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filmflowersbangtan · 5 months

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I Must Still Want You pt. 2

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst (so. much. angst) | smut

word count: 4k

warnings: rough sex | infidelity | explicit sex scene | I'm so sorry in advance if I make some of you angry with this one. I promise it'll get better in future chapters.

author's note: hey...I'm back. I have so much in store. I know I've said it before and then I disappeared again, but I finally left a toxic relationship that had me in a writer's rut for a very long time and I also stopped following BTS for a while. But then they all came out with their incredible solos, and V's "Layover" was so beautiful it had stirred up so many ideas. It also somehow aligns with this story so well, so I couldn't help myself. I'm really proud of this one. I put so much heart and soul into this. This is not the end of this series.

part i | part iii

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At first, Taehyung understood. The excuses as to why you couldn’t come home for the holidays, why you couldn’t come home for his birthday, why he couldn’t come visit. Art school was difficult, adjusting to California was difficult, but making friends was easy. Making friends had always been easy for you. You and your mom were on bad terms, that’s why you couldn’t come home. You had deadlines and couldn’t afford distractions, that’s why Taehyung couldn’t come visit.

Then there were the arguments after Taehyung lost all his patience with you. And then the texts and phone calls became more and more infrequent until there were none at all. Taehyung’s calls went to voicemails, his messages echoed in a chamber of emptiness.

Months passed by like this, with Taehyung only knowing you were alive through news from your mom, whose lawn he mowed and driveway he shoveled. He sat with her sometimes for coffee. He didn’t dare going into your room again after he saw that your mother transformed it, pushing an untouched treadmill in the same corner your bed used to be.

And then, about a year after the two of you unofficially broke up, you posted on Instagram. A man was kneeling before you as you wore a stunning dress Taehyung had never see you wear before. An expensive dress. There were letters hung behind the two of you in the background. Taehyung stopped breathing. The letters read:

Will you marry me?

Still not breathing, he swiped right to see another picture of your left hand—a hand he used to hold so much he could still feel the ghost of its warmth—displaying a gaudy engagement ring encrusted with a sickening number of diamonds. The camera’s flash made them glimmer in a way that made Taehyung nauseous.

Despite everything, Taehyung had been taking the unofficial breakup well. He never said anything about it to your mother although he desperately wanted to understand why you stopped talking to him or know if she knew. He didn’t rot in bed. He didn’t stop photography. While you had been gone, he discovered a newfound love of singing and his roommate Jungkook was a small-time producer and part-time DJ, and through him Taehyung had virtually unlimited access to a studio. Instead of succumbing into a debilitating depression, Taehyung worked on his very first EP. He had finished a few days before the Instagram post. He was going to send it to you. He knew you were going to love it. Maybe it would even make you speak to him.

But the post.

Taehyung dropped his phone on his bed and steadily walked to the bathroom, breathing through his nose. An ugly surge of emotion ravished him. He thought he was going to cry, but when he closed the door behind him, he stumbled to the toilet. And vomited.

Jungkook rushed in, his headphones dangling from around his neck, concern stretched across his face. “Bro, you good? It sounds like you’re dying.”

Taehyung wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. His eyes and throat burned. Thick snot crept down his lips. He wasn’t going to cry, but seeing Jungkook standing there pummeled him. His dear friend who didn’t even know Taehyung had been going through a breakup. How was he going to explain this? He couldn’t. He dropped his head back into the toilet bowl and heaved.

Later, after Taehyung cleaned himself up and Jungkook sat him down on the couch with a cup of water, he told Jungkook everything.

Jungkook had been quiet the entire time, nodding to let Taehyung know that he was listening. But when Taehyung finished, gesturing to his phone because he couldn’t speak the words “she’s engaged,” Jungkook looked at the post himself.

A brief and subtle expression flickered across his face as he swiped. It was there and then it was gone, only noticeable in the slight tremble in the eyebrows and the momentary clench of the jaw. He looked up at Taehyung whose eyes were rimmed in red and whose hands were quivering as he dabbed at his nose with a napkin.

With a venom that Taehyung did not know his roommate possessed, Jungkook said, “That bitch.”

After grieving for a month, Taehyung pulled himself out of bed. He went to a party where Jungkook was DJing and downed shot after shot of anything anyone would hand him. He blacked out and woke up in his own bed wearing the same sweaty clothes from the night before, feeling like hell. He looked at his text messages to make sure that he didn’t say anything fucked up to anyone and noticed your contact at the top.

Of course, he reached out to you. How embarrassing. He cringed, afraid to read what he said, but all he sent was a link to his EP. Somehow, that was worse. He absolutely wanted to die.

And of course, you didn’t respond.

A year stuttered by. Sometimes when Taehyung looked in the mirror, he didn’t recognize himself. He was dirty blond now and handsome and miserable. He had slept with so many people in the last few months—girls, mostly but sometimes guys, too. He had had so many threesomes that he’d lost count. People on campus knew who he was now. He had gone from having one friend in his first year of college to becoming a name that people sighed dreamily as they said it.

Still nothing from you.

And then, one morning while nursing a hangover at the dining table in his shared apartment with Jungkook, a text from your mom. Maybe he was reading into it, but there was a tone of sadness in the wording, possibly regret. It said:

Y/N is back in town. Her grandmother died last week and the funeral is Friday. Please come if you feel comfortable. If you don’t, I understand.

There it was again. That roiling sensation inside of him. That urgent need to vomit.

The first time he had a threesome with Jungkook, he couldn’t perform. He had fumbled to the bathroom, his pants undone, and hurled into the toilet until the girl left. He had thought Jungkook would be pissed, but instead he sat on the bathroom floor with him in silence.

Now, Jungkook paused, a spoonful of cereal and milk halfway to his mouth. “I know that look,” he said. “What happened?”

Taehyung cleared his throat. “Y/N’s grandmother died.”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “So? Fuck her and her grandma.”

In other circumstances, Taehyung would've laughed. He couldn’t. He was too numb. “I liked her grandma when we were little. She used to make homemade blackberry jam and watch our stupid choreographies that we made up.”

Jungkook’s expression softened. He lowered the spoon. “I take that back about the grandma, but still fuck that bitch. Y/N, not the grandma.”

Now Taehyung mustered up a halfhearted chuckle that could’ve been a genuine laugh had the thought of you being in town—not in California—not robbed him of any sense of humor.

Jungkook hated seeing Taehyung like this because there was nothing he could do to help. “Don’t go to that funeral,” was all he said. It wasn’t a command. His voice was pleading. “Seeing her will only fuck you up. And what if she’s with—”

Taehyung closed his eyes as if expecting a blow. He hadn’t realized he was crying until warm teardrops slid down his face and into his mouth.

He went to the funeral. Your parents embraced him when they saw him. Individually, of course. Your dad remarried. He had stepchildren. Taehyung thought you probably hated it if you even still talked to him. The idea of someone else being frozen out of your life and not just him slightly comforted him. Slightly.

It was a beautiful day out—early summer, bright blue sky, cool breeze—but Taehyung was cold. And you hadn’t arrived yet.

“She slept in,” your mother said. “She hadn’t been feeling the best ever since she landed yesterday. She should arrive soon.”

An Uber arrived, and the back door opened. Taehyung held his breath.

You stepped out. You were so familiar yet you were a stranger. Your hair was longer, fuller. You were wearing a form-fitting black dress and red-bottomed heels. A designer bag dangled from the crook of your elbow. Large, expensive sunglasses obscured your eyes. Your lips were painted red.

The Uber departed before Taehyung realized you came alone.

You sauntered in his direction. He was breathless as he watched you move. Did you always walk like that? With such an elegant sway? Or was that new? A by-product of your reinvented life.

He realized that he was not your target. He was standing with your parents and your stepmother you probably hated. Except you didn’t hate her because she was the first you hugged. Then your dad. Then your mother. Then—

“Tae.”

He blinked. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. Feel the bile rising in his throat. He cleared it behind a polite fist before croaking your name in return.

Then, very cautiously, you pulled him into a hug. He felt everyone’s eyes on the both of you. You were making him into a spectacle, and he hated it. In that moment, he realized he hated you. But his arms were stiff at his sides and when he became aware of that, he lifted them to pat you on the back.

“I know how much you loved her,” you said when you released him.

He blinked, not understanding. “I’m sorry, what?”

“My grandmother.”

His face felt hot. Jungkook was right. He shouldn’t have come. He had never once wanted to hurt a woman before, especially not you. But he wanted so badly to strangle you. To make you feel what it’s like to have your throat full of heartbreak. But he pushed a smile onto his red face. “Yes. My condolences.”

“Thank you for coming,” you said.

I hate you.

Taehyung nodded, and without meaning to, glimpsed at your left hand. The ring was still there. You were still engaged. But you returned home without a fiancé.

I hate you.

After the funeral, there was a gathering at your dad and stepmom’s house. Taehyung wasn’t going to go, but he couldn’t bring himself not to. He wanted to keep looking at you, breathing the same air as you, and wondering if you had listened to his EP.

But for the most part, he was just wandering around the beautiful countryside home as awkwardly as he had been at the party in middle school where he had first seen you kissing a boy on the porch. Except this time, you were getting married. You were getting fucking married.

At least at a funeral it wasn’t odd to cry. He went outside to do it.

He sat on the front porch steps and loosened his tie. No one came out to bother him. He was good at being invisible. Especially to you.

The front door behind him opened. The sound of heels approached him but stopped a few paces away.

Neither of you said anything. He quietly wiped away angry tears.

“I don’t expect forgiveness,” you said.

He wanted to scream. “Not here. Please.”

“I booked a hotel. Let’s talk at the bar there. You look like you could use a drink.”

Taehyung closed his eyes. “Was that a joke?”

“Yes. But I could use a drink, too.”

Taehyung dropped his head in his hands. “I shouldn’t have come.” He stood up and walked to his car. You didn’t follow. Didn’t beg. He grabbed the handle of the driver’s side door and looked at you from over the roof of the car. You were still standing on the porch, your hands delicately interlaced in front of you. You weren’t wearing your sunglasses, but he couldn’t see your eyes from where he stood.

Who were you?

He yanked the door open and got in the car. His phone vibrated when he started the ignition. You had sent him a text with an address and a time.

“Fuck you,” he whispered. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.”

He arrived thirty minutes late. You were sipping a purple-colored cocktail at a secluded table. God, you looked so good. He hated it.

“I would’ve understood if you hadn’t showed,” you said, expressionless.

He hesitated before sitting down, considering leaving. When he did sit, you said, “I really like your hair. It complements your skin tone.”

“Fuck you,” he said.

“I deserve that.”

“Fuck you.”

“What are you drinking nowadays? It’s on me.”

The bile was threatening to choke him. He swallowed thickly. His voice trembled as he said, “What do you want from me? You don’t fucking care about me. All you care about it—I don’t know what you care about. You’re such a—”

A drink appeared before him. “I already ordered for you. I hope you don’t mind whiskey. It’s top shelf so you most likely won’t have a hangover.”

“I don’t want—”

“I listened to it.”

Taehyung stopped.

“It was beautiful. It was so fucking beautiful. When do you sing? And like that? Oh, my God.”

Now Taehyung was crying again. He downed his drink. You gestured something to the waitress and another whiskey appeared before him. Taehyung said, “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?”

You touched his hand. He flinched away as if burned. “I dropped out of college a couple of years ago. I was homeless. And then I met a guy who fixed all of that.”

“Such bullshit.” But Taehyung knew you were genuine. You were never a liar.

“Not bullshit,” you said gently. “I was embarrassed. Who flunks art school? But I was intimidated being surrounded by all of those freakishly talented people. I didn’t fit in. But you would’ve sure as hell did. Your photos, Tae—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m sorry.” You took a sip of your drink and looked away before continuing, “You are so talented. And then that fucking album—”

“EP.”

You glared at him. “Now it is my turn to say fuck you.”

“Get to the point.”

“I wasn’t measuring up. I dropped out before I got expelled. Mom wanted me to come home, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I love California. I slept on some friends’ couches for a few months, working odd jobs—bartending, dogwalking, commission stuff. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was embarrassed, Tae. And then you kept pestering me about wanting to see me and—”

“Pestering? You think so lowly of me?” “That’s what it felt like at the time. I had so much going on in my head—”

“But not so much that you still had room to go and fuck someone else before even breaking up with me.”

You finished your drink. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”

Taehyung had no response.

“I met a guy while bartending. He was rich. And kind. And I was very poor and lonely.”

“And he swept you off your feet," he said with betrayal in his voice.

“No. But his tips were nice. They were big enough to feed me for a couple of weeks. And then he would take me out to dinners. Next thing I know he’s buying me an apartment and a car and a dog and a life.”

Taehyung’s eyes were wet with fresh tears. He couldn’t look at you. “I wanted a life with you. I could’ve helped you.”

“With what money, Taehyung? All you would’ve done was spend way too much money on a one-way ticket and be stuck there with me.”

He had nothing to say to that. He downed his drink. “That doesn’t explain not telling me a fucking thing. Not even a goodbye.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you love him?”

You sighed.

Taehyung clenched his hands into fists under the table. He repeated, “Do you love him?”

Another purple drink appeared in front of you. The waitress flitted away, sensing the tension.

Finally, you said, “I think I could learn to. Someday.”

He blew out the breath he’d been holding and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked out the window at the pool. So still, so blue. So beautiful. He thought of California. He thought of the song on his EP, “For Us.” He wanted to fucking drown you.

In a soft, broken voice, he said, “I have loved you for my entire life. My entire life. Just wasted.”

You didn’t say anything. You just simply stared out the window with him. And then for the first time that entire day, you began to sob.

He didn’t dare look at you. He didn’t want to empathize with you. What for? But hearing you cry silently, seeing your shoulders shake with each sob in his peripheral vision…

Before he could say anything, you were already cleaning yourself up, dabbing under your eyes with a neatly folded napkin. “Should we go up to my suite for some privacy? I fucking hate crying in public.”

The suite was gorgeous. He didn’t know something so extravagant existed in his hometown.

“I need to get out of this dress. It’s not really my style,” you said, delicately removing your heels.

Taehyung looked away. For some reason, seeing you do that simple action made his heart ache.

You disappeared into the bathroom after telling him to make himself comfortable. He instead opted to stand around, unsure of what to do with his hands. Then you called his name from the other room, needing help with the dress.

“The zipper,” you said. “It was hell putting this thing on by myself. Can you unzip it for me?”

The bathroom was all marble and glass. Taehyung felt like there were a dozen versions of the both of you reflected around him. You were trying to catch his eyes in the mirror, but he purposefully avoided you. He focused on keeping his hands still as he stood behind you and reached up to grasp the tiny zipper at the nape of your neck.

The sound of the dress unzipping made his dick throb as longingly as his heart. You were fucking with him. You had to be.

But he wasn’t the same Taehyung that you left behind at the airport. Not at all. He was going to show you.

The zipper ended right at the top of your tailbone. You let the dress fall to the floor.

“You said you didn’t fuck anyone?” Taehyung said, voice gruff with want. He could feel himself hardening.

You were breathing slightly faster. You wanted him, too. This time, he allowed your gaze to meet each other’s in the mirror. You said, “Just myself. I never let him touch me, Tae. I don’t love him.”

He ran his hand up your leg, up your ass, traced the line of your back with a steady finger. He was no longer nervous. Fucking was what he was good at. And he wanted to fuck you until you regretted ever leaving him. Until you rued the day you said yes to that stupid fucking engagement.

He stopped his hand at the base of your neck. You stood still, breath shallow. Waiting. Wanting. You were probably so wet for him already, but you would have to wait.

He pressed himself against you so that you could feel how hard he was for you. A moan stuttered out of your throat. He clenched your neck from behind and shoved you forward, bending you over the sink. With swift fingers, he undid his belt, lowered his pants, pushed down his briefs. His cock sprang free, swollen with a two year long need for you, beaded with precum.

You shimmied out your underwear. With two fingers, he felt the velvety skin of your pussy lips. He was right, you were so fucking wet for him. You arched your back and shivered at his touch.

Your eyes met in the mirror again. Yours were heavy-lidded with desire, lips red like Marilyn Monroe. He wanted that lipstick smeared all over your face and all over his cock when he was done with you. His own eyes were low lidded as well. He grinned at you before he entered you. He didn’t want to take it slow, and he didn’t.

He fucked you like you were water, and he hadn’t drunk anything in days. You were a mess, clawing at the marble countertop like it would give you stability. Your moans were so fucking hot. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so that his lips were at your ear.

“You’re mine, do you hear me? This pussy is mine.”

You tried to say “Yes, daddy,” but your eyes were fluttering and rolling and Taehyung was fucking you so good you couldn’t get a word out. He slapped your ass and you gasped.

“Fuck you,” he said but he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it at all.

He felt himself getting carried away and pulled out. You squirmed at the lack of him, begging for more. He didn’t want to admit he almost came. Sex hadn’t felt this good in years. Both of you were breathless, filling the room with your panting. But he wasn’t done with you yet. And you knew. You smiled at him, big and beautiful, and Taehyung almost came right then and there.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

Your pupils were dilated, your face was glimmering with sweat, your hair was a mess. You were so beautiful Taehyung wanted to fucking cry.

And then he was. “Fuck you,” he said, but he meant it this time.

