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obey-only-me · 3 years

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Sibling Rivalry By: Akuzondelivery

Warnings // vanilla sex, threesome, oral sex, Levi x MC x Mammon

It was a Saturday, and the usual trio sat in Levi’s room playing games and reading the latest manga magazine release. Levi and Mammon had been going round after round in the fighting game, Levi always ending victoriously. Mammon was getting better and better each time though.

You rooted for them both while you thumbed through the magazine Levi had bought just for you.

“Dammit! I was so close that time!” Mammon shouted as he threw his controller down.

“Loool! You wish!”

“Nah he was close! You have my respect Mammon.”

“At least you see my growth MC.”

“Anyone who get close to beating Levi has skill.”

“I...have skills too...” Levi poured.

“Well duh, you’re the top of the top!”

The two brothers looked at each other a moment.

“So...which of us is better?” They seemed to both say at the same time.

“Huh?”

The two stared at you with serious, intense expressions. You were completely caught off guard by the friendly atmosphere suddenly turning tense.

“Wh-what kind of question is that?”

“C’mon! You’ve been with us both. Tell this gross otaku I’m the best.”

“Mammon!” The heat in your face showed how flustered you were.

“Ha! You wish Mammon. No scumbag could be better than me...right? MC?”

Again they both intently stared at you, looking for your verdict.

“Th-thats between me and you both! And you’re both good at...different things.” You couldn’t believe you were even humoring them this much. What a strange sibling rivalry.

“Grrrr, that’s not good enough for me. Now I’m real frustrated.” Mammon crossed his arms and poured.

“Well it’s not something you can compare at different times...” Levi mused.

“Should we try at the same time then?” You chuckled. Putting your magazine aside but couldn’t bring yourself to meet their gazes. Unsure of how they’d react to your “joke”.

“Yeah I guess we could do that...”

Your head snapped up as you heard Mammon accept the idea.

“If it means proving im at least better than Mammon...” Levi’s envy was guiding itself as pride.

“R-really!?”

The three of you moved to Mammon’s room; there was no way the three of you could use Levi’s tub and your bed wasn’t big enough for what they wanted to do. Sitting on the bed, you looked up at the two competing demons as they shed their shirts. Mammon threw his shirt to the side and sat beside you. Kissing your cheek as one of his arms pulled your closer by your shoulder.

Levi sat on the other side of you, hand rubbing down your thigh as he stole your lips from Mammon. They were already fighting over you. Mammon hissed as he moved to your neck. Leaving little bites and marks along his way. He knew how much you loved being painted with love bites.

Levi occupied your mouth, only letting a few of your labored moans out. Slowly they crept their hands below your clothing. Levi slipped you free of everything, including your underwear and leaving you exposed. Mammon smoothly ran his hands up your chest, moving to sit behind you, and slipping your shirt free. With his hands roughly kneading at your chest, Mammon let out a haughty laugh.

“You look so cute like this MC...” his fingers found your hardened peaks, pinching roughly to make you jump.

“Mmn!!”

Levi knelt between your legs, pushing your knees apart. Your sex was already begging for contact. A bright flush ran across his cheeks. We’re you really enjoying this that much? So soon?

“Levi-! Haa!”

Levi couldn’t resist taking a long lick across your heated body. Finding that bundle of nerves he was all too familiar with, Levi sucked and teased you.

“How is it MC?”

Mammon was being extra talkative. He wanted to know who and what made you feel the best.

“Rough. You’re so rough.” Mammon eased his pressure a moment before he heard you continue. “I love how good you are.” Immediately he went back to rolling and pulling your peaks. Kissing you deeply to keep you to himself.

Levi was beginning to lose confidence as your moaning became quieter. Hesitantly pulling away, he stopped when your thighs squeezed against his face.

“Don’t stop Levi...please.”

The little begging tone brought Levi back to himself and began indulging to his hearts content. Loving the taste of you as much as you loved the feel of him.

With both of them playing with you at once you felt yourself building up. Your thighs squeezed harder around Levi’s face, and your kisses with Mammon got wetter and hotter. Mammon’s cock was beginning to graze your back as his hips moved involuntarily. You could only imagine how Levi was faring.

Really, he had already been pumping his shaft in excitement. Teasing your entrance he moaned against your skin as Levi thought of being inside you. Stretching you out and hearing you moan just for him. He would make sure you moaned louder for him than Mammon.

“MC, flip over.”

Following Mammon’s command, Levi pulled away so you could reposition. Now your hips were over the edge of the bed, the perfect view of your tempting entrance. Mammon sat on his bed with your face now in his lap.

“Open up...good MC.”

The flush across his face showed how much he was enjoying the sight of you lowering your mouth around him. Bobbing your head, the moaning from Levi’s ministrations vibrated around him. Mammon cursed under his breath.

Growing needier, Levi’s cock began pearling with precum. Though Mammon was the one being pleasured, Levi could taste how much more aroused you were. Thinking he’d been one upped, the otaku stood to move himself more on the mattress.

“MC, I’m going to make you feel even better.” You heard his whisper just before the tip of his cock pressed into you. Slowly he stretched and filled you with his length. The grunt behind you told you when he was finally fully inserted into your tight warmth.

You moved from around Mammon’s cock, saliva trailing from your lips. The two demons loved the sounds you made when you were penetrated. The whines and whimpers made them both harder. Replacing your lips with your hand, Mammon guided your wrist over his member.

“I want to hear ya moan. Just use your hand MC. I’ll let ya drink my load down...”

“Mammon!” You felt a little embarrassed, he loved knowing how much you loved his cum.

“Hmph. I’ll make them cum twice before you get a chance to make them moan like this.” Levi grunted in a challenge. His hips snapping faster and harder. “MC you feel so good around me. I want to go even deeper.”

“Fuck. I’m close, MC open your mouth.”

Mammon used your hand to quickly pump his cock, milking himself into your open lips. His loud sighs and groans filled your ears as you swallowed what you could.

The lewd slapping behind you grew louder as Levi also reached his limit.

“I’m going to cum so deep inside you MC. I know how you love being filled up.”

You felt the heat in your core begin to unravel. Levi had been pressing against your favorite spot the whole time.

“Levi!” You moaned as you felt his warm seed fill you up. The pressure inside you helped ease you over the edge into your own strong orgasm.

The three of you paused to catch your breath before you felt both of them separate from you. As your heavy panting slowed, you saw Levi was now in front of you; and Mammon behind you, holding your hips.

“Alright, my turn. Get ready to cum even harder MC.”

“Pffft. MC...touch me too?”

Still in a blissful haze, you carefully stroked his cum covered member. The slick feeling on your fingers helped you move your hand faster. Levi’s moaning was shaky and breathy, having just came himself he was feeling extra sensitive. Seeing you ease his cock down your throat mesmerized him as he moaned lowly.

