеряю тебя снова так быстро[I’ve only just found you. I will not lose you again so quickly]. ”

Your heart both swelled and pained for your Soldier. You looked into his eyes and saw a sense of certainty, a sense of knowing, you hadn’t seen from him earlier. “Oh… my soldier, my star,” Your fingers entwined with the hand holding your cheek, ”You can not lose me in any way that would last…” You whispered to him past the shouts, the commotion, and the tension, like you were the only two in the room.

“Sir, put the knife down!” A young squad member called again, his voice far more concerned than his superiors. You didn’t recognize him or his number and you figured he must’ve been new. His gun trembled in his hands as he shouted again, but as the Soldier failed to move and the kid’s finger unexpectedly twitched, there came a sudden-

BANG.

“Ah-!” Your face twisted with pain as you pulled away, “Fuck…!” Your hands instinctively grabbed your leg, clamping over the shooting pain in your calf that hit you- well- like a bullet.

You winced again as you pulled one of your hands back, the raw skin of your leg angrily letting you know that it did not like being brushed against. Warm, wet crimson covered your fingers as you looked down, becoming slightly dizzy at how much had already covered your palm. You were thankful it only seemed to be a graze, but the burn you already felt and knowing you were losing blood had your stomach lurching in uncomfortable ways.

Concern painted the assassin’s expression as you recoiled away from his doting touch, but as the unmistakable warm, metallic smell curled into his nose, his expression darkened dramatically. What was once kind, curious blue eyes now saw nothing but red as he caught sight of the wound slashing across your skin. His jaw set firmly, almost audibly grinding his teeth as he stood and turned to the young kid.

You looked back at the newcomer as you tried to breathe through the pain, the horrified look on his face telling you that he knew he was a dead man walking. His face went ghost white as the super soldier stalked toward him and through even worse trembling hands he raised his gun to shoot again.

“No…!”

A sickening thud rang out as the bullet hit the assassin square in his good shoulder, getting lodged in the muscly flesh. His shoulder jerked back at the force, but it wouldn’t stop his stride as he closed the gap. Another shot rang out, but with the solid vibranium arm now covering the barrel it did little to help this poor dumb kid. Snatching him by the neck, you watched as your assassin held him up until his feet kicked uselessly in the air.

Every gun immediately trained on him and with their proximity you knew they wouldn’t miss a fatal shot if it came to it.

“Stop! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Soldier, put him down!” You yelled as you maneuvered towards the edge of the bed. “Please, don't shoot, I can fix this!” you continued, trying to convince yourself as much as you convinced them. Familiar voices joined in on your plea as Sam and Steve finally entered the picture, urgently trying to talk down both the Winter Soldier and the secondary security team.

“Bucky, It’s okay... Just put the kid down, alright?” Steve tried to reason with him, “He’s new, he doesn’t know what he’s doing yet.” Steve tried his best to stay calm and patient, but the young man was beginning to change colors now. “Bucky, put him down before you do something you can’t come back from.” But Bucky’s ears were deaf to the outside pleas and the Winter soldier refused to listen.

“Ah..!” You whimpered as you tried to stand and approach the commotion. The pain in your leg reached new heights as you tried to put weight on it, causing you to tumble to your knees almost immediately. You clutched your belly, hoping the sudden jostle wouldn’t upset the baby too much as you tried to get up again.

“Hold on, Y/n. Stay down for a minute so we can wrap your leg…” Sam asked of you, moving over to help as soon as he saw the blood on your hands, “You’re losing plenty already.”

“No, I have to…. I can’t let him get hurt,” you argued, pushing away his helpful hands as you tried to stand again. You heard the crashing thud and rushed voices as you shakily got to your feet, leaning all your weight on your good leg. As you looked up again you came eye to eye with worry-filled icy blues.

“Sol-”

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” He interrupted, his metal arm snaking around your waist to pull you in possessively and away from those who threatened your safety. On the other side of the room, the nervous kid now coughed and wheezed for breath, but you were just happy to see he was still alive.

“Please just listen to them. You’re already hurt, don’t get yourself killed…” you pleaded, your hand barely brushing over his bleeding wound before pulling his hand to your rounded belly. He tried to keep his expression steady, but you saw the way his eyes widened slightly as he looked down. “She needs someone looking out for her and I can’t do this on my own. I can’t keep away all the dangers of the world…” Your forehead rested against his as you tried to shift your weight, whining as you gave up and moved back. You couldn’t deny that this part of Bucky was her father too, even if he had been hidden away for ages, she was still his too. Whether Bucky would see it the same way you weren’t sure, but right now you were just concerned with making sure he got out of this alive.

“I can’t do this without you…”

The silence felt deafening as he considered. He never had to think about other people relying on him, not like this. His orders had always been to leave no threats, to finish his job and move on, no matter the cost to him. But the pain in his soft, fleshy shoulder was getting harder to ignore. The way his blood-soaked shirt clung to his arm now climbed to the forefront of his mind as he watched your big eyes stare back at him, desperate to understand. He was between a rock and a hard place.

“I’ll be right beside you the whole time..” You assured him, “We both will, but please let everyone get us some help.”

A gentle nudge pushed against his palm as his thoughts swirled around him, snapping him back to a single line of thought and he knew then. Defeat laid heavy on his shoulders as they slumped, accepting what must be done., “Мое солнц [My Sun] …”, He said, “Если вы так хотите, то я не буду жаловаться [If it is what you wish, then I will not complain].”

You couldn’t tell just how long you had been holding the breath you let out, your muscles relaxing as he finally held his hands up. The security squad began coming forward with an array of cuffs, but it was Sam who stopped them this time, glancing back at you for confirmation as he assured them that they could take it from here. Despite the arguing and the hesitation, they seemed to relent, shifting their focus now to their injured colleague.

Both Sam and Steve looked tired but relieved as they turned to the two of you, bloody and pained in your current state. Though they weren’t quite better; both of them looked like they had been the unfortunate punching bag of a certain super soldier mere hours before. Sam had bruises lining his arms from where he was surely blocking blow after blow and Steve smiled a bit with his busted lip, dried blood still stuck in the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s get you two to the tower…”

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The journey to the tower was quiet, your soldier never letting you out of arms reach as you all boarded the armored truck, and made your way up the tower and to the lab.

Doctors tried to treat the both of you, but as soon as anyone dared to come close your assassin was right there to growl them back. They’d hardly be able to get past his possessive hands even if they could manage to get close, his touch keeping you pulled beside him at all times.

“Soldat…” you warned him, but he was too preoccupied gathering the medical bag they had been dropped. Coming over to you, there was no warning as he scooped you up from the ground and set you on a table to get to work.

“Oh-!” You exclaimed as you held onto his strong shoulder, quickly getting plopped back down on the corner of the cold metal table. A shiver ran down your skin as you shifted against the sleek table, watching as practiced hands scoured through the medical bag, producing everything he needed as he went about fixing up your leg wordlessly.

You were beyond thankful for the haze of the (baby-safe) painkillers as his fingers slid over the raw flesh. Despite the gentle numbing of the painkiller your fingers still lay tangled in his hair as he worked, only tugging in discomfort as the gauze wrapped tightly around your leg.

"Thank you..” You said when he finally finished, moving back to appreciate his work before giving it a satisfactory nod. His eyes had grown distant again, bits of confusion and uncertainty swirling in the storm of his eyes, and you reached out to stroke your thumb across his cheek. His stony cool expression remained as you touched him, his mouth staying a firm line as he instinctively leaned into your palm. You watched him for a moment before you continued, knowing that his thoughts must be far away.

“It's your turn now, big guy.... your shoulder is still seeping and you can’t keep losing blood like this," You urged him just as you had on the ride to the tower. He had refused to listen then, letting nothing else occupy his mind until he knew you were fully taken care of. But now as you sit safely before him, the only looming threats being Sam and Steve who seem to haunt the hallway outside, he finally relented.

You moved to stand, needing the angle to effectively dig out the bullet still lodged in his muscles, but he held you still with a single large hand on your shoulder, "Stay," he urged you with that low rumble of his. His eyes lingered on yours, ensuring you would do as he asked before he began to move again, gathering the supplies you would need.

He slid his bloody shirt off, revealing the weeping wound beneath and the scars of many wounds past. You expected him to stand in front of you, maybe sit so you could take care of him, but that didn’t seem to be the important thing right now.

He climbed up onto the cold table where you sat, curling onto his side with his back facing the door so his wounded shoulder sat closest to you. His head lay in your lap with a look of unmatched serenity as he pressed his forehead against your rounded belly. And there he rested, quiet and unmoving as he took his quiet moment. But he was far too exposed like this, far too trusting of “threats” lurking outside, and he almost reminded you of Bucky again. Was Bucky fighting to come back…? Was the Winter Soldier trusting you to watch his back? … or was he accepting of something you weren't sure he knew yet?

"Are you sure? It's going to be harder to take the bullet out this way. I don’t want to hurt you more than I have to," you tried to explain as you pulled out the forceps.

But he simply shook his head, "I know my time here is short, my Sun..." he said with an even tone, no semblance of fear to shake his voice, "Please let me enjoy it like this…."

Your voice caught in your throat as he answered, his blunt acceptance and knowing catching you off guard. You wished beyond anything that you could soothe him, to tell him no one was going to hurt him or take him away again. But you wouldn’t lie to him, so instead you said nothing, Your words rasping as you replied, "Of course, My star…."

The room was quiet as you worked, the only noise the sweet mumblings from your boyfriend's lips as he filled your baby’s ears with loving promises. His body let out a grunt and a soft squelch as you finally tugged the crushed bullet out. Pain creased his brow but his words never faltered and neither did the nudges or kicks he got in reply.

Carefully you cleaned up the blood, packing the wound as best you could, but you were sure Tony and his team would be redoing it soon nonetheless.

A sigh escaped him as he heard you putting away your tools, "My Sun?" he asked.

"Yes?"

“Is it time…?”

You cast your eyes downward, looking into those confused and swirling blues as they watched you with unbridled hope.

You nodded, wiping away the tears that welled in your eyes, “It’s time…” you whispered.

He nodded, thinking quietly as he looked down at your belly again, his hand smoothing over the skin he’s exposed, “Will I see you two again…?”

Your heart broke at the slight waver in his voice, “Oh, my star…” you said, resting your palm against his cheek, “It’s just like I said, ‘you can not lose me in any way that would last’. I’ll see you again and again, in this life and the next,” you assured as you leaned down to kiss his temple, a small smile forming at the corners of his lips. Tears blinked from your eyes as you continued, “I don’t know when, or for how long, but you will see us again. You can always come home to me, and I will always be there to welcome you.” You leaned, slow as not to scare him, and kissed him gently as he turned again to look at you.

It was awkward at first, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t imagine the last time the Winter Soldier had felt such gentleness, let alone a kiss.

But the moment was ripped away as the door opened, Steve, Sam, and Tony all standing in the doorway. “We’re ready for him,” Tony said simply, “Let's get this started so my lab techs can go home….”

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You watched behind thick glass as Tony and his team of technicians attached various wires and machinery to Bucky’s body. Sam and Steve’s hands lie on your shoulders, trying to comfort you as you watch them finish tuning and placing everything. You watched as his blue eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, as still as a statue as he let them do their work.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to watch this…” Steve tried to comfort you, but you only shook your head.

“No… I promised I’d see him off,” you replied, then thought with a pause, “Despite all the warnings Bucky gave me I’m happy I got to see him face to face…”

“Well, it helps that he wasn’t trying to beat the shit out of you…” Sam mumbled, getting an immediate nudge from you right in one of his bruises, “ Ow…okay, point taken.”

You smiled and shook your head. It was true though; despite the fear, blood, and death that dripped from his moniker, despite the pain you endured in his presence, you would do it all again. Bucky had hidden this part of him from you for so long, only ever showing you half of his face. And though you know he wouldn’t like it, you’re happy to finally see him in full light- to know and love him completely as he’s meant to be.

Tony says something that’s hard to make out through the glass, but you see him give a thumbs up to you all so he must have been ready. He moved to the switch, hesitating for a moment to let you say a quick goodbye.

Your Soldier’s eyes found yours right away, but there was no trace of sorrow for you to see, no discomfort or fear. In fact, he seemed almost excited; excited and hopeful that when he saw you next he’d have a bundle of joy to look forward to as well.

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” you watched him say beyond the glass.

“I’ll see you again, My stars. I’m sure of it…” You replied with a soft smile.

He had just enough time to smile softly back at you, an image now pleasantly etched in your brain before Tony flipped the switch and the reset procedure began.

You covered your eyes quickly as Bucky’s body began to convulse, his strained grunts and shouts breaching containment despite the way he tried to hold it all back. The sounds of pain continued for minutes, but it felt far longer. Though, it wasn’t until it got quiet that you began to worry.

“Is it done? Is it over...?” You asked the men on either side of you, afraid to peek past your hands for fear of the worst.

“Doll…?” you heard the familiar voice call, gritty and rough from its recent use but still carrying that same soft tone he used with you.

Your heart swelled, “Bucky...?”

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staybabblingbaby · 8 months ago

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Soulmate Garden AU Ch.3 (Daffodil) a2d2

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Growing up, you knew Soulmates weren't all that they cracked up to be. So when, on your 18th birthday, your skin is painted with a garden of flower buds, you resolve to hide it from everyone. Who had ever heard of someone with 8 soulmates, anyway?

Or; Reader has 8 soulmates and no issue avoiding all of them. It's up to SKZ to show her that while every soulbond might not be made of fairy tales, theirs certainly could be.

Word Count: 3,060

Notes: Happy very late birthday to my dearest moot @thatgirlangelb! Thank you for always letting me babble away in your DMs <3 You give me so much motivation to write whenever we talk, I swear over half of BFP wouldn't be written without you. You're a magical and special human being and I hope life treats you so incredibly well <<<333

This chapter is on the shorter side, but it's longer than I was expecting it to be? That seems to be the trend for SG lmao. This one actually came out pretty smoothly and there weren't as many small edits as usual. Ofc I say that and then I'll come back in 4-8 business days and absolutely abhor it lmao. I tried to make it pretty obvious who Reader encountered in this chapter before the little reveal, but y'all'll have to lmk how I did. I tried to do it with actions instead of descriptions bc I'm rlly bad at describing body shapes.

Dividers by @saradika

Warnings: She/Her Reader, allusions to past domestic violence?

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

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Taylor spends all of the next morning bugging you about your soulmates.

It’s mostly friendly teasing, you know. A fanboy excited that you’re connected to his idols and a friend who wants you to feel more at ease in a difficult time.

It’s still annoying as hell.

Over breakfast, “Listen, I know men ain’t shit, but these ones have benefits! For me. Maybe give them a chance?”

While you brushed your teeth, “I’m all for independence! Feminism and all that. But they’ve got crazy money.”

Through the door while you were getting dressed, “They’re dancers! I’ve never met a dancer who didn’t know how to use their hips.”

Even as you were walking out the door for work, “They produce their own music, they might even write songs for you!”

