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kxsagi · 28 days ago
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Sooooo i love your content. Like genuinely this got me kicking my feet and blushing twin 🥀🌚🤭. Best believe I binge everything. Please don’t go bald 🤗. Anyway I wanted to ask if you could do blue lock guys (specifically Shidou, Itoshi brothers, and nagi but literally you could do anyone and I’d be giggling) with a curly haired girlfriend like 3b or 3c hair that’s like mid length. What you have them do is totally up to you but I will say i like bouncing my hair like a spring. If you do this…. Best believe we’re getting married. If you don’t… we still are😼
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“𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤: 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝”
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a/n: i won't go bald and you better not either because those curls are DIVINEEE 😩
GUESS I'M GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING DAUGHTERS WITH CURLY HAIR YAYYYY!!!!!!!!
(title goes one or two ways...)
ft. shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, kaiser michael, bachira meguru
shidou ryusei
“BOING BOINGGGG~” he sings every time you bounce your curls, like a broken clown horn on a sugar high. even in public. especially in public. the louder the better. “show ’em the bounce, babe! give 'em the real thing!” 
he will not stop flicking your curls. it’s become his favorite fidget. he’ll wrap one around his finger and let it go just to see it sproing back. once he got it stuck around his knuckle and walked around like it was a friendship bracelet. 
randomly dives into your curls and pretends to suffocate. “help. i’m drowning in luscious volume.” 
has genuinely tried to launch gummy bears into your hair. like a mini basketball hoop. when one stuck, he pointed dramatically and shouted “THAT’S THREE POINTS, BABY.” 
you yelled at him to quit messing up your curl pattern and he immediately apologized… while holding a gummy bear up like simba. 
got one of your curls caught in his lip ring during a makeout session. it took five minutes, a glass of water, and a pair of tweezers to free it. he called it a bonding experience. 
itoshi rin
the first time he saw you bounce your hair he blinked exactly once and said, “… why?” and then went silent for three hours. 
but when you weren’t looking, he started doing it too. just a little test bounce. no one saw. definitely not him. 
now when you sit on his lap, he casually picks one curl and tugs. releases. watches. repeat. you once asked if he was bored and he said, “no. this is fine.” with the emotional depth of a monk. 
you caught him laying on his back in bed with one of your curls curled around his finger like a charm bracelet. “do you like playing with my hair?” you asked, hopeful. he turned beet red and said, “shut up. it’s bouncy.” 
he won't say it, but when you’re asleep, he moves your bonnet to peek at your curls and give them one last boing for the road. 
itoshi sae
gives you the driest look in the world when you bounce your hair. like his soul left his body. “seriously?” he says flatly. but the corner of his mouth twitches. you saw it. it twitched. 
“your hair’s pretty,” he mutters randomly while tying his shoelaces, like he dropped it by accident. and then walks off like nothing happened. 
he touches your curls like they’re made of glass. especially when he kisses you. one hand on your cheek, the other softly tangled in a coil. he says it helps him focus. 
secretly lives for your post-wash fluff. you come out of the shower with the full volume and he hums, “you look like a lion.” you: “rude.” he corrects himself: “a hot lion.” 
once caught you bouncing it and mumbled, “looks like it’s got a heartbeat.” you were like what??? and he said “nevermind.” (he meant it in a hot way.) 
nagi seishiro
you = couch. your hair = headrest. he falls asleep in it like it’s memory foam. 
loves burying his face into your curls and dramatically sighing, “mmm… fluffy…” like he’s been reunited with a childhood blanket. 
“boing boing attack!” he deadpans before jumping on you like a sleepy cat. when you ask what that means, he says “you bounced. i reacted.” 
he tries to bounce your curls back at you. like gently pulling it and letting it go. when you raise an eyebrow at him, he says “what? you do it first. i’m just matching your vibe.” 
insists your bonnet is “battle mode” and refuses to let you remove it before you’ve slept a full 10 hours. “no. she’s in the silk cap. the world can wait.” 
he now owns a matching bonnet. not for himself. he just wanted to “blend in with the curls.” 
isagi yoichi
sweet baby isagi is SO fascinated. he asks questions constantly like “does it hurt to comb it?” “how do you sleep with it like that?” “what’s a curl pattern?” 
he watches you do your routine like it’s a TED talk. literally taking mental notes while holding your leave-in conditioner like it’s gold. 
once saw you bounce your curls and immediately bounced his own bangs. you both stared at each other like 🤨 until you burst out laughing. 
“it’s like watching joy incarnate.” he says as you bounce them again. “boing boing joy.” he repeats, looking extremely proud of himself. 
bought you a silk bonnet and matching pillowcase and gave it to you wrapped like a birthday gift. wrote “curl queen starter pack” on the card. 
once you taught him how to diffuse your curls properly, he refused to let anyone else do it. “no no, i got it. i am now curl-certified.” 
mikage reo
if your curls need it, he buys it. silk caps, satin-lined hoods, curl-defining jelly, the humidifier that looks like a robot. all of it. no hesitation. 
“your hair should be in a commercial.” he says while laying on your lap. “like the slow-mo type where you toss your curls and walk away from an explosion.” 
when you bounce your curls he turns into your hype man. “YESSSSSSS. get that vertical lift!! defy that gravity!!” 
insists you bounce your curls before every date. like a ritual. “it gives me life.” 
made a pinterest board titled “curlspiration” and it’s 90% you. the other 10% is lion gifs and hair emojis. 
begged to braid your curls once and ended up with the world’s loosest, lumpiest plaits. you didn’t have the heart to tell him. he wore the scrunchie like a trophy. 
kaiser michael
“your hair bounces like it has opinions.” he says, dead serious. “and I respect that.” 
acts like your hair is a crown. touches it like he’s handling royal silk. flips it for you when you’re walking, like “make room. queen coming through.” 
gets absurdly possessive over it. like if someone reaches to touch your curls without asking? he’s already stepped in with a “you got hands, but no manners?” 
if you bounce your hair he goes full fake-shocked: “whoa. what was that?? a seismic event?? call NASA.” 
tried to “boing” his own hair once to match you. looked like a confused poodle. got mad when you laughed. 
bragged about your curls on live. “yeah, her hair? bounce certified. you could land a jet on that spring action.” 
bachira meguru
this man treats your curls like sentient beings. “hello lil buddies!! you guys thirsty today?? need conditioner??” 
names them. literally. there’s kevin, becky, señor loop, and the legendary king curl near your ear. you don’t stop him anymore. 
begs you to do “the bounce” daily. “pleeease do the boingy thing again. just once. just five times. okay ten.” 
drew you in chibi form with oversized curly hair and named it boing girl: defender of curls and chaos. 
turns your hair into finger puppets. you’ll be watching TV and suddenly he’s bouncing a curl and going “hello it’s me, curly wurlie, tell her to give me snacks!” 
once slept with his face in your hair and woke up convinced he traveled to a dream dimension. “i was floating on clouds. then i tasted mango.” 
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
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thejohnlockedfemboy · 4 months ago
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“The Blues and the Smiles” :) [ Age regressor in Task Force Stalker / The Ghosts Unit ]
You had been with Task Force Stalker for several years now. They knew you as an asset on the field and an altogether good guy off-duty. You were small and quiet. Not standoffish, merely reserved in socialization.
But you had energy. You were constantly moving. A blur on the training grounds, practically feral when fighting. What little spare time you did have was unusually spent slamming your fists into the punching bag to blow off steam or pushing yourself to run just one more lap around the base.
The team had gotten used to it. They knew when you needed space, or when they could help by offering to spar with you. Still, you bounced your leg, cracked your knuckles and jaw, still had trouble remaining in one spot for more than a few minutes. It could be... distracting. Irritating, even. But you just couldn't stop, and the team tried to remember that no matter how much it got on their nerves.
After a grueling day of drills, the team were in the rec room. Merrick puffed on a cigar in his usual armchair. Logan was slumped dramatically across the couch, his head resting on Keegan's muscular thighs, the Sergeant's gloved hand absentmindedly petting through his hair. Kick was playing a game on his computer while Hesh watched over his shoulder. Ajax was doing situps... for some reason.
The TV was on for background noise. It had gotten put on Disney and was now showing an episode of Bluey. Hesh glances up at it. "What are we watching? This is a kid's show. Who has the clicker?"
Logan tosses the remote over. “Here, turn it to—“
“Stand by,” Merrick says quietly. The men all swivel to look at him. He pressed a finger to his lips for quiet, and then subtly nods towards you.
You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking like a child again, your eyes glued to the screen. You aren’t moving. Aren’t twitching, aren’t fidgeting. You look utterly enthralled as the little blue dog dances across the screen.
“Well, I'll be damned,” mutters Ajax. "He likes cartoons."
You apparently don’t hear them. You’re bobbing your head to the music, a small smile on your face. You rarely smile.
Logan frowns, watching you waggle your feet and hands. "What's he doing?" Hesh glances up. "He's stimming."
"What's stimming?" asks Logan, tilting his head. Sweet, innocent man.
"It's a neurodivergent thing," explains Kick. "I do it, too." "You do?" Logan seems surprised. He glances between you and Kick. "But you don't waggle your hands and feet like that." Kick shrugs. "No, but I tap my foot. Everybody stims differently." "So... is that why Y/n is always moving around?" Logan questions, the pieces seeming to slot into place. "The leg bouncing, the knuckle cracking?" "Drives me insane," Keegan grumbles.
Merrick gives Keegan a warning look. "It's just the way his brain works. Be respectful, Russ." "Sooo..." Logan looks back to where you're happily watching the tv. "Is that also a neurodivergent thing? The cartoons?"
Kick hesitates, his computer game forgotten. "I'm really not sure. Maybe he's just spaced out."
Merrick peers closely at you. "I ain't sure. He looks..." "Child-like," finishes Ajax. "Like, I dunno, a kid, or something." "Maybe he's regressing," suggests Hesh. "Y'know, age regressing. It's a coping mechanism." "I've heard of that." Merrick lights up another cigar, tapping the ash introspectively against a tray set out beside him. "Where a person goes back to a safe headspace from their childhood, eh?" Kicks nods. "I've heard of it, too. I had a therapist who specialized in it once."
"Since when do you go to therapy?" snorts Keegan.
Kick glares defensively at him. "Don't be a jackass, man. I had really bad anxiety--"
A bright, almost bubbly laugh from you cuts him off. The team's heads snap around to look at you.
Logan gives a crooked grin. "I've never seen him so happy. Should we say something?" Merrick shakes his head. "No, he needs this. Let him relax for awhile; it's been a long day for us all."
"Will he remember any of this after he... I dont know, gets normal again?" Logan sits up and shuffles forward a bit on the couch.
"He might, yeah," says Hesh. "It'll probably be fuzzy for him, or he might just wake up in the morning and completely not remember that he went little."
"This won't effect his performance on the field, will it?" asks Keegan suspiciously.
Merrick gives a low chuff. "Russ, can it. Not everything is about shootin' up the Federation." "That's our job," Keegan protests, a bit more vehemently than before. "We're soldiers. Our life is dedicated to training and fighting. The end." His voice gets a bit louder than he intends, and you glance up. Your eyes are unfocused, your expression questioningly. There seems to be an internal struggle to either snap out of your regression or just turn your focus back to Bluey.
Logan elbows Keegan hard in the ribs, glaring at him, then turns his attention back to you. "Hey, bud. You okay?" You give a silent nod. You look so... innocent. You look little. Your hair is a ruffled mess and your hoodie swallows up your slim but muscular frame. The left corner of your lower lip is being suckled in against your top teeth, almost like a pacifier. You don't even realize it.
Logan seems to think over something for a moment, then stands, crossing the room before sitting down beside you. You instantly move to lean against him. The next episode of Bluey starts up.
The team watches the pair of you. You're cuddled up against Logan like a toddler with an older brother. You feel safe. Secure. Loved, even. That's not something you've experienced in a long time.
Logan might not understand all of what regression is, but he realizes that you need to be handled a bit more gently than usual. You're not their rough-and-tumble, tough-as-nails officer he knows and respects right now, you're just a kid. In your own mind, anyway.
"You enjoying the show, buddy?" Logan murmurs, and you give a sleepy nod, your fingers curled into the fabric of his coat.
He chuckles softly, ruffling your hair. "I'm glad, bud. You tired, huh?"
"Mm... m'hh," you mumble, your voice slurring with how small you are right now. You snuggle closer. "S'eepy..."
Logan keeps you tucked beside him, practically in his lap. "You can nap if you need to, yeah? Little guys need their rest."
You try to protest, but you're just too exhausted. You lay your head against Logan's chest, your eyes fluttering shut. His hand comes up to pet your short-cropped locks.
"S'alright, bud," he whispers. "Go to sleep. I'll carry you to your bunk later, yeah?
So you do. You let out a soft, shuddering exhale, letting yourself slip into unconsciousness. You're safe with your team. They're all like brothers to you-- a dysfunctional little family of soldiers.
Merrick is watching with an almost paternal look on his face. "He's really little, ain't he?" "Looks like it," replies Hesh.
"Kind of weird." Ajax frowns. "But also sort of nice. He's finally stopped bouncing off the walls. I guess it ain't doin' no harm." "Healthier coping habit than most of us have," laughs Hesh. "Least he ain't a chainsmoker--" He gives a pointed look at Merrick. "--or as completely emotionless as a brick wall." He smirks at Keegan, who flips him the finger.
"He's almost... cute like this." Kick grins, tapping on his computer game. "I've never seen him so chill. I seriously can't remember the last time he slept. Like, at all. I was starting to think he was a vampire or some shit."
Logan chuckles. "Maybe this is exactly what he needed. To just let go, y'know?" Hesh's lips twitch up into a small smile. "Yeah. Maybe it is." "Just let him sleep, men," Merrick orders, leaning back and settling down to have one of his trademark Dad Naps. "He'll be back to being a hardass in the morning."
The team chuckles.
Merrick was probably right. But... you were their hardass. And, apparently, their very little brother.
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Comment down below if I should continue this series! This is just based on my own experiences as an age regressor and is probably very OOC for the team.
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nocturnebite · 2 months ago
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⟡ 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙒 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙀 𝙍 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙃 𝙊 𝙇 𝙀 {pt 6} 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙄 𝙏⠀𝘼 𝙇 𝙇⠀𝙁 𝙀 𝙇 𝙇⠀𝙄 𝙉 𝙏 𝙊⠀𝙋 𝙇 𝘼 𝘾 𝙀 ⟡
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⟡ 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙄 𝙏⠀𝘼 𝙇 𝙇⠀𝙁 𝙀 𝙇 𝙇⠀𝙄 𝙉 𝙏 𝙊⠀𝙋 𝙇 𝘼 𝘾 𝙀... You don’t remember everything—just flashes. Pain. Fear. Jungwon. He stayed, even when you forgot why he mattered. But now, the past is resurfacing, one broken piece at a time—and with it, the truth he tried to protect you from.
⋆˙⟡. tw: memory loss || slight trauma/PTSD || kidnapping references || medical recovery || past violence || organized crime || dissociation || ⋆˙⟡. pair: crime fighter jungwon x female! reader ⋆˙⟡. wc: 2.51K
⋆˙⟡. ash's notes: HEY! this is it! finally finished! thank you for all the notes and support on my first fic! its been so fun to write and get some feedback! i'm currently working on a few more works so stay tuned for those! in the meantime i hope you enjoy the finale of... 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙒 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙀 𝙍 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙃 𝙊 𝙇 𝙀 ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
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You’ve sat up again. Your hand rests gently on the top of your head—right where he touched you. He smiles softly. And leaves.
It’s been about three months since you left the hospital.
You’ve been home now—familiar walls, familiar furniture, none of it feeling quite real. Your body is healing faster than your mind. The memories come and go like shadows: some distant, some sharp enough to sting. You still don’t remember everything. And Jungwon… he hasn’t left.
He keeps his distance, but never fully disappears. A good morning text. A soft knock on your door before he drops off food. The way he lingers a second too long when you catch him outside your building. He’s always around. Always hoping.
You don’t know why, but sometimes—on the heavier days—you ask him to come with you. You never really explain why. You don’t have to. Today is one of those days.
The doctor’s office is quiet. Sterile. You sit stiffly in the chair, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve while Jungwon sits across from you, watching quietly, his leg bouncing slightly. His presence feels like gravity, like something tethering you here. Keeping you from drifting off completely.
The checkup goes well. You’re stronger. Healing. Physically, you’re okay. But then they ask you to meet with the psychiatrist again.
They begin the memory testing.
At first, it’s simple things—your name, the date, your address. You answer as best you can, but when they pull out the photos, everything shifts.
A blurry image of a dimly lit room. A bloodstain on concrete. The frayed ropes that bound your wrists.
You stiffen.
The air feels thinner. Your fingers twitch. Your head starts to pound.
You don’t know why, but your chest is tightening, your breath coming shorter. The pictures blur in front of you like you’re falling back into something you barely escaped.
Jungwon notices. He stands up.
“That’s enough,” he says sharply, stepping between you and the therapist, gently covering your eyes with his hand.
“She needs to push through this,” the therapist insists.
“She’s shaking,” he says firmly. “She’s done.”
You don’t remember much else—just his hand slipping into yours, grounding you, the way your feet carried you out of the building before you realized where you were going.
The car is silent.
You sit curled against the window, your heart still racing. Then, out of the corner of your eye—
The restaurant.
You sit upright.
“Pull over.”
Jungwon turns slightly. “What?”
“Pull over,” you say louder, breath catching. “Please.”
He swerves gently to the curb. Before the car fully stops, you’re unbuckling, flinging the door open, and running.
“Wait—!” he calls out, scrambling to park and follow you. “Wait, slow down!”
But you don’t.
You stop right in front of the glass doors, panting. Staring at the familiar lights. The way the neon flickers. The smell of fried food lingering in the air.
His footsteps slow behind you.
He reaches out, breathless. “What’s wrong? Talk to me—”
You turn to him.
And there’s a tear running down your cheek.
His whole face softens.
“What is it?” he asks, voice low.
“I remember something,” you whisper.
He goes completely still, hand hovering near your face.
“What do you remember?”
You meet his eyes. “The date. You took me on a date before. Here.”
He smiles faintly, emotion flickering behind his lashes. “Yeah… I did.”
You take a shaky breath, staring down at your shoes, trying to sort through the pieces.
But your face falls.
And his heart drops with it.
You look up again, expression trembling. “You lied to me,” you say quietly. “You were hiding something from me.”
The blow lands hard. His whole body stills.
“I—” he tries, his voice caught in his throat. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
You step back. Just a little.
“Let’s go home,” he says gently. “We’ll talk there.”
The car ride is silent.
You stare at your hands. He grips the wheel tighter than he needs to. Every red light drags.
At your apartment, he opens the door for you. You walk in first, sinking into the couch. He follows slowly, quietly.
You look at him. Cold. Distant.
“Explain,” you say. “Because right now, all I see is a liar who hurt me—and I don’t even know why I’ve let you stay close this long.”
He swallows hard. Hands shaking slightly. He steps forward, then pauses.
“I never meant to hide from you,” he starts. “I told you about the bullying. How I trained to get stronger. That was all true. But I didn’t just stop there.”
He breathes deeply, begins to unravel it all—slowly, honestly.
You don’t say anything.
Your silence is heavy, so he continues—voice low, almost trembling.
“It started with this kid… he was younger, getting picked on by some older guys. It reminded me of how things used to be for me. I stepped in. Didn’t think twice about it.”
He shifts his weight, runs a hand through his hair.
“But I didn’t know… the guys I messed with? They weren’t just random bullies. They were part of something bigger. A gang. Real organized. Money laundering, trafficking, violence. I didn’t know until it was too late.”
He looks at you, eyes searching your face for something—understanding, forgiveness, anything.
“They came for me. Not at first. At first it was just warnings. Weird phone calls, notes on my bike. Then someone showed up at my house. Told me I had a choice: work for them… or watch everything I love fall apart.”
You tense at that.
“They knew about my mom. My sister. All my friends. They even knew about you.”
His voice catches for a moment, but he pushes through.
“They said if I didn’t work for them, they’d start with my family. And if that didn’t scare me enough… they showed me a picture of you walking home one night. Alone.”
You flinch.