Mammon rubbed his cock around your used entrance, slicking himself up and enter you roughly. His girthy length drilled into the same spot Levi had been hitting before.

“MC you’re still so tight. Didn’t Levi stretch you out enough?” Mammon grinned as he cockily commented.

“Shut up Mammon. I made them cum faster than you will.”

The two bickered a moment, drowning out your moaning. Both of their hips were moving on their own, moving faster as the bickering continued. Growing tired of their careless thrusting you tightened your lips and your walls around their cocks to finally stop them.

Both twitching from the sudden pressure, they suddenly remembered that you were being used so roughly. But without giving an apology they continued to carefully move in and out of you.

“MC. How does it feel?” This time Levi asked.

“Good...so good.” Your voice was slightly raspy from sucking him down so far down your throat. “Levi you taste so good. And Mammon, you’re hitting so deep. I might cum again.”

At that, the demon behind you snapped his hips faster, building your tight coil in your stomach again. You could feel Levi twitching in your mouth as well.

“Cum MC; Cum around me inside you.”

Your muffled moans were your only response as you continued to suck on Levi’s cock. Though he was hitting the same spot as Levi, Mammon filled you in a different way. And the coil you felt was ready to burst.

“MC...MC...” Levi chanted your name now that you were back to licking and harshly sucking his tip.

After a few more thrusts, Mammon felt himself release unexpectedly after your tight walls clenched around him. The fullness added to what had filled you before left no room for more. Spilling out and around his cock. That was enough to finally make you orgasm spring, body spawning and trembling.

“Fuck.”

Levi wasn’t far behind, holding your hair out of the way as he thrusted into your mouth through his orgasm. The small trail of cum slipping from your lips left him a gasping mess.

Heavy panting and whines filled the room as you three stilled for a few moments. No one had the energy to move.

“So...who was better?” Mammon asked, determined to somehow “win” this contest.

“Don’t ask that now stupid. I made them cum the fastest still so...I win.”

“No way, ya just got lucky because you went first.”

“Fine. Let’s keep going until MC can choose a winner then.”

“Wh-what!? Wait!”

A winner wouldn’t be declared tonight, but the two demons who loved you so much were too caught up in their rivalry to care.

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biisexualemma · 3 years

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home. pt 4. bucky barnes

word count: 4.1k

warnings: implications of sex (blink and you'll miss it), nudity (again nothing descriptive) but generally lots of fluff and tiny bit of angst

requested: yes and no but it's here anyway lol

plot: you're recovering from your mission with sam and his family, patiently awaiting for bucky to come home

a/n: thank you for the support on this series loool i hope you like this! i think this will likely be the last part! it rounds off quite nicely i think so hope this is a satisfying ending! i loved writing this, especially the bathroom scene! enjoy! comment! lmk what you think! (also sorry this is so long i got carried away when editing oop--)

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you huffed, swatting away the tiny hand prodding your forehead. when it persisted, you let out a throaty groan, forcing open your groggy eyes, to see cass, sam's nephew, nose to nose with you. you scrunched up your nose, squinting at him with tired eyes, before letting out a breathy laugh and shoving his face away with the palm of your hand.

"can't a girl get a lie in around here?" you grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as aj came running into the sitting room following his brother. you shot him a small smile, cautiously pushing yourself upright on the couch. you bit down on the inside of your cheek, the familiar sharpness shooting through your ribs as you repositioned yourself, trying to mask any pain you felt.

"nope," cass hopped on the end of the couch, sitting himself on top of you, shaking his head with a toothy grin. you let out a strained yawn, stretching your arms up over your head, having to force yourself awake. you winced, the stabbing pain returning as you dropped your arms back to your side. you tried to disguise it with a small laugh, ruffling up cass' hair, who was sat watching you from his end of the couch.

"mom had to go down to the harbour with uncle sam," aj informed you, positioning himself on the arm of the couch beside you. you nodded, sighing lightly, you slumped your shoulders, you were still tired. you had gotten pretty close to sam's family in the past week or so you'd spent on their couch, but it was so easy to love these kids. they were the sweetest, cheekiest kids you'd ever met. they reminded you so much of sam. "'told us to look after you."

"no," you shook your head, quickly protesting. "i'm the adult here."

"maybe," aj wore a wide, cheeky smile, dragging out the word. "but uncle sam says you're a hot mess, and that we gotta' help you out," you could hear sam saying this to his nephew. your eyebrows knitted, glancing between the two boys who were giggling as you feigned a look of hurt. you couldn't help but crack a small smile after a while, they were too easy and they were too cute to even pretend to be mad at.

"your uncle sam doesn't know what he's talking about," you waved away his comment. "i'm fine," you insisted quickly before a small, insubordinate smirk began forming on your lips. their faces lit up with small smiles, watching your every move, taking in everything you were saying. that was one thing you loved about kids, you could tell them absolutely anything and they would believe you, no questions asked. you turned your attention back to cass who was still sat, legs crossed, his weight crushing your feet a little (though you didn't mind so much). he had the cheekiest smile of the both of them. "so," you quirked an eyebrow. "are you gonna' sit on me all day or do you wanna eat some pancakes?" you had to suppress your laughter when his eyes widened, knowing just how much he loved breakfast food. kids were too easily persuaded.

his lips tightened, trying to hold back an excited smile. he glanced over at his older brother, trying to figure out if he was allowed to accept your offer, before his eyes moved back at you. you tilted your head, giving him a look. "well?" you teased, knowing you had him.

"pancakes!" he caved, just like you knew he would. you couldn't blame him, who could resist pancakes. his voice raised an octave higher in his excitement. you giggled as cass hopped off of you, running towards the kitchen with his older brother following behind him, just as enthusiastically.

you let out a soft humph, your smile falling a little as you dragged your feet over the side of the couch, letting them hang there for a moment. you were healing well, you just constantly felt wiped out now you had finally taken a breather. you hadn't realised how much you'd been pushing yourself during this mission, until you stopped. sam had noticed too, so he wasn't letting you contribute much around the house.

you had been hesitant to accept his offer at first, the last thing you wanted to do, after everything, was impose. you knew sam had his own stuff to work out too. but it was sarah, in the end, who reassured you that you were more than welcome to stick around as long as you needed. something about your presence around the house being much needed as she was currently outnumbered three to one. so, to try and make yourself somewhat useful, you offered to watch the boys anytime she needed.

you were grateful to them both for letting you crash, and, truthfully, you were happy you did take the offer in the end, it was much needed. it also helped that literally every single person you had met was kind and welcoming, something you hadn't felt in a while. that, along with sam's lovely family, was enough to keep your mind off things for a while.

things being bucky, who you hadn't heard from since the fight with walker. he hadn't checked in with you once. you knew he had his own stuff to handle but it still didn't make you feel great knowing he was out there god knows where, doing god knows what. it stung a little when he up and left you like that without a second thought. if he wasn't willing for you to tag along, you expected for him to communicate his plans to you, at the least. but you should've known, bucky had never been very good at communicating.

