#how i would recognize her in an instant if i passed her on the street from the spotify profile alone and how i absolutely know she wouldnt

[etchedstars]

spotify friend activity making me so emotional rn .... hello online friend who i havent talked to in 3 months. i hope youre well and youre enjoying your sad emotional tuesday evening daylist

[nhlclover]

drunken | rutger mcgroarty

summary: after going over your limit, your boyfriend has to come and pick you up.

request: yes / no

warnings: drinking, teensy tiny bit of angst

a/n: wrote this instead of studying for my exams... also I'm testing out writing from a different pov not sure how i feel about it

word count: 0.9k

The night started with a promise to yourself that you would stick to your limit of at most four shots and a beer or two. However, with the excitement of it being your friend's birthday and free drinks coming left and right, you had well exceeded that limit.

At 1 am Camilla, the most sober of your group, decided that you guys should go home and get a head start on sobering up. She dragged you and your other drunk friends outside, planting you on the curb. Camilla grabbed your phone, calling your top contact.

Rutger was awoken by his phone ringing from the nightstand, his screen illuminating the whole room. He looked at it, seeing your contact photo on the screen. He pressed the answer button, only for his ear to be filled with shrieks and laughter, followed by a scolding voice.

“Hello?” He asks.

“Rutger?” A voice asked.

Rutger furrowed his brows at the unfamiliar voice coming in the place of what should’ve been his girlfriend’s. “Who’s this?” He asked.

“It’s Camilla!” She shouts. Rutger connects the dots, now recognizing the voice of your friend. “Don’t worry, y/n is fine she just — bitch I told you to sit on the curb we are not going back in the bar!”

Rutger chuckles to himself, knowing she was probably yelling at you. “Sorry, um she just had a little too much to drink and she was supposed to take an Uber home but I don’t want to send her alone. Is there any way you could come and get her?” Camilla asked.

Rutger was out of bed in an instant. “Yeah of course. Can you guys stay with her till I get there?” He asked. Camilla says of course, as Rutger pulls up the location of your phone.

15 minutes later, Rutger’s familiar car is pulling up next to the curb in front of you. He hops out of the car, seeing you sitting next to one of your friends, your head resting on her shoulder. When you spot him, your head shoots up and you scramble to your feet.

“Hey babe.” He chuckles, catching you as you step off the curb.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask, your words slurring together.

“I’m gonna drive you home.” He says. Rutger spots your heels and purse on the ground, grabbing them as you were about to forget them. “Babe, can you put your heels on I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You keep trying to walk to the car, despite your lack of shoes. Rutger grabs a hold of your waist, picking you up off the ground. You squeal, gripping his shoulder and kicking your feet. “Y/n, baby, stop squirming.” Rutger said, tightening his grip on your hips.

“Byeeeeee!” You shout over his shoulder to your friends who await their own Uber.

Rutger opens the passenger door, placing you in his passenger seat and handing you your belongings. He thanks your friends before climbing in the driver's seat and pulling onto the street. You crank the volume of the radio, The Weeknd filling the car and rattling the base. Glancing over at your boyfriend, you looked at him adoringly. His face was briefly illuminated by passing cars and streetlamps.

“God you’re so pretty!” You shout over the music. “I am so so so in love with you.”

He chuckles, shaking his head at your drunk rambling.

“I think we should just go to Vegas and get married, right now.” You suggest. Rutger looks over at your face, which indicates that you’re serious, causing him to let out a loud laugh. “Rut, I’m serious.”

“I think that you're really drunk right now and I don't think you're going to remember any of this.” He says.

“I'm not drunk.” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “You're just super blurry right now.”

He laughs once more, causing you to laugh as well. A few minutes later, you guys pull into the driveway, Rutger getting out immediately to come to help you inside the house. He grabbed your shoes and your purse, taking you by the hand and walking inside.

“Let’s go get ready for bed, hm?” Rutger suggests.

As soon as you get into your bedroom, you flop down on the bed. Rutger grabs you a t-shirt from his drawer and some sweatshorts, urging you to change into them.

“Did I tell you how much I love you?” You ask him, taking the clothes.

“You did.” He nods.

Rutger helps you out of your mini-skirt and out of your mesh top. He slips his shirt over your head, a bit of makeup rubbing off on the hem, and helps you step into the shorts. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, albeit a sloppy one due to your drunken state. He pulls away a little quicker than normal, putting you on your side of the bed.

You frown at this. “Am I annoying you?” You ask him.

He turns to you a small smile on his face. “Not at all, baby.” He says, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Are you sure?”

“100%.” He reassures you, climbing into his side of the bed. He removes his glasses and puts them on his side table

“I feel like I’m being annoying though.” You frown, pulling your knees into your chest. “Are you sure I’m not annoying you?”

“If you keep asking I’m going to get annoyed real fast.” Rutger said under his breath, but loud enough that you heard it.

Small tears began to fall down your cheeks. A small sniffle made Rutger flip over and face you, seeing your eyes welling with tears.

“Baby, baby, I’m sorry.” He said. He snakes his arms around you, pulling you into his torso. “That was mean. I’m sorry love.”

He kisses the side of your head, resting his chin on your shoulder

“So I wasn’t being annoying?” You ask again.

“A little.” He admits. “But even when you’re annoying me I still love you.”

[magpiepills]

Got It Wrong

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x you x Tess

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: you meet two kind strangers when you get to the Boston QZ.

Warnings: SMUT! Alcohol, oral m and f receiving, PIV, fingering, FFM, mention of pant violence/murder, dub con due to alcohol, uncertain reader, reader is in her 20s, no physical description, probably more.

A word from the author: This is a repost! This was my second fic ever and I intended for there to be a second part. It’s mostly finished and just chilling in my docs because it got kinda dark and I wasn’t really sure what to do with it. I may still finish it one day. Y’all can tell me what you think.

The Boston QZ is a hellscape. You’ve always put on a brave face, stoic and bold in the face of everything that has fallen down around you. It’s been a lot, but your resolve has been firm. If you let yourself break even a little, you knew you wouldn’t make it. You had to stay alert here. Maybe the infected weren’t a threat inside the high fences and barbed wire that surrounded the city, but danger remained. People here are desperate and desperate people don’t show any mercy. You didn’t blame them, necessarily, that’s just the way of the world now.

For a long time, living with your family way out in the woods upstate had been something close to normalcy. You had a cabin and a garden and a creek. You had your dad, your sister, a woman your mom had worked with before the outbreak. You had a routine. You let yourself imagine the future here. You were happy.

You were in the woods foraging, filling a basket with mushrooms, berries, and edible leaves. Lost in the plans for a salad at dinner that night, you didn’t see the raiders slipping up to the house. You didn’t see them take away everything in an instant. You only heard a scream and shouting from voices you didn’t recognize. You froze, unable to run to the cabin to try to fend off the raiders. They’d have just killed you, too. You don’t know how long they were there, taking all they could carry before creeping back the same way they’d came. You couldn’t make yourself go back to the cabin. You didn’t want to see what they’d done to your family. You stayed in the woods all night, awake and crying and rocking yourself.

Now you were left alone in the world and with no choice but to go to the Boston QZ. You made your way there carefully, slowly, quietly. You raised your hands and let them test you, spending two full days in isolation before being spoken to like a human.

You had almost everything that you had stolen the first night in the shelter, and you had seen the leering eyes of the men you’d passed on the street, you heard fighting and crying, saw faces come and go. The labor was back breaking and soul-crushing. You’d have given anything for a moment of relief from the constant misery and fear.

After a few weeks in the shelter without serious incident, you let your guard down a little. There was a routine here, something you could focus on and ignore everything else. You’d found an abandoned paperback and read it in your spare time. You read and re-read it three times now, taking comfort in knowing what would happen at the end.

On Saturdays tables were set up in the dining room, and you could get some basic supplies. Some kind of charity, you’d guessed. You approached the table where bags of soap and deodorant and tampons were being distributed and were pleased to see a woman with a kind face and a warm smile standing before you. She was pretty, with long, sandy red hair, streaked with grey, pulled away from her face. She was maybe in her mid forties, roughly twice your age. Her name tag read “Tess.”

“How long have you been here, sweetheart?” She spoke to you in such a warm way, you dropped your guard a little further. Tess had an endearing way of asking about your health, asking if you had what you needed, giving you tips for getting placed in FEDRA housing, always asking how things were progressing. Tess was there every week, and you looked forward to seeing her. This week, as she was packing up to go, she asked you for a hand getting the boxes and card table back to her apartment. “It’s not far, and I’d owe you big time.” After how kind she’s been to you, you were happy to oblige.

The walk was short, about 5 blocks, down an alley and up two flights of stairs to a dimly lit but cozy apartment.

“I think we earned a drink!” Tess shot you a grin and held up a bottle of amber liquid.

You sat at her kitchen table while she poured the liquid into pretty etched glasses and reveled in what felt like friendship for the first time in ages. Maybe the QZ would be ok. Maybe you’d have your own little apartment and couch and pretty glasses to drink from before long.

The alcohol was making your head swim just a little and your little daydream didn’t let you hear as the door opened and closed again. You didn’t notice the man standing behind you, leaning on the doorway and looking at Tess with unspoken words on his lips. When you finally noticed Tess looking over your shoulder, eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

You turned slowly, and smiled at the man. He was tall and must have been about Tess’s age. He was good looking, tall and broad and strong, with salt and pepper hair and a scruffy beard. His eyes were dark and serious.

“Oh, hi! Sorry, I’m probably in the way of your dinner, I should get going.” You felt suddenly that you were intruding. This must be Tess’s boyfriend or husband or something. Tess turned back to you, and put a hand on your shoulder as you started to stand.

“No! Please stay a while. Don’t pay Joel any mind.” She introduced him as her partner and didn’t specify if this was a business partner or an intimate one, and you didn’t ask. Tess looked at Joel again, smiling.

“Don’t leave on account of me, sugar. Maybe I’ll join you ladies. That alright?” He took the chair across from you at the small table, and Tess sat another glass on the table in front of Joel and poured his drink before refilling your glass. “Tess tells me you’re new to the QZ, staying over in the shelter. That’s a dangerous place for a young girl. ‘Specially one on her own.”

“It hasn’t been too bad so far” you spoke, pushing down the nerves that had started to stir in your belly. “I think it’s all starting to work out.” You smiled at Joel and then at Tess. “Tess has been a lot of help.”

Joel smiled back, and his knee bumped yours under the table. Your face and chest felt warm, either from the alcohol or from the way Joel hadn’t taken his eyes off you since he sat down. His gaze began to feel heavy, it made you feel like you should keep talking, even though he was silent now. You were grateful when you felt Tess’s hand back on your shoulder, heavier this time.

“Are you feeling ok, sweetheart? Drinks catching up with you?” She chuckled “Maybe you should take the couch for the night, I’m not sure we can take you back to the shelter like this.”

She was probably right. The alcohol had made you feel hot and floaty and disoriented. It had been a long time since you drank like this and on a mostly empty stomach. You probably shouldn’t have accepted that third drink, but it felt so good to just hang out with a friend.

“I don’t want to be a bother…”

“No bother, sugar.” Joel spoke. “Sleep on the couch and Tess can walk you back in the morning. I’m sure she’ll get you to help her carry supplies while she’s at it. This is a win for her.” Joel sounded reasonable and his confidence was disarming you.

“Might as well have another drink since you’re staying!” Tess chirped as she topped up all of your glasses. You smiled into your glass and never noticed the look that passed between Joel and Tess.

Joel picked up the three glasses and moved them to the coffee table in front of the shabby couch so you could all sit more comfortably. You didn’t even remember walking to the living room. You were all talking, laughing, smiling. You head was spinning, but you liked feeling so relaxed.

The next thing you remember is feeling Tess sliding closer to you on the couch and putting her hand on your thigh while she leaned in to place a light kiss at the corner of your mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and you didn’t want her to stop. You felt another hand on your thigh and looked down to see Joel’s wide, paddle-like hand gripping you. Your eyes followed his arm up to his neck and his jaw and his lips. They were close to yours and in an instant they were pressed to yours. His kiss was harder than Tess’s. More insistent.

You felt uneasy again, but once more pushed your feelings aside, deciding to just go with it. You’ve got new friends now and they like to drink and kiss. Maybe that’s how it is in the QZ; maybe you liked drinking and kissing too. You kissed him back and felt him hum approvingly.

Tess was still beside you. “You know, Joel can help you. He helped me out when I came to the QZ.” She spoke softly into your ear, and moved her hand from your thigh to the buttons of your shirt, her other hand wrapping around you to meet it and she nimbly undid a button, playing with the fabric of your shirt and running her fingertips lightly over your newly exposed skin before moving to the next button. Her mouth went to your neck as she worked, kissing your soft skin.

You swallowed thickly and your chest heaved. Is this really happening? Joel leaned back and watched Tess making quick work of your clothes, and when he spoke his voice sounded lower and slower.

“I know it’s hard around here for pretty young girls. Know it’s not safe. Maybe y’need someone to look out for you.” Had you noticed his accent before? It was southern and you found it really alluring, the way some of his words melted together. “It’s good to stick t’gether in a place like this. Have somebody on your side.”

You couldn’t form words. Tess had made her way to your bra and was running her fingers under the band, your nipples hardening at her touch. Joel’s eyes were trained on your tits, and his hand gripped your thigh higher, his thumb pushing between your thighs, dangerously close to your now soaked and throbbing pussy. He kissed you again, tilting his chin to meet your lips and kissing deeply. Your lips parted and you felt his tongue in your mouth.

Your heart was pounding. You licked at his tongue gently, and he swallowed your soft moans. Tess had one hand on your stomach and one hand cupping your breast now. She whispered sweetly, “Why don’t you bring your stuff back here tomorrow? You can help us and we can help you.”

It sounded perfectly reasonable. You nodded, eyes closed, leaning your head back to kiss her again, letting your lips linger, soaking up her sweetness before tipping back into Joel’s kiss. His hands were on your hips, squeezing gently, and Tess was popping the button on your jeans, easing the zipper down.

You wished you could reach her to return her touches in kind, but Joel had a firm grip on you now, so you just unbuttoned his shirt, hoping it was ok with Tess, you still weren’t clear on what kind of partnership they had and you didn’t want to misstep.

“He’s handsome, isn’t he?” She whispered. “I think he likes you.” That sounded like permission.

Joel’s thumbs hooked under your waistband and tugged your jeans down, pushing you back into Tess’s chest as he slid them down your thighs, pulling your panties with them.

He sat back on the couch, palming his stiffening cock, and marveling at the sight before him. “Look at our girl, Tess. Real pretty.”

Tess hummed in agreement and squeezed your tits together, her own naked chest pressing into your back.

You’d never had a threesome, but this was the hottest thing you’d ever done. You loved feeling like their play thing. Whatever was between them, you didn’t care. You had never been so turned on.

“You feel good, sugar? Gonna let me touch you the way you need?” “

“Yes, Joel, want to feel you.”

He chuckled and groaned at your enthusiasm. “Lean back, baby.”

You were laying on the couch between them now, your head in Tess’s naked lap, one hand holding hers, the other running through Joel’s thick wavy hair as he pressed his tongue against your wet seam.

Tess’s hand moved between your tits, massaging gently and running her thumb over your peaks. She lowered her mouth to yours, kissing you softly and slowly, your tongues mingling, your senses overwhelmed at their combined touches. Joel was working away at your wet cunt, alternating between long slow licks and quick firm flicks of his tongue over your swollen clit. The sounds of sucking, smacking, and soft wet sounds filled the air, it was pornographic and you wished you could see what you all must look like.

You were already panting when Joel pushed a thick callused finger into your willing entrance, and the sudden fullness forcing a low moan from deep in your throat.

You felt that lovely tightening in your belly, sending sparks down your hips, and building to a crescendo. Just as you approached the edge, your vision becoming dark around the corners, he slipped a second finger in, pulling you tight and working them in deeply, and sucked hard on your bundle of nerves.

You were a goner. You bucked and gasped, your head falling back into Tess’s lap.

“Good girl, baby. Good fuckin’ girl.” Joel slid his fingers out but gently brushed his slick fingers over your swollen lips, making you suck them clean as you rode out your orgasm. “You picked a good one this time, Tess. Let’s see if she can handle a cock now.”

He was so lewd! You’d blush if you weren’t still spinning out from your climax.

Tess slid off the couch and sat beside it, scooting down so that her head was near your hips.

“I knew you’d love her, Joel. She’s gorgeous. Just your type, and so sweet.”