“I couldn’t let anything happen to you,” he says. “To any of you. So I agreed. But on my terms.”
He begins pacing slowly, trying to control the growing storm in his chest.
“I told them I’d do what they wanted—but they couldn’t come near you again. I’d collect the money they were owed. No violence. Just in and out. And if I did that, they’d stay away from the people I cared about.”
You look at him, wide-eyed. He’s not defending himself. He’s just… explaining. As if he knows nothing will make this right.
“There were times I let people go. People who couldn’t pay. I didn’t hurt them. I couldn’t. That’s why I came home with bruises. They beat me for it. Said I was soft. Said if I messed up again, they’d ‘remind me what’s at stake.’”
He stops pacing. Swallows hard.
“But I wasn’t just doing what they said. I started working with someone. A detective. Quietly. Passing along information. I was going to bring them down from the inside. Every job I did for them was another piece of evidence I could give to the police. We were building a case.”
Your brows knit slightly. Something shifts in your chest.
He notices. He always notices.
“I was so close. The night we went out—” his voice cracks again “—that was supposed to be our last night before I handed everything over. It was supposed to be over.”
He pauses. This part hurts the most.
“But you saw my phone. The messages. You didn’t understand… how could you? You probably thought I was involved in something awful, and you left to find the truth out for yourself.”
He looks down at his hands, clenched into fists.
“Then they saw you. And before I could even stop it… they hurt you.”
You both sit in silence.
“I never wanted to lie to you,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was just… trying to keep you safe.”
He doesn’t reach for you again. He just waits, eyes glimmering, heart in his hands.
“And they took you,” he says, voice breaking. “Because of me.”
Silence hangs heavy between you.
You don’t say anything for a while.
You just… sit there, absorbing it all.
You don’t say anything at first.
Your breath is shallow. Shoulders trembling. Your fingers press into the couch cushion beneath you like you’re bracing for impact.
Then—suddenly—flashes.
They hit you all at once.
The cold. The floor. The binds.
Your wrists ache, like they remember before you do.
The shouting. The panic. The voice.
Jungwon’s voice.
Your breath catches.
A loud bang. The glint of a blade. The smell of blood. The sting in your side. His hands. Holding you. Trembling. Tears on your face that weren’t yours.
You gasp and clutch your head.
Jungwon lurches forward. “Hey—hey! Are you okay? What is it?”
Your eyes squeeze shut. The pain blooms behind your eyes like a migraine. You shake your head, jaw clenched.
“I…” you whisper. “I remember…”
His entire body freezes. “What do you remember?”
Your chest heaves. Your voice is unsteady, cracked. “You—were there. You found me. You… you were fighting them. You—tried to save me. And… I was bleeding. You were crying.”
He nods slowly, swallowing hard.
“You kept saying it was okay,” you say, a tear slipping down your cheek. “You told me you were there. That you wouldn’t let go.”
His hand twitches in his lap, aching to hold you, but he doesn’t move.
“I remember the pain,” you whisper. “I remember being so scared. But then—then you were there. And I wasn’t scared anymore.”
You lift your eyes to meet his. They're filled with confusion and heartbreak, but also something else — belief.
“I thought I imagined it,” you whisper. “In the coma. That boy. It was you.”
Jungwon's eyes fill with tears, but he blinks them away quickly.
“It was always me,” he murmurs.
You inhale shakily. “I didn’t know. I didn’t… I didn’t want to believe I forgot something like that.”
“You were in shock,” he says softly. “You had every right to forget. I should’ve told you everything sooner. But I wanted to protect you. Even if you hated me.”
You shake your head slowly. “I don’t hate you.”
Your voice trembles, but your eyes are honest. “I’m scared. I’m hurt. And I’m confused. But I don’t hate you.”
He breathes out like it’s the first breath he’s taken in months.
“I believe you, Jungwon,” you say quietly. “It hurts… but I believe you.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just nods, holding back the sob that threatens to break free.
The silence that follows isn’t cold anymore. It’s fragile. Tender.
You look down, curling your fingers into the hem of your sleeve. “I don’t know what happens now.”
“I’ll wait,” he whispers. “However long it takes. I’m not going anywhere.”
You close your eyes, pressing your lips together to stop the new wave of tears.
“I’m tired,” you say.
He stands. “Okay. I’ll—um—I’ll give you some space.”
But before he can take a step, your hand reaches out and lightly brushes his.
You don’t grab him.
You just… hold.
It’s enough to make his knees weak.
You look up, your voice small. “Can you stay a little longer?”
His lips part like he wants to say something, but all he does is nod.
And quietly—carefully—he sits beside you again, like this time, maybe, you’ll remember what it feels like to let him in. 
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Time passed, but not in the way it usually does.
Not in clean lines or neat stages. Recovery came in uneven waves — flashes of memory followed by days of silence. Some days, you would look at Jungwon and swear your heart knew him before your mind did. Other days, even his name felt unfamiliar.
But he never left.
He never pushed, never asked for more than you could give. He stayed. Quiet. Constant. There — even when you didn’t know how to ask for it.
Tonight, he’s back again, sitting across from you in your living room. He looks tired, but still smiles when you glance up.
There’s something unsaid hanging between you. It’s been like that a lot lately.
You shift, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I remembered something today,” you say softly.
He straightens just a little. “Yeah?”
You nod, eyes fixed on the mug in your hands. “It was raining. And I was crying. You were... holding me. We were in your room, I think. You didn’t say anything. Just held me like it was the only thing you knew how to do.”
Jungwon’s face softens. “That was the night your dog passed. You cried for hours. I didn’t know what else to do but sit with you.”
You finally meet his gaze. “That’s what I remember. The sitting. The warmth. How safe I felt.” A pause. “Even now… when I remember you, it’s never loud. It’s always just… quiet. Safe.”
He swallows hard, like he’s trying not to fall apart at the edges.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever remember everything,” you continue. “Sometimes it feels like trying to grab water. It slips right through.”
Jungwon nods gently. “That’s okay.”
“I don’t know what we were,” you add, voice barely above a whisper, “but I think I want to find out.”
His breath stutters. For a second, he doesn’t speak — afraid if he moves too fast, this moment will vanish.
You shift slightly toward him on the couch.
“I just… I keep remembering pieces,” you whisper. “But when you’re here, they don’t feel so scary anymore.”
And before you can stop yourself, before the nerves convince you to pull away — you lean in.
Just a little. Just enough.
A featherlight kiss, barely there, pressed against the corner of his lips.
You feel him freeze under the contact — his breath catching in his throat, his eyes wide with disbelief. You pull back slightly, about to apologize — but then his hand rises, trembling just slightly as it touches your cheek.
He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t deepen it. Just kisses you back — just once — like a memory he’s afraid to break.
Then he pulls away gently, resting his forehead against yours. His voice is soft, rough around the edges.
“I’ve waited so long for you to come back to me,” he breathes.
You close your eyes, a weight easing from your chest. “I’m trying.”
You sit like that for a long moment — your hand on his, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. No pressure. No expectation.
Just being.
You lean back, smile faintly through a swell of emotion.
“I don’t know what we’ll be. But I want to get there… together.”
Jungwon nods, his voice quiet and full. “Me too.”
The rain begins again outside, light against the windows.
You close your eyes, breathing it in — this peace that’s starting to return. This presence. This version of yourself that still remembers how to hope.
And then, almost to yourself, almost too quiet to hear, you whisper:
“Maybe this is how we find our way back. To when we were whole.”
Jungwon hears you.
And for the first time in a long time — he doesn’t feel like he’s waiting anymore.
Just being. With you. Not perfect. Not healed.
But whole — in a new way.
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kryptid-writes · 2 years ago
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Chapter 10 - Alone Again
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With Castiel missing, the boys go out to search for their angel, leaving Y/N alone again.
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TW: This chapter briefly discusses alcoholism
“Exorciza… exorcizamus… te omnis….” I slur out, butchering the Latin words far worse than usual, which I’m surprised is even possible, interrupted by the occasional hiccup. “Omnis.. immand… immundus, Ugh!” I groan in frustration, slumping my head onto the library table, the cool wood contrasting with my flushed face. I’ve spent all night rehearsing this damned incantation, never getting past the first few lines.
“How the hell does Sam do this?” I growl, staring down at my nearly empty glass of Jack Daniels Whiskey. I swirl the fancy glass cup of booze, the rigid sound of glass grinds against the wood that’s polish had begun to erode long ago. The clear amber liquid whirls in lazy circles, something I could personally relate too. No matter where my lonely life takes me, I always circle back to the sweet relief of alcohol, the one thing I can always rely on. Some people say life is better through a sober lens. I call bullshit, anyone who makes it through this place without a buzz is doing it wrong. Between the argument with Dean, Sam’s growing doubt, and Castiel up and vanishing, this is all I have left.
I down the last bit of whiskey, the familiar burn soothing my nerves. I stare down at my empty glass in distaste and carelessly slide it across the table. It hits a discarded book a few feet away and tips over, a single remaining drop falling from the cup.
I just want to go home. The message repeats in my head over and over. But then again, I don't really have a home to return to, do I?
Like it usually does, the whiskey catches up with me. My mind becomes foggy, my blood warm and fuzzy. I slump over, pressing my upper body flat against the table. The wood painfully cuts into my ribcage, but I'm too tired to care. The world spins around me and I close my eyes to fight off the impending dizziness and nausea, slowly slipping into a comforting slumber.
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The blade bites into his skin, leaving fresh slices along his arms. Trickles of red race down his skin, joining the dry streaks of blood that came before. The wounds heal within seconds, even still he groans in pain.
He struggles in the rusty metal chair he’s chained too. The silver chains dripping with oil clang together in resistance. A small ring of fire surrounds him, the white flames remaining an unrelenting burn. He sits along the edge of the circle, the toes of his black dress shoes licked by the roaring fire. His feet fidget, pushing as far back as the restraints allow, desperately trying to escape the unforgiving heat. The stench of burning leather and thick black smoke fills the air.
Lucifer stands menacingly just out of reach, his shoulders back and head held high. The long knife he holds drips with blood, staining the grimey concrete below.
Castiel's clothes are covered in blood, oil, and burn holes. He breathes in heavy, ragged breaths. His ocean blue eyes lull to the ceiling. It seems they’ve been at it for hours.
Lucifer grabs a fistful of Castiel’s unkempt hair, violently yanking his head as far back as the chair would allow. “Now, tell me where you’re hiding her,” Lucifer hisses, menacingly twirling the angel blade in his hand. 
“Go to Hell!” Castiel spits, grinding his teeth.
“Been there, done that,” he replies, looking rather bored. He crouches down to Castiel’s level, innocently gazing into his half lidded eyes. “I grow tired of these games brother,” Lucifer sighs, before plunging the blade deep into his shoulder.
Castiel lets out a strangled cry as Lucifer twists the knife. The sickening sound of flesh churning bounces off the confined walls. Blood trickles out of the laceration, staining his beloved tan trenchcoat a dark crimson shade.
“WHERE IS SHE!” He demands, his irises glow a bright red with passion, illuminating the immediate surroundings of the room.
“The Winchesters are coming, and you of all people know what they’re capable of.” Castiel laughs like a man that has lost his sanity.
Lucifer is not amused. “Let them come.” He stands, drawing the blade from the broken angel's shoulder and wipes the blood off onto his worn denim jeans. “I, for one, am looking forward to slaughtering them. I’ll make it slow and painful. I’ll take pleasure in watching the life drain from their pitiful eyes,” he coos, a deranged smile tugging at his lips.
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“Y/N.” A big hand gently shakes my shoulder from behind. “Y/N!”
I jolt awake in a state of panic and fall out of my chair, smacking the hard ground below me that will surely leave a bruise on my hips. My heart races so fast that it feels like it could beat out of my chest any moment. “What the fuck Sam!” I yell confused, as I get my bearings and push myself to my feet.
“Sorry.” He puts his hands up defensively. “It’s just you were murmuring and shaking in your sleep, I figured you were having a nightmare.” He looks at me, concerned, trying to read my expression.
“Oh, uh, thanks?” The scenes of my nightmare plays over in my head, a sinking feeling washes over me as I remember what Lucifer is doing to Castiel at this very moment. “Ugh,” I groan, the hangover hitting me full force. I rub my temples to soothe the headache pounding against my skull and squint, the lights suddenly too bright.
“Fun night?” Dean quips, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
I roll my eyes, in no mood for his condescending jokes.
Sam picks up a green duffle bag that sits at his feet, slinging it over his shoulder. He brushes his long locks of hair out of his face, looking around the room for anything he might have missed.
Dean sits at the other end of the table, polishing an angel blade. 
I grimace at the realization that it’s my blood that stains the white, and now red, towel in his hands. A twinge of guilt pangs in my stomach, recalling my actions two nights ago. “Where are you going?” I croak out, my throat unpleasantly dry. 
“To find Cas,” Dean replies, not taking his eyes off the blade.
“What?” I sit up in my chair, suddenly feeling a sense of panic. 
“We have a lead,” Sam replies. “We heard word from a hunter that he may have been spotted questioning people around Chillicothe, Ohio.”
“You won't find him there,” I confess, my tone suddenly serious.
Both Sam and Dean stop what they’re doing, turning their undivided attention towards me.
“You got something you want to share?” Dean asks in an angry tone, slamming the angel blade onto the table with a loud clang.
“Lucifer has him and… he’s not doing well.”
Dean's expression drops from angry to concerned, morphing into vengeful.
“Y/N,” Sam steps in front of me. “I need you to tell us everything you know.” He looks me in the eye, giving me a pleading look.
“He’s being held captive in some sort of dungeon.” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Lucifer’s torturing him with an angel blade and he’s surrounded by a small ring of fire.”
“Holy fire,” Sam says to Dean.
“Anything else?” Dean seethed.
“He wants to know where I am.”
Sam and Dean exchange looks. Sam tilts his head slightly, raising his brows in question.
Dean nods his head and grabs the blade, tucking it away in his leather jacket. “Let’s go get our angel,” he says, heading to the exit.
“You don’t even know where he is!” I yell, trying my best to get them to stay. Tears well in my eyes as I remember what Lucifer plans to do to them.
“Then we’ll figure it out,” Sam replies, turning away from me and trailing behind Dean.
“Wait!” I run and grab onto Dean's hand. “Take me with you, I can help!” I plead, meeting his eyes with a desperate look.
Dean thinks for a second, his face turning cold as stone. “You’d just slow us down.” He rips his hand away and walks out the door.
Sam gives me a sorrowful look, before following his brother.
And just like that, they’re gone.
I sink to the floor, devastated, no longer able to contain my tears. I've never felt so alone.

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kawaiilizzie · 1 year ago
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Finding My True Strength
I wanted touch upon Shion's inner feelings during her training to become a swordswoman in Unsheathe the Inner Thunder for a while and recently found the motivation to write this following Noel Hayase's recent illness which she has since recovered from. So have some Shion angst with some KaeShi fluff at the end.
Warnings: Spoilers for Saber up to episode 26, angst, and self-doubt issues.
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"That's not right."
Daishinji grabbed Shion's arm and adjusted her position again. "From one." He said.
Shion swallowed hard, feeling the pressure starting to build. She swung the wooden blade forward for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "One."
The swordsmith didn't say anything. She swung again. "Two." And again. "Three."
Daishinji-san hasn't stopped me yet. I must be doing better. I could do this… She thought to herself before she swung again. "Four."
"No." Daishinji knocked her blade with his own. "You didn't swing far enough. Start again from one."
Tears welded up in Shion's eyes and she blinked them away. She was exhausted, it felt like every movement she made was criticized. Daishinji had taken forever just forcing her to hold a good stance, reprimanding her every time she fidgeted or adjusted which even Naoto thought was a little harsh.
Now the goal was to get to ten basic strikes without a mistake. Shion got back into position and steeled herself.
She did four successful swings like before. Her hands shook, but Daishinji didn't say anything. Naoto noticed and gave Shion a soft smile of encouragement.
The room they were in was cold. There was a small window and Shion could see the snow blowing around outside.
"Don't shift your grip." Daishinji said as he grabbed her wrist. He adjusted her fingers until he was satisfied. "From the beginning."
Naoto could tell Shion wanted a break. She wasn't even moving around that much, but she felt physically drained.
"Don't you think you're being a little hard on her, Tetsuo?" She asked her chosen warrior. "Why don't we switch to another exercise?"
"I know, but this is what all new swordsmen go through." He sighed. "We'll move on as soon as she finishes this. Every lesson builds on the last. The next move is a variation on this. If she doesn't have the base down, she'll only get worse not better."
"I can still hear you two you know." Shion said through gritted teeth as she swung. She needed to focus. Don't let my grip slip. Keep my feet planted firm. Eyes forward. Look at the target.
She had gotten in six successful swings when the clock in the corner chimed loudly. She turned to look at it and Daishinji's sword bounced off her forehead lightly.
"Don't let yourself get distracted." He said.
"What time is it?" Shion asked as she squinted at the clock while rubbing her forehead. "How long have we've been training for?"
"It's eight. We've been training for an hour."
"Only an hour? It felt like it was longer that." Shion checked her watch, its hands on eight and twelve. "I'm starting to get why only one in hundred who can hear the swords make through training."
Daishinji decided to give her a break from the technical training by letting her read some important manuals that can help her with the training. It wasn't going to be fun, but it would be a nice break from repeating the same move over and over again.
Despite knowing that the books she had to read weren't going to be as engaging as the romantic stories she's read, Shion found herself stuck on the first chapter. The point was processing the information, but she'd lost her place on the page she was on. She scanned down the page again finding where she'd left off.
The farther she read, the more obvious it became that Daishinji had been quoting the book. But she quickly realized that she can't afford to skip over anything even as she flipped back to the previous page to figure out something about stance.
"How many chapters did you get through?"
She jumped as Daishinji appeared behind her without warning. She wished she could lie, but he was already leaning over to check for himself.
"I got to page ten." She said quietly. The first chapter was twenty pages. She knew because she'd checked several times as she slogged through the first couple pages.
"I'd hoped you'd have gotten farther." Daishinji sighed. "I don't see much purpose in moving forward if you haven't gotten to chapter two yet. There's a lot of important information there."
Shion looked down as tears built in her eyes again. I can't do anything right, can I? She thought to herself. I'd expected the training to be physically difficult, but I can't even get to the strenuous part. Maybe everyone was right, and I should give up…
"I'm heading home, I'll prove myself by tomorrow." She said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "I have to go to work too."
"That's fine." Daishinji assured. "Juggling your regular obligations with training is important. Take the book and get through the first three chapters before tomorrow morning. Ryo will do his trials then."
She looked up at him. "So, you do want me to come back?"
"If you're willing to put in the work, you can continue." The swordsmith responded before turning and exiting the room.
Shion stood and reached for the heavy tome, but Naoto picked it up for her. "Don't worry, I'll help you carry this."
"Thanks, Naoto." Shion sighed in relief.
Later at her and Kaede's apartment that night, Shion focused on reading the book, clearing up the confusion she had earlier and carefully reading the first chapter. As she began reading the second chapter, she noticed Kaede turning on the music box that was on the nightstand by her bed. The soft music it played touched her heart.
"Do you think I can become a swordswoman?" She asked.
Kaede turned to look at her. "Of course I do. You have the potential, I know it."
Shion looked down at the floor, feeling her tears begin to fall. "But no one else seems to think I can. Even Daishinji-san has doubts since I couldn't live up to his expectations during training today."
She sobbed softly as her tears plopped onto her hands. Kaede looked at her with a sympathetic smile as she walked up to her and sat down next to her on the couch. She held her roommate's hand gently, brushing tears off of it as she did.
"I believe in you though, Shion-chan." She said with a soft tone. "As long as you keep a strong wish in your heart, you can do it."
Shion gazed into her soft brown eyes. "Even if I can't transform like you did?"
"Aw, don't say that… I'm sure you'll be able to one day." Kaede gently brushed her hand across her face, wiping away her tears. "Then we can fight together, wouldn't that be amazing?"
Shion nodded as she smiled. "Yeah, it would. You're right about all of this, Kae-chan. I shouldn't be doubting myself like this."
Her roommate simply returned the smile before the two of them embraced each other in a soft, warm hug. Outside the window of their apartment, a shooting star soared by. Shion watched it from her spot on the couch, her smile growing brighter.