"y/n, c'mon! it's pancake time!" you were pulled out of your thoughts by aj, whose hand latched onto yours, urging you onto your feet. you forced a small smile, pushing any thoughts out of your head that didn't involve making pancakes, and ignoring the dull ache in your chest that came whenever you thought about him. if you just kept busy, you wouldn't have to think about any of it.

you lifted your hand to your face, wiping away the beads of sweat dripping from your forehead. the sun was high and it was sweltering, you hadn't adjusted to the louisiana heat yet and you weren't sure you ever would.

you peeled off the jacket that was starting to stick to your clammy skin, tossing it aside, deciding that now was a good time to take a break. collapsing onto an upturned crate, you let out a weighted sigh, squinting, using the back of your hand to shield your eyes as the sun shone down into your line of sight.

"here," sarah appeared behind you, handing over a cold bottle of water. you mumbled a quiet thank you, before quickly gulping down the refreshing water. you let out a content sigh after quenching your thirst, your shoulders slumping. she rested her hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently before taking a seat beside you. "how y'getting on?"

you shrugged, your eyes watching your feet, feeling the subtle sway of the boat floating on the water. "sam won't let me help with the heavy duty stuff, so he's got me painting," you motioned to the bucket of paint and the brush sitting on the ground where you had left them.

she nodded. "and how you feelin'?"

you straightened your back, lifting your gaze to meet her stare for a second. "i'm getting there. but this heat doesn't quit," she let out a soft laugh, nodding again.

"yeah, that's something you never really get used to," she patted your shoulder again, another soft, reassuring squeeze. "i gotta' run to the store, i'll be back in a half hour. need anything?" you shook your head, mumbling a quiet no thank you. "alright, well, don't strain yourself."

you rolled your eyes, halfheartedly. she wore a teasing smile, one that reminded you of sam. they were so alike, it was weird sometimes when you thought about how this was the life behind the man you had known for so many years. "i won't," she nudged your shoulder when you shook your head again. "not with sam around anyway," you joked, scrunching up your nose.

"hey," she called, edging away from you as she made to leave. you looked over at her, blocking the sun from your eyes with your hand. she quirked an eyebrow at you. "he's looking out for you! we all are," you tightened your lips, trying to disguise the smile growing on your lips. you nodded, waving goodbye as she left the boat.

it felt nice to have the small circle of people who cared for you, starting to grow.

a loud noise emitting from the other end of the boat caught your attention, your eyes widening when you spotted a cloud of steam gushing from one of the pipes. you darted over, your hands frantically hovering around the pipe as you tried to figure out how best to fix whatever it was that was broken. you rummaged through the tool box sitting next to you, and grabbed a wrench, purely because it felt the like the right tool to grab. in truth, you had no idea what the hell you were doing. you clapped the tool around the pipe, trying with all your might to stop the steam from spitting out.

"sam!" you hollered over your shoulder, trying to catch the mans attention so he could help you. "i have no idea what the hell i'm doing!" you called blindly in a panic, hoping someone would swing in and take over before you made this any worse.

"here," you felt a hand tap your shoulder, so you let go of the tool and stepped back. only it wasn't sam like you had expected. you stumbled backwards into sam, his hands touching your forearm as you regained your balance. it was bucky who had his hands clamped round the wrench, fixing the pipe with relative ease.

you gulped. you couldn't figure out how you were feeling now he was in front of you. your feelings were mixed. mainly you felt relieved that he was in front of you in one piece. "thanks," was all you managed to croak out once he turned to face you. his eyes focused on you, squinting from the sun in his eyes. he opened his mouth to say something to you when sam cut him off.

"why didn't you use your metal arm?" you raised an eyebrow, watching as bucky shrugged, his eyes dragging away from you and towards sam.

"i don't always think of it immediately," he admitted honestly. "i'm right handed."

you sighed. you sometimes wondered how this was the same man who traipsed around for ninety years as the winter soldier. you rolled your eyes, moving away from the two of them, returning to the painting you'd been hard at work with before all this commotion.

you'd just have to speak to bucky later, when you could be alone. right now, you were helping sam.

bucky had reluctantly agreed to stay the night after a long day working on the boat. you had been carefully avoiding him all day. you didn't feel much like hashing things out in front of sam and his entire family, so you stuck your head down and got on with your work.

but now it was pretty late, a lot of time had passed, and you had yet to catch your boyfriend alone. you figured a shower would do you good, to clean you up and hopefully clear your head.

your eyes were deeply focused on your own, watching yourself in the foggy mirror after finally leaving the comfort of the hot shower. your eyes were sunken, hollow almost as you looked back at yourself. you didn't look like yourself. you looked tired all the time, mainly because you were tired all the time.

you hadn't been sleeping as well without bucky next to you. along with sam's nephews waking you up at the crack of dawn every morning, you weren't getting as much sleep as you should be. though you couldn't blame the boys, they were excited to have someone in the house that let them do whatever they wanted to do (though it got you in trouble a fair bit). bucky, however, you could blame. if he had just told you straight where he was going, what his plan was. if he'd just contacted you so you knew he was ok all that time he was away. but he didn't. he left you behind to finish his own mission, not thinking twice about how it would make you feel.

your fingertips grazed over the skin of your neck, the bruising was finally starting to turn an ugly yellow colour, meaning it would start to fade away soon. most of your wounds had healed, you were mainly left with bruises and scabs and a subtle ache. nothing too serious. but it certainly made you look like hell.

you pursed your lips, your fingertips trailing down your chest, until gently brushing against the large purple-green bruise running across your ribs. you twisted your abdomen to get a better a look at the bruise that circled round to your back, wincing and gritting your teeth as you did. sam mentioned something about your ribs taking longer to heal than any of the other injuries, you just didn't think he meant it'd take this long.

you startled, flinching from the knock on the door, drifting you out of your thoughts and back to your current state. you grabbed a towel from the rack beside you and wrapped it around yourself. "yeah?" you called out in response to the knock. you wiped away the droplets of water covering your face with your hand, sniffling as you secured the towel around your chest.

"it's me," the soft, familiar voice muffled through the door dividing the two of you. you gulped, glancing at your reflection one last time, before turning away.

you hesitated, but ultimately unlocked the door and pulled it open. you turned back to the mirror, leaving the door to hang open as you stood with your back to him. he let himself in, locking the door again behind himself. he hovered by the door, falling back against it, his eyes watching carefully as you ran your hands over your face.

you glanced at him in the reflection of the mirror, out the corner of your eye. his eyes lingered over your body, only his eyes were just as hollow as yours. after a moment of silence, he let out a sigh, and edged across the small space to be closer to you. "hey," he mumbled softly, his hands gripping your waist over the towel. you took in a sharp breath, your hands quickly moving to his to pull them away from your tender bruises. you turned yourself to face him, still holding his hands that hovered over your waist now. his eyes widened slightly, moving back and forth between yours, looking for you to tell him what he'd done wrong.