You unclasped your bra and dropped it to the floor. Then you were on your knees before him, using that expensive dress as a cushion against the marble. You took all of him in your mouth, slowly, never losing eye contact. Your mouth was warm and wet and your breasts looked amazing, the nipples hard. You noticed him looking and pinched the nipple of your left breast as you sucked him off, using your right hand to jerk him in and out of your mouth. You were an expert with your tongue, paying close attention to the head of his cock. And then when he felt the back of your throat, he squeezed his eyes shut and grasped a handful of your hair again, this time to keep himself steady.

“Ah, fuck,” he whimpered. “Where? Where do you want me to cum?” He made the mistake of looking at you again, your mouth smeared crime-scene red.

You smiled at him like a good girl, like you didn’t have a spit stretching from your lips to his cock like party streamers. “On my face,” you said.

He didn’t hesitate.

When he finished convulsing the final streams of cum onto your pretty face, he stood there, face flushed and veins straining from his neck as reality crept back into his bones like a winter’s chill. He was disgusted with himself. He was angry with you.

“You’re fucking engaged,” he said, cleaning himself up. “Oh fuck. I’m such a fucking idiot.” He hastily threw on his clothes. Ran his hands through his hair to look somewhat presentable and not like he just face fucked someone’s fiancé.

You were extremely calm and still extremely naked. Taehyung realized belatedly that you hadn’t come yet. Good, he thought. You don’t deserve that release.

He finished dressing as you started washing your face. He went to leave but then stopped at the door. He didn’t turn to look at you, but he said, “You’re an awful person, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

Taehyung left the bathroom and was halfway to the suite’s door when he heard you say meekly as if to yourself, “I do.”

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ariyucake · 1 year

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˗꒰ ✎ yandere spiderman bachira meguru ♬ ꒱˗

▹ format type; headcannon

▹ inspiration; tiktok😍

▹ warnings; horny horny so much horny oh and ig some violence probably a bit off ooc but issokey

˗꒰ ✎ when he first met you ♬ ꒱˗

-» bro was randomly in his superhero suit saving the day as always until he stumbled across you trying to comfort your friend who just got rejected by their crush.

« woah, that girl looks sosososo… pretty?! what?! » he was at a loss for words while staring at your ass and face.

-» then that day, he decided to stalk you, every, fucking, day.

-» couldn’t stop thinking abt you and even told isagi about you, isagi just sweat dropped and thought of this as some sweet love even though it’ll soon turn to obsession.

˗꒰ ✎ what he loooooves abt you <3333 ♬ ꒱˗

-» your body, your face, your eyes, lips— EVERYTHING!!! he loves everything about you, outside or inside— doesn’t matter! loves lives laughs and breaths you.

˗꒰ ✎ things he owns that reminds him of you ♬ ꒱˗

-» his mom was weirded out whenever bachira brought home some “things” in a box/backpack. when she took notice of this for the first time she asked him what was inside that box and he’d always reply; “my treasures!” ahhh, so cute

-» owns many printed framed pictures of you that he took, you were gorgeous~ absolutely stunning and beautiful. 100/10. that’s what he’d rate you.

-» when he found out where you lived he immediately broke in your home— messing with a few things here and there… good thing there were no cctvs! he went straight to YOUR bedroom and searched for your pencils, pens, and… panties. he couldn’t stop blushing for a long time even his mom and friends thought he was sick.

-» has a large figure collection of your favourite anime characters, and many more! he even plays the same games as you and tries to befriend on all of his accounts— and successfully does. you sent a cute “hi :D” and GOSH DID THAT MAKE HIS HEART BEAT GO BRR…!!!

˗꒰ ✎ his stalking methods ♬ ꒱˗

-» he installed a hidden camera fairly well in your room and stalked you doing whatever you do. his cock hardening every time you change. shit. shit. he was in public— he can’t be looking like a weirdo right now.. ahem.. act serious bachira…!

-» often goes out late at night with his superhero suit on— he takes his mask off for a breath and invades your home by opening the window. why didn’t you lock it, dummy? caresses your cheek ever so softly and stared at your sleeping state creepily. his face getting redder and redder by the second.. he just wants to.. strangle.. no..! hug.. kiss.. touc— anyway.

-» he stalks you wherever you go when he’s free. oh, who was that boy that accidentally spilled coffee on you and offered his extra white shirt to change at starbucks? bachira. who was that fine handsome young man that saved you from a car crashing straight at you? bachira. and.. who was that boy that joined your art class recently that likes to tease you? of course it’s bachira. soon enough he found out you were in the same highschool as him and decided to join one or more of your classes.

˗꒰ ✎ yandere spiderman bachira normal ending ♬ ꒱˗

« bachira? hey, why are you here at such a late time..? it’s like.. *yawn* one a.m…. or somethin— » you yelped when he suddenly hugged you out of the blue. just what did he want from you at such an hour…

« n/n.. i wanna stay with you for the night. please.. i got into some big fight with a crook and i’m… » he broke the hug and you looked straight at him— your lazy eyes widened once you saw his bruised face. it was bleeding! why was he like this?!

you immediately rushed him inside your home and slammed the door shut, locking it.

« sheesh, bachira, c’mere, let me fix you up. » « aww, y/n, so you do care for me… » wait, y/n? not your nickname? n/n?

« why’d you.. suddenly called me by my first name.? » « you pay attention to such small details n/n..— » « aaaand, you’re gonna say to not worry about anything. bachira, i’m worried for you— stop trying to get into fights! your mom is probably worried sick that you— » « your mom in law. not my mom. »

uh, what? what he said got a chokehold on you.. uhh… way to go bachira. now you ruined the sweet atmosphere.

« what.. w-what..!? » « n/n, i like you. i always did. » ah, so you can never have a boy best friend huh.

« i protect you from those crooks who got eyes on you— they’re literal creeps, yucky i know. but i’m only getting hurt just so you won’t get exploited.. »

wait, was he…? protecting you all this time… what! what?!!

« chira, i don’t understand, just what the heck are you— » he put a finger to your mouth, shushing you.

« do you accept? or not, n/n. » his expression had gone serious and you two were staring at each other for quite a while. what the hell was he trying to do.. hypnotise you with his good lucks? nah wtf.

« i dunno what to say, honestly. can you give me more time? » « n/n, i know you love me. don’t decline this request. i know you got no rizz and all bu— » you lightly flicked his forehead, half of his face was covered in bandaids and many more.

« hah, how could i ever say this.. yeah i like you, chira. but i don’t think we’re meant for each other. »

« we are, you just don’t know it yet but you’re my wife already! » « what…!!!! bachira! stop, you’re making me nervous..! »

he teased you, and eventually— you did reciprocate his feelings back and from that night on, you both started dating. unknown to you that he used to stalk you way before, and he would like it to stay that way.

i might make a part 2 for the good and bad endings idk

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obeymycok · 2 years

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I have a question about your Demon form MC! and Pact mark Head cannons. I absolutely love them.

Solomon explains in Season Two that using too much magic can really tire a human out, to the point of being bedridden for days. How would the brothers react to an MC that overused the said demon form?

I totally forgot to add that but I have been thinking about that a lot. Thank you for the kind words and for sending in a request! I checked your account and your art is so adorable it gives comforting energy :) This idea gives me more angsty feels because the bros would feel horrible that it was because of their power. I’m just going to do how they react to you over exerting yourself in their own form because it would get repetitive.

The bros were watching you in battle and you released a VERY powerful attack on the monster before you. He fell to the ground but so did you as your current demon form shattered and you turned back into yourself.

Taglist: @trashlord-007 @asmos-slut @q-ueue @simpinginthecorner @thatoneweebdammit

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Lucifer

He watched you fall from the sky and got instant flashbacks from The Great War

He meets you in a split second and flies you down to the ground safely while he starts yelling at Simeon and Solomon to help you

Lucifer KNOWS how powerful he is and what devastating effects that power could have on a human

He feels completely powerless and weak as he watches and ironically prays to anyone that will listen, asking to save MC

He stays by your side until you wake up and instantly starts a lecture (it’s ok you can tell how nervous and distraught he is)

100% monitors you much closer if that’s even possible and steps in the second he THINKS you’ll BEGIN to go overboard

It can get annoying but he’s just so worried and his pride won’t let him admit it

Just let Mother Hen do his job he doesn’t need anymore gray hairs

Mammon

He sees you falling and remembers when Belphie threw you over the railing, holding you in his arms as you took your last breath

That cannot...no...WILL NOT ever happen again

He isn’t the fastest demon for nothing; it’s a lighting bolt snatched you from the sky and Mammon was back on the ground

Tears already pouring and chest heaving, he gathers all his remaining breath to shout for the one person who always fixes everything

“LUCIFEEERR” the eldest’s heart breaks when he hears Mammon’s pleading cries as he pries MC from his arms and holds him back so Simeon can work

As soon as he’s allowed, he’s back at your side and doesn’t stop holding your hand until you wake up

Tsundere act is a long lost memory when your eyes flutter open and you mutter his name

All the tears and emotions he’s been experiencing come back tenfold as he cradles you in his arms and begs you to watch out for yourself

He always flies with you in the battlefield now just in case something happens again; he doesn’t want anymore close calls

Leviathan

Leviathan had never turned into the Grand Admiral as quick as he did when he saw MC plunged back into the depths of the ocean from HIS magic

He’s back with you in no time and he’s ordering everyone around like an admiral does

“Simeon, Solomon start casting all the healing spells you know. Satan you could probably be of help as well with your knowledge on humans. Monitor their vitals. Luke, make sure they all stay conscious and focused and Belphie, slip into their subconscious and update us when anything changes.” It really is impressive

You wake up soon due to everything being so organized and that’s when Levi returns and the guilt starts eating him

He finally breaks down in your arms as you stoke your fingers through his hair and repeat the words “I’m okay”

Naturally, it will take lots of reassurance but he knows that training is best for you

Plus he’s trained his closest troops so he’d be glad to help you and keep you safe while helping you out

Satan

His mind goes blank; he can’t even feel his wrath as you fly back into a wall and transform back

He’s unfrozen when he hears the chaos of everyone else catching up to you and panicking on what to do

He still isn’t much help because his brain is still empty seeing you passed out from his magic

He knows exactly which spell you cast; it was a very dangerous one that could’ve even....fuck...

He starts getting angry at you, himself, his brothers, Lord Diavolo, everyone

He needs a few hours to himself to calm down before seeing anyone, especially you; this wasn’t your fault

When Satan returns, it still takes awhile for you to wake up

You both had a serious talk when you awoke about things like limiting yourself and not using potentially deadly spells *upset Satan noises*

Asmodeus

The most blood-curdling scream anyone has ever heard from him

He tries his best in vain to fly up and meet your falling body until you’re finally brought down safely by one of the other brothers

His sobbing is uncontrolled and messy throughout the entire emergency healing and it only slightly subsides during the recovery

It would’ve been hard to recognize him when you woke up; mascara running, lipstick smeared, eyes and cheeks puffy from tears

He was an absolute mess for you, which only worsened when you awoke

The wailing returned as he threw himself onto you forgetting you were hurt and kissing all over your face

“I can’t lose the one thing I love more than myself....”

Once he calms down a little more and realizes you’ll be okay, he starts his lecture on how all that stress definitely wasn’t good for his skin let alone yours and LOOK he’ such a mess!😣😣

He felt so useless when he couldn’t help you in your time of need, so he takes as many sessions as it takes with Simeon and Solomon to learn some healing magic

Beelzebub

He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing as his body sprints to catch your falling figure

All he’s thinking is ‘not another one’

He cannot deal with that again; he’s still eaten alive by survivor’s guilt as it is

He goes quieter than normal besides his stomach, only vaguely responding when he’s spoken to

All of his focus is on your chest slowly rising up and down, just making sure you’re breathing as he holds your hand while Simeon and Solomon work

After you’ve been stabilized, the giant falls into the arms of his twin who’s already been feeling Beel’s newfound guilt

When you wake up he just wraps you in the gentlest, most tender hug imaginable as he softly cries into your shoulder

It takes him awhile to get used to you fighting again, but he’s supportive as long as you’re safe and always promise to ask for help even if it’s not from him😭❤

Belphegor

This must be how Mammon felt when he flung MC down the stairs

The air is sucked from his lungs as he tries to scream for you but just chokes up

He tries to take a step but his knees give out and his eyes pool with tears

Beel grabs him and runs while his breathing returns as choked sobs and his body starts shaking with panic

The brothers actually have to shield him from you because he’s having a full blown panic attack seeing your body look so...dead....

Once he calms down a little, he insists on at least staying in the room you recover in

When you wake up he’s quiet and keeps his head turned away; but then you say his name and he starts sobbing again

It probably takes him the longest to get used to you fighting again, especially with his power

He can’t hurt you again

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s0ulsniper · 1 year

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Teach me how

2012 Leo x gn!reader

Request:

"Hey!! Can I request a 2012 Leo x (GN)reader, please? With the prompts 18, 42, 51 and 2 in order please! If you need any more details on my request you can message me :))))"

Thank you so much for being my first request I love you bro <3

@milkachi2v

Note: I'm sorry bro this isn't my best work, I rushed this 🤟🏻😭

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Lately, you have been getting into the arts a lot. Drawing was your newfound favorite thing. You've practiced a lot for the past couple of months, everywhere. So much so, that your teacher had to confiscate your notebook until the end of class. Usually it would've been your book, but now you've upgraded to a drawing notebook.

Of course, Leo noticed the new obsession and loved seeing you so concentrated, starting a new drawing every two seconds and forgetting the last one.

But the past couple of days you've been really into it. Spending almost the whole day in your room, music playing, and completely ignoring him.

He knows you didn't mean to but he also wants your attention.

Especially now since his brothers are busy doing their own thing, so he can't just bother them.

Straight after school, he texted you to see if you were coming over.

Usually he walked down to the school to meet you and go back to the lair.

But this time you told him you couldn't, and that you were sorry because you were busy.

Leo, being Leo, already knows you aren't busy. So he decided to make his way to your house.

He knocked on your door, and obviously didn't get an answer, he could hear the music blasting from your room and knew you wouldn't hear him.

He makes his way back outside and climbs up the ladders, knocking on your window.

He saw you in your room, as focused as ever and knocked again.

He saw you look up a bit and jump when you saw him, laughing while doing so.

You quickly turned your music down and went over to open the window.

"What are you doing here Leo?" You ask in a confused tone.

"Really? Like you got anything to do."

You roll your eyes and move for him to come in, making your way back to your fort of art supplies and pillows.

"I have got plenty to do." You answer back.

He laughs and sits down on your bed, making any room he could in your junkyard.

He let you be for a couple minutes, seeing if you would acknowledge his presence.

"Y/nnnn…" He whines hoping that would catch your attention.

To his expectation, you mumbled a "hm?" but didn't look up.

"Y/n cmonnn…"

"I'm busy Leo, I'm a full time worker." You mumbled.

He sighs, thinking of anything else to get your attention.

His eyes light up and he chuckles when he finds a perfect plan.

He gets up, walks over to your fort and sits right next to you, almost on top of you.

You look up at him confused on why he looks like he's plotting, but just go back to the drawing.

He pays no attention to the drawing and starts poking you in your sides.

Immediately you jump, a shocked look on your face while trying to push his hand away.

"Stopp-"

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention." He answers while poking you.

You push his hand away but that doesn't stop him.

"Okay– okay quit !"

He pulls his hand away smiling and you try to regain your breath and rub your side.

You pick up your notebook on the floor and try to put it on your bed but Leo's hand on your wrist stops you.

"Is that a drawing of me?" He asks while analyzing the drawing.

"Yes dumbass– I mean almost the whole notebook is." You admit and he takes the notebook from your hands gently and flips through.

If he wasn't already red, looking through the book definitely did the trick.

"I– wow. These are amazing y/n." He says looking through, then closing the notebook and hugging you.

The force from the hug pushes you back and you two are just hugging on the floor, in comfortable silence for a while.

"Teach me how to do it." He asks, breaking the silence.

You smile and sit up patting next to you so he can sit closer.

You grab an empty notebook and pencil, handing it to him and open your own.

"Just follow my lines." You tell him and he nods.

You slowly sketch, looking over and making sure he's following.

You try this for a couple minutes, checking in every couple seconds.

You guys were sitting together, silent and drawing together.

"It's so hard to sit here so close to you and not kiss you." He blurts and immediately looks back at his paper.

I look over at him smiling and red, confusedly looking at him.

"Okay, then why haven't you?" You ask.

He looks up at you surprised.

"What?"

"You heard me Leo."

His smile shifts into a smirk and pulls you in immediately.

His hands rest on your hips after you shift to get comfortable in his lap.

When he pulls away, you look at him laughing.

"Damn, maybe I should start ignoring you more often."

He shakes his head and pulls you in closer to a hug.

"Absolutely not, I won't let that happen." He mumbles into the crook of your neck.

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#rise of the tmnt #tmnt #tmnt x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt x gn reader

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randomgentlefolk · 1 year

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CPC CHAPTER 149

THE CALLBACK

INFILTRATION BABYYYYYY

It seems to me that Lance is getting further and further into betraying the Plaid Kingdom, seeing how nervous and unsure he is.

NO WAY HOW COME I DIDN'T REALIZE THIS BEFORE. LAMBCAT IS A GENIUS. I SHOULD LOOK FOR MORE POTENTIAL CALLBACKS WHEN I HAVE THE TIME.

"We will...not" Does this mean the minor characters are gonna have a big role? Heck yeah!! I've been curious about what curse they have. Especially about the girl with the curse that everything she speaks cause men in earshot to be filled in anguish. That could be really useful here.

Damn Frederick has lotta gags and I love that XD his hair, him falling, now the plants.. I wonder if there's more.

