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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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Omg after Tom showing off his thighs in that Jimmy Fallon interview, please please please could you write something about thigh riding him 💙

Not me immediately working on this once I saw it in my inbox💀 I’m supposed to be clearing my inbox out, but when this popped in I couldn’t help it🙈 I also haven’t done smut in a while so THANK YOU for requesting this😌💞

💌.

Use Me*

Warnings: SMUT! She’s a nasty one. If this is a bit messy, I’m sorry, I haven’t written smut in ages😭

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“Citizen Kane!” Your boyfriend confidently blurted out to his laptop. He must’ve done something wrong because his eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, hang on a minute!” He stuttered placing his hand on his chest. You heard Jimmy Fallon laugh from the laptop and explain the rules of the game again. You let out a quiet laugh yourself from behind his set up, though your eyes drifted down to his bare legs that bounced up and down.

For the past few weeks, Tom has been doing promo for his new and highly anticipated film Cherry. While trying to balance filming Spider-Man 3 and doing promo, you guys barely had time to spend together. Not that it bothered you; you understood how hectic his job could get, so you weren’t phased by the back to back Zoom interviews or how he’d join you in bed late at night after a long day on set.

The lost time between the both of you must’ve finally caught up on Tom as he woke up clingier than usual. The moment his eyes fluttered open he felt the need to touch you, to have his skin pressed up against yours, and to feel the warmth that radiated off your body. He just wanted to have you near him—the reason to why he begged you to spend the entire day with him.

You should have been listening to Tom talking passionately about his film, but your mind drifted off to the gutter. Only a few feet away from you was your boyfriend sitting behind a desk, wearing a black shirt, topped with a black blazer, pantless. The only garments covering his bottom half were his boxers and socks, leaving his thighs bare and tempting to your eyes. You tried to avoid looking at them, forcing your attention to focus on the words coming out his mouth, but your eyes were constantly drifting down to his thighs. From the way Tom rubbed his rough hands on them to the way they flexed whenever he moved was starting to cause a pool of arousal to form in your panties.

Tom’s voice faded into the background as you stared blankly at his thighs, imagining how the smooth skin would feel against your wet cunt. You bit your lip, mind wandering to the thought of Tom flexing his thigh while you grinded your hips against him. The ideas in your head caused you to unconsciously squeeze your thighs together. Trying to relieve yourself of the hot tension forming in your body. Though, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who had a small smirk on his face after catching you in the corner of his eyes.

A few more minutes pass and he was already finishing up his interview with Jimmy. Though you didn’t notice since your attention was still fixated on his sculpted thighs. That and you were constantly adjusting yourself in your seat because of how embarrassingly wet your panties were getting. You attempted to distract yourself with your phone and scrolled mindlessly through Instagram. You weren’t even looking at the posts, just randomly double tapping and scrolling past them. Much to your dismay, your ways of distraction failed once again. Instead of focusing on your screen, your eyes zeroed in on Tom’s legs.

“You know darling, I could practically feel your eyes burning holes into my thighs.” He suddenly teased you. You felt the heat rush to your face as you hid behind your phone screen.

“I’m not looking at your thighs.” You pathetically lied, turning your phone off, and crossing your arms. His tired but rich chocolate colored eyes capture yours. There was a hint of playfulness mixed with lust in them. He wasn’t oblivious, he could feel the tension growing in the room.

Tom tilts his head to the side, “Then why were you consistently staring at my legs?” He crossed his legs making his thighs momentarily flex again.

“I was looking at your socks.”

“What about my socks?” He quirked a brow at you.

“They’re dirty.” You shrugged.

“Really? But my socks are down there, not up here.” He cheekily quipped, motioning to his lap. You whined and threw your head back against the couch, shoving a pillow to your face in the process.

“Busted.” Tom sang huskily before pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. He scanned your figure on the couch, eyes lingering on the way your legs were still clenched together.

“C’mere.” His voice was an octave lower, catching your attention. You pull the pillow off your face and see him gazing down at you from his seat, legs spread out in front of him. You toss your phone on the couch and walk towards him. His hands reach out for you midway, then settle to grasp on your hips.

“Mmm, baby, I can smell you.” His hands maneuver around your waist to squeeze your bum, emitting a light hum from you. You draped one of your arms around his shoulder while your hand cradled his jaw.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. Stupid thighs.” You mumble, the blush remaining on your cheeks.

“I want you to get off these stupid thighs. Use me, (y/n).” He encouraged, pulling you closer. You were about to agree but his attire reminded you that he had an interview in a few minutes.

“Wait—Tom, don’t you have another interview?” You asked him, shaking yourself out of your trance of arousal and pulling away from him. Tom whined, dragging you back towards his chest.

“In like 15 or 20 minutes, it’s enough time.” He reached behind you and slammed his laptop shut. He clumsily got out of his chair and led you to the loveseat behind him. He sat down and placed you in between his legs.

While he pulled your shorts and panties off you continued to question him, “Are you sure, Tommy?” He tapped your ankles, signaling for you to step out of your undergarments.

Tom stopped and looked up at you, “Yes, I’m sure. We have to be quick, but I just wanna feel you on me. We could continue when I’m done, promise.” He held your hands and pressed a kiss onto the back of them.

“Ok. But if you get in trouble, I swear—oh.” You were interrupted by Tom pressing a sloppy kiss above your mound. He placed your hands to rest on his shoulders and guided you to straddle his thigh. Once you were settled, he slipped two of his fingers between your legs to gather some of your wetness. He groaned at how soaked you were, leaving his fingers to slide through your folds a little bit longer. When he took them out, his fingers were covered in your glossy juices. He wiped some of your slick onto your lips before shoving his fingers into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking good, shit.” Tom growled, crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was passionately messy; tongues dancing around each other while your teeth clashed from time to time, along with the taste of you on both your lips. Tom was the first to pull away still biting down on your bottom lip, “Come on, wanna feel you ride my thigh.” He scooted back into the seat, guiding your hips to settle down on his thigh. Your knees ached from kneeling on the couch’s material, but the burn you felt in your core urged you to put up a fight.

The moment you came into contact with his thigh felt like euphoria. Your eyes rolled back and a moan dragged out of your body. The pleasurable sensation of finally relieving the burn in your core rushed through your body. Another tension was building up in you, desperation. Grinding your hips down on him repeatedly made you obsessed with how he felt under you, making you desperate to get more.

You had no problem rocking against him, your wetness made it easy enough for you to simply slide your hips up and down the expanse of his firm thighs. Tom moaned at how soaked his skin felt while your folds rubbed up against him. Feeling you on him made him flex his thigh under you, causing you to ground your hips even harder against him. His thigh was lathered in your wetness.

“Fuck, Tom.” You whimper out, harshly squeezing his shoulders for leverage.

“You feel so good on me. You look so good using me to get off, such a pretty girl.” He praised you. He momentarily sat back to admire the way you looked at the moment. Your hair was a bit messy and you were wearing one of his shirts, which was rudely blocking his view of you on him. His long fingers hook beneath the shirt and lift it up, giving him the perfect view of your cunt gliding on his thigh. His jaw clenched at the sight taking a mental picture.

Tom sat up on the couch, gathering your shirt to bunch up right above your breast. He dives into your chest, yanking down the cups of your bra to expose your boobs. He places wet and open mouthed kisses on them, giving them both the attention they needed. You were a moaning mess above him, enjoying the way his tongue swirled around your nipples. When a dark red mark appeared on your skin he trailed the kisses up to your neck until he reached the special spot below your ear. He started off with light kisses before sinking his teeth down on your soft skin. The bite only spurred you on, hips moving faster against him.

While his mouth worked on marking your neck, his leg that you were on moved to meet your hips. The motion made your clit graze against him, forming whines to bubble out your throat. You fucked yourself harder on his thigh, making sure your clit was also rubbing against him as you chased your release. Tom felt they way your legs quivered around him, signing that you were almost there.

Tom’s arm wraps around your waist, helping you hold yourself up against him. With his other hand he gently cradles your face. His lips brush against yours and your noses occasionally bump into each other. A lopsided grin is on his face as he stares at you. He catches the way the corner of your lips quirk up for a matter of seconds until your features scrunch up in concentration again.

“You’re doing such a good job, darling. I could feel you clenching on me, you’re close aren’t you?” He latches your lips together, swallowing your moans. Your fingers pulled tighter on the ends of his hair, making him groan.

“Can’t mess the hair up.” He managed to get out. You grunted and tugged on his hair before your hands returned to his shoulders. Tom pecked your lips once more before leaning back into the couch. Without any warning, his hand lightly swated your clit. You yelped in surprise at the sudden contact. Tom only chuckled, earning him a slap to the chest and a glare from you.

“Sorry, sorry, I know we’re short on time.” He apologized and connected his thumb to your clit. The rough pad made tight circles around your bud. With the friction of his thigh against you and his thumb on your clit you were seeing stars. You were so out of it, only feeling the euphoric pleasures coursing through your senses. The quicker and sharper his circles got, the closer you felt to your relief.

“Just like that Tom, fuck. Keep going I’m close.” Your back arched. Tom shoved his head in between your breasts again, littering sloppy kisses on your chest.

“C’mon, cum on me, baby.” He urged you, holding your body flush against him. His head was tilted up at you, staring at the way your mouth was hung open in pleasure. He loved watching your face when you came, it drove him mad.

Your stomach tightens along with your legs that straddled him. You let out a mix of a shaky gasp and moan, feeling the knot in your stomach come undone. Tom threw his head back against the couch while watching you release on his thigh, your cum gushing out against him.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, eyes glued to your release. You let out pants as aftershocks from your release wracked your body. Tom was quick to guide your body against him, not caring that his clothes might wrinkle. He placed your head in the crook of his neck and pressed kisses along your face. His large hands stroke your back, helping you come down from your high. Laying against him, all he felt was you; from your heart rapidly beating against his chest to the feeling of you trying to steady your breathing.

“You alright?” He whispered against your hair. You tiredly nodded, giving yourself a moment to calm down.

“Yeah—just need a minute and I’ll get off of you.” You reply, tenderly kissing his collarbone. Tom whines tightening his grip around you, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t either, but,” you reach over to tap the screen of his phone, “You’ve got eight minutes left till your next interview.”

You feel something firm poke against your leg, “How you ever wondered if you can cum in under eight minutes?” The sentence caught Tom off guard, making him raise a brow at you. You tilted your head south of his body, motioning to his dick.

Tom shifted his gaze between you and his hard on, “Wanna find out?”

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im-in-vin-ci-ble · 3 years

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Bestieee~ This is long but can I request a Mark x fem reader where he’s dating eve and readers a strong solo hero who happens to catch his eye after finding out she works with cecil and they officially meet when Cecil sends her out to help Atom eve and Mark with a villain and after instead of helping his gf he introduces himself to reader and gets all nervous and she finds and calls him really cute so she asks if he’s taken and he says no and she tells him to give her a call if they ever wanna go out together, eve asks what was that about (she didn’t hear the convo) he says nothing and they go home and sooner or later reader and mark hook up leading to them falling for each and catching feelings and one day they took it to the next level and it’s was very heated and they end up confessing and having another heated make out session only for eve to come and find them in the act and she’s heartbroken and argues with Mark infront of reader, eventually eve storms out but mark doesn’t go after her he apologizes to reader that he lied and she’s okay with it and they stay together

(It can be as explicit as you want and can Marks parents really adore reader and they also go to the same school, I’m sorry this is so long 🥲)

A/N: omg hey bestie so sorry this took a while! this was loooooong and is the last request in my inbox before Love They Neighbour 2!

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit AF

Warnings: smut!! on!! smut!! cheating, swearing, angst, etc

Summary: You captivated Mark the moment you swooped in to help, but he should have been more honest with you before things got intense.

As you landed the final hit on the last Mauler twin standing, you watched as he fell on the pavement and created a crater around his gigantic blue being. You let out a sigh of exhaustion when your feet touched back on the ground, relieved that it was done and over with.

"Excuse me?"

You turned around and saw Invincible hovering towards you, his blue and yellow suit tarnished from the action.

"Hi, sorry, I should have introduced myself before I jumped in," you said, walking to where he landed. "Cecil sent me here."

"Oh... so you, uh, work for the GDA," he replied feebly.

"I do, just started actually," you informed him.

"That was..." he pointed at the knocked out Mauler twin, "that was a nice blow."

You crossed your brows, "I'm sorry?"

"Sorry! No! I meant... I meant..." he stuttered. "Like that was... t-that was a good... hit! A good hit!" Mortified, he placed his hand on his forehead and shook his head, and you could swear there was a tinge of pink creeping up on his cheeks.

You laughed at the boy, who is one of the strongest people on this planet, as he fell apart in front of you. "Thank you," you simply replied, keeping it short to keep him from feeling more embarrassed. "Anyway, I should report back—"

"I'm Invincible," he cut you off, reaching his hand out.

You looked down at his hand that was trembling, then back up to his face that still had that smile on. "I'm Y/N," you replied with your superhero name, shaking his hand slowly.

"Shit, I just realized I cut you off," he suddenly said, placing his hand on his forehead again. "I was gonna say thank you for helping Atom Eve and I out with the twins but I just got so caught up in my own thoughts that I..." he trailed off, "that I started rambling. Shit, sorry."

"Don't worry about it," you responded with an audible giggle, "I'll let it pass because you're cute."

His lips formed into a wide smile, "You... You think I'm cute?"

"I do," you nodded, biting your lower lip. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No!" he exclaimed almost immediately. "No, no, I... I'm not."

"Well do you maybe wanna go out some time?" you asked. "Our dating pool is quite limited and I think you're probably the best catch out there right now."

"I-I would love to," he stammered as he fumbled to get his phone, which is miraculously still in tact, out of his pocket. "Give me your number, I'll text you!"

As you typed your phone number on the screen, you looked up at his face that was beaming with so much excitement, his mask could have melted off. You swiftly returned his phone and winked, "Call me," and you flew off — that was a good exit.

His eyes followed you as you zoomed away, and his head began thinking of all the things he can/should say in his first text to you.

"Mark," a female voice broke his daydream, "what was that all about?"

He turned around and saw Eve, his girlfriend, standing there with an unsuspicious look on her face. "Nothing," he lied, clearing his throat. "Let's go home, I'm ready to just lay on my bed."

— — —

After going out on two (secret) study dates together, Mark finally accepted that he was in deep shit. He paced around his bedroom as he waited for you to come in through the window, internally panicking at two things: one, that he's catching real feelings for you and two, that Eve will find out.

"I can't lie to Eve forever, she'll know something's up," he mumbled to himself as he walked back and forth.

A soft gust of wind caught his attention and he looked up to see you gently closing his bedroom window. You cheerfully greeted him but the smile on your face quickly disappeared upon seeing the worried look on his.

"Is everything okay?" you asked.

"Yeah, I'm just, um..." he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling, "stressed about art class."

"Well I don't know how your class does it but it sounds like they're really giving you guys a tough time out there," you replied, moving close enough to him to wrap your arms around his neck.

He responded by placing his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "It's a killer," he lied.

"Well you look like you need a stress reliever," you said in a low voice, leaning in to give him gentle kisses on the neck. "And I think I know just the thing," you added in a whisper.

Your lips on his neck sent shots of electricity up Mark's spine and his grip around your waist tightened. He used one hand to move your face back up across his and he immediately began kissing you, each one more deeper and more passionate than the last. He guided the both of you to his bed where you landed in synchronicity, and his hands were quick to pull up your shirt and unbutton your shorts.

"Mark, hey," you pulled away. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath, "Mmhm, I just need you right now."

The redness and look of restraint in his face was, admittedly, driving you crazy too; you resumed kissing him and proceeded to take off his clothes — which were luckily just a T-shirt and shorts — and his hand moved up and down your back until he decided to unhook your bra. He pulled away from your lips and dived down to your chest, sucking on your perky nipples as his one hand rubbed circles over your damp center. He was sending you into a frenzy and when you finally found the strength to speak, it was just his name.

"I need you right now," he repeated as he placed himself on top of you and stripped you of your last article of clothing.

Mark reached over to his bedside table and rolled down a condom in what seemed like mere seconds. Lining himself up to your entrance, you caught a glimpse of his throbbing cock as he fully slid himself inside you. A low moan escaped from both your lips while you adjusted to his length, and he slowly began picking up a rhythm and a steady pace. He leaned down and gave you a sloppy kiss as he moved with more force and speed, his fingers tangling with yours while you both lost yourself to each other.

"I need you," he moaned, "I need you right now."

You kissed him once more and replied breathily, "I'm right here. Fuck, Mark, I'm right here."

Keeping his forehead against yours and his speed and strength building up, he said the two words that brought you crumbling:

"Cum. Now."

The force, the rhythm, and the authority in his voice pushed you over edge. Your thighs tensed then weakened as you entered a whole new state of euphoria, and your soft moans together in the air sounded like a warm, harmonic song. Mark felt himself let go inside you and his pace slowed down to sporadic thrusts until he rolled over next to you, the both of you panting from all the emotions.

"Holy fuck," you said shakily. "That was..."

"Insane," he finished for you as he pulled the condom away and threw it to what he hoped was his trash bin.

"Mmhm," you whispered before turning your head to look at him.

You watched as Mark caught his breath, his sweaty and toned chest moving up and down. He extended his arm above you and you scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder and placing your hand on his heaving his chest. You laid there in silence, the only audible noise being the humming of the air-conditioner.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something," Mark finally said.

"Yes?" you asked, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertip.

"I don't know how to say it," he started. "So I'm just going to. Don't freak out, please. And if you do, will you let me know so I can—"

"Mark," you cut him off, "just tell me."

He took a deep breath, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Really?" you giggled.

"Yeah, really," he replied. "It's cool if you don't... you know, feel the same way or whatever."

You chuckled and planted a tender kiss on his lips. "I feel too, you know," you said. "But I'm glad you said it first."

"Why?" he asked with a smile.

"Because," you shrugged. "If somebody asks, I can tell them you were the first one to break."

Mark laughed and began attacking you with kisses — on your neck, your cheeks, you forehead, your ears, your nose, anywhere he could plant one. You giggled as you tried to get away, feigning weakness while you enjoyed the moment. He finally managed to land a long one your lips, and that one kiss re-energized the heat you were just feeling earlier. His one hand gently cusped your breasts in turns, and you retaliated by rolling on top of him and moving his hands down to your ass. You moaned as Mark gave you a gentle squeeze, and he guided your hips to slowly move against him.

"God, I need you so bad," he said in between kisses.

"I'm all yours, baby," you responded quietly. "All yours, alw—"

"Mark?"

His focus shattered as that familiar voice rang in his ear. You quickly rolled off him, covering yourself with the blanket and looking up at a hovering Eve. Mark grabbed his shorts and quickly put them back on before walking towards Eve, extending his arms out in an attempt to keep her calm.

"Eve, before you say anything—"

"I can't believe you!" she yelled, the tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "I can't believe you would do this to me! I trusted you! I trusted her!" she added, pointing at you.

"Eve, she didn't know. Leave her out of this," Mark replied sternly, lowering his arms. "This is between you and me."

She slowly landed back down on the floor but didn't move a step; Eve was paralyzed with anger and sadness, bu mostly the former. "Why?"

"Look, Eve," he turned to look at you and returned his attention to his sobbing girlfriend. "I'm sorry I lied to you. But the truth is I just... I just stopped loving you. I haven't... loved you for a while now."

"And you couldn't be honest with me?" she asked.

"No, I couldn't," Mark answered, "and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. This is on me, okay?"

Eve sniffled, "Why did you stop loving me?"

"All we did was fight, Eve," he sighed, "all we did was fight and yell at each other until we got so tired of yelling, we'd just fall asleep. Then the next morning it's like nothing happened."

She sniffled and shook her head, still refusing to believe this was happening.

"We never solved anything. We never apologized to each other. It's like we were just staying together for the sake of it, or so that no one in the team could shit on us if we broke up," Mark added. "I'm sorry, Eve. I never meant for it to play out like this."

Eve looked up at him with a stone face, her eyes red and puffy. "I'm gonna fly out of that window, And if you don't follow, it means that you don't wanna solve this," she said, sniffling and pointing at his open bedroom window. "Make your choice, Mark."

He watched as he left her bedroom, the soft gust of wind flipping some of his comic books open. Mark walked towards the window and stared at Eve, who was now flying further and further away. When he could no longer see her silhouette in the sky, he shut his window.

"Mark, aren't you...?"

"No," he shook his head, "I didn't mean for this but I meant what I said to Eve."

He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. "Y/N, I owe you an apology too," he sighed. "I should have told you about Eve. I should have broken it off with her before I started anything with you."

"Mark..."

He finally looked up at you, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't want you to get caught in the middle of this." He sighed again, "I understand if you want to go and never talk to me again because I'm a total piece of shit. But please know I didn't want this to happen."

You sat there and stared at him — Invincible didn't look so invincible right now; he was ashamed and angry at himself. The teenage boy arrogantly flying through the skies like it was no big deal was sitting across you, defeated from the stupid decisions he admittedly made. There was a mixture of fear and embarrassment and sadness and guilt in his eyes, and he was ready for you to just get dressed and leave.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"W... What?"

You shook your head and moved next to him, keeping the blanket over your chest. "I forgive you," you explained to him. "What you did was shitty, yeah, but we all make mistakes. I know I've made my fair share."

"But this was a really big mistake," he said.

"I know," you replied, "but at least you can admit to it and learn from it."

He sighed, "You know, I meant what I said to you earlier... about me... you know, falling in love with you."

"I believe you, and I meant it too.”

You lied back down on the bed and patted the empty space next to you. Mark took up your offer and wrapped you in his arms, his nose buried in your hair as he kept you close to him.

“I promise I will never hurt you like this,” he whispered.

“I know.”

#damn dawg i needa shower after this #weeeeeew #lots of smut and angst #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #invincible fanfiction #invincible fanfic

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youare-mysonshine · 3 years

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heavy || bucky barnes

Summary: reader’s mental health has been taking a decline and bucky is there.

Requested: No

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: talks of mental health, depression, anxiety, angst, cussing.

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Hey guys, I’m back I guess lmao. I’ve really been struggling with my mental health lately and I guess I kinda just wanted to put it into words, something productive? And I’ve been feeling our angsty emo boy bucky barnes. Most of you might’ve followed me for my Oscar fics but I kinda wanna branch out and I thought this would be a good time to do so. Anyways, I know that some of you have inboxed me or messaged me and I haven’t responded and I’m sorry. But I just want you all to know that if you’re struggling, I’m always here to talk. About anything, always. So, I hope you enjoy this. I might’ve cried while writing this lmao and I also might’ve ended it on such an awkward place but, i’m still getting used to writing again. (Flashbacks are in italics)

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Bucky didn’t miss the dark circles under your eyes. He didn’t miss the way you sort of slouched as you approached him. He didn’t miss the way that your smile didn’t really meet your eyes.