"sore still," you scrunched up your nose, the ache slowly fading away again after he'd let go. it wasn't his fault, he wasn't to know.

his eyebrows creased together, his eyes trickling down to the visible bruises marked around your throat. he gulped, he gave your hands a soft squeeze before moving them to your shoulders. he couldn't pull his stare away from you, he was taking you all in. his fingertips pressing into your shoulders gently, his lips pursing.

"m'sorry," he mumbled in a whisper. his eyes lifting back up to yours again, soaked with guilt.

you shook your head faintly. "y'didn't know--"

"no--" he shook his head. "i'm sorry i left like that," his hands slipping from your shoulders, his soft touch trailing down your bare arms before gripping your forearms. he hadn't noticed the bandage on your wrist until his fingers grazed against the material. he scrunched up his face, his touch leaving you as he turned away. he moved a hand to his face, his forefinger and thumb trying to unknit the crease between his eyebrows.

"it's alright, buck," you spoke softly. it wasn't really ok, at least, not how he left. but you didn't want him beating himself up about you being hurt, that was part of the job, that had nothing to do with him. "i'm fine, really."

"you're still a terrible liar," his voice was cold, and your chest tightened. "i should've held back longer before i left," he shook his head again, his gaze dropping to the floor. "i should've said something," you let out a sigh, reaching out, your fingertips grazing his arm. he turned around under your touch, his jaw clenched when he met your eyes again. he never imagined being this much under someones control ever again. but here you were, and he would do anything you asked.

you pursed your lips. "maybe," you shrugged. you had given it some thought throughout the day. you couldn't hold a grudge against him forever, he made a split second decision, and he knew he was leaving you in capable hands. "but what's happened has happened. there was a lot going on. i'm sure you're still processing a lot of it."

he was pouring so much emotion into you with just a stare, your eyes fluttering as you held his gaze. "i was angry-- i didn't think everything through-- i just-- i knew i needed to deal with zemo."

you sniffled, gulping down the lump in your throat. "i get it. you didn't want me there to see any of it," you thought back to when bucky told you he never wanted you to have to see him as the winter soldier again. you thought back to watching bucky fight under zemo's control. you understood why he needed to do what he did, you'd said time and time again, you would kill zemo yourself when the mission was over.

"i didn't kill him," he admitted hesitantly. "the Dora Milaje took care of him."

you raised an eyebrow. "oh, that's so much worse for him," bucky nodded in agreement, his lips pursing. "good."

"yeah," he trailed off, his eyes glossing over for a moment as if lost in thought. you wished sometimes that you could see inside that head of his. you nudged his side after a while, mumbling a quiet hey, his eyes focusing back on you. he frowned. "what was the damage?"

you shrugged. "i think walker had a hearing--"

"no-- no--" he cut you off quickly, your mouth hanging open as he stopped you mid-sentence. "you. what's the extent of your injuries? how you feelin'?"

"oh," your eyebrows unknitted, shrugging again. "i--uh-- had a mild concussion. a few broken ribs and just a lot of bruising, some open wounds but it wasn't too bad considering i went up against a super soldier," you forced a smile, trying to ease some of the tension that bucky was creating with that frown on his face.

you moved your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. your thumb grazed his cheek, and you remembered the gash across his face had healed since the last time you saw him. you gave him a genuine, soft smile in hopes of reassuring him. "i really am fine. sam says i just need to take it easy for a couple weeks."

he nodded faintly. he hovered his hand over yours, turning his cheek and pressing his lips to the palm of your hand. your eyelids fluttered feeling his lips touch your skin tenderly. made you realise just how much you had missed bucky since he'd been away. he squeezed your hand affectionately, his lips lingering on your skin.

your free hand quickly moved to your towel when it loosened around your chest, just catching it in time. bucky's eyes moved to your towel for a split second, like he was suddenly reminded that you were standing in front of him in practically nothing. his eyes remained soft as he looked at you though, he cleared his throat before moving his hand to your cheek, slipping his fingers into your wet hair gently.

"how're you healing?" he mumbled in a whisper.

you gulped, his eyes locked on yours as he spoke. your eyes darted back and forth between his. "bruises are still there but they're fading," you spoke softly now that he was close enough to you. you could feel his breath fanning against your skin. he nodded, biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to keep his eyes from drifting downwards. "wanna' see?"

his eyebrows twitched into a frown for only a second, unsure that he heard you correctly. "uh-- yeah," he breathed out, his breath grazing your skin. you untied the towel from round your chest, letting it fall to the floor beneath you with a soft thud.

bucky's jaw tightened. usually, quite happy to see you standing in front of him wearing absolutely nothing, he couldn't shift his eyes for a while from the enormous bruise covering your abdomen. his eyebrows unknitted, unsettled by the nasty bruise spread over your soft skin, his eyes shooting up to yours quickly.

"fuck walker," he muttered under his breath. "this is all from him?" you nodded faintly, eyes fluttering and your breath hitching in your throat when his fingers carefully brushed against the discoloured stretch of skin.

"it was a lot worse," you spoke in a hushed voice. "it's healed a lot."

bucky didn't speak for a while and neither did you, his eyes trailing over your body, unclothed facing him. after a moment, he got down onto his knees. you gulped, his head tilting back for a second, eyes meeting yours from beneath you. your breaths grew rapid the closer he got, his forehead gently falling against your bare stomach before pressing a soft kiss to the purple--green lesion covering your skin. you let out a shaky breath, shifting your arms so you could run your fingers through his hair. you still weren't used to the length.

"i love you," he mumbled against your skin. your hands stilled where they rested in his hair, moving to tilt his head back, forcing his eyes to meet yours again. he pressed another sweet kiss to your stomach before moving himself back up to your height. your eyes were wide slightly, your fingers slipping out from between his locks. both his hands moving to either side of your face now. "don't freak out on me, you don't have to say it back. 'just needed you to know what i was thinking."

