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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Nunky! (Modern!Ivar x reader - Modern!Ivar x OCs niece and nephew)

A/N: This is my entry to @flowers-in-your-hayr 650 Followers Celebration 🎉 Congrats again, love 🌸 And thanks for this amazing moodboard 😍

I'm awfully late, sorry about that. The truth is, do you know what it is to struggle? Let me tell you: there were three other drafts before this final version. More than 4000 words... All trashed...

Anyway, I'm quite happy with this one, that's all that matters.

@geekandbooknerd, thanks for beta reading this for me 🌺

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Summary: Ever wonder what kind of uncle Ivar would be? Let me show you 😉

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff 🙈

Words: 1978

"We're going to play Pete the Cat or Sneaky Snacky Squirrel Game, you in?" He shouts at you from the deck.

Lazily lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, you don't bother opening your eyes. As much as you love board games, there's no way you're leaving this perfect spot. Not yet, and certainly not for the next two hours.

"No, I'm good." You shake your head for emphasis, even if you're not sure he can see you.

"Okay lovebug, see you later," he says tenderly before changing his tone, "All right kiddos, get ready to lose!"

You let out a chuckle as Viola and Soren, feeling offended, express loudly their discontent. And you can't help but laugh. You know he's going to let them win anyway. He may be a sore loser who hates to lose and would do anything to win, whether in business or in a game, but things are different when it comes to his niece and nephew. That's just how much he loves them.

Your multi-faceted lover…

To the world, he is Ivar Ragnarsson, the crippled son – and true heir – of the mighty Ragnar Lothbrok, and, till last year – till you – Scandinavia's richest and most eligible bachelor, and all this in spite of his legs.

To his employees and business partners, he's an arrogant, cranky, demanding, cold-hearted, smart as hell, and very successful business tycoon. Oh, if they could see him right now, they wouldn't believe their eyes. No dress shirt, no suit pants, no blazer. With a backwards baseball cap, a basic black tee-shirt and stonewashed jeans, he looks more like a boy than a crafty businessman.

To you, he's the man you've been in love with for eight months; a complex human being, for sure, full of contradictions: so self-confident and yet in some ways so self-conscious; outwardly tough but at times so incredibly vulnerable. You won't lie, he can be infuriating; he's stubborn, strong-headed and short tempered. But he's awfully clever, deadpan and… well... devastatingly handsome, with his impossibly beautiful features and his otherworldly icy blue eyes. He's a fantastic lover too, unexpectedly caring and attentive, loyal and faithful.

To Viola and Soren, his favorite brother's children, he's Uncle Ivar – or Nunky, as Viola calls him – the best uncle ever, funny and mischievous, loving and supportive. He's always ready to go out of his way to teach them all the cool stuff kids are supposed to know; silly jokes, riddles and magic tricks. He's their favorite babysitter, the one who is completely devoted to them, the one who feeds them ice cream and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, before reminding them conspiratorially, with a finger on his lips: "You know the deal, sweet peas! Not a word to your mom."

You remember as if it were yesterday your first meeting with them.

Soren, chocolate all over his face, greets you with a big smile, immediately asking you if you want to play hide-and-seek with them. On the other hand, Viola looks at you from head to toe, scrutinizing you intensely. With her lips pursed and her brows creased, she doesn't seem very pleased, to say the least. The seconds tick by and finally, placing her tiny hands on her hips, the little girl takes a deep breath. "I don't want to play with her. I don't like her." The hostility in her tone can't be missed.

Speechless, you look at Viola with wide open eyes. You usually have a way with kids and are honestly a little stunned by such an unfriendly welcome.

"Viola, please…" Ivar grumbles, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't have time to say another word. "No, Nunky! You told me she was your lover!" Ah, now you're beginning to see her problem, and it brings a small smile on your lips.

Viola points an accusing finger towards you. "Are you Nunky's lover?"

You nod playfully but Viola doesn't seem the least bit amused. "That's why I don't like you. And just so you know, you may be Nunky's lover now, but I'm going to marry him. I just have to wait a little," she frowns, thoroughly concentrated, "I need to be a little older, maybe like… that," she stretches out the fingers of both hands in front of her, "but Nunky is going to marry me. Me, not you. So, you might as well leave right now."

You struggle to hold back your laughter, aware that this is a very serious matter for her.

"Come here, baby girl." Rubbing a hand over his face, Ivar pats his knees and then helps his niece as she climbs onto his lap. "We've talked about this, little bird, remember? We're not getting married, not in ten years, not ever." He speaks so softly, and there's so much love in his eyes, you feel like you're melting.

"But, I lo–" Viola interjects with a pout, but Ivar stops her, shaking his head. "There's no buts, baby love. Uncles do not marry nieces. That's the way it is and that's how it must be. And yes," he looks at you fondly, "Y/N is my lover. But it doesn't change anything. I'm not going anywhere, Viola. I'll always be in your life. I love you." He gently ruffles Soren's hair. "I love you both. You have no idea how much I love you."

You must have dozed off and are awakened by Viola high-pitched squeals of joy. "Oh yeah, let's go into the backyard." Hmph! Looks like you're going to have company. Bye bye peacefulness.

Well, so be it.

Yawning, you stretch like a cat before sitting up. Ivar and the kids are on the deck and you wave at them. Soren casts you a broad smile and takes two steps towards the backyard but Viola stops him.

"Wait, Soren! Nunky," you don't need to see her to know that she's blinking her big, beautiful blue eyes at Ivar, "please, we are tired. Right Soren?"

Viola's brother nods tentatively as Ivar bursts out laughing. "Is that so, munchkin?" Putting on a thinking face, he stares blanky up in the air for a second or two, tapping a forefinger on his chin. "Let me guess, you want a ride, baby girl? Soren, buddy boy, would you mind fetching the princess's carriage for me, please?"

At this point, you know exactly what is going to happen, yet it never ceases to amaze you. And as sure as the sun rises from the east, the next moment Soren is pushing a wheelchair in front of him, coming to a halt next to his uncle. Ivar immediately sits down, slipping his crutch into the intended holder attached to the backrest.

Reaching out, he now gently grabs Viola's wrist. "Your carriage awaits, princess." The little girl climbs very carefully onto his lap before wrapping her chubby arms around his neck.

Ivar pulls her closer, "Hold tight, princess!" and as soon as he's sure she's securely seated, he grabs his push rims and pops a wheelie, Viola bursting with laughter. He then looks at Soren, cracking him a smile. "I'll give you a ride too, bumblebee, stay put."

Soren, older than Viola and always overprotective when it comes to his beloved uncle, frowns, concern all over his boyish face. "You sure I'm not too heavy now? I'm over fifty-five pounds, you know?"

Ivar laughs, an easy smile on his plump lips. "Don't worry, I'll be just fine." A smile tugging up the corner of his mouth and Viola giggling on his lap, he rolls towards the wide wooden ramp leading to the backyard.

Ivar hates using his wheelchair. He despises it. He's very secretive about it. The truth is, it took him two months to tell you that he sometimes needed one and another two months to actually use it in front of you.

He hates it so much that he would rather crawl than use it. Actually, that's what he does every night, after taking off his leg braces.

Yet, he keeps his old wheelchair here, at his brother's house. For recreational purposes only; or in other words for Viola's and Soren's enjoyment. And he gives them rides, up and down the ramp, sometimes for hours, popping wheelies here and there. Because Viola and Soren love that and it makes them laugh. Because he would do everything and anything to make them happy.

That's just how much he loves them.

Ivar pulls a sunbed next to you and flops down on it, stifling a hiss of pain. "Where are the kids?" Raising yourself up on one elbow, you kiss him, your free hand gently stroking the tight muscles of his right thigh.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he kisses you back. "Gathering the things they want to take to the beach."

You want to give him a disapproving look, but you won't. You know better. You know him.

He shouldn't go to the beach. Not today. He woke up in pain this morning. Walking in the sand is a struggle even on good days. He'll pay for it later. You know he knows it. And you know he'll do it no matter what, and whatever it takes.

Because that, he can do.

Sometimes, you catch a hint of sadness in his eyes. When Soren and Viola are running and he can't run after them, because running is simply not an option for him. When they are jumping on the trampoline and he can't join them, because it would end with broken bones. When they are playing football, or riding a bike, or skating. When they are tree climbing, or playing gunny sack race, or rock climbing, or playing hopscotch, or skipping rope, or dancing, or…

But walking in the sand, even if not easy, that, he can do.

He's going to struggle all the way – wincing, hissing, silently swearing, even dragging his right leg with his hand if necessary – until they reach their favorite spot, a small cove shielded from the wind, with marvelous pebbles and smooth sand. And he will sit for hours, his legs aching, making sandcastles even though, even as a child, he didn't like that. Because it doesn't matter. Because Soren and Viola matter. And the sparkle in their eyes will bring a smile to his face. Their laughter will make it all worthwhile.

Yeah, this is what he's going to do, for Soren's and Viola's happiness. And you know there's nothing you can say or do that is going to change his mind.

That's just how much he loves them.

⚔️"What are you thinking about, love?" Ivar's soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"I was thinking what a fantastic uncle you are." You reply genuinely, your thumb grazing his cheek. "And what a fantastic father you will be one day. The father of our kids."

Ivar blinks several times. You know that no matter how many times you tell him, he still finds it hard to believe that you want to make a life with him; marry him; carry his children.

"This…" His voice trembles and he lowers his gaze, "this is really what you want?"

"Of course, it is, my love." You reassure him for the thousandth time, peppering his jaw with light kisses. "Negotiations with Viola will doubtless be tough, though…" You chuckle, your fingers threading through his hair as he nods. "But let me tell you a secret," you can feel his hot breath on your ear, "you've already won, love." He offers you a breathtaking, mind-blowing smile and then his mouth finds yours and he kisses you and it feels like you're alone in the world, nothing matters but your shared love, nothing exists but him, nothing counts anymore, nothing, nothing, nothing...

"NUNKYYYYY!!!!"

Well… You may have spoken too soon…

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fanmoose12 · 3 years

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Are you still taking prompt? If you do, I have a request. Hange lives beside Mikasa's house. Levi saw her when he was forced to babysit Mikasa, his cousin, for a day. After that, Levi is really attracted to Hange, he even offered to babysit Mikasa (which he never did before) to see Hange. Levi is that tsundere guy who tends to do stupid things to get his crush attention. He even told Mikasa to accidentally get lost to Hange house so that he has an alibi to talk to her. The rest is up to you 😂

"Mikasa, please."

"No."

"Mikasa, I'm-" he was well above begging, but- "I'm asking you."

Mikasa's dark eyes peered into his. Levi didn't like the look inside them. The annoying brat lifted the corners of her lips, and Levi bit down a curse. If he ever dared to curse in front of his cousin, she'd rat him out in no time. She would tell her mother, or worse, his mother. He still hadn’t forgotten the previous lecture about proper behavior in the presence of children.

"If I help you..." Mikasa twirled a lock of her hair, looking far too innocent for Levi's taste. With Mikasa, innocuous face always meant trouble. "What will I get out of it?"

Kenny's influence in action, Levi thought grimly. Maybe, he should talk with Mikasa's parents about him. Obviously, the fucker wasn't good for their daughter.

Looking at Mikasa, Levi sighed. "I'll buy you an ice-cream."

"Mm," Mikasa raised her gaze to the celling, pressing a finger to her mouth. For a moment, she appeared to be deep in thought. Levi was already starting to celebrate his victory. But then-

"No," she declared. "Ice cream is not enough."

Levi swallowed down a "greedy brat" and offered, "I'll take you to the cinema."

Mikasa grimaced. "I don't want to go to the cinema with you."

Levi closed his eyes, counting to ten. He was going to refrain from calling his cousin a fucking nuisance. Otherwise, his mother would have his head.

"Fine," he grunted, glaring at her. Mikasa met his eyes with an equally dark expression. "What do you want?"

Mikasa smiled, as though she was waiting for this question since the very beginning of their negotiation.

"You're going to let me stay at your place. And you're going to let me invite Eren and Armin for a sleepover. And you're going to buy us as many snacks as we want."

"Oi-" Levi started only to be interrupted by Mikasa.

"Do you want me to bring Hange-san here or not?"

"...Yes."

Mikasa outstretched her little hand to him. "Do we have a deal then?"

Levi accepted his defeat with a long sigh. "We do," he answered, shaking her hand.

His plan was simple - stupid, Mikasa had called it, but what could that brat know - and Levi was confident in its success.

"That's all I have to do?" Mikasa asked. "Just go to Hange-san's house?"

"And tell her that you're lost." Levi reminded.

"You know that Hange-san is smart, right? She would never believe in this."

"Convince her then."

"But-"

"I'll let you pick any movie you want. And you can stay up all night."

Mikasa narrowed her eyes. "This is manipulation."

Levi shrugged. He was not above exploiting his cousin. And he wasn’t ashamed of it.

"Just do your job,” he instructed.

"Fine!" Mikasa stomped her feet, giving him a look so dark Levi was actually impressed. "I'll do it. But you have to promise that you won't bother us during the sleepover."

Levi rolled his eyes, for the thousandth times cursing his cousin. Why in the world she was so goddamn difficult, girls her age should be polite and timid, not so disrespectful and greedy. "Cross my heart and hope to die," he gritted through teeth. "Now go."

***

Glued to the window, Levi intently watched the street, waiting to see Mikasa's gloomy face and - hopefully - the pretty face of her neighbour, Hange Zoe.

Levi had met her a month ago, during the weekend that he was once again forced to spend babysitting his annoying cousin. He was trying to teach Mikasa how to ride a bike, when he saw her for the first time - Hange Zoe was tending to the small garden on her front lawn. Wearing denim overalls and a straw hat, with a soft smile on her pretty, round face, she was a sight Levi couldn't tear his gaze off.

He spent an embarrassingly long moment, staring at her, until Hange finally took notice of him and Mikasa. She greeted his cousin with a wave of a hand, beckoning her to come closer. Reluctantly - Levi wasn't sure if the invitation included him too - he followed after Mikasa.

And that's when he learnt her name. And found out that Hange wasn't tending to a garden, but was actually picking insects for her pet tarantulas. That's when all hope was lost for him.

Hange Zoe was weird. She was messy. She was wild.

And Levi didn't believe in love at first glance, but- ever since that day he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He came to babysit Mikasa next week, and then a week after that. And soon what wasn't love at first sight quickly turned into an insufferable crush that left Levi feeling like he was turning into pathetic, lovesick fool.

He was thinking about Hange at work and at home. He was thinking about her during breakfast, lunch and dinner. He couldn’t get away from her even in his dreams. Hange took residence in his mind, stubbornly refusing to leave.

Every time they talked - Levi felt like the biggest idiot in the world. When Hange looked at him, his face burned. When she smiled, his heart was racing and his thoughts were turning into a mash.

Once Hange touched his hand, and Levi thought he was going to faint.

Being close with her was awful, being apart - felt even worse. That's why he had to request the help of his cousin. As annoying as she was, Mikasa was Levi's only link to his crush.

Staring at the empty lawn, Levi tapped his foot impatiently. What was taking Mikasa so long? Hange lived just across the street.

Levi swept his eyes across the road again and- hurriedly backed away from the window, closing the curtain.

Mikasa was almost next to the door. And with her was Hange.

Levi desperately tried to calm his wildly beating heart. It refused to listen to his order. He took a shuddering breath and the doorbell rang. He rushed to answer it.

"Hello!" Hange chirped, as he opened the door.

Their eyes met, and Levi felt his knees turn to jelly.

"Hi," he echoed quietly.

"This is kinda awkward," Hange chuckled, the sound like a music to Levi's ears. "But I found your cousin sitting on my doorstep? Mikasa said she was lost?" she laughed again, rubbing her neck. "We've been neighbours for years, don't know how that's possible..."

"He made me do it," Mikasa pointed at Levi, a wicked glint in her eyes. "He wanted to talk to you, Hange-san, but couldn't find a reason."

Mikasa was gone as soon as she finished. She ran past Levi and rushed upstairs. He watched her disappear, a thousand curses at the tip of his tongue. Cousin or not, he was going to murder the brat.

"Um, Levi?" Hange's voice distracted him from thinking where he could hide the body. "Did Mikasa-"

"She's an idiot." Levi glowered.

"So that was..."

This was it, Levi decided. Hange gave him a perfect opening. He was either going to confess his feelings or he was going to live out his days as a lonely, pathetic coward. The time has come, now he had to gather all of his courage and-

"Mikasa is very bad at pranks."

...And he was going to die as a coward.

"Oh, alright," Hange nodded, shuffling her feet awkwardly. "I'll go then... If Mikasa was lying and you don't wish to hang out together..."

Oh what a sympathetic, kind person. She was giving him a second chance. Would he be able to use it?

Levi pictured Mikasa's wicked smile and all of the mocking he would have to go through if she finds out that he wasted a perfect opportunity to confess. It gave Levi the strength and resolve he so badly needed.

He took a deep breath, looked Hange in the eyes and-

"Mikasa wasn't actually lying," he whispered.

Instantly, maintaining eye contact became too arduous of a task, and Levi shamefully lowered his gaze.

He thought of closing the door in her face and then changing his name to move to another country, but then- Hange gingerly touched his arm. Her hand was warm and her skin was soft. Levi was dangerously close to swooning.

“Wanna go to my place?” she offered, and Levi thought that if Hange asked, he’d follow her to the ends of Earth. “I can introduce you to Sawney and Bean?”

“Sawney and Bean?”

“My pet tarantulas!” Hange proudly answered.

Levi hated spiders. Just the thought of their small hairy legs made him shudder and squirm. But- it was Hange who was asking, and he was sick of being a coward.

Besides, what was a spider compared to speaking about his feelings? A walk in a park...

“Just let me grab my jacket,” he told Hange.

The smile she gave him as an answer was bright enough to blind him.

Maybe, he’ll put off Mikasa’s murder for a while.

#this had been sitting in my asks for too long...#sorry for being so slow anon! but the prompt is really gold #levihan

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one-more-offbeat-anthem · 4 years

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bouquet

I. Purple Hyacinth: sorrow

When Castiel first comes back to the mortal realm, to earth, to them, to Dean, he retreats, spends his time alone. He goes on walks, burrows himself under his covers with a book. He gets a bike at the thrift store in Lebanon and rides it everywhere.

He does not speak much, for he doesn’t quite know what to say. He never expected to come back, and to be alive again, and alive as a human, is almost too much. Castiel is feeling things more deeply now: pain, love, hope, joy, sorrow.

There are people all around him--Eileen and Sam and Jack and Dean--but he doesn’t really feel them there. Castiel is crouching, half-healed, underwater.

He lets himself sink.

II. Bluebell: constancy

Castiel is laying in his bed, in his cold, empty, impersonal room, staring at the ceiling, when the door suddenly swings open and Dean walks in holding his laptop in one hand and a plate with two sandwiches on it in the other.

“Heya, Cas,” Dean says, “Budge over.”

There’s no preamble, no asking, but Castiel complies, sitting up and shifting over to give Dean space on the bed. Dean sits next to him, cross-legged, and balances the laptop on his knees. “Whaddya want to watch?” he asks.

Castiel shrugs and then looks at the plate of sandwiches. A BLT, for Dean, presumably, and a PB&J.

Closer inspection reveals that the J is, in fact, jelly and not jam.

Dean smiles at Castiel and chooses an episode of Arrested Development and leans back into the headboard, his shoulder warm against Castiel’s.

Castiel eats his sandwich.

III. Chamomile: patience in adversity

After that, Dean starts to find things for Castiel to do constantly. He needs help folding laundry or doing the dishes at least once a day. Or he’s dragging Castiel into the kitchen to help him make lunch for everyone. Or he “needs” Castiel’s help in the garage with something on the Impala.

Dean takes Castiel to the grocery, to the hardware store, thrifting for “new” flannels, or just on a drive. He lets Castiel choose the music and leaves fruity-smelling body wash in the shower and one day Castiel finds a pair of fuzzy socks on his bedside table.

They still haven’t talked about it, what happened when Castiel died and what he had said to Dean, but Castiel is beginning to wonder if maybe they don’t need to.

IV. Edelweiss: courage and devotion

Of all of Dean’s activities that he drags Castiel along to, his favorite (both Dean “his” and Castiel “his”) is movie night. Dean likes it because Castiel hasn’t seen all his favorite films a thousand times like Sam has. Castiel likes it because Dean makes popcorn and they always sit close, hands and fingers brushing as they share the bowl.

Tonight is no exception. Dean has put on Young Guns starring Lou Diamond Phillips (and he won’t stop talking about how attractive he finds the actor, who he refers to as LDP), and Castiel can’t stop looking at Dean, at his freckles, his eyelashes, the curve of his jaw as he smiles, explaining a part of the plot to Castiel.

“You’re staring,” Dean says suddenly, meeting Castiel’s eyes.

“Sorry,” Castiel replies. “I...didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable. You think you made me uncomfortable?” The movie is still playing but forgotten now, Castiel’s world reduced to this conversation with Dean.

“...Yes?”

“Oh my god.” Dean seizes Castiel by the front of his t-shirt and pulls him into a messy, bruising kiss. The popcorn bowl overturns between them, but Castiel can’t find it in himself to care.

V. Daffodil: unequalled love

A few weeks later, on a Friday night, Castiel and Dean are reading in bed. They both stay in Dean’s room now (which Castiel supposes makes it their room), and Castiel is half-tucked under the sheets, watching Dean’s reading glasses that Sam coerced him into getting slowly sliding down his nose.

Dean pushes them up and rolls over to look at Castiel, who runs his fingers through Dean’s hair and marvels at the smile it elicits.

“Whaddya want to do tomorrow?” Dean asks.

“Can we go to the farmer’s market?”

“We’ll have to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn, Cas.”