You finally turn around to face him, the lucky bastard still in his pajamas since he was smart enough to get the day after the concert off from work. You place your hands on your hips and cock your head to stare him down.

Immediately he starts to stumble and sweat, your quirked eyebrow a hint to your waning patience.

“I-I just- I mean- I was just sayin’-”

You roll your eyes at him and quickly slug him in the shoulder. Ignoring his yelp of pain, you relieve him of his stuttering misery.

“Listen, I know you’re excited because I’m your Idol’s soulmate and whatnot, but I don’t even know them.” You chide him. “Besides, only Bangchan is for sure my soulmate right now. For all we know the other seven are completely unrelated.”

Taylor just gives you a flat look for that. Neither of you believed in coincidences very much, and you knew as well as he did who your remaining soulmates were.

“But you could know them,” Taylor counters, “Soulmates are a lifetime kinda thing.”

“Exactly why I don’t want to meet them right now!” You nod as if to agree with your own point, “We said we’d let fate do it’s thing and we’re gonna let it.”

Taylor opens his mouth to start bargaining with you again, so you cut him off before he could annoy you too much.

You and Taylor didn’t fight much. You’d quickly learned each other’s limits way back when you'd first moved in. Unfortunately for him, you'd woken up with a migraine this morning because of everything that had happened the night before.

He was lucky he still had a head.

“And anyway, what would I even do? Track down their hotel? Chase down their plane? Email JYPE? I’m sure they have fans claiming to be their soulmates all the time. Bangchan didn’t even seem to notice the bond forming, they’d probably file a restraining order.”

Taylor finally deflates at your argument. He’d know even better than you what kind of environment surrounded celebrities and their soulmates.

“I’m just saying,” He whines, “that you don’t have to run from them when you meet them.”

You feel your ears burn with embarrassment at the reminder of how you’d panicked last night.

After you’d dropped the Bangchan bomb on him and closed your door to get to bed, Taylor had thrown it right the way back open to interrogate you. You’d spent another hour explaining the whole harrowing tale before he’d finally let you go to bed.

It was a good thing your hours were as flexible as they were, you’d have been waking up seconds after you’d gone to sleep otherwise.

“I wasn’t gonna run!” You mutter petulantly. Taylor just raises a brow at you. You’re getting tired of how communicative his face is.

“I wasn’t!”

“If you run,” he smirks at you, eyes glinting meanly, “You owe me twenty bucks. If you don’t, I’ll owe you.”

You pout and protest, but end up shaking the devil’s hand anyways. Letting fate do it’s thing included not fleeing when you were confronted by it’s design.

You leave the house a grumpy mess, Taylor seeing you off with a blinding smile.

The rest of your day goes about as swimmingly as the start of it.

You’re already grumpy, irritated, and hurting. Your soul mark prickles at your side every now and again, as if annoyed at you for ignoring it.

You hope Bangchan isn’t experiencing the same thing, the poor guy deals with enough.

Work goes as smoothly as you always expect it to, which is not at all. There’s always some emergency to deal with, another fire to put out. Always started by someone higher than you on the corporate ladder so you can’t even yell at them.

The relief you feel when your lunch break rolls around could power a city.

You leave the building with haste, avoiding all of your coworkers as you went. It’d be a tragedy to be flagged down with more work at this exact moment.

You make your way out to mix with the crowds of L.A, letting the flow of people carry you to your destination a few blocks away: A quaint little coffee shop at the mouth of an alley.

It's quite possibly your favorite spot in the whole city. Decked out with a jungle of plants, walls crowded with framed art from a variety of local artists. The lighting was always warm and natural, large windows at the front making the tiny space feel so much larger than it was. You could even buy the pieces on display if you wanted, prices carefully stuck onto the frames.

Your point being, the vibes were immaculate.

You also swear they put something extra in their coffee. No other place carries you through your day in the same way.

When you enter your little midday safe-space, greeted by the charming bell above the door, you’re faced with a busier interior than you’re used to.

Usually at this time of day you can march right up to the counter to chat with the barista while they make whatever caffeinated atrocity your brain cooks up that day. Today, though, it seems like half the city’s population has decided to give your little spot a go.

You’d normally be happy for them. More business; more money and all that. But today the low din of chatter filling the air just scrapes across your brain like a rusted spoon. Your headache from this morning had only gotten worse throughout the day, and you wished you could just call it quits and go home.

Unfortunately for you, you have bills to pay and only so long of a lunch break. The walk here ate up enough of it for you to suck it up and join the line.

When you join the que you’re basically halfway out the door, practically plastered to the back of the man in front of you. He doesn't seem to pay you any mind, yapping away on his phone in quiet Korean.

You study the back of your new line neighbor with bored interest. Your eyes trace the slopes of his shoulders, drifting down to his waist, before moving back up to gaze at the back of his beanie’d head. You notice the straps of a mask around his ears and wonder how the person on the phone can hear him with his voice so muffled and low.

Apparently the person on the phone can’t hear him very well, because soon he’s raising his voice a bit more. It has you wondering if his tone is just naturally that soft, or if he’s just conscious of the space he’s in.

Soon enough you’re two people closer to the counter, halfway into the coffee shop now, and your line buddy has entered into a full blown argument with whoever he has on the phone.

He’s speaking way too quickly for your barely conversational Korean to keep up with- not that you’re trying very hard to- but you can guess from the keywords “Jagiya”, “Soulmate”, and “coffee” that it’s the usual lover’s quarrel.

From the sounds of it, it was a very “We’ve already talked about this” sort of conversation as well. Poor guy. You hope his soulmate and lover get cool with each other soon.

The conversation goes on as the two of you inch closer to the counter. You’re fully invested in the drama at this point, absorbing what little bits you can to rehash with Taylor later. Your own mini soap-opera.

After a bit more back and forth with what you assume is his partner, he begins resorting to some very creative threats to express his displeasure.

You wonder if this guy might be a bit too comfortable speaking a foreign language around English speakers, because if he didn’t sound so damn fond while he was doing it you might’ve needed to tip the police off to a potential murder. Via tissue, if your line neighbor had anything to say about it.

That sends you down a path of your own creative murder options, wondering what sort of other common items your murderous que friend might use. Stabbing their partner through with a straw, maybe? Perhaps a fork, if the straw proved too flimsy.

You can’t see his face from where you’re stood, but you’d bet it’s the face of someone who stabs. Just one of those “don’t mess with me, I can and will put whatever I’m holding through your nearest body part” type of looks. You can feel it in your bones.

You're shaken from your revery as the line moves forward and the potential murderer snaps at his phone for his partner (presumably) to put a "Lixu-yah" on the line. This sparks another argument, and though you can only hear one side of it, it seems that the desired "Lix" is unavailable. Bummer for stabby-guy.

You might be entertaining yourself too much with a stranger's conversation. You can’t feel too guilty about it though, this is the best mood you’ve been in all day. You’d entirely forgotten about your headache there for a minute. Laughter really does heal all ills, you suppose.

It's a bit of a relief when it becomes Stabby's turn and he hangs up with a grumbled declaration of love. If they were fine enough to say their 'love you's then they’d probably make it through whatever soulmate-related rough patch they were going through. You silently wish them luck.

When your stabby friend (who doesn’t know he’s your friend, but you’re endeared now) steps up to the counter it becomes very clear why he’d asked for a particular person to be handed the phone. You assume this “Lix” must have been an English-speaking friend of his, his own halting English giving him trouble with placing what seems to be a behemoth of an order.

He manages the first part of his order alright, a whopping five drinks already, when he finally reaches the limit of his English vocabulary and begins trying to describe what you think might be a shaken caramel macchiato with some extra bits.

He and the barista go back and forth for several moments, a mix of pantomiming, alternative words, and guesses from the poor flustered barista. You watch him grow more and more frustrated, though he remains very soft spoken and polite about it.

Finally, after another moment of watching them struggle, you can't take it anymore.

You gently tap the stranger on the shoulder, earning a startled little jump. He turns to you with weary eyes and you confirm that there’s a mask covering the lower half of his face. With his beanie pulled low over his eyes, you wouldn't have been able to even tell the color if you hadn't been just that bit shorter than him.

As it is, you get lost in deep pools of brown for a moment before you manage to collect yourself.

"Hi," You chirp in Korean, "Do you need help?"

The man seems to war with himself for a moment, clearly stuck between stranger danger and relief at hearing his native language. After a long moment he accepts your offer.

"Yes, please." He gestures back to the counter where the barista is also clearly relieved by your intervention. "I have a large group and they enjoy making my life difficult."

"No problem," You assure him, "where were you at in your order?"

He takes a moment to check a note app on his phone and begins to slowly relay the final 3 drinks in his 8-drink order. It takes some time, even with you translating, but the energy is a lot less frantic.

He's finally able to pay and you catch him give the name 'Lee' for the order. You wonder if it's his first or last name.

He thanks you for your help as he moves off to the side, and you just give him a small smile and a nod in return. You quickly order your own drink, waving off the barista when she also thanks you. This place was haven enough for you to owe them six times over, anyway.

You and Stabby Lee end up waiting next to each other by the pick-up counter. You feel a bit awkward, having entertained yourself with his private conversation, and end up idly rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet with nerves.

He must have realized you’d heard his entire conversation, right? You hoped not. As fun as it had been, you really hadn't meant to invade his privacy.

Besides, the only serious thing you’d heard was the soulmate thing! You defend yourself in your own thoughts, pursing your lips and nodding your head to your invisible argument. The rest of the argument had seemed to be about a vacation plan. The threats didn’t start until someone said “Zipline”.

You thought that was kinda valid. Heights weren't for everyone.

His name is called before yours, but just for one of the simpler drinks from his massive order. He takes a simple iced americano over to the table with the creams and sugars and begins to doctor it to his liking. Your name is called shortly after and you take your red-eye over to do the same.

The two of you quietly shake and stir your drinks for a moment before he speaks.

"Thank you again for your help," he says, "I really do appreciate it."

You're kind of enchanted by the softness of his voice, now that's directed at you. You’re becoming convinced that this really is just his usual tone. He's speaking normally, but you honestly feel like he's murmuring directly into your ear. He could be a hypnotist or something. An ASMR person, at least.

You wave away his gratirude as you pour unholy amounts of creamer into your drink. "No worries!" You dismiss, "I should be thanking you for the chance to practice my Korean."

"Your Korean is very good." He compliments quickly. You laugh a bit and shake you head.

"I doubt it's that good, I'm really put of practice. It's been a while."

"No, your pronunciation is great." He flashes you a bit of an eye smile to show his sincerity and you find yourself even more charmed by a perfect stranger.

You chuckle bashfully as he finishes up his drink, turning to lean against the table so you can continue to talk. You can't help the way your eyes are drawn to the way he moves, enchanted by the simple action.

"I'll make sure to brag about it everywhere." You assure him, earning yourself another eye smile and a soft chuckle.

Good heavens, you think you might be halfway in love.

"Please do."

Scratch that, you might be all the way in love.

You do your best to contain your smile and push down the blush on your cheeks. You don't think it works, if his amused gaze is anything to go by. It’s not your fault this random guy has rizz for days!

"Well, I gotta scoot." You finish turning your drink a pale tan and shoot him your best 'excusing myself from an ended conversation' smile. You're kind of sad you probably won't run into him again after this.

"I wish you good luck getting that monster order to wherever you're going." You say, shooting the pick up counter with it's growing mountain of beverages an amused look.

He huffs another little laugh and you swear your heart skips a beat. "Thanks, you take care." he offers you a tip of his cup and you tip yours right back.

You do your best to scootch past him in the tight space between the tables and the little counter, but don't quite manage not to bump him on your way. Your elbow meets his forearm and you apologize as you wiggle through.

You're already two steps out the door when the pain of flowers blooming across your right side registers in your brain.

Your face scrunches up and you let out a hiss of pain, the hand not holding your coffee automatically going down to press down where it hurts. Your eyes naturally follow it, and when you finally process what just happened your head snaps back up to the glass door. It's still swinging shut.

You meet eyes with your second soulmate behind the glass, his gaze just as wide and startled as yours.

For a moment, you’re lost again in the depths of his stare.

For a moment, you can almost smell something sweet and floral.

For a moment, you feel peace wash over you.

And then sunlight bounces off the swinging glass, breaking eye contact between the two of you. Spell broken, your soulmate moves, takes just a single step toward the door, and memories of shattered glass and echoing yells ricochet across your brain with all the power of a rocket engine.

You turn tail and book it.

By the time Minho exits the coffee shop, drink abandoned on the counter, you're already lost in the mid-day crowd. A glimpse of your bright blue sweater is the last thing he sees of you before you're gone.

He reaches behind himself to gingerly rub the sore parts of his back and pulls his phone from his pocket.

When you get home that evening, you slam a twenty down on the counter in front of Taylor and storm off to your room without a word.

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dropsnectar · 8 months ago

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Pollen and Potions: Bee-men x afab!reader

PART THREE

This is a longer part than the rest, but its all necessary dialogue so it should be fine. More fluffy and romance than smut, BUT!! Their will be smut in the next section! I know I said this will only be 4 parts, but it may actually be more like 5 or 6. Anyway, hope you like!

So. You were starting to learn that using large batches of magic back to back weren't ideal for a young witch's health. It seemed like you might have overdone it, as when you woke you found you had been asleep for TWO WHOLE DAYS. So. If you were going to do magic, it looked like you were going to have to pace yourself, or perhaps use LESS magic.

You put yourself to learning more about witchcraft. The thing was, your grandmother's books didn't really go into the basics, and as witches were so rare, information was hard to find. Of course, the internet was full of supposed witch spells, or frameworks, but it was like throwing dice. Some spells didn't work. Some spells took up WAY too much energy. Some were just… fine? But not what you needed.

Next you checked out forum sites. Maybe you could find a community through that way? But all you found were psychics and tarot readers. Nice people, but not what you needed.

Whelp. Maybe you needed to look at the issue differently. The environment used to be a beautiful, thriving area. What had changed between now and then? In order to understand a magic ecosystem, you had to understand ecosystems. So, for the rest of the week you busied yourself with ecology study. It was turning out that this project you had adopted on a whim would need a lot more time and breadth of knowledge then you originally thought.

***

When you met with Rena, under Lyith’s friendly gaze, you found that the magic you had cast hadn't waned at all. The flowers had grown beautifully and continued to give magic nectar that created the best honey. Rena was beside herself. “The elders of the hive say they haven't had honey of this quality since they were children! You are really onto something here, little one.”

Rena had now gotten in the habit of calling you little one. Sure, as a Bee-man she was slightly taller than you, but not by much. Also the constant fluttering and floating didn't help.

“You've been given permission to test your magic on our other gardens as well. As long as we are careful and continue with caution!” Rena babbled. You gave her a small smile and felt Lyiths arm on your shoulder. He laid his head on your other shoulder, leaning his fuzzy head against yours.

“Whats wrong?”

You wiggled a little. “I'm just having a hard time brainstorming how to do this. I know I said I'd help you guys, but I might not be able to use as much magic as last time. To be honest, I don't really know much about my mana and my limits…” you explained your situation. Expecting there to be disappointment, you were surprised to find none.