Joel paused to smile at Tess, and leaned down to kiss her. It was a tender kiss, the first time you saw them touching each other, you realized. It made you feel a little awkward to be laying on the couch totally nude next to them. It was over as quickly as it began, though and Joel turned his attention back to you. He leaned down on one elbow to support his weight while the other hand cradled your jaw as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

He groaned and let his hips drop against your core, and you let your knees fall open to accommodate him. He was still dressed, you never got further than unbottoning a few buttons of his denim shirt. You could feel his length pressing against your core, you slipped your hand down to palm him.

He felt big. Big, big. Too big, you worried. He must have sensed your hesitation.

“Want to see it, baby? See if you think you can handle my big cock?”

Tess was behind him now and wrapped her arms around his waist to unbuckle his belt and release him from his jeans.

“You’re in for a treat, sweetheart. Joel knows what he’s doing. Might be sore tomorrow though.” She smiled at the last part and reached down to grip his cock. Joel turned to kiss her once more, then she returned to her spot beside the couch.

Joel planted open mouthed kisses along your chin and neck, trailed down your chest, his movements unhurried, like he was just taking you in. Your skin cooled under each kiss when he moved to the next and underscored your arousal. He made his way to your breasts and sucked your nipple into his mouth as he squeezed and pressed the other, he sucked firmly, and nibbled down the side of your breast before turning the same attention to the next. Joel drove you mad with desire, you lifted your hips, wanting to feel his turgid member against your aching pussy.

“You can’t wait to get fucked, can you baby girl? You gonna beg for it, sweet thing?”

“Please, Joel!”

“Please what, baby?”

You groaned into his shoulder. “Please, Joel. Fuck me please. I need to feel your cock. Want it so bad, Joel.”

You were breathless and wanton, Joel hummed approvingly.

“You sure ask nicely. I just might give it to you.”

You whimpered and drove your hips up again, this time you felt his hot, thick length slide over your folds. You could come just from that alone, but you were desperate to feel full of him. You couldn’t stay quiet and Joel seemed to feed off of your noise. Moaning, panting, crying out his name, it drove him wild. He loved hearing what he did to you, loved that he had the power to turn you into a needy mess.

He reached down to slap his cock against your seeping and sensitive folds, paying special attention to your clit, making you cry out once more.

When he couldn’t wait any longer, he pressed the smooth, thick head to your entrance.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, sugar. Go ahead. You want it, you take it.”

Tess giggled at that. She had been quiet, watching and lazily rubbing her own naked sex, enjoying her front row seat to you and Joel’s erotic coupling. She slid her fingers down to gather the pooling slick, and spread it over her clit. She would make herself come when you did. You lifted your hips and tried in vain to push him inside you. You couldn’t get enough leverage, you were just driving yourself crazy, he was right there but you couldn’t get him inside, no matter how your wiggled. You broke.

“Please, Joel!” You were desperate now, out of your head.

Joel kissed your neck once more. “Alright, baby. But remember, I warned you.”

He pushed slowly and firmly, working the head just past your entrance and you were frozen beneath him. The sting of him stretching you was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and you knew you couldn’t take him all.

Joel was still, knowing you’d need time to get accustomed to his size. When he felt you move against him again, he continued, pushing further now, and backing out just slightly before going deeper. Two steps forward, one step back.

“So goddamn tight, sugar. Ain’t you ever been fucked by a big cock before?”

You couldn’t answer, but the work “gigantic” came to mind, along with memories of your first boyfriend, who came in his pants before you could have sex, and the guy after him who had fucked you, but who was so interested in his own joy that he never made you cum.

You felt far away from everything that was happening. Eyes closed, mouth open, eyebrows furrowed, the only thing in the universe now was you and Joel. Everything else fell away and was swallowed by darkness.

You snapped back when you felt Tess reach between you and Joel, seeking your clit to rub gentle circles, distracting you from the stinging further down. Her touch was just what you needed. You relaxed your hips and felt them open a little, giving Joel more room to work. He quickened his pace, his own climax gathering in his belly, he was less gentle now and you were panting hard, no coherent words forming. With one more thrust, he was all the way seated, and you could feel him at your cervix.

He felt pride at how he had you so fucked out. He looked down at you, cheeks and chest flushed, sweat beading on your forehead, lips swollen and puffy. He swung his hips back and fucked into you again and again. You were close. Tess had turned her attention to your swollen, sensitive clit again, and was kissing the side of your face, your neck, your ear and whispering praise to you.

“You’re taking him so well, baby. Look how you take that cock. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I want you to come for us, babe. Come while he’s got that huge cock buried deep in your pussy.”

Her words and her touch and his heavy strokes were too much. Your body jerked, and your orgasm took control. Your legs locked around him and kept him inside you. When the crashing wave subsided, Joel resumed his thrusts, faster now, getting sloppy and out of rhythm. He was close.

“Where you want me sugar? Don’t say inside.”

You answered him with a moan and he pulled out fast, rubbing out his orgasm against your hip with a deep, throaty groan.

“You’re perfect, baby girl. Absolutely perfect.”

Joel and Tess leaned close and you shared kisses before Tess disappeared and returned quickly with a wet towel for each of you and a few glasses of water. Joel cleaned himself, then you. His touch was gentle and caring. You sipped your water in a daze, unsure what to do or say. You’d just fucked Tess’s boyfriend or husband or something with her blessing, and you’re not sure what to do now.

You excused yourself to the bathroom and grabbed your shirt and panties. Neither of them were getting dressed, so you just slipped on your shirt without buttoning it, and put your panties back on. You already felt your hips and inner thighs aching, and you were feeling sleepy. When you returned to the living room, Joel had taken up the middle seat on the couch, and Tess was tucked under his right arm, nuzzling his chest. You sat on his left, and he pulled you onto his chest as well. He was serene as you and Tess laced your fingers together.

You must have fallen asleep. When you woke up, you were still on the couch, a pillow under your head and a blanket tucked around you. Your head was pounding and you felt sticky, sore, and like you needed a shower.

The memory of the night before flooded back, and you felt something like embarrassment, but not quite. You didn’t regret it, at least what you remembered. You wondered if they’d meant what they said about helping them and them helping you. You wondered if that was just referring to the sex. It seemed like they meant something more, but you didn’t want to bring it up and make things weird. You weren’t even sure how you could help them, but you decided to think about that later.

You yawned and stretched and when Tess saw you moving, she brought you more water.

“Hey sweetie. You feel ok?” There she was. The kind Tess you knew. It was reassuring to hear her talk so sweetly to you. “Joel went out to find breakfast for us, then he’s going to go with you to the shelter to get the rest of your things. We talked it over and decided you should stay here. Until FEDRA finds you a place, you’d be safer and more comfortable with us.” How could you argue with that?

“Really, Tess. The shelter is fine. I’m sure it won’t be long and—“

“You’re not going to convince Joel of any of that, so you might as well just get your stuff and bring it here.”

You didn’t have a response.

[maplleaf]

Can I request a flustered Gepard after having his m! partner heard him singing Serval's song while walking to the Streets while patrolling 🤧 thank youu

Captain Gepard Landau is often considered as one of the strongest people in Belobog. His unbreakable will forged in the icy world will never fall into despair. Due to this, whether Gepard himself likes it or not; expectations will always follow him everywhere he goes.

...the same way his sister's song seems to be stuck in his mind everwhere.

Even if he is considered the golden child of the Landau family name, Gepard have always supported Serval for her change of career if it's truly for her happiness. He knew about the surface of Cocolia's actions against her, so he understood why she might want to leave her previous job.

Even if he does support it, doesn't mean he can... replicate her talent.

He's talented at fighting and naturally giving out needed orders, but he didn't inhereted the amazing vocal chords his sister has. At the same time, with the culmination of many silvermane guards singing her tune and from just walking down the street; Gepard had somehow started to hum her song and lyric when he's at work.

While on a patrol through the streets of Belobog, Gepard finds himself singing along Serval's latest release, the song which every silvermane that listens to her would recognize and sing when they're off duty.

There are a few hours when the streets aren't as busy compared to the morning or the afternoon; so he felt alone enough to start singing on his own.

Unbeknownst to him, you had just finished some business in the administrative office with the necessary paperwork in hand. There's a considerable amount of distance between the administrative office to your workplace.

In the middle of your walk, right before turning at the corner of a building; you hear a familiar voice singing off-key.

"Sound waves like dynamite send signals sky high.... strings of thunder makes you lose your mind~"

You recognized the deep voice in an instant. Gepard had talked about his co-workers singing Serval's songs before, but you've never heard him do it. Yes, he isn't on tune with the original song, but how could someone-- anyone, not have their hearts melted when their lover is singing their siblings' song. It's a shame you didn't bring an instant voice recorder to create a physical memory.

Your body didn't dare to move an inch as Gepard might stop his singing if he sees you passing by. It didn't take long before you hear his footsteps drawing near.

When Gepard had just finished singing along to the chorus, he turned his body around the corner; only to be met with the sight of your figure looking at him with a knowing smirk.

Usually Gepard would be ecstatic when seeing you in his patrols, walking up with a smile as you're pretty sure you're dating a golden retriever.

Unfortunately, seeing your expression Gepard can conclude that you must've heard him.

Redness crept up to his cheeks, his hand covering up his mouth. You couldn't help but chuckle at his state, but seeing a rare opportunity you wanted to tease him a little.

"Nice tune, honey," Gepard's flusteredness increased at that. He knew you would instantly tease him. "Somehow I don't believe that..." Gepard almost stuttered with his words from the pure embarassment.

His eyes darts from right to leff in an attempt to avoid looking at you, knowing it would just make him feel even more embarassed.

Your laughter filled his ears, at the very least you're happy from catching him off guard.

Gepard feels your hand lowering his own hand away from his mouth, fingers under his chin moving his head to make him look at you. The empty streets made it so no one around could see you two.

"Hey," your angelic voice called out, Gepard's sky-blue eyes having no choice but to look at yours. You leveled yourself to his height before planting a kiss on his forehead, "I think your voice sounds nice."

If Gepard was on level five of being flustered, then it increased to level ten in an instant! His face may show a similair amount of redness to it, but inside his mind it's all melted. The accumulated reaction of being caught singing by his lover and having you do something he usually only sees in shows or books; all of it send him to an overdrive.

"T...thanks," he managed to come out. His hesitation and embarassment is clearly shown, and you fell into temptation and used the fingers on his chin to squish his cheeks.

"Such a cutie-pie, Geppie," you teased once more, receiving a complaint from Gepard for saying something cheesy in a publis area; despite there being no people to define it as public.

"Alright alright, I'll stop," you gave in after seeing his red face being mushed by your own hand.

Feeling satisfied for today, you turned your body to stand beside the blonde. Your arm quickly linked itself around Gepard's, holding your body close to him. "C'mon, you still have a patrol right?"

Gepard gazed at you for a short while before sighing. Even if he is embarassed by the whole situation, he's happy to at least see you in the middle of working. A loving smile crept up to accompany his red face as he starts walking with you.

[charcadett]

Hi! Could we possibly get some headcanons of being an adopted child of Katy, please? Thank you!!

MY FAVORITE TROPE YESSSSS. Katy time! I am always happy to do characters who don’t have a lot of content on them. Um. I got VERY carried away with this one.

CW: Mentioned past parental death and mourning.

Being Katy’s Adopted Child

- Katy has so many Gym Challengers, names often slip her mind. It's not her fault, there's a near-constant revolving door of trainers. You, however, she recognizes in an instant. Your prowess in battle is hard to forget, especially at such a young age. Katy will never get tired of being surprised by Paldea’s youth. It’s odd. Instead of vigor lighting up your face, you're picking away at the front of your shirt, expression pinched and melancholic. Though she supposes that may be how you usually appear. She hasn’t known you for long, after all, only that one battle, it still worries her. Children should be off enjoying their day, not kicking rocks along the streets of Cortondo.

- While Katy's normally busy baking, this is far more important. Plucking a fresh croissant from a tray, she greets you with a kind smile. “Is everything alright?”

- You return her smile with one of your own, though its effect is lessened by how watery your eyes are. She sweeps you towards one of the outdoor tables and waits patiently as you nibble on your croissant. As much as she’d like to know what’s wrong, the last thing she wants to do is push you. So, she will sit here as long as you need, periodically bringing you some more pastries. Even if you never get the courage to speak, the least she can do is keep you well-fed.

- Finally, you tell her what’s wrong. It’s simple as it is heartbreaking. You miss home. Your parents have been dead for two years, and while the wound is healed, it hasn't stopped hurting. Clavell has been kind enough to waive your tuition. Your grades are exemplary, and it would be a mistake to lose such a wonderful student for something entirely out of their control. You have friends, you have food, and you have a roof over your head but it’s not home. And you’re scared it never will be. What if that feeling of comfort, of unconditional love, died along with your parents? How do you mourn something like that? There is no grave to visit, no words of comfort to be given. Just a gash on your heart that might never stop bleeding.

- You’re not quite as eloquent as you tell Katy. Your words are jumbled and choppy, but she can hear the tremor in your voice. Her heart shatters when your voice breaks as you dissolve into incoherent sobs. Carefully, she places a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. The action only makes you cry harder, and she almost jerks back before you choke out a feeble thank you.

- There isn’t much she can do. Though Katy may be a stranger who wants to help, she’s a stranger all the same. Her bakery is a safe space for her. It’s always been a place she can truly be herself. Humming tunes under her breath as she bakes and bakes until she can’t anymore. She doesn’t know what she would do if she lost that. So, Katy offers to share that with you. If there is ever a time you need anything, you are always welcome to come to find her. She will be there to listen, to give advice, and to keep you fed; her door is always open to you.

- You take her up on the offer. Over the next few months, you find yourself on Katy’s doorstep more often than not. She teaches you how to bake, her advice is unmatched, and she helps you with your homework with a smile. Katy reminds you of your mom. Sometimes too much and you can feel your chest ache. As time passes, the ache lessens into a warmth you almost forgot. Katy’s guest room gets filled up with your things: Awards you won for academic achievements, your gym badges, even your stuffed animals. It doesn’t happen on purpose, you never meant to spend more time here than in your dorm, but here you are, and you couldn’t be happier. Eventually, Katy sits you down and asks if you would like her to be your legal guardian. You don’t have to call her mom, though you’re welcome to if you like, she wants you to know that this is permanent. She won't be going away anytime soon.

- It’s finally official. Katy is your legal guardian and normal doesn’t feel so out of reach anymore. Her guest room has become your room, and with a smile, you place your final possession on your bedside table. Your parents smile back at you. They’d be happy that you’re not alone anymore, you feel it in your bones.

[pinkipeachiikeen]

And The Stars Will Guide Us Home: Chapter 4

A Batfam/BSD crossover series, Dazai x Fem!Reader

Chapter three <------- Chapter four-------> Chapter five

Up past the stairs, she passes room after room until she finds the the door to the study. With no regard for the room’s inhabitants, she bursts open the door with a loud “HEY DAMI LOOK AT THIS WEIRD ASssss-” 

The words slowly die off her tongue as her eye meets the ones of someone she banished to her past, begging to forget along with all of the mistakes she could never make right.  In that moment she could only pray to any god within range that he couldn’t recognize her. 

It’s been fourteen years.

 Fourteen long, painful years.

 Fourteen years of life. 

fourteen years of death.

 Fourteen years of change. 

She’s  not that scared little girl anymore. She refuses to be.

But she can already see, just from that single glance, that that’s all he sees.

“Kanako..?” he whispers, eyes wide, but knowing.

And just like that, she was the scared little girl again. One look takes her all they way back, and she does the only thing she remembers how.

She ran. 

BACKSTORY TIME! 

Content Warnings:  All canon typical again, dissociation from past (?), panic attack (I think, i don’t quite know what the boundaries for that term are) mentions of death, gunshots 

WC: 2258 (small baby chapter, the next one won’t be)

The damp, cool air bristles and pricks her face as she picks up speed, each street and city light meshing with the smog forming a seamless haze of color and fumes that pass her as she speeds by. Her engine roars as her bike catches speed, tires zooming through the muddy puddles of Gotham’s alleyways, caking mud into every crevice of her tires.

A stream of lights meet her back, the purr of an oncoming engine following her.

Others would never dare to roam the streets of Gotham at night, aware of the terrors that outsiders only see in nightmares, but not her.

She smirks, adjusts her cowl and hits the gas. 

For the past seven years she’s be holding down the role as one of the protectors of Gotham, the golden bat across her chest being a beacon of light for others and a promise to herself. 

Skillfully, she dodges through an army of trees and rides off a small cliff leading to a beaten rocky path heading straight towards a gaint horde of rubble, only picking up speed….