“I know.” Castiel is smiling, because he knows Dean will say yes.

“Okay, fine,” Dean says, smiling back, like he can’t help it.

They fall sleep curled up together like commas, tight and warm, a pause and not an ending, but wake up with half the sheets kicked off and most of Dean’s limbs flung across Castiel’s body. Dean hauls himself out of bed to make them a pot of coffee before making the drive into Lebanon.

Castiel loses himself in the round, ripe tomatoes at one tent and then the honey at another before he realizes Dean isn’t with him anymore. He looks around, scanning the crowd, before seeing Dean walking toward him, holding something behind his back.

“Where’ve you been?” Castiel asks, holding out a bag of tomatoes for Dean to inspect. Dean gives them a nod.

“Got something for you,” Dean says.

It’s a bouquet of flowers.

The colors are riotous, bright, happy, a cacophony of yellows and blues and whites and purples. Castiel can feel his happiness brimming over--he no longer regrets being able to feel too much.

He kisses Dean right there, in the middle of the market, and then again in the car, and then again when they get back to the bunker, and then again and again and again.

The flowers go in a vase on their bedside table.

#destiel #and now some tags for the moots #cillabee #usersheya #userstarry #offbeatwrites

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earth-ambassador-jim · 3 years

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Lost Souls: Story 11

Something New

Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his sleep. He decides that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance and kidnaps the young James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter as early as possible.

Barbara is determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her efforts to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to her in a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society of shapeshifters.

Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.

AO3 - Fanfiction

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“Head up! Don’t block the blow: redirect it.”

Eli tries to comply but it’s hard when his arms feel like they’re made out of jelly. Instead of being redirected Jim’s staff pushes Eli’s down causing him to bop himself in the forehead with his own weapon.

Eli topples over like a load of bricks and lays there. A low whine seeps through his lips as his tailbone pulses with pain from hitting the ground too hard. That will be another bruise for his collection.

He’s actually managed to get more bruises training with Jim than he has from Steve. Which is really saying something.

“Are you okay?”

He opens his eyes to see Jim hovering awkwardly over him, staff still in hand. He’s shifting back and forth on his feet in a way that tells Eli he’s debating whether to keep pushing him or end the session here.

Eli doesn’t really want to disappoint him, so he tries to sit up. All his muscles protest. He lays back down. Yeah, he isn’t going anywhere. The training montages in movies really fail to capture just how much pushing oneself to the limits hurts.

“We’ll stop for the day,” Jim decides.

He sets his staff against the house before retrieving Eli’s and setting it there too.

“Can you get up?” Jim asks.

Now that he’s not in training mode he stands a little less straight and his expression softens from his previously sharp focused gaze.

“Yeah… maybe,” Eli says, his voice squeaking a little. “Just a second.”

Eli lays on the ground just breathing and trying to summon the energy to make another attempt at standing up. He knows he’s going to be sore in the morning again.

He honestly wants to give up. Clearly he isn’t cut out for this.

There’s movement to his right and Eli looks over to see Jim laying down beside him. The blue skinned troll blends in almost perfectly with the night; except for his eyes which glow a faint, ethereal blue. He settles on his back, head propped just slightly up by his horns.

“So…” The troll says slowly. “You were telling me that human constellations are different than troll ones?”

Eli nods slightly, unable to look away. His glasses slide down his nose. He quickly pushes them back up.

“Do you want to compare?”

“Really?!” Eli squeaks, surprised.

Next to exploring the strange and unusual, stars and space has always been one of his greatest interests. Something about the vastness and boundlessness draws him. He studies every book he can get his hands on.

This is a chance to learn what a being that isn’t human sees. That’s… that’s something beyond his wildest dreams.

But more importantly, it’s a chance to talk about something that he loves with a friend.

“Eli?”

Jim is looking at him rather nervously. Eli realizes that he’s teared up.

“I’d like that,” He says. He pushes his glasses up to swipe at his eyes before giving Jim a smile.

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As predicted, Eli is very very sore.

He spends the day limping through his classes. He wonders if this is what old people feels like. He’s so glad when it’s time to go home.

His arm positively aches as he transfers the textbooks he doesn’t need to his locker. As much as he enjoys spending time with Jim he’s glad that the Trollhunter won’t be over tonight. He doesn’t think he can take another round of training.

He plans to take it easy when he gets home. He can get his homework done and then he’ll see if he can snag enough of his friends from the forums to play a round of Among Us.

Eli flinches as a hand lands on his shoulder. Without turning around he already knows who it is. Automatically his shoulders draw up toward his ears as he pulls his arms in close to his chest.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Why, I was just worried about my favorite nerd,” The blond bully says with mock sincerity. “I haven’t heard any of your wild conspiracies and was starting to be concerned about your health.”

Eli hasn’t been sharing his theories and discoveries since meeting Jim because he promised Jim to keep trolls and the other creepers… creatures running around Arcadia secret. He still discusses aliens but he’s been sticking with his friends online and Jim now, since they don’t laugh at him.

He figured since he had been keeping to himself Steve would ignore him, but now he’s seeking him out because of that.

There really is no winning, he realizes.

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Eli asks quietly.

Steve doesn’t appreciate that.

The blond bully shoves him and he hits the locker hard sending a violent jolt of pain through his back. His books fall out of his arms and scatter on the ground.

“Don’t talk back to me butsnack.”

Eli glances around but there’s nowhere to escape in the crowded hallway and, as usual, no one seems inclined to help.

“I think you need to spend some time in your locker until you remember your manners,” Steve continues with a glint in his eyes.

A whimper escapes Eli at that. He doesn’t want to spend another hour stuck in the locker again. His eyes dart around frantically.

Steve reaches for him and takes a step forward, his foot landing just in front of Eli’s spilled textbooks.

“Use your surroundings as a weapon.” Jim’s voice whispers in the back of his mind.

With no other options presenting themselves, Eli kicks Steve in the shin as hard as he can. The bully lets out a yelp and grabs at his injured leg. Eli doesn’t wait for him to recover. Ignoring the protests of his aching muscles he shoves him hard in the chest. Normally it would have done nothing but Steve, already off balance, stumbles and his foot lands on Lord of the Flies. He topples over backward and slams hard into the ground.

The hallway goes completely silent.

Eli stares, his heart still racing. He can’t believe it. He actually managed to take down Steve.

Steve Palchuck! The boy who’s been tormenting him since kindergarten.

Around him all the other kids start murmuring.

Then someone cheers and then the whole crowd is whooping and hollering.

Steve seems to have recovered from his shock and is getting up. He’s turning a violent red and it’s pretty clear that he’s going to get revenge. Eli has the feeling he won’t get lucky a second time.

“Hey! What’s going on here?”

Eli is about ready to collapse from relief when Coach Lawrance’s voice breaks through the noise. The crowd of students disperses like cockroaches. Steve backs off, shooting him glares.

Eli gathers his books and slinks off to get his bike with the distinct feeling that this incident will come back to haunt him.

~~~~

“Can you believe it?” Mary squeals.

Her fingers are darting rapidly over her phone. No doubt she’s already uploading a video to one of her many social media accounts. Steve is going to be livid.

“Girl, I saw it but I still don’t believe it,” Darci says.

Eli Pepperjack getting one up on Steve was the last thing she had been expecting out of school today.

“What do you think Toby?” She says nudging him in the ribs.

Since they’ve made it to high school and have Claire and Mary to hang out with, she’s determined to get him to come out of his shell.

Toby blinks and looks up from his phone.

“Yeah it was pretty cool,” He says, eying the other two girls hesitantly.

Claire give him a friendly smile and he awkwardly smiles back before quickly returning his attention to his phone.

Darci sighs and shoots Claire an apologetic look. Claire shrugs in response and then she, Mary and Darci continue to discuss the strange happenings of the day sans Toby’s input.

~~~~

“Would it hurt you to try to be a little friendlier?”

Toby winces. Yeah he deserved that one.

“Sorry,” He says, a slight flush crawling up the back of his neck.

Darci lets out a little huff.

“You should be, Mary and Claire are the best. Come on TP you’ve got to give them a chance.”

Toby doesn’t reply. Instead opting to instead focus all his attention on the game. His fingers fly over the controls. He understands what she’s getting at. He really does but well…

“I guess I’m just not ready for new people.”

There’s a ping as they reach the end of the round. Toby hazards a brief glance up and sees Darci looking at him with a puzzled frown.

“But you know Mary and Claire,” She says. “I’ve been friends with them for as long as I’ve known you. You’ve hung out before and never had a problem with them.”

“I know,” He mutters. “It’s just…”

He doesn’t want to admit it. It’s pathetic.

“It’s Jim, isn’t it?”

Toby gives her a weak grin.

“Have you been taking lessons from your Dad? Cause that was some real detective work there.”

Darci snorts.

“It doesn’t take a detective to figure that one out.” She gives him a little poke on the shoulder to emphasize her point.

Toby sighs and drops his controller.

“It’s not just Jim,” He admits in a subdued tone. This is something he’s thought about a lot. “It’s Mom and Dad, too… Heck even Dr. L just up and left. It was fine hanging out with them once in a while as your friends but what’s the point in me becoming friends with them? Once we get done with high school everyone is just going to move on. I just don’t want to deal with that.”

It would be bad enough when Darci moved on.

He can feel her staring at him.

“You know I’m not going to abandon you, right?” She asks.

Toby winces. It sounds bad out loud. She puts her hand on his shoulder and he glances up hesitantly. She’s smiling at him in a very gentle and sad way that makes his chest ache.

“Even if we end up on opposite sides of the world I’ll keep in touch. You won’t lose me okay?”

“You don’t know that.” It slips out before he can stop it.

Darci sighs.

“Look I… I guess there really is no way to know for sure but do you really just want to give up? Just like that? To spend your whole life alone?”

“Not really…” Toby says slowly.

“Then can you give them a try? For me?”

He can’t resist those big brown eyes.

“Okay,” Toby says. “I’ll give them a chance, but no promises on results.”

Darci’s smile and quick hug makes it worth it. Toby just hopes he won’t regret this. He clears his throat roughly and focuses his attention back on the screen. He starts another round hoping he can drown out the uneasy feeling in his gut.

“You know I really could use a larger audience to practice my magic for. You know all of my tricks anyway.”

Darci claps her hands together

“Oh! That reminds me. Mare told me there’s a new bookstore in town. She was going on and on about how cute the guy who was working the counter was, but, more importantly, she mentioned there’s a huge selection of magic type books. Want to go check it out?”

“Sure,” Toby says. “That sounds like fun.”

