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By The Pool (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

A little Saturday fun by the pool.

Author's Note: Thank you to @alexusonfire for reading this one over for me :) I hope y'all enjoy!

Each day of the summer, Larissa would be out back of your home tanning the day away, only stopping to get in the pool, feed herself, or take a work call. Today, the headmistress was delighted in the fact that it was a Saturday, meaning you would be home to spend the day with her.

In light of you being home, the shapeshifter tied on her skimpiest bikini and walked out to the pool area with a book and tanning oil in one hand and a towel in the other. The blonde piled her hair high on her head in a tight bun as she stood before her luxurious beach chair.

Stretching out on the cushy, circular beach chair, Larissa peered over her sunglasses towards the little outdoor workout area you had created for herself. You were in the middle of your workout and Larissa couldn’t be more pleased with the view.

Larissa pushed the sunglasses higher on her nose and lazily turned her head, allowing herself to fully gawk at you. Her mouth watered at the sight of your shoulder muscles working under your tank top.

It had only been a few months since the two started dating and Larissa couldn’t get enough of you. Her hips rose and fell on the beach chair as images from the past evening and morning raced through the platinum blonde’s mind. Your lips moving down her stomach… The shapeshifter’s hands gripping your shoulders as you work the strap in and out… Your hands pushing the headmistress’s legs back as far as they could go…

She felt insatiable. She wanted more from you, but Larissa opted for the route of seduction rather than straight up calling you to leave your workout in exchange for sex.

Readjusting herself on the beach chair, Larissa flipped to lay flat on her stomach and reached behind herself to pull the strings of her bikini top and bottoms loose. She even went as far to move the fabric of the bottoms off her ass so as to expose the lips of her pussy if one were to look at just the right angle. The blonde felt herself growing wet at the exposure she felt and she could only hope to be dripping wet by the time you took notice and began touching her.

You had taken notice. You were aware of Larissa’s presence outside as soon as she exited the home and had been watching her from the corner of your eye the whole time. It wasn’t until the strings came loose that you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the blonde.

Larissa tucked her towel under her head and closed her eyes, pretending to nap as she was actually daydreaming about your touch. The image of you looking up at her with sweet eyes as your mouth and hands were attached to the headmistress’s breasts continued flashing in the woman’s mind.

Your workout wasn’t quite over, but your legs had carried you toward the blonde without much conscious thought. You would have snuck up on Larissa if it wasn’t for your trance-like state making you unaware of the bottle of tanning oil on the ground. You knocked it over and stumbled, drawing Larissa’s eyes open and bringing a smile to the blonde’s face.

“Hi, darling. Everything okay?” The headmistress’s tone was as sweet as sugarcane. Her big doe eyes looked over the tops of her glasses at you as she pushed herself up on her elbows, exposing more bare cleavage to you.

You gaped for a moment, searching for words as your brain malfunctioned from your girlfriend’s sweet words, face, and body. Larissa noticed your affectionate leering and smiled, her hand reaching up to tug at the hem of your tank top. You quickly shifted to your knees, ready to hear whatever the headmistress was about to say.

The shapeshifter giggled at the way you fawned over her and she took your face in her hand when you were close enough, she drew you in close to press a soft kiss to your lips. When she parted, her whisper was low in register, her eyes dark with desire, “Would you put some sunscreen on me, darling? I wouldn’t want to burn.”

Your rapid nod came first, and then your words, “Mm, yes.”

“Thank you, dear.” The blonde giggled more at your dream-like state and snatched the toppled sunscreen from the ground and handed it over.

With the sunscreen in hand, you crawled onto the beach chair and surveyed Larissa’s body. You were working to remember every curve, dip, and mark. Its every feature was a work of art to you.

Dripping a copious amount of lotion onto the headmistress’s back, you set aside the bottle and began smearing it, delighting in the feeling of her body against your fingertips. You took your time massaging it into Larissa’s skin and had to bite back a smirk when the blonde whimpered as you massaged her shoulders.

Larissa’s already lightly tanned back was mesmerizingly shiney from the lotion and you were growing overwhelmed from her increasing desire. Everything about Larissa was so soft, from her demeanor to her body, which only made you feel weaker for this woman. the shapeshifter could ask for the world and you would work endlessly to give it to her.

More lotion was poured onto the headmistress’s lower back and you gave into some of your urges as you allowed your hands to linger on the blonde’s ass. You massaged the globes, drifting her hands towards Larissa’s cunt before drawing them back again. Regardless of the increasingly sexual touches, the headmistress kept her breathing calm while a little smile grew on her face.

“You are so beautiful...” You trailed off, your hands manhandling your girlfriend’s ass.

“And I’m all yours.” Larissa muttered into the cushion of her chair as her hips lifted up off the chair into your hands.

You seized her opportunity and shifted your grip to the headmistress’s hips, pushing them higher with verbal direction for the blonde. “Lift your hips for me. I may have missed a spot.”

Doing as she was told, the headmistress pushed her knees forward and raised her hips off the chair, pressing her shoulders and face into the cushion beneath her. The feeling of your hands shifting back down the backs of her thighs sent a shiver down the shapeshifter’s spine. She was entirely exposed to you and the blonde could have sworn she felt your hot breath against her cunt.

With Larissa’s hips high in the air, you lowered your face to the headmistress’s bare cunt and swiped your tongue up the blonde’s slit. The shapeshifter gasped at the wonderfully familiar feeling of your tongue dipping in and out of her dripping hole before swirling around her clit. The blonde was mewling with every stroke of your tongue, her hands holding the cushion in a steadfast grip.

“Oh, darling. Oh, baby... That- Oh, it feels so- Hnng...” The blonde’s chest was heaving as she whimpered and cried out. Her eyes fluttered shut and she began rocking against your tongue to fuck herself.

As soon as the headmistress’s greedy hips began rolling against your face, you pulled away, seeking to assert your dominance over the needy blonde which only earned a frustrated groan from your girlfriend.

“Relax, Larissa...” You chuckled, voice teasingly condescending as you pulled the headmistress’s hips back to the cushion. In an instant, you continued teasing Larissa by putting more lotion on your hands to rub into her legs.

Larissa’s cunt was aching for your touch as you continued applying lotion to the blonde’s seemingly endless legs. She had fallen apart and felt entirely helpless as she squirmed and rutted against the beach chair, desperately seeking relief for the coil that had begun tightening in her abdomen. It wasn’t helping the headmistress’s growing desperation whenever your hands trailed back up her legs, thumbs swiping over her pussy lips before drifting back down once more.

You noticed the lotion across Larissa’s back and shoulders had seemed to set in, so you cooed to your love, “Flip over for me... We need to make sure your tan is even.”

“O-okay.” The blonde whimpered, turning onto her back and settling her legs on either side of you. The headmistress’s gaze was intense and pleading, but your gaze was stuck on Larissa’s breasts which had been exposed by the blonde turning over.

You crawled up Larissa’s body, your mouth ghosting over the blonde’s stomach to land at the space between her breasts. There was no hiding your ulterior motives any longer - you craved the headmistress far too much. Your lotioned hands squeezed at your girlfriend’s breasts as you pressed sweet kisses up and down the shapeshifter’s sternum.

While the headmistress craved you no less, an adoring smile graced her lips as she raised a hand to the back of your head. Her hand tangled in your hair, scratching at your scalp with her manicured nails and enjoying the silky texture of your hair. She watched your eyes flutter shut as you became momentarily distracted in the comforting position you often fell asleep in when you reclined on the couch together.

“Mmm... I love you...” You hummed, enjoying the comforting position for a moment longer before drawing yourself down your girlfriend’s body to finish what you started. From the softness of her tummy to the hypnotic curve of her hips, you savored every picturesque view before settling between her legs.

“And I love you, sweethe- Oh...” Larissa swiftly cut herself off at the feeling of you burying your face in the blonde’s cunt.

Each time you ate her out, the headmistress was shocked by the intensity in which you took care of her. Your arms slipped around Larissa’s thighs and held them tight, preventing the blonde from moving too much beneath you. It was always a mystery how you could bury yourself in Larissa’s cunt and only come up for air when the headmistress was writhing and begging for reprieve.

You focused in on Larissa’s clit, swirling and sucking at the bundle of nerves repeatedly. In response to the great deal of stimulation, the headmistress’s hands shot between her legs and buried in your hair, holding your head in place for her to grind against your mouth.

The moans that escaped the blonde were soft and airy: absolute music to your ears.

“Honey...” The headmistress gasped as her back arched, earning a growl from you. With a firm hand on the blonde’s stomach, you pushed the headmistress flat against the cushion. Neither of you realized, but a wet spot beneath Larissa had begun to form as a result of your saliva and the headmistress’s juices.

It was too much for the shapeshifter to handle. With a wordless groan, Larissa’s chest heaved from her orgasm and she had been sent over the edge with a flick of your skilled tongue.

The headmistress took no time to recover as she quickly sat up and captured your face with her hands, drawing you towards her. The blonde giggled at the sight of the slick shine from your nose to her chin and she swiped the towel from behind herself to wipe away the fluids.

“Aren’t you cute?” Larissa breathed as she pulled your face to her own, allowing her tongue to mingle with yours to taste herself. She urged you into her lap with slender fingers gripping your thighs.

You both remained in that chair for the remainder of the morning, exchanging sweet kisses, caresses, and orgasms, knowing it was the perfect way to spend a Saturday.

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malk1ns · 8 days

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HI HELLO I’ve been thinking about your barbie girl sid for a hot minute….if you could please imagine the man trying to do a diy/home improvement/“wood working project….like maybe sid wants to make a bird house or bird feeding station so he can do some more bird watching, and he’s struggling a little trying to figure out which tools are best to use in what order….sid out in the backyard all sweaty and pink cheeked and pouting behind his safety glasses trying to figure out why his angles are off…..asking geno with his big old 🥺 eyes to hold his wood still for him while he works his saw……

Sid loves having hobbies.

Evgeni's watched him pick up and discard new ones practically every offseason since they've been together. The only ones that have stood the test of time are scrapbooking and baking; Sid spends hours in his craft room putting together memory books that Evgeni will absolutely not admit to crying over when he's feeling sentimental, and after over a decade Sid's perfected his banana bread recipe.

Everything else, though, Sid gets really into for a few weeks over the summer, then loses interest a few weeks into the new season. They have half a shelf's worth of books on birdwatching from the Covid pause, and Evgeni things there's a bin of yarn somewhere in the garage still.

So, he's used to Sid watching something on YouTube and getting all excited about trying something new. They take trips to stores to buy stuff because Sid doesn't trust Amazon after they delivered a sensitive package to their neighbor's house, and Evgeni watches Sid wander the aisles, offering opinions when asked but otherwise letting Sid pick out whatever little bits and bobs he likes best.

It keeps Sid occupied, usually. Evgeni does most of his intensive paper-writing in the offseasons, and Sid having something of his own to work on, even if he gives up after a month, keeps him from getting bored when Evgeni loses track of time.

He's not so sure about this summer's choice though.

Sid's been talking about wanting to redo the basement at his house all season, setting up Pinterest boards and drowning Evgeni's Instagram messages with links to renovation jobs. Evgeni figured they were in for a summer of dealing with construction and mess and contractors who lie right to Sid's face because they know a mark when they see one.

Turns out, Sid wants to do some of it himself. Evgeni thinks he'd rather deal with the contractors.

Neither of them are all that comfortable in Home Depot, but Sid insists on going in person instead of ordering, and Evgeni spends his first real off-day of the summer eyeing the endless, inscrutable tools and hardware fixtures as Sid frowns at his list and gets them lost at least three times.

It's when they get to the circular saws that Evgeni finally says something.

"Sid..." he says, frowning at the sawhorse set up to demo one of the units. "Not sure this is safe, like, you're use a saw before?"

Sid's crouched down to inspect the saw blades. Evgeni takes a minute to admire the way his ass and thighs strain at his jeans.

"It's fine," Sid says, distracted and poking at the packages. "People use these all the time. And I watched a video on YouTube." He glances up at Evgeni, eyes big and imploring. "I really want to make this table, G."

Evgeni caves. He usually does. Sighing, he crouches down next to Sid, who beams at him and shoves his phone under Evgeni's nose. "Can you help me figure out which of these I need to get?"

Sid takes over Evgeni's concrete shooting pad in the backyard. There are piles of wood and buckets of bolts and screws and fasteners all over the place, and Sid spends every afternoon puttering around out there, measuring planks and drawing designs on the big sheets of paper he had stashed away from some other project.

Sid's shorts are all very short, and his t-shirts are getting tighter as he bulks back up after the season. It's a nice view. Evgeni's not getting much done on this summer's paper.

It doesn't seem like Sid is making progress either, though. So far, every time Evgeni glances out the window, he's only succeeded in moving around the pieces of wood.

He looks awfully cute in his safety glasses, though.

One day, the weather is nice enough that Evgeni gives up on his paper and wanders downstairs, stepping out onto the patio.

"G!" Sid beams at him, pushing his glasses up his nose. His hair is getting long, curling with sweat against his temples, and he's wearing the tightest white t-shirt he owns. Evgeni licks his lips. "Are you done with your story? Do you want to see what I'm working on?"

Evgeni shakes his head. Every summer, Sid thinks he's going to be done with his paper right away. He's stopped explaining the number of drafts he has to go through before it can even be sent to his editor. "I'm take break, it's nice out. Yes, you show. It's not look much like table though, Sid."

Sid pouts at him. "It takes time," he whines, gathering up the papers he's got scattered over the sawhorse. "Look, I have to measure out the legs, and make sure that all the pieces fit together..."

Evgeni dutifully looks over the designs. Sid's handwriting is terrible, but he's clearly put work into the numbers; there are erasemarks all over where he's corrected the measurements.

Numbers have never been Evgeni's strong suit, so he doesn't spend any time checking the figures. Either they'll work or they won't. "Looks good, Sid, I can't wait to see." He glances to the side, eyeing Sid up. "You take break too, maybe?"

Sid frowns at him. "I was just about to start cutting..." he starts, but trails off when Evgeni drops the papers and gets his hand on Sid's ass. "Oh, a break. Yeah, okay."

He makes for the door, but Evgeni catches him around the waist before he can go back inside, pulls him over to the chaise lounges next to the grill. When he knocks one of the seat cushions onto the ground and drops to his knees, Sid squeaks.

Sid's spent a lot of time outside this summer, and he's already got color, stark tan lines on his belly and thighs from his shorts. Evgeni licks over his hipbone, setting his teeth into the soft flesh there and biting down just enough to leave a mark, just enough to make Sid whine and cant his hips forward.

Getting Sid's shorts off is always a battle, but eventually Evgeni peels them down his thighs, letting them pool on the ground as he leans forward to bury his face in Sid's groin. He's warm, and he's been sweating in the afternoon heat; when Evgeni inhales, it's salty and pungent, twisting something in Evgeni's stomach and making him groan with want.

Sid twists Evgeni's hair in his fingers and tugs, not too hard, but urgently enough that Evgeni redirects his attention to Sid's dick, already hard and beading precome.

Evgeni doesn't tease. They're outside, after all, and the chair cushions are only comfortable for so long. He opens his mouth and lets Sid feed him his dick, closing his eyes to savor the taste and the heft of Sid in his mouth, listening to Sid pant and groan and whimper above him as he thrusts.

Sid's noisy when he comes, practically shouting as he spills over Evgeni's tongue, and Evgeni clenches his thighs. He's hard, he wants to come so badly, but he holds Sid's dick in his mouth, licking and sucking gently until Sid pulls away with a gasp.

"Wow," Sid says, blinking down at him. Evgeni's mouth feels swollen and used, and his dick is hard in his gym shorts.

He gets to his feet with a groan, wincing as his knees crack. He's barely gotten his balance when Sid is pushing at him, shoving him towards the door and inside the house.

Neither of them get anything done that afternoon.

The table turns out terribly. The legs are all the same length, but they don't fit into the top correctly, so it wobbles. The stain isn't even, too thin in some parts and textured and thick in others. One side of the top is cut at a slant.

Sid pouts over it, wants to throw it away, but Evgeni puts it in his office, on one side of his desk. A couple of folded-up index cards stops it from wobbling, and with a few blankets on top it's a perfect nest for Maverick to curl up in and nap. Sid smiles whenever he comes in and sees it, and Evgeni's caught him doodling; he thinks Sid's trying to figure out how to make a bird house.

He does make Sid take the circular saw back, though.

#barbie girl #sidgeno #hockey rpf #my writing #my fic #thank you for the prompt :)

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kxxkiecxre · 2 years

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❦ strawberries & cigarettes ❦ J.J.K

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook treats you to a sweet & short resort.

WARNINGS: just a bunch of cuteness, very soft sex, unprotected sex (just don’t), kissing .

WC: 1.1k

Just felt very cuddly ok?

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WITH THE blindfold over your eyes you relied heavily upon Jungkook, his hands over your eyes as he lead you to wherever his heart of course desired. The room, is what you’re guessing it as if the click of the door is anything to go by, smells of cinnamon and apple pies, and you can just feel Jungkook smile behind you, he dragged you out of bed at 7am, blindfolding you because he didn’t want you to have any clue as to where he was bringing you, and surely, he could murder you, but youd still follow because he’s Jungkook, and you are madly in love with him.

“Okay are you ready?” He asked, voice giddy and sweet.

“Yes babe” you chuckled at his excitement.

Untying your eyes, you blink, adjusting to the sunlight soaring into the warm room. You gasp. Your eyes met with the floor to ceiling view of the bluest and clearest ocean you had ever seen. The people walking around and bustling streets attracting your rather large eyes. You looked behind you, Jungkook in all his glory, with a white button up and black slacks, his hands in his pockets as he smiles at you, nose scrunching up as you jump into a big hug.

“You’re too cute you know” you mutter voice cracking.

“Look at the bed baby”

Following his wishes, your sight lands on the golden bouquet of flowers, placed very carefully in the same shade circular box, a gold ribbon tied around it with a picture of you two on your wedding day exactly three years ago. Your ears tear up slightly as you walk towards the bed, grabbing the picture in your hand as you looked at him, he walks towards you, arms wrapping around your waist as he kisses you sweetly.