"and you're thinking-- that you love me?" you reiterated. he nodded, the corner of his lips turning into a soft smile. you couldn't help but mimic his expression, your heart beating a bit harder now, the sound rushing through your ears. it had been a long time since someone had told you they loved you, and meant it. a warm feeling spread through your chest, you were on such a high, soaking in the way he was looking at you with tender eyes. "pretty sure i love you too, buck."

you were a hundred percent sure, you just didn't want to seem too keen. you were already standing in front of him naked.

his lips stretched into a wider smile, ducking his head for a second, remembering suddenly that you were in fact completely naked in front of him, and he hadn't done anything about it. you swallowed a small laugh escaping your lips, watching a realisation hit bucky before he ducked down to your height and pressed his lips against yours. you relished in the feeling. "i love you, i love you, i love you," he muttered repeatedly, his lips pushed against yours, your smile growing wider every time he said it. you choked out a laugh, pushing at bucky's chest so you could catch a breath.

"i get it," you scrunched up your nose. "you love me," you teased, laughing wholeheartedly. you felt warm and comforted and somewhat normal for the first time in a really long time. you nudged his chest once more, his hands gripping your hips to pull you back to him. "so show me."

bucky's smile grew with your words, his mouth hanging open for a second. he didn't know how things managed to work out this good for him, but he wasn't going to question it. he was going to enjoy every moment with you for as long as he could.

"oh, god," he let out a throaty wine. "gladly."

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britishchick09 · 3 years

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1984 livewatch

the time has finally come to watch the full movie! it’ll be sad, it’ll be disturbing, it’ll possibly be cringy, but it’ll be a lot of fun! :D

we start out with the mgm lion! noice ;)

epic quote B)

wait why is opera music playing i thought we’d start at the 2 minutes hate

OMG what if they’re gonna hate on opera

this looks like a drive-in movie tbh

narrator: “this is a land of peace and hope, a land of plenty...” OH SHUT UP YOU

they’re showing wheat like it’s little house on the prairie BOI YOU’RE IN LONDON

this is epic propaganda B)

what if the war footage was taken from ww2 and thus... isn’t real :o

HOLD UP is the eurasian war racist?

THE QUEEN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

WHAT ARE THEY ALL SHOUTING I CAN’T HEAR WHAT THE FDR GUY IS SAYING SHUT UPPPPP

oh no it be u (his face is like ‘WHAT IS GOING ON’ and it’s very lol)

julia’s so into this! :o

o’brien’s like ‘ohhh!!!’

look who decided to SHOW UP FINALLY

he pauses a bit before reluctantly joining in yas ♥

OMG THIS IS LIKE A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY STOP TALKING GEEZ

good they stopped!

WOWWW DON’T EVEN LIST SUZANNA HAMILTON’S NAME WITH THE OTHERS GIVE HER A ‘WITH’ CREDIT WOWWWWW

this IS a school assembly they’re going back to work!

winston in glasses *chef’s kiss*

ooh a rotary dial! great use of tech from when the book was written :D

winston’s looking over at syme WITH SO MUCH JEALOUSY lol

what if the words they speak are just random stuff with no meaning

OMG confession!!!!!

poor winnie with his cough :(

this confession sounds JUST LIKE WINSTON’S OMG!!!!

winston: “bugger!” he’s a brit lol :D

epic B)

OMG this guy read goldstein’s book SO DID WINSTON!!!!

i love how the diary is in a brick hole that’s so cool :D

the diary scene was filmed on april 4th just like in the movie so that’s way rad man :D

i want you valley!!! :D

ooh they’re put a smol scene of his childhood in there coolio! :D

he s l e e p

this violin squeak tho :o

OMG THIS IS THE STANDING UP SCHOOL SCENE

it’s not but i can easily imagine it lol :D

he’s a stick omg ;o

when the lady talks to him you know it’s not a recording ;)

lady: “anyone under 45 is perfectly capable of touching his toes” BOI

oh no PARSONS

parsons: “choco rations are going up” c h o c o

parsons: “i seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason’ yeah,,, for some reason... ;)

this is so a cafeteria scene at school

THEY SAW EACH OTHER OMG

♫ i suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair, i wanna stuff this weird food in my faaaace! ♫ :D

me: “this is so romantic!” winston’s thoughts: “lemme smash HER WITH A ROCK”

wait did the lady say pineapple grenade???

HIS FACE LOOOL

syme rip boi

the 11th edition isn’t thicc :/

aww winston’s smol nod ♥

parsons: “by 2050 we won’t have conversations like this!” yeah because of screens lol

OMG the food looks and taste like meat but isn’t IT’S PLANT BASED MEAT!!!! :o

parsons just pulled a ‘hey need help with that?’ and put winston’s food on his plate EPIC

julia’s lookin’ at u ;)

YAS PROLES HOPE!!! :D

oh no DON’T TALK ABOUT THE 50 YEAR OLD WOMAN SEX WINSTON

OH NOOOOOOO

he liked the ‘bright red lips’ yet...

THIS CHICK’S LIPS AREN’T BRIGHT BOI

poor baby desperate for money :(

let’s GET THIS BEAT

hand on cheek = doublepluscute ^_^

epic foreshadowing B)

OMG CHESTNUT TREE POEM FORESHADOWINNNGGGGGG

OMG a couple is making out in the bar EPIC

winston’s just like ‘nnope’

OMG THE THOUGHT POLICE WERE FOLLOWING????

he’s at an antique store in prescott bless his heart ♥

mr. charrington sounds so kind WHYYYY

THE BIRTH OF A QUEEN ♥

mr. charrington says ‘4 dollars’ but they’re in london??

YAS BELLS OF ST. CLEMENS!!!! :D

winston: “what was that?” mr. charrington: “something old.” no DUH

they see each other againnn!!!!! :D

winston writes that he hates her SAME WITH A LOOK LIKE THAT

OMG SMOL WINNIE BIG O’BRIEN????? :o

his mom is lying dead in the field like the erza kid in ‘kirsten’s promise’ :(

he’s just... staring

OMG SPYING ON THE SPICY STARING ACTION :o

she PLONKED

that ‘ow!’ was so fake jules!

this is like anna and hans but not as bad underneath!

julia: “it’s nothing!” but this is turning out to be something... ;)

we’re half an hour in and wowza it’s gone by so fast! :D

winston: *gets a cute love note from julia* YEET!

THE HELICOPTER IS BACC!!!!! they’re really not making the spying subtle

OMG THIS IS THE THOUGHT CRIMINAL SCENE YAAAAS!!!!! :D

winston is the best plummer confirmed

kid: “you’re a thought criminal!” winston: *gives a slight ‘wha’ face and smiles* ICONIC

the crowd is clapping and cheering over the war yet winston’s not doing anything SAME

jules is just scooching by lol

HAND HOLDING WHILE PASSING A NOTE OMG ♥♥

the sky does exist! :o

the telescreen has some great music :D

winston’s joining the ‘big man’s hiking group’ suure you are... ;)

the train is going to the beat of the kids’ singing coolio! :D

big brother is called ‘bb’ yas bby!