OH NO OH MAN IT'S STARTING. Wait this means only Beckett would guard the entrance of the palace, right? That's not good.. (cookie exchange sounds good tho I want that)

YOOOOOO NELL'S PREMONITION. Her face tho 💀 just what the heck did she see. Well, looking at how she moves the tent, I'm guessing something is gonna hit the tent if the tent is not moved? Ooh, could it be that big metal ball Lorena was carrying in the previous chapter? Or maybe something else?

Orson calming Monika down by reminding her of a Turtles of The Round Table scene 😭 Gosh that always works so well. I've use this technique for myself but I'm not sure what it's called. I know the 4-7-8 breathing and the 5 things you can see method, but I haven't known what this particular method is called. I guess it counts as deep breaths but with additional things? Someone help me out here lol.

The fact that previously we had Cpc and Plaid Princes collab, and now it's Cpc and The Princels lmao.

Blaine. Bro. Stop. Stop it Blaine just stop at this point like what 😭 I don't like that look on his face he looks like Leland. At first I hehe haha but after I saw Blaine I decide I don't like this anymore 😭

SUZIE!!! GOOOOO TEAM BLUE BETRAYING THEIR KINGDOM (Suzie and possibly Lance)

Okay do they just have a big Princess Panda's head laying around or what XD ngl that is ONE HECK OF A GREAT CREEP. Imagine that as Halloween costume.

That's all for now. I guess I should address this too:

"Why haven't I been posting cpc stuff? Arts? General discussion?" Well let's just say I got a littleeeee bit numbness growing inside of me haha xd but do not worry! I'm fine. It's more of uhhh things that usually interest me and makes me feel excited doesn't serve the same purpose anymore. It sucks, but I'm gonna get through it. (Also scrolling through social media felt tiring lately so that's why I haven't interact with your cpc posts and all. Sorry about that too)

But anyway! Enough with my possible depression, I have final exams tomorrow so sadly the next cpc review post would be late as usual :') Unless I get bored of studying, that is! XD

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc

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problematiquearts · 1 year

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actually. fuck it. bro strider 4channer to furry pipeline:

his first fursona is one that he makes as a joke. its a smuppet and for maximum irony it's drawn in the mlp style. no one *really* gets just how funny this is

but hey i turns out hes like... actually pretty decent at the mlp art style? someone on /b/ (bro strider 4channer canon) asks him to draw fetish art of one of the ponies and that's *hilarious*. porn of a kids show? Fucking phenomenal. never been done before. show stopping. you will never understand the levels of irony he's on. drawing porn of a kids show, that he watches because its funny for him, the manliest man ever, to watch a tv show aimed at little girls about the power of friendship. Fetish art that he's being commissioned for by some loser who's actually into the fetish and doesn't see the hilarity of human sexuality like he, the ultimate chad thundercock, does. weird way to say you get no bitches but go off, king <3

draws weird crossover saw/mlp art for the lols. (you just dont get it. you dont understand the irony. you dont see his vision.) Rainbow Dash in a reverse bear trap. Pinky Pie as john kramer, but the depressed one with straight hair.

then equestria girls comes out. he has Opinions. Why make them human and keep the fantastical skin tones? Theyre not even horses. Ridiculous. At least stick the pony heads back on them shits. Rainbow Dash still best girl

He does just that. put them pony heads back on those human bodies stat. Cue the 'lol furry' comments on /b/ for that one. And actually, wouldnt that be hilarious? who would think *he* would be a furry at first glance? Comedy has never been so sweet.

Hes a furry puppet porn artist now. He's gonna make popular furry crushes to do snuff in puppet form. Gets really into the muscle bara types of furries. Also horses, hes already committed to being a clopper. Might as well commit to the bit a little more and just make it all cartoon horses.

... this is feeling less and less ironic as the days go by. so many people think hes like these freaks online and he's still doing the occasional commission for whoever is brave enough to approach him on his mountain of weird fetish porn. when finally..... finally....... someone asks him if he as a sona because they never see him draw his own stuff.

Well... no. he didnt. he had an old smuppet mlp oc but that... well its not that it wasnt him, it was that it wasn't.... really a sona in the ways these people meant it. And hes supposed to be committing to the bit right? double or nothing. So he does some research. (its a 3 day binge of every how to guide on deviantart and furaffinty) About how to make a fursona. I mean that doesnt... he not *really*, ya know? its an ironic thing.

So he makes the hottest horse-man youve ever fucking seen just as a way of taking the joke full circle. of course bro doodles him occasionally, sticks him in a smuppet kigurumi and everything.

and then he gets his first piece of fanart. it's like... actually good. they drew him his fursona with a loving kind of detail and Bro doesnt... know how to take that. This genuine affection for something he's done without expectation of reciprocation is kinda frying his brain. He doesn't respond to the post or the message. he does make it his profile picture though.

and someone asks about his puppet videos, if he makes all of the plushies himself? Maybe if he takes custom orders. And asking about the puppets genuinely is like a cheat code to get him to talk, even if he's got short responses. his first special interest was the muppets and that slid into puppetry so easy it was like breathing.

so he says the exact specs are a trade secret, but yeah, commissions were on the table for the right price. And that's how he gets roped into making his first fursuit. It turns out surprisingly well! Bro is a perfectionist and years of sewing famous characters and celebs into snuff fueled stop motion sex dolls has given him a lot more technical know how than you might think.

one thing leads to another and Stratos Fur rolls around. he doesn't buy a ticket. But he does make an excuse to himself to be near the convention center/airport. Someone's seam rips and he insults the shoddy workmanship. This is how he makes friends <3

'You paid for that crap? the stich tension alone would be a waste of good thread. Gonna fall apart under its own weight in 6 months.'

oh yeah smartass? what's your suggestion, then?

'get your money back. Or find someone who actually knows what they're doing. aint my wallet screaming'

As much as it's a dick thing to say it does kinda make them laugh. Finally, a non fetish based insult. Bro watches them go to sew it up themself and clicks his tongue. 'Whip stitch is gonna look like shit on the outside. Use an overlock.'

it's clear they have no idea what the hell that means. He huffs. 'Gimme the needle 'fore you hurt yourself.' And he slav squats right there for the next 15 minutes sewing a straight line without so much as a hair out of place. Human touch isn't nearly so bad through a layer of foam and fabric, as it turns out.

I've lost steam here but what's important is that Bro realizes that the fursuit limits human contact and theoretically would just be like piloting a giant furry mecha + inability to be over stimulated because he's being lightly squished by foam on all sides in a dark place. he can chill even while he would normally be freaking out. personal fursuit time babey.

Also important to me is that his asshole behavior correctly reads to other socially awkward assholes as 'not actually trying to start shit. human connection is just hard' and he gets adopted by the furry catgirl coders. he let's it happen because they remind him so much of Roxy and he's always had a soft spot for her, even if he denies it all the time.

having friends his own age who share his interests is good for him. support system to teaching him a few good coping mechanism to getting him on an ssri to hey if that's not working you wanna try my mood stabilizers? I switched to a different brand and I like just ordered a 3 month supply of the old ones to oh shit, he's kinda normal now. he really does need to be on those, huh?

#bro #inane blatherings #this is the most canon i will ever write him btw. i am dragging him kicking and screaming into being a better person #he hates it so so much <3

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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year

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Characters Whom I believe that would be that one person “You got games on your phone” if MC brought a working phone with a charger and some how wifi-

PT: 2

Featuring: Dia, Tino, Jasper, Knight, Grayson, Sherry and Violet

Warning: Crack and Cursing

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Dia: Good luck, he subscribed yourself to a Netflix, Disney +, Crunchy roll, Hulu, Amazon Prime etc. Knowing damn well you don’t have an income to pay for all of those apps-

He also likes learning from social media the differences between both of your worlds. But we’re here for crack so cut out the wholesomeness-

He started rage playing those stupid adds where the player purposely does bad to get you to download and guess what? He did download and now he’s huffing in gas breathing heavily playing it.

So now you have a lot of unnecessary games and Dia is now saying movie references and pretends not to know that it was while your freaking out.

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Tino: He goes on Facebook like an old lady and giggles at minion memes, he didn’t even watch Despicable Me on the apps that fucking Dia downloaded and got a membership on 💀

He goes out of his way to show it to you and Lynt and it’s really cute except it’s not funny what so ever

“:0 Look MC they’re little yellow monsters they look cute ☺️ This is so funny.”

That’s the minion meme he showed you. The laugh you pretend to give him was a lot more funny then the meme itself-

He also likes looking at cooking videos. And he saw the Duolingo memes everyone probably knows about the; “Looks like you forgot your Spanish lessons-“ and Tino took it seriously and started freaking out especially when he saw it downloaded and you had a notification on your phone.

He almost through it out a window but luckily Lynt was there to stop him 💀

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Jasper: bro made a Tinder and An Omegle account and thought it was a type of place to make friends but the dumbass was then greeted by those weird freaks on there

he also was roasted tf out of by lil ass kids because they said and I quote. “HA LOOK HE HAS GRANNY GLASSES-“ Bro cried.

Bro also likes to listen to rap song and likes rock music, he also saw the Emo style and ran with it. Bro became and edge lord over night.

He also likes to make those horrific IMovie movies. They’re low quality but everyone has fun. He does post it so- Now he’s a meme on the internet

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Knight: Good luck your fyp is now full of cat memes, cat videos and your camera roll? Cat pictures.

It’s really cute how he laughs at them.

Also bro download Fortnight- “TOA COME GET YOUR MIDGET-“

He learned so much curses and insults from playing with 5th grades and you can hear the yells from another fucking building- It’s scary how much anger he has locked in. 😦

Another thing is he likes Pokémon Go and animal Jam

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Grayson: He doesn’t use it that much but when he does, I like to imagine bro is a fanfiction writer 💀-

The other consorts pay him to write fanfiction about them and you. He has a Wattpad and tumblr account. He also has used your hard earned money for fan art commissions.

He also got disappointed when he found out you don’t have a printer for that monstrosity he’s been paying for 💀-

He also learned how to do TikTok dances and him, Roy and Sherry have all been making tiktoks.

He got addicted to Girls go games 💀

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Sherry: She learned instinctively how to use your phone it’s amazing how everyone else was like fucking Dinosaurs.

Also now has a TikTok Cult fan base and has more followers than Charli Damelio it’s amazing-

She also likes to go on Reddit and is now a Reddit user and it’s scary because she no has a high quality sense of humor.

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Violet: Immediately made a Tinder account for a date, is sad that they’re from another world. You’re jealous.

She payed Grayson to write fanfiction about you and her

She started giggling, kicking her feet, twirling her hair and while reading it and Fenn walks in to join her on reading “MC x reader” smut.

The look on your face when you got your phone back after one whole day was concerning.

She also likes to look at you camera roll and social media accounts and it all fun and games til she got a notification from one of your relatives with your old baby pictures.-

#Grayson hot #court of darkness #court of darkness x reader #sherry invidia #Violet muller #court of darkness knight #tino maes #grayson hotz #jasper lane

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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i don't wanna be okay without you

submission for: @h-shibas's "Lights, Camera, Action" Collab (also, here's wishing the organizer a happy birthday too <33)

type of writing: oneshot

trope: actor au, film au, love triangle (story’s inspired from many Hindi movies, especially Om Shanti Om minus the reincarnation part, iykyk)

warnings: living a hard life in the slums, familial isolation, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of domestic abuse, toxic marriage, mentions of miscarriage, adultery, angst from Erwin, comfort from Levi, Erwin being a sexist director, police arrest, suggestive (implied NSFW, so minors please DNI), please lmk if i miss any more cw . also this is kinda dark so i'm tagging it as dark content just in case

song: i don’t wanna be okay without you - charlie burg

beta reading: @beware-of-the-rogue @tsukisdarling

tagging: @akaashi-todorki @hyeque @wakatshi @wakasa-wifey @azrail-core @fuwushiguro @ry0m3n @tokyometronetwork @cirigiri @reinaphoria @scandescent @zorosbozo @megumischubbycheeks

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number of words: 4880

a/n: okay, so this took me A MONTH to do this, and I'm finally finally here. I know I touch on really sensitive topics here, but I've had this story in my head for weeks now, so i hope y'all understand. ALSO, I love Erwin Smith, okay? I've made him a villain for the sake of the plot, nothing else. Likes, comments and reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, fyi, i do not condone cheating in any way. Also, (Y/N) = Your name, (L/N) = Last Name, (E/C) = Eye Color

Levi was sprinting through the dimly lit halls, pursued by onlookers. When he used to dwell in The Underground, a covert term for the filthiest slums in Mitras, Wall Sheena's most populous city, he had stolen a loaf of bread from the bakery. “Thief, thief,” shouted the crowd behind him as he bolted for his life. He wasn't a coward, and he was a self-taught marksman and martial arts student, but he was in a hurry to assist his ailing mother, Kuchel. She could only eat one loaf of bread at a time. He tripped over a rock while running and was about to drop the loaf of bread when he screamed. As he yelled, his body jolted as he was startled awake by the ringing of his mobile alarm. He grumbled and turned off the alarm, taking deep breaths to bring himself back to reality.

He sat up and drew his legs closer to him, his elbows on his knees, his face on his open hands, and he groaned nonstop. He had been having recurring nightmares for a long time and had no idea how to stop them. With troubled eyes, he gazed to his left at a framed photo of his mother, who was currently in a coma, hoping that she would recover soon enough to witness his debut in his first cinematic venture. His phone abruptly rang at the right bedside table. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Furlan, one of his best pals who was now working as an assistant director in the Eldian Film Industry, along with two other people on the conference call.

Levi answers the phone, his jaw clenching in irritation, only to hear his two other close friends, Isabel and Hange, shriek at the fact that Levi was half-naked. “Put on a freaking shirt, Levi bro,” Isabel grumbles, her left arm concealing her eyes while her right grips the phone. He gets out of bed, throws the phone on the bed, looks for a black full-sleeve shirt, puts it on, and returns to the call with a large grunt.

Isabel teases, “It took you long enough, Levi bro.” “Get to the point, Isabel,” Levi continued, grumbling. “Why did you all call me?” says the narrator. Hange rambled on, enthralled. “I hope you remember, Leviiiii, that you have to meet him today.” “Who is he?” Levi wondered, his eyes narrowing. “Erwin Smith, the head of the Survey Corps Productions,” Furlan interjected. “He was the one who cast your mo-” “Shhh!” Isabel says to Furlan, calming him down. “Levi bro doesn't need to be reminded of his mother's lineage.”

“All right, I'll go,” Levi said, sighing. “Now, everyone, hang up, right now. Don't forget to meet me there, four-eyes,” he said, addressing Hange.

They saluted him and said, “Aye, captain,” putting an end to the call. “Ugh, Do I really have to do this?” he grumbled, but then turned to gaze at his mother's photo and replied, “Only for you, ma.”

Levi chose to go by a mononym when he discovered he was descended from the Ackerman family, one of Tinseltown's most prominent families along with the Yeager and Arlert families because he carried animosity towards the clan for isolating his mother when he was born out of wedlock. He'd worked odd jobs, extra roles, and minor actor roles ever since to develop a sense of punctuality, cleanliness, orderliness, and a sense of understanding of the profession so he could help her find work. Until she was involved in an accident and went into a long-term coma, with doctors unsure when she would wake up. That’s when a tall, blonde-haired man with a certain nobility about himself introduced himself to Levi as Erwin Smith, the renowned director.

“Levi, I was good friends with your mother. Ever since her banishment, I've made it a point to find her work in some capacity.”

Rolling his eyes, Levi says, “Look, Mr. Smith, I understand that you’ve extended your helping hand to my mother in the past, but now you can wash your hands of her,” gesturing to Erwin’s hands, “because she’s in a coma, and there’s nothing you can do to help.”

Erwin adds, folding his arms, “I knew you’d say something like that. Hence, I did not only come here to see Kuchel but also to see you. I'm offering you a lead role in my film, 'Attack on Titan,' as your first major cinematic role. You can then invest your money towards her treatment. How do you feel about that?”

He then turned to face his dying mother, who was still on a ventilator and fighting for her life. He then phoned his manager, Hange Zöe, as well as his best friends, Furlan Church and Isabel Magnolia, who had already entered the film industry, working as assistant directors to Miche Zacharius. They eventually persuaded him to do the film after a long and drawn-out argument. Levi then shook Erwin's hand and agreed to the bargain.

Erwin saw Levi and Hange come into the office with a black polo neck shirt and blue jeans on the first day of the script reading of “Attack on Titan.” “Okay, let's finish this soon,” Levi grunted, to which Erwin replied, “sure, sure, come in. The actress has yet to arrive.”

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door a couple of times before Erwin answered, “Come in,” causing the door to open and you to enter. In addition to your black jeans, you were wearing a white shirt with lace at the top. Every time you showed up, it was as if the entire world came to a halt for Levi.

When Levi saw you for the first time in the film, “Shiganshina Came Crumbling Down,” his eyes lit up. Not only was he in awe of your beauty, but also of the way you carried yourself. When he played small parts in TV shows and movies such as “Escape to Trost,” “Life at the Garrison,” and so on, he gained more respect for you. In your initial encounters and later interactions, you appeared kind to him.

He shook his head in disbelief, “Mr. Smith, am I-” Erwin smiled, continuing, “I remember you said you liked (Y/N) (L/N), so what better way to get to know her than by working with her?”