He doubts there will be anything real there but maybe he can find some cool props to use for the next talent show.

~~~~

Author Notes:

Steve has really come a long way. He was a major bully back in the beginning of the series. Hopefully we'll get to see more character development for him in Rise of the Titans. (Also more CreepslayerZ! I miss the CreepslayerZ.)

Jim grew up with Kanjigar and Merlin's training so his version of "going easy" is still really pushing it for an inexperienced human. It's going to be a while yet before Eli is not sore again.

Jim learned the Trollish constellations from Kanjigar. While he never took him to Trollmarket, Kanjigar did start taking him outside within Merlin's barrier. Stargazing was Jim's absolute favorite thing to do with him.

Next chapter we get to see Jim's visit to his old home before he became a troll!

If you like this be sure to tell me what you think :)

#Trollhunters #Tales of Arcadia #Trollhunters Fanfiction #Lost Souls #Child Champion AU #Jim Lake Jr #james lake jr #eli pepperjack #steve palchuk #darci scott #toby domzalski #tobias domzalski #troll jim #half troll jim #bullying #training #Darci and Toby are BFFs in this

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Say Something to Stop Me: Chapter 4

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Please note: This fic describes depression, anxiety, panic attacks, past/referenced non con and domestic violence. Please read at your own discretion.

The drive to the dive bar down the road from the compound was short. Well, it was short when Bucky was definitely driving 100 miles an hour.

Your hair whipped in the wind behind you and you could feel the deep rumble of the bike underneath you.

“I didn’t think you’d be this scared.” Bucky yelled over the sound of the engine and the wind. “C’mon Doll. Open your eyes.”

You peeled your face away from his shoulder blades and opened your eyes. If you were being honest with yourself, you hadn’t kept your face buried in his back because you were scared. He just smelled so goddamn good. Like leather and spice. Clean. It had felt nice, to just feel the wind and him.

Now that your eyes were open however, you realized how gorgeous the tree lined road looked right now. It was just at the beginning of fall and the leaves had started to change into brilliant reds, oranges and yellows.

“Wow…” you muttered. The wind tore the words away as you breathed in the crisp air and looked all around you. “It’s gorgeous.”

You looked forward again and caught Bucky glancing at you over his shoulder. “Yeah. It is.” He murmured back. Just loud enough to be heard over the engine and the wind.

Bucky shifted the engine down as you approached the little dive bar that was tucked back in the woods. You hadn’t been here in over two years, but it was still exactly as you remembered it. Dilapidated old sign out front, mostly motorcycles and old pick-up trucks in the parking lot. There were a few groups of men standing outside smoking cigarettes.

Bucky pulled into the dirt lot and found a spot to park his bike. You stepped off, surprised at how your legs felt slightly like jelly after being wrapped around that rumbling machine for a while.

The men smoking outside the bar all seemed to be looking your way. Some discreetly, some openly staring at the two of you. Did they recognize you? You supposed two Avengers at the bar down the street from the compound were probably pretty recognizable. You resisted the urge to run your fingers through your hair self consciously. Who cares what these random men thought of your tousled hair, right?

Bucky stepped off the bike and threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. “Alright little lady, lets get some grub.”

He steered you straight through the crowd of smoke and men and opened the front door for you.

“Thanks” you mumbled and stepped into the dim light of the bar.

It smelled like stale cigarettes and old beer. There were pool tables to your right, and some low tables to your left with booths lining the left wall. Straight in front of you was a long wooden bar with two incredible beefy and tattooed men as bartenders. A jukebox near the back wall was playing old 70’s music. You loved it instantly. You took a deep breath in through your nose, relishing in the old school grunge of it all.

You walked toward a booth in the corner of the bar that had a good view of the door. You knew it was unlikely that anyone would try to attack the both of you at a bar down the road from your own compound, but you had a hard time feeling comfortable in public spaces unless you could see all the entrances and exits. You knew Bucky would feel the same.

You slid into the booth and grabbed one of the dirty menus that was tucked between the ketchup and mustard bottles on the table. Bucky slid into his seat across from you and pulled off his jacket. It was a damn shame that you couldn’t see his shirt rise up again from this angle.

“I’m going to order probably three burgers.” Bucky said “I’m starved after that giant beat the crap out of me this morning.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, he was so busy telling me about which members of the court had been keeping secret love affairs this afternoon I never got lunch.”

Bucky laughed “That’s right! How did face masks with the demi-god go this afternoon?”

“It was great.” You smiled. “I missed him.” You looked up from the menu and saw that Bucky was staring at you with a soft, almost melancholy smile on his face. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just nice to see you smile like that again. I’m a little jealous that the giant brute is the one who made you smile, but I’d let him beat the shit out of me every day if that’s what it took to see you light up again.” Bucky said this so casually, grabbing a menu to look at it, but your heart skipped several beats.

Bucky? Jealous? Of Thor??

“I mean, I wouldn’t complain if I had to watch the two of you go at it everyday.” You really wouldn’t. Seeing Bucky fight did have a strange effect on you. He was always so confident in his movements, never second guessing a punch or a dodge. Plus there was the bonus of seeing him all sweaty and panting. It really did something to you, not that you’d admit it out loud.

“Yeah. I bet you wouldn’t.” Bucky looked at you over the top of his menu and winked.

Again, what was it with every fucking room you were in together and it getting about 20 degrees warmer when he looked at you?

You forced your eyes back down the menu. You decided you’d get a burger too, and a side of fries, and maybe a beer. You plopped the menu down and looked around the bar. You took your jacket off as well. Your body temperature had risen and the last thing you wanted was to start noticeably sweating right now.

Bucky plopped his menu down too and folded his hands on the table top. You kept looking around the bar. You were still warm from his admission and couldn’t muster up the strength to look him in the eye.

“I missed you.” Bucky says suddenly. You whip your head toward him.

“You did?”

“Of course I did, you brat. I told you before. I had a lot of fun in Budapest. Going to those bars and sitting along the river. It had been a while since I had just enjoyed being somewhere without looking over my shoulder.” You flushed again. How could he sit there so calmly and say something like that to you? Did he know how hard your heart was beating in your chest? “Then I didn’t hear from you for a while. It freaked me out, you know? I started to wonder if I had imagined that whole trip.”

“Oh fuck, Bucky. No it was great. I had a really great time too. I’m sorry. When I got back things kinda… well shit hit the fan I guess…”

You got cut off by one of the large tattooed bartenders approaching your table. You turned to look at him, but Bucky’s eyes stayed on you.

“What can I get ya?” The bartender grunted.

“Um hey. Yeah. Can I get a double cheeseburger, a large order of fries and whatever lager you guys have on tap?”

The bartender just grunted again, scribbling on a tiny notepad. “And you?”

“Can I get three bacon cheeseburgers, a large order of onion rings and a jack and coke?” Bucky still hadn’t taken his eyes off you while he ordered. You were looking at the table, having a hard time looking him in the eye, but you could see him staring at you out of your peripheral vision.

The bartender grunted again as he walked away, seemingly undisturbed by the fact that Bucky had just ordered three whole cheeseburgers to himself. Maybe Bucky came here a lot and he was used to it? Your chest pinched a bit at the thought that you didn’t know if Bucky came here a lot or not.

“So, shit hit the fan?” Bucky prompted. You looked back up at him.

“Uh. Yeah. I came home to kind of a rough situation. I uh… didn’t handle it well. Then I was just sort of embarrassed and didn’t want to talk to anyone about it. I think I created a negative feedback loop for myself. The more I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, the more I pushed myself away from you all and then I felt even less comfortable trying to talk to anyone.”

“I get it.” Bucky said. Finally pulling his eyes from you to glance around the bar. “I wasn’t exactly great at talking about things when I first got here either, you know.”

You tilted your head a bit as you stared at his profile. The soft colored light coming from the many neon beer signs hung above the bar cast shadows across his jaw and cheekbones. He looked like a greek god, or something out of an old movie from the 70’s. Maybe both.

You really thought about it then. Bucky was right. He had been pretty quiet and reserved when he had first gotten here, almost like he didn’t trust himself to speak in front of others. When he’d come back from Wakanda he had been a little more peaceful and talkative, but it had taken a few months for him to really open up.

When you two had been in Budapest was when you finally got to know more about him on a deeper level than before. It had been the first time that you had been on an extended mission just the two of you. A month, sharing a little safe house in a busy neighborhood of Budapest, tracking a few operatives for Tony. It was a little overkill to have you both there, but Steve had insisted it would be safer for both of you to be there since they didn’t have anywhere else to send people at the moment.

For a month you two had spent your afternoons tailing people around the city and your evenings sipping unicum while sitting at cafes along the river. You had talked about nearly everything under the sun. He had told you about his time in Wakanda, tending goats and reading every novel he could get his hands on. You had laughed at the thought of Bucky taking care of goats everyday, but he had said it was nice to get away from the world and just focus on taking care of something else for a change.

You had told him about how you started at SHIELD as a low level agent and filled in the holes of what he knew about your promotions and being added to the team. You’d commiserated about how painful the serum transition was, and how much you both loved that stubborn stick-in-the-mud Steve. He’d told you about when they were kids growing up in Brooklyn, about him being drafted for the war. He’d never enlisted because he didn’t want Steve to be left behind, but he was drafted anyway. (Steve still had no idea he hadn’t made the choice himself.) He told you about the adventures of the Howling Commandos and he even spoke a bit about his time with Hydra.

“I know, Buck.” You sighed, dropping your eyes to look at your hands. You started picking at your cuticles to keep your hands from shaking. You felt a small twinge in your stomach. Bucky had been so open with you in Budapest. Something he rarely was with anyone, and you hadn’t been in return.

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” Bucky murmured. You glanced back up at him. He was looking at you again. He didn’t have an ounce of judgement in his eyes. He was just there, allowing you space to be honest with him. Your heart clenched in your chest.

“He didn’t want anything to do with the Avengers.” You sighed finally. Your blood was rushing in your ears, it felt like a panic attack was coming on but you had a deep desire to finally say this to him. He had been so patient and honest with you, it was time to return it. “He hated you. All of you. So much. When I had first been moved to work more directly with the team was the first time that we got into a fight. Like a real fight.”

Bucky shifted a bit in his seat across from you, but stayed silent.

You continued. “He was always angry with me whenever I brought you guys up. Always saying things about how you were all superhuman and didn’t know how to be normal people. That you were all just meatheads with hero complexes. Whenever we would argue and I would happen to slip up and mention one of you he would lose his mind. Just screaming at me to stop comparing him to you ‘freaks.’” You took a deep breath. “So I just started to hide shit from him. When I kept getting promoted, I just told him it was in a different department, that I wasn’t working with the Avengers anymore. He never really asked about work anyway so it wasn’t that hard to keep it a secret.”

You glanced up at Bucky then. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was staring out across the bar with his jaw tightly clenched. His hands were fisted where they rested on the table.

“How long were you together?” Bucky asked through clenched teeth.

“My whole adult life.” He looked at you again, the smallest amount of surprise on his face. “We met in highschool. We were just friends until I went to college. He had just showed up at my dorm one day at Harvard and told me that he couldn’t stand the thought of me being with anyone else. We had been dating ever since. Right before I joined the Avengers as a full fledged team member he proposed and we moved in together.”

Bucky hummed in response to that information, tearing his eyes from you to look back over the bar. “So, why didn’t anyone know this?”

“Tony knew.” You responded. “Well… he knew enough. That I was with someone who wanted to be kept away from the world of SHIELD. I didn’t really tell anyone else because I knew if he found out that I talked about him to any of you he would lose his mind. It just kinda… got away from me I guess. One little secret or half truth just kept piling together until it felt like I was living a double life.”

It was silent for a moment. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you were still breathing. That was a good sign. “I’m really sorry Bucky. I never meant to hurt you or keep anything from you--”

“Stop.” Bucky cut you off, looking you directly in the eye again. It felt like he was looking at the very core of your being. “Never ever apologize to me for that. It wasn’t your fault. You were just trying to protect yourself.”

“Bucky… I--” you started, but you were cut off by the bartender returning with a tray loaded with food. He dropped all your food and drinks at the center of the table with a grunt and walked away.

Bucky reached across the table to squeeze your hand once. “Thank you for telling me.” He grabbed his first burger and dug in. You smiled at him across the table. Your heart squeezed again in your chest. He always knew exactly how to make you feel safe, how far he could push you without hurting you. It was amazing how light and warm you felt around him.

He looked up from his burger and mumbled “What?” through a mouthful of food. You dropped your head back and laughed. A real, warm laugh that bubbled up through your chest. You looked at him again and saw him break into a wide grin, his whole face lit up as his eyes scanned your face.

“Nothing, Buck. I’m just really happy I’m here.” You said as you picked up your burger to finally take a bite.

He swallowed and looked at you for a long moment before saying “I’m really happy you’re here too.”

~0~

You woke up the next morning feeling more refreshed than you had in a really long time. You stretched and smiled up at the ceiling, thinking over the night before.

You and Bucky had spent the rest of your meal chatting and laughing and enjoying each other's company. Bucky filled you in on some missions that had happened while you were away and told you about all the different books he’d read lately. You gave him a highlight reel of Asgardian court drama. He had the most intoxicating laugh. When you really got him going, his nose scrunched up a bit while he giggled and it made your heart flip in your chest.

Suddenly, Friday’s lilt broke through the fog of your daydreaming about Bucky’s smile above you, his chain dangling down from his chest…

“Tony is on his way to your room to discuss something. I thought you may want to get dressed before he arrives. You have approximately 3 minutes before he steps off the elevator on this floor.”

You groaned and shoved your face into your pillow. Both at the direction your thoughts had involuntarily turned, and Friday’s interruption of a wonderful daydream. “Thank you.”

You quickly rushed to your closet to throw on some sweats. You had just stepped back into your room when there was a knock on your door. “It’s open!” You called.

Tony swung open the door and leaned against the door frame “Morning kid.”

“Morning Dad. ” You chuckled, walking over to stand in front of Tony, crossing your arms over your chest. “To what do I owe this early morning honor?”

“First of all, I am not nearly old enough to be your father. Second, you up for a mission? We got a big one. Gonna need a whole team.”

You nearly jumped up and down with joy. Hell yeah you wanted to go on a mission. “First, you may not be old enough, but you and Steve definitely act like my fathers. And second, I thought you’d never ask.”

“Hey” Tony pointed at you. “Captain Righteous is nearly a hundred. He’s at least old enough to be your dad.” You cackled. “Alright suit up and meet us in the conference room. We’re gonna go over the plan and send you all on your way.”

“Right on. Who’s all on board?”

“Flappy bird, megatron, the queen of hearts, Mr. Righteous himself and Archie.”

You laughed out loud again. “Jesus Tony you’re snappy this morning. And you dragged Clint away from home? This must be a big job.”

“I just needed a sharpshooter on the outside to help Sam. It’s a tall building so cover up in the air is gonna be important.” He turned and sauntered back toward the elevator “You got eight minutes to be downstairs kiddo.”

“Aye aye Captain.” You called, turning to rush back to your closet to suit up. You heard Tony yell “I resent that title!” from the hall.

~0~

You hauled ass back down to the conference room, strapping knives to your thighs and guns to your hips as you went. You were in your signature tight kevlar black suit, with a cross body harness around your back with an M429 strapped across your back. You had a glock on both hips and a huge stash of ammo strapped across your chest.

It felt… amazing. It had been so long since you had suited up for real. You felt powerful. No one could touch you when you were dressed like this.

You stepped into the conference room. Just as Tony said, Sam, Bucky, Nat, Cap and Clint were already there, armed to the teeth and ready to rumble.

Clint called out when you stepped in the room “Hey! Long time no see superstar!”

You giggled. “Hey Clint.” You glanced around the room again. Bucky, in his usual mission armor of a thick kevlar jacket and combat pants, was sitting all the way across the room. Combat boots propped up on the conference table, leaning back in his chair.

He didn’t seem to be aware of the way that his eyes were scanning up and down your body, his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip before his eyes caught yours. He flinched slightly, like he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. You smirked at him and saluted before plopping down in the chair at the end of the conference table, adjusting the gun strapped to your back slightly so you could lean back in your chair.

Someone had to be turning up the heat in the compound. Why were you always so fucking hot?

“Alright assholes, here’s the plan. There’s a rumor that there’s some Hydra intel being passed around by a group of high class drug dealers in Croatia.” Tony started off. “And I need you to infiltrate their building and get it.”

“Drug dealers, Tony? You’re sending all of us after some dudes slinging cocaine?” Clint piped up from his spot to Tony’s left. “I am not missing my kids T-ball game for this.”

“Due to how loaded these dudes are, I don’t think cocaine is all they trade Clint. Plus, the building we need you to get in is a skyscraper that’s about 40 stories high and I need you in an adjacent building for cover.”

Tony then proceeded to cover the plan. Sam and Clint would offer cover from the air and nearby buildings. You and Bucky would be a battering team on the inside, clearing a path for Natasha and Steve to get to the main computer mainframe on the top floor. Then, you all would repel down the side of the skyscraper to a nearby helipad where the quinjet would be waiting for you. It was a relatively simple extraction, but Tony had a premonition that the place would be heavily guarded and well equipped.

“Get in, and get out. I’m not overly concerned with the status of any of the dudes in there. Kill if you have to, but don’t worry about bringing every one of them down. I’m more interested in whatever they have on their mainframe that’s making them guard it so heavily. Okay?” Tony finished.

Everyone nodded their affirmatives.

“See you tonight.” Tony remarked as he stepped out of the room.

“Alright everyone, grab whatever else you need. Meet on the jet in five.” Cap said, standing to walk towards the jet to prep for take off.

You all stood and began walking out the back doors to the landing pad where the jet was currently parked, all fueled and ready for your mission. No doubt stocked with any weapons that any of you may need as well as the equipment needed to repel down the side of the building after you’d gotten the information.

Bucky sauntered up next to you as you walked toward the jet and bumped your hip with his. “Nervous?”

You looked at him, feigning outrage. “Are you implying I can’t do my job Barnes?”

He laughed. “No. I think you’re one of the best of us. I’m just saying it’s been, what, a year? Since you’ve put on this tight little suit and shot some people.”

You blushed. “Kicking ass is kinda like riding a bike Bucky. You can’t ever really forget how to do it once you’ve mastered it.”

He let out a humourless chuckle. “Don’t I know it, Doll. Don’t I know it.”

You bumped your hip against his again. “C’mon Barnes. Let’s show these punks how it’s done.”

He looked at you again, a real smile on his face. “Welcome back, Y/N. It’s been a while.”

You just rolled your eyes and walked up the ramp to the jet, plopping into a seat and strapping yourself in.

~0~

After the approximately five hour jet ride to Croatia, you all got out of your seats and stretched a bit. No one chatted much in the flight over there. You all typically took the time to breathe and prepare for the mission, going over schematics and floor plans in your head.

Steve handed Bucky, Nat and you a harness for repelling before pulling one on himself. You stepped into yours pulling the straps up and around your hips, clipping it in front. You began to try to tighten the straps around your thighs when a hand brushed your lower back. Bucky leaned in, his breath ghosting across the back of your neck.

“Here. Let me help.” He reached around your back to grab the strap on your right thigh, his left hand went to the small of your waist to steady you while he tugged roughly, tightening the harness so it was snug on your right hip, then he switched his hand position to tighten the other side. You felt your whole body flush and your abdomen filled with fire. His hands rested on either hip from behind you. “That feel good?” He murmured.

“Yeah. Perfect.” You breathed out. You flushed instantly at how breathless you sounded. Bucky patted your hips twice before turning to grab a few more weapons to strap to yourself. You took a deep breath to try to steady your racing heart, and lifted your eyes. You caught Nat staring at you.

She shook her head softly and gave you a smirk that said “I saw that.” It was almost painful how much you wanted to cover your face with your hands. You had to get your head on straight. You were about to charge into a building where people wanted to kill you. You couldn’t be thinking about how warm Bucky’s hands had felt on your hips, how his chin had lightly brushed the shell of your ear, or the pulsing heat low in your abdomen.

Focus.

“Alright, turn your coms on. Everyone ready?” Cap called from the back of the jet.

You all grunted your affirmatives. You started bouncing on the balls of your feet to warm up your muscles, shaking out your hands.

“Okay. Sam and Clint, you all head out first. We won’t start in until we hear affirmatives that you’re in position.” Cap said. He threw a backpack at Bucky. “Here’s your repelling gear. We’re going in pairs. There’s a clip in there that will strap you to Y/N.”

You looked at Bucky. He just looked back at you with an arrogant smirk and strapped the backpack to his back.

~0~

After Clint and Sam had gotten into position, you and Bucky were up. You both walked down the ramp of the quinjet. Once Nat and Cap exited the jet, it would go into stealth mode and autopilot up to the helipad that you would meet it on, staying hidden from any onlookers.

You and Bucky started your route to the main floor of the building. You’d bust in the back door and clear the main floor of any hostiles, before heading up the east stairwell, keeping it clear so that Steve and Nat could head up behind you to the room with the mainframe.

You both snuck up to the back door, luckily thus far you hadn’t run into anyone. Bucky flipped around so his back was to the wall next to the door. He motioned for you to stand right behind him. He looked at you over his shoulder and whispered “Ready?”

You winked and whispered back “Always.” He grinned and turned back to the door, firing twice at each hinge before rearing back and kicking it in.

Phew. He is so damn good at this.

He pushed in through the door, his gun at the ready and scanned the room. You followed in behind him, your backs together to make sure no one heard his shots and followed in behind you.

“There’s easily eight on this floor. If not more.” He whispered over his shoulder. “You ready?”

“What did I say, Barnes? I’m always ready.”

He chuckled softly. “Alrighty then, sweetheart. Let’s kick some ass.”

You felt his back shift away from yours, you spun ducking behind a half wall and aimed around a corner. As soon as you heard his gun unload, you started picking off hostiles one by one. When you had fired at everyone in your line of sight you popped up to follow the path that Bucky had gunned down in front of you.

You stepped around a corner to get a better look at the open area of the main entrance. Suddenly two arms wrapped around you from behind. One coming to cover your mouth. You grunted and swung an elbow back into the gut of the man who had grabbed you, causing him to falter in his grip. You swung your head back to smash into his nose. You heard a nasty crunch and a scream come from your assailant. Your adrenaline was pounding. You felt so fucking strong.

You whipped around, swinging your M249 back across your back. You swung your left foot out to take out his knees. He collapsed in front of you. You brought your gun back around you and smashed the hilt against the back of his head to make sure he stayed down.

You sensed another assailant to your left and instinctively ducked as he fired directly at your head. You swung around and launched yourself at him, wrapping both legs around his neck and then letting your body fall heavily toward the ground, dragging him to the ground and flipping him at the last second so his body swung hard against the ground. You ripped a glock out of your thigh holster and fired twice into his chest. Breathing hard you looked up to scan your surroundings.

It was just Bucky, standing between two dead operatives, grinning at you. “How do you feel, princess?”

You smiled back at him, panting a bit. “I feel fucking amazing.”

He smirked at you. “That’s my girl.”

You blushed. The fire returned to your abdomen.