"I wish I can always be by your side forever." She whispered.
Kaede hugged her tighter yet gently. "Me too. We'll make that wish come true together."
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geongaji · 1 year ago
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[x240112] retrospring crosspost
anonymous asked:
been seeing the camboy gwk sprite on tl one too many times these days and now I kind of need it desperately ... it fits him so well pleaseee😫 just a passing thought but do you remember when a fan asked gwk about the "I'm sexy right?" incident with hao? he was so embarrassed answering it, but ended up answering anyway😂 then after he answered he teasingly mocks the fan like "did you have to ask something like that to a 19 year old boy?" TELL ME does that not give material for the camboy au? even when he is flustered he does everything the fans ask, but then will turn around abashedly and mock the fans for requests...lots of food for thought
hiii i didn't forget about this... just needed to refill the sprite and boy did this live deliver. have some juice
mature, 747 words, gunwook solo (x masc-leaning gn!reader technically but i digress), camboy au, noona kink, snorlax pjs originally posted on ao3 on 240112
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Kkomuli is wearing pajamas tonight, a cutesy fluffy set of Snorlax sleepwear that sold out far too quickly for you to snag yourself. It's a change from the casual clothes he usually starts his streams in, neither the athletic wear he favors nor the campus crush outfits he sometimes dons to fulfill his noonas' requests. He's already flushed, and you know by now that if he tugged down the zipper on his top that the rosy glow would extend all the way to the swell of his chest. He squirms on the edge of his mattress. Usually he chats as he waits for more viewers to show up, complaining vaguely about university classes or sharing anecdotes from his outings with other boys with just enough detail to feel like he's sharing a secret with you.
Tonight, he's silent.
Kkomuli picks at the skin at the base of his thumbnail. The soft flesh of his thigh jiggles as his leg bounces. He chews his lower lip, and you note that it looks like he switched out his usual gloss for something more matte, more natural. You hope his lips are still wet and glossy by the end of the night.
He shifts his weight again, and at last looks at his comments, reading one that voices your thoughts: "Am I using a vibe already?" He flushes deeper and squirms in a way which doesn't dispute the allegations. "...No. Not yet."
He picks at the hem of his short shorts. "It's just... usually I wear something that noona bought me, but these are from one of my hyungs."
A burst of questions, comments, concerns.
"Does he know?" His lip is almost chewed raw at this point. He stops fidgeting with his shorts and picks idly at the wispy, downy hairs starting to grow back in on his thighs. His fingertips leave red crescents across his unblemished thighs. "No..." He tosses his head, fluffy bangs bouncing where they peek out from under the hood of his pajamas. He smiles, a little shyly, and laughs, a low chuckle.
He makes eye contact with his camera, with you. "Unless you're watching right now, hyung."
It feels like an accusation, like an invitation—aimed at you, even if you know it isn't.
His eyes flicker down towards the comments. His smile grows into a proper one, and he giggles a little, more high-pitched and breathy than his previous chuckle. "Can you keep this a secret between us, noona?" He puts a finger to his lips, pressing down deliberately so you can see his plush lips indent. He smiles and pulls his hand away, and even in the dim mood lighting you can see a hint of glistening wetness on his index finger. Or maybe you're hallucinating what you want to see. But kkomuli shifts his weight again and leans back on his hands, stretching his long legs out towards the camera and letting the toetips of his bare feet peek into view.
"I was hoping starting off the stream wearing this would be a nice surprise. It's cute, right?" He tilts his head demurely, as if his comments haven't already been an endless stream of such declarations. He still grows pink and looks away at the effusive praise, like he's a shy schoolgirl on her first date. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts but worries at it, rather than pulling them off. His hesitation is a little too prolonged to be genuine. Kkomuli blinks at his top requests. "You want me to keep them on? I know they're cute, but aren't they a bit... too cute to stay on?"
There are certain implications in his tone—certain judgments on thoughts that certainly ran through your head that you would much rather examine later, if at all—but he removes his hands from his waistband nonetheless and tugs the hem of his shorts further down his thighs, smoothing his large palms over the fabric. He raises one of his thick eyebrows as he reads a new request, accompanied by a hefty financial incentive. He mouths it silently first, shaking his head with a tight-lipped smile. "Oh, noona... if that's what you really want, I'll do it for you."
He folds in on himself, toes at the edge of his mattress and knees tucked beneath his chin. "We'll keep this a secret from hyung." His voice drops to a stage whisper. "We have to stay quiet so he doesn't wake up."
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antiquelic · 1 year ago
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her grin never dared to fall. only growing and growing, little laugh lines forming around her eyes. dual - coloured eyes near shining as they take him in, certain there were new strands of grey in his hair [ had touring been that stressful? is that the nature of this duty? ] but still the same since they last saw each other. albeit less tearful, full of smiles and laughter. julia prayed he would be around for some time before duty demanded him elsewhere, or sister imperator would allow their little family time. who knew.
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❝ only a little, padre. it's these shoes, they also make me taller than i am. something about how i should present myself now. ❞ hands gesture around her as she spoke, a little laugh in her throat. she knew she had grow, just another tick in the list of oddities about julia antonia. already taller than her mother, reaching her father's height. despite all that, she was still a cheery girl. bouncing on the heels of her feet, only to still when his hands reached for her arms. [ behave yourself, julia. you are a lady, act like it. ] hands clasped together before her, fingers fidgeting with the faint traces of jewellery she wore. ❝ right, sorry. i'm just glad you're home. ❞ a small breath is taken, even with excitement bubbling through her veins. ❝ i'm fine ! been maintaining my studies, currently learning about summoning rites, oh and ensuring the babies are happy and well. aside from that, things are well ! now please may you tell me about your adventures ? ❞
he wobbles a bit upon entrance, his hair knocked almost a bit askew from their curled form behind their ears at the impact. what had he expected? perhaps of days old, when sister imperator was breathing down his neck -- but not after holy matrimony, no! his julia would insist on nothing less than to be the first face he sees upon entrance, even if it arches his back &. extends lower limb adjacent to the other while he drops his bags in time to curl his arm around her waist. "-- ah! suppose i am, little julia!"
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he can't see her . . . though he drawls out a noise whilst peering down her back, his face screwing up in defeat. "or, perhaps not so little anymore. has your padre missed everything out there? you're almost as tall as i am." he says, breaking away to extend arm and gesture up &. down, gloved palm up. . . . though bringing in his limb he smiles. his knee cocking with a bit of a bend. fixing his clothes with a half step. "the babies, si? yes . . . i missed them too." he waves his hands. "rilassati amore mia, ci sarà molto tempo per le storie." he says. "but tell me about you, first, eh? how are you, now?" he reaches out &. patting her arms.
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heartofwritiing · 3 years ago
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Keep Quiet
paring: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie visits you in the middle of the night. 
a/n: I had a thought... and this is what came (pfft) out of it. Tried writing smut again and this is what was created! Im sorry If feels rushed I didn’t want to write something too long.
Warning(s): SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, dirty talk, smut, aggression, rough sex, penetration pnv, dom!eddie, sub!reader, pet names, floor sex, creampie, unedited. 
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12am on a Thursday night was not when you’d expect your boyfriend Eddie Munson to be tapping on your window. You were up late anyways studying for a test the next day and these questions were driving you insane,so seeing the metal lover in your window wasn't exactly a bad thing. You did scolded him though for coming over so late, stressing that your parents would kill you if they found out you had a boy in your room. But Eddie needed to see you, he had been so agitated all day after Jason had made a specific comment about him practically in front of the whole school. Not only that but tonights D&D campaign was a bust, and it left Eddie feeling irritated. He knew one thing would give him peace, and that was you. 
So here he was climbing through your window trying not to be too noisy but failing as he tripped over his feet a little when he made it over the windowsill. You shut your window with a soft ‘thump’ once he was through turning around to see him sat on your bed. It squeaked as he shifted to get comfortable on his side, you stare at him deadpanned not at all fazed buy the cheeky grin he gives you.  
“Are you nuts?” you whisper shout. “If my parents find out you're here I will be grounded till im out of collage!” 
Eddie chuckled, even when you were a little peeved he still found you adorable. 
“Relax sweetheart, I parked the van a block away they won’t know i'm here.” He reassures. 
His gaze moves to your bed to see open textbooks and notes scattered all over your comforter. He knew you wanted to work hard to get into a good college when you graduate next month, so studying was the best thing to do. Although he did worry you were gonna burn yourself out. Knowing how stressed you got about the future, which was his other reason for coming over so late. you wanted for him to graduate this year as well, seeing as he had been held back for almost three years, but you had a feeling he would do it this year. 
You sigh, giving up the fact that he wasn’t leaving your room anytime soon, you moved to sit on the bed next to him and it creaked with your movements. Eddie had picked up one of the open biology books and amilesly started flipping through the pages. 
“how's the studying going?” he asked.
You started clearing up some of your notes out of the way to make more room placing them in a neat pile. 
“It’s going fine, s’tiring,” you said.  
Late nights like this always left you feeling fatigued when you got your brain gears rolling. Eddie helped you stack your books and notes together in a small pile, you figured now was a good time to stop for the night and spend some time with him now that he was here. 
Normally you wouldn’t mind Eddie’s late night rendezvous in your bedroom but, you could tell something was on his mind. You noticed how he would fidget with his rings or bounce his knee when he was anxious about something, and he was doing it now causing you to frown.
“Eds? what's wrong?” you asked. 
He’s staring off to the side deep in thought you could see in his eyes unmoving. His head snapped up at you when he broke out of his trance. 
“It’s nothing,” he waves you off. 
“no, come on tell me,” you place your hand on top of his resting in the sheets.
Eddie sighs, stands up and his back faces you. He knows he can tell you anything and everything but he thought his problems seemed insignificant to your own. Something was definitely bothering him big time. You were patient with him though as you waited for him to finally speak his mind. As he told you all about his day you were nothing but focused on him as he paced back and forth. he left out what exactly Jason had said to him but you could tell it really struck a nerve with Eddie with the way he talked. You wished you could give Jason and his goons a piece of your mind for how they made your boyfriend feel, it wasn’t fair that they picked on Eddie and the rest of Hellfire club just for being different. 
“He’s just such a pick! ugh I can’t stand him.” 
When he was done he flopped back down to your bed, it creaks and shifts even louder. God you hated your bed, it was so uncomfortable and loud. Eddie lay there staring up at the ceiling with his arms sprawled out. You crawled over his legs to straddle him, his hands immediately find home on your hips and you smile down at him. An idea crosses your mind, you lean down and press your lips to Eddies. He hums in surprise but kisses you back without hesitation. 
“Wait sweetheart,” he says pulling away. “We can’t.” 
“Why not?” You pout and place your hands on his chest, rolling your hips slowly forward right on his growing bulge. He moans lowly the sound coming deep within his chest, he grabs your hips firmly to stop the friction between you both and you smirk. Aha, you got him. As much as he would love to fuck you senseless right now, it was still the middle of the night and your parents were sound asleep down the hall. 
“Well for one, your parents are home,” he says a matter a factly. “and two,” 
He sifts under you so your bed moves and creaks under the weight of your bodies. 
“Your bed is too noisy.” 
“You need it though babe, I hate seeing you this work up, you need it.” 
Another epiphany crosses your mind, you stand up facing him. Eddie frowns at you as you dip your fingers in the waistband of your sleep pants and let them fall to the floor. Your underwear was still on as you stepped out of your shorts, your hands reach down to swiftly pull off your shirt leaving you bare. Eddie’s mouth parts slightly his eyes going darker at the sight in front of him. He was constantly in awe at your beauty and thought you were some goddess who he was lucky to worship. He admired your body from afar, lingering his eyes on places he knew would make you blush. The ache between your legs was prominent now as his eyes moved down your body, drinking in your naked form for the first time that night. 
“You are so gorgeous baby girl,” he declared truthfully. 
Your cheeks heated at the comment, you were suddenly so aware of him staring at you like a starved man ready to devour you. You walk back over to him and sway your hips taunting him, his hands reach up to cup your hips and knead your ass as you stand over him. He leans forward and presses kisses to the spot above your belly button and trailing up. Your fingers thread through his mane of hair and it feels so soft on the tips of your fingers. You can smell his signature shampoo wafting in the air, the husky cedarwood fills your senses and you whine when his mouth reaches your breasts taking your nipple between his lips. 
You reach down to the bottom of his hellfire shirt and pull it up over his head as he eagerly gets to work taking off his belt. You throw his shirt on your bed and move off him once more. You grab a pillow from your bed and walk to the middle of your room. Eddie watches you confused before realization stretches across his face. Oh. He quickly gets his pants off the rest of the way before standing up. You got down on your hands and knees and he marveles at how you sick your ass up, you look over your shoulder and send him a wink. Oh. It suddenly clicks in his brain what you wanted him to do. He swallowed thickly and got down on his knees behind you. 
“Burry that pretty face of yours in that pillow to muffle those sounds, don't want anyone to hear you.” 
You did as you were told as he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance teasing you by rubbing it sensually up and down your slit collecting your arousal dripping out of your cunt. 
“cause Im gonna fuck you hard princess.” 
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Your nails dug into your blue carpet as Eddie railed into you from behind, his pace was hard and fast making you want to cry out in ecstacy, but you couldn’t. One sound out of you and this whole thing would be over, that was the agreement. Your face was buried into the pillow you put on the ground for some form of comfort as you panted. A wet puddle of your saliva was forming under your mouth, Eddie was grunting lowly trying so hard not to make any sounds as well from behind you. His hands gripped your waist, fingers bruising your skin harshly. You could feel his cold rings on your hips leaving dents while cooling down your burning skin making a nice contrast of the hotness forming between you both. You occianlay fuck yourself back on him and he lowly moans when you do. 
“Yeah, just like that kitten.” he groans. 
You knew how badly he wanted this, no, needed this from you. It was a chance for him to let off some steam. Besides, it was good for you as well. You loved when Eddie had his way with you in any way he wanted. He always had a yearn for control and dominance, and you were more than happy to give it to him that when he needed it the most. 
You whine a little too loudly your pillow when the tip of his cock hit’s a certain spot within you. He sush’s you bringing his hand from your waist up your back, he grips the back of your neck so he can lean over you more. He bottom’s out of your cunt causing him to groan. 
“Sweetheart, remember you gotta keep quiet,” he grunts. “if not i'm gonna have to stop.” 
His hips never falter as he whispers to you through the darkness. The only light in through your room was the orange glow of your bedside lamp. Eddie could see your ass and hips perfectly since he had you in the direct light on the floor. It takes everything in you not to moan out his name as he drives his cock deeper and deeper into you. 
“Eddie please, faster.” you whisper. 
He leans down so his chest is pressed against your back. He moves your hair to one side and his lips graze your ear. You can feel the sweat forming between your bodies as 
“So fucking dirty babe, you like me pounding your pretty pussy from behind while your parents are home?”
You nod vigorously into the pillow 
His pace is relentless you know he's trying to reach his own climax but he was always thinking of you in these situations. Knowing it sometimes took longer for you to finish, so he’d always would hold back for you. He wanted you to come first always, knowing he’d never truly be satisfied until you were. 
Eddie’s fingers move down to your clit rubbing slow hard circles, you moan and can feel yourself getting close and he knows it from the way your pussy grips around him. 
“fuckk Eddie,” 
“yeah princess? you gonna cum?” 
“yes,” you gasp. 
Your hands grip the carpet tighter as you feel your realse building causing your knuckles to turn white. Your muffled moans egg him on to move faster and faster. Your head was spinning at the angel he was driving into you, reaching your sweet spot perfectly. He had never fucked you like this before, there was something so carnal about his animalistic side of him coming out just drove you mad and on the tipping point of climax. 
“Fucking cum for me baby, coat my cock in your sweetness.” he growls. 
It takes everything in you not to scream out while he pounds into you, his breaths are unsteady echoing through your room. At this point you could care less if your family woke up, all you cared about was Eddie fucking you so good it had you shaking. when your orgasm rocks your body you wither and cry out into the pillow. Eddie pulls out and lets go of your hips, his hold on you was the only thing keeping you upright and you slump down to the floor slowly. 
Eddie grips your ankles and quickly flips you onto your back so that you’re in missionary. He leans over you, hands on either side on your head cageing you beneath him. You lean up to kiss his lips softly, the ends of his hair tickles your chest as he kisses you back hotly. He lines his cock up with your entrance again and sinks into you. It doesn't take long for his orgasm to build up again as he thrusts into you. Soon enough he stills his hips with his cock inside your cunt, coating your walls with hot cum. He buries his face in the crook of your neck kissing your skin softly. His groans die down after a couple minutes, you kiss his temple and brush his locks away that were sticking to his face from sweat.
You both laid on the floor in a soft embrace coming down from your surging highs. Sweat dewed across your skin, you could still taste his tongue in your mouth from when he kissed you. 
“shit babe,” he chuckles. 
He slowly pulls out of you and gets up but comes back a second later, you feel a towel cleaning you up between your legs gently. When he was done he throws the cloth in your laundry basket and scoops you up in his arms and brings you over to your bed, getting under the covers and holding you close to his chest. Eddie rubs slow circles on your back as his presses a kiss to your forehead, you tilt your head up to look at him smirking.
“Maybe you should get pent up more often.” you say.
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our-blood-is-our-ink · 3 years ago
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27 with Agatha and whoever you want?
Thank you for sending this in, dear anon! I enjoyed writing for this prompt, it gave me the opportunity to write for an idea that's been bouncing around my head for months now.
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"It aches, so deeply. I ache, so deeply. And when I'm with you, I don't. I feel whole. Complete." You fidget with your hands as you admit, "I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you. I always have, ever since we met."
Agatha looks away from your eyes, as if it's painful to see how earnest and truthful you're being.
"I'm not good for you, buttercup." Her tone is flat, which means she's desperately trying to hide behind the mask that always seemed to be so flimsy when it's just the two of you. "I've changed. You've been gone for a long time."
"That wasn't my fault."
Agatha closes her eyes for a brief moment as she lets out a long breath. "I never said it was."
"Then why are punishing me for something I couldn't help? I never wanted to leave. I didn't get a choice when-"
"I know." A crack, finally. A weakness.
"Is that what this is about? Did you think that she sent me away from you for my own good?"
"Yes." Suddenly Agatha's eyes are boring into the depths of your soul, blue fire alight from within. "Why else would she have done that? She approved of us being together, goddess knows it's about the only thing she approved of when it came to me, and she didn't-" She breaks off, cuts herself short. "She didn't send you away until she realized I had been practicing dark magic." Agatha's voice is small, and in a single instant she seems to have shrunk, curling in on herself as if making herself smaller would protect her from things that have long since came to pass.
"She didn't just snap her fingers, Agatha." You say. "She made sure to go into excruciating detail about her reasoning behind her decision. How it's my fault, because I was supposed to encourage you to be a better person, to shun what came so naturally to you it was like denying you air when you tried to avoid it. How in actively giving you a safe space to find someone to love you, even if you practiced and became versed in the unthinkable, I condemned us both." You shake your head, a small, hysterical laugh bubbling up. "She knew then. She knew she was going to try to kill you. And she tried to lay the blame at my feet, telling me if I hadn't changed your perspective on that of which was forbidden, she'd never had to take such drastic measures."
"It doesn't change anything." Agatha insists.
"Of course it does." You snap. "Don't tell me you're allowing your long dead mother to manipula-"
"It's not manipulation when it was the truth!" Agatha's voice rings in the sudden silence. "Mother was right. I can't possibly be good, not when my magic finds it's call in such twisted vileness. You think you know, but you don't. We were young, hopeful and idealistic, but above all else, exceedingly stupid." The last word is spat out, disgust dripping from it. "I have killed more people than the years that have passed for you. I have harmed innocents and sown discord and ruin. You don't get to tell me that I can be good when I've long since fulfilled Mother's prophecy about me." Agatha then holds up long, black stained fingers.
"Fine, then." You say. "You're bad. Congratulations, you have as much of a moral back bone as a chocolate eclair. Guess what, dumbass? That still isn't a good enough reason for me to walk away from you."
Agatha opens her mouth, then shuts it, before opening it again.
"I'm walking away from you." She says, stumbling over the words.
