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spencersawkward · 3 years

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top shelf//MGG - part 1

summary: broke and having a bad day, Reader runs into Matthew outside a café. after a couple encounters, his financial support and friendship become something more.

word count: 3k

content warnings: swearing but nothing else!

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

A/N: hi! welcome to my new series. i don’t think this will be super long in terms of parts, but i’ll try to update as frequently as possible for you all. this chapter is pretty expositional, so i’m sorry in advance lol. also i know i made it short but lmk if you want them to be longer. also shoutout my sweet sweet angels @reidsconverse and @voidsfilm bc i would literally cry without both of you. also THANK YOU to @dr-spencerr-reidd for this concept bc i probably wouldn't have written it without your ask!! sending hugs :)

you throw your phone down on the passenger seat with a frustrated groan. after everything that's happened today, you're now stuck on a congested street with your car barely inside the parking spot alongside the sidewalk.

your screen sits there beside you, blank and unresponsive, and you know you're going to have to go inside the coffee shop to ask to use their phone and call Triple A. of course it's not working because nothing is working today. you might as well just sit in your car and cry.

but you can't, because you have a huge project for work that you need to get done by next week, and you've already procrastinated enough. a red glow from the headlights of other cars on the street shine through your windows like melted wax, distorted by the rain. it's been pouring all day.

bracing yourself for the onslaught, you grab the old umbrella from the foot well of the passenger seat and open the door of your car. the torrents hit your body like a wall of ice, soaking you as you try to get to the safety of the café. the umbrella helps a little, but then you get to the overhang and have to actually close it before you head inside.

your fingertips slip around the metal, trying to shove the thing closed while water drips off the bridge of your nose. it's frustrating. your footsteps are still determined as they move towards the entrance, but you're distracted by the stubborn nature of the object, so you don't see the man walking out.

it's not even a bodily collision, really. it's so much worse: the sopping material of the umbrella pokes him in the stomach, knocking the hot cup of coffee all over his sweater.

your eyes widen.

"oh my fucking god, I'm so sorry--" you stutter over your words, completely at a loss. his face is twisted up in an expression of concealed pain. it can't feel good to have hot coffee seeping through your clothes after being prodded by a piece of metal. you move your wet hair out of your face in order to look at him full-on.

"it's fine, really." he gives you what's supposed to be a friendly smile, but looks more like a grimace. your stomach twists; he's hot. like, if you saw him at the bar you would stare at him all night kind of hot.

"no, it's not," your face heats up, despite the cold, damp air. "let me buy you another coffee."

"I--" he glances down at his sweater, which is knitted with cute foxes on the front, then back at you. he pauses a moment and you have to bite down on your tongue to keep from collapsing. he's considerably older than you, but he doesn't dress or act that way. maybe late thirties, if you had to guess. "sure. thanks."

a flowering relief in your chest, partly because he doesn't seem angry and partly because you'd like to look at his face just a bit longer. your eyes stay on his until someone walks through the door of the café and reminds you of where you are.

without a word, you brush past and go into the building, him trailing behind.

Matthew watches as you walk ahead, your clothes spattered with rainwater and your hair somewhat messed up, too. he smiles to himself at the way you almost bump into the corner of a table, nervousness evident in nearly every movement.

you head to the counter, setting your hands on the granite while the barista checks out your unkempt appearance.

"hi," you smile at her before realizing you have no idea what this guy wants. you turn around and see him standing slightly behind you, suppressing a smile. he can tell how flustered you are, and now you look like a fool. "what coffee do you drink?"

"can I have a medium Americano, please?" he asks the barista with a friendly smile. he's got straight teeth, dimples... holy shit. you wish he had been unappealing so that this whole situation would be less humiliating.

you pay for his drink before getting out of the way, both of you slowly walking to the pickup counter.

"again, I'm really sorry. that stupid umbrella." you shake the thing at your side, raindrops falling to the floor. you run a hand through your wet hair.

"it's okay. I appreciate you getting me another cup." he flashes that smile again and you remember that his sweater is all stained. before you can think to do anything else, you pluck a handful of napkins from the self-serve station and start to dab at the material.

he looks down at you for a second, surprised by the way you grab his clothes. Matthew feels your hand pressing into his stomach innocently, and he feels himself blush a little. it's only when you pull away that he's able to regain his head.

"it's still bad," you throw away the napkins and re-evaluate the garment. "jesus christ, it's a nice sweater, too."

"hey, it's totally fine. I can just wash it out." he lets out a slight chuckle, and the sound makes your heart flutter. he's got a dad laugh. deep in his chest.

"baking soda and water." you say abruptly. he frowns.

"what?"

"to get the stain out? I use baking soda and water for coffee stains and it usually works." you explain gently, your eyes meeting again. his irises are a brownish hazel color, warm. the laugh lines by them are charming.

"oh," he grins. "do you get coffee stains often?"

you twist your mouth to the side and glance at the windows of the coffee shop. he's teasing you and you'd be remiss if you said you don't want to play along. "more than I'd like to admit."

you can feel him looking at you with that stupidly brilliant smile and it's really setting you off-kilter. someone shouldn't be that attractive; it's not fair. and yet you want desperately to stare, if purely for the sake of aesthetic enjoyment.

"I'm Matthew." he extends his hand, which is decorated with a series of rings. you realize that you don't even know his name.

"Y/N." you shake. his fingers are softer than you expected.

"nice to meet you, Y/N."

"and under such fortuitous circumstances." the corners of your mouth turn up as you relax a little.

he laughs at your words, the delightful ring of it interrupted by a new Americano showing up on the counter. he glances at the to-go cup, then at you, then goes to get his drink. you wish you knew what he was thinking, but he's not displaying anything past friendliness.

"well, um." something like disappointment settles in your stomach as you recognize this will be the last of your interaction. there's no reason for him to stick around, and you need to get back home to work, anyway.

"I'll let you get back to your day." Matthew doesn't seem nervous, just unsure as he grips the coffee in his hand. you open and close your mouth like something impressive enough to keep him here will come out. you know it won't.

and then you remember the state of affairs, the existence of your useless car and the useless phone in the front seat, how you're going to have to call Triple A and then your roommate to come get you.

Matthew realizes that you aren't going to say anything and he gives you one last smile and an awkward wave before turning to go. you watch in silence as he crosses the room to the door. two more seconds until he's out of your life forever. so of course you choose this exact moment to speak.

"wait."

his head jerks suddenly to look at you. this is embarrassing, but you have nothing to lose.

"can I... borrow your phone?"

Matthew tilts his head to the side slightly, frowning as though deeply confused. and you suppose it is a strange thing to ask, especially given that you're a younger person and most people your age carry their phones everywhere. "sure." he walks back over to you, pulling his cell out of his pocket.

"I just--" you fumble with the device while you decide how to phrase it without sounding like a pathetic mess. "my car keeps breaking down and my phone battery is, like, totally fucked, so it just turns off and on constantly and it’s still in my car but it’s raining and I just wanna see if it’s back on so I can call my roommate." you immediately cringe at yourself. the rambling isn’t cute.

he’s not too bothered by your panicking, though, his mouth only forming an O shape. "it’s no problem."

you dial your number, fingers trembling while he waits. he's turned his eyes to the rest of the coffee shop, but it still makes you nervous that he's standing right there. you put the cell to your ear and pray that it rings out.

you’re greeted by the sound of your own voice telling you to leave a message. great. with a frustrated sigh, you hang up and Matthew gives you an inquisitive expression.

“it’s still off,” you explain. “I’m gonna call my roommate.”

he nods and shoves his hands into his pockets while you punch in the other number. for a split second, you peek his way and admire his side profile. he really is something to behold; a model, maybe.

"hello?" good thing Cecilia has no problem answering unknown numbers. you bite your lip.

"hey, it's me."

"Y/N? whose phone are you using?"

"uh, someone I just met--" you frown as you try to find a way to describe him without something as insulting as a random guy. "anyway, my car broke down so I was wondering if you could pick me up."

there's a pause on the other end of the line, like the movement of sheets and the slightly disappointed groan of another person. she probably has her boyfriend over again. "sure, of course. where are you?"

you give her the address and hang up before dialing the car repair company. Matthew gestures to a table off to the side so that you two don't need to stand, and then you sit down across from him. you're so distracted by the person on the other end of the line that you don't even think about it.

Matthew twists his rings on his fingers. he's fidgety and it's sort of cute. you try not to stare at his hands, at the black spot of ink on the outside of his pinky. either he writes a lot or he's an artist. you have to focus on the table in order to keep from blushing.

finally, you finish up with the phone and hand it back to him. "you're a life saver."

"do you want me to wait with you until your friend gets here?" he gestures out the window. your immediate reaction is to say yes. it'll be awkward to sit here alone without your phone, without coffee. but you don't want to keep him any longer than you already have.

"it's okay, I'm sure you have places to be." you smile accommodatingly. he chooses his next words carefully, it seems.

"I don't, really. but I'll leave you alone if that's what you want, too." the way he speaks, offering his company without trying to impose... something about it makes your heart melt a bit. you appreciate his thoughtfulness. it makes you want to know more.

"okay," you nod as you make your decision. "if you wanna stay. it shouldn't be too long."

"great," he settles back into his chair, the light from the café lights above you reflecting off the lenses of his glasses. "why does your car keep breaking down?"

you exhale sharply at the thought. "that's a really good question, because I don't know the answer. it's super old and I'm too broke to afford a new one."

he nods.

Matthew's mind turns to different avenues at this knowledge. he knows you're young and that usually means that there isn't a lot of spare income. and he doesn't know if you have a job. but what he does know is that you've got an energy about you-- a sweet, well-intentioned manner that draws him in. every once in a while throughout the conversation, you throw out certain phrases that hint at a quick-witted intelligence.

you're funny, but not boldly so. and when you two get on the topic of how you ended up rain-soaked, shoving your way into a Los Angeles café, you tell him about your day.

"--and I have this shitty job right now working for one of my old professor's friends, so it's not like I can afford to constantly repair the damages. all my money is going towards my savings so I can pay for grad school, anyway." you sigh. he listens intently to your words, and he never shies away from eye contact. every time he nods along, you practically feel your heart leap.

"what do you do?" he asks.

"I write for a wellness magazine, but I'm sort of a fraud." you joke.

he laughs. "why's that?"

"I don't know, a lot of it is about different yoga methods and meditation, stuff like that-- but I don't do any of that in my daily life." you admit. it should be embarrassing, but you don't feel ashamed of the fact. he seems to find it funny.

"working your way toward a different kind of job, then?"

"I'm hoping for a more editorial role, honestly, but..." you lift your eyes to his. they're bright, he notices; full of a deep-rooted hope. "gotta start somewhere, right?"

"very true." Matthew wants to tell you just how much he understands, about the roles as an actor he's taken and the hours he spent making films in college, just hoping that one day he'd be able to make things on his own, but he doesn't want to scare you away or sound like he's bragging. it's not your fault you don't know who he is.

"sorry," you speak through a silence he doesn't realize he's left between you two. "I've talked your ear off and you don't even really know me. what do you do?"

"oh--" Matthew actually blushes this time. you see the pink creeping up his neck. "I'm an actor."

in the same way they did when you ran into him, your eyes widen. "an actor?"

"yeah," he smiles at the expression on your face. "you know that show, Criminal Minds?"

the name is familiar, but you've never seen an episode. "yeah, of course."

"I'm in that."

you don't know a lot about the program, but you've heard it talked about and you know that it's a popular show. so this guy is an actual actor, not just some LA wannabe. that makes him about five times more intimidating. you feel even more idiotic for not seeing it before.

"oh, shit," the words tumble out. Matthew grins at the bluntness of your reaction, and you scramble to recover. "sorry I didn't know who you are."

"no worries!" he laughs it off. "it's not a big deal."

"do you like it?" you ask. "being famous, I mean."

he shifts in his seat for a second as he makes a face like he doesn't know how to answer. you wonder if there's something deeper to him that you just haven't seen, yet. secret feelings about the subject. "I'm really not very famous, but I love the work."

genuinely humble. you can see it in his face, the sparkle in his eyes. and maybe he's just charming and you're just a girl blinded by his attractiveness, but your gut tells you that he's being real.

this time, you're the one who falls silent. admittedly, you get a little in your head sometimes. and it makes sense, now, the smoothness of his behavior and the sheer beauty of his face. this is a show business city-- of course he's famous.

Matthew's phone rings and he jumps, as if jolted from a dream. your attention moves immediately to the screen and you recognize Cecilia's number. he pushes the device over to you.

"hello?" your voice sounds far away.

"hey, I'm here. where are you?" she says.

"I'm just inside the café."

"oh, okay, I'll park and come in--" you hear the click of a seatbelt and start to panic. she can't see you in here with him.

"no!" you say too loudly. Matthew's head jerks up to frown at you.

"why not?" Cecilia asks, confused.

"no reason," god, you're a bad liar. "I'll come out and we can wait for the Triple A person in your car." you and Matthew make eye contact again. he gives you an understanding smile. your stomach flips.

"sounds good." she hangs up and you grab your umbrella. time to go.

"thanks for letting me use your phone." you stand, not really wanting to say goodbye but also lacking a reason to stay. he remains in his spot, seemingly now settled into this little corner of the café. it sort of suits him, this place. all cozy and slightly strange.

“happy to help.” you notice the tip of his tongue dart out over his bottom lip as if deliberating whether or not to say anything further. but he doesn’t and you feel awkward just standing there by the table.

“I’ll, uh…” you could ask for his number. but that would be weird, right? he doesn’t really seem to have an interest, anyway. “I’ll see you around, then.”

“yeah. it was nice to meet you, Y/N.” he gives one more of those killer smiles and you turn around, almost bumping into a display of coffee beans before correcting yourself and heading back outside.

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leiawritesstories · 3 years

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Improbability

Rowaelin Month, Day 26: You’re seeing my roommate and accidentally walked into my shower. Featuring Sam and Rowan as roommates. :)))

Word count: 1542

Warnings: language, little bit of math gobbledygook that I stole from my stats class.

Enjoy!

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“Mate, you alright with my girlfriend coming over today?” Sam called out to his roommate. “We’re probably going out, but I asked her over here first.”

Rowan pulled out one of his earbuds and stuck his head out his bedroom door. “Yeah, that’s totally fine, just for God’s sake warn me if you’re going to do the dirty on our couch, bud.”

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!” Sam yelled, “and I was 100 percent sure you had football!”

“It’s called soccer, Cortland!” Rowan laughed, never missing the chance to poke at his British roommate.

“Whatever, mate. You’re good with Ae hanging out here for a bit, yeah?”

“Sure am. She’s a fun person.” Rowan put his earbud back in and returned to doing his homework, or rather, swearing at his statistics textbook. Some fifteen minutes later, he heard the door of his and Sam’s dorm open.

“Anybody home?” enquired a throaty female voice. “Someone told me he was at home, but obviously he’s too busy to go out today. Guess I’ll just go drink with the girls, then.”

“And leave me lonely?” Sam asked.

Aelin Galathynius, who’d been dating Sam for almost two years now, smiled. “Never.”

He returned the grin and pulled her into the living room, where their conversation faded into a blur of noise too dim for Rowan to interpret. Not that he minded…much. Aelin was hilarious, though, and he loved hearing her make cracks at Sam’s British habits, her friends, her day, and pretty much anything else she thought deserved a snarky comment.

Slamming his stats book closed, Rowan huffed a sigh and decided that he could use a quick shower to relax a little before heading out to training. He grabbed his towel and a bar of soap and went into the tiny dorm shower, which was low enough that he, at 6’3,” had to crouch to fit under the shower head. Grumbling to himself about the stupidity of whatever idiot architect designed dormitory showers, he stood under the stream of hot water and tried to make sense of all he still had to do. Which was too much. After somewhere around five minutes, he stuck his head out of the shower, realizing the dorm had gone awfully quiet.

Maybe Sam and Aelin were out, then, he thought.

Rowan turned off the shower and reached for his towel, giving himself a quick dry-off before stepping out. He was just wrapping the towel around his waist when the door swept open.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I didn’t realize you were in here!” gasped Aelin.

Rowan gaped at her, forgetting that the only thing between her and a prime view of what he may or may not have been doing in the shower was a dark green bath towel.

A too-thin green bath towel.

Aelin’s turquoise eyes traveled down his frame, decidedly not missing a single detail. A pink flush spread over her cheekbones, and she hastily backed out of the bathroom and shut the door with a firm click.

Rowan swallowed whatever he’d thought he might have said and told his raging male hormones to calm the hell down. Quickly, before anyone else could walk in on him, he pulled on his practice jersey and sweats and went back to his room, where he grabbed his soccer bag and hauled ass for the gym.

He spent the entire 90-minute workout trying and miserably failing to get the image of Aelin Galathynius in her unfairly attractive blouse and miniskirt blushing at his nearly-nude self out of his mind. When he got back to his dorm, having showered in the locker room, this time without anyone interrupting, Sam and Aelin were gone. Sam had left a note on his bedroom door, stating that he’d probably be back around three. Checking his watch, Rowan groaned. It was almost two, and he’d broken down and signed up for stats tutoring at four.

He just hoped that whoever the tutor was, they’d be able to help him get his mathematical shit together and pass the course.

Two hours later, Rowan walked into the library and took a seat in the study room marked with a sign that read “STATS 320 TUTORING 4 PM.” Nobody else was there, but to be fair, he was a little early. He plopped his textbook, notebook, and calculator onto the table and waited.

And nearly fell off his chair when Aelin Galathynius walked into the room.

“What the hell?”

“What the hell, what?” she asked, obviously amused at his reaction.

“I--I didn’t expect to see you here, that’s what the hell. You here for tutoring too?”

“Yes and no.” Rowan blinked in confusion. Aelin’s little smirk grew bigger. “I am the tutor, Rowan. You’re here for my assistance…and expertise.” She winked.

He felt himself flush at the image that conjured. “Yeah, expertise, in stats, right?” He knew full well he was stammering like a fourteen-year-old on his first date, but that about summed up how his roommate’s girlfriend made him feel right now.

“Correct.” Just like that, Aelin was all business. She set her backpack down, closed the door, and sat across from Rowan. “So. How can I help?”

He sighed. “I’m stuck. I need this class, it’s the last math I have to take for my major, I’m usually decent at math, and I’m fucking stuck on a concept my professor said was fucking simple.”

Aelin listened to his mini rant without comment. She pulled out her own stats notebook and calculator from her backpack and slipped on a pair of glasses. Rowan cocked his head.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“Reading glasses, Whitethorn. I’m supposed to wear them whenever I’m reading, on my laptop, or studying, but do I? Hell no.” She grinned. “Don’t tell my optometrist.”

“Given that I don’t know them, no problem.” He returned her grin.

She flexed her fingers and turned her attention to Rowan’s math. “Right, big bad soccer boy. Where are you stuck?”

He flipped his book to the section on conditional probability distributions. “Here. I took notes, and it seemed logical enough, but I completely tanked the quiz we just had, and I don’t know where I went wrong.”

Aelin scanned the quiz. “You’re reading the graphs wrong.”

“What?”

“Conditional probability is the probability of an event occurring given that a certain condition is satisfied.” She opened her notebook to a blank page and drew a horizontal line. “Any time you see a condition, that condition goes in the denominator.” She pointed to one of the problems he’d answered wrong on the quiz. “What’s this question asking you to determine?”

“Probability that a student chosen at random is an engineer given that the selected student is female.”

“Right. So, you take the condition, the ‘given,’ and put that number in the denominator. Remember you’re only looking at the row labeled ‘female,’ because that’s the condition. Once the condition’s written in, you find the other part of the question, in this case the number of female engineers. Put that number in the numerator, divide by the denominator, and there you have the probability. Does that make sense?”

“Condition in the denominator…” Rowan mumbled, writing it in his notes. He looked up at Aelin and smacked his hand flat on the table. “Aelin, I’m a fucking idiot. I spent so much time trying to look at the totals that I didn’t remember to keep the condition, I--goddammit, I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Rowan, lots of people struggle with conditional probability at first.”

“I’ll bet you didn’t.”

“Oh, I did. A lot.”

“Really? But you just explained this shit to me better than my professor.”

“I…I happen to like stats. Might be part of my major description, but I just find working with the numbers extremely satisfying.”

“What’s your major?” he asked, intrigued.

“Don’t judge me.”

“Nope. Promise.”

“I’m in finance.”

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m impressed.”

She blushed. “Thanks. It’s a lot of stats and spreadsheets and yelling at each other about the stock market, but I really love it.”

“You’re making me look bad; I’m just your standard pre-PT student athlete”

“Standard pre-PT student athlete,” she mocked, “don’t sell yourself short, Whitethorn. Pre-PT is nothing shabby.”

“Yeah, but not remembering a stupidly easy math concept sure as hell is.”

She snickered. “Fair enough. Is there anything else I can help you with, or is that all for this session?”

He flipped through his notes. “That’s all I had for today, but I’ll probably be back at some point whining about another tricky concept.”

Aelin grinned, closing her notebook. “Wait until you get into chi-squared models. I’ll be here then, waiting for all the stats students to come crying to me while I plug seventeen equations into my spreadsheet and hope it actually calculates the quarterly interest this time.”

Rowan shook his head. “You lost me at ‘chi-squared,’ Aelin.”

“Oh, trust me, it’s fun.”

“As much fun as you and Sam have?”

Her voice dropped to a sultry purr. “Your couch would know.”

Before he could sputter out a response, she’d shouldered her backpack and was walking out the door. Rowan watched Aelin Galathynius leave, wondering how fast he could make up an excuse to talk to his roommate’s brilliant girlfriend again.