“Hey,” You said in a breathless voice. “Sorry, I’m late. I got held up.” You said as you took a seat across from him in the booth. Held up. It was better than telling him that you were thinking of just not showing up at all. In the end, you knew that you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t just blow off your new friend who you had so enjoyed spending time with. So, in a rush, you got dressed and made your way to the small, quiet diner that you two had taken to frequenting together. Bucky Barnes was an enigma if you’d ever met one. The way that you had met was rather.. cliche and something straight from a story.

You had been trying to lay off of the caffeine for a while, realizing that you had nearly gone through an entire packet of 32 k-pods that you had just purchased. You realized that you might’ve had a problem. You had been going pretty strong with staying away from caffeine for the time being, until you passed by a coffee shop and got a whiff of coffee. You just couldn’t help yourself; you bought a cup of coffee. It was when you were walking down the street, holding the cup of coffee in one hand, looking down, that you didn’t see someone walking right in your path. You had collided into what seemed like a solid wall and the impact had caused you to squeeze the cup of coffee in surprise, the warm liquid burning your hand, staining your clothes and the other person. You had realized it was another person you had crashed into when you heard them let out a low cuss.

Bucky’s grumpy self had been fully prepared to tell you off for crashing into him, having just left his therapist’s office, but when you looked up at him with those bright eyes of yours, a million apologies spilling from your lips a mile a minute, he swallowed whatever harsh words had nearly sprung forth. He had apologized as well; both of you had been at fault. Bucky had been going over his session with Dr. Raynor that morning, completely lost in his own mind, and you had your eyes trained on the ground, something that was a bad habit of yours. The shock of realizing you had bumped into a man, a really really handsome man with the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen, had made you temporarily forget that you had practically scorched your hand with the coffee, and that you had gotten it on him as well.

“I’m so, so sorry.” You said once again, quickly averting your eyes from the handsome stranger’s face. Instead you focused on the smushed cup in your hand and the stains on his leather jacket. It just made you feel even terrible. “I, I can pay for you to get your jacket cleaned, if you want. Really. I wasn’t paying attention and I just, for whatever reason, squished my cup and.. I’m sorry.” You said, kind of breathlessly.

“It’s.. it’s alright.” His voice was like the coffee that you had been drinking. Smooth and rich. It was deep, something that reverberated deep in your chest and had your stomach fluttering with butterflies. “I wasn’t paying attention either. Really, it’s fine. And don’t worry about my jacket. No harm, no foul.” He said. “You should, uh, you should take care of that hand. Hope you didn’t burn yourself too bad.” He gestured to your hand, still clutching the cup, with one of his own gloved hands.

“Oh, I’ll be fine. It wasn’t that hot. Thank you, though. And again, I’m really, really sorry.” Sparing one, seemingly, last glance at the handsome stranger, you side stepped him and began to walk away, tossing the empty cup of coffee in a trash can on the sidewalk. But you didn’t get very far because that deep voice called out to you, halting you in your tracks.

“Can I buy you another cup of coffee?” Bucky’s mouth had opened and spoken the words long before his brain could even catch up. He didn’t know why he had asked you that, but something in his gut was just telling him too.

“What?” A look of total bewilderment had crossed your face and he had seen it.

“I just, well I thought that, since I bumped into you, I could make it up to you by buying you a new cup of coffee. If you wanted, I mean. You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything.” Bucky clarified, hand stuffed in his pocket, waiting for your answer. For a few seconds, you simply stood there, unsure of what to say because surely this wasn’t happening? The last time that you had gone out with a guy was.. well, shit, you didn’t even remember the last time. The little voice in the back of your head, that anxious, paranoid little voice, was telling you not to go off with a stranger. You’d watched too many episodes of Criminal Minds and other true crime shows and documentaries to know that situations like this never turned out well. However, you didn’t get a bad feeling from this particular man. He seemed just as awkward and slightly frazzled as you felt. So you agreed.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

That had happened about two months ago. Ever since then, you and Bucky had formed a strong friendship. Your first time getting coffee with him had been awkward, as were the next few times that you had seen one another. But things got easier. Becoming friends was easy. You kind of fell into this routine, almost as if you two had known each other your whole lives. That was why Bucky telling you who he really was had been terrifying for him. He carried around guilt and shame and just contempt for everything he’d done. Everything The Winter Soldier represented, and when he told you, he figured that you would think the same. He had asked you meet him at the diner that had now become your spot and and you remember how he nervously wrung his gloved hands together. You remember when you asked him what was wrong and he didn’t verbally respond but he took off his gloves; the right one first and then the left, revealing a shiny black metal hand, golden lines intricately placed.

He told you then. Maybe he didn’t tell you everything but he told you who he was and he had braced himself for you to get up and storm out. Or, to yell at him and tell him how much of a monster he was. But, it never came. Instead, you reached out and placed your hand on top his. Not his real hand, but the metal one. You didn’t say anything. You just gave him that smile that was quickly becoming his favorite. Sometimes, silence spoke a thousand words. To Bucky, you had become kind of a respite for him. Even in the late nights or mornings when he woke up after a nightmare. Or after a particularly hard session with Dr. Raynor. He had closed himself off from other people except you.

Bucky might not have known it, but he gave you the same level of comfort as you gave him. You found yourself craving his presence. Every time you were around him, you couldn’t help but to smile or laugh. In the time that you spent together, your mind was clear and free from all your worries. It all evaporated into thin air. Your mind, usually so active with all sorts of thoughts and worries, could finally rest when you were with Bucky. You could sleep. You could get up in the morning without that stress and anxiety drowning you. It was okay. It was great.

Until it wasn’t.

“No problem, doll.” He said, gloved hands clasped under the table on his lap. “I already ordered. Got your usual. Hope that was alright.” He added, to which you nodded absentmindedly.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. Thanks Buck.” You said, mustering up a half hearted smile that didn’t reach your eyes. It was like even smiling drained the energy from you. You were exhausted. Not even just physically but mentally and emotionally. You had been having such good days for a while now, since meeting Bucky. You felt like maybe you would finally be alright but.. this feeling of hopelessness, the feeling that nothing was quite right, it was heavy. It weighed you down. It suffocated you. You wanted to be alone, but you also couldn’t stand to be alone because when you were alone, you were just stuck in your head and being in your head was the absolute worst place to be.

The intrusive thoughts had started. They told you that you would do nothing but weigh Bucky down. That he didn’t need someone like you in his life, someone with clear problems of their own, when he was going to therapy trying to better himself. Even if it had been mandatory for him to go. You wanted to push him away, save him from yourself, but you also couldn’t stand the thought of losing him.

Bucky noticed the shift in you. Normally when you two met up, whether it was at the diner or anywhere else, you would usually talk his ear off. Not that he minded, he was content to just sit back and listen to you. Sometimes, you’d tell him about a new book that you had started reading. You had just started reading the fifth Harry Potter book and you were trying to get him to read them. You’d tell him about your day. You’d ask him how his day went, how it went with Dr. Raynor, though you never pushed for more information. You always let him share if he was comfortable with it and he appreciated that. Sometimes you teased him for being such an old man.

The food came soon after you had arrived and sure enough, Bucky had ordered your usual. It sent a pang through your heart when you realized that he had memorized your order, down to the extra syrup and whipped cream on the pancakes. Bucky always liked to make fun of you for ordering the same thing when you came to the diner. No matter what time it was, you always ordered the pancakes with extra syrup and extra whip cream, with the strawberries on the side. Secretly, though he found it adorable.

Today, you had barely even taken more than a few bites and that was what really let Bucky know that something wasn’t right. You kept your head down, eyes on the pancakes and you cut them up, bringing a few up to your mouth and chewing slowly, but you mostly just moved them around your plate with the fork in your hand. Bucky himself had barely taken only a few bites of the food he’d ordered for himself, but it wasn’t for lack of appetite, it was because of the growing concern. His bright blue eyes were now a stormy grey, kind of like the clouds that you see during a heavy storm. His brows were furrowed, giving him an appearance almost as if he were angry.

“You alright, Y/N? You’ve barely eaten your food and normally you finish before I do.” He attempted to joke, to bring about that smile that seemed to always fill him with warmth. He half expected you to look up at him with that cheeky little smile, a mischievous look in your eyes and say “You know, I would be offended by that, but I know why you eat so slow, Buck. I completely understand. You don’t want your dentures to fall out.” But it never came.

You don’t know what it was. Bucky asking you if you were alright or if it was simply all the pressure of just.. everything, finally breaking, but you could feel the hot tears in your eyes. They blurred your vision until you couldn’t really see the plate of the pancakes in focus. The dam had finally come apart and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You set the fork down and buried your face in your hands, your shoulders lightly shaking as you began to cry. All Bucky could do was stare for a few seconds, alarm written all over his face. Alarm and distress because he had no idea what just happened and if he had done something to upset you.

“Woah woah, hey. Sweetheart, hey. What’s wrong?” In seconds, Bucky was out of his side of the booth and scooting in beside you. You felt the comfort of his warmth, you felt his arm tentatively, almost hesitantly, slide around your shoulders and anchor you to him. You shook your head, attempting to calm down, to stop the tears but the more you tried, the more they seemed to come.

“I-I’m sorry, Bucky.. I.. I’m sorry.. I-I’m fine. Really.” You said, sniffling. It was apparent to you both that you were not alright and he really just wanted to get to the bottom of it. Or at least attempt to comfort you. But doing that in the middle of a diner with other people around wasn’t ideal.

“Hey, my apartment is only a short walk away. Come on, let’s get you out of here and somewhere more quiet.” You didn’t protest. You just nodded and slid out of the booth after he did. Bucky took out his wallet and placed a few bills on the table, paying for the uneaten food, and then quickly led you out of the establishment. He kept his hand on you, almost like an anchor. Whether it was to reassure you or himself, he didn’t know and you didn’t mind either. It was probably the only thing that kept you from retreating inside of your mind and giving in to the panic that so desperately wanted out.

You didn’t even realize that you had reached his apartment until he had led you up the stairs and you were standing behind him as he unlocked the door. He allowed you to step in first and then quickly followed behind you, shutting the door as he did so. You didn’t really get the chance to take in his apartment because he had ushered you to sit on his couch while he knelt in front of you.

“Alright, you’re scarin’ me here, doll. What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” The sheer look of concern and slight panic in his face and those pretty eyes of his made the waterworks come back again. You shook your head, your face scrunched up in anguish. Hot bullet tears fell from your eyes and left a wet path in their wake down your cheeks. Bucky wasn’t one to pry; he hated it when people tried to pry into his life and he didn’t do it to you, but he couldn’t stand the sight of seeing you cry. He couldn’t stand the sight of your once bright eyes and cheery smile just.. gone. You eyes were sad and your lips were pulled into a frown. “Talk to me, baby.” He practically pleaded.

“I just.. I don’t.. I don’t know how to explain it, Buck.” You cried. “I-I.. I just feel like..” You let out a frustrated cry when you couldn’t find the right words but Bucky was patient. He reached a hand up, cupping your cheek and wiping away the tears that kept falling. “I don’t feel.. happy. Everyday I wake up and I just, I feel fine for like a few seconds and then everything just comes crashing down on me. I can’t ever stop thinking. I can’t sleep at night. I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling like this, Bucky. And I feel fucking crazy. Sometimes I feel like you don’t even really like me. I feel.. hopeless, like nothing is ever going to be okay. I might feel okay for a few seconds but then it just goes away.” You explained, though you were sure that you probably sounded like a raving and ranting lunatic. “Before I met you, I liked being alone but I also hated it because when I was alone, I would just overthink and overthink and overthink about every fucking thing. If it wasn’t one thing it was another just giving me such bad anxiety and.. I don’t know what to do anymore, Bucky. I’m just tired of feeling like this. Feeling like nothing is ever going to be okay, like I’m never going to be okay. I just feel.. alone.”

His heart was well and truly broken. In the two months that he’d known you, he hadn’t known how badly you had struggled with your mental health. He hadn’t known the war that you fought within your mind, and how bad it had become. You were such saving grace for Bucky; you saved him from the wars inside of his mind. The constant feeling of guilt that he fought with on a daily basis, and now.. he just wanted to do the same for you. He wanted to shoulder some of the pain that you carried, the pain that seemed to be weighing you down. Both of his hands now cupped your cheeks so delicately, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him. His blue eyes were shining, looking at you with not pity, but something like.. understanding. If anyone knew what you were feeling, it was Bucky.

“You’re not alone.” His smooth and rich voice was so soft, so gentle that it brought on a new set of tears. “You’re not alone, sweetheart. Not anymore. You know why? Cause you got me.” He said. “I know what it’s like to feel hopeless. To feel stuck in your head. To feel like nothing is ever gonna get better. I felt like that in Wakanda. Sometimes.. sometimes, we need help. And I know I’m not one to be talking considering that I don’t really like talking to my therapist or even going,” That roused the smallest of smiles from you. “I’m here. You know that, right? I’m here. You got me and I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I don’t care if you have a million bad days. I don’t care if you feel like you’re bothering me. I’ll be there every time.” You two have gradually gravitated close to one another until your foreheads were pressed together. Bucky was still knelt in front of you on the couch, his hands still holding your cheeks. Your eyes were closed and you could feel his warm breath fanning your face. The tears had stopped falling but you were still sniffling softly. “You’ve helped me. Even if you don’t know it. You’ve helped me.” He was whispering. There was no one but you two in his apartment but he was still whispering the words meant for only you to hear. “Now, let me help you. Please.”

“Okay. I trust you, Bucky.”

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏𝟓)

part 14

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

You practically ran up to the edge of the cliff, only slowing down partially because Steve was yelling at you from behind. You couldn’t help it though, you were obsessed with the scenery already, and being able to see it from this point of view was probably the best part of hiking for you every time. You hadn’t gone for a while, not since you’d been home in Cali, and Steve surprised you this morning by telling you to get into some comfortable clothes you could easily move in. Half your wardrobe was that since you were always outside, so the request was easy to fill. You honestly hadn’t even been expecting it when Steve drove all the way to this beautiful woodsy hiking location upstate.

It was quiet, and there weren’t many other hikers on the trail, so it felt like you were alone together. You talked amongst yourselves, the low chatter of your voices complimenting the sounds of various birds flitting by and the crunch of the dirt and grass beneath your sneakers.

You walked at a slow pace, taking it all in. Your time with Steve was coming to a close, and you found yourself wanting to take more and more time to remember each and every single moment as clearly as you could. In your mind, you documented the warm, comforting breeze of the ever present summer on your skin, the low, rich timbre of Steve’s voice. You noted each and every bird sound you heard, promising to come back someday and bird watch at this very same location. Most of all, you made sure to sink into the warmth of Steve’s body bristling against yours every once in a while when you got closer on a narrow part of the path. You were committed to being in the moment and being mindful.

“Slow down, slow down!” Steve called from behind, and you just glanced at him over your shoulder with a well intentioned laugh, then looked back at the sky ahead of you.

You raised your hands up in the air, stretching your palms up to the sky and hooted, cheering about nothing in particular. Every smile, every laugh, every moment you tilted your face up to the vast, azur blue sky and let the sun beam down on your face, was genuine and triumphant.

“It’s fucking beautiful out here, Steve!” you exclaimed, puffing your chest out like you were trying to enclose the crisp, balmy air in your heart.

You were practically hysterical. You belonged in spaces like these, outside where you could share your thoughts with the trees or the water, or not think at all. You always felt your best when you were at the beach or on a hiking trail with your friends, finally able to let go of life’s vice grip on you. You were so much happier these days, in a constant state of healing, and the results were truly showing out.

“I’m glad you like it,” Steve chuckled at your excitement, kicking at the dirt beneath his feet.

“Come on, babe,” you beckoned him over, wanting him to bask in this moment with you.

He trudged over, and when he was close enough to reach out to, you lugged him over as much as you could. Although he was like a stone, his eyes still widened with worry when you nearly toppled over carelessly, despite the fact that you were on the ledge of a cliff.

“Slow down, doll, you’re gonna kill us both,” Steve huffed out a dry laugh, still smiling all the while.

You smiled smugly, glancing over at him with big doll eyes,

“You’d save me, though, I know you can.”

Steve just pulled you under his armpit, keeping you close. In the odd chance that you did fall in this moment, you’d probably be smiling all the way down, forgetting the agony that would be sure to come, all because you were with him. Maybe it was just the fresh air making you a little delusional, but you’d let yourself be delusional just for a moment.

“Let’s make sure no saving will be necessary, hmm?” Steve hummed, and you grinned, nuzzling your face up into his neck.

“Fair enough,” you sighed with a restless smile. “Seriously, thank you for taking me out here. It’s beautiful.”

Beautiful was an understatement. It was funny, you spent so much time outside but you couldn’t ever describe how much nature touched you. You didn’t have the words to describe the way the lush trees at the bottom seemed to sway with the wind, or the way the animals swooped from treetops and went along their merry ways, all while cohabitating peacefully, or the way the landscape looked from all the way up here.

Steve just pulled you closer, and you stood there in complete silence and stillness for a while, just watching as the sky drifted above you. Steve was glad you were the happiest he’d seen you, it seemed as though even though your days together were coming to a close, you were growing happier by the minute. You didn’t think your goodbye would be teary-eyed, because after this wonderful experience, you knew you’d both be sure to see each other again. You weren’t at all in the same place in your lives, that was for sure. You were just getting out of college and making a real life for yourself, meanwhile Steve was out saving the world and doing things you could only dream of doing. You weren’t comparing the two, but it was simply the truth. Neither of you were in the same place, but being here together now made you feel more united than ever. If it took a while to come to a place where you could always be together, then so be it. Right now, you’d just enjoy this moment while it lasted, without haste to plan for the future, because you both had full faith that things would work out.

“It’s funny, this is my first time going hiking. Like, on purpose. I’ve trekked through Sokovia and I’ve had to find my way out of multiple jungles and mazes before they blew up, but I’ve never just enjoyed it like this. On purpose,” Steve said after a while, and you grinned up at him, pleased that you were giving him more and more options to expand his personal hobbies and live outside of his work.

“I get the feeling that even though you’ve seen everything… there’s a lot you haven’t seen,” you noted, and Steve nodded.

That was exactly what he was trying to say. He’d done more than most people could ever dream of doing, he’d escaped danger in the nick of time a thousand times over, he’d saved lives, and yet, all the while, he hadn’t really lived himself. He learned a lot from his job and from the team he felt so grateful to be around on a regular basis, but amidst all the chaos of his daily routine, he’d forgotten to live. Sure, he had movie nights with his team and sometimes went out to eat with them, but there was so much more than that. So much that he hadn’t seen yet. You were showing him that there was, and he was showing you that there was space to trust and love. You shared a mutual core, full of life lessons and valuable exchanges.

“Yeah. Exactly that.”

You squeezed his hip as you started to turn around, facing away from the edge of the cliff and back to the trail, which you were almost finished hiking.

“Come on. Let’s go get something to eat.”

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Steve was leaning against the arch of the open bathroom door, his head cocked in intrigue and admiration as he watched you do your makeup. You were finishing up, putting clear lip gloss on over the brown lip liner you’d used, a classic, 90s combo. You were gazing into the mirror, hardly acknowledging his presence for the purpose of perfecting your look, meanwhile, Steve was enthralled by you, despite the silence. You were also wearing a wine-colored minidress that clung to every inch and curve of your body, accentuating your best assets, which didn’t help with Steve’s staring problem at the moment.

You had your elbows resting on either side of the sink and you were leaning in, smoothing your lips together and puckering them the very minute you finished, adjusting your position in front of the mirror to get a better look at yourself. Finally, you paid Steve some attention, and glanced over at him.

“You ready?” you asked nonchalantly.

“The question is, are you?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes playfully in response.

“You should be used to this by now, you know,” you sang, and Steve grinned, wrapping an arm around your bare shoulders as you came close.

“I know, I know. I kind of live for it, it’s so fun watching you do your makeup.”

“Want me to try doing yours someday?” you quipped excitedly.

“I’m not against it,” Steve chuckled.

Tonight you were going to a fancy restaurant for dinner, like, fancy fancy. The kind of fancy that even Steve wasn’t accustomed to. Steve had money, but he wasn’t a very sophisticated guy, he preferred to be more casual. You on the other hand, would probably fit right in. Your regal energy and poised way of carrying yourself made it that much easier. But, you were still fresh out of college, and you weren’t a rich girl by any means. So of course you got excited when you got to get all dolled up to do something very nice.

You and Steve sat at a table near the back, the restaurant lighting dim and dark, a candle flickering between the two of you as the sun set outside. You toyed with the rim of your wine glass, taking careful sips so you didn’t mess your lip gloss up. To Steve’s lament, you would only let him kiss you on the cheek, because you didn’t want to ruin your finely crafted lip gloss.

As nice as it all was, both you and Steve couldn’t help but be reminded of the fact that you’d be leaving soon, and that your days together were coming to a close. You were both levelheaded enough not to get too sad about the fact, but it was admittedly bittersweet. But you decided you’d at least make light of it, and smiled smugly at Steve,

“What are you gonna do when I’m gone, lover boy?”

Steve glanced up at you, that charming smile teasing his lips as his blue eyes gazed into yours.

“Miss you.”

You tilted your head to the side as if you were challenging him,

“You gonna call me every night?”

“Whenever possible,” Steve replied warmly, and you continued,

“Gonna send me flowers still?”

“Of course,” Steve affirmed.

You giggled to yourself, thinking of your last question,

“Are you gonna watch my cam show?”

Steve laughed, shaking his head,

“Who would I be if I didn’t support my girl?”

You grinned fully, reaching over to squeeze Steve’s cheek,

“You’re so precious.”

“Uh,” Steve cleared his throat. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” you furrowed your brows, interested in what he had to say.

He seemed nervous, wringing his hands together slightly before placing them on his lap and under the table so you wouldn’t worry about him. He had been thinking about this for a while now, and he’d already talked to you about it, but even after the discussion you had, he’d still been grappling with whether or not he should go through with this. He didn’t want it to feel like he was moving too fast or putting undue pressure on you, because he knew how important it was for you to live in the moment. Because of you he found himself questioning a lot of what he thought was true or moral. You had a good head screwed on your shoulders and you were still much more relaxed than Steve, not as focused on tradition or expectations. But he still found himself wanting to settle things down officially with you.

Looking into your caring eyes, he knew he wasn’t making a mistake, that despite all the trials and tribulations of your relationship together in the past, he’d regret it if he never got to know you. He could’ve never imagined being in this position, but by the look in your eyes, which were glittering and shining with pure, contagious joy whenever you saw him, he knew this wasn’t something he wanted to miss out on. He was about to forget himself and sink into how beautiful you were, as if he didn’t have other things at hand, but he remembered himself at the perfect time.

“I-I’m not always so great with words, so bear with me,” Steve started.

“Steve,” you giggled cheerily. “Spit it out babe, it’s okay.”

Your reassurance seemed to resurrect him and he chuckled, shaking his head and rubbing his temples. Then he looked up again, taking your hand and gazing into your eyes, never ceasing eye contact.