“I can’t help but think… How long will this last? One spell isn’t going to cut it for that long. I want to create something that will last for you guys, but that might take a while… and doing just this took all the mana I had. I want to do better. But I don’t want to hurt myself either, especially when I don’t know how this could affect my health in the long run…” The bee-men seemed to be catching on.

“Of course, little one. We wouldn't want you to harm yourself.”

Lyith also popped up, his voice almost in your ear.

“Us Bee-men also have something like mana. Our magic is not never ending. We would have fixed this situation ourselves if it was.”

Rena reached forward and grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring pat. “We don't have to do anything today. We can commence whenever you'd like. Our flowers have spread out beautifully and even this is enough.”

You frowned.

“I may have to do this every spring. Or even redo it in the summer…”

“You don’t owe us anything. You are trying your best to do us a kindness. And our hive knows and sees that. We are beyond grateful to you… Its… We’ve needed…We are truly grateful.” His expression fell at the mention of his hive, his antennas drooping. Rena moved forward and held Lyith, a sad expression on her own face.

There was a pause in conversation that grew somewhat awkward.

How do I make this better? You tried to brainstorm, but only one thing came to mind.

You went over and gave the both of them a big bear hug. It was a tense one, but you tried to adjust your emotions, instead concentrating on how fond you had grown of the two. You tried to shout it as loud as you could through your brain at them.

This seemed to break the spell, as Rena started to laugh. Lyith looked at you affectionately.

“I know we haven't known each other long, but I just want to say, you can count on me. If you ever need to talk about anything let me know. I'll listen.”

Rena and Lyith hummed in response, returning your group hug with a long squeeze.

Long hugs. The favorite actions of a Bee-men.

After some quiet reassurances, the two of you decided to idle while the two foraged on the edge of the Wood. You walked with them and asked them as many questions you could think of. How old were they? Were they able to do other magics? You had thought Bee-men to be isolated. How come they knew so much about human culture?

Lyith was the one who answered you most of the time. It seemed that bee-man typically lived double the life of a human, with Rena and Lyith being about 45, and 51, Lyith being the oldest. They were in the same season of life as you though!

Bee-man could do some other magics(they didn't go much into what), but they specialized in making their magical honey, which fortified the health and wellbeing of a Bee-men.

They didn’t say it outright but it seemed like the dip in magic had affected the nutrition of their food source. They kept their own bees and shared honey, but it still wasn't enough, so they had ventured out into human society to buy fruit when it was necessary. They also did trade with neighboring beast-men, the Wolfmen being happy to share their fruit for their Bee’s wax waste. I

“What exactly do you guys do for fun though?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Lyith smiled. “Late night flying is fun.”

Rena snorted. “You mean late night spying. Lyith has a habit of looking through people's windows.”

Lyith wrinkled his nose at Rena. “If they did not want to be seen they would have drawn the curtains. It's not strange, I am just curious about human life is all.”

Rena reached forward and pinched Lyiths nose. “Poor thing. So bored he must make mischief.”

You looked at Lyith with surprise. His big eyes grew in concern and he pouted at you.

“You are not going to tease me too are you? I promise, I never see anything scandalous. I'm a good little bee.” He fluttered his eyes at you.

You giggled and pushed his shoulder.

“As long as you're not spying on me I guess it's harmless.”

Lyiths expression shifted to one of his dopey smiles. It always surprised you how innocent he could look despite his size. Was it maybe…

“So… I may have read that you guys are telepathic right?”

Renas face changed into a smirk.

“Yes, and?”

“ Well, have you guys ever… used your powers on me?”

Rena snorted. Lyith gave you an unreadable expression. “We Bee-man are very particular about sharing our heads outside of our hives. But no. We haven't done anything to you if that's what you meant…”

Oh. He was pouting now.

“No! Thats not what I meant! I just… i feel so comfortable around you guys it's almost supernatural. I just. Idk. Wanted to know. Please I didn't mean anything by it!”

Lyith wrinkled his nose at you and Rena continued to seem amused. You felt helpless and got a bit upset with yourself. You did your best to calm yourself down but you were upset. You had so few friends here and you were afraid you blew it. A wave of loneliness swept through you.

Lyith was watching you the whole time, before sighing. “All will be forgiven if you give us some of those fruit tarts you made yesterday.”

You looked at him, shocked.

“I thought you said you didn't spy on me!”

“I wasn't spying, I just happened to be foraging by the window, and smelled something amazing. It was all incidental.”

“There's sugar in the crust. Won’t your tummy get upset?”

He just smiled. Rena laughed. “He named his price. For offending us, we must get fruit tarts.”

Finally feeling better, the three of you walked(they let you walk!!!) Back to your home. You served them up your tarts, when finally the questions started coming about you. Why did you move here? Do you have any siblings? What were you like as a child?

This went on until dinner time, at which point you decided to shoo your new friends away. “ I'll be back to do the flowers tomorrow. We… we will see what I can do.” You admitted. The two of them smiled at you, hugging you tight for a good three minutes. They always lingered, nuzzling your face and hair, as if they were getting a whiff of you. You could smell their own perfume and tried not to think too much. Their goodbyes always felt so intimate.

Rena decided to pepper your face in kisses before they left. Lyith just rolled his eyes at her. When they drew apart you felt empty, like some piece of you was going with them.

***

As always, Lyith picked you up that morning. This time, you made sure to bring a scarf and hat, alongside emergency snacks in your bag. Where he was taking you next was a little longer of a trip, a whole ten minutes to the usual six. That was a long time when you were hurtling through the air.

You were surprised to drop into a small crowd. There were ten Bee-men present besides Rena, who seemed to be communicating silently with them. The air was full of bee noises; humming, purring, the fluttering of wings. The air smelled amazingly fresh, floral and syrupy. It was an odd smell, but it seemed to put you at ease somehow. And maybe a bit peckish.

A Beeman a whole foot and a half taller then Rena fluttered towards you. They bowed, of which you awkwardly returned before they reached forward and took your hand gently. Lyith started,

“This is Elder Bisou. He is the eldest of our hive. He is showing you respect.”

Elder Bisou smiled at you. “Little Witch, I welcome you to our territory. My human is a bit… unused. Please receive our thanks for your efforts.” He took your hand and leaned down so that it met his temple. You could feel the rush of his magic, like your mind was a fish bowl and he was putting a gentle hand on the glass. You could feel his warmth, his deep gratitude through it.

Your back straightened and you felt water prick your eyelids. You gave him a slow nod, becoming acutely aware just how serious this whole situation actually was. Rena and Lyith had been dancing around it, but the Bee-men must be slowly starving to death. That was the only explanation for the depths of what you had felt.

“I will do my best.” Was all you could reply.

Lyith, acting as your translator, took you to each Bee-men he could and introduced you. It seemed that some of the elders, as well as some of those who had free time had come to watch the “little witch” work. Most took your hand gently, and sent you a ghost of what their emotions were. There was a sort of film around the emotions, a barrier of sorts. Whether this was on purpose so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed, or just how their telepathy worked, you couldn't tell.

You did your best to not let your nerves get to you as you dissected the sections of the field where you would be doing your experiments. You didn’t know how these particular flowers would take to your spell, so it was still best to be cautious. The bee-men looked on with interest.

You did your chants in a loud booming fashion, and channeled in as elegant a fashion as you could. Like always, the magic came, and the spell did its work. These flowers were different, like rainbow colored lavender. Rather than letting the magic gush through you, you let it gently trickle out, pacing yourself. When the deeds were done, you still felt sore, and you still held a headache in your temple, but there was no nausea, so growth!

Once you were done with your work, there was a large excited buzzing throughout the forest. There was clapping, dancing, stomping of feet, pumping of many hands, whoops from Rena and Lyith. One Bee, a worker named Aidenn held a small wooden instrument in his hands and started to play. This triggered a chorus from the Bee-men. There was a harmonizing among the crowd and they started to circle each other, laughing and dancing. A circle of flying, spinning Bee-men formed.

Rena grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you onto her shoulder before joining in the circle of the dance. You giggled as you spun, feeling the giddiness in the air like it was laughing gas. That same pressure filled your mind and a part of your heart started to soar. It was intimate, but not stifling and you loved feeling so close to everyone.

You lifted your hands and, feeling in the spirit, decided to hum along. At some point Rena had taken you in her arms and held you close as they continued to fly in a circle, spinning and perrying, and switching. It was similar to square dancing, where there was a pattern to it.

At one point, the tune changed and Lyith swooped down from above and grabbed you out of Rena’s arms. She snorted at him but let it happen, joining hands with another passing Bee-men. When Lyith gathered you in his arms, he cradled you as close as possible, surprising you. One hand was gripping firmly around your waist and the other crushing you to him. He landed on the ground, and the rest of the bee-men followed, causing something of a ballroom dance.

“You did wonderfully today.” He breathed in your ear, causing them to redden. You pulled yourself back a bit to see his face and he was looking at you with such pride and affection it felt like a weight crushing your chest. You moved your hands from his shoulders to reach his own hands. You were shaky, but you wanted to return his feelings somehow. His palms were soft.

This caused him to laugh, a purring sort of trill coming from his throat. You couldn’t help a silly grin form on your face.

“I’m glad you came to my garden.” Was all you could think to say.

He looked at you, with those big black eyes, then reached forward and kissed you on the lips. It was only a peck, but you could feel his joy through it.

Something complex within you, a mix of happiness, excitement, hope, all of your feelings rose up into your throat. Unable to find the words to express yourself, you took all of those big heavy emotions, wrapped them all up together and kissed him back, right there, in the middle of your makeshift dance floor.

When you pulled away Lyith looked shocked, his bottom lip hanging open. Adorable as usual.

Rena hollered from the otherside of the gathering, sending out a big whoop. There was laughter, buzzing and an echoing whoop from some of the younger bee-men. Elder Bisou made some clicking sounds, but the sides of his mouth were slightly upturned.

It occurred to you then that you were in the middle of a group of very telepathic monster people. Your cheeks grew hot in embarrassment and you pulled away from Lyith a bit. Your shoes suddenly became very interesting.

Lyith eventually turned your chin back up to face him. He held a small peaceful smile, before bumping his forehead to yours. He didn’t share his emotions but the affection was still there.

After you grew too tired to dance, you took a seat under a tree, munching on a granola bar. Another one of the Bee-men, a younger drone named Haven, made his way to sit next to you.

“I don’t know if it was mentioned, but honey production has picked up enormously since you agreed to help us. I haven’t felt this great in… well ever! Thank you little witch!”

“I’m not little, but thank you for saying so.” You were starting to get a bit lightheaded now, and not from the dancing. It was possible that some of the symptoms of mana sickness were surfacing a little late.

“You are strong! That is true! Even elder Bisou has said he hasn’t met a human or beastman with mana like yours!” Haven turned his voice down to a whisper, as if he was sharing a secret, “Your magic smells so much like flowers, really, its a huge blessing! In fact, I would eat you up if I could!” He laughed as if he had made a joke. He sighed and looked up dreamily at the sky. “Alas, I am saving myself for when we find our queen.” He wrapped his arms around himself, as if to fend off imaginary suitors.

You wrinkled your nose. “Queen? You don’t have a queen? Isn’t that super bad for bees, I mean bee-men?”

Heaven tilted his head at you, reminding you of Lyith.

“Of course. That's why we are all so small and weak.” You stared at him in shock. He put up his hands. “We are doing well though! It's been 20 years since our queen died but we are still here! Oh! There is a hive up north! Any day now, one of their queens' daughters might descend and bless us! Or.. Or we--”

“Little One! You seem like you're getting sick!” Rena Descended from above and put a hand to your forehead.

“You are far too warm! Haven, mind if I take her out of your wings?”

Heaven looked up at Rena, his face a mask of confusion. He eventually gave in though and stood up.

“I should check on Elder Bisou! He might need something!” His voice was flat, obviously fake, but he ran away- flew away with gusto.

Rena took your face into her hands, tilting your head back and forth. Your lightheadedness turned full on dizzy. Rena’s face screwed up in an annoyed expression.

“You overdid it. And after that whole speech about not knowing your limits too..” She gently put a hand on your back and picked you up princess style. You would have been embarrassed, if your brain was functioning properly. Instead your gaze fixed on Rena’s beautiful iridescent wings. The lights were so lovely and they helped ground you. Honestly, everything about Rena was lovely. Well, maybe lovely wasn’t the right word. She was rough around the edges. A tease and a know it all. But she doted on you so, it made you feel a bit overwhelmed. Your gaze shifted from her wings to her lovely nose, pretty sharp for a bee-men.

Rena started conversing with Lyith about you, pointing her jaw and humming. Huh. Rena was actually incredibly attractive. You had known that before. Maybe it was something about how dizzy everything was. The last time you had felt this way she had been kissing you, her textured tongue pushing nectar down your thoat-

“Little One”

Your mind immediately focused. She was using a demanding tone.

“Lyith will take you home. Next time, we will only do one spell at a time.” She leaned forward and placed her cool lips to the side of your mouth. Making you blush. Well your face was already heated so you would have blushed. “I will see you again soon. Rest.” And she was off.

You were in Lyith’s arms again. A place you were starting to get comfortable in. He stared at you for a moment, his lips pursed, then sighed loudly. He held your gaze for a moment.

“I do not like this habit you are forming. You will not get sick again, understand?”

You nodded at him, mind hazy. Sleepy. You were sleepy.

You didn’t register the fly home, only that the coolness felt nice. You were carried from the porch, into the living room, up the stairs, and laid on your bed. You were covered in warm, delicious blankets.

You never saw Lyith leave before you passed out. Probably because he tucked himself in right beside you, the cool air washing over both of you from the open bedroom window.

Part Four

#monster fucker #monster lover #monster #monster x reader #terat0philliac #teratophillia #bee hybrid #bee hybrids #bee hybrid × reader #bee hybrids x reader #monster romance #bee monster #monster fluff #fluff

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yuri-is-online · 1 year ago

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Criminally Smooth (Floyd Leech x Yuu)

Floyd might have a concussion, but that doesn't mean he can't recognize true love when he sees it, and that halo the bisexual lighting of this cop car is giving you makes him think he might have a chance.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, based off a meme I saw and the song Bonnie and Clyde by Dutch Melrose. Vaguely modern au, hints of a mafia au? Yuu and Floyd are implied to be adults and full of bad decisions. More fic can be found on my masterlist.

“Hey baby, what's your name?” Floyd's teeth are sharp and his smile is weirdly wide, like he's trying to display his mouth for you. “You come here often? I swear I've seen ya somewhere before…” You take a deep breath trying to ground yourself, the metal of the handcuffs should be painful enough to do the trick but the ridiculousness of Floyd asking that question when you're both going to jail is overriding the discomfort.

“We've met before, yeah.” You grumble trying to shift to get a bit more comfortable as Floyd's eyes get wide as saucers in a way that would be cute if that meeting hadn't been him shaking you down for “interfering” with Azul’s business model.