Dear fucking god.

“Nat, Cap, we’re clear. We’re going to start our trek up the stairs.” Bucky said into his ear piece. Then he smiled at you again. “Let’s go rockstar.”

You trailed him again, backs together as you moved instinctually against him toward the stairs. It felt so natural to be here. Back softly pressed against Bucky’s, huge gun in your hands, firing on anyone who entered the stairwell below you. Feeling Bucky’s back flex as he fired, and lunged and tossed hostiles over the railing of the spiraling stairwell.

It was like magic when you worked together.

You finally made it to the top level and Bucky kicked the door into a few men who had been blocking the other side. You both whipped through the door. You fired a few shots at a couple of operatives, then slammed the hilt of your gun into the throat of a man who had gotten a little too close for comfort before grabbing him by the front of his jacket and slamming a fist into his nose, knocking him unconscious.

You spun and caught the tail end of Bucky kicking a man in the middle of his chest, hurtling him back into the stairwell and down a flight of stairs before his head cracked against the concrete wall.

“You’re relatively clear.” Bucky called into the coms. “We’re gonna scope out this floor, but you should be good to come up.”

“On our way.” Nat said through the line.

Bucky looked at you and silently motioned for you to follow him through the hallway. You nodded and stepped over the body in front of you, taking up your position at his flank.

You snuck through the halls, peeking in doors and down hallways, but found no one.

“It’s a little too quiet up here.” Bucky whispered. You hummed in agreement.

“We’re in.” Cap whispered through the coms. “I’m gonna stand guard on Nat. You two find a good spot to repel.”

“On it.” You said to Cap.

Bucky spun around and you headed back in the direction of the computer database. You rounded the corner and stepped into a large L-shaped open concept office space with floor to ceiling windows on the back wall that looked out onto the building with the helipad. You couldn’t see the quinjet, but you knew that meant that the camouflage was still in place.

You both silently crept across the open room. There was something about the room that made your stomach turn. It was too open. Too quiet. “Bucky…” you whispered.

Suddenly he snagged you around the waist and hauled you to the ground, just as a few bullets ricocheted off the wall of filing cabinets behind you. Right where your head had been.

You were flat on your back, chests melded together. He was scanning the room in the direction of where the bullets had come from. “Stay down” He whispered before rolling off of you and crawling in the direction of the perpetrator.

You picked your head up and flipped over to your stomach, army crawling in the other direction. You had to be sure it wasn’t just a diversion, that there weren’t other men with guns on the other side of the room waiting for Bucky to get distracted.

You sat with your back against the wall of filing cabinets, catching your breath and listening for any movement. Bucky was out of your line of sight, he had to be crouched between filing cabinets, stalking his prey.

You suddenly heard a very small creak, coming from somewhere between the desks behind this wall of cabinets. You took a deep breath, grabbed both glocks from your hips, and whipped around the corner.

You saw two shadows move to your left and you let a smattering of bullets fly in that direction. Two bodies went down somewhere to your left and you spun to your right just in time to duck as a fist swung for your jaw. You bull rushed the guy, wrapping your arms around his waist and slamming your body weight into his gut, tackling him to the ground. Behind you, you could hear shots being fired across the room.

You sat up, straddling him, and with your gun still in your fist, punched him once square in the nose. He spat blood up into your face and choked out “Bitch.” You just smirked and slammed your fist against his skull again, this time knocking him out cold.

“Asshole.” You said down to his unconscious form. You hopped up, both glocks held out in front of you, but you had managed to down every agent on your side of the room. You spun, heading back in the direction that you heard Bucky’s voice alongside an unfamiliar one.

“Put your gun down. Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” The unfamiliar voice crooned.

“My pleasure.” That was Bucky. You heard the thud of what you assumed was his gun being dropped on the floor.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You began weaving through desks toward where you heard the voices, coming from around the corner of the large office space. You could hear grunts and the sounds of fists meeting flesh. When you rounded the corner you saw the unknown man had Bucky in a headlock, cutting off Bucky’s oxygen.

“Fuck me.” You groaned. Both of their heads whipped up to look at you at the same time. Bucky was pretty red in the face.

Without hesitating you lifted your glock and put a hole in the strange man's forehead. It was a pretty close shot, but you were a good aim and you weren’t overly concerned about hitting Buck in the process.

The man dropped to the floor and Bucky fell to his hands and knees, sucking in deep breaths. You stomped over to him, stopping a few inches from where he crouched, and put your hands on your hips to stare down at him.

“Thanks sweet-” Bucky had started to choke out.

“What the actual fuck was that James Buchanan Barnes.” You spit down at him. You were boiling with anger. How dare he? How dare he fucking try to have some macho fight and nearly get himself killed. You almost wanted to kill him yourself, just to prove a fucking point. You were seething.

He just coughed out a laugh and looked up at you with a big grin on his face. “You’re kinda cute when you’re angry.”

You spun on your heel and walked toward the wall of windows behind him. “And you’re kind of an idiot when you’re high on adrenaline James.”

He chuckled again, hauling himself to his feet. He snagged his gun and strapped it over his shoulder. He walked up next to you and punched his metal arm through the drywall of the wall next to the windows. You flinched and looked at him.

What the hell?

“Gotta find a beam to strap ourselves to, Doll.” He smirked at you. He ripped a piece of drywall out with his fist, revealing a big metal I-beam. “We’re set in the office space at the end of the hall whenever you two get your shit together.” He panted into the com.

Nat’s amused voice answered “We’re on our way, but it sounds like you’re the one who needs to get your shit together Barnes.”

You punched Bucky in the shoulder. “Don’t ever do that again you idiot.”

“I knew you’d get him.” Bucky responded, pulling the repelling cable out of the bag on his back and wrapping an end around the I-beam, securing it together.

“That was a pretty close shot Buck.”

“Like I said” he panted, as he clipped a hook to the cable, and then to the harness around his waist. “I knew you’d get him.” He turned to you with a big stupid grin on his face. “You know…” He started, stepping into you “I normally hate when people use my full name, but when it’s coming from your lips I kinda love it.” You were nearly chest to chest now. He flicked your nose.

“Fuck you, James.” You spit. He just chuckled and bit his lower lip. He extended the hook from the middle of his torso to clip into the harness in the middle of yours. There was now only about an inch of space between the two of you. You were sharing every breath.

Behind you, you could hear footsteps as Nat and Steve came running into the room. They made a beeline for your position, Steve ripped their cable from his backpack and began securing it around the I-beam and strapping himself to Nat.

Bucky started to walk backwards toward the giant window behind him. Nat fired her glock a few times at the glass above your heads, causing the glass to shatter and fall away leaving a big opening for you to repel out of. You closed your eyes as glass fell around you.

Bucky wrapped his right arm around your waist and you felt his metal arm pull slightly on the cable, checking for tension. You opened your eyes and found his blue eyes piercing into yours.

“Ready sweetheart?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “What have I been saying all day James? I’m alw--”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence because Bucky stepped backward off the edge of the building without taking his eyes off yours.

~0~

You free fell for a few heart beats before Bucky pushed his feet against the wall to slow your descent. As you repelled, you could hear the soft whistling of Clint’s arrows through the air and the shattering of windows around you as he picked off anyone who tried to stop your momentum.

When you reached the level of the building you were supposed to drop onto Bucky tightened his grip around the cable, slowing your momentum. You flinched a bit at the sound of metal scraping metal as the cable slid along his palm.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” You asked.

He shrugged. “A little, I can only kinda feel it. It definitely doesn’t hurt as bad as I’m sure Cap’s hand does right now, even with a kevlar glove.”

So that’s why they had wanted you to repel in pairs. So you and Nat wouldn’t have to get cable burns on your hands. Those two ancient men. Couldn’t get over their chivalry from the 40’s. You rolled your eyes.

“Sam, a little boost please.” Bucky called into the coms.

“Oh c’mon super soldier.” Sam crooned back. “Can’t swing over yourself? You’re looking pretty bad in front of the ladies.”

You giggled. “If you think this is a bad look, you should have seen the dumbass in a head lock up there on the top floor.” Bucky glared at you.

Sam just laughed. “I want to be clear, I’m only coming to help you because you’re strapped to that gorgeous woman with a wicked mouth. Otherwise you’d be on your own Tin Man.”

Sam swung around the building and snagged Bucky by the backpack, flapping his wings and yanking you both backwards so you were hovering over the edge of the building. Bucky quickly unhooked your waists from the cable. When Sam felt your weight drop, he let go of Bucky’s bag and flew back over to bring Nat and Steve over the edge as well.

You dropped straight down to the roof of the building. Bucky took the brunt of the impact, rolling when his back hit the concrete. You laid on your sides on the roof, panting together for a moment before he reached between you and unclasped the hook that connected you. You rolled over to your back, still catching your breath from the impact of hitting the roof.

Bucky turned his head to look at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You panted. Chest heaving up and down as you sucked in oxygen. “I feel fucking incredible.” You turned your head to look at him. He smiled at you.

“You look fucking incredible.” He said. Like it just slipped out before he could stop it. You blushed, your whole body going warm and gooey.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard two matching grunts as Nat and Steve hit the roof and the mechanical sounds of Sam landing a little ways away. You both rolled to stand up.

Clint scaled down the side of a large water tank structure and started walking toward the jet. “Took you long enough.” He called.

“I blame this one on Barnes.” Nat called. “He was trying a little too hard to show off.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah Buck, it sounds like you got your ass handed to you up there. Little distracted buddy?”

Bucky muttered “Fuck you” under his breath as you all climbed back on the ship. You spun around to walk backward up the ramp so you could cock an eyebrow at Bucky, giving him a little smirk.

He just dropped his head to look at his feet as he stomped up the ramp. “Keep walkin, dollface.”

You cackled, and spun around to walk the rest of the way up the ramp. Dropping into a seat and strapping yourself in for the long flight home.

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Skin Deep ~ Part 2

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Since it’s a long weekend here in the states, I was able to get Part 2 of my series up and out to you early! If you haven’t read Skin Deep ~ Part 1, you should, as this picks up exactly where we left off! Here’s the link: Skin Deep ~ Part 1 Thank you to everyone who’s embraced this new story! And, a special thanks to @sammy-jo1977 for being a partner in crime!

I’d also like to give a shout out to @vodka-and-some-sass, love ya lady!

Pairing: Steve x Female Reader, Loki X Female Reader, Natasha and Nick Fury make appearances Summary: Loki left Earth over two years ago, promising to come back. Your best friend Natasha encourages you to look for a new love in the arms of Steve Rogers. But is everything as it seems? Warnings: This chapter has SMUT, fingering, oral sex, angst

“I thought we could go for a ride? Are you up for that doll?”

Stepping up to his motorcycle parked casually on the curb, “Um… I have never ridden one of these before.” Steve clasped your hand in his, brushing his lips across your knuckles, “I promise to keep you safe.” Be bold, you thought. Take a new step. This was the start of something, you could feel it, and this moment seemed like a test you wanted to pass.

“Oh, hell. Ok.” Smiling at your bravery, Steve adjusted the second helmet he carried, making sure you and your brain were securely fastened.

Snuggled behind him, Steve’s deep voice rumbled through his chest, “Here.” Taking your arms around his waist, pressing into him tighter than was probably needed, but your spike of fear made it feel necessary. His laugh spread over you but Steve offered no objections to your concerned clinging. Truthfully, he loved the feeling. “Ready?” Nodding, mouth dry, you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting to feel the rough take off of his bike. “Hey… use your words, Ok? Are you ready?” Something about his commanding tone made you release a ragged breath, “Yes… yes. I’m ready.” Below you, the motor roared to life, vibrations rattling your teeth. Steve put one hand on the throttle as the other reached around to pat your leg, “Hold onto me, doll. I’ll go easy, ok?” “Yes!” Almost shouting over the engine, and your helmet, you wanted to make sure he heard you. And then you were moving. As you leaned into the leather covered back before you, a relaxing energy overtook you. What was so scary about this? Steve had you, steady and secure, and as you left the start and stop lights of the city behind, he felt you melt into the bike more and more. Along a winding strip of back road, silent and scenic, you unlocked your grip to point out a pair of grazing horses. Bobbing his head, Steve was relieved that you were enjoying the ride, comfortable enough to let go just a little. It gave rise to a budding bubble of hope from the bottom of his heart. Mesmerizing was the best way to describe this journey, you decided somewhere between the front door of the compound and the highway’s on-ramp. Watching the landscape slide by as you felt the wind on your legs, Steve’s radiant warmth enveloping you, and the soothing hum of the motorbike at your feet took your breath away. Registering Steve shifting gears, slowing down just a touch, a small field came into view. Setting into a spectacular array of oranges and pinks, the sun was sinking slowly, casting the meadow in shifting shafts of light. Pulling onto the soft shoulder of the road, Steve rolled the bike to a stop at a white fence, kickstand down and engine off before dismounting. “Come on, let's stretch our legs a bit… whatta ya say?” “Sure!” You started shifting forward, ready to swing a leg over the seat, when Steve settled his firm hands on your hips. Then you were in his arms, casually lifted off your swinging feet, spinning like a princess in some animated fairy tale. “Steve! Put me down!” There’s no real heat in your words. It’s just important that he knows you’re not some simpering, simple minded maiden in need of rescue. However, it does fill you with delight, the way you’re weightless in Steve’s grip. “Of course, doll.” But he takes a beat to squeeze you to him, just a second to feel your soft body cradled to his, before letting your legs drop. What you didn’t count on was being goofy footed after the long ride. Almost the second Steve let you go, your toe caught on a stone, and with your muscles turned to jelly, you couldn’t stop the downward tug of gravity. “Whoa! Easy!”, one of those sinewy forearms caught you, spinning you into Steve’s embrace with all the grace of a newborn fawn. You’re aware of how your breasts are pushing against his brawny chest, elbows bent so that your hands are digging into his strapping shoulders, a shocked gasp fanning into Captain America’s ruggedly handsome face. His hand is exactly where it should be, curled chastly around your middle but the scorching heat of him makes it feel sensual. Snugged into his hips, the pose was romantic, and you lifted your chin, ready to accept another soul stealing kiss from Steve. If only you weren’t still wearing your helmet. Fogging the face plate, you saw Steve smile widely, unhooking the strap and gently removing your plastic and foam head piece. You’d let him, not moving an inch, still stuck on Steve’s sturdy figure. Never one to cling, you found that you didn’t want to let go of the mighty man in front of you. Keeping one arm around you, Steve steered you away from the street, stopping to open up the saddlebag on his bike. Swinging a bundle from his free hand, Steve led you further into the field before you, “Come on, kiddo.” Hidden in the almost unending sea of knee high grass is a footpath and Steve holds your hand loosely as you follow behind. Before long, trees line the path, fanning out in both directions. “An apple orchard! How did you know about this place, Steve?” Bowing his head, a touch shy, “Oh… Um… it’s mine.” “Shut up!” “Seriously.” Releasing your fingers, Steve walks to the nearest tree and plucks off a firm, round, red apple. You watch him wipe it along his shirt before the satisfying crunch of his hearty bite meets your ears. Holding it out to you, a modern day Adam, tempting Eve, “Wanna try, doll?” Smirking, you lower your head, not your eyes to the fruit in Steve’s palm. Eating out of his hand, you take a small nibble of the delicious globe, tasting sunshine and sweetness in the hay scented dusk. Groaning lowly, Steve resists the urge to take you right there, in the dust and dirt of his north field. “Doll…” There’s a warning edge there, but you happily ignore it, instead taking another small bite and moaning a little yourself. It’s fun pushing Steve’s buttons. Flirting had always been easy for you but the last time you’d used that particular muscle was almost twenty four months ago. You were pleased, realizing that it was like riding a bicycle. Licking his palm now, the juice from his apple pooling, you heard Steve’s breath catch. He didn’t want you to stop and he certainly didn’t want to spook you. So the super soldier stood stock still, waiting to see what you’d do next, hopeful and hungry. His wrists were so strong. Kissing over the braided tendons there you felt his serum enhanced pulse rush as your mouth moved over his arm. “You have very strong hands.” “Uh huh.” Having lost the ability to think straight the second your tongue traced over his open hand, Steve can only grunt out sounds, careful not to push you too hard. “And you grow beautiful apples. Is this your retirement plan, then? Farm life?” You’re teasing him. He knows it, but the sound of your voice is sultry and stirring, it takes him a minute to answer. Swallowing hard, “Pies. I want to sell pies.” With a flirty smirk you bite into your bottom lip, “So, Captain America’s All American Apple Pie Emporium, is that it? If you figure how to stick a flag into the crust it’ll be the most patriotic thing since… well, since you came along.” “I know you’re laughing at me… but-” pushing you against the trunk of an obliging tree, “-you won’t be laughing for long.” Steves says it, smiling, but something inside of you sizzles at his words. Breathless, you taunt, “Why, Captain America? A bit… aggressive, wouldn’t you say?” Towering over you, Steve pressed his forehead to yours, “No doll, I’m just finally going after what I want.” Without waiting for your reply his pink pout parts your lips, tongue licking into the sugar coated cavern of your mouth, taking his fill of your tart tongue. Shutting your eyes, you let your body rule your actions, relishing Steve’s hungry touch. Eager to return the favor. There’s just so much of him that needs attention. A wide thigh, parting your own, lifts you onto your toes. One of your arms sneaks around his narrow waist, toying with his wide leather belt, earning a purr of pleasure from the super soldier. Sliding to your throat, Steve’s kisses turn needy, rushed. Greedy, gasping, grabbing, he was everywhere. Singing sighs escaped you as Steve squeezed the swell of your hip, his mighty paw sliding under the hem of your skirt, roughly gripping your thigh. “God, I missed kissing.” Panting against the curve of his ear, you pulled Steve closer, his nose nuzzled into your neck. “Doll, I want to do more than kiss you.” flexing his pelvis into your own, the heavy heat of his yearning obvious through all the layers between you. Trailing his fingers under your denim jacket, over your cotton tee, Steve stroked across your breast as his lips crashed into yours once more. Rolling his hips, Steve showed you exactly what was on his mind. Pinned by his well muscled body, all you could do was act naturally, whimpering with want at the friction Steve’s smouldering form gave off. Wrapping your leg high on his was your idea and boy, did it feel incredible. Humping into his thrusts, mind reeling, you rode out the reignited flames of forgotten passion. Steve’s mouth was more insistent, more ferocious, as it claimed yours over and over. Sliding from your thigh to the firm roundness of your bottom, shifting his grip, Steve’s hand lifted you higher. “Can I touch you, doll? Will you let me? I want to feel you so bad, baby.” Broken, Steve’s voice was raw and rugged, ravenous for you. Flushing at his flagrant, frenzied urging, you threw your head back giving Steve a wild nod. Latching onto your exposed collar bone, feeling the sharp sting of his straight teeth followed by the slick soothing of his tongue, Steve tagged you as his. Mewling out his name, the feeling of his fingers against your damp panties made you shiver. Circling his neck, holding on tight, you preened at the press of Steve’s hand cupping your core so completely. “Steve… please…” coming out of you in panted puffs, begging for something, anything, to crest the rising tide inside of you. “That’s it doll.” Slipping one finger into your clenching channel, “Beg me. Ask me to touch you. I need to hear you. Hear that you want me, baby.” “Oh, yes… Steve… Don’t… don’t stop. I want it. I want it so bad!” Slicking your slit, Steve added a second finger, his hips matching the rhythm of his probing digits. “You are so sexy, doll. Do you know that?” His fingers spread, working to widen your velvet walls, stretching you. The heel of his hand ground against your swollen nub, ratcheting up your racing heartbeat, rolling you closer to release. Curling his fingers, scraping against the spongy, sensitive spot of your satin tunnel, Steve felt you shake around him. You were so close now, the pulsing power of your climax closing in on you, “Hmmm... Steve… Steve…” Pouring out of you in a never ending stream of sighs, Steve smirked against your skin, “Are you going to cum for me, doll? I want you to. I want you to show me how beautiful you look when you let go.” And you did. Instead of a tidal wave, your orgasm was peaceful, a rippling pool. A pouring pitcher. A cool stream on a hot day. Your first time since Loki took you by surprise. Hearing the singing crickets in the meadow, the distant roar of a car on the road, your own release added to the music of the night. Like summer rain, you melted into the sensation of satisfaction, even if it didn't come from hours of teasing or endless tasting.

No, tonight's pleasure was pillow soft, downy and dewy. Complete and honest. No frills, third base in the backseat sexual fulfillment. And you liked it! How could you not love the primal relief of release from so gifted a guy? Steve was classic, vanilla, consistent and constant. He got the job done. The only problem? He wasn’t Loki. Head back, breathing deeply after your indulgence, you shut your eyes. Vanilla was a great flavor. Perfect for apple pie. But when you've had Dark Chocolate Cookie Dough Swirl, how could basic vanilla compete?

Pushing those thoughts out of your mind, slowly taking in the orchard as night's shadows lengthened, you felt Steve setting you to rights. He looked impossibly proud, as if your orgasm proved something beyond biology, but you didn't mind it. At least now you knew enjoying someone other than Loki was possible.

Realizing that this moment would be the beginning of your new relationship with Steve made your head spin. It was startling but you had promised Natasha you would try. Try to get out of your head, try to put the past where it belonged, try not to think about the torn way your heart pulled.

Live in this moment. Breath in this moment. Enjoy this moment. Kissing you kindly, adoringly, Steve slowly lowered you to standing. Scarlet cheeked with hair in your face, he hadn’t thought you could look more perfect, yet here you were staring up at him with your huge shining eyes. Brushing a stray lock away, grinning, “Hey doll…” “Hey yourself, Cap.” “I hope…” What did he hope? That you were happy? Satisfied? As madly in love with him and he was with you? Stopping him, pressing yourself into his chest, you kissed him lightly. “I know.” Cupping his smooth cheeks, rubbing your nose to his, “Why don’t you show me around?” “Yea?” Slipping your hand into his, comfortable and cozy with him for the first time, “Yes.” ---- Natasha didn't see you again until Monday morning and even that was a drive by visit. Steve scooped you up for lunch, texted you all day and offered to take you to dinner. She should have been upset about being ditched, but honestly, this was exactly what Nat wanted for you both. Over time dance class was forgotten as donuts were no longer on your radar. Instead you started baking pies, fresh apple pies, bringing them into the office for everyone to share. It seemed like your new found happiness was manifesting itself in flour and sugar.

Weekends at the orchard, playing house with Steve, then staying in the compound during the week. When the group got together, it was a blast, because you seemed at ease again. More like your old self.

Natasha was especially pleased to see the color creep back into your life, slowly and surely.Granted, your hair wasn't pink yet, but your cheeks were. Between that and the dopey smile Steve sported all day, she felt vindicated. Yet, in the back of her mind was the threat of Loki's imminent return.

“Cat got your tongue, agent?” Nick Fury wasn’t great at being ignored for a daydream. “No, sir.” “Am I boring you?” Answering him with a curt nod, “No.” “Then what do you suggest?” Throwing the file labeled Loki onto the table, the trickster God's profile on the transparent screen at his back, Fury glowered at the agents in front of him. “I suggest that we monitor the situation. Engage Thor, if needed, and finish the holding cell, just in case Loki doesn't return to Earth as friendly as when he left.” Stiffly, Steve swiveled in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. "I agree with Agent Romanoff. Plan for the problem we want to avoid."

"And how is our backup plan, Captain?"

Shifting uncomfortably, Steve met Fury's eye with his even stare. "Fine."

"Any word from Loki?"

"Not that I've heard." Looking at the illuminated image of your previous partner made Steve anxious but his voice betrayed nothing.

"And you would hear, correct?", Nick's hands found his hips, mild irritation radiating off of him.

Glaring openly at the director now, Steve questioned, "What are you implying?"

"I just want to make sure we cover our bases. She's one of those bases."

Smoothing over the tension, Natasha interceded quietly, "Steve has been… on top of the situation for three months now. And I would've been told if Loki made contact. It's just how she is. This wouldn't be a kept secret."