The sunlight pooling into the warm toned room. You felt content, heart absolutely soaring at his sweet thought of you. Disconnecting from his lips, you rest your forehead against his as the small speaker plays love is not easy by chase Atlantic, your favourite band. He was so beautiful in this moment, chocolate brown eyes melting into your own.

“Care for a drink with me?” He asks softly, pecking the corner of your mouth, but your mouth caught his in time, latching your lips back into his.

“I think it can wait baby” you clasped your hands around his button up.

“Oh yeah?” He teases.

You hummed back, nibble fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled swaying you gently to the rhythm of the song in the background. God he was so perfect. You have never and don’t you will ever, love someone as much as you love him. Slipping the shirt of his shoulders, you sweetly peck his neck, hugging his slim waist tighter as you continue glueing your self to his body.

He reaches behind you, pulling the zipper of your floral dress down, sleeping it past your shoulder as your breasts smush against his chest, your ass covered by the lamest excuse of a thong, red and lacy barely doing anything to cover you. God he loves you so much it’s insane.

Your hands are quick to follow down his body and land onto his belt, untying it as well as unbuttoning his pants and letting him step out of them.

“I love you baby,” he pecks your head, “I love you so so much”

You hum, nails softly dragging along his back, “I was thinking,” you kiss his jaw “we expand our family?”.

He chuckles, wrapping his lips around your own, reaching for the bouquet and gently setting it down beside the golden tray holding two glasses of pink rose, “I was hoping you’d say that”.

Slipping under the cozy and crispy blankets of the bed, he hovers above you, pecking every inch of your face and gazing at you like you still hold all of the stars in the universe, even though it’s been almost ten years since you’re together, dating for six, married for three. His pecks following a trail down to your breasts, lightly sucking them into his mouth as he leaves a pretty purple bruise on them.

“I want you kook, now”. You whisper softly, hand around his neck as he licks his lips.

He was gentle easing in, letting you adjust for a minute before you clenched around him, both of you gasping in each others mouths as he bottomed out. His hand trailing yours down to your lower stomach, letting you feel the bulge in your stomach as he thrusted in and out. Fucking hell.

“I was made for you as you were for me baby” he says, voice breathy.

You giggle, mouths hovering around each other, “you’re so cheesy, I love it”.

He chuckles with you, you hugged his body to yours, practically melting into one as he continued his soft and gentle thrusts, embracing each other, moaning breathily in each others ears as one or the other would murmur sweet nothings to each other.

Within a few more thrusts you unravel around him, as does he for the first time, inside you. And it drives you insane. He plops beside you for a second, “hold it in baby, it betters our chance of pregnancy, especially if your raise your legs in the air.”

Before you know it he’s above you again, wrapping your legs around his shoulders as you yelp, you laugh, hair a mess on the pillows as he laughs with you, the only thing floating around in his head is how beautiful you are the only feeling in his chest is still that exact overwhelming love that has been there since the first day he met you.

“Should be shower hm?” He asks after a minute.

“Mhm, we smell of sex babe”

“I love that smell on us” he says dramatically, earning a snort from you.

He carries you to the shower, kissing and hugging you as you try your best to wash yourself. Following you around like a lost puppy before you end up on the bed again, handing him the glass of rose.

“To us baby,” he says clinking your glasses together, wrapped in the satin robes as you sat criss cross across from him.

“To us” you say, before jumping into ranting about all the gossip in the company you run, the one both of you built from nothing to something huge.

“Oh Mrs shin?” His eyes widen.

You nod dramatically, smirking as you realise how content you are in this moment.

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A/N: call me sappy idc I want this irl and I want it now 🥲

#bts drabble #bts smut #bts fluff #bts imagines #jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk #jeon junkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts

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garfunklefield · 6 months

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can you write fem reader x geto fluff (or smut if you want) about going to the beach

Lime Lemonade

Fem!reader/Suguru Geto Warnings: fluff, crack, this is not serious, the reader IS babysitting Gojo, they're in college maybe 1st or 2nd year? Gojo is a gay twink who is 5'4 SORRY, Geto is definitely canon height, Suguru has a tattoo, beach house, drinking and smoking, cuddling by a fire, love confession, mutual pining Word count: 3139 DESC: Satoru Gojo your rich classmate invites you out to his beach house!!

I actually love this so much and I've definitely taken inspiration from another fic which I can't find but if anyone knows or suspects comment and I'll gladly give the credit!

Link to my Ko-fi to support me!

Requests and ASKS are open!

You made Suguru so unbelievably nervous. The way you bit your pencil as you stared at the whiteboard deep in thought. Or how your eyes always lit up when someone asked you about your interests. It made his heart flutter. You were one of the most perfect girls he had ever met even if you didn’t think so. You had soft hair and kind eyes. He didn’t want to admit that he also liked you for other reasons. He’s a guy okay?? And sometimes they stare!! Suguru hated himself for looking over your body when you got up to sharpen your pencil. You didn’t wear very tight or revealing things, but he still found himself looking at your big hips and stomach as it peaked out through your top.

That morning he was hanging out with his true best friend, Satoru. They had known each other since elementary school and frankly, they were attached by the hip. So it wasn’t a surprise to Suguru when his friend mentioned the fact he’d have a beach house all to himself for a whole week out of their summer vacation.

“You have to come!” Satoru threw his head back, with a blunt hanging from his bottom lip, “I don’t wanna go alone Suguruuuuuuu,” he called, glancing over to see an annoyed look from his best friend.

“I’ll go, just who exactly would be going with us?” He raised an eyebrow. Satoru sat up and pulled the blunt from his lips, exhaling the cannabis smoke in the direction of Suguru.

The raven-haired male frowned and used his hand to fan away the excess smoke as Satoru answered, “Me, you, her.” And his heart dropped. Satoru invited … you? You! Of all people! He knew exactly how you made him feel and he knew how Suguru thought about you. He knew all of the perverted and wholesome details of his infatuation with you.

“Toru, you can’t be serious,” Suguru frowned.

He laughed, taking a slow inhale before speaking, “You need to get over this BS and confess already. I don’t want to keep having to hear you complain about boners in class,” Satoru shrugged, pushing his circular sunglasses up on the bridge of his nose.

Suguru blinked a few times, going to protest. But he couldn’t. He wanted you to come. He wanted to see you in a bathing suit and watch as the water made your breasts shine in the sun. He wanted to see your hair wet and clinging to the back of your neck. He wanted to see your stomach and your ass and your hips and -god- your thighs.

“See! You’ll confess, I’ll cheer, then you two go up and do straight people sex…” Satoru thought for a moment, “Butt stuff? You don’t wanna make her pregnant.” And with that Geto promptly smacked him upside the head.

Suguru arrived at the beach house before you, thankfully. He sat on the floor of the main corridor with his best friend, beer in hand, as they both waited for you. The air conditioning was on full blast but it still wasn’t enough. Satoru had already stripped since he had no sense of boundaries, into his boxers. But Suguru was terrified to show any more skin than necessary in front of you. In swimming shorts was one thing, but his underwear? He decided he’d rather be a hot sticky mess than show off against his twinky counterpart.

You arrived an hour later, in a pretty pink sundress. It was clear you were wearing something else underneath like a bathing suit, as the dress was a bit too large for you. It hung off your body and showed off the sides of your swimsuit, which was a deep red color. Satoru jumped up and waved his arms in the air, already a bit tipsy.

“I’m so glad you made it!” He shouted, even though you were pretty much in earshot, standing right next to him.

“Yeah. You have a lovely home,” you smiled sheepishly, a bit of pink gloss shining in the sunlight from one of the windows. Suguru caught himself staring at your lips and quickly turned his attention to his cold beer.

“...What,” Satoru blinked a few times.

“You have a lovely home!” You replied a bit louder.

“I’m not gonna sleep with you!” Satoru yelled, cupping both hands over his mouth, “I’m a homosexual! I like penis!”

Your eyes widened and then you turned your attention to his best friend, furrowing your brows together, “How much has he had to drink?”

Suguru tilted his head to the side to look at the cans littering the floor. Maybe he was a little bit more than just tipsy, “A few.”

“A few too many,” you smiled, shaking your head, “I’ll be upstairs, then maybe we can go swimming?” You suggested, looking at Suguru. He looked up at you and pressed his lips together, before flashing you his signature smile. It could make anyone’s heart just melt. His head tilted to the side and his eyes closed, before he smiled gently. Then he nodded, signaling he heard you. With that, you promptly went upstairs to put your stuff down in a spare bedroom.

“Satoru,” Suguru opened his eyes after a moment and looked at his friend who was jogging over to the back door, leading to the pool, “S… where are you-” He sighed loudly, before getting up and following his friend.

“Can we go to the beach?” Satoru looked back at him and wiggled the doorknob a few times, not entirely realizing it had been locked, “The house is on the beach so it’s such an easy walk! C’mon!!!! C….MON!!!!” He started to pull at the doorknob, bracing both hands on the knob and one foot against the door.

“Satoru. It’s locked,” he sighed and grabbed his friend's shoulder. The white-haired twink looked over at him and frowned, letting Suguru unlock the door for him, “We can go to the beach, we just need to wait for her,” he motioned to the stairs with his head but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as Satoru was already outside.

“H..SATORU!” Suguru shouted, coming outside to chase after him, “Can’t you stay still for two seconds?!”

You finished getting ready, tying your hair up into a loose bun and taking off your pink sundress. Underneath was a dark red two-piece bathing suit, that tied in the back and on the sides. It was cute but revealing. But you trusted the two of them enough to wear something like this in front of them. By the time you got down to the living room, both of the boys were gone. The faint shouting and open back door left you to believe they had already made a B-line for the beach.

It was so nerve-racking being around Suguru in this way. You’d never seen him just sitting on the floor in nothing but a tattered tank top and swimsuit bottoms. Satoru, it didn’t bother you as much to see him in his boxers. He was gay after all so you didn’t see him as an option. But Suguru? He was hot beyond belief! Anyone in their right mind would want a guy like that! Not to mention the rumor going around that he was completely hung.

You shook that thought out of your head and marched outside, to see Suguru and Satoru playing in the sand in the distance. They hadn’t noticed you yet, both of them now in just their swim trunks. Satoru’s seemed to have some kind of Digimon pattern whereas Geto’s was purely dark blue. His hair was down from its usual bun, showing off the shaggy cut and … did he have a tattoo? You found yourself staring at the ink on his chest and promptly falling - and eating shit - in the sand in front of them.

Satoru turned and began to cackle loudly at seeing you sit up, spitting out clumps of sand. Suguru stared at you for a moment, before covering his mouth to laugh as well. It was a charming laugh, rather than his friend's unruly cackle. He sounded so … beautiful.

You frowned and sat back on your palms, before using your arm to wipe off the remaining sand on your cheek, “It’s not funny.”

“You’re covered!!!! Pfft!” Satoru giggled in between his roaring fits of laughter. You rolled your eyes and watched as Suguru came up behind his best friend. Two big arms wrapped around the small twink and picked him up, “HELP! SUGU PUT ME DOWN IM FRAGILLLEEEEEEE!” He whined, almost like a little girl, flailing his thin arms around for some way to get out of his best friend's arms.

You smiled and stood up, dusting off the remaining bits of sand from your chest and ass. The white-haired boy was then promptly thrown into the water, his ass sticking up in the air and his face sunken deep in the sand. Suguru looked back at you and clasped his hands together, “How are you?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he always did.

“I’m fine. Is Satoru going to be okay?” You asked, looking over to see Satoru unmoving in the water. His friend just shrugged and waved you off, turning to point to the horizon.

“He’ll be fine. Look at this view, though. Isn’t it beautiful?” He spoke gently, just as if he was reciting a poem. Every single word Suguru murmured was beautiful just as his face. God, he was perfect. And god you wanted to touch the dragon tattoo on his chest.

“Is that new?” You looked at him with raised eyebrows, motioning to the aforementioned tattoo.

“No-no, I’ve had it for a bit. I guess you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” he nodded, looking down at his chest. You couldn’t notice, or maybe you just didn’t want to notice, but his whole body was on fire. His cheeks were burning just from being this close to you and the fact you pointed out his tattoo? It means you were looking at his body. You were admiring him. And then you spoke to him about it. God he just wanted you to run your hands up and down his chest, giving him goosebumps.

“Yeah. I want a tattoo. I’m not sure where though,” you replied, smiling as you spoke, “I wanted a snake!” Your smile widened into a grin, creating lines against your cheeks and creases in your eyes. All the while in the background, Satoru had gotten up from the water and hacked up all the sand he swallowed. Then he scurried off to make a sandcastle, as one does after having three beers.

“Well…” Suguru looked you over in a very obvious humorous way, stupidly narrowing his eyes just to make you laugh. You giggled and covered your mouth as he continued, “It would look great on… may I?” He reached his hand out, motioning to your hip.

You didn’t notice his hands shaking from the throbbing of your heart in your eardrums. A gasp flew out from your lips and you felt your body fill with electricity. You really wanted him to touch you. You really needed him to touch you. You nodded and the raven-haired male brushed his hand on your waist, before moving his hand down your hip.

“Here… to here,” he mumbled, trailing down your hip to your mid-thigh, “A large snake with your body type would be really… um, nice.” He smiled awkwardly, laughing a bit to hide his embarrassment.

“Your hands are soft,” you spoke too soon, meaning to say something completely different than that. You stiffened when his hand began to trace small circles with his fingers against your skin, Suguru now crouched on the ground and looked up at you with big eyes.

“Oh. Am I making you uncomfortable?” A frown beckoned at his lips and he went to retract his hand, but you caught his wrist and brought it back up to your hip.

“No. Suguru… I like you…r hands. I mean- I, you know..I think you’re nice and your hands are nice- but like- I-” God talk about word vomit. Your cheeks were a bright red, burning intensely as you continued to ramble and babble about something and nothing at the same time. But you didn’t see Suguru was in the same state. His face was burning intensely, probably more so than yours. And all he could focus on was the fact that his hand was still on your hip with your hand over the top of it.

God! Be bold! He told himself. Do something!! He had spent so much time liking you, what else did he have to lose? Maybe your rambling was a clue that you actually liked him back. Maybe the way your cheeks flushed and your bottom lip jutted out was a cue that you liked him how he liked you. There was only one way for him to find out and he had to try. He had to … be bold.

“I like you,” Suguru breathed out, staring at you. His other hand wrapped around your other hip and pulled you in closer, with his chin now resting on your lower stomach. Then he pulled you closer and wrapped your legs into a hug. You gasped and put your hands into his hair, to steady yourself. My god, it was soft. His hair was softer than you could’ve imagined.

“Suguru…” You bit on your bottom lip and looked down at him. He slowly adjusted himself to rest on his knees, his head on your stomach, “You do?”

“I-” Just as he went to reply the two of you heard a loud shriek coming from the drunken man-child known as Satoru Gojo. You turned your head to see him running towards you guys, with an angry crab following him.

“HELPHELPHELP HE’S GONNA GET MEEEEEE!” He screamed, waving his arms around and hopping as if he was going mad.

Suguru sighed and stood up, leaving you to deal with his best friend. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he picked him up with ease, with your head ringing. He liked you? He liked you… Suguru Geto liked you.

A few hours had passed since he almost … well basically confessed to you. You sat down by a bonfire a now somewhat sober Satoru had made, with the help of a very sober Suguru. You stared deep into the flame as the world began to turn dark. The sky was a shade of pink, turning orange, and then yellow. The rest of the blue had disappeared and turned purple-ish pink. Hues you loved and adored. It made Satoru’s hair and eyes practically glow (even though let’s be honest it was lowkey kind of creepy). And it made Suguru look sculpted. He looked like a statue as he sat across from you, with the bonfire in between.

His face looked solemn. You two hadn’t had a chance to speak alone since Satoru came screaming from a crab. You weren’t even sure how to speak to him now. You weren’t uncomfortable, you were nervous. You wanted his touch again, you wanted his embrace, and you wanted to hear his voice. But he hadn’t spoken in a bit, and neither had you. Instead, Satoru’s voice filled the air as he sang to himself.

“Guys, you wanna watch something inside?” He asked, taking a sip of some drink concoction he had made in his big kitchen. You shook your head and instead motioned to the fire, signaling you were too cold and too entranced. It was beautiful how it danced in contrast to the world around it. And especially the man behind it. The fire lit up Suguru’s features and made him look utterly marbled.

“I’ll keep her company. I can join you in a bit, Satoru,” Suguru looked over at him, smiling small as he spoke. He looked tired. You just wanted to run your hand along his cheek and smooth out those wrinkles beneath your fingertips.

Satoru shrugged and said his goodbyes, before frolicking off to the house. You watched him walk away and turned your attention back to the fire, to see Suguru was gone. A frown pulled at your lips and you felt the weight shift in the couch you were seated at. He sat beside you, watching the fire with a tired expression.

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I can see it in your face,” he spoke gently, leaning his elbows against his knees. The towel wrapped around your shoulders tightened as you tensed. You weren’t uncomfortable in the slightest. But you guessed the nerves had to have been confused for an uncomfortable aura in his eyes.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you mumbled, looking at him. His face stayed the same as you continued, “I like you. And your hands. And your face. And… your tattoo,” your voice trailed off, and as did your eyes, to the fire.

A large arm wrapped around your shoulders and gently pulled you toward Suguru’s side. He let out a breath and out came a faint chuckle. It looked as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He didn’t make you uncomfortable and he didn’t fuck this up. He still had a chance with you. That’s all that mattered to him, was being able to love you.

“Does this mean we’re going out now?” He raised an eyebrow, not taking his eyes away from the embers flicking out from the flame onto the concrete.

You nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder blade, letting it fall to rest against his neck. He tensed for a moment, but then leaned his head against your own, taking in your scent. You smelt like the sea, mixed with your perfume. It was vanilla, or maybe candy-scented? It reminded him of cotton candy and the color pink, just like the sunset that was fading in the distance. Suguru didn’t smell too bad himself, a mix of husky cologne and salt water.