Both of you shook hands with each other, you stated while smiling, “It will be a pleasure to work with you, Levi,” and he agreed, replying “Same here, Ms. (L/N).” As they sat, she laughed and said, “Please, call me (Y/N). It's okay.”

As she turned to Erwin, Levi noticed that she had a genuine bond with him, one based on love and respect. You honestly felt glad that you had Erwin by your side. He’d been there for your ups and downs and stayed with you by your side. He was your husband after all.

However, because Erwin wanted to keep the marriage a secret (one of the reasons being that the industry is not kind to married women working in films), only both of your friends were the ones that knew, which included Mikasa Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, and Sasha Braus. They were the ones who would keep an eye on you and warn you to be cautious around Erwin. Not because he didn't love you; he just had a different way of expressing it.

As you and Levi rehearsed the lines from the script, you both silently noticed that the flow was surprisingly smooth, as if they knew exactly what and how they were going to say the lines. Erwin was ecstatic about the interaction. The script readings went so well for a few days that you all decided to start shooting right away.

Months after the filming began, the level of difficulty gradually increased, especially for Levi. “I don't know how to channel these feelings into acting.”

“That's because you always have a straight face,” Furlan joked, and Isabel laughed along. Levi scowled at both of them, causing them to stand firm.

“Well, why don't you guys bond?” Hange suggested, laughing. “Start talking more, and maybe you guys will eventually help each other, and Leviii, maybe it will benefit you in some way,” they shrugged and grinned at him.

After some thought, Levi responded, “I don't see why that wouldn't be a good opportunity.” “So it's settled,” Erwin said as he clapped. “Levi, you and (Y/N) should get together and practice lines, stat.”

You went to Levi's house that day and began rehearsing the lines. While you two were taking a break, Levi nervously asked, “Would you like anything to drink? Tea, coffee, or something else?” You replied, “I'd like tea with milk, please.” Levi smiled at you, nodding in agreement and relieved that you liked tea as much as he did.

You enjoyed his way of making tea while you two were drinking. “Levi, this is some of the best tea I've ever had!” you exclaimed with twinkling eyes, “how did you learn to make it?”

Levi's eyes became sad as he looked down at the ground and said, “My mother used to teach me. She enjoyed drinking tea like this.”

You placed your hand on his and said, “Erwin informed me of the situation. I'm truly sorry. What is your mother's condition?”

Levi sighed, “She's doing okay, but I'm...,” his voice becoming softer as his shoulders sagged. “I'm terrified, (Y/N). What if she doesn't make it? Everything will be for naught.”

You took a deep breath and held his hand, “Levi, if it weren't for Erwin, I wouldn't be here today. As the world knows, the (L/N) family is well-known, but it wasn't always that way. They were in shambles and were unable to support themselves. When I was seven years old, my parents split, and I was raised by two families, one of whom, the (L/N) family, became famous. It was through them that I first met Erwin. Our conversation finally led to a strong friendship. However, both of my families liked to tell me what to do, how to eat, and how to look, and that bothered me a lot, it made me feel uncomfortable within my skin, but then Erwin promised them that he’d take care of me and I moved out of the house ever since.”

“The fact that I’m able to be the way I want to be where I am, was because I chose to do so,” you continued, putting your hand on Levi’s shoulder, smiling, “and so can you. I’m very sure that your mother loves you very much and wants nothing but the best for you. I know you’re doing this for her, and she must already be proud of you for going through this regardless.”

He turned to you with a sorrowful expression, his anxious breaths slowly calming down, smiling at you, “thank you, (Y/N). It meant a lot, and I’m sorry I had no idea you were going through a lot.”

Nodding, you smiled at him, and like gravity was trying to set you two up, you were about to stand up, but because your feet were sore, you stumbled and were about to fall off your chair, only for Levi to catch you. Both of you couldn’t explain what this pull you had towards each other but as you were going to give in to the moment, your faces approaching each other, you’re brought back to reality with a jolt as you receive a phone call from Erwin.

“Hi, Erwin,” you answer the call, and you hear from the other side, “babe, are you still at Levi’s house? Let me pick you up.” You nod, “yes, Erwin, I’m here. Thank you, please let me know whenever you’re here.”

You two adjust your clothing as if you were about to commit a travesty. “Can we not-” you start, but Levi interrupts you, “don’t worry, I won’t tell Erwin or anyone. Thank you, for everything.”

You nodded, thanking Levi, as you got a call from Erwin, where he informs you that he had reached. Levi waved goodbye to you as you got into the car with Erwin, who said, “I miss you, baby,” as he kissed you on the cheek, and you smiled while he drove you home.

Over the next few days, shooting continued as usual, but suddenly, one day, you felt uneasy, nauseated, even. So you said you would be back in five minutes. That five minutes turned into an hour. Erwin checked on you in the meantime, and another hour passed by.

Levi was then sent to your vanity car to call for you but as he approached you, he could hear you crying from outside. So, to avoid being caught, he stayed out of their line of vision, while peering through their window. “Babe, I can’t do this, I can’t hide whatever we have with us,” you vent to Erwin as Levi overhears with a confused expression.

“(Y/N),” Erwin said with a straight face, “you know that the fans of the Elysian Film Industry are not kind towards married women,” causing Levi to gasp silently in shock, but what was said next, caused him to go blank for a while, “let alone be married to me and be the mother of our child.”

In trying to comprehend what he had just heard, Levi realized he needed to get out of their sight before Erwin saw him. Thus, he hid behind the vanity car. His heart sank as he squatted on the ground, shocked to learn that his romantic interest was married and pregnant. It irked him more as he realized that you had to hide all of this due to prejudice against married women.

A moment later, he contemplated walking out of the film shooting, the reason being that it hit too close to home. He was reminded of why he hated this industry, to begin with, because his mother was isolated from him by it. Even so, he was determined not to leave you behind as he wiped the tears from his cheeks despite not having realized they were flowing. Instead, he will be by your side every step of the way.

Levi waited for Erwin to go before knocking on your door and calling out to you as he clenched his fist and clicked his tongue in annoyance. As Erwin left, he knocked, “Can I come in, (Y/N)?” You responded, “sure, please come in,” sniffling and wiping away your tears as you put on a phony grin.

When Levi enters, he kneels alongside you and takes your hand in both of his. He looks at you, concernedly. “(Y/N)? Is everything alright with you? Can I help you in any way?”

Even though you smiled, cupped his cheek, and said, “I'm fine, Levi. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I was just sick, that’s all,” he wasn't convinced by your response, but he was willing to overlook it all for the sake of your well-being.

Because you weren't feeling well during the next few days, production had to wind up early. Levi had noticed that your face had turned pale and you'd lost your usual pleasant smile one day at the shooting when you opted to leave early. Your shoulder had a bruise that he could see through. He sensed something had happened to you, and he was determined to find out what it was.

This time, Levi was the one who came home to see you, and when your butler opened the door, he was momentarily astonished, as if he had seen a ghost. Your face looked pale, your makeup was streaked with tears, there was a lot of material all over the place, and you were sobbing hysterically.

“(Y/N), are you okay? Please tell me what happened!” he exclaimed as he ran to you and took you in his arms. He looked at you with sad eyes, softly asking, “It’s okay, shhh,” quieting you, “I’m here. So, please, tell me what happened.”

That’s when you wrapped your arms around him, sobbing, “Levi, my baby, she’s gone. I had a miscarriage. Ever since then, Erwin’s been rude and distant with me, in private,” and showed her shoulders that had bruises, marks that most likely looked like from being hit. You continued, sniffling, “I even suspect that he's been cheating on me.”

This pissed Levi off but as he was about to suggest halting the production of the film, you said, sniffling, “Listen, Levi, we’re going ahead with the film. I don’t want this film’s reputation to be marred by this, it’ll cause a scandal and I don’t want that right now, so please, can we still do the film?”

He caressed your head and said, “okay, but I’ll be staying with you in the vanity car as a ruse for practicing lines. I want to protect you,” and that caused you to nod.

For the next few days, you hide your emotions and pain and channel it through acting out certain scenes. Erwin felt would make this your best performance, when in truth, you're terrified of his behavior if things go wrong.

However, the ambiance deteriorated. Erwin treated you rudely anytime you made a minor mistake, forcing you to shudder and be afraid of him. He insulted you in front of everyone by stating that he took you from nothing and made you the actress you are right now and that you needed to pull yourself together.

You were irritated especially since this was the first time he criticized you in public, but the completion of the project was critical to you. As you returned to the vanity car to rehearse lines, you found safety in Levi, who was wise beyond his years. He, a rookie, supplied more insight into his character than any seasoned actor you'd dealt with, and he incorporated that into their methods. It had gotten to the point where you only felt comfortable in the vanity car or other places where you hung out with Levi.

During one such vulnerable moment, in the vanity car, you were crying while he was hugging you. “Levi,” you sniffled, as you two were sitting in the car, “I don’t understand why he’s being rude to me, he’s not spoken a word of kindness to me these past few days, and I’m scared that he’ll leave me.”

Levi cups your cheeks with his hands and says, “If I were you, I’d walk out of the movie and the marriage, because you deserve much better, but I know that you’re a champion and you’ve handled him so far, I believe you can handle him till the end of the film. You should leave him, though,” smiling at you while wiping the tears off your face.

He examined your face for a moment, and looked at you in sheer awe. “(Y/N), do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

Suddenly, something sparked in his mind as he took something out of his bag to give you something. It was a snow globe that had the figures of two of them kissing while the snow was falling. As he keeps the snow globe to a side, in awe of him and everything that he’d been doing, you put your hands around his neck, draw your face closer to him and place a peck on his lips. Levi was expectedly dumbfounded by this action but closed his eyes anyway to not let go of the moment.

However, what was supposed to be a peck evolved into something else as your lips start to lock with each other, and you two end up kissing hard, as your fingers raked through his hair and he places his hand on the nape of your neck. A good amount of time passed by as you two were kissing only for realization to hit you hard as you forcefully released yourself from the kiss. “Levi, this, this can’t happen.” You stutter as Levi nods, and while both of you stayed silent, both of you realized that this was the best kiss that each other had in the longest time.

Despite that moment, everyone behaved professionally, not wanting to interrupt the shooting schedule, ensuring the film’s success. However, both of you were oblivious to the fact that ever since the accidental kiss you two shared, you're all he thought about, and he was all that you thought about.

You were the light in his life that was shrouded in darkness, and he was the escape that you needed from your harsh reality. As his Instagram account was established, and he uploaded the photographs that Furlan forced him to upload from the photoshoot, many people loved him, and many people judged each other for loving him and claiming him to be theirs, but one day, when the shooting ended, as you turned to him while you were walking away with Erwin, the languages that your eyes spoke said a thousand words to each other than flattery ever could. You two were truly in love with each other in a world full of facades, and you didn’t want to be okay without each other.

During your usual hangout at your vanity car, once you were done rehearsing the lines, you stared into each other’s eyes continuously, and with panting breaths, it hit you two that both of you realized that you liked each other and couldn’t stay away from each other. That’s when you gave in to your desires as you drew your faces closer to each other enveloping yourselves into a deep kiss as you move back to the bedroom that you’d made for quick naps.

As the clothes started to peel off each other’s bodies, the sheets were witness to a new love story blossoming as Levi kissed you in places that had the bruises, which caused you to wince, but he didn’t lose eye contact with you, because before you went back to shooting, he needed to express how deeply in love with you he was.

This didn’t end up being a one-time thing as every day, whenever you two finished practicing, you two would sleep with each other. You thus started a tryst with Levi unbeknownst to Erwin, who was clearly in awe of the way you two acted eventually in the scene, bringing the passion you two had for each other towards the film.

You didn’t just get closer to Levi physically. You two talked more often, connected on a deeper level than you with Erwin, and he introduced you to Furlan and Isabel, who accepted you wholeheartedly and were willing to defend you with all they had. Hange, while being friendly with you, warned the both of you, suggesting that you two be careful as Erwin would make life uneasy for you if he found out.

When Mikasa found out about the situation, she was concerned and doubtful about Levi’s intentions. However, once they met, she realized that he truly possessed the blood of an Ackerman. Stern and stubborn, yet kind-hearted deep down and accepted him wholeheartedly, willing to pitch in to help in however she could to ensure Kuchel’s recovery. During this time, Erwin and you had a big argument which led to you exclaiming that you were moving out of the apartment, and you then moved into Isabel’s apartment to ensure you and Levi continued to meet in secret to avoid any scandal.

Five months later, the production was wrapped up and the film was set to release. A day before the private screening, Erwin called you, “(Y/N), are you excited about the private screening? I’d like it for us to go together.”

You scowled and were dumbfounded by his audacity to still appear on good terms in public. “Listen, Erwin,” you retorted, sitting up on the couch while you were initially lying down, “no matter how much you cajole me to come back to you, it’s not going to work. You’d made me feel miserable about myself ever since I had the miscarriage. Do you think I depended on you to get out of my miserable past? No, I chose to go with you. We married each other, remember? Or no, your reputation is too important for you, more important than our marriage!”

Erwin laughed maniacally as fear gripped you with his tone changing to something that she’d never heard. “Oh, poor (Y/N),” Erwin smirked, “did you think I’ll let the baby come into the world while we were supposed to be the most successful couple? Hah!” He scoffed, “absolutely not! Isn’t that right, Petra baby?” Petra? Baby?

You thought to yourself for a moment as it clicked. “Wait, Erwin,” you inquired, “did you cause the-” Erwin laughed again, as he responded arrogantly, “yes! I was the one who caused the miscarriage. Remember when I asked my assistant, Petra, to serve you tea before I came to call for you?”

Your eyes widened in the realization that that day, Erwin slipped a pill in the tea, that caused you to feel uneasy and that’s how you eventually lost the baby. You started seeing red as you clench your fists in rage, but as your (E/C) orbs land on the picture of the two of you in the hall, an idea pops in your mind as you take a deep breath and tell Erwin with a cunning smile, “you know what? Let’s go! There’s no point in arguing, right?”

As you walk in your red halter neck gown with Erwin and Levi to the private screening, several pictures were taken by different paparazzi. As you posed with different supporting actors, and finally, when you posed with Erwin and with Levi, people could observe the difference in your interactions. All of you went inside the theater, and as all of you saw the final product, Levi and you secretly held hands as you two saw that every scene was picturized beautifully and for his debut, Levi created magic on screen.

After coming out of the screening, Erwin was interviewed by Connie who had opted to be one of the interviewers for the screening. “Hello, Connie,” Erwin greeted him with a smile, following which Connie grinned, replying, “Hello, Mr. Erwin, I hope you can spare a couple of seconds for an interview.” Erwin nodded, causing Connie to tell Sasha to roll the camera and Jean to make notes. “So, Mr. Erwin,” Connie asked, “how did you like your film?” Erwin beamed and continued, “I can’t be more proud of my casting choices. As always, (Y/N) has left her mark on screen as one of the most talented actresses, period, but it was Levi’s night tonight as he shone on screen. He is a force to be reckoned with.”

Connie smiled, continuing, “that’s wonderful. Speaking of (Y/N), we’ve heard from different sources, that you two are actually married in secret, and that she even bore your child, is that true?”

Erwin scowled on hearing this, but put up a fake smile, saying, “Even if it was true, the industry sadly makes fun of married women, saying that they don’t deserve to work, so you should be able to understand why we kept our marriage a secret?”

Not fazing from his stance, Connie then asked a hard-hitting question. “Ah, that makes sense. Is that why you caused her to have a miscarriage?”

Erwin widened his eyes in shock, how did people come to know? Nervously laughing, Erwin said, “oh, but that’s nonsense. Who told you that?”

That’s when he heard a voice from a distance who replied, “I did,” Levi approached Erwin and Connie and replied, “Erwin, I thank you for the opportunity that you gave me. Working with you gave me the confidence I didn’t know I needed. However, I dug deep into some articles, and I realized that it was you, who reported to the press that my mother was pregnant with me, causing her to be isolated from the family. I also know, that my once close friend, Petra Ral, who now works with you, is now dating you. So, when I came to Isabel's house, I noticed that you and (Y/N) talking over the phone. So, I found a way to record the conversation and once I recorded the conversation, I found enough arsenal needed to take you down. So I took the tape to Mikasa, who took it to Eren and Armin, who then took it to Connie, Jean, and Sasha and we devised a plan, together.”

That’s when Levi’s uncle, Kenny Ackerman, a senior superintendent in the Military Brigade of Mitras, cuffed Erwin’s hands with Sasha continuing to record the whole thing. “Erwin Smith,” Kenny ordered, “you are under arrest for…”

As Kenny was reading out the crimes Erwin was arrested for, Levi walked away from there and ran to you to hug you. Your hug then caught the attention of a section of paparazzi. “It’s all over now, baby. We can be together without any fear and I promise to support you in every way,” he tells you while you smile, seeing that justice was finally served.

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littlefroginthegarden · 5 months

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Sold to Heartsteel 6/24

look at part 1 for tags (also you should obv start there with reading)

it's so cold outside but i'm really in christmas mood now :))

Part 6

“Aww come on, I’m just playing! Plus, look at how he’s blushing.” Suddenly Ezreal is really close and I can feel his breath hot on my neck. “I like flirting with cute boys. Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He puts his hand on my shoulder and leans back again. I can’t even answer but luckily, nobody expects me to do so as Kayn speaks up.

“So anyways, I saw your art, it’s sick bro!” I’m surprised, he’s the last person I expected this from. I slightly smile at him, I didn’t think any of them would know about my art but it makes me really proud.

“Yeah, I saw your fanart of us and damn, that shit is sick!” Sett chimes in and Aphelios nods in agreement.