“Really?” He sounds so happy, and tries to move his hands to do who knows what but gets stopped by the cuffs, which wipes away the facade of kindness as he glares down at them. “Well I must have introduced myself-”

“You did yeah.” You try to cut off whatever it is he has to say and try not to die of embarrassment when it doesn't stop him from babbling.

“I've got your number then right?” Floyd begins wiggling to reach for his back pocket and glares when Officer Clover tells him to knock it off. “You're just so fucking pretty please tell me that wasn't just a dream and I got your number.” Are you even talking to the same person?

“I don't think so?” He whines, whines! When you say that and looks up at you like a kicked puppy. “We uh. We weren't. Didn't get much of a chance to talk.” You shouldn't be flustered by this. Shouldn't be thinking that it's sort of cute how he presses up against the bars separating you in the back of the cruiser to try and get as close to you as possible.

“Aww well let me do it again please?” You nod and try not to fluster when he brings back the dreamy smile places his cuffed hands against the bars. “I'm Floyd, sorry I totaled your car, baby.” It wasn't your car but you know better to say that in something rigged for audio. “You free this Saturday? I wanna make it up to you and I know a real great place-”

“I don't think either of you are going to be free this weekend,” Officer Clover isn't even hiding how much he's enjoying this you really wish you could get away with punching him “sorry Floyd.”

“Ignore Sea Turtle, oh hey I don't know your name do I?” Surprisingly Floyd isn't annoyed at all, he's still keeping his mouth wide and gets even more excited when you begin to subconsciously mimic him. “C'mon what's your name pretty?”

“It's Yuu but you kept calling me-”

“LITTLE SHRIMPY!!!” He shouts so loud Officer Clover slams on the brakes out of shock, Floyd laughs as he tumbles around and you try to brace against the wall. “Dawww ya should have just led with that baby, I wouldn't have rammed ya. Not with a car anyway.” The police cruiser lurches again as you feel the tires hit something, slamming Floyd against the door and tumbling you towards the floor. He bites down on the metal of his cuffs making sure to keep eye contact with you as he chews through the metal, winking like he's putting on some sort of show and not at all surprised or afraid that your ride is spiraling out of control. “Remember, Saturday ok? And don't worry about dressing nice I'll take care of it ♡” His door flies open as Officer Clover scrambles for his radio and Floyd jumps out of the tank into an awaiting vehicle laughing the entire time, yelling a few choice expletives at the police commissioner as he goes. You curl yourself into a tiny ball and chew on the inside of your cheek as you try to process what just happened over the angry squaking you hear on the radio.

There's no way a judge is letting you make bail after this.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x yuu #i wrote this fast idk #mafia au #i have ideas

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oblique-lane · 1 year ago

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Sniper tf2 mentality

Today I will be talking about Sniper's personality because I often see people portraying him DRASTICALLY different abd I wanted to understand what's going on and why all of the interpretations are correct (in my opinion)

Let's name the most prominent thesises:

Sniper is shy and introverted.

Sniper is unhinged and bloodlusty and is annoyed by people.

Why do i think that these aren't exactly contradictory?

I think at this point it's safe to assume Sniper is autistic (I mean lol this is easier to prove than to disprove). As an autistic person myself, I can see why he could be perceived like that.

Sniper doesn't talk to people and mostly observes them and the situation. Very in tune with his profession. That, however, might be perceived as being shy or very introverted or both. People love talking and expect others to share information, yet Sniper never says half of the things he's thinking about.

But let me tell you, it's NOT because he's shy. If he was shy, it would show in his body language as being stiff and rigid. He's not. His body is pretty relaxed and takes enough space. Still crosses his arms, but in a "don't bother me" way, not a "please don't judge me" way.

He's just disinterested.

I relate to it a lot in real life! People at my job think I'm too shy to talk to them, but no, I just DON'T WANT TO. I'm not scared of any if you, there's just nothing to talk about. I don't know your business, you don't know mine, our interests don't collide. If I talked to you about my interests you wouldn't listen anyway. Small talk? Ew, are y kidding me?

However, I like to listen. I'm an extrovert personally (unexpected huh) so I love being around people, but it doesn't mean I have to takk to them. I'll just sponge the information they are babbling about so I know my community better. When I meet new group of people where everyone knows eachother but me, I'm not going to feel awkward, it's perfectly fine to observe.

Sniper seems to fit into this kind of behaviour too. So he's not shy in a social anxiety sense".

NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT THE BLOODLUST!!

Yeah you all know his in-game voicelines. You feel either horny or assaulted after he rolls these sadistic words on his tongue. Yes I said sadistic, are you gonna argue?

"We professionals don't give speeches we just take a shot" he says in the comics. OH YEAH? IS THAT WHY YOU HAVE THE MOST FUCKING VOICELINES OF ALL OF THEM??

Have you ever noticed how much attention he puts into saying how 'professional' he is? Like, yeah no shit, they all kinda are. But why, unlike other mercs, he insists on calling himself a professional with standards and morals, detached from emotions and feelings, so much???

There's literally no reason to be ashamed of being a killer and to admit that you enjoy killing people, you were hired to Mann Co. for that specifically!!!

My assumption: it's a personal disgust towards himself and his anger issues. I've said it before already and I will again.

His so called 'shadow side' that he suppresses so much. It loves to cause people pain, it loves releasing the inner anger, it is being feral and impulsive in nature. Sniper cannot let himself be like that for whatever reason. He's already built a clear picture of what he is in his head and he doesn't want to destroy that.

The only time he allows himself to be a monster is in the battle because it comes naturally. However, when it's not a situation of adrenaline rush, when people want to talk about his persona face to face, he starts to defend himself and bury his face under the lies he believes in.

And THIS is anxiety. To be scared to be truly perceived. Not like many people tried, but I assume he wouldn't like it.

Bro really thinks he doesn't have feelings lmaoooo imagine being so emotionally immature the only way to process your emotions is to shot a human dead.

So, is Sniper anxious? Yes. Is this social anxiety? No, he's not shy. Is he an unhinged murderer? Yes. Does he identify as one? No. It's really a little bit more complicated than the two thesises from the beginning.

He's a person. Obviously not mentally healthy. High dimensional. Can be potentially broken or healed in terms of a good character study.

I might be very wrong though and most of the assumptions are simply guessing by grasping the patterns, but usually when I analyze someone like thus, it turns out mostly right. But correct me if you feel like it.

#tf2 #tf2 sniper #sniper tf2 #just my rambling #I've been thinking about this mf a little bit too much #He is so NOT self aware #Can anyone see that????#His childhood traumas were never addressed he's just suppressed them #I wish he had more backstory #Bleh

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impishjesters · 2 years ago

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Mafia Boss Jax x Reader

warning(s): gun mentioned, stalking mentioned, domestic/soft Jax, marriage mentioned note(s): Honestly couldn't really see much worth tagging, it's all just stuff you'd expect to see mentioned in a mafia/gang headcanon... A/N: So I saw a fanart thingie (and I've had it on the brain anyway) and it made me thirsty for some mafia boss Jax and I just... I might have to write up a one-shot (or series) at some point but this was enough to quench my thirst...temporarily. I can definitely see myself building a universe around this idea though. I'm excited as you can tell because I just kept fuckin' going in writing this out... Also feast upon domestic Jax in the latter half, I got mushy...

Jax is a tricky boss, it’s hard to get a solid read on him, as an enemy or an ally. He’s almost always sporting a grin, making it difficult to gauge unless you can tell those smiles apart. If he’s frowning? Ha.

He’s that fine middle ground of laid-back yet strict. His word is law, get shit done and do it right and he doesn’t particularly care about the rest.

This person needs to be killed, but before that, they need to be tortured for information. How you torture or kill them doesn’t matter, you get that information or else.

Rabbits are his motif design, not originally by choice but it stuck. Purple rabbit head, his signature grin, it’s childish—which is why it’s perfect, only idiots see that childish design and think “Oh this will be easy” and then it’s fuckin not.

Working for him means nobody is an exception to his little pranks and fuckery. Nothin’ too bad—not intentionally anyways. Bunch of wackos with guns, who thought they’d get trigger-happy when startled?

If you work for him, chances are he finds you a fun target for his mischief.

He might seem buddy buddy with you, but remember he’s your boss. Chances are you are acquaintances at best, not friends. At least for now—who knows?

If you’re dating him, well howdy hey aren’t you a pretty little thing on his arm?

Just kidding, regardless of whether you work under him or not you are given standard gun training as protection for yourself and him, but mainly yourself.

He does like it when you are his date for any events, though he’ll never say it. Jax is the type to bring up an event and do the whole shtick of “guess I’ll need to find a date” sorta guy.

Back on the topic of dating him and gun training—on the off chance you are dating and don’t know about his little crew and lifestyle… What the fuck’s wrong with you? Are you that blind? His position isn’t some well-kept secret, well not to anyone who knows anything.

Jax is pretty straightforward about it, except with his track record of joking there’s like a 97% chance you thought he was kidding when he said he’s a mafia boss. Ha, surprise.

Now if the two of you are dating, and you aren’t part of his little world then he does do his best to keep you out of it. This means that there are periods when you won’t see him, whether it’s because he’s busy or for safety reasons.

You aren’t safe from spam texts, calls, and video chats though. Nah, that’s all fair game to him baby.

Oh, you got work in the morning? Tough, he’ll stay on the phone/video with you until you pass out—he might go a step further and stay on the call for hours even if you are unconscious.

He does it for one of three reasons…

One, it gives him fuel to use whatever shit you say or do in your sleep to tease you with later.

Two, your company, albeit silent and unaware that you’re keeping him company, makes him feel less alone. Moments like this are often when he’s not working and at home, alone. Hearing you breathe, babble, and shuffle around on speaker has him feeling less alone in that big home of his.

Three, it gives him some piece of mind that you are okay, he can see and hear you, and no guns or glass are breaking to be heard. You’re safe. Moments like this are usually after stressful events, whether it’s a job gone wrong, someone injured, etc.

Those calls usually last through the night into the morning and you wake up and see the call still on or see him on the screen. He’s never told you about why some calls continue into the morning, or rather why he’s still awake when he should’ve been sleeping. Though it doesn’t take a genius to figure out it’s not just him being a stalker, but something more serious—if the oddly sweet tone he uses when telling you good morning and asking how you slept is anything to go by.

That said, Jax is not a morning person—even to you. Though if he’s awake before you or has yet to sleep, he’s oddly tender and domestic when it’s just the two of you.

“How’d ya sleep, angel? Dream of me? Nah, don’t answer that, I know ya did.”

“Hey sleepyhead, got ya coffee and breakfast ready. No, I didn’t put anything suspicious in it. I’m wounded doll, ya think I’d put in all that effort to make you breakfast just to ruin it?”

Okay so he’s still a little shit, but he’s got an unspoken soft spot for you.

Speaking of soft spots, if he’s truly down bad for you then that means you are his weakness. He can’t have those—no he’s not gonna kill ya Christ calm down—that means you’re at risk of getting hurt if word gets out.

So if the two of you aren’t at that level yet and are still living apart, he tries hard to keep his distance to keep the attention off you.

But if you are living together? You’re still at risk but he’s got his security measures, and bodyguards galore—even if you don’t live together he always has someone watching you—sure it’s a little creepy but just don’t think about it alright?

I said don’t think about it.

Jax does yet doesn’t understand the line of stalking. To him he’s keeping you safe, to you it’s likely an invasion of your privacy—but if you are anything like me then as long as there’s no malicious intent he can do his own thing. I dunno bout you but I’d rather him have eyes on me than something bad happen to me.

While living together it doesn’t take a genius to tell you that Jax visibly relaxes in your presence, especially when he comes home and gets into bed with you. He’s such a domestic sucker deep down, but you don’t need words to see that.

Overall, I feel like Jax wouldn’t date you if he didn’t have serious feelings for you. His lifestyle isn’t for everyone and he doesn’t open up to just anyone, it could take years before he finally allows himself to even ask you out on a date before considering more. But once the two of you are together he sees the two of you in for the long run, he’ll probably be upfront about it and say if you aren’t in this for the long run and potential marriage then he can’t do it.

Your Jax’s ride or die, please allow him to be yours too.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #jax #jax x reader #tadc jax

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teethstitch · 10 months ago

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It All Clicks Into Place

Synopsis: the wizard is lonely, he works, and he keeps the world in check, he hides from the town, ignoring their festivities and placating the ever restless growing junimos, when one day, the junimos go quiet, content, someone's delivered a package.

Take a shot every time I say 'Junimo' (Please Don't). Anyways, my first SDV fic, I'm excited! This was inspired by justawormonastring on tiktok/ao3 and their video promoting their fic for the wizard 'track 1-opening song / merry-go-round of life', I thought it was a prompt and kind of just ran with it before realising it was already it's own fic, I haven't read it yet but will after this, but as it's based on their video, I apologise if it's too similar. I hope you enjoy and I hope to come to y'all with more stardew fics soon! Cross-posted to AO3.

An eerie quiet in the tower is nothing new, its been like that for many years, yet it’s the wrong kind. As he works away, Rasmodious can’t help but note a new kind of quiet, one he hasn’t been able to keep since those pesky Junimos took to appearing in his attic now and then, but now all he hears is the movement he commands, the bubbling of a potion, the flickering of pages, and the sound those of normal fates cannot hear, the low hum of magic that grows louder the closer one finds themselves to the tower, noises he’s accustomed himself to, but without the incessant chirpings of the Junimos, the sound is off.

Rasmodius is used to hearing them babble about, appear and disappear without warning nor care for his peace, restless it seems. They talk, about what, he isn’t sure, and with the consistent cold shoulder, he stopped trying long ago, understanding their chatter didn’t mean knowing any of their business. The Junimos in some way seem to share that sentiment, as they keep to themselves, but as Rasmodious is well aware, they don’t do so peacefully, it stirs him, drawing his eyes to the attic above him, still, silent.

When he arrives with a flourish, he pauses, the congregation of each of them silently watching from around corners and doorways, not disappearing as he appears, usually ones to fade when he gets near. They pay him no mind, and it takes a moment for him to recognise where their energy signature has taken him, to the community centre, watching the new farmer with the utmost focus, carrying a box filled to the brim with fresh produce. He had heard chirpings from the Junimos, their wish for the townspeople’s centre to be restored, but it was a waste of his time, and truthfully, he hadn’t thought much of giving the farmer the potion that allowed them communication with the Junimos, he assumed the curiousity they held would not grow once they realised the work the Junimos required be done before they put their powers to work, but here they were. Most produce remained in the box, labelled for delivery to Pierre’s store, the wizard scoffed, catching the attention of the small forest spirits before him.

Their attention diverted from the farmer, though as far as explanations, the creatures remained quiet as to why their usual forest keeping jobs had fallen for this little watch party, and thankfully, the attention of the farmer remained on the scroll. Just as quickly as the creatures eyes turned to Rasmodius, they switched again at the resonant sound, the completion of one of their bundles, jumping and chirping as the oblivious farmer stared at the gift materialised in front of them. He quirks a brow at the behaviour, not that of the Junimos, but that of the farmer, doing the creatures little fetch quests, and for what? They certainly had enough to deal with on their newly acquired farm, Rasmodius hadn’t been there himself, but he’d known the state of it from the Junimos visits, they left it as was, but they would visit the old man’s grave on occasion, what would be a harder task for any mortal with the constantly gathering debris.