One of your hands trailed from your lap to his chest, your head turning to watch as one finger traced the tattoo. Just as you wanted. You just wanted to feel the ink underneath your fingertips and see him tremble. Suguru froze and leaned into your touch, seeking the warmth and pleasure only you could give him at that moment. This was more intimate than kissing, than sex. Just the act of touching each other in a way that made you both yearn for more. Even though, yes he wanted so badly to kiss you, this felt better.

Who knew all it took was one day and a bit of confidence for Suguru to confess to someone as beautiful as you?

#getou suguru x you #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru #jjk geto #getou x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #x reader fluff #x reader #jjk x reader #gojo saturo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #garfunklefield writing

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heartludwig · 2 years

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Your art is really cute! Amazing! I love the palette you work with for your art and the lines stick out really well! I'd love to draw Amy as well, but I struggle with her head and eyes sense there's no gap between the brow. Do you have any tips for that? Thank you in advanced, and I hope you're doing good!

Hi anon! First of all Thanks a lot!! I’m really flattered by all your words and sorry for how long this took, art block has been beating my ass, i have my own way of making Amy’s eyes and maybe there is a few tips i can share!

So, without further ado welcome to my (probly not very good sorry) tutorial on how i draw Amy´s eyes!

Please have in mind that i´m not a professional in any way and this is only for reference!

So I’m aware that this image will not be very helpful, I’m at a stage in which i can just draw Amy’s eyes in one go (im totally not flexing i still have to try many times) since I’ve drawn her so many times already, and then i just add the details later, i just wanted to show the actual way i do it before we start.

Okay now let me share a trick i actually do myself when I’m having issues drawing Amy’s eyes!

1-We start with a circle! It’s they way i establish the size the eyes will have, i like making big ol’ eyes so it’s very important for me to make sure of the size.

2- Draw two dragon ball type of eyes, if you are having trouble with this just draw the full circles and erase the sides so you have a similar shape!

3- Here is when the magic happens, connect the brows! Two eyes turn into one! this has saved me so may times, you can adjust the size of the eyes to your liking.

4- Add the muzzle and nose as a reference for the face positioning, you can add a line for the muzzle, i personally don’t do this since i like the softer look the characters get when they don’t have the line.

5-Erase the circle and add eyes and ears! use the muzzle as a reference to draw Amy’s s head, her head is very circular!

For the record i draw Amy’s s eyes in more of a semi-circular way and the no muzzle line makes her face look kind of flat, on model Amy’s eyes flow with her muzzle instead of stopping on it like mine does, this is something you have to have in mind if you want your art to look more on model!

Try different shapes! angry eyes usually look sharper, more happy/exited eyes might look more circular etc, i recommend using a lot of references as well since they are the best way of learning in my opinion!

And last but not least, go nuts!! Remember that all these rules can be broken, experiments with different types of eyes, and don’t be afraid of going off model, after all we do fan art for ourselves and drawing connected eyes is not a must for drawing sonic art!

I hope you found this little tutorial useful, I had a lot of fun breaking this down, I’ll be very happy to see more fan art of Amy in the future!

#answered ask #amy rose #art tutorial

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christa-tomlinson-romance-author · 1 year

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To the Victor Part 2

A GhostSoap fic pt 2/?

Pre-relationship - Omegaverse - NSFW in later parts - mentions of omega trafficking - Dubcon in later parts

Ghost walked into the unassuming blue glass office building. He hated the vulnerability of being unarmed. But worse, he hated being unmasked. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make in order to rescue one of his own however. Waiting in the lobby behind a desk surrounded by glass that was probably bullet proof, was a man dressed in a low-rent security guard uniform. But Ghost could tell from the man’s hard eyes and tense stance that this was no mere night shift security guard.

When Ghost reached the desk, he recited the code he’d been given.

The guard nodded. His hands hidden from view, he typed on a keypad. A second later, a plastic card slid out from a locked box. The guard passed the card through the slot in the security glass. Ghost picked it up – it was metallic gold with an omega symbol printed on it.

Ghost waited while the guard rattled off another code into his walkie talkie. When he finished, a moment passed, then a panel on the far wall slid to the side, revealing an elevator. The guard nodded toward it. Ghost nodded in return and went over to step inside the elevator. It slid closed with a quiet hiss, but didn’t move until he held the key card up to the reader on the elevator’s controls.

The elevator moved, taking him down down down. It stopped and he stepped out into a short, dim hallway. At the end was a gold door with a blinking card slot next to it. He inserted the key card. The door opened but he didn’t get the key card back.

He went down another hallway. This time he came to a door that had a money slot. $10K flashed in gold on the digital screen. Taking out the money from the pouch, Ghost fed it into the machine. It whirred, the screen flashed the omega sign, and the door whooshed open. There was light at the end of this hall and the sounds of a crowd echoed down to him.

“I’m in,” he said into his watch mic. “No signs of the omegas being held yet.”

“Copy that,” Price responded, quiet but clear.

Ghost went quiet again. As he neared the end of the hallway, the scent of numerous alphas – many of them aroused – stung his nose.

When he exited the hall, he walked into an indoor amphitheater. It was oval shaped, with several rows of seats on one side. The seats were filled with alphas, accounting for the thick stench of alpha pheromones clogging the air. The ground level was a flat, sandy surface. Opposite the seating area was a high, raised stage. A set of wide, shallow steps rose from the sandy pit to the stage.

An alpha in a shiny gold suit stood center stage, holding a microphone. Ghost assumed this was where the omegas were usually displayed before being sold off. Currently on the stage was a big, circular bed. It was draped with satiny, peach sheets and piled with thick pillows in a vile mockery of an omega’s nest. Kneeling in the center of it was Soap.

Ghost choked on a sharp inhale at the sight of him. Soap’s arms were pulled back behind him, knees spread open, ass settled on his heels. Chains at his wrists, thighs, and ankles held him immobile in the suggestive position. A thick gold muzzle covered his mouth so that he couldn’t speak and he was dressed in nothing but the tiniest pair of white shorts. The shorts were so thin they were nearly transparent. The outline of his soft cock and round balls was plainly visible to Ghost and everyone else in the arena. His naturally tan skin had been oiled until it gleamed under the lights and it made the dark hair on his chest and thighs looked soft and inviting.

“What the fuck?” he whispered under his breath.

Never in his wildest dreams – and he had plenty of wild dreams about Soap MacTavish – had he ever imagined seeing Soap like this, oiled and spread, there for the taking. His cock pulsed once. Ghost instantly and ruthlessly shoved the beat of arousal down. He was there to rescue Soap, not ogle him while he was being held against his will.

The bed spun in a slow circle so that the crowd could see him from every angle. Ghost wanted to leap up there to the stage and break Johnny free. No one should see his ome – should see the sergeant like this. But he was vastly outnumbered and the guards stationed throughout the room were all armed. He wouldn’t make it far before they were both gvnned down.

He yanked his gaze away from Soap and got back to the mission. Directly in front of him was an entry booth. A female alpha in a gold vest stood behind it.

“Spectating or buying?” she asked.

“Buying.” He jerked his chin toward the stage. “How much for him?”

“Fifty thousand is the buy-in to claim him.”

Ghost gave an internal sigh of relief. He had more than enough to cover that cost. He pulled out the stated amount and slapped it on the booth’s counter. Impatience boiling under his skin, he waited for her to put the money in an electric cash counter and note something on a clip board. Then she handed him an actual receipt. Ghost shoved the slip of paper in his pants pocket.

He moved past her booth. There were three paths forward. One went to the seating section, a second led to the ground level, and the last went up to the stage where Soap was. Ghost immediately headed for the path that led to Soap. But the entry attendant called out to stop him.

“Woah. Where are you going?”

“To collect my purchase.” He wanted to get Soap and get the fuck out of there.

“You misunderstood. That omega is our special event prize for the night.”

She tapped a sign that he hadn’t even noticed in his haste to save his teammate.

“The fifty thousand is a buy-in. You’ll have to fight the other three alphas who’ve also paid the buy-in fee. Winner of the fight claims the omega.”

That announcement brought Ghost up short. Not because he was worried about fighting. He was confident in his abilities. Arrogantly so. But there were unknown factors at play which made this risky. If he lost, Soap would go to another alpha. But fuck it. He didn’t have any choice if he wanted to free Soap. Which meant that he would not lose.

Ghost looked directly at the attendant. He cracked his knuckles, anticipation for the fight already building in his chest. “When do we start?”

To be continued...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

#ghostsoap #ghostsoap fanfic #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost

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yourlocaltrashpandaa · 1 year

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😈..

Lion-O then started gently kissing each bruise he could see on my trembling body, gliding his tongue over every love bite that decorated my skin~ the softest whimper escaping his throat..

“Azura.. I-I.. I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful.”

His sweet lips ravishing me in the softest way possible, as if he didn’t just absolutely fuck my brains out merely a few moments ago~ I opened my mouth a few times to try and speak.. but letting out a raspy grown as he took the opportunity to lay butterfly kisses across my throat~ after a few more tries I was finally able to use my voice a little bit..

“Lion-O~ don’t.. apologize… so good.. y-you were.. SO Good~ m-my sweet Mate~”

I couldn’t move at all, my body so deliciously sore and tingling from how much he had me cum.. humming In content as he slowly shifted our bodies, so that he now lay down on his back with me resting on his firm chest~ his arms wrapping around me, one hand on my ass the other tangled in my long hair, rubbing a soothing circular motion on my scalp as he started purring, finally feeling satisfied with our first Mating being completed. the sound was soothing, but the feeling of it gently vibrating through his body and down to his still buried dick deep inside me.. I bit my lip.. “D-Darling~” “Yes, My Queen?”

“You, were serious.. right? Having Cubs~ it wasn’t just.. in the moment?”

He paused, gently bringing his hand that was in my hair down to my side.. after a very tense few seconds, he carefully sat up against the cave wall, making sure he wasn’t moving me too much. the change of position still caused a faint moan to pass my lips, my body melting flush against his soft fur and toned muscles. slowly, Lion-O glided one hand up from my hip to gently cup my cheek, assuring it never once left contact with my skin.. his eyes flickered of burning desire, a sly grin playing on his lips, bringing his face down to press his forehead to mine, our noses brushing lightly.. his voice deep and raspy as he all but whispered against my lips~.

“I.. it was, Sudden.. but I meant it Azura. I did say it in the fog of my Mating rut.. but, I DO want cubs.. after seeing how GOOD you are with Kit&Kat, how you care for all the children of the sanctuary? I’ve wanted nothing more but to fuck my cubs in your belly, Breed you so full till you swell~ for so long..”

His words both delighted, and infuriated me.. When he leaned in to kiss me, I pinched his thigh..

“Ow!?” He looked confused and pouted.. but I spoke up before he could open his mouth again.

“ONE, it’s OUR cubs! Make that slip again and I won’t let you cum in me for the next WEEK! TWO, I’ve been trying to get us some alone time for nearly a month! A MONTH I’ve spent waiting on you, we could’ve been Mating this whole time, We could already be pregnant at this point! I’ll give you 30 seconds to explain why exactly you, my MATE, has avoided claiming me to the point of suffering a RUT… time starting NOW.”

He whined at my threat, knowing I would deny him as punishment, looking panicked with big puppy eyes..

“A-At first I was just scared of hurting you during my Mating cycle, so I thought waiting till it was over to officially Claim you would be best.. But it got worse, till it became a Rut, I’d never experienced that before, it genuinely terrified me… I’m sorry, Azura.”

(Ps. This fic will be the first smut I’ve ever posted.. 🫣 also he dose in fact, get thoroughly punished riiiight after this~)

My honest reaction:

I love it! Your Oc; Azura is feisty 👀

Can’t wait to see more 😏🥰

#thundercats #thundercats 2011 #thundercats fandom #thundercats fanfiction #thundercats smut #other people's fic #other people's writing

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kirk-says-wah · 6 months

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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

Pairings: Kirk/Lars, James/Dave, Rob/Jason

TW: alcohol, vomit

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Kirk wakes with a start, his head throbbing in time with his heart as he fumbles in the dark for his phone, shutting off his alarm quickly.

He slumps back against his pillow, slotting his hands between his thighs to try and warm up. It’s desperately cold, but neither he nor James are making enough to heat the whole house. It’s a big house, something Kirk regrets buying at times like this.

He tucks his chin under the duvet, squinting into the dark. He can’t make out much, but there’s light shining out from underneath the door which means James must have come home at some point and left it on.

Kirk sighs, finally reaching back out into the cold to grab his phone. It’s seven in the morning, just like it normally is, but no matter how often he wakes up at the same time, he never seems to be a morning person.

He reaches back out to grab his glasses, planting the circular frames on his nose as he gets a clear look at his phone. Theres no messages or missed calls which he’s thankful for because it means James got home in one piece. He can only assume the younger man was probably drunk off his ass because that’s all he seems to be these days. It’s definitely starting to become a problem, but Kirk doesn’t know how to approach the subject without upsetting him. Theres obviously something wrong, for him to suddenly start drinking so much in so little time, but he can’t seem to figure out what it is.

Maybe he misses his mom; it’s nearing Christmas and James is always touchy when it comes to his family. Kirk knows he misses his own mom, it’s been almost a year since she died and he still can’t seem to shake the grief that lines his stomach every morning, has him swallowing nausea before he can even get out of bed.

Still, something about James is off, but neither of them have been very good at talking about feelings.

Kirk sighs, rotates his ankles to try and get the blood flowing to his toes before he grabs a hoodie, pulling it over his head quickly before the cold can capture him. He pulls the hood up and tosses the duvet aside, his pyjama pants not doing much to stave off the iciness, but he has nothing better, so makes up for it by stuffing his feet into a pair of fluffy slippers, a gift from Jason last Christmas.

He blows out a breath before grabbing his phone and making his way into the freezing house.

James doesn’t seem to be up yet, so Kirk gets the coffee machine going as soon as he reaches the kitchen, knowing full well the only way to get James out of bed when he’s got a hangover is with a coffee.

He waits for the machine to beep, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, and his thoughts drift.

He wonders if Lars got settled in okay, wonders if James gave him a warm welcome. He almost wants to go over there himself, but he knows he won’t. He doesn’t think he’d be able to withstand seeing Lars’s face without crumpling into a heap of despair. Although he never got closure with the way their relationship ended, Kirk thinks Lars probably doesn’t want to see him anyways. He probably doesn’t even think about him.

Lars has had a whole life in the time he was away, touring the world with his band, whilst Kirk’s been stuck going through the same motions, still living in the same house they bought together.

The machine beeps and he’s brought out of his trance, pouring the coffee into two mismatched cups. His eyes linger a little too long on the dark blue mug at the back of the cupboard. Lars’s mug. He’s still not managed to let go of it, and so it continues to haunt him from the freaking kitchen cupboard until one day he man’s up and sorts it out.

Until then, he shuts the door before adding milk to his own coffee. James likes his black, which is easy for Kirk.

He leaves his own mug on the side before venturing back through the house towards James’s room, coffee in hand.

He can already hear James’s snoring from behind the door, and he snickers. He knocks twice, mostly just to be polite because he knows James won’t answer, before turning the door handle and going in.

It’s pitch black, and Kirk stumbles over, what he can only assume are, beer cans strewn across the floor, but manages to plant the cup safely on the bed side table.

James stinks of sweat and booze, and Kirk just thinks it’s a good job he’s nice and is waking him up early so he has enough time to shower before heading to work.

“Hey,” he says, rocking James’s shoulder. James’s snores don’t falter, face pressed against the pillow, drool dribbling down his chin. Kirk just rolls his eyes before pulling out his phone.

He turns his volume up to max before pressing play on his Spotify.

The Trooper by Iron Maiden blares from the speakers and James wakes with a snort, wiping at his mouth before holding his hands over his ears with a groan.

Kirk smiles, pausing the music.

“You’ve got work,” he says, but James just sniffles, moving to hold the pillow over his head.

“Just fucking kill me,” he says, muffled by the fabric, and Kirk just rolls his eyes, grabbing the pillow from James’s sleepy grasp.

“Get up. You fucking reek.”

James scoffs, though his face turns a sickly shade of green, and Kirk steps back out of the splash zone.

“You’ve got work in an hour. I’ve made you a coffee,” Kirk says, gesturing to the bedside cabinet. James just groans, rubbing at his eyes.

“It’s fucking freezing,” he whines, pulling the duvet up to his neck.

“I know,” Kirk replies, because yeah, it’s like 24° outside and there isn’t enough layers to try and warm them up.

James just makes a noise of annoyance, pulling the duvet over his head.

Kirk doesn’t really have the patience nor the time to deal with this. He’s cold and his head hurts and he’s got to be in work in an hour, but he knows full well that James will be risking his job if he doesn’t go in.

“Look,” Kirk starts, dropping the pillow to cross his arms, burying his hands in his armpits, desperately trying to stave off any of the cold. “I’ll give you half an hour then I’ll drive you. I don’t think you’re in any state to drive yourself.”

Blue eyes peek out from under the covers.

“Are you sure?”

“No I’m just saying that to get you out of bed,” he deadpans, which at least gets James to laugh.

Kirk picks the pillow back up off the floor before tossing it at James’s head.

“Thirty minutes, Hetfield.”

And with that, he leaves James to it, going back to his own coffee in the kitchen.

He finishes his cup before getting dressed, pulling a long sleeved shirt on under his Sisters Of Mercy tshirt because it’s too fucking cold to face having his arms out. He grabs his jeans, noticing a new hole has been rubbed into the side of his knee, which he guesses he’ll be fixing when he comes home later.

He slides his glasses off, putting them on the bedside table before putting a pair of lenses in, blinking under the artificial light.

It’s still dark out, it never seems to get light before ten o’clock these days.

He pulls his thick socks on before padding into the bathroom. James is still in the shower, but Kirk isn’t in the mood to stand and wait for him.

James doesn’t seem to mind though when Kirk lets himself into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Thank god for the shower curtain.