As long as she dons the title of Batgirl, she’ll be the protector of those who cannot protect themselves, and save those who cannot be saved. 

..and rides straight through the hologram into the batcave, finally brining her bike into a halt. 

Pulling her cowl off with a gentle tug, she shakes her head, freeing her messy hair and smirking as she hears the purr of incoming bikes. “Took you guys long enough.” she teases as turns to sources of the noises, cockily leaning on her mounted motorcycle. “What is this, six to zero?”

“Five to zero, actually.” the latest rider to enter the cave responds, removing his cowl in a similar fashion and shaking the jet black bangs framing his face that weren’t matted down by sweat. 

She shrugs. “‘Eh, big dif.” she waves the statement off.

Wheezing, the second rider, pulls dow her hood and mask, revealing a mop of blonde hair that contrasts the array of eggplant purple that makes up her suit. “DID Y’ALL SEE THAT?!” she asks, throwing both pieces of gear onto her bike. 

“I did,” Y/n replies. “Congrats, Steph.” she pats her shoulder. “But you still didn’t beat me, though.”

The blonde shushes her and shakes her finger. “Don’t shit on my parade, buddy boy.” she retorts, still catching her breath. “Let me have this one.”

Y/n backs up, chucking as she holds her hands up in surrender. “Okay, sure.”  she relents. “You did good. But are you sure Tim didn’t fall asleep at the wheel again?”

“Hey that was one time!” he intervenes.

“Two times, actually.” Stephanie corrects. “You are forgetting that one time after you tried making instant coffee with Red Bull instead of water.” she shook her head in disapproval. “You already have the ability to stay up for a good majority of a month, I don’t know why you decided to torture your poor body like that.”

“You had both Alfred and Bruce on your ass after that stunt.” Y/n chuckled. “I think that was the first time I heard him yell..”

Tim grimances. “You think angry Bruce is scary, but you don’t truely know fear until Alfred gets on your case.” he shakes his head. “That was the first and last time I did that.”

“Speaking of, aren’t you still technically banned from riding any of the bikes?” Y/n asks.

“That’s none of your business,” he spoke “... but if Bruce asks, I rode with you, alright?”

“Sure, sure.” she agrees. “But you still lost and you know what that means.” 

“Free waffles for me!” Stephanie cheered.

“For us.” Y/n corrects.

“For us, whatever! I’m just happy i’m not buying breakfast again!” she shares. “I always have to pay, which honestly isn’t fair since you both have very high paying prestige jobs and i’m just a college student.” 

“Please, you act like you don’t reap the benefits of being in Brcue Wayne, billionaire’s inner circle.”  Tim jabs.

“Tim you literally run his company.”

“Not all of it!”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Y/n intervenes. “We are all nepo babies in some way or another.” she shakes her head in disgust. “That felt gross to say, but thats besides the point.” 

“The point is, Tim lost the race so we get free food.” Stephanie declares, childiishly sticking her tongue out at Tim

“Well I was gonna say the girl that is gonna be going on vacation in London for three months should pay, but that’s just my opinion.” y/n said.

“HUH?” stephanies head snaps back to Y/n as Tim chuckles.

“She has a point.” Tim points out. 

“First of all, no one asked one you!” she points at Tim, “And second, this isn’t a vacation! It’s a mission! I don’t want to go to no snobby college!” 

“Yes, because being surrounded by girls in cute uniforms and short skirts sounds so bad for a women–obsessed bisexual.” Y/n playfully retorts as she puts her bike away, ignoring the tomato-faced, stuttering blonde. “I’m just teasing ya. Breakfast’s on me today, consider it a ‘good luck on your mission’ gift. You guys go get dressed, and i’ll meet’cha out front.”

“W-where are you going?” she called.

“I need to show Dames something!” she called back.

“Oh was it that weird bird thing we saw?” Tim asked. “I’m still not sure that wasn’t a drone..” he murmured. 

“Drones don’t nearly bite and attack you, Tim.” Steph commented.

He shrugged. “You don’t know that. Drone technology has been rapidly improving over the years and it wouldn’t be out of question for one to be specifically made and crated to look like a  bird and attack when approached…” he murmers, while Stephanie lets out a cough that sounds suspiciously like ‘nerd’ 

“I don’t know what it was, but just be glad Damian wasn’t there, he’d try to adopt it.” she comments, walking towards the exit. “I already got roped into setting a stupid alarm and  waking up early and feeding his cow, I don’t wanna even imagine what Dames would try to con me into doing with that weird freaking bird thing.” she said, unbeknownst to the conniving look they shared at the mention of an ‘alarm’. “I’ll see you in ten-” she starts before she nearly bumps into someone.

“Master Y/N,” an eldery gentleman greets.

“Oh hello, Alfred.” she responds. “Do you know where Damian is?”

“Last time i checked he was in his fathers study trying to convince him why he should be cleared for patrol.” he shares.

Y/n sighs and shakes her head. “Of course he is. He sure isn’t taking that broken arm lying down is he?”

“Seems not.” he replies, but shes already half-way up the stairs, bounding to Bruce’s study, unable to hear Alfred’s warning. 

Up past the stairs, she passes room after room until she finds the the door to the study. With no regard for the room’s inhabitants, she bursts open the door with a loud “HEY DAMI LOOK AT THIS WEIRD ASssss-” 

The words slowly die off her tongue as her eye meets the ones of someone she banished to her past, begging to forget along with all of the mistakes she could never make right.  In that moment she could only pray to any god within range that he couldn’t recognize her. 

It’s been fourteen years.

 Fourteen long, painful years.

 Fourteen years of life. 

fourteen years of death.

 Fourteen years of change. 

She’s  not that scared little girl anymore. She refuses to be.

But she can already see, just from that single glance, that that’s all he sees.

“Kanako..?” he whispers, eyes wide, but knowing.

And just like that, she was the scared little girl again. One look takes her all they way back, and she does the only thing she remembers how.

She ran. 

Past every door frame and down the hall, barely registering the voice calling, begging for her. Each step felt heavy on her feet, the weight of her past dragging her down by her soles of her feet. She’s made it so far. She’s changed so much, she can’t go back. 

She won’t. 

Then a call of a name stopped her dead in her tracks, pulling her to a halt as if she was pulled taut by a string.

“What?” she wheezed

The man behind her catches his breath and she feels it dwon her neck, despite the five feet of distance. 

“I never stopped looking for you or Kazumi. Even after…” he stops 

“Even after what?” she presses on.

“Even after…I heard what happened.” he shares, tip-toeing around every word, carefully. “I didn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it.”

“Why not?” she said, turning around to face him, but not meeting his eyes.

“Why.. not?” he repeats, confused.

“She died.” she spits out. “She died in that fire. That’s it. It’s not hard to believe.”

“Well.. I didn’t want to believe,”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT TO BELIEVE, SHE’S STILL DEAD!” she chokes out, taking the man aback.

“Is everything fine-” a boy intervines, peering from the hall.

“I’m fine Damian.” she sniffles.

He squints as he eyes the man.“You don’t-”

“Just go!” she yells.

“Come on, Daminan, let’s go.” A man says, leading the boy  away, but not without looking back in worry. 

“The fire, the fire was hot enough to burn bones.” she states, stumbling on her words. “There should be no reasonable doubt that Kanako is dead.”

The man opens his mouth to speak, but she continues. 

“Does he- does he think i’m dead?” she asks slowlly and quitely, like each word was a dagger digging deep into her flesh. 

She looks into his eyes for the first time since they met in the study as she clutches onto his olive green kimono. “Tell me. I need to know, he can’t know i’m al- he can’t.”

Slowly, the man takes her hand in his. “He has a beautiful gravestone dedicated to you, layed next to your sisters.” he confirms. 

Y/n clutches her chest as she heaves air, knees buckled and eyes shut tightly as a twisted sense of relief flowed through her veins. 

Then the man does the unexpected, when Y/n opens her eyes again, his head was touching the ground in a deep bow. 

Instantly alert, she wipes her eyes. “Wha- what are you doing?”

“I am so very deeply sorry.” he apologizes. “I have guided you down a path of harm and suffering when I promised you asylum. I cannot apologize enough for how i’ve failed you and not a day has passed without regret for-”

“Stop.”

“Excuse me?” he says, peeking up.

“Get up, please.” she asks. “This-” she sighs. “This isn’t necessary. We already have one father figure with a guilt complex in this household we don’t need two.” she shares, holding out a helping hand. “God, now I know how Jason feels.” she mutters as she helps him up. 

“Look, Fukuzawa.” she starts. “I blame a lot of people for what I went through. My mom, my dad,” she prepares to say another name, but chokes on it and skips it entirely. “mostly me. But I never blamed you.” the man’s eyes widened. “Not once. If anything, I feel bad that you had to live with this on your chest for so long.” she chuckled humourously. “Honestly, the only thing you did wrong was pass us by on the street that day.” Fukuzawa chuckled at that remark. Sighing, she reveals, “We would’ve ended up on his doorstep sooner or later. Luckily for us, we got a free meal out of it.” she jokes. 

“Now,” she wipes her eyes once more and straightens up. “I wish I could say it’s nice seeing you again, but god, it really hasn’t been.” she admits. “So, i’m going to say this as nice as I possibly can,” she claps. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

“Son of a bitch!”

Several passerbys give y/n a side eye as she sheepishly apologizes

Y/n believes she’s a patient person. It’s hard not to be when one impulsive move on a mission means certain death for you and all those involved. But if she passes by the same goddamn dumpling place she is going to lose it. The little dumpling mascot seemed cute and inviting the first time she past it, but by the fourth its cheering gaze just seems mocking and y/n can’t promise she wont rip it down after the tenth.

Accompanying someone to the train station is one thing, (even if Ranpo was a horrible guide, there were enoughsigns to point them in the right direction) but finding an a particular office building in a city this large and chaotic is like finding a miniscule needle in a stadium sized haystack. 

“Yes, send the girl who hasn’t seen the city in a decade to guide the man-child….What the hell was that old man thinking..”  she grumbles as she turns another corner, hoping to find her way out of the labyernith but was frozen still when an too familiar sound rings through her ears.

Gunshots.

To most people the sound who be too far and too faint to hear, but she knows exactly where they are coming from. Like a trance, the noise calls to her, a sirens song calling her to action, she does what she’s been trained to do.

She runs into action. 

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Finally some background! In an upcoming chapter you will see Fukuzawa POV of this encounter, and that will probably be the last chapter taking place in Gotham. I’m so excited for whats up next, i feel like everything is about to be put into motion!

If you enjoyed this chapter please make sure to like, reblog and comment! especially the last one, since yalls thoughts and opinions are writing fuel!

[isabellafoster13]

This was requested on Wattpad by Bellaboo097023.

Here's how Millianna and Lucy got together. I did not expect this to become a trilogy, but here it is, being a trilogy. 

I hope you enjoy!

The Cat Caught the Fairy Part 2: Prequel (Millianna x Lucy)

The day was warm as the sun shone from directly above. Lucy walked along the streets of Napraforgo Town. She gave a contented sigh, enjoying the nice break from her wild guild and destructive team. She had managed to get her team to allow her to take a solo job in a town that was a few hours away. The job wasn't a combat one, instead, it entailed researching a specific topic, something that Lucy was happy to do. She had finished the job within just three days and earned one-hundred-thousand jewel. She had decided to further enjoy her vacation by treating herself for a few extra days. Today was her last day in the town, so had decided to go for a walk and enjoy the summer day. 

She looked at the marketplace's stalls as she passed by them, looking for a clothing stall because she had to replace a few outfits that had been destroyed by Natsu's flames on a few past jobs that they had taken together. 

She quickly spotted a market stall that was selling cat-themed products. She walked toward the stall to take a look at the products more closely. As she looked over them, she picked up a cat-themed coffee cup. Lucy smiled to herself before she gave a chuckle. It was cute and brightly colored. She sat the coffee cup back on the table and looked at everything else that was set out. 

Writing utensils, shirts, cups, toys, books, and even more things, all cat-themed. Lucy's smile got a bit bigger as she gazed at the items on the table. They reminded her of Erza's childhood friend, Millianna. She remembered when she first met the cat-like young woman fondly. She had thought that was very cute and her love for cats and anything cat-like was both humorous and adorable. 

It wasn't until her first Grand Magic Games that she met Millianna again. Lucy remembered what had happened when she first set her eyes on the Mermaid Heel mage. Her stomach had become filled with a fluttering feeling, her face had become heated and red, she had felt nervous at the thought of talking to Millianna, but she also wanted to do exactly that. At the time, she didn't know what was happening to her, and she hadn't intended to find out until at the end of the Grand Magic Games. Now, she was able to figure out what had happened, and why was still had these reactions every time she saw the other young woman or even thought about her. 

Lucy was in love with Millianna. 

She had thought many times about confessing her feelings, but also decided against it due to not knowing if a relationship would be doable considering how far they live from each other. She didn't want to leave Fairy Tail and she didn't want Millianna to feel like she had to leave her guild. 

Lucy sighed. She began walking away from the market stall, but hadn't gotten far when she heard the loud crash of breaking glass. She whipped around to see a man running away from a shop that had a broken window at the front of it, he seemed to have stolen things as he had a bag of items in it. The celestial wizard reached for her whip and was about to jump to stop him, but quickly stopped herself when she noticed that a woman had jumped through the broken window and was chasing after the thief.

Lucy's breath caught in her throat upon recognizing the woman who was giving chase. She watched as the woman yelled, "Nekosoku Tube!" In an instant, the man was wrapped tightly and squirming on the ground. 

Lucy felt a slight fluttering feeling in her gut and her cheeks warmed as she watched Millianna returned the stolen items to the shopkeeper and then leave the man with him to turn over to the authorities. When the Mermaid Heel mage caught sight of her, she waved and jogged over to her, causing butterflies to explode within the celestial wizard's gut and her cheeks to become burning hot. She was sure that there was no way she would be able to hide her blush. 

She turned her head away when Millianna came to a stop in front of her, smiling as she greeted her, "hey, Lucy! It's been a while! How have you been?" 

Lucy nodded, responding with a much of a steady voice as she could manage, "hey, Millianna...y-yeah, it's been some time. I'm-I'm great. How have you been?" 

Millianna chirped, "awesome! I've missed all of you!"

Lucy smiled at that, feeling happy that she had missed her and the rest of Fairy Tail. Her mind then quickly turned back to her obvious blush. Wanting to keep Millianna from noticing, she decided to distract the other woman by pointing at the stall she was just walking away from and saying, "have you noticed that stall? It sells cat-themed things." 

She cringed when Millianna gave a high-pitched squeal and raced over to the stall. Lucy laughed, still finding her love for cats an everything cat-like to be funny and cute. She watched with a smile as Millianna fauned over everything that sat on the table. She then walked over to the stall. 

Eventually, her blush died down and the rapidly fluttering feeling in her gut calmed. She watched as Millianna bought everything she could, periodically making jokes about how she would run out of space in her house for everything and that she was going to buy out the man who was visibly struggling to keep up with the cat-crazy woman. 

When Millianna had drained herself of the money that she had on her person, she ended up with four bags full of cat-themed items. Knowing that it would be difficult for her to take the bags home with her by herself, Lucy offered to help. 

When they stopped in front of Millianna's front door, Lucy asked, "you live in Napraforgo?" 

Millianna giggled before explaining, "well yeah, I mean, it is where the Mermaid Heel guildhall is located." She opened her door and placed her two bags inside before turning around to take the other two bags that Lucy was holding. 

Lucy stared at her with widened eyes. She then exclaimed, "what? Then why did someone post a job request at Fairy Tail?" Millianna shrugged as she giggled again. 

Lucy got ready to leave, wishing that she could remain with the woman who she had fallen for a bit longer, but was stopped just as she began walking away. She looked at Millianna with a raised eyebrow, wondering why she had stopped her, but also not particularly minding. 

She watched as Millianna stared down at the ground with a light blush on her cheeks. The cat-like mage then looked up at her and asked, "would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?" 

Lucy felt her cheeks heat up again and her stomach did flips as her heartbeat became faster. She gulped before she smiled and mustered an answer, "y-yeah! I would love to!" 

[mymoodwriting]

1.9k, yandere, obsession, drugs, kidnapping (for @peanutpinet)

“She’s so pretty…”

    That’s how it started out for Taeyong. He was merely gazing out the window of his apartment when he saw you, the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He was in love in an instant, and he knew he just had to have you. Now the question was how. He paced around his room thinking until he got the perfect idea. He whipped out his phone, making a very important call.

“Hello.”

“I need your help.”

“With what? You don’t usually call.”

“I’m in love, Nana.”