“Thank you guys!” I finally manage to say. “I never thought you would actually see that.”

“I’ve been following you since you posted your first drawings of us and I showed all the boys, we’re long-time fans of your work.” Ezreal chimes in from behind me.

Yone clears his throat. “We were hoping you could do some work for us. We all love your style.”

“Oh, that’s why you got me?” I ask, suddenly reminded again why I was here. My face falls a bit but nobody seems to notice.

“Let’s talk about business another time. We’re here for our movie night, to forget about our work.” K’Sante interrupts.

“What are we watching?” Sett asks, immediately getting interrupted by Ezreal. “Can we watch a horror movie?”

Kayn just laughs in response. “Sure but I pick the movie.” Ezreal slightly frowns in response and I realize I really don’t wanna watch a horror movie of Kayn’s choice.

“Can we watch something that’s not scary?” I ask K’Sante quietly, he seems to be the father figure of the group.

Sett must’ve heard as he says “Why don’t we watch this new gay movie from this summer? What was the name? ‘Bottoms’? I bet Ezreal would love to see the representation!” This earned him a jab in his ribs from Aphelios’ elbow. “Ouch, I’m just kidding babe” he laughs.

“Since you peasants wouldn’t appreciate my ideas anyways, how about we just watch something that’s fun for everyone?” Yone now chimes in too.

“And what’s your suggestion, smart man?” Kayn laughs.

“A classic – ‘10 things I hate about you’.”

Kayn groans and is ready to protest, but when I say “That’s a cute movie, one of my all-time favorites!” he stops and says “Sure, why not?”

#heartsteel #ezreal #yone #kayn #sett #aphelios #ksante #hwei #league of legends #riot games #riot games music #heartsteel headcanons #hwei pov #hwei x heartsteel #not gonna tell you who though hehe youll have to find out i guess #heartsteel mlm #transmasc character #this is just a trashy fun little project #dont take it too seriously

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somemydayy · 2 years

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Relationship! w/ Stray Kids

Chan— for the last three years you were stuck with the same terribly boring ballet partner. so when the cutest, and get this actually talented guy decided to joined the class. you might have maybe begged Shin Ryujin to trade partners at the cost of setting her up on a date, with your older brother. sorry bro, but love trumpets all.

Minho— you and minho has been classmates since kindergarten and for that, he detested you like no other. you always knew the right words to say to get under his skin. one day he spotted on your way to school, with terrible dark circles and ridiculous bed hair. he couldn’t contain his curiosity, and so he approached. just as he made his way towards you, he saw you chase after a cat, who so happened to run down the street, and up a old tree near your school. it was almost impressive seeing you run after the little thing. you weren’t exactly a track-star, and as horrible as it seemed minho liked seeing you struggle just a bit. but nonetheless being the good samaritan he was, he went to safe the lost angel. he finally was able to save the poor thing. at first he was puzzled by the sincerity of your thanks he received from you. he was surprised to say the least, he’ll never admit it, but he can tolerate you a little bit more now. but let’s make thing clear he likes your cat, not you. that is for now, at least.

Changbin— is the local tattoo artist you admire and wants to get a tattoo from, but he always declines to schedule a appointment. claiming he’s super booked at the moment. to bad your kinda dense, and this excuse worked for the last three years. but truth be told changbin thinks your already a beautiful work of art. in short he always declines booking a session, as a excuse to keep seeing you. being the well known and respectable artist he is, in the industry. no one questioned why he put you on they’re blacklist just in case.

Hyunjin— he’s your enemy turned friend turned lover, need I say more? you were jealous of his long silky hair, but he recommended his shampoo-conditioner combo. and now your in love.

Han— he likes horror movies so when he over hears you, a well liked, and very pretty might he add, classmate saying you had an extra ticket to the newest exorcist movie his ears perked up; and he ultimately volunteered, tribute. but poor guy, ended up biting more then he could chew. he screamed, and yelled all throughout the movie, and eventually got you both kicked out of the theater. but it wasn’t all that bad, because he got to hold your hand. and even got to exchanged phone numbers with you. so as a apology he bought you cheesecake at this near by cafe he enjoys, and you both decided to do a retake of your failed movie date, but this time horror was off the table.

Felix— your childhood best friends with felix. and you love squishing his face in your palms, just so you can count his freckles. but it’s frustrating because you always lose count, and have to start all over, again. felix won’t admit it but he doesn’t mind the way you stare at him. or the way he thinks it’s adorable how your eyebrows scrunch. or how your rosy cheeks blush every time he moves closer, or how your rosy pink lips move. he likes it when you count, his freckles. but he likes it even more when you lose count, because he can get to look at you even longer.

Seungmin— you where his best friend since kindergarten so you knew him pretty well, or you hoped so. all his good and bad qualities. but for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why seungmin for as long as you have knew him never introduced you; or better yet why he never had a girlfriend? you wondered. one day after a study session with the said boy, you were cleaning up and noticed he forgot some textbooks. you decided to organize them and put them away for now. as you picked them up a notebook fell, and you swore you stopped breathing as you read from the now open pages. “she’s so beautiful, words can’t even begin to describe it. she’s my whole world and more. I truly believe, I’m in love.” at that moment you felt your stomach twist in a thousand knots. seungmin liked someone, but you weren’t happy about it. and somehow you found yourself putting away the journal on your shelf with the rest of the forgot books you never bother reading, twice.

Jeongin— you were one year his senior and just happened to tutor him, back in his first year of high school. like many he was a poor adolescent with bad acne and braces. he could never imagine himself talking, let alone being tutored by you. but here you were, the most intelligent, and beautiful girl he had ever set eyes on, lecturing him on the importance of quadratic equations. and he really thanked the higher beings he was failing algebra.

#drabble #image #scenario #kpop scenarios #Koop skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz chan #skz minho #skz changbin #skz han #skz hyunjin #skz seungmin #skz jeongin

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jana-universecity · 10 months

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Universe City - Episode 3 – Part 1 – Flower Crown

People here are starting to seem surprisingly nice, though I have no idea about how they do what they do. Scroll down for transcript:…

When in fifth grade my science teacher joked about technology eventually getting so powerful even us would have to bow down before it, I laughed. Well, all of our class did. Do I regret it now? Absolutely.

Today I found a street to explore. It was not quite hidden, but for some reason it took me an embarrassingly long time to see it was there. The sign read “Brockenborne Street” I think, but some of the letters were painted over in a way that made it look like “Bro kenbo ne Street”. Get it? Broken bone? Hilarious. Whoever did that is the master of comedy, if you ask me.

Anyway, as I said before, it took me some time to notice the street was there, but once I did, I was amazed. It was one of those streets with shops of all kinds, from restaurants, cafés, to libraries and art supplies stores. It was illuminated by neon ads of food brands and hotels, which gave a colorful and cheerful energy to all the setting. It was early in the morning when I got there, so I had the whole day to explore the shops.

If I survived, I mean.

Which almost didn’t happen.

I was entering a library (I think it was named after some guy – Robin, I think? I can’t remember the rest, sorry) when I heard a funny noise right behind me. It kinda sounded like the sound effects on kids’ animations, you know. Either way, I didn’t look back. For some reason I thought hearing “boing” from the outside of a library in a city like this was normal and didn’t bother to see what was behind me. Huge mistake.

I only turned back when I heard a roar. A really aggressive roar. The scene I saw- I’ll try hard to describe it.

Think about a dragon. A big, winged beast with sharp teeth that breathes fire. Except it doesn’t breathe fire and it’s made of metal. But to make up for the fact the creature didn’t seem to be able to use fire powers, it had the biggest and sharpest claws I have ever seen on any living creature.

Trying to defend herself from the dragon’s attacks, was a young woman. If I had to guess, I’d say she was around 17-18 years old. She was managing the situation surprisingly well, considering a 30 meters long beast was trying to destroy her, a thing I would not be able to do even if I had the shield she was holding and using to block the dragon’s attacks. I couldn’t stop myself from noticing the shield had the same symbol as those damn stickers. It seemed to be drawn with a permanent marker or something, though.

Then it happened.

The dragon took a bite out of the shield, turning it into a big useless piece of metal. The girl had no choice but get rid of it, so she threw it, aiming for the beast’s eye, trying to blind it. It seemed to be confused for some seconds, but quickly regained its position. Too quickly.

The dragon stared at the girl for some seconds. Then, it attacked.

#aled last #alice oseman #osemanverse #radio silence #universe city

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myhumaninteractionsafterall · 2 years

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Apr. in Film

I wanted to watch the Up series and decided to watch 60 documentaries. I would count 1 and 2 as one film since they were only ~30 min each. I saw a lot of Herzog too which helped tangentially with the letterboxd plan.

7 Up! (1964)

14 Up (1970)

21 Up (1977)

28 Up (1984)

35 Up (1991)

42 Up (1998)

49 Up (2005)

56 Up (2012)

63 Up (2019)

15 Minutes of Shame (2021)

American Dharma (2018)

Anthropocene: The Human Epoch (2018)

Belle Vie (2022)

The Big One (1997)

The Bleeding Edge (2018)

Capturing the Friedmans (2003)

Color Me Obsessed: A Film About The Replacements (2011)

Day Zero (2021)

Dick Johnson Is Dead (2020)

Explant (2021)

Fireball: Visitors from Darker Worlds (2020)

For All Mankind (1989)

The Gig Is Up (2021)

Harlan County U.S.A. (1976)

Holy Hell (2016)

Hoop Dreams (1994)

Horror Noire: A History of Black Horror (2019)

In the Same Breath (2021)

Into the Abyss (2011)

Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold (2017)

Justin Timberlake + the Tennessee Kids (2016)

The Last Blockbuster (2020)

Lessons of Darkness (1992)

Little Dieter Needs to Fly (1997)

The Meaning of Monty Python (2013)

Miles Davis: Birth of the Cool (2019)

Missing 411: The Hunted (2019)

My Best Fiend (1999)

My Rembrandt (2019)

No Distance Left to Run (2010)

Oasis Knebworth 1996 (2021)

The Oratorio (2020)

Pharma Bro (2021)

Pina (2011)

The Pleasant Valley War (2021)

The Possibilities Are Endless (2014)

The Price of Freedom (2021)

The Problem with Apu (2017)

Requiem for the American Dream (2015)

Sicko (2007)

The Sparks Brothers (2021)

The Spy Who Fell to Earth (2019)

State of the Art (2019)

Stop Making Sense (1984)

Supersonic (2016)

Take Your Pills (2018)

There Are No Fakes (2019)

There's Something Wrong with Aunt Diane (2011)

Twyla Moves (2021)

Weiner (2016)

WeWork: Or the Making and Breaking of a $47 Billion Unicorn (2021)

Wheel of Time (2003)

When You're Strange (2009)

Whirlybird (2020)

The White Diamond (2004)

Wings of Hope (1999)

#lists #2021 film #65

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞

summary ─ you were hypnotized. his handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

pairing ─ rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, language, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, so much fluff, bucky is an adorable dumbass, softdom!bucky, kissing, first date, natasha romanoff is a very good bro, drinking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), virginity loss, light fingering

a/n ─ this happened because of seb. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, i really worked hard on this one! thank you <333 (this is worst banner i’ve ever made btw pls ignore it) [enjoy this 9.2k monster. this is officially the longest one shot i have ever written]

title is from def leppard - pour some sugar on me.

The lead guitarist had been eyeing you since the concert started. You were lucky enough to buy yourself a front row ticket, but you didn’t know you were that lucky to get the attention of the lead guitarist, James.

Commandos were your favorite metal band. Their music made everything better for you after you discovered them, and following the band for three years, you finally got to see them live. You were very excited while you made your way over the stadium where the concert was going to happen. Your friend, Natasha, accompanied you to the concert because she liked them, too, and even she could tell that James’ eyes were on you.

“Is he looking at you?” She hissed into your ear. You shivered with the excitement. You were bobbing your head to the beat, feeling every drag of James’ skilled fingers over the guitar strings deep in your bones. “Y/N, what the fuck, is he?”

“I don’t know,” you hissed at Natasha back. You didn’t want to get excited over something that was very unlikely to happen and just wanted to focus on the moment. “Let’s enjoy the concert, please?” Natasha frowned a little, but she nodded, both of you turned your heads towards the stage again.

You watched James getting lost in the song. His fingers were flying over the guitar; stroking the strings, hitting the notes and feeling every note he hit in his soul. It was so obvious that he loved doing this. It was written all over his face. You were hypnotized. His handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

Honestly, you didn’t understand how fast three hours passed until they announced that this was their last song and that they would be missing touring. You felt tears filling your eyes slowly. You loved them, valued their art and found yourself in their songs so much, it was hard to say goodbye to them now that you’ve seen them live.

“We’ll be back before you know it!” James said, sending the crowd a wink and making his bandmates and the audience chuckle. They waved and walked towards the exit, and with that the stage lights went off.

“This was a ride!” Natasha exclaimed. You nodded eagerly.

“It was better than I expected!” You were still shouting because your ears were howling. “I never wanted it to end!” Natasha pointed herself, meaning that she didn’t either. You held her hand, never letting go, because you didn’t want to lose her in the crowd. Both of you slowly made your way to the exit. Just as you stepped into the small corridor to get closer to the exit, you were stopped by a bodyguard.

“Miss,” the guy said, raising his hands in the air. “You were invited to the backstage with your friend, Miss.” You turned to your right to look at Natasha owlishly who was looking at you right back with the same expression.

“Us?” You asked. “Are you sure?” The guy nodded. You looked at Natasha again, hoping that she’d answer for you.

“Alright,” she said. “We’ll come.” The guy smiled, stepping aside, he showed you the way to the backstage. You thanked him. Tightening your hand on Natasha’s, you walked towards the entrance.

“What the fuck,” you hissed. Natasha just smirked and shrugged.

“He was looking at you,” she said instead. “He just proved it.” You gave her a disbelieving look, pinching her arm at the same time. Natasha chuckled. “James the guitarist has a crush on you,” she murmured. “It sounds good, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes. Yes, it did sound good, but accepting their offer to get into the backstage? When it was passed midnight? God, you hoped you wouldn’t be fucked up tomorrow.

You slowly made your way inside, the bodyguard right behind you both to show you the way. All the guards you passed had smiled at you warmly. They were kind, hell, maybe even friendly, but you weren’t here to find out that. You were invited. Fuck.

“Walk straight, the main room will be on your right after you passed the number seven,” the bodyguard said, pointing at the number. Natasha and you thanked him. The guy just smiled at you both and bid you good night. After he disappeared, you took a deep breath and walked to the number seven that was winking at you at the end of the hall.

“Are you excited?” Natasha asked, sounding perfectly calm.

“Of course, Nat!” You hissed. “You said he was looking at me, and now, we’re invited to the backstage, and you’re asking me if I’m excited? Fuck yes, I am!” She grinned. Looping her arm to yours, she pushed you to walk a little faster.

“Maybe you’ll have sex with him tonight,” she said cheerfully. You whimpered. You wouldn’t dare. Would you? Who were you kidding, you would. “Maybe he asked you to come to him because it’d be a chaos for him to come up to you.” You huffed out a breath. She was right. You couldn’t even imagine the crowd that would be gathering around you if he were to come up to you.

“Yeah,” you murmured. Natasha pulled you towards the door on your right, and you realized you were about to pass the number seven. You stopped. “Nat,” you whispered. She squeezed your arm.

“It’s fine,” she said gently. “We’ll walk out if you don’t want to do anything with them. We could just say hi and bail.” You looked at her green eyes for a couple seconds, biting your lip. “It’ll be alright. Maybe, we’ll have some real fun. Come on.” You nodded. You weren’t going to back out. You weren’t going to miss this chance.

“Okay,” you said and continued to walk.

It took you half a minute to reach the door.

Tentatively, you stepped inside the huge room. It had three, different color, big couches, and one wall was covered with mirrors and make-up tables. The lights were yellow and dimmed; they weren’t hurting your eyes. There were a couple plants at the corners of the room. There was some chatter going on, chuckles and laughter were echoing from one wall to the other.

“Um,” you started. “Hello?” As soon as the word left your mouth, the chatter died. You tried not to cringe and get awkward with the silence. “W-we were invited?” You saw Steve’s, the vocalist, eyes widening and brows rising.

“Oh!” He said. “Bucky!” He called out, inclining his head backwards. “Your visitors are here!” You frowned. You didn’t know any ‘Bucky’, but when you couldn’t see James around, you assumed it was him. “Why don’t you girls sit down? He’s probably battling with his make-up.” He grinned.

“Sure,” Natasha agreed easily and pulled you to the couch with her. “Is he the only one who wears make-up?” She asked. Sometimes you were jealous of her making-small-talk ability, and right now was one of those moments. Steve chuckled.

“Sammy here also likes to indulge himself with some mascara,” he said. “Hell, I even saw him rockin’ white eyeliner once. It was dope.” You smiled. White eyeliner would look great on Sam, the bassist, you thought. “Thor likes mascara like Sam. Clint has his own make up with all the bandages he puts on his face,” Steve snickered when Clint protested. Natasha and you chuckled.

You looked around the room, at the people, and saw how tired but happy they were. Thor, co-guitarist, was sitting on a large armchair with his phone in his hands. Clint, the drummer, was sprawled on an empty couch with his drumsticks in his hands, spinning them aimlessly. Steve was humming, Sam was tapping his foot to some imaginary beat, and you could hear someone, probably Bucky, swearing in one of the dressing rooms.