As the door on the community centre shuts he appears before the small Junimo hut within it, kneeling down, his eyes draw a box filled with spring crops and forageables, encased in a gentle glow of magic- stuck in time, ever fresh. The lone creatures eyes glow with pride, the secured items behind it, the chirping less of an annoyance with only one nearby. It’s real, unexplained, but real, and Rasmodius is more than certain the Junimos will continue to remind him of this new reality for every new deposit so long as they continue, though he knows the extent of some of their requests, and he’s doubtful.

“You hold your expectations too high.” He chastises the spirit, but there’s a seed of doubt in it. The quests are too much for most people, working or not, and for a new resident with all too much to explore and work towards, he’s not sure if or why the farmer would continue, but still, the doubt resides, their grandfather, had he not been so old… they seemed of the same ilk, that was enough to stop any finality from reaching Rasmodius’ words.

The continuing participation of the farmer from then on did not yield the same results as before, the talkative nature of the Junimos returned, chatting away, likely about the farmer or their work, Rasmodius was still tuning it out, if he wanted to hear of the community centre project he’d ask the farmer himself. His mood soured further with the colourful stationary stuck in his periphery, jumping out and impossible not to notice in the drab space. He hadn’t sent another letter, and he hadn’t intended to, but the Junimos set it out and when he put it away they set it out again, a vicious cycle he’d vowed to end by just ignoring the call of the paper and quill. It proved harder than he’d thought. He knew best himself he had no desire to invite the farmer over for any frivolity, much as they insisted showing up with their own gifts as fall approached, thankfully taking the hint to leave quickly as they had arrived. It all compounded, he hadn’t wanted to, he truly didn’t and would insist so if he had a soul to talk to, but with all the force of the Junimos and the farmers insistence on appearing, he was thinking about it, considering it, even.

The resounding knock that snaps him out of his fog is expected by now – twice a week, every week, the farmer appears with a gift, sometimes appearing empty handed just to talk, though rarely does he give them anything to work with that might extend the conversation past the first few minutes. Still, he’s since stopped openly requested they leave, and he supposed any visitation or conversation was his own fault, but in spite of his curt attitude and occasional unkind remark, he wasn’t cruel, he wouldn’t send the farmer away when it was clear this half hearted companionship was important to them.

The door swung open, requiring no more exertion than a simple wave of the hand, and there they were once more.

“Hello Rasmodius.” The farmer greeted, covered in soot from head to toe, some of it infiltrating small wounds on their exposed skin, their pickaxe moving precariously at each step against their thigh and perhaps something he should have noticed before anything else as trivial as the appearance of the farmer, pure solar essence, brightening the farmers already cheery expression as they held it out to him in cupped hands. Perplexed, Rasmodius stalled, finding the words to use when giving thanks for such a thoughtful gift.

“I- ahem, thank you, my stores were running low.” Rasmodius took the essence, quickly transporting it away to storage, avoiding the farmers eyes, looking at his notes, his spell books, his letter stationary... half of his tower being blocked from his eye line for reasons he couldn’t name.

“I know, you told me when I came here last.” The farmer smiled, finding some hidden humour he himself couldn’t see in his forgetfulness. “Well... I better run, I need to go crack some geodes before Clint closes up shop, good luck with your solar flare.”

“Solar Essence.” Rasmodius corrected, just as the Farmer returned to the doorway.

“Essence, I knew that.” They smiled warmly once more before disappearing behind the stone, the door firmly closing. Perhaps he could see some merit in the humour of forgetfulness.

Rasmodius looked again at the stationary, and this time without any hesitancy, picked up his quill.

‘If you’ll be continuing into the mines you’ll find far more dangerous materials than solar essence, but even then long term exposure to it without protections can be dangerous, visit the tower when you’re able and I’ll see to it that your trips are a little safer on the magic end.’

The farmer showed up early the very next day, a void essence in hand this time.

It was an easy routine to fall into, as much as Rasmodius would insist to himself that it was unnecessary and that he held no attachment to the unspoken arrangement, and well, with no one to argue with him, he’d practically convinced himself of as much. Still, as he also told himself, he wasn’t unkind, he wouldn’t dare forbid the farmer from visiting, especially since once every month or so they would require intervention by the force of his powers to keep them from death or prolonged exposure to harmful elements, and he couldn’t deny the steady stream of gifts was helpful to his studies... and perhaps his ego too.

It was such an easy routine to fall into that Rasmodius was reminded that the farmer had been here for a year now only when that year came to end with the changing of the seasons, and with the new season, his least favourite of all festivals would be in tow.

The tunes of the flower dance penetrates the stone of the tower, resonant, cheerful, annoying; reaching Rasmodious as he hums, preparing a summoning ritual, he won’t bother the Junimos for their help today, they delight in the celebration of the towns folk, he however, does not. It matters not in the grand scheme of things, as long as he can get his work done in relative peace, all is well, and a little music is a far cry from any of the things capable of keeping him from his work.

Usually.

He knows the dance well enough from times passed for unwanted imagery to enter his mind of the dance beginning as the traditional tune begins to pick up, fabrications of his mind or visions, the sight of the farmer following each step to perfection bothers him. He comes up with nothing as his mind frantically searches for an explanation as to what on this mortal plane bothers him so deeply about the farmer dancing with one of the townsfolk, you could hardly call it dancing with someone, the distance they keep, and yet it keeps him from his ritual.

A knock at the door sounds and by now is far from unexpected, the door swings open without delay, no more than a thought, an unconscious effort. Rasmodius regrets how open he’s become to the farmers visits, how he assumes them to be his only visitor, still unsure of the images reality, and he dreads the idea of turning to face one of the townsfolk at the moment, he’d already been kept from his work long enough by the dance. But, as always, there stands the farmer, and his rising temper begins to dissipate as Rasmodius recognises the lithe song continuing in the background. He humours the idea that inconsequential conversation with them will drown out the music, at least for a short period, a worthy further distraction from his work for the sake of his patience. He pays no further mind to the false vision, simply focuses on the now of things, the why can come later when he doesn’t have to stumble through a social interaction.

“I take it you’re not participating in this years flower dance?”

The farmer laughed, embarrassed, Rasmodius took in the grass stains on the their overalls at the knees. “I’m not the best dancer, I didn’t want anyone to get hurt, besides, I brought you... this!” after a brief pause, the farmer presented a plentiful bouquet of blue jazz flowers, the both of them avoided direct eye contact as the wizard stared at the bouquet and the farmer to the side as they began their rambling. “I just figured I’d tell you that I really appreciate all your help with the Junimos, and well, with all the gifts they’ve been giving me, I thought it couldn’t hurt to follow in their direction and gift for more specific reasons.” At his silence, the farmer continued. “You know, a-as a gift, for the flower dance- grew them myself, heh... oh and I uh also saw blue jazz on your list of ingredients last week so, here they are.” The farmer waved their hands a little, the nervous smile they’d had this whole time still going strong, and finally, Rasmodius acknowledged the situation.

“I’ve never cared much for most of the events the townsfolk throw, and especially not the flower dance, but I appreciate the time you’ve taken to make me feel,” Rasmodius paused, what was he meant to feel? “included. Thank you, truly.”

“Of course, anytime.” The farmer smiled properly as they handed over the bouquet, dropping eye contact as their fingers grazed during the hand off. “I’ll let you get back to whatever’s bubbling back there, and I guess I’ll see you next flower dance so I have an excuse not to trip in front of everyone.” The nervous lilt returned to their voice, though that was the least of Rasmodius’ concerns by now.

“That would be... nice.” He smiled and nodded goodbye, the farmer following in the silent exchange, waving as they exited.

As the door shut, Rasmodius attention drew back to the full bouquet, bursting with flowers, the exchange of its handling dropping more than a few petals. Delicately, Rasmodius placed the blue flowers on his table, leaving to his store room in the attic, though returning not with a drying press for the petals or blades for the stems, but an old vase. He placed it with care onto the table, a light swish of his hand beginning to slowly fill it with water. As it did so, he gathered up all the loose petals into a pile and placed them by his spell book to be dried and stored later, and as the vase finally filled, Rasmodius took extra care to unwrap and transfer the bouquet into the chilly water, smiling at his new table centrepiece, the music and the flower dance a long forgotten bother just as his ritual was.

Perhaps it was foolish to discount the flower dance of its merits, and maybe he would send a request for the flowers of the season when it came time for Summer and even Fall.

The thought drifted across his mind the rest of the night that maybe even he would learn the steps to the dance, though he couldn’t not know why he felt that way this time, nor could he pretend. He would have to visit the library and get to practicing, his farmer wasn’t the only one with two left feet.

Close Note: Apologies to those awaiting the return of Wind Chimes, currently I’m just doing my best to get back in the rhythm of writing anything at all, and if you’re reading this, I thank you for your patience. I’m open to requests for the time being if you have any SDV requests send them to my tumblr, you can also request something else from my introductory page with my rules and fandoms listed! Everyone have a lovely week, hope you enjoyed.

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x farmer #stardew valley wizard #m. rasmodius #M. Rasmodius x reader #The wizard x reader #stardew valley fanfic

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jawnscoffee · 2 years ago

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Sherlock's Wedding Speech

ok so this is a very random onehsot i've head in my head for AGES and it rained today and that means: perfect day to stay inside and write :D

the title says everything (even though i have NO idea if sherlock would actually say sth like this but i just love his best man speech way too much). hope you like it!

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Ladies and gentlemen, family, friends, and...uhm... others.

When I stood here for the first time, I was babbling something about telegrams that John received, which, in case you forgot, are still not actually telegrams; we just call them telegrams. I still haven't figured out why, by the way. I guess I'll just have to be content with the fact that it's a wedding tradition.

When I stood here for the first time, I thought telegrams were stupid because I didn't know what it was like to receive telegrams myself. I didn't understand why people would congratulate you on something like a wedding or on finding somebody you want to spend the rest of your life with. I thought it was stupid since a wedding is nobody else's business anyway, and after all, it is very rare that you actually do end up spending the rest of your life with the particular person you married that day. I didn't understand because I didn't know back then what it felt like to have found someone you knew you would love for the rest of your life and even longer still, no matter what. I didn't understand because I didn't know what it felt like to be loved by this particular person just as much in return.

When John Watson asked me to marry him, I suddenly did.

John Watson. My friend, John Watson. My...love.

When John first broached the subject of getting married, I was confused—even more so when he asked me to be his best man. I confess that at first, once again, I didn't realise he was asking me. It took me a little longer to understand what he was saying than when he asked me to be his best man and why he, all of a sudden, knelt down in front of me. I couldn't express just a scrap of emotion, which, understandably, unsettled John a bit. Looking back at it, I think the reason why I couldn't do it was because, just as I didn't expect to be anybody's best man or best friend, I didn't expect anybody to ever kneel down for me. Or, well, propose to me, as I later understood.

For a very long time, I thought that a wedding was nothing short of a celebration of all that is false, specious, irrational, and sentimental in this ailing and morally compromised world. I considered a wedding to be nothing but honouring the death watch beetle that is the doom of our society and, in time, one feels certain, our entire species. I, unfortunately, stated both of these fairly openly, if anyone has trouble remembering.

When John knelt down in front of me and asked me to be his husband, though, this mindset died just like my false belief about telegrams, and I finally started to understand.

John Watson right here is not only my helpmate during my adventures, which I consider to have been ours for a long time, actually. John Watson is not only the bravest, kindest, and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing, even though this is, by any means, the case.

This man, whom I am lucky enough to call my husband from now on, is far more than that.

John Watson is the person I have never even imagined meeting, since it takes a good bit of luck to meet your special someone. But I did have this luck. Because John Watson is my special someone.

He is the person I will love for the rest of my life and even longer, and he has saved me from so many misfortunes I'm unable to put into words.

He is not only my best friend and the one whom I love most in this world, but also the one who showed me what it's like to be loved in return. He showed me that receiving felicitating telegrams is actually not a stupid thing at all, because sometimes even I cannot believe how lucky I am to have found my very own kind of forever.

He showed me that weddings are not a death watch beetle that is the doom of our society, but rather a promise that I am more than willing to make.

This time, I cannot congratulate you on your choice of companion, John. I'm still an utterly ridiculous man, redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship and...love. But, nevertheless, I will happily thank everyone who congratulates me.

When I say I love this man and will love him until all eternity, it is the truest promise of which I'm capable.

I won't say that I love John more than anybody has ever loved anyone before, since you cannot and should not compare one love to another. However, when I say I love this man, I mean that I love him more than anyone will ever love him and has ever loved him before, and that I have a lifetime ahead to prove that.

With the bright rings on our ring fingers, I've made an even brighter promise I will never forget to try to fulfil.

John, when you knelt down, you made me, and this is something I can say for certain, the happiest man on earth. I wish I could describe it more in detail, but I simply love you more than words can say.

With the rings on our fingers, you stole the very last piece of my heart, and I'm not afraid to call myself a heartless man any more.

I don't need legal papers to say that I'm yours and you're mine, because I already am and will always be yours. But if this is the way to celebrate the luck I've got, I'll be more than happy to raise my glass to the man who is not only my love but also my husband from this day on.

I love you, John Watson, more than everything I've ever loved before. Thank you for making me the happiest I've ever been.

tagging: @topsyturvy-turtely @a-victorian-girl @lisbeth-kk @peanitbear @just-a-fixed-point-in-time @dw91165 @writingloud @7-percent @blogstandbygoy @johnlockifconvenient @kat987 @mary-johnlocked @meohmycroft @consultingtribble @paulineholmes02 @jameshavinganxiety @lastsociopaths @catlock-holmes @jobooksncoffee (hope that's okay! tbh still don't get when and what people you're supposed to tag...)