“YN. I really like you, alright? And this is something so new and so odd for the both of us. I mean, I don’t know anyone who’s had what we have and I know a lot of weird people - not that this is weird, but-”

You chuckled, scoffing,

“Well it’s definitely not normal.”

You reached across the table, squeezing Steve’s hand. He grinned, chuckling back and nodded, continuing,

“Yeah. Definitely. And, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About labels and what we talked about, and I know you’re not looking to rush into anything too soon because of how you’ve been treated in the past but…” here, Steve almost got emotional, thinking of how special you were to him, unable to believe that you’d been treated so poorly in the past— all he wanted was to show you just how you made him feel. “But I just want to treat you right, and make you happy because well, you make me happy. And it’s… it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way. And I’m sure that for you and me both, these feelings are rare. And I can treat you the same regardless of whether or not we put a label on it, but, selfishly I want you, fully… all to myself. So, let’s make it official. Will you be my girlfriend, YN?”

Few moments felt as good as this one, and you’d remember this moment for years to come. Few questions rung so pleasant to your ears. And when you heard those words leave Steve’s lips, you knew you had never been more certain that you wanted to be with someone. All relationships started out in the honeymoon phase, but when it came to Steve, you didn’t feel like things would change drastically after this phase. And sure, you were just meeting, in real life, that is. In reality, you had known Steve for a few months, and you’d been getting closer for a long time now. So, you probably would’ve said yes to Steve even if he asked you on the second day you were together.

But your respect for Steve rose way up because he’d actually taken his time, had a conversation with you about it, and made up his mind. The fact that he had put all this thought into it was a testament to Steve’s character, which made you giggle because despite his stoic demeanor he was kind of a nervous wreck, and the strength of the connection you had. But you didn’t even have time to think about how wonderful this all was. All you knew was that you wanted to say yes.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend,” you bit down on your lip, just barely restraining a cheeky smile before you leaned in and kissed him again. The kiss was sweet, interrupted by laughter and your smiles against each others’ lips. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.”

You kissed him again and again, you kissed him so much that you barely had any lip gloss on when you managed to stop yourself to catch breath. When you pulled away, Steve had this kind of awestruck look on his face, his lips wet with your lip gloss, wanting more of your lips like you hadn’t just given him your all.

You snickered at the sight of his glossy lips, almost arrogantly noting,

“It’s a good look on you. My lip gloss.”

Steve grinned sheepishly, looking down at the table, relieved. He didn’t really have any reason to be worried, that was just in his nature. His heart had never felt so warm, he’d never felt so satisfied. You’d always been his, but now he had you, truly and officially.

“Were you nervous to ask me this?” you asked, still holding his hand from across the table.

Steve breathed out a laugh,

“God, yeah. I was just hoping you wouldn’t feel pressured. I know how important your mental health journey has been for you, I didn’t want to make it feel like we have to put a label on anything before you’re ready—”

“Steve, if I weren’t ready to be your girlfriend, I probably would’ve stayed my ass at home in Cali,” you chortled, making him blush, because he sort of knew he was overthinking it. “But really though, I wouldn’t be upset even if you didn’t ask me. What we have sort of obliterates the whole boyfriend and girlfriend niche, yeah? It’s kinda like… next level, don’t you think? I mean, how many people can say they’re in our situation? Like, this exact situation. This is like, long distance relationships made epic.”

“Good point,” Steve nodded, agreeing— what you had was probably eons more powerful than the typical “boyfriend and girlfriend” situation.

“It’s just, kind of a plus, you know?” you cocked your head to the side, shrugging. A mischievous, contagious smile spread to your lips. “I get to call myself Captain America’s girlfriend. Bitches write fanfiction about that.”

What? How could anyone blame you for getting cocky about who your official boyfriend was? You didn’t care for competition, but you’d selfishly admit that it was an ego booster to know that you had a man like him all to yourself, and that he wanted you all for him.

“You think you’re the lucky one, look at me. I got you,” Steve’s eyes slowly scanned your face, meeting your eyes again with a wistful smile.

“My girlfriend, YN,” he said out loud. He just wanted to try it out, and it sounded so right to the both of you.

“I like that,” you cooed.

“Me too,” Steve kissed your nose. “Oh, I almost forgot.”

He dug out a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to you, watching you unravel it.

“Just a little something I drew, meant to give it to you as part of this whole ‘making it official’ ordeal,” he put quotes in the air. “A little gift.”

“Steve,” you pouted. “You’re way too nice to me.”

“Well, you’re my girl. I can’t be mean, can I?” Steve’s lip quirked up in a quizzical smile.

“Mm-mm,” you shook your head. “Not unless I tell you to.”

Steve couldn’t even decipher what you meant by that fast enough because you had squealed, your mouth flinging to your hand.

“Steve, Steve, holy shit. Is this what I think it is?” you sat up, alert, facing him.

“Just a little sketch, it’s not the best but I can—”

“Steve, shut up! You’re literally fuckin’ amazing, are you kidding me? This is… amazing.”

What it was was a drawing. Not just of anything, but of a logo he’d created for you. Specifically, what would soon be the logo for your online clothing brand. It had only just kicked off the ground and you were hopeful for its future. So Steve drawing something like this, no matter how average he thought it was or how little time it took him was something so heartfelt to you. This was something you’d hold on to even more than the flowers, even more than the hotel rooms and private jets, even more than the fancy five star restaurant dinners.

Because if there was anything Steve was proving to you time and time again, it was that he was the right one for you. You wanted to be with someone who would encourage your dreams, give you that push, and acknowledge that you had your own life outside of your relationship. And even though it was something minor at the forefront, when you really got down to it it was something so personal.

“Ahh, I haven’t really drawn for real in quite some time, I just wanted you to have that. You can use it, for your clothing brand if you want,” Steve shrugged, all bashful like usual.

“If I want? I’m literally gonna flaunt this everywhere. Hello, my boyfriend made it? No one will know, but I will, and that’s what matters.” You leaned in, kissing his lips and folding the paper again so you could put it in your pocket. “Thank you, baby. For… literally everything. Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“Steve, take the thanks. You deserve it. Thank you.”

Steve grinned lazily,

“You’re welcome.”

You just gazed at him, your eyes inadvertently glazing over with tears. You were really sitting in front of the man of your dreams, and this time around you had no doubts about it. The old you would’ve been so resistant to love again. Steve made loving again so easy for you. And you couldn’t forget how you’d pushed yourself to love yourself again, because that made things like this a whole lot easier. But, rather than turn this into another mushy moment, your feelings were so overwhelming that you were feeling things everywhere. Everywhere. And who were you to prohibit your primal needs?

You stood up suddenly, brushing your hands against your dress, which once again caught Steve’s attention as you stood up. His eyes were already raking over you by the time you approached him on his side of the table, outstretching a hand to him, saying nothing until he took it and stood up beside you.

“Come on,” was all you uttered, glancing back at him only once as you led him further to the back of the restaurant, casually navigating your way to the restroom, unconcerned with anything in the moment that didn’t have to do with him.

“Where are we—” you swung the restroom door open and dragged him inside, locking it with finesse, “going…”

Without responding, you furiously pressed your lips against Steve’s, pushing up against him and getting him hard in an instant. Your palms smushed into his cheeks and you moaned into his mouth, delirious with the need for him. Steve was shocked, but not at all against it, he had just never seen you act so impulsively before. And the same could be said for him— once you put your soft lips against his, all common sense seemed to dissipate from his mind. He was just as into it, his hands grazing all around your body like he was looking for something and you were the only way he could find it, squeezing every part of you he could squeeze through this dress. He rocked his hips into you, grunting into your lips as he felt his cock throb against the fabric separating the two of you.

He pulled away, panting, his forehead creased in concentration as he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck. Turn around baby,” he spun you around so you were facing the mirror and your body was up against the sink before you even had the chance to move yourself.

You gasped when you felt cool air against your ass before you even expected it, and you moaned instinctively. Steve left love marks on your ass, gentle and kind, before he made his way to your pussy, on his knees and standing behind you leaned your body against the bathroom sink. You were lucky this was a fancy bathroom that neither of you minded getting down and dirty in— the mirrors had golden frames and the counter was sparkling clean, made out of marble just like the floor which Steve was kneeling on. He inched his face closer to your center and licked a fat strip up your pussy, causing you to moan out carelessly.

He focused on tasting you, closing his eyes and truly enjoying the moment. All that could be heard aside from the movement outside of the restroom were your moans and the sound of his tongue fucking deep into your wet pussy, slick, filthy noises coming from your heat.

“You taste so good, baby,” he moaned against your pussy, his words sending a shock through your body, making you squeeze around his tongue.

You were panting now, your moans short and high pitched, glancing back at him every now and then, then back at your fucked out face in the mirror. You arched your back when he hit a certain spot, twirling his tongue around inside you and kneading your ass with his hands.

“Oh,” you cried out, reaching out behind you and grabbing tufts of his hair, pushing his head and face deeper into your pussy and keeping it there with a strong hold. Steve’s moans were muffled, he was overwhelmed by your sweet scent and the way you were forcing his face down. He only pulled away when he felt your pussy start to pulsate around his tongue, leaving you to whine in dissatisfaction while he stood directly behind you, pressing himself against your ass.

“Steve,” you complained, pouting at him.

“I know, I know. I just— I have to fuck you, is that okay, doll? Can I fuck you?” he practically cooed into your ear from behind, lips tickling against the nape of your neck, then sneaking around to press chaste kisses on your cheek.

You bit down on your lip and nodded vigorously, humming in approval,

“Mm hm.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, making you throb around nothing while he pulled his pants down, his dick springing out of his boxers, and steadied himself at your entrance, kissing all against your neck in the process and leaving love bites that made you yelp out. He grinned against you, whispering in your ear as he trailed his hand along the front of your dress, tugging down so your boobs nearly fell out of the dress.

“You look so pretty tonight, baby. Look at you,” Steve nodded at the mirror in front of you and you whined, trying to buck your hips back into him because you just wanted him inside of you. “Fucking hell. Wearing that dress… your makeup looks perfect.”

He cupped your face, admiring it from behind in the mirror for a second, then he continued,

“My girl.”

He finally slid into you, his cock already throbbing inside of you. You cried out and gasped at the feeling of being stretched out just the way you liked, by the only man you wanted.

“Fuck, Steve!” you moaned his name loudly, immediately starting to rock your ass back into his hips, feeling him all the way inside of you, spreading you out each time you took him completely.

You grabbed at his arm from behind you, his hands steadying on your waist and pushing your ass back down onto him so you could take him all the way each time. You panted, feeling like you were being seared open by his thick cock in the best way imaginable. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you took notice of how fucked out you looked, the force of Steve’s thrusts making your body bump against the sink, your mouth was open in an o-shape, your vision blurred because of how often your eyes kept rolling back into your head. Steve was focused on his cock disappearing in and out of you, his eyes on your ass, bringing down a broad hand to your ass and grasping your flesh in his hands.

“Steve,” you gasped, looking back at him. You took some time to catch your breath, Steve glancing up at you momentarily. “R-remember when I said you can’t be mean unless I tell you to?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his hand coming up to stroke the small of your back, just wanting to feel your smooth skin.

“Be mean to me, baby,” you pleaded, giving him those eyes that set him off every time.

That was all it took for Steve to start slamming into you shamelessly, wrecking your pussy each time he pounded into you. He grasped onto your arms suddenly, holding them behind your back with one hand while the other lay to rest just above your ass. You cried out at the painful, pleasing sensation of Steve absolutely pounding you, and he chuckled deviously,

“Shh, doll. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you screaming for me. Or would you?”

Pursing your lips forcefully to keep from making any noise, you shook your head strongly, but you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped from the back of your throat when he hit your g-spot. Steve shook his head, looking up at himself in the mirror,

“Mm-mm, wouldn’t want that.”

Trying desperately to keep quiet, you strained your neck to try and look back at him and what he was doing. But he shook his head, leaning down to grab your face and force your head the other way.

“Don’t look at me,” he commanded, his voice dark and deep. “Look at yourself.”

You looked up, orgasmic tears forming in your eyes as you did so, catching sight of yourself in the mirror getting fucked to the heavens, arms stretched behind your back, breasts bouncing each time Steve fucked into you. The look on Steve’s face was beyond you— he was almost sneering at the sight of the two of you in the mirror, the smug look on his face intensifying each time you had to stifle a moan or stop yourself from screaming his name. You’d never seen him like this before, and you were so glad you’d pulled it out of him in the little amount of time you had left together.

“Fuck,” Steve groaned when you felt you squeeze around him, his voice becoming breathier and lower, almost accusatory of your pleasure, “you like this, don’t you?”

You whimpered in response, nodding your head violently, and Steve grunted, slamming his hips up into you and bringing a hand down to play with your clit as if praising your response. His own voice became more and more unhinged, his thrusts growing sloppier and less focused, his eyes zeroing in on your expression in the mirror,

“You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Wh-where anyone could hear… f-fuck, doll, I can feel you squeezing my fu… fucking cock. Come for me, YN.”

That was all it took, an ear splitting moan falling from your lips as you practically convulsed, coming on Steve’s cock, not bothering to stop rocking your hips back. Soon after you came, Steve’s dirty talk became nothing more than unintelligible blabbering, and he came hard inside of you. Breathing deeply, he slid lazily in and out of you just a few more times, fucking all his cum back into you. He pulled out, and you fell against the sink with a sigh. You both cleaned up, and Steve smiled at you before you both left the restroom.

“Thank you,” you said stupidly, still delirious from how hard he’d fucked you.

Steve chuckled, shaking his head playfully and putting an arm around you to stabilize you,

“No problem. Come on, let’s pay and get you home.”

That night, you slept better than ever, your boyfriend Steve holding you in his arms.

| | |

Once you woke up the next day, Steve decided to take you to this nice brunch place, flipping on his hat and glasses since it was a little crowded, but not anything too worrisome. Besides, you had made it this far without Steve being recognized, and you realized that in New York, nobody was really paying attention to anyone.

Last night had been fantastic, in so many ways. You and Steve had made it far enough to actually become official, to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. And although you knew the distance between you would be hard to deal with at times, you knew Steve would find a way to make it work. He never had you second guessing or doubting important decisions, because you knew that out of anyone you’d ever been romantically involved with, he had his shit together the most. He was actually focused on treating you well, and he had all the resources and the common sense to do just that. So, the distance didn’t quite scare you, in fact, it was probably less of an issue for you two than other long distance couples. Hell, you’d made it far enough without actually meeting.

As per usual, Steve opened your car door, then held your hand all the way inside the restaurant. You’d eat and then go home and find some random hobby to do with each other, like board games or finally finishing the Harry Potter movies, or just staying in and cuddling the whole night. You got seated at a table in the back and talked about nothing in particular while you waited for the waiter to come around.

You had your hand on top of Steve’s, squeezing it absentmindedly while you scrolled through your phone, reading text messages from your friends back at home. You knew Steve wasn’t a huge fan of your phone, but it wasn’t a habit that you pulled it out while you were meant to be hanging out together. Besides, you had a whole digital life that you had to keep up with for your own sake, consisting of your cam career and your online shop. It’d be silly if you tried to disconnect completely.

“Hi, good to see you today, my name is Richard, I’ll be serving you today! Can I get you guys started with some drinks?” Richard asked, cupping his hands together with an expectant smile.

“Waters for the both of us,” Steve nodded, and you added on, glancing at the waiter quickly.

“Lemonade for me too, please,” you added on.

“Awesome, I’ll be right…” Richard the waiter trailed off and you both glanced up at him, but he had paused, staring at Steve, his face contorted in slight confusion. Steve offered him a small, almost pitying smile, and you couldn’t help but huff, humored. Richard cocked his head and tapped his pen against his notepad before shaking his head slightly, snapping out of it. “Sorry, it’s just… you look so familiar.”

You and Steve exchanged a glance, both of your eyes whipping to meet each other, before you broke away and looked back at Richard. You were both slightly unnerved by the comment. In a way, it was so nonchalant, a casual remark. But Steve wasn’t just any other guy who you’d say that to. Chances were, this guy was about to recognize just who Steve was. You almost wanted to cover for him, but you feared that doing that would make things too obvious. You’d let Steve handle this, although you could see the hint of nerves in the smile that appeared on his face as he shrugged quite convincingly,

“I couldn’t tell you why, honestly.”

Richard chuckled, huffing,

“It’s just, I swear I’ve seen you before, are you like— have you come here before?”

Steve just laughed, but you could sense his discomfort, and you squeezed his hand a little harder,

“Sometimes. You might’ve seen me.”

Richard nodded with a decided hum, then shrugged,

“Yeah, that’s probably it.”

Steve’s shoulders visibly slumped in relief, and you smiled quietly.

“Well, I’ll be right back with those drinks,” Richard, turning around.

Once he was completely out of sight, Steve sighed heavily, leaning in to you at the table.

“I think we should go,” was all he said, and you frowned slightly,

“We just got here…”

“I know, but that guy… listen, we haven’t paid for anything. Let’s just go. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I just don’t think—”

“Okay,” you cut him off, smiling calmly.

Things were going so well, you didn’t want Steve to feel like you wouldn’t listen to him when it was important. You also didn’t want him to worry too much. You could see that he was trying to refrain from sounding as nervous as he was because he didn’t want to upset you, so, out of respect, you decided you wouldn’t push him any further. This was the first time either of you had to worry that someone had noticed Steve, and although it could truly just be a fluke totally unrelated to his actual identity, neither of you wanted to take that risk. So, you just agreed with him.

Steve got up gingerly, and nodded at you to do the same.

“Come on,” Steve said, lacing his fingers between yours, a sense of relief rushing through you.

For a moment there, you feared that his anxiety might get the best of him and that he wouldn’t pay any attention to you, but he had proved you wrong. He gave your hand a squeeze as the two of you ducked out of the restaurant as nonchalantly as you could. When you were finally outside on the sidewalk, you both walked back to Steve’s car, not looking back.

The car ride home was silent other than the music Steve put on to distract himself from his thoughts. He truly was trying to remain stable rather than let his nerves get the best of him. He hadn’t quite let his guard down, but he also didn’t feel as if he’d be recognized. He was getting too comfortable— no, he was just doing what was right, taking you out and taking care of you. He wouldn’t let himself sink into blaming himself or anyone else.

You were both far past that, far from fear and holding yourselves back from what you truly wanted, which was to be together and feel like you could do that without inhibitions. You both understood the conditions under which you’d be meeting in person, and you understood that Steve needed to keep this under wraps for the sake of privacy and safety. You had grown enough not to let these conditions hinder you, you wouldn’t start now just because of a little hiccup.

“Steve,” came your voice, distracting him from the loop of thoughts replaying in his brain as you both walked into the apartment.

“Hm?” he turned to face you, and you grabbed his hand gently, a small, reassuring smile on your lips.

You led him to the living room couch and you both sat down, facing each other.

“Let’s talk about it, okay? You’ll feel better if you just talk to me about it instead of letting it bother you in silence,” you directed, and he took in a deep breath before sitting back and nodding understandingly.

You wanted to at least solve the problem before it spiraled into a bigger one, and if it meant you had to sit on the couch and talk about it, then so be it. You’d rather a hard discussion than any issues.

“It’s not that I’m paranoid, it’s just… I don’t want anything to be ruined because of me. You know, I’ve been enforcing all these rules and… I just care about our privacy and safety the most.”

“You do know that I’d never blame you for anything, right? You do know that?” you asked him, tilting your head as you waited for him to make eye contact with you and answer you honestly.

He did eventually, nodding and cracking a small grin,

“I know. I… I don’t want it to seem like one small thing would ruin my mood, I don’t want you to think I’m as scared as I used to be.”

“I don’t think you are though, Stevie,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek, your long acrylic nails gently running along his skin.

He seemed to calm down immediately from your touch, his facial expression softening, but you could tell he was still upset with himself. You grinned to yourself. You liked being able to make Steve feel better with just a trivial touch. You knew your presence actually meant something to him, and that sentiment meant everything to you. You knew he just wanted to keep you safe, especially considering the circumstances of your relationship, but you didn’t want him getting too worked up. You could handle yourself and Steve knew that, but having him next to you in situations like this was just a plus— after all, there was a reason why the guy only approached you once he’d seen Steve had left.

“It’s okay, Steve. Really. I get it, it’s unexpected and worrisome. Neither of us really were prepared for that. I think you handled it amazingly. Don’t think this diminishes all the progress we made, alright?” you let your hand slip down to his, and gave it a squeeze. “Because it doesn’t. Okay?”

“Okay,” Steve chuckled, and you could tell by the smile in his laugh that he was resigning.

He was truly enjoying spending time with you like a normal couple would. He wasn’t peeking over his shoulder, he was just being careful. But he knew the risks he was taking. And he knew he’d just have to roll with the punches, that he couldn’t let one moment change everything for the worse. You were practically reading Steve’s mind, because based on his reaction, you knew exactly how he felt, and you already had all the words you’d need to console him.

You held his hand tight, as if to remind him that he needn’t be so hard on himself or be afraid that you doubted him in any way. As if to remind him you weren’t going anywhere. He couldn’t deny that your touch made a considerable impact on his mood, as well as your presence. Just your presence seemed to radiate whatever he needed in the moment, and at that moment, it was calm.

“Don’t feel worried that you made the wrong decision by bringing us here today. I had the best time. This small inconvenience doesn’t fuck up the fact that I just had an amazing day with you, okay?”

Steve nodded slowly, though you could tell it took a lot for him to take the blame off himself. You weren’t sure that he was fully convinced, but at least he seemed a little less out of it.

“I’m glad you understand, YN. But I have to take responsibility. I’m not going to become all paranoid again, but I just think it’d be best to lay low for a minute and recover. I really do want to show you everything, I just-”

“Steve, calm down,” you tittered, shaking your head. “I don’t need to see everything. I came here to see you, not tour New York. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care. We could go out every day or we could stay in. I know you’d make the effort either way. Besides, we only have so much time left together, and I feel like you’ve shown me the entire world.”

It was true— Steve had proven to you that he cared time and time again, whether it was through flying you out or taking you out without you having to ask. It was the little things. The way he poured just the right amount of sugar in your coffee in the morning, helped you zip up your dresses in the morning, let you blast your music in the car. He seemed to think he needed to prove himself, and you wanted to show him that he had already done that, and more.

Steve chuckled, and you squeezed his thigh, kissing his cheek. He turned to face you, leaning in to kiss you on the lips this time. You shifted closer to him, leaning in until you were close enough to rest your palms on his cheek, climbing into his lap and deepening the kiss. Slow, passionate, and quiet, you sat there kissing each other. You kissed each other like you were trying to savor the taste of one another’s lips, like you were trying to remember it for the rest of your lives. You kissed like you were sharing secrets.

It was only a matter of time before you were taking off your shirt and kissing him harder, grinding against him and riding him slow on the couch in the bright daylight. You were gentle and slow, it was more like you were making love than just fucking. And by the time you were done, passed out and sweaty on the couch hours later, all your worries had been fucked away.

| | |

Tomorrow was your last day with Steve. You’d be flying back home to California the next day, and saying goodbye. But not just yet. You had all the time in the world to say goodbye, but today you were both devoted to spending a beautiful, eventful day together. Steve had stuff planned for you, and you had stuff planned for Steve. You had mutually agreed to skip all the crying and pouting, and just be happy for the experience instead. So when you woke up that morning next to Steve, who was still asleep, you were giddy to start the day.