“I swear to fucking God if Sharon fucks with my bag ever again─” Bucky stormed out of the room with anger etched on his face but cut himself off when he saw you and Natasha sitting in front of Steve. “Oh. Hello, girls.” He smiled warmly. You wiggled your fingers and saw Natasha smiling at him. “I hope they weren’t being assholes as usual,” he added, narrowing his eyes at his bandmates. Steve and Sam flipped him off simultaneously while Thor and Clint didn’t acknowledge him.

“They were nice,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks burning along with your body. Bucky smiled at you widely, making your stomach flip. He was so handsome, looked so pretty smiling like that, you sort of couldn’t believe you were sitting in front of him right now.

“As much as this is nice,” Natasha started. Her green eyes were narrowed, and she looked a little terrifying. “Did you invite us here just to have a small talk or…?” You saw Bucky blush, Steve smirking, Sam elbowing Steve, and Thor wiggling eyebrows at Bucky. You frowned. Something was going on for sure, but you didn’t feel alarmed yet.

“Um,” Bucky murmured. “Well, I was going to come up to you but didn’t wanna make a scene. I was just wondering if you’d like to accompany us to the bar? We’re gonna celebrate our last day, and I thought maybe you would like to… hang out… with us?” Bucky looked shy and a little embarrassed, a scrunch was sitting on his nose adorably. Natasha raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Are you asking me or her?” She asked, making you choke on nothing.

“Natasha!”

“What? I know you wanna bone him, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to say no to that.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides they are gonna celebrate, Y/N,” she added, wiggling his brows, sending you a wink. You groaned. Covering your face with your hands, you whined.

“I’m gonna disown you from friendship when we go home, just so you know,” you mumbled, making everyone in the room laugh.

Bucky cleaned his throat with a light cough. “I was asking her,” he pointed at you, “but Sam here really liked you.” He placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, alarming the guy and making his eyes widen. “He told me so, and I thought he could ask you to hang out with us himself, y’know. I’m that kind of a wingman.” He winked at Sam.

“The fuck,” Sam grunted. You snickered with Steve. Natasha smirked, it was a dangerous, seductive smirk. Uh-oh, you thought gleefully. Natasha was going to seduce the hell out of Sam, and he wasn’t going to know what hit him.

“Brace yourself,” you said to Sam, causing him to frown and give you a questioning look. Before you could answer him, though, Natasha slid off from her spot on the couch next to you and perched herself on top of Sam. You heard him making a mix of choking and gasping noise, eyes comically wide, he looked at Natasha. Steve was trying to keep himself from laughing while Clint was recording the whole thing with his phone. Sam wasn’t going to live this moment down, you knew that for sure.

“She’s gonna ruin him for other women, isn’t she?” You heard someone ask you, and when you turned your head to your left, the spot Natasha was occupying, you saw Bucky. He was still smiling, looking friendly and non-threatening. He had his usual combo on: A black t-shirt and tight, black jeans. His sleeves were on display, you could see his tattoo neck, too, and the piercing on his eyebrow was shining with the lights around him. He still had eyeliner around his eyes albeit faint, but he didn’t seem like it bothered him.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “She has that effect on people generally.” Bucky snickered. He slowly sat down next to you but put some distance because he wasn’t an asshole like his friends loved to call him. “You, um, still have some…” You stammered, pointing at his eyes. Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes.

“I tried to wipe them, but they don’t come off for some reason. They might be waterproof? I need to scrub them, I guess,” he said. You nodded again. You hated these awkward moments because you just didn’t know what to do.

“You could try coconut oil, though,” you blurted. Bucky frowned lightly. “It, uh, it helps t-to remove the, um, waterproof eyeliner.”

“Oh,” he murmured. “I think I saw a small jar in one of the make-up bags. Will you help me?” You froze for a second. Of course, you would help him, but that would mean you were going to be close to him, right? You didn’t know if you could handle it─

“Yes, she will. She helped me with the same situation many times,” Natasha chimed in. “She’s gentle.” You side-eyed Natasha. You were so going to hit her with a pillow when you went back home. She saw you looking and blew you a kiss.

“Y-yeah, I did. I- I will,” you said. Taking a deep breath, you decided to just roll with it because you weren’t getting out of here anytime soon, apparently. “Come on.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the room he stormed out earlier. You ignored all the whoos and cheers although they made your cheeks and body burn. “Show me the jar?”

Bucky nodded mutely. Without letting your hand go, he moved to one of the desks that were against the wall with big mirrors and lights all around just like the other room, he pulled out a bag. “Should be in this,” he said.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Sit down.” You let his hand go, missing its roughness and warmth immediately, you opened the bag to dig the jar out. You grabbed a small piece of cotton, dripped some oil onto your hand and turned to Bucky. He was on your level, now, sitting down. “Close your eyes,” you whispered. He did. Inhaling slowly, you stepped closer to him and slowly applied the oil on his eyelids.

His skin was soft, you realized. He had lots of small moles on his face. Most of them were hidden with his long hair and light scruff, but they looked beautiful on him. His lips had a pretty bow shape, their natural color pink-ish red. You suddenly wanted to lean down and kiss him to see if they were as soft as they looked. Blinking, you pulled your hand away and brought the cotton to wipe it off. The oil helped, of course, and soon, the cotton was all black with the make-up.

“There you go,” you whispered, signaling that you were done. Bucky slowly opened his eyes. They were dark and mesmerizing; his pupils were large and almost swallowed the pretty color of his eyes, and you felt stuck. You saw him licking his lips with the corner of your eyes. His hands came up to your waist, one of them moving to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb stroked your cheek gently, so gently that you sighed and nuzzled against it without thinking. You heard him letting out a soft sound, and then his lips were onto yours.

Moaning in shock, you stood there, trying to process what was happening.

You were being kissed by James Barnes. The lead guitarist of Commandos. Your favorite band. You were being kissed by him. You pushed him away. Your hands still on his chest, you looked at him, the disbelief visible on your face.

Bucky cursed to himself silently. He should have known better than just kissing you like this, he should have taken you out first and let you that he was thinking of asking you out for real because he had been watching you throughout the whole concert, and you were so fucking pretty─

“What─ Why did you do that?” You asked him, interrupting his inner panicking. Bucky swallowed and looked at you, the color of his eyes had returned slightly.

“I─” He started, but realized he didn’t know what he could say. “Wanted to?” He cringed. God, he was hopeless. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’m─ Look, I wasn’t trying to force myself on you, I swear. I’m really sorry.” He tried to stand up, but you stopped him with putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Why did you do that?” You asked again. Yeah, he might have wanted to kiss you, but you had to know exactly why. Bucky held his breath.

“Because I wanted to kiss you,” he said with a soft voice. “Because you looked so pretty singing along to the songs I wrote with your friend, looked so carefree and gorgeous, I wanted to know you, wanted to kiss you so bad. Because you felt right when you were close to me. Because I wanted to keep you even closer, so that no one would try to steal you away fro─ Mmfm!”

You cut him off with pressing your lips against his. Of course, you were attracted to him. He was this devilishly handsome, funny and charming lead guitarist of your favorite band. How could you not? Him admitting that he wanted to know you was dizzying, to kiss you so bad was definitely passing out material.

Bucky sighed into the kiss as he brought one of his hands to rest on the small of your back and the other on your face. Tilting his head to his side slightly, Bucky deepened the kiss. With the hand on your lower back, he pulled you to him, making you step into his personal space even more. You hummed. Your hands were on his cheeks, fingertips playing with his hair while your thumbs stroked his cheekbones.

He kissed so nicely.

His lips were as soft as they looked. They felt like silk onto yours as he kissed your breath away. His body heat was setting your own body fire. His hands on you were like a dream come true. The way he held you close to him felt so good, you wanted to cry at the feeling. You were a little touch starved, but he was feeding you well with his itty bitty touches.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled back for oxygen. He opened his eyes, watching you nuzzle in his palm, kissing his wrist, Bucky felt immensely happy. “Darling love,” he whispered. “You feel so right in my arms.” You let out a broken sound as you buried your face in his palm, partially hiding in it. He chuckled softly. “You do.” You wiggled even closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

Just as both of you were getting lost in the kiss, the knock on the door made you jump. “We’re leaving for the bar!” It was Clint. “Are you guys coming or not?” Bucky looked at you.

“Let me take you out?” He asked, hope shining bright in his beautiful eyes. “Let me treat you? Please, honey?” You nodded mutely. You were too stunned to answer him verbally. He smiled. “Alright,” he said and stood up. He, then, took a step back and extended his hand to you. “I’m James, but people close to me call me Bucky.”

You chuckled at his cheesiness. Holding his hand, you shook it. “I’m Y/N, but Natasha calls me dumbass sometimes,” you said, making him grin. Bucky held your hand in his as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your wrist.

“Can I take you out on a date? Buy you a drink?” He asked, then. You bit your lip as you grinned.

“Yeah,” you answered him. He beamed.

“Great!” He pulled you against him. “I know just the place.”

──

You’ve been at the bar with the band and Natasha for two hours now. You were having so much fun that you couldn’t stop giggling or cracking jokes sometimes. You felt incredibly lucky to get to know the band this way; they were a bunch of charming and funny guys who occasionally called each other asshole.

Thor was a weird one; he kept talking like he was someone from a Shakespeare play but he was a very funny dude. Sam was a sarcastic but a very charming guy; him and Natasha had kept the flirting going since she sat on his lap at the backstage. Steve was actually a pretty smart guy, but he loved fucking with others and playing dumb. He was almost as flirtious as Sam, but he kept the flirting to Thor only which you later learned that Thor and Steve had been dating for two years. Clint was… he was a real dumbass. He was a beast with his drums, but in general he was a walking disaster and the bandages on his face and arms sort of gave that away.

They were a good bunch.

Then, there was James. Or Bucky as he reminded you to call him that once or twice. He was funny just like the others. He was charming and actually a sweetheart. You learned that he was also the Mama Bear of the band while Sam had taken the Papa Bear role. They were the ones who kept the others doing shit. He was considerate, lovable and smart guy. He loved his music, loved playing his guitar whenever he could and loved exploring new things.

You might have been a little in love with him already.

“Aight!” Steve interrupted the chattering. He was a little tipsy, not drunk, and leaning onto Thor more than he probably should. “Round… four? Five? It’s on me. Who wants what?” Everyone placed their order with Steve and Thor, but you.

“Just water if they have such a healthy drink in here,” you said, chuckling. “I had enough.” You weren’t big on drinking your consciousness away, and considering this was sort of your first date with Bucky, you wanted to stay sober.

Steve and Thor nodded, not pushing you to drink when you didn’t want to, and made a bee line to the bar. Bucky was holding you against his side, his arm was either over your shoulders or around your waist, and you were leaning into him. He placed a soft kiss onto your temple, making your body heat up with the simple touch of his lips. With a sigh, you buried your head into his shoulder.

It was sort of surprising that you felt so safe and at ease with Bucky although it’s been only three hours since you met officially. Sure, you’ve known him partially from the interviews, but you spent three hours in his presence, and the closeness between you two felt like you’ve been like this, close and touching each other, for years. It was a weird but not unwelcomed feeling. In fact, you loved it a little too much.

“Are you okay?” Bucky whispered. His breath smelled a bit like beer, but you didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same. You nodded. “I can take you back home if you want or to a hotel? I… just realized I don’t know where you live.” You chuckled.

“I live around, don’t worry,” you assured him. “Like an hour or so away with car? I’m local.” You snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I’m fine, though, it’s been very fun so far.” Bucky hummed.

“Yeah, they are good guys,” Bucky agreed. “But say the word and I’ll take you home, alright?” He said, looking into your eyes.

“Okay,” you agreed, kissing his cheek. You have never felt like this with a guy before. Sure, you were a virgin, but you had boyfriends, you had dated. None of them made you feel this at ease around them. None of them but Bucky. You found that you loved this feeling. With a smile, you hummed happily.

After Steve and Thor returned with a new round of drinks, you’ve spent another hour and half laughing and talking with them. It was around 3 AM when all of you decided to call it a night.

“It’s technically morning, though,” Clint said, swaying on his feet a little. Everyone groaned. “Fine, geez. I ain’t makin’ any joke anymo’,” he grunted and flipped the bird. You snorted lightly. Clint got offended real easy when he was drunk, apparently.

“So, girls,” Sam started. “We can take you home if you want? Or put you in the same hotel we’re staying for tonight?” Natasha shrugged.

“It’d take us at least an hour to get home, I’ll take the hotel option,” she said, and you hummed approvingly. “We don’t need new rooms. I think it’s obvious where we’ll be staying,” she added with a smirk. You felt your cheeks burn.

“I’m so divorcing you when we go home,” you muttered, and Natasha snickered. You felt Bucky’s assuring squeeze on your arm.

“We can get you a new room if you don’t feel comfortable enough with sharing, though,” he said, ignoring Natasha. You frowned as you thought about it.

It wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what you’d do. Would you just cuddle and go to sleep or… You sighed. You wanted to take that step. You were in your mid-twenties and you wanted to get rid of your virginity already. It stuck with you for a long time. You didn’t want to push him for it, though. Frown deepening, you realized you wouldn’t mind whatever you chose to do when you shared a room. Even though you wanted to get rid of things, you really would like to cuddle with Bucky and go to sleep.

“It’s fine,” you murmured. “I won’t mind sharing a room if that’s okay with you.” Bucky shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Of course,” he said. “Let’s go then.”

─

It took you fifteen minutes or so arriving the hotel and all of you quickly scattered your own rooms. You followed Bucky. He was holding your hand into his gently, you in front of him, his arms were around your waist and hands holding yours as you rode the elevator. When you were on the floor nine, you got off and walked down the hall.

Stepping inside the room 107, you felt nervous. It wasn’t Bucky who was making you nervous, but yourself, you knew that. You could come clean and tell Bucky; he had been so patient and loving with you all day and you knew he wouldn’t mind you telling him about your conflict.

“I can take the couch,” Bucky started. “I don’t mind. It’s actually pretty comfy,” he grinned. “Took a nap there before we hit the stage.” He wiggled his brows adorably. “I can lend you some clothes if you wanna shower, I’m definitely taking one. I have no idea how you put up with my stink for four hours.” You chuckled.

“You don’t stink,” you said. “You smell nice, actually.” Bucky tilted his head to his side and sent you a cocky smirk. Fuck, you thought.

“Nice, hm?” He laughed, then. “I half-showered with my perfume is probably why,” he added, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, you gonna shower?” You bit your lip. You were hesitating just a little, but you knew you had to take some steps yourself in these kinds of things.

“W-what if we take o-one to-ogether?” You stammered clumsily. “We, uh, both need one, anyways, right?” Bucky froze. His eyes snapped at yours, watching you carefully as he tried to see if you really wanted this.

“You really want that?” He asked. You nodded. There was nothing else you wanted more at the moment, you thought. “Honey,” Bucky murmured. “Do you know what you want? Do you wanna tell me?” Ye walked closer to him and placed your hands on his chest when you were close enough.

“I want to take a shower with you,” you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. “I… We don’t have to, but if you want, I, um, also want to have sex with you, too.” Bucky exhaled shakily at your words. They were affecting him, you could see it in his eyes. So, you thought, might as well drop the bomb. “I, um,” you continued. Your fingers were playing his exposed dog tags. “I really, really would like you to be, um, the first one to… you know…” You narrowed your eyes, looking at him and hoping that he’d understand.

“The first one to what, love?” He asked. His eyes were intense, now. They looked at you like they wanted to see through you. You shivered and licked your lips. Your mouth opened and closed, words wanting to get out but didn’t know how. “Y/N,” Bucky said when you didn’t answer. “Honey,” he called out. “Are you a virgin, love?”

You nodded. Your whole body was burning with embarrassment, burning under the intense look of his beautiful eyes. You fidgeted in your place, tearing your eyes from his, you gave your whole attention to his dog tags. You played with them until you felt his fingers gripping your chin gently and tilting up.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Do you really want me to do that?” You nodded again. Words were hard for you, at the moment, you were beyond embarrassed. “Sweetheart, I’m honored that you see me worthy.” You snorted.

“Dork,” you whispered. He grinned.

“That’s me,” he said, making you snort again. “Alright, let’s take a shower together.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathroom. He left you by the sink to undress while he adjusted the water. You were stripping off your clothes one by one, not feeling so confident about your body, you had a strong urge to hide it.

It was Bucky, though. You may not have known for a long time, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. Still, you couldn’t silence the irritating small voice in your mind that had been whispering how different you looked from all the women Bucky had seen out with.

“Water is ready,” he announced, unaware of your inner struggle. He turned around as he yanked his t-shirt off his body. “Y/N? Are you okay?” His eyes roamed your body, moving up and down and up again. “What is it? It’s fine if you don’t want to do this─”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “Well, sort of about it, not that exactly.” You shrugged. Your tears were on their way to fill your eyes, you could feel them, but you weren’t going to cry. “It’s just… I don’t have a model’s body, like, um, all the other women you’ve dated? I don’t have it, and um, it just makes me feel a little self-conscious?” You watched Bucky’s face going from worried to soft in a matter of seconds.

“Baby,” he whispered, stepping forward and getting into your personal space. “I don’t care.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, stroked your cheek and looked deep into your eyes. “I don’t care that you don’t have a model’s body. I actually like your body better than theirs because yours tell me that you’re happy and not starving yourself to look the way they do. You’re beautiful.” You whimpered. “It’s alright if you wanna back up, it really is, but please do not think that I won’t find you attractive because you don’t have a body like theirs, okay?” You sniffed lightly as you nodded.