When Kirk’s finished he gathers up his stuff before going out to the car, finding it lined with ice, thick along the windshield.

He sighs, reaching into the car to start it up and put the heating on, before he grabs the scraper. His fingers are already red from the cold, and he knows he should really look into getting some gloves.

By the time he’s nearly scraped the whole car, James comes out, looking mostly alive even if he does have a grey tint to him, quickly getting into the car to heat up.

Kirk finishes up before climbing into the drivers seat.

“I’m letting Lars have the futon,” James says.

Kirk blinks, taken aback at the sudden announcement.

“Sorry, what?”

James clears his throat, eyes out the window.

“Lars has only got one bed so I’m letting him have the futon.”

The futon, the same futon James slept on when he’d first moved in. The futon that helped James be there for some of Kirk’s darkest moments. The whole memory of the foldable bed has him grimacing, and he puts the car into gear.

“Okay,” is all he says, mostly because he doesn’t fucking know what else to say. James deciding to give up such a vital part of their shared history makes Kirk a little uncomfortable, especially when it’s going to Lars of all people.

James doesn’t say anything more after that and they drive in silence, the radio drawling lowly in the background Kirk’s only distraction.

— —

Lars wakes to an elbow in the ribs, and he grunts, balancing on his arm to make sure he doesn’t fall straight off the bed.

He sits up slowly, managing to unhook his legs from underneath Dave’s. He’s not sure how that happened, but he knows he would’ve got a lot of shit again if Dave had woken up to them, god forbid, cuddling.

He yawns, wincing at the sharp pain that lances behind his eyeballs before finally getting out of bed.

It’s cold, just enough to wake him up a bit as he pads through the flat, grabbing his phone from the armchair as he shuffles his way to the kitchen.

He rummages through the cupboards in search of a coffee machine but comes up empty, which is really shit because he could really do with a hot drink right now.

Instead, he makes do with a glass of water, glad that he’d already cleaned a few cups yesterday ready for use.

He lets his hips rest against the counter, sipping gingerly on the water, but it seems to just make him colder, and he regrets not picking up a jumper from his suitcase.

At least they have some heating, mostly in the bedroom, but it means he’s not waking with icicles hanging from his nose.

He sniffs at the thought before finally looking at the time on his phone.

It occurs to him a little too late that he had an interview scheduled today for a job at the local supermarket.

He barely remembers making the appointment, but there it is as a reminder on his phone.

It starts at nine. It’s already half eight.

Well, he’s got to get moving otherwise he’s going to be late and he really can’t afford to lose this position.

He downs the rest of his water before finally going back to the bedroom. He gathers some warm clothes and his toothbrush before locking himself in the bathroom.

He’d usually just get changed in the bedroom, he’s had no qualms over changing in front of people before, but he’d really rather not find out what happens when Dave wakes up and he’s still trying to put on his underwear.

He gets changed quickly before slamming some toothpaste onto the end of his brush. He looks at it a moment before continuing.

He’s been buying the same toothbrush for years, mostly out of habit, but it had started as a way to remember whose was whose when he lived with Kirk. His would always be the blue one, much like the one he’s using right now.

Kirk always had red.

He swallows slightly, hand stilling as he realises that what he’s feeling, bundled up tightly in his chest, is longing, something he’s been trying to suppress for too long. He doesn’t let it linger though, and instead dampens it back down into his stomach where it can continue swirl round and round like a washing machine, but he knows he can always blame it on feeling ill.

He spits before swilling his mouth, dropping his toothbrush into the cup on the corner of the sink. Kirk would tell him to buy one of those clip things to go over the head to keep it clean, and sometimes he listens to that memory, but mostly he ignores it.

He doesn’t understand why he’s still pining for someone after all these years, especially as he’s the one that chose to leave. It’s his fault his whole world went down the drain, and no matter how much he regrets that now, he can’t take it back.

He sighs to himself, grumbling that he really needs to get a grip before pulling on his shoes and grabbing his phone, calling an Uber.

It’s already five to nine, and he knows he’s pushing his luck but he really needs this job, so he directs the driver there without hesitation, still knowing the layout of this town like the back of his hand.

He’s dropped off in no time, and as soon as he payed the driver, he takes a deep breath, ignores the pain thrumming in his head, and walks in.

The shop is quite busy, especially for this hour, but he wanders over to the office in the corner, knocking sharply.

There’s some activity from behind the door before he’s called in, and he opens the door, trying to not look as nervous as he feels.

He glances at the clock on the wall opposite. He’s five minutes late. Shit.

The woman behind the desk has sharp glasses and red painted onto her lips, and she glances at him sternly before offering the seat in front of her.

Lars sits down, hands between his thighs to stop them from shaking. God, what’s happened to him? He never used to be nervous about these things, never even batted an eye about socialising.

It’s only been over the last month that all of a sudden his body doesn’t want to comply, too caught up trying to shake him to death as his nerves run haywire.

“You’re late,” the woman says, her voice nasal and shrill.

Lars winces, ducking his head.

“Sorry,” he offers, unsure of what to say, but the woman just tuts.

“Have you got your résumé?”

Lars stills, realising too late that no, he left it at home, can picture it lying in the sleeve of his suitcase.

He shifts uncomfortably.

“No, I left it at home.”

“You forgot it?” she asks, peering over her glasses, and Lars shrinks, nodding, not trusting his voice.

She huffs, scribbling down something.

“Have you got your references?”

Well, no, Lars doesn’t have them either, mostly because he’s never had a proper job before, at least not in the past few years, and so he was hoping his résumé would’ve made up for it.

“No,” he says, his voice coming out small and so unlike himself it startles him a little.

She rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair.

“So, you’ve come here with nothing to offer, and you’re expecting me to give you a job?”

Lars panics, stammering for an answer.

“I’m- I’m a hard worker. I’ll do any shift you want me to. I’ll never call in sick.”

“But you’re unorganised and late,” she interrupts, clucking her tongue. “That’s not something I can let slide.”

“Please,” Lars pleads. “Please I really need the money.”

She looks over him for a moment but ultimately shakes her head.

“That’s not something I can help you with. I don’t think you’re right for this job.”

His hands ball into fists as his chest tightens and he stands, excusing himself before he can make a fool out of himself.

He tries to take deep breaths as he makes his way out of the shop before finally sucking in a whole heap of fresh air as he steps out.

It may have been cold this morning, but now he feels hot all over, stifled under the thick layers he’d pulled on, and he shirks his jacket off, goosebumps rising over the skin of his arms as they’re revealed to the frigid air.

Nothing seems to be going his way right now, and he feels a bit out of his depth, standing in a town he thought he’d left for good all those years ago.

His teeth are chattering and he kicks at the floor, frustration tied to his anxiety like a led balloon, pulling him down with every breath.

He wonders what the trigger was, for him to go from rising rockstar that can’t get enough of the limelight to someone who freaks out at the idea of someone talking to him. His thoughts drift to his parents, specifically the night he left, their screaming still too loud in his head. He guesses that could’ve been the klaxon his anxiety had been waiting for, something so cruel it’s used the opportunity to dunk him back into his own worse nightmare, something he’s built for himself over too many years.

He’s alone. He doesn’t have his parents. He doesn’t have his home. He only has two friends. And, the one that hurts the most, he doesn’t have Kirk.

He evens out his breathing before finally walking away from the supermarket, fishing his phone out of his pocket.

Theres no messages which means Dave’s probably still not up. He sighs, opening his banking app, glancing at the dwindling numbers.

He’s got two thousand in his savings, but it’s not even that much when rent is $1,200 a month, and if he doesn’t get a job he’s not going to be able to pay for more than a month.

And first rent is due in three days.

He grumbles, locking his phone a little too forcefully before crossing the street.

— —

Kirk’s still shivering slightly when he pulls into the parking lot.

Theres a dull mist rolling in front of the car, the headlights disrupting the ambient fog as he turns the engine off, head thumping against the headrest.

He quickly sends a text to Jason that he’s going to be late opening the shop before getting out, pulling his jacket tighter around him.

It’s not often that he comes here, especially in the last few months, but he feels oddly like he needs it, maybe just to reassure himself.

The cemetery is quiet, the screeching of birds the only sound for miles as he wanders the path, stopping after a few minutes to find the grave he’s after.

He finds his mom where he always does, at the end of the row with his flowers from last time now wilting over her grave.

He’s not got any flowers with him now, the visit too spontaneous, but he can’t help the guilt that piles up and has him swallowing thickly.

“Hey mom,” he says, reaching out to stroke over the head of the grave, sniffing.

He notices a fresh bunch of roses, his mom’s favourite, lying next to his old ones and he frowns, bends down a little to look at them.

Theres no card to see who they’re from, but he knows there’s not many people that would give his mom flowers.

Most of his family don’t live around here, his siblings all have moved out of state, so it’s usually up to him to oversee the grave.

The conclusion he comes up with is that it has to be James. It’s not the first time he’s laid down flowers for Kirk’s mom, in fact he does that more often than for his own mom.

Kirk knows James still resents her slightly, knows that James’s still blames her for dying when she could’ve been helped. Kirk didn’t know her for very long before she died, but she’d seemed sweet, and he guesses James still hasn’t forgiven her.

He sighs, thumbing over a petal, dew collecting on his fingers before he stands back up.

“Lars is back,” he says quietly, tucking his hands into his pockets. “He’s back and he’s around.”

His chest feels tight as he speaks, tongue thick in his mouth, and his breathing stutters.

He can practically hear his mom yelling at him for not making sure Lars is okay, that he got home safe, but he can also hear her telling him to stay away. She was there when Lars left, helped James pick up the pieces whilst all Kirk could do was lay in bed, wishing for a life that will never be his own.

He remembers her hugging him, how he’d cried against her neck, and she’d shushed him softly.

The memory springs tears to his eyes, and he blinks, letting a tear slide down his cheek. He wants his mom. He wants her to tell him what to do. She was always a fan of Lars, she’d even been the one to encourage him when he’d brought up proposing, and he’d give anything to have her back now.

He tries to swallow but it comes out as a wet cough, and he pushes his hands further into his pockets.

“Lars is back, mom,” he says, a sob finally ripping from his throat. “Lars is back and I don’t know what to do.”

He waits for a reply even though he knows he won’t hear one. It’s times like these when he’s reminded how lonely he feels. He bobs his head, his palm coming up to brush away the tears.

He clears his throat, rubbing at his eyes roughly, wrists come back damp.

“What am I supposed to do?” he murmurs, hiccuping, glancing down at the little portrait of his mom on the headstone. She’s smiling back at him, the kind of smile she’d always give him when he’d come to visit, the same smile she’d encouraged him with when he’d gotten down on one knee.

He pinches his nose, squeezing his eyes shut, tears spilling freely now. The grave blurs in his vision, and his hand draws down, fisted at his side.

“What am I supposed to do, huh?” he asks, voice cracking, raising his fist to violently wipe at his nose.

He doesn’t expect an answer.

He doesn’t get one.

— —

Lars’ head hurts. Like really hurts.

After managing to recover from whatever the fuck happened earlier, he’d spent the next few hours walking the neighbourhood. Maybe a part of him wanted to bump into Kirk. It’s probably wise that he doesn’t though, he doesn’t think he can deal with another heart attack today, so had avoided the street his old house is on just in case.

He’d gotten a text from Dave at some point to let him know that he’s left for an interview, but Lars doesn’t know how long ago that was because he stopped acknowledging the clock as soon as the pain behind his eyes became more than a dull ache.

So, now he’s in the middle of a park, his head throbbing in time with his heart, and he’s trying real hard not to pass out.

The pain is sweltering, thrumming hard, the pressure in his forehead feeling like something trying to force its way out. It’s worse if he leans over, like his brain might dribble out his eyes, his nose, ears. He stumbles over his own feet, curses, manages to slump onto a bench with too much effort.

He scrunches his eyes closed, pressing the butt of his wrist against his temple, massaging gingerly as a particularly large bout of pain lances through him.

He takes a shaky breath as a wave of nausea encompasses him, squeezing his stomach into knots. He really doesn’t want to throw up here. Not in public.

What he needs to do is get home.

He knows it’s only about a five minute walk from the park, but just the idea of getting back on his feet has him recoiling back into the metal of the bench.

There’s no one to call, everyone’s at work, and Dave isn’t going to skip an interview to come and peel him off the pavement.

Lars sucks in a breath through his nose, blowing it out through his mouth, trying to regain some sort of semblance of normality so he can get up and walk home.

After a moment, he digs his fingers into his knees and stands, wobbles slightly, gripping onto the arm of the bench for support. God, he just wants to go home.

With one last final breath, he pushes off of the bench and slowly walks back towards the flat, wincing every now and then when the pain slices its way through his brain.

The back of his throat burns but he has to swallow it down, he knows this town’s small, and he knows full well if someone catches him throwing up in a trash can it’ll go around the community, most likely back to James, who will then most likely tell Kirk.

And that’s the last thing he wants.

Maybe having no breakfast wasn’t the best idea, because he feels like a part of the nausea is because he’s hungry. His blood sugar’s probably low, which explains why his head is making sure to give him pain in double time, but the aroma of a local restaurant already makes his belly roil, the smell of bacon and egg churning sickly in his mouth.

He covers his mouth for a moment, fear making him hiccup and a mantra of don’t throw up don’t throw up don’t fucking throw up enters his head.

As soon as he’s sure he’s not going to be blowing chunks onto the sidewalk, he continues his way back home, breathing shallowly as he all but runs, the sweat sliding off him in heavy patches, his clothes clinging to him disgustingly.

Finally, he reaches the flat, and by the time he’s climbed the stairs, he’s dragging his feet, feeling out for the cool of the metal banister.

He fumbles for his keys, unlocking the door hastily, before finally closing it with a sigh, jimmying the handle a little when it decides that it doesn’t want to close properly.

He exhales, head hitting the door, and he pries his shoes off slowly, standing on the backs of them so that he doesn’t have to undo the laces.

In the process, he drops his keys, the metal hitting the floorboards with a clank, and he bends down to get them only to regret it instantly.

He scrambles to the bathroom, only has a few moments before all the bile he’d been keeping down finally makes an appearance, and he throws up into the toilet bowl. It’s acrid and it stings, but he throws up over and over, the pressure in his head mounting until he sags forwards, nothing more to give, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the toilet bowl.

He slumps back against the sink, wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand as he pants, closing his eyes as the sun from the window momentarily blinds him.

He really needs some painkillers otherwise he fears he might just explode.

When he’s sure he’s not going to be sick again, he flushes the toilet, not even bothering to wash his hands as he makes his way into the bedroom before pulling the suitcase towards him.

He rummages for a moment before finally pulling out some paracetamol and ibuprofen. It’s the best he’s got right now, and he misses his mom’s co-codomal he’d been snagging over the past few months. He doesn’t have that now, doesn’t even have a mom to steal from, and that notion alone gets his stomach churning again, and he burps, pressing his wrist into his mouth like a dam.

He breathes through it until he can get back onto his feet, using the wall for support as he makes his way to the kitchen. The glass he used this morning is still sat there half full, and he picks it up, not even bothering to refill it as he pops the pills into his hand before stuffing them into his mouth, swallowing them down with the water, hoping it that it’ll at least take the edge off.

He downs the rest of the drink before placing the glass on the side, noticing a used mug is sat by the sink.

He peeks in to see the remnants of coffee and he frowns because didn’t he already look for a coffee machine?

He looks around the small kitchen but doesn’t see one, and he wonders how Dave managed to make some.

Speaking of Dave, he pulls his phone out and opens his messages, pulling down the brightness so that he doesn’t have to squint so much. He punches out a message before sending it.

Lars: how did your interview go?

He shuts his phone off then, closing his eyes as he leans back against the counter as he swallows thickly.

It’s only a few moments later when his phone starts buzzing, and he holds it up to see Dave calling.

Lars rolls his eyes, pressing answer as he holds it up to his ear, though far away enough that if Dave starts screaming he won’t get the brunt of it in his ears.

“This is shit,” Dave says, the sound of busy traffic behind him making it clear that he must be heading home.

“Did you not get the job?” Lars asks, rubbing at his forehead.

Dave scoffs, the sound of traffic lights beeping in the background.

“Of course I got the job.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Lars asks, confused, holding the phone now between his shoulder and his ear as he fills his glass back up.

“$7 an hour is my fucking problem,” comes Dave grumbling answer.

“Is that even legal?” Lars says, because he’s sure minimum wage is more than that, and from the sounds of Dave’s complaining, he thinks so too.

“I’m not even going to be able to cover my half of the rent at this rate,” Dave sighs.

“Don’t worry. Me neither,” Lars replies, exasperated.

“You didn’t get the job?”

“I was late.”

“Oh,” Dave says, going silent for a moment. “I’m sure you’ll find something else.”

Lars sips at his water and knows Dave’s probably right. He can’t let one bad interview get the better of him. Especially when it’s Dave that’s reassuring him.

“Are you coming home?”

“Probably,” Dave says, which means not right now. Lars exhales, taking another gulp of his water.

“Maybe you should go and see if there’s anything else available.”

Lars nods quietly, though he knows he can’t go back out. At least not until his brain stops trying to commit suicide in his skull.

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.”

“See ya fucker.”

— —

By the time Kirk gets to the shop, it’s already half eleven, and he can already hear the rollicking he’s going to get from Jason for opening late, especially when they’ve been struggling lately.

As he turns the sign to open, he catches a glance of himself in the window.

His face is swollen, eyes bloodshot and puffy. He looks like he’s been dragged through hell backwards, hair all frizzy, stuck to his forehead.

He sighs, because there’s nothing he can really do about it. The sobs had halted over half an hour ago, but the weight still lingers heavy in his chest.

He’s glad that the streets seem to be quiet, the cold chill of December keeping people from leaving their house.

He doesn’t know if he can put up with people today.

He adjusts a few shelves before walking to the back room, finding some sheets Jason must have faxed over.

As he reads them, it’s like a punch in the gut.

They didn’t even break even last month. Jason’s personal money had to cover some of the rent and stock because they hardly sold anything.