Absentmindedly, you picked up your phone on the end table beside you. It was positively buzzing with notifications, and you were a bit thrown off by the sheer amount of them. You furrowed your eyebrows as you skimmed through the notifications from the bottom to the top— you had a bunch of missed calls from your parents, more Snapchat notifications on your regular snap than ever, and a plethora of texts.

You wondered if something had happened, chewing slightly on your bottom lip. Was everything okay at home? Did you post something meant for your cam site on your Instagram? A hundred various circumstances fled through your mind, but none of the situations you had made up could’ve prepared you for when you opened a text from Aaliyah with a picture attached. It read:

- Attachment: 1 image

- BITCH, THIS IS LITERALLY YOU!!!

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver vi - ace, jack, epel & sebek

If you're still doing holding the world writing— how about with Ace, Ruggie, Jack, Lilia and Epel?

- from Anonymous

Hi there!~ May I request "I can hold the entire world in my hands." with the first years boys? (Maybe Trey in exchange of Deuce?) . I love your writing!~

- from @silizu

Hi! If you haven’t gotten requests for this yet, I was hoping you could do the world prompt with the remaining 1st years. I love your writing with the TWST boys so much!

- from @tullia-daragona

A/N: Alright! I decided to just compile these three requests because they’re for the rest of the first years!~ These are the last “i can hold the world” requests in my inbox~ We’re almost completely done with this series! I’m a little sad that it’s almost over, but I’m also excited to share other projects--! I don’t want to spoil anything so please do look forward to it!

@silizu, thank you so much for loving my work!

@tullia-daragona thank you so much! i always worry if i capture their characters well, so messages like this really cheer me up! ^^

Without further ado, let’s go!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),

ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (this)

Ace grinned as he spotted you from across the gym.

“Lemme just greet them!” he said to Floyd and Jamil (the former of which had to be held back by the latter, because he saw you too and ‘but I want a hug from Shrimpy!’ ‘Yeah, no’).

"Hey!” Ace panted as he reached you, “were you watching practice?”

“Yeah!” you smiled up at him. “That was amazing Ace!”

“Stop feeding his ego...” Grim huffed as he curled up in your lap and promptly dozed off. You laughed as you stroked Grim’s fur.

“Can you stay the whole time?”

“Yup!” You raised your fist into the air. “I’ll be cheering you on Ace!” Ace shot you a self-satisfied smirk, and drew his face closer to yours.

“Won’t you give me something to encourage me by?”

“Eh? Is the promise of cheering not enough?” He shook his head rapidly.

“Hm...” your gaze wandered off briefly, before you looked back at Ace with a grin.

“Then, how about I tell you a secret~”

“Ah?” Ace tilted his head, “it would depend on the secret.”

“I can hold the world in my hands.” you whisper to him, and he pulled back--brow arched high.

“That can’t be possible. You said there wasn’t anything magic in your world.”

“Come on, humor me Ace.”

“Alright.” he crossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side. With a grin, you reached forward, and cupped his cheeks in your hands. His brows jerked upward.

“Tada~” you giggled at him. “I’m holding the world in my hands!”

Ace felt the heat rise up his cheeks as soon as your words sunk in. His heart skipped a beat at the way you grinned at him with genuine affection.

‘Cute,’ he thought, ‘too cute.’

He pulled away, his eyes flickered in the other direction.

“Whatever.” he said, with a pout. You raise a hand to your own face, as you giggled into your palm at his cute expression. His expression was embarrassed, and there was a bright red flush rising to his cheek.

‘Ace is cute too.’ You thought with a grin.

When he noticed your expression, his pout grew severe and he grabbed your face in his hands too.

“Ace--mhmp!”

He aggressively pressed your lips together, and your eyes instinctively slid shut. Ace nibbled lightly on your lower lip, and you felt the blood rush to your head at the sensation. When Ace pulled back, your lips were redder than usual--and so was your face.

He grinned, pleased with himself.

“Now, that’s encouragement.”

“Ace!” you protested, as your hands raised to your cheeks--you felt the heat that radiated from them. He winked, and with a snicker began to walk back to the rest of the team players.

“Hey [Name]!” you looked up, and he sent you a gentle smile that made the affection in his eyes shine brightly.

‘You’re my world too.’ He mouthed. Once you blushed, Ace felt his cheeks heat up too at his actions. He quickly turned away, and from a walk escalated his movement to a jog.

EXTRA:

You stared after your boyfriend, with loving eyes.

Grim, who had been jostled at your movement, just shot you a grumpy expression.

On the other side of the court, Floyd began to squeeze the life out of Ace.

“Aaaaaa~ Aaaaaaaa~ What was that? That was so disgustingly cute, I’m going to squeeze you--”

“Floyd, please let go of him...” Jamil sighed.

“Good work out there, Jack.” you clapped your hands for him as he finally stopped in front of you. He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement as he began to steady his breathing. He bent, and placed his palms onto his knees as he panted. When he turned to you, you were already holding out his jug.

“Thanks.” He said, as he popped it open for a drink.

“Wanna sit and take a break? I sliced some peaches for refreshments.” He did as you suggested, as he sat beside you. You handed him a small lunch box set with a fork for him to use. He hesitated for a moment.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

You smiled at that.

Though Jack sounded dismissive, it wasn’t that he didn’t want you doing these things--it was more like he didn’t need you to do these little things for him. He might not actually understand why you even want to always watch him during his morning runs--hang around with water and fruit during his breaks.

“Nah, I want to do this Jack.” you said, and when he furrowed his brows, you added “you’re my boyfriend after all. I want to these things to show you that I’m cheering you on.”

He immediately raises his unoccupied hand to hide the lower half of his face, his eyes flickered away from yours in embarrassment. However, with a quick glance--

‘Yup. His tail is wagging.’ you thought joyfully, before quickly making sure that when he turned back to you--you were looking at his face. No need for your boyfriend to know that he instinctively moves his tail around when he’s happy.

“I know you’re cheering me on.” He finally said, “but it’s fine if you don’t show up sometimes okay? I don’t mind if you sleep in... or something. A lot of the seniors tell me that I wake up insanely early so...”

“It’s fine. If I can make it, I will, if I don’t, I won’t.” you reach to lace your fingers with his. “I’m okay Jack. Anytime with you is worth it.”

He doesn’t look particularly convinced, but he nodded, and turned his gaze back to the fruit you had cut for him.

‘How do I convince him?’

“Hey Jack.”

“Yeah?” he asked, as he stuffed a fruit slice into his mouth.

“I can hold the world in my hands, you know.”

“Hah?” he turned to you, confused. “Is that... possible?”

“Sure is.” you chirped, “want me to show you.”

“Alright.” he answered slowly, as he ate another fruit slice.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you slid one hand underneath his chin, and slowly turned his face to look at you. He looked at you strangely, one cheek round, because he had stopped chewing at your action. You slid your other hand to his other cheek and beamed at him.

“Like this.” You said, “I can hold the world like this.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion, as he seemed to try and comprehend your statement. You see how he gets it by the way his ears and tail stiffen.

“Wait you--”

Then he proceeded to choke on the fruit slice in his mouth. He pulled away and doubled over as he coughed.

“Oh no--Jack, are you okay?” you frantically offered him a handkerchief and brought him his jug as his cough subsided to a wheeze.

“I’m--” he wheezed, “okay--just, give me... a minute...” he raised his other hand to his to feel his heart, and the way it’s rhythm had increased because of your statement.

‘How--how do you shake my heart so effortlessly?’

He wondered, as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. When you notice his glance, you shoot him a relieved smile, which made him feel his blush rise even further up his face.

“You--” You leant forward.

“I--what?” you tilted your head, and he cleared his throat.

“Did you mean that?”

“That you are my world?” You asked, and he blushed. Amused, you nodded, “of course I did Jack.” His eyes flickered away again, and you looked at his tail to notice that it began to wag gently.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t quick enough this time. When his tail suddenly stilled, you looked back at Jack to see his face was beet red.

“Was my tail...?”

“Eheh...” He abruptly stood up and began to walk off. “Ah! Wait! Jack! I’m sorry! I can’t help it! It’s so cute I didn’t want you to stop!”

“Don’t call me cute!” he called back, his ears folded back lightly against his head, and you barely thought of an ‘awww’ before he growled at you, his face becoming an even brighter red shade. He quickly came up to you, and wrapped you in his warm embrace.

“You... you make my heart beat so fast... and you’ve always... just known how I feel--I” your face flushed red (from his statement, or the way you’re pressed against his muscles--you don’t know) “I--I want to know your heart too.” he finished softly, and you giggled against his pecs (his pecs!)

“Silly Jack, you already know my heart!” you pulled back to look up at his flushed face. “I told you right? I love you.” he turned away, his ears twitched and his tail moved again.

“K..keep quiet. Please.”

Epel offered you another carved apple, which you happily took.

“Is it fine to eat such a pretty thing?” you sighed, as you stared in awe at the detailed rabbit in your hands.

“It’s fine.” Epel smiled at you, and you know how much he hated it--but your heart beats a little faster at the way the sunlight hits his lavender hair, and eyelashes. They make his blue eyes shine all the more--and it leaves you breathless.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Epel tilted his head, and blinked--his pale lashes tangled ever so briefly.

“I’m just glad I have you for a boyfriend.” you tell him with a smile. At that, a light flush rose to his cheeks.

“I’m not particularly strong, or masculine.” he finally said, as put down his knife. He frowned at himself in the mirror. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

Your heart twisted.

You’re lucky he lets you see his much more tender expressions--but Epel always struggled with his looks. Being someone who was raised in the farm, you could sort of understand that this perception was built by how his delicate features meant he was often coddled. Epel probably grew up with this perception that being skilled was better than being pretty--and that the scales weren’t in his favor.

It didn’t help he was placed in Pomefiore, where they prized beauty above all else.

But, Epel was forgetting one thing.

If anything, he truly did suit the House of the Beautiful Queen.

“Epel,” you leant forward. “Listen--I do really think you fit the House of the Beautiful Queen above all else.”

“What? What do you mean?” he frowned.

“The Beautiful Queen prized her beauty above all else, but.... being beautiful isn’t just about looking the part.” you said as you struggled to remember one of Vil’s many lectures, “Vil said it too right--that you have to also be skilled, to truly be beautiful.”

“I’m... I’m having a difficult time understanding.”

“I’m saying Epel--if there’s anything you really need to take away from the Beautiful Queen is this--it’s owning, claiming your beauty, and finding a way to use it to your advantage to come out stronger.” His eyes widened in response. “Being beautiful doesn’t mean being weak. You just need to learn how to use it to make yourself stronger.”

“Really? Is that what you think?”

You nod vigorously.

“Epel, you--” you paused, “look, I know how to hold the world in my hands.” He stared at you quizzically at the sudden change in topic, but you only smiled.

“Huh?”

“Here.” you gently cupped his face in your hands, and he froze--his already wide eyes become bigger as he looked at you. “You’re my world Epel. It makes me sad that you don’t see--you’re both beautiful and strong Epel. You’re not just one or the other. You’re both.”

Epel stared at you, startled--and in awe. The light hits your face, your eyes shimmer with pure love, and your smile is so kind.

His heart skipped a beat--at your unfaltering love and devotion, despite his own insecurities.

He doesn’t understand why people still call him beautiful, with you right by his side.

“I--thank you, [Name].” you beamed as you see that the way he looked at you meant that you had gotten your message across.

“That’s good!” you beamed, and as you pulled back your hands, Epel grabbed one and pressed a soft kiss against it. He reached his other hand to brush your cheeks as well.

“[Name]... I want you to know that you’re incredibly beautiful too,” he paused. “and I’ll kick anyone’s arse if they think otherwise.”

You felt yourself blush at that, and you ducked your head--you felt bashful.

“Thank you Epel.”

“And...”

You looked up at him, and he sent you a heartrending smile.

“You’re my world too.”

"Choose Sebek!” You demanded, with your arms wrapped around yourself. “Malleus or me?”

Sebek immediately sputtered in response, his face contorted into an uncomfortable expression which proved to you that he couldn’t choose.

(Somewhere behind you, Lilia let out a low “oooooh”, and Silver snorted himself awake, muttering “whazzat.” To which the fae actually ‘shushed’ him.)

At any other time, you would’ve shot Lilia an incredulous look, but you were busy staring at the stuttering student.

“That is... I--” he swallowed, his eyes darted around nervously before he met your gaze again.

“It’s fine Sebek.” you sighed, as you shot him a false smile. “I was joking.”

“You were?” Sebek perked up.

(”Of course she wasn’t!” Lilia said, the telltale sound of crunching made you twitch--was he eating your popcorn? Watching this confrontation? Like a drama?)

Sebek glanced behind you then looked at you again.

Of course you weren’t joking.

Well, half-joking really.

You had, earlier, complained to Lilia that Sebek would often still chose Malleus over you.

(”Then test him!” Lilia said, with an excited gleam in his eyes. For real--that old man loved his drama.)

So after being hyped up by Lilia, you had decided to ask him this question. You had wanted to know if he’d pick Malleus or you in an instant.

Some very insecure part of you worried endlessly that he’d immediately pick Malleus without a second thought, so it took all your courage to actually see what he’d chose. On the other hand, you really didn’t want to do this. Malleus was important to him--you got that but sometimes--

You wondered if you were any important to him as he was to you.

That he had difficulty choosing--’Well that meant something right?’ you thought to yourself. ‘That there’s a chance he might chose me.’

Though you were disappointed he hadn’t chosen you instantly, you tried to tell yourself to be satisfied with his indecision at least.

However, you’d make one thing clear to him...

“Listen, Sebek.” he flinched and met your gaze again.

“Yeah?”

“I can hold the world in my hands.” You hold his gaze steadily. “This is something Malleus probably cannot do.”

He bristled lightly at that, his instinct was to defend his lord--that is until you stepped closer and cupped his face in your warm hands.

“I’m holding my world.” You confessed, and he more than feels his face reddened at the realization--what you’re trying to get across to him--

‘I chose you Sebek.’

‘I chose you.’

Your eyes glimmered.

‘Could you choose me?’

Just as quickly as you held him, you let go of him and shot him a weak smile.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to say.” you said before you moved to take the seat next to Lilia. Sebek hesitantly took the seat next to you, and he would glance at you then down on his hands again.

‘You chose me... without thinking twice... I...’ his fist clenched, ‘why can’t I do the same for you...?’

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst ace #twst jack #twst epel #twst sebek #actually ace is the one who owns a braincell between deuce grim and him tbh #jack is cute and i want to touch his tail...#i would simp harder for epel if blavat sky didnt exist #in conclusion sebek is the hardest first year to write for #romantically atleast--im interested how they'll handle his character arc...#ai twst hold series

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lupinsx · 5 years

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What You Do to Me

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Ever since the beginning of your fifth year, Draco became unpleasant towards you, and you’re determined to find out why.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Kissing, but that’s about it.

a/n — Hello, this is my first writing prompt on here. Feel free to request a one-shot in my inbox and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible!

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"And then she had the audacity to run away! Can you believe her?"

A chorus of exaggerated gasps and responses echoed in the Slytherin common room. You gave a light chuckle at the nature of your friends as you took a sip from the bottle of butterbeer laying around before briefly glancing up at the clock.

Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Daphne, Draco, and you laid sprawled across the couches and floor of the common room. It was a usual thing for you guys to hang out there before curfew whenever an escape from studies was collectively needed. Given the intensity of a fifth year's workload, it was nearly every other day when you guys would gather together with some drinks for a couple hours. You weren't complaining, though — this is much rather preferred than working on Snape's essays.

You suddenly put down your bottle and stood up hazily while brushing down your skirt. Five pair of eyes instantaneously turned towards your way as you shot them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but I promised my brother I'd meet up with him and his friends in the library."

It wasn't uncommon for you to receive disapproving looks whenever your brother and his Gryffindor friends were brought up. You chose to ignore it, as they never verbally expressed their dislike towards them. Until now, when Draco Malfoy decided he suddenly had something to say.

“Those Gryffindors? You could do so much better," he remarked without sparing you a glance. You scoffed at his immaturity and crossed your arms against your chest.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion, Malfoy," You said, clenching your jaw. "Besides, they make better company than you do." He smirked to himself before turning his head slightly to meet your gaze. There was a moment of hesitation before his response, in which he simply scanned your face before staring into your eyes again.

With an infuriating grin plastered on his face, he said, "Please, we know the real reason is that you want to snog Potter. Your attempts are pathetic, anyone can see that."

Your face heated up with rage and embarrassment — How dare he imply that? "Go to hell, Malfoy," you muttered just loud enough to be heard before storming out of the portrait hole.

He was never this rude throughout your time at Hogwarts. You two were the least closest within the group, as you'd normally never speak to him unless it was alongside the others, but he still remained civil with you. It was only the beginning of the school year when this had changed.

He began giving you snide comments about your closeness with the Golden Trio and you being a Weasley. Most people didn't mind that fact, as you were still a Slytherin despite all of your siblings being otherwise, but Draco never failed to insult you about it somehow during any given circumstance.

You attempted to brush your thoughts of him away once you approached the library. However, the question of why he was being like this towards you remained in your head until the end up the night, making you fall asleep with a clouded head and a heavy chest.

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"Settle down, class, unless you intend on receiving a string of detentions," Professor Snape said languidly, silencing the room of Gryffindors and Slytherins. You sat next to Harry, with your brother Ron seated with Hermione behind you two. "Today, we will be brewing a particularly difficult potion in groups of two. Open up your textbook to page 394 as I put you all into pairs."

Harry gave a slight groan next to you upon hearing Professor Snape. You squeezed his hand reassuringly and offered an encouraging grin. You two would often pair up with each other, given how you have a greater talent for Potions than he does. A partner willing to lead most of it is often hard to come across when the pairs are pre-picked, to Harry's dismay.

Professor Snape began listing pairs of his piece of parchment, causing fear to erupt in the stomach's of most. You didn't pay much attention to the names being said as you pulled out your textbook. It was only until the last pairing when you hear your name being mentioned that you finally looked up.

"Y/N Weasley and Draco Malfoy."

You winced at the mention of your partner for the day. Turning your head tentatively, you glanced at Draco. He held an empty expression, void of any emotions indicating how he felt about the pairing. Upon noticing your gaze, he stood up silently to approach your desk.

"Let me know if he is being a dick to you," Harry said softly, squeezing your shoulder before leaving his seat. You notice the glares Draco gave to Harry's departing figure and rolled your eyes, gesturing him to sit down.

"Don't miss your boyfriend too much," Draco said with a scowl on his face. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. He never quits, does he?

"I'll get the ingredients, you set up the cauldron," You muttered, not wasting any time to get up and briefly depart with him. You quietly groaned in anger once out of his earshot. Out of the twenty-something students in the class, you, unfortunately, had the luck of being with him.

While muttering some less than appropriate words to describe the platinum haired boy, you grabbed the ingredients listed in your textbook. Unicorn hair, you thought to yourself as you try to locate it along the shelves. Upon seeing it in the uppermost compartment, you sighed before placing your materials down and reaching for it.

Come down already! you thought to yourself as you stood on tiptoe with your arms extended. Still, you barely managed to brush your fingers on the bottom of the container. As you contemplated giving up and simply calling someone else to grab it, you felt a presence appear behind you.

Dangerously close behind you.

You could feel their breath tickle the lobe of your ear as they reached for the ingredient with no hassle. Their hand seemed to delicately brush over your outstretched arm on its way down, making shivers appear instantaneously.

You lowered your heel and dropped your arm by your side. Your positions lingered for a brief moment before they took a step back and you turned around. That's when your eyes met a pair of ash-gray ones boring into your own.

For a moment, the room was still, or it at least appeared to be. Nothing else was registered in your brain besides those foggy eyes in front of you. You wanted to take a picture, to capture the beautiful sight, but you knew regardless it would be implanted in your brain for life.

Suddenly, Draco diverted his eyes with a slight cough saying, "You looked like you were struggling." He then strode across the room to return to your desk, looking solely at the work in front of him. As you gathered your materials swiftly and returned to your desk as well, you failed to notice the tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks, similar to your own.

The rest of the class was spent in silence, avoiding his occasional glance and trying to ignore the harsh beating of your heart.

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It was nearly a week after the Potion's incident, and you haven't come across Draco since. To be fair, you were also doing your fair share of avoiding — coming to breakfast and dinner earlier than usual and leaving when the crowd came, as well as hanging out with the Gryffindors more often than the Slytherins. But Draco hasn't been attending the get-togethers in the common room before curfew. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the Earth.

As you turn the corner in an empty corridor with no clear direction in mind, a tall figure colliding with yours abruptly broke your trance. You fell on your butt and grimaced. Why must this happen to me, you thought in mild pain. Your eyes were too squinted to notice the hand offered in front of you.

Suddenly, the person grabbed your forearm and lifted you up onto your feet. You stumbled for a moment, gripping onto their shoulder for balance, before your eyes fell on the face of the stranger.

Fate was being real funny today.

Draco stood in front of you, making you hyper aware of lack of space between you two. You immediately retracted your hand from his shoulder, but his grip lingered on your arm for a moment before he took it off. Then, he simply scowled at you and rolled his eyes before walking away.

"Watch where you're going next time, Weasley."

You let out a dry chuckle, amazed by his duality. One minute, he'll be extremely close, staring into yours eyes softly. The next, he'll be acting like an absolute git, taking any chance to insult you.

Before he managed to get far, you grabbed the end of his tie and pulled him back so he was at eye level with you. You glared at him for a moment before speaking slowly, "What is your problem with me?"

Draco gulped tentatively, meeting your harsh stare with his striking silver eyes. After a moment of him simply taking in the appearance of your eyes, he opened his mouth to speak. "It's what you're doing to me."

You paused, your grip loosening on his tie as your expression morphed into one of confusion. "What am I doing to you?" you asked in a soft whisper. You didn't know how to react to his statement — you generally steered clear of him unless he spoke to you first. What could you have possibly done to make him hate you?

Draco pulled his tie out of your hands and stood up to his full height. He then took slow strides towards you, making you backup to maintain some space apart. Eventually, your back had hit a wall, and there was no avoiding his strong gaze when there was merely centimeters between you two. He raised his arm to the spot of the wall next to your head, partially trapping you in this position.

"You wanna know what you're doing to me?" He tilted his head very slightly, searching your face for any sign of emotion. "You're running through my head every minute of every day. You're making my heart beat rapidly and my face red at the mere sight of you. You- you're making me feel things I've never felt for someone before."

There was a slight pause in his speech when he simply gazed into your eyes, observing your reaction. Your lips parted slightly in shock, your eyes widened, your cheeks painted with crimson. He took that as an opportunity to continue, in a breathy whisper, "That's what you're doing to me."