You slowly got rid your t-shirt, dropping it on the floor like he did with his, and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. He looked into your eyes all the while you undressed yourself. His eyes never flickered down once. They kept looking into your eyes, and his thumbs kept stroking your cheeks and your neck. Once you got naked, you fought with the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and cover your bits. Bucky liked your body, you reminded yourself. You were beautiful to him.

“There you go,” Bucky whispered. “That’s a good baby.” He leaned in and pecked your lips. “Let’s get under the water, alright?” You nodded. He quickly rid himself from his remaining clothes. His tattooed and pierced body’s naked glory was right in front of you, and you wanted to leave some marks. You wanted people to know that he was yours, now, no one else’s. “Come on, love.” He nudged you into the shower gently, pulling you out of your head. You carefully stepped into the tub, the water hitting your back immediately, you shivered with the warm water. Bucky walked in behind you and closed the glass doors.

Bucky plastered his front to your back, gently encouraging you to lean against him. His arms wrapped around your middle, he dipped down and placed kisses on your neck. The steam coming from the warm water warming your body, making his kisses feels even more sensual. You shivered.

“Let’s get you wet,” he murmured, eyes shining with mischief. You let out a soft snort and rolled your eyes. He grinned. He turned you around and stepped under the water with you still leaning against his body. You could feel his well-defined muscles on your back. His bulging biceps around your waist was giving you a nice feeling, too. His already warm body was even warmer now thanks to the water.

You sighed.

Bucky grabbed the shampoo and washed your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. After you were clean, it was his turn. He had to crouch down, later he went down on his knees since it was easier for you to reach all of his hair easily. As you washed his hair, Bucky held onto you, face buried in your stomach, he breathed calmly as you massaged his scalp like he did to you. You could feel the tension draining out of him. He must be exhausted, you thought, and suddenly felt guilty about springing this whole I-want-to-have-sex-with-you conversation. He needed rest, not more action. You huffed to yourself silently. Telling him to stand up, you grabbed the second loofah and dragged it along his body, washing away the dirt and sweat of the concert.

Washing away the shampoos and last of the dirt on your body, you turned off the water and stepped out, Bucky right behind you and still holding onto your waist. He grabbed a big towel from one of the cabinets. It was white and looked so fluffy. He smiled when he saw your wide eyes and wrapped it around your body, squeezing you into a hug with towel around you, he held you against his chest. You chuckled. Your face was right into the crook of his neck; his warm body was radiating heat even with a towel between your bodies.

“It’s so fluffy,” you said, amusement in your voice. Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, that’s what I love about fancy hotels.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed another towel from the rack to dry himself. Both of you walked back into the bedroom again with your naked bodies covered with fluffy towels.

“Hey,” you called out softly. “We, um, don’t have to do it now,” you said. “I know you’re tired, and you need some rest. So, it’s totally okay if you─” Bucky placed a finger on your lips and silenced you.

“I want it,” he whispered. “I am tired, I’m not gonna lie, but I want to do this, too.” Amusement shone in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep on you in the halfway, though,” he said. You chuckled. Your hand poked out under the towel and hit him on the arm gently. Bucky grinned. He leaned in and kissed your cheeks; they felt warm under his lips.

Bucky started humming as his hands grabbed the hem of the towel that you’ve been hugging tightly. You frowned lightly, trying to make out what he was humming. While you were thinking, Bucky took the towel off of you gently. You barely felt the cold air hitting your body because of his body heat. It was coming off of him in waves and warming you in a weird way. He smiled as he pulled back a little. His face was so close to yours, his moving lips were brushing against yours as he continued to sing the song.

“Television lover, baby, go all night,” he sang softly. “Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,” he continued and pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips, arms pulling your closer to his body. “Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah.”

You frowned lightly, face scrunched in a very adorable way. “What are you singing?” You asked, still trying to making out what song he was singing. Bucky grinned.

“Ooh, in the name of love,” he started and saw the light bulb going off. “Pour some sugar on me. C’mon, fire me up.” He swayed to right and left, making guitar sounds just to make you giggle. “Pour some sugar on me. I can’t get enough!” You laughed.

“Oh my God, Bucky!” you exclaimed, tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re singing─”

Bucky grinned even wider. “I’m hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet, yeah!”

Both of you cracked up. Bucky was still humming the song as he, too, discarded his towel. He came closer, looking into your eyes and searching for a ‘yes’ in there, which you gave him while still giggling. Bucky crouched lightly to grab you by your thighs and hoisted you up. You squeaked. Your arms were quick to wrap around his neck as he carried you to the bed.

“Crazy little woman in a one man show,” he continued to sing. “Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of lovee!” You snorted. “Sweet dreams, saccharine, loosen up.” He kissed your cheek. He lowered you on the bed, lying you down gently. You smiled at him. Bucky winked and leaned in.

His lips found yours with a sweet sigh escaping from you. Bucky hummed. His lips stroked yours gently, pried them open to deepen it with a small tilt of his head, and suddenly, you were kissing heatedly. You moaned when you felt his tongue licking at your bottom lip, his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh lightly. You opened your mouth, allowed his tongue inside and moaned again. Bucky grunted. He dropped his body onto yours, minding his weight, and caged you under him.

“Baby,” Bucky moaned when he pulled back for oxygen. His lips moving from yours to your neck, he hummed appreciatively. The light scruff he had was scratching the skin of your neck raw, but you didn’t mind. It felt so good, so nice to have his warm body onto yours like this and to feel his lips on your skin. Your body was on fire. Between your thighs, you were aching and dripping wet; the urge to press them together was strong, but Bucky was in the way.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he nipped on your collarbones. His breath was hot on your already heated skin. The rough texture of his hands drove your body into the edge of oversensitivity as they brushed and stroked every inch of skin they could reach. Bucky hummed appreciatively at the sight of your breasts on his face. His eyes flicked up at yours, silently asking for a permission. Heart beating in your mouth, you nodded. Every breath you drew in was burning you in the best way, making your head rush.

You gasped loudly when his hot and wet mouth closed over your nipple. His tongue was teasing the delicate nip gently; cheeks hollowing as he sucked on it, he slurped. One of his hands had closed over your other breast; the rough texture that drove you crazy was on your boob now, and his calloused fingers were playing with your nipple. Your arched your back. Your hands wound tight in his longish brown hair, pulling on them whenever he sucked too hard and twisted your nipple in a very good way.

“Oh, shit, Bucky!” Eyes closed, you threw your head back as you thrusted your chest against his face more. Bucky just grunted and switched nipples. His hand was now playing with your saliva covered nipple while his mouth had closed over your other breast. When you moaned high and very feminine, Bucky scrapped his teeth over the sensitive bud, making your hips buck against his unintentionally. “God, I─ This─ Shit, feels so good,” you sighed, breath hitching.

Bucky let go of your nipple with an obscene ‘pop’ sound and placed a kiss on your sternum. He kissed his way down, tongue dipping into your belly button and placing a kiss there, too. You tried not to squirm away when he finally made contact with your dripping core. His hot breath was licking your mound, making you hyperaware of his presence there and also making you even wetter.

Feeling how nervous you were, Bucky looked at you softly and kissed your inner thighs. You breathed in shakily. His lips were covering your inner thighs with kisses, hands stroking your sides and stomach, fingers occasionally finding your nipples, Bucky calmed you down. Soon, you were melting under his soft and loving touches as he made his way to your pussy slowly.

First flick of his tongue on your clit had you gasping, bucking your hips and grabbing onto his hands on your stomach. Bucky shushed you and placed a kiss on your clit, sucking it just a little.

“Oh my God! Bucky!” You moaned. He shushed you again with grounding strokes of his thumbs on the back of your hands. He dove in.

His tongue flicked on your clit over and over again, lips closed around the tiny bud and sucked little hickeys onto it. His scruff was rubbing on your inner thighs and making this whole new experience even better. You kept moaning, whining and whimpering; your hands never letting of his, you held onto them tight as you arched your back and buried your face into the pillow with your eyes closed.

You could feel your slick running down, dripping onto bed, because the sounds Bucky was making while eating you out were so hot, it made your thigh muscles twitch around his head. He was burying one groan after the other into your pussy, humming and grunting at the taste of your slick and your tight hold on his hands.

At one point, he pulled back. Freeing one of his hands out of your hold, Bucky swiped a finger from your slit to your clit. You cried out. The colors were exploding behind your closed eyes; your body was taut with the expected orgasm. Bucky swiped his fingers a few more times before he slowly dipped it inside you. An audible hitch in your breath, Bucky stopped. He pulled his finger back slightly only to push it back in.

“James,” you whined. You could feel the pressure gathering in your lower belly. “Please, God, please─” You groaned when he continued to move his fingers in you as he pressed his thumb over your clit. You were close. You were so close, you could fucking taste it. You whimpered. Your free hand found his body, and you grabbed the meaty shoulder, digging your nails deep. Bucky hummed and crooked his fingers.

You screamed when you came.

Your body went taut, muscles cramping, you felt them relaxing at the same time. It was a bit weird and amazing feeling which you loved. It wasn’t that you’ve never made yourself come, you have, but none of them felt like this.

“Your fucking face─” You heard Bucky growl lightly. He climbed his way up to your lips and kissed you passionately. “The way you look when you come? Gorgeous.” He kissed you harshly, nipping your bottom lip. “The way you taste? Magnificent. Pouring out some sugar for me, there, don’t you, baby?” You felt your cheeks burn at his words as he ducked in for yet another kiss which you gave him happily. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. He pulled back just a little and started kissing on your cheeks and neck. “You still wanna do it?” He asked. You nodded. “Speak up, bubba,” he nudged your jaw with his nose. You squirmed happily at the pet name.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Still wanna do it. Still wan’it to be you. Please?” You looked at him with wide eyes, face open and excited.

Bucky wanted to hide you in his bed forever because you were too good to be true. “Alright, love, okay,” he whispered. He reached for his wallet that he left on the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Bucky was quick and efficient as he put on the condom, discarding its small package.

You gasped lightly when you saw his cock. It was a little above average, wasn’t too big that it might really hurt you. He was uncut, but you could see faint lines of veins throbbing there. There was a shining metal going through his cock head, but to avoid panicking, you diverted your eyes to his ball. They were big and looked full, and suddenly, you felt your body burning even more with the thought of them slapping against your skin.

“It’s might hurt at the beginning, okay?” He said, drawing your attention back to him. “Tell me, please, just tell me to stop if it hurts really bad or you just don’t wanna do this anymore, alright?” You nodded. He tapped on your lips. “Words, honey.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it.” He nodded with a big smile on his face.

“That’s right,” he whispered and kissed you. Settling in deeper between your thighs, Bucky kept kissing you. One of his hands was on your face, gently stroking your cheek, while the other had grabbed his cock and lined it up.

The slide in was smooth, and Bucky was going real slow. He really didn’t want to hurt you, make this experience a bad one, so he was being extra careful. He could feel how your silky wet walls wrapping his cock slowly as he inched in, in and in. His eyes were rolling backwards behind his closed lids. It was addicting, the way you felt around him. Bucky never wanted to pull out, wanted to stay buried in you forever because you were so tight, so warm and so wet, it was like a dream come true.

“Sweetheart,” he croaked. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” Your breath hitched at his low voice calling you a sweet name. Between your thighs you were aching, hurting just a little it, too, but it wasn’t unbearable. You held onto him tight, reeled into the feeling of his cock sliding into you and just… felt.

You whimpered when his cock was fully seated. There was a throbbing pain, almost pulsating with the same beat as your heart. Bucky was panting in your ear. He wasn’t moving, was just holding you tight against him and trying to control himself until you gave him the go. You hummed a little as he pain subsided.

“You good, bubba?” He asked, lifting his head only a little to look you in the eye. You sniffed, tears had sprung to your eyes at the pain, but it was gone now. You nodded, hands tightening on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Move, please?” Bucky groaned. He gave you another kiss on the lips: A sweet, chaste and soft kiss. You sighed into it.

Carefully, he pulled out a bit and slid back in, stealing your breath. His breathing was shaky. You could hear his silent grunts and groans. His hands were fisting the bedding until you grabbed them and twined your fingers together. He kissed your neck as thanks. He continued to thrust into you slowly. Every drag of his cock, you could feel it in your bones, deep in your body, and it was so goddamn good.

“God,” you choked on a moan. “Fuck, faster, please─” Bucky growled.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat was beading on his forehead, chest and back, making his skin glow. You whimpered as you turned your head to him where he buried his face into the crook of your neck and kissed his temple.

“You won’t,” you said. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, please!” You clenched your thighs around his hips, urging him to move a little faster. His growling increased; it sounded like he was almost snarling with each thrust of his hips.

“You want it hard, darlin’?” He asked, taunted. You whimpered again as you nodded. A wanton cry of ‘yes’ spilled out of your mouth. “You want me to fuck you faster, hm?” You let out another litany of yeses and tightened your hands in his. Bucky groaned deep and loud. His hips started to snap against yours. His balls hitting your slick covered skin, his cock started to move in and out of you at a rapid pace.

The pleasure it brought was fucking blinding.

You moaned when he gave you a particular hard thrust. You were moving up and down on the bed where you were lying on your back as Bucky thrusted in and out of you madly. You could feel the metal you saw through the condom stroking your sensitive walls, making the pleasure feel even better, and you knew you were going to come. You could feel how close you were.

“James,” you breathed, your face drowning in pleasure as he looked at you. “’m gonna come,” you whined. “’m so close, ‘m gonna come!” Bucky snarled.

Straightening up a bit, he leaned onto his elbows, still holding your hands. His thrusts were deeper now. He was hitting at a spot that got you choking on almost every moan that wanted to get out, stealing your breath with each thrust; you were delirious.

“Bucky,” you sighed. Your voice carried a panicking tone, but it was because you were so close to coming. “Bucky, fuck, I’m─”

“Come, honey,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “Come for me, c’mon.” He ducked down to bite one of your breasts, sucking and licking at the same time. You gasped. Your thighs and walls clenched around him so tightly, Bucky’s eyes rolled behind his head, mouth open and he was almost drooling at the sensation. “Fuck!” He roared. The vice of your walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good, he started to move in and out of you rapidly. He was jackrabitting, so close to coming himself, and you didn’t mind. It still felt good albeit a bit too much.

“James,” you whispered. Your hand squeezed his and you lifted your head enough to peck him on the lips. Bucky moaned brokenly. He leaned down, fully pressing his lips on yours as he kissed you deeply. He was releasing moans and grunts and sighs into the kiss, into your mouth, and you smiled. “Come on, lemme see you,” you whispered again. Pecking his lips once and twice, licking his bottom lip, you bit it gently.

Bucky cursed. His thrust halted for a second. His balls jerked as he thrusted into you one last time, and he filled the condom with his seed, his face buried in your neck. You hummed. His weight on you was a welcomed one, it felt like a personal, living, weighted blanket and you hummed again.

“Oh shit,” Bucky whispered. It was quiet for a while. He silently and carefully pulled out of you and ditched the condom. He got up to get a wet cloth from the bathroom. When he returned, he gently cleaned the between your legs, taking away all the dirt and slight blood that he caused, and then cleaned himself. Dropping the cloth somewhere in the bathroom, he walked back inside the room, lay on the bed and gathered you in his arms, hugging you tight against his chest. You sighed contently. “How do you feel? Was I too rough?”

“Mm, no,” you murmured. Your face was squished on his chest. The barbells on his nipples were warm against your cheek. “It was perfect.” You smiled dopily as you pulled back. You kissed him on the cheeks and then on the lips. “Thank you.” He smiled at you back; the crinkles around his eyes showing themselves, he scrunched his nose.

“You’re very welcome, bubba,” he whispered, kissing your nose. You chuckled and settled back on his chest. You lay in the silence. Although both of you were tired, you didn’t feel the need of sleep immediately. Bucky was in agreement with you since he started to hum again. You frowned for a second until you realized he was still singing the same song from before. You chuckled. “Hmm,” he said.

“Same song still?”

“Yup,” he grinned. “Lyrics fit, don’t you think?” You made a questioning sound. His grin widened. He was expecting you’d react like that. “You got the peaches, I got the cream,” he sang, and you snorted out loud as your face burned yet again. “Sweet to taste, saccharine.” You started to laugh. “Cause I’m hot, hot, so hot, sticky sweeet!” He started to crack up slightly. “From my head, my head to my feet, yeaah!”

“Oh my God, stop!” You cackled, face buried in his neck.

“Never,” he said and went back to singing. “Take a bottle, shake it uuup! Break the bubble, break it uuuup!” He stopted, looking at your with the corner of his eyes. You snorted and bit his neck lightly. “Come on, sing this part with me.” You shook your head. “Come ooon! Do this and I’ll shut up, I promise.” You looked at his grinning stupid face. Rolling your eyes, you murmured a ‘fine’.

“Pour some sugar on meee!” Both of you sang, trying very hard not to crack up. “Oooh, in the name of looovee! Pour some sugar on meee! C’mon fire me uup!” Bucky flipped your positions, taking you under him again, causing your breath to hitch and stop you singing.

“Pour some sugar on me,” he sang quietly this time. He leaned in and kissed you passionately, deeply, lovingly. His lips traveled your neck, peppering kisses and then came back to your lips again. He whispered the last notes of the song as he leaned in close enough for his lips to crush against yours before he engulfed you into another hot and loving round of sex.

“Ooh, I can’t get enough…”

Your grinning self was turned into a gasping and chanting his name with pleasure one real quick after that.