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koocycle · 3 years

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play thing | drabble series (iii)

pairing. basketball player!jungkook x female reader

summary. jungkook is aware of the fact that you’re not his to love, yet he’s determined to show you what you’re missing out on.

wc. 2435

warnings. mild explicit language, suggestive themes.

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“Do you think he would notice if we’d fuck here?”

The question is ridiculous yet amusing to the ear, but you’re still having a hard time finding it in yourself to laugh at the remarkable query. And that’s most likely because Jungkook’s voice falls heavy in the shell of your ear even as you attempt to ignore him the best you can. Yet the act seems harder than usual when his pretty fingertips start gazing over your clothed waist, softly nipping at the flimsy material of your tight shirt in between his pleasing, tattooed fingers.

“He would.” So I wouldn’t try anything if I were you, is what you mean to add, yet the words don’t manage to slip any further than your charming lips that seem sealed shut as soon as you look at him in the eyes.

‘‘Do you think he would care?’’

This one seems to shut you up soon enough – you’re not entirely sure if the answer to that will suit your fight against the man behind you, and the jerk knows that. Because you don’t even have to look at him to see the grin that’s growing on his pretty features.

It’s taking you one more look upon the living room of which is connected to the rather chilly kitchen you’re finding yourself in before you can come up with a decent answer. The silence hurts your ears, but you have no other choice than to stay quiet by his side. Both you and Jungkook know the situation you’re finding yourself in, lying won’t do you any justice.

Your boyfriend’s dyed, blonde locks are astounding and vibrant alongside his fellow teammates on the sofa. They’re yelling at something that happens in the game playing in front of their noses, multiple chaotic arms pointing at the big screen and already loud voices which are only increasing in volume. And you can only guess there’s no good coming out of it.

“Of course he’d care.” You carry on your act, and you’re not entirely sure if it is you or Jungkook you’re attempting to convince here, but it doesn’t seem to work either way, “He is my boyfriend, after all.”

All the lights in Minho’s apartment are turned off, the only ounce of lighting available being the one coming from the big screen in the living area. And that might as well be for the best, considering Jungkook’s sneering eyes that are boring holes in the side of your face right now. He doesn’t seem satisfied with your answer, certainly not when your lips grow into a content, irritatingly smug grin. You probably think you’re the shit now.

“Are you sure about that?” He questions, the fingers that were previously playing with the fabric of your shirt tightening in the heat of his palm as for right now. He can’t keep his hands to himself today, but it seems like you don’t really mind the way today’s play is going.

“So if I do this,” both his hands position themselves down your waist, finding their place on your hips before he slams his chest against your back, “he would come running to punch me in the face right now?”

When his head dips into the crook of your neck, a gasp is leaving your lips and it’s only feeding onto his ego, especially when he can feel you freeze under his fingertips. His lips are only inches removed from the skin on the side of your throat, yet his hot breath spreading down its place is taking an enormous toll on you.

His fingers tighten around both of your hipbones, head dipping even further down your neck to place a wet peck on the spot, a gasp leaving you once a pair of dampened lips make contact with you skin.

‘‘He’d kick me out of his shitty dorm?’’ He stupidly laughs in the crook of your neck, the vibrations against you being anything but sly, but you doubt he even worries about something silly like that. ‘‘Don’t fool yourself, ___. He isn’t even looking.’’

His index fingers that were wrapped around your hips just earlier make a move to tilt your chin up, yet the action doesn’t seem to revolve around him – no, he’s making you look up at Minho. And even though the feeling of his fingertips isn’t overbearing underneath your chin, merely being there for moral support, you don’t make a move to pull your gaze away from your boyfriend.

‘‘Do you think he would care?’’

You don’t need Jungkook to constantly remind you that Minho doesn’t give more than 2 fucks about you, because you’re able to do that yourself just perfectly fine. But what gives him the right to talk about your relationship like that? As if his opinion is relevant to you even the slightest way – he’s ridiculous.

‘‘Cut it out, Jungkook.’’ You snarl in between your gritted teeth, the sweet tone from before completely disappearing as you feel yourself heating up now.

‘‘Or what? Are you going to tell him?’’ His lips are making movements that send shivers down your spine, and you have to refrain your head from falling down to rest on his shoulder, ‘‘I think you’re enjoying this far too much to be putting this to a stop, no?’’

‘‘You’re nothing special.’’ You say, but your body language proves him otherwise. The heavy weight of your head is betraying you, the way you fall limp in his embrace proving his every word to be correct.

He pays no attention to your previous statement, not feeling the need to prove you wrong when both of you already know the deal, ‘‘Tell me why you’re here today.’’ He says instead, voice lower than before.

‘‘Did you invite yourself over because you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend,’’ flat hands slide down over your clothed belly, large palms reaching lower to the place you desperately need him, ‘‘or because you knew I’d be here?”

You stop him before he can get too far, your own hands clutching own just as desperately. ‘‘Me being here has nothing to do with you.’’

The lie is obvious and perhaps a little lacking in itself, the eager tone in your voice merely being there to overpower him. The attempt was there, but the execution could have been worked on.

His fingers are playing with the belt loops of your jeans, solely hooking his thumbs through them as he pushes you more against him – which he doesn’t even have to put a lot of effort into, not when you sloppily fall against him with your hips wedged to his own, no fight notable in your body. He uses his tallest fingers to reach out from their place to hover over the closed zipper that keeps your panties hidden – and you can’t find it in yourself to break away from him.

‘‘Go to your boyfriend, then.’’ He says, his breath tickling underneath your ear. ‘‘I’m not holding you back.’’

You’re sure it’s the conceited tone in his voice that has something snapping inside of you – most likely the thick layer of confidence nagging at you to stay in your lane. And you have to remind yourself that you’re completely falling for him, melting in his embrace as if your boyfriend isn’t mere feet away from the two of you. As if this Jungkook guy has some kind of effect on you.

Pfft. As if.

You don’t say anything as you remove your body from his own, and neither does he. Yet both of his arms fall slack besides his posture when you look back at him, the tip of his tongue pocking the inside of his cheek. And you know it irks him, yet you’d have to walk over his dead body for him to say it out loud.

If he wanted you to go to your boyfriend, then you will. He can kiss your ass for all you care.

Stupid, hot basketball jock.

With no seats left over of which are relatively close to your boyfriend, you find yourself sitting on the arm of the couch. Annoyed and pissed beyond your limits. He doesn’t reach out for you to make you feel included alongside his friends and neither do you wait (nor want) for him to do so.

You don’t know where Jungkook is, and you force yourself not to care about him for much longer. He didn’t follow you into the living room like as you assumed he would, and for all you know, he could have silently left already the dorm already.

The idea of that doesn’t sit right with you, though. The void in the pit of your stomach is only expanding at the thought of you sitting here with Minho and his friends, watching some stupid game you’re barely interested in. With you being here, bored and out of your mind, does nothing to spark your boyfriend’s interest – and it’s not like you expected much different when you walked through his door today. Your mind is already looping down a hole of excuses you’ll be throwing into his face as soon as you can get out of here.

‘‘Minho,’’ you eventually speak up, fingers nudging his shoulder. ‘‘I’m leaving now.’’

He only hums in response, a quick and effortless ‘‘mhm’’ leaving his closed lips. Eyes trained on the screen in front of him as he unappealingly munches on some popcorn, the greasy saltiness sticking to his fingertips.

He’s not asking you why you’re leaving, and you don’t think it’s happening any time soon. Except doesn’t matter this time, because again, you didn’t expect anything else to happen. His friends are focused on the game, so you’re no use to him at this moment. Not when he can’t show you off in front of the world.

As if on cue, Jungkook comes strolling into the living area as soon as you stand up from your seat on the armrest. A bright red, nearly perfect looking apple rests in the center of his palm as he’s chewing on the remaining pieces in his mouth, flawless and sharp eyebrows just slightly furrowed.

He barely looks at you as he walks by, feet moving to his previous spot on Minho’s cornered sofa, yet he raises an unabashed eyebrow once he catches a glimpse of you. As if asking you where you’re heading to, but at the same time telling you he could care less if you were actually to leave.

That’s a lie though. You know that much.

Seeing the way he falls down on the couch with a huff, cockily munching on the sweet pieces of apple on his tongue; you can see right through him. He doesn’t want you gone.

The guy enjoyed shoving all the blame on you tonight, telling you how much you needed him, yet you know he is in an all too eager frame of mind for your presence just as much as you are for his. And it’ll be a hard job to get him to say it out loud, but you might as well think Jungkook is a challenge you’d gratefully accept tonight.

So in honor of him, you’ll stay just a little longer.

‘‘What are you doing?’’ Minho’s voice rummages through the room when you suddenly decide to slip into his lap, knees on both of his sides as your ass pokes out on his thighs. It doesn’t grab the boys’ attention just yet, only a few glances here and there before they quickly avert back to the game, scooping more loads of popcorn and coke down their throats.

But you can feel the eyes of a certain someone on you.

‘‘I want to cuddle with you.’’ You shrug, resting your head on the base of his shoulder, angled perfectly in a way where you can take Jungkook’s expression in. The dude doesn’t look happy. ‘‘I’ve missed you.’’

Jungkook doesn’t even pretend as if he’s interested in the game, not towards you nor his teammates. They’re not paying much attention to him, anyways. His harsh stare is only locking with your own as he slumps down his seat on the sofa, legs spread apart before you attempt on not looking down once he does so.

‘‘Did you miss me too?’’ You don’t want a genuine answer from him. Heck, you hardly hear him once he mutters an uninterested ‘of course I did’, and instead your fingers lock with his, guiding them down your ass.

And you’re glad his larger hands rest there without question, in full view of the guy you currently have wrapped around your finger. You can see his tongue poking in the inside of his cheek again, which is more than a good sign. He repositions himself quite a few times in his place, hoping the daggers he’s shooting in your direction are put into good use and you’ll back the fuck off soon enough.

There’s no luck on his side when your fingers come up to rest on your boyfriend’s jaw, solely being there for show when your lips make contact with the skin underneath his jawline.

‘‘Do you think they would notice if we’d fuck here?’’ Your voice is sharp and confident in the crook of his neck, the volume of your voice loud enough to catch some ears in the room.

Minho’s head shoots down to look at you as soon as the words escape your lips, totally caught off guard as well as the other boys who seem shocked as well – yet you couldn’t care less about them. Jungkook’s eyes are boring into yours and that’s all that matters at this right moment.

He’s stopped munching on the apple pieces in his mouth, swallowing them down his throat with some effort, his hand is tightening around the pretty colored fruit as he can already feel his body heating up at the sudden reference.

‘‘I don’t think they would care.’’ You continue to blabber on, the guy on the other side of the couch feeling a little tense in the current situation he’s finding himself in.

‘‘Babe..’’ Minho’s uncertain voice booms through his chest as he continues to mumble something about the game, but your focus isn’t on him. Instead you have found your center of attention elsewhere.

Else, where his hands drop down in between his spread legs, cupping the inner sides of his thighs. His jaw clenched so tightly that you’re able to catch the sharp jawline from this distance as the two rows of teeth are clutched against one another – unable to open up.

You’re leading this game. And you’re loving it.

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smoochkooks · 3 years

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—chapter two: of peonies and broken promises

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

word count: 1.4k words

summary: you are twenty-four, hopelessly in love with your best friend and the smell of peonies still makes you nauseous, just like it did eleven years ago.

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Jungkook's apartment is an epitome of him.

Wherever you look, you spot a piece of him. A single, wooden shelf in the living room where he placed all his analog cameras, because he loves photography. The replica of Van Gogh's Starry night hanging just above the navy blue couch, because he loves art. White walls of his bedroom decorated with movie posters; among them the newest addition to the collection: French Parasite poster you remember him buying recently. He traded stupid amount of money for it and you'd scold him for doing so if you didn’t know how much he enjoys cinematography.

Staring at this back as he makes coffee, you almost forget why you came her in first place. It's trivial: the latest software update on your laptop made it work more sluggish for some unknown to you reason. Jungkook has always been good with technology (hence his degree in digital art), helping you fix things on your laptop whenever the issue isn’t too complicated for him to deal with it on his own.

You feel a little embarrassed, asking him for help again (as if he wasn’t installing a new antivirus software for you a few weeks ago) but Jungkook beat you to it, assuring you it was absolutely fine before you could recite a round of apologies upon entering his apartment.

It’s just the way he is – the kindest, most selfless person you have ever met. Helping others seems to be etched into his brain for good.

“Here you go,” he says, placing a cup coffee in front of you. “I still haven’t quite figured out how the coffee machine works so I hope it doesn’t taste like shit.”

You smile, wrapping your fingers around the cup. Jungkook is a tea person, something he most definitely took after his mother, who has a separate cabinet in the kitchen filled with various kinds of tea. That’s why it’s so funny to you that somehow he insisted on buying a ridiculously expensive coffee machine a few months ago when he moved into his new apartment.

You wish you could focus on the delicate scent of his blueberry tea. You wish you could let yourself be overwhelmed by the aroma of your freshly made coffee. Anything.

Instead, all you can process is the intense, nauseous smell of the peonies standing right before you.

They’re definitely new, wrapped up prettily and ready to be gifted to someone special. Jungkook notices your lingering gaze, and clears his throat.

“Soojin's coming later today. They’re her favourite.”

He didn’t need to give any explanation to you. It’s his life, his girlfriend, his plans, her favourite flowers, her perfect boyfriend. You’re just you. Yet for some unknown to you reason, he felt and urge to mention it anyway.

“I didn’t peg you for the gentleman type.” you say to break the awkward silence. It’s anything but true, so Jungkook snorts in response.

“Aish, I always give you a single red rose for your birthday, Valentine’s Day and Women's day as well! And we know each other for eighteen years!” he reasons, somewhat defensive.

You force yourself to grin. “I know, I know. I was just fucking with you,” He huffs and takes a sip of his tea. As soon as he does that, he regrets it, muttering “Shit, it’s hot.” under his breath. “Soojin's lucky to have you.” you add.

Despite coming off as a confident person on daily basis, Jungkook gets insecure too.

You remember vividly the look in his eyes when he told you he didn’t deserve her. It was right at the beginning of their relationship, they were still getting to know each other and Jungkook couldn’t possibly understand why out of all the boys Soojin could date, she had chosen him. A digital art major who liked talking about cinematography and ate ramen at 2am in the morning when he couldn’t sleep.

Back then, you wished he could see himself with your eyes. For you, he was far more attractive than any guy you saw on campus. For you, he was talented, hardworking, passionate. No doubt Soojin fell for him.

But Jungkook was twenty-one back then. He lacked self-assurance he has now. It irritated you that he viewed Soojin as some sort of goddess who took pity on him. Although a lot has changed since, he still could quite literally kiss the ground she walks on.

You watch as a small tingle of blush covers the apples of his cheeks. Pink, just like the peonies standing before you. Pink, just like the flowers you hate so much.

11 years ago

June was beautiful that year. You spent most of your time after school in Jungkook's garden, seated by the wooden table and doing your homework.

His mother besides tea, loved planting flowers. And June was the month of peonies. There was so many of them, invading your senses with their sweet yet nauseous smell.

Jungkook was scribbling something in his notebook. You doubted it was anything Math-related, judging by the quick and harsh strokes of his pen. ‘’Do you know Sana?” he asked out of the blue, startling you.

“That new girl from Japan? What about her?”

“Jimin says she has a crush on me.” he answered, his eyes still glued to the paper. You noticed he was sketching some anime character's angry face.

Your eyes involuntarily widened. “How does Jimin know that?”

“Dunno. He told me he heard some girls talking about it in cafeteria the other day.” Finally, he dropped his pen and looked up. His brows were furrowed and he had a sour look on his face. “I don’t want her to have a crush on me.”

At that, your heart started beating faster. You were just fourteen and yet already so stupidly in love with your best friend. “Why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

You knew girls were checking out Jungkook here and there. He was a top athlete, had good grades and had grown at least ten centimeters taller over the year. He also had let his mother (and you) convince him to cut his hair shorter lately, getting rid of the emo fringe he was sporting for the past six months. Of course some pretty girl like Sana would have a crush on him.

Somehow, Jungkook had always been oblivious to that, or at least you thought so. This was the first time he decided to talk to you about it.

He sighed, looking away from you as if he was embarrassed all of a sudden. You could swear you saw his cheeks flush. “Because I don’t even like her. You’re the only girl I can stand being with.”

Now it was your turn to blush. As best as you could, you tried to ignore the funny, giddy feeling in your chest. “You know you'll have to marry some girl one day, right?”

“Then I’ll ask you to marry me,” Jungkook said and for the first time since he had started this conversation, he actually looked you in the eye. When he saw your shocked expression, he mumbled, “Maybe in like… ten years or something. Once we are out of college.”

You snorted, nudging his side. Despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you regained your composure. “Do you think I will put up with your for that long?”

“We know each other since we were six and you haven’t run away yet. Besides, I’m the only boy you aren’t scared to talk to.”

“Hey! That’s–Maybe it’ll change in the future! Maybe–”

Jungkook ignored you and instead thrusted his pinky finger in your direction. You stopped speaking right away. Pinky promises held little significance yet for some reason, you felt like it was a serious situation. And if the determined look on your best friend's face was anything to go by, he thought the same.

“If we don’t find anyone worth giving our heart to by the time we are twenty-five, let’s get married. Promise?”

You were astonished, to say the least, staring at this hand with wide eyes. You were only fourteen back then and to hear something like that from the boy you loved was like a teenage dream come true. You replied with blind devotion. Because there was only one, good answer to such question.

“Promise.”

You are twenty-four now, hopelessly in love with your best friend and the smell of peonies still makes you nauseous.

#jungkook smut #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #ksmutclub #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #my writing #an ode to a broken heart

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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motherfucker

anyways end of the series part one part two part three

Atsumu x reader

warnings: smut, title kink?, pregnancy, angst, love-hate relationship, swearing.

word count: 2,500 (about)

summary: you hate your husband, Atsumu, and he loves you he loves you so so much. and well now there's just one more person in your life that you can't deal with and Atsumu loves.

Atsumu was having a great night before you shoved him off the bed. He went crashing to the floor taking the covers down with him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he cried his voice garbled and raspy. His head ached and his vision was blurry around the edges hungover.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” you spat looming over him still on the bed shoving your hand in his face so he could see the cheap gold ring. Oh. Oh. He grinned.

“Is that any way to wake up your husband?” he teased, holding up his own hand showing you the matching ring. Oh, you were so going to kill him. Before you could get something to hit him with he scrambled to his feet and looped his arm around your waist pulling you against his chest and kissing you. You melted against him kissing him back. You were so responsive to him. He pushed you back laying you down on the bed.

“We could be spending this morning a lot more pleasurably, If you’d just shut up,” he hummed trailing his hand down your bare chest.

“We’re getting this annulled,” you huffed. Atsumu ignored that and kept kissing you moving his hands up and down your body. He’d loved you since he’d met you, and he kept loving you even after the breakup, he wasn’t ready to let you go. You spread your legs for him, your poor puffy cunt looking abused from the night before, he’d have to be gentle with you.

“You can’t just fix this with sex,” you snapped digging your hands in his hair holding him close as you rolled your hips against his hand. He just hummed. Fucking watch me, he thought.

Atsumu kissed you slow and tenderly as he gently pet your clit. He didn’t even push his fingers inside of you just slowly teasing your entrance you squirmed against him whimpering pathetically against his lips. You wanted more, no you needed more.

“Who’s making you feel good?” Atsumu asked possibly. You blinked up stupidly at him, your mouth slightly agape as you tried to figure out what he meant.

“Y-you are Tsumu,”

“I know princess but that’s not what I’m looking for,” he teased

“Daddy,” you tried again, he shook his head. You balled your fists in the sheets and averted your gaze. You wouldn’t say it, you didn’t think you could force the words out of your mouth. Atsumu ran his tongue over the shell of your ear before grazing the lobe with his teeth, sending a shudder down your spine. Fuck. he knew you too well.

“My husband- My husband is making me feel good,” you cried out. Atsumu shuddered, he had already resolved not to fuck you, just loosen you up a little bit but hearing you cry out like that.

“That’s right baby, your husband,” he whispered. Your husband was going to make you cum.

This time Atsumu was determined to make things work with you. His fucked schedule usually meant he was away for weeks at a time, but it seemed to work with you. If anything it seemed like you’d kill him if you had to spend any more time with him.

As it where the two of you had a nice little schedule. When he was in town, you’d spend as much time together as you could. You’d go on dates and sleep together and generally be a happily married couple, he even bought you a real ring, although he hadn’t given it to you yet. It felt too intimate to propose to you again. Then he’d leave for a game and he’d call you at night, or if you were in different timezones whenever would be night for you.

You’d tell him about your day, and listen about his. Sometimes he told you he loved you, you pretended you didn't heat that. He almost always told you he missed you because he did. that, at least you said back to him. He just didn’t know if you meant it.

Atsumu woke up with you in your bed. He smiled and snuggled closer to you, kissing the crown of your head. You blinked up at him sleepily. And smiled. “Good morning baby,” he croaked.

“When did you get home?” you asked rolling on top of him and stroking his cheek, matching his grin with one of your own.

“Late late last night, way too late to wake you up,” he said pulling you down into a sweet loving kiss.

“I’m sorry baby, I let you get back to sleep,” you said, moving to roll off of him. Tsumu clamped his hands around your waist. Like hell he was letting you go.