    Taeyong threw himself on the bed, hiding under his covers. Just saying the words made his heart flutter as he pictured your perfect face in his mind. Jaemin could see the happy look Taeyong had over the face call.

“Very in love I see. So who is she?”

“No idea. I just saw her today and she’s so perfect! She’s my lovely fairy.”

“Oh, she’s got you good.”

“But how do I do this? I can’t just walk up to her and tell her I like her!”

“Yes you can! You’re already off to a good start. You own that whole apartment building, so you got money, and you’re super popular on social. She’ll recognize you in an instant and wanna date you. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“You’re right! I’m Lee Taeyong! Everybody knows me and everybody loves me! Thanks Nana, you always know what to do!”

“No problem, but you better tell me how it goes.”

“I’ll send you a selfie of us together soon!”

    All he had to do was introduce himself, that was the easy part, the hard part was figuring out when. For days and hours at a time Taeyong would look outside his window, watching and waiting to see you pass. His eyes light up and his heart would race just from seeing you, and soon he got your schedule down. Around noon you’d walk past the apartment building, probably going to your job, and then around eight you’d walk past again, probably going home. He would follow you around more, but he had his pizza shop to run, and he didn’t like going outside the building much. So watching from his window was the best.

    He could daydream and fantasize about you all he wanted. One day you’d be there with him, which reminded him that he needed to prepare. He had the biggest apartment in the building, but he had to make room for you. He had to get a bigger bed, and make room for your things. Another big smile adorned his face as he began to make preparations, everything had to be perfect for your arrival. Once he was confident in that, it was time to make his move. He dressed himself up nicely, checking himself out in the mirror and making sure everything was perfect, not a hair out of place.

    Taeyong took a deep breath and stepped out into the streets. This was his moment. He eagerly waited for you to pass by, constantly checking his watch for the time, and then he saw you. It was like the world was suddenly in slow motion. He could only see you, as perfect as always. You had earbuds in, listening to music with a beautiful smile adorning your face. Those lips he wanted to kiss so bad. He was so lost in you he nearly let you walk past him, but managed to catch himself and taking a step in your direction.

“Excuse me.”

    You stopped in your tracks, seeing the boy before you, his lips moving. You pulled out one of your earbuds.

“Yes?”

“Hi, hi, I’m Lee Taeyong, the owner of this building and I… I see you walk past all the time and… I’m big on social media with over-”

“I’m sorry, but is there a point?”

“Ah… I’ve… I’ve seen you… and you’re really pretty and I was wondering… will you date me?”

“…” You saw he was still waiting for a response. “I… I have to get to work.”

“Wait, wait, I-”

    You put your earbud back in, walking around him and leaving. Taeyong reached out, but he soon became aware of the people around him, those that saw his failure. He quickly rushed inside and up to his room, hiding in bed. He started thrashing around the sheets before grabbing his phone and calling Jaemin.

“She said no!”

“What! What do you mean she said no, you’re Lee Taeyong!”

“She didn’t know me! How can she not know me? That doesn’t make sense!”

“Maybe she was being modest. I mean, for you to walk up and tell her you liked her, maybe she thought it was a joke.”

“Of course! She probably thought I was joking. Someone as good as me, like a dream. Aish, I didn’t wanna scare her, I was being serious.”

“So we try again. Fly high man, dress nicely, and be confident. Show her this isn’t some joke, and you do care about her.”

“Exactly! Don’t try to show off, just be me.”

“And apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?”

“For scaring her or confusing her. Just so she knows you have a good heart.”

“Right, right. Okay, I will try again later.”

“That’s the right idea, while you’re still fresh in her mind.”

“Okay. I’ll call you later.”

    Taeyong jumped out of bed with new found energy. He hadn’t been confident, and he was just bragging about who he was and not being himself. This meant a new outfit change, something that was more him, more vibrant and happy to show he was a good guy. Hours went by as he found the perfect outfit, and then he checked the time. He was almost late to your second pass by the building, quickly rushing down the stairs. He stumbled outside into the night, checking the time again, and soon seeing you.

    Once again his heart was pounding in his chest, but he had to calm down in order to talk to you. He was just as excited as before, waiting for his moment. As your eyes met he could see recognition. He got in your way to stop you, reaching over to take out one of your earbuds. He quickly bowed and apologized for earlier, admitting that he was nervous and never meant to come off as strange. He really liked you since the first time he saw you, and wanted to get to know you more. You accepted his apology, although you weren’t looking for a relationship. You bowed and went on your way, leaving Taeyong stunned in silence.

    He stood there for a while, stunned in silence, before heading inside. His legs moved on their own, getting him up to his apartment so he could collapse in bed. He was still processing what had happened, his mind still downstairs and staring at your beautiful face. Then it all came crashing down when your response echoed in his mind. He started banging his fists against the bed and screaming. That was not how things were supposed to go, and he was beyond frustrated. After the screaming and the fit he called Jaemin, hiding his face in the pillow.

“So… it didn’t go well…”

“…”

“Taeyong.”

“How could she say no? I’m perfect in every way.”

“I don’t know, maybe she’s not that bright.”

“Don’t say that about her!”

“Well she didn’t go for you! She must not be smart!”

“Jaemin!”

“I’m just saying. If she’s not smart she might need help.”

“Help?”

“Yeah. You know people can’t see what’s right in front of them at times. Or know what’s good for them. Maybe she needs you.”

“Oh… how do I help her?”

“Well you gotta get close to her first. I have the perfect idea!”

“What?”

“I’ll send it over tomorrow.”

    Taeyong waited anxiously for the next day, pacing around his room all night, not even bothering to get out of his clothes. When morning finally came, and he got a package from Jaemin he quickly opened it up, finding something rather strange. He quickly called Jaemin, asking what the hell he had received.

“Oh, I like to call it the cupid grenade.”

“The what?”

“It’s my own special concoction. It’s like a love potion.”

“A love potion?”

“Yeah, it stimulates certain parts of the brain and what not. It’ll knock her out first while everything happens and when she wakes up, boom, she’ll be in love with the first person she sees. So it better be you.”

“Are you sure this will work?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve sold it to others before. Works like a dream, Nana guarantee.”

“If you say so.”

“Trust me, it’ll work. I wish you luck.”

    Taeyong tossed around the grenade in his hand for a bit, thinking it over. He trusted Jaemin, but he had no idea he had this side business of his. There was only one way to test it, but he had to be patient. He sat by the window with his binoculars, waiting to see you pass by. If he was gonna use the grenade he needed less attention, so he had to wait until night time, when you went home. As you walked passed that day he couldn’t help the overwhelming excitement, more so as you walked by looking around. Clearly looking for him, and his heart fluttered.

    He did whatever he could to keep busy through the rest of the day until it was finally time. He waited and watched anxiously for you to pass by, and then he saw you, this was the moment. It was just you and him, and soon you’d be together. He tossed the grenade out after pulling the pin, seeing it bounce a bit and roll at your feet before going off. A pretty pink fog suddenly appeared before slowly fading away. As all that happened Taeyong raced downstairs and outside, seeing as you were stumbling around and grabbing your head.

    He rushed over to your side, catching you before you fell to the ground. He was amazed to just be touching you in the moment, finally able to hold you after all this time. Once you had passed out he carefully picked you up and carried you to his apartment. He set you down in bed, giddy with excitement over finally having you. Of course he had to wait some more, but you were finally here with him and that’s all he could ever want. He tried cleaning up a bit, curious what you would be like when you finally woke up. Although he wound up just sitting on the floor watching you sleep until his time came.

“Hm…”

    As soon as he heard you waking up he jumped to his feet, getting up close to the bed and watching you. When you opened your eyes the first time you saw was pink, and then slowly registered the face of the boy watching you. He seemed familiar, but most of all he was very cute. You giggled, making the smile on his face grow even wider.

“Hello…”

“Hi. Do you know me?”

“Taeyong?”

“Yes! That’s me!”

“Hi.”

“Hi, gosh you’re so cute.”

    Taeyong couldn’t help himself, peppering your face with kisses, getting to hear you laugh for the first time. He loved it, he absolutely loved everything about this. Your smile, the way you looked at him, how happy you were. He got on top of you and hugged you tight, loving the way you hugged him back.

“You’re so perfect. I love you!”

“I love you too.”

[imaginativeamateur]

Table 9, Shoyu Ramen with Chashu and sesame seeds. Green tea served on the side.

[Gaara X Reader] Unplanned

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“So you’re not coming home today.”

It was not a question when you knew his answer would be the same, and it had been like this for the past week, even if today was Sunday.

Gaara hummed on the other side of the line, not fully paying attention to how you were struggling to contain your sobs while choking out the words. Before you said goodbye to him, his Advisor pushed the door open and rushed into his office.

“You need to attend a dinner today, Kazekage-sama.”

You could hear her voice through your call with your husband, and your body immediately tensed up. His Advisor continued, “I will come with you to provide the documents.”

“I’d appreciate that, thanks,” Gaara replied in an instant and whispered back at you, “gotta’ go, Y/N.”

With that, he cut you off promptly and turned to review the proposals piled on his desk.

After doing the dishes and cleaning your house thoroughly, you still had a long night ahead. Given that the weather was exceptionally pleasant tonight, you decided that it was worth taking a stroll around the village and visiting a friend of yours, who was running a successful restaurant not too far from your husband’s office. You could go pay him a visit on your way back, too, if by any chance he was there. Smiling at the thought, you quickly changed your clothes and headed out.

A stroll that you thought would be relaxing turned out to bring waves of uneasiness through your body. The closer you got to her restaurant, the dizzier you felt. Something kept nagging at the back of your mind despite your effort to rid of it, something you could not exactly pinpoint.

And the moment you passed the see-through glass panel of your friend’s restaurant was when you knew it.

You stopped your track abruptly, standing dumbfoundedly on the side of the street, staring at the two people sitting inside the restaurant. It struck you hard when the both of them were the two people you were awfully familiar with—painfully. A red-haired was sitting with his back to you, but you would always recognize this man—your husband, and the woman was no one else other than his Advisor. Recalling their conversation that you overheard earlier, your temple pulsated, and you felt your knees about to give up under your weight. The fact that they were sitting alone at a table for two sent the earth crashing beneath your feet.

You were deliberating whether or not you should make a turn and rush back home before tears streamed down your face or force your way in and reason with him, and your friend suddenly recognized you from inside. She happily called out for you, “Y/N, what are you doing standing there! Come inside, it’s cold out there!”

“I—,” you stuttered, glancing to Gaara’s table, and your eyes widened when he looked back at you, his expression unfathomable. “It’s fine, I was just passing by. I still need to make a trip to the g-grocery store.”

She walked outside with you and stood with both hands on her hips, frowning. “The store is closed right now because the owner had some urgent matters to take care of. Why don’t you just come inside before you get me to freeze to death out here?”

Her personality was always that of jubilance for being able to brighten the mood anywhere she went, but this time, you found it impossible to even bring your lips into a curve. Your friend quickly noticed your abnormal behavior and refused to let you stay outside any longer, dragging you into her restaurant relentlessly. But Gaara suddenly approached you both and pulled you with him, marching to a less crowded place of her restaurant. He gave your friend a nod before taking off, “Sorry, I need to talk to Y/N.”

“What do you want to talk to me about?” You tried to keep your voice even, but the hiccups between your words were obvious to him.

“It’s not like what you saw.”

“I know,” you swiftly wiped your unshed tears. “You don’t have to explain anything.”

“W-Were you crying?” Gaara lowered his head with worry, and you dodged his gaze, sniffling. He sighed, “I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s your work. I understand,” you cleared your throat and stepped away, “I didn’t mean to interrupt you and—”

“Y/N…”

“I need to go now.” You looked down at your feet and bit your lip, “You can go back and continue what you were doing.”

“There isn’t anything romantic going on between us.” He chased after you, but you did not say anything, still making your way out of the place. Gaara suddenly wrapped both arms around your waist tightly and pulled you into his warm embrace. “We were planning, well, a vacation—”

“A vacation?” Your heart throbbed at his testament.

“No, that’s not what I meant—”

“I know you’d be…helpless, Kazekage-sama.” Just then, someone suddenly cut Gaara off of his explanation. You raised your head up to find his Advisor standing in front of the two of you. She wore a big smile on her face, having no intention to contain the satisfaction of seeing her superior frustrated because he could not convey something as simple as… “Kazekage-sama wanted me to help plan a vacation with you next week.”

“What?” You were startled, breaking away from his grip to glance at your husband in bewilderment. “But he said he has work to—”

“He has been working overtime to save a full week off for you.” She chuckled, and your friend suddenly popped out from behind, nodding in approval. The Advisor continued, pointing to your friend, “We went here because we thought she might know what you like, but we didn’t know you’d also be here.”

“I had no idea you'd think that Gaara was cheating because there’s no way he would do anything behind your back.” Your friend admitted.

“I planned to keep this a secret,” the red-haired mumbled.

“I’m s-sorry for misunderstanding everything,” you apologetically whispered, tugging on his shirt.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he pecked your forehead lovingly. Then, guided you out of the restaurant with his hand around yours, not forgetting to give his Advisor and notice. “I think I’ll be starting my vacation a few hours earlier if you don’t mind. And thanks for the help!”

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[b0ther]

tags : drabble/one-shot idk. feminine pronouns, afab reader / royalty or kingdom au, inspired by kill the villainess, eating out, semi-public and clothed though they don’t have sex yet lol we’re gonna have to wait for part two, this was supposed to be short but i got carried away bye.

i’ve been reading a lot of reincarnation manhwas, and i can’t stop thinking about knight yuuta.

knight yuuta with tough, veiny, calloused hands, his fingers are long and pretty and knuckles are chipped with dried blood; a boy that spends his days practicing his swordsmanship against a dull dummy until the sun sets. knight yuuta who is then knighted by a duke’s daughter, whose lips are zipped with obvious intention to display her disinclination to be in the ceremony. knight yuuta who follows the lady home that night, three steps behind her at all times, and recognizes that the vicinity around her isn’t the one that he is welcomed in; knight yuuta who doesn’t speak of it or point it out either way.

“i don’t need a knight,” the lady then says one afternoon, eyes closed as she sips on her most favored flavor of tea under the bright sunlight. knight yuuta is sitting across her, eyes vigilantly watching her every move and ears perked up as if someone is going to ambush her in her own garden — he insisted that the lady enjoy her afternoon tea alone, you see, that he isn’t fit to be sitting on the same table as a lady. but she looked up at him with disinterest that struck his chest, questioning his loyalty to her. he immediately took the only empty seat on the round table.

the duke’s daughter, knight yuuta quickly learns, has a cute side to herself. she keeps him close to her, in the mansion and in the castle, even when she told him that she has no need of him to be around. she takes him to the market, and inside extravagant boutiques that he had never thought that he could enter. and though she has her own lady-in-waiting, she prefers discerning his opinion over hers. knight yuuta does not think of dresses often, and so he carelessly picks ones that he thinks would look best on his lady, and waits just outside the changing room.

but she drags him in, her touch delicate and unforgettable, it’s the first time he’s been touched by those soft hands — she smells of lemon cakes and roses; his lady closes the door and tells him to sit on a chair on the very back of the room. one servant argues — it would be improper for him to see you change, my lady — and she indifferently waves their reasoning away, “he is the only person in this room who has sworn his life to me, wouldn’t it be audacious of me to place my faith on all of you but not him?” as more complaints flows out of the servant’s mouth, his lady raises one hand to silence them and commands another to undo the laces of her dress. that day, knight yuuta learns of the boundaries the lady placed between them — he also learns that the lady has smooth, silky skin, and though his expression is unmoving as he watches her undress to her corset, both hands on his knees forms a fist.

neither knight yuuta nor his lady likes the crown prince very much. he came to learn that the person he is serving is second only to the crown prince, his lady’s inimical fiancé, and that she holds power and influent that most people would not be able to even imagine. knight yuuta knows his lady as one who is loved by all in the duke’s household — and how can one not? his lady, despite her frigid appearance, has the heart of gold that many claims to have, and he is convinced that no one in the kingdom is able to rival neither her elegance nor beauty. and so he wonders, day and night, how is her fate so ill that she is set to marry the wretched prince.

knight yuuta has not ever comment on the countless times his lady hides behind the palace pavilions, shielding herself from leering eyes as she continues to sob and wail quietly into her fragile palms. he has never seen her cry, at all times, he is on the lookout for people that are walking towards them — his gaze is enough to send them away — so that his lady’s dignity would not be tarnished any more than what that bastard prince has commit. he’d kill him, knight yuuta swears, if he isn’t the goddamned crown prince, he’d slit his throat wide open for making his lady cry.

why would anyone choose another woman than his lady? why would anyone openly flaunt their choice in picking arrogant and crude ladies to be their partner? doing so is one thing, but letting his lady catch them in the middle of coition is another. she is trying her best to fit in the mold of the perfect king’s wife, and the crown prince insists lazing around with no inch of grace in his body, even knight yuuta, who comes from a lowly origin, knows better than to exhibit infidelity even in a political driven engagement.

his lady asks him to accompany her to a nighttime tea one evening, and who is knight yuuta to refuse? the underlying sparks in her eyes isn’t present, her voice is low under flickering candlelight as she brings her cup to her lips. “you’re the only one i can trust, sir yuuta,” she says without precipitating movements, “you are my only friend.” that night, yuuta stabs his blade through the chest of a man who tried to bring a knife up to his lady’s face in her own garden. though his lady is unmoving, she lifts her gaze to the sky as the assassin breathes his last breath, “the crown prince has trivialized my knight.” as yuuta peers up at his lady, his eyes widen in overwhelming exalt — she looks magnificent.

trips to town has become a weekly occurrences for yuuta and his lady; her favorite hobby is to dress in regular clothings and prance down the marketplace, making him carry all her luggages. the downtown theater is her best loved place — a new short play every week is to be presented, with new songs and new tricks. his lady loves stories, and yuuta loves watching her eyes light up at every twist the play would offer. though that evening, his lady’s melancholic frown seeps pass her defenses, and he immediately recognizes the presence of the crown prince three rows under where they are sitting — in his arm is another lover yuuta does not recognize.

as his hand creeps to the hilt of his sword, his lady stood up. she is silent, as always, trying her best to not be the center of attention, as she makes her way out the exit. all thoughts of harming the crown prince escapes his mind — his lady is all that matters, after all. he follows her to the empty night streets, hand flying out to catch her wrist; yuuta disobeys his lady for the first time and did not let go even when she tries to pry him off. she refuses to look at him, and he understands, so he tugs her frail body towards his larger one, hand pressing her forehead against his chest.