Your outer expression displayed merely surprise, but you were jumping in glee on the inside. You have always liked Draco since the second year. You admired his confidence and pride, his sheer ambition, and admittedly, his handsome appearance. Upon hearing the revelation, it's natural that you'd feel quite joyous.

Still, you had to remind yourself of his behaviour during the past two months. Clearing your throat in an attempt to briefly mask your feelings, you said in a sarcastic tone, "That definitely excuses how you've been treating me this year."

Draco's face suddenly turned pale as his eyebrows furrowed in regret. He looked down, ashamed of himself, and dropped the arm trapping you to his side. He mumbled an apology under his breath and stepped back sadly.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you threw your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you once again. "Don't worry, I forgive you," you said, slamming your lips onto his before he could respond. His eyes widened as he stood still for a moment, but he quickly melted into your lips and brought his arms around your waist shortly after.

The kiss started off passionate, filled with the raw, unadulterated desire built up inside them over the years. He gripped your waist as if you would flee when he let go, and he kept bringing you impossibly closer to him. However, it gradually developed into a sweeter, more slower kiss as it went on. You melted into his arms, and neither wanted the moment to end.

After what felt like a century of having your lips connected, you finally pulled away, heaving a euphoric sigh. His breathing was accelerated, and your lips were red and swollen. A grin slowly stretched across his face, and a laugh other than the sarcastic ones you were used to hearing was released. An airy, untroubled one, which sounds absolutely magnificent.

The moment was suddenly disturbed by a loud bang. You and Draco abruptly pulled apart, looking at the surprise visitors. At the end of the hall, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood shocked, and a textbook laid on the floor in front of Ron's open arms.

"You and Draco are d-dating?" said your brother with a horrified grimace painting his face.

Draco faced you with a slight smile. Grabbing your hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze, he prompted, "Only if you'd like to."

"Of course. What more would I want?"

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a/n — Horrifyingly enough, I almost deleted it. Thankfully I put it in a google doc. Anyways, reminder that requests are open! Thank you for reading :)

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco one shot #draco malfoy one shot #draco fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter one shot #writing #my prompts #draco x reader imagines #draco malfoy imagines

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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 4 years

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Guilty, Part 2

Title: Guilty, Part 2 of 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Barnes-Rodgers!reader

Warnings: Bucky is a grumpy dad™️, Peter is an even sadder boy, and anxiety I guess??

Summary: Peter is worried the dangers of being Spiderman's girlfriend are too much for you.

Authors Note: Here's the second part to @lou-la-lou 's request. The italicized paragraphs are a flashbacks! If anyone has any other requests for me, feel free to send them in, and if you have them in my inbox already, know that I am working on them, I swear! 😂 I feel like its kinda rushed, ngl, but here we go! ENJOY!

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"Come on out Parker, I know you're up here," Bucky called out to the outwardly vacant rooftop. He swung his legs over the side of the Tower calmly and waited.

"Uhm, I'm good. Thanks." he heard Peter squeak nervously from behind him. He chuckled a little at the evident panic in his voice, and patted the spot next to him.

"It's okay kid, I'm not here to hurt you, I just wanna talk."

Moments passed, and Bucky could practically hear the gears of fear and curiosity winding inside the young spiderling's head as he contemplated things. Bucky sighed, his patience running thin.

"Come on Peter, you know that if I wanted to harm you that I would've done it already."

After a few more moments and a mutter of something that sounded a lot like 'that's comforting', Peter eventually sat on the ledge next to Bucky.

Well, actually he was a good six feet away from being next to him, but Bucky would take what he could get.

"So," he broke through the silence, eyes focused out towards the sky rather than the blue and red clad figure sitting beside him. "What are you doing here kid?"

"Oh I was just out on patrol and so ya know I was like in the-- in the neighborhood so I just thought I'd drop by," Peter cleared his throat, stuttering awkwardly through what was so clearly an excuse. Bucky chuckled.

"Kind of a long way from Queens though," he drawled amusedly. "And I'm sure you 'stopping by' has nothing to do with the fact that you can very clearly see Y/N's bedroom window from here."

Peter's flush was instant.

"Oh no-- that's not -- I wasn't--" he stuttered frantically, waving his hands wildly. Bucky let him go on for a while -- a sick sense of glee filling his chest as he watched his daughter's ex-boyfriend panic. Eventually he raised his hand, and Peter instantly fell silent.

"C'mon kid, let's not start this out with a lie. Why don't you tell me why you're really here?"

"I just...wanted to check and see if she's okay," Peter murmured after another pregnant pause, voice so quiet he was barely audible. Bucky turned to face him more fully, and felt a little of his lingering anger dissolve at the look of utter sadness splayed across the young boy's features.

"She's not." Bucky replied firmly. "But I think you would've already known that, seeing as you were the one to end things."

"Yeah I know," he muttered. Peter's hand flicked towards his face, gloved fingertips batting away a few of the tears he'd let escape. "But I didn't really have much of a choice."

"So I've heard," Bucky hummed. "I think I know why that is, but why don't you tell me why you think that is."

Peter paused, tear-filled eyes staring off into the distance as he contemplated his next words carefully. Bucky let him think, taking the time to study Peter's face more fully in the meantime. His eyes were puffy and red from his tears, but the dark purple circles under them made it clear that this wasn't the first time he'd cried recently. The skin of his face was paler than usual, and his cheeks looked a little gaunt.

All in all, Peter looked miserable.

If he were being honest with himself, Bucky would have to admit that the sight of his pain was a little satisfying -- after all, he was the reason Y/N had been so heartbroken lately. But it was the look in the young boy's eyes that kept him from feeling too smug. It was the same dull, lifeless look that he'd seen in his daughter's eyes for weeks. Bucky couldn't help but feel his heart reach out for the kid as he noted his evident suffering.

"I thought she'd just be better off without me," Peter's soft reply broke him out of his thoughts abruptly. "I mean, you saw what happened with those girls. All because of me, because of Spiderman, and I just thought if I cut things off now then hopefully she could just...I dunno, move on? Find somebody new, someone normal, that way she'd always be…"

"Safe?" Bucky supplied quietly. Peter's eyes snapped to the older man's face, expression one of complete surprise. He nodded slowly before casting his eyes away once more.

"Yeah," he managed to reply, voice cracking as his tears began flowing once more. Bucky sighed, scooting closer to him and placing a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder. Peter jumped a little at the contact, but he didn't move away like Bucky expected. They sat that way for a few minutes -- Peter sobbing quietly and Bucky sitting stoically next to him.

"Did I ever tell you about the first time I held Y/N?" Bucky asked plainly. Peter sniffled, head turning upwards to face the older man in surprise.

"N-no sir. I don't think we've ever actually talked before today," Peter replied slowly.

"Yeah, that's probably true," Bucky chuckled. "But it's worth telling now."

Peter nodded, eyes still trained on Bucky, a look of confusion overtaking his features.

"Well obviously Steve was the first one to hold her -- he barely waited until they hosed her off before he snatched her up," he recalled fondly, chuckling a little at the memory. Peter too cracked a smile at the mental image, and Bucky scored himself an imaginary point for managing to keep the kid from crying for a minute.

"But when I finally managed to pry her away from him long enough for me to hold her, the very first thing I felt was this overwhelming sense of love. But almost immediately that love led to this feeling of terror," he continued, the smile sliding from his face. "I mean, there she was -- just the tiniest little thing you'd ever seen, her entire body fit practically in my hand she was so small. I was overcome with complete panic when I realized just how fragile she was. I just stood there for a minute, picturing all of the terrible things that could happen to her, that sweet little alien-looking thing. How on earth was I supposed to keep her safe, when so much of mine and Steve's lives were filled with constant danger?"

Peter didn't move an inch, his entire being enthralled by Bucky's story.

"I struggled with that a lot when Y/N was younger. Hell, I'd be lying if I said I didn't still struggle with it -- I think that's a big part of why I'm so protective of her now, as I'm sure you've noticed," Bucky smiled wryly. To his credit, even though Bucky could tell Peter was fighting the urge to scoff he merely nodded dumbly in response. “Yeah sorry about that I guess? I mean I’m not, but I feel like I should say that.”

Peter chuckled a little at the brutal honesty, the slightest hint of an amused smile quirking at the edges of his lips. Bucky gleefully scored himself another mental point before he continued.

“I spent every second I could with her after we brought her home, just watching her sleep and making sure she was safe. They say parents don’t get any sleep with a newborn, but I legitimately didn’t sleep for more than an hour at a time for almost a month. Unless I knew Steve was awake, I couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes off her. Eventually I got so burnt out that I had a full blown panic attack and Steve finally forced me to take a break. He all but locked me in our room, and wouldn’t let me come out until I’d finally gotten some decent rest. It was hard, but I knew in my mind that he was right -- while I was stuck in there I wound up doing a lot of thinking. And do you know what I realized?”

Peter shook his head, brown eyes wide and locked onto Bucky’s face as he breathlessly waited for the answer. Bucky looked him directly in the eyes, pausing for a moment. He wanted to ensure that Peter heard and understood everything that he was about to say.

“Even though bad things might happen to Y/N because of our lifestyles, she was better off with us than without,” Bucky stated firmly. Peter’s face scrunched in confusion for the briefest of moments but Bucky saw a flash of understanding pass through his eyes. The young boy glanced away, spurring Bucky to continue. “True, I couldn’t and can’t protect her from everything, but she was gonna grow up with the biggest, strangest, and most loving family a kid could hope for. Not to mention the fact that she was born into a family full of extremely capable superhumans and assassins that would literally kill for her. Sure she was going to inevitably run into problems from time to time, but as long as she had us to teach her and protect her then I truly felt she would be alright.”

Peter swallowed thickly and the two sat silently for a few minutes as they let the gravity of Bucky’s words sink in. Sometimes it was all too easy to forget just how young Peter really was, but he'd never looked more his age than in this moment. His eyes were cast downward and his tear soaked lashes were so long that they rested across his pink-splotched cheeks as he cried. Bucky patted his back comfortingly as he waited. After a few moments, Bucky internally wondered if he should continue, but Peter spoke up before he had a chance.

“But don’t you ever-- I dunno, feel like guilty?”, Peter blurted out curiously. “I mean even just that little fight was enough to freak me out completely. I can’t...I don’t ever want her to get hurt because of me.”

“I get it kid, I used to feel the same way,” Bucky exhaled through his nose, a soft chuckle unintentionally bubbling out of his throat at the insinuation. “But believe me, I learned very early on that if Y/N wants to get into a fight, then she will. I think she takes too much after Steve, the two of them are so damned stubborn that they almost make me seem like the level-headed one.”

Peter laughed out loud for the first time all night, and Bucky would be willing to bet it was the first time in much longer than that. He chuckled along with him, slightly proud of the look of fondness that took over his boyish features.

"Yeah. Yeah that's probably true." Peter chuckled.

"Mmmmhm. So, you feeling any better kid?"

Peter nodded earnestly, fingers brushing away the last of his tears.

"Good," Bucky hummed. "Now, I'm going to need you to fix things with my daughter, otherwise you and I are going to have a very different kind of conversation. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes sir," Peter replied meekly, an audible gulp escaping the poor boy. Bucky grinned widely, clapping his hand on his back once more.

"Knew I could count on you."

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Peter couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy.

Sitting on the couch, you were wrapped so tightly around him that he couldn't hardly tell where his limbs ended and yours began. You were curled up in his lap, his arms cadging your back firmly against his front as his face rested into the crook of your neck. There was some movie playing on the giant tv in front of the two of you, but Peter wasn't paying attention to it at all; he was too awestruck by his sheer luck, eternally grateful to be with you again after so long.

Even though he couldn't see your face from his position, he could tell that you were on the verge of falling asleep. Every few minutes your fingers would pause on their trek up and down his forearm and your head would roll even further backwards as you drifted asleep before snapping back upwards once more. He chuckled fondly at you, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek as a feeling of warmth spread throughout his entire body.

"You're exhausted sweet girl," he murmured into your neck softly. "Go ahead and sleep, I can tell you're fighting it."

You shook your head stubbornly, adorably clinging to his arms even tighter at the insinuation.

"M'not," you protested through a yawn. Little butterflies swirled in Peter's tummy at the sound of the pout evident in your voice. He placed another kiss to your cheek, unable to contain the feeling of joy that'd been coursing though him since he'd first gotten you back in his arms.

"You are though," he chuckled.

"I don't wanna sleep," you argued. "Too afraid this was all just a really good dream."

Peter's chest immediately felt heavy, arms winding around you more securely at your whispered confession. He understood exactly what you meant. To be perfectly honest, he was having a hard time believing this was real too.

He knew it was probably just teenage dramatics, but the two weeks that he’d spent without you felt like the longest weeks of his life -- weeks spent in absolute misery. It’d seemed like the only solution at the time, but he’d had an increasingly difficult time justifying that choice when not being with you had been so difficult. He was honestly reaching his breaking point long before your dad had sat him down to talk about things, so it didn’t take much convincing on Bucky’s part to get him to change his mind.

But now, as he found himself perched outside your bedroom window he couldn't help but worry that he might've done permanent damage to your relationship. He felt his heart shrivel and harden at the prospect that you may not forgive him, but he couldn't possibly blame you for it. Hell, he'd hated himself since the moment he ended things.

He was only outside your window in the first place because as soon as you'd realized it was him, you'd swiftly slammed the door in his face. He'd tried pleading with you through the wood, but he couldn't tell if any of it was getting through because (outside of some choice swears) you hadn't said a word in response. So, desperate and on his last chance, he'd crawled outside your bedroom window, hoping that even if you didn't speak to him that at least he'd be able to see your face again. Ignoring the weight that settled in his stomach as he took note of your reddened eyes and tear stained cheeks through the glass, he'd focused on saying what he came there to say. You simply stood in the middle of your room stoically with your arms crossed as he rambled on through the pre-planned speech he’d come up with as he tossed and turned all night.

Eventually he reached the end of his hastily prepared monologue, and he fell silent, waiting anxiously for you to respond. The seconds that passed felt like hours as you contemplated things, and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest as he cautiously appraised your every move. A stab of fear and defeat ripped through his chest the moment he realized that you weren’t going to budge. Fresh tears welling in his eyes, he turned to leave, the feeling of defeat and sorrow weighing heavily on his limbs until he felt an actual weight on his arm.

You grabbed his wrist before he’d even moved an inch.

Glaring at him as your own tears slipped silently down your cheeks, you dropped his arm before opening the window wide enough for him to fit through. He sniffled and shot you a desperate look, to which you responded only by rolling your eyes and motioning for him to come inside. Once he'd scrambled through, he could only muster up enough courage to stand wordlessly in the once familiar room as he waited for you to make the next move.

"You're an idiot."

Though your words were biting, Peter couldn't help but think to himself that, after not hearing your voice for weeks, they were the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.

"I know," he swallowed thickly. You scoffed, fingers swiping your cheeks angrily to remove the lingering traces of your tears as you stared him down.

"What you did really sucked," you continued crossing your arms protectively in front of your chest. "And just because I get why you did it now doesn't change that."

"I know," he agreed, tears silently beginning to fall from his eyes. You sucked in a shuddering breath. "You're absolutely right, I'm an idiot."

You chuckled a little bit at his admission, your arms dropping by your sides.

"I wish you would've just talked to me. Told me what you were feeling, you know?" you replied in a near-whisper. "Cause just getting cut-off from you all at once...it really sucked."

Your bottom lip began to tremble and fresh tears began to run down your face uncontrollably. Peter swore he could actually hear a crack echo in the small room as his heart broke at the sight of you. Unable to physically handle the distance between the two of you for a moment longer, he wasted little time in crossing the short space and pulling you into his arms.

To his immense relief, you allowed him to pull you into his chest easily, your arms wrapping around his body just as tightly. He thrust his face into your messy hair, and your face buried itself into his chest instantly. It wasn't long before he felt your hot tears seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt, but he really couldn't care less at the moment. Especially given the fact that he was sure you could feel his own tears soaking through your hair.

"I-I'm so sorry Y/N," he sobbed, his voice muffled from the way he pressed his face to your head. "I'm s-so sorry angel, I'm such an idiot. I hated every single second I wasn't with y-you, and I swear I'll never do anything like that ever again."

Your only response was to pull him impossibly closer to you, your arms practically clawing at his back in the process.

The two of you had stood like that for an immeasurable amount of time, sobbing into each other in that dramatic way only teenagers really could, until eventually both your eyes had run dry. Then you just talked. First about the whole situation and then about everything the two of you had missed about the other in the time you weren't speaking. Peter had come to see you early in the morning, but by the time all was said and done it was already the early evening. Despite the fact that the two of you were exhausted, neither one of you were willing to part just yet and thus you'd wound up where you were now, cuddling in one of the Tower's many common rooms.

Peter exhaled tensely, your quiet admission sending a stab of guilt deep into his chest. He kissed the top of your head apologetically.

"I'm so sorry y/n," he murmured against your hair. "I can't explain how sorry I am that I've made you feel like you can't count on me anymore."

You were so silent that, for a moment, Peter thought you might've finally succumbed to your evident exhaustion. It wasn't until a few moments later that he felt you snuggle deeper into his hold and place a delicate kiss to his cheek that he realized you hadn't. He couldn't hold back the large grin that overtook his face nor the raging blush that began creeping up his cheeks at your sweet gesture.

"S'okay Petey," you mumbled, clearly on the verge of dozing. "I mean, it's not, but you can just give me constant cuddles from now on and then we'll be good."

Peter let out a breathy giggle, feelings of amusement and affection surging through his chest at the determined, and yet sleepy tone of your voice. He felt your breaths even out, and he placed a light kiss to your hair as he listened to the slow, comforting thumping of your heartbeat.

"Don't worry angel, already planning on it."

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"Buck, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Steve whispered, stopping dead in his tracks and pulling his husband to a stop through their interconnected hands. Bucky frowned a bit as his eyes scanned the room, wondering what could've possibly been behind the pure shock lacing Steve's tone. They were on their way out, intent on spending some time alone together for the first time in a long while, and Bucky knew something big must've caught his husband's attention if he was making the time to stop.

"What?" he questioned confusedly after finding seemingly nothing amiss in the common room. Steve nudged him gently, wide eyes darting towards one of Stark's insanely expensive leather couches as if to say 'there, look over there dummy!'. Bucky felt his brows furrow deeper as he struggled to process what could possibly have his husband so worked up. It was just Y/N and Peter, the two of them sitting disgustingly close to one another as they idly watched some movie on the Tower's practically movie-theater sized tel--

Oh.

Steve grinned at the sight of the two of them, squeezing Bucky's hand excitedly as he watched them.

"That's great, I didn't know they were back together, did you?"

Bucky merely grunted in response, rolling his eyes and feigning nonchalance whilst internally feeling exceedingly relieved that things would hopefully go back to normal now. He felt so light, in fact, that a deep chuckle burst through his chest before he could stop it-- although he quickly covered it with a cough.

The sound of him clearing his throat did not go unnoticed, Peter lifted his cheek slightly from the top of your head to look at the two super soldiers. His face immediately broke out into a furious blush, and though he would normally scramble away from you at the sight of your dads, he didn't move a muscle. Instead, he simply smiled nervously in their direction.

Steve's face broke out into an even bigger grin, and he nodded curtly at the young boy before looking at Bucky with a very smug 'I told you so' face.

Bucky rolled his eyes in fake annoyance, but shot Peter a knowing wink once Steve turned away. He scored himself a final mental point for sorting things out with Parker as he allowed his husband to pull him towards the door. The teen smiled and returned his attention to your sleeping form, feeling much happier than he had in weeks.

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ahgasescenarios · 5 years

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Shameless Gawking Pt. 2- Johnny stylist!au

Word count: 1k

Genre: smut

Plot summary: When you’re hired to style NCT127’s new comeback, you find yourself a little too attracted to infamous Johnny. What will he do when he catches on to how much you’ve been staring at him all day?

Previously…

A hand dragged you into one of the stalls and you voiced your surprise.

“Jesus Christ, Mark was that necess-“

You interrupted yourself when you saw, not Mark, but Johnny standing before you. Your brows contorted into the signature look of bewilderment.

“Johnny?”

“You see, (Y/N) you’ve been sending me here all alone all day, I thought it was about time you’d join me.”

“What are you-“

“Oh come on, don’t you think I’ve noticed you eye-fucking me all day? You’re not exactly subtle, sweetheart.”

You looked down nervously, you had been caught red-handed. He lifted your chin, that cocky smirk making a comeback on his lips.

“I didn’t say I minded, did I?”

You were frozen on the spot.

“Answer when I’m talking to you, kitten.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Now, now what am I going to do with you? Shamelessly gawking at me like that when all my members can see…”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. He was enjoying every second of this.

“That deserves some punishment, wouldn’t you agree?” He pulled you towards him, squeezing your ass. Your breath was caught somewhere in your throat and your mind was clouded by a fog of emotions; you had not expected this. But you couldn’t say you didn’t like it, this is exactly where your mind had been hinting to all day.

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You were at a loss for words. Was this really happening or were the two Redbulls you had downed earlier to stay awake finally kicking in? Regardless, you had no idea what was happening, but you weren’t hating the idea of playing along.

“Yes, Johnny.”

“Good girl.” He smirked. “Is this what you wanted hmmm? For me to fuck you right here so all my members can hear how good I make you feel? Was that what you had in mind, (Y/N)?”

Hearing such lewd language coming from the man of your dreams elicited some desires buried deep inside which had remained dormant for much too long. You could already feel how badly you wanted him, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Remembering his previous warning, you spoke up.

“Are you that confident?” You challenged.

“Oh, (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N), what am I going to do with you, kitten?” His eyes bore into yours as he scolded you, eyes glistening with lust.

He finally brought his lips to yours in a burning, breathless kiss. Your head was spinning by the time he broke away, merely moving his target to your neck. His lips found your sweet spot, sucking and nipping at the skin. You caged your lip in between your teeth, desperately trying to avoid any sounds from spewing out. Johnny noticed this and ran his thumb along your lip so your teeth would let go. A moan slipped out, adding fuel to Johnny’s ever-growing ego.

Johnny shifted his attention to your lips, initiating a full-blown make-out session. You weren’t one to complain, the man was a hell of a good kisser. You tugged at the sleeve of the vinyl jacket you had assigned to him and he got the hint, tossing it to the side of the “room”. You were glad that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, it had been quite a useful wardrobe choice if you may so yourself. Your teeth trapped your lip once more as you drank in the sight before you. You couldn’t get enough of him and Johnny sensed this, his trademark smirk returning to its home.

“Now, now, kitten, are you just gonna stand there gawking or are we going to have some real fun?” He threw your way. You licked your lips in anticipation and took off your clothes.

“Someone’s eager.” He was a cocky bastard. But you couldn’t care less at the moment, after all- girls had needs too.

“Oh, shut up.”