“I slept on the flight,” he grumbled, kissing you again. Breathing in your scent feeling your skin and just holding you. His wonderful beautiful spouse. He’d missed you. He kissed you slowly, his jaw working as your mouth moved with his. You stroked his jaw and held him.

“So what’s first now that you’re home? Coffee or Sex? or do you want to go in the kitchen and combine the two?” you asked.

“Fuck you’re perfect, I love you,” he laughed. You flinched. He said it so often you should be used to it now. You weren’t. You were still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to come home and tell you that he found someone else, that this wasn’t working, he wanted more he wanted someone else.

You looked down at him and smiled, running your thumb over the shitty ring that turned your finger green. You loved him so so much.

“Show me how much you missed me," you said leaning down like you were going to kiss him, his eyes fluttered shut waiting before your lips touched his you leaped off of him and ran away, Atsumu spluttered and tripped over himself chasing after you.

“HEY!” he shouted rounding the corner, you had a good head start on him but he was the athlete after all you shrieked when he scooped you up in his arms taking you down to the couch.

“Gotcha-” he laughed and started kissing every piece of you he could get at, tickling you. At first, the kisses were fun and playful but quickly he started nipping at your neck and sucking on your skin. His eyes glowing with lust.

“Guess you don’t want coffee,” you teased.

“Not right now,”

“What do you want?”

“I want you naked,”

Atsumu licked his lips and he watched you strip beneath him. He never tired of seeing your body laid out like this for him.

“Atsumu, move I can’t get my shorts off,” you said pushing against his chest. Atsumu easily yanked the rest of the clothing off of your body leaving you in nothing but your wedding ring. You sucked in a sharp breath of air, he was in a mood today.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groaned dragging his nails over your stomach before kissing you passionately twisting your nipples between his fingers. You gasped and Atsumu slipped his tongue in your mouth. For a while, you just kissed but you could feel Atsumu’s cock growing hard against your thigh,

“Baby, do you remember what you promised?” Atsumu asked his dark with lust. You gulped. Atsumu had gotten needy and horny while he was away and you’d sent some filthy messages to help him get off, one including the first thing you’d do for him when he got back.

Atsumu shifted off of you and you slid to the carpeted floor resting between his spread legs. You looked up at the tent in his boxers and the faint blush crossing his cheeks.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he said, sliding his underwear down the fabric pooling at his feet. You spat in your hand and started palming his length before leaning down and licking the head of his cock, running your tongue over his slit making him moan. Atsumu groaned and reached down carding his fingers through your hair and pushing your head down forcing his dick into your mouth. You choked when his length bumped the back of your throat.

You felt his dick throb at the sound, fucking bastard. You relaxed your throat and took him all the way down, your nose nuzzling against his pubes.

“Fuck baby- I can feel you drool on my balls,” he moaned, pulling your head back before thrusting back in. you could feel your eyes begin to water as he fucked your mouth, Atsumu only groaned in pleasure when he saw the tears spilling over onto your cheeks.

“Yeah baby you look so good drolling over my cock, letting me fuck your throat fuck,” he moaned “tell me you like it,” he snapped, pulling his cock out of your mouth and smacking the side of your face with his dick.

“I-I love it,” you rasped, “I love sucking my husband’s cock.” Atsumu’s body convulsed and he hissed out a long string of expletives. He offered his dick to you again and you took him back into your mouth hallowing your cheeks around his length sucking on him and licking his shaft. You didn’t get much time to go down on him the way you liked before Atsumu grabbed you by the hair and started thrusting into your mouth making you gag and cry. He felt a little guilty hurting you like this but that slight guilt was massively outweighed by how fucking hot it was to see you cry.

He looked down at you and saw you were looking back up at him, a hand between your legs stroking your cunt. As you sucked him off.

“Fuck fuck baby, just like that keep touching yourself keep touching that slutty pussy,” he ordered, his hips jolting off the couch to force his cock deeper into your mouth. You blinked up at him more tears bubbling out of your eyes as you obediently continued to finger yourself.

“Shit I’m going to cum I’m going to cum-” he let out a sharp cry pulling out of your mouth before cumming all over your face. You were lucky enough to close your eyes before he gave you a pearl necklace.

“Shit baby that was perfect,” he groaned, helping you to your feet and pulling you into his lap, then just because he was a sweetheart he whipped off your face with his boxers after of course, he burned the image of your face dripping with his cum into his mind.

“My throat hurts,” you complained.

“Awe poor baby, let me make it up to you,” he cooed, positioning you to be straddling his thigh. He gripped your hips with his large hands dragging you back and forth over his leg. You moaned and rolled your hips against his leg. Atsumu dipped his head and sucked on your tits, licking your nipples and leaving his mark on your chest. He kept moving your hips until you came on his leg.

“Jesus Tsumu,” you panted. He smiled nuzzling your neck and kissing your cheek. “I’m exhausted and you haven’t even fucked me yet.” he smiled

“Let's get some coffee and see if that makes you feel ready to go,” he teased, taking you to the kitchen. “I’m nowhere close to done with you,”

You were sitting in the bathroom your stomach swirling. Atsumu was gone, overseas for a game. You looked down at the little stick in his hands. Shit.

Atsumu never really checked his phone at practice, and he didn’t even take his phone to games, so even though he texted him around eight in the morning, he didn’t see it until almost eight at night.

Bokutou was bouncing around the room and Hinita was bouncing with him, each of them trying to jump higher than the other. Mean was shotgunning a monster energy drink, Omi omi was yelling at Barnes for slipping women's underwear into his overnight bag, hitting the other man with the bra for emphasis.

Atsumu never really minded using his room as the spot for the after game party, but he kind of wished that he was alone right now so he could call you and tell you goodnight, it was getting late at home and he didn’t want to keep you up waiting for him. Maybe he could slip into the hall for a couple of minutes.

It wasn’t like he was keeping you a secret from the rest of the team, but he just hadn’t mentioned it and no one asked about his dating life. He flicked his phone on and saw your text.

Wifey for lifey: I just found out I’m pregnant. Call me when you can. good luck on your game.

He felt his knees go weak. His hands trembled as he read the message again and again and again.

“Miya, what are you looking at? You’re smiling like a lunatic,” Sakusa asked, shoving his shoulder and snapping him out of his funk. Atsumu grinned.

“My wife is pregnant,” he proudly announced to everyone. The room exploded with noise.

“What?” “you’re married?” “who the hell did you knock up?” “WIFE?” Atsumu smiled, basking in the attention.

“TSUM-TSUM! You didn’t invite me to your wedding?” bokutou asked sounding genuinely hurt. Now Atsumu had to backtrack.

“We were drunk and got married about a year ago, it wasn’t a real wedding but you know technically we’re spouses,” he said with a casual shrug the grin coming back to his face.

“And now I’m going to be a dad, Jesus a dad can you believe that?” he laughed, omi looked disgusted. Atsumu excused himself into the hall and called you.

“Baby! Are you serious? You’re pregnant?” he cheered the second you picked up the phone

“Yes.” your voice sounded weak and broken.

“Hey, sweetie what’s wrong?” he asked softening his choice.

“I’m fucking pregnant that’s what’s wrong-” you snapped. “I didn’t want this, we didn’t plan for this, how am I supposed to take care of a baby Atsumu? I work a full-time job and you’re never here, this kid is going to be miserable with neither parent home!” you shouted and he could tell by your voice that you’d been crying. His stomach dropped, he wished he was here for this, so he could hold you and make it all alright.

“Shh baby, we’ll be fine, I promise,” he whispered over the phone. “We can get a nanny, or a sitter, I’ll work it out that I can spend more time at home I promise,” he assured you but you kept sobbing over the phone. Atsumu felt his heartbreak and he wondered if he could catch a red-eye flight and get home tonight.

“Let’s talk about it when you get home,” you said through a shaky breath. Atsumu nodded, then realized what he’d done and verbally agreed.

“I love you,” he said, “i love you so much sweetheart, we’ll make it work,” he said. You sniffled.

“I love you too, I watched your game you did a great job,” you said, he smiled a flush of pride bubbling up in his chest.

“Awe it was nothing, thank you I’m always glad to know you’re watching, cheering for me,” he whispered. His heart was in his throat, you'd said you loved him. and Atsumu went back to the party raging in his hotel room.

Someone had started a drinking game, he knew he could drink all of these losers under the table, but strangely he didn’t feel like partying right now.

#atsumu x reader smut #imagine atsumu #atsumu x you #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu

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talesmaniac89 · 4 years

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A Day Off

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Your stubborn boyfriend never takes a day off, even when he’s feeling under the weather. Luckily Dean Winchester has you around to make sure he takes care of himself.

Triggers: Sick Dean, just a cold. Other than that it’s just fluff

Y/N = Your name

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“Hey… (Y/N),” Dean’s voice was weaker than normal as it shook you out of the especially confusing paragraph about sirens you’d been reading on the couch. The slight shake in his voice alone was enough to make you drop the book like it’d burned you and turn fully in your seat to let worried eyes find your boyfriend entering the bunker library.

Well… Entered would be a bit of an exaggeration. It was more like he fell through the door and collapsed in a heap. The dramatic entrance easily sending you hurdling out of your seat in your rush to get to his side. Every nerve and muscle in your body on fire with protective concern as you ran across the bunker over to where he was lying, unmoving.

Nearly sliding over the floor in your panicked rush, you dropped to your floor next to your pale faced boyfriend just as his eyes fluttered back open, revealing watery green eyes. He looked so weak. Nothing like your normally strong hunter.

Worry rested as a heavy stone in your stomach as your hands hovered over his body, trying to find whatever injury or whatever else was hurting him. As if you’d somehow gained the powers to brush off his pain with just a touch of your fingers.

Every worst-case scenario and pained past moment of hurt rushed through your mind as you reached out to him just as he tried to push himself back up. Leaning in carefully you let your fingertips brush over his forehead, pushing damp strands of sandy blonde hair out of the way.

He was scorching hot.

“Dean… Shit. You’re as white as a sheet,” You said, hating the shake in your voice. If there was something seriously wrong then he needed you to be strong. You could get through anything together. But you needed to get a grip. He needed you to be his strong little soldier. To deal with whatever curse or injury or…

“I’m alright, it’s just cold in here…” Dean’s voice was weak and strained as he spoke up over your panicked thoughts. His unfocused eyes squinting as he tried to sharpen what was most likely a blurred version of you to the clearly weak and hurting hunter.

“Dean! You just collapsed!” You could hear the fear in your own voice. The nearly frantic high pitch breaking over the words and unintentionally increasing in volume with every syllable. Yet, you couldn’t control it. Not when you could feel the blistering heat that was rolling off him in waves as your arms wrapped around the back of the hunter that was trying to get back on his feet next to you. Something was really wrong.

Tightening your arms around him, you refused to give him the space he needed to get back up. Fearing a repeat of the earlier collapse against the bunker’s hard concrete floor. Instead you kept him seated, letting him lean against you as he didn’t even have enough energy to keep himself sitting upright.

“Don’t worry about me… I’m fine, it’s just a cold,” Dean tried to sound gruff, but in his current state the words came out as more of a weakened whimper instead. Letting the words sink in together with the unnatural amounts of heat that rolled off him, your fear was quickly replaced with angry worry.

Dean Winchester was the strongest man you knew. But sometimes that strength could translate into pure idiotic stubbornness.

He’d always work until he collapsed. Never letting it show that he was feeling under the weather. To Dean, any sign of weakness could be lethal.

That’s how he’d survived as a hunter for all these years, by building walls made up of steely determination and an unflinching outer strength. Even though he’d let you scale those walls and invited you into his heart, sometimes he seemed to forget he could just be himself with you. Not Dean Winchester; hunter of all things bad. Just Dean… Your loving boyfriend.

Forgetting that he could be weak or sick and let you take care of him. Though he’d still be the first to make a fuss about even a sniffle from you. And so, it was up to you to keep his stupidly stubborn ass on the straight and narrow.

Including getting him to rest when he was sick.

“I’ve faced ghosts with more colour in their face than you right now. If you’re sick you’re not going anywhere but straight back to bed,” You said with an annoyed huff. Strict words that were softened by your hand gently stroking back his hair so you could put your forehead against his in a weak attempt to measure his temperature.

“You’re burning up Dean,”

“I’ve taken on apocalypses with broken bones and bullet wounds,” Dean’s attempt at laughter came out as nothing more than a breathless groan as you struggled to pull the big man back up on his feet. Damn it, he could barely stand. This wasn’t just a bit of a cold, he was sick.

“This is nothing. I’ve just been run off my feet lately with all the cases is all,”

The words he’d probably meant to calm your angry worry did the exact opposite when paired with how the hunter was swaying in place, his cheeks flushed in feverish heat and green eyes watering and distant.

No, Dean wasn’t waging any war today. Even if you had to call each and every one of your countless enemies and reschedule whatever mayhem they’d been planning to throw your way to someday next week. You’d get him in bed and keep him there. Even if you had to handcuff him to it.

Of course, you bit your tongue before the threats could leave you. Knowing your stubborn hunter would just make an innuendo or a joke out of them. Hiding his weakness behind his humour like he always did. And you didn’t have the time or strength to roll your eyes. You needed to somehow lug the exhausted hunter through the bunker and back into your shared bedroom before he collapsed again.

“I don’t care what you’ve done before Winchester. You’re not doing anything with a fever as high as yours. Not on my watch,” You sighed instead, reaching out to steady him and place his arm around your shoulders so you could begin the long trip back to his room.

“But…”

“No buts! It hurts me to see you in pain, and I’m not having it. Not when I know you’ll get better with some rest,” You shot down whatever excuse the weakened hunter was trying to give you before the raspy words could even leave your him. Sure, you knew your own straight forward admission was a bit of a cheap shot. But it genuinely did hurt you, and all you wanted was to get him back to bed so you could take care of him.

“Alright… But just for a little while,” Dean’s mumbled whisper didn’t sound even the slightest bit convincing when paired with the sheen of sweat on his forehead or the tremble of a fever induced shiver in his voice. Yet, you let the issue lie. Focusing instead on getting your stumbling and unsteady boyfriend to his bed and under the covers.

“I’ll take care of you. Let's just get you to bed,” You kept one arm secure around his waist as you took careful, slow steps out into the chilly hallway. Though you yourself were overheating from the sheer amount of heat generated by the sick hunter next to you. Hell, his fever was probably hot enough to be used as a central heating system for the whole goddamn bunker.

How he could have let himself get this bad was beyond you. Or… Not really. No matter the situation, Dean never let himself rest. He never took a damned day off, no matter how big the circles under his eyes got, or how dark his eyes grew from the pain inflicted by the countless bastards you wanted to backhand for taking advantage of the man’s larger than life heart.

“Couch’s fine…” Dean slurred. His fevered mind not even fully registering that you were slowly but surely moving him down the hallway.

“No, you need a bed. Trust me, I might not be a doctor, but I’ve played one on TV. Or at least in Gabriel’s screwed up TV reality,” You shot back, teasing a weak smile out of your tired and sick boyfriend. Followed by a raspy chuckle that quickly morphed into a coughing fit.

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“Dean… Baby,” You sighed, pulling at the blanket that was locked in place by his body weight on top of it.

As soon as you’d managed to get him down the hallway and through his door, the oh so stubborn love of your life had insisted he could walk himself. Only to fall face first onto the bed and decide that was close enough to what you wanted. Now he refused to move. Even as he was shivering above the warm duvet, still fully dressed.

“I’m fine,” The muffled reply teased a soft smile out of you that stayed hidden from the big baby stubbornly remaining collapsed where he was instead of getting comfortable under the blanket.

“No, you’re not. Sit up, come on,” You sighed, gently turning him around before grabbing his blisteringly hot hands to pull him into a seated position. First, you needed to get him changed. Flannel didn’t breathe well enough and he was sweating. A lot. A dry t-shirt, and some sweatpants would do. Though you knew it would be a battle as soon as the thought hit you.

Grabbing the change of clothes from his closet you hurried back to where he was swaying dangerously at the edge of the bed. His head lolling as he tried to find the strength to keep it up.

“I don’t have time for this (Y/N)… Research,” You only caught fragments of the words Dean was mumbling to himself, but as you returned with the clothes you shot them all down with a strict look and a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“No babe, you’re not doing anything today. Nothing except focusing on getting better,” You followed your words with soft fingers gently peeling off his flannel shirt as Dean sat still. His eyes closed and a furrow in his brow betraying how lightheaded and exhausted he was. Having to spend all his energy to even understand your words.

“Lift your arms,”

“…’m fine,” The weak hunter mumbled, though he complied with your order as arms rose slowly from their sides. Though you had to help him lift them fully to get his t-shirt off, and a new one back on him.

Sinking to your knees, you removed his shoes, and, eyeing his jeans, you sighed. There was no way you could get him out of those jeans and into sweatpants without him cooperating. And he could barely keep his body upright. Forgoing the sweatpants, you chose to instead just remove his belt.

That was as good as it’d get. Now you just had to get him under the blanket.

However, before you could tell him to lie down, or even push him gently down onto the mattress, Dean’s brow furrowed again. His arms shaking as he tried to push them against the mattress and jaw clenching in obvious strain.

“What is it? Are you in pain?” You hurried to stand back up, ready to call for backup, have Castiel heal him, get pain killers or… But before you could even fully move. Your stubborn hunter pushed himself back off the bed.

Or at least he attempted to push himself off it. Barely getting up before he flopped right back down. His breath strained and ragged from the obvious amount of effort that went into the small movement.

“… Up… Demons,” You couldn’t catch every word as the hunter slurred them through his fever haze. His head lolling from side to side as Dean kept his eyes down and shaky fingers curled into the blanket under him.

“No Dean Winchester. In this house we do NOT get out of bed when we’re sick, and we definitely don’t go demon hunting,” Your lecturing words were soft around the edges from obvious worry as you gently pushed your stubborn boyfriend down until he was stretched out on the bed. Quickly covering him in the blanket and tucking it in around him for good measure. He was shivering through his fever and you needed to keep him warm.

“It’s fine… I can work… Through it,”

“Y’know Dean… Normal people actually listen when people tell them to rest,” You sighed. Taking a careful seat at the edge of the bed, you let your fingers brush against his forehead and temples.

“Mmmh… Nice,” Dean’s mumbled, a small weak smile on his lips as the furrow in his brow finally disappeared, replaced with a much more relaxed expression. His cheek pushing weakly against your palm as if to make sure you didn’t remove it.

“… ‘s nice ‘n cold,” He hummed as you smiled down at your exhausted hunter.

“Let me take care of you Dean… You just rest,” Leaning down, you let your lips ghost over his damp forehead as your stubborn hunter gave up on the battle and relaxed into the mattress. His breathing quickly softening into a steady rhythm and hinting at a painless sleep.

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“Are you ok?” You asked as soon as his eyes opened, looking up from where you’d been trying to quietly put down your carefully balanced tray. Packed with medicine, water, tea, grilled cheese sandwiches and soup. Ok, so maybe you’d been a bit frantic in the kitchen. Unsure what Dean would want when he woke back up. But at least you’d made sure to cover all the basics.

“Yeah…” Dean groaned, the lack of focus in green eyes and the way his voice cracked over the single word doing little to convince you. So instead you let your hand go to his cheek again as soon as you put down the tray. Watching as his eyes fluttered shut with a contented smile.

“Actually, no,” He hummed against your cool palm.

“You don’t need to be tough around me Dean, you know that right?” You let your fingers comb through his hair as you watched your soldier finally put down his weapons for a little while. Looking smaller and younger all curled up in the blankets with half-lidded green eyes trying to focus on you.

“I know… I can be m’self around you,” Your hunter mumbled through the mess of blankets, his eyes still closed as he nearly purred against your soft hand in his hair. The weak shaky smile was adorable and warm as Dean allowed himself some time to relax and heal.

“Are you hungry? I brought a little of everything… Drinks and food,” You said with a nod towards the tray after a minute of comfortable silence. Your hand stilling where it was playing with his matted sand blonde hair as Dean’s eyes stayed shut. Only opening a little with an annoyed grumble once you removed your fingers from his hair.

Yet, as his fevered mind finally caught your words his eyes widened in what nearly looked like surprise. Following your line of sight over to the tray full of drinks, soup, comfort food and medicine.

“Grilled cheese… Please,” Dean sounded hesitant, younger and nearly sad once he found his voice again. His eyes stayed on the tray of food as you helped him sit up and put a pillow behind his back.

“Don’t… Tell me this isn’t the first time someone’s made you food and taken care of you when you’re sick..?” You asked carefully. Worried your words might be tearing at hastily sutured wounds in the hunter’s heart.

The Winchester brothers hadn’t had what you’d call a normal childhood after all. And as you’d learned since joining up with them; part of the family business creed, scrawled on the back of a truck stop receipt, was to bury the hurt. Six feet under.

“Not since… Not since I was a kid,” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper as he kept his eyes on the food. The furrow in his brow back along with painfully happy memories of a lost childhood. Leaning in, you fluffed up his pillow as you softly let your lips linger on his forehead, erasing the pain that was etched there.

“Well, you have me now, and I’ll always take care of you,” You smiled, handing him the plate of grilled cheese sandwiches, as if the plate of food alone was enough proof to solidify your silent addition of forever.

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“It’s tasty, but I have no appetite…” Dean only managed a few bites before he put the plate back down with a frown. Looking at the sandwich as if it’d betrayed him. The hunter was used to being a glutton for his comfort foods, so you knew the thought of not being able to finish one of his favourites was a big dampener on his mood.

“It’s fine Dean, as long as you’ve got some food in you then you can take your medicine,” You took the plate from him before the hunter put his stubbornness to the test once more and tried to force himself to finish the sandwich. Hell, once he felt better you’d make him all the comfort foods he wanted. For now, however, he’d have to make do with a glass of water and some antipyretic tablets to break him of that fever.