Guilt lines Kirk’s stomach, and nausea has him swallowing wetly as he looks on at the declining numbers.

He really needs to think of a way for them to sell more, otherwise they’re gonna end up closing, and he doesn’t want that. This shop has been his dream since he was a kid, would always daydream of it when he and Lars used to think up a dream future. A future that always included the two of them.

Well, Kirk will accept having this at the very least, even if it is hard. Some days he doesn’t even want to go to work, not when sometimes they don’t even have any customers come in.

The sound of the bell on the door jingling catches his attention, and he drops the paper back in the fax machine before peering around the corner.

It’s a customer, one of their regulars, browsing the metal section like he always does. He’s a tall guy with a goatee, always walks around with a coat that brushes his ankles and looks like a Rob Halford rip off.

Kirk smiles to himself knowing that at least he’ll sell something today, even if it is only one record. It’s still something.

— —

When Kirk gets home, he expects a phone call any minute from James to pick him up, so he decides to keep his shoes on, unlocking the door quietly, pushing the heavy wood forwards before shrugging his coat off in the hall.

He’s still cold, but the house is warmer than it was outside. He hangs his coat up on the rack before venturing into the living room, only to find James, still dressed in his work clothes, sulking on the couch.

“How did you get home?” Kirk asks, frowning. It comes out a little more accusatory than he wanted. James looks at him from over his coffee, eyes narrowed.

“Cliff gave me a lift home.”

His tone is clipped, short; he’s obviously in a mood, and Kirk would usually be understanding but he’s had a hard day and doesn’t want to deal with some petty bullshit. Because that’s probably what this is, James only stews in visible anger if it’s something surface level.

Kirk sighs, swats at James’s legs on the sofa before sitting down next to him.

“What crawled up your ass and died?”

James scoffs, pulling his legs to his chest, resting his coffee cup on his knee.

“Why would you think that?” James asks, voice low. He’s obviously only just got back from work because he’s still got grease on his cheeks and in his hair, the cap on his head all stained, pulled just above his eyebrows.

“Because you’re sulking,” Kirk says, exasperated. “Why are you sulking?”

“Because,” James grunts, turning to put his cup on the table next to him. “Cliff told me, in his words, ‘clean your act up or you’ll be biting the dust’.”

“He threatened to fire you?” Kirk prods, leaning down to unlace his sneakers.

“Yup,” James says, lifting his cap to scratch at his head. “I don’t know what he means by ‘cleaning up my act’-“

“It means stop going to work drunk, James,” Kirk interrupts, sitting back. “Or with a hangover.”

They’re creeping into territory Kirk usually runs away from, one where they have to face their problems. He’s obviously pushing James, because James makes an indignant noise, pulling his cap back down.

“I don’t need you jumping on my case too,” he says, crossing his arms.

Kirk thinks that probably Cliff’s got a point, asking James to get sober, but he knows that will be hard, especially with the way James has been hitting the bottle lately.

It also means giving James a reality check which Kirk knows full well he doesn’t want to hear.

Kirk doesn’t reply, doesn’t apologise, and instead goes back to unlacing his shoes.

“Keep those on,” James grumbles, and Kirk turns his head, squinting.

“What? Why?”

“Because we’re going out.”

James nods, pushing on the arm of the chair to stand up, stretching a little with his arms over his head.

“Are we going to Rob’s?”

James exhales, looking down at Kirk, taking a minute to reply.

“We’re gonna drop the futon off at Dave’s house.”

Kirk blinks, lets his laces drop from his hands.

“Sorry what? You mean Lars’s house?” Kirk corrects, imputation lacing his words. He can’t go to Lars’s house, he can’t see Lars. He can’t believe James is even asking him.

“Lars isn’t there,” James shoots back, rolling up the sleeves of his boiler suit.

“How do you know?”

“Because Dave told me.”

Kirk cocks his head, realisation dawning on him.

“You’ve got Dave’s number, haven’t you?” he asks, crossing his arms, raising his eyebrow.

A high blush rises on James’s cheeks.

“It’s not like that,” he dismisses, turning away before Kirk can catch the embarrassment on his face.

“I’m gonna wash up then we can get going,” he says, before disappearing into the bathroom.

Kirk guesses he has no other choice, and he can’t expect James to move the futon by himself. He may as well be useful.

As soon as James is ready, they lift the futon out the house before depositing it in James’s truck.

“Why are we giving them this again?” Kirk asks breathlessly, lowering the futon across the back seats.

“Because they’ve only got one bed,” James clarifies, shutting the door.

“And they can’t get their own bed, why?”

“Will you just shut up and get in,” James spits, getting into the drivers seat.

Kirk really doesn’t want to go, he knows he could probably make up an excuse. But at the same time, he’s starting to wonder what this Dave is like.

He sighs, pulling his coat around him tighter before sliding into the passenger seat.

The ride over to Lars’s flat is quiet, apart from the radio playing the top hits of the 80s, and Kirk keeps silent when James starts to hum along to Madonna. He just smirks to himself, resting his elbow on the window pane as they drive through town.

It seems Lars and Dave don’t live that far away, because before they know it, James is backing up his truck to the front door.

“I’ll re-park the truck once we’ve carried it in,” he says, putting the truck into park before getting out.

Kirk swallows, unbuckling his belt before following James up to the front door.

James presses the buzzer.

“It’s James,” he calls, and the door unlocks.

James smiles, triumphant, before unlocking the trunk of the car.

“Right, you grab that end and I’ll go in backwards,” James says before they’re lifting the futon into the building.

“How many flights up is it?” Kirk asks, straining under the weight.

“Two,” James says, as they start to ascend the steps.

By the time they’re at the top, Kirk is hardly carrying it anymore, most of the weight now pushed onto James, and he should probably feel bad about it by the way James keeps grunting and swearing.

James knocks on the door, out of breath, before the door opens to reveal the same guy Kirk recognises from the back of Lars’s album cover.

“Hey,” Dave says, smiling at James, opening the door wider.

“Here it is,” James says, gesturing to the futon before picking it back up.

Kirk does the same, and they carry it into the front room.

Obviously Dave wasn’t expecting him, because he shoots Kirk a scrutinising glance.

As soon as the futon is placed down, James announces he’s going to move the truck before leaving Kirk alone with someone he’s never met before.

Nervousness takes over Kirk, and he offers a small smile.

Dave’s eyes narrow before he steps forwards.

“I’m Dave,” Dave says, holding out a hand.

Kirk swallows, cursing himself for being so damn nervous when he meets new people. It’s never been a problem, he’s never had to go out of his comfort zone and befriend anyone outside his inner circle. At least not in at least a decade.

He takes Dave’s hand in a shaky grip, shaking it once.

“I’m Kirk,” he says, watching a smirk tighten Dave’s lips before his hand is dropped.

“I know who you are,” Dave comments, crossing his arms. He looks a little intimidating, and if James wasn’t there to back his corner Kirk would most likely be legging it home by now.

But Dave’s words swirl around his head, and he can’t help but think maybe it’s because Lars speaks about him. Maybe after all this time, Lars still told Dave about him.

But then again, James probably spoke about him too. He really shouldn’t get his hopes up.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Dave asks, gesturing towards the futon. Kirk’s not sure whether he’s asking if it’s okay that he’s having it or if it’s actually okay to sleep on. The futon has definitely seen better days, what with the fraying edges and loose leg on the left side, but it’s still decent enough. Kirk wonders how Dave has the balls to just ask something like that.

Instead of answering, Kirk averts his gaze from the redhead, looking around the small flat.

There’s dark patches and stains on the ceiling that he knows is probably from a leak that had happened there at some point.

There’s a grotty looking sofa and chair in a pale blue colour and a tv that looks old enough to have antenna sticking out of it.

“It’s a nice place you got here,” Kirk says, trying to spark some friendly conversation until James gets back. Seriously, how long does it take to park a car?

“No it’s not,” Dave replies, idly touching the foam of the futon with his finger. He’s not facing Kirk anymore, and Kirk lets his guard down a little. He tries to shake the nerves away, rolling his shoulders, but it just makes him very aware of just how socially awkward he actually is.

“So errr.. where’s Lars?”

The words are out of his mouth before he can even stop it, and Dave peeks at him over his shoulder, eyes narrowed.

“Out. Looking for a job.”

Dave’s tone is clipped and slightly hostile, and it makes Kirk recoil slightly. He wonders what Dave must think of him, barging his way back into Lars’s world.

It’s just not his fault. It was James’s idea to come along and help, and it’s not like Lars is here anyways. He’s just finding himself being dragged into Lars’s life without meaning too, all because of some fucking futon.

And besides, Lars is looking for a job? Well, that’s… different. Kirk doesn’t remember Lars having a job in his life except for the short stint he did at the dry cleaners in his teens.

Kirk thinks that if the record shop was doing better, he’d be able to hire Lars. But at the same time, he kinda thinks that’s not the best idea anyways. He still doesn’t know if he’ll even be able to face Lars ever again.

Before anything more can be said, the door knob jiggles before James steps in, closing the door behind him with his foot, cocking his head at the frightened look on Kirk’s face.

Jesus, he really needs to get a grip.

“Everything alright?” James asks, casually dipping past Dave to snag some beers from the case by the couch.

Dave scoffs, taking a beer off of James, twisting the cap open before throwing it on the floor. Kirk watches it bounce into the corner where there’s already a heap starting to pile up.

“Peachy,” Dave says, flopping down on the couch.

James frowns, flicking his eyes over to Kirk, but Kirk just shrugs, not really sure if he’s even done anything wrong.

James doesn’t seem to think so anyways, because he slumps down next to Dave, the two of them maybe a little too close for only having met twice.

Still, that leaves Kirk just standing there like an idiot so he seats himself in the armchair in the corner, sipping on the beer James had handed him.

Dave and James start to chatter amongst themselves, and Kirk tries to join in, he does, but all he can think about is that he’s at Lars’s place. Lars’s place. His ex lover who he’s not seen in three years. His ex lover who he still loves.

He nearly chokes on his drink at that thought, because no, he does not still love Lars. He doesn’t. No way.

He chugs half his drink down in one, eyes settling back on James and Dave.

They’re sitting abnormally close now, James sat sideways so that his knee presses up against Dave’s thigh, their faces close. Kirk watches intently as Dave’s hand goes to James’s knee, squeezing it gently.

James doesn’t even bat an eye at the gentle affection, and Kirk’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when he realises Dave is coming on to James, and James seems to be going along with it.

Kirk coughs, the beer stinging the back of his throat, and their heads whip around to face him.

“Sorry,” Kirk mumbles, taking another gulp of his beer to drown away the embarrassment. Dave just stares at him for a moment, eyes squinting, and it just makes Kirk feel incredibly small, like a butterfly with its wings pinned. He gets the very distinct feeling that Dave doesn’t like him, and he doesn’t know why.

Before he can think too much on it, James clears his throat awkwardly.

“Do you have your guitar with you?” he asks Dave softly, flicking his eyes over to Kirk briefly, obviously sensing the tension in the room.

Dave blinks before looking back at him, his frown replaced with a small smile.

“Yeah, let me go get it.”

He squeezes James’s knee one more time before getting up, disappearing into the bedroom.

James turns to Kirk, frown evident.

“What’s up with you?”

Kirk blanches, because how did James expect him to come here and be fine?

So instead Kirk goes for the easy bait.

“He was coming onto you.”

James scoffs, shaking his head.

“You need to get your eyes checked.”

Kirk just rolls his eyes, deciding to leave it, especially when Dave comes back in, guitar in hand.

It’s a BC Rich guitar, a wicked shape in a glossy black, and it makes Kirk slightly envious, his Flying V looking old and weary in comparison.

Dave smirks as he hands it to James who makes a shocked noise, taking it into his hands like it’s made of something precious.

“Woah, dude,” James says, smoothing a hand over the strings. “This is so fucking cool.”

“I know,” Dave says, taking his seat next to James. “You can play it if you want.”

James immediately lights up like a kid on Christmas, and Kirk laughs, watching as Dave hands James a pick.

James shreds through a few notes before playing the opening notes of Painkiller by Judas Priest, his fingers quick and precise across the fretboard.

“Fuck, man,” Dave exclaims when James is done. “You would’ve been great in a band.”

James shrugs, a blush shading across his cheekbones.

“Me and Kirk have a band. We just don’t play very often. And I don’t play guitar.”

“Well what do you play?” Dave asks, looking genuinely interested.

“Drums,” James replies with a little shrug.

It’s true, Kirk and James do have a band together but it’s like… not on the same level as Dave and Lars’s. They just do it for fun, they’re not being serious about it. They have like two gigs a month.

Dave smiles widely, clapping James on the shoulder.

“Jack of all trades, aren’t you?”

James ducks his head, and Kirk can see his face go red. Well, there’s definitely something going on between them.

Before any of them can say another word, the sound of the front door unlocking gets their attention, and Kirk can immediately feel his whole world plummet from under his feet.

He holds his breath as the door opens, time slowing down as lightning crackles through his veins, and in steps Lars, looking a bit flustered.

Kirk can’t breathe, can’t hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears. Lars looks mostly the same as he did when he last saw him, except his hairs a bit longer and he’s got a thicker fringe. He looks just as beautiful as he did all those years ago, his nose and cheeks red from the cold, a long scarf wrapped around his neck.

Lars sees James first, but must sense impending doom as his gaze immediately travels across the room before finally, his eyes meet Kirk’s.

Kirk can only stare back, lightheaded, white knuckling the beer bottle in his grasp as Lars looks at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

Lars goes to speak but Kirk cuts him off, standing abruptly, putting his beer on the floor as he trembles.

“I was just leaving,” he stammers, ignoring James who stands in response.

Lars just looks at him with a foreign expression, but all Kirk can feel is shame and abandonment. Just looking at Lars’s face brings back a flood of memories and feelings he thought he’d kept locked away, and he has to go. He has to get out. Lars takes a moment before finally stepping away from the door and Kirk practically runs past him, letting himself out without another word.

As soon as the door closes, it’s like the dam breaks, and he hiccups, wiping at his eyes as tears threaten to spill. He can’t do this, he was just getting his life back on track. He can’t let Lars walk back in and take it all away again.

The door opens and Kirk jumps, only to see it’s James peering down at him, concern marring his face.

James shuts the door before speaking, quiet enough that the others can’t hear.

“Are you okay?” he asks, but Kirk just shakes his head, his whole body quivering as his cheeks streak wetly.

“I’m going home,” he says, breathless.

“Do you want me to drive you?”

Kirk sniffs, bundling his emotions up into a thick wad in his chest, just enough so that he can speak without fear of drowning in his own tears.

“No, it’s fine,” he manages, because yeah, it’s only about a fifteen minute walk home, and it’s still mostly light out.

“I don’t mind,” James says, and he means it, Kirk can tell he means it. He knows full well James will drop everything for him if he asked, but he saw the way he was with Dave, and he doesn’t want to mess that up for him.

“I’ll see you at home, okay?” Kirk says, giving a slightly pained smile.

James doesn’t say something for a minute before roughly bringing Kirk into a hug.

Kirk really has to fight the tears as he hugs James back, burying his face in his neck. Neither of them have ever been good with feelings, but James has always seemed to know how to make him feel better. Or at least, feel not as alone.

“You ring me, got it? You ring me and I’ll come home.”

Kirk nods against James shoulder, trying desperately hard not to wipe snot against his tshirt.

“I’ll be okay,” he tries to reassure him when he pulls away, but James has gotten that worried expression on his face that he always gets when he fears Kirk going to fly off the rails.

But Kirk’s got this. He thinks he’s got this.

He gives James one last smile before turning to walk down the stairs until James’s face is out of view.

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✨ Astral Lovers ✨

Chapter 20

Lily POV

It's almost time to go.

Steve helped me pack the last few things in the suitcase and now we're getting dressed after giving in to passion for a moment.

We look at each other smiling.

Once dressed Steve approaches me taking my face in his hands.

"I love you" he whispers to me and then gives me a sweet kiss.

He kisses my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose.

He leaves dozens of little kisses all over my face.

I giggle amused.

For a moment everything seems perfect.

I am in the arms of the man I love, happy and sexually satisfied as he continues to tickle me with his lips making me laugh heartily.

But it all gets blown away in an instant.

In the time of the blink of an eye, our bubble of joy where we are locked up bursts.

So violently to drag me into reality leaving me stunned.

Pop!

A wave of nausea overwhelms me.

I feel my heart speed up and my head spin.

I rest my head on Steve's big chest and hope he doesn't notice.

He is so happy now.

He is stroking my back with his gentle and caring hands.

I try to breathe deeply with my mouth to prevent any scent in the air from completely triggering my nausea.

Breath in and breath out.

It seems to work.

The heart slows down its race.

A light knock draws our attention.

Steve lets me go not before kissing me again and pinching my ass.

I gasp hitting his harm.

"Steve!" I laugh amused as he goes to the door winking at me.

Once the door is opened Bucky and Natasha enter the room.

"Hey, love" Natasha smiles at me softly, holding me in her arms.

I reciprocate the hug but unfortunately the sweet scent of her, which I have always found wonderful, now hits me like a punch in the stomach.

I continue to hug her stopping breathing through my nose and taking a couple of deep breaths with my mouth.

"I go to the kitchen to get a bottle of water.I'll be right back” says Steve.

I don't know which gods to thank for this lifeline.

So as soon as Steve walks out the door I push Nat away and run to the bathroom.

Everything happens quickly, I only have time to register the surprised expression on my friend's face.

She surely must be wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

I bend over on my knees in front of the toilet and get my stomach off.

I throw up for a few seconds without stopping, unable to catch my breath.

I can't breathe and my eyes water as I am shattered by the retching.

With my hands I collect my hair, moving it away from my face.

Suddenly a cold and gentle hand begins to caress my back in small circular motions.

Crouched next to me is Bucky.

I turn my eyes in his direction for a moment but another violent gag shakes me, forcing me to turn my attention back to the toilet in front of me.

"Everything is fine.Soon it will be over"

I nod wearily at the words of the former Winter Soldier.