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #sherlock fandom #john watson #johnlock fanfiction #sherlock x john #wedding #wedding speech #jawnscoffeewrites

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joocomics · 1 year ago

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Whrjekw it's been SO long since I've sent in a hard thought

tbf I was super busy and super sick, still at lol but first it was a cancer diagnosis (I only have one more chemo treatment then I should be free so wish me luck) now spring allergies??😭🙏

anyway I noticed you've been doing a lot of piwon smut and I can almost never find piwon smut so.. opinions on sub!jiung and bondage/overstim??🫢 I personally was never able to see jiung as a dom/hard!dom cuz he's just too cute

anyway live laugh love p1harmony I'm going to see them in concert in July cuz make a wish came in clutch💪 (btw I am 18 make a wish will still give u a wish if ur 18, just wanted to clarify that cuz on another persons page sm1 sent an anon saying I might be a minor)

-🌀anon <3

hello, anonie!! <3 i’m sorry to hear you’ve been going through a difficult time! i sincerely hope things are getting better and i wish you good luck with your treatment 🩷 stay strong and take care of yourself always!! also, ty for clarifying your age, and i hope you have a great time at the concert ~

sub bf!jiung is ready to bare overstimulation for as long as you wish. extra fun from things like bondage, handcuffs or blindfold turns him on even more especially after he sees how excited you are to use them on him. his eyes literally sparkle as you tie him up to the bed from lust and adoration for you. he always lets you know beforehand that he’ll be on his best behaviour, and he keeps his promise every time earning himself sweet rewards and praises

sub bf!jiung gains big pleasure from gentle touches, being praised and appreciated for the good boy he is. he loves having his nipples sucked as you make him cum through slow motions of your hand, and keep going after he makes a mess on his stomach. he’s obedient and never dares to tell you what to do or when - he always waits to receive what you decide he deserves, but also, he enjoys it when you take things slow and make him anticipate what will follow

sub bf!jiung is whiny and babbles uncontrollably. he’s not ashamed to beg at all, he does it constantly for the smallest things, because he’s addicted to your touch and can never get enough. he never forgets to say thank you whenever you give him what he’s asked for, and that he’s lucky to have you… even when he’s a mess with teary eyes and knuckles white from his tight fists hanging from the ropes

#💌: xhdream inbox #🌀 anon #p1harmony hard thoughts #p1h hard thoughts #p1harmony hard hours #p1harmony smut #jiung hard thoughts #jiung x reader #piwon smut #p1h smut

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scary-lasagna · 2 years ago

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Ok so slender gets a girlfriend and keeps it a secret for a while. Then one day he comes home with his baby and asks the proxies to babysit for a day. How do they react?

tldr: slenderbabies are weird

Slender

He would never ask them to baby sit a child when they can't even look after themselves for a day.

Toby has an unbeaten record of hurting himself at least one a day for the past three years. Jack has been keeping tab.

He will, however, allow them the grace of witnessing his first born child stuck to his face.

Slenderbabies are uber strong, and there's no way to get the child off of him.

But if there will be anyone to figures it out, it'll be the proxies.

"Tickling is a no-go." Brian announces.

So there sat Slender, perched at his desk and sweating buckets while gazing at the clock. He would surely be late at this rate. And as much as he loved his little mouse, he need them o f f.

"What about the keys? Anything?" Masky questioned.

"Negative." Kate answered.

"Oh my god guys, it's a kid, just pick it up." Clock stepped forward and put her hands around the baby's little pudgy tummy and attempted to pull them off of Slender.

It didn't work. Just like the 6 other times they've all tried.

Slender sat in silence, the only thing announcing his disgruntle was a quick sigh.

"Cocomelon! Kids love Cocomelon!" Toby was already pulling out his phone.

"Do not! Cocomelon makes them violent, I don't know why do not ask me." Slender spoke up.

Toby slowly puts his phone away.

"Any chance you can just show up at the meeting like this?" Masky asks.

"I cannot see."

"But you don't have eyes anyway..." Kate whispered, thoroughly confused.

The statement was ignored, and Offender walked in with Sally, considering Splendor was gone on a business trip. "Nice glasses."

"Shut your mouth." Offender only snorted at his brothers remark before lifting Sally up on his desk.

"Beat fire with fire."

Sally only giggled at the baby, greeting with a rub on the back. "How are you?" She smiled. She was met with only babbles.

"Would you like to come play with me? I have tea sets, toys, and Mrs. Rachel, and plushies, and we can watch a movie together."

While Sally was talking, she manages to wrap her arms around the baby, tugging a little, but to no avail.

"I HAVE THE BEST IDEA!" Toby suddenly yelled, startling nearly everyone in the room. most importantly the baby.

It started wailing and Sally tried to soothe it.

Slender debated if he started to cry, if it would help the situation.

Toby returned soon enough with a small shiny ball, one of Sally's.

"You gave me an idea Sally. Maybe it doesn't want Slender, just his head."

Slender slowly looked toward Toby, hoping he could feel his seething anger.

"I'm serious!!" Toby exclaimed, and stood to the side of Slender, present the ball within the baby's sight.

The wailing turned into confused sniffles, and then unlatched one clawed hand, reaching toward the ball.

"Bro, I'm gonna be the best fuckin dad, I swear." Toby grins, before quickly slapping a hand over his mouth, realizing he cursed not only in front of one child, but two.

Sally giggled, but also helped the child, maneuver from Slender's face to the ball.

Slender took a sigh of relief. A moments peace before he realized he was desperately late, and shot out of his seat.

"I need to go. Just don't let them watch Cocomelon." He called over his shoulder, and headed toward the door.

Toby was still holding the baby latching onto the ball as Slender left the manor.

"What do we do now?"

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Slender returned home after a soul-crushing meeting to meet almost the entire manor piled sleeping around the couch.

His baby was still clinging to a now deflated ball. Upon gazing at this sight, toys, baby food, adult food, and children's books were scattered amongst the creeps. Spaghetti somehow got on the ceiling.

Little stinker wasn't even a year old and they've already accepted them as their own, sacrificing their own sanity to calm the baby down as it wailed when the ball popped.

Who knows how long it took for everyone to fall asleep. Slender settling himself down by Masky, who was barely keeping his eyes open. His head eventually drooped onto Slender's shoulder, who was reading a picture book out of curiosity.

Maybe he will let them babysit more often.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #slender #ticci toby #proxies #familial

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fourlittleocto · 2 years ago

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i'm really bad at headcanons in general so i'm sorry if these are not good, but thank you for the ask! also with midterms i've been super busy so i hope everyone can keep being patient with me, i promise i am working on asks it just might be another week <3

starting with some cute ones (thank you @pyrefection)

dew loves to rub soft stuff on his face. if the closest soft thing happens to be a person, so be it. he doesn't want them to touch him, just let him hold their hand and rub it over his face. this always somehow turns into their fingers in his mouth, since they're softer and nicer than his

with that thought, even though he doesn't need to teethe he still wants to stick everything in his mouth, just to see what it's like. some sort of instinct. however his fear of getting in trouble trumps this need, which means he'll spend way longer than most cgs have patience for crawling over to objects that look good, holding them up, and then pouting when he's told no, he can't put that in his mouth until it either has to be pried out of his weirdly strong grip or mountain (because let's be honest he thinks this is adorable and is the only one who actually tolerates it) gives in and let's him put it in his mouth "but just once dewbug!" it's better that he's doing this when someone's watching anyway, and then he'll never need to try again

dew loves to draw and hates coloring. he doesn't like that he can't control his hands enough to keep it in the lines, especially since little rain is a little ocd and always gives him judgemental stares when they color together. he loves to draw though, and even though they're usually just colorful squiggles aurora (his new favorite caregiver) has taught him how to draw some shapes and to associate certain colors with certain emotions, so he feels like he can communicate when he's drawing and it's really relaxing to his troubled brain

i also love moonbeam's hc that tiny dew loves to clap. it's a movement that's easy, and it's small and loud just like he is, and he knows how to clap sarcastically to get a laugh. whenever anyone in the pack does something stupid he claps and giggles, and it sends aurora into a laughing fit every time.

i put some stuff about dew's childhood/regression under the cut cause it's a little heavy/sad so feel free to skip it

just as background, i think dew goes really small, like usually he can't walk or talk but sometimes he can get as big as 3, where he's toddling, but even then he can't talk cause as a child his parents refused to talk to him so he didn't learn to until he was interacting with other kits. It's part of why now he's really slow at reading and gets frustrated when he has to describe something cause words just don't come easily to him. it's also the reason that when he's tiny he likes to hide, he doesn't want anyone to see him so vulnerable so they can't use it against him. (however, this has made him incredible at hide and seek. one of the older littles or aurora will hold him and follow where he points and they always win)

he also can't drop on purpose, it's entirely trauma/stimuli-based. i definitely think it's something that started for him after the elemental change, but no one except mountain knew about it until aurora was summoned. She mothered him about his attitude while he was big enough times that one night, while in the middle of a bad flashback, he babbled something just coherent enough for mountain to know he was asking for her, so now they trade off taking care of him and know who he needs based on what happened/what kind of mood he's in (it's always bad, but sometimes it's MUCH WORSE than others, and aurora has to take him when he's specifically having elemental change flashbacks cause mountain still has too much attachment to the events and they trigger flashbacks for him too)

either way, since aurora has joined the pack she's helped dew not feel so scared about being small, to the point where even if he can't be with a group of adults, he's able to sit with her and watch little rain and phantom and cumulus play. she's also slowly teaching him to do things that 1 to 2-year-olds are supposed to be able to do, and it's helped him feel like he has a lot of control over it even if he still can't control the action of his mind dropping.

#regressed ghouls #octo sfw #dewdrop ghoul #little dew #ghost headcanons

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lovebatty · 1 year ago

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ㅤ( English and Spanish ver. )

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Husband — Dark 01

ㅤCW: Blood, blood sucking and suggestive / Sangre, succión de sangre y contenido sugestivo.

English ver.

Romantic: ( This whole week has been quite difficult for me… )

( Living next to monsters like them... bloodthirsty creatures, sadistic by nature. )

( I don’t consider myself an expert on the subject. But I know enough to know that this was a terrible mistake... )

...I don’t want to go back home.

Ayato: Hey, what are you babbling about?

Romantic: ( It’s him, again... )

( I don’t want to see Ayato-kun... I'm not in the mood to deal with him. )

Ayato: Helloo? Are you deaf? The bell rang, let’s get out of here, Chibimushi.

Romantic: Ugh. Ayato-kun, I already told you to stop calling me that way!

Ayato: And what’s about it? After all, If I call you «Chibimushi», you respond immediately, right?

Romantic: I got a name, you better not forget that. Is Romantic Benhumea, engrave it in your head. We don’t even know each other.

Ayato: Ah, but that’s a lie. After all... I was the first person you meet in the mansion.

Romantic: Exactly. I meet you but I didn’t know you, not even befriend you. The difference between the two things is quite stark, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Yeah, yeah... I really couldn’t care less.

Anyway, what are you doing?

Romantic: ( And as always, he never listens. At least he’s going to leave soon...? )

...Can’t you see? It’s today’s homework.

Ayato: Ugh, can’t be there a more serious person?! You are such a pain in the ass!

Ayato: Damn, stop joking! You can do it at home. Hurry up and let’s go back!

Romantic: Well, sorry if my attitude bothers you! But if you haven’t noticed yet, I’m busy enough!

You’re the one who should go and get to work too! Instead of bothering me...

Romantic: At home, a certain annoying person is always bothering me so I can’t work… that’s why I’m doing it at school, and I’ll keep doing it!

Romantic: No way!

Ayato: …If you keep challenging me like this, I won’t be as understanding as I am now! So, it’s not in your best interest to make me mad!

Ayato: Let’s get home now so you can feed me!

Romantic: If that’s what you want so much, I have something from my lunch that I haven’t eaten... you can eat it if you like.

But please, Ayato-kun. Seriously, I have a lot of work to do. Just go already!

Ayato: ...

Doing this to Ore-sama, you think you’re very brave, huh?

Romantic: ( He seems upset and visually disappointed... )

( ...Sometimes, I wonder if I would be able to get along with Ayato-kun if only he weren’t a vampire, but that’s impossible. )

Ayato: I don’t dislike boys who play tricks, but you...

( When I was little, I imagined them differently... but of course, I was not as aware of what it meant as I am now. )

( And especially now is when I realize what they really are… )

Romantic: ——?

Ayato: You’re not even trying to please me.

Heh, do you really think I’m going to confirm myself with some of your stupid lunch...?!

Maybe you ran away from me that time... but I won’t let you do it now!

Romantic: Eh...?!

Ayato: If you are not willing to cooperate, then... I just have to make you feel like it, right?

Romantic: Don’t—! Ayato-kun...!

( W-what should I do now...?! )

...G-get away from me!

Ayato: Ah, that’s it.... Hahaha.

Where do you think you’re running? It’s just you and me in this room... There is nowhere else to hide.

Romantic: Please, Ayato-kun... Don’t bite me.

Ayato: It’s so good. That expression of despair. Nothing happens, right?

I’ve never had the chance to drink from a guy...I wonder what that feels like.

Romantic: ( Shit, I paralyzed... )

( Is he really going to drink my blood? )

Ayato: Hmm? You’re taken over by fear because you don’t know when I’ll bite you, right?

Even though you can’t wait for me to latch it on you...

Romantic: You lie...

Ayato: Please, Chibimushi. Don’t act strong. After all, you’re already this... needy.

Romantic: Ah...! Wha—?

Ayato: Oh, look at that... That neck of yours is really provoking me without any marks on.

...This is bad... I seriously feel like I’m about to get drunk off the smell of your blood alone...

Romantic: N-no, I... eak!

Ayato: Haa… you have a sensitive neck, huh? Hehe.

Romantic: ( Stop it, I feel like he’s playing with me... why hasn’t he bit me yet? )

Ah...! Nn.

Ayato: Why can’t you be as obedient as now? You seem like a pretty intelligent boy...

Tell me, is this what you imagined?

Romantic: ——!

Ayato: Letting your blood sucked by a vampire like me... Is that what you dreamed before you got here?

Romantic: That’s...!

Ayato: Hahaha! It’s okay, pervert nerd...

You can let your voice out. Nn… I’m going to enjoy every second of this, just be honest with yourself... Beg me to make it hurt even more.

...Mmh...

Romantic: Hyaa...! Agh.

( I-It hurts... it hurts a lot... )

( I feel like my shoulder is melting. It’s a stabbing, constant pain... I... I don’t know how to express myself. )

Ayato: Mm... Aah...

It’s... delicious. What is this? It’s sweeter than anything else I’ve ever tasted before...

Romantic: ...Nn...

Ayato: Looking at your face twisted in pain...Mm. It’s so good...

...I feel like I could devour you whole, in a couple of bites...

Romantic: ( It... it hurts... It seems like he’s biting even harder. )

( Please, no more... I feel like I might faint. )

Ayato-kun..., p-please, let’s give us a break...

Ayato: A break? As we could.

Besides… Making those sweet sounds you don’t seem so dissatisfied.

Romantic: But... that’s enough...

Ayato: Haa… how stubborn. I’m going to make you stop saying unnecessary things.

Romantic: Kyaa...! Nn... Aah!

Ayato: ...Haa. Mh... The blood continues to flow from your neck... not bad, this smell...

Just a little bit more... Nn.

Romantic: ( M-my... my heart... is beating so fast... )

Aagh...!

Ayato: Hey...! What the...?!

❁ㅤThe redhead craned his neck back and looked into the nervous man’s eyes with a puzzled expression. Ayato seemed to want to talk about his sudden attitude, but shortly after Romantic fell, the vampire found himself holding him in his arms to protect him from a terrible fall.

Ayato: Oops! Maybe I cross the line this time?

Damn, it looks like you’re in pain. But I didn’t even drink that much...

Romantic: H-haa...! Ah...

( It must have been some reaction to the lack of blood... M-my chest hurts a lot. )

Ayato: This is weird, I mean... I’m not even full. Are you sure you’re not playing a joke on me?