“Do you need anything else?” You added as you rubbed his arm, watching him grimace at the tablets, but decide to tough it out as his eyes met your worried ones. Careful to put the glass of water within his reach as you placed it back on his bedside table.

“Could you… Come in here? I think I’d feel better if I can hold you,” Dean’s big green eyes looked at you pleadingly as he lifted the blanket with a shaky, weak hand. Your normally tough as nails hunter as soft and sweet as cotton candy now that he’d finally allowed himself to drop his walls and his armour and be spoiled by you for a bit.

“Of course, Dean,” You smiled, carefully climbing fully onto the bed and into the arms of your boyfriend. The heat radiating off him easily melted away what little worry you’d held onto as you wrapped your arms around him and let him hold you as close as fever weakened arms could.

“I’ll always be here with you, so you just rest. I got this,” You murmured into his chest. Feeling lips that were busy placing gentle grateful kisses in your hair give a small smile as he squeezed you even closer.

Dean Winchester was the strongest, most stubborn man you knew. But he was also incredibly sweet.

Though that was only for you, and the four walls of your bedroom, to know.

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heyitsbugette · 4 years

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Todobug: Fallen lover.

The spotted heroine was out with her team for a regular round of patrol, finding herself just a few meters from the girls to plan the rute alongside Chat Noir. She constantly ignored his attentions, but when he took her hand trying to kiss the back, with her opposite she invoked a lucky charm out of curiosity, winning a small spray bottle with which she sprayed on his feline friend.

──── Bad Kitty! Behave! Behave!

She exclaimed, spraying her partner, watching him contract through the water as if he were a small cat taking a bath, making her laugh mockingly next to the turtle hero who stayed next to them contracting against his stomach to laugh at the blonde’s childish reactions. Lately the heroes have gotten much closer as the meetings get more and more enjoyable, sometimes taking a few breaks to chat or joke with each other.

This was one of those days, being a fairly quiet time to afford that luxury that on rare occasions they could joke around. For today the only ones who were absent were Viperion, Roi Singe, and Pegase, but soon it would be their turn on the night patrol. And while both boys were organizing to cover ground next to Ladybug, it was that both Rena Rouge and Queen Bee looked puzzled at the initial duo of heroes at the same time while Ryuko sitting on a pile of bricks next to them sharpened her sword patiently without much interest.

It wasn't until the beautiful-looking blonde snorted as she touched up her lipstick that when she uttered a word, she broke the ice, paying attention to her reflection in the portable mirror that she carried with her even in battle. And at once her lips took on a little more color, she looked out of the corner of her eye at the heroine in a fox costume, ready to start conversation.

──── And ... Are you sure these two are just friends? Huh, I'm suspecting that the Ladybug's alleged boyfriend scandal is actually fake news of that infamous Alec Cataldi guy.

The blonde wasn't exactly discreet when she looked away from her mirror to turn and look skeptically at the dynamic duo fighting childishly as they calmed down to begin their part of the patrol, both walking away with Carapace jumping from roof to roof.

Instead, the young Japanese woman who calmly held her sword, settled into her seat crossing her legs with a quick movement. For a few thoughtful moments, she rested her gaze indifferently on her mate, while resting both hands on the handle of her sword, glancing sideways at the direction in which her superiors were leaving.

──── Believe it or not, she is in a relationship with Todoroki-san, and we must respect that, Queen Bee. It is not very honorable that you speak of him like this when he is not present to defend himself.

It was her answer said with a little bit of hostility, since clearly the foreigner hated gossip and to people talking cowardly behind them back. She did not know the guy in question well enough to consider him a friend, but he had been cordial in those events in which their parents had coincided.

Of course, it was a shock to learn that he was the mysterious boy Chat Noir was constantly complaining about standing between him and “his lady”. However, she couldn't blame them for their relationship being now seen in the public eye, after how an annoying low morality TV presenter had exposed the couple without their consent, robbing them of the opportunity to reveal their relationship when they were ready. It was so unpleasant, but she remembered with satisfaction how the Ladyblogger reported such an invasion of privacy on her blog, causing so much backlash to the man.

Some karma was dealt after that.

And although her words were almost interrupted by a fox lady in a bright orange suit, far from being annoyed, she continued her own business by returning her attention to the weapon even as she paid attention to the girl who questioned her words.

──── As much as I hate the shit Cataldi pull on them, the guy don't give me good vibes... I mean he's stupidly cold even with her. It seems he doesn't even care that Ladybug is in love with him!

The fox's heroine commented annoyed, while the blonde bee buzzed with excitement, agreeing with the words of her comrade. Neither of them seemed to believe Endeavor's son as the one for Ladybug, the national angel of France.

──── I know damn right the guy is hot, I'm not blind. But he's so... Uninteresting that he loses his charm. I think we all agree that our little bug can easily get someone better, my Adrikins is dying for her and I don't blame him, I don't even know who to be jealous of.

The blonde commented in a playful tone while she fixed some strands of hair ruffled by the wind, and putting on the final touches of the lipstick with her hand mirror, she closed the end at once to cross her arms later. It was obvious that her words were anything but kind, because even when Rena agreed that her heroine should seek someone else, it was equally clear that she did not approve of being so cruel when speaking of the aspiring hero. Chloe, on the other hand, was still taking small steps to be friendlier, but the change was gradual and she didn't avoid releasing hurtful comments on rare occasions.

No one refuted anything, it was not worth it and among the three they ended up leaving finally once their rest ended, ready to resume their patrol, perhaps hopefully catching up with the rest of their teammates.

Todoroki Shoto was just leaving the Le Grand Paris, where he was staying with his family, his father apparently had work pending in Paris and they would be spending the summer outside of Japan.

He keeping silent and walking beside his older brother for as long as their paths coincided, after all he did not plan to follow him any longer; he had his own plans going. He had reserved a table in a restaurant that was close to her girlfriend's home, clearly paying with his old man's credit card with the bonus of bothering him, and of course thanks to his action he ended up earning a tremendous shout from the older one, but that did not matter, he just wanted to pamper his beloved.

──── So.. Have any plans, kid?

Asked the curious albino while chilling at the side of his brother. He and his penpal Luka Couffaine would hang out at the mall and then go to the disco store, it was clear that he wanted to see if the youngest of the family was free to accompany them.

──── I'm going out with my girlfriend once she comes back from patrolling with her team.

He answered calmly, taking out his phone when he felt it vibrate for a few seconds, surely his sister had called him to scold him for what he did with the credit card, but from seeing the angry expression on the older man's face he could say that it was worth it worth the scolding.

──── Ah? So, are you're really dating? I thought you were joking when you told us.

The college student spoke with a little laugh, noticing how his sibling looked at him confused. Suddenly the punk looking teenager gave him a discreet push with his shoulder to shut him up, an action that made him finally react.

And it was not for less, he had really been surprised to hear the albino's words, which shows with his changing facial expression. And while the double quirked teen questioned his words with his typical seriousness, it was remarkable for the man, for his slipt he keeps laughing nervously and even uncomfortably at the heterochromatic stare.

──── And… why did you think that?

──── Hey, chill... I didn't mean it like that, but you guys don't really seem like a couple. You know, you don't show it much. B-But I know you must love her a lot, of course!

Realizing how insensitive his words were, as well as how prejudiced he sounded when saying them, Natsuo ended up hiding behind a certain guitarist who shook his head gently and placed his arm between the two boys in a crude attempt at protection in what they both looked like. Instead of getting angry, the half redhead hung his head in surprise, grimacing seconds later, looking at them this time with a frown, clearly offended and annoyed.

──── Don't take it the wrong way, Shoto. You know that Natsuo can be somewhat naive and reckless, it was not his intention to offend you.

──── See you tomorrow, Couffaine…

Without saying anything else, he turns away into the flower shop, leaving behind the guys with whom he had had a bitter revelation. It was the only thing he said, annoyingly walking away in the opposite direction. Didn't they really seem like a real couple? The young man knew that he was not very expressive with his feelings, but he never thought it would be so bad. He continued his walking now without much encouragement, looking even more serious than usual if that was possible, but he was still determined to prove to himself that Natsuo was wrong. Perhaps if he made an effort to make his night with her girlfriend perfect, he could show his love for her, although it was difficult for him to show his feelings. But that did not mean that he wouldn't do his best to try.

So, he continued walking until he reached the picturesque place, entering and buying a bouquet of flowers, cheering up little by little. He left the place much calmer, even motivated, eager to meet his dear ladybug; but it was not until he heard three female voices talking about him and his lovely girfriend without any hesitation, that without being able to avoid it with strangeness he raised his face to watch the heroines speak from the roof of the building animatedly, being the blonde the loudest among the three.

Little by little he felt worse and worse with each word. Was he such a bad boyfriend? Marinette thought the same as her friends?

Once the heroines left the Japanese boy sat on one of the benches, leaving his bouquet of flowers beside him, running his hands over his hair. Maybe they were right, maybe he was giving less to the relationship than his girlfriend deserved, maybe he was throwing her into the arms of another guy with his attitude. Suddenly he felt an upset stomach just thinking about it, it wasn't a nice feeling.

At the same time his discomfort was escalating and frustrated, he bent down looking at the bouquet of roses with an unsatisfied gaze, remembering how the cat hero used to give her a flower every day during the time that his relationship with her was a secret to the public. He remembered the jealousy he repressed every time Chat Noir tried to seduce his heroine, every flirtatious and cheesy nickname said in the midst of battles, as even when she rejected him, he was still motivated to win her love.

He recalled the mistrust he had for Luka when he mentioned his feelings for a certain baker's daughter, but he quickly dispelled his insecurities when he knew that Couffaine would never try anything with her. In his words he remembered how the eldest simply said that “her melody had found her own rhapsody,” whatever that meant. It was much worse when he find out about the past feelings his Maribug used to have towards Adrien Agreste, but detesting him made him feel guilty, the boy was also too kind for his own good.

He needed advice, it was not a good sign to be so insecure or jealous. But he was just a confused teenager in his first relationship, they couldn't blame him for his inexperience.

Todoroki Shoto, Memories. A couple days ago.

During finals a certain pigtail lady had sneaked to Japan with the equine kwami’s help, of course, she missed her long-distance boyfriend as much as she knows he missed her too, and surprising her lover from behind she didn’t hesitate into hugging him sideways, laughing and playing with their noses in an soft Eskimo kiss. A couple minutes later, he took her by the waist just to give his girlfriend room to sit on his lap, while both kwamis hovered curiously around the room towards one of the hero magazines.

──── Not that it bothers me for you to come see me, actually I enjoy it, but what are you doing here?

──── I needed a break ... If I hear Lila say how she introduced you to Ladybug again, I will lose my patience, mon trésor.

With a snort the young woman let herself lean on her lover's shoulder, listening to him laugh vaguely with that unmistakable grimace on his lips, without a doubt the double quirk teen was just as entertained of the situation than he should be.

──── She's still into her fantasies? Should I be scared?

──── Not worth it.

In a mocking tone the eldest played with his beloveds’ lips, approaching to touch them tenderly just to move away when his muse deigned to reciprocate. From one moment to the next, he earned her frown, and it was when he saw her pout that he finally let himself be caught, feeling the plump and pink lips against his, sharing the cherry flavor of her usual chapstick.

When closing his eyes in duo with his sun sunshine girl, one of his hands fixed on her cheek tenderly as he passed his thumb over the blush, while in an ephemeral separation to discharge his heavy breath in a second, they again kissed again. Much more shy tan before.

──── Please come tomorrow… If not, who's going to kick my ass in Ultimate Mecha Strike?

Little could he know that his scattered thoughts made Gabriel Agreste smile with discretion, as he, after sending one of his models to their wardrobe test in the care of their star designers, was that he hung up the call by video-chat once he delegated the activities of the day to Nathalie and went calmly towards the portrait of his beloved Emilie, caressing gracefully the illustration on her lips, in a silent conversation with himself.

He would have another chance to save her.

──── Oh, disappointment and jealousy ~ Powerful feelings from the hand of the lover that will bring my victory ... Simply poetic. Get ready, Ladybug! It will be the person who has your very own heart who will bring your defeat to me. So, fly my little Akuma, and possess Endeavor's son!

Ignorant of what was happening, were his racing heartbeats and his concern about losing the girl he had fallen in love with, without notice he caught the attention of a certain villain who triumphantly prepare one of his akumas to leave outside of his lair as he walked in the direction of his butterfly window ready for send his tiny henchman in search of the tormented teenager boy whose peace was disturbed. Humming, Hawkmoth smiled poisonously, capturing in his hands the tiny being whom he filled with negative energy, and in the end commanding them with his stick for catch his target.

Earlier when news of the heroine's romance leaked, he simply didn't rush into acting. He wasn't an idiot, he knew how dangerous it was to villainize the wrong people at the wrong time, he learned it the hard way with certain failed villains. But now, it was the perfect timing for him.

The akuma fluttered from the sky until found the source of such intense negative feelings, it could feel them for miles, and when the time came it was easier to be able to catch him without being noticed. Without missing the opportunity to melt into the bouquet of roses that the brokean hearted boy held so sadly, linking without opportunity to fight in a forced communication with the most feared villain in Paris at the moment when the butterfly communicator managed to get a surprised sigh out of him.

──── Greetings, Heartstroke. I am your friend, Hawkmoth. I have felt your fear of losing the love of your heroine, as everyone sees you as an obstacle. I promise to give you the power to punish whoever dares to take her away from you, and prove them wrong... But there is something you must do for me in return.

His words were poisonous, said with false concern and artificial charisma, selling to his victim the idea that would solve their problems once and for all, but the minor's doubt internally annoyed the criminal, he hated when his victims became resistant.

──── No, I won't give you her miraculous…

──── Don't be naive, son. Every Ladybug is destined for her Black Cat. Creation and destruction cannot live without the other. I offer you the opportunity to free her from her destiny. And what do you say? Do you accept my offer?

The half albino quickly covered his ears, while biting his trembling lip closed at the same time, he closed his eyes, unable to resist the intense connection with Hawkmoth any longer. But with each spoken word he felt increasingly furious, helpless, more insecure. To Paris, he was just a busybody, someone who kept Ladybug away from her one true love, the one who truly cared about her; as with every threatening mail they insinuated that he should get away and look for someone else, that he should stop confusing Lady luck's feelings. He couldn't handle it anymore, he was only human after all, and naturally he was selfish.

Selfish for wanting a future with her.

──── It will be a pleasure, Hawkmoth.

With a simple scaling flash of light, the bicolor eyed boy’s body was enveloped until it disappeared into a new metamorphosis, a different appearance drifted away from his usual looks.

Goodbye Todoroki Shoto, let's meet Heartstroke.

#crakship #todoroki shoto x marinette dupain cheng #todobug #mlb x bnha #bnha x mlb #crackship #marinette ships #alya sugar

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benkouji726 · 4 years

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Five times they behaved liked an old married couple and one time they really were

Written for MalexWeek 2020, Day 2. Fic Prompt: Trope Day.

Summary: They found their way back together.

The fic actually contains 2 tropes: 90% of “The Old Married Couple” and 10% of “Shipper on Deck” because I like cliches SO MUCH.

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1. Bickering

They had been staring at each other across the booth in Crashdown for five minutes now.

Michael broke down first. “Looks like they all bail on us.”

Alex snorted. “Gee, what clued you in? Is it the fact that we’ve been sitting here for half an hour now and still no one showed up? Or the texts we JUST received from our so-called friends declaring they all have to ‘BAIL ON US’?” He even made the air quote gesture, the bastard.

So something crawled over someone’s ass and died today. “Really? Your are gonna be like this.”

Alex ignored him. Great.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked, and pathetically hoped Alex would say no. Because even a snappy Alex was still better than no Alex at all.

Alex answered his question with a question. Of course he did. “Do YOU want to leave?”

Michael shook his head, and decided to throw in some moment of truth. “Honestly? I think they set us up, because in the past two weeks I may or may not have whined many times to them about how much I missed you.”

Alex seemed oddly angered by that. “Well, you sure have a funny way of showing that. Because last time I checked, my phone number is still the same, and I go to the same bar and the same diner on a daily basis, safe to say I’m not the hardest person to find.”

Michael muttered something under his breath.

“What is that? I crack code, I don’t read lips.”

“I said I didn’t want to see you dating someone else!” Shit. That was a mistake.

Alex froze for a moment, then he said, slowly. “You mean you don’t want to see me dating after you and my best friend ended your relationship which lasted almost ONE YEAR right in front of me?”

Michael deflated. “OK. That’s fair. But I really missed you. Can’t we just like, be friends? We’re still friends, right?” He might sound a little too desperate, but he honestly didn’t care anymore.

“I don’t know, Michael”, shit, why did he always have this chill when Alex called his first name? It’s like Pavlovian reaction at this point. “How do we do it? Say ‘what’s up, bro’ every time we see each other?”

So he really was gonna be like that. Well, takes two to tango.

“Or we could, you know, discuss our mutual dislike of the disgusting eating habit of dipping the fries in the milk shake thing”, he pretended to think for a moment, “oh, sorry I forgot. It’s only MY dislike.”

Alex smiled at that. He took a fry, dipped it into his milkshake, threw it into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and then said, still smiling sweetly, “Yet you screamed so loud that one time when I dipped your cock into the milkshake and licked it clean.”

Michael choked on his clean, fry-crumbs-free milkshake. “You are not playing fair.”

“And you’re surprised? I didn’t climb the military ladder so fast by being nice.” Alex smirked.

Michael smirked right back. “Yeah, you’re kind of a sore loser. You didn’t speak to me for two days when I beat you at Mario Kart”.

“That’s because you cheated!”

“How does one cheat at MARIO KART?”

“I don’t know! Maybe you used your Tele...” Alex stopped himself abruptly when their waitress appeared to ask them if they needed some refill.

They both declined and headed right back into their argument about who was the better gamer.

When Michael finally stood up to get their bills (they argued about who should pay the bills too, Michael won), it was already two hours later, and they both had a big smile on their faces.

Alex watched Michael go to the cashier, a little too intensely, so he didn’t notice the little old lady at first, she had to wave her hand in front of him to get his attention.

He turned to her, confused. “Uh, can I help you?”

She patted on his shoulder. “My husband and I were like this too”, she said, wistfully, “we used to bicker all the time, but our hearts were in the right place”, she looked at Michael’s direction and back to Alex, “you and your young man are gonna be just fine.” She patted him once more, and went away.

Huh.

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2. Finishing each other’s sentences

They were at the supermarket together when Alex said, “why...”

“Does Liz need so many eggs? Beats me. She said she needs them to do some kind of experiment, but I highly suspect it.”

“And why...”

“Did she send us to get these? According to her, we need the legwork and some fresh air because she said and I quote, you are talking in codes and I reek of oil at this point.”

“I’m...”

“Getting a little annoyed by me right now? You want me to stop finishing your sentences? Well, it’s not my fault you are this predictable.” He was asking for trouble, Michael knew. But he couldn’t help it. Alex and Forrest had broken up for a week now, and Alex still didn’t tell him, he had to be informed by Izzy, it was a little irritating.

Alex narrowed his eyes. “You think you know me so well.”

“Apparently I do.” He smiled innocently.

“You’re not that complex either, you know”, Alex stepped forward, right into his personal space, “I can read you like an open book.”

So it was game on.

For the next two weeks, they were trying their best to beat each other to the punch, finishing each other’s sentences, sometimes even saying things before the other could even open his mouth.

Kyle snapped at last.

“Would you PLEASE stop?” He groaned, “We get it. You’re dating now and you are stupidly in love and you know each other SO WELL. Just, get a room, OK? Other people are still trying to find their soulmates or something.”

“We are not...” They spoke at the same time.

“Great, you’re upgrading to saying things unanimously now?” Kyle threw his hand into the air. “I give up.”

They both blushed. Unanimously.

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3. Touching casually

They were both leaning onto the table to study some printed out files from another secret government agency that Alex found and hacked, Alex was writing out code patterns to determine which one fit the file, when Michael suddenly discovered something.

In a hurry to write down his thoughts, he didn’t try to get another pen. He reached out, grabbed Alex’s pen-holding hand, and wrote down a keyword. His head bowed beneath Alex’s chin, some of his curls brushed his face, so Alex used his free hand to brush it away, he lingered a moment there, as Michael finished writing the word but his hand stayed there, thumb gently rubbing Alex’s in a slow circle.

Then Alex pulled away, and they continued discussing the file.

Things escalated real fast after that.

At first it was just a hand on the back, a pat on the shoulder, that sort of things. But then they often stood near enough that their hips were touching, Michael sometimes threw his arm around Alex’s shoulder when they were laughing together, or Alex would play with Michael’s hair when they were sitting on the same side of the booth, listening to their friends or talking to them. It was nothing sexual, they were friends, friends stayed in each other’s personal space ALL THE TIME, right?

Then one day, they were having a group movie night. They decided to sit on the sofa, so naturally no one else wanted to sit on it. With that much room, they sat down, a foot or so between them.

Halfway through the movie though, Alex was rubbing his right knee. Michael took one glance at him, and immediately sat beside him. He lifted Alex’s right leg onto his left, and put his hand on Alex’s knee. Alex let out a moan.

The whole group was looking at them now. Alex blushed.

“I, his hand...” Alex took a breath and regained some control back, “you all know aliens run hot right? His hand is like a thermos, it’s good for my knee.”

“You know”, Liz began, “You don’t need to explain here. People do this all the time for their loved ones, it’s sweet.”