And you fulfilled your own request, pulling Johnny’s face to yours and connecting your lips once more. The tension in the air was more than palpable and you had been patient enough. You wanted him and you wanted him now. His lips traveled to your exposed breasts, teasing your nipples until you were squirming under his touch.

“Johnny, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me already.” You breathed out, blatantly impatient by now. He had his fun, now you wanted the real deal.

“Alright love, whatever you say.”

His eyes never left yours as he took off his pants slowly, way too slowly for your liking and finally, his boxers. His erection sprung free from its constraints and you were almost salivating at the sight. Damn his ego, you needed him bad.

“Are you ready for me though?”

His fingers traveled to your heat and the wetness on his fingers sufficiently answered his query.

“You’re sure about this right?” His gaze suddenly turned soft and you nodded (a little too) enthusiastically.

“Just remember you asked for it.” With his cocky demeanor back, he practically slammed into you earning a whimper from you. He was stretching your walls so deliciously; you already knew he hadn’t been lying early. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before he started thrusting in and out of you at a ruthless pace. You were overwhelmed in the best way possible.

“Are they-” Mark’s eyes widened when he heard your loud moaning from the other room. The rest of the group looked at each other with disgust translating from their eyes.

“Oh god, I wish I could unhear that,” Taeyong whined.

“Quick, let’s get out of here before it gets worse,” Taeil suggested. Everyone agreed.

“So much for no more trauma…” Yuta sighed, following in suit.

Johnny’s speed had your head spinning until he stopped altogether. You pouted.

“Turn around baby, I wanna take you from behind.”

You raised your eyebrows but obeyed and laid your hands on the wall for support. You cursed his initiative once he was inside you, this stretch felt so much better than before. One of his hands laid on the small of your back, holding you down while the other reached between your bodies for your clitoris. You yelped once his finger landed on the spot and he took this as a sign that he was doing it right.

“Fuck Johnny-“ He got the message loud and clear, and soon thereafter you came all over him, your walls clenching around his already pulsating shaft. He hissed at the new tightness, his movements becoming sloppy as he reached his high himself. It took you both a moment to recover, bodies pearled with beads of sweat. You didn’t know if it would be okay to hug him so you settled for staying in your corner, turning to look at him.

“Come here.” He beckoned you forward and graced you with a kiss. “That was amazing.” His arms wrapped around your smaller frame afterward, holding you close.

“I’m curious though, why did you decide to leave me shirtless for the music video?”

A blush crept up on your already reddened face as you mustered up an answer.

“Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to see you shirtless?”

He chuckled a warm, peaceful sound.

“Well you did much more than just see, am I right?” His playful nature shone through his words, etching a cheeky grin from you.

“About that, um, I don’t know if you think this was a mistake and it’s totally cool if you don’t want to-“

“(Y/N). I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t want to get to know you okay? I guess my instincts just got the better of me.” He laughed. “How about I take you on a date? With clothes on this time.”

“I’d like that.”

A/N: the much-awaited smut part of this scenario is finally revealed, surprise!! Jk but I do hope y’all enjoyed this, I love me some Johnny smut. And thank you so much for the love and support on the first part, it really made my day 😊 I’ll be trying to write one scenario per week from now on so don’t be shy to leave any requests in my inbox. thank u!!

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 5 years

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Hi I love your work sooooo much! Can I have a scenario where Katakuri trying to ask out his shy crush but something always happens but he gets his happy end

Hey sweetie, sorry it took so long but I had to start all over twice because I didn’t like what I came up with. Hopefully this version is to your liking^^! And I legit have so many Katakuri scenariorequests in my inbox, I don’t know where all that thirst is comingfrom lol xD

Katakuri scenario- Double D- Wanna Donut Date? (aka what even are titles Idk sorry xD)

…It wasn’t unusual for CharlotteKatakuri to mess up when it came to social interactions. Many of theolder children liked to link his inability to communicate with peopleoutside of the family to the fact that even at a young age he never even tried making friends, and while most of the Charlottes bloomedsocially he continued to stay introverted and only surrounded himselfwith family, and… well, donuts.

And most of the time that wasn’texactly a hindrance to the tall man. After all, he never needed‘friends’- especially those that only wanted to spend time with himwhen he was hiding his face and played along with the perfect pictureeveryone had of him. No, he didn’t need anyone else. Ever. So, whywas he here now? Inside of a clumsily build mochi house within his dinner room, with soaked,mushy donuts lying on the floor and tea spilled all over his pants? Eventhough he was all by himself and with no chance of anyone intruding on him,his scarf was pulled up as high as possible, almost reaching hiseyes, and completely covered his mouth, nose, and rosey cheeks. Hishand, which was previously spilling holding his cup of tea, now madeits way up to his temples, promptly massaging them as a low groanescaped from his throat. Today was not his day. Infact, this couldvery well make the list of the worst days he’s ever had (and itwasn’t even noon yet!)…

Everything started out so simple. Sousual. He got up, got dressed, got hungry and left his mansion to buysome breakfast donuts from the bakery around the corner. Today was aspecial day however, since they offered Red Velvet Donuts with aspecial sugar glaze, and the mere thought of them already made Katakuri’s mouth water. He wasn’t the only one looking forward tothem of course, and even though he always got up pretty early by thetime he reached the bakery there was only one left. An extra largeone on top of that, since it was kind of an unspoken rule that thefinal donut, aka the biggest one, was reserved for the minister. Themere sight of the giant treat caused Katakuri to quietly sigh withanticipation as he placed his offer, aside from the Red Velvet Donuthe also ordered a dozen different ones to gobble up for breakfasttoday. Everything seemed so perfect, so wonderful… and then heprepared to leave.

Carefully holding the huge bag ofdonuts (which was still considerably small compared to him) with hisleft arm, Katakuri turned around, towards the door- and just then the bell rang.

A new customer stepped inside- a youngand fragile looking woman who was holding a small piece of paper inher hand, her eyes quickly began to wander around the interior until her gazeshifted up to Katakuri, and with a shy smile and quick bow shegreeted the large man.

Good thing his scarf was covering upmost of his face, because by the time her eyes reached his there wasa rather large red hue covering part of his cheeks as he cleared histhroat and muttered a quick greeting.

The woman was none other than (Y/N), a shorttime citizen of Wheat Island and Katakuri’s 'secret crush’ as hisyounger triplet brothers would often refer to her before the secondson could shut them and their immature teasing down.

Although deep down he was aware thatthey spoke the truth to some extend, he was still unable to fully admit itto himself, especially since he 'barely’ knew her…

„Uhm, excuse me?“ a velvety voice suddenly tore through the silence.

…by the time he snapped out of his'daydreaming’ the young woman had already strolled past him and wasnow standing at the counter and curiously eyed the displayed treats.Katakuri could feel his face cool down a bit and once again preparedto leave, when her next sentence suddenly caught his attention.

„I know I am a bit late, but do youstill have any Red Velvet Donuts left? Uhm, I heard they were reallygood…“ she asked shyly and began to fidge with her hands. Clearly just asking this seemed to make her uncomfortable, and the red hue on hercheeks only deepened when the baker answered with a negative response.

„O-Oh, I see. Ah that’s no problem, Iguess I just came by a bit too late…“ the young woman thencontinued and instead ordered two simple, chocolate glazed donutsinstead. Katakuri could tell that even though she tried to pretend tobe fine, there was a hint of disappointment reflected in her eyes, andwithout even thinking twice about it the tall man quickly strolledback to the counter and stopped right next to her.

(Y/N) seemingly averted her gaze as shewaited for her order to be done, and by now the few other peopleinside the bakery turned to look at the two people at the counter.

Katakuri continued to stare at her fora few more moments, completely unaware that his intense gaze justincreased the young woman’s level of confusion and discomfort, whenhe suddenly began to roam through his bag and pulled out the largeRed Velvet Donut.

Although the delicious smell of thetreat caused some drool to escape from his mouth and soaked hisscarf, he held himself back and instead bowed down so he could bemore on her level.

„Miss (Y/N)…“ he muttered throughhis scarf, and the mention of her name caused the young woman tofinally look up and meet his gaze as the blush on her cheeks deepenedeven more, and for some reason she was almost preparing herself to get scolded…. but what the tall man said next caught her even more off guard.

„what are you doing later today?“Katakuri half asked/muttered through his scarf, one of his eyebrowsnow raised in what seemed to be… anticipation?

„E-EEEEHH?!?!“

her voice was as highpitched as that ofa chipmunk as the young woman looked up at the minister, any sort ofrefinement was gone and a shocked expression settled on her face.

And then- silence.

This wasn’t the response Katakuriwanted- no, anticipated- and now he was unsure on how to continue, sohe simply remained silent. Maybe she would continue…

But she didn’t.

Not only did the other customers stareat the two, but the baker himself took a step back and looked on asthe two people at the counter were seemingly having a stare-off.

Nobody seemed to know what was goingon, and after a few more moments of very, very awkward silence,Katakuri stood up and straightened his back while clearly avoiding tolook at the woman infront of him.

„….Here.“ he simply muttered andbasically shoved the huge donut into her arms, causing (Y/N) toalmost stumble backwards and fall on her butt, before he was quicklyturning around and finally exiting the bakery with a few large steps.

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And now, here he was. As soon asKatakuri returned to his mansion, he immediately went inside his hugedinner room and build himself a small mochi house, something he hasnever done before, but because of today’s previous embarrassment hefelt so insecure that he needed to pull up another wall to seclude himself.

His breakfast donuts were thrown on theground almost immediately, the tea he had previously prepared hadgone cold and in a meekly attempt to take a sip he not only spilledthe contents of his teacup all over himself but the donuts as well.

Another groan left his lips and wasinstantly muffled through his scarf as he leaned back and closed hiseyes, trying to forget about the event of the morning.

The worst part of it all? This wasn’tthe first time something like this had happened.

The tall man had made multiple attemptsto ask the young woman out, but each seemingly ended in yet anotherdisaster- most of the time it was like today, he would attempt to'flirt’ with her in his own 'unique’ way, she wouldn’t understand himand then there was just silence until he eventually stormed off. Itwas always the same, yet part of him refused to just give up.'She would be worth it’ he kept on telling himself, and even thoughKatakuri had NO IDEA what would happen if she actually said yes and agreed to go on a date with him, he just… kept trying.Moments like these almost caused him to wish that he was as much of asocial butterfly as some of his other siblings, who seemed to be ableto flirt oh so smoothly and always with success… the mere thought just further caused his mood to drop as he continued tosulk for a few more moments when suddenly his doorbellrang.

Katakuri raised an eyebrow with mildcuriosity as he was wondering about who might have come to visit him.Perhaps it was just Oven or Daifuku who somehow found out about whatwent down at the bakery this morning… that thought alone caused alow growl to escape from the tall man’s throat as he slowly exitedhis shrine and made his way over the door, mentally preparing himselfto look into the teasing faces of his two younger twins…

But instead, it was (Y/N). And in herhands what seemed to be a basket filled with Red Velvet Donuts… Hergaze was focused on the ground, and as soon as the door opened shetook a deep breath and slowly began to look up at the minister.

„Uhm, pardon me, Lord Katakuri…“the young woman began, clear nervousness strained her voice as shemoved a strand of hair out of her face.

„I… I just wanted to thank you. Forthe donut! Ehm… I’m sorry and wanted to let you know that it’s… okay. I may be a new citizen of Wheat Island, but that doesn’t mean thatyou have to let me have your food!“

Confusion made its way onto Katakuri’sfeatures as he eyed the basket and then the young woman. Hold on…

Did she believe he gave her the donutbecause she was his citizen, and he wanted to satisfy her since itwas his duty…? If so, then that means she really misinterpreted what he was trying to do once again… A sigh left his lips as hemomentarily closed his eyes, carefully thinking about what to saynext. He clearly didn’t want to mess up again like back at thecafe…

„That’s not it, (Y/N). It was a gift,and the reason why I wanted you to have it was… I might… uhm… like…“ Katakuri tookanother deep breath as his mind was swirling around like a hurricane,and his throat felt oddly dry all of a sudden… He noticed the youngwoman looking up at him with confusion this time, and he knew that hehad to act fast or this would escalate into another awkwardencounter… So with a quick shake of his head, Katakuri decided to try and finally ask her out.

„I meant to ask if you were doinganything later. Because today’s weather is rather promising and it’sperfect to climb the Donut Mountain,“ he continued, and Katakurinever felt more relieved that his scarf was covering up his nowburning cheeks, „only very few people have been to the top. And since you’re new and all.. ifyou have time and feel like it… I would gladly be your guide.“

Realizing what it was he was offeringher, (Y/N) quickly looked back down as a deep red hue now covered herown cheeks as well. Oh, so that was what he was after…

„O-oh! So uhm… you meant to askme… out on a rendezvous earlier? Oh no, I’m so sorry for making things awkward!” the young woman quickly exclaimed and put the basket down infront of him before looking up with a shy smile, “uhm, please, take them regardless! And climbing Donut Mountain together sounds… lovely! I-I mean I would like that really! There’s nothing I had planned for today, so if you want… we could go there right now…?” she continued and played around with her hair a bit.

A sigh of relief immediately left Katakuri’s lips as he nodded down at her and picked up the basket.

“Of course. Just give me a moment to change, uhm… this attire isn’t really fit for climbing or hiking.” he responded and finally remembered the tea stain on his clothes… good thing (Y/N) appearantly didn’t notice that yet… Instead the young woman gave him a nod as Katakuri turned around and entered his mansion again, this time with a small smile on his mouth.

He may not have people skills like his siblings, but maybe it would be enough this time…

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godlydolans · 5 years

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so can you do a blurb where ethan and the reader really want to make love but she is so insecure because the last time where she almost lost her virginity the guy stopped because he didn’t like her body? pleaseeeeee

I’m so sorry for being an asshole and making you wait for a hundred years before I posted this. I have said this so many times that I feel like a broken record but I was just so unmotivated to write. I am slowly getting back into writing so I will try to post every blurb request I have in my inbox. Thank you so much for being patient with me and I hope you like what I came up with.

His lips left heated kisses against her collarbone, working his way up to her spotless neck. His fingers dug into the curve of her waist as he held her body flush against his, holding her as she hovered over his lap. Her own fingers were lost in his hair, tugging and pulling whenever he would squeeze her waist too tight, Gosh did it feel good, having his lips on her skin, kissing, sucking, nibbling on her sensitive neck.

Don’t stop him, don’t stop him this time.

She’d been chanting the same mantra over and over in her head from the moment she and Ethan abandoned the movie they were watching and decided to they wanted to spend the nigh kissing and if possible, making love.

Ethan had been ready for what felt like forever. The boy is smitten and he has no shame admitting to that fact. Y/N is so amazing, she never fails to take his breath away even when she’s not trying to. Everything from the way she wears her hair to the way she speaks, and throws her head back when she laughs, and the way she never runs out of witty comebacks for every sassy comment he throws her way, and how she sings in the shower and sounds like an angel, to how she always smells so divine, is so mind blowingly sexy to him.

She so much as walks into the room and manages to give Ethan a raging hard on.

He knows he has the same effect on her because he sees how her face goes red and she bites her lip when he whispers in her ear everything he wants to do to her body when he has her under him in his bed, how he wants to worship her beautiful body if she lets him. He sees how well her body responds to his touch whenever they make out.

But making out is the farthest they had gone till date. They had been dating for four months now and Y/N had made it very clear to Ethan that she wanted to wait. He had no problem with that, the man has been patient with her and will continue to be for as long and as she wanted him to wait. Tonight though, it seemed like he would finally get to have her. He could feel it in the air, in his bones, that tonight, she would not ask him to stop.

Don’t stop him.

Y/N kissed him long and hard, letting him guide her hips to grind on his hard on torturously slow. She was soaked down there and her breath hitched every time Ethan’s hardness brushed over her clothed clit. She desperately wanted him to lay her down and have his way with her. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her. She’s wanted him for so long, it hurts but the fear of getting rejected always stops her in her tracks.

Even tonight, no matter how many times she told herself to not stop him, her eyes stung with tears and her heart stopped in her chest when Ethan’s hands bunched up her top at her hips. He didn’t remove the material off her body right away even though he could have done so easily. He stopped and looked into her eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation, signs that would either tell him to stop or keep going.

His heart broke when he saw tears in her eyes. His hands immediately let go of the ends of her top and moved up to cup her face.

“Baby? Please don’t cry.” Ethan whispered, brushing away a tear drop that rolled down her flushed cheek. She sniffled, pressing her lips together in attempts to prevent them from trembling. “Hey. It’s fine if you don’t wanna do it. I told you I have no problem waiting-“

“I want to, Ethan.” Y/N admitted shakily, making thousands of butterflies erupt in Ethan’s stomach. Colour rushed to his cheeks when she said she wanted him, something she hadn’t admitted to him yet. “I really want to do it but I’m so scared..”

Y/N looked down as her voice trailed off. She didn’t know how to tell him. Would he understand? Ethan is a god, so attractive that she sometimes feels the need to pinch herself to make sure he is not just a dream, a figment of her imagination, a mirage. The fact that he is hers and he showed interest in her blows her mind. Guys like Ethan Dolan don’t even spare a second glance to girls like her. How did she manage to score this amazing man? She doesn’t even know.

Because he is so beautiful and has always been beautiful, she didn’t think he would understand her insecurities if she told him about them. But the way he lifted up her chin and made her look into his worried eyes made her want to break down in his arms and tell him everything there is to know about her. The good, the bad and the ugly.

Tonight, she would be starting with the ugly.

So taking a deep breath and keeping her gaze locked on his since he was still holding her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, Y/N started talking. “I dated a guy three years ago. His name was Ian. We had met through mutual friends, had been dating for about two months when I first undressed in front of him. We weren’t having sex or anything, I had just taken off my work uniform and changed into comfier clothes while he was in the room.” She moved her gaze own to Ethan’s chest, a far away look in her eyes as she remembered that day. Chuckling, she shook her head. “I used to be somewhat confident back then and I had mad feelings for him. I had expected him to like what he saw but a few days later, my friend overheard him talking to his friend about me. She was sitting behind him in this cafe that we all went to. He was talking about how he couldn’t date me anymore because he got a glimpse of what lies underneath all the layers I wear and it was not what he’d expected. He said and I quote, “She was standing before me, nearly naked and my dick couldn’t even get hard.””

Ethan’s jaw clenched so hard at her words, he felt the pain of his teeth clattering against themselves in his head. Y/N hadn’t lifted her head up since she bowed it down to look at his chest and he could see a fat tear drop barely hanging onto her eyelash. Her Adam’s apple bobbed when she tried to swallow her tears and Ethan felt pain in his own heart.

He couldn’t bare to see her cry.

“I’ve never been intimate with someone after that incident. You are the first guy that made me feel like I’m attractive and trust me, Ethan I really like you. And you are absolutely flawless, both inside and out. I don’t want you to get disappointed when you see me without clothes so I’ll just tell you right now. I’m not the supermodel type. I have a tummy and my thighs are big too. I have boobs and ass but there’s not one part of my body that doesn’t have stretch marks. I don’t have popping collarbones, neither are my hipbones-“

Before she could go on any further, Ethan curled his fingers into her hair and brought her lips down to his with such an urgency that startled her, causing her to let out a gasp in his mouth, clutching onto his bicep. The passion-filled kiss made her head spin and she was shocked to the core because of it. Out of all the things she had imagined Ethan would do after she told him about her flawed body, shutting her up with a kiss was a reaction she had not expected.

So when Ethan let go of her sweet lips with a pop and found her eyes widened with surprise, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “God, woman!” He let his hand glide down her soft thigh, his other hand going to grip her hand. “You’re crazy if you think you are anything other than pure perfection.”

She blinked, not knowing what to say to that.

Ethan took her hand that he was holding and pressed it against his wildly beating heart, letting her see for herself what her mere presence does to his heart. “You hear that? Feel how fast my heart is beating? It goes crazy like this when I so much as think about you. You, Y/N Y/L/N, have gotten me absolutely whipped for you and I didn’t think I’d have to tell you that, considering how everyone who knows me knows that already. I thought you knew it too but you clearly don’t if you think I’ll feel anything but absolute awe and a raging erection if you were lying naked in my bed. You really don’t know how beautiful you are, huh?”

Y/N is not the over emotional type, she rarely cries but sitting on Ethan’s lap, listening to him talk so highly of her like she was the only girl in the world, made her eyes well up with tears. Did she really deserve this angel of a man?

“Ethan?” She placed her palm on his cheek, making him lean into her touch.

“Yeah, angel?”

“Make love to me?”

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kilyra · 5 years

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You Were Alone

Chief Jim Hopper (Stranger Things) One-Shot

A/N: After re-watching Seasons 1 and 2, this popped in my head and wouldn’t leave til I wrote it out. And I don’t call it by name, but it’s absolutely about a demodog that tore the place (and to a lesser extent, the reader) to shreds before the story starts. Literally no one asked for it except my imagination, but thank you so much for @suitsofwo3 for proofreading, I sincerely appreciate it!

A horrific dog like creature couldn’t have just destroyed your apartment, and you are in the middle of convincing yourself you’re crazy when Hopper shows up.

Warnings: Somewhat graphic descriptions? Spoiler free though other than the demodog description! (I have opened up requests to take Jim Hopper and other ST characters, but I won’t have S3 until the end of this July 4th weekend, so please no spoilers in my inbox!)

If you want to be on my tag list for this or any character just let me know!

The wall. It was all that existed.

Or rather, the hole in the wall was all that existed.

As you sat on your dining room chair, guarding the hole with the still-bloodied carving knife in your hand, it was all you could focus on. The rest of your apartment, hell the rest of the world, fell away into a meaningless blur behind you.

Not that it mattered. If what you thought happened, did actually happen, the world wasn't what you thought it was anyhow. Or you weren't. Either way, it was better off a blur.

You were so drawn into your own looping thoughts that you didn't hear the police pounding on your door. You didn't notice the building super letting them in and gasping at the state of your suite. You didn't even realize three cops were standing over you, trying to get your attention as two of them palmed the guns still in their holsters.

Fingers snapped by your face causing your eye to twitch but you refused to look away.

“Y/n. Hey, Y/n.” The firm voice floated over your head and it wasn't until a face blocked your stare that it all started to register. People were in your home. People you knew.

Jim Hopper.

His steely blue eyes searched your face, looking for a flicker of recognition as his lips pursed into a slight frown. Blinking rapidly, you stared past him. Through him. A small part of your mind called out to acknowledge him, to say something, anything. But there was a blanket of numbness over you. You were there but removed, like you were watching everything through the eyes of someone else.

“Okay, Y/n. I need you to put down the knife now,” he said as he cautiously reached towards you.

As his strong, thick fingers slowly clasped around your hand, you finally broke free. Jolting from the contact, you jumped in the chair as your heart started thudding against your chest.

Startled, the officers drew their guns, but Hopper's hand held tight. Slowly, your eyes dropped to the knife as Hopper pried it out of your grasp.

You felt naked. As your eyebrows drew together, it was all you could do to stop yourself from lunging for it.