"No, you're not." You sigh. "Agatha, admit it. You can't help but want me to stay, but you're so fucked up, you don't think you deserve anything good. But you can't make a decision for me."
Agatha's eyes are suddenly like steel. "Of course I can. I'm telling you, I don't want to have anything further to do with you."
You can tell she wants it to hurt, and it does, but the fact she hasn't just teleported away betrays her. That and-
"Then why did you fuck me the night I returned?"
Agatha colors.
"A moment of weakness and poor judgment."
You smirk. "Oh, yes. Because you and I both know how deeply you regret having mind blowing sex."
"I-" Agatha looks away, swallowing. "That's not fair."
"You're not being fair." You step closer to her, gently reaching out for her arms. "Agatha," you say softly. "I love you. It's that simple. And you can turn me away, you can never see me again, but that won't change how I feel about you. The only thing your denying us is going to cause is pain, for both sides."
And suddenly, her head thunks down onto your shoulder, her hands coming up to clutch at your shirt material.
"It's not fair." She whispers. "I'm trying to protect you."
"Can't you see?" You beg. "You don't have to push me away to protect me. All I want is for you to allow yourself to love me back."
Her hands tighten and her shoulders shake, and you know she's fighting back tears if she hasn't already lost to them.
"I do love you." Her voice is wet, burdened. "That's why I can't-"
"You can."
Silence follows your declaration.
"Please, Agatha. I don't think-" Your voice breaks. "I don't think I can survive without you anymore."
There's more silence, until-
"If I ever hurt you, in any way, I need you to be able to protect yourself from me."
You open your mouth to protest, but then shut it, thinking about what Agatha is offering.
You hesitate.
"Perhaps," you start. "It would better if we simply agreed to essentially start over. Relearn one another."
Agatha pulls away, and it's then your realize as cool air hits the wet patch on your shoulder that she had been silently crying the entire time she had her head buried against you, though there's no trace of tears anywhere on her face.
"I need you to promise me you'll learn how to protect yourself and demonstrate your willingness to first." She replies firmly.
"From you."
"Yes." She pauses. "I'm dangerous, angel. It's just a fact. My greatest fear is losing control of myself and harming you. I need the reassurance that you won't let me if I try."
"Oh."
When she puts it like that...
"I suppose I could agree to that."
Her entire body sags with relief.
"Thank you." She roughly whispers, before giving into what you both desire, yanking you by your shirt, pulling you into a searing kiss, sealing your agreement.
"I love you." She says against your lips.
"And I, you." You reply, before kissing her once more.
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msookyspooky · 3 years ago
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Bo Sinclair, prompt 28
Aw, cute! ☺️🖤 Idk if this counts but this what I came up with.
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Bo was busy under a hood of a truck as you bounced on your feet near the door, trying to get the courage to interrupt him. Depending on the vehicle problem, how hot the Louisiana day was and how much sleep he got the night before.
He seemed to just be busy working, listening to the Deftones on his radio as he fiddled with the engine.
You rolled your lips and walked over, turning the music down a bit.
Bo instantly jerked up, almost hitting his head on the hood. A death glare in your direction until he saw you. It faded into a small huff as he went back under the hood.
"Whaddya doin', darlin'? I almost ripped you a new one thinkin' you were one of my brothers. Or some sorry ass tourist wantin' to fight."
You shifted your weight, you relationship with him still semi new. It hadn't even been a year since you arrived at Ambrose and had to accept this strange and morbid new life. It wasn't all bad. Most days passed by mundane and domestic. Bo worked on the mechanics, Lester stopped by here and there, Vincent worked on his art or drew up new plans for the town...You hadn't found you place yet, mainly doing chores here and there.
You leaned near the truck. "Sorry, just bored I guess."
"Huh... If yer bored ya can help out Lester with somethin'."
"Okay, maybe I'm not bored really...Just wanting to talk."
"Uh huh. Go on." He mumbled, interally too busy with what he was working on.
You blew air out past your lips and fidgeted with your hands. "I guess I'm just lonely...I don't get to talk very often-"
"Ow, fuck!" Bo hissed, jerking his hand back as you jumped in alarm. He shook his hand and you waited to see his reaction but he just cursed under his breath and kept working.
"I guess I've been watching you work and the more I watch the more I just want to spend time with you. I don't-"
Bo smacked his hand on the frame as you rambled. "Shit! YN, can't this wait till later?"
You felt a pain in your chest but nodded, hanging your head. "O-okay. I'll leave...Sorry."
You went to walk away, dragging your feet a bit as Bo slowly paused what he was doing. Like your words finally sunk in. He stopped you right when you got to the door.
"Wait, wait, wait. Jus' hold on there a damned minute."
He stood up fully and walked over to you, wiping his hands on his mechanics outfit.
You stood there watching as he came up to you. "Now, what are ya tryin to say to me?"
"I-I...Well, I uh-" You fumbled, feeling your cheeks heat as you tried finding the words. "I like you, a lot. And I wanna spend more time with you...Not all the time! Not that that's bad and I know your busy but you have days you're not-"
You saw him raise a brow at you as you fumbled. "Not that it's bad when you're not busy just-...Oh jeez." You groaned while rubbing your temple. "I just...I'm lonely and I love you- BEING with you and-"
He gave you a sideways smirk. You had never dropped the big three words before.
"That so?"
You nodded as he got a coy smile on his lips. "So ya love me, huh?"
"I-" You faltered, eyes wide and face hot before you swallowed and looked down. Nodding. "...Yes."
You waited for it. The mocking, the heart ache, him making it sexual or brushing it off. Instead, his smirk dropped slightly.
"You...You love me?" He asked again. His eyes open and his mouth parted as he stared down at you.
You hesitated scared to death over the can of worms your big mouth might have opened. "I mean, listen. If that's weird or you don't feel that way I get it please just don't start disliking me because of it I-"
You were cut off by his lips crashing onto your own. Firmly kissing you as his strong arms looped around your waistline. Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly leaned into it before he parted from you. Both his hands reaching up to cup your face, his thumb gently brushing your cheek as he studied you. His blue eyes darted from yours to your lips to your eyes again. As if he was looking for any sign of deceit on your part.
You stared up at him, cupping your hands over his own as he licked his lips swallowed. He looked at you a moment longer before his entire face seemed to relax. He eased up to kiss you softly on your forehead.
He didn't say anything. You knew he was too scared to. But that kiss and the way he held you said everything. After a moment of cradling you close to him, he eased back with a disbelieving smile on his face. He huffed to himself, looking at the ground with that smile getting wider.
"Well shit..."He muttured to himself. Some silent conversation in his own head as you watched him. He took off his hat and smoothed a hand through his dark waves as he chuckled to himself. He put it back on and outstretched his hands as you watched him intently.
"Alright. What the hell? How's 'bout we go for a drive?"
"Are you sure? Your truck-"
"Is a piece of shit that can wait." He walked over and got his keys to the truck he drove off the hook. Pulling you towards him as he smiled down at you. "Name the place; we'll go."
You smiled up at him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "As long I get to be with you, I don't care."
He looked away, grinning to himself with a shake of his head.
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aetheternity · 4 years ago
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Adventures in the Kawata twins
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Disclaimer: This takes place during the present when they're all adults. This isn't an x reader persay but reader is mentioned.
Synopsis: Takemichi & Chifuyu are stuck taking care of the drunk Kawata twins. It can't be that hard they'd assumed. Though they fail to understand that the twins are dumped on them for good reason.
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"Takemichi, you plan on being a designated driver?" Draken asks as Takemichi plops into the seat next to him at their shared table.
"Yeah, I don't feel like drinking tonight." He explained with a shrug.
"Great!" Mikey exclaimed allowing his straw to slip back into the something red he'd been sucking down. "Then you can take care of the Kawata brothers." He pointed to the end of the bar where both brothers sat. Smiley swiveling back in forth in his chair while Angry just glared at all the people. Their eyes lazily hovering over the thick crowd of people.
"They're barely sipping their drinks." Takemichi scoffed
Draken snorted with a deep laugh, "For now." Though he stopped talking when Mikey elbowed him.
"Yeah ok I'll take them home later." Takemichi replied.
"Not just take them home." Mikey grunted, poking his finger out at Takemichi. "You gotta watch them!" He gestured first to Takemichi then back to the two boys at the bar.
"Ok ok sure."
How bad could they possibly get after all? They were never apart as far as Takemichi could see. Even now they were calmly sipping their drinks, Angry's feet swaying back and forth against the side of the bar stool, his face full of frustration as he played with the straw between his lips. Meanwhile Smiley began talking about something random that barely caught his brother's attention his warm smile stretched tightly against his face.
They were calm. This was gonna be fine....
An hour later~
"Where'd they go!!" Takemichi clung to Chifuyu's shoulders like they were his life support shaking the poor man like a doll.
"Well where's the last place you had them?!" Chifuyu screamed back, head darting up over the crowd trying to locate at least one of the missing twins.
"They're not lost remotes!!" Takemichi grunted
A sudden burst of clapping across the bar made Takemichi and Chifuyu whip around. A rhythm slowly forming as drunk onlookers turned to face the same direction. Suddenly a big blue tuff peaked its way over the crowd followed by a fist raising in the air and Angry's full face coming into view.
"Shit." Chifuyu cursed
Takemichi lead the rush through the crowd, Chifuyu right behind him as the two of them made their way closer to one of the rickety tables near the back corner of the bar where Angry was now pointing out into the crowd. A smile almost as big as his brother's plastered onto his face. But it had a much gentler feel to it, almost as if he did it everyday.
"You! You got what I need! Everybody!" Angry belted as he sung into an invisible mic. "But you say he's just a friend!! Now the ladies!"
"And you say he's just a friend!" Reciprocated the crowd.
"Oh God who's he singing about? Name?" Chifuyu scoffed as he held onto Takemichi's hoodie for fear of getting swept away in the crowd.
"Wait? Angry likes, Name?!"
"You must be the most oblivious person in the world to not have noticed. Even I noticed!" Chifuyu yelled over the crowd.
Takemichi sighed reaching out for the wobbly table working to keep it steady as Chifuyu went around the other side tugging at Angry's pant leg.
"And you say he's just a friend, oh baby, you-" Angry continued until Chifuyu finally managed to catch his attention. "Takemichi! Chifuyu! Hi!" He bounced on the table almost causing it to tip.
"Angry come on, let's go find your brother!"
"Ooo yeah!" He giggled like a child.
"Holy shit I didn't even know he was capable of laughing, let alone smiling." Chifuyu blinked shaking his head.
"Catch me ok!" Angry beamed
"Wait Angry!-"
Takemichi's legs folded beneath him as Angry laid on top of him. Surprisingly he wasn't that heavy, though his body weight came out of nowhere and all at once. It left Takemichi with zero breath in his lungs as an uncharacteristic Angry laid on top of him, Chifuyu's smug grin just above him.
"Thanks for the support!" Takemichi groaned in pain. With both hands Chifuyu pulled Takemichi up, helping him support Angry's weight as he wrapped the younger twins legs around his waist.
"Why-" Chifuyu gestured to the current display.
"It'll just be easier."
Angry clung to Takemichi's hoodie like a curious toddler, sticking his fingers beneath the back to play with the tag.
"Come on, we're gonna go find your brother." Takemichi soothingly rubbed Angry's back before turning to Chifuyu.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" Chifuyu asked
The sound of glass shattering a short distance away and the sounds of loud screams and grunts called the attention of almost everyone in the bar. Aside from those too busy making out or puking to see.
"I'd say follow the screaming."
They'd barely arrived on the scene but the crunches of glass underneath their shoes spoke volumes. Smiley's fists repeatedly slamming into a now completely shattered glass mirror. Blood seeping through his damaged knuckles like a punctured water bottle.
Chifuyu immediately slipped his arms under Smiley's armpits. Shaken a bit by the stoned face that stared down at the shattered mirror beneath them.
"Come on Angry we gotta go!"
"That's Smiley! This is Angry!" Takemichi yelped, shifting a distracted Angry around to look at Chifuyu.
"At this point can you blame me?! It's like we fell into an alternate dimension." Chifuyu groaned "Wait is that possible right now?"
"I don't think so!"
"Get off! This cunt is asking for it!" Smiley reached for the only part of the mirror still even slightly assembled. But before he could punch it in Chifuyu slipped an arm around his waist.
"Let's just get out of here before the cops show up!"
Even in disarray Takemichi was pleased at how much easier it had been getting the twins out of the bar then it had been finding them.
"You can still drive a bike right?" Takemichi asked as he reached into Angry's pocket for his keys. He placed a disoriented Angry on the back, trying to push his leg over the side.
"God, your knuckles are wrecked!" Chifuyu gasped astonished. Some of the glass had chipped off while some stayed wedged inside his closed fist.
"It's fine we can remove it when we get them home."
"Hey do you think Name likes that song?" Angry nodded his head, snapping his fingers to an imaginary beat. "I like the bartender, yeah if you're looking for me I'm at the bar with her!" He sung
"I'm sure it'd be just as uncomfortable for Name as it currently is for us." Chifuyu sighed "Come on get on back." He explained to Smiley.
"Fuck you."
Angry fidgeted around behind Takemichi only holding onto his waist when Takemichi physically slid his hands there. His smile deepening as he grinned along to the music he hadn't stopped singing.
After a bit more pleading Smiley plopped onto the back with his arms crossed over his chest. "Ok, now all we need to do is get them home right?" Chifuyu called over the roar of the engine and the sound of Angry still harmonizing with inaudible music.
"Actually.. I told Mikey I'd look after them for the night.."
"I hate you."
"Chifuyu, please! I can't do this without you! Once we put them to bed the rest should be easy right?"
They pulled up to a red light and for the first time tonight Takemichi could hear himself think. Yeah ok, the rest of the night really shouldn't be too difficult. The hard part was getting them out of the bar right?
"Fuck are you looking at shit stain?!" Smiley screamed to a man casually minding his business across the street.
"Angry!" Takemichi screeched
"See you did it too!" Chifuyu pointed
"Shit, I mean-"
"Huh?!" The man called turning to make eye contact with the four people in front of him.
"Can't this light change any fucking faster?!" Chifuyu yelled
"You wanna go bitch!" Smiley called
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"Smiley, please shut up!" Chifuyu was practically withering. Smiley nearly left off the bike when the man came charging forward.
In that split second the light turned green and Chifuyu sped off with Takemichi trailing just behind. A flood of nervous tears beginning to stain his face.
"You know Mikey set you up right?" Chifuyu grunted as he hauled an agitated Smiley into his and his brother's shared flat.
"I figured after looking up to see them both gone." Takemichi gasped and heaved, shutting the door behind him and Angry.
"I'm making ramen." Smiley announced, staggering off to the living room.
"No no no what you need to do is lay down. This night has been a nightmare." Chifuyu said
"You wanna go fucker." Smiley spat
"Smiley please-" Takemichi tried
"Takemichi, Michi! Look look at my Tiktok dance! You gotta watch!" Angry tugged on Takemichi's jacket sleeve with kid like hops trying to get his attention.
"Just.. I can't right now please we-"
"Why?!" Angry's outburst immediately brought quiet to the flat, the beginnings of tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.
"Shit, don't let him cry!" Chifuyu exclaimed
"Ok! Ok do the dance!"
Angry straightened, smile reappearing fully. He patted the tops of his chest, shaking his hips to nonexistent music. "You need a woman's touch in your place, just protect her and keep her safe." His arm juts out to the words he's singing, "Baby, worship my hips in ways, so feminine with grace."
Takemichi and Chifuyu blink, mouths hung in a small 'O' as they watched the awkward drunk assembly of movements matching terribly with the surprisingly on key singing. Without warning Angry clutched his knees, bile spilling from his body like a sprinkler system.
"You're in charge of Angry then." Chifuyu patted Takemichi's back as Angry continued to unleash on the once clean living room floor. Coughs escaping his drunken body. "I'll take care of.. ah shit! Where'd he go now?!"
"Maybe that's enough dancing for one night." Tiptoeing around the undigested waste Takemichi reached for Angry's arm. "Want some water?" He asked pulling a staggering Angry into the kitchen.
"There's-" Takemichi managed to get him there just in time. Angry's fingers clutching the edges of the kitchen sink as he leaned forward emptying everything in his stomach down the drain with a loud heave.
"Take your time it'll be-"
"Smiley no!" Chifuyu's voice rang across the flat. As well as the sound of multiple fragile items breaking.
What would soon follow in the next minute and a half were, a hard thud, harsh obscenities spewed one after another, and more things breaking only a couple doors away from where Takemichi was massaging Angry's head.
"Chifuyu, what's going on?!"
Chifuyu clattered out of the bathroom stumbling back and forth between both feet. "He punched me in the jaw." His thumb grazed over his jaw inspecting his hands for any sign of blood. "Do the twins have duct tape in here?"
Takemichi grabbed a paper towel dampening it before patting the sides of Angry's lips and the base of his chin where a small amount of his puke was currently leaking down.
"What do you need duct tape for?"
"Don't worry about that."
Chifuyu disappeared with the tape too quickly for further questions to be asked. Angry's smile was barely visible at this point the alcohol potentially flooding out of his system.
"Will you wash my hair Michi?" Angry pleaded with a tiny whimper.
"You should probably rest." Takemichi replied, he turned to fill a glass of water in the sink before handing it to Angry.
"Can I rest in the bathtub?"
"Why're you so violent when you drink?!" Chifuyu yelled
"Here just go to the couch!" Takemichi gestured, pushing a confused Angry back into the living room before bolting down the hall.
"What the- omg!"
"Get me some rope or some shit!" Chifuyu grunted, pulling both of Smiley's hands together.
Smiley laid beneath Chifuyu on his stomach duct tape wrapped around his mouth. His legs kicking around aimlessly as muffled noises slipped from his mouth. The shower curtain covered in blood and laid in a ball on the floor and the pole now bent in the bathtub. The window in the corner smashed in from the inside, pieces of glass littering the white tile.
I'm pretty sure this isn't what Mikey meant when he said take care of the Kawata twins!"
"Well he won't stop struggling! What else am I supposed to do?" Chifuyu gripped the duct tape, pulling it around Smiley's balled fists before ripping it with his teeth.
The sound of glass shattering in the living room brought Takemichi back down to reality. "Ok fine, just don't hurt him and clean his wounds!"
Takemichi rushed back into the living room tripping over his own two feet. His thoughts immediately scattering as he looked over the new situation. Angry's once full cup of water mixed with his vomit on the floor as the glass was now shattered in the growing mess.
"I want water.." Angry said, reaching out to Takemichi.
"Lay still on the couch and I'll bring you a new cup." He sighed
Takemichi dug around for a few seconds in the cupboard grabbing a new glass from the middle shelf. He hadn't noticed before but the Kawata twins had a gorgeous flat. That was slightly more wrecked right now. But it was clean and gorgeous almost to the point where it looked brand new.
He reached for the faucet, positioning it to fill the glass with hot water before turning it upside down to empty the glass. The water splashed against his disheveled black hoodie dampening it a little more than the sweat of this night already had. When he refilled the glass it was with cold water turning the sink top off and walking back over to Angry's kid like wonder stare on the edge of the couch.
"This house has big ceilings." Angry pointed, mouth agape.
"Yup, here." Takemichi transferred the water to Angry's open hands. He got down on one knee untying Angry's shoelaces, slipping his shoes off his feet before placing them next to the head of the couch.
"Wish I lived here." Angry nodded softly, kicking his socked feet as he sipped the cool water in the glass that had been placed in his hands.
"Lay back ok."
A deep "oof" caught Takemichi's attention as he looked to a staggering Chifuyu, pulling Smiley along like a police officer arresting a perp.
"Ok, from this point on I need to be paid." He grunted
"What happened to your face?" Takemichi gestured to the gushing bruise on Chifuyu's forehead. Blood beginning to leak down the sides of his face.
"What do you think happened? He fucking headbutted me." Chifuyu rubbed the blemish with one hand.
For the first time all night Smiley finally tapped out. Collapsing onto the floor in a small ball. One shoe kicked off God knows when. Hair a disorganized tumbleweed atop his head.
"What do you think Name would think of this song?" Angry bounced in his seat spilling water into his lap.
"Oh God please no more singing!" Chifuyu huffed in exasperation.