“But”, Isobel cut in, stopping whatever Alex was trying to say, “next time, don’t do it in front of us, maybe? If I hear my brother-in-law moan again when I die, it’ll still be too soon.”

“Guys, stop teasing them”, Max said, at which point Alex had already given up, “they’re not even dating”.

“Yeah”, Maria went in for the final blow, “because the old married couple don’t date anymore. You guys really should make more of an effort if you want to keep the sparks alive, you know?”

“You mean we should just ditch you all to enjoy our little world, just the two of us?” Alex crooked his head, playing along.

“Aww, honey, you’d do that for me, for us? I thought you said we should keep our friends company or they’d be too boring a bunch.” Michael added.

He never took his hand off Alex’s knee.

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4. Pet names

“Darlin’, I’m home!” Michael called out, as he entered their secret base.

Kyle looked up, confused. “Since when did you begin to use pet names for each other?”

Alex didn’t even spare Michael a glance. “I didn’t. He is just being a dick.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you wound me. And you’re such a pretty liar, considering you called me ‘Mikey’ just the other day.”

“Sarcastically, yes.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Now would you please cut the bullshit and come look at this?”

Michael fluttered his eyelashes: “For you, sweet cheeks? Of course.”

Kyle wanted to leave. He also wanted to die a little.

Then Alex turned his full attention to Michael, and said in an almost robotic voice. “Gee, you are so kind, my little teddy bear.”

Kyle was wrong. He didn’t want to die a little. He wanted to die A LOT.

Michael, on the other hand, smiled like a cat finally got the cream. “Don’t mention it, pumpkin.”

His eyes twinkling, his tone teasing. But there was also genuine softness and gentleness in his overall demeanor, like he was standing in front of the most precious person in his whole life, and he called his name.

Alex rolled his eyes again. But when he looked back down, there was a secret smile tugging at his lips.

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5. Couple’s therapy

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” How was this his life, Alex wanted to ask.

To his credit, Michael looked bashful for once. “I’ve been seeing this therapist for four months now. And she said we could use a couple’s therapy, so she gave me this Groupon. I thought it’d be great for us.”

Alex stared. “You do know we’re not actually a couple, right?”

Michael looked a bit hurt by that, but he recovered quickly, “We kinda are, though. We both haven’t seen any other people for about half a year now. We spend almost all of our free time together. We touch each other constantly. We talk about everything and anything. Everyone assumes we’re at least hooking up, some think we already eloped!”

“Friends also do that kind of things together. And other people’s opinions really don’t bother me”, Alex didn’t look at him while saying this, so there was still hope right?

At this point, any hope was worth fighting for.

“Yeah, except friends aren’t normally in love with each other.” He said, looking right into Alex’s eyes, daring him to deny it.

Alex hesitated, and resigned. “When is it?”

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Dr Brown already knew so much about him it was a little unsettling.

“Have you talked anything other than me during your sessions?” Alex couldn’t help to ask.

“Of course!” Michael sounded offended. Meanwhile Dr Brown said, calmly, “Very little.”

Michael threw a betrayed glare at her, but she just smiled.

“So, what do you want to know?” Alex was always direct, “fair warning though. I refuse to talk about my childhood, my parents, my family, my job, my gay struggles, or anything from my past, including my past with Michael.”

“That’s OK”, Dr Brown still smiled, not bothered at all. “I only have one question for you.”

“What’s that?”

“You walked in, already in combat mode, because you treat any foreign environment as a threat, not to mention this foreign environment might force you to open up which you only do when you are around a certain and small group of people. But then Michael walked in too, and your stance changed. You were still in combat mode, but you also put yourself in a protective position, slightly in front of him. Meanwhile, you relaxed noticeably as if you trusted him with all you’ve got. When you sat down, you leaned to him unconsciously, and every time he spoke or touched you, you were calmed and grounded.”

Alex’s voice was raw when he spoke. “That was not a question.”

“So my question is”, she continued, “why do you still deny it, when you’re clearly in love with each other and already in a steady relationship?”

Alex didn’t have an answer for that. He got up and left.

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+1 “How is your headache”

He’d been avoiding Michael for three days now. He was miserable in all of the days.

He was debating whether he should quit being a coward and finally get what he wanted when there was a knock on his door.

He was not even a little surprised that it was Michael.

He was surprised by the flower though.

“What is this?”

Michael held out the flower, eyes pleading. “Wanna take you out for a date.”

“I haven’t slept well these past days, my head kinda hurts, going out is not something I want to do now,” Alex said, and rushed to say the next bit because Michael looked devastated, “But we could stay in, order some take out, and watch Star Wars together?”

Michael relaxed a fraction. “You mean rewatch Star Wars.”

“Yeah, well, I have this habit of falling in love with something and never managing to fall out of it, don’t I?”

Michael smiled, a little teary. “Guess we have that in common.”

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They ate, they talked, they watched Star Wars.

Then Michael was crowding Alex into the back of the couch, and asked tentatively: “how is your headache, honey?”

To that, Alex replied with a kiss.

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buckysforeverprincess · 4 years

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Can Our Love Survive? Ch. 18

James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Clint Barton, Sarah Rogers

Words: 1691

Warnings: Coming out, family acceptance

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m behind with this. I’m still going to try to get the regularly scheduled chapter out as well today, if not I promise you’ll get it this week. This chapter is kind of a filler but with everything it serves a purpose. I hope you enjoy it and I promise you more to come!

**TAG LIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

The time leading up to Thanksgiving seemed to fly by in your household. Bucky had gone back to school, the two of you being open about your relationship and weren’t willing to hide anything from anyone. If anyone didn’t know the reason for the renewed smile on your face, they either had their heads in the sand or weren’t paying attention to the rumor mill and you honestly didn’t care. Life was on the up for you and Bucky was the reason for it. It’d been a long time since you’d felt this level of happiness within you.

Steve and Bucky had made their way to Bucky's house to clean up one day after school and grab some of the things he didn’t want to leave behind. Steve had told him to grab whatever he wanted, and they’d make it fit in his room. Most of Bucky's possessions were clothes, but there were a few things that held sentimental value and if his dad had his way, he'd toss them, so he thought to take some stuff and be done, letting his dad discard the rest. It really didn’t matter to Bucky if he never had to come back or deal with his dad ever again, he’d be content to live his life parent free. Your boyfriend said he was determined to have a good life despite the people who were responsible for his existence.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and you spent all day either helping your mom or cuddling with Bucky. You didn't have any other family, so you guys always stayed home and watched tv or played games together to pass the time. However, this year was different and there was another person to add to share your small traditions with, hoping this would be the first of many things your family would share with Bucky going forward as your relationship with the brunette grew stronger.

Dinner was in the oven and your mom was in the kitchen, working on an apple pie for your twin. Bucky and you were sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching tv, when you heard a knock at the front door. “I'll get it,” you said, removing yourself from your boyfriend's embrace and getting up from the couch, making your way to the sound. It was a holiday and you weren’t expecting anyone, so there’s no telling who’s standing outside waiting.

Opening the door, you see a blond staring back at you; his hands in his pockets, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “Clinton. To what do we owe this pleasure?” You smirk and lean up against the door frame.

“Is uh, Steve here?”

Oh, this is good. “I don't know. It depends.” You shrug and grin, toying with the boy in front of you.

“Um, depends on what?” Clint scrunches up his face, uncertainty written on his face.

“On what your intentions are with my brother.” You cross your arms to your chest.

“Baby!” Bucky comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Leave him alone,” he kisses your temple and grins at Clint, “you're making him nervous.”

You smiled at Clint. “He should be! If he’s here, then he’s about to be introduced to my mother as Steve's boyfriend. I'd sure as hell be nervous if I was him You were!”

Bucky let's out a laugh. “Well I had just kicked a guy’s ass in her kitchen. Not something you want to associate with the guy your daughter is dating.”

“You know?!” Clint looks at you surprised, his mouth wide open.

“Of course, I know! I'm Steve's sister, why wouldn't I?”

“Cause, he said he never told anyone. So that means your boyfriend must've told you!” Clint held an accusing look at Bucky.

“Oh no! No way! I never said a word!” Bucky quickly defends himself.

Before anything else can be said, Steve pushes his way through the door and looks around at everyone, his eyes fixate a little too long on Clint. “Uh, you guys gonna eat out here too?”

“Actually, I plan to stay right here and harass your boyfriend. I love to see him blush.”

Steve’s eyes go wide in shock, and steps out of the house, shutting the door behind him. “Y/N! What the fuck?! How'd you know?” There's panic written all over his face.

You scoff at your twin and shake your head. “Please, you do realize you suck at secrets, right?”

The door opens and your mom looks out, glaring at the four of you. “I've got food, hot and ready. If the four of you don't get in here now, I will lock this door and you will spend the night under the stars while I get fat and happy and send the leftovers to the hospital.” She turns and walks away leaving you all standing on the doorstep.

It doesn’t take long before your group all make your way into the house and to the kitchen, seeing the meal spread out in no particular order. The food looks and smells amazing and you’re so stupidly hungry that your stomach growls just looking at it all.

“Mom…,” Steve’s standing next to Clint, looking at Sarah who's grabbing the basket of rolls and placing them on the table.

“Hmmmm?” She's looking at Steve with her eyebrows raised. The look on her face almost giving herself away, but not quite.

“So… um… you know Clint, right?”

Clint waves at your mom. “Hi Mrs. Rogers.” She nods at him in return and goes back to setting out silverware for the feast.

Steve smiles and continues, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck. “Maybe I should introduce him properly.”

Your mom stops and looks up at Steve with a quirked eyebrow. “Properly?”

“Well… uh, see Clint… he's uh, he's…,” Clint reaches out and places his hand on Steve's arm, in a sign of endearment, making him smile down at Clint and take in a deep breath. “Mom, meet my boyfriend.”

“Fucking finally!” Sarah says and goes back to setting food on the table. “I didn't think you were gonna spit it out. Can we eat before the food gets cold?” You and Bucky start to laugh and sit down at the table, leaving Steve standing looking confused at the demeanor of your mom.

“You're not upset?”

“Why would I be?” Sarah replies and you stick your hand out, directly in her face. Your mom groans and takes a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket, placing it in your hand. “Thought you'd never tell us. Known it for years. I kinda thought you were interested in Bucky, the way he was always around, but that went in the shitter when those two started dating.”

“You had a thing for Bucky?” Clint asks, pretending to be offended. “Is that why I could never come around when he was over?”

Steve starts blushing, his face beat red. “No! I swear Clint, he was always just a friend! I’d never be the guy who cheats… hold the fuck up, you two had a bet?!” The realization hits him like a ton of bricks.

Sarah's the one to laugh now. “Actually, the three of us had a bet…,” she's pointing between you, Bucky and herself, “we all bet twenty bucks. I said you'd come out around spring break, she chose Thanksgiving and Bucky said New Year’s.”

“The twin for the win!” You announce and grab a roll, setting it on your plate.

Bucky leans into your ear and whispers, “I'll pay you later.”

“Unfuckingbelievable! My own family is against me!” Steve pouts and throws himself down in a chair, being hella overdramatic.

“Aww sweetheart, don't get so salty. They're just having fun.” Clint sits next to his boyfriend.

Your mom chuckles and brings over the platter of turkey and sets is down directly in the middle of the table. She then sits in her own chair and looks around at everyone gathered around for the holiday meal. No one touches anything, the four of you waiting on Sarah to say grace. Even if you weren't a Rogers, you'd best know that Sarah takes grace very seriously, and the shit will pop off if you touch anything before the matriarch says o’n.

“Bucky, Clint, welcome.” She starts and smiles softly at the two newcomers. “This is the first of many holidays you'll probably spend in our home. You'll always have a place here at this table, as long as you're good to my kids. They've both been through a lot, and I'm sure you have too. Mi casa, su casa. You'll always be family here.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Rogers.” Bucky replies

“Yes, thank you.” Clint follows suit and Steve grabs his boyfriends’ hand and gives it a squeeze.

Sarah gives a knowing look and you all join hands, your mother ready to bless this meal. “Dear Dia, thank you for this food we are about to receive and the hands that helped prepare it. Thank you for the blessing of my two children, who make every day worth living and many thanks for allowing us to still be together to share this blessed day. This past year has been a rough one Dia, but you've seen us though and we will forever be in your debt. Thank you for the newcomers to our table and the relationships they have formed with Steve and Y/N, and may you continue to bless them as they go forward in love and life. And thank you James, for finding our Y/N and bringing her back into the light from the darkness within. You'll never know how much it means to both Steve and I to see her smiling face again. We have so many other things to be thankful for Dia, and our family will always be grateful and will never take a single thing for granted. In his name we pray, O’N.”

“O’N” Steve and you reply.

“Amen.” Bucky and Clint say in unison.

“Fies!” Sarah happily declares and the four of you dig in and start loading up your plates, Thanksgiving at the Rogers home ready to commence.

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gustafsnightangel · 4 years

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Shattered Lives Ch 13 Pt 2

She curled back into him and relaxed, she was exhausted. His arms came around her again and he kissed the top of her head.

“So what are you up to while I’m out for lunch?” He asked hoping that she’d sleep and rest.

“I have to go shopping so I can make stuff for tomorrow. Cake and party food, birthday pancakes. Because let me tell you the hell I’d pay if Liam was denied double birthday pancakes.” She snorted. “I’m spoiling the boys a little this week.”

“Nothing wrong with that and I’m sure the kid is going to shoot straight up soon on a growth spurt.” He smiled.

“Thursday will be a rough day for them.” She said quietly.

“It will be for you too love.” He said softly.

“There have already been some tears but mainly from the twins. Brendan’s will come later, he’s keeping it together for me and his siblings.”

“I told him on Saturday when I called and you were at work that you guys weren’t alone this time, that you had help, and it seemed to settle him.” He kissed her gently. “I’m happy to have them come to me if they need it love.” His eyes searched hers, ice blue and calmer now.

She looked at him. This kind, gentle soul, how did she get so lucky. “I hope he does. He needs you. And it troubles me to dump that on you.” She said quietly.

“I keep my promises love.” He said simply and she nodded.

“I know, and you need to get ready I don’t want to make you late.” She said looking at the time and changing the subject before she started crying in his lap again. No wonder she was exhausted, she’d bawled her eyes out for over two straight hours.

“You ok if I shower here?” he asked and kissed her softly as she looked at him.

“Of course. I’ll find you some towels.” She didn’t rise, she just looked at him a moment, damn she’d fallen hard for him. She kissed that clever mouth and got up to find some clean linens.

He let the hot spray of the shower beat against his face, he was relieved she’d talked. He knew there was much more than the short version she’d given him today but it was a start. Healing would take time. He dried off and dressed, and by the time he came out to the kitchen he saw her sitting at the table staring into space lost in thought, lost in memories.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her head breathing her in, calming her and himself.

“You ok love?” He asked as she leaned back against him.

“I will be. Just thinking.” He let her go so she could stand.

“I’ll be back soon.” His fingers toyed with her hair. He didn’t want to go now and leave her like this having just purged her system. It had the potential to hit her again harder and he didn’t want her to be on her own when it did.

“Have fun, I’ll be fine, I have shopping to do and a cake to make.” Her smile was wide at the thought of his and Lily’s birthday tomorrow.

”Keeping busy.” His smile was understanding.

“Yeah, I have to.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him with that love and tenderness that blew his mind. “Thank you for being you.” She murmured.

“Always.” His wink has her smiling.

They walked to the door and he stood on her threshold, something they hadn’t done for a while and his heart skipped at the memory. He kissed her deeply, one of those lip locks that blanked her mind and curled her toes.

“You’re beautiful Sildie.” He said softly.

“Only to you love.” She chuckled.

“I’ll see you in a bit, oh, and eat something please.” He said kissing her again quickly.

“I will.” Not that she felt like it.

With Gustaf gone she collected her things and made a shopping list. She’d likely forget something today as her brain wasn’t really engaged in birthday mode. She’d snap out of it, she had to tomorrow, for Lily, for Gustaf. She would not let the grief into the day tomorrow.

This week wasn’t going to plan she thought as she drove to the market. She’d wanted to rock his world yesterday but Lily got sick and today she’d planned to make up for that and she’d imploded instead. The poor guy was probably wondering why the fuck he’d come home to all this crap in the first place.

She was in the cake mix and flour section and cursed. She’d forgotten to ask him what dessert he liked because Brendan was determined to make his favorite. She took out her phone and sent the simple question.

What’s your favorite dessert?

He grinned at her text as he talked with his brother Alex.

You.

“Oh Ha ha funny man.” She mumbled but couldn’t help the grin that spread wide across her face.

Of the edible variety.

Still you love.

She was actually chuckling now.

If you couldn’t have me.

“Then I would die.” He mumbled to himself and texted her back.

Then I’d be very upset.

Damnit Gustaf be serious.

I am serious.

Favorite dessert of the food variety that’s not me or my anatomy or part thereof.

She was actually giggling now, he had that effect on her. The man could be sweet and insufferable all at the same time. He knew how to push her damn buttons.

Still you if I use you as a plate. How I’d love to eat something saucy off you, lick you in all those places that make you moan for me.

“Fuck me.” She muttered and groaned inwardly at those words. She knew exactly the tone he’d say them in too.

Favorite dessert of the food variety that’s not me my anatomy or part thereof, or used in said desserts method of plating, distribution, or consumption. Don’t make me lawyer you further love, you’ll lose.

He huffed out a laugh and grinned. Damn he loved it when she got all feisty and the lawyer surfaced.

Oh you meant specifically?

He could picture her getting flustered and grinned. Anything to get her mind off the week for a second.

Yes.

Kladdkaka. Second favorite dessert. You will always be my first.

Maybe you can have both ;)

“Maybe I will.” He chuckled.

Don’t tease and stop biting your bottom lip.

She huffed out a laugh as she was doing exactly that and knew his response would be that growl that made her pussy tingle in anticipation.

I’ll see you soon, enjoy the rest of your lunch.

Did you eat?

Not yet.

Please eat love.

Maybe I want dessert first.

You’ll only get dessert if you’ve eaten first, of the food variety as stated above.

He grinned, he knew the lawyer would find a loophole otherwise.

Go eat I’ll be home soon.

With the shopping done she got everything into her apartment and then wondered how she was going to refrigerate the extra food. Thinking Gustaf wouldn’t mind she grabbed his spare key and went next door.

She knocked first, he may have said it was her home too but it was still his apartment. She smiled as she closed the door remembering what he’d done to her against it and felt her pussy throb. Maybe one day soon she’d get him to do it to her again.

It took her a few trips but with everything stacked in his fridge she breathed out and relaxed suddenly feeling very tired. The morning was finally catching up to her. Blowing out a breath she went to the bedroom and decided to nap until he got home. With any luck she could rock his world a little before she had to pick the kids up. Stripping she curled up and sleep took her under in moments.

It was good seeing the family all together and couldn’t wait until Sildie was comfortable enough to meet them. He’d explained why, again, and had to sit through the playful ribbing from Alex that Sildie was just a figment of his imagination.

That was until Bill bailed him out, he’d seen Lily cradled in his arms. And once Gustaf told them she’d had some shit go down and they were still adjusting he let it go. His father cornered him before he left and asked to invite her and the family to Christmas. It would be a mad house but they wanted to welcome her with open arms, her and the kids.

“She’s made you happier than I’ve ever seen you.” Stellan said gently.

“I’m in love with her, stupidly so.” He grinned a shy grin and dropped his head.

“I can see.” His father playfully elbowed him and let it be. “It’s a good thing. Embrace it, women like that only come around once.”

There was no answer at her apartment and thinking she was still out shopping he decided to go home and chill until she was done. He figured he could go a round with the bag and meditate before she got home. He knew there were some things he needed to sort through in his mind from earlier today.

He found her shoes by the door, her purse and phone tossed haphazardly on the counter and it set that smile wide across his face. He made it to the doorway of the bedroom before he stopped and took in the sight.

His goddess curled up, naked and asleep. The day had caught up with her. He set an alarm on his phone for kid pickup just in case he fell asleep too. Quietly he shucked his clothes and curled up behind her.

He kissed her head and ran a hand the length of her body before snaking his arm around her pulling her close. Her scent wafted, intertwining with his, relaxing and arousing him. He’d missed her.

Laying there he let his mind drift. He been home two days and it felt like two years. He knew it wasn’t forever, the grief would dissipate eventually. It would be better once the week was done. Yes it was hard work but she needed him, the kids needed him, he would settle, he would find that peace again, for all of them.

She turned in his arms, still fast asleep. Her own arm finding its way over his hip, her hand curled tightly under her chin fanned out over his chest. Even in sleep she searched for him, searched for that comfort he was only too willing to give her.

He kissed her brow and let his fingers dance over her in lazy strokes, soothing more than arousing. Even so, he was already hardening for her with those curves flush against him. He’d never tire of the way she felt in his hands, against his body.

She felt his touch pull her from the sleep that had descended so suddenly. That familiar scent, the scruff tickling her forehead as he kissed her. Still half asleep she tipped her head back and found those lips she suddenly had a craving for.

Her kiss was soft and tender as she started to wake.

“You found me.” She mumbled sleepily and opened her eyes to see that gorgeous face, those smile lines of a man that brought her so much joy.

“I did, all naked, just how I like you.” He murmured and kissed her sweetly. “Good nap?”

She nodded. “I think I needed it. How was lunch with your clan?”

“Noisy, boisterous, but loving.” He left out the part where they gave him crap about not bringing her, she didn’t need that now. “Did you eat?” He asked with a slight smirk and played with the soft waves of copper at her shoulder.