In the room, the only noise present is the disgusting sound of my retching.

Then Bucky's voice sounds light and calm in the air.

"She's pregnant"

I close my eyes squeezing them tightly.

Obviously Bucky is answering to his girlfriend silent question.

I can't hide it from her, not now that she has witnessed this scene.

From the lips of the redhead comes a sob of surprise.

When my stomach seems to have subsided I look up in front of me.

Natasha is watching me, her hands in front of her mouth as if she is trying to contain the surprise.

Her eyes, green like emeralds, are shiny and wide with surprise.

Does she seem…excited?

I feel devoured by shame.

"I'm sorry, Nat" I whimper sliding down until my ass meets the cold floor tiles, "I'm sorry.I didn't want to cut you off again.I'm sorry I made Bucky lie to you again.I'm sorry” I burst into tears, covering my face with my hands.

"I'm a very bad friend.You have every right to hate me” my words are distorted by the tears and my hands pressing on my face.

Bucky's hand continues to leave light caresses on my back trying to calm me down.

Suddenly two more hands close delicately around my wrists, pulling so I can free my face from the grip of my hands.

Nat's face is right in front of mine.

Her eyes, shining and veiled with tears observe me, only for a moment they move on her boyfriend, and then immediately return to my person.

"I found it out yesterday, in the morning.Bucky helped me and I'm sorry I forced him to cover up my lies"

"It's okay, Lily" she smiles sweetly at me.

She lets go my hands and rest hers on my belly.

“I'll have a nephew” she murmurs.

Her eyes seek out Bucky's.

"We will have a nephew" she repeats, looking into his eyes and smiling.

I know what's on in her mind.

How she wished she could have given Bucky a child.

Some time ago she confided to me, she confessed to me that it was not easy for her to accept that she had been deprived of the possibility of becoming a mother.

But now there is this child.

This child who will receive more love than any other person in the world.

This baby will be the hope of many of us.

I draw Nat into my arms, holding her tightly.

Now that my stomach is free, I feel like I can tolerate her scent a little more.

Then I immediately realize that Steve could return at any moment.

I get up quickly and get dizzy.

Bucky's hands grab me before I can fall.

"Take it easy" he chuckles but as soon as he sees my expression full of panic he immediately turns serious.

"What happens?" he asks me as he lets me go and holds out his hand to Nat to help her lift.

"Steve will be back any moment.Come back or he might get suspicious if he finds us all in here” I tell Bucky pushing him out of the bathroom.

I go to the sink and quickly brush my teeth and rinse my face.

Nat continues to watch me in silence.

"Didn't you tell Steve?"

She looks incredulous.

I ignore her question as I continue to brush my teeth.

“But you will tell him right?In a few minutes you will go away, you don't have much time left to do it”

What should I answer her?

I continue undeterred in my silence.

“Lily!You can't keep it from him"

"You heard what he said last night, right?Steve isn't ready for this baby” I spit through my teeth.

“And what would you like to do, huh?Do you want to escape?Oh my God…is that what you are about to do?Will you use the excuse of your Guardian training to disappear forever?" Natasha accuses me.

She towers behind me, watching me through the mirror and her eyes are filled with anger.

I turn incredulously to my best friend.

"What?Do you really think I can do such a thing?"

“I don't know, Lily.I honestly don't know” she replies, letting her arms fall along her body.

Her gaze is now disoriented.

I approach her grabbing her hands.

“I could never do such a thing, Nat.Never.You know I could never leave you, you are my family and I love you.And I love Steve more than my own life.I could never deny a father to my baby.You hurt me if you think I'm such a person"

"Sorry, I didn't have to say those things.I've been mean.I'm sorry” Natasha apologizes.

Her shiny eyes are the mirror of mine.

"I'm so scared" I whispered in a low voice.

“Is that why you don't want to tell him?Or because for what he said last night?That doesn't he feel ready?" she asks me softly.

“I can't force him.You heard him yourself.He doesn't feel ready, it's not the time for him"

I interrupt myself when I hear Steve's voice from the other side of the door.

“As soon as I leave, ask Bucky to tell you everything.I explained to him why I can't tell him now.And please...please don't say anything to Steve.I'll do it, I just need more time”

Natasha nods and hugs me.

A hug that is worth a thousand words.

"Ok.Let's go” I sigh grabbing my friend by the hand and leaving the bathroom together.

Steve and Bucky are chatting but as soon as Steve sees me come out of the bathroom he gives me a smile that breaks my heart.

Bucky looks at me sideways, he wants to make sure I'm okay so in response I dedicate a slight smile to him.

“Are you all right, girls?Have you cried?" Steve asks us.

“What do you think, Rogers?My best friend will be gone for two months leaving me alone with you two.I have every right to cry" she exclaims pretending to be frightened by the idea.

We all burst out laughing.

The phone in my trouser pocket rings and I grab it.

It's a message from my father.

I read it and a sad sigh escapes my lips.

"What's going on, honey?" Steve asks me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"It's my father.He'll be here in ten minutes”

I detach myself from my boyfriend's body and approach my two best friends.

I hold them in a group hug.

"I will miss you.You too, Buck.Even if you are annoying I will miss you” I murmur with a smile even though my cheeks are lined with big tears.

"I'll miss you too, witch" he replies.

"Take care of yourself" Nat tells me, pulling away from me and looking into my eyes.

In her eyes there are the rest of the words that she cannot tell me now.

“I will do it, Nat”

"Now we leave you alone" Bucky whispers, holding me in a last hug.

I will take care of my baby.

"See you soon" the redhead reassures me before leaving the room.

I just tremble.

Everything is becoming real.

I'll be leaving this place in a few minutes.

I turn slowly, Steve is in front of the large window and he looking at me sadly.

Then he spreads his arms and I run to meet him throwing myself between his strong arms.

I fasten my hands behind his neck and draw him to me kissing him passionately.

The warmth of his body soothes me, his hands move all over my body and eventually land on my face.

Steve returns the kiss putting so much fury in it that I feel dizzy.

He kisses me as if he wanted to imprint his mark on my memory and in my skin.

As if to remind myself who I belong to.

As if I could ever forget it.

As if this baby that growing in me wasn't already a sufficient reminder.

Suddenly I feel the urge to tell him.

I want him to know.

I want him to hold me in his arms and tell me that everything will be for the best.

That I, him and the baby will live a wonderful life full of love.

I detach myself from his lips.

His big eyes, clear and limpid like a summer sky, observe me veiled with tears.

"Steve..." I whisper as warm tears escape undeterred from my eyes.

I bite my tongue until I taste my own blood.

I can't.

I can't tell him.

His words ring loud and clear in my head.

I'm not ready.

And so the courage fails.

It is a big responsability.

"Tell me, honey" he urges me.

"I love you, Steve.I love you more than anything in this world and I will miss you.I will miss you so much” I tell him instead.

An orange flicker catches my attention.

"I will miss you too.Much.Too much” he whispers and then he gives me another sweet kiss.

A portal is about to open behind me.

Quickly I take off an earring and pin it on Steve's shirt collar.

He looks at me sweetly.

“These are your mother's earrings.You never get rid of it" he murmurs stroking the earring that is now on his shirt.

“One to you and one to me.So even if we are far away we will always be together” I reply.

My father's voice resounds behind me.

"Are you ready, darling?"

I turn in his direction and know I'm not a pretty sight.

Dull complexion, red and black-rimmed eyes.

My father's gaze softens.

"Let's go?" he asks me softly.

I nod.

My father grabs my suitcase and takes a step back as if to leave me one last minute of privacy.

“We will see you soon again, Lily.I love you” Steve reassures me, holding my face in his big, warm hands.

"I love you too, my Captain" I smile with a trembling voice.

We exchange one last long and sweet kiss.

The door suddenly opens and an hurried Tony enters the room.

"Thanks, god!You're still here, little Strange!"

After him enter Pepper, Sam and even Dr. Banner.

They are all here to say goodbye to me one last time, despite the fact that we exchanged hugs and greetings last night.

After smiling at everyone I turn and with my father go through the portal that will take us to the Sanctuary.

My father and Steve are staring intently.

Then the portal closes, depriving me of the sight of the most important man in my life.

“I'm sorry, Lily”

“It's okay, dad.Could I go to the bathroom for a moment before we go?I need a minute to recover” I ask shyly.

"Of course!Go ahead and take your time”

I walk away from him and reach the bathroom.

Once inside, I put my back to the door and let myself go until I feel the cold marble floor beneath me.

I've spent so much time worrying about hiding my pregnancy from Steve that I've forgotten another equally important thing.

How the hell am I gonna keep it from my dad?

After all, he's a doctor, he might even notice.

Damn!

I take a deep breath and stand up.

I approach the mirror positioned above the sink.

My reflection is dull, inanimate.

I have to recover.

I have to be fine.

I have to do this for my baby!

I am Elisabeth Strange and nothing and no one can stop me.

I straighten my shoulders and charged with a new and unexpected strength I head towards my father who opens a portal when he sees me coming.

The portal that will take us straight to China.

Straight to my destiny.

"Are you ready?" my father asks me, giving me a smile full of pride.

I won't let you down, dad.

I look up.

Then I look my father in the eye and firmly answer "I was born ready"

I won't let you down, mom.

And so we cross the portal.

A new chapter of my life is about to begin.

The alarm rings on time as always.

I reach for the bedside table, blindly looking for that damned alarm clock.

Its hellish sound is destroying my eardrums.

I open my eyes, the room is still dark.

I turn on the little lamp and once I can locate that damn alarm clock I turn it off.

Silence returns to reign in the small room.

It doesn't matter if I feel tired or if I have had little sleep.

For fifteen days now my alarm has been ringing at 5 in the morning.

Every day.

At 5:30 every morning my father is waiting for me in the great courtyard of the Temple.

I sit up in bed and shiver.

It's really cold here.

I am in the Yan Mountains in North China.

We are about 1400 meters high, the snow-capped peaks and a small glimpse of the Great Wall of China are all I can see from here.

The first few days this condition of isolation frightened me but now I have learned to appreciate it.

Silence and clean air are truly a blessing.

I get up from my bed and after having washed my face I get dressed and go to the courtyard where I will do forty five minutes of meditation with my father and then I will join the others for breakfast.

My morning sickness also seems to have completely disappeared, for a few days now I haven't throw up anymore and I am slowly regaining my strength.

Yes, the others.

As soon as I arrived, to my amazement I discovered that I would not be alone.

Six other guys would have kept me company on this journey.

Each of them is here with a purpose.

Each of them is here to train in order to one day become one of the Guardians of the Infinity Stones.

And each of them has their Master, all except for Layla.

Layla will be the future Guardian of the Time Stone, she will be the person who will hold my father's place when he is no longer able to do so.

Both my father and I were taken aback, he knew that he should only have instructed me but instead the Council had decided at the last that it was appropriate to start preparing the new Guardian.

So Strange could not refuse and found himself coaching two girls in their early twenties who, according to him, would have driven him crazy.

Layla is twenty three years old, she is originally from Asia but has lived in America, precisely in Boston, since the age of twelve.

She is really beautiful, pitch black eyes and long black hair that brushes her perfect ass.

Nice and sunny with a stunning body.

I was able to get along with her right away, especially after she discovering that I am Captain America's girlfriend.

She apparently has a crush on him for years.

I smile amused.

Then there are the other guys who are not bad at all, they are all nice and kindhearted.

I go down the stairs and like every morning I lose myself in the beauty of this Temple as ancient as wonderful.

The temple takes place in a circular platform of three floors each of which is surrounded by a stone balustrade.

The top floor is surmounted by a wonderful sloping roof covered with yellow Majolica tiles.

The ground floor is mostly a courtyard without walls, surrounded by dozens of stone columns enriched with engravings of ancient rituals and magic.

This is the place where we meditate and learn to fight and cast spells.

The first floor consists in the bedrooms and the kitchen, all furnished in a spartan way.

Mostly wood and antique furniture.

And on the top floor there is a huge library, full of ancient tomes of history and spells.

The temple is surrounded by long walls consisting mainly of a northern part, with a semicircular shape, and a southern part, with a square shape.

This arrangement contains within it all the ideology according to which the earth is square and the sky is round.

It is still dark when I arrive and my father is already sitting cross-legged on the ground, I reach him and sit right in front of him closing my eyes.

I try to focus on the here and now, without unnecessary anxieties, worries and thoughts.

I try to enjoy the present moment and discipline the mind to detach itself from my autopilot to contemplate what surrounds me and feel all the sensations that cross my body in the present.

At first it was hard but now everything has become simple and automatic.

I feel my spirit becoming light, my breathing gets deeper and deeper until my mind is emptied of all futile and negative thoughts.

All of this is helping me not only with my training but also helping me with my pregnancy.

I was able to metabolize the situation, to accept it and not be afraid of the consequences.

After forty five minutes my father and I are heading to the kitchen and as soon as we enter Layla stands up waving her hand in the air.

I grab a cup of tea and some dried fruit and reach her with a smile.

We eat in silence, occasionally exchanging some little information on the program that we will have to follow today.

The training is hard and learning spells is not easy at all.

I often find myself failing but I don't give up, I know I can do it.

I look out the window and just at that moment in the sky, covered with gray clouds, a flash of sky makes its appearance.

A small blue gash…blue like Steve's eyes.

I sigh and Layla's intense dark eyes rest on mine.

"Are you ok, Lily?" she asks me.

I shrug.

“I was thinking about Steve.I miss him very much” I reply, looking back at the sky which is already dark and gray again.

"I believe you.I too would miss a beefcake like that” she replies dreamily.

I laugh heartily.

“When we go back to America I'll introduce him to you.I promise” I reply receiving in exchange a toothy smile.

My thoughts return to Steve.

In these fifteen days we spoke every night, and every time when I hung up I could not help but burst into a desperate cry.

Partly because of the distance but mostly because I hated lying to him.

I keep eating until my dad nods to me and Layla.

Yet you continue to do so whispers the voice of my conscience that I immediately silence.

It's time to go and even today I'll give it all myself.

Steve POV

I pass the kitchen door, shoulders and eyes down.

I just hope to go unnoticed.

I went down just to get a glass of water when the cheerful voices of the inhabitants of the Tower caught my attention.

They are all seated around the large table enjoying pizza and each other's company.

I pass the door quickly but just then Bucky's gaze lifts from his dinner and they catch me sneaking past all my friends.

"I'll be right back" I hear Bucky say.

I accelerate my pace pretending not to have heard him and rush towards the elevator.

My friend joins me after a few seconds.

“Hey, Captain Curmudgeon!Why don' t you join us?" Bucky asks me.

I sigh heavily.

In the last week I have been really an asshole towards all my friends.

I behaved in an unfriendly and evasive way.

All because in the last week I feel that there is something wrong with the relationship between me and Lily.

She seems to have gotten colder, ignores my calls and makes up what I think seem like excuses.

Now we haven't heard from each other for two days and her, after two days of silence, just sent me a message telling me that she couldn't call me tonight because finally after six weeks she had been given a free evening and together with the others she would go to visit the nearest city.

She has the evening off but she doesn't have time to call me.

I feel anger boiling in my veins.

"Is your silence a no?"

I roll my eyes and stop to look at my best friend.

“What do you want me to tell you, pal?I'm not in the mood"

"Lily hasn't called you yet?" he asks me.

I told Bucky what's been going on between us lately but he dismissed me as paranoid.

"No.But she found a moment to let me know that tonight with her new friends she goes out and party” I reply spitting the words through my teeth.

“You don't have to get mad, Stevie.You know very well how exhausting this training is for her.She deserves some entertainment"

"And I deserve to be treated like this instead?To be ignored as if I was nobody?" I ask incredulously.

“That's not what I'm saying.Jesus Christ, Steve!Take your shit together!She is a young woman who went through a life of hell and now she is in a new place with new people.Let her have fun"

"What if she fell in love with someone else?" I ask straight away.

Now Buck rolls his eyes.

“Please, don't start again with this story.Lily loves you, she would never leave you.Trust me”

Sometimes I wonder where he gets all this security.

He acts like he knows something I don't know.

It's somewhat irritating.

“Come on, dude.Come and eat with us.Pepper is worried about you.What kind of man are you if you let a pregnant woman worry about you?"

And so I find myself sitting with all my friends eating pizza and chatting.

“Ok ok!Let's go” I give up.

For a moment I can even enjoy the evening.

At the end of the evening it's just me, Sam, Natasha and Buck.

"Steve, can I ask you something?" asks the redhead sitting in front of me.

“Sure, tell me”

“On Valentine's Day you said something that struck me a lot.That time I gave up but tonight, thanks to the fact that Pepper was with us, it came back in my mind"

"What exactly are you talking about?" I ask really intrigued.

“When I asked you if you wanted to be a father.I honestly didn't expect the answer you gave.Are you over one hundred years old and you wouldn't you be ready to be a father?" Nat asks me, raising an eyebrow.

I smile at her words.

"Oh Nat, if it were up to me I would like to have a baby tomorrow too" I reply with a stupid smile on my lips but then I think of my sweet little Lily.

"There seems to be a but..." says Sam.

"The problem is not me but Lily" I reply simply.

Bucky stares at me strangely, he almost seems…angry?

“What do you mean the problem is her?Do you think she is not the right woman?"

His eyes burn with fury.

I know how much he cares about her but his reaction seems a bit over the top.

I speak slowly so that Bucky can understand my point.

“Dude, don't be ridiculous!Lily is the woman of my life, there is no doubt about that.But when I look at her…well, when I look at her I only see a little girl who hasn't seen anything in her life.And by little girl I don't mean she's not mature…what I'm trying to say is that I want her to live.I want to travel with her, show her the world.Show her the life.A child now would mean putting her in a cage again.A golden cage but at the end of the games it will always be a cage.And I don't want this for her.I would feel guilty forever.Even now, deep down, I know it's right that she doesn't call me all the time, it's right that she doesn't depend on me.And it's only fair that she goes out partying like any other twenty five years old girl.And let's not forget the psycho Dr. McTavish.Until we put him down I will not be able to live peacefully”

Bucky and Natasha exchange a smile and then their eyes return to me, now they are more docile, I would say almost moved.