Takemichi can already see the crease of Angry's eyebrows and the quiver of his bottom lip. "What he means is we'll hear it tomorrow because you need sleep."
A folded blanket laid on the top of the couch and Takemichi reached for it. He shook it out before placing it over Angry's descending shoulders. Slowly the comfort of falling asleep began to rise on Angry's face. Eyelids heavy and face falling into warm ease.
"You promise?" He questioned as he laid his head on the arm rest.
"Yes bright and early tomorrow."
"Night." He whispered and less than a minute later he was fast asleep just like his brother.
For the next couple minutes Takemichi worked to clean the blood off Chifuyu's face, arms and a couple other places.
"Geez he did a number on you."
"On me, on the bathroom, on that mirror in the bar." Chifuyu listed off as Takemichi walked back to the living room leaving him to pat his bruise.
"But you did do a great job bandaging his hands."
"Uh huh."
Takemichi reached up to his face squeezing the bridge of his nose and the lids of his eyes. Chifuyu came up to his side as the blonde gestured to Smiley. "You're not gonna leave him like that are you?"
"You're right we should put a blanket on him." Chifuyu nodded, shaking his finger in front of Takemichi.
"I meant untie him!" Takemichi followed as Chifuyu went into the first available bedroom.
"Fine, once we get them both pills and clean up we can leave."
"Are you insane! Did you forget my bruises? If he wakes up at anytime before the sun and attacks it's your problem." Chifuyu snagged a blanket off the top of the bed slinging it over his shoulder.
"Why didn't we just put them in their beds?" Takemichi groaned
"It's too late they're already asleep just let it go." Chifuyu huffed
Takemichi followed Chifuyu back into the living room. With both hands he opened the blanket fully before letting it lay flat over Smiley's now relaxed figure.
"One you're insane if you think I'm going home. It's almost three am and watching these two for one night has given me nice horror stories to tell Mitsuya next time he talks about his sisters. Two I was dead serious about needing payment especially now if I'm gonna be spending hours cleaning."
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Morning came sooner than Takemichi would've liked. The sun blared through the window like the worst alarm. He squinted covering his eyes with one hand before shifting on the floor with the blanket he'd pulled from Souya's closet.
Before he could reexperience restful slumber a couple faint knocks had him tossing aside the blanket entirely. Yanking the door open with a low 'what' from the depths of his fatigue.
"Morning to you too." Draken's voice brought him back.
"Heyo Takemichy." Mikey grinned proudly
"How was last night?" Draken asked as Mikey entered the flat ahead of him.
Though the question really didn't need to be verbally answered as the image of Smiley laying on the ground with duct tape over his mouth and a half kicked away blanket revealing his taped up arms. The smell of puke still slightly thick in the hot apartment and the blood all over Chifuyu's jacket spoke louder than words.
Even with sleep still in the midst of Chifuyu's eyes he turned to Mikey and Draken standing behind him.
"Never a fucking gain." He pointed aimlessly, eyelids dashing over his eyes to properly bring the beauty of sight back to him.
Smiley rolled over, or half way over immediately awakening when he realized he was tied up. His head jerked towards Chifuyu with mumbled questions.
"Hold on."
"FUCK!" Smiley's grin was back full force. The edges of his eyebrows twitching, voice echoing through the flat. The unnecessary roughness at which Chifuyu had ripped away the tape showed off some prominent reddening just below his nose.
"Ah!" Angry nearly flew off the couch with the way he sat up immediately falling back into the pillow behind him. Clutching his head with both arms. "Who's being loud." He groaned
"We figured we owed you guys breakfast for taking care of the twins last night." Draken remarked amusement creeping onto his face.
"And this is way less than I was expecting. No cops or anything." Mikey nodded
"What happened to my fists!" Smiley grinned crazily
"Everyone stop talking!" Angry grit
"Take the twins out." Chifuyu said "I'm going home to sleep."
"Ditto to that." Takemichi yawned
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arrowflier · 4 years ago
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Hi I don't have tumblr, so not sure how this works. Came across your blog though, and spent three days just reading everything you've written and reblogged. Such a fun three days! I have so many ideas for prompts, but the one I'm most curious about is what happens when Ian has a rough patch of mania maybe a couple years into their marriage and what kind of plans do Mickey and Ian have for either an upswing or a downswing of his bipolar? Thanks so much excited to see what you come up with!
Hi there! It's such a compliment that you went through my rambles, glad you're enjoying.💖 Standard disclaimer: everything I know about bipolar disorder comes from the internet. It's an important part of Ian that I want to be respectful of, so as always please let me know if I miss the mark.
Caring for your partner, Rule 1: Be There
When Mickey woke up, Ian wasn’t in bed.
That wasn’t terribly unusual in and of itself. What was unusual was that it was only 3AM, on a Saturday, and Mickey could already hear his husband moving outside their room. The footsteps outside the door were soft, restrained, like Ian didn’t want to wake him. But the following clatter in the kitchen was alarmingly loud as Ian opened the drawer under the oven to pull out a pan, and Mickey groaned.
He wanted to roll over, pull a pillow over his head, and block out whatever this was so he could go back to sleep. They’d been working long days, and sometimes longer nights as the dispensaries were all pulling overtime with increasing demand. They’d only made it to bed like two hours ago, for fuck’s sake, and Mickey was tired.
But Ian should have been tired too, and it was never a good sign when he wasn’t. So Mickey sat up with a sigh, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, and swung his legs out of bed.
He winced when his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. They had been here for almost a year already, and they still hadn’t gotten ‘round to buying a fucking rug for the bedroom.
Mickey shivered as he hopped awkwardly toward the closed bedroom door, grabbing his robe from a hook there and tugging it on over his thin shirt and the boxers he was pretty sure started out on Ian’s side of the dresser. Wrapping it closed, he slipped out the door and into the brightly lit hallway, squinting blearily as he followed the sound of pots and pans to the kitchen.
Ian had half their crockery out on the counter already. His red hair gleamed under the sharp light of the long fluorescent bulbs overhead as he stirred batter in a large bowl they had borrowed from Debbie last week and never given back, wooden spoon clanking against the sides erratically.
Erratically. That was a good word for it, Mickey thought. The mindless clink clink clink of wood on metal in no discernible pattern, just like the route Ian took around their table, to the counter, to the fridge, and back to the oven again. Mindless, pacing, random.
Mickey leaned against the wall, and watched.
They had talked about this, since the last time. At least, since the last time Mickey had been worried. When Ian was down, when he didn’t want to get up. When Mickey dragged him out on his first run and they talked afterward in the kitchen, when Mickey made clear that his worry was just one more face of what they had together.
He’d come down the next morning to Ian at the kitchen table, the whole place eerily quiet for a place they still shared with too many fucking people. There had been coffee in the pot, toast on the table, and Ian, picking at his cuticles and not meeting Mickey’s eyes.
“We need to talk,” he’d said, and Mickey’s heart had dropped into his stomach.
“Can I wake the fuck up first?” he’d asked, but Ian had just kicked a chair out for him and waited, not meeting his eyes, until Mickey sat down.
They’d sat silently for a long moment, Mickey unwilling to ask what it was about. Finally, Ian had sighed, and reached out for Mickey’s hand across the table.
“It’s about the bipolar,” he’d said, and Mickey had been so relieved he could feel it in his fucking toes, bare and cold against the tile floor.
“Oh. Okay.”
Ian had been startled by his easy acceptance of the topic, he could tell.
“That’s it?” He’d sounded almost confused.
Mickey had shrugged.
“I mean, yeah?” He’d rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes with the hand no holding Ian’s. “You had me worried, man, with the we need to talk thing. But this is just normal shit.”
Ian had just stared at him, then released his hand to lean back against his chair.
“Normal?” He’d asked disbelievingly. “There’s nothing normal about planning for my imminent mental break, Mickey.
Mickey had snorted at the irony of it. “You kidding me?” he’d said. “It’s the most normal fucking thing about us.”
As he watched Ian in the kitchen now, making pancakes at 3AM on a Saturday morning, Mickey thought that was probably still true.
“Hey, Martha Stewart,” he said softly from his position against the wall, still leaning there as Ian spun around with surprise painted over his face. His eyes were off, the light not quite there, but they still warmed when he saw Mickey.
“Hey,” Ian said back, voice high and too chipper. “I’m making pancakes, you want some? I’ve got banana, your favorite, and chocolate chips, and strawberries…”
He went on to list more ingredients, but Mickey wasn’t really listening. He could see it all anyway, spread out over the kitchen like so many half-made decisions, half-baked ideas that kept giving way to something else.
“Mickey?” Ian asked, and he snapped out of it.
“Yeah,” he answered with a smile. “Yeah, I’d love some pancakes. Why don’t you let me stir for a awhile?”
They had their pancakes standing up next to the counter, nowhere left to rest their plates on the crowded surfaces of the kitchen. Ian talked about the merits of each ingredient as they ate, and Mickey listened, and nodded along as best he could.
This was okay. It was pancakes in their boxers at 3AM with no sleep in a kitchen that looked like it was hit by a tornado, but Ian was eating, and Ian was smiling, and Ian was there.
And when Ian stopped and tried to set his plate down, distress on his face as he was confronted with the mess he had made, Mickey took the dish from him with easy hands.
“You want to sit down awhile?” he tried, nudging Ian gently out of the disaster-zone. “Bet you’re tired after eating all that.”
He knew Ian wasn’t, but he kept a hand on his back anyway until they were out in the living room, next to the sofa. Mickey let go to sit down himself with a groan, tired muscles aching at being used for too long without rest. He kept his eyes off Ian, just standing there, looking at him in that too-present, too-absent way of his, and leaned back against the cushions, eyes falling closed.
After a moment, the sofa dipped as Ian settled in beside him.
“Mickey?” Ian asked. The cushions bounced as he tapped his heel repeatedly on the floor.
“Yeah?” Mickey responded, squinting his eyes back open.
“Can I touch you?”
Mickey repressed the urge to sit up, to take Ian into his arms. Ian sounded too hesitant, a shift from moments before as he playfully shoved bites of overcooked batter into Mickey’s mouth.
But Ian didn’t like to be held like this.
“Of course you can, you moron,” Mickey said instead, and watched as Ian’s leg stopped moving. The other man drew closer, reaching a hand out to card through Mickey’s hair and drag down the side of his face, a touch too shaky and a touch too firm.
Ian had once said that touching Mickey grounded him, and Mickey hadn’t known if Ian thought that was a good thing or not. In the midst of hypomania, Ian didn’t always take kindly to being grounded.
But tonight—well, this morning—it seemed to be a good thing. Mickey was grateful for that.
Grateful, because it meant that Ian looked like himself as he moved to lay against him, and not like some over-saturated facsimile painted with too much water on the canvas, always shifting, always running. Grateful, because it meant that Ian pulled Mickey’s arms around him and settled into his side like they always did, even if his body never quite stilled at the contact.
Grateful, because it meant they wouldn’t fight tonight. That Mickey wouldn’t have to worry as much about what Ian might say, might do, if he stepped out of line. If he went off the script they had planned on a good day for dealing with bad ones to come.
He wouldn’t have to call Lip for backup. He wouldn’t have to tail Ian as he left the apartment to make sure he stayed safe. He wouldn’t have hide the knives, or their wallets, or anything else.
Not that he would have complained if he did. It was what it was. Ian was who he was. And Mickey would always see him through it. Love him through it.
They lay there, mostly quiet, except for the mindless tune Ian hummed against his neck, and the tap tap tap of his fingers on Mickey’s collarbone.
Eventually, the song cut off.
“Do I need to call the doctor?” Ian asked quietly into the echoing room, and Mickey nodded, rubbing a gentle hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think so.”
He'd get everything together in the morning. Ian's journals, their schedule, their meal plan. The little notebook where he kept track of Ian's prescriptions, how they worked, how long they lasted.
Something had obviously slipped, either in their methods or in Ian himself. But Mickey was well past dwelling on what they could have done differently, and focused on what to do next.
Things happened. Things changed. They would adapt.
At Mickey's confirmation, Ian just nodded against him, fidgeting until their legs were too entwined to separate.
“Sleep first, if you can,” Mickey told him, settling in for a long rest of the night. “We’ll do it together when you wake up.”
Together. They’d do it together. Again and again and again, as much as they needed to. Because Ian was his husband, and this was their normal.
And their normal was still pretty damn good.
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igotathingforvampires · 4 years ago
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Anon Ask | Caius Volturi x F!Witch Reader: Punishments
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Canon Divergent Dora is true mated to Renata because I <3 Renata Fight Me
Reader is a Witch.
You are a human. Who managed because of a latent heritage of being a Witch to wander past Heidi into the Throne Room thinking it’s a tour.
You’re not stupid, you walk right in and get near the dais and look around and realize that this is not just a tour.
Sighing, you glance around and face palm. “Ahhhhhh Fuck My Life.”
The Kings of Volterra are eyeing you with amusement.
You sigh, and glare UP at the throne of a very, very gorgeous almost elfin, platinum haired King who’s GLARING back at you with a raised brow and a scowl.
“So ah do I get to pick who offs me?”
All vampires just PAUSE.
“Because okay, if I’m gonna die.” You point at Caius. “That one. You. You’ve got dibs Sir.”
Caius is Shooketh.
This little human has got some guts.
He hates humans. HATES humans.
So why when he snatches you up and you just look at him with those big eyes, and a small smile “just make it quick hm?”
You wait, eyes closed.
Caius pauses, growling and suddenly NOPE you’re picked up and ZOOM.
Aro: The fuck just happened?
You’re tucked away in his inner sanctuary of his rooms, sat down on a chair. “Sit RIGHT here human. If you move I shall be displeased, you won’t like what happens if you make me angry.”
“Uhhhhhh kay.”
Caius goes and feeds and after he sits amongst his brothers. “I’m keeping it.” He growls
Turns out he can keep you because you’re not human! YAY!
“So am I like a bunny.”
“Less than a Rabbit you’re human.” Caius would growl at you.
“Mmmkay.”
How things Go:
You are the chillest bitch to ever chill. Life has not been great, in fact it’s been a horror show, Aro of course sees this and he scolds Caius for treating you like a piece of furniture rather than a person.
Aro knows you’re just feeling Caius out, watching because there are moments— the very few moments— when he is oh so gentle.
You shiver, a blanket is flung at your face. “My luck you’d catch pneumonia.”
Your tummy rumbles, the chef brings a five star meal. “I don’t need you dying.”
You’re bored, suddenly you’re in front of the TV and given access to ALL the shows. “You’re being a pest.”
Aro also knows your temper is starting to appear the more Caius pushes you away.
Caius isn’t sure what to even do with you— he is FEELING things, things he’s never even felt with Dora. And Dora is berating him alongside Marcus for being an utter nitwit.
“Cai for all your brilliance for strategy you’re an idiot in romance.” Dora says.
He knows it’s true. He’s an asshole.
And angry.
All the time. But when you’re around he’s not angry anymore.
But at one point you’re still fidgeting with your hands. “What is the problem now.”
“Ah…well…” you fidget some more, “c-can I have some water colors?”
Caius freezes. “You paint?” He seems curious.
You nod. “I do digital art but I like canvas art too!” You show him your phone of photoshop collages, watercolor, digital paintings and such.
“You do this on a computer?” He tilts his head. He hates technology. So seeing that one can create art this way is astounding to him.
“Yeah I had to sell my iPad a while ago so sadly I can’t do much right now but if I have some water colors that would be a good start!” You bounce on your feet.
You have the a massive iMac, a Wacom Cintiq 24”, an entire selection of Derwent colors and crazy amounts of canvases and anything else you might need that an artist can think of.
Caius is utterly stunned when you tackle him and kiss his cheek thanking him.
His heart explodes into confetti.
Art is how Caius communicates his gentler side. His art is beautiful, evoking deep emotions, and his hand is gentle and fluid enough in motion to capture even the most minute details.
You both grow exceptionally close, till Marcus one day pulls him aside to inform him of the Mate Bond that is between you two.
The Kiss:
You’re modeling for Caius, it’s a random request and you feel utterly embarrassed dressed in flowing robes and sprawled on a chaise lounge half hanging off, your hair spilling onto the marble floor.
You can’t quite help but notice how his gaze is pitch black and devouring you.
“M-Master Caius?”
“Caius.” He grumbles.
“Huh?”
“I think it’s about time you can call me Caius y/n.”
He can hear your heart thump an erratic beat as magic swirls in your eyes. It’s slowly been coming back to you, being cared for, like a plant long neglected, your magic has begun to grow under the tender albeit aloof care of the vampire King you’re so utterly in love with.
But you know it’s silly, there’s no way it’d work—
He’s suddenly next to you, hovering nose to nose, pulling you towards him, “you consume me.”
It’s the last thing he says for a long while as you both end up staying on that lounge for a— ahem lengthy amount of time.
Punishments:
Caius is a sadist.
But he’s a loving sadist.
He has so many kinks he doesn’t know what to do with them. And luckily for him— surprise surprise you’re kinky too.
But you tend to be mouthy. And Caius does not like when he is disobeyed. “Be a good pet and go sit.”
“But—“
“1.”
When Aro counts it’s for orgasms.
When Caius counts it’s for paddling or the crop.
Or it’s for forced orgasms and overstimulation.
The dynamic between you is quite lovely, boundaries are discussed whenever needed, although Caius can come across as gruff and uncaring, at one point during punishment play you had said your safe word rather quickly, and everything stopped. Oils, bath, rub down, talks, blankets, snuggles, and so many kisses to the forehead. “Bunny, oh my little bunny what happened?”
As someone who does not cry.
Ever.
Aro has attested to this.
It astounds Caius that you’d trust him enough to do so.
He realizes that he’s earned a trust that has not been earned by anyone in a long long time, knowing that feeling, he would never break it by overdoing things or going past your boundaries.
Punishments are talked out. Explained. Rules are fairly discussed and you ALWAYS have a say in vetoing or staying off for another day.
If it’s a topic that has yet to be discussed it is tabled, and discussed for what an appropriate response should be.
Punishments include:
Caning
Paddle
Crop (your favorite)
Being suspended and teased.
Leashed. Yes he will have you walk behind him with a leash and collar. And yes he will sit in the Library with you on a leash and your head in his lap. “Good Bunny.”
You are a very good bunny.
Caius has only had only lost his temper with you once. And never will again.
It was due to negligence on your part, you had disobeyed him when it was imperative for you to listen, not aware of the danger of a local coven’s very out of control member. “But Cai why—“
They had heard your blood sing to them.
Caius had torn the individual to pieces in a fit of utter rage before turning on you with a shout, “I told you NEVER to disobey me.” he roared at you, the energy coming off him practically feral as his eyes were murderous.
Seeing you shrink back; the fear in your gaze at him almost broke his heart when the dread kicked in as to what he had done. He had frightened you.
He was supposed to be your comfort and safety.
of course you wouldn't understand vampire's ways of doing things.
or what a singer was...you were a witch...
But before he could even think to reach for you...
You had fled.
Hidden away in Dora’s rooms you tucked yourself away in her bathroom in the tub with a blanket curled up and wept.
Dora and Sulpricia beat the shit out of Caius.
He had sat outside the door pleading with you for hours.
He knew he had utterly fucked up.
He had a horrid temper, he knew it, and the idea of you being drained dry right in front of him had been far too much for him to think of. “Y/n please talk to me. I'm so sorry please forgive me.”
You had unlocked the door with magic…. And he had merely crawled into the tub with you, curled around you underneath the blanket and held you while you cried into him and smacked at his chest. “Don’t do that ever again!!!”
“I know, I know bunny I know. Never again. I'm a bastard I know.”
You calmed down and glared at him.
“Would you like to delve out a punishment?”
You blinked, confused and then realized what he was offering.
“Yes.”
And that is how you ended up quite happy with your vampire begrudgingly, and amused sitting at your feet in your shared rooms with GOOD BOY on a thick leather collar.
Turns out Caius likes being punished too.
“Also a masochist hm?” You laugh at him and grip him by his hair.
“So it seems.” He muses kissing your knee and nudging your legs apart. “But the reward is worth it isn’t it bunny?”