“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie, she’d eaten a few grapes as she put the groceries away. He’d never said how much she had to eat.

“Good.” He whispered and kissed her longingly.

“What’s the time? I have to pick the kids up at five.” She asked as his mouth traveled to her throat, she didn’t want to be late and have them worry.

“It’s only two thirty ish.” He said looking over at the clock on the nightstand. “And I have an alarm set for four so you have time to be there by five.” His fingers trailed from the hair at her shoulders to tangle into it at her head as he kissed her, tongue teasing hers.

“In the interim.” He growled. “I want my dessert.” He rolled them so she was pinned under him as she laughed.

Her laugh made him smile. He hadn’t heard it in a while and it made his heart fill with joy that he could make her laugh like she didn’t have a problem in the world. One day, he thought, one day he hoped she wouldn’t.

He kissed his way down to her breasts, spending time to pinch and tease her nipples. He sucked the hard buds into his mouth and rolled his tongue over them. Her moans were already making him throb for her. He wanted to feast, to arouse, and finally to claim. Claim her as his again and again.

She couldn’t think when he touched her like this, talented hands, clever mouth, and that tongue. How he used just the tip to ignite a fire across her skin. To taste the dips and valleys of her curves.

She gave herself over to him so completely, without hesitation, without question. He lay between her legs, thighs spread as wide as she could manage comfortably. His lips tortured the tender flesh where thigh met pelvis, that dip before her pussy. He nuzzled her there until her breathing was erratic and her hands were fisting in the sheets.

Only then did he lick fully from entrance to clit and watched as that perfect body arched off the bed. Her cry out was strangled as the assault on her senses continued as his lips suctioned to her clit and brought her undone. His hand stretched up the length of her torso, palm flat against her chest, forearm nestled between her breasts.

He held her still while his mouth tasted and savored the flavor of her. Sweet, juicy, and all his. He felt her release build, the gentleness of her hips grinding against his mouth as she sought for pleasure. It was only when he felt her body tense that he stopped, denying her orgasm.

He kissed his way up her body and devoured her mouth, her whimper the only noise that expressed her displeasure at not falling into bliss. He was painfully hard as he pressed her into the mattress with his body weight.

“Give yourself to me.” He murmured and continued to take her mouth with his. He’d always ask, and he knew she was sore after last night.

“I’m always yours love.” She said softly and his gaze locked onto her at her words.

“How sore are you from last night?” He asked as her fingers lightly stroked his spine. “Honestly.”

“I’m ok.” She nipped his ear gently. “And I want you to do it again.” She whispered and felt his teeth lightly sink into her throat at her words. “I want you to take me.” I want to feel anything but the grief I feel she thought.

“Roll over.” He growled, that one finger grazing her hip to signal her to do as he asked.

She loved the way he took control, the thought at what he would do to her sending a thrill down her spine and deep into her pussy. He was always gentle, but the pleasure he inflicted on her was a torturous ecstasy.

He knelt and placed a pillow under her pelvis as she rolled. Those curves seducing him as he kissed the length of her spine, the curve of her hips.

“On your knees love.” His hand slipped between her thighs and opened them as she slightly raised up on her knees.

He knelt between them and spread them as wide as her body would allow. He stretched his hand along her back and into her hair, and let the strands fall from between his fingers as he toyed with it.

Taking his engorged cock in his hand he stroked the tip along her from entrance to clit, her whimper only adding to his arousal. He looked down, her ass in the air, him poised to take her, ready to slip into that silken heat. He felt her tremble as he circled his tip at her opening.

Her cry soft as his hand drifted down her spine and back up to her hair. He would tease her relentlessly before he took her.

“Gustaf.” She gasped as he continued to arouse her.

She tried to rock back, to force him inside her but his hand barred the way.

He left his tip at her entrance and leaned over her body.

“What do you want?” He asked at her ear as his hand tangled gently into her hair again.

“You.” She whimpered. “All of you.” She was begging for him now. “Please.” She wanted to feel him inside her, fucking her, taking her.

“I want you hard love.” He said warning her he was going to have her how he wanted. “I love taking you like this.”

“Please.” She cried again as his hand fisted a little tighter in her hair.

He slowly and gently tip fucked her for a few moments and then stilled, letting the anticipation build, her body quiver at the thought of him slamming into her. He pulled on her hair gently as he tightened his grip and bit down on her neck just below the ear, she’d have a mark there tomorrow.

“What do you want?” He asked again softly.

“You.” She breathed and screamed out as he plunged into her, filling her completely.

Those tight soft walls of her pussy gripped him as he started to thrust. Each stroke was strong, powerful, and merciless. He pounded into her, the need to fuck her overwhelming him.

She took every thrust he gave her, taking him deep. She fisted her hands in the sheets and began to rock back meeting his thrusts and driving him deeper.

“Yes.” He growled. “Fuck that feels good.” His groan of pure ecstasy urged her to go harder until he bottomed out.

“Sildie, yes.” He purred and closed his eyes relishing in the feel of her.

They found a furious rhythm, one that sated their need for each other, the need to fuck hard and take each other. He looked at her as he took her. His fist in her hair, cock penetrating, that gorgeous woman under him taking every inch of him, rippling with pleasure, fingers straining against the sheets.

Her whimper for him told him she was close, the unmistakable tremble through her body as she started to tense. He increased his thrusts and she followed, pushing each other toward climax.

“Go over.” He growled and pistoned his hips faster and harder. “Scream for me.” He whispered and bit that one spot on her neck he knew would destroy her.

Her body convulsed as a hoarse scream tore from her throat as she came. The soft whimpers into the mattress as it continued to tear her apart as Gustaf fucked her harder. She rocked back against him eager to feel his release, feel him give everything to her.

His body tensed and stilled for a split second before he erupted. Cock pulsing inside her he pounded into her, those silky walls milking him. Breathing heavily he gently lay on top of her and released the hold he had on her hair.

His fingers massaged her scalp as she turned to look at him. How did she tell him she loved him when they both weren’t ready for what that meant, she wondered? She kissed him with that unspoken love, it was all she had right now, the words would have to wait.

“You ok?” He asked and kissed her tenderly.

“I’m always ok when I’m with you.” Her words shook him. “I meant what I said last night, I’ll tell you if somethings not.”

“I like to check, like to ask.” He kissed her again. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“I know but you’re not. I like it when you’re in control. Unless I’m in the mood to show you a thing or two.” Her grin was playful and it made him grin mischievously, that twinkle in his eyes sparking something in her.

“Oh I like seeing your moves love.” He held her to him kissing her brow.

“I know, maybe you’ll see some later.” She smiled, at least he would tomorrow morning if she’d planned it right.

His alarm started to chime and she sighed. The bubble was burst, back to the real world.

“When later? Tonight later or later in the week later?” He asked grinning.

“You’ll have to wait and see later.” She chuckled and kissed that clever mouth. “I have to go.”

“I know. I’ll be over a little after dinner, there are a few things I have to take care of here before I head over. Assuming you want me there tonight?” He asked as she climbed out of bed to dress.

“Yes I would like you to stay the night again but understand if you need some space. It’s been a rough few days with me and coming home to our mess.” She’d understand if he wanted a night to himself, hell would understand if he said it’s too much I’m out.

She looked at him when he didn’t answer and raised her eyebrow in question.

“You’re beautiful.” Fuck he wished she was ready for those three little words. But if he was being honest he wasn’t ready for the rejection if it came, not from her.

“And you’re dodging the question.” Fully dressed she watched him stand. “Do you want to stay over tonight or sleep here?”

“I sleep where you sleep love.” He murmured in that low timbre that rippled through her body. “I just need to catch up on a few things.” His hands cupped her face gently and he kissed her.

“As long as you’re sure, just come over when you’re done.” She said softly and ran her fingers over his chest.

“Go get the kids, I’ll be over soon.” He kissed her and lingered, he was so gone over her.

He heard the click of the lock on his front door as she left and headed to his gym room. He didn’t have much to take care of but he did need this time to get things under control mentally and keep them there. He’d done a good job while he was away and he needed to keep that flowing into his time at home. She’d understand when he was ready to tell why he needed to work the bag, the potential violence in him, the anger that spiraled out of control when he didn’t keep it in check. For right now he needed to work hard at it, keep it under control.

His workout wasn’t as explosive as it had been when he was away, that was a positive, he was healing too. He was still working through his issues with Ana but it was better. The anxiety was under control and his anger was being kept on a tight leash.

He let the emotion from the morning bubble up. Pounded the bag with precise punches as the tears came. She was so wounded, so lost without her brother. It was something he couldn’t fix, couldn’t make better, he could only help her heal.

“Fuck I hope I’m not making this shit worse for her.” He breathed and held onto the bag resting his head against it a moment. “Just breathe.” He reminded himself. “Just breathe.”

He showered and sat for meditation and reflected on the love he had for Sildie. It was real, he felt the difference and it ran deeply. He was pretty sure she felt the same way and that was what worried him. They both had the potential to hurt each other, destroy each other. Hurt the kids, and that terrified him.

“Maybe that’s why neither of us have uttered those three little words.” He murmured to himself. “We don’t want to be hurt, hurt each other, or hurt the kids.” He sighed.

They had both been hurt in the past but he wouldn’t make the same mistakes, he’d promised her that. He wouldn’t compare the two women and maybe that’s what’s holding me back he thought. Maybe that’s why I haven’t said it, too busy thinking about how he’d said it almost instantaneously with Ana. And now he was too caught up in figuring out when the timing was right.

His eyes snapped open with the epiphany. “It’ll never be the right time, you just have to tell her how you feel.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and stood.

“I’m such an idiot.” He breathed and huffed a laugh.

“Friday, after the day in the snow when things have calmed down.” He decided. “No chickening out.” He said to his reflection on the hall mirror as he went to head over next door.

He heard the cheer of Gustaf’s here when he knocked on her door and had to laugh at the twins smiling faces as they opened the it and looked up at him.

“You’re late.” Liam said sternly.

“Late for what?” He asked coming inside and closing the front door, making sure to flip the lock.

“Game time silly. We were going to play games with you as soon as we got home.” Liam said and started to drag him to the couch. “And you weren’t here.”

“Liam give the guy a chance to get through the door and breathe.” Sildie said coming into the living area with a very grumpy Lily.

“Apparently I’m late for games.” He chuckled.

“I told them you had stuff to do and you’d be over later. Sorry, I guess they’re just excited to have you here.” Lily sobbed and clung to Sildie.

“Aww Lily bear what’s wrong little lady?” He asked.

Lily looked at him with those big blue eyes but didn’t move.

“Looks like she wants mum mum tonight.”

“Well mum mum is hoping she’ll go to sleep so she can start getting things cleaned up for tomorrow.” Gustaf rubbed Lily’s back and held out his hand for her to come to him but she didn’t. Instead she pushed his hand away with an unmistakable no and burrowed into Sildies shoulder.

“Looks like I’m in the dog house with her too.” He chuckled.

“No she’s just grumpy and tired. You hungry? We already ate but I have some leftovers.” She stood there and watched him. Something was bothering him, she could see him trying to hide it. He kissed her, that gentle tender kiss that spoke to her soul.

“You ok?” She asked as her brow knit.

“I am now.” He smiled and settled. He’d almost said it and realized she really wasn’t ready. There was too much on her plate. “Where’s Brendan?” He asked walking with her to the kitchen where he saw the kid having a blast.

“Cooking.” She smiled. “And he’s really good.” She added kissing him quickly.

He stood there talking with Brendan and watched Sildie move around the kitchen. He was always in awe of her, Lily attached to her hip, putting the kettle onto boil, fixing a plate for him. He felt guilty watching her work while he just stood there.

“Go sit down.” She said and carried the hot plate to the counter where he took it from her.

“Come sit with me.” He tugged her hand gently. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes I ate.” He looked past Sildie at Brendan and he signaled a little bit with his fingers. “Are you two in cahoots or something?”

“Just making sure you keep up your strength love.” He growled. “You’re going to need it later.” He didn’t specify when later would be.

“So will you.” She purred and went to make tea. She heard the stifled groan and smiled.

He ate and took his dish to the kitchen, rinsed everything and stacked the dishwasher while Sildie was bathing Lily.

“You doing ok B?” He asked quietly, leaning against the counter watching him.

The kid nodded but hadn’t really said much to him. He knew the next few days would be hard on them, especially Brendan. He understood things a little more and deeper than the twins.

“Well just know I’m here if you want to talk, let of something steam, be angry at, it’s all cool.” At his kind words Brendan burst into quiet tears and fell into Gustaf wrapping his arms around him tightly.

“I hate them for leaving us.” He sobbed, so quietly that Gustaf almost missed it.

“Hate is such a strong word.” He said gently. “You can be angry at them but I don’t think you hate them. In fact I think you love them and miss them so much it tears holes in your heart.” Brendan nodded at Gustaf’s words and let the tears fall.

“It’s just not fair.” He mumbled, his sob catching in his throat.

“No B it really isn’t.” He held the kid tightly as he watched Sildie come out of the bathroom with Lily and come to an abrupt halt in the doorway.

He saw the question on her face of is his ok, and he answered with a nod. This is what the kid needed and this was what he’d said he was here for. It only made her love the man more for what he was to them.

“I wish to every shooting star I could make this better but I can’t.” He murmured.

“You do though.” Brendan said softly. “You’re here.” He pulled away from Gustaf and wiped his eyes. “Thanks.” He said and sniffed, his voice coming back to normal.

“Anytime. You want a drink?” Gustaf asked and fetched a water at his nod.

“Finally she went down.” Sildie said walking into the kitchen ready to do dishes. She didn’t give anything away that she’d seen Brendan cry, that was between him and Gustaf. “Who?” She asked pointing to the dishes and turning to look at Gustaf.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirked at her over his teacup and sipped his tea.

The twins eventually talked him into playing a game before they had to go to bed.

“You guys know this is only for this week right? When it’s regular school time it’s no games and bed at your normal time.” He said as he tucked them in.

“We know. It’s your birthday tomorrow.” Finn grinned.

“It is.” He chuckled. It always amazed him how quickly a kids brain processed stuff and moved on. “And Lily’s.”

“Does that mean double pancakes?” Liam grinned, the kid was a bottomless pit when it came to food.

“I don’t know, that all depends on how well you go to sleep tonight.” He said slyly, motivation was key with seven year olds.

“Are you sleeping over again tonight?” Finn asked quietly.

“ I was planning to. You guys ok with that?” To his relief they both nodded.

“We want you to stay every night.” They said in that broken sentence pattern only twins could do. It amazed him how one kid would start the sentence and the other finish it flawlessly, without even looking at each other. They just knew what each other was thinking. Most of the time he just thought they were messing with him but from what Sildie had tried to explain, it really was a twin thing.

“Well we’ll have to work on that ok. I have to sleep at my own home sometime.” And it was the truth, they would have to sleep separately at some point and it would be torture.

“Straight to sleep now ok. Lots of birthday fun tomorrow.” They pulled him in for a hug and giggled as he lost his balance and squished them with his body weight.

“Goodnight boys.” He chuckled from the doorway and flipped the light off.

“Gustaf?” Finn asked.

“Yeah?”

“Love you.” Came his tiny voice.

“Love you both.” He said quietly. Shutting the door half way he headed out to see Sildie watching him.

He walked to her and stopped in front of her.

“Hello love.” He murmured.

“Hi.” She reached up and kissed him, that slow burn and a promise of more.

He deepened it as his arms circled her drawing her closer.

“Brendan’s finishing up the cake, tea?” She asked pulling away, she was still a little shy about showing her affection for him in front of the kids which he’d expected. That would come with time too, it was all new to them.

“Damn that looks good.” He said to Brendan as the Kladdkaka cooled on the rack and the kid’s smile beamed. “Do I have to wait until tomorrow?” He winked at Brendan and went to break a piece off.

Sildies hand shot out and slapped his away. “Yes you have to wait. It’s not your birthday yet.” She saw the smolder in his eyes at her slap, his grin mischievous.

“Goodnight Ama.” Brendan chuckled and hugged her.

“Night love and thank you for cooking.” She smiled at him and watched him hug Gustaf. She sucked those tears up, hadn’t she cried enough today already?

“Night Gustaf.” The kid gave him another huge hug and Gustaf wrapped him up in his arms and squeezed.

“Night buddy.”

Alone at last he let the silence settle on them, the calm he’d been waiting for. He’d forgotten how intense kids were all the time. He wouldn’t change it for anything in the world though.

Sildie sat at the table with him and sighed out as she poured a fresh cup of tea.

“Long day.” He said softly and stroked a knuckle up her arm.

“I’m glad I got that nap in. Long and emotional, it wears you out.” She looked at him and saw the tiredness there. “You’re tired love.”

“A little.” He took her hand in his and pulled her so she was straddling his lap. “This makes it better though.” He kissed her tenderly and let his hands roam her body with no real intent for arousal.

They sipped their tea and let the soothing touch relax them both. The soft caresses, gentle kisses, and murmured words settled.

She stood and took his hand, she was ready to pass out. The day had sucked all her energy and he’d just soothed her to the point of being a puddle of goo. She wanted him naked and warm, and to snuggle with him.

He closed the door quietly and checked on Lily. The tiny girl was still out cold. He felt that overwhelming emotion for the child, the child who called him dad dad.

He turned to look at Sildie and her lips pressed against his softly. Slender fingers tenderly removed his shirt and jeans, his briefs following. She was tired but she wanted him, that slow give and take that helped her sleep, helped her heal.

“Sildie.” He breathed as his hands caressed her sides. “My Sildie.”

She was his, she wouldn’t be anyone else’s now. She was so in love with him but knew he wasn’t ready to hear those words yet. Ana had a lot to do with that. She wanted to tell him, to have him believe her but she felt if she told him now he’d spiral and she couldn’t handle the hurt, the rejection.

His hands tenderly removed her sweater and leggings. The black lace arousing him as his fingers brushed over it as he gently released her body from it.

He held her naked and soft against him, her curves pressing into him. The feel of her skin beneath his fingers as they trailed over her. Her lips supple as he kissed her with that love that was locked deeply inside him.

Laying her down he pressed her into the mattress with his full weight. She wrapped her legs around his hips and with a gently thrust he slipped inside her. His rhythm was slow, tender, but deep.

He intertwined his fingers with hers and held them as he took her. Neither of them able to touch the other.

“Look at me.” He whispered and saw her eyes find his in the faint glow from Lily’s night light.

He ground his pelvis against her clit and swallowed the soft cry as she came, that lush curvy body writhing beneath him. He quickened his pace a little before a quiet groan escaped his throat as he found release.

He rolled so she was on top and pulled the covers over them. She was almost asleep when he rolled again so she was half on the mattress and the rest of her curled into him.

“Thank you.” She murmured.

“What for love?” He was puzzled.

“For today. For listening.” She yawned and threw her leg over his getting comfortable. “For being here with me.”

“Always.” He kissed the top of her head and smiled. She’d gone under. “Always love.”

He let his mind blank and breathed in the woman in his arms. Sleep took him just quickly.

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Today on P5S, we’re taking a nice relaxing dip in the hot sprin--

Fukuoka, Kyushu! The plan was to keep going straight through to Kyoto, but Makoto was hurting from all the driving, so we pulled over with the intention of spending the night in a proper hotel and having a good meal. Which, of course, means ramen, because we gotta try the local ramen in each place. ^_^

Even Morgana wanted to try, though he requested that Akira blow on it, first, because “feline tongues are sensitive.”

The plan was to stay in Fukuoka until Makoto was feeling better, but Zenkichi called and basically said we had to get to Kyoto right away. So after a night of sleep, we got up the next morning, and we finally learned why Haru hasn’t been driving, despite having her license.

My wife has a lead foot.

Apparently no one but Joker and Queen ever drove the Mona Bus, because everyone but Makoto seemed extremely surprised.

Supposedly it was eight hours to Kyoto. We were there by noon.

Anyway, this old bar is apparently Zenkichi’s safe house, if anything ever goes wrong on an investigation.

He’s tracked the list of names that we found in the lab back to a politician called Jyun Owada, who was apparently a Shido supporter. This guy would benefit from changes of heart, and one of his supporters is the CEO of Madicce, Mr. Akira Konoe. They determine that Owada wouldn’t have a Jail himself, but that he’s probably getting Konoe to influence people for him. Which means that, since Sophia sensed a Jail in Osaka (that we missed because we were all screaming at Haru’s driving), it’s most likely that Konoe is a Monarch.

So my dart hit the board, I just gotta see how close to the bullseye.

Zenkichi heads to Osaka for a meeting with Konoe to try to get his keyword, and convinces the kids to stay behind. They need to rest and recover so they can be at their best for the Jail. Plus, he’s put them up in the nicest hotel in Kyoto! Which means it’s time to go to the hot springs!

The boys are having a lovely time relaxing. Even Morgana’s chilling on a rock with his tail in the water, basking in the chance to really unwind.

.......Atlus. We need to have words.

Not only was this absolutely unnecessary...

It’s the exact same scenario as P3. We’re even in the same goddamn city. If I thought Gekkoukan would be willing to spend 40K per person a night, it might as well be the same hotel.

Apparently, the boys went in right before the time switched over, and didn’t realize. And now, once again, they’re up for an unjust execution. At least Yosuke and Teddie were actually peeping in P4.

Personally, I think a better plan would have been to start yelling, “Who’s there?” as soon as the girls came in. Sneaking just makes it look like you’re up to something nefarious. It was an honest mistake. And really, trying to get out without causing a scene isn’t a heinous crime.