"So, Captain America wants to become a dad" chirps Natasha teasing me.

"I can't wait to settle down too" I continue giggling, "Having so many children and living without worries, without problems"

"Absolutely" I reply with conviction.

"But for now he's content with letting his girlfriend call him daddy" Bucky adds giving me a wink.

We all burst out laughing.

“Oh oh!Rogers I didn't make you so bold in bed” Sam teases me.

I blush.

“Ok, ok!Why don't we change the subject now?"

My friends laugh even more making fun of me for my embarrassment.

We keep chatting until we realize what time it is.

I get up from the sofa stretching my back.

"I'm going to bed.See you tomorrow morning for breakfast”

I greet everyone waving my hand towards them and walking towards my room.

I throw myself on the bed with my arms outstretched.

I turn my head to Lily's bedside table and smile at the photo above it.

It's a selfie we took in Central Park, it was one of our first dates.

She wore that red sweater that I love so much.

My arm is around her shoulders and smiling I look straight into the camera.

She is facing me, her eyes are fixed on my face and she has a sweet smile as her lips rest on the profile of my jaw.

She has always loved this shot so much that she asked me to be able to print it.

When I asked her why she liked this photo so much she replied “Because you have a wonderful smile.Your eyes seem to shine”

Now I don't know if that is really one of my best smiles but I remember perfectly how I felt that day.

I was happy, euphoric.

I could finally hold Lily in my arms and love her.

And even if the worries and the problems we had at the time seem impossible to overcome we were happy to be able to be together.

And maybe with that smile of mine I was able to convey those feelings about her and maybe that's why she loves this photo.

I look up at the ceiling thinking about her and our love story.

I close my eyes and for a moment, a single infinite moment, a vision occupies every corner of my brain.

I am on a porch of a house unknown to me.

I'm standing still watching the sun go down.

Two arms close around my waist and Lily's sweet scent invades my nostrils.

Isn't she beautiful? she asks me.

I look again in front of me and in front of the setting sun a little girl runs at breakneck speed in the garden.

I can't see her well, it's like she is a blurry image but in my heart I know who that little girl is.

Beautiful like her mother I answer turning towards Lily and kissing her.

Then I open my eyes and it's all over.

Natasha's words left a profound mark.

Would I want a baby?

Surely.

But that doesn't change my mind.

In what world would I make them grow?

Too many dangers still hang over us, over Lily.

I could never endanger her any more than she already is.

McTavish is still on the loose and a pregnancy right now would only be a point to his advantage.

He could use it against us.

I shake my head to dismiss these absurd thoughts.

Basically it's not a problem that I need to worry about.

I close my eyes trying to relax and slowly slip into a dreamless sleep.

I've been in Washington for two days now.

Fury called me back, along with Agent Carter, due to an old case we had worked on together.

The director has requested all the reports on the case and we having worked on it for nearly four months so we have hundreds of paperwork to go through.

At first it was quite embarrassing given what had happened with Sharon during the mission in London but little by little we found our old harmony.

After all, I have always worked well with her, she is a really good partner.

I am immersed in reading a file when my phone rings.

I answer without even checking the display.

"Hello?This is Captain Rogers”

“Woah!How formal you are”

I remain silent for a few seconds.

"Are you still here, Captain?"

"Yes, sorry.It's just that I was so busy with work that I didn't check who was.And honestly I didn't expect a phone call from you"

"I'm a horrible girlfriend, right?"

"Nah"

Lily remains silent and I with her.

Are we really at this point?

Do we really have nothing more to say to each other?

“I'm sorry I didn't call you this past week, Steve.It's just that I've been so busy that in the evening I collapsed directly at the dinner table.I thought that being the daughter of the Master gave me some advantages…and instead I had to change my mind.My father is putting me under, he is killing me.He always expects the best.I'm so tired” she concludes with a sigh.

"But you're happy"

Mine is not a question.

"Yes, I am even though..." Lily stops as if at the last moment she had refrained from saying something.

"What, honey?"

I hear her sigh.

"It's nothing.It's nothing.Don't worry!I'm tired and I miss you, that's all”

“I miss you too, honey” I tell her, walking away from the desk.

I get up from my chair and walk to the window admiring the Washington skyline.

"Are you at the Tower?"

"No.I've been in Washington for a few days.Fury requested my help on an old case.But in the afternoon we will go back to New York"

"We?" asks Lily in surprise.

I'm about to answer her when Sharon walks into the office we've shared since we've been here.

“Steve, did you find that report?Fury is breathing down my neck” Sharon exclaims without realizing that I'm busy on the phone.

"Excuse me for a moment, Lily"

I just remove the phone from my ear to answer Sharon who now has a guilty expression for interrupting me.

"Take it.I found it" I tell her, handing her the file that Fury had requested.

“I'll join you right away, ok?Just a few more minutes”

I turn to Sharon smiling at her.

"Sure, don't worry.See you later" Sharon greets me and then go away.

A deafening silence reigns over the phone.

"Honey?Are you still here?"

"Was that Agent Carter?" asks Lily.

She doesn't sound sad or angry, her voice just sounds tired.

"Yes.We worked together on this case so Fury requested both of us” I explain.

"I understand" her only response.

And then silence again.

“Lily, listen…”

“No, it's okay.This is your job.I got it.Now I have to go.See you soon”

And so she says she hangs up the phone without even giving me time to explain or say bye.

Great!

I snort with anger and get up to go to Fury's office.

Now I don't have time to deal with my girlfriend's absurd mood swings.

Outside Fury's office door Sharon is reading the file I gave her a while ago.

"What happens?" I ask as I approach her.

Her hazel eyes linger in mine.

“Fury is on the phone.We have to wait here” she replies, continuing to study my expression.

I pretend nothing has happened and I let myself go awkwardly into one of the loveseat nearby.

I rest my elbows on my knees and from my pocket I take out the little earring that Lily left me.

Her token of love.

Love that seems to be dissolving into nothingness.

I feel frustrated and I just want to scream.

Suddenly I feel a hand caressing my back.

I turn my head to the side and Sharon is sitting next to me.

"Are you ok, Steve?"

I look at her without answering.

I don't know how right it is to let off steam with her, it wouldn't be fair to her or to Lily's so I just say "The distance is difficult"

I lift my back and lean my head against the wall, Sharon immediately retracts her hand joining the other resting on her lap.

I close my eyes trying to free my mind from all thoughts and concentrate on work.

"How long have you not seen each other?"

“You don't have to do it, Sharon.You don't have to pretend that you care about my relationship”

“But I'm not pretending.I care about you and I'm sorry to see you so sad"

I open my eyes and observe her from above.

She seems sincere.

After all we were good friends, Sharon was one of the few people I could trust.

“Listen Steve, I'm sorry for how I behaved in London and I'm sorry for making fun of Lily earlier.I was mean and arrogant.But...but I've been in love with you for years and the idea that a girl made you lose your mind overnight...erm let's say I didn't take it well" Sharon laughs embarrassed at her confession.

I keep listening to her dazed.

“Sharon I…”

“You don't have to apologize, Steve.Love is like that, it takes you by surprise.Chaotic and unexpected.And I am your friend and I am happy if you are happy"

"Thanks, Sharon" I answer her grabbing her hand and squeezing it in mine.

Meanwhile the door opens and Nick Fury's serious and composed gaze invites us to follow him.

Sharon and I exchange a last glance followed by a sincere smile and we follow the Director into his large office.

I return to New York which is almost midnight.

I check my phone for the umpteenth time to see if Lily has replied to one of my messages.

Nothing.

Absolute silence.

The tower is dark and silent so, trying not to make too much noise, I go up the stairs to reach my room.

When I enter, I immediately realize that someone is sitting on my bed.

With my heart in my throat I open the door completely so that the light from the corridor can completely illuminates the mysterious figure.

Sitting on my bed, with her legs crossed and her black curls longer than I remembered, is Lily.

My Lily.

"What the hell..." I exclaim totally taken aback.

We both stand still.

She doesn't get up, she doesn't run into my arms.

She just sits there watching me.

“If you wonder how I can be here, know that technically I'm not really here.Among other things, I learned to manage astral travel at my leisure”

I slowly approach the bed and sit next to her.

Our shoulders barely touch.

“If my father finds out I'm here…I'm taking a big risk but I had to see you” she adds in a whisper.

And here it is the moment I feared so much.

Between us I feel an abyss, Lily is cold.

Distant.

Right now all I want to do is hold her to me.

Squeeze her and don't let her go anymore.

And instead I can't.

We almost look like two strangers.

I feel my heart breaking into a million pieces.

Could the distance have killed our relationship?

“Whatever it is, tell me right away.I…I can't go on like this anymore” I spit the words angrily as I get up from my seat.

I position myself in front of her, small and bent over on herself.

She seems overwhelmed with guilt.

"If you want to leave me do it"

My words come out of my mouth in a pathetic way.

Her big eyes widen and point to mine.

"I don't want to leave you, Steve"

"Did you cheat on me?" I whisper in a barely audible way.

She shakes her head vigorously and my heart starts beating again.

I kneel in front of her.

I try to touch her hands but she pulls them away from my touch, leading them to grab the edges of a large gray cardigan that tightens around her body.

As if she wanted to hide herself from my eyes.

Her long black curls fall on her face depriving me of the sight of her beautiful eyes.

“Whatever it is, we'll get through it together.I'm sorry I thought you had another man.I didn't mean to disrespect you”

Lily keeps looking down and whispers something, she does it so softly I don't understand what she is saying.

"What did you say?" I ask politely.

"I lied to you.I've been lying to you since Valentine's Day” she repeats, this time in a firm voice and looking straight into my eyes.

I feel taken aback.

"What are you hiding from me?"

I get up abruptly.

Now I'm tired of these games and she knows it, she understands it from the authoritative tone with which I talked to her.

Lily gets up and walks to the window, she turns her back to me as she watches the New York traffic.

I see her shoulders heave, as if she were taking a deep breath for courage, and then she turns to me.

"I'm pregnant, Steve"

What?

My brain registers her words but cannot process their meaning.

I feel dizzy.

I look at her without understanding what is happening.

"I'm sixteen weeks pregnant"

Her small trembling hands open the cardigan that until a few moments before she insisted on holding tight around her body.

Below it she is wearing a simple white t-shirt.

My eyes descend along her figure, dwelling on that little bulge under the shirt.

My baby is there.

Pregnant.

I go back to her eyes and remain silent.

Our baby.

"Please, say something Steve" Lily pleads me.

Her eyes are no longer emotionless, now they are shiny.

A lonely tear runs down her face.

"Steve..." my name is almost a plea on her tongue.

"A baby?"

Lily nods looking at me as if she were afraid that I might go crazy at any moment.

A baby.

As wrong as it is and it is absolutely not the right time, I feel a warmth rising from the center of my chest.

A baby.

I will be a dad.

I approach my beautiful Lily and holding her in my arms I spin her around.

A laugh escapes her lips.

I put her back down and literally rip that stupid cardigan from her.

I observe her figure softer and more sensual, that wonderful belly that holds our greatest treasure.

"A baby" I repeat as my eyes fill with tears.

Lily nods again.

I hug her with all the strength I have, being careful not to press on her belly.

Her arms are tied around my neck.

I hear her sobbing against it.

“Don't cry, honey.Everything will be fine”

But as I say these words to her, I too let myself go in a liberating cry.

It's all so scary and exciting at the same time.

"I'm sorry I left you alone to face all this" I whispered in her ear.

“I didn't tell you.I was scared and then…and then you said those things on Valentine's Day…”

“It's not your fault, Steve” she tells me as she pulls away from my chest and looking for my eyes, “It's not your fault” she repeats.

Her words hit me with the same force as a speeding truck.

She already knew she was pregnant and I said I wasn't ready.

I feel like an idiot.

“Lily, honey!Listen to me well!That night when I said I wasn't ready, I expressed myself badly.Having a baby with you is one of my greatest wishes.My fear affects everything around us.Your training, Dr. McTavish.And your young age"

"Do you think I'm not mature enough?"

“No Lily, absolutely not.I'm just trying to tell you that I wanted you to live your life to the full before taking on a responsibility as big as motherhood.I wanted to show you the world”

Her sweet smile goes straight to my heart.

"It means that I will have to see the world with you and our baby" she whispers and then approaches my face lifting up on her toes.

I lowering myself on her and our lips touch.

After seven weeks our lips are finally joined again.

After a few moments an angry voice comes behind me.

"What the fuck are you doing, dude?!?!?"

Bucky's voice reaches me just before his Vibranium hand grabs my shirt collar and literally tears me out of Lily's arms.

For a moment we are all three in silence.

“Oh, fuck!Oh, fuck!Sorry, sorry man!Oh, shit!”

Bucky starts laughing like an idiot.

Lily joins Bucky's laugh.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Buck?" I ask him still incredulous.

“Oh man, I was thinking…I was thinking you were cheating on Lily.I...I'm sorry!I'm an idiot!" he exclaims scratching the back of his neck.

Then he turns to Lily and holds her in his arms.

"What are you doing here?" he asks her without letting her go but he doesn't even give her time to answer that he strafees her with more questions.

"How are you?Everything is fine?How is my nephew?" he asks her, caressing her belly with a disarming delicacy.

I remain dumbfounded for a moment.

"Why am I not surprised that you know?" I ask pointing a finger at what I thought was my best friend.

“Don't blame him.It's my fault.I made him lie to you" Lily defends him, remaining tight in Bucky's arms.

I sight exasperated.

“You two are going to drive me crazy one of these days” I mutter between my teeth.

Maybe I should be angry about their lie but I can't, knowing that Bucky will always be by her side brings me relief.

In the end she will never be alone.

And this is the only thing that matters.

"So...now I can also congratulate to the future dad?"

Bucky approaches me holding out his hand, which I grab and use to draw him to me.

We embrace strongly.

"Then maybe I'll give you a little extra lesson on condoms" teases my friend.

"Congratulations, brother"

"Thank you, pal"

"I know very well how to use them" I reply.

Bucky's eyebrows rise dangerously upward.

“Really?I wouldn't say so” he teases me by pointing to Lily's belly.

Lily laughs hitting him on his arm.

Her face seems to shine with a particular light.

God!

She is so beautiful and radiant.

"Where is Nat?Is she sleeping?" she asks turning to Bucky.

“No, she is still awake.Do you want me to go and call her?" he replies.

“No, I'm going.I'll be right back”

She goes away leaving us alone.

Bucky pats me on the back.

"So, Stevie...how do you feel?"

“I don't know, man.I'm still shaken but I'm in seventh heaven.I didn't think I could feel so elated at the idea of becoming a dad"

"Are you still scared?About everything you said at dinner”

I sigh as I go to sit on the bed.

"Obvious.Now, as never before, we need to step up research on McTavish.I will absolutely not allow him to get close to her and my baby”

“Don't worry, Steve.Everything will be fine”

“I hope so, Buck.I hope so”

Lily returns holding hands with Nat.

The two women are giggling as they do whenever they are together.

“Oh man, I hope he is a boy.Another woman would be a disaster" Bucky whispers to me.

"I heard you idiot" Nat exclaims as she passes him by giving him a fiery look to which Bucky responds with a wink.

Natasha comes up to me and without giving me time to get up she hugs me.

“Congratulations, hunk!You'll be a great dad"

"Thanks, redhead"

"So you teleported or what?"

I hear Bucky ask.

Lily rolls her eyes.

“I don't teleport me, idiot.What you see here is my astral body” explains my girlfriend.

"So your father doesn't know you're here?" asks Nat.

"Nope.And I couldn't even be here to be honest”

Now she looks nervous.

"Ok baby, c'mon.It's time to go.Let's leave the two lovebirds alone so they can say goodbye” Bucky exclaims grabbing Natasha's hand.

"When will we meet again?"

“I'll be back in a week.Then I'll spend another four weeks at the Sanctuary to finish my training”

Lily answers Nat's question.

"And could we meet?" asks the former Russian spy.

"Technically not but I will try to bribe my father"

The two women exchange a smile and a last hug as Bucky leaves her a kiss on her forehead.

When we are alone Lily walks over to the bed and sits on my lap.

With her arms wrapped around my neck she strokes the back of it.

I hug her to me, stroking her belly.

"Does your father know?" I ask with my heart in my throat.

As much as Strange and I have gotten along lately, I don't think he can be really happy that I got her daughter pregnant.

Lily sighs shaking her head.

"Do you want to tell him together?" I ask her.

And even if the idea terrifies me, I know that I would do anything for her.

"No.I'll tell him”

“If that's what you want”

“Yeah, that's something I have to do alone.And then I have to tell him right away.It's harder to hide it now” she whispers, bringing a hand over mine still resting on her little tummy.

We stay close for a few more minutes and exchange kisses and cuddles.

"I have to go, Steve" Lily sighs sadly.

"I know.I know, my babygirl” I murmur, placing my forehead against hers.

Lily grabs my face in her delicate hands and gives me one last tender kiss.

"I will miss you"

"I will miss you too, daddy"

At her words I bite her neck and she giggles amused.

"Oh my babygirl, I can't wait to have you in my arms again" I whisper to her, kissing her neck.

With my tongue I trace a trail that goes down to her breasts which seem much softer now.

"Steve...we don't have time" Lily moans.

“Not even five minutes?I swear I'll make it enough” I murmur, going up to her lips as my hand stops between her thighs.

Her moan in response is enough for me.

I quickly undress her and lay her on the bed.

Her little hands take off my shirt and I help her.

I place myself at her feet and settling between her legs I leave a kiss on her inner thigh.

Her back arches as she moans my name.

I go up focusing on her needy and puffy cunt, I tease her clit with my tongue while with two fingers I enter her.

Her first orgasm overwhelms her quickly.

Her fingers claw my hair hard as her trembling thighs grip the sides of my head.

Her moans are music to my ears, I had missed them so much.

I rise looking at her with love.

"God, you are even more beautiful, do you know?" I whisper, stroking her belly.

She is all softer.