“i don’t even love him,” as soon as he feels his lady’s sobbings, yuuta pulls them into an alleyway — he will not see her crying face, so no one else can do so. her fingers grip his tunic, tears sopping the material and yuuta can only rock them back and forth as a vain attempt in calming her down. “yuuta, i’m a-always doing my best, i-is that not enough?”

yuuta grits his teeth at the question — he’d kill the crown prince, he swears it. he pulls her from his chest, for the first time, he takes in the sight of her piteous face — her tear-stained cheeks are flushed, eyes swollen, and chest heaving. his heart clenches at the sight, and so, he closes his eyes and brings his large hand to cup her jaws, leaning down to catch her quivering lips with his.

at first, yuuta expects a harsh shove. he expects a slap on his face, or perhaps even a punch. he does not expect for his lady to be melting into the contact; all the tension on his shoulders fades away as he falls in deeper to the kiss, one hand wrapping around her small waist to hold her body closer to his. he can feel her hiccups as she raises her arms to snake around his neck, pulling him down towards her. yuuta knows that he should be careful when it comes to his delicate lady, that he should hold himself back as he is much stronger than she is; and he might have committed a sin when he thrusts her onto the wall.

he silently reprimands his excitement, and while he keeps each hand on her jaw and waist, his dark eyes peered down to his lady, waiting for her to rebuke his actions. but she does not comment on the cold wall or his daring decision — instead, she looks down to her feet, still trying to manage her hiccups, and quietly asks, “are you not going to kiss me again?”

splutters of apologies fly out his lips — he has kissed the crown prince’s fiancé, and while the fear of his own life is not present, yuuta fears for his lady’s. she turns away for a moment, her then erratic breath is now calm and slow, muttering something yuuta does not quite catch. she unhooks her arms from his neck, her soft touch traveling from his neck to the curves of his hard jaws. turning to look at him, shy and timid, his lady grips the base of the hand on her jaw with her smaller ones, tugging it off his face and placing it very carefully on the mound of her breast.

yuuta holds his breath.

the resilient lady keeps her eye contact — he doesn’t know how she does it — and presses her fingers on top of his, making him dig into the fabric and feel his digits drowning in the soft flesh underneath. yuuta does not say a word, he merely does what his lady tells him to do. “you can move,” her pliable voice whispers, and so he does. he takes the initiative to fondle her chest, stepping in closer as he admires how she fits perfectly in his wide palm. the fingers on his hand loosens; his lady takes one thumb to nibble between her teeth as yuuta continues to knead her mound, his breath hot against her face. he was so engrossed in her breast, that when his lady lets out a low sigh, he immediately pulls away.

at an instant, his eyes goes to her face — has he hurt her? he is greeted, however, by his lady’s flushed face (now for an entirely different reason) and her drool pooling on her thumb and on the corner of her pretty lips, threatening to spill out. has her lips always been this plump? yuuta feels his cock hardening against the restraining fabric of his pants as he thinks about how his kiss may be the one making her look so. . . amorous.

“sir yuuta,” his lady whimpers, and he almost flinched at how sultry the complaint sounds. she is so different from the lady he usually serves — so different from the usual bold and prideful woman that she is. yuuta raises his hand back to her chest and she lets out a sigh of relief; his lady looks so small as he towers her, so supple and pliant. is he allowed to do this? is he allowed to see her in such state?

she must have noticed his hesitation. her teeth let go of the thumb in her mouth and she slowly tugs the material of her long skirt to her chest. yuuta let go of her body completely and allows her to exhibit her smooth skin, the fat of her thighs making his head go dizzy even when he’s seen her change so many times. the reveal of her undergarments is slow, but yuuta doesn’t mind, not when his lady is revealing so much of herself to him — her laced underwear cups the shape of her pussy so well, that he almost convinces himself that it’s a sin to be staring for so long.

yuuta swallows the lump in his throat and squats before his lady, the case of his blade clashing against the ground. his face is just inches from her core, breath blowing against her warmth when his lady breaks his trance, “y-you can touch it. if you want.”

he may as well faints. yuuta looks up at his lady who’s intently staring back at him, tense from all that is happening. something tells him that she wants him to touch her, and so he raises one finger — just one, he tries not to be greedy — and presses that finger flat against the length of her slit.

“ngh—“

the responses are all so new for him. he keeps his eyes on his lady as her face rumples into an expression he has never seen her worn — it stirs something inside of him. he wants nothing more but to take his cock out and beat it to the expression she is showing him, but he doesn’t do it. instead, he waits for her cues while occasionally pressing harder on her mound.

“you—“ his lady takes his hand and directs him to a specific spot of her groin; yuuta can feel a bud nestling right there under her underwear, “—you can touch me there.”

yuuta follows her command, and he finds his heart drumming against his chest when his lady’s fingers immediately grips his hair. he places his free hand on her thigh — one he has been longing to hold — and continues pressing her down on the spot she had shown him while occasionally running his finger up and down her slit.

his eyes never leaves his beautiful lady’s face, only glancing to what is in front of him for a moment to see her undergarments getting darker in color when he feels his finger getting wet. yuuta swallows the lump of his throat again — she looks so ravishing, he must say, so inviting. it takes every fiber of his being to not do anything too rash, he wouldn’t want his lady to be uncomfortable around him, but he is only getting more and more close to her pulsating core. her little pants are music to his ears, her little moans of his name — and just his name. they both don’t know what to say in times like this, and yuuta feels content with his lady calling out to him with her velvety voice.

until, of course, something inside of him decides that it’s a good idea to press his lips against the fabric separating his finger and her folds. “yuuta—!” his lady squeals, fingers digging in his scalp as he continues to place flutters of little kisses on her drenched underwear, tasting the sweet slick of his beloved lady. she’s addicting.

yuuta shifts on his feet, angling his face so that he can kiss her better. he uses one finger to pull the fabric aside and let the cool night air breeze against her wet slit. his lady shivers, and he is sure that she is about to say something but his tongue races her, and takes one long lick in between her folds to let her juice run down his tongue. his lips settle on the bud he had felt earlier and slowly sucks on her glistening clit.

noises that his lady makes after he does that is different. though she was panting before, she didn’t do so in a way that is so. . . exhilarating. he is rock hard now, sucking on her throbbing clit, squelching sounds that fill him with delight entering his ears easily. she is so so wet, sopped in her own slick for him.

“y-yuuta—“

he loves her. he really do. yuuta does not lower the intensity of his sucking, and instead, only grips her hips to support her body against the wall once he feels her knees trembling from either side of his body. she’s muttering all sorts of things now, telling him how he feels so good, how his tongue is making her feel so hot.

“yuuta— i’m gonna, i—“

his sweet lady cannot finish her sentence — she is cut off by her own gushing, juice flowing to make a mess on his chin as he continues eating her out, tongue poking at the sensitive button between her folds. she’s trying so hard to keep her voice down, yuuta can tell, biting the back of her hand as she throws her head on the wall. her hips convulses so hard against his face, grinding down on him.

yuuta does not stop. he keeps on lapping up her cum, obsessed with the taste of her honeyed slick as he tugs on her clit softly with his lips, silently begging her to give him more.

“s’enough—“ his lady’s words fall on deaf ears, yuuta keeps slurping up her juice until she finally pushes his head away. “e-enough, sir yuuta!”

yuuta blinks up at her — drowning in the sight of her post orgasm: sweat drenching down her face and neck, chest heaving with massive draws of breath, her hair disheveled and messy (quite unfitting for a lady), and her face somewhat debauched. he made her look like that, a sense of burning pride flares up in his chest, he’s the only one to see his lady like that.

remnants of her juice dribbles down his chin on his throat, and yuuta unconsciously scoops it up with a finger to put in his mouth, indulging himself in another taste of her sweet slick. his lady sees this and looks away, muttering about how indecent he is being. he cannot help the small smirk slipping on his lips as he wipes his face free of her wetness. he stands up, not making a move though his eyes lingers on her chest — he stares longer, more than he usually would and wonders what would his lady’s tits look like under all these article of clothings, and would she ever let him suck on them.

she drops the skirt from her hand, crossing her arms under her chest — perhaps to tease him, or to coax him even further — as her cool expression returns to her face. she still looks embarrassed, face still flushed with her hair sticking firmly on her forehead with sweat, but yuuta does not point it out.

instead, he simply offers her his hand when she says, “take me back to the mansion.” he does not mention too, of course, the way she stumbles in her steps, slightly limping, as they walk back home.

[loki-hargreeves]

Loki x Reader - Welcome Home to Westview

Warnings: WANDAVISION SPOILERS, mentions of death, angst and fluff  Word Count: 2,8K Summary: You join Wanda when she drives to Westview. Next thing you know, you’re reunited with Loki who you lost years ago because of Thanos. He’s there to welcome you home 1950s style and make up for lost time.  Author’s Note: This was requested and I absolutely loved this idea. I hope you like it! <3

YOUR POV

When everyone came back, it had been a miracle. Everyone who had vanished during the blip. Everyone who had vanished when Thanos had singlehandedly taken away half of all life. Most people were happy to have their loved ones back. Most people got someone back. 

But that wasn’t your case, nor was it for Wanda. She came back into a world without Vision, you had to keep living without Loki. You always knew that he had died differently. Thanos had killed him and you had witnessed it. You should’ve known just how real it was, that he was gone. Seeing it should’ve been proof enough in order for you to move on and let go. Yet somehow, when the portals opened you had dared to feel hope. Deep down, you had hoped he too would’ve walked out of the golden gates with everyone else, but you had been wrong. 

He had never come back. 

You and Wanda had grown close during your time as Avengers. Recently, the two of you had grown even closer because of your shared grief. The two of you understood one another deeply and it connected you. 

That’s why you had joined Wanda today. She was headed to SWORD headquarters where they were keeping Vision’s body. Everything about it was unsettling and you too felt angry about it. Something about SWORD was fishy and you didn’t trust their motives at all, neither did Wanda. All she wanted was to have a funeral for the man she loved. 

You had agreed to wait in the car as she walked inside, but you kept glancing at the entry just in case you would have to walk in to support your friend. Time passed and eventually Wanda returned to the car alone. Even before she sat down, you could tell things hadn’t gone too well. She slammed the door shut and put her hands on the steering wheel tightly.

“Are you okay?” You were concerned for her well-being. 

Wanda didn’t reply immediately. Her eyes scanned the parking lot and then she looked at the papers she kept in the backseat. For a while, she seemed to be deep in thought and you decided not to push her. Eventually, Wanda faced you.

“There’s something I need to do,” She stated mysteriously.

“Do you want me to leave?” 

“No,” Wanda sounded sure of herself, “I would like it if you came with me, if that’s okay.”

Usually, Wanda handled things on her own. She would push others away and never ask for help. But this seemed different. She was willing to accept your support, and you were more than happy to be there for her; no matter what.

“Okay, I’m right here for you, Wanda.”

Despite how frustrated and upset Wanda felt, she managed to smile. It was nice to have you by her side during such difficult times. 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

                The car ride was long, but it didn’t feel like it. Wanda and you weren’t talking and the car radio filled the silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, yet you could tell that something had gone terribly wrong. Once Wanda was ready to talk about it, you would be there for her. For now, your presence was more than enough. 

Since you didn’t talk, you tried to focus on the songs on the radio to distract yourself from your own, deep thoughts. Sometimes, they would get the best of you and right now, you wanted to stay tuned in the moment, not in the past.

Eventually, you drove past a sign that said Welcome to Westview. It was a small town, but nice nonetheless. It looked old. Buildings were worn and the streets looked like they had been used for decades. The town had a lot of family-friendly places and small shops. You saw an old lady drinking coffee by herself and a man putting up flyers. No one seemed to pay too much attention to you as Wanda drove by everything slowly. You noticed that Wanda was eyeing the street names closely. Was she searching for something?

It didn’t take too long until Wanda took a turn to a street called Sherwood drive and slowed down the car, eventually coming to a stop. You noticed the foundation of a house that had once been there. The neighborhood around you was full of family homes and it had a very warm and cozy energy. As nice as your surroundings were, Wanda looked like she wanted to cry. 

“Can you stay here? I need to do something on my own,” Wanda finally broke the silence. How long had you been in silence? You weren’t sure. 

“Yeah. Just let me know if you need me, okay?” You wanted to reassure her of your support. 

Wanda just nodded and reached to the backseat to grab a paper. With one last glance at you, she got out of the car and closed the door. You sat comfortably on your seat and turned the radio on a little louder as she walked away. The song that was playing was familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your tongue on the name of it. The lyrics were beautiful and you found yourself relaxing to the melody.

“... If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do, is to save everyday 'til eternity passes away just to spend it with you ...”

Naturally, you were worried about her. Wanda hadn’t spoken about what happened when she tried to recover Vision’s body. Clearly, things hadn’t gone too well. Had she even been allowed to see him? 

As you sat there, you wondered how you would’ve felt if you had been in her shoes, if someone had Loki’s body and they wouldn’t let you have a funeral for him. Immediately, your gut twisted in disgust and pain. It seemed like a nightmare. 

For all that you knew, Loki was somewhere in space, in the middle of nowhere, all alone. When the Guardians had heard the distress signal, they had only found you and Thor. Loki was nowhere to be seen. All the debris from the spaceship had made it nearly impossible to see and navigate through it all. 

It had been years but it still hurt. Knowing he was left alone broke your heart, as if seeing him die hadn’t been soul crushing enough. You knew you would never get over losing Loki. He was and always would be the love of your life. Even if he wasn’t there, you always kept him in your heart. You were sure your very souls were connected. The love you had was just that deep. 

Curiously, you looked out of the car window just to keep an eye on Wanda. She was standing in the middle of the ruins with the paper in her trembling hands. You couldn’t see what it said, but you knew it was important because once she looked at it, she broke down into tears. The sight of her there, all alone in so much pain was awful. For so long, she had been strong and kept on a tough face, but she had reached her breaking point. All the pain, the anger, the misery, it had gotten the best of her. You knew exactly how it felt and your first instinct was to get out of the car and go there to comfort her. How could you just sit there when she was sobbing on the cold hard ground all by herself?

When you got out of the car and looked at Wanda again, she was standing. Her powers were growing around her and a bright red light made you squint your eyes. What on earth was going on?

“Wanda?” You called out for her worriedly, unsure whether she could hear you from so far away. Her powers grew stronger at an alarming rate. You could feel just how strong the magic was and goosebumps rose on your skin. Something was terribly wrong and you knew things were getting out of hand. Despite how dangerous it was to approach something so chaotic and powerful, you tried to reach her. You never did.