Keeping his eyes on you, a disgusted look briefly crossed his face as he addressed Powell and Callahan. “Guys, seriously, you think you're going to need those? Just...go check the rest of the apartment and bring back a clean towel.”

Both men hesitated, sharing a quick, unsure look between themselves.

Finally, Hopper looked up. “Go!”

In an awkward scatter, they left the main room to search the rest of your home. But they wouldn't find anything. You were alone.

Once they faded into the blur with the rest of the world, Hopper turned his attention back to you. His eyes flickered towards the knife before he nodded to the large pool of blood in the kitchen entrance that turned into a dragging trail leading towards the wall. “Wanna tell me whose blood this is?”

Flashes came back to you. Small dog creature blocking the door, chasing you down. Splitting head, gnashing teeth, tearing flesh. Pain. Blindly stabbing, slicing through its neck. Pain. Blood. So much blood.

But it couldn't be real. Because you were alone.

After a minute of silence, he nodded to your arm. “Okay. How about telling me who did that?”

Your arm was still burning but you couldn't bring yourself to look at it. The creature had you pinned and when you blocked it, it bit down, wrapping its...face petals...around your arm. Face petals?

It couldn't be real. Whatever you were remembering, had to be wrong.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you finally followed his stare to your arm. The bleeding had slowed, but your skin was torn, almost shredded in spots with small puncture wounds dotting around the worst of it.

Your stomach flipped and you looked away.

“I'm alone.” The words came out quiet and shaky. Even to your own ears, it didn't sound like you.

Hopper's eyebrows lifted as you spoke for the first time, but it was quickly smoothed away by a faint squint. “So what are you saying?”

Taking in a deep breath, you straddled the line between panic and control. Speaking up, you tried again. "I'm saying, I'm the only one here. The door is locked, the windows are closed, and there is no other exit. So I...It was me. Just me...just me...just me...just...”

It felt like your lungs collapsed, forcing all of your air out and strangling the last of your words with it. Clamping your mouth shut, you took a shuddering breath in through your nose, breaking the soft mumble of your repetition.

“Chief, we're clear. There's no one else here,” Officer Powell said quietly as he came to stand behind you.

“Yeeah and nothing was out of place either. Well, except for here and...well and the kitchen," Officer Callahan added, his nasally tone drawing out the words.

“That so?” Hopper's voice quieted your continued murmur. Pacing the room, he didn't let his focus linger long on any one spot, giving no indication if he noticed anything of importance.

“See? I did this. I cut up the wall, I cut up myself ...That makes sense...” Tears sprung to your eyes, and you swallowed heavily as you fought to keep yourself in check. Slowly, you started rocking in the chair, growing uncomfortable under everyone's scrutiny.

Hopper's shoulder sagged as he forced out a hard exhale and roughly grabbed the towel from Callahan's outstretched reach. Crouching in front of you, his eyebrows drew together just enough to soften his hard expression. Sharp waves of pain shot through you as he gently wrapped your arm, but you were too weak to fight it. The pain didn't even make you cry out. It was the least of your worries.

“How about you just tell me what happened. The version that doesn't make sense." It was so casual like he was asking for a recipe and not an explanation for the bloody, battle-torn scene in your living room.

But you couldn't bring yourself to answer. That version...the one that didn't make sense...started out with your wall pulsating and stretching towards you like it was a slick membrane and not solid wood. And slowly, before your stunned eyes, the white paint turned to a translucent purple, letting you see the horrifying, faceless dog creature that was tearing at the thin barrier. From inside the wall. That version had the creature bursting through in a spray of slime and splinters as you scrambled towards the kitchen, running purely on fear and instinct.

That version was the shit in movies, not reality. It's the version your mind came up with after you snapped and went on a self-harming rampage. It just had to be.

“No. Because it doesn't matter what I saw. Because it can't be what happened and you'll just think I'm crazy.”

Narrowing his eyes, Hopper stayed focused on his make-shift bandage. “Try me.”

“No, Hop. Look at this place. It's clear, I-I'm crazy. I'm cr-”

Keeping his hands around the towel to hold it in place, Hopper's face was impossible to read as he looked up at you. “I never said that.”

“No. I-” Your breath hitched and the tears blurring your vision finally rolled down your cheeks. Everything seemed to freeze as all three men quietly stared. Their eyes weighed you down, making it so hard to breathe...

“I said that. I-I'm because...because it's the only thing that makes sense. It's been a bad year and this...this was just me.”

Lightly chewing on his bottom lip, his eyes trailed to the side before he sighed. Tucking your arm into your lap, he stood up and nodded towards the door. “Why don't you guys give us the room and, uh, go take the super's statement. Find out what all he heard.”

Callahan's face pinched tight with confusion. “Chief? I...don't know if-”

“Give us the room.”

Powell was already at the door, even before he was dismissed again with a bark. Shooting Callahan an annoyed look, he followed him outside and secured the door behind him.

Looking back at you, his low, gravelly voice quickly lost its sudden bite. “What did you see, Y/n?”

On some level, you wanted to tell him. You wanted to blurt out every last confusing and horrifying detail. But the mere thought of saying it out loud started a tremble deep in your gut. Soon, every part of you was shaking and a cold sweat broke out over your skin.

Running his hand along the scruff of his chin, he watched you quietly come unglued. Squeezing his eyes closed, he nodded as his tongue darted out over his lips. “Fine. How about I tell you what I see?”

Silently, you hugged your arm against your chest.

Jerking his thumb towards the towel, he calmly started. “First off, those wounds aren't clean cuts from a knife, they're tears from clawing or biting. So, unless you had time to floss and get your nails done before we got here, it's not self-inflicted.”

The logic wasn't comforting. But it did force a pause in your slow rock against the chair.

As he stepped towards the dark pool of blood, your pulse started to pick up. “And, I see blood. Such a significant amount of blood in fact, that if it had actually come from you, we wouldn't be talking right now.”

“Blood that then trails through the living room and stops at the wall like something was dragging itself across the carpet before disappearing in the hole. The hole which, by the way, you couldn't have made. Because even if the knife didn’t break off in the drywall…hell, even if you had yourself a sledgehammer...this, right here, see that? It's all splintered outward. That hole wasn't made from this side.”

Making his way back to the damaged wall, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, flicking it open with a loud snap.

You flinched.

But he had your full attention as he ran the cloth along the rough edge of the hole. When he pulled it back, you could see the slime glistening from where you sat, even before it started to drip in long strands to the floor.

“And, unless you ate buckets of rotted fish and threw it all up, this wasn't you either. So let me be clear here, Y/n...you are not crazy. And I need you to tell me what happened."

It was real. Your mouth ran dry as the realization set in like a pair of icy hands wrapping around your heart. Colours pulsated around the edge of your vision and you distantly realized you'd welcome fainting about now. The rocking started again and all you could hear was the rushing in your ears.

“Two legs, or four?” Hopper threw the question out suddenly.

“Four.” The answer popped out of your mouth before you even realized he asked anything. Freezing, your eyes snapped to his and you caught his slight nod.

“About waist height or...?”

“No. It was smaller. Not even to my knees,” you said, your voice growing quiet.

Letting the handkerchief hang on the splinters, Hopper stood in front of you and lowered himself to one knee. Resting his forearms over his propped leg he stayed close but made no move to touch you. "This is important, Y/n. You're doing good but I need you to describe it to me, colours, fur...what did it look like?"

You could see it so clearly it chilled you to your core. “I...no fur. It was grey skin. I think? It was dark in here I don't...I don't know. But its face. It...it didn't...”

“It didn't have a face.” His tone was flat – he wasn't asking, he was stating a fact.

“Until it did. But then it was...all teeth. All...” Slowly you brought your free hand up by your face, fanning your fingers away from your cheek, trying to mimic what you saw.

Hopper's jaw set as he watched your gesture. Standing suddenly, his voice was gruff. “I have to go.”

Your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. “No...Hop, please.”

For a moment, his face seemed to fall as he saw the panic streak across your features. Reaching down, he clasped his hand over yours and gave a reassuring squeeze. “It's going to be okay...Powell.”

Within seconds, the door opened as the officer popped his head in. “Yeah, Chief?”

“Powell, I need you to get Y/n to the hospital. But don't tell them anything other than it's a sensitive, ongoing investigation.”

“Well, that's easy since I don't know anything,” he muttered under his breath.

“Don't go.”

With a sigh, Hopper knelt in front of you again, as he carefully freed his wrist. Putting your hand on your knee, he lifted his eyebrows and gave your fingers a final squeeze. "You're going to be fine. Powell is going to take you and I'll meet you at the hospital, I promise. But listen to me...don't say anything, you hear? You're not crazy, so don't go and get yourself in trouble, okay?”

Patting your shoulder as he got to his feet, Hopper took long strides out of the room. Somehow, you felt even more alone in a world that wasn't what you thought it was.

But, for what it was worth, you weren't crazy.

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queerhargreeves · 5 years

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Big Brothers Need Help Too

Diego’s usual stoic silence lasts longer than normal. His siblings take notice, because of course they do.

sOOO tumblr ate the inbox request?? a wonderfully kind anon asked me to write a diego-centric fic where he doesn’t talk for a while and the siblings take notice!! i’ve been in a writing rut for a while, but this prompt broke me out of it. dear anon you are like my diego-angst soul mate!!! so pls, if you’re out there and wanna talk diego......im all ears!!

The Hargreeves siblings have been together post apocalypse for a few months now. And they’re mostly okay. They’re alive, and that’s all the matters right? Well, almost everyone is. Grace and Pogo are gone, but billions of lives are not. Hell, even Ben is as back as he can be. They’ve spent the last few months healing in their own ways.

It’s been a tough six months for all of them. Vanya’s training has been long and intensive, but she’s gotten stronger. Her siblings have forgiven her for everything even if she hasn’t fully forgiven herself. She probably never will. Diego insists on giving her a ride to every rehearsal, making sure she gets to the auditorium and back safely. Allison and Klaus drag her out of her room and makes her join them on their nail party nights; even if she usually settles with a clear top coat or nude color she will happily paint Klaus’ nails nine different colors.

Luther, the most aloof and ignorant of them all, has finally started to accept that he is a victim of trauma: A victim of Sir Reginald Hargreeves, just like his siblings. He’s been ashamed of being seen for so long that he would purposely isolate himself from his brothers and sisters. He knows what he’s done to hurt them, what Reginald drilled into his brain was the correct thing to do. He’d flinch at any contact with his siblings, retracting so quickly as if their touch burned him. They all notice, because of course they do. He’s getting better about it though. With Klaus sprawling his legs over his knees on the couch and Diego’s shoulder massages after their sparring, how could he not. Their casual touches is slowly bringing the big man out of the shell that he’s never stepped foot out of before.

Allison’s life as America’s Sweetheart came to an end. The power that destroyed her life has been forcibly stripped away. This new loss, this disability, is something she’s had a hard time coming to terms with. Her brothers and sister help her in every way they can. Diego was the first to go to an ASL class with her, the rest of the siblings promptly went after. Vanya would always offer her voice to talk to her daughter, to be her interpreter.

Five, the man who went through literal hell for the sake of his family, is now learning how to actually exist. Being a person is so much harder than he had ever imagined. He was focused for so long on one thing: surviving. Five never really thought about what to do after that. He doesn’t remember a life before ashes, fumes, and a sea of nothingness. He doesn’t remember a life before killing, before taking orders. Diego is the first person to notice when Five gets lost in his head at the dinner table, his fork shaking lightly in his hand and his eyes looking far off. He’s somewhere else. Diego would simply lay a gentle hand on the smaller man’s shoulder. It was grounding. Five doesn’t quite know who he is yet, but shopping trips to the mall with Allison and Klaus and movie nights with Ben and Vanya are certainly good places to start finding out.

Ben, although he’s only able to be corporeal for 7 hours max a day, has had to do his own adjusting. Sometimes he forgets he can be seen, touched. The touches can be overwhelming, the locked eyes too intimate. Diego and Klaus are patient with him. They understand that sometimes he just wants to be corporeal and alone and they give him the agency he deserves to do so. But he’s grateful to be apart of his family again even for a little while at a time.

Klaus has been sober for six months, the longest he’s ever gone since he was 13. He has never been able to go longer than 30 days without relapsing so 188 days is a huge feat. His siblings have held him through the terrible dope sickness, the bone rattling shakes, the nausea. Allison would silently tuck herself in his bed in the middle of the night after hearing him scream in the middle of the night, muttering heart wrenching words about war and his lost love. He’d sob in her embrace as she’d run her hands thru his curls, whispering kind affirmations until her throat begged her to stop. Diego would and has dropped anything to take the man out on a late night drive. Klaus wouldn’t even have to say a word. All it took was one look at his brother for Diego to know he needed to get out. The house, the mausoleum, had so much history - there were just too many of them. It didn’t matter where they went, Diego would drive for hours until if it meant Klaus would fall asleep in silence and safe.

Then there’s Diego. The now ex-vigilante has been one of the most solid constants for his siblings over the last six months. He’s been there for them through each of their traumas, their coping, and their recovery. He’s been an anchor for each of them in his own way, never asking for a thank you or any recognition of the sort. Diego has always been the softest of them all, not that he would ever admit it. Before their rankings were enforced, before they were taught that emotions were a sign of weakness, Diego was the most empathetic of the bunch. He’d pick Vanya up when she fell and scraped her knee in the courtyard, helping her over to their mom for a band aid. He’d always play tag with Luther and would let him win when he could see he was getting frustrated at losing. Diego was always a good, kind brother in his own way.

Which is why it shocked Klaus that no one noticed until now. Diego had never been much of a talker unless he was angry and felt the need to be defensive. His nonverbal communication was usually enough. And he’s been less angry, working on his impulse control and actually thinking through his feelings instead of immediately acting on them. A silent pat on the shoulder, a hug, a nod towards the door to signal a car ride was all it took for his siblings to know his intentions.

But this? This went beyond Diego’s usual causal stoic silence.

The siblings were sat around on one of their three living areas, the only one with a TV. Diego, Klaus, and Ben were on the three seater couch with Diego cushioned in the middle. Vanya and Allison curled up on the floral loveseat and Five and Luther sat on their own recliners. They were watching Disney movies, per Allison’s instance that Five be educated on some of the classics he had missed out on. They were on movie number two, Bambi. Vanya and Diego’s favorite.

“Hey Di,” Klaus started, voice soft as looked up from his place on Diego’s chest to meet his deep brown eyes, “Why is Bambi your favorite Disney film? It makes sense for Van, but I wouldn’t expect something like Bambi to be your cup of tea.”

Klaus could feel Diego’s body tense at the question, pursing his mouth in thin line before he settled on a quick shrug of his shoulders. Klaus cocked his head, not finding that answer completely satisfactory. There was no witty comeback, no snide remark. No backlash. Why isn’t he saying anything? The more he started to think about it, the more he realized something.

Diego hasn’t said a word all day. Wait, scratch that. He actually can’t remember the last time he heard his brother say anything. Something that hasn’t happened since they came home from an interview where Diego stuttered through an answer and was forcibly shoved in the tank for 36 hours.

“C’mon bro, this is a safe space and all.” Klaus shifted from his spot on Diego and straightened up, turning his body so he could look his brother straight in the eyes. “Tell me. Why is this your favorite movie?” He asked again, louder this time. Diego didn’t know how long ago the movie got paused but what he did know is that he wished he didn’t give Five the remote privileges for the night.

“Diego?” Vanya piped up, her voice small but full of concern. “What’s wrong...are you..?” She trailed off. This was so unlike her big brother.

Diego opened his mouth, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His tongue was jammed in his mouth and nothing but strangled grunts escaped his lips. He gave up after a few moments, closing his eyes tight and sighing softly. He started to shrink in on himself, his usual usual strong presence turning into anything but.

“Oh Di.” Ben wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Diego gave another shrug, his body releasing some of the tension he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Diego, how long has this exactly been going on?” Five asked cautiously, his voice lacking it’s usual edge and snark.

The six siblings watched as their brother struggled to form words. They all saw the shame start to wash over his face. He was becoming more red as each second passed. Diego started to close in on himself, but Ben’s arm was keeping him from completely slipping away. They knew he was almost scared of their reactions of what would come out of his mouth.

“Please, Diego we just want to help. It’s...it’s okay. Like Klaus said, safe space.” Luther affirmed, leaning forward from his seat and placing a firm grip on his knee and giving it a light squeeze. Allison cleared her throat until Diego met her eyes and gave a gentle smile.

“Please, we love you.” She signed and mouthed.

He took a deep breath, trying to remember what his mom told him all those years ago. Just picture the word in your mind, right? He knew his trigger letters, he knew to speak out the exhale of a breath if his stutter was particularly bad.

“S-since M-mon-m-monday.” He managed to get the answer out, his hands curling in tight fists and leaving moon imprints on his palms. God, this was a lot harder without Grace here.

Vanya eyes immediately narrowed at her brothers frustration and in one swift motion she plopped herself criss cross applesauce right in front of the man before he could break skin. She gently ran her hand on his knuckles and started massaging his wrist until he slowly released the firm grip.

“Monday?! Bro, that’s six freakin’ days!” Klaus exclaimed, his eyes widening.

“Diego, why didn’t you tell us? It’s just - you’ve helped us all so much. Like, with everything. Let us help you this time, yeah? I know you like being the strong, big brother all the time but it’s okay. You don’t think any less of me when you help me, right? Or Five?” Klaus stressed. Diego shook his head.

“Right! So don’t wait so long to confide when stuff comes up. I’m sorry I didn’t even think to see how you’ve been coping? We’ve all been so caught up in our own lives that it just. It shouldn’t of slipped - it won’t happen again.”

Diego nodded again, letting out a soft scoff.

“I-I-I th-thought I c-could g-get over it alone. But w-w-with-without m-mom…”

“Without mom, it’s hard, right?” Vanya finished a few seconds after Diego stopped, making sure she wasn’t speaking over him.

“It won’t be the same, and I can’t promise we’ll be as good as her. But we can try. All of us.” Five assured, the other five siblings agreeing and nodding their heads.

“It’s n-not that I-I-I don’t trust y-you guys,” Diego paused, thinking carefully on how to word the next statement.

“I-I just d-d-didn’t w-want to w-worry you. I’m s-sorry I didn’t s-say a-any-anything.”

“Honestly? I’d be lying if I said I’m not worried, Di.” Klaus started softly, “But we don’t have to go through this shit alone anymore, remember? You of all people should know that. You’ve taken me on more drives the last few months than I’ve been on in like, my entire life. You take Van to every rehearsal, you’re the best at ASL so far. You’ve always had the biggest ‘protective big bro’ energy and I’m sure even Lu over here can admit that.” To which Luthe agreed with a “true, true” at the statement.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to lean on us when you need to.” Klaus ruffled Diego’s hair, causing a quiet giggle to erupt from the man.

“I think this calls for a Hargreeves group hug, no?” Allison whispered softly and signed.

“GROUP HUG!” Ben exclaimed, wrapping his other arm around Diego. The rest of the siblings jumped up and squashed themselves around each other, not daring to move for another 30 seconds.

“I-I know I c-c-can h-hold my b-breath, b-but I d-don’t think F-Five can.” Diego’s voice was barely audible, muffled from the center of the pile.

“Oh Diego, always the observant one.” Five gasped as they disbanded, heaving dramatically.

“I think Di deserves remote privileges for the rest of the night, no?” Vanya grinned, running her hand through her hair.

“The honor is yours. But please, no more Fight Club.” Five pleaded.

“Fine. K-k-karate k-kid.” Diego retorted, yanking the remote off the chair and collapsing back on the couch. Five rolled his eyes, but his tiny grin and prominent dimple always gave away his lack of annoyance.

“Karate Kid it is then.” Luther agreed.

Yeah, so maybe they weren’t perfect. But they were the only people who could even begin to understand what each other went through. They knew each other through and through. They knew each of their flaws, their insecurities, their defense mechanisms. That meant nothing goes unnoticed, but that always meant that nothing would go unsupported. The seven of them would be there for each other always - the spent entirely too long tearing one another apart. And they saw how that could’ve ended. They weren’t going to do that anymore, the Hargreeves made sure of that.

#diego is the best soft brother....#diego hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fanfiction #fanfic #tua fic #diego centric #sibling bonding #allison hargreeves #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #fic

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Okay, but if Newt's the sexy mechanic, then Hermann's the sexy tech guy. Newt will come up to Hermann like "Dr. Gottlieb, my laptop is having some issues. Could you maybe take a look at it, please?" "Newton, I know full well this is a problem you can fix easily." "PLEASE, Dr. Gottlieb? I'd just feel SO much better if someone like ~*you*~ would look at it."

see i saw this ask and automatically decided you meant “tech guy hermann au that’s not even sexy” and ran with it so thank you for enabling me :)

Hermann is not officially campus technology support, nor, technically, is it something he’d even supposed to be consulting in without the proper university-sanctioned credentials, but the technology support they used to have was so bloody awful that half the time computers came back in worse shape than they were going in, so around six months ago Hermann simply...decided to take matters into his own hands. A coup d’état, so to speak. When he’s not lecturing on astrophysics, or lecturing on advanced mathematics, or holding office hours, Hermann’s consulting in technology services and training the undergraduates there via workstudy how to properly do their jobs.

They’ve had a marked rise in consultations since Hermann took over, which Hermann supposes is to be expected as a side effect of competence.

They’ve had a marked rise in consultations with one man in particular.

Dr. Geiszler is the head of the biology department, lectures in both biochemistry and engineering, and--if rumors are to be believed--completed grad school in his teen years and has at least six PhDs to show for it. By all accounts, he’s a veritable genius. It’s why, for the life of him, Hermann cannot figure out why Dr. Geiszler has come to technology services more times than Hermann can count in the past three weeks.

The first time was understandable: Dr. Geiszler burst into the office shouting, frantically, about how his computer crashed and he lost nearly twenty-five student assignments, so Hermann--pitying him, one educator to another--sat him down and took care of it himself. After that, it was less understandable. Dr. Geiszler’s computer was making a weird noise and he didn’t know why. Dr. Geiszler somehow managed to uninstall his trackpad. Dr. Geiszler accidentally deleted all of his shortcut icons for applications. Dr. Geiszler was sure his wifi was broken, until Hermann pointed out he’d merely turned his laptop’s internet connection off. Dr. Geiszler forgot how to change his desktop background.

Today, when Hermann sees that familiar, scruffy, bespectacled head poking over the counter of the front desk, he does not even bother logging Dr. Geiszler into their appointment system, just sighs and motions him back.

“Hiya, Hermann,” Geiszler says, dropping into the swivel chair next to Hermann but refusing to sit in it properly, simply straddling it backwards. “How’s it going?” Hermann does not, truthfully, mind Dr. Geiszler’s complete lack of professionalism, nor the fact that he bypasses titles and simply calls Hermann by his first name, but Hermann feels as if he ought to put up a front and makes a face every time anyway.

“What have you done today?” Hermann says, and Geiszler laughs weakly before pulling his laptop out of a tote bag that’s more enamel pins than fabric.

“Would you believe it?” Geiszler says. “I managed to delete my email account.”