Her thighs, her breasts, her womb.

It is as if her pregnancy had given her a sinuosity capable of making me lose my mind.

“Really?Do you still like me?Do you still find me attractive?Even if I'm fat?" she asks me shyly.

I look at her confused.

"Are you serious?"

She can't be.

She can't say it seriously.

My little Muse remains silent but her eyes answer for her.

I position myself better between her legs and being careful not to weigh on her body, I enter her with a single push.

I sweetly move back and forth.

Lily moans clinging to my shoulders.

"You aren't fat!You are even more beautiful...and even more exciting"

I let myself be carried away by passion starting to push into her with more ardor.

Lily whimpers and I stop immediately.

"Did I hurt you?The baby…”

But I can't finish the sentence as Lily's hand covers my mouth.

"I 'm good.The baby is safe.Don't stop” she gasps and then brings both of her hands to my ass and sticks her fingernails into it.

This time I'm the one moaning.

Indeed to growl with pleasure.

I lower my face to her beautiful breasts, which wince with every thrust, and grab a nipple between my lips.

I feel Lily's pussy rhythmically tighten around my entire length.

"I will cum soon.Don't stop, daddy!" she cry out.

And I obey.

I will always obey her will.

I kneel on the bed and grabbing her ankles I place them on my shoulders.

I look down at the point where our bodies connect and…oh God, the view from here is spectacular.

I watch myself move in and out of her body, my dick shiny from her moisture.

"Are you fine, honey?"

"I'm good.. that's so good" she gasps, grabbing her big breasts in her hands.

We cum together moaning incessantly.

In my ears the deafening roar of my heart.

I get out of her and lie down next to her.

Lily comes closer and rests her head on my chest leaving a kiss on it.

"Now I really have to go" she tells me, getting up and dressing hastily.

I get up wearing only boxers.

“See you soon, Steve”

“I will”

“See you soon, mama.Be safe”

A beautiful smile explode on her face.

We exchange one last kiss.

Lily closes her eyes and in a glow of blue sparks she disappears.

I don't even have time to go to bed when my phone rings.

It's a message from Lily.

Don't think I forgot about you and Sharon.We'll talk about it again soon, Captain Casanova.

I smile like an idiot as I type a message in response.

I love only you.I don't see anyone else.Only you.I love you and our baby more than my own life.

Nice try, Rogers.

I laugh.

I love you too anyway she writes to me right after.

I put down the phone and stare at the ceiling thinking about the life that awaits me.

I will be a dad.

I will have my family together with the woman I love.

I'm happy.

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[ what do they prefer: thigh, ass, or breast? ]

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⌕ feat. mikasa ackerman, eren yeager, levi ackerman x f!reader

⌕ warnings. smut +18, overstimulation, spanking.

— MIKASA ACKERMAN

your breasts leave mikasa breathless.

Unable to contain herself, she sprinkled kisses along your jawline, down your neck to your breast, grabbing the clasp of your bra, unhooking the straps and getting rid of your last intimate piece, mikasa’s eyes traveled down the silhouette of your naked body, settling on your exposed breasts.

Your eyelashes glaze over as you feel her fingertips glide across your warm skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, grabbing your nipple with her index and middle fingers, giving a light pinch that makes your body arch at the stimulation.

mmm. - a whimper escapes your parted lips, mikasa loves to listen to every sound that comes out of your mouth and the way your whole body writhes from her touch, she begins to rub circles, pinching, in a slow rhythm, watching your stunned expression, continuing the torture until you start begging for more.

After she gets tired of playing with her fingers, she will start using her mouth.

Her lips suck on one nipple, running her tongue in a circular motion over the already stimulated hard spot, while her free hand moves down to stimulate the other, touching and groping — she will not stop until you have reached an orgasm caused by her caresses.

— LEVI ACKERMAN

Levi has a thing for your ass, he likes to touch, nibble, pat, and caress it.

he loses his temper when you tease him by rubbing yourself against his lap while working or on the training field when you bend over showing off your curve clinging to your uniform.

those big rough hands always grab your ass, no matter if you are in public or not.

you were bent over his office desk again, hands and knees resting on the wooden surface, hips raised, his day had been stressful and he was looking for some kind of relief, and it was you, his fingers grab the hem of your skirt, letting it fall to the floor exposing your ass, giving it a light pinch, you try to rub your hips against his, receiving a slap in response.

“tsc, are you that needy?”

the first slap was unexpected, drawing a moan from deep in your throat, his trained eyes watching your reaction, it hurt so much, but it was fucking good.

another spanking came, your skin burned and throbbed, your hand massaged the sensitive skin bringing slight relief, eand once again you liked it, you were a slut who took pleasure in being beaten — Levi is extremely patient, he will bruise your ass before he pays attention to your wet pussy.

— EREN YEAGER

this man loves it when you wear clothes that value your legs and especially those that show off your thighs, he loves to touch them.

your hands were tangled in his hair, gently pulling his brown strands out of his bun,your little skirt was hiked up around your waist, exposing the outline of your panties and your naked thighs.

His nails dig into your skin, hooking his arms around your waist to hold you still in place, Eren maintained firm eye contact, the sight of you from below, was so hot, he was kneeling in front of you, your legs completely spread, his face buried between your thighs, you felt exposed and dirty.

Eren can't help but notice that thin layer of tissue covering your pussy, it was soaking wet and begging to be touched, His hot breath was hitting your folds, sending shock waves through your body, he teased you by rubbing the tip of his nose against your sensitive pussy, watching your hips quiver and your breath hitch.

His tongue caresses your skin, sucking hard and then sucking hard, depositing a hickey on the spot, you feel your skin burn — one, two, three hickeys are not enough, he won't finish until you are all marked, filling all the free places of your thigh with purple marks.

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I am going to have Kirishima (and let’s face it Bakugou) piss on the brain for the rest of the evening so respectfully, fuck you💕 Pls I need it.😩

As it should be. Please enjoy this tiny Drabble based on something I wrote on another blog, because my wrist hurts way too much for a full. Edited fic. Maybe I’ll edit this later.

TW: piss, public kink play

Peachy

You sucked in another deep breath as Kirisihima blinks down at you with lust heavy eyes. He loved the peach colored dress you’d thrown on for the party, though he was distracted by the thick smell of weed hanging in the air around you. Bakugo sits behind you, blunt between his fingers. You squirm, eyes darting back and forth in Kirishima’s red glare.

“Princess.” He coos, watching the way you bounce your legs. “You’ve really gotta go, huh?”

You redden and shrug. Choosing not to pee before you left the house was a mistake. It was weird to you, that Bakugo has been pushing fluids all day under the ruse of keeping you hydrated for the party, so you wouldn’t end up with a nasty hang over, but you let it go, until now.

“Mina is still in the bathroom.” Bakugo mumbles, holding your red solo cup in his other hand and fanning smoke over you that makes your head buzz. You shift in his lap. “I know you need to go.” He was right. Your full bladder ached, and every twinge of your hips made your need more obvious.

The party was full of 1-A students in a post college graduation party, so many people fucked up off of weed or drugs or some combo of both. Kirishima was cross faded, but you’d never know if it wasn’t for the red ring around his eyes. He keeps a knee between your legs to keep you from clamping them shut, with a lazy little grin on his face.

“I don’t think you can hold it that long.” Kirisihima hums, looking up and down your body with hungry eyes. You whimper and shift, struggling to keep your cool with sweat beading on the cusp of your nose. “You might as well go, princess. I’ll give you my hoodie.”

Bakugo texts someone, leaving your cup sat down on one of the small coffee tables in the crowded, smoke heavy room. “Cmon. Let’s go check and see if Mina is out. Wouldn’t want you to piss those pretty little panties.” Both men lead you through a crowd of their friends, stopping far enough from the bathroom to notice the door is still closed. Standing up makes it so much worse. You’re bouncing and squirming and trying so hard not to piss yourself like a toddler in front of a whole room of your boyfriend’s best friends.

You yelp at the first squirt of piss soaking your panties and dribbling down the apex of your thighs. Bakugo and Kirishima watch hungrily, trapping you between their larger bodies. Legs squeezed together, you shoot a look over at the door one more time, and resolve yourself to your face. The soft hiss of pee shooting out of you and cascading down your legs, leaving a sizable puddle on the floor is covered up by the sounds of talking and music, but it’s impossible to ignore how hard Bakugo is, straining against his pants as he watches a circular stain grow on your ass.

“Sorry. I just really couldn’t hold it anymore.” You mumble, legs bent just a bit as you finally finish the deed, feeling relief and maybe a little bit of pleasure flood your body. Kirishima hums, shedding his hoodie. Bakugo wanders off and returns with a handful of napkins to mop up your little accident as the redhead threads his hoodie around your hips to hide what occurred to any peering eyes. Mina finally comes out not long after, heading to check up on Jiro and Momo who are currently discussing some political hero event.

“Just couldn’t help yourself? Pissing like this in the middle of the party? You want this attention, don’t you? You want us to fuck your pissy little slit, don’t you, slut?” Bakugo asks, laying the degradation on hardcore as he clicks his tongue at you. When Denki steps over, a big smile on his face, you shrink behind Kirishima a bit.

“Hey! We’re gonna play a game! You two wanna join us?” Kirishima just shakes his head at the blond.

“Sorry. Gotta get our girl home. She had a little bit of an *accident*” he whispers to the blond, who looks at you with pity in his golden eyes.

“Oh damn. That sucks. It totally makes sense though, you guys should get her home.” Denki pats Kirishima on the arm, and offers Bakugo a fist to fist bump, but the other blonde rolls his eyes and turns away, mumbling something about needing to get his girl home and not having time to fist bump the dunce faced idiot.

The whole ride home, Kirishima keeps his cock buried into your cunt while Bakugo shoots looks at the both of you in the rear view mirror, and palms his erection at red lights.

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chrisevansjellybeans · 3 years

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I Love You, You Idiot | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Here I am, once again writing in my favorite "we're best friends but we won't say we're in love" trope. Someone stop me.

A/N: This does not fall into the TFAWTS timeline!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angsty-ish

*not my gif*

The bass rumbled through your entire body as you tried to listen to whatever story Sam was telling to the group. You tried with everything in you to listen but the mixture of the loud music of the club and your best friend's hand just casually laying on your exposed thigh was making it very difficult. You noticed the group laugh so you let out a small chuckle but if anyone asked you would not be able to say what was so funny.

“You okay, doll?” You glanced up at Bucky, who’s blue eyes were squinted with concern. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on the spot on your inner thigh where it was rested. “You look a little out of it. Do you need me to take you home?”

Say words, Y/N. You told yourself. But forming sentences was getting harder and harder with each circular pass the pad of his thumb made.

“Uh.”

Good job. Very articulate.

You didn’t want to be that person. The person who falls in love with her super hot best friend, but doesn’t say anything because they don’t want to “ruin the friendship” and then ends up sad and alone because said best friend doesn’t realize the feelings and moves on to someone else. And yet here you were. Being that cliche.

“Guys, I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” You heard Bucky say. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you shifted away from him so his hand was no longer on your leg.

“No, I’m fine.” You stood up, strong and steady. “See? I was just thinking about some work stuff. But I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone want anything?”

The group shook their head and you made your way to the bar, happy to be away for a couple minutes.

Your moment of solace lasted only a few seconds though because you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He trapped you in by placing his arms on either side of you, his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Wanna take shots?” Bucky’s voice rumbled in your ear. You really hoped he couldn’t feel the goosebumps that arose all over your skin. His breath smelled like a mix of spearmint and whiskey. A scent that if it came from any other man you would have probably been repulsed but on Bucky it was just comforting.

“Only if they’re tequila.” You turned around so you were face to face with him. Bucky gave you a cheeky smile as he waved the bartender over, ordering two shots each and then your regular drink order. As the bartender got your drinks ready, Bucky leaned down on his arms so he was even closer, your faces barely an inch apart.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bucky smiled, pressing a slight kiss to your cheek.

“You’re mine too.” You whispered but you knew he heard you. Thank god for that super soldier hearing. Bucky stood back up and you could tell that he was on high alert, making sure that no one bumped into you or was making a beeline in the direction you guys were in.

You turned back around and placed your arms on the bar and leaned against it, your breasts pushing up slightly causing the guy next to you to take notice.

“Hey,” you glanced over as the guy next to you turned his body to fully face you. “You are the most beautiful woman at this bar.” You were amazed at how bold this guy was being. Bucky was still behind you, his arms still on either side of you. To anyone who didn’t know the two of you, it would be safe to assume that you were a couple.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You smiled at him and leaned against Bucky’s arm a bit, to hopefully give that couple illusion even more.

Bucky was watching the interaction carefully, not yet ready to intervene but there if he needed to. You noticed his vibranium hand flex on the bar as the guy continued to flirt with you, that small action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You wanna get out of here, pretty girl?” The guy leaned in even closer to you, officially popping the imaginary bubble you had around you. That was enough for you and for Bucky.

“Alright buddy, ease up.” Bucky pushed a hand against the guy's chest, moving him away from you. “She’s with me.”

“Relax, big guy. Why don’t you let this little mama speak for herself.” The guy stood up from his chair, he was Bucky’s height but you, Bucky and the guy knew that if it came down to it Bucky would kick his ass.

“This little mama doesn’t want to go home with you.” You said sternly. As you finished speaking, the bartender placed the shots and the drinks in front you.

“Bitch.” The guy mumbled, shaking his head and making his way around Bucky.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. His eyes blazing as he glared down at the asshole. With each second that passed you could tell his hands were tightening around the guy’s shirt.

“I called your little slut girlfriend a bitch.” He spat out. “Maybe control your woman from flirting with other men at-”

Before he could finish, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. You let out a scream as the guy fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyes now focused on the three of you. Bucky reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up. You had to look away as blood started to pour out of his nose and down his face. It looked like Bucky was about to punch him again but you quickly put your hand on his arm. Bucky looked over at you, his chest heaving, his metal arm shifting under the stress of his grip.

“Bucky, please. It’s not worth it. Look.” You glanced at the crowd that started to form, phones out and recording.

You could see the headlines now: Winter Soldier Bar Brawl: Is he still unhinged?

You spotted Sam making his way over, his face full of concern. Turning back to Bucky you squeezed his bicep. “Please. Let’s go.”

“Buck.” Sam made it over to you. “Go, I’ll take care of it.”

Bucky heaved as he pushed the guy away from him and then grabbed your hand. He quickly threw down a crumpled hundred dollar bill on the bar and didn’t wait for the change as he pulled you through the crowd of recording phones and out of the club.

He quietly pulled you down the street until you guys ended up at least four blocks away from the club.

“I should have killed that guy.” He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Immediately he winced and pulled his flesh hand out. You hadn’t noticed before but his hand was definitely red and swelling. “Fuck.”

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sighed as you gently took his hand in yours, turning it over and inspecting any damage. It didn’t look fractured but it was definitely sprained and going to be sore for a while. “You could have broken your hand, you fucking idiot.”

“It will heal in a couple hours. And you’re welcome.” Bucky scowled in your direction. “Next time, I’ll just let him shit talk you all night.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that. If you would have waited another twenty seconds we would have gotten our drinks and probably wouldn't have seen that man again.” You glared. “Instead you had to turn into a cave man and beat on your chest and prove your dominance.” You tried to sound tough but your voice was shaking given how cold you were. You had left your jacket back in the club.

“I wasn’t proving shit, Y/N.” Bucky snapped as he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders in a huff. “Maybe it infuriates me to hear someone talk about you like that.”

“Well it’s not all cake and ice cream for me, but you don’t see me throwing god damn punches.” You sighed as you wrapped the jacket tighter around your body. “This is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”

“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky muttered.

“You should!” You fumed. “It’s not a great look to have you out here punching random guys at bars, Bucky. Especially over nothing that important.”

“Stop talking like that. God, it’s like you are the only fucking person who doesn’t see how goddamn special and important you are.” Bucky hissed as his hand continued to throb. “So please just..stop talking.”

You snapped your mouth shut as you shot daggers at Bucky which he gladly returned. You turned away from him, calling a car to take you back to his place. You both waited in silence, Bucky only making the occasional foul exclamation whenever his hand hurt. Finally for what seemed hours the car finally pulled up. Bucky, always the gentleman even when angry, held the door open for you as you slid in closing it gently but not making any moves to get in the car. You looked up at him through the window confused but he only shook his head and tapped the car, signally for the driver to leave.

“Can you please wait.” You turned to the driver who let out an annoyed huff.

“Five minutes lady. It’s almost bar time.”

Quickly you opened the door not stepping completely outside, the air having an unforgiving bite to it now.

“Get in the fucking car, Bucky.”

“You go, you have a key. I just need some time.”

“You can take some time in your apartment. Just get in the car.” You retorted.

“I’m not getting in that car.”

“James, I swear to god.” You were fully out of the car now. You slammed the door shut causing the driver to cast an annoyed look your way. “What is your problem? We argue all the time, it’s not that serious.”

“It’s not about the argument,” he grumbled. “It’s about the fact that you are so completely oblivious to how fucking perfect you are and how it wasn’t just that guy that was staring at you but every other guy in that bar. And how angry it makes me that I just want to go up to every single of one of them and tell them to put their dicks away because you’re mine and only mine.”

Your breath hitched as you processed his words.

“And I’m doing everything in power to not just shake you until you realize that I love you, and not just as my friend.”

“I-”

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” Bucky shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. “Get in the car, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky turned and started walking down the street.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yelled after him. “If you don’t think that I love you back, then you really are a bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He asked as he faced you again. He stayed where he was but you could see the tension start to leave his body.

“I said,” You smiled as you let out a long breath. “That I love you, you idiot.”

Before you knew it, Bucky was over to you and he had you scooped up in his arms. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, every emotion that the two of you had for each other pouring out in this one kiss. Your hands found their way up his chest and around his neck. He let out a low moan that sent vibrations through your whole body.

“Alright, lady, I’m leaving.” You both ignored the driver as he waved you off and pulled out and down the street. But you couldn’t care less because you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

“Say it again.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I love you, you idiot.”

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