YEEES THE I WANT YOU VALLEY SCEENE!!!!!

the lq audio made the twig crack and the leave brushing really weird lol

winston: “i want you.” I-CON-IC!!!! :D

THAT SMIRK THO

winston: “i want everyone corrupt.” julia: “i’ll suit you, then. i’m corrupt to the core.” *mal screech*

OH NONONONOONO SHE GONNA TAKE HER TOP OFF BI PANIC BI PANICCC!!!!!

she really went commando huh

ALL THE WAY

the sex looks like it hurts NO WAY MAN NOT FOR ME NNNNOPE

i’m glad it was only a part you couldn’t really see and not a full on thing I DON’T NEED THAT

awww she’s so peaceful after big naughty :)

this is vaguely gay...

aww winston’s hair ruffling in the wind ♥

c r o n c h

also did he just cronch into a potato???

OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE SCHOOL

teacher: “when the orgasm is finally eradicated...” totally julia: “NOT ON MY WATCH”

winston is the kid who smokes in glass while julia is the one kid who Just Doesn’t Care lol :D

thoughtcrime THIS IS THOTCRIME

wow syme is still alive?

julia: “you dropped your ink pencil” you mean pen?

winnie’s back in prescott! :D

the room is 4 bucks a night noice B)

BACC TO THE H8 BBY

the modern say 2 minutes hate is probably just a livestream with kids texting ‘h8 xd’ in the chat lol :D

winston’s thoughts: “she who is so careful...” boi she threw a dictionary at the telescreen in the book THAT’S SO NOT CAREFUL

hey girl CUTE LQ SMILE YOU HAVE THERE!!! :D

YAS THE REAL COFFEE SCENE!!!!! :D

she has so many smiles YAS!!!!

she’s so eager with showing him I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JULES ♥♥♥

she says ‘real sugar, real bread’ and... jam

winston: “how did you manage to get all this?” jules has her ways... ;)

winston: “i want you” julia: “i want you too” YAS :D ♥♥

the thiccc singer is here!! :D

she’s so pretty! ♥

aww the stroke ♥

his hands are shaking as he touches her :(

winston: “freedom is the freedom to say two plus two equals four. if that is granted, all else follows” iconic!

YAS THE PAPER!!! :D

it be gin time ;)

he scratches the face off the gin bottle woah :o

I JUST REALIZED THAT THIS IS O’BRIEN :o

winston’s little ‘yes!’ at getting the 10th newspeak dictionary ♥

that’s a look of longing my friends! :o

winston: “the call has come. all my life i’ve been waiting for it...” and now he’ll go into the unknown... ;)

AAND we cut to naked julia eating an apple! slight bi panic

she’s touching the paperweight queen love it ♥

SHE KNOWS THE CLEMENS YAS!!! :D

julia: “i just know it!” BOI YOUR G-PA HELPED OUT

winston: “the only thing to do is to walk out of here before it’s too late” thus my ‘julia lives’ au comes in! :D

winston: “never seen one another again” ...oh he was talking about that NOT IN MY AU SON

julia: “you do, i do.” omg marriage :o

YAAAS JULSTON KISS!!!!!!! :D

fluffy! ♥

julia: “i love you.” awww :)

winston: “julia. do you think the resistance is real?” julia: “none of it’s real.” STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER!

♥

OMFG THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION :o

work is scrambling like eggs!

poor headache bby! :(

epic B)

winston’s dreaming of his bishy selfish chocolate mom adventure!

the rats were there when his mom and sister were vaporized! :o

she’s in the dress! ♥

they’re talking about betrayal and julia’s like ‘they can’t do that!” OH BOI BUT THEY CAN!!!!

julia: “they can’t get to your heart” aww :)

awkward...

winston sees o’brien WITHOUT JULIA THE F????

this feels like the principal’s office lol :D

o’brien’s voice is so deep and british ♥

the way he clutches the newspeak dictionary is so cute! :D

aww he’s stroking the pages as he reads :)

the oceania anthem sounds russian :o

YAAAAAAAASSSS!!!!!!! :D

so soft ♥♥

winston: “julia, my love.” MY LOVE MY LOVE AHHH!!!! :D

YEES THE COFFEE SMILEEE!!!!! :D

she’s hungry... she wants coffee... who’s gonna tell her coffee isn’t food?

omg i saw winston butt :o

winston: “she’s beautiful.” julia: “she’s a meter around the hips easily” winston: “that’s her standard of beauty.” YAAAS!!! :D

winston: “the future is ours.” YAS

OH CRAP THEY SAID ‘WE ARE THE DEAD’ NOOOO

mr. charington is loud compared to how i thought in the book

his ‘you are the dead’ should’ve been quieter like winston and julia’s then he could be loud!

FBI OPEN UP!!!!!

charrington: “here comes a candle to guide you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!” OHHHH NICE ONE MR C!!!!!! :D

RIP TO A QUEEN :’(

i should be a bit more heartbroken BUT THAT MR C RHYME MAN

OMFG THEY JUST BEAT UP JULES

SHE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN NOOOO :’(

why does he look old

awww :(

delete the drunk old lady BUT GIVE US PARSONS SUUURE

i dread the scene to come...

parsons didn’t say that he said ‘down with big brother’ so that’s a bummer :/

aww poor parsons he’s crying! :(

oh SNAP room 101!!!! :o

poor parsons but at least that scene wasn’t a thing!

OUCH THAT SMACC LOOKED LIKE IT HURT

is this leading into the bloody mouth scene? I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS

winston doesn’t know where he is IT’S THE I WANT YOU VALLEY!!!

hold up this is just a vision ok BUT WHERE’S THE BLOODY MOUTH SCENE

frankenstein and spirit halloween called!

also o’brien flipped the switch without warning BISH

o’brien: “you suffer from a defective memory” and you suffer from a BISH MEMORY SIR

remember winston it’s all in the mind... ;)

WHY DID O’BRIEN SHOCK WINSTON HE SAID FIVE

'how many fingers’ is a trick question because winston sees four YET WE SEE FIVE OHHH

mother gothel vibes...

awww winston’s little scared squeak :(

winston: “i don’t know... i don’t know!” SAY FIVE WINSTON SAY FIVEEEEE

o’brien’s voice is so calming yet it spouts evil words...

julia immediately betrayed winston BECAUSE SHE HAD A ROSEMARY KENNEDY yet she’s somehow still alive without damage by the end???

ooh a new shot! :D

they just faded to black and showed a new angle which is a bit weird...

o’brien: “you’re thinking that my face is old and tired...” because it belongs to poor richard burton!

o’brien just yoinked winston’s tooth out tho :o

mother gothel strikes again!

winston to o’brien: “i love you.” you don’t say that back to jules YET YOU SAY IT TO O’BRIEN BOIIIII

o’brien: “you’re one of us. one of the chosen.” one of us gooble gobble! also ANAKIN IS THAT YOU????

winston just said ‘i love you’ oMG OMG OM WAIT WWAIIITIT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

seconds after she says ‘i love you too’ SHE’S FREAKING SHOT DAAANG NO PUNCHES PULLED BACK!!!!!

aww he called her ‘my love’ even in a dream

so that was the infamous bloody mouth scene and it was quicker than i thought it would be? at least i have a bright julia smile! ♥

OMG winston’s calling for her yet it sounds so weird WHYYY

he’s much improved!

they’re skyping lol

after all he’s been through he still hates bb! :o

ROOM 101 :o

room 101 is a personalized experience just for you! :D

also IT’S A DREAM MIRROR

omg the rats are GOING AT EACH OTHER GEEZ

winston’s squeak at the rats no!!! :(

‘do it to julia’ sounds a bit selfish but it’s the betrayal we’ve been waiting for!