We don’t see who knocked over the thing that got them caught, but they do get caught. There’s no gameplay here. Defeat is inevitable. And...

The girls jump immediately to accusing them of being perverts. Never mind that they’re wet because they just got out of the damn hot spring. And the boys try to explain. They try their best. They explain that they didn’t realize the time had switched. They explain that they’d gotten locked in without noticing, because the men’s side doors lock when it switches over. “It was an accident,” Akira says, plaintively.

And Makoto looks at these boys that she’s fought alongside for over a year. The ones who risked their lives to save her and everyone more than once. The teammates that she stood beside as they shot a god and saved the entire damn world. The ones who, on this very roadtrip, stepped in to defend Haru from Natsume being a harassing jackass... And she says...

She sounds actually angry.

And she beats them up.

For an honest mistake.

I know this is a trope, but in this particular instance, it’s stupid, and it feels incredibly out of character. None of the boys deserve this, but Akira least of all. He’s your goddamn leader; he’s done more for any of you than anyone else. He’s been falsely accused of shit over and over, and now he has to deal with it from his own teammates?

For shame, Atlus. Shitty writing, especially because this event is never going to be brought up again. Was this supposed to be funny? Because in this situation, it wasn’t at all.

...now that I’m done being cranky, let’s go check how Zenkichi’s meeting in Osaka is going.

Hm. Nowhere, apparently, because Konoe’s gone for the day. Weird. Zenkichi had an appointment and everything.

Now let’s check on... well fuck.

Commissioner Kaburagi, Zenkichi’s boss, is summoned by the commissioner general and the previously mentioned Owada. This asshole is claiming to have evidence that the Phantom Thieves are behind all the changes of heart. They hacked into EMMA!

You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, when you’re the one behind this.

.......maybe this lady is better than I thought.

She says that there’s not enough proof, and that they need to look into things more. The commissioner general counters that the Thieves are going to be tried for murder. Because apparently they killed that poor man at the Okinawa facility after they learned how to get into EMMA.

Kaburagi knows this is bullshit and wants to investigate more, but they basically tell her to do it or else. And promise that she’ll be commissioner general one day. After the current commissioner general launches his political career with the capture of the Phantom Thieves, of course. And she’s just going to follow orders. Never mind. God. I didn’t misjudge her at all.

Konoe goes on TV and announces that they’re shutting down EMMA temporarily, because the Phantom Thieves hacked it and stole personal information. He also informs everyone that they murdered one of his employees. Zenkichi and I had the same reaction, which was “WHAT?!”

Look at this asshole.

Zenkichi realizes what’s going to happen and takes off for Kyoto. Cut to that night, where there’s an entire fucking squad of police outside of the hotel in riot gear. For seven teenagers. Zenkichi shows up and basically pleads with Kaburagi to stop and think, because the real mastermind is still out there.

Kaburagi snaps back with, “You mean like with your wife?” and Zenkichi shuts up. Low blow, lady. She also points out that he seems very attached to criminals.

Before Kaburagi can have the police storm the place, Zenkichi yells for the kids to run, and gets arrested for it. The kids make it to the safe house, but when they find out about the arrest, they want to go after him. They end up agreeing to let Makoto handle that, and then we get a look at King Asshole himself.

I hate how nice this man’s office is.

And I’m kind of afraid of EMMA.

Good luck with that, though. You’d have to break them first; you can’t change the heart of someone stable enough to have a persona. Not that this fuck would know that.

God, he’s like if Shido and Maruki had a fucked-up kid. He wants his own personal team capable of entering the metaverse and changing people, to make the world “better”. Holy fuck.

Somehow I don’t think you’re the one in the right, when you’re talking about making us a “sacrifice to bring about [your] new world order.”

So the next day, the Thieves get a text from Akane’s phone number, that basically says she’s been kidnapped. It’s clearly a trap, but they all agree that they have to go. According to the text, if they want her back, they need to come to Inari Taisha.

Also known as Fushimi Inari, the largest Inari Shrine in Japan. I’ve been there.

I have literally been right there. I have a picture:

And so the kids head into a Jail based on Fushimi Inari where the keyword is “Phantom Thieves”, and I try not to explode from sheer glee because oh boy I thought I’d have to wait a lot longer for this and also I didn’t expect it to be somewhere I know.

Eeeeeeeee~

They find Akane tied up and all go running towards her. Futaba trips, and before she can catch up, a huge cage snatches up the rest of them, because surprise, the Jail Monarch is Akane, and she’s absolutely ready to lord it over them.

Meanwhile, Zenkichi is getting beaten up in interrogation and taking it like a champ.

But it’s okay, because Makoto called in a favor. <3

Futaba managed to get back to the safe house, and Zenkichi met up with her there after Sae got him released.

So you know that bit in P5 where the phan-site poll hits 100% belief and we summoned a demon the size of a skyscraper? That’s Zenkichi right now, except he’s hitting Maximum Dad Energy and I’m pretty sure he’s going to summon his persona.

There’s a cool stealth sequence where you have to sneak by a bunch of shadows, because Zenkichi doesn’t have a persona. Futaba runs navigation for him, but it’s so funny because he... sneaks like a regular person. He doesn’t leap into cover with superhuman speeds.

It might have been cool to play Zenkichi With A Gun, but stealth mode was fun, too. XD

And then the confrontation with Akane. She gives the Thieves a choice of who wants their heart changed first, but before anyone can stupidly volunteer, Zenkichi shows up, and a few more things get revealed. Most importantly, the fact that Owada is the one who killed Zenkichi’s wife, and Zenkichi got death threats directed at Akane if he didn’t stop investigating. No fucking wonder he couldn’t solve the case. But Akane is too disillusioned to listen, because she doesn’t understand. And Zenkichi is forced to confront that at some point, he compromised his morals, telling himself he was doing it for Akane.

This line wasn’t sung, but I kind of wish it was, considering who his persona is. :P

Zenkichi admits that he might have been wrong. But he was doing it to protect the only family he had left.

“But at least I know what makes a person evil. Evil only cares about itself. It’s the mark of a man who would bring another to ruin and dare not show remorse.”

And his awakening was badass.

Shitty picture, but his literal shadow had glowing eyes while it was forming the contract. It was so cool. :D

Wolf is awesome. After beating up a whole hoard of shadows by himself, Akane got away, the Thieves were freed, and we all went back to the safe house to rest. And I swear, you take a nap for one hour, and cannot get any peace. XDDD

Thank you, darling. Now I gotta figure out what deck that’s from.

So that was today. Technically I only played for like...2 and a half hours?? But god, we hit the hot springs and everything just flung itself directly off a cliff and all I could do was hold on.

I have so many thoughts about things!!! But I need to see more first. But this has been fantastic overall.

#god this is a long one #Li plays P5Scramble

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sunmoonandeddie · 5 years

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best friend’s fuck buddy

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,255

summary: Bucky is really bad at dealing with feelings. Like, ‘I’m gonna fuck my teammate who happens to be your best friend to try to ignore my feelings for you’ kinda bad.

chapter warnings: Some h*ckin’ words. Mentions of sex.

a/n: So like. Saw a post today that said “yeah sex is great but have you ever been in love” and this just kinda blurted it out. Just something quick and fun. Let me know what you think!

“We can’t keep doing this.” James sat on the edge of the bed, biting his lip as he stared down at the floor. The room still smelled of sweat and sex and Natasha’s perfume and he just… couldn’t do it anymore. He’d dragged his briefs back on the second they were finished as guilt overtook him.

And it was ridiculous. Because he was single as shit and therefore, he had every right to sleep with a hot woman, even if he wasn’t necessarily attracted to her. Sure, he could appreciate Nat’s whole… aesthetic, but it wasn’t what he wanted.

She wasn’t who he craved. She wasn’t who he had been imagining under him just minutes before.

And her name definitely hadn’t been the one that had fallen from his mouth just seconds before.

“We’re really going to do this right now?” Natasha asked as she slipped out of the bed. She pulled on a large t-shirt—Bucky was sure it was Steve’s at one point, but the girls on their little team had a habit of stealing everyone’s shirts to sleep in—and a pair of shorts. She raised her eyebrows at him, and after realizing he was serious, said, “I guess it’s only fitting, since you moaned the wrong name while being balls deep inside of me.” At his flustered look, she smirked. “At least give me a minute to clean up.”

“Natasha,” he said slowly, watching as she moved to the bathroom attached to his room, as flashbacks of another life came to mind. Memories of late-night trysts when they were both in HYDRA’s chains. The 90s had been a wild time for the both of them.

But it never meant anything. It was always driven by the need to feel something, even if it was just someone else’s skin in a situation that didn’t involve getting rid of a body. Raw lust clouded both of their minds and the sex that happened was primal, urgent.

Kind of like it was now.

Granted, they had much more time to fuck now, but it was still just a way to get rid of tension. Like an extra workout.

“Bucky,” the redhead replied in a slightly mocking tone as she came out of the bathroom, tying her hair up. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t worry. I knew what this was when we started up this whole thing again. I was under no illusion that it was any different than when we first met.”

And that still made him feel like shit because back in the 40s, he hated guys like him. He might’ve gone on a lot of dates and slept with a few, but he never kept a girl around just to fuck. He’d never used someone like that before. But Natasha had made it easy to do exactly that, because she was doing the same thing to him. She had definitely been avoiding her feelings for a certain green monster, though she’d never admit it.

“Stop it with the kicked puppy look,” she said with an eyeroll. “Y/N might find it cute, but not me.”

His cheeks went a dark red as he stared down at the floor. He knew there was no need trying to pretend that he didn’t have feelings for you. That had gone out the window the second he moaned your name.

“You’ve really got it bad for her, huh?” Nat laughed as she observed the man in front of her. He was the world’s deadliest assassin—behind her, of course—and all it took was a girl to bring him to his knees. “Are you gonna tell her?”

“Tell her what?” He asked, rubbing his hands on his briefs nervously.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, clearly unimpressed. “Don’t play stupid. It doesn’t suit you.” She walked over to him, resting her hand on his arm. “Bucky, if you care about her as much a I think you do, you need to tell her.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, guilt clouding his mind. Nat and him had been through a lot together, and it felt disrespectful, ending things because he was in love with another woman. Her best friend, of all people.

And she just laughed again, already reaching for the door. “I’m not jealous of her, Buck. Really.” She turned back to look at him, her green eyes glimmering in the dim light. “Y/N is one of my best friends, and one of the best people I know. If she makes you happy, you need to go for it.”

He stared at her with those puppy eyes of his again, though he wasn’t even aware that he was doing anything. “What if I ruin her?”

“Ruin her?”

“Yeah,” he said with a scoff as he tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling. “She… She’s this… good person. Like you said, one of the best, and I…” The look in his eyes broke her heart a little. “I’m me.”

“Bucky,” she said slowly, letting out a huff. “You’re a good person, too, you know. You deserve someone who love’s you just as much as anyone else.” She chuckled, the sound reverberating through the otherwise silent room. “Maybe more than anyone else.” Nat turned back to the door, opening it. But she paused and glanced back towards him once more. “Don’t push her away just because you’re scared.”

And then she was gone, the door shutting behind her with a soft click.

Bucky fell back onto his bed with a groan. He even went as far as grabbing a pillow, holding it to his face, and screaming into it. It didn’t help, though he supposed trying it meant something, whatever it was. Steve was big on that, telling him that trying was always better than not trying. Even if it was something as stupid as screaming into a pillow.

He had avoided it for so long, the feeling in his chest, but Nat’s words just made it all the more real.

He was completely, stupidly in love with you.

He was so in love with you that he couldn’t even fucking orgasm without thinking of you, no matter how icky and creepy it made him feel. He had to close his eyes while his dick was inside Natasha fucking Romanov because it wasn’t you, and had even gone as far as moaning the wrong fucking name. Men would kill to screw her, and he had—dozens of times—and yet, he didn’t want her.

He wanted you. Had since the first time he’d seen you, if he was being honest.

“Bucky!” Steve shouted, knocking on his door. “Living room. ASAP.”

The man in question grunted as he pulled himself out of the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. It was their one day off and all he wanted to do was sleep. But the punk he called his best friend seemed to be determined to not let it happen.

And as much as he wanted to just ignore him, he knew that if he ignored Steve he’d just come barging into Bucky’s room and drag him by his ear to the living room.

His hair was a bird’s nest, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t give any less fucks than he did in that moment. He didn’t even care that Sam would give him shit about it. The sooner he got to whatever was happening in the living room, the sooner he could get back to his nice, warm bed.

He dragged his feet all the way to the living room despite knowing that it annoyed the living shit out of Tony. Whatever the reason was that Steve had dragged him out of his little safe haven, he was sure that the billionaire had a hand in it.

But he froze in his tracks the second he stepped into the living room.

He was sure that he was dreaming, because there’s no way someone as beautiful as you actually existed. He’s sure that somewhere out there an artist is missing their muse, that you’ve stepped out of the Greek myths of Aphrodite, a goddess taking human form.

The second your eyes turned to him, he remembered his horrible case of bedhead, and subsequently decided that he wanted to throw himself from a bridge. Maybe the one he’d seen Steve on when he was still HYDRA’s puppet.

Yeah, that one would work.

“Hi,” you said, holding your hand out for him to shake as you walk towards him, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “I’m Y/N.”

Bucky opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just sat there staring at you like a fucking codfish. Your bright e/c eyes were staring up at him in concern, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, and he wanted to scream. He’s sure there’s gotta be some kind of law against being so god damn pretty.

Steve smirked as he moved to stand beside you, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Y/N, this is Bucky Barnes. Bucky, this is Y/N.” He raised his eyebrows at the brunet, the smug bastard. “She’s a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, but she’s going to be our resident doctor.”

“Resident doctor?” Bucky repeated, and if it was possible, his eyes widened even more.

“I’m here for when one of you guys gets fucked up,” you said, shocking the man with your language. “I’ll be going on missions with you and staying here at the compound.”

He nodded dumbly, still staring at you.

It wasn’t until you giggled that he realized he was still shaking your hand. He quickly dropped it, his face going dark red as he pointed back towards the hallway. “I’m, uh, I’m just gonna—Yeah.”

He quickly disappeared down the hall, groaning at how badly he had just embarrassed himself. Here he was, meeting the prettiest dame he’d ever seen, and he can’t so much as get his name out. He finally made it back to his room and after shutting the door, let his head rest back against the wood.

He was royally fucked.

And even as he stared at his ceiling now, he has the same thought.

He was truly, thoroughly, royally fucked.

The shower he took to wash away the smell of the redheaded assassin was far too long. He spent most of it with his head against the wall and the water hot against his back. He’d tried for months after first meeting you to ignore you, ignore how he felt, but it was to no avail. Within just six months of first meeting you, he was entirely yours.

Even if you didn’t know it.

After his shower, he doesn’t think, and just lets his feet take him where ever. Most of the time when he did this, he always ended up in the same place—outside the medical wing. And whenever that happened, he’d always come up with some excuse to see you. Usually it was something simple, like a migraine—even though he didn’t get those, thanks to the serum—but one time he had gone as far as detaching his arm just so you could reattach it.

So he’s truly not surprised to find himself outside your work space. From the wall of windows, he can see some Will, another S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, talking to you, clearly love struck as you wrap his wrist. It had become a normal occurrence, agents doing whatever they could to visit you. One agent, Adam, he thinks, even went as far as having another agent punch him hard enough to break his nose.

You’d never noticed, though, because you were so sweet and so focused on taking care of everyone that you didn’t even realize that everyone looked at you as though you’d hung the moon and the stars.

And he didn’t even think. He didn’t think about the possible consequences as he burst into the medical wing, because all he could focus on was how the way that Will looked at you made his blood boil. Your eyes flick to where he’d entered, the agent immediately moving away from you and making himself scarce.

Sometimes it paid to be intimidating.

“Hi, Bucky,” you said, but the soft smile on your lips doesn’t reach your eyes. Something was bothering you.

And he froze. He stopped in his tracks, and he’s vaguely aware of the sound of the doors closing behind the long-gone agent. “Uh… I…”

“Are you okay?” You asked as you moved from where you’d been typing up a medical report to stand in front of him. Your hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and he loves the way your white doctor’s coat makes you stand a little taller.

He stared down at you for long moment, swallowing. He had to do this. He had to do this because for the past year, he’d been fucking one of his best friends to try to get rid of his feelings and it hadn’t worked. Because for the first time in almost seventy years, he wanted something. Because dreams about you had interrupted his nightmares, and he’d been sleeping better since meeting you.

“I really want to kiss you,” he said, breathless and shaky.

You stared up at him with confusion and what he thinks is anger, your eyebrows furrowing. You bit your bottom lip, and he fought the urge to gently tug it free. “What about Natasha?”

Fuck. He didn’t think you’d known about her.

“What do you mean?” He asked, trying to feign innocence even though he knew it was pointless. You weren’t exactly stupid.

You raised your eyebrows at him, your hands on your hips. “Bucky, I’m not blind,” you said, your voice faint. “I can hear when she leaves her room in the middle of the night and comes back a few hours later.” You stared down at the floor, shuffling your feet. “I can also hear you when you two meet in her room.”

Fuck, he wanted to slam his head against the wall. Of course, you’d heard him. He thought that Stark would’ve made the walls thick enough and you wouldn’t hear his nightly activities with your neighbor, but apparently he was wrong.

You snorted as you stared at something off to the side, your eyes slightly glazing over. “Sometimes you two go until four the morning, in case you didn’t know.”

“We… We, uh,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nat and I… We aren’t a thing. Not exactly.”

“James, I know what friends with benefits is.”

And the fact that you called him James just told him how much you were hurt. His cheeks were a dark red as he stared down at his shoes shamefully. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” You asked, turning to organize all the shit you had gotten out to wrap Will’s wrist. There was a little bit of force in the way you put things back into their proper place, and it made him wince. “You two are adults. You can do whatever you want.”

“Please talk to me,” He said quietly, taking a step towards you. “I can’t fix things if you don’t talk to me.”

You were facing away from him, your shoulders tensed as you stared down at the gauze in your hands. “I just… I don’t know.” You placed the gauze back in its place, rattling the other contents of the cabinet. “It really hurts when the guy who’s sleeping with one of your best friends flirts with you, and makes you think that you could possibly have a chance. But then he just keeps fucking your best friend—who also happens to be your neighbor—and you can’t help but think it’s some kind of game.” Your hands gripped the edge of the counter. Your knuckles went white. “Like you only flirt with me because Natasha’s not around to keep you entertained.”

Bucky shook his head, reaching out for you desperately. “No, no, no. It wasn’t a game, I swear,” he said, turning you around. “Nat and I… We… We have a history.”

“James, it’s fine. Forget I said anything,” you muttered, trying to turn your back, but his grip on your arm prevented it.

“Y/N, it’s not.” He took in a deep breath, knowing that if he did this, there was no going back. “Nothing between Nat and I was about feelings, not even when we were still under HYDRA’s control.” He let go of your arm, rubbing the back of his neck. His mouth was dry as the Sahara, his palms sweaty. “And I know this is going to make me sound like a dick, but I only started messing around with Natasha after I met you.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you tried to move away from him again, but he pleaded, “Please listen to me. Give me…” He glanced at the clock, biting his lip, and turned back to you. “Give me two minutes. And if you don’t want to talk to me ever again, you don’t have to.”

You stared at him for a long, heavy moment, before nodding, and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/N, you are the first person I’ve wanted in a long, long time. And not just for sex.” He swallowed down the lump in his throat as his eyes stayed locked with yours. “At first I thought I was just lonely, which is why I went to Nat, but it wasn’t. It was because you’re you and everything you are is brilliant and amazing and so, so good and everything I’m not.” Bucky rubbed his hands on his sweats, his heart pounding against his ribcage. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.” You opened your mouth to say something, but he held up his hand, glancing back at the clock. “I still have thirty seconds.” He took the way you laughed as a good sign, and continued, “I’m not good at saying how I feel. I’m not good at opening up to people. I’m stubborn and more than a little rough around the edges, but I want to try for you.” His eyes watered as he stared at you. “Please.” After a long moment of you not saying anything, he added, “My two minutes are done.”

“Are you and Natasha completely done?” You asked, sounding so small.

Bucky nodded, taking a step towards you. “Yes. Yes, we’re one hundred percent done. And, uh…” He blushed a little as he looked down at his shoes. “She’s the one that told me to get my shit together and tell you.”

“What made you end it?”

“What?”

You raised your eyebrows expectantly. “What made you end it with her? I assume something happened.”

And God, the last thing he wants to do is tell you what happened just a little before, but the look in your eyes told him that you wouldn’t relent. “I, uh…” He coughed, growing more and more embarrassed. “I moaned your name.”

You snorted, smirking a little as you turned back to your organizing. He stood there for so long that he was sure that you had forgotten him, that you were done with him. But then you paused in your organizing with your eyes locked on your hands. “Dinner. Tonight. Pick me up at seven.”

He can’t stop the grin that spreads over his face and he nods, forgetting for a second that you can’t see him. When he remembered, he said, “I’ll be there at six fifty-five.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic

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yourfaveisyanderematic · 5 years

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"I just want you to love me!" with Josuke :)

((Oh god this turned out longer than I thought it would help. HELP))

It really had been the perfect day for a confession.

The sun was out, blazing against a pristine blue sky, but the spring breeze that picked up every now and then made sure that it didn’t get too hot. Flowers were abundant, growing along the sidewalks and streets you crossed and peeking out of window boxes you passed, bright splashes of color perfuming the air wherever you looked. Everything had a vital energy of promise and life, an optimism that was positively infectious. You had felt a smile grow on your face on your way here as you soaked the day in, despite everything. It was the kind of day that made anything seem possible!