Wanda’s powers were explosive. In the blink of an eye, her magic poured all around her and covered everything and everyone in sight. You remembered seeing that signature scarlet shade all around you and then everything went blank. It all happened so fast that you didn’t even have time to be scared, nor to use your powers to shield yourself from hers. The red swallowed you completely with no warning. 

‘

             What happened?

   How did I get here?

                                              ,

You stood in front of Wanda and Vision’s house. Despite not remembering anything at all, you just knew that it was where she lived. Why were you just standing on her lawn? That was odd. You couldn’t remember getting there, but strangely enough, it didn’t bother you too much. You must’ve just taken a stroll and ended up at your best friend’s house. As strange as it was, you didn’t think twice about it.

With a smile on your face, you straightened the skirt of your silky dress and looked at your heels to see that they were dirt-free and shiny. After all, your outfit was brand new and you didn’t want to get the dirty right away, now did you?

“You look more beautiful than I remembered,” A familiar voice caught your attention. Your eyes widened as you stood there, now in shock. It had been too long since you had last heard that voice. 

“Do you not recognize me? Has it been that long?” Loki walked closer to you from behind. 

You turned around because you had to see him to make sure you had heard right. When you saw him standing there, you felt overjoyed. 

Loki was alive!

“Oh my god,” You could hardly believe your eyes. 

Loki opened his arms wide, inviting you to a hug. Once the initial shock passed, you ran into his strong and loving arms. Loki embraced you just like you remembered he had done before. His oh-so-familiar scent filled your lungs and you were drunk on him in an instant. Tears stung your eyes and you closed them, allowing yourself to sink into his touch and be fully enveloped by him once again. 

“I missed you so much,” You admitted and felt a warm tear rolling down your cheek, ruining your makeup but you didn’t care at all. Loki had seen you, all of you. With him, you could be completely vulnerable. 

Loki planted a kiss at the top of your head, then your forehead and the tip of your nose. His soft hands cupped your cheeks and you opened your eyes just to face him. His eyes were mesmerizing and dangerous. With just one glance, you were lost.

“I missed you too,” Loki let you know sincerely. You didn’t know where he had been, or why you had been separated. All you knew was that it had been years and now you were together again. That was all that mattered and you refused to think about the logic of it all. It felt like you could hope again. You could be happy.

A gentle breeze played with your skirt and with your hair. Loki looked like a god as he stood there in his black suit and tie, with his long dark locks swaying in the wind. Your heart was so full of love again and you felt happy, so happy that you kissed him.

Your lips collided sweetly and Loki kissed you back with such fiery passion that you felt as if your soul was on fire. The kiss was so romantic that you knew if a crowd would’ve been watching, they would’ve aww-ed. It would’ve brought people to tears. 

Eventually, you had to break the kiss so you could breathe. Once you did, both of you smiled like never before. Loki couldn’t let go of you and you didn’t want to let go of him either. 

“Let’s go home, shall we?” Loki proposed happily. 

Home. 

The word made your heart swell with affection. 

“I’d love that,” You admitted, your mind already thinking about all the possibilities. You shared a home and you could spend the rest of your lives there together. You could have your own little family. Nothing could come between you ever again. 

Loki offered you his arm for you to hold onto, which you gladly did. Together you turned away from Wanda and Vision’s home and began to walk to your own home. Somehow, you knew exactly where to go, like you had walked that path a million times before.

The walk was so relaxing. You and Loki held onto each other so comfortably and watched your neighbours, greeting them as you passed by. Everything seemed so peaceful; perfect. It was exactly where you wanted to be for all the rest of your days. 

“So where were you all this time?” You asked Loki curiously. After all, he had been gone for a while now. As you tried to think about it, you felt distracted by his touch and just the sight of him. It was almost like something didn’t want you to poke your brain with a stick, so you tried not to get yourself puzzled. 

Loki raised his eyebrows and hummed by himself, as if he had to really think about it in order to remember, “It’s a long story, my love. One I’ll tell you all about once we’re home. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a great dinner topic,” You hinted at him. Dining together was always the highlight of your day. 

It didn’t take long to walk from Wanda’s house to yours. After all, you lived on the same street. Your home was beautiful. It was spacious, so you and Loki wouldn’t outgrow it anytime soon. 

Loki let go of you and he rushed to open the front door to you. “Ladies first,” He smirked to you and then looked inside. 

“You’re such a gentleman,” You couldn’t help but to feel appreciated.  Loki treated you like a queen, he always had. Then you walked inside.

Your eyes adjusted from the brightness outside to the dim lights inside. Loki closed the door and then you were both home. The place reflected the two of you so well, in every little detail. Someone had lit the fireplace when you were gone and you assumed it was Loki’s doing. Now that you were behind closed doors, you could use your powers without being seen. 

“Did you-” Your sentence was cut short as you turned to face Loki again. He was standing behind you with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. The sweet gesture took you by surprise and you forgot what you were going to ask. 

“I know it isn’t much, but I want to make up for the time we lost. I hope this is the right path to your heart again, my love,” Loki explained as he handed the gifts to you, which you gladly accepted. 

“Oh Loki, thank you,” You were moved by the gesture. “But I need you to know you’ve always been in my heart, and you always will be.”

Loki seemed relieved to hear those words, “as will you be in mine.” 

Ding!

“What was that?” You were surprised by the sound that came from the kitchen. 

Loki grabbed your empty hand and placed a soft kiss on your skin, “I do believe you mentioned something about dinner.”

Yet another surprise. 

“When did you do that?” You were impressed by it all. He had really gone out of his way to make this day lovely - and you certainly weren’t complaining. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Loki replied with a grin and began to lead to you the dining room. You shouldn’t have expected any less from your husband.

“How very sneaky of you,” You rolled your eyes playfully. That’s when you noticed the lovely aroma in the air. Dinner smelled lovely and you hadn’t even seen it yet. Had he made your favourite? 

Loki pulled a chair back for you to sit on. As you sat down, the plates, the food and all that appeared on the table out of nowhere just like magic. Yet another trick, one that was very useful too.

Your eyes followed Loki as he walked around the table and sat down opposite of you. Just then, the setting sun shone through the curtains. It brightened up the room beautifully and highlighted every beautiful aspect of Loki, especially his eyes. The sun was shining on you and dinner was ready. 

“One more thing,” Loki remembered and quickly snapped his fingers, lighting the candles to set the mood, “now everything is perfect.”

He was right. Finally, the two of you were together under the roof of your home. What else could you have ever wished for?

“Perfect indeed.”

A/N: I hope you liked it! If you did, I would love to hear your feedback 🥺 I loved this concept so much that I want to write more, but for now I’ll keep this one short. 

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Somewhere Only We Know (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @the-craziestone story about Bucky x Reader, where Bucky is really obsessed with Reader - But not in a creepy way, more like he's really really in love with her and he can only see her, like she's his world Anon: can you do something with reader gifting Bucky Barnes the 3 Lord of the Rings books? They were published after WWII, and reader knows he liked The Hobbit so she thinks it's something he'd like

Words: 2943

A/N: this is pure fluff with no warning, also I changed a tiny bit the second request to fit the story - enjoy ;)

He couldn’t explain the sadness he constantly felt every time he was walking through the streets of the city he used to know by heart. A stranger in a strange land was the best way to describe him. More than seventy years had passed, and he hadn’t witnessed any changes. While he had been a puppet deprived of freewill and controlled with the sole purpose of killing, he had missed the birth of a whole new world. Now, as he strode around the streets, he could easily remember each of their names, but none of them were familiar. His mind remained in the 1940’s and in the middle of the noises, surrounded by the sound of first responders vehicles, the children running around and cars piling up on the road, he was a stranger in his own home. It was an unsettling feeling, a pining melancholy that reminded him in every step he made that his Brooklyn didn’t exist anymore. 

He was furious in a way, but mostly confused. Haunted by memories he had gotten back a second ago, and they didn’t fit this new reality. He wasn’t even nostalgic, but the loneliness was getting heavier every day. He could still picture the park he used to take his sister, the alley where Steve had gotten beaten up one day, the bakery his mother used to go to every morning. Treasure of souvenirs he would keep forever. And although the park, the alley and the streets names were still here, he was left alone walking down Brooklyn. 

“Hey, Y/N!” He heard a voice shouting. “Where do I put those ?” 

His head mechanically turned to a young boy carrying a heavy box of what looked like antics. Without thinking he crossed the road and when his eyes laid on the small shop, he gasped. There it was, one small piece of his past still here. It was an old bookstore he used to go to with his sister. The man, a friend, an immigrant from France with a thick accent, would let them stay for hours. Bucky loved reading to Rebecca. They would sit inside and she’d insist to hear The Hobbit. François, the man owning the store, would make coffee and stay with them, relating the stories he had heard around the world, telling them all about the France he had known. It was all still here. ‘Au Nom de la Rose’ was still here. 

He didn’t hesitate a second and rushed inside the place, an honest smile on his face. His eyes roamed over the room and he took a deep breath. It was just like he remembered, a place filled with murmurs and whispers floating above his head and through the roof, indistinct conversations between friends, huge windows bringing in a powerful light at this hour of the day, plants in almost every corner. Even the atmosphere was the same, this powerful smell of imagination coming from the laying books on the shelves, begging to be read, mixing with a distinct smell coming from the dust. The small couch and the old table he used to sit by with his sister were also there. The wooden pieces had many rough and sharp edges but looked just as smooth and clean as he remembered. Finally, his eyes landed on a woman there. He watched her rearranging a bouquet of daffodils, breathing in the perfume of the vibrant flowers as she tended to them meticulously. 

For some reason, he couldn’t look away. She felt familiar, like he had known her all his life, yet he had never seen her before. When she turned around he took an instinctive step toward her. She noticed, raised her head and that was the moment their eyes met. His breath caught in his throat when she smiled at him. He stood, frozen on the spot, staring at her. He couldn’t comprehend that instant connection. There was an inexplicable sense of excitement yet weird feeling that they had known each other forever, that they were meeting each other again after a long journey. He was transfixed, almost stuck by the confusing mixture of emotions but oddly comforted by them - all at the same time. 

“Can I help you ?” She asked him.

He surprised himself thinking there was something eerily calming about her voice, that he could listen to her for hours.

“Do I know you ?” He quickly wondered out loud, mentally facepalming himself for his lack of tact. 

“Shouldn’t I be asking that question ?”

“Why ?”

“You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes” She grinned.

“I’m … I’m sorry” He apologized profusely. “I didn’t mean to…” 

“Look weird ?” 

He could swear his heart skipped a beat when he heard her laugh.

“This place is beautiful”

“Thank you” 

“How long have you been working here ?”

“Forever” She smirked. “The store belongs to my family. Passed on from generation to generation” 

Bucky raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“You’re related to François Y/L/N ?” He questioned.

She tilted her head, crossing her arms.

“Now I’m intrigued” She told him. “How do you know about my grandfather ?” 

“We’ve met,” He answered without thinking. He rapidly realized his mistake when she narrowed her eyes in utter curiosity. “I … I didn’t mean … I mean … It was … It was a long time ago”

He gulped, hoping she wouldn’t push it. She looked him up and down, assessing him. 

“What’s your name, weirdo ?” She inquired, giving him a skeptical glance.

“Bucky. M’am” 

She smirked.

“Let me guess, a soldier ?” 

“How … ?” 

“You all have the same manners, and the same eyes”

“What do you mean ?”

She was now standing in front of him, staring at his face with the most adorable smile he had ever seen.

“You carry the same sadness and the horror you’ve seen” She replied honestly. “My father was a lot like that too” 

Her answer had the effect of a punch in the gut he hadn’t been expecting. He felt naked under her gaze, a stranger with the power to see through his soul.

“I’m Y/N” She introduced herself, raising her hand to shake his.

It was rare for him to smile truthfully but the unexpected bliss slowly growing made his lips twitch before he could even acknowledge it.

“Hi, Y/N” He greeted her.

She chuckled, amused. 

“Hi, Bucky” She murmured. 

After that encounter, he made a point of coming back as much as he could. He stayed for hours sitting on the couch, reading the same book over and over again. They shared quick words but he didn’t dare to start up a conversation, too afraid he would say something he shouldn’t, something that would scare her away. He was content like this. There was no Winter Soldier, no war, no fight, no one else than Bucky. Being next to this girl was in itself a medication for him. It made no sense but she was so bright and radiant. Like a magnet, he was sucked into an invisible gravitational pull toward her.

By the second week of him coming into the store, she started to notice the small marks of attention. He would come so silently she wouldn’t hear a thing, bringing a fresh cup of coffee he would lay on her counter when she wasn’t looking, replacing the daffodils before they could fade, carrying the heavy boxes filled with new books. When she wasn’t working, she would grab something to read and sit next to him. They would exchange a smile but wouldn’t talk. The proximity was enough. Their presence was louder than any word. A quiet routine they were slowly creating. 

By the fourth month, nothing had changed and that day was no different. Rain was pouring outside and the store was empty, except for Y/N and Bucky. Just as usual, he was reading in a corner while she was working. New stacks of books had arrived and she was methodically putting them on the shelves. Standing on a ladder, on the tip of her toes, she was so focused on the task she had failed to notice the soldier walking up to her. 

“Do you need any help ?” He offered. 

Surprised to hear his voice so close to her, she lost her balance and slipped. She yelped as her ankle hit one side of the ladder and automatically closed her eyes, anticipating the fall. She tried to brace herself but before her body could touch the ground she felt something cold holding her waist. Suddenly, instead of laying on the floor, she was against his hard chest, in a protective embrace. She recognized his arms around her and shivered at the odd coldness. He  felt it immediately and was quick to put some distance between them, making sure his metal arm was no more on her body and only his human hand was steadying her. 

“Are you alright ?” He questioned. She pursed her lips, trying not to show that she was hurt when she heard how worried he sounded. 

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine”

He looked skeptic but didn’t say anything about it.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” He apologetically told her.

He took the books scattered on the ground, putting them away, and helped her walk to the couch.

“You know, if the goal was to literally make me fall for you, I’d say you did a pretty good job there” She flirted, making him chuckle. 

He sat on the table in front of her and grabbed her calve, gently laying her leg on his thigh to assess the damage. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her blushing. It made him insanely happy to know he wasn’t the only one affected by their closeness. They tried not to look at one another, too embarrassed by the situation. This was the closest they had ever been and the touch on his skin on hers was more than enough to make her heart ready to jump out of her chest. When he clasped her injured ankle, she cried and instinctively pushed him back. 

“Fine, huh ?” He repeated her own words with a smirk.

She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“It’s not a big deal, Bucky” She reassured him. “I’ve got to get back to work”

“You’re not moving from this couch” He ordered.

“Is that an order, soldier ?” She ironically threw at him, crossing her arms in annoyance.

“You bet it is”

She watched him, intrigued, as he stood up and piled up some books on the table to put her ankle to rest on it. 

“No moving around, got it ?” He made sure she would follow his advice.

“Aye, aye, Captain”

He chuckled 

“Technically speaking, I’m not a Captain” He confessed as he continued what she had been doing earlier and started putting the books carefully on the right shelves. 

“Would you have preferred Sergeant ?” She replied, bitting her lips, unsure this was the wrong moment to admit she knew who he was.

He instantly stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around to stare at her.

“What did you say ?” He asked, more scared than ever.

Up until that moment, he had avoided telling her who he was. Becoming part of the Avengers meant his identity wasn’t a secret anymore, and although he had done a terrific job staying hidden among the mass of people, it wouldn’t have taken more than a little push to find who he really was. He stood in front of her, frozen, not having a clue how to react.

“Sergeant Barnes, isn’t it ?” She sounded nervous, almost frightened to say his name out loud.

“I… “ He tried to say anything, but as the rain kept pouring outside, slowly turning into a thunderstorm, he blankly stared back.

“Would you have told me ?” She whispered.

“Eventually”

She humorlessly snorted. 

“We’ve known each other for more than three months, Bucky. I see you practically every day. Be honest, eventually would’ve never come” 

“It’s not like that” He tried to explain.

“I’m not mad, don’t worry” She sadly smiled. “I just wish… I guess I wish you could’ve trust me” 

He rubbed his jaw in frustration and made a step toward her. Without breaking his gaze, he slowly took the glove off, revealing his metal hand. Still, he didn’t look at her, too afraid of her reaction. The cold metal had never felt so hot against his skin, a burning reminder of the stranger he had become.

“I didn’t want you to be scared,” He admitted in a broken voice. 

“Of you ?” She was surprised. “Why would I be ?”

“I’m not a good man, Y/N”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that ?” 

“You don’t understand…”

“The red box under the counter” She interrupted him. “Can you take it for me ? And turn the sign of the shop, we’re closed.”