Romantic: ( I have no strength left... I can’t move that much... )

( Leaving a person in this state... is so cruel. )

...I swear it’s not a joke, but I already feel better. You can let me go now— Ah!

Ayato: Wow, you’re so clumsy, Chibimushi...! You’re even shaking like a leaf.

Do you really think I’m going to let you free in this state? Or you’re just a masochist.

Romantic: It’s just... it’s hard for me to walk now. But I'm sure I can do it!

Ayato: Come on, it wouldn’t be funny at all if a low-class demon attacked you. Stop pretending.

I’ll let you lean on my shoulder. You’re my food, so don’t be passing out there just because you’ve lost a pittance of blood!

Romantic: ( He means it...? )

...Yes, you’re right. I should go take my medicine.

Ayato: The smell of your blood is dangerous, you know? You never know what kind of people will approach you.

Romantic: ...Yes, sure...

( Whose fault is it?! It doesn’t suit him at all to be «so nice» now! He just sucked my blood, I thought I would die! )

Ayato: So, consider yourself lucky to be able to be in Ayato-sama’s arms. ♪

Just this once, it will be your welcome gift, hehe!

Romantic: ( ...A vampire drank my blood... )

( I don’t know how to feel... Everything happened so fast, so fast that I can’t even tell if I’m safe anymore... )

( This treatment seems nice to me, but definitely not genuine coming from Ayato-kun, or any other bloodsucker. )

( ...God, why did I have to enter that mansion? I should have listened to you. I will never doubt my instinct again—! )

ーー END OF DARK 01 ーー

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Romantic: ( Toda esta semana ha sido bastante difícil para mí... )

( Viviendo junto a monstruos como ellos... criaturas sedientas de sangre, sádicas por naturaleza. )

( No me considero un experto en el tema. Pero sé lo suficiente como para saber que esto fue un terrible error... )

...No quiero volver a casa.

Ayato: Oye, ¿de qué estás hablando?

Romantic: ( Es él, otra vez... )

( No quiero ver a Ayato-kun... No estoy de humor para tratar con él. )

Ayato: ¿Holaa? ¿Estás sordo? Sonó el timbre, vámonos de aquí, Chibimushi.

Romantic: Uf. Ayato-kun, ¡ya te dije que dejaras de llamarme así!

Ayato: ¿Y qué es eso? Después de todo, si te llamo «Chibimushi», respondes inmediatamente, ¿verdad?

Romantic: Tengo un nombre, será mejor que no lo olvides. Es Romantic Benhumea, grábalo en tu cabeza. Ni siquiera nos conocemos.

Ayato: Ah, pero eso es mentira. Después de todo... yo fui la primera persona que viste en la mansión.

Romantic: Exacto. Te ví, pero no te conocí, ni siquiera me hice amigo de ti. La diferencia entre las dos cosas es bastante marcada, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Sí, sí... Realmente no podría importarme menos.

De todos modos, ¿qué estás haciendo?

Romantic: ( Y como siempre, nunca escucha. ¿Al menos se irá pronto...? )

...¿No estás viendo? Es la tarea de hoy.

Ayato: Ugh, ¿no puede haber una persona más seria? ¡Eres un dolor de cabeza!

Romantic: ¡Bueno, perdona si te molesta mi actitud! Pero si aún no lo has notado, ¡estoy lo suficientemente ocupado!

¡Tú eres quien debería irse y ponerse a trabajar también! En lugar de molestarme…

Ayato: Maldita sea, ¡deja de bromear! Puedes hacerlo en casa. ¡Date prisa y volvamos!

Romantic: ¡De ninguna manera!

Ayato: …Si sigues desafiándome así, ¡no seré tan comprensivo como lo soy ahora! Entonces, ¡no te conviene hacerme enojar!

Romantic: En casa siempre me molesta cierta persona pesada y no puedo trabajar… por eso lo hago en la escuela, ¡y lo seguiré haciendo!

Romantic: Si eso es lo que tanto quieres, tengo algo de mi almuerzo que no he comido... puedes comerlo si quieres.

Ayato: ¡Vámonos a casa ahora para que puedas alimentarme!

Pero por favor, Ayato-kun. En serio, tengo mucho trabajo que hacer. ¡Retírate!

Ayato: ...

Al hacerle esto a Ore-sama, crees que eres muy valiente, ¿eh?

Romantic: ( Parece molesto y visualmente decepcionado... )

( ...A veces, me pregunto si sería capaz de llevarme bien con Ayato-kun si él no fuera un vampiro, pero eso es imposible. )

Ayato: No me desagradan los chicos difíciles, pero tú...

( Cuando era pequeño los imaginaba de otra manera... pero claro, no era tan consciente de lo que significaba como ahora. )

( Y especialmente ahora es cuando me doy cuenta de lo que realmente son… )

Romantic: ——?

Ayato: Ni siquiera estás intentando complacerme.

Je, ¿realmente crees que voy a confirmarme con algo de tu estúpido almuerzo...?

Tal vez te escapaste de mí esa vez... ¡pero no te dejaré hacerlo ahora!

Romantic: ¡¿Eh...?!

Ayato: Si no estás dispuesto a cooperar, entonces... sólo tengo que hacerte sentir como tal, ¿verdad?

Romantic: ¡No...! ¡Ayato-kun...!

( ¡¿Q-qué debo hacer ahora...?! )

...¡A-Aléjate de mí!

Ayato: Ah, eso es todo... Ja, ja, ja.

¿Adónde crees que estás corriendo? Estamos solo tú y yo en esta habitación... No hay ningún otro lugar donde esconderse.

Romantic: Por favor, Ayato-kun... No me muerdas.

Ayato: Es tan linda. Esa expresión de desesperación. No pasa nada, ¿verdad?

Nunca he tenido la oportunidad de beber de un chico... Me pregunto cómo se siente eso.

Romantic: ( Mierda, me quedé paralizado... )

( ¿Realmente va a beber mi sangre? )

Ayato: ¿Mmm? Te invade el miedo porque no sabes cuándo te morderé, ¿verdad?

Aunque no puedes esperar a que lo haga...

Romantic: Mientes...

Ayato: Por favor, Chibimushi. No te hagas el fuerte. Después de todo, ya estás tan... necesitado.

Romantic: ¡Ah...! ¿Qué—?

Ayato: Oh, mira eso... Ese cuello tuyo realmente me está provocando sin ninguna marca.

...Esto es malo... En serio siento que estoy a punto de emborracharme sólo con el olor de tu sangre...

Romantic: N-no, yo... ¡eak!

Ayato: Haa... tienes un cuello sensible, ¿eh? Je, je.

Romantic: ( Basta, siento que está jugando conmigo... ¿por qué no me ha mordido todavía? )

¡Ah...! Nn.

Ayato: ¿Por qué no puedes ser tan obediente como ahora? Pareces un chico bastante inteligente...

Dime, ¿es esto lo que imaginabas?

Romantic: ——!

Ayato: Dejar que un vampiro como yo te chupe la sangre... ¿Es eso lo que soñaste antes de llegar aquí?

Romantic: ¡Eso es...!

Ayato: ¡Ja, ja, ja! Está bien, nerd pervertido...

Puedes dejar salir tu voz. Nn... Voy a disfrutar cada segundo de esto, sólo sé honesto contigo mismo... Ruégame que haga que duela aún más.

...De ahora en adelante, Ore-sama tomará cada parte de ti, y un poco más que eso. Mmm...

Romantic: ¡Hyaa...! Ah.

( D-duele... duele mucho...)

( Siento que mi hombro se está haciendo pedazos. Es un dolor punzante, constante... Yo... No sé cómo expresarme.)

Romantic: ...Nn...

Ayato: Mm... Ah...

——Es delicioso. ¿Qué es esto? Es más dulce que cualquier otra cosa que haya probado antes...

Ayato: Mirando tu cara retorcida por el dolor... Mm. Es tan bueno...

...Siento que podría devorarte entero, en un par de mordidas...

Romantic: ( Me... duele... Parece que está mordiendo aún más fuerte. )

( Por favor, no más... Siento que me voy a desmayar. )

Ayato-kun..., p-por favor, démonos un descanso...

Ayato: ¿Un descanso? Como si pudiéramos.

Además… haciendo esos dulces sonidos no pareces tan descontento.

Romantic: Pero... ya es suficiente...

Ayato: Haa… qué terco eres. Voy a hacer que dejes de decir cosas innecesarias.

Romantic: ¡Kyaa...! Nn... ¡Ah!

Ayato: ...Jaja. Mh... La sangre sigue fluyendo de tu cuello... no está mal, este olor...

Sólo un poquito más... Nn.

Romantic: ( M-mi... mi corazón... late tan rápido... )

¡Aagh...!

Ayato: ¡Oye...! ¡¿Qué rayos...?!

❁ㅤEl pelirrojo estiró el cuello hacia atrás y miró a los ojos del hombre nervioso con una expresión de perplejidad. Ayato parecía querer hablar de su repentina actitud, pero poco después de que Romantic cayera, el vampiro se encontró sosteniéndolo en sus brazos para protegerlo de una terrible caída.

Ayato: ¡Ups! ¿Quizás cruce la línea esta vez?

Maldita sea, parece que estás sufriendo. Pero ni siquiera bebí tanto...

Romantic: ¡H-haa...! Ah...

( Debe haber sido alguna reacción por la falta de sangre... M-me duele mucho el pecho. )

Ayato: Esto es raro, quiero decir... ni siquiera estoy lleno. ¿Estás seguro de que no me estás gastando una broma?

Romantic: ( Ya no me quedan fuerzas... no puedo moverme tanto... )

( Dejar a una persona en este estado... es muy cruel. )

...Te juro que no es broma, pero ya me siento mejor. Puedes dejarme ir ahora... ¡Ah!

Ayato: ¡Vaya, eres tan torpe, Chibimushi...! Incluso estás temblando como una hoja.

¿De verdad crees que te dejaré libre en este estado? O simplemente eres un masoquista.

Romantic: Es que... ahora me resulta difícil caminar. ¡Pero estoy seguro de que puedo hacerlo!

Ayato: Vamos, no sería nada gracioso si un demonio de clase baja te atacara. Deja ya de fingir.

Te dejaré apoyarte en mi hombro. Eres mi comida, ¡así que no te desmayes sólo porque has perdido una miseria de sangre!

Romantic: ( ¿Lo dice en serio...? )

...Sí tienes razón. Debería ir a tomar mi medicina.

Ayato: El olor de tu sangre es peligroso, ¿sabes? Nunca se sabe qué tipo de personas se acercarán a ti.

Romantic: ...Sí, claro... Qué considerado.

( ¡¿De quién es la culpa?! ¡No le conviene en absoluto ser «tan amable» ahora! Él acaba de chuparme la sangre, ¡pensé que iba a morir! )

Ayato: Entonces, considérate afortunado de poder estar en los brazos de Ayato-sama. ♪

Sólo por esta vez, será tu regalo de bienvenida, ¡jeje!

Romantic: ( Un vampiro bebió mi sangre... )

( No sé cómo sentirme... Todo pasó tan rápido, tan rápido que ya ni siquiera puedo decir si estoy a salvo... )

( Este trato me parece agradable, pero definitivamente no es genuino viniendo de Ayato-kun o de cualquier otro chupasangre. )

( ...Dios, ¿por qué tuve que entrar a esa mansión? Debería haberte escuchado. ¡Nunca volveré a dudar de mi instinto—! )

ーー FIN DEL DARK PROLOGUE ーー

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The Adults: Steve Harrington- Date For Real

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Fluff, already in love, love confession, Steve's parents are still dicks, lovesick, desperately in love, insecure, dinner date with parents, pretending, pretending to be in a relationship.

Summary: When Steve's parents come back home, Steve needs someone to pretend to be his date.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 4.3k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Main Master List

"Fuck FUCk FUCK!" Steve is rambling on as he walks in through the door of the video store. His shift just now starting. Robin and I stare at him from behind the desk. "Steve?" Robin is the first one to say something.

The three of us had only been friends for a while now. I have been working here the longest and when the two of them came in searching for a job. I was the one who trained them.

"Oh, Jesus fucking christ… I'm late and I…" His words started to fade as he walked into the back to stamp his time card. I stared at the door a little longer than I should have. "Y/n you really should just tell." Robin giggle from behind me, and I rolled my eyes.

"No Rob, you know I can't do that. Anyways I'm not Steve's type at all. You see the girls he tries to get when they come walking in. He's simply out of my league." I said to her. "Who's out of your league?" Steve asks as he walked out of the back room. I stared with my mouth open. "Nobody we weren't talking about anything," I mumble out before looking down at the magazine I had in my hands.

Arched brows are written on both of their faces. "She's just talking about that guy she really likes." Robin, I sigh heavily before kicking her ankle. "Who?" Steve asks timidly, I can feel his eyes on me. "Just some guy, but like I said far out of my league," I muttered.

Time passes with customers coming and going, and having to watch Steve flirt shamelessly with every pretty girl who walked in. I groaned as I watched yet another girl walk in. Preppy looking, dress that made me wish that I was that confident. Steve was drooling over her, "I'll take her." Steve whispered walking around the counter. "I'm telling you Y/n just say something. Hell, anything to Steve." Robin really was a good friend who was really trying to help me but it was deeper than just saying my truth to Steve.

Fear of rejection sat on the forefront of my head as I watched him flirt, and her touch his arm. I just wanted that from him, hell from anybody. It's just hard to want to be with someone who doesn't even see me that way. "Rob, I don't think he even likes me like that," I mutter, no longer bearing to look at Steve flirt with the girl anymore.

Rolling her eyes, her hands rest on my shoulders. "Shut up, and stop thinking all the worse things will ya. If you say something and it goes great then it's perfect, but if it doesn't then don't worry about it. Hell Steve admitted to me years ago that he had a crush on me and now look we're best friends." Robin says "That's not the same thing and you know it…"

I hear the similar jingle of the doors bell, then shuffle around us. Robin takes her hands off my shoulders. "What was all that fuck fuck fuck about earlier?" Robin asks, Steve rests his elbows on the front counter his head in his hands. "So get this, my parents are coming into town in a few days." We nod along. We had been friends long enough for me to come to realize that Steve's parents were utter dicks and didn't really care that they even had a son.

"I don't really wanna listen to how I don't have a good job or are even interested in starting a family of my own. I don't know I just need to figure something out." Steve mumbles. "But you're only twenty Steve." I mumble out, "yeah I know, they're such hypocrites. Wanting me to start a family with some random girl that I don't even know just because she's somehow connected to their business. Who even says I want a family at all?" Steve babbles on.

"So what's the problem? Just don't go home, you can stay at my place while they're in town." Robin offers. Steve shakes his head, hair falling out of place. The urge to wipe it away is strong but I don't. "I picked the phone up at the house, and they told me I have to go. They asked me if I had a girlfriend and I might have fibbed, lied a little bit to them." Robin and I look at each other.