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lalaangeldust · 4 years ago
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[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ] : ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ, 3-ᴀ // ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ // ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ // ꜱᴇʀᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏꜱ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ // ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴋ // ɢᴏᴅ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ
[ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ] : ᴍɪɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇʀᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ. ꜱᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴍɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
( ᴘᴜɴ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴢᴇʀᴏ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ )
[ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ] : ʏᴏᴜ - ʙʟᴜᴇ // ꜱᴇʀᴏ - ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ // ᴍɪɴᴀ - ᴘɪɴᴋ // ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ - ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ
[ 𝗺𝘆𝗸𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ] : ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ꜱᴇʀᴏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ??? ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ��ᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ (˶◡‿◡) ~ <3
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"Come on, come ooonnnnn," Mina groans as she tugs at your ankles.
"You lazy butt!! You can't stay in here like a hermit forever!" she exclaims with a final yank, sending you off the edge of your bed with a loud thump.
"Ugghhh, but I'm tireedddd! I spent all day shoving boxes around and reorganizing my stuff!" You grumble underneath your arm that's dramatically draped over your face.
"I know! Which you did an amazing job by the way. You truly have a talent for decorating," Mina says with a teasing undertone as she looks around your new third year dorm.
"Aaannnnd that is exactly why you should unwind with the rest of us in Denki's dorm," she says as she bends down, grabbing your ankles once again and lets them rest on her hips.
"Think of it as a dorm warming party and celebration of our last year here at this god forsaken school," Mina concludes as she looks down at you, her eyes pleading you to give in.
"Nnnnggh- Finee!" You let out a disgruntled grunt as you dramatically fling your arm off your face and look up at Mina hovering over you.
"Yay!!" She squeals as she drops your ankles and bounces on the balls of her feet.
"God, you make it so hard to say no, Mina," You say as you sit yourself up.
"I know~ it's what adds to my irresistible charm," she replies with a wide smile and a wink, to which you roll your eyes at.
"And besides, I would've been so sad and lonely without you," She fake pouts at you, sticking out her bottom lip and gives you her best puppy eyes.
"Oh please," You say as you squish her cheeks together, making her bottom lip jut out even further in a comical manner.
"Shero would'b missh'd you tooooo~" Mina muses, her words slurring together while wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively. You gasp, tossing her head back and you cross your arms across your chest.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," You say flatly as you turn to the side, no longer facing Mina's direction. Though you can't see it, Mina is giving you a devilish look as she giggles at your reaction.
"You totally know what I'm talking about, y/n~" she hums as she approaches you from behind.
"There's no way you miss the way he looks at you all love sick with big, gross googly eyes," She teases as she throws herself on your shoulders, her cheek now squishing into yours.
"Don't even get me started on how he went gaga over your new hero costume," she giggles, a shit eating grin pressing on your cheek, "Mans was practically drooling,"
"Wha-!??" you guffaw, "He was not!!" you exclaim, growing increasingly flustered from Mina's taunting, you throw your hands on your face.
"Oh, poor sweet y/n," Mina cries out dramatically, throwing her hand to your other cheek to push your face impossibly closer to hers, brushing your hands off your face while doing so.
"Too whipped for stinky Sero to see he is infact also painfully whipped for her," She sighs as she shakes her head against yours in fake disappointment, "Tragic..."
"S-shut up before I decide to change my mind!" you exclaim, your face glowing red.
"What?? Did I lie??" she says. You open your mouth to retort but Mina's hand flies to your mouth, pressing one finger against your lips with a shush to silence you.
"No. The answer is no," She concludes in a matter-of-fact tone. Angrily, you wiggle your way out of Mina's hold and turn around to her with a flustered scowl.
"I don't know where you got any of that from, but we're just friends," you huff at her, placing your hands on your hips. Mina's hand flies to her forehead with a slap as she lets out a groan in either annoyance or frustration. Probably both.
"Oh my god, you two are so cliché it's putting me in physical pain just watching it!" she cries, "The friends to lovers troupe is getting all too real!" You roll your eyes at her as you grab your phone and tuck it into your hoodie pocket.
"Common, let's go before you make me question myself more than I already am," you say, grabbing her wrist and make your way to the door.
Mina immediately snaps out of her dramatic manner and trails behind you with a cheerful "yay!". You can't help but giggle at the way your friend's mood flipped on a dime as you two make your way out of your dorm.
[ time skip; Denki's dorm ]
You have no idea why you ever agreed to letting Mina drag you here. Your whole body tenses up and everything in you seizes as Denki calls out your name from the strip of paper he pulled out of the beanie in his hand. Your heart is beating so hard it might as well burst right out of your chest and Denki hasn't even announced who you're being paired with yet.
"It'll be fun," she said, "You'll have time to unwind," she said.
Bullshit
And you believed her! You thought you'd be playing Mario Kart with your classmates or singing karaoke! Not playing a dumb game of chance to see who's going to be trapped in a closet together for nearly ten minutes. Embarrassingly close in a dark closet, fumbling over each other as you two awkwardly shuffle around in the closed space-
You shake your head to try to get rid of your anxious thoughts, silently cursing to yourself as Denki flashes you a smirk that has nothing but trouble written all over it.
"It's ok, y/n, Loosen up. You'll be fine, I promise," Mina whispers to you as she squeezes your hand reassuringly.
You give a nervous chuckle and shoot her a look that says I'm going to kill you when this is over. Mina gives you an innocent smile in response before averting her gaze back to Denki.
"Now, let's see who's the lucky fella, or lady, who am I to judge, is to be paired with the lovely y/n~" The electric blonde announces as he makes a show of shuffling the papers in his hat.
You anxiously fidget with your fingers as Denki continues to drag on in suspense. After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulls out the cursed slip of paper. His gaze shifts between you and Mina before he sends her a mischievous smirk before announcing,
"Sero Hanta!!"
Your eyes fly to Sero sat directly across from you and you see that he's already looking intently at you. After hardly a split second of eye contact, your eyes dart away, looking at anything but him.
"Dare I say I'm jealous~ you get to have sweet y/n aallll to yourself," He cries out in a dramatically animated manner.
Your stomach drops and you let out a strained gulp and your throat goes dry. You hesitantly look back at Sero, his dark eyes still glued on you and he gives you his all too familiar grin with a cocky wink. Holy shit- you think to yourself as your breath hitches, your cheeks already blooming an embarrassing shade of pink at his action.
"Come, come!!" Denki shouts as he gestures for you and Sero to stand next to him, "This is no time to be shy now!"
Sero lets out a soft grunt as he pushes himself off of the bean bag he was lounging on, running his long fingers through his shaggy black hair. Now anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip, you approach the center of the room where Denki is standing. Your eyes fly back and forth between the loud blonde and the lanky boy but unlike you, Sero's eyes have never left you since the moment Denki announced your name. Whatever nervousness he was feeling at the moment, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Though you hate to admit, you can't deny his confidence is insanely attractive. The way you can practically feel his eyes on you sends swarms of butterflies fluttering around angrily around your insides.
"Come on you two!" Denki exclaims as he places his hands behind both your backs and ushers you towards his closet, "Time is of the essence and it can't be wasted!!"
"Kami, shut up or I'm gonna punch you in the nose," You say bluntly, too nervy to care or think about what you said.
Sero snickers at your comment and Denki sucks in through is teeth in response.
"Tough crowd,"
You shoot him a nasty look and Denki throws his hands up in defeat while taking a step back, leaving you and Sero right in front of his dreaded closet. Sero looks back at him and Denki gives him a big thumbs up with a stupid grin smeared on his face. Sero rolls his eyes and shakes his head before looking back at you. He slides the door open and extends a hand towards you.
"Ladies first?" He hums and you smile at his gesture, your eyes nervously shifting from your feet up to him and you bite your lip before taking his hand. Sero gently guides you into the closet before quickly trailing behind and Denki's head peaks in through the doorway behind Sero.
"Alright now, you behave, kids. Sero, make sure you use protection, I don't want a mess all on my shit," Sero punches Denki on the shoulder at his sly remark and Denki snickers, "and y/n?... You're an angel so I trust you'll keep tape face in line," he adds, slipping in a wink at you and you can't help but giggle.
Sero scoffs loudly and slaps his palm flat on Denki's face earning a dramatic "mmphf!?" from him before Sero shoves Denki out of the doorway. All you can see is Denki's arms flinging backwards before you hear a series of fumbling followed by a yelp and a loud thump as he tumbles from the force of Sero's hand. Sero with his head now poking out, looks down at Denki on the floor.
"My bad, g," Sero says behind a stifled laugh, a shit eating grin spread on his face.
"Oh, fuck off," You hear Denki grumble as he gets back up to close the closet door, "Y/n if you ever come to the realization you're too good for Sero's clown ass, just hit my line, baby," he quickly blurts out before slamming the door shut in Sero's face.
Sero flips off the door and turns to you. Now quivering with your hands covering your mouth from trying to hold in your giggles, you find yourself unable to hold back anymore and burst out laughing. Your laughter fills the closet as Sero looks at you with a goofy grin plastered on his face. Your giggles being majorly contagious, he starts laughing along with you and makes his way to get closer to you but quickly gets cut off when he trips over something on the floor. He gasps as he's sent flying forward, the only thing stopping him from collapsing right on top of you is his large hands slamming on the wall behind you.
You stop laughing, holding your breath from the shock of what just happened and you look up at Sero in surprise. He looks down at you, wide eyed at the realization that he now has you pinned underneath him.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry y/n. I didn't mean- I can get off if I'm making you uncomfortable," nervously stumbling on his words, he shifts his weight to one hand as he raises the other to rub the back of his neck, subtly averting his gaze to hide the blush creeping up his face. He starts to sit himself up but halts as you placed a hand on his shoulder.
"No, it's fine, really," you say reassuringly, "I don't think you'll be able to anyways with all of Denki's stuff scattered on the floor," you add, looking down at your feet.
Though the lighting in Denki's closet is dim, being illuminated only by a small lantern in the corner behind Sero, you can clearly see the floor is nearly completely covered in Denki's belongings that are haphazardly strewn about. The already small space only seeming smaller with the limited foot room. Not to mention Sero kabbdoning you, your bodies mere centimeters apart.
Sero huffs at your observation, silently cursing Denki under his breath. You would think his closet would be at least somewhat tidy since you guys haven't even spent an entire day in your new dorms yet. Guess that's Denki for you.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," his eyes come back up to yours, "but you're sure you're okay with this? You're not just saying it," Sero inquires. Touched by his sincerity, you slide your hand from the edge of his shoulder to the crook of his neck and you can feel slight goose bumps form underneath your fingers where your skin is touching his.
"Sero, have I ever said things just to say it?" answering his question with another.
"Hmmm, I don't think you want me to answer that," Sero teases.
You quirk your eyebrow at him. Though you are still unbelievably nervous about the unusual close proximity between you and him, you are significantly less anxious than before, becoming more relaxed with Sero's chill and goofy atmosphere. His personality has always been so inviting, it's one of his best qualities that you happened to fall hardest for.
"But seriously, we don't have to do anything if you're not ready or don't want to... Last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable," he says, nervously shifting on his feet. A soft smile forms on your face and your cheeks grow warm at how considerate Sero is being. Your heart clenches and you're already practically melting underneath him.
"Sero, if you didn't care, you'd already have your tongue shoved halfway down my throat by now," you reply with a light giggle, " You've never made me uncomfortable, love," you say as your voice grows softer.
You truly meant it too. Sero is one of the few people you've met in your life that you never felt you needed to put up a front for. Just simply having his presence around eases your anxieties and the time you spend with him is always relaxing. Even on that one night where he had kidnapped you from your dorm and before you knew it, you were shrieking in his arms as he swung the both of you from building to building.
A lovesick smile spreads on Hanta's face and his heart stutters at your bold statement, especially at your use of the endearing name. Although he's done a good job at hiding his nerves thus far, it's a miracle he isn't shaking like a leaf from how you're looking up at him with those doe eyes, the dim lighting reflecting on your face just right. You're the only one who's managed to put a dent in his usual chill and aloof demeanor. You make him feel a way that is so unnatural to him, a way he doubts he's ever felt before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.
He clears his throat to try and shake off the nerves swarming in his stomach and starts to lean into you. Your noses now just barely grazing each other as he slides his hand underneath your ear, his thumb resting on your cheek.
"So... it's ok if I'm this close.?" his breath ghosts your lips as he speaks, his voice dipping to a low and sultry tone, "It's ok if I kiss you, right?" a slight rasp accenting his words.
Your breath catches in your throat and your heart palpitates at the way his voice pleasantly settles in your ears. Heat rises up your neck and you take a deep, shaky breath to try and calm your racing heart, completely unaware that you're making him feel just as flustered.
"Don't tease me," you say in an attempt to sound more assertive, but an unintentional whine laces your voice that undeniably turned Hanta on.
"Hm? I have no idea what you're talking about," he murmurs to your lips.
His are just barely touching yours, taking his time basking in the closeness and reveling in the way you react to his teasing advances.
Annoyed, you grip the back of his neck and shove his face into yours, your noses bumping into each other before your lips crash together. Surprised by your sudden movement, he grunts into your lips, the vibrations sending heat cascading down your spine that settles into the pit of your stomach.
But to your dismay, the kiss ends just as fast as it started as Hanta pulls away from you, leaving the warmth of his lips to be replaced by nothing but cool air. His eyes practically consume you as he slides his hand down to find its place in the small of your back.
"Dammit, y/n. I wanted to initiate that kiss," he grumbles
"You were taking too long.. and I was getting impatient," you grumble back at him, swiping the hair out of Hanta's face.
"Oh, is that so?" he quirks an eyebrow, "Am I just too irresistible? Even for a pretty girl like you?~" he purrs as he pulls you in closer to his body.
You slide your hand up the back of his neck, letting the dark tendrils of hair tangle between your fingers as you place your other hand on his chest, gently pushing it but not enough to actually make him move.
"Shut up," you whisper, the sides of your noses pressing together as you once again grow dangerously close to his lips.
"..Okay..." he whispers before colliding his lips with yours, this time more passionate than the last.
Hanta is holding onto your waist so close, so desperately, that you might as well meld into him. You sigh into each other, any tension from before melting away as Sero leans you into the wall. Overwhelmed by the sensation of having him so close, you pull away from him for air.
Hanta rests his forehead on yours, taking his time to breathe you in, sucking in every detail of this moment despite the fact neither of you can see very well through the poorly lit space. Gently letting go of your waist, his hand travels its way back to your cheek, cupping it in his palm.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that..." he says breathlessly and you hum in agreement.
"I don't think you know how long I've been wanting that," you say, mirroring his words.
"No, no. Impossible. I've definitely wanted you longer," he teases.
"Wh-? Ooooh, so it's a competition now?" you muse.
"I don't know where you could've possibly gotten that from,"
"Uh huh, cus it sounds to me that- wah-!" your cut off midsentence by Hanta gripping the back of your thighs as he hoists you up onto his hips. With your face now hovering above him, your back pressed flush against the wall, his chest presses against yours as he tucks his face underneath your ear.
"We can spend all day arguing over who wanted who first, princesa but... all that matters is that I want you right now~," He murmurs into you. His breath tickles the column of your neck, sending chills down your spine as he starts to gingerly suck on the tender skin under your jaw.
"Sero~" you sigh at the unfamiliar sensation of his lips marking your neck. He gives an amused hum, nipping at your ear lobe before raising his head to look at you. His gaze hungry, yearning for more.
"Call me by my first name, yeah? No need for honorifics anymore," he whispers before diving back into his assault on your neck.
You throw your head back in a daze, running your nails across Hanta's scalp and down his neck causing him to shiver underneath you. The way you lightly tug on his hair sends electricity through his body, encouraging his kisses to get sloppier and gradually starts to swirl his tongue on your sensitive skin. He nips at the collar of your hoodie, tugging it down as far as he can to gain more access to your skin and latches to your collar bone.
You can't help but let out a low moan as your mind goes hazy with how Hanta's lips somehow already know the spots that make you weak. You feel him smile against you, doing the exact same action that got you to make noise and squeezes the plush of your thighs.
"Ay dios mio... tú eres tan hermosa~" ( oh my god... you're so beautiful ) Hanta purrs against you, silk weaving through his voice as he licks the shell of your ear, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
"y tú suenas tan bonita..." ( and you sound so pretty... ) his hot breath brushes the back of your ear, causing you to whimper in response.
You have no idea what he's saying as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear but what you do know is that you don't want him to stop.
You grab his face to pull him away from you. Looking down at him with your eyes half lidded, you lean in and he meets you with a passionate kiss. Your breathing becomes rapid and shaky with the heat of the moment. Hanta softly swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. Parting your lips, granting him wider access to your mouth, Hanta doesn't take a moment's hesitation as he sticks his tongue in. Tongues swirling together, he pushes himself harder against you, sandwiching you between himself and the wall, causing you to let out a muffled moan into his mouth earning one from him in return.
Hanta pulls away from you, surfacing for air as you pant against each other.
"Forgive me for being so bold but... I want to hear more of those noises you make..." he purrs, unintentionally rutting himself up against you.
"Well... maybe you should try a little harder to coax them out of me, hm?" you taunt in his ear, intentionally making yourself sound needy in hopes of riling him up a bit.
"Is that a challenge, love?" he hums and your breath hitches at the way the rasp in his voice sends heat up your neck.
"Only if you want it to be~"
Silently accepting your challenge with a low chuckle, he dives his head into the other side of your neck and starts kissing and sucking sloppily. His sudden change of pace, going from slow and sensual to hungry and passionate makes your head spin. He guides your legs to wrap around his waist and as soon as you got yourself situated, his hands fly to your ass. He squeezes and massages the soft muscle causing a mewl you fall out of your mouth.
But through the haze of your bliss, you're hit by a sudden realization that you're fairly annoyed with would rather not be bothered with right now... Shouldn't your time be up by now..?
"Hah..-Hanta..?" you speak hesitantly, a soft moan mixing with his name.
"Hm~?" he hums against your jaw.
"Don't you think our time should be up by now..?" Hanta raises his head to look at you, a shadow of an emotion you're not familiar with spread on his face. Worry? Disappointment?
"Well, probably not since Denki has yet to come barreling through the door, shrieking at us so... I think we're good on that," He says reassuringly, "Why do you ask? Do you want to leave..? ...Was I being too much?" He worriedly asks, nearly about to go into a nervous ramble.
You hold onto either side of Hanta's face, making him meet your gaze. A soft smile spreading on your face as warmth blooms in your chest from his genuine concern for you, despite how heated things were getting just a moment ago.
"No... no, I don't want to leave and I don't want you to stop. It's just- I-" you stutter on your words, trying to find the right ones to say.
"It just crossed my mind and got worried that Denki might've decided to lock us in together and... get stuck in here..." you admit.
The unreadable expression on his face washes away, being replaced with a soft, love struck expression and he returns your smile.
"There's no need to worry, cariña. ( darling ) He has to let us out sooner or later," giving your upper thighs a reassuring squeeze as he lowers you ever so slightly to make your face more level with his.
He furrows his brow, contemplating whether he should tell you what he knows or not. You look at him, his expression not going unnoticed and you give him a look, silently inquiring his worry.
"What's on your mind, love? You look upset," you ask softly. Hanta sighs loudly, silently cursing to himself before he continues.
"...I have a confession to make," he admits, averting his gaze from you. You look at him in concern, trying to keep your expression neutral before you jump to any conclusions about what he's going to say.
"I, uh- I knew we were gonna get locked in here... I wasn't in on it though..!" he blurts, "I wasn't supposed to know but Denki ended up telling me anyways. I don't know how long but... we're gonna be in here for a while," speaking quickly, he internally winces in preparation for your response.
Hesitantly, Hanta looks at you and is met by your dumbfounded expression. Your eyes wide and you start to laugh, a flurry of emotions you can't decipher rushing in.
"Y/n you're scaring me.. I can't tell what you're thinking," Hanta says, only half joking and you lean your head on his shoulder.
"Haaaa~ I'm going to kill him," You mutter, "I'm 99% sure Mina was in on it too," you groan into Hanta before raising your head back up.
"I'm afraid to ask if your mad at me or not," he says.
You look at him for a second, entertaining the idea of being upset at him but you decide against being petty.
"Hmmm, that has yet to be decided," you reply with a playful tone.
"That's a relief," he chuckles.