That was why, you decided as you watched Josuke Higashikata’s face fall from hopeful anticipation to absolute heartbreak, today had been absolutely doomed.

Josuke hadn’t exactly been subtle about his attraction to you. He was a strong and capable guy, one who had dealt with more horrors in a couple years than most men did in their whole lifetimes, but he was still a kid, and did what kids do when they got a crush. The sudden changes in the way he treated you—no doubt he thought he was being subtle—were laughably easy to spot. You’d caught onto him when he made all sorts of excuses to be around (He wasn’t having that much trouble with English a few months ago) and humored him when he started opening doors for you and delivering lunch, making sure to pay him back and return the favor every time. He was the pure love kind of guy, easily thrilled by infatuation and the chance to be the gentleman, but it would eventually die down, as all crushes did. When that happened, he’d get interested in other girls and it would all begin again, you knew.

Except, of course, it didn’t. If anything, his interest in you grew, despite your best attempts to let him down gently or keep things friendly, and when he suddenly sent you a text message asking you to meet him in the park by his house, you knew exactly what was going to happen and what you were going to have to do. The idea of it made you want to crawl back into bed and abandon the day entirely, but Josuke was your friend and deserved the courtesy of your honest feelings.

“Is it—is it because I was too overbearing?” he blurted out, trying to hide the slight wobble of his bottom lip and failing miserably. “Because if it is, I’m sorry, I can—“

“It’s not that.” You were careful to try to keep your tone gentle, and not hurt him more than you already had, but this conversation wasn’t going to get anything but worse.

“Then is it because you don’t see me as a man? Tell me what I’m not doing, I can fix it! I’ll give up my games if I have to, I’ll do—whatever you want!” The words tumbled out in a passionate rush. “I just care about you so much, and—“ You watched him turn away a little as he hastily rubbed at his face.

“Damn pollen. This was such a stupid idea…”

“Josuke. Josuke. Look at me.” You reached out and grabbed his shoulders, steadying him and forcing him to look you in the eye. In that moment you knew that he was being completely serious, that he was desperate to correct whatever failing it was that prevented you from loving him. It was a horrible truth, but the fact was that there really wasn’t anything he could do.

“It’s not your fault. Okay? It’s not because you aren’t a sweet guy, or that your heart isn’t good enough, or that you’re not manly. Any girl would be happy to have you.” Even me, if things were different, you thought but didn’t say. Josuke didn’t seem convinced, just continued to stare at you in dejected silence.

You pressed on. “Whenever we’re hanging out, even if it’s something boring or tedious, you’ve always found a way to make it fun. I’m really happy I’m able to call you a friend, Josuke. It’s just that sometimes people…aren’t meant for each other, you know?” He could tell you were building up to something, probably read it in your face, but he just listened to you talk.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I already found someone…I already have a boyfriend. Please understand my feelings.”

Something flickered in his eyes when the words came out of your mouth, something unsettling, but you were expecting that. No man took ‘sorry I can’t date you! There’s already another guy I like more’ well, even if they had to pretend to. Even so, you’d hesitated; you and Kaito had only really begun your relationship about a week ago, and you’d avoided telling any of your friends for this exact reason. It wasn’t because you really thought Josuke would do something crazy—he wasn’t that kind of guy, you thought—but because you’d stupidly hoped that even now he’d lose interest on his own and you wouldn’t have to deal with the matter at all.

Josuke took a deep, shaky breath. He’d been handling this whole conversation like a champ, all things considered; if you were in his shoes, you had no doubt that you’d already been in tears, but it had to be done.

“Got it. Alright. I understand,” he said, after a very long pause. He gave you a sad smile and gently took your hands off his shoulders, clasping them in his own. “Don’t worry!” he said, his voice full of a fake cheer he couldn’t force himself to express with his face.

“I won’t get in your way, I promise. But, uh…you’ll still be friends with me, right? We can still hang out and everything?” His grip tightened, not with an unspoken threat but with the worry of a teenager scared of losing the object of his affection entirely.

“If you promise to be nice when he’s around,” you warned.

“Yeah! I-I mean, obviously. There’s no point in ruining our friendship just because we can’t date.” The words came easily, quickly, which you were expecting. Josuke was the kind of guy who stuck to his promises, though, so you weren’t too worried about it.

Granted, given his face when he watched you walk away, you probably should have been.

—

Josuke didn’t have a problem. He didn’t have a problem. So what if Okuyasu was getting worried, and sure, he hadn’t even told Koichi, but it wasn’t a big deal or anything! He could stop any time he wanted to.

He was just worried.

Kaito Nakayama was bad news, and he could tell that the moment he saw that slimy little smirk, the way Kaito wrapped his arm around your shoulders when he was introduced. True to his word, though, Josuke sucked it up and played nice, even if there were times he had to laugh through gritted teeth.

It didn’t matter so long as you were happy, he told himself. And hey, once you saw the creep you were dating for who he was and dumped his lame ass, maybe he’d have another shot. In the meantime, though, he stuck to his mission with renewed determination, ready to be there at a moment’s notice the second Kaito went over the line or did something shady behind your back.

He did have the presence of mind to know you wouldn’t be thrilled if you found out the…extent of his vigilance, so it became his little secret. Checking out your boyfriend’s friends and making sure he wasn’t doing anything shady began to dominate his free time, but he always made sure to be near enough to you that he could step in when trouble happened. Neither of you were Stand users, which gave him a pretty good advantage, even if it did feel a little like cheating at times…Josuke swallowed his guilt and focused back on the task at hand.

You’d been dating Kaito for eight months, now. Eight months. That was insane! How did you go that long without wanting to throw him out on his ear? Couldn’t you hear the way he talked to you? Looked at you as you walked next to him? Why did you smile when he pretended to be all gentlemanly, or choke down his shitty cooking whenever he made dinner for you?

Speaking of…Josuke leaned a little closer to get a better view through the window. Kaito was in your place again, making dinner (like he owned the place, Josuke thought with a grit in his teeth). You were getting off work by now, probably on your way home, but he had time. He just had to make sure your boyfriend wasn’t doing anything funny in your house while you weren’t there to see anything.

Usually Kaito knew better than to try anything, but something was weird about tonight—he had a small paper bag with him that he’d look into between cutting vegetables or stirring the pan. He’d been fidgeting with it since he’d let himself into your house, in fact. He’d check it while he was setting the table, checked it again when he got the groceries out, checked it another time when he went back to adjust the plates a couple centimeters…

Was it drugs? Was this bastard going to put something in your food? Josuke itched to get closer and check for himself, but Kaito was frustratingly attentive and never took his eyes off the bag for more than a few seconds, and he couldn’t get in the house without revealing himself anyway. He took a deep, frustrated breath, inhaling the scent of cooking food that made his stomach grumble traitorously. Shit, he should have packed a snack before coming here, it was going to be a long night. He had to make sure that Kaito wasn’t planning on trying anything weird with whatever it was he had in the bag.

As if reading his thoughts, Kaito finally reached in the bag and pulled the item out, turning it over in his hands. It wasn’t a pill bottle, but a small box, the kind you’d put jewelry in. Alright, so he was trying to buy more of your affection with gifts, that wasn’t so bad. It was still bad, but nothing he couldn’t handle—you were never one for lavish gestures, and imagining the annoyed look on your face as you pushed the box back at Kaito was enough to put a smirk back on his face.

And then the bastard opened the box, and Josuke happened to be in just the right position to see what was inside—a small band of white gold, the single diamond in its center twinkling at him mockingly in the kitchen’s fluorescents.

It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t.

Josuke watched with increasing horror as Kaito dithered, hoping against hope that it was just another present but already aware of the only thing it could be.

“No,” Josuke whispered, unable to help himself as your boyfriend walked over to the dining table and started pantomiming getting on one knee by the side, proposing to the empty chair, “no no no no no no no—“

There was no way you were going to say yes. Not because Josuke was going to stop you, but because you were too smart to see anything permanent in this guy, too smart to actually fall for it and become his fiancé, too smart to actually marry someone like that (too smart to marry someone who wasn’t him, the traitorous voice at the back of his head hissed). Josuke felt his heart pound in his ears and body move on his own, too caught up in his rage, and only distantly heard the commotion as Crazy Diamond’s fists slammed through the door, breaking it down and letting him step through. He strode towards the other man, hands already curling into fists.

Kaito shot up, banging his hip on the table in his haste to get to his feet. “Oh my god! Higashikata? What the hell—“

But Josuke was already on him, dragging him forward by the collar of his shirt, only a few inches between their faces.

“You’d better not,” Josuke said in a low, dark growl, “You’d better fucking not. I saw what you were doing with that shitty little box—“

“Jesus, you can’t just barge in here like that—did you break that door? That’s—“

“Thinking you can just take her away just because she tolerated your shady ass for a few months—“

“Why are you even—what?” Kaito said blankly as Josuke’s last words finally registered. He searched Josuke’s face for a second in dawning comprehension, and then laughed, a quiet derisive sound. “Oh. That’s what this is?”

Bold of you to laugh when I’m this close to breaking your neck, shitheel. Josuke didn’t bother responding, just shoved him away, watching with savage satisfaction as Kaito collided with the table and knocked everything over in a shower of silverware and breaking china, the shards skittering across the floor like shooting stars. He quashed his growing guilt at making such a mess in your home, too focused on the fact that this bastard had the nerve to still be laughing.

“I get it, okay? You’re mad because she picked me over you, I could tell whenever we were all together. Felt your eyes on me wherever we went, but I didn’t say anything because she kept you around for some reason. But I’m only going to say this once. There’s nothing you can do about it, alright?” Kaito started to get to his feet, slowly, cautiously. Josuke didn’t move, which the other man took as an encouraging sign. He spread his hands, gesturing to the destruction that just happened.

“This? This isn’t going to make her change her mind, buddy. If anything, it’s just going to make her realize just how insane you are.” He seemed to notice that Josuke’s knuckles were white from how tightly he clenched his fists, because he kept going.

“Go ahead, beat me up! She’ll be here any second, maybe she’ll even catch you in the act. You think she won’t call the police? She loves me, Higashikata, not your lovestruck schoolboy act or your stupid little hair routine and certainly not this stalking bullshit. Me? I could propose to her from my hospital bed and she’d—“

Kaito’s next words were swallowed as Crazy Diamond’s fist smashed into his mouth, the force snapping his head back with an ugly crack that sent a chill down Josuke’s spine, but he was too far gone to care. Kaito’s taunts had done their job too well. It only took a few seconds for him to be rendered utterly unrecognizable, Josuke straddling his limp body and raining down blow after blow, forgetting even Crazy Diamond in the throes of his fury. One spray of dark red splattered across the floor and walls as a blow landed, then two, then ten, until he paused and realized that the liquid dripping down his face wasn’t sweat or tears but blood. Someone had been screaming, a sound of pure heartbreak and rage, and it wasn’t until he took a breath that Josuke realized it was himself.

Someone whimpered. It wasn’t Kaito, now gruesomely trapped in the stillness that only the dead possessed…Josuke turned around slowly and registered you standing there, staring at him in dull shock, everything you were carrying forgotten on the ground as you took a slow step back.

“Hey—wait, I can—“

You turned around and made to bolt out the way you came, past the broken door and down the driveway, but shards of wood rose past you and reformed into the door, now locked in place. You rattled the handle in useless desperation, a scream for help—for someone, anyone—rising into your throat. You felt a hand force itself over your mouth as Josuke shoved you back against the door, mumbling placating words and promises that you were too panicked to hear or care about.

“Listen, listen, he was going to hurt you, okay? The things he said about you—he was going to take you away forever, he was gonna trap you, I had to do something or he would—“ his words ran together as he tried desperately to calm you down, holding your head with his free hand and keeping you from getting free of his grasp. You could only watch helplessly as the blood from the place your boyfriend’s head used to be pooled out further and further, watching your face in the macabre reflection.

“…I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, okay? Promise you won’t scream. Don’t scream, okay?” you realized he was saying, his voice now so soft that it was nearly a whisper. You started at his eyes, uncomprehending, unable to recognize the boy you turned down almost a year ago. Blood was still dripping from his face, but he didn’t seem to care, his gaze fixed completely on you.

You didn’t dare try to resist. You nodded slowly, timidly, and took a shaky breath as he lowered his hand from your mouth, now cupping your cheek.

“Why? I loved him,” you whimpered. He frowned as you said the words, making a face similar to the one he made that day you turned him down, but different somehow. Harder. More resolute.

“I know. I know,” he said quietly. “I just wanted you to love me.”

#yandere x reader #yandere josuke #yandere jjba #WORKING THROUGH THOSE REQUESTS SLOWLY BUT SURELY #SORRY GUYS #'Yeah I'll post this thursday' she said #like a LIAR #by me

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Love to Hate

Love to Hate: A Winterhawk Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton

Word Count: 1768

Rating: E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo - Sex Injury, @buckybarnesbingo - Y2, surprise dancing, @clintbartonbingo - dancing. Also for @until-theend-oftheline‘s Kari’s Marvelous 2K Challenge with the prompt; “I’ve never been so insulted!” - “You don’t listen much do you?”

Warnings: Smut(m|m, anal sex, frottage, a little bit of come play)

Synopsis: Bucky hates how much he loves Clint.

Love to Hate

It was one of those situations where all those things that you once found annoying, you also secretly loved. Bucky kinda hated it. He hated that he loved the way Clint always seemed to be half-assing everything. He hated that he loved the stupid jokes. He hated how much he loved how stupid Clint acted to try and get out of shit he didn’t want to do. He hated how he loved the fact that despite how stupidly fit and agile the guy was, he was still prone to extreme laziness and uncoordination. That last one annoyed him because of how much he was exactly the same.

It really annoyed him how Clint would do this ridiculous overly affectionate coupley things whenever Bucky was having a bad day and just wanted to wallow in it. It annoyed him how he’d crack a smile every time Clint did it. That he’d feel himself letting all of that go and actually being happy for a change.

It annoyed him now most of all because today had been fucking shit. It was one of those fucking shit days where the mission had involved people getting killed. He’d also tried to be a complete smartass and fallen down a manhole and bruised his hip so bad that it was still purple now.

He just wanted to sit in the dark and fume about it. He wanted to be angry about it. To sort through the shit he’d been through and been made to do and compare this to it. To go over and over what he should have done differently. Only he could already hear the music playing in the apartment. Clint wasn’t going to let him. He was going to get all up in his space and be all dumb and affectionate and Bucky was going to crack. God, he hated how much he loved that Clint could do that.

He stepped through the door and shrugged off his coat. “Does the music have to be this loud?” He grumbled.

Clint was lying on the couch absentmindedly patting the dog. There was a pizza box on the coffee table, but only a couple of slices were missing so it was likely still hot. Pizza might be good. The cat was staring at it, waiting to see if a moment would arrive that he could steal a slice and get away without being caught and reprimanded.

Clint sat up quickly and grinned. “There’s my surly boyfriend. Did you have a bad day?”

“I just wanted to know why the music was so loud,” Bucky said, determined not to crack.

Clint jumped up and almost skipped over to Bucky, pulling him into his arms and starting to grind up against him in time with the music. Not exactly dancing with him, more using him as some kind of stripper pole to dance on. “You know my hearing isn't so great.”

“What are you doing?” Bucky grumbled.

Clint wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck and leaned back a little, basically dry humping Bucky’s leg as he did. “I’m dancing with my boyfriend. Can’t you tell?”

“I thought you’d picked up some bad habits from the dog,” Bucky said.

Clint started laughing and he nuzzled at Bucky’s neck. “Come on grumpy. Dance with me.”

“You’re really fucking annoying you know that?” Bucky huffed.

Clint dropped his jaw in mock shock. “I’ve never been so insulted!”

That was when Bucky cracked. Just a little. He chuckled and shook his head and began to move with Clint. Not in the same sexually suggestive way that Clint was. More swaying with him and letting him leave. “You don’t listen much do you?”

“I try not to,” Clint replied and kissed him.

It was that last annoying thing that made Bucky crack. He couldn’t be angry anymore, as much as he wanted to be. He wasn’t going to be able to dwell on it. He was just going to relax with his dumbass boyfriend, letting himself get dragged into his dumbass things.

He kissed back. Slowly and deeply at first. It didn’t last. With the way Clint was grinding against him, and the beat of the music, it soon became hungry and animalistic. Almost like they were trying to devour each other. They nipped and bit at each other's lips. Their tongues ran over each other's mouths and then circled around each other. The whole time they danced grinding to the music.

The way Clint moved, his thigh rubbed against Bucky’s crotch. His cock twitched and then began to harden in his pants. Straining at the thick fabric as blood rushed to it. He knew Clint was in the exact same position as him. He could feel the archer’s cock rubbing on his thigh each time he swiveled his hips.

Bucky groaned and shoved Clint up against the wall. “God, you are the worst you know that?”

Clint chuckled and pulled at his hair. “Yeah, I know. Don’t really know what you’re gonna do with me.”

Bucky sucked on Clint’s throat for a moment and began to unbuckle his pants. “I can think of a few things.”

He pulled Clint’s cock out and wrapped his fingers around it, stroking it slowly as he sucked a bruise on Clint’s neck. Clint groaned and clutched at Bucky’s back. “Fucking, hell, Buck. I just wanted to dance.”

“Yeah? Is that right?” Bucky teased as he slowly stroked Clint’s cock and rolled his hips in time with the music against Clint’s thigh.

“Mm… it was right,” Clint groaned.

Bucky reached over and opened the bedroom door and Clint shoved him forward through it, attacking Bucky’s throat with his mouth. Bucky moaned at the feeling over the wet pressure on his throat. It made his skin prickle and buzz.

They started to strip. Awkwardly jumping out of their pants and getting stuck in their shirts as they tried to hurriedly get them off so they could go back to kissing. Clint had started to giggle as Bucky yanked his shirt free from his head.

“How do you even manage that?” Bucky asked pulling Clint back flush against him and wrapping his hand around both their cocks and pumping them together.

Clint groaned and his head fell back. “God, I love when you do that.”

Bucky sucked on his exposed throat. He wanted a full map of bruises on Clint that weren’t from him hurting himself.

Clint moved back onto the bed and without even looking he opened the bedside table and grabbed the lube. Bucky straddled his lap and took it from him, squirting it on both their cocks and slicking them both together.

“Wanna try something,” Clint said in a needy whine.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders,” Clint said.

Bucky did as he was instructed leaning back against Clint’s thighs and putting his ankles by his ears. Clint pulled him forward and leaned up and kissed him as he teased his cock up and down Bucky’s ass, teasing the head over his asshole before moving it away again.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a tease, Barton,” Bucky growled sliding back a bit so that the head of Clint’s cock just penetrated his ass, stretching his ring muscle out and making him moan loudly.

Clint pushed up. Slowly rising so he was in the bridge position. Only his feet and hands touching the bed. As he moved up his cock penetrated Bucky deeper, so by the time he was in full bridge pose, he was buried to the hilt.

“You really think you can hold this?” Bucky groaned leaning forward a little and gripping Clint’s neck.

Clint’s head fell back, but his arms trembled. “I can try.”

Bucky started to bounce on Clint’s dick. The whole mattress rocked with each of his movements, making Clint stagger a little. He held him up, through their joint moans and grunts and as much as his arms trembled, until with a loud cry his arms gave out and he collapsed back onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck! I think I broke my arm.” He yelped.

Bucky started laughing. It was a pure and deep laughter. One that took him over completely. He shifted his position so he still had Clint’s cock deep inside him but he was able to look down at his lover better. “You are such an idiot.”

Clint smiled up at him. “Yeah, I know. You love me though.”

“God help me, I do,” Bucky said and kissed him hungrily. He pushed Clint’s hands up above his head and pinned them there for a moment as he rode his cock hard. Bouncing on it as his own cock slapped on Clint’s stomach.

He ran his hands down the archer’s arms, feeling the sinewy muscles Clint had developed, perfecting his art. He looked down into the blue of his eyes, watching as the pupils blew out and he lost complete control. “Oh fuck yeah, Buck. Fucking ride me.”

Bucky moved faster. Bouncing up and down, up and down. Clint’s cock pulling out and then slamming back into his ass, pounding is prostate again and again. He could feel himself getting closer. A deep pressure pushing down somewhere in his abs as his balls tightened.

“You close?” Bucky groaned.

“Fuck, yes,” Clint groaned and arched his back.

Bucky wrapped a hand around his cock and began to stroke it as he continued to move. He gritted his teeth as he looked down at Clint and ran his prosthetic hand down his chest and pinched at his nipples.

Clint groaned and bucked up hard, coming deep inside Bucky’s ass. The sudden thrust against his p-spot pushed Bucky over and he came in hot ribbons, splattering over Clint’s stomach and chest.

Clint hummed and relaxed back as Bucky slipped free and lay on his side next to him. Clint ran his fingers through the cum, painting his skin with it before sucking his fingers clean and humming. “I really hurt my arm you know? I think I pulled something.”

Bucky chuckled and grabbed some wipes and began to clean Clint up. “Why am I not surprised? You’re an archer you idiot, how are you gonna work with a pulled muscle?”

Clint shrugged and rubbed his arm. “You have a bad day?”

Bucky nodded. “It’s fine. I’m here now. We should eat that pizza and take a bath.”

“You know that Pizza’s gone now right? We just left it unsupervised with the pets.”

Bucky broke down into laughter, the mental picture of the dog and cat both stuffed with pizza was too good. He nuzzled into Clint’s neck and kissed it softly. God, how he loved how much he loved Clint.

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