Geiszler did not, actually, delete his email account--he’d merely logged out of it--and once Hermann shows him this in five minutes Geiszler shakes his head in amazement (like Hermann cured cancer on the spot and not, in fact, merely entered “gmail” into the search bar). “Wow, Hermann,” he says. “You’re so good with computers. I wish I could be that good.”

“You have a doctorate in engineering,” Hermann says.

“And you’re still better than me at this shit,” Geiszler says, and then pats Hermann’s arm like he’s congratulating him. “Congratulations. That’s pretty impressive, dude.” He does not remove his hand. Geiszler has tattoos, Hermann notices. Geiszler also has very strong hands.

Hermann clears his throat. “Dr. Geiszler,” he begins, and Geiszler shakes his head and smiles.

“Just call me Newt,” he says, and squeezes Hermann’s arm lightly, companionably.

“Newton,” Hermann corrects (because he refuses to use that nickname), face heating up for unknown reasons, “I have another appointment, so if you would--”

Newton drops his hand. “Right,” he says. “Sorry.”

Hermann finishes up for the afternoon at one so as to be on time for the lecture he’s got to give at one-thirty, but he’s stopped by the sophomore Physics major who works the front desk on his way out the door. “Just so you know, Dr. Gottlieb,” she says, and Hermann swivels on his cane, “Dr. Geiszler’s almost exceeded his maximum allotted amount of appointments for the month.”

Hermann pulls his glasses up to peer over her shoulder at her computer screen, where she’s pulled up Newton’s data profile; sure enough, Newton has stopped by tech services ten times since January. Eleven times, if Hermann would’ve logged him in today. The maximum they allow per month is twelve, but Hermann can’t remember the last time they had someone make more than four. Newton is a special case. “Should I send him a warning email?” the sophomore says.

“No,” Hermann says. “Don’t bother with the limit for Dr. Geiszler.” He doesn’t imagine Newton’ll pay much attention to the warning, anyway, just plead with Hermann for an appointment until Hermann finally caves in. “You can simply automatically assign him with me.”

A new email pops up in the corner of the front desk’s PC; it’s from Dr. Geiszler. After Hermann nods at her, the girl opens it. “Dr. Geiszler’s requested another appointment with you tomorrow,” she says. “He says...his speakers aren’t working.”

Hermann narrows his eyes. “He requested me?”

“He usually does,” the girl says, and scrolls through the tech services email inbox until she finds a folder marked ‘Dr. Geiszler’ (made at Hermann’s behest). At least eight emails, all after that very first appointment with Hermann, all requesting an appointment with--at first--the full honorary title Dr. Gottlieb, and then devolving into Hermann. “I made him an appointment with someone else one time and he cancelled it.”

“I see,” Hermann says, frowning and--to his surprise--mildly embarrassed. “Yes. Ah. Thank you.”

He hurries out.

When Newton shows up for his appointment the next morning--“I don’t know what I did, Hermann, but the sound just stopped working!”--and it turns out to be yet another easy fix (he had his computer on mute), Hermann decides he’s had enough. “Newton,” he says. “I know full well this was a problem you could’ve fixed easily. All of your problems have been problems you could’ve fixed easily.”

“Yeah,” Newton says quickly, “but, uh, I just feel better having someone like you look at--”

Hermann holds up his hand and cuts him off. “Why are you really here?”

He expects Newton will make some elaborate excuse, but to his surprise, Newton quickly drops his clueless act, shrugs, and grins. “You wanna get dinner?” he says.

“Dinner?”

“With me,” Newton adds. “And on me. If that wasn’t clear.”

“That is,” Hermann splutters, because his first instinct was to give an enthusiastic yes (Newton is messy and scruffy and infuriatingly attractive) but he thinks, reasonably, he should play at least somewhat hard to get, “I don’t. This whole time--?”

“Yep,” Newton says.

“That’s a horrendous abuse of campus resources,” Hermann says, though the past month suddenly makes a great deal more sense, and then, to Newton’s obvious glee, “Oh, yes. Alright. Dinner.”

Newton continues making appointments, but he and Hermann usually spend them in far more conductive ways after that: Hermann’s office is private, after all.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #this is the kinda corny romcom shit i love....#Anonymous

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succinct-assbutt · 7 years

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I Think I Wanna Marry You (Part 6)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: It’s getting harder for the both of them to act like they don’t feel anything less than in love.

Read the previous parts here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Dedicated to: @scamanders26newtcase , @julibelen , @mayainneverland , @the-rain-pours-down ,

If I forgot to tag you, I apologize; don’t be shy to inbox me and let me know, and I’ll be sure to in the next part.

~*~*~*~

When they get back to the hotel, it’s like there hadn’t been any fight to begin with. They enter the building arms linked and smiling and giggling and behind them trail Castiel and Sam, faces adorned with furtive smiles that tell just how much they know.

(Because they do.)

(Even if Dean and Y/N don’t yet...)

They go through the lounge and then out onto the patio where (most of) the family buzzes around. Marilyn speeds left and right, asking about the flower decorations and when the arch will be there while the bride-to-be, eyes trained on a piece of paper in her hands, stands at the sidelines, mumbling—most likely reciting her vows, Dean reasons.

They say their hellos briefly and then head upstairs to change, returning at a few minutes to six to offer whatever help they can.

“Oh, thank God, some muscle.” Marilyn sighs with relief as her eyes skitter from Sam’s face to Cas’. “Could you guys help them carry in the calendulas? You can just put them here.” She points to one of the empty tables, and Sam gives a curt nod, before heading off.

“And us?” Y/N asks.

“Uhmmm…” Her mother whips back around, then, furrowing her brow, takes moment to think. Dean waits, hoping she says there’s nothing left to do because after the day he’s had, all he wants is to put his feet up and blow off some steam.

But his wish isn’t granted. Eyes widening in realization, Marilyn perks up with an idea, guiding them down to the pond where Rick and some of Y/N;s cousins are setting up the tikki torches.

Reflected in the calm waters, the glimmer of the flames is bright and rapid, tails of fire growing higher and higher and then smaller as the winds course through the air.

“Here.” Picking up two stray lighters, the elder Woman hands them to the pair. “Get started.”

And then she’s off.

Sharing curious glances for a second, Y/N and Dean twiddle with the lighters in their hands. They haven’t got much time left and so they begin.

The torches stretch past the pond and into the garden where the reception will be held, but even when they’re done lighting them up, there’s the lanterns on the steps. Then the candles. Then, just when Dean, exhausted from running left and right, is about to sit down for a breather, the fly-away lantern.

“The what?” He asks breathlessly, hunched over on one of the steps.

Y/N tries not to roll her eyes (but fails, because come on..). “The fly-away lantern.” She says. “The one that we’re gonna set off into the sky when the reception ends. They want to test it now to avoid any accidents this weekend.”

“Accidents like what? Setting fire to the clouds?”

“Shut up and come help me.” Ignoring his moans of objection, Y/N hauls her friend up onto his feet, giggling, and leads him over to the spot where the lantern is set. There are a couple of people fooling around near it, Rick and his posse smiling and passing it to each other like it’s a balloon before she grabs it mid-air.

She sets it down, rolling her eyes and gets out her lighter. “I can’t leave you boys alone for a minute, can I?”

“You have all these macho men to help you out, what do you need me for?” Grumbling, Dean crosses his arms over his chest like a child.

"None of these macho men is my boyfriend.”

“I could volunteer to be replacement.” Rick teases.

“Not so fast, buddy.” And Dean, stepping in right in front of him, almost growls even if he knows it’s just a joke.

(This whole thing, in a way, is.)

First, Y/N pins her hair up in a sloppy bun to keep it from getting caught in the flame. The wind tickles the exposed nape of her neck, sending a shock through her and coating it in gooseflesh. It’s dangerous, Dean presumes, to be setting off an almost-literal ball of fire into the sky when the winds are so violent, but it’s Y/N. Trusting her word is as good as trusting his own.

She flicks the lighter on. Casting her eyes up at him, she beckons the elder Winchester over.

“Dean, hold it up for me, will you? Yeah, like that. Okay, don’t let go, I’m lighting it.”

“Looks like someone’s a little pyro.”

“Shut up. Dean, now.”

The elder Winchester’s fingers uncurl and everyone takes a step back, watching as the lantern, gleaming like a ball of fire, slips from their hold and soon begins to rise.

Dean watches it, entranced, a bit surprised actually because it looks a lot better than he thought it would. His initial fear of it backfiring dissipates like fog. His eyes follow the lantern floating higher and higher, moving with the breeze, dancing almost and he doesn’t want t look away lest he miss any more of its enchantment….

But he can’t help his gaze from flickering to Y/N.

Y/N, smiling, head tipped back and staring up at it like a child. Her eyes are squinted as she laughs triumphantly, tenderly, and Dean’s heart leaps in his chest for the hundredth time today. The rest of the family is gathering around to watch their success, all cheers and rapture and trying to set off some more just for the hell of it. Sam and Cas are back, too. Sam and Cas, Dean realizes, are setting off their very own lantern as well, and it takes him a moment to realize that they are calling him to join in on the fun.

And within two minutes, there are about twelve balls of fire dotting the sky, floating past the clouds and into the heavens.

They set the night ablaze with their success with the lanterns, infecting everyone around with a twin triumph and energy that comes the win and then move on to helping string the fairy lights across the garden. Y/N holds the ladder in place for him and tries not to laugh every time Dean complains she stop shaking it. When they finish their sector, they move on to picking up the cake, arranging the flowers and by the end of the night their hands are blistered and calloused from a day’s work.

Later in the night Dean sits on the edge of the bed, kneading his sore palms together and grimacing. His limbs feel disjointed and his back hurts and if he thought being mauled by a werewolf was the most pain he’s endured then, this day has come a close second. (Even if he’s too stubborn to admit that to a taunting Y/N).

“You look like crap.” She struts out of the bathroom with her pajamas on and a towel turbaned around her head. Dean rolls his eyes, trying not to show how much the mattress dipping from her weight makes his spine tingle.

“And I’m assuming you feel worse.”

“You assume right.”

“We made it, Dean.” And then there’s that somber air hanging between them.

He wants to turn to meet her gaze, to look into the pools of y/e/c he assumes are glinting like stars with joy, but the excruciating pain in his neck won’t let him.

Keeping his back to her, the elder Winchester instead shuts his eyes and lets his breathing even. The room is silent for a moment. Feint music, the roar of Marilyn shouting instructions on where to set what. Dean tires not to laugh. Y/N really is her mother’s daughter….

“Something wrong?” Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, she tips her head to the side.

Shaking his head, the elder Winchester lets out a sigh. “Just tired.” He explains. She watches him, patient, biting her bottom lip between her teeth in contemplation.

He hopes she can’t see through the façade—but hoping is as far as his requests go, as the young girl straightens out, alert, and trains her eyes on him.

“Dean…”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t do this, okay? We just made up a few hours ago and I’m not ready for another—“

“I’m not doing anything—Y/N…”Within the flash of second, Dean whips around to face his friend, a tired, almost sympathetic smile etched in his face and takes her hand into his. It’s warm, flax. Y/N stills for a moment and the green-eyed hunter takes it as his chance to shift and move a little bit closer. Just close enough to see the wave of red that flushes her cheeks and then disappears. (You’d think by now they’d be past the coyness).

Her hand feels endlessly warm in his. They’ve been down this road before. So many times—within this past two weeks and within the past few months it is then that Dean is finally tired of the tip-toeing. Tired, but…not ready to do anything about it. Not yet.

Realizing the shift in atmosphere, the elder Winchester gulps and slowly releases her hand. He must be imagining it—the glint of disappointment that flashes across Y/N’s face. Because within a second, she straightens her back and clears her throat.

There’s an awkward, almost sad smile on her face. Almost embarrassed, this time it’s his turn to mask his emotions of hurt when he realizes this.

When the air is almost too painfully awkward, he clears his throat and gives a half-assed, definitely not hurt, definitely earnest chuckle as he turns his back.

“Man, sorry…” Wiping a hand down his face, he apologizes. “I’m just tired. Really, really tired. Wow. Uhm—do you want the bed tonight?” He glances over his shoulder.

Y/N fumbles and then finally gathers herself enough to fervently shake her head. “Uhm, no…it’s fine.” Comes a strained laugh. “I could go spend the night in Sam and Cas’ room. You get your rest.”

“I f you wanna stay then—“

“Dean…” And there’s that hand again on his shoulder as Y/N, shaking her head, expression dressed in just as much exhaustion, stares at him. At this point, they’re back to normal; to colleagues and best friends who read each other like a book. He can see in her eyes she knows just how tired he is.

Eyes sliding over his face, she gives his arm a little squeeze. “Rest.” She says.

Rest.

Stricken by her spell, the only thing the elder Winchester can do is swallow, nod wordlessly and watch as she pecks a light kiss on his forehead and then leaves the room. When the door clicks shut, echoing in the graveyard silent room, he lets out a breath.

~*~*~*

Y/N doesn’t want to sleep in Sam and Cas’ room. She doesn’t want to be any more than six feet away from Dean, but at the moment that seems the best decision for everyone. For her, for him—right now, they are two raging tornadoes hurtling towards each other, and the only way to avoid having a colossal catastrophe is to let them rage on their own.

When she gets to the room, she knocks gingerly on the door and within a few seconds Sam opens up.

“Hi, roomie.” She greets, smiling as she sidesteps into the room. Cas is there, sitting in a chair and reading a travel guide from the night stand and he greets her with a curt nod, barely looking up to meet her eyes. Y/N throws herself onto the bed with an oomph.

“Another fight?” Sam asks as he settles down at the foot of the bed.

She shakes her head against the castle of pillows, then grabs another and props it behind her head. “No. He just needs his beauty sleep so I let him have it in the form of our bed.”

“I thought it’s big enough for the two of you...I mean, you guys never mind rooming on a hunt.”

“This isn’t a hunt, now is it?”

“Apparently not.” he answers. “I’ve been doing some digging since we got here, actually. Looks like Boston is pretty monster-free.”

“Have you seriously been looking for a case while we’re at a wedding?” Y/N asked, amused. Smiling, Sam gets up and moves over to the desk where his laptop sits open.

“The wedding’s after tomorrow.”

“Sam….”

The younger hunter looks up, eyes curious and calm, and Y/N takes in a deep breath.

“You…” She struggles for the words that so desperately cling to the floor of his belly, anxious. Sitting up, the sheets crumple and ruffle with her movements and she grips one of the pillows to her chest like it will somehow ease her nerves. Pauses. Deep breaths. Rapid heartbeat. She tries again.

“You know about…Dean, and…I—don’t you?”

“Sorry?”

“About…uhm…”

At this point, even Cas has tuned in, his book carefully rested in his lap. Staring at the younger Winchester, she can feel sweat bead at the nape of her neck.

“Oh, God, this is so awkward.” Y/N groans as she buries her face in the pillow. Her cheeks and ears feel hot, but at least she’s gotten the wheel rolling with this, at least they’re in motion.

But then, out of the sudden silence, she hears the quiet titter of Sam’s laugh. Shooting up to sit, she looks at him. Her eyes bounce from him to Cas whom she finds has a twin smirk on his lips, and Y/N’s eyes narrow.

The younger Winchester notices this and stifles his laughs, holding a fist to his mouth. “Sorry, Y/N, it’s just uhm…” His eyes lift to her and he’s still smiling. “…I knew a long time ago. Probably before even you did.”

“What?”

“We both did.” He gestures to Cas. “It’s kind of…. Hard not to.”

The angel nods, not lifting his gaze as he flips to the next page.You and Dean are quite inseparable.”

“And intolerable.”

“And infatuated, clearly, with each other.”

“It’s only been a matter of time before you guys found out. That’s why I actually, uhm, called Cas up this week to come here. So that we could…”Sam’s voice dies away and he averts his eyes to something else, scratching his head, and it’s obvious, and strange, and Y/N, arms still firmly coiled around her pillow feels like a child whose parents have just broken the Santa-news to them.

Sam knows. And Cas knows.

And…

“And Dean?” She can’t help but ask, not even bothering to hide the eager tone of her voice.

Exchanging looks, the two are quiet for a moment. The air in the room stills and no one says anything. When no reply comes, she can feel the edges of her nerves fray more and more.

“Sam,” An admonishing tone drips from tongue. “And what about Dean? Does he know?”

“Not…entirely. Okay, look,” Sighing, he then crosses the room, perching himself down beside her. She glares him down as he sits clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees.

“It’s hard to explain all this.”He states calmly

Her voice thin and almost cracking, Y/N’s eyes bore into his.“So this whole thing is one-sided?”

“What? No.”

“Dean does care about you, Y/N.” Cas supplements from his chair, his attention for his book long gone and now focused on them. “Immensely.”

“He’s in love with you.”

Silence.

Sam bites his tongue and Y/N, gaping with wide-eyes, tries to gather the wind that has just been knocked out of her with his words. The world, just for split second, halts its movements and they are frozen,caught in a stand still of time and space and she

“W-what...?”

“I….”

But before the younger Winchester can get a word out, there comes a knock on the door, drawing the attention away as Cas rises. When he swings the door open, Y/N isn’t surprised to see that it’s Dean.

With wet hair tousled in every which way, it’s obvious he has just showered and gotten ready for bed, already clad in some sweatpants and an old T-shirt. Gulping thickly, Y/N catches his eyes through the crack in the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Uhm, yes, sure.” The angel steps aside and in saunters the elder Winchester. When she looks at him, Y/N can see that, even if it might be miniscule, a bit fo tension has been washed away. Dean looks more tamed, more like himself as his lips form a smirk.

“Am I interrupting your slumber party?”

“You’re right in time.” The younger Winchester stands. “We were just about to braid each other’s hair.”

He laughs. “Oh, joy.”

“Beer?” Grabbing one of the cans on the table, Sam wiggles at his brother, smiling.

“Ice-cold, please.”

He tosses it to Dean and snapping it open, the elder Winchester takes a heavy sip, eyes fluttering shut.

Watching him, the coil in Y/N’s gut only tightens. She tries to make conversation, tries to laugh at his jokes, tries to act like she doesn’t notice that he’s a lot better now because even that feels too inconspicuous after what Sam just revealed, doesn’t it? Too suspicious? Maybe not. She’s tired and weary and after their second beer, Y/N gets up and decides to head back to spend the night in their room.

She splashes some water onto her face, cards her fingers through her hair and then crawl into bed. They don’t say anything to each other; not a goodnight or sweet dreams, but after the day they’ve had, the comfortable silence of the night is enough of an intimacy, especially when Y/N feels a hand slither beneath the blanket and lace with hers.

Rest

~*~*~

It’s a lot easier now that they’ve made up. Less tedious planning out their trips to fittings and rehearsals, definitely not as awkward as it once was, and Dean is definitely grateful that the entire wave of conflict between him and Y/N has blown over. It’s easier, now, for all of them; friends and family alike as they no longer have to pry either of them with questions of the other’s whereabouts…It’s easier now for Dean to let himself fall more and more in love with Y/N.

No strife nor resentment. They are yet again on the same page, and for him to say it feels like anything less than a great pleasure would be ridiculous.

Friday morning greets them with clear skies and warm sun, everything ripe and plump with color as they head into town for another fitting. Dean doesn’t stop mentioning this—the potent harmony—to Sam while they’re standing in the tailoring shop with Cas, arms raised up as they take the measurements round their waists because by God, he just can’t not ramble on about it.

Keeping as still as he can, the elder Winchester smiles subtly at his brother. “TGIF. I can’t wait for tonight.”

“I can see.” Sam chuckles in response, before a sly smirk forms on his lips. “ I see making up’s made you giddy nonstop, huh?”

“Giddy? I’m not giddy.”

“Dude, you were singing along to the radio today. Billboard one hundred.”

“Are we all getting suits for tonight or is dressing formal optional?” Castiel pipes up, earning the attention of both hunters as they turn to him standing by the mannequins, fingers trailing along the lapels. Brow knitted, the angel’s gaze bounces between the two.

“Well, I guess you can wear what you want. Thinking of sporting the trench-coat?” Sam prompts.

“Please don’t.” Dean shimmies his shoulders so that the jacket falls properly over his frame as he takes a look in the mirror. “Y/N wants us looking dapper as ever and that thing is…well..”

“Ragged. Yes, I know.” Cas answers plainly. With a sigh, he pivots around, sizing up one of the displays. It’s deep navy with a light, almost pastel marigold tie, and he sucks in a breath. “I’ll find a suit. Hopefully something—as Dean so put it—dapper.”

“’Atta’ boy.”

“Cas, pass me that silver tie, will you?” Sam asks. The angel tosses it to him and the younger Winchester quickly fixes it into place, eyes trained on his very own reflection.

When they’re done with suits, it’s onto picking up the minister from out of town and bringing him back to the hotel. Long drives and even longer conversations where Dean, for seemingly the first time does not mind talking about how beautiful Boston is. Reverend Loyd was born here but moved away upon taking his oath, he tells them and the elder Winchester listens the entire drive, a content smile etched into his face.

(Because maybe he is giddy after all.)

~*~*~*~

The entire floor is filled with the sound of Donkeyboy blaring through the halls as Y/N gets ready.

Curling her hair, getting out her clothes, makeup. It’s the rehearsal tonight and, as declared by her elder sister, she’s going to have to look elegant and pleasant while retaining the focus on the bride to be. With that in mind, the entire preparation is set in place: her dress is spread across the bed alongside a pair of heels she borrowed from S/P/N and the room is scented with her fragrance of Peace Lilly perfume. In the bathroom, Y/N is finishing up curling the ends of her Y/H/C hair as Stereolife slows to a finish on the speakers.

Sliding the curler through the last ringlet, she takes one of the bobby pins tucked between her lips and pins it in place, then does the back and spritzes a cloud of hairspray on to set it. Another song begins. Slower this time, wafting through the entire and, after taking one last look at the finish, she goes to turn the volume up. As she maneuvers around the room, her minds wanders. To tomorrow, what it will be like. To last night.

To Dean.

It’s no longer something she’s so ashamed of. Thinking about the elder Winchester has almost become a custom and so she chooses to not fight it. To embrace. It’s the only way she can make this any less painful, like a sailor thrown out into the sea, letting the tide wash over him. Consume—Y/N tries not to think about how much it has, so far. How much of her it has eaten, like a vicious disease she stubbornly refuses to treat.

She doesn’t want to treat it. She wants Dean.

And if she and Sam’s conversation over the phone last night means anything, then he wants her, too.

And isn’t that enough? Just knowing? She feels like it should be. Like yearning for more is a gluttony she needs to avoid lest Karma pay her a visit for not abiding, and yet at the same time it calls to her. Dean. Her Dean…He always has been, since the very day they met, two pieces of the same shattered glass and maybe they’re meant to fit together. Her Dean, for more than a year now.

Forever.

They have battled and bled and been by one another for as long as she can remember. Dean is her best-friend, Y/N thinks. Even if it’s only mere thought, just knowing should be enough for her.

~*~*~*~

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