...NOT

uh oh here comes the awkward reunion...

they should’ve said “...sup.” to each other

the bartender saying “on the house!’ tiredly each time is great :D

winston: “thank you for coming.” julia in her thoughts: “yeah whateves bro.” :/

at least they can still bond over something :)

jules gin time ;)

they ratted out on each other true love???

julia: “we must meet again.” winston: “yes, we must meet again.” ...they never met again

but if they did it would be a bro time!

winston: “i have seduced party members of both sexes” BI NANI???? :o

since his crimes are like the guy’s from earlier... what if he didn’t do them and was convinced that he did? :o

in the book he says i love you to bb, but here he turns away and says it... what if he still loves julia? :o

and with that question, the movie has come to a close! it’s a fantastic little film that closely follows the book. while i would’ve liked to see julia with winston at o’brien’s and the drunk jail lady, the cutting of the gross parsons scene, the addtion of the bloody mouth scene and the possibly hopeful ending make up for it. overall, this is an amazing adaptation of such a great book! :D

#livewatch #i bet this is just as good as the book! :D

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haha, what about 70+71 loool! it would be interestinggg!! tdbk!!!

ooh this should be good!! kinda went a different route, but i think it works huhu c;

tdbk, [70] Locked in a Room and [71] Twenty-Four Hours to Live

***

Bakugou has been in rough spots before, but never one quite as irritating as this. A dimension-based quirk is already fucking annoying, but when the villain in control of it is an asshole, it’s even worse. He created a pocket dimension—a room with a big maze surrounding it—and put Bakugou in the center. To make matters worse, he just had to trap that damn Icy Hot bastard, too.

“We won’t get anywhere by blindly punching our way through walls,” he says in his irritatingly calm voice. “We only have twenty-four hours to get out, so we should go about this carefully and—“

“Shut your fucking face!” Bakugou snaps, whirling on him with a growl. “What the fuck is your problem, huh? Are you just going to stand there and let yourself die?”

“That’s not my intention, no.” Todoroki brushes soot from his face—leftover ash from the fight that landed them in here. “I just think this situation could use a bit more tact.”

“Tact my ass.” Bakugou turns back to the wall, reaching for the pin on his left gauntlet. “We need to get out of here, and tact isn’t gonna do shit.”

He should’ve known this asshole wasn’t going to be any help. While he’s standing here looking pretty and being useless, Bakugou is actually trying to save their lives. Even if how he goes about doing it is blowing holes in the walls. The villain told them they have to find the center of the maze by the time the twenty-four hours is over, or they’ll cease to exist. Which doesn’t sound fun. But hey, he never specified how they have to find the center.

“You really shouldn’t do that.” Someone speaks right into his ear, and Bakugou whacks his head against the wall when he jumps forward.

“Ow! What the fuck?” He turns, ready to scold Todoroki, but it isn’t him. It’s the villain, leaning against the wall with a smug smile. Bakugou lunges for him on instinct, but the bastard sinks into the wall and reappears a few feet away.

“Calm down there, Ground Zero. You don’t want something to happen to your little friend, now do you?”

“He’s not my fri— Wait, what did you say?” Bakugou pauses, whipping his head around to search for Todoroki. It’s true: he’s gone. “You bastard… What the fuck did you do with him?”

“Since neither of you were playing nice, I put him at a random passageway.” The villain waves his hand and a map of the maze appears on the wall, with a blinking chibi Todoroki intersecting one of the lines.

Part of Bakugou wants to laugh at the childish image, but he knows it’s a serious problem for them to be split up. Even if the villain is acting immature, there’s an underlying air of intelligence to him that sets Bakugou on edge. This guy knows what he’s doing.

“Fine. What do I have to do to play your damn game?”

“I’m glad you finally asked.” The villain disappears, his voice echoing in the empty room. “The maze is split into levels. You can’t go off the beaten path, and you must clear each level before moving to the next.” The picture of the maze fades away. “Your friend is on the third and final level, guarded by a boss. You have to clear every level to get to him.”

Bakugou’s brow twitches in irritation. “What is this, and MMORPG?”

There’s no answer: the villain is already gone. Fuck. This is going to be such a huge drag.

***

Bakugou has barely gotten through the first two floors by the time the twelve-hour mark rolls around. There’s a stupid monster at the intersection of each new corridor, and it’s starting to seriously piss him off. They’re not even that strong, but the constant use of his quirk is starting to exhaust him.

“Fuck.” Bakugou wipes sweat from his forehead, wincing as he flexes his sore hands. “Todoroki better still be alive or I’ll kick his damn ass.” Another monster surges out of the wall, and he blows it away without a second glance. “Now I’m really pissed.”

He lets his anger carry him through the first few corridors of the third and final level, ignoring the pain from overusing his quirk and the overwhelming smell of burnt sugar. That fucking villain is dead when he gets out of here.

Bakugou isn’t even sure why he’s so angry. Todoroki can take care of himself: they’re both heroes, after all. And if he was dropped in the third level, he’s that much closer to the exit, which is an advantage. Maybe he’s already fighting his way to the end to get them out of here. Maybe it’s the principle of the thing—of being trapped and having something held over his head.

Whatever the case may be, Bakugou is steaming by the time he gets to the next monster. It puts up little resistance, disappearing in a puff of pink smoke. There’s a door in the wall where it was standing. The exit? Thank fuck.

“Todoroki!” Bakugou kicks the door open, prepared to have to kill yet another ridiculous dungeon monster. But there’s nothing inside the room other than an unconscious Todoroki, who’s lying in a fucking glass coffin. Bakugou squeezes his eyes shut, but nothing has changed when he opens them again. Todoroki is still there, pristine, holding a bouquet of red-and-white roses in his clasped hands.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Bakugou mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Christ… There’s no way I’m kissing this asshole!” he yells to the air, knowing that dipshit villain is watching from somewhere. “No way in hell!”