"Hey, look on the bright side," Hanta says, trying to change the subject, "You got to spend some time with me... and I got to make out with the cute girl I've been crushing on for a while~" he muses. Your quirk your eyebrow at him, a smile spreading on your face from Hanta's dorky demeanor.
"Mmm, she must be pretty lucky, managing to grab your attention like that," you play along.
A goofy smile tugs at his lips, sighing dreamily.
"Nah, I'd say I'm the lucky one. I never thought in a million years she'd ever feel the same way I do..." He leans his head to rest on yours and Hanta hums contently.
"She sounds pretty awesome," you jest.
"She's amazing..." he trails off and nudges you to lift your head. You look at him, his eyes staring intently into yours and you feel his thumbs brush up and down your thighs, his strong arms still holding you.
"You're amazing," he implores, his dark eyes looking deep within you.
"Hanta..." you whisper, cupping his face in your hand, feeling as if you might cry at how sappy and affectionate he's being.
You, rendered speechless and Hanta with no words left to say, you usher each other into another kiss, this one so many times more meaningful than the others. All the words you could ever say falling into the others' mouth as you exchange yet another passionate kiss. Hanta gently pulls away, not wanting to let go of you but continues to ask a question.
"Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Take your mind off things?" you shake your head in response.
"Just you being here is enough, Hanta," you say, planting a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, "buuuuuut~" you continue, craning your neck to the side, examining the floor to see if there's any room for the two of you.
"Do you think there's enough room for you to sit down..? I wanna sit in your lap," you say. Hanta gives you a wide, mischievous grin before looking side to side, assessing the absolute mess of a closet underneath him.
"I'm sure I can make it work..." he hums, pressing a kiss on your lips before lowering you onto your feet.
Though the closet is narrow, there's just enough room for the two of you. Hanta turns around and eagerly kicks around the junk scattered on the floor. Once he's satisfied with the cleared space, he settles himself on the floor and pats his lap and opens his arms, inviting you in. You smile and make your way to him, sitting yourself between his thighs and you give your hips a teasing wiggle against his crotch as you get comfortable. Hanta clears his throat, trying to choke back the groan threatening to escape his throat from your movements.
"Now... where were we?" he asks in a playful tone.
"Hmmm," you hum, taping your finger on your chin, feigning contemplation before answering, "I think you were in the middle of attacking my neck, if I recall correctly," you conclude with a terrible British accent, reflecting his playful energy. Hanta chuckles, placing his hands above your hips, pulling you in closer to him.
"Ahh, yes, yes. I remember now. Thank you for reminding me, my dear," he teases, his British impression much better than your own and he gives you a sly wink that sends a new swarm of butterflies down your stomach.
You giggle, glad your able to be so comfortable with him, even in intimate moments like this. Hanta leans in and kisses your jaw.
"I love your voice so much, mariposita," ( little butterfly ) he muses, using the pet name he had coined specifically for you.
"I love when you laugh... and when you sing- regardless of whether you think you're good at it or not," he adds, assuming you'll try and retort. He moves his mouth right behind your ear, lightly squeezing your hips and drops his voice to a low husk.
"But I've found I especially love it when I can get you to moan~" he nips your ear lobe and lightly drags his tongue up the edge of your ear, causing you to shudder against his touch.
Hanta gives a low chuckle. You feel the vibrations from his throat in your chest and you lean into him, silently begging him for more. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you in, letting out a long sigh against your lips as the two of you resume where you left off.
Eager to touch him more, you slide your hand in between the two of you and drag your fingers up his torso, his shirt bunching up around your fingers as you do so. He groans at your touch, his mouth opening just enough to allow you to stick your tongue in and swirl around his. He absentmindedly bucks his hips up against you, his mind foggy under the feeling of your magical fingers now caressing down his abdomen, your other hand playing with his dark hair. You take his movement as an invitation to start lightly grinding on him, Hanta's grip on you tightening in response and he pushes you down harder onto him. Groaning at the new pressure, he nips your bottom lip, lightly tugging the plum flesh.
Growing unbearably hot in your hoodie from your bodies rubbing together in such a close space, you stop and pull away from Hanta. You start shrug off your hoodie, revealing the spaghetti strap you're wearing underneath and Hanta looks at you like a deer in headlights. Hanta's face flushes and his pants start to tighten underneath you. With a surge of confidence, you draw out your movements, stretching out farther than you usually would and you hear Hanta swallow hard.
His eyes glued to your frame, unable to rip them off of you. A barely audible "dios mio" falls out of his mouth as he finally brings himself to tear his eyes off of you, his large hand dragging down the bottom half of his face as he throws his head to the side. You, now finished with taking off your hoodie, readjust yourself and look at Hanta as if nothing happened.
"Sorry.. I got hot," you say, feigning innocence.
So many things running through Hanta's mind, so many things he could say, so many things he could do but he bites his tongue, trying to keep himself in check as his eyes wonder, combing you up and down, drinking you in. He normally wouldn't be so affected by seeing you in a tank top, you often wear them in the dorms but this- this is something entirely different.
Hanta places his hands onto your waist and looks you right in the eyes, a certain darkness hidden in his eyes causing heat to pool inside your stomach.
"Yeah, you're really fucking hot...y eso fue realmente sexy..." ( ...and that was really sexy... ) he breaths out.
With an amused hum, you lean into Hanta, your arms sprawled lazily over his shoulders as your lips graze the shell of his ear. Hanta growing hyperaware of the way the plush of your boobs press against his chest. The way your top pulls down ever so slightly, revealing you are in fact not wearing a bra. How your soft breath fans against his neck and the way the smell of your shampoo has his head spinning. He looks away, trying his best to stay respectful. His face flushing a deep red and his breaths ridged as it grows harder and harder for him to keep his mind from cascading down a slew of dirty thoughts as his pants threaten to fully tent underneath you.
"I know~" you coo, your breath ghosting his ear, the low and sultry tone of your voice sending goosebumps cascading down his spine.
That was the thing that sent him flying out of control. Your confidence turning him on to no end, he grips your chin and pulls your face in front of his.
"Tú estas jugando con fuego, chiquita bonita," ( you're playing with fire, pretty girl ) He growls.
You gasp at his sudden aggression. You don't understand a word he's saying but the lust lacing each word sends the heat already pooling in your stomach shooting to your core regardless, making you throb in anticipation. You start grinding on him to try and relieve the tension in your core but it does little to help you. He lets out a brief moan at the sensation of your bodies grinding against each other before shoving your face into his, teeth clashing together as the two of you desperately latch lips.
"Is it ok if I touch you?" Hanta asks, his words muffled against your mouth as he doesn't even bother to pull away to speak.
You mewl into his lips, nodding against him as you grab his hand, placing him right under your boob, granting him permission to roam. He immediately cups your breast, messaging you in his large palm and rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers through the fabric.
Wanting something to do with your hands as well, you rake your fingers down Hanta's chest all the way to the band of his sweats. Hooking your finger around the elastic band, pulling it out the smallest bit before releasing it, hitting his lower abdomen with a muted snap. He grunts at the feeling and lets out a shaky breath.
"Can I touch you down here..?" you inquire against his lips, your fingers dancing dangerously on Hanta's waistband. He grips onto your wrist, tongue still dancing with yours as he presses your palm forcefully on his clothed dick, a choked moan falling out of him as you round your wrist, making you rub his member in circular motions.
"Tú me estas volviendo loco," ( you're driving me crazy ) he groans into your lips, "Te deso tanto que me duele el cuerpo..." ( I want you so bad, my body aches ) he shudders underneath you, his kisses growing hungrier and sloppier as he gets increasingly intoxicated by your motions.
Growing more and more needy by Hanta's enticing voice, you slip your hand underneath his sweats and start palming him through his boxers. Hanta places his hand on the back of your head and shoves your face closer to his, deepening the already heated kiss and moans in your mouth.
But to Hanta's disappointment, you pull away from him. He cranes his neck forward to try and meet your lips again but you gently place a finger on his mouth to keep him from making any more advances. You pull your hand out of his pants and Hanta lets out a barely audible whine at the loss of friction while you trail your hands up to his abdomen under his shirt.
"Can I take it off?" you whisper.
Hanta looks at you, his dark eyes blown with lust as he gives you a mischievous smile.
"Of course, princesa," he purrs.
You give a content hum as you tug at his baggy shirt. Hanta helps you by lifting his arms as you slip it off of him and looks at you with admiration once you shrug it off. You run your fingers down his now bare chest, admiring his toned muscles underneath you.
"You like what you see, pretty girl?" he muses, his eyebrows raised suggestively in an attempt to tease you. You hum in response and kiss his neck.
"I think you're very handsome~" you hum softly into him and you feel his heart rate spike as your chest rests against his.
"Geez, y/n you're gonna make me blush," he says only mildly flustered.
Amused by his reaction to your compliment, knowing he's not very used to being on the receiving end of them, you continue, sliding both hands to rest behind his neck and you lift your head to look at him.
"But I mean it..." You coo, toying with the dark strands of hair on the nape of his neck, leaving Hanta as nothing but putty in your hands.
With his eyes half lidded, looking at you as if you're made of gold, he pulls you in for another kiss. Wasting no time, he sticks his tongue in your mouth, hungry for more of you. But before you could do anything more, you hear the closet door swing open.
"Surprise shawties!!! AHHHH-" you hear a dreadfully familiar voice drilling through the romantic atmosphere.
Incredibly startled and practically jumping out of your own skins, you and Hanta whip your heads to the door. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest instinctually as if to shield you, even though he's the only one shirtless.
"DENKI THAT'S WHY I SAID TO KNOCK, ROCKS FOR BRAINS," you hear Mina yell behind the door.
"What the hell Denki!?!?" you yell, your head still turned to the door and though you can't see it, you can feel Hanta giving a scary glare at Denki. Denki's face is flushed red and Mina stomps over and shoves him out of the way .
"I'm so sorry," she exasperates, "y'all continue and come out when you're ready," she finishes, waving her hand at you two without looking, in fear of seeing something she'd regret. Though, there wasn't much to see. Denki's just dramatic.
"There's no one in the room by the way! It's just us," she adds as she closes the closet door.
You sit up and look at Hanta, his arms still not leaving your waist and you see an infuriated look on his face you are not familiar with at all. His eyes meet yours and you can't help but laugh. Laugh at Denki's ridiculous personality, laugh at how Sero look genuinely pissed and just laugh at the overall situation you've been in this whole time. Hanta's hard expression quickly melts away at your giggles and despite him trying to fight it off, he starts laughing along.
"God, he's such a fucking idiot," Hanta says through giggles and laughs and you hum in agreement. You cup his face in your hand and give him a sweet kiss on the cheek.
"We should probably leave," you murmur under a giggle and Hanta groans at your words.
"Yeahhh but I don't wanna deal with Denki," He sighs, resting his forehead on yours and you agree. You two sit in silence for a moment, doing nothing but enjoying each others' presence as you think of what snarky comment Denki might have instore for you when you get out.
"Sooo... we'll continue this in my dorm?" Hanta muses, breaking the comfortable silence adn you giggle in response.
"Pfff, yeah... Yeah I'd think I'd like that," you hum in response as Hanta grabs your face to pull you into a gentle kiss, chuckling a bit against your lips.
.・゜゜・・゜゜・..・゜゜・・゜
𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩
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Terrigenisis (Part 3)
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Pairing: Avengers X Inhuman!Reader
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Summary: Your life is torn apart after undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to civilian life. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild your life.
Part 1  / Part 2 
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Before you leave for training the next morning, FRIDAY asks you to meet Steve in the conference room. You walk in the room to see him going through some paperwork. 
“Hey. Good Morning.” You smile at him. 
“Morning.” He smiles back at you. “I’ve been working through your evaluation for field work. Can you sit with me for a few minutes?”
“Absolutely!” You are excited that he is working on some goals for you. You sit and he goes through each part of the eval. Technically, you’re field ready in every area except one. Firearms. Apparently, your aim has not improved enough according to Bucky. You are proficient enough with handguns, but using larger weapons throws your aim. 
"I'm sorry. We can't put you in the field, yet." Steve frowns.
"No, this is great, Steve. This is what I need to know. Now, I have a goal and I know an excellent teacher." You smile at Steve.  
"Bucky will keep working with you. He says your handgun skills are great. Your hand to hand is excellent. Just a matter of time, Doll. Uh, Agent, I mean, Y/N." Steve puts a hand on his face and takes a deep breath. 
You giggle. You can’t help yourself. “It’s okay, Steve.”
“I didn’t mean to call you doll.” Steve says.
“Really, Steve, it’s okay. I didn’t think anything of it.”
“Thanks.” Steve stands and you follow his lead. 
"Well, back to training, then." You smile.
"Right." He smiles back.
You give him a quick side hug and head to the training room.
 --
The team went on another mission and you were left alone on the compound again. As you are training with Redtail one day you really take notice of her sight. The colors and distance she perceives is incredible and so different from your own vision. You carry the information with you as you go through your routine. While in the range you make an incredible discovery and you can't wait to tell Steve and Bucky. 
The team returns and you are giddy with excitement. You temper yourself and make a huge dinner for everyone knowing how exhausted they are when they return from long missions like this one. That night as you head to your room after cleaning up the kitchen, you hear Bucky’s voice coming from Steve’s room. A low moan and the whisper of Steve’s name. You freeze in place when you realize what is going on between the two. You pull yourself out of your stupor and grope for your headphones as you continue to your room. It takes you a few minutes to truly wrap your mind around the relationship between the two men. You had absolutely no issue with their relationship, but it was obviously not common knowledge. Or at least not a topic of discussion among the team. 
It actually made you feel a little more comfortable. You firmly believed the two to be out of your league, but comments from Sam and Wanda had made you question if one or both had an attraction to you. It put into perspective, also, why Steve felt the need to clarify why he had called you doll the other day. He clearly did not want you reading anything into it. It was sweet really. The two falling in love with each other after being the only thing still tethering them to their pasts. You were happy for them. 
--
The next morning, the team immediately fell back into their routine. You were excited when Bucky entered the range and Steve followed with him as you had asked FRIDAY to request his presence. 
“Thank you for coming, Steve. I want to show you both something.” You smile at both. You had already set up for the demonstration you had planned and handed them each safety gear before you started shooting. Picking up one handgun you hold it in your dominant hand and shoot center mass. Without a break, you grab the second gun with your non-dominant hand and aim for headshots. You set both guns down and press the button to bring the target up for inspection. You look back and see both men’s brows furrowed as they stare at the target. Center mass is a perfect cluster of shots forming a small hole, as are the headshots. 
“How did you do that?” Bucky asks. 
“Now watch.” You pick up Bucky’s favorite gun that normally throws your aim considerably due to the sheer size and velocity of the weapon. Moving to the second target you shoot and again bring the target up to reveal a dead center grouping. 
“Doll! How did you do that?” Bucky says emphatically. 
You set the gun down and remove your safety gear. “I was working with Redtail the other day and I noticed how sharp her eyesight is. It got me to thinking if I could somehow use it to my advantage on the range when shooting. I spent the next couple of days trying to hone in on the distance sight when shooting and it just worked. It’s like I can see through her eyes even though I’m not warging. Can you imagine what this means? I think it’s just like my ability to comprehend vocal communication. I think I might be able to absorb their abilities. I don’t know if it was because of my long term exposure to her or what, but this could mean so many things if I could learn to do the same with other animals and senses. If I can hone my hearing and sense of smell it would make me even more useful.” Your words are tumbling out in your excitement. 
“Whoa, whoa. Hang on.” Steve rubs a hand over his face. 
“Did I say something wrong? Isn’t… isn’t this a good thing?” You ask nervously. 
“No, yes, no, ugh. Nothing’s wrong. Let’s just go over all of it again. Slowly.” Steve says. 
You start over from the beginning, explaining each step you took to get to your conclusion, and how it affected you. Bucky and Steve asked several questions and you answered as well as you could. When you're done you look between the two nervously. Their expressions gave nothing away. 
"I have to report this to Fury. We need to update your file and do some work with you to see if this skill is something you can adapt to well. Bucky, work with her with every gun. See if her aim crosses over for all of them."
"It does. Also, throwing knives and bow and arrow. I tried everything while you guys were on the mission. But, I'm happy to go through it all again." You say.
"Thorough.' Bucky smirks.
"I'm a planner." You wink at him and smile.
"Go through it all again with Bucky," Steve turns to Bucky, "and I want a full report after." 
Bucky nods and Steve turns to leave.
"Steve. One more thing. I found a dog I'd like to adopt. She's 3 years old and fully trained. I'll pay for her myself but I'd like to have her to work with." You fidget as Steve looks at you with raised eyebrows. 
"You really have been busy. I'll check into it." Steve says with an indulgent smile on his face. "Find me this afternoon and we'll talk."
"Okay, thanks." You turn to Bucky with a grin. "Ready when you are." You bounce on the balls of your feet with anticipation.
Bucky smiles as he starts pulling weapons.
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"FRIDAY, where's Steve?" You ask that afternoon.
"Captain Rogers is in his room." FRIDAY responds.
"Is he alone?" You ask hesitantly.
"Yes." 
You knock on Steve's door a minute later and smile as he opens it. He's wearing a tight t-shirt and sweatpants making him look ready for a run. 
"Hey. Is now a good time?" You ask. 
"Sure. Are you okay if we talk in here?" He smiles and holds his door open for you. 
"Sure." You echo him as you walk in. 
He pulls out his desk chair for you and then sits on his bed. He looks at you and you look at him and there’s an awkward silence. Both of you waiting for the other to begin
“So, um, you said we’d talk?” You fidget. 
“Right. Tell me about the dog.” Steve says.
“Her name is Dizzy. She’s a three year old Belgian Malinois. Fully trained. I met her two days ago and she handled the warg very well. Highly intelligent. She’s perfect for training and a total sweetheart. What do you think?” 
“Dizzy?” Steve chuckles.
“Yeah. Her litter was named after characters from Starship Troopers. It’s a really campy space war movie.” You smile. 
“Haven’t seen it. I talked to Tony. He’s okay with the dog since it’s for training purposes. Get the rest of the team’s consent and we can give it a test run.” Steve says.
“Great. Thank you!” You jump up and give Steve a hug. 
“You’re welcome, Doll.” Steve says. “I mean…”
“Steve. Really, it’s fine. It’s cute actually.”
“You like being called doll?” He asks. 
“Yeah. It’s sweet.” You smile. “I’m not offended by it or anything.”
“I’m glad. You’re a sweetheart.” 
“So, are you.” You hug Steve’s waist again and head to the door. “I’ll see you later. I’m going to talk to everyone.”
“See ya later, Doll.” Steve chuckles.
You make the rounds to your teammates and receive consent from each of them. You are giddy with anticipation and call the owner to make arrangements to get Dizzy. As you're getting off the phone you hear a voice from behind, “Hey Doll.”
You turn to see Bucky. “Hey. Did Steve tell you to call me that?”
“He might have mentioned that you like it.” Bucky chuckles as he sits next to you on the couch. 
“It’s cute.” You smile. 
“You’re cute.” Bucky smiles back.
You laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. You feel much more free and easy with Steve and Bucky since learning of their relationship. You wish you could tell them you knew but you didn't want to force a confindance. “You two are goof troops.” 
“What does that mean?” 
“Silly and sweet.” You grin.
“Nah. He’s a punk and I’m a jerk.” Bucky says.
“You are not a jerk, Bucky! You are a sweetie!” You laugh. 
“Aww, thanks, Doll.” Bucky leans over and kisses your cheek. 
“See! So sweet!” You squish Bucky’s cheeks in your hands and then dissolve into giggles at the silly face he mugs.
“What are you two doing?” Natasha asks as she enters the common room with Wanda, Clint, and Vision on her heels. 
“Just being silly.” You say. “What are you guys up to?” You catch the glance and smirk exchanged between Nat, Wanda, and Clint and roll your eyes at them. 
“Just looking for some food.” Clint says.
“When are you not, Clint?” Natasha jokes. 
“When I’m watching your six.” Clint snarks.
“Wanda, I can pick up Dizzy tomorrow. Want to go with me?” You ask.
“I can’t! I’m sorry.” Wanda frowns. 
“No worries.” You say.
“I’ll go with you, Doll.” Bucky says. 
“It’s an hour drive.” You want him to know what he’s getting into. 