"So you just need a date?" Robin asks looking back at Steve. "You make it sound so simple. I have to find someone who wants to fake date me in front of my parents." Steve sounds so dejected at the thought of trying to convince someone to be his fake date. "It can't be someone who doesn't know anything about you Steve," I comment. Brows furrow and then he comes to the realization. More disappointment sits on his handsome face.

"Yeah I mean Y/n's not wrong. It's gotta be someone who you know, and who knows you." Robin adds looking directly at me, "And it can't be me, cause nobody wold ever believe that you're such a rad girl." I look over at Robin, my eyes are begging her to stop. "But I bet you could totally take someone else you know." Robin continues, "Hmm yeah like who Rob?" Steve asks completely unaware that Robin is talking about me. Like I said before I'm not a part of Steve's world. He doesn't notice me.

"Dingus, she's sitting right in front of you. She's perfect too, respectful, really such a beautiful woman, and she knows all about you." Robin is waving her arms all around me as I sink further and further behind the counter.

"Y/n doesn't want to come to help me with my douche parents. It would just end badly I know it." Steve says not even bothering to look at me. The blush on my cheeks is harsh and I feel so hot. "How about we ask her?" Robin says. In unison, they both turn to look at me, but I'm hidden behind my own hands. "Dingus you hurt her feelings." There is silence in the video store.

"Okay I'll do it." I say even though my heart is soaring in my chest. When I look up Steve eyes are on me, reaching out to grab my hands from acorss the counter. "Are you sure? Who know dickish my parents can be. I don't want anything that they say to hurt you… because you know you're my good friend and that…" "Stop talking and let her answer Robin interupts Steve, he hums and stares me. My hands still in his.

My mouth opens and then closes. "Yeah, I'll do it… " He smiles, and squeezes my hands, "anything for you Steve," I mutter to myself.

It's not as if Steve and I have to discuss much more after that. I know this is all fake, so the only thing I have to worry about is making it seem real for… his parents. He calls me as I get ready for a morning shift at the video store. It's only been a day or so since I agreed to be Steve's fake dinner date with his parents.

The phone rings as I try to get my pants up my thighs. I sigh with frustration as I take the phone off the receiver. "Hello?" I say into the phone. The voice on the other side of the phone is frantic, panicking about everything. "How long have we been dating, and what are your favorite flowers? How are you at cooking? What…" His voice goes bare and quiet. "Steve calm down, take a breath for me," I say into the phone. I hear a shaky breath and then I continue on.

"What happened?" I ask him, "My parents called, and they wanted to know about you, but I said… Y/n I said that I didn't want to ruin the surprise. and then I started to worry that I don't even know anything about you. Like what do I call you around other people, and what do I call you when it's just the two of us?" Steve asks more questions. "Steve don't worry about not knowing me. It will come as we sit at dinner with your parents. And for what we call each other how about we just see what happens when I get there yeah." I say calmly into the phone.

There's a sigh on the other side of the phone, "Okay Y/n, I guess I should probably tell you a few more details before you worry about them like me." I chuckle, "That would be good Stevie." I mutter as I finally get my jeans up my thighs and onto my hips. "Thank you Y/n firstly I just wanna say that." I hum, "So parents are coming home tomorrow we'll have dinner after work. Wear that pretty number you've got. I'll drive you back home afterward okay." I nod, but remember that I'm not in front of Steve at the current moment.

Then the thought comes into my head. If Steve were standing in front of me he'd be staring at my bra-covered chest. Half naked as I grabbed the phone handle just a little bit harder. "Y/n you still there?" I heard Steve's voice come through the phone. "yeah I heard you, I gotta get ready for work bye Steve." I said in a ramble of words. Barely able to catch my breath as the thought, and now image of having Steve stand in front of me staring at me with the same eyes he would give the girls that walked in through the video store door.

Work was very slow this morning. Hell nobody came by the video store at nine in the morning, and so it was just me and Robin. "He called me this morning," I say as I restock the shelve with video tapes that had been returned last night. Robin drops her own stack of returns and turns around so quickly. "I'M SORRY WHAT?" I nodded my head.

"Yeah, Steve called was a rambling mess about how he didn't know what to do about what he was going to tell his parents. Talking about what he was going to call me in front of his parents if we had little nicknames for each other. I mean he was a mess, Rob." She stared at me before dropping to her knees to pick up her stack of videotapes. "He called you?" I hummed putting the last of the videos away. "He called and wanted to talk about how everything was going to go. Nothing to worry about ya know."

She continues to stare at me. "God I was so blind," Robin mutters mostly to herself. "What are you talking about? Blind to what?" I asked starting to get more and more intrigued. "I. didn't think… Hell, why didn't I think that he liked you too? He's almost always looking at you. Hell, he never stops talking about you when it's just the two of us hanging out." By the time I had gotten around the countertop, I was blank in my thoughts.

"He talks about me to you?" "WAIT you guys hang out without me?" She shakes her hands in front of my face, and don't worry about whether or not we hang out without you Y/n. Worry about the fact that he talks about you all the fucking time. Sometimes it is downright sick." My hands and my heart shakes at the thought.

"Does he love me?" I ask almost by accident. Robin smirks and looks at me like a lovesick puppy. "I'd say that he does, but maybe you should ask him that tomorrow." My eyes bludge, the dinner date with his parents.

The next day is almost… almost the same. I pack a bag with a different set of clothes. A pretty summer dress due to the warm air as summer approaches, a pair of nice flats not that if I were to wear heels I'd ever be as tall as Steve is. Steve is right there on time. "I'll take you to work this morning Y/n." He says as holds open the passenger side door. Robin still in morning classes. It leads to an awkward ride to Hawkins High and then to the video store.

"So…" Steve says awkwardly after dropping off Robin. "So…" I echo him. "Are you sure that you're okay with doing this? Because if you aren't then I can tell my parents that you aren't feeling good, or something happened today" I smile sweetly as I rest a hand on his thigh 'god he's so muscular I shake the thought. "Of course, I want to help my friend." I try to say reassuring him that eveything will be fine after this point.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Comfortable silence wraps itself around us and then continues as we open shop for the video store. "Did you know that Robin likes Vicky from the band?" Steve says into the comfortable air. "What?" He nods his head and moves from the shelves and cart to in front of the countertop. "I had a talk with her a few days ago about it. Apparently, she doesn't think it not the same thing for a guy to have a crush on a girl, as is it for a girl to have a crush on another girl." My brows furrow together.

"What does that even mean Stevie?" I ask him unaware that my nickname was making him internally blush. He swallows, "I'm not really sure, but I know that Vicky likes girls because she paused fast time at that boob scene." Steve whispers the last part like their customers are around. It's my turn to blush. "So does Vicky like Robin back?" I ask intrigued by where this sudden topic of discussion is going. "I think she does. I really hope she does because if not then we'll have to listen to Robin talk about for another few months." Steve laughs.

Before our shift was over I grabbed my bag from the back room and rush to the bathroom. Throwing off my vest, and shirt, grabbing my summer dress from inside the bag. My jeans are the next to come off and folded them ontop of my shirt and vest. The summer dress fits me perfectly, but as I look at myself in the mirror a part of me worries I'm not enough even for this fake version of Steve and I.

When I slip off my sneakers and slip into my flat I zip up the bag and come out to see that nobody is in the store. "I just went to stamp our time…" Steve says but then magically almost his words fall flat and right out of his mouth. "God you're beautiful! Not that you aren't always beautiful like this, but you're… fuck i'm sorry." Steve mumbles.

I blush hard under his kind stare. I never thought I hear him, Steve call me beautiful. "What were you saying before?" I ask him. Running a hand through his hair, "I just was… I made sure our time cards were stamped. A little early but that's okay." Steve says coming over to turn off the open sign.

Opening the door and letting me out first. I hear the click of the door telling me he's locked up for the night. As I went to grab the passenger door he was there in a flash opening it up for me. "I guess I should probably start to be a bit more gentleman like right sweetheart" Steve teased as I sat down into the seat. As we drove to his house I fidgeted in my seat.

I wondered if I would be enough for his parents. If this would all fall apart the minute we got there. I hoped that maybe for just a few seconds he would see me as something more than just a friend. I just wanted more, and maybe I was just being selfish when I said yes. I'm just done pretending that I'm happy with being alone. I'm not happy being all alone, watching as Steve tries desperately to be with women when I would do anything for him.

Boyfriend and Girlfriend walk into the doors of the stuck-up rich household that even when Steve's parents are there still feels empty and cold. "Father, Mother!" Steve calls out as he shuts the door and softly rests his hand on my back before whispering into my ear.

"Don't you worry about what they say? You just look at me and I'll keep… try to keep things at bay for you Y/n." He whispers it sends shivers down my spine. "Oh, so this is the girl you wouldn't say anything about." His mother says softly. She's different than I thought she would have been. Less rough around the edges, "Mr. and Mrs. Harrington it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Y/n." I say sweetly. My fingers interlaced together. His mother nods her head and off she goes back into the kitchen.

His father stays looking at the both of us. He's so rough around the edges I can already tell. "Steve, why don't we go talk, your girlfriend can go help your mother prepare the table," Steve's father says without another word he's walking towards a door that's never open when we come over. "I'll be right back sweetheart," Steve says and kisses my forehead before walking away. I follow the sounds of plates clattering together.

"Mrs. Harrington? Do you need any help?" My voice is timid and shaky at first. "Oh dear that would be wonderful." She says handing me the plates and everything that she had already gathered, she doesn't have to point towards the dining room table that is almost always cleared.

There's a white cloth that lays over it, and as I set down the plates I hear the faint sounds of shouting. I try to just ignore them so I return my attention back to setting the table. Plates in front of the glasses are already placed down.

"Yes, I understand Father." I hear Steve's voice ring out. "So where did you and my boy meet?" Mr. Harrington asks me. I stop making the table and turn to face him smiling sweetly at him. "We met at work actually," I say looking over at him, but the smile on my face fades as I see how red Steve's face is and how his fists are balled up so much that his knuckles are white.

"And what is it that makes you so interested in my son?" Mr. Harrington asks. My face contorts. "I'm not sure what you mean, sir?" I say trying to understand desperately where the conversation is going. "Dinner is finished, Paul will you come in here and help me." I hear Steve's mother shout out. My heart is racing out of my chest and I stand there until his father leaves the dining room. "Are you okay?" Steve rushes over to me. I shake my head still utterly confused. "What happened upstairs I could hear shouting?" I ask my own question. I can feel the air change. "My father had decided that you are just after my money. That we are faking it." Steve whispers the last part.

"What…" I say but then my mouth shuts as Steve's parents walk right back in. His mother holding a platter of ham, and his father holding onto side dishes. "Sit dearie." His mother prompts me. I take my sit and Steve sits down next to me. My hands are sweaty as I try to not think about how Steve's father could possibly know that we were just faking it.

"We pray in this household or has Steve not been doing that while we've been gone." Steve's father says sounding disgusting. The dining table is set and food is out. Steve sits across from his father, and I across from his mother. His mother reaches out her hands and we pray before eating. For the rest of the dinner, we eat in uncomfortable air.

"Like I asked earlier miss Y/n, why are you interested in my son?" His voice is thick and harasser than before. Maybe due to the few glasses of bourbon, he had sipped on. I chew on my food before setting my fork down and swallowing before answering him.

"Mr. Harrington I… love your son. More than I think he knows, more than he will ever understand. I don't care much for material things sir. I enjoy the moments that I share with your son. I care for the way he looks longing at me during times of our work. I enjoy the way he takes care of the kids he babysat for years. I love the way he makes me feel whenever he looks at me." I rest my hand on his thigh, not daring to look at him. I breathe in heavily. "Mr. Harrington. You might not like me, and you might think that all I care about is money, but that's simply not true. Because I love him for who he is, not what he is." I say moving my hand from his thigh.

There's silence all around us. Mrs. Harrington is smiling over at me, she must not be as bad as Mr. Harrington. "I don't believe you Miss Y/n, everyone has reasons for doing things. When money is involved it's never because they simply love one another." Mr. Harrington spits out. I nod, "Again Mr. Harrington you don't have to believe me. I don't care what you think of my relationship with Steve. You are not a part of it. Your son and I are happy together, though he most definitely deserves someone better than me I love him all the same." I feel Steve's hand on my thigh he's looking at me. I can tell from the peripheral of my vision that he's staring at me like he does when those pretty women come walking in.

"Steve your girlfriend needs to leave right this instance. I will not be disrespected in my own home." Mr. Harrington shouts slamming his glass down on the table. Steve stands up almost immediately like he knew his father was going to have an outburst. "Why Father?" "Paul just take a breathe love." "No Mother, Father is just pissed that someone loves me and it's not for my money that I don't want to be you. You hate that I'm not like you. I will not be trapped by you and your goddamn life. If I love this girl then that's just fine if I want to kiss this girl and bring her home flowers and tell her that she is so much more than I deserve then I will. And actually, this house the one that you haven't been in for months going on months belongs to me. You remember that, remember giving it to me. So it's the two of you that need to leave." Steve is seething, his hand wrapped around mine as he stands next to me at the dining room table.

"Steve, please." Steve's mother tries "NO! I'm tired of this bullshit. You guys are never here. You haven't been here for years, and when you are you shit on everything that I am. Well fuck both of you, so you leave." Steve shouts. His father scoots out of his chair and leaves while his wife follows closly on her heels. With the sound ofthe car rolling out of the drive way, and Steve breathing finally coming to a slow.

Everything hits Steve like a train. "I can't believe I just did that. Fuck." He mutters to himself dropping to his seat all over again. "Steve," I say softly resting my hand on his shoulder. "Oh hey." He says flatly. "Do you want me to leave?" I ask aware that maybe I'm simply not needed here anymore. That would be the sad part, but… "No please don't go... I don't want to be alone right now…" "Can I hug you?" I ask, he nods unwilling to speak anymore.

We sit there at the dining room table. Food is getting cold by the time Steve comes back to reality. "What you said that was good?" Steve comments wiping his face as he pulls away from the hug. "What do you mean Steve?" "You know saying all the stuff you said. It was nice to have someone pretend to care about me for just a little." Steve sounds so dejected. "Oh, Stevie. Look at me. Please" He doesn't. "Stevie, I didn't lie once to your parents. I… I do love you. I have loved you for a long time. I watch you all the damn time. The video store probably has rolls and rolls of security tapes of me just staring at you. Wishing that you saw me not every other girl who walked in. "What? Wait you think that I…" Steve mutters finally looking towards me.

"Steve."

"Y/n, I love you too ya know," Steve says softly grabbing my hands. "I wasn't pretending either. I was… you make my heart race and it's hard to think whenever you're around. Hard to… I guess that's why I would always try to flirt with those girls who came into the video store. I never noticed them though. It was and has always been you Y/n."

The smiles that grow on both of our faces. Makes our cheeks burn. "Can I do something?" Steve whispers as he inches closer and closer to my face. "Depends?" I say cheekily. "Oh shut up, and let me kiss you," Steve mutters rights up against my lips. I nod. He isn't the first kiss of my life, but he's the best kiss I've ever had. The one kiss that I always hoped for, wished that I could get.

Completed on: 06/08/23

Posted on: 07/31/23

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