"Fine. For now. Natasha, you know what to do. Play this one close, people. We might be over preparing, but I won't have another 2012 on my hands."

"Yes sir."

Steve rose quickly, turning to Nick Fury, "Sir."

Leaving the conference room that served as Nick's office, Natasha released a held breath, "How is it going, really?"

"Which part? The part where I'm lying to the woman I love, or the part where I'm using her?"

"Steve."

"Natasha?"

"You heard Fury… it's probably overkill."

"That won't matter if she finds out."

He wasn't wrong, Nat had to give Steve that,"Are you still planning on asking her? This weekend?"

"I don't know anymore. She-" Jamming his finger into the elevator call button, taking his frustration out on the plastic circle, "-she deserves better."

"This will all be over soon, Steve. When Loki finds out she's yours, that he has no chance, he'll walk away."

"I wish I had your confidence."

Stopping short, furrowing her brow, "What makes you say that?"

Stepping into the lift, Steve faced Natasha full on, "Loki... he is no quitter. I know I wouldn't leave her, not without a fight, not if I didn't have to."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

"Yea. See you tomorrow night?"

Natasha patted Steve's shoulder as the car stopped on her floor, "Assuming this goes to plan… Of course, you will! I can't miss my best friend's engagement, can I?"

---

When Loki had said goodbye to you, it was with the expectation of a speedy return, victorious negotiations and no bloodshed. He was coming back to you, years later, battle tested, talked out, but triumphant. Oh, how he had missed you.

Thoughts of you raced through his mind. His base need to bury himself in your sunshine, your warmth, was Loki's sole focus now. Too long he had denied the ache in his heart at being away from you. You were, at this moment, the only thing Loki wanted. Which is why the welcome home from Agent Romanoff was a let down, a bruise to his ego, a blocking of his desire.

Surely you knew he was home. Hadn’t Loki communicated with Fury regularly? Reported, as asked, on all the goings on off world to ensure that danger never knocked on Earth’s door. Returned, eager to reunite, ready to reconnect with you and you alone, Loki was confused by your absence. You had promised to wait, after all.

“Agent Romanoff. It is truly lovely to see you, but I can’t help noticing that my pet isn't here yet.”

Shoving her hands into the pockets of the black leather she wore, “She won't be coming.”

That brought Loki up short. Not coming? That couldn’t possibly be accurate. “Excuse me?”

“She's not coming. She's uh… she's moved on.” Raising her chin, defiant, Natasha locked eyes with the demi-God.

Flashing Nat that spreading smirk, “Moved on? Impossible.”

“Oh it’s possible. More than possible. You’re too late, Loki. She picked someone else. Got engaged and everything.”

Anger, red and raw, flashed through him at the thought. Risking a step closer to the mere mortal in front of him, Loki roared, “To who? Who dares claim what is mine?”

Sighing at the dramatics, “Calm down, Loki. If you don't, this could go south, real fast.” Pulling the small, glowing device from her pocket, Natasha pressed a button. Behind Loki, from the floor, a set of electric charged rails emerged, sending beams of light to the ceiling. A cage made of light and energy.

Laughing mirthlessly, “Is this the plan then? Keep me from my pet, push my proverbial buttons, and provoke me to anger. Then with enough justification you can lock me up? Lovely. And I had so hoped that we were passed all this.”

Without looking, Loki snapped his fingers, cutting the current and effectively disabling SHIELD’s light show. Bristling now, feral and fierce, advancing towards Natasha again, “Loki…”

“Agent Romanoff, I have one question for you. Where is she?”

Standing her ground, unwavering, Natasha started, “I'm not-”

Bellowing out his unchecked rage, “WHERE IS SHE?!” Flinching, that was the most she would give Loki’s outburst, “I’m not at liberty to tell you, Loki.”

Natasha had already triggered the alert system. Nick Fury and his team would be en route, ready to mitigate Loki’s threat, Steve would be briefed. She didn’t have anything to worry about as long as she could keep Loki and his furious figure here, away from you. Reaching for her sidearm, Natasha felt the most alarming sensation, an ice cream headache that radiated through her whole body. “It’s an effective restraint, courtesy of the Frost Giants and, I’m a fan, to be honest.” “Loki, this won’t work. SHIELD already knows you’re here, they’re going to catch you.” “Probably.” Leaning close to her ear, dropping his voice, Loki changed tactics, “Just tell me where to find her. If I have to do it myself I will. But it will take longer and be… messier.” “Don’t threaten me, Loki. I’ve danced with you before, or have you forgotten?” “My previous time on Earth will look like a vacation if any harm has come to my pet. This is my vow to you… to Fury. To anyone who might keep me from what’s been promised.” Striding towards the door, Loki turned his back on Natasha, “She’s not yours, Loki. You don’t own her!” Looking at her over his armoured shoulder, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “She’s in love with Steve! And it’s real, Loki. She’s so happy… He gives her everything! More than what you could give her.” Loki stopped then. Watching his spine stiffen, Natasha saw him turn, his eyes narrowed into slits. Tilting his dark head, a half smile on his lips, “Thank you, Agent.”

---

Spending hours setting up the homestead, just so, had been worth it. Looking around the yard, you smiled, pleased with the finished results. Lights twinkling brightly, the old picnic table covered in a simple cloth, bowls filled with flowers from your garden. It was a farmland fairy tale and you were itching to show it off only a few hours from now.

You had taken Friday off. Cleaning, shopping up a storm, prepping food for the crew took time and Pepper had been so good about giving you leave. It was no secret that she and Tony were both rooting for you guys. Steve had opted to work, telling you that the gang would be arriving around six or so Saturday night, they'd be hungry, and ready to have a good time. There was a lot to do, there always was, but you wanted this night to be a special one. After all it was your first time hosting everyone at the orchard, kind of a big deal cementing you and Steve as a stable, functional couple.

Staying in the city until Saturday, you weren't expecting your boyfriend to show up much before your guests, and frankly, sometimes it was easier to get through your "to do" list without him hovering. He had a tendency to crowd you, linger over your shoulder, follow you with his big blue eyes. At times you felt like Steve was monitoring you, watching out for something, cautiously testing your bond.

Setting bottles of beer and rose’ into the ice filled buckets, you were startled when that reliable honeyed voice called out, "Honey? I'm home."

"Steve? You're early. Like, really early. Everything ok?"

Stepping onto the sun dappled stone walkway, blonde hair brilliant, Steve's smile was wolfish and wide. He was almost hopping, making his way towards you, his gaze never leaving your own. At close range now, Steve dragged you to him tightly, nibbling on your neck until you squirmed free, giggling.

"Steve! What's gotten into you?" Normally so formal, proper, guarded, this wasn't like the man you'd lived with for months now.

"Couldn't keep away. Didn't want to, really. Damn, but you do look good."

Hands framing your face pulled your mouth to his. Swiping his tongue over your teeth, testing the taste of you, Steve's lips demanded more. Bumping into the edge of your fancy set table, you couldn't outmaneuver the man in front of you, and he knew it. Bending you back, Steve's arm supporting your weight, your fingers carded through those golden curls. Hearing his breath hitch made your stomach flutter. This kiss was getting to him too.

Whispering in your ear, husky and hot, "I missed you, pet. So, so much."

Resting your forehead to his, head bowed, "I guess so!"

Steve pulled you to standing, taking your hand in his, marching toward the house. "Where are we going? I have so much to…"

"Leave it. Just, come with me, pet. Please?"

Once you crossed over the threshold to your kitchen he was on you again, fingers fiddling with your belt, ripping your work shirt free. Scalding, Steve slid his rough hands over your rib cage, cupping your breasts through the basic cotton bra you'd thrown on to start your day. "Oh, god! Steve!!"

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes! God!" Dropping your near shout to a humble hum, "Don't stop… please?"

"I don't plan to. Come on." Practically running, Steve had you tripping over your feet to keep up as he rounded the stairs for the second floor. He couldn't keep his hands off of you. Losing your top completely at the door, it fell to the floor in a heap, soon to be joined by your bra. Feeling his skin on yours made you shiver. For the first time since you'd been together, Steve felt wild, free. And if you were honest, you had missed the open wanting that Loki inspired, which, until now, Steve had been unable to express.

"Why? Why are you so… different today?" Your sentence was broken up by Steve's never ending licking and biting over your chest. Tonguing your taut nipples, tasting your torso, Steve savored your tantalizing form. Tangling his hair in your fist, holding him too close to hear his muffled answer, "What?"

"I realized what a treasure I had. Needed to show you, pet." And with that said, Steve striped you of your jeans. Grinning lewdly, eyebrow quirked, "No panties?"

Reaching for his tight body once more, your lips licking along his throat, "Didn't need 'em!"

"Naughty!" Steve, punctuating his joyful admonishment with a firm slap on your round bottom, nudged you onto the bed. Rolling you onto your back, Steve crawled between your spread legs, resting his broad chest over your own.

His arms, so impossibly thick, caged you in as a long, leisurely kiss danced over your mouth. Tugging his shirt off, tousling his blonde locks in the process, you were amazed at Steve’s transformation. No longer timid, testing, Steve put your hands on his belt, “Go on then.” At his order, you found his mouth again, fingers fumbling with the silver buckle at his waist. Pushing his pants down to his hips, almost enough to free him, “Help?”, you asked cutely. “Of course, pet.” Kneeling up, you watched as Steve shucked his trousers, throwing them to the floor before growling, “Where were we?” Patting the bed beside you, “Right here, babe!” Crawling now, Steve slithered between your parted thighs, “Here is better, I think.” Giggling again, you smiled, “Oh, you think so?” Pressing scorching smooches to the skin of your calf, coasting across your knobby knee, then licking along your thick quad, Steve tortured his way to your core. Your clawing hands scratched into the thick, golden hair of his head, trying to direct him to your need. “Look at how wet you are, pet. Is all this for me? All of this for your Captain?” “Yes… Yes, Steve!” You felt his thick fingers part your lower lips, exposing your secret skin to the air, shivering at the intimacy of the act. “Hmm… I’ve missed you, you know?” “It’s only been a day, Steve… but oh… Oh!” Silencing you with a swipe of his talented tongue, Steve teased your bundled nerves in long, slow strokes. Licking into your clenching channel, tasting your uniqueness, Steve sighed contentedly, lapping up all you could give him. When licking was no longer enough, Steve sucked on your tiny tense, pearl making you shout, “Shit! Steve! Oh, God! I’m… I’m…” “Yes, pet, cum for me!” Lightning fast, your pleasure peaked, ripping through your body. Thighs quaking, you pulled against Steve’s scalp, bucking your hips against his ravishing mouth. Soundless, lips parted in a silent scream, Steve lapped up your creamy release. Breathless, reaching for his stiff steel, “Please… I need it, Steve.” Damp from your discharge, Steve’s smile was savage, “I’m going to give it to you pet. Get on your knees now. “ Biting your bottom lip, you raced to comply, happy that Steve was trying something new. You’d asked him to switch positions, change things up, but routine was a comfort to your new beau. Something had shaken him loose and you were grateful when you felt him hard and hot behind you. Skating his palms up your spine, tugging at your hair, Steve turned your head, “I won’t be gentle, pet.” Breathing ragged, “Good. I’ve tried to tell you, I won’t break, Steve.” “Don’t I know it.” Guiding his thick cock closer to your quivering center, his tip brushed against your outer folds, gathering your slick. When his wide head pushed inward, you sucked in a breath, “Oh god…” With a husky laugh, “Your so tight, pet. So tight. This might hurt… but in the best possible way.” “Please…” Whining openly now, over eager to feel the rigid length of Steve, you arched your back, hoping for more. Answering your plea, Steve growled lowly, gripping your hips. Pulling you back slowly, ensuring that every ridge and valley of his rod was imprinted on your slick channel, he forced you to savor the stretching burn of his size. Reaching around you, one arm circled your chest, lifting you off your elbows. The other, skating over your pelvis, seeking and finding your throbbing nub with a vicious pinch that made you cry out. Your back was plastered to his chest, Steve sucking on the soft skin behind your ear, claiming you. “I can’t hold back, pet. I am going to fill you up. Make you mine.”, each promise was punctuated with a vicious thrust, deeper than the last. Curling your hands over the powerful thighs banging against your own, “Yes! Please, Steve! Please!”

The change in Steve was pushing you further and faster towards unraveling. Every spot that sent you soaring was filled, flicked or fondled. Even his words were electric, sending shock waves through you, shoving you closer to satisfaction.

"I'm cumming, Steve! Holy… shit!" Shuddering in his arms, you felt his driving thrusts stutter, heard his shivery sigh of your name. Steve exploded into you, squeezing you tight enough to bruise, rocking his hips until he was completely spent.

Behind you, the sound of clapping hands made you jump, your head swinging towards the bedroom door. Applause were swell, but who'd be brave enough to sneak up here? Stealthy enough for spying?

"That good, doll?" You'd never heard him like this before. Steely and cold, Steve was leaning into the door jamb wearing an unreadable look. Pushing off the frame, he stalked toward the bed, eyes full of blue fury.

But Steve was also wrapped around you like a second skin, nosing the nape of your neck, his softening length still inside of you, "What the…?"

"Loki."

"Loki?" Squeaking, you swung your head between the two Steves.

"Captain." the Steve behind you wavered slightly, an evil glint in his eye.

"Captain?" Your voice was high pitched and panic filled. Your breathing got shorter, your face hot, your skin prickly.

"Doll?" Grabbing the fleshy part of your arm, trying to remove you from the Steve behind you, Second Steve gave you a fierce tug. Feet on the floor, you shrugged your arm free and spun to face the Steve who was still naked and hard in your bed.

"My pet." And before your eyes the broad body of Steve Rogers that had so recently brought you to paradise, shimmered green, revealing the long, lean figure of Loki Odinson.

"Loki…? Is it…? Are you… really here?", barely whispering, barely controlling your rising panic.

"Surprise." Harsh and hurt, Loki glared in your direction. Flinching at the sting of his tone, your eyes filled with tears, your lower lip trembling.

Sighing, Steve worked to redirect you, "Doll. Come on, let's get you out of here."

Shaking your head, "Steve? I… I thought…" Struggling to connect the dots, you weren't sure what to do, where to turn.

"I know, doll. I forgive you. You thought it was me…"

Tsking, Loki chimed up, "Believe what you want, Captain. No one knows my pet's body better than me."

Taking a moment to look over your naked form, Steve saw the deepening plum bruises on your hips, the scarlet stains on your neck, the wetness on your thighs. Suddenly disgusted, Steve threw something at you, "Cover up, for Pete's sake."

Slipping your thin robe over your shoulders, mindlessly tying the belt, you started to shake. Again, perplexed, "Loki?"

"Pet. It's been a while."

Nodding, you felt your knees wobble before they buckled completely. Your vision fuzzed over like a disconnected television and your ears were filled with buzzing. "Loki?", once again whispering his name before everything went black.

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tempesthound · 3 years

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I tilt my body to the side as I move my motorcycle between the dead cars on the highway; the wind hits the top half of my face, making my eyes water a little. I have to slow my bike to a stop as I got to the highest point on this stretch of road. I could see just what I had come to: a traffic jam. Pulling my hood off my head, I take a drink from my canteen, swishing the stale water around in my mouth before swallowing. It had been a month tops since humanity’s extinction event, and looking around, you would think it had been years. I look inside the car beside me; a corpse laid forward, its head on the steering wheel. It had smashed into the front end of the vehicle. I guessed this lady must have broken her neck upon impact. Pulling my scarf over my nose, I grab my hunting knife and open the door, dragging the lady out. I gagged a little as I searched her body, then the inside of the car. A box of pop tarts under the driver’s seat bless whoever is listening. Popping the trunk, I find a knitted blanket, some chapstick, a backpack with some girl products, which is always an excellent find. I check a few more cars and find a few things before I siphon some gas into my bike. It gave me a few minutes to think about it before.

“Ali, be careful. I heard about some strange attacks happening lately; why don’t you extend your brake a little, tell these attacks to cool down,” Sam says as she touches my arm with a concerned look in her eyes. I sigh, and roll my eyes as I lean on the hood of my car. “I will be fine. My dad didn’t spend years and hours training me just for me to fail at stopping some attacker. Also, I worked too hard to get into this college not to go; I’ll be fine, and it’s just four days from here. If it gets crazy, I’ll come back out to this middle of Nowhere town.”

I should have stayed looking back now; it wasn’t even three weeks later that the world went to hell; I had been making my way back to my hometown. My entire life, I had made jokes about being ‘Zombie apocalypse ready,’ so when I saw the signs, I emptied my bank account on supplies. Water purifiers, battery packs, a few MRE rations, first aid kits, things like that. Then I got in my car and drove, staying off the highways. I headed for the backwoods, but first, I had to go through Missouri. There I lost my car but gained my bike, which I hated for the exposure but loved the gas I saved using it. I heard about the safe zone in Atlanta. Did I believe in it? No. Shaking my head, I cap off my small gas can and strap it down in the saddlebag that I had on the side of my bike, putting everything else in my bag. I get on my bike and start it up. I look around before I take off-putting in one headphone. I start my music, something I had because of several battery packs that were my veritable treasures to keep my phone working for as long as possible.

I slowly drove up to what looks like it was once a camping zone. I parked my bike against a tree. I cover it in the tattered blanket. Then I climbed the tree, wrapping a rope around myself to keep myself from falling out. “Best place to sleep for tonight,” I say as I bunker down, wrapping my arms around myself along with a heavy hoodie for warmth.

Nights like this always made me think back to the good times, times before the dead were ripping into every living creature.

I turn on the news it was, talking about violent attacks worldwide for the past few days. The attacks didn’t sound like they were going to let up soon.

As the news on the riots ended, I shake my head; this was like the start of a cliché horror movie. People broke into Walmarts, riots in food stores, people stalking up on guns and the needed ammo.

“Uncle Jhonny is laughing in his grave now,” I say to my mom, who is humming away in the kitchen, my youngest brother Luke, on her hip like the monkey he was. “Alice!” my mother lightly scolds me. “He called it; he said we would kill ourselves before anything else” I look at the photo of a fiery red-haired male with a smile stretched cheek to cheek as he holds a golden-haired girl with matching green eyes. That was one of the good days when cancer hadn’t eaten away at his bones and taken his mind. “You remind me of him; all his crazy theories filled your head, Rabit” I turn to face the angelic voice of my mother, her little monkey fast asleep in her arms, a smile on her face as she called me that.

Looking back now, it was days like this that I would miss the simple days, days at home with Luke and Mom. Days when my only trouble was school and work; Now I had to worry about walkers and, worst of all, those who survived.

I lean my head back against the tree; I ignore the tears running down my dirty face. Once clean, pale, freckled skin now always smeared with dirt and sweat. The golden blonde hair my mother loved a greasy mess. No, I knew tonight the demons in my mind would keep me awake.

Faster move, don’t stop, don’t look back, when someone is chasing you, you never look back, it raises the risk of you tripping over something in front of you. The words of my trained military father fill my head. My lungs cry out for air, my legs are all but jelly under me, but I can’t risk stopping now. They are too close. The screeches and groans of the man-eaters chasing me are enough to push me past the limits of my weak body. Days of rationing, my food, and water have left me malnourished. So I force myself until the air I’m taking in no longer reaches my brain or muscles. The branches of trees cut at my exposed skin as I push them out of my way, growing dizzier. I jump over a fallen log and stumble as I reach the other side, my legs finally giving out on me.

The once faint sounds of the walking dead now all too close, The dead woman trips over the log falling on top of me, its jaws snapping at me, its grotesque graying skin falling off in places, hollow eyes stare at me, dried pieces of something in its teeth. Reaching for the hunting knife in my boot, I use one hand to hold it by its throat as my hand easily slips through the decaying flesh above me. I turn my head and, using all the force I can, slamming my knife through the temple of the thing’s head, the spray of black blood that hits my cheek and chest is thick and smells worse than rotten eggs. This dead thing that was once alive woman falls like the dead weight she is. I pull myself from under her and lean against the log. The other dead seem to have forgotten me or too far behind for my exhausted body to care.

I don’t know how long I sat there, slowly letting my body catch up to my mind, letting it rest. I had run over five miles of unknown terrain on a body that hasn’t eaten or drank anything in three days. I sat there staring at the dead thing. It had the burned body of a woman. Half her face is gone. It was missing some hair, and it smelled of rotten pork, which made my stomach grumble in emptiness. I pull my bag and look in it. I had a protein bar half-eaten and half a water bottle with boiled river water in it. “Yummy,” I say half heartily.

The woman she probably hadn’t turned over three weeks ago, maybe four. I shake my head and stand my legs, only wobble a little before they decide to work with me instead of against me. My lungs no longer feel like they will jump out of my chest, and my throat doesn’t feel like it’s bleeding. I finish my water, shoving the bottle in my bag—no need to add litter to the decaying world.

Keeping my eyes and ears open as I’m walking munching on the protein bar, it wasn’t more than maybe half an hour when I hear the men’s voices, the sounds of their heavy footfalls and wolf whistles that fill the air in a dangerous song. I stop moving the sound of my feet on the dry leaves on the ground go silent, but the others take a moment, dropping my bar. My movements are quick reaching for the pistole that I had in a hostler on my hip. I pull it out, cock it, and keep walking. Spotting one man, then another, I can hear one more before I pick up my pace, and I sprint. That’s when the chorus of cheers and the chase truly began.

The men are faster than the bitters are they can think and plan when I zig, they zag, I dance through the woods, monitoring the two men at my sides, not daring to slow down, I’m coming up to an opening in the trees, no place to hide, no safety. It’s a battleground. As I break through the woods, I feel two arms grab me wrapping in me in a menacing hug.

I slam my foot down and throw my head and elbows back. I hear the satisfying crunch and groan of an injured man.

“Bitch” The unknown man says as I jump forward, the gun pointed at the man’s head.

“Back off, I know how to use this,” I growl out. I keep backing away from the man, his buddies showing up, their weapons raised. They all looked like the stereotype of an inbreed hilly billy, ratty matted, unwashed hair, and overalls. One even had a potbelly, the man who grabbed me had smelled like he never washed even before the downfall of humanity., none of them had guns. Still, three against one isn’t in my favor, no matter the training, not when my body wasn’t at its peak.

“Three against one honey, come with us nice and quiet, and maybe just maybe you get out of this alive” Lie, I won’t survive what they have planned for me, my body might survive, but my mind won’t. I pull the trigger and shoot the man who grabbed me.I can’t hesitate not when my life is on the line.

“MATTIE, You killed my brother!” Pot-belly yelled he came at me first, and I shot him in his chest twice with two quick pulls of the trigger. I had three bullets left with Potbelly down. I quickly aim at the other one. He came at me at once. Brown hair sticking to his sweaty skin, his arms spread out wide. I brace myself for the hit from him. He takes me to the ground, my gun falling from my hands and away from the us.

He hits my sides and face as I struggle under his weight; I bring my knee up between his legs as he grabs at my leather jacket, pulling at it, trying to tear it off my body; just as my knee reaches his third leg, he holds my hair. Pulling it as he groans, I claw at his face as he slams his fist on my face again. When I scream, he hits my head into the ground. I use my arm to feel around for my knife, my finger brush against the smooth metal at my thigh; he holds my arm down, stopping my movements; I squirm myself under the man as he feels up my body pulling at my thin tee shirt. I bring my head up and slam it against his face. I feel the blood run down my forehead. He falls backward, and groans as my fingers hook around the hilt of the hunting knife. I jump on top of him and slam the blade into the man’s face three times; I bring it down until he stops moving bright red blood, sprays against my face covering my hands and chest, my jacket hangs loosely off my shoulder, my white shirt torn and bloody. I’m still on top of the dead man when I hear a whistle.

“Well, damn, look at these boys” The voice was cocky, and as I turn, I can see why he was tall with a thick beard and messy black hair, a leather jacket hung with grace off his shoulders, a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it like a Christmas tree lights in his left hand. He screamed Alpha male; he was dangerous. The five men behind him didn’t intimidate me as much as he did and the guns they all held.

“Take one step closer. I fucking dare you” I spit out a mix of my blood my victims and slowly stand adrenaline coursing through my veins, my blood knife held in my hand.