“I don’t mind.” Bucky smiles.
“Great! I’m leaving at 9.”
“I’ll be ready.” Bucky says and gets up to leave.
You join the others in the kitchen and chat for a while. 
“You and Bucky looked cozy.” Clint says.
“Don’t read anything into it.” You shake your head.
“I’m reading plenty.” Clint says. 
“Stop. He’s my mentor and friend.” You say.
“Yeah, you two seem really friendly.” Natasha says.
“Seriously, guys, it’s not like that. Stop.” You say quietly.
“Okay, okay. But don't dismiss it outright. You two would be good for each other.” Wanda winks at you. 
“Uuugh.” You close your eyes and bang your head on the counter. “I’ll see you guys later.” 
“You’ll definitely see Bucky later.” Clint whispers.
“I can hear you, Legolas!” You call back. 
“I meant for you to.” Clint whispers again, chuckling.
--
The next morning you and Bucky leave from the shooting range to get Dizzy. You are so excited you can barely contain yourself. 
"Why don't I drive, Doll?" Bucky says.
"Only if I get to pick the music." You smile.
"Just no more disco." Bucky grouses.
"Oh, come on, Buck. You don't want to 'Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake. Shake your booty'" You sing and dance around. 
"Maybe if you keep dancing." He winks.
"That's a little difficult in the car. How about some rock?" You say and Bucky nods.
"Are you gonna keep the name Dizzy?" Bucky asks.
"Yeah, I think it's cute. Plus I like the movie. It's hilarious."
"We'll have to put it on the list for movie night." 
The drive takes less than an hour with Bucky at the wheel. When you arrive the woman seems a bit wary of Bucky but she relaxes when she sees Dizzy's reaction. Dizzy immediately runs to you and then sniffs Bucky before practically jumping in his arms. You are laughing as Bucky kneels down to play with her. His wide smile and low voice with the dog is endearing. 
"Well, she certainly likes your boyfriend." The woman says. 
You chuckle at the woman's assumption but decide it's not worth the energy to explain. 
"I'm glad Dizzy likes me, too. Huh, girl?" He ruffles the dogs head before standing. Dizzy moves to stand at his side. 
You conclude business with the woman and leash Dizzy before heading to the car. Once inside, you turn to Bucky and laughingly say, "Did you steal my dog already?"
"What can I say? I have a way with women." Bucky chuckles. Dizzy tilts her head and lets out a little whine at the noise.
"Chill, girl, you'll see him around plenty." You reach back to pet her head. "You're gonna have lots of friends." You say.
"Have you had a dog before?" Bucky asks. 
"Charlie had a pit named Brutus. He was a big baby." 
"Where is he now?" Bucky asks.
"He crossed the rainbow bridge about six months before Charlie. We were just starting to talk about getting another dog." You look at your hands suddenly feeling the sadness and loss all over again. "Sorry." You say softly.
"It's okay, Doll."
"It just hits me sometimes that he's really gone."
"Grief is a process. You always feel the loss of those you love. He was a good guy, huh?"
"Yeah. He was. You and Steve remind me of him sometimes. He was an Army Ranger. Served three tours. Did I ever tell you that?"
"No." Bucky gives you a sideways glance.
"He had just discharged when I met him. Still adjusting to being back in civilian life. It took him awhile but he did it. He was brave and smart and really, really loving." Your voice breaks. 
Bucky reaches out and takes your hand. "I'm so sorry you lost him, Doll, but I'm glad he was good to you. You deserved that."
"Thanks, Bucky." You hold hands for the remainder of the trip and your melancholy slips away the closer you get to the compound. "Okay Dizzy, ready to see your new home and meet the rest of the family?" 
Dizzy's ears perk up and her tail wags. You and Bucky take her around the compound. Dizzy is very well-behaved and everyone seems to take a liking to her. When you introduce her to Steve she reacts in much the same way she did with Bucky. Practically rolling over for him. You are elated at how Dizzy and the team seem to immediately bond. 
That evening as you are bringing her back from a walk when you overhear Bucky in Steve's room, "Did you know he was an Army Ranger?"
"No. I don't remember her ever mentioning it." Steve says. "She was crying?"
"No, just sad." Bucky says. 
Dizzy obviously hears their voices too and swivels her head. "Wanna check in with the guys before bed, Dizzy?"
You knock on the door and smile when Steve opens it. "Hey. We heard you guys still up and Dizzy wanted to check in before bed."
“Hey Diz.” Steve pets the dogs head. “How, uh, how much did you hear?”
“Um, Bucky telling you Charlie was an Army Ranger. That was really it.” You shrug. 
“Can you hear me a lot?” Steve asks.
“I usually have my headphones or earplugs in. I try to be respectful of everyone’s privacy.” You say. 
“I know. I just forget how good your hearing is sometimes. You okay? This jerk didn’t upset you today?” Steve smirks as he gestures to Bucky. 
“Watch it, Punk.” Bucky grouses. 
“I’m fine. Like I told Bucky, it just hits me sometimes. I mean, I know Charlie’s gone. I’ve come to terms with that. It’s just sometimes… I’m sorry. You guys probably know better than anyone.”
“Doesn’t make it easier for you. If you ever need anything, we’re here for you.” Steve says. 
“Both of us.” Bucky says. 
“Thank you. I’m really glad to have you both as friends.” You smile. 
“Who’s a good girl?” You hear from Bucky a minute later.
“She is!” You smile at Bucky who is on the floor with Dizzy practically in his lap. Dizzy’s tongue lolls out of her mouth as Bucky scratches her ears. “Alright, Dizzy, let’s let the guys get some sleep. Come on, girl. Night guys.”
“Night, Doll.” Bucky says.
Part 4
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shleepys · 5 years ago
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AYYYY I hope you all were safe over the holidays and continue to stay safe over these next few months! Right now my state is dealing with record high covid numbers and a bunch of snow, might be different for you guys but hey, even though we're kicking off the start of a new year we still have to be aware of what's been going on and continue to push through it. But yeah!
We can finally reveal for the @harringroveholidayexchange, so I hope you enjoy what I made for the amazing @catharrington! I don't know how everyone else is formatting theirs if they did fic and art but I'm going to put both here! 💕
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Overlooked
prompt! - I’ve always loved the differences in the two boys while growing up, I imagine Steve having huge Christmas parties with champagne flutes and the works and Billy being invited and happy to spend time with Steve, he really is!, it’s just a lot he isn’t used to. All up to author interpretations: make as fluffy or angsty as you want ;)
summary! - Steve forgets they were supposed to hang out elsewhere while his parents threw their annual Christmas party and agrees to stay.
Luckily, Billy doesn’t mind!
The only problem is, they don’t get to hang out... and Billy starts to feel overlooked.
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Billy couldn’t be more out of place.
Parties were his thing, don’t get that wrong. He could get drunk, smoke, fuck, do whatever and if Steve was with him, only then it was infinitely better. 
But this wasn’t a party. Not the party he knew. It felt more like a corporate gathering or a birthday for someone he didn’t know and he only ended up on the list because his boyfriend’s involved. Which wouldn’t be a problem if everyone around him wasn’t two to three times his age and he actually got to hang out with said boyfriend. 
But it’s fine. It’s been fine so far.
Crystal champagne flutes and ugly holiday sweaters just aren’t necessarily Billy’s forte. He can’t fathom how much Steve’s parents spent on this party alone and can only bet that it cost more than the monthly payment for the house on Cherry Road. Not that he has much resentment towards what Steve’s parents do with their money but it just seems… unnecessary. 
He takes a sip from his flute, rustling the jacket resting on his lap before leaning further into the sofa to try and wait this out despite already being here for what seems like hours. Billy gradually looks up again and stares into the other room where he can see Steve and his parents.
He can’t see their faces, but he can see Steve’s. Their backs are turned to him - Steve’s off to the side - they’re merely silhouettes so he can’t tell if his parents are just being gregarious or snobby. Then again, neither of them really talk about their parents so Billy has no clue.
Billy watches as a couple leaves, the discomfort continues to overrule Steve’s face as suddenly another appears and the cycle starts over again for what seems about the hundredth time. He huffs, kicking the shagged carpet beneath him before lowly cursing himself out. Should he have reminded him what they were going to do tonight? Or would Steve have rather stayed here? 
He can’t tell whether or not Steve’s just over some of the pretentious attitudes and comments he’s overheard in the past hour or that he’s trying to break the chain and get over to him so they can do something together. He could always get drunk and wait for Steve to get done, he knows where the brunette keeps a bottle of scotch that he stole from his dad’s liquor cabinet in the office. 
He blinks, lips sucked in to form a seal as he thinks. “Should I go home?” Billy whispers, soft and hurt. There’s not really a point in staying and maybe he can see if Jonathan has anything new to smoke. Deep, contemplative breath.
Billy stands up and discards his glass on the side table next to him before throwing on his coat and grabbing his scarf. Everything from then to going outside flashed by like a blur, nothing of importance really stricken in his mind other than colored sweaters and the sheen of champagne glasses hitting his eye. His breath is almost heavy as he opens the door and a wave of ice rushes over him. It bites at his nose, almost makes him want to itch it but he ventures out regardless. Billy slowly closes it behind him.
Billy sighed softly, eyes falling to the ground. It’s been snowing all day. Coming and going with the wind and dusting every road, house, and tree with freckles of white. Granted, everything was coated before it got too dark and hopefully, the roads weren’t iced over for any of the poor drunks inside. Steam rolled from his mouth as he exhaled before taking a deep breath. Billy threw the end of his scarf over his shoulder and looked out where his car should be, a somber smile passing his lips but twisting into a frown. Steve told him he could park where his family parks.
His feet felt like they were superglued to the deck, that, or like boulders had been tied to the ends of them. Billy bit his bottom lip and fidgeted with his coat pockets, sort of kicked the snow from under him.
He swallowed hastily, a lump bouncing in his throat as he looked out again. Couldn’t pinpoint the emotion to anything else but a pang of burning guilt. Maybe he should have just gone up to him, shouldn’t have made a big deal out of feeling left out, taken him away from his parents so they could go upstairs or leave.
Someone jerked open the sliding doors. Light poured from the inside, Billy twisted around to identify the backlit figure expecting a drunk only to find a breathless, seemingly worried Steve. Billy wanted to furrow his brows and walk off into the snow where he knew damn well Steve wouldn’t go into with house shoes on, but for some reason, he stayed put. Watches as Steve shuts the door behind him and rubs at his arm.
“What are you doing out here?”
Billy doesn’t respond.
Steve seems to catch on, and their eyes lock. 
There have been times when Billy goes outside during a party to catch his breath, maybe sneak around back to talk to Steve about one thing or another, maybe drunkenly make out and hope no one was watching or Tommy had their back. But they hadn’t been to a party for a long while, not since September. And, Billy doesn’t just bring his car keys with him to ‘catch his breath’.
Billy broke contact with a sharp ‘huh’. “Did you forget about me?"
“What? No! Why would you think that?” Steve shuddered, pulling his hands into his sleeves.
Billy looked back up with dagger-like eyes, “Because it seems an awfully lot like you did.”
“Well, I didn’t.”
He could bite back, the very opportunity hanging in front of his nose. But he didn’t. Instead, a familiar quiver caught his lip. Lingering feelings creeping up and forcing his hand to itch at his pocket. Billy shook his head, eyes falling to the ground. 
Steve frowned, aware of the events to follow. He’s known the other long enough to recognize the outline of Marlboros in any pocket. Deep down wishes there was some other habit Billy bid in, but that’s a matter of discussion that needs to be saved for later.
Eventually, the pack came out. Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched Billy, his lighter flaring until the end emitted a pale red before shakily tucking it away. He shook his head again slow and somber like. 
“I’m sorry.” Billy started, hands moving along with his words. “And it’s not that I don’t want to be here. You’re just,” he sighed, “busy.”
Steve’s lips sealed tightly at the comment. He saw the discomfort present in the other’s sentences, could feel guilt churn in the pit of his stomach. Thing is Steve wasn’t the slightest bit spiteful, he was pissed at himself for not taking action to check up on the other. Not considering bringing another friend with them in case something like this happened. He’s upset because they were supposed to do something together tonight besides this but he forgot and agreed to be here. Steve watched him take a drag, self-spite running through his veins. 
The corners of Steve’s eyes pinched, his throat tightening as he spoke, “No, I’m sorry! This sucks, this whole thing has sucked. I stressed myself out over decorating for the party and was so excited to hang out! I didn’t mean to agree but I forgot! And mom and dad keep introducing me to people. I- I wanted to spend time with you! I didn’t want to be here!” Steve took a step forward before shaky inhale. “This is my fault, this shouldn’t have happened.”
The next few seconds were the two boys staring at one another, each waiting on the other to say something. Billy was at a loss. Steve had a million thoughts streaming through his mind, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t just turn away and leave. 
Eventually, Billy glanced at the door, peering through to check if the blinds were shut as a faint smile appeared. Billy’s lips pressed against Steve’s before he could protest, his hand meeting to cup the brunette’s jaw and brush over the apple of his cheek with his calloused thumb and cigarette in the other. Steve’s tears wetted his cheeks, he didn’t mind it all that much. The shock melted into comfort as Steve cherished the kiss, pouted when Billy slowly pulled away from him. The slight tinge of champagne lingering on the other’s lips, the heat of their bodies giving them a little warmth.
Billy craned his head - albeit Steve was taller - until their foreheads met. 
“Don’t apologize. I get it.” Billy whispered. Steve gave a small, dismissive ‘huff’.
“My boyfriend should come before a stupid party. I should have told them otherwise.” 
Billy shook his head. “The party’s nice. You beat yourself up too much over this kind of stuff, I forget things too. Remember the creek?” 
Steve giggled, lips twisting into a smile. “In July when you were supposed to meet me there and didn’t show up? And I stayed there all night?”
Billy frowned as he thought into it, the bitter call at one in the morning that turned into a week of not talking to one another. It ended nicely though - if ‘nice’ was drunk car sex in the middle of the woods. There wasn’t much of an apology there but hey, they’re still trying to work on things and figure out how exactly relationships work because they aren’t exactly a sixty-year-old couple with forty years of experience behind the boy’s backs.
“I still owe you for that. Sorry.” His eyes fell to the deck as he pulled his head away, bumping his cigarette against his finger and watching the ash fall.
After Steve noticed the shift he got quiet, frowned, and eyes followed Billy’s to the wooden boards below. “Don’t apologize,” Steve echoed with a light smile. Gently Steve grabbed Billy’s scarf and drew him in for a slower, deeper kiss. 
People forget things, that’s human nature. And sometimes they can be a bit dumb about it too. But this was going to be the boy’s first Christmas, granted it wasn’t exactly Christmas yet, but it was important to them both. Spending time with a significant other on a holiday was amazing even if they can’t shout it out to everyone they know. 
These moments always have a sort of energy to them. When the boys share a wordless amalgamation of self-deprecating thoughts after ‘messing something up’ and those little habits come out to bite to express those thoughts oh so clearly.  It’s a ball of weird energy that shines in self-hate that the two have been working to eliminate and hey, they’ve gotten pretty far! But, it’s still there. Smiling in the corner of the boy’s minds. Ready to strike at any moment. It’s just a lot smaller now. 
Because again, don’t have the forty years and that’s perfectly valid even if the two don’t seem to realize it.
Billy leaned into the sweet kiss before Steve drew back. Billy chuckled and wrapped his arms around the other as he tucked his face into Steve’s neck. Steve shook again, this time cuddling up to the other and ravishing in the heat and short breaths coming out of them both.
“I wanna go inside,” Steve mumbled, rubbing at the other’s back.
Billy laughed and slowly pulled away to look at Steve. “Too cold?” 
“I’m in a sweater and sweatpants,” Steve pulled on his scarf again and toyed with the frayed ends. The grin Billy responded with brimmed with bliss, his hand roaming up and held the other’s with a firm hold,
“I’ll meet you inside.”
Steve had ventured back into the party while Billy snuffed his cigarette into the deck, eventually, the two found one another next to the food Steve’s parents had catered instead of cooking this year. Only thing that wasn’t in foil baking trays was the Christmas cookies that Billy had been dying to try ever since Steve brought them up at the beginning of December. Drinks clattered in group cheers from the surrounding areas, the smooth music now bearable. He never expected that a party this foreign to him would turn out for the better. Never thought he would feel… like a part of it? The crystal flutes, richies, and overall appeal still don’t rock with him, but with Steve, he has someone there for him. And that’s all Billy could ever ask for.
Thankfully, he didn’t feel like he was going to projectile vomit champagne anymore… the nausea sort of faded after Steve kissed him outside. Billy turned to Steve, noting the rosy shade still dancing on the apples of his cheeks from outside.
“Your sweater isn’t that ugly,” Billy emphasized, chewing on an ornament-shaped cookie.
Steve shook his head with an amused sigh, sweeping the crumbs from his shirt. “This isn’t that kind of party, if it was I would’ve had you help me make one.”
“Are you sure? Because I don’t think Karen from Fiance got the memo.” Billy pointed into the crowd at the woman in question. Her sweater took the cake for one of the ugliest, tensile hangs from her torso, lights strung all over, buttons on the brink of falling off. “You think she beats her kids over the head with a bible?” Steve rolled his eyes. Billy smirked at the little glare he’d received. “You should have pulled out your grandmother’s cat vests.” 
Steve gagged, eyes wide and ridden with disgust. “Keep talking and you’re going to make me throw up. I never want to see those again.” Billy snorts and Steve shoves him with a laugh, “It’s not funny!”
“But you’re laughing!” Billy remarks and lightly bumps him back returning the bubbling laughter.
A woman seems to overhear their laughs and spins around with the biggest and brightest grin Billy’s ever seen. It kind of startled him. Doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t care to know until he recognizes the cat vest and how familiar those brown, round doe eyes are. She runs up to them, curls bouncing on her shoulders as she approaches with a drink in hand. Mrs. Harrington gasped, grabbing onto Steve’s sweater with eyes darting between both boys, “Is this Billy?”
Steve smirks and rolls his eyes again. “Hi, Mom. I’m back Mom.” She lightly wacks him in the arm. “Yes! This is Billy.”
Her eyes lit up, dazzled with happiness as she stuck her attention on the blonde as he snuck another cookie in his mouth. “Steve talks about you all the time!”
“What? No, I don’t!” Steve’s eyebrows knit together as he tried to defend himself but deep down knew there was no hope, especially after Billy gave him that smug but appreciative little look as his mom went on her story-telling rampage. 
Billy laughs, almost in disbelief, “Really?”
“He talks about all of his friends, really. But, oh! When it comes to you he goes on and on and on, he really thinks you’re something.” Billy watched as the tips of Steve’s ears tinted themselves red and smirked. An interesting conversation for later. “I’m so upset that I haven’t been able to meet you until now! You two are always out or asleep by the time I get home.”
Billy’s brows quirked in an expression of sarcasm. “Well, thank you for not waking me up at two in the morning to introduce yourself.”
Mrs. Harrington chuckled, shaking her head before putting her hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m going to go get another drink. Oh, and Billy!” She paused and made eye contact, “If you want to come over for Christmas, you’re more than welcome too! Just tell Steve so I know.”
Billy’s brows flew upwards, blush rising and Steve picking it up instantly. She waved goodbye before walking around them and going off on her journey into another room. The boys stared again, each waiting on the other to say something until the brunette spoke up.
"She likes you," Steve muttered, ears still red as ever.
"You talk about me to her? I think that's cute."
He huffed. Had to stop himself from leaning against the other to hide his face. "Mom likes knowing what friends are up to."
Billy loosely smiled, slowly bumping into Steve with his hip before getting a light bump back. “You look a lot like her.” Steve shook his head.
“Not as much as my dad,” Steve turned to see if he was there and frowned when he didn’t see the other but slowly faded into a smile. “I don’t know where he is, he would have loved to meet you.”
The boys got quiet again.
Billy cleared his throat, his head tilted down as if to duck away to hide his blush and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. “About coming over for Christmas-” 
“I want you to.” He softly tugged on his jacket to get his attention. Eventually, Billy made eye contact, grinned with a chuckle following behind. Christmas with Steve? His caring boyfriend, twenty million cookies, a few possible presents, and… some loving parents? 
Billy couldn’t be happier.
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