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CHAPTER 1

in which Rindou Haitani finally became a 1st year of highschool and went to the school where his older brother is going and met a 2nd year girl Y/n L/n who is also known to be the Queen of the school, the perfect girl and was loved by everyone

Art Credits to: @nachi2738 on twitter & Geogukk on Pinterest

Genre: Fluff

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Finally it's the day where THE rindou haitani take a step forward and become more responsible, he took a deep breath and look at the school where he would be going "Bro, are you nervous?" Ran swing an arm to his brother shoulder and rindou shrug him off "let go ran and I'm not nervous at all" he said and ran chuckle at him.

"Well let's go now then it's our 1st day though I already got a bad impression cause I'm 3rd year but let's not make a bad impression on you yet, yeah?" Ran said and rindou roll his eyes at him and just went towards the entrance, rindou was looking around the area and ran was high-fiving to his friends while rindou just follow him "here's your room rindou" ran said looking at the class 1-3 "I'll meet you in recess! Bye bye" ran said as he went to go to his own classroom and rindou sigh and look at the door and open it.

The class go pretty smooth and like any other first day they introduce themselves Infront of everyone and the teacher already knew rindou and ran are related just by the surname which she sigh at but continue with the day, the bell soon rang and it's time for recess and rindou immediately went out and to his surprise his brother is already outside waiting for him "Rin!" Ran call out which grab some attention and they all look at ran putting his arm around rindou's shoulder "let's go to the cafeteria now" he said and rindou sigh "Your loud ran" "no I'm not" "yes you are" "no I'm not" "yes you are" "no I'm not" "yes you ar-" "She's here!" Rindou was cut off when someone yell and he became curious why the student go to the side.

"Ah she's here" ran said smiling a little and rindou raise a brow "who?" Rindou ask and ran chuckle "you can say the school's Queen" he said and rindou frown and look to hall and saw 2 person walking down the hall and rindou eyes went wide when he saw you, you were walking down the hall and was just talking to the girl beside you who is clearly bother because of the stares they have on you guys but was still responding to you while you continue to talk about what you guys should do.

"Y/n-san, is so pretty" "how can she even walk so beautiful like that" "she just walk pass us with perfect hair, perfect walk, perfect face and she do that so effortless" the student mumble while you continue to just talk with your friend, at one point you stop talking to her and look up and there you saw 2 pair lilac eyes with round glasses on and was staring back at you, you smile at rindou and rindou could swear his heart just skip a beat just by your smile as you walk pass him and talk to your friend again while going to the cafeteria.

"She's still pretty" ran said and rindou look up at him "you got a crush on her?" Rindou ask andn ran look at him "well I did" "you confess?" "I did" "you got rejected?" "..." "You got rejected?" "I...did" rindou chuckle at ran and ran bonk his head "oh shut up rindou" ran said and rindou still laugh "who knew someone can actually reject you I mean someone finally see that your not worth it" rindou said and ran glare at him.

"Your so mean!" "Thank you very much" Ran just shrug it off and they both went to the cafeteria, they both sat down and as always the crowd was looking at you as you eat your food, it's like you were shining even though your just eating how the heck do you even do that "she's like perfect" rindou said and while looking at you as he take a bite "well she is perfect" ran said and rindou look at him.

"she's the top of our school last year, she also win many contest, she represent our school last year in kyudo and she even gave the school some more equipment" ran said as he take a bite from his sandwich the he bought while rindou was drinking his drink "so like she's really perfect?" "Yep" "that's just weird" rindou said and ran chuckle "well she's just a 2nd year of course it's impressive" "Wait she's younger than you?!" Ran look at him and smile "yeah" "so you have a crush on your junior?" "Now that you put it like that it's feels weird" ran said and rindou was cringing.

"Oh come on don't judge me, no man can resist her" ran said as he take an apple and nod towards you who is laughing like an angel you are and all of the students around you have a small blush on their face and they can practically see flowers bloom around you and rindou have a small blush as well and his heart start to beat "I.. probably can" he said and ran deadpanned at him "sure wipe that blush off your face then" ran said and rindou glare at him.

"Anyways, y/n-chan is nice person and she rejected me in a way I can't hate her" ran said and rindou raise a brow "she said to me 'thank you, I appreciate the thought but I don't feel the same way ran-senpai but I really think your cool though' that's what she said" rindou sigh while shaking his head and look at your direction again "can't believe a girl like this still exist" "that's kinda rude but go on I guess" ran said as they both continue eating.

"oh rin let's go to the locker first" ran said as he stand up and rindou nod at him and also stand up as they both went to the lockers "the principal said yours are just across mine" ran said as he stop Infront of his locker and point at the locker in across it "that's yours" rindou nod at him as he try to open it by the password the principal gave and it's pretty much empty as expected

"hey she's here" "move out the way!" The student said as they start to go to the side and the haitani look at your figure again "ah Mio-chan we should go to the cafe that just open!" You suggest and Mio look at you with small blush "i-if you want to then we can go y/n-chan" "Great! Let's invite some other friends if we can" you said and Mio nod as she go to her locker and you walk towards to the locker next to rindou and put the password in and rindou keep staring at you

"y/n-chan~" you turn around and saw ran and you smile "ran senpai hello!" You smile at him which made him blush a little but shake it off "it's nice to see you again and your still looking pretty after months I haven't see you" you chuckle at him and smile "why thank you senpai, you look great as well and it's nice to see you to" you said "Oh I would like you to meet someone!" He then walk over to rindou and you look at him

"This is my little brother, Rindou he's a first year" ran said putting an arm around rindou and rindou have a small blush "Nice to meet you rindou-kun, I'm Y/n L/n a second year" you said and held out your hand and rindou look at you for a sec and take your hand "nice to meet you y/n-senpai" you smile when you heard him call you senpai and he can literally see your shining while ran was shock and look at his brother and saw rindou was shock as well, rindou never call someone senpai your the first which made ran smirk

"Oh you guys should come with us!" You said and the haitani raise a brow "Me and Mio-chan will go to the cafe later! You guys should come" you invite and ran immediately answer "sure why not! We have nothing to do anyways" you smile at that and look back to Mio who is still getting something "Mio-chan! Ran-senpai and Rindou-kun will go with us!" You said and she look at your and saw the two males and nod at you.

"We'll meet after school ok?" You said and they both nod "oh rindou-kun I'll give you something wait-" you open the locker but was cut off when envelope start to fall down and when I say many I meant many "ah! Sorry I didn't know" you said and bend down to get the love letters "a-ah y/n-chan I'll help you" Mio start to pick up some to and the haitani's also help you as you put them all back to the locker neatly so they won't fall again "wow, you really have a lot" rindou said and you chuckle as you grab a paper and give it to rindou "here you go!" You said and rindou take it and saw a club poster for kyudo

"if your interested in kyudo please tell me we are more than happy to accept you" you said and rindou look at you and to the poster again and slowly nod "I'll think about it senpai" he said and you smile "y/n-chan if you have plenty of love letters why don't you throw the others away?" He ask and you blink twice and frown "I can't do that, that's rude" you said and ran was a bit taken back "the person who give this spend there time to make this I can't just throw it away" you said and the other student who was listening was in aww and some of the people who send it almost have a heart attack 'so kind!' they all thought as they look at you and saw a halo on top of your head "I-I see, sorry" he said and you nod at him as you close your locker.

The bell rang signaling for lunch to be over "welp that's the signal, we'll see you guys later!" You said and bow slightly at them and Mio look at them and bow slightly as well as she run towards you "y/n! Don't you know who they are?" Mio whisper yell at you and you raise a brow "the haitani's?" "Yeah! The haitani brothers" "what about it?" Mio facepalm at you

"those two rule over roppongi! You can't just invite a delinquent!" "They look nice to me" "everyone look nice to you y/n!" "Mio" Mio stop talking when You call out to her and you smile at her "we shouldn't judge them and besides not all delinquent are that bad" you said and she sigh at you "your gonna be the death of me" "well at least we have a friend to join us!" You said and hug her arm and she blush a little at you but hum in respond.

"Rin we just got invited!" Ran said sparkle on his eyes as rindou still look at the hall where you walk down "We have to look nice!" Ran said as they walk down the hall "how the heck do we do that? It's after school" "um duh maybe fix your hair your uniform or something" ran said and rindou just sigh and look at the poster "are you joining?" Ran said and rindou shrug "don't know yet, I was thinking joining the basketball though" rindou said and ran nod "well I can recommend you on that" ran said cause his the team vice captain and rindou nod "alright then" rindou as the both of them went back to their classroom.

Hours passed and the bell rang signalling it's the end of the class "I'll see you tomorrow rindou!" His classmate said and rindou said goodbye to him by raising his hand towards him and he get his pocket mirror out just checking if he's good to go "Oi rin!" Ran called out and rindou look up and saw his older brother "come on now" he said and rindou sigh and stand up and get his bag "alright just be cool rindou, just be cool" "are you nervous? I thought you already move on?" "I already did!" "Then why the heck are you nervous" "I'm not, I'm just excited" "such a loser" ran smack Rindou's head playfully and rindou roll his eyes as they both went to the school gates.

"Ah you guys are early, we're sorry!" You said and they both smile at the two of you "no problem let's go" ran said as you guys start to walk towards the cafe "y/n-chan, have you seen the new episode?" Mio said starting a conversation with you and you nod rapidly "the animation was amazing especially the fight scene" "isn't it?" The two of you talk about the anime you both watch and the boys behind was listening "do you know what they're talking about?" Ran whisper to rindou and and he shake his head no "It's probably anime but I don't watch that" "same" they both said and they just look at your expression who is smiling while talking about it.

"Ah, I almost forgot, rindou-kun" you look behind and he look at you and raise an eyebrow "have you decided if your gonna join?" You ask him and he put a hand on his neck "yeah about that, I'm sorry I was already planning on joining the basketball" he said and you nod and smile "I see that's fine, I'll cheer for you" you smile at him and he blush at you "and me?" Ran said and you look at him and nod "of course ran-senpai" You said and ran smile sweetly at you which rindou deadpanned at.

Mio open the door and you 4 enter and immediately all of the customer turn their heads towards you and blush "this place is nice" you said and Mio nod in agreement as the 4 of you find place to seat, rindou look around while walking and he saw many people having admiration while you were walking which he find it weird but he had to admit you are pretty, to pretty for your own good, you guys sat down and you immediately get the menu and start to pick "mio-chan what are you planning to order?" You ask to your friend beside you as she scan the menu "I'll order the vanilla cake, you?" "Strawberry shortcake" you look at the two boys and they were looking at the menu.

"What about you guys?" You ask them and they look up "I'll just have some coffee" ran said feeling mature and you look at rindou "Just some milkshake" he said and you nod and the waiter get to your table and get your order and he walk away to get your order "So rindou-kun how was your first day?" You ask him and he look up and look down feeling a little shy from you "It's good ran is there to show me around" "That's great, don't worry you'll adjust soon" you said giving him a reassuring smile which he blush at 'so pure' he thought and ran was smirking secretly at his brother.

"Here's your order" the waiter came back putting your order on your table and you get yours and the waiter leave you guys alone as you look at the strawberry shortcake and grab your phone to take a few pictures of it and ran and rindou already start drinking "y/n-chan there's a paper" Mio said as you take your phone away and you look at where she point at "Ah your right" you grab the piece of paper that was on your plate and open it and saw a number.

XXX-XXX-XXX

Call me if your lonely

The letter said which you deadpanned at and put it away "what was that?" Ran ask and you just smile at him "It's nothing" you said as you start to eat and smile "So good!" You said and you start to eat and Mio also eat, rindou was looking at the paper on the table and he already knew what it is but decided not to speak about it, minutes passed and you guys were already done and leave your payment and you also didn't take the paper and leave it on the table as you guys leave the cafe.

"That was good" you said as you hold your bag strap on your shoulder as the three nod, Mio phone vibrate and she take it and smile at the text "I'll be going first now y/n-chan mom said she'll cook my favorite" she said and you smile at her and nod "Alright then bye bye" you wave at her goodbye as all of you stop in front of the bus stop and Mio wave goodbye at you and bow at the haitani as she crossed the street

"you two should go home as well" you said to them smiling "nah We'll take you home it's not safe around" ran said "Oh it's ok ran-senpai you two must have things to do" "we insist come on" ran start to walk and you look at him and rindou sigh "it's fine, my brother is right it's dangerous" he said and you sigh and nod "alright then" you turn to ran again and scream for him "Ran-senpai that's the wrong way!" You said and ran immediately stop and turn around.

"Haha I know I know I was just teasing you guys" he said as he went to the both of you and you two deadpanned at him totally know that he's lying, you lead the way to your apartment and the haitani follow you "Oi!" You guys stop in front of an alleyway when someone shouted and that's when you guys saw a figure "you two are the haitani's right?" He said and the two males look at them coldly "so what if we are" ran said as the guys get some weapons "were gonna fuck you guys up" the guy said and you start to get nervous but rindou hold your shoulder to turn you around and he went behind you to cover your ears and to not let you see them.

"Don't listen to them their saying something nasty" he said not letting you hear The bad words that the man is saying and you nod at him, rindou find his action weird too he didn't care about people if they see him beating up someone It's none of their business but you? Letting you see something bad just doesn't sit right with rindou "Rindou take y/n-chan to her home, I'll take care of them" ran said getting his baton out if his bag and rindou nod.

"Let's go" he said still holding your ears cause ran start to hit the stranger he doesn't want you to hear a bone cracking, once you guys are away that's when rindou let go of your ears "are you okay?" He ask you and you look at him and nod "I am but are you sure ran-senpai is ok?" You ask him and rindou nod "don't worry ran is strong" he said and you chuckle "yeah, you two won't be ruling over roppongi if you guys aren't" you said which made rindou frozen.

"You... Knew?" You look at him and nod "of course I do rindou-kun" you said and rindou keep staring at you "Aren't you scared?" "Scared of what?" "To us" you put your finger to your chin and start to think "nah I'm not, should I?" "Kinda?" "Why?" "What do you mean why? We're delinquents were bad people and we can hurt you" "well are you?" Rindou raise a brow at you "Are you gonna hurt me?" You ask him looking straight on his eyes and lean closer to him which made him blush.

"No.." "then I don't have anything to be scared of" you said and push back his glasses and turn around then start to walk and he just look at your back "Hey, I thought your gonna take me home?" You said looking back at him and he sigh and look down putting a hand on his neck his face a little red "You're... Something senpai" he said and you smile at him "is it a good thing?" You ask him as you watch him go to your side "I don't even know" "well you have to find it out then" you said and he chuckle at you as you guys walk towards your apartment building.

"Alright, this is my stop" you said as you look at the entrance of the building and rindou was looking up at it, I don't think it's even an apartment building it's more like a condominium "I live in the top floor" you said pointing up and rindou deadpanned at you "why tell me?" "Cause your my junior" "and we just met earlier senpai" "well I like you already Rindou-kun" you said and he blush at that and look away "d-dont say something stupid out of nowhere!" He said and you chuckle "I really like you rindou-kun so..." You held out your hand and smile at him "let's be friends!" You said and he look down at it and hold it "fine I guess" he said and you cheer at that and get your phone.

"Can I get your number then?" You ask him and he takes it and put his number in and rindou also get his phone and give it to you and you put yours "alright, don't be shy to text me" you said while giving back his phone and rindou roll his eyes a small smile on his lips but not noticeable "yeah yeah, you should go inside now" he said and you smile and nod as you went to the entrance "Bye bye rindou-kun see you tomorrow!" You said as you wave at him and rindou wave back as you enter the building and rindou watch you go and sigh.

He look at his phone and saw your number and the nickname you put on it "this day isn't so bad" he said as he walk away feeling happy but not show it that well "Oh? Your happy Rindou" ran said as he lean on the wall and rindou flinch at the sudden voice and frown when he saw his brother "What are you talking about?" "Don't pretend it's rare to see you happy" ran said poking rindou's cheek which made rindou annoyed so he slap rand hand away and ran just chuckle "so what happened?" "Nothing" "don't deny it" "I said nothing" "pshh you liar" ran keep pestering rindou and rindou was just trying to ignore him and look at the tv shop and stop for a moment which made ran stop to and confuse.

"What's wrong? We have a tv in the house" ran said and rindou keep looking at the trailer commercial of the next episode and saw the main lead "He looks kinda familiar" rindou said pointing at the man and ran look at it "who?" "I don't know he just looks familiar" "that's mom crush you dumbo" ran said and rindou realize that and ran deadpanned at him and grab his phone when he felt it vibrate "Let's go home mom's looking for us" ran said and and rindou hum at him as they went home.

Meanwhile, you went to the living room putting your bag on the couch and you sit down and sigh "today is tiring day" you said and grab the remote to turn on the tv and the first thing that came up is the trailer of the next episode "dad's series is really something" you said as you stare at the main lead which is your father and you grab your phone to text him.

Y/N

Are you coming home tonight?

Minutes passed and your dad haven't read your text which you totally expected cause your dad is a celebrity after all so you change into something comfortable first before your phone make sound and you hurriedly went to it hoping that he will come home.

DAD

Sorry y/n but you know I have to get ready for my series don't worry I'll make it up to you, Love you

You sigh at his message but reply anyways

Y/N

It's fine good luck with your movie Love you too

You exit your conversation and was about to turn it off until you saw rindou's name and number and smile "well atleast this day isn't that bad" you said as you turn your phone off and you went to the kitchen to make dinner.

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