“Now wait a damn minute, we’re not here to hurt you, Doll,” Alpha male said as I move away from my bloody victim, picking up the gun not a few inches away from where I shot Potbelly, who was groaning and moving again. I slam my booted foot down on his head over and over, cursing him to hell.

“Then I can leave you and your men, stay there, bury your friends here, and I will go. They would be alive if they didn’t try to kidnap and then rape me.” I feel my adrenaline high slowly coming down; my body suddenly feels very heavy after killing the last attacker I need to get out of here. I walk away from the bodies. My gun still pointed at the Alpha man and his team.

“Names Negan Doll and those sad sacks of shit ain’t my men Number one rule to run with me, no rape,” Alpha man or rather Negan says.

“Then you’re not here because I just brutely beat and shot your men,” I say, lowering my weapon and taking a deep breath, the entire ordeal finally catching up to my brain. I have just been violated, it hasn’t even been a month since the world ended, and people were already taking and killing people. I had just killed someone. I killed three someone’s

“No, in fact, I like a woman who can handle herself,” Negan said his men, relaxing at the sight that I had lowered my gun on their boss. Negan takes this as a sign to walk closer to me. He was a good foot taller than me and huge muscles, no fat on his body covered in denim and leather. Almond brown eyes and a dimple smirk.

“God, Doll, you’re a mess; how about you come with my men and me? We have a nice little house not too far from here. You can wash up, relax, have something to eat. No one will hurt you as long as you’re with me.”

I tilt my head up and look at the unknown man. He pulls out a scarf from his jacket, and cautiously he raises his hand to clean the blood off my face.

“Your one badass woman just kicked a bitter’s head in, took down three shit heads all by yourself, got me all tingly in all the right places” Is he flittering with me right now? Negan is wiping blood human blood off my face and flirting with me, and he’s not scared of me at all. He finished wiping off all that could be when he offers me his hand.

“Come on, Doll, let me take care of you.”

Negan was my savior that day, and we filled the days that followed with flirty words and sarcastic comebacks. We fought but grew closer. He never treated me like I was fragile, never made me stay back when the Bitters came. I was a warrior in his eyes, and he treated me like a queen.

“Never hide from me, Alice, you are a warrior, you are a survivor, a badass built for this world, never forget that”

Then that day happened, the day that the world reminded me that nothing in the apocalypse is safe; nothing is forever.

We had grown in number more men, and the youngest one was 17. I was no longer the youngest in the group, and we moved on from the small farmhouse to just being on the road. We had stopped for the day one scout had spotted a mall that appeared not to have gotten raided. The cars were waiting for their owners to come back to them< I was apprehensive about going into the mall if the vehicles were still there, then where were the people or bitters.

“Don’t worry, Ali-cat, Lucille will watch out for you,” Negan said. I glared at the six-foot-one man.

“I’m not scared, just worried you can’t be too careful, Bossman,” I say, poking his chest; he grabs my hand and kisses it.

“No need to worry, Doll, this will be easy in and out.”

If only that were true, if he had just listened to me, we would still be together.

When we got in, it was quiet, and Negan made it known that he was right; the mall was safe. We were laughing and grinning, going in and out of stores gathering supplies. His men kept a respectful distance behind us. Negan takes my hand and pulls me into an open Forever 21, where Negan is pulling out dresses and heels. I roll my eyes and look around, my eyes falling on a perfect gift for him.

“Hey, look what I found,” I say as I hold up a red scarf as Negan holds out a black choker with a golden letter ‘N’ hanging from the middle.

“I found you something as well,” He says as we swap gifts, “Help me put it on,” I feel his warm hands brush my golden blond hair over my shoulder, slipping the black felt choker over my neck clasping it in place.

We walk around just a little more when we hear the tell groans and moans of the dead outside one door of the indoor theater; we look at each other and head back to the group. I drop Negan’s hand as I see one of the younger guys; Gary reaches for the theater room’s main doors. “DOn’t,” I yell just as he opens the doors; it was too late. He pulled both doors open; the swarm of Biters that came out was overwhelming. We didn’t stand a chance. All we could do was scatter. I feel Negans rough hand grab for mine, but then the dead get between us. It wrenched Negan from me. The sounds of our men’s guns overran the mall, firing shots and the screams of those who were ripped and torn apart. I see Negan’s beloved bat coming down on the heads of the monsters and the men who were too late to be spared as he and the inner circle of men make their way out. “ALICE!” his voice calls out as I pull my knife from the skull of another Bitter “NEGAN, I’LL FIND YOU, I SWEAR,” I call out as I push myself to the main door shooting three more bitters in the head.

“STAY ALIVE DOLL” I hear his voice one last time before I make my way out the fire door of the mall. Stay alive; that was his final order to me: stay alive for Negan for my savior. I make my way to the woods, one hand reaching to touch the necklace at my throat. The sounds of the dead following me as I found myself back at the beginning alone and chased by the deceased.

#negan x oc #the walking dead #negan smith #rick grimes #Spotify #SoundCloud

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lost-inthedream · 4 years

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From summer to summer

Request: Hiii, can i request for Hwiyoung with fluff genre?

Words: 1,5 K

POV: 3rd.

Biker! Hwiyoung x female character

Summary: a lovestory between a handsome biker and the girl who shyly stole his heart.

Note: Yes, I needed to write something about him on a motorcycle. I’m not sorry. Any resemblance between this fanfiction and Harleys in Hawaii by Katy Perry is not coincidence :)

Sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes that you possibly find.

Being on the back of Youngkyun’s Harley-Davidson was a dream that somehow came true. Now with her chin softly pressed to his right shoulder, wearing that exclusive half helmet that he gave her, to celebrate one year together, and feeling the summer breeze caressing her face, those times of complete unsureness are far away. She couldn’t even remember the lack of confidence she erstwhile had in herself. One year ago both of them didn’t know each other yet, even though she used to contemplate his gorgeous figure riding around her neighborhood.

He talked to her for the first time thanks to that summer night in that cool karaoke bar filled with Hawaii themes and by the cost. Her group of friends encouraged her to go sing by herself on the stage. The idea of standing there with the microphone close to her mouth as her voice would be resonating for everyone was scary at first but why not? It could be her chance to grow as a person, to bloom.

The yellow flower put on her ear was the first sign.

she got up and chose the song she often sang in the shower because that one already made part of her. She was used to the rhythm, to the way the words were connected, the pauses. Everything.

Once she put her foot on the little stage, her eyes were surprised by the heavenly vision of the biker she was enamored. He was still entering the place, serene features, a neat white t-shirt under a leather jacket and fluff messed hair. His helmet being embraced by his arm. He was detached and calm, a lone wolf.

The song started and she focused on singing to her friends. Timidly vibing to the song, she acted as only them existed. She could hear they sing even though her voice was the only one amplified by the speakers. Her confidence increased more and more and she ventured to look to other tables,to explore, it was an unexpected desire to know how they were reacting to that. To know if she weren’t disturbing all the customers a lot.

Besides, there was the handsome biker in the back surrounded by the mystic of her dreams.

Was he smiling at her? Or was she hallucinating? To the sight of his lips widening into an open smile, she gagged on two or three words already at the end of the song and her eyes skidded back to her friends.

She didn’t remember her legs trembling when she was simply singing to her own table direction. However, now they were like jelly. She left her body fall at her sit as everyone was hyped by her little performance. “ I didn’t think you would have the courage!”

She chuckled proudly and made an effort to look to the biker, now her admirer, she badly wished. He was far from her anyways, she barely could see his messy hair behind so many other heads. The night passed right and he almost left himself being forgotten. Almost. A waiter arrived at her table to deliver her a drink, the same she tasted an hour before. However, it came with a message. "Your voice is a blessing. I wish I could hear it again."

Suddenly everybody’s loud presence was swallowed by the silent of her amazement. He used the word ‘blessing’ to refer at her, being himself a celestial view. Her friend, sitting next, sneaked at the little piece of paper she held and whispered at her ear. “Stealing hearts? You’re such a cute criminal, huh?”

Surprised, she didn’t know how to reply to that but, being realistic, she would never know. She simply folded the sheet back to its original way and heard her girl friend asking her over all the sounds in the bar: “Who sent you this?”

The other girl didn’t leave her alone about the fact that the guy she talked about for months was now there. The friend knew that if she pushed her strings enough, insisting and daring her to make a move, she would take an attitude, just like she did earlier when bravely stepped up onto the stage. She merely had to show her glow one more time and it could result into a memorable night to remember. She needed that, even if the guy wasn’t all that in the end. Nobody could be that perfect.

When she finally lost all her patience at her friend’s insistent encouragement, she dragged the chair away from the table only to get up and see him coming.

Him.

He runned his own fingers through his perfect dark brown hair. So simple but her chin fell open. He smiled and she could swear that he was shy about being caught.

“Hey there” he greeted out loud so she could hear clearly.

She noticed her own stunned look and tried to regroup herself immediately, not sure if she succeeded.

“Hello” she left the greeting out her mouth not as audible as his.

“I was thinking” he revealed while playing with his own fingers behind his body. “can we talk?”

Her lips couldn’t lie. The way they curled up showed everything. She didn’t know why her natural defense always was to pretend being confident and poorly interested but still used to do like that. However, It didn’t happened that time. All her defenses fell apart to that guy’s gummy smile like it was his super power.

“It’s too loud here” she referred to the noisy speakers as another person sang. Her table was too close to the stage. She wasn’t even sure if the biker had heard her.

“What if we sit in the back?” His face got just a little bit closer to her.

She looked at Rose, other friend sitting on the opposite side of that table, she would be the next to one to take the microphone, the next one to own the stage, in her words. The girl looked back at her and slipped her eyes to the tall guy for less than a second. She made a “go ahead” sign with one hand in the air;

His helmet was occupying a sit and the boy rushed to remove it from there once she arrived. It was funny.

“I’m glad that you accepted the drink.” he said placing the rounded item on the table, next to french fries.

“And I’m not drunk. I guess.”

She stole an amuzed smile from him this time. Stealing felt good that night, first his attention, now smiles here and there. He looked approachable, easy in the most positive way. Maybe that’s why her defenses were out of place, in summer vacations.

He apparently didn’t know the drink wasn’t alcoholic.

“You can be but I can’t. You know, I have to carry a lady back home. My bike is waiting for me outside.”

She laughed noisily.

“Did you left a lady alone?” she surprised him with more jokes.

“She’s looking the stars” he finally replied trying to be serious. Failing.

“Aren’t you jealous? The sky has been cloudless these days.”

“I’m looking at something- someone much better than the sky,”

She lowered her face feeling shy, feeling completely stolen. The subtle movement made the flower laying on his ear fall gracefully on the table surface. Using her hand to take it back was natural, exactly like the handsome biker did. Their hands touched softly at the fingertips. The place fell into silence only for them. She noticed a ring embracing his pinky finger and let her sight linger there a little as he slid his hands away. She caressed the flower petals instead of setting it back to her ear.

"I always wanted to know your name." His voice resonates.

"Always?"

"I saw you plenty of times on the streets."

Now she was back to the summer season. This time her summer felt sure yet keeping the dreamlike thrill of their very first talk. There was poetry about being in love, about being loved.

He stopped at the beach like planned. She chuckled against his curve of his neck feeling a bit stupid because she didn’t notice that they were arriving there.

“Why are you laughing, my daisy?”

She settled one foot on the ground and used her hands on Youngkyun’s shoulders so she could get her balance to jump off the bike. The laugh sounds didn’t have a break.

“I’m so silly.” She finally was able to say standing with her back to the sand and infinite ocean.

She looked stunning in his eyes. The sun lightened up her skin and that broad happy smile occupied all her face, her eyes, cheeks and even nose were smiling to him behind the acrylic visor.

“You are” he agreed. “but in a good way.”

He got off and took his own helmet off with a privileged ability and stood up right in front of her to delicately open the buckle on her chin.

“Now you’re free.” He said playfully holding both helmets.

she turned to face the horizon that them both craved to meet again and embraced him by the side. The two of them stayed there for a brief moment, just enough to breathe in and out, to smell the summer scent and then run away to the sand without thinking. He initiated that time, inviting her to be a little bit sillier and laugh out loud while chasing him.

#sf9 scenarios #sf9 au #sf9 imagines #sf9 fluff #hwiyoung scenario #hwiyoung imagine #hwiyoung fluff

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blvejeanbaby · 4 years

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What Has Changed

Pairing: Jisung x reader, Minho x reader Word count: 2.7k Warning: gets angsty real quick

Songs I listened to while writing include: Ivy by Frank Ocean Rivers and Roads by The Head and the Heart You Give Me Something by James Morrison

It’s your wedding day. It should be the happiest day of your life. But as you’re looking down at the people gathering in the courtyard for the ceremony, taking up rows upon rows of seats, you start to doubt. Not doubt if this was the right choice – if marrying the love of your life was the right choice. But doubting if perhaps it was wrong to never have truly explored different opportunities. What if you had decided you would try long distance with your partner? What if you had decided to have babies before getting married? What if you had decided to get married the first time he proposed to you, when you declined? What if, what if, what if? But the biggest what if of your life came walking into the wedding venue that moment, looking for his seat among the rows of chairs. Every seat had a name on it, the seating well thought-out. But for him, it didn’t take him long to look. The front row, reserved for closest friends and family, on the groom’s side. “Han Jisung,” you whispered, well aware that even though you were alone, you could be overheard, “I have missed your face like hell.”

There was something so special about him, about the surroundings you were in, about the day itself. The sun set beyond the signs along the highway, your bikes discarded in the grass behind you. You pulled your legs up under yourself, watching as your friends walked down the grassy hill, toward the cars rushing past on the highway. You weren’t about to risk your life like that, but you also were fairly sure your friends knew what they were doing. You glanced beside you, trying not to make it too obvious that you were trying to look at him. Jisung sat next to you, his hood pulled up over his head, his skateboard underneath his feet as he tried a new flavour of candy you had recommended him. You weren’t sure if the sunset or Jisung would be a better sight. “Hm, this is pretty good.” Jisung smiled at you, offering you the candy. You stuck your hand into the bag, feeling around for your favourite type. He watched you intently as you put the jelly on your tongue, wanting to see your reaction to it. “Is that your favourite?” “Yeah. It’s the red and gold one with the hole in the middle.” You glanced into the bag. “There’s only two left.” You dipped your hand in again and pulled out the two of your favourites, handing one to Jisung. “Are you really sacrificing your favourite candy to me?” He smiled at you as he grabbed the candy from you. “Sure.” “Why?” “Cause I love you,” you said, jokingly. Or really, you weren’t sure if you were joking, considering the thoughts you sometimes had about him. But Jisung took it as a joke, although a dreamy look appeared in his eyes as he popped the jelly in his mouth. “Good?” “Really good.”

“My family moved,” you said, explaining once again to your now husband’s close family friend how things had changed for you, how you had to adjust to living in the Seoul area by yourself. How you had met your husband. You didn’t know what to make of this man still not knowing the story, after you had explained it to him on multiple occasions. You were glad to find an arm sneaking around your waist, your husband appearing behind you. There was no way you would call him by his name now, as he was your husband and you were proud of it. “Hey, Minhyuck,” he said to his ‘cousin’. After all, Minhyuck’s mother had always been auntie to him. Auntie looked beautiful, decked out in her nicest clothing for the wedding ceremony. She had always been really supportive of your relationship, even in the early days when things were still a little rocky and your husband’s family was a little apprehensive about you. “Hey, Minho,” said Minhyuck, a genuine smile on his face that made him appear more handsome than he generally looked. “Y/N was just telling me about how you two became a couple.” “Oh, I remember that,” Minho said, smiling at you. Your husband was the most handsome of everyone gathered here tonight. He was even more beautiful than the past, you reminded yourself.

If perhaps you had thought that something would come off of the subtle hints you would give Jisung, you guessed you were wrong. There was little to nothing that would confirm Jisung receiving and understanding the hints you were increasingly trying to give him about you maybe being interested in more than just a friendship. It got to the point that Chan pulled you aside one evening, asking: “So, how’s things going with you and J?” “Jisung?” You rolled your eyes as you glanced over at the boy in question. He was laughing at something Minho had said, his entire body involved in his laughter. You felt your heart swell up and immediately willed it to calm down. “There’s nothing going on.” “I thought you were going to confess to him.” Chan accepted the soda can you handed him from the cool box at your feet. For tonight, everyone had gathered at the beach for a barbecue, you being the one in charge of the drinks. You hadn’t really left the cool box’ side at all yet, admittedly sulking a little bit about Jisung and how little attention he paid to you. “Yeah, well, I kind of did. But he thought I was joking. And it started nothing, so…” You shrugged. “I don’t think I even want it all that much.” Chan eyed you suspiciously before he shrugged and said: “You know, it’s your choice.” And so you thought about it. And a little bit more. You ended up taking Chan’s advice and asked Jisung to swing by your place the following night. You had asked him to come by in the afternoon, but he was off collecting his car from the shops. Jisung’s car was stunning, an old-style BMW they had done a new painting job on, which made it sleek black. You climbed into it knowing full well to expect a messy interior, only to find out that it was relatively clean – cleaner than Jeongin’s car, that’s for sure. “What do you think of my baby Ronda?” “You named this thing Ronda?” You pulled the door shut. “She needed a name that would fit her past,” Jisung lovingly stroked the steering wheel. “Isn’t she beautiful?” “She actually is.” You smiled at him. The two of you drove, across bridges lit beautifully with reds and greens and blues. Once you left town, the light pollution lessened and there was room for the stars to shine through now. Jisung parked the car in a grassy field near the farms that surrounded town. And you got to thinking. And overthinking again. Before saying: “You know, I have to ask. If I don’t do it now, I will never do it and I will forever regret that I didn’t.” Jisung turned to look at you, away from the stunning view of the city skyline. His face scrunched up slightly in confusion. You took a deep breath and said: “I like you. A lot.” Jisung’s face stood frozen for a second. And then he said: “Oh.” Just that. Oh. You felt like you were going to be sick or cry or have a heart attack. Possibly all three at the same time. All from that blank statement. Oh. “Y/N… I’m- I’m so sorry. I don’t feel the same way. I can’t.” “You can’t?” Were you so appalling to him? “It’s just… It’s not about you,” Jisung said. You were aware that perhaps he thought everything was coming out all wrong too, but you simultaneously weren’t really prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt. You withheld from making the comments you so desperately wanted to make – if it wasn’t about you, then who was telling him now that they loved him? But you were glad you didn’t say anything, because what Jisung then said, rocked you to your core. “I just- I’m in therapy right now. For my depression. And my therapist sometimes says things… My parents say I misinterpret them, but I’m pretty sure I understand them really well. Anyway… She said that perhaps I should focus on improving myself first and being in a healthy relationship with myself, before I try to give myself to someone else.” Even though he had been avoiding eye contact up to that moment, he now looked you right in the eyes. “If things were different – if I didn’t feel this way – then maybe I could feel the same way towards you. But at this moment I just can’t. Everything just sucks right now and I don’t want to hurt you.” “You’ve already did.” You weren’t sure if you said that out loud. For the remainder of the drive home, you both didn’t speak a word, letting the music in the background do all the talking.

All eyes were on you right now - on you and Minho. Your arms were around his neck, his arms decently around your waist. There was nothing lustful about the way you held each other, nothing to indicate that some day, you had touched each other without love. Despite how nervous you had been before the music had started, you felt utterly at ease in Minho’s arms. The music that played was perfect to sway to, perfect to remember this moment by. You didn’t doubt that whenever you would hear the song on the radio next, you would think back to this moment - your first dance with Minho as a married couple. He spun you, the way he always did. You had danced with him before, as practice for this moment. It wasn’t that you didn’t often dance with him, because Minho loved dancing, you sometimes swore he loved dancing more than you, but more so that it was now in front of all of these people. In front of the boy whose heart you wanted to break so desperately that he made you fall in love with someone else...

You were entirely aware that you were doing this just to make a statement to Jisung. You knew that hooking up with his best friend was probably the lowest of the low you could stoop, but you were there anyway, your arms around Minho’s neck as his tongue explored your mouth. You were both not fully into it – you also both knew the reasons why. Minho’s head was stuck on his fight with his now ex-girlfriend Dojin and you were only thinking about Jisung. There were no feelings involved, but it was beneficial to you for Jisung to think there was. After all, if you were all over Minho now, it didn’t have to matter that you got rejected by Jisung then. Then refering to just a week ago. When Jisung dropped you off at home he tried to tell you that you would probably feel better by the weekend. You had told him to drive safely, shut the door on him trying to tell you something else and ran inside the house. Safely in your bedroom, you could let the tears fall freely. You screamed into your pillow and hated yourself for confessing. And now, a week after your confession, you didn’t necessarily feel better. Just different.

You were whisked away from your friends, didn’t get a chance to tell them goodbye. They didn’t have a chance to wish you a nice honeymoon, wherever it was you were going. Minho had neglected to tell you, in favour of keeping your destination a secret. You hated every single moment you spent not knowing, hated every single moment he had your friends pack your bags. He knew they could keep a secret and according to you, they kept their secret too well. You were up in your prepping room, the balcony doors closed with the curtains shut to offer you some privacy. You were in the middle of getting out of your wedding clothes and changing into something a little less dramatic and a lot more comfortable, considering you were hopping on a flight soon, when there was a sharp knock at your door.

“Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Jisung asked, his hands nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. You nodded, jumping up and wiping the sand from your behind and legs before following Jisung to the seaside, where you were out of earshot from the others. “Do you hate me? For not liking you back?” “Hate you?” You were stunned at the sincere look on his face. For exactly how long had Jisung been thinking you hated him? “I don’t hate you.” “I’d understand if you did.” Jisung bit his lip. “I wouldn’t know why I would hate you, J,” you said, shaking your head. “Whatever’s happened between us has already happened. I could never hate you. And even if we weren’t friends anymore, there’d always be a part of me that would still love you.”