“Oh yeah?” a voice rings from the walls. “Are you sure about that? Because if you don’t, you’ll both be wiped off the face of the earth in… let’s see… four hours, thirty-nine minutes, and seven seconds.”

“Fuck.” Bakugou kicks the nearest wall, but it doesn’t make him feel better. “Fuck,” he says again, quietly. This is by far the worst day of his life. Not necessarily the kissing Todoroki part, but everything that led up to it. Not that Bakugou wants to kiss him. Because he fucking doesn’t. But there’s no way around it, is there?

“You win,” Bakugou mutters to the empty air. He crosses the room to reach the glass coffin, pausing to look at Todoroki’s face. He seems so peaceful. And silent for once in his damn life. His hero costume is still singed around the collar and sleeves, and his hair is still messy from fighting. Still, somehow, he looks like he’s glowing.

The fact that he has to kiss him because a villain is telling him to is the only thing giving Bakugou pause. Fuck, it pisses him off. How does he even know the stupid game will end if he does this? This little twist wasn’t mentioned before: the villain could just keep throwing them into stupid situations until the clock runs out.

But he can’t know for sure, so he leans forward. It’s barely a brush of lips—because who makes out with someone unconscious?—but it still makes him incredibly uncomfortable. Mostly because of the tight, nervous pull in his stomach, but that isn’t important right now.

Todoroki’s face twists before he opens his eyes, slowly, one at a time, like it takes all the strength he has. “Where am I?” he murmurs, using Bakugou’s arm to help himself sit up—without permission, the bastard. “What happened?”

“You let yourself get spirited away like the huge dipshit you are,” Bakugou grumbles, catching Todoroki when he tries and fails to stand up. “Damn, take it easy, moron. You were passed out for at least ten hours.”

“What?” Todoroki is awake instantly, stumbling to grab Bakugou’s shoulders. “Ten? How much time do we have left?”

“Just over four hours. But I just won the game, I think.” Bakugou glances at the ceiling above their heads, raising his voice. “We won! Let us the fuck out of here!”

After a moment of silence, a laugh rings through the air. “Sorry, but I never said kissing him would win you the game. And I never said this room was the center of the maze, either.”

“You motherfucker!” Bakugou slams his fist against the glass coffin, shattering it into pieces. “Let us out, dammit!”

“Stay calm,” Todoroki says, even though his hand is trembling when he grabs Bakugou’s arm. “We just have to find the center… and we’ll be fine.”

***

Twenty-four minutes and fifteen seconds. That’s how long they have left before they cease to exist. They’ve tried everything, but as expected, the villain just keeps throwing in new twists. All in all, Bakugou’s had much better days.

To make matters worse, Todoroki has quickly become exhausted using his fire quirk over and over again. The villain must be trying to wear him out on purpose, because he keeps creating ice monsters. It pisses Bakugou off to no end, especially when they finally reach another room, only to have the doors disappear.

“Fuck.” Bakugou sags against the wall, dropping his last remaining gauntlet on the floor. “This is torture.”

Todoroki falls beside him, forehead coated with sweat, skin gently steaming. “I can’t… use my left side anymore.” His head falls against Bakugou’s shoulder, and he’s about to tell him to fuck off when he realizes he’s passed out.

“Fuck, Icy Hot, wake up.” Bakugou shakes him, but he won’t open his eyes. He’s breathing so heavily that he’s almost hyperventilating. Fuck, this isn’t good. If they can’t get out of this room, then…

Dammit. For half a second, Bakugou isn’t sure what he’ll do if they get out of here. He’s never been in close proximity with Todoroki for this long, and it’s making him… weird. Why does his chest hurt? Why doesn’t he want to push the bastard off him? It doesn’t make any sense.

“Giving up already?” a familiar, annoying voice echoes. Bakugou doesn’t have the strength to be angry anymore, so he shifts to make himself more comfortable, letting Todoroki’s head fall against his neck.

This is fine, isn’t it? Maybe that’s just sleep deprivation and exhaustion talking, but disappearing like this doesn’t seem so bad. It probably won’t hurt, and Todoroki feels warm against his side, like a ray of sun. There’s been nothing but spite between them, but Bakugou thinks that if they were to get out of here, he’d probably have to admit that he’s in love with him. A strange, nonsensical love, born from begrudging admiration and silent observation. Love born from stubbornness.

There are only three minutes left, and it pains Bakugou that he won’t get to tell Todoroki any of this before time runs out.

“This so isn’t fun now.” The villain appears in front of them, pouting childishly. “Are you really not going to try anymore?”

Bakugou doesn’t answer, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. It’s been so long since he last slept… And drifting away with Todoroki beside him seems perfectly okay.

***

“Bakugou. Wake up.”

Bakugou hears the voice, and he wants to tell it to fuck off and let him sleep, but his lips won’t form the words. Man, he’s tired…

“Bakugou…” The voice is much closer, whispering in his ear. “I’ll kiss you.”

….What? Bakugou frowns, But he still can’t open his eyes. It feels like he’s been asleep for days. When he feels the cool press of lips against his, though, the splash of ice water in his veins finally wakes him up. For a moment, he has no idea where he is. All he can see is a pale face and two shining eyes. Todoroki.

“What the fuck?” Bakugou murmurs without much feeling. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Payback for the maze.” Todoroki sits back, his expression as unreadable as ever. “How do you feel?”

Bakugou ignores the question. “You mean… we’re not in the maze anymore? We’re still alive?”

“Midoriya and the others defeated the villain and got us out.” Todoroki looks away, the sun catching strands of his hair. They glow against his forehead like strings of starlight, glittering when he tilts his head. “Are you okay?”

Bakugou’s throat is so dry that he has to swallow three times before answering. “I’m fine.” He clears his throat, because he has too much to say and no courage to say it.

Everything he thought before passing out is still fresh in his head, etched there with permanent marker. ‘I like Todoroki.’ In the maze, it was only a ‘what if’ scenario, but they’re out now. They survived. And Bakugou’s heart is still singing, surging against his chest, pushing him towards Todoroki. Who just kissed him.

Bakugou’s face explodes in a blush so instantaneously that he can’t even try to stop it. He’s staring at Todoroki, and he must be able to read the panic off his face because he smiles, this fucking bastard. “You look like you have something to say.”

The patience of his tone makes Bakugou 1.) incredibly annoyed, and 2.) incredibly embarrassed. God dammit, this asshole knows. He somehow knows, and he’s tormenting Bakugou into telling him.

As fucking if.

“I have dogshit to say to you, damn bastard. Get the fuck out before I kill you.”

Todoroki just keeps smiling, which is 1000 times more annoying than anything else he could do. “Okay. When you want to talk, I’ll be here.”

“Fuck you,” Bakugou growls, even while his heart is saying, I love you.

#hi #um #cutest shit ever #bless #todobaku #my writing #answered asks #trope prompts

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