He gave her a puzzled look, but did as she said anyway. He locked the front door and took the box she asked for before walking to her and putting it directly in her hands.

“Sit” She instructed him.

He didn’t dare to stay near her and chose to stay on an opposite chair.

“I found this a little after you and I met” She told him, motioning to the box. “It was in the basement, hidden under old junks my parents had kept over the years”

He let her speak, not understanding where this was going or why she was telling him about that. She slowly opened the mystery box and took a small envelope out of it. It looked old, so old the paper had turned into a deep shade of yellow.

“My grandfather wrote this” She confessed. “In 1957. It’s addressed to Bucky and Rebecca Barnes. I believe it belongs to you” 

She handed him the letter that he took with shaky hands.

“How did you… ?” He started to ask.

“It was a long shot,” She explained. “The first time you were here, you said my grandfather's name like it meant something to you. Like you really knew him. When I found the box, and the envelope, I didn’t make the connection with you right away. But your name was all I needed to start my research. My parents kept pretty much everything so it didn’t took me too long to find an old photo with you and him, back in the 1930′s” 

He wasn’t moving at all when she showed him a picture François had taken of them right before he was enlisted. 

“I wanted to wait for the right time to tell you, I guess. I mean, you have enough ghosts as it is”

“Still not scared ?” He inquired in a humorless chuckle.

“Not one bit” She didn’t hesitate to reply.

She softly smiled and motioned for him to come closer. When he sat next to her, she moved the box from her lap to his. 

“We were friends, François and I” He recalled, his eyes glued on the letter. “He was married to Eloise. This bookstore was their treasure. He kept repeating that I shouldn’t go to war when I could stay hidden under the pages of books that would take me around the world without risking my life”

She took his metal palm between her fingers when she heard his voice breaking. He almost tried to remove it but she tightly entwined their hands together.

“Maybe he was right” He muttered under his breath.

“Or maybe you and I were meant to meet almost a century later” She shrugged.

He snorted before turning around the envelope to open it. Y/N gently laid her head against his shoulder and let him read in silence. She didn’t move when she felt his body shaking with tears but only held his hand harder.

“They’re originals, from 1954 I think. He kept them for you” She told him as he slowly took what was in the red box. A set of three old books. “Why Lord of the Rings, though ?” 

He laughed,sniffing, before brushing the tears off his face and staring down at the woman. At that very moment, he felt like the journey was done. His soul had stopped the search it had been on for a time that felt like forever. Like a century. 

“My sister and I, we used to come here often,” He said in a melancholic grin. Sorrow was finally starting to be replace by something much better, happiness. “We would sit on this very couch and she would make me read the Hobbit. She used to love that story so much.”

“How many times has she make you read it ?” The woman smirked.

“Enough to remember every single word” He exaggerated, making her giggle. “When I told François I was leaving, he said he would send me books to help me travel away from the war, even just for a moment. I guess he kept them, hoping I would come back. Even after I was declared dead” 

“Maybe deep down he knew you weren’t”

“And he planned this whole meeting with his granddaughter ?” He ironically added.

“Oh no, that was beyond him. That was fate, Barnes”

“I was meant to find you” He agreed, a deep feeling of love and utter contentment forming in his heart. He bent his head down and let all he needed to say be spoken through the kiss they shared. 

“Will you read it to me ?” She playfully requested.

Overflowed with joy, he smirked and kissed her forehead before opening the old book on his lap. There it was, the only choice he needed to make. The only home he had yearn to create. Her. 

[jortsaaaaaaart]

To Be Forgotten Amongst Friends chp1

Omega! Reader x avengers

Hello all! I revamped my story "ikaros" and this is the new story! Also the name is long rip.

Trigger warnings (later chapters mostly)- ptsd, noncon, kidnapping, human experimentation, Stockholm and lima syndrome

The following chapters will be posted on- https://archiveofourown.org/works/33890977     (seriously- may not post here that often cause i hate the tagging system- go check out ao3)

It's a beautiful day in New York and you're a terrible, no good, thief. 

You were considered New York’s very own Robin Hood. Two hundred ATM robberies in two years, the money flying out of the machines and into the hands of people who needed it. The banks, collectively, had lost over $300,000 from the ATMs alone. But of course, it wasn't just the ATMs. A rash of robberies had spread over the East coast. Most were digital, companies funneling their own money to offshore accounts that wanted nothing to do with U.S. intervention. The FBI were notified, then the CIA, and eventually- after a daring cyber attack against the DOD- SHIELD itself turned it's one eyed gaze onto you.

Nick Fury saw something the other agencies didn't. You had certain gifts that made your line of work incredibly easy. Whether they were natural mutations or some sort of superpower, they allowed you to break into some of the most secure networks known to man. He had almost found you when SHIELD fell and his resources vanished. After the dust cleared he was forced to start from scratch. Hunting you and the remnants of Hydra down at the same time wasn't easy, but, in a strange twist of fate, he found someone else that was searching for you too.

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New York was filled with so many people. Most of them were good, in your opinion. (Well, maybe half, actually.) You spent most of your off time working on "projects" or walking around the city. You had become a fixture at the local Bodega. Single omegas were extremely  rare, marked single omegas were almost unheard of. The mark gave you certain freedoms other omegas, sadly, didn't have. It drove away most potential suitors and the ones who were particularly bold would be given a taste of your powers. Once the burrow had gotten used to your presence they saw you as a generous person, but a secretive one. Someone who took no shit even with their designation. You gave to the community and different Omega rights groups in the area. After years of watching you quietly go about helping people you had been welcomed into the burrow's heart with open arms.

You loved helping people in your own way. You loved it just as much as you hated corporations and the police, but when you could make an ATM spew it's contents out into the poorest streets of Brooklyn or make Fox News send a million dollars to Planned Parenthood, you could have the best of both worlds.

At least, for a time. All good things had to end, right? That's what you told yourself as the redhead picked her way through the crowd towards you. 

Seeing an avenger in your neighborhood was an odd occurrence. It was a poorer part of town, untouched in the battle of New York, and too out of the way for any super villain origin stories. In fact, you seemed to be the only mutant in the entire block. You'd always thought, if someone was going to come for you, it would be a couple of FBI agents and not the fucking Black Widow. Your brain and heart went into overdrive as you tried to remember doing anything worth the avenger's time. But there was nothing. The DOD hack had been almost a year ago and all you did was release government files showing attacks on civilians overseas. It hardly seemed like an avengers worthy crime, especially when Black Widow herself had leaked government secrets before.

Any hope of her not not looking for you was dashed when her eyes locked onto yours. She tilted her head, asking a silent question. 

The burst of adrenaline sent you careening through the lunchtime crowds. You couldn't feel anyone on the rooftops but there was a large form blocking your path, trying to box you in. They were stronger and faster but you knew the environment. You ducked into Charlie's, your sneakers skidding on the asphalt as you took the sharp turn. The person behind the counter lazily looked up as you walked to the back. They knew you well enough to not care, they also weren't paid enough to care. The alley would open up into a busy side street. More people meant a better chance to blend in and get away. You were almost to the end when the door opened behind you. Black Widow and fucking Captain America stepped into the alley. For a moment the three of you stood in something akin to a standoff. 

You felt wildly undressed for this life-threatening situation.

"We just want to talk, (Y/N)" Captain America told you, hands raised. The unmistakable stink of an alpha radiated from the captain. You were momentarily thankful for your mark dulling its effect on you. Though, the blonde's scent was tinged with something hauntingly familiar. Something you didn't want to recognize.

Behind him, Black widow's free hand went to her ear. "Target is in the alley between 31st and 32nd," A twitch of your finger and the line went dead. Her hand dropped to the gun at her hip.

"I'm feeling pretty under equipped for this 'conversation'," You replied, slowly raising your hands as well, wondering if they could feel what you were doing. They didn't react and you slowly let your power seep from you.

Natasha was the first to react, drawing her gun and spinning around. Steve looked at her with confusion as her wide eyes scanned the alley as if she was seeing ghosts. She was afraid he realized, a cold feeling settling in his stomach. He moved towards her and you took off running. You felt him hesitate then take off after you, gaining on you with an embarrassingly low number of strides. You tried your powers again, stronger this time, but his focus was unwavering. He was almost to you now and you were running out of options. That’s when the alpha in him came out.

“Omega!” He snarled, “Stop!” Your feet slowed down immediately. It wasn’t as strong as your own alpha’s command would be, but the super soldier certainly commanded respect and obedience. You were forced to stand still, eyes burning holes in the asphalt, as the alpha’s footsteps grew closer. You really didn't want to do this but it looked like you had no choice. Your jaw clenched, and you spun around when his hand grabbed your arm. The blonde's eyes widened as you placed a palm to his chest. 

He barely had time to glance down at your hand before the electricity hit him.

The 1,000 volts you sent into him were supposed to stun him or send him flying, allowing you to escape. However, his muscles spasmed just a bit stronger than you intended. In an instant his grip crushed the bones in your arm and sent the two of you careening backwards into a brick wall. Natasha would find you a moment later, passed out on top of the super soldier, a sizable hole in the wall.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, a few blurry white shapes milled about in the corners of your vision. You couldn't remember how you got here, or where here was. All your senses seemed to be dulled. Your wrist was throbbing and each time you opened your eyes the room came in and out of focus. You closed your eyes, opting to ignore the funhouse effect and focus on the sounds around you. The beeping of the monitors, footsteps on concrete, and two low voices.

"She's alright, Buck, I promise." Steve's voice wavered in and out of your consciousness bringing with it the memory of how you got into this bed. "She did something to Nat and ran before I could explain. I wasn't expecting her powers to be so strong."

"I should have come with you," Another voice snarled. Your heart skipped a beat at the low growl. You knew that voice. It evoked a sickening combination of need and terror and you couldn't remember why. "She wouldn't have gotten hurt if I had. What idiot doesn't know omegas are fragile?!"

"It was an accident!" His voice raised slightly before sighing. "I know you're worried, but she's fine."

The scent you had smelled on Steve earlier swirled around the room. Metal and burning pine, it affected you just like the voice had, triggering both panic and yearning. You knew it somehow. The memory was there somewhere, tucked away where it couldn’t hurt you. Where it should have been forgotten.

The scent grew unbearably strong as he leaned over you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. When he pulled back he wasn't expecting his eyes to catch yours. 

His expression softened as soon as he realized you were awake. "Omega," Bucky whispered reverently. Stormy blue eyes stared down at you with love and adoration, watching the color drain from your face. "Doll?" 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you could hear the panicked beeping of the machines and Steve trying to calm you down. But it didn't matter. All that you could feel was the need to get far, far, away from this man. You didn't know how you knew him but you knew he was dangerous. You knew he had hurt you. That's why, as he reached out to gently cup your face, you slapped his hand away. 

"Get away from me!" You gasped, voice breaking. You scooted back and tried to back up as far as possible. Your shaky legs barely held your weight as you slid off the bed. Pure terror coursed through your veins, it was the only thing keeping you on your feet. You found yourself pressed into the corner of the room while the men stared at you in shock. Steve and Bucky gaped like you had just told them the Germans had actually won WWII. Eyebrows knit together, blue eyes wide and frantic, Bucky looked like he was in emotional turmoil.

“(Y/N), doll, it’s okay. It’s me. It’s your alpha.” Bucky reached out to you carefully as a low purr rumbled from his chest.

You felt the purr relax you and dull your senses even more. It was nauseating. “I don’t have an alpha! And I don’t know who the hell you are!” You tried to shout and grit your teeth but the words came out in broken sobs, betraying your weakness. Who was this? Why was he the most terrifying thing you had ever seen?

Your teeth were bared at this point but the man kept coming towards you. The tunnel vision and rapid shallow breaths were the only warnings your body gave you as it reverted to its animalistic omega framework. Bucky watched as, in slow motion, your eyes went blank as your body gave out. 

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Your alpha held your body to his chest in disbelief. He had expected some shock at seeing him but this went far beyond his expectations. It had been over three years since he'd last seen you. Since he'd last been able to drink in your scent. He'd figured you might not recognize him at first. He had changed a lot over the years. No longer under Hydra's control his physical appearance, demeanor, and scent had changed. But your body should've known your alpha. 

"What was that?" Steve asked. "Why did she react like that when she has your mark?" The two alphas were on edge. Seeing a vulnerable omega drop triggered their protective instincts. Steve desperately wanted to take you and hold you close, ease you out of the drop. If the alpha holding you was anyone other than his closest friend and packmate he would have ripped you out of his grasp immediately. For now he'd have to hold himself back.

"She didn't remember me." Bucky nuzzled his head into your neck, nursing your mark softly. After a moment he pulled back and gazed at your unchanged features. He couldn't wake you from this drop that easily. He pressed in harder this time, teeth lining up with the scar perfectly, but there was still no change. No purr, command, or bite was waking you up.

"We should let her rest, Buck. The pain meds will wear off soon and we'll try again. . . Bring her to the den. She'll need to get used to everyone's scents sooner or later." Steve laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. It was a gentle but firm suggestion. He knew tensions were high, the den, with it's heavy curtains and plush blankets, would calm down his friend and the omega. With little argument the brunette lifted you up and carried you to the den. It was aptly named and extremely well constructed thanks to Stark. Curtains blocked off all light from the windows, mattresses were inlaid into the ground, and the temperature was always cool. It was one good thing about being in a pack with that narcissist, Bucky thought dryly.

Steve led them into a cozy corner of the room. The captain hummed happily as they moved the pillows and blankets, creating a makeshift nest for the three of them. The feeling of the omega pressing into his chest was addictive. He couldn't wait for you to remember your alpha.

The sooner you remembered your bond with Bucky the sooner the rest of the pack, Steve included, could court you.

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Doing that future together prompt with Keqing would be really nice :)

Your Future Together with Keqing

Characters: Keqing x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ahh thank you for the request, I hope this was the prompt you were referring to?  🥺

Link to prt. 1

• The biggest flaw in Keqing’s personality was her sense of independence, she thought if she were to have children she would inadvertently neglect them. Therefore she didn’t see herself fit to be a mother let alone a wife suited for you. 

• Keqing is a perfectionist. Because of her high regard for her own family, she’d expect the same from the family she was hopeful in creating with you. When she saw her own children gleefully running down the streets of Liyue she couldn’t be happier.

• When faced with the revelation, her fears about not being a good mother would disappear. Seeing as you all seemed happy in this mirage, she must be going on the right path and developing as a person suited to nurture your children.

It must’ve been only a single instant where Keqing blinked and was transported to a different version of her universe, one that was ahead of her time. She looked around and saw the architecture of Liyue Harbor that she had coordinated before, altered. Her brows furrowed in confusion, was she daydreaming? she thought.  

Until she heard a voice similar to hers in the distance, on the street stood a more mature version of herself. What surprised her the most was the figure beside her, it looked like none other than you. She could recognize that goofy persona of yours anywhere no matter the given circumstances, it still put her to ease with just the sight of it.

In your hands, it seemed you were carrying a toddler, one with lavender hair similar to hers and her aqua-colored earrings. As the couple passed her she felt her heart skip a beat, this must’ve been a dream. No way life would grant her such a perfect future so easily. Not without trial. Desperately looking behind her once more to get another glimpse at the family, she saw the toddler’s eyes. Cat-like pupils which reaffirmed her suspicions that this was indeed her future.

She wanted to call out to you, to her future self, to her future child, but her throat ran dry as the desert. She wanted any bit of advice on how to reach this point before something went wrong. The child on your shoulder looked at her intently, and gave a toothy giggle, calming her nerves and any feelings of unease. 

She wanted to reach out for the toddler’s small chubby hands. If only it would permit her to she would’ve sprinted at this instant. She didn’t pray to Rex Lapis, this couldn’t only be the work of a miracle derived from an Archon. She was determined at all costs to make this “daydream” a reality, even if it cost her much of her morality. 

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and i'd give up forever to touch you

chapter seven. opening up, inside and out.

Summary: Wilbur joins you on a late drive and knows you better, finding out just how fast he is becoming attached to you.

ao3 link. ~2.1k words. masterlist.

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he’s sitting outside, on the curb when you pull up in a compact car, music pulsing through the speakers and when you roll down the window, the volume too, and smile at him with half-awake eyes, he’s up in an instant, heart racing when he thinks back to just moments before.

to the moments when he doubted the continuity of your friendship, where he was so resolute that you would abandon him once he would become comfortable, once he showed himself to you completely.

you don’t give him a chance to think that again as you leaned over and gestured for him to get in, “it’s cold wilbur, get in,” you chortled as he scrambled to his feet, as if he forgot to move for a second. giving the door a solid shut, he rolled the window up and moved the seat back a little, feeling more awkward than the cold you had warned him about outside.