Perhaps it had been stupid to imagine Minho being at your door. After all, he was changing out of his tuxedo now too; knowing him he was changing into the most comfortable pair of sweats he owned. But even though you scolded yourself for not expecting anyone other than your husband, you would never have been able to predict it would be Jisung. “Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, his hands nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. He was dressed impeccably for the occasion, you had to admit. Even though it had been years and you were happily married to someone else now, your heart still contracted a little at the sight of Jisung. You nodded and stepped away from the door, opening it further in the process to let him in. He stepped into the room, looking around it and at the royally uncomfortable outfit you had just shimmied out of, laying on the bed. “So...” you said, when Jisung didn’t immediately say anything. “What’s up?” “I just wanted to say...” He turned around, hands still busy. “I wanted to congratulate you and Minho. You’re an amazing couple. You know I think so. And uh-” He gestured toward your packed bags next to the door. “I wanted to wish you a lot of fun on your honeymoon. I know where you’re going and you’re going to absolutely love it.” He smiled, but it was a half smile. You couldn’t help yourself. “Do you sometimes wonder what it would’ve been like?” “All the time,” Jisung said, too fast. He was obviously shocked that the words had passed over his lips. “But we put it behind ourselves, right? I meant what I said, back then. I was sincere when I told you that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t have. Loved you back, I mean. And when I thought you hated me... I was always glad that you weren’t stuck on me. That you were able to move on, move past my rejection of you. I’m really happy that my two best friends found each other.” You weren’t really sure what part of that to respond to, so you responded to what had stuck best in your mind: “We have put it all behind us. We’ll never be those skater kids again.” “I’m just glad we’re still in each others’ lives.” “Me too.” There was a knock at the door again, followed immediately by Minho’s mother, asking you if you were nearly finished. “Yes, I am.” You managed to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “Thank you for stopping by, J.” “Of course. Have fun on your honeymoon.” “Thank you.” You gave him a last smile, before grabbing your suitcase and opening the door. “Let’s go,” you said to Minho’s mother, smiling at her brightly. She smiled back and started down the corridor. Before you closed the door you cast one look back at Jisung, who still stood in the middle of the room. His hands were still now, but there was something different about him that wasn’t connected to his nervousness having subsided. But it wasn’t your place to wonder what had changed.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #stray kids angst #lee minho x reader #lee minho imagine #lee minho angst #han jisung x reader #han jisung imagine #han jisung angst #kpop x reader #kpop angst #kpop imagine #mine #my writing

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midshipmank · 4 years

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i wanted LWJ with a motorcycle & somehow ended up with this librarian!LWJ & art student!WWX au

LWJ is a librarian at a public library

WWX met LWJ when he returned some books 3 months late

LWJ looked at him all judgy like “these are 3 months late,” & WWX promptly became obsessed

WWX is now a much more responsible library user, mostly because he’s there all the time

but listen he’s not great at focusing in the library, that’s why he doesn’t even use the one on campus. so now he’s his usual amount of restless + distracted by LWJ

trying to figure out how to make a move

meanwhile LWJ is just like “do not throw crumpled pieces of paper through the air”

some of those crumpled pieces of paper are failed sketches of LWJ

one day WWX stays all the way to closing because LWJ PRETTY OKAY? also he has an art theory paper due pls don’t talk to him about it

so anyway he’s there when the library is closing & LWJ is like “leave”

so he goes :((( but he’s so late LWJ practically follows him out

which

is when WWX discovers that that pretty white & blue motorcycle that’s always parked out front?

that’s Lan Wangji’s

he absolutely loses his mind

all of his friends know about his ridiculous librarian crush by now & they all make fun of him for it

but anyway, the poor boy has it bad

he’s like “A-Cheng, you don’t understand, he could step on me & i’d thank him. actually i think i need him to step on me.”

JC is like “i did Not want to know that”

meanwhile WWX is bemoaning the fact that he ever became a responsible library user

“how am i supposed to interact with him. i can’t return books late anymore bc i’m always there! what would my excuse be? & he’s already explained how to use their database to me 3 times, i can’t keep looking this dumb”

JYL is very gently like “maybe just ask him out?”

“but he doesn’t like me! i committed library crimes! i have to get him to like me first!”

then WWX sees a flyer in the lobby asking for volunteers. there’s gonna be an event in the kids section! for some special reading day! who tf knows, WWX doesn’t care, the point is, he’s good with kids. that would probably be appealing to LWJ. right? right? WWX really doesn’t know. LWJ is so hard to read. on the one hand, he’s the most tight-laced & responsible person WWX has ever met. on the other, he has a very sexy motorcycle. WWX doesn’t know what to do with that

but okay he has a plan

he calls up WQ & goes “can i borrow A-Yuan”

he already babysits A-Yuan every week, so it’s not that weird right?

WQ is like “i stg WWX if you are going to use A-Yuan to attract hot guys like in that movie with the people who love dogs....”

& WWX is like “i would never use A-Yuan like a dog! WQ do you even know me!”

he gets A-Yuan, barely

anyway, he gets to the library ready to read to a bunch of kids & gets side-eyed by a lot of parents, but he still has fun!!

LWJ is, unfortunately, not the librarian supervising the event, but he is reshelving when WWX is off reading duty & A-Yuan gets the zoomies

ie, zooms right into LWJ’s legs

LWJ is, surprisingly, good with kids. WWX may need to marry him. he somehow manages not to make a complete fool of himself after this revelation

in fact, after this interaction, WWX thinks he may actually have scored some points with LWJ. he’s elated

he’s building all these elaborate future schemes in his head when suddenly he gets a call from Auntie Yu

she wants to know why his grade in his art theory class has plummeted.

oh right. that class. that class that’s taught by that professor who hates him & that he honestly can’t understand a word of & honestly he hates art theory, he’s good at art, why does he have to take theory too?

Auntie Yu lets him know in no uncertain terms that if he doesn’t improve his grades by the end of the semester, she will stop supporting him—it’s bad enough that they let him go to art school after he flunked out of his business degree anyway

so—fuck. fuck.

WWX throws himself into the redo paper he manages to beg off LQR. he has 3 days & he’s gonna make them count

the first day goes well, if by well you mean that he raids the art section of the library & works himself until closing & tries desperately not to look like he’s dying in front of LWJ

day 2 goes........similarly, except he falls asleep at his desk & doesn’t wake up until LWJ tells him the library is closing, which? wtf? LWJ usually wakes him up when he falls asleep in the library. WWX has been asleep for hours.

& also he looks like a wreck, which is not cute

he flees from the library only to find that the bus is going..... going......... gone

fuck. he doesn’t have a car.

he’s staring down the road after the bus, trying to figure out which friend with a car is available for him to call when he hears someone say “Wei Ying?” behind him

it’s Lan Zhan.

how mortifying.

he tries to laugh off his situation, but LWJ gets this set expression on his face & says, “i will give you a ride home”

& WWX is like kinda definitely freaking out because this was not how his first ride on LWJ’s sexy motorcycle was supposed to go. WWX had a plan. he was supposed to be flirtatious & ask LWJ about his bike & then LWJ would offer to give WWX a ride & they’d go all around the scenic parts of the city & when they stopped WWX would be all flustered & breathless & he’d wobble getting off the bike & maybe fall into LWJ & maybe—

okay so his plan was more like a daydream, but at the very least, he wasn’t supposed to look like he’d spent the last 48hrs out of the sun, drinking unhealthy amounts of shitty coffee, wearing a ratty hoodie & art-grimed jeans. like, they’re not even grimey in a cute way

but LWJ is insistent & WWX is weak, so somehow he ends up on the back of the bike wearing LWJ’s helmet with LWJ telling him to hold on tight

he’s half-convinced he’s fallen asleep on the bus stop bench & is dreaming the whole thing

but soon enough, it’s over & they’re stopped outside of WWX’s shitty student accommodations

he gets off & is trying to awkwardly thank LWJ when LWJ says, “you’ve seemed upset these past 2 days”

“ahaha, yeah, i’m just writing a paper”

“for an art theory class?”

WWX is like ????? but then he remembers that LWJ knows what books he checks out

“yeah. it’s a redo actually. professor Lan hates me.” he forces a laugh. why did he say that. being hated by a professor is not cute, especially not to sexy librarian LWJ.

“my uncle has high expectations,” LWJ says.

WWX brain short circuits.

“your uncle???” shit shit shit Lan Qiren is LWJ’s uncle! LWJ’s uncle hates him! he has no chance now!

“mn.”

WWX wants to die

LWJ looks considering, then says, “it is my day off tomorrow. if you would like, i can help you with the paper.”

WWX is already the least cute, most pathetic version of himself he’s ever been in his life. he says yes.

so they meet up at the library the next day & WWX apologizes profusely for making LWJ come into work when it’s his day off. he promises LWJ endless free coffee from the coffeeshop he works at (even if he has to pay for it himself—he doesn’t tell LWJ that part).

LWJ is way too nice to him & also manages to explain this school of art theory in a way that?? sort of?? makes sense?? though not in a way that makes WWX like it. but LWJ seems neutral about it, so at least he’s not trying to get WWX to agree with it.

but anyway, WWX manages to pull a passable paper together & in the process LWJ reveals that he’s noticed WWX sketching in the library a lot more than WWX realized, and that he likes WWX’s art.

WWX is lightheaded

he stares at LWJ for a while & LWJ looks at him & says, “Wei Ying. you should be typing.”

WWX gets the paper done by 5pm somehow. somehow! he sends it off to LQR with a groan of relief. he’s so tired his bones are aching, but he looks over at LWJ, art theory & citation king, who of course always looks perfect & beautiful, & goes, “i could kiss you.”

instead of “i don’t know how i’m ever going to thank you for this,” which is what he thought he was gonna say

LWJ’s eyes widen slightly & his ears go red. WWX wants to smack himself in the face. he wants to eat his words. he wants to crawl into a cramped dark place like a disgusting little mole & never see the sun again.

then LWJ says, “have dinner with me first.”

WWX gapes at him. LWJ looks back, ears still red but eyes steady.

“okay,” WWX squeaks.

they go to dinner. WWX still feels like trash, but they end up having a rousing discussion about art & WWX learns all about when LWJ studied art history in undergrad & how he actually doesn’t like the kind of theory his uncle teaches (“but you’re too good to ever tell him that,” WWX teases. “....most of the time.” WWX laughs in delight.)

LWJ reveals that he brought an extra helmet today, in case WWX needed a ride again. WWX is embarrassed & pleased & wants to marry LWJ again. feeling foolish, he leans into LWJ flirtatiously & suggests they go for a ride—just for the view. LWJ looks at him so long his knees turn to jelly. then LWJ says, “mn.”

they make out on some scenic ridge somewhere

the end!

other things about this au:

WWX does digital painting mostly, his ideal job is illustration/comics; he has a instagram/patreon he uses for art commissions (some of which are pornographic—LWJ catches him sketching in the library one day, early in this tableau. it does not go well.)

his instagram/patreon is mostly anonymous. it’s not that he minds people knowing he draws explicit stuff sometimes, it’s that he doesn’t want Auntie Yu to find out

he draws LWJ a lot

not explicitly

(at least not until he’s got a life model and LWJ’s consent)

he’s not at the library 24/7. he has a coffeeshop job, classes, studio time for non-digital art, A-Yuan, and friends. but he’s at the library a lot.

this is undergrad for WWX, but he’s non-trad. he flunked out of a soul-sucking business degree in his first go at undergrad & was on pretty shaky ground with the Jiang family for a while. then he sold some of his art & Auntie Yu said they would support him through art school if it was the only thing he was good at. kinda stung, but at least he doesn’t have to pay tuition.

he’s desperate to prove he can make it as an artist

when anyone asks LWJ about his bike, he says he got it because it allows him to weave around traffic. yes, there’s more to it than that, but no he won’t go into it. (this entire au formed because i found out WYB rides motorcycles professionally & went, “wow that’s hot.” we have no thoughts here.)

WWX did not have to try to make LWJ like him. LWJ liked him. & while WWX might not have gotten his ideal first bike ride, you better believe LWJ got his. he daydreams about scooping WWX onto his bike & riding off into the sunset

#posting as a bullet point fic bc while i wanna write it as a real oneshot i have other things i need to do & i think it works like this too #mdzs fic #mdzs #cql #wangxian #The Untamed #fanfic #my writing #idk what to tag it's literally been 4yrs since i posted fanfic here #my fanfic #author assumes art theory works similarly to lit theory in that some is great and some is bs #author clearly grew up in the les mis fandom #also has anyone read juliet takes a breath?

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“Congrats, you have me pinned and now have my attention.”

Got me feeling weak

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker)

Rating: Mature (M)

Notes: Lovely prompt from the lovely @ohwereusingourmadeupnames. Slight NSFW and sub!Tony vibes, but mostly just flirty boys.

Word count: ~5k

Summary:

Peter seemed to switch up his routine more than Tony had seen him do in months. Every time Tony saw him, the young man was on a new cardio machine, trying some new circuit, or experimenting with free weights. Tony was confused; Peter had been watching him since day one, and now Tony could barely get a smile from him. Tony could tell it was intentional, that Peter was trying to get a rise out of the older man. Tony planned to wait it out, knowing that Peter would come around eventually.

Or: Peter can’t take his eyes of of Tony at the gym. When he finds out that Tony’s been watching him too, he decides to have a little fun with it.

A typical Wednesday evening found Peter Parker at Hard Knocks, the gym just down the street from his apartment, trying to rid himself of the stresses of the day. His usual routine included running for a while on the treadmill and then moving through various weight lifting exercises. It was nothing groundbreaking, but it was good for him.

This particular Wednesday found him in that very routine, zoned out on the treadmill, music blasting through his headphones. His days as a senior in NYU’s engineering program were always grueling, but today was a particularly tough one. With midterms around the corner and post-grad plans looming, he was filled with nervous energy.

He didn’t realize how long he’d been on the treadmill until his playlist started over and he realized the sun was starting to go down outside. Glancing around the gym, he recognized most of the other patrons filling the space. The community was one of his favorite parts of this gym. It was fairly small, and he enjoyed the comfortability that came with recognizing everyone throughout the week. When he caught Tony’s glance, the older man threw a wink in his direction before heading out to the locker room down the hall.

This was one particular member that he could never tear his eyes away from when their paths crossed. Tony Stark had been coming to Hard Knocks long before Peter had, as evidenced by his close relationships with the entire staff. When Peter first joined, Tony happened to be there for a session with his personal trainer, Happy. From day one, Peter couldn’t take his eyes off Tony. Peter had planned to start on one of the spin bikes, but when he realized the treadmills had a perfect view of the ring where Tony trained, Peter found himself running. It formed a habit, and for months now, Peter hit the treadmill and watched Tony train with Happy a few times a week.

Deciding that he’d probably worked out enough of the stress built up that day, Peter slowed the treadmill to a walk for a quick cool down. When he stepped off the treadmill and made his way to the showers, he saw Tony at the front desk chatting with the receptionist. He gave a quick wave, hoping to hide his obvious staring, and made his way down the hall. A short while later, he made his way through the gym, heading out into the brisk evening to start the short walk back to his apartment.

Peter jumped at the man leaning against the wall just outside the entrance to the gym, only slightly calming when he realized it was Tony.

“The fuck, man?” Peter exclaimed, heart rate skyrocketing.

Tony put his hands up in a calming gesture, chuckling at Peter’s antics. “Sorry, Pete. I thought you might have noticed me given how closely you stare when we’re inside,” he said with a smirk.

Peter blushed bright red at that. He knew he wasn’t particularly subtle with his routine, but he didn’t realize he’d been so painfully obvious.

“Shit, Tony, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable in there”. Peter stared down at his feet, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck in a nervous tick.

“Kid, I never said you made me uncomfortable. If you wanted my attention so bad, all you had to do was ask,” he said confidently. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you watching my sessions with Happy from the first day you came to Hard Knocks. I’m just lucky I have a good view of you when you get off that treadmill. Happy’s gotten some good hits in when I stare at your arms too long”.

Peter looked up at that.

“I never said I wanted your attention, Mr. Stark, I just think you’re nice to look at. But it’s nice to know you’ve been watching me. Clearly, you’re the one wanting attention”. With that, Peter smirked and turned in the direction of his apartment. In all reality, Peter would love nothing more than to have Tony’s undivided attention on him, but Tony couldn’t know that yet. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he saw Tony frozen where he’d left him, his mouth set in a wide grin.

As he rounded the corner and made his way home, Peter shook his head. He and Tony hadn’t spoken much at the gym, but they often shared quick smiles and waves. Tony threw the occasional wink in the mix, but Peter figured that was just par for the course with Tony. Peter’s friends often gave him a hard time for his lack of romantic escapades in college, but he never listened to them. He was very much okay with spending most of his time in a lab. On the rare occasion that he did go out, he never saw the looks that people sent his way, and no matter how much MJ tried to convince him of it, he never believed them.

Peter felt the smallest bit of confidence surge through him at the thought of Tony watching him just as much as he’d watched Tony. It must have shown on his face because as soon as he entered his apartment, Ned questioned him.

“You look different,” Ned pointed out. “Why do you look so happy?”

“Gee, thanks, Ned. Great to see you too, my day was fine”.

“Peter, you usually look like a kicked puppy when you get home,” Ned deadpanned.

Peter couldn’t help but snort out a laugh at that; Ned wasn’t wrong. He was prone to long, frustrating days on campus. “Yeah, alright man. You got me there. It was just a good session at the gym”.

With that, Peter continued down their small hallway and into his room, shutting the door with a thud. As soon as the quiet settled around him, he realized just how exhausted he was. He glanced at the dry erase calendar on his wall, suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of work standing between him and the end of midterms the following week. He stared at his desk, knowing he should continue working on his term project, but his brain screamed at him to finally get a good night’s sleep. The thought of sleeping quickly won his internal battle and he went about his brief routine.

He fell asleep nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow, tiredness settling into his muscles and bones. If his tired mind immediately filled with soft brown eyes and a well-groomed goatee, no one had to know.

The next several days were one long blur for Peter. He spent the vast majority of each day in various labs around campus, only coming up for air to eat and sleep - and those breaks were irregular at best. He certainly didn’t have time to get to the gym, and he missed the release working out provided. He finally hit his breaking point the following Thursday. His work in the lab had proved fruitless and he was on the verge throwing his entire workbench out the window. In an attempt to avoid major damage to himself and the lab, he grabbed his bag and stormed out the door.

He quickly decided to swing by his apartment to grab a change of clothes and head for Hard Knocks, desperate for some relief. A while later he entered the gym, heading for the treadmills out of habit. He looked around, and immediately Tony came into view. He was suddenly reminded of their interaction a week prior and felt a smirk settle across his face. Tony smiled and offered a quick wave before taking a sharp hit from Happy.

An idea formed in Peter’s mind and he quickly turned and headed for the spin bikes on the opposite wall. From that vantage point, Peter couldn’t see Tony in the ring but Tony would have a better view of Peter. He quickly settled on the bike, adjusting various gears to fit his height, and got his music going for a long ride. He found himself enjoying the bike more than he expected, appreciating the increase and decrease of resistance and the way his body settled into the rhythm.

When he felt like his legs had turned to jelly, he headed for the open floor space to do some core circuits before heading out. He could see Tony watching him, trying to catch his attention, but Peter remained focused on gathering the few bits of equipment he needed. With his back turned, Peter couldn’t see Tony’s frustration or the way Happy was laughing at Tony’s pout.

“Tony, how much longer do you want to go? We’re already 30 minutes over and it doesn’t seem like the kid is interested”. Happy was out of breath, his training sessions with Tony were equally taxing on him.

Tony had gotten so used to Peter’s attention over the months, he found himself craving it. With Peter going about a new routine, Tony, being his stubborn self, needed to get his way. When it became apparent that Peter was wrapping up his workout and headed for the lobby, Tony decided to finally let Happy wrap up their session.

Less than five minutes later, Tony headed to the locker room, hoping for a moment alone with the incredibly attractive, wildly frustrating young man. Tony was surprised to find the locker room empty, with no trace of Peter or his belongings. Rushing through his shower, Tony re-entered the lobby, actively searching for Peter. He must have been pretty obvious, as the receptionist quickly called out for him.

“If you’re looking for Parker, he left about 15 minutes ago. He must have been in a rush, he didn’t stop to change or anything”. Her attention quickly went back to the screen in front of her, clearly far less bothered by the situation than Tony was.

Tony loved the spotlight and was plenty used to getting attention from any and everyone. He certainly was not accustomed to being ignored when he clearly desired someone’s attention. Annoyance settled in his gut, as well as determination to get what he wanted. If Tony Stark was known for anything, it was getting what he wanted.

The next couple of weeks passed similarly for the two men at Hard Knocks. Peter seemed to switch up his routine more than Tony had seen him do in months. Every time Tony saw him, the young man was on a new cardio machine, trying some new circuit, or experimenting with free weights. Tony was confused; Peter had been watching him since day one, and now Tony could barely get a smile from him. Tony could tell it was intentional, that Peter was trying to get a rise out of the older man. Tony planned to wait it out, knowing that Peter would come around eventually.

The weeks continued, and Peter was enjoying his little game with Tony. He knew the older man was desperate for his attention, which made it even better. Additionally, this had given Peter the opportunity to learn more in the gym and discovered what he truly enjoyed for exercise. The only thing he hadn’t explored was the boxing ring and its equipment. He wanted to drag this out a bit longer before venturing over there.

Eventually, several weeks into their little game, Tony hit his breaking point. Peter had been all over the gym, his gaze never directed toward Tony and the older man couldn’t take it anymore. He knew about when Peter usually arrived at Hard Knocks and was waiting at the entrance for him, a hard look in his eyes.

“Hi, Peter”. He greeted Peter with a cool smile, hoping he wasn’t giving himself away.

“Hi Tony,” Peter answered.

When Tony didn’t move, Peter looked at him quizzically. “Can I help you with something?”

Tony shrugged. “I just figured it was time for you to try the only part of the gym left”.

Tony held up two sets of boxing gloves with their accompanying wraps. Peter paused, pretending to think hard about it for a moment. As much as he was enjoying Tony’s desperation for his attention, he was growing tired of avoiding him too. The tension between them was palpable at that moment, and Peter knew he was done for when Tony’s cool demeanor broke, revealing a genuinely nervous smile.

“Sounds great to me, Tony”. Peter reached out and briefly squeezed Tony's shoulder before turning toward the locker room to get changed.

Tony let out a long breath, feeling relief wash over him. He could do this. Tony headed for the ring, getting everything set up that Happy usually did for him. After years of training with Happy, Tony was more than prepared to give Peter a lesson.

When Peter reentered the gym, Tony felt the breath leave his body. Peter’s shorts were just slightly shorter than usual and he was sporting a sleeveless tank top instead of his usual t-shirt. Tony’s gaze wandered down Peter’s arms, taking in the long lines of muscle and imagined how those arms would feel around him. His gaze settled on Peter’s hands, wanting nothing more than to feel those hands explore him. Tony was brought out of his trance when Peter was directly in front of him, very aware of the way Tony had been watching him.

“See something you like?” he asked with a wide grin.

“Jesus Pete, you trying to kill me or something?”

Peter just laughed, walking past Tony and ducking into the ring.

Tony followed after him, questioning himself and his decision to get Peter in there with him. As soon as Tony was in the ring, he felt himself settle into his training and felt that confidence wash over him. He easily wrapped up Peter’s hands and guided Peter through helping him with his own wraps. Once they were both set up with their gloves, Tony prepared himself to run Peter through some basic drills.

Setting Peter up across from him, Tony instructed Peter on the proper form for a jab, cross, hook, and uppercut. Once Peter had the stance down and was moving his whole body with each punch, Tony started putting together some combos. Peter kept up well, only mixing up a few punches here and there. The few times Tony had to correct him, Peter adjusted his form flawlessly, moving smoothly through each set.

Once Peter had the basic combos down, Tony swapped out his gloves for the pads that Happy usually held for him.

“Wanna try throwing some combos at me this time?”

Peter was breathing heavily, but loving it. “You sure, Tony?”

“Absolutely. I’ll call out the combo and just make sure you aim for the pads”.

Peter took his stance in front of Tony and waited for the first combo. Tony started calling them out quickly, Peter doing his best to match his tempo and keep his directions in order.

Throughout the entire workout, neither man could keep their eyes off the other. When they first began, Tony’s eyes were fixed on Peter’s biceps, how they flexed with each punch. When Peter’s form improved and he started using his lower body for strength, Tony couldn’t look away from his hips or the way his shorts hugged his ass. Tony was grateful for the distraction when he picked up the pads, needing to focus on where Peter’s punches would land.