“thanks for coming with me, will, i was going nuts with how quiet it is.” you offered little more than turning up the music as you pulled into the street.

“is there something... troubling you?” he asks, keeping on the dim light on the road, the sparse cars that pass them by.

you exhale deeply, eyes trained on staying in the painted lines on the road. “doing this cover and its responsibilities have dawned on me, and trying to figure out if this will be worth it- worth scheduling weeks, maybe months of time to even reach maybe the first two minutes, with our own two parts. maybe we should think about making it simpler, narrow it down to a piano and vocal duet, or a single guitar and-” you cut yourself off, pulling into the lot of a closed-down store, one of the few in this college-centric town.

“is that what you want to do?” you turn to him, your face sullen and eyes wandering over his figure, like he didn’t need to show himself at all, and that you saw him as he is already. and you had no qualms about what you saw.

“no, i don’t want just a simple cover, done in three sessions and- and have not a single drop of substance behind it. i want to feel the love sewn into frequencies every time i listen to it, i want to feel-”

you cut yourself off before smiling at him, “i want to feel alive when i hear it, because i know that’s how good it could be.” you trail off, looking out towards the windshield. “and i’ve only felt truly alive when making music, alive in a way that is beyond the pulse of my beating heart, you understand that, don’t you?” he stares into your face and finds it.

he sees you, bearing your true intentions behind this project. he wonders if you’re trying to share this intimate experience you feel with music with him.

he wonders how special you find him to want to share such a thing with him only.

“i don’t think i’ve ever felt it.” he admits.

“not even when you wrote your songs?” you question, head tilting to lie against the headrest.

he shakes his head, “i wrote those songs to help me cope with my life, something i didn’t understand at the time.” he wonders if you’re trying to do the same.

“i could show you, if you want, but fair warning, you’ll get addicted to the feeling.” you joke, and he smiles, but he knows you’re serious in the offer. with this cover, you’ll probably show him something he won’t forget for as long as he lives. it’s curious to see if he’ll survive it. “well- now that’s off my chest, how about some early morning mcdonald’s?” you say, as if trying to cut the thick layer of intimate honesty about oneself into diced cubes.

he blinks but you’re already driving to the closest mcdonald’s before he has a chance to respond. and you’re reaching into the cup holders, holding out your phone to him and telling him a pass-code. “play some music, it’s connected to the bluetooth already. or a podcast, though you don’t seem like the guy to listen to podcasts to me,” you speak and you’re giving him a quick grin before turning back to the road.

his heartbeat quickens when holding your phone, knowing your pass-code and knowing you have this solid trust in him to have given both to him. even if you didn’t know he has had thoughts that are dark in nature, it was.. exciting to say the least, he would almost say heartwarming.

but he does what you’ve asked of him, opening up the green music app and typing in the name of a song he thinks you might like.

though, when it plays out in the speakers, you spare him a glance. “you like sleeping at last?” speaking as though you were leaning towards dislike.

“is it- is it bad?”

you clicked your tongue, “not bad, just-” you hum, giving a soft laugh, “-just curious, didn’t think you’d like them, is all. we’re still new to each other, and yet, it feels like we’re old friends reconnecting.”

“you’re a big part of that, to be fair.” he folds his arms and tucked his back adjacent to the window and seat, turning to look at you fully.

you shrug, pulling into the parking lot and into the drive-thru. turning the music down as you rolled the window down, you give him a short look and he is turning his eyes on the painstakingly bright menu.

telling you what he wanted, you nod, and talk to the exhausted employee over the speaker about y’all’s order, pulling up into the second window.

reaching towards the back you are surprised to see will holding out a card towards you, you meant to deny it but he nudges it in your hands, and you just hand it towards the employee. the next few minutes are quiet, waiting for the food and handling both it and the drinks towards the passenger, passing the receipt and card back to the owner, and you drive off.

finding another empty lot, with a little less buildings in the area, you two begin to eat in the quiet of the night, sleeping at last smoothing out the edges.

when you crumple the wrapper in a ball, and toss it in the bag, you turn to face will yourself.

he faces you too when he’s done, trying not to show how the intensity of your stare is affecting him. “can i help you?” he asks, turning his gaze to the time. 2:47.

“this is the longest time we’ve spent talking to each other, and i realize you have a nice voice speaking as well as singing.” his mouth opens a little bit and his skin heats up more than any properly working heater.

“thank you- i guess?” he’s confused, he knows that, it’s on what he’s flustered about is the confusing part. is it the fact no one told him he has a nice voice, generally? is it the fact that it’s late and you must be focusing hard on his voice to stay awake? or is it the fact that you’re looking past his defenses once more and seeing him as he is? your honor, he’ll say it’s probably all three.

“you’re welcome.” and that’s when he focuses on you. you’re wearing his beanie, his jacket, and some shorts that ride up your thighs. and as you turn your gaze to your phone, turning it on to change the song probably, he glances at your collarbone. bare, save for his jacket. were you only wearing his jacket on your torso?

picturing you without it was already a bad idea, but imagining what he’d do to you like that- he moves his head forcibly, staring out into the darkness.

“do you want to go home or do you want to come over? rosie won’t mind you being there as long as we’re quiet because i don’t know what it is about you but-” you yawn, covering your face, “-i’m getting too tired to drive but you’ve only just gotten here, so, whatever you decide is pretty good with me.”

he thinks about going home alone, and slipping under the cold and unkind covers, shivering till the blankets warmed. and then he thinks about going home with you, and possibly sleeping on the too small of a couch for him and you there with your comfortable, soft ambiance. thinks about rosie waking the two of you up in the morning in her pajamas, making or picking breakfast up.

and he offers to drive for you, leaving you to doze off in the passenger side with piano notes trailing off in your ear.

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parking in front of the dorm building, he leans over to shake your shoulder only to falter in his movements, your hunched over figure leaning against the window and your breath fogs the glass.

then you’re stirring awake, and you’re blinking the sleep away from your eyes and you’re looking right at him, for the third time, and he doesn’t know if he should be endeared by it or frustrated on how you can see him so easily.

but he’s turning the car off and walking around your car to open the door, helping you out and letting you lean on him for a second, never mind his skin itching to burn. you two walk to your dorm, unlocking it in the silent hallway.

the door creaks slightly as you push it open and aside, “you can have the couch or the bed, i’m too tired to care,” you walk to the kitchen and you open the doors to find something to drink, will recognizes it as an apple juice container. “though, you should try my bed, it’s too good to be true,” seeing will’s face you wave at him to follow you, though your movements sluggish, you prove you’re still conscious.

pushing your bedroom door open, he finds the papers from earlier stacked and he finds you hopping up onto your bed, with the apple juice between your legs and you patting the space next to you. he doesn’t make nearly the amount of effort you put in to sit beside you, and he begins to regulate his breathing to calm down, being near anybody really would put someone like him in a tizzy, he rationalizes.

“after i finish this, i’m going to pass out, you can do the same wherever.” and in a much more alarming speed, you chug the half-full container and cover your mouth when you’re done, giving a slight burp. “and i won’t say i told you so,” your lips lift up as if you meant to smile briefly but you were too tired to commit to the action.

leaning over to put the jug on the desk, you are left with shuffling in your spot until you’re covered by your blanket with your feet underneath will’s legs.

“night, wilbur, see ya in the morning,” you mumble to yourself mostly, but he hears you and he mumbles something similar, leaning his head against your wall and arguing with himself internally.

he has a chance, now.

when he looks straight at the dresser, he can see the camera, almost tauntingly.

though what sends chills down his spine isn’t your cold, uncovered feet touching him, no it’s the fact that the things he moved to cover the device, they’re gone and it’s almost noticeable.

it wouldn’t be hard to miss and it’s the fact that if he does take his chance and move it, you’ll know it was him. know that he was the one to put it there and take it away.

and then you’ll hate him, cut him off, take him away from the project, keep rosie away from him, and so much more. and nights like these won’t happen ever again. he won’t get these quiet moments with you, won’t get to appreciate a person like you.

so as he leaves to grab a blanket from the linen closet, and pads his way to your room, he decides that he’ll leave the cameras there, and he’ll take his chances.

maybe in a few months he can take it and put this whole thing behind you two, maybe you never even noticed it.

whatever happens later, he thinks, at least he had this night with you, tucking himself under the blanket and curling just nearly against you, and he feels at home next to you.

is that what you are, though? home? he wonders as he listens to your breathing for a few minutes, thinking that’s what you’d had to be. so open, so warm, and so comfortable to be around.

even if you hadn’t meant for it to happen, wilbur was swiftly becoming dependent, some would say addicted, to you and everything you’ve offered him.

but that would be a problem for a future will.

for now, he would sleep. and he would do it next to you. his worries can set themselves aside for a few hours.

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Authors Note: A Jiang Fengmian based AU where everyone survives. 

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The thing is, is that his wife is almost right.

Almost.

Jiang Fengmian did find and bring Wei Wuxian to Yunmeng because of old love.

But it wasn’t Cangse Sanren. He had been in love long before she came down from the mountains.

And Wei Wuxian smiles and laughs and jokes just like his mother but…

But sometimes…

When he’s quiet. When he’s focused. When the light hits his face just so…

Well his wife is almost right.

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His son is just like his mother, in both looks and personality.

His wife accuses him of being hard on him because of this.

She’s almost right.

But he’s not hard on his son because he’s like his mother. It’s because he’s not enough like his mother.

Jiang Fengmian is hard on Jiang Cheng because his son is just a little too much like him.

Jiang Fengmian had been arrogant once too. He had once believed the words of a man who swore to be by his side forever. He too had once taken that man for granted.

He watches Jiang Cheng angrily shove Wei Wuxian’s arm off his shoulder and walk off in a huff. Wei Wuxian laughs good-naturedly and follows, apologies spilling from his lips like music.

It shouldn’t.

It shouldn’t.

But the scene burns something hot in Jiang Fengmian’s gut. Something like jealousy makes its way up his spine.

He had been like that too, once.

He too had walked off angrily, knowing – trusting – someone to follow.

Jealousy worms its way up his spine but so does worry.

He’s hard on his son, because he loves his son. If he can, he wants to save Jiang Cheng from the heartbreak of walking off and turning around only to find himself alone. He wants to save Jiang Cheng from heartbreak. From regret. From loneliness.

He wants to save…

(himself)

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Wei Changze was quiet and steady and handsome.

Jiang Fengmian can’t remember when he fell in love with him – even in his earliest memories, he’s already in love with Wei Changze.

Wei Changze had always been endlessly patient with him. Always protecting him and guiding him and forgiving him.

But Jiang Fengmian had been arrogant too once, and love didn’t stop him from taking Wei Changze for granted. And he had been so easy to take for granted.

Wei Changze, constant and never-complaining; Jiang Fengmian just always assumed that he would be there. He thought that they had an understanding.

Wei Changze would serve Jiang Fengmian always, and Jiang Fengmian would love him always.

He thought they had an understanding. It’s embarrassing now to remember how foolish he had been.

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Jiang Fengmian goes back for his wife, and somehow – somehow – they make it out with their lives.

He wakes up in a small, musty hut, his daughter tending to him.

“Father is awake!” she cries. She tries to help him up with her thin arms.

He looks around the hut. His wife is propped up across from him, staring at him with hooded eyes. His son is tending to her. They are all dirty and bloody and worse for wear, but they’re alive.

He had been sure that he was a dead man. He had been prepared to die in Lotus Pier.

“How…?” he asks, his voice raspy from disuse. Yanli puts a cup near his mouth and he drinks hungrily. The water soothes his throat. “How did we get here?”

“A-Xian,” Yanli says and her voice breaks at the name. Tears stream down her face. “It’s A-Xian, father. He – he did something.”

“A crude body transfer spell,” his wife says suddenly, disdain dripping from her voice. She points at two dark spots on the floor of the hut. “He most likely switched our bodies with two corpses from the looks of it.”

His wife reaches behind her and pulls a talisman to show him. He feels Yanli rip something off his own back as well.

He looks around the hut.

His son. His daughter. His wife.

“Then where is Wei Wuxian?” he asks.

Jiang Cheng’s face crumbles at the question. Fat tears drop from his eyes and his lips tremble. “It’s my fault,” he says, his voice warbling pathetically. “I was so angry – I blamed him! I gave him no choice but to go back.”

Jiang Fengmian doesn’t feel completely in his right mind yet. He’s still reeling from having woken up when he was sure he was a dead man. He doesn’t understand what Jiang Cheng is trying to say. “Be more clear!” he says impatiently, “Where is Wei Wuxian?”

“Where do you think he is?” his wife answers sharply, her mouth lifting in disgust. “Do you think these talismans were placed on us by the Wens? Both you and I were at death’s door. On who’s spiritual energy do you think this body swap happened?”

He hears Yanli’s muffled sobs next to him. Jiang Cheng sobs wretchedly before him.

All he had told the boy was to keep his children safe.

He’s all Jiang Fengmian has left of Wei Changze…

“I must go for him,” he says quietly. He pushes himself to his knees with unsteady hands. He doesn’t even have his sword…

“You will do no such thing,” his wife hisses, sitting forward, her eyes flashing. She looks at Yanli and Jiang Cheng and her upper lip curls in disgust. “What are you two sniveling for? Stop this instant!”

“I will go with you, father,” Jiang Cheng says valiantly, wiping his face with his sleeves.

His wife turns sharply and slaps Jiang Cheng across the face.

“Yu Furan!” Jiang Fengmian admonishes.

She turns her sharp eyes to him. “He is a servant,” she says through gritted teeth, “You will not endanger yourself or my son for a servant.”

“But he saved you, mother,” Jiang Cheng pleads, “He saved all of us.”

“As he should,” his wife says coldly. “Your father took him off the street and treated him well above his station. There are servants who died in Lotus Pier that received a fraction of what that child got from us.”

“He’s not a servant,” Yanli cries, “you know he’s not. He’s no different than a brother to us.”

“I did not birth him,” Yu Furan sneers, “How can he be your brother.”

Jiang Fengmian moves to stand. His wife is free to think whatever she pleases. He never put it on her to love a child he brought back on his own volition. But…

But to leave Wei Wuxian to die in his stead at Lotus Pier feels too much like betraying Wei Changze.

“I want my child to be more than a servant,” Wei Changze had said before he left Lotus Pier, and Jiang Fengmian had thought that he had been honoring that wish all this time.

To hear his wife, speak of Wei Wuxian so lowly… It feels like all of Jiang Fengmian’s efforts were for naught.

“He is more than a servant,” he says, rising to his feet unsteadily. Jiang Cheng rushes up to steady him. “If only to retrieve his body – I must go.”

Yu Furan stands then and rushes to him. She pushes Jiang Cheng aside and pushes Jiang Fengmian back onto the ground.

“Why did you come back to Lotus Pier then?” she shouts, rage contorting her face. “If his survival was so dear to you – for what reason did you return to Lotus Pier!? You should have left me. You should have left me!”

He looks up at her wide eyed. In all their years together, not once has she ever struck him.

“You’re my wife,” he answers staltingly, “I could not leave you.”  

A shocked silence falls upon the hut. No one seems to be breathing.

A second passes, and another, and all of a sudden Yu Furan takes a loud shuddering breath and collapses to her knees in front of Jiang Fengmian.

“I’m your wife,” she says in a desperate, defeated voice, “and I’m asking you to forget that boy. Let it be enough that our family survived.”

Jiang Fengmian suddenly can’t seem to recognize the woman in front of him. Never in his life has he heard his wife sound like this. Never in all their years together has she looked so… weak in front of him.

“I am your wife,” she says again, her voice stronger this time. She raises her head to look at him. “Do you understand how humiliating it is to have to ask you to choose me over that boy? Over the son of past love?” She shakes her head, her lips lifting in a sneer. “I am your wife.” She turns to look at Jiang Cheng. “I am your mother. And you will not leave this hut unless it is over my dead body.”

Yanli sobs desolately beside him.

Jiang Cheng stares at his mother in shock before nodding numbly and sliding down to the floor. He sobs wretchedly into his hands.

Jiang Fengmian looks at the woman in front of him. The mother of his children. The woman he agreed to marry because he foolishly thought it might arise some feeling from Wei Changze.

Maybe, he thinks faintly, he’s destined to take everyone who loves him for granted.

The woman he married out of spite. He never thought she might love him. But…

She prepares medicine for him. Her weapon recognized him. She defended their home, fully prepared to die alone – never imagining that he might come for her.

His wife.

They stay in the hut.