Peter, on the other hand, was quickly losing focus with Tony directly in front of him. He found it challenging to land accurate punches with Tony so close to him. He could see Tony’s tongue slipping out in concentration, the flex of his shoulders preparing for impact from Peter’s punches.

After a while, Tony started advancing on Peter rather than just remaining a stationary target. He’d call out combos but would duck slightly to dodge punches and throw Peter off balance. After a while, they were nearly sparring and Peter was having a hard time keeping up. When Tony called out his next combo, Peter was too focused on the shape of Tony’s lips and the hoarseness of his voice to throw the correct punches. He threw himself off balance, the gloves on his hands only colliding with air and throwing him forward toward Tony. Caught off guard by Peter hurtling toward him, Tony dodged out of the way, watching Peter tumble to the mat. As Peter fell, their feet tangled together, bringing Tony down on top of him.

It took a moment for the two of them to catch their breath enough to register their current situation. Tony had landed on top of Peter who was sprawled on his back, long limbs splayed out beside him. They both stared at each other for a moment before laughing, warm smiles settling on their faces.

“Congrats, you have me pinned and now have my attention”.

Tony blushed, looking down at Peter and their current predicament. He thought about laughing it off for a moment but quickly decided to throw caution to the wind.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, Peter. I’m thrilled to have your attention, but I’d much rather be the one pinned”.

Peter’s eyes darkened beneath Tony and the older man shuddered under his gaze. Tony slowly rolled off Peter, aware of the fact that they were in the middle of the gym. Both men got to their feet, standing silently for a moment.

“What do you say we call it a night?” Tony asked nervously. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Peter, but he couldn’t be in this gym with him much longer. He was too close to doing something stupid, like running off to the locker room with Peter in tow.

Peter smiled. For a moment he looked relieved, but then his eyes narrowed and slowly traveled up and down Tony’s entire body. He stepped closer, making any space between them disappear.

He leaned in close, dipping his head a bit to whisper in Tony’s ear, “We should head out, but I don’t think I can say goodnight to you yet. Not when you say things about me pinning you down”.

Tony shuddered from the warm breath against his ear and the words spoken. He drew in a slow, ragged breath and nodded.

“Wanna come to my place?” Tony asked, hoping the desperation in his voice wasn’t too obvious.

“Sounds great, Tony”.

Peter gestured for Tony to lead the way, and both men hopped out of the ring. Peter held up his hands wordlessly and Tony went about removing the gloves and wraps. They headed to the locker room, making quick work of rinsing off and gathering their gym bags. Peter had to physically resist the urge to stare at Tony exiting the shower, forcing himself to turn around and focus on making sure he had everything. Once they were done and had left the gym, they paused on the sidewalk. Tony unlocked his car, the headlights flashing in front of them.

“I know you normally walk from your apartment, want to ride with me?”

The shower and fresh air seemed to have cleared Peter’s head a bit, and he suddenly realized what was happening. He wanted Tony, he’d wanted Tony from the first time he saw him at Hard Knocks. He just couldn’t believe he was actually being given a chance. He talked a big talk in the gym, but the anxiety was settling in his bones.

“I, uh-”. Peter stammered, suddenly unsure of himself.

Tony noticed his hesitation but maintained his own confidence. Stepping closer to him, Tony reached out, taking one of Peter’s hands in his own.

“Don’t get shy on me now Parker,” he said softly. “We can get takeout and watch some tv, no pressure. I really just want to spend some time with you. You’ve had me pining for months,” he admitted.

Peter released a long breath, not realizing he’d been holding it. Nodding, he squeezed Tony’s hand tightly, leading them toward Tony’s car.

The ride to Tony’s building was quiet but comfortable. They both realized how hungry they were, so Peter called up his favorite Chinese restaurant so they could pick up food on their way.

A short while later, Tony was leading Peter into a gorgeous lobby, leaving Peter feeling the slightest bit out of place. Whether he realized it or not, the hand Tony settled on the small of Peter’s back was reassuring and comforting. With dinner in hand, They rode the elevator to the top, opening up into a gorgeous penthouse. Peter was speechless. The floor was rich, chestnut hardwood, the walls covered in photos of who Peter assumed were Tony’s family and friends.

“Tony, this is beautiful, Peter marveled.

Tony blushed. He rarely invited people into his space - he had always been protective and private about things like that. Something about Peter made him feel safe and comfortable, almost excited to invite him in.

“It’s home,” Tony smiled. “Come on, let’s grab some plates and eat in the living room. I wanna be comfy”.

Tony headed down the hall and Peter followed him into the kitchen. Tony grabbed everything they needed and they each took a moment to dish up heaping servings of fried rice and kung pao chicken. Tony grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge before gesturing for Peter to follow him again, this time into the living room.

The room was large and open with a couple of overstuffed chairs along with a massive sectional couch. Tony and Peter settled side by side on the couch, with just a couple inches of space between them. It was safe for now, but Peter knew he couldn’t keep his hands off Tony for much longer. While Peter was grateful for the distraction of food, he knew that he and Tony were both still thinking about that moment on the mat.

Tony clicked the remote, his TV turning on to whatever channel he’d watched last night. He was immediately embarrassed when HGTV lit up the screen.

“I love this show!” Peter exclaimed.

Tony smiled with relief, his continued comfort with Peter surprising him.

They ate their food quickly, both exhausted from the gym. They exchanged a few words here and there, chatting about Peter’s senior year at NYU and Tony’s most recent projects at work. Tony was quickly reminded that he had at least 15 years on Peter, but couldn’t bring himself to care. It had been years since he’d felt so comfortable around someone. Yes, he had his fun and flings here and there, but nothing of substance. He didn’t know Peter all that well yet, but even this early sense of comfort was new and exciting for him.

By the time they both finished up dinner, Tony was about ready to melt into the couch from exhaustion. Peter grabbed their plates to deposit them in the sink before quickly returning to Tony on the couch. Tony had scooched into the corner of the sectional, looking far too cute in Peter’s mind.

Peter stood there for a moment, unsure where he should situate himself on the couch. Or, if Tony would want him to just head out.

Before he could ask, Tony scooted over a tiny bit, patting the spot next to him, right in the corner. Peter made his way over, settling himself next to Tony, just slightly behind him. In this position, Peter could wrap his arms tightly around Tony’s midsection, pulling him in close, Tony’s back pressed against his chest. Peter didn’t hesitate to cuddle up with Tony - he felt an intangible draw toward the man and he was tired of fighting against it.

Television forgotten, both men lost themselves in each other for a while. Tony sighed in contentment, leaning his weight against Peter, feeling perfectly at home in Peter’s arms. Feeling Tony relax, Peter leaned down, pressing his face into Tony’s neck, just breathing the beautiful man in. Tony smelled like pine and a hint of sweat from the gym. Peter couldn’t get enough and began nosing up and down Tony’s neck, from his ear down toward his throat, and back again.

Tony groaned at the affection, leaning his head back against Peter’s shoulder, offering himself up. Peter breathed out heavily, mouthing along the same path on Tony’s neck.

“Come here Tony, lay down with me,” Peter breathed into Tony’s ear.

Peter stretched his long legs down the length of the sectional, pressed into the back of the couch. With his arms wrapped around Tony, he pulled him down and gently helped turn him toward Peter. Tony’s eyes were wide, looking up through his lashes at Peter.

Peter absolutely broke at that, pulling Tony up so they were nose to nose. Peter leaned forward, his lips brushing against Tony in a silent question. Tony didn’t close his eyes, he wanted to see everything unfolding in front of him, from the depth of Peter’s eyes to the plushness of his lips. He gave the smallest nod and found himself suddenly consumed by the deepest kiss he’d experienced in a long while. Peter surged forward, feeling the softest lips against his own and pulling Tony closer and tighter to his chest.

Tony kissed back, relishing the feeling of being pressed against Peter, his lips moving in tandem with Peter’s. His hands found their way around Peter’s waist, holding tightly, as if holding on to reality, begging this to be real. Peter’s hands were suddenly in his hair and cupping his neck, holding him close and making Tony absolutely melt against him. His mouth opened in a soft moan, and Peter took the opportunity to softly lick into his mouth, exploring with his tongue.

The two men tangled themselves together; their legs, arms, and lips overlapping and interweaving until neither man could tell where they ended and the other began. Completely lost in each other, they shared deep kisses and soft touches with no sense of time. Eventually, Tony tugged at Peter’s side as he shifted so he was laying on his back, pulling Peter on top of him. Without any thought, Peter settled his lower half between Tony’s legs and pressed his forearms into the couch on either side of Tony’s head, nearly boxing him in.

Tony breathed heavily, slowly drifting away at the feeling of being underneath Peter. His hips shifted on their own accord, pressing his own hardness into Peter’s. The groan Tony let loose absolutely wrecked Peter. He pressed his forehead against Tony’s pausing to take in the moment unfolding.

“I guess you did say you wanted to be pinned. How’s the real thing?” Peter murmured.

Tony gasped, finding it challenging to string his thoughts together, nevermind speaking actual words.

“Peter,” he managed to moan.

Peter tucked his face into Tony’s neck, breathing him in again.

“Yeah, Tony? What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.” Peter hoped he was reading the situation right. He took his confidence from the way Tony was gasping beneath him and the hardness he felt pressing against him. Slowly, he rolled his hips against Tony’s, matching the stuttered thrusts of the man beneath him.

“Feels so good, Pete” Tony muttered.

Peter pulled back, just enough to get Tony’s eyes on him. “I asked you what you want Tony,” he repeated firmly.

Tony shuddered at the authority in Peter’s voice. He loved the way Peter was making him feel; safe, protected, utterly out of control in the best way. He wanted so much, he felt it deeply at his core, the heat swirling throughout every part of his body. He paused long enough to come back to his body, to remember where he was.

“God, Peter, I want this so bad, I really do,” he admitted softly. He looked away from Peter’s face, torn between the desire coursing through him and the logic embedded in his brain; the fear of revealing too much.

Peter could see the conflict on Tony’s face and pulled back enough for them to each clear their head. He resituated them on the couch, easily sliding behind Tony and pulling him into his chest once again.

“Hey,” he whispered into Tony’s neck. “No pressure, Tony, remember?”.

Tony leaned into Peter, loving how it felt to be held in the younger man’s arms.

“I’m high maintenance, Pete,” Tony confessed.

He felt Peter’s arms squeeze him even tighter. “Tony, I spent months drooling over you and then weeks teasing you at the gym. I think I can handle it - if you want me to”.

Tony leaned his head back on Peter’s shoulder, turning slightly so he could see Peter’s face. Peter’s eyes were clear and honest, the adoration he felt for Tony evident from the look on his face.

“Promise to stop avoiding me at the gym?” he asked with a smile.

“Oh honey, I couldn’t avoid you if I tried”.

Tony melted a bit more at that, the sweet endearments going to his head.

“Good, cause I’m gonna demand all your attention now,” Tony preened.

Peter squeezed tightly and Tony settled in against him. They both returned their gaze to the television, but neither really paid any attention. Peter thought back to the day he first saw Tony Stark, enthralled and awed by the man. All those months of teasing smiles and flirty waves led them to this moment, and he couldn’t quite believe it. He laughed quietly, thinking about their boxing session.

“What are you laughing at, Peter?”

Peter pressed a kiss to Tony’s neck, letting just a hint of teeth press into his skin. “Oh, I’m just thinking about how today was the first and only time that you’ll ever pin me down”.

#starker #ironspider #starker fic #starker au #peter parker x tony stark #mine #got me feeling weak

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shunsatan · 4 years

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Headcanons for if Kaidou’s sister got a crush on Saiki

Fic time here we go babeyy. Starring the lovely Kaidou Sora.

It was a rough and cold day. One with winds that whipped you back and forth with no mercy. It was the kind of day that would gain your trust by having the sun tickle your skin, and then destroy the fragile warmth with a booming and freezing breeze. Sora wished she had stayed inside instead of going to the store to buy eggs for her mother. She cursed under her breath as another dreaded wind came and tangled her hair.

"Shun...? Shun!" She spotted her older brother loitering outside of another grocery store.

[[MORE]]

"...Sora?" He jumped, turning to face the smaller female "Oh, hey. Heading home?" She nodded.

"Well, I have Saiki with me. I can drive you home though" he turns to the pink haired boy who was still eyeing a rack of coffee jelly from outside of the store window.

"Drive? You can't drive. This isn't America, dumbass. You're not old enough to get a license and you don't even have any type of vehicle with.... you..." she slowed her words upon seeing him walk up and start a motorcycle with some unappealing (not to mention, chuuni) decorations; only shun would decorate something to look that stupid.

"I forgot you had one.." she awed. Though, the last thing she needed was more wind slapping her face "But no thanks. I'll walk. You don't even have an extra helmet."

Saiki turned to the bike he had been pure pressured into bringing. 'Yare yare' he mumbled as he sat down too fast, causing his head to ache. This place was crowded, so it made sense that his head would hurt naturally- or, that's what he thought until he saw Shun's sister getting kidnapped. Good grief. No way to sit still after seeing that.

'Hey' saiki called out to her, placing a helmet on her head. 'You can ride on the back of mine. It's going to be dark soon and then it'll get even colder.' He said, walking back to his motorcycle.

"Alright, fine" she got onto the seat behind him. Shun smiled at Saiki before starting his bike down the road, and the psychic then followed.

The wind came strong and angry. Sharp and bitter. It threatened to kick her off of the bike and caused her to have to wrap her arms tighter around the boy infront of her. He didn't care much for the wind. Nothing special, no reason for his heart to race because with his powers, his instincts don't sense danger. It wasn't much painfully cold, either. With his pyrotechnics it wasn't a problem at all.

Maybe I should tell him to stop... this is too cold Sora thought to herself

Saiki sighed as he used his fire power very carefully to bring heat to her body as well. He can't have Shun coming to school crying about his sister everyday. Especially when it's so easy to avoid.

This feeling...

Oh no.

it's gotten so warm... next to Saiki.. no, it must be that I... I have a crush..?

Good grief... this is uncomfortable the psychic thought

.....

And in days to come, the Jet Black Wing's sister would come to bother him about his friends. After that, her crush began to develop in a similar way to Chiyo. She would watch him with eyes that saw a round eyed prince. She would admire how smart and well mannered he is, and she would act especially polite when he made his presence infront of her.

Saiki Kusuo, was also thinking about her often. However; not in the way you might be thinking. He was forming strategies on how to avoid her. All of which were miserably failing. With her mother and his mother on her side, she couldn't fail. Discovering his family power structure, she would have Shun call Kurumi (his mother) and invite him over.

And with her own mother bothering Shun to hang out with his two "genius" friends everytime his grades would slip. Of course, Nendou rarely came because he was "always busy" (in reality, Shun didn't want Nendou and his mother interacting anymore in fear of her finding out that he's an idiot)

So, of course, this all worked out best for Sora.

.....

The group of four walked home like usual. Kuboyasu, Nendou, Saiki and Kaidou. They were discussing which character in Shounen Jump is the weakest while Saiki was praying for Nendou to ask them to ramen so that he didn't have to go to Kaidou's house again. Sora had been coming up with gifts for her crush so that he would take notice and start a conversation with her. Of course, she had almost no idea what would peak the boy's interest.

"Hey, Saiki. I thought maybe it would be a good time to ask you" Kuboyasu, the former delinquent spoke up. "Heard there's somethin' weird behind that 100 yen store. Wanna come check it out?" He offered.

Saiki almost shook his head and provided an excuse on instinct before remembering his main goal (to bLow up and act I like dont know nobody aghaghaghaa.) So he simply nodded.

"I wish I could come see!" Kaidou beamed before looking back down to the ground dramatically "yes... I wish I still had time to question those weird things around me... to leisure in activities like such. Though, I have a sacred duty at hand..." he clenched his bandaged fist

"Gotta take a shit? Me too" Nendou chimed in.

"NO, IDIOT! I have cram sch-- I um.. I m..mean I have to meet with the phantom force! Th-that I'm helping train to work as soldiers against dark reunion!!" He stumbled all over his sentence before finally turning his body to strut off over to the direction of his house.

"Shun. I need you to help me with.. homework" his sister quickly requested and dragged him into her room, pushing him on the floor infront of the small table that sat in the middle of the room, just like his.

"What can you tell me about your friends? Start with Saiki kun" she reached for a notepad and a pen.

"Shouldn't you be referring to him as senpai or something because he's a second year?" He mentioned before being cut with her glare. "R..Right! Okay, sorry... he likes sweets an-"

"Sweets and what!? Why'd you stop??" Sora pressed

"Why do you need to know about my friends? Is this a homework assignment..?" He questioned her

"Yeah sure." She rushed "he likes sweets and what?"

"Ohh! I think I remember having this assignment in middle school, too! You're supposed to write about your closest friends and their interests right~?" He thought back to his middle school year and looked at her with warm eyes. Empathy began filling his soft face, adjusting his features on her. "Sora, I couldn't make any friends in middle school either, so...!" He began "I've noticed you've been really nice to Saiki.. so if you want to be friends with my friends-!"

"I can make friends. I'm not some lonely loser like you who needs a hero complex to interact with people his age." She interrupted, sending an imaginary arrow through the highschooler's chest.

"Guh-- well if you don't want my help then in leaving!!" He stood up and caught notice of a small hand stopping him

"Wait! I'm sorry.." She got onto her feet and bowed "I'm just... embarrassed about not having friends." She lied, not wanting her brother to know she had the hots for his bestfriend.

Her phone chimed, once, and then again. It was three of her friends trying to reach her to hang out at the movies. Then she got a phone call, interrupted by another phone call.

"You should answer those" shun said

She hesitantly picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Put it on speaker" her brother ordered.

"...okay.."

<"heyyyy! Sora where have you been? Me and everyone else wanted to go to the movies with you. You're always knee-deep in studying so we wanted to help you relax a bit for once. You've been out of school for like, three days just shadowing and checking out Pk academy. It's still a while before we get into high school, grandma~! Anyway, the 7 of us wanted to show we love you by taking you to see that movie you mentioned wanting to see. So get ready, we want to be there by 7:30"> the girl on the phone ranted on before Sora could speak up against it, and hung up.

".....Shun-"

"SEVEN!?" he exclaimed as Sora rushed into another apology. This must be the first time he's ever made HER scared of HIM.

"Don't apologize Sora!! That's amazing, I'm so happy you have great friends... ahyuuu...." he teared up

"Oh... thanks, I guess"

"But one thing" he said and stopped her from leaving the room

"Huh?"

"Why did you need to know about my friends for that project?" He tilted his head

She looked over to the door knob as if she was begging it for help as her face was overpowered by a dark red hue. "W....we-well-- Sh...shut up! Get out! I need to get dressed!!" She pushed him out.

"Ow!! Ouch~! I'll leave!!" He practically screeched as he was rushed out. "But I'll stand outside of the door until you admit!"

A few minutes later, she yanked open the door and sprinted down the hallway. She knew her small brother wouldn't be able to catch her with how weak and slow he is.

But her little brother could.

She tripped and landed on her face after having her legs caught and wrapped in bandages by Toki Kaidou.

"Now tell me why!" Shun stood proudly over her despite not having done anything.

Toki went back to his room as Sora nearly freed her feat from the poorly tied bandages, that is before Shun, someone who actually knew how to tie a knot, fixed them.

"Fine!! Just let me go!" She yelled at him "I... is there any reason for it? I think he's cool. You can always have new friends. You're just stupid and think that 7 is the max" her face was once again drenched in a dark pink color.

"Oh my god." He said

"What!?"

"You like him!!!" His eyes widened as he stood up frantically. "You have a crush on Saiki!!"

"Yeah, so what about it!?" Sora snapped at him

Shun gasped "Sora!! You're only in middle school-"

"Yet I'm more put together than you are" she said defensively

"But that's still kind of wrong.. we're about to be third years and you're not even in highschool yet..."

"I will be by the time you're third years though!!" She shouted, then slumped down.

"Yes- bu-" he began, getting cut off

"I know. I just... I really like him and I've never liked a guy before. I know it's stupid." She sighed, defeated

"No no, Sora I'm sorry... You can't control who you like, right? I was being mean-" he began

"It's fine, you're right about it being weird. Just untie me so I can go to my room"

"What about the movies with your friends?"

"...whatever"

....

'Yare yare,' Saiki sighed, taking another bite from one of the homemade cookies Sora had anonymously sent him before placing it down and uncrossing his eyes. (he had checked with his powers and knows the cookies were from her)

'I guess it can't be helped' he sighed once more before sending out a telepathic signal

"Sora!" She sang as she knocked on the large door infront of her.

"Hello?" Shun answered and opened the door wider for the girl to come in "you're one od her friends!" He chirped "She said she isn't feeling well enough for the movies; I think you should try cheering her up."

"Oh, okay... um, where would her room be?" Upon entering the house, the girl suddenly grew nervous. For some reason.

"Here, I'll show you" Shun lead her to Sora's door and sprinted away to hide before the girl could knock on it.

"What do you want." Sora snapped after hearing the door knock

"Eek! Sorry, I just.. uhm...wa it's Yui! your b..brother let me in" she stuttered unlike how she spoke on the phone

The door opened and inside was a girl with messy hair and red eyes. An embrace came soon after.

I thought you might've needed a hug... Yui intended to say, but instead voiced out:

"You... h.,,hug. Yeah. Needed yes...mn"

Sora laughed, at first came a weak chuckle, then as the hug parted it became a strong belly laugh (upon seeing Yui's flustered face)

.....

"Shun!" Sora called, making the timid boy jump and start shaking from fear

"Y-yes?" He was sweating bullets

"I'm going to the movies with my girlfriend." She took Yui's clammy hand and headed towards the door.

Shun blinked. "Wh--"

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blurry-fics · 4 years

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Milkshakes: Part Four

Pairing: high school!Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Family drama

Word Count: 2070

Request: No specific request, but a lot of people wanted a part four to this series :)

Author’s Note: As per usual, make sure to read parts one, two, and three before you read this one so that it makes sense! This was really fun to write and I hope all of you enjoy it as much as I did :) (picture credit)

“I like that one,” you said as Tyler finished playing a melody. He turned and looked at you over his shoulder.

“You do?”

“Yeah, it’s very calming to listen to.”

“Noted.”

Tyler grabbed his notebook and started to write something down. While he did that, you checked your phone to make sure your parents hadn’t texted you and told you to come home. Ever since the huge fight with your mom nearly a week ago, you had spent most of your afternoons at Tyler’s house. Being surrounded by his loving family helped you forget about all the drama happening in your own. You and your mom were barely speaking to one another, and your dad, not wanting to be in the middle, was barely speaking to anybody.

“Are you ok?” Tyler asked, lightly rubbing your arm.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I started thinking about my parents again.”

Tyler frowned, “I know. I’m sure your mom will come around eventually.”

“I don’t know, it’s already been a week.”

“She will, Y/N. I think it’s just going to take her a little while to get used to the fact that we’re… you know.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you said, forcing a smile. Although it didn’t change anything, you appreciated Tyler’s effort to be reassuring.

“Why don’t we go downstairs and get a snack? My mom just bought stuff to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

“Ok.”

Tyler gave you a quick kiss before standing up and walking into the hall. You rolled off his bed and followed after him, challenging him to a race down the stairs as you went. This resulted in the two of you in a pile in the entryway after Tyler took a corner too fast and brought you down with him. Thankfully the worst injury was Tyler hitting his funny bone against the floor.

“That’s the last time I challenge you to a race down the stairs,” you laughed as you offered him a hand to help him up.

“Sorry,” he said. You covertly admired his tensed arm muscles as he pulled himself up. “I’m kind of competitive.”

“Competitive is an understatement.”

Zack and Maddy were already in the kitchen, bent over a pot of something on the stove. Since Kelly and Chris were out, Tyler decided to step in and be the responsible older brother.

“What are you two up to?” he asked, leaning in so he could get a better look at the stove.

“Making mac and cheese,” Zack answered.

“Why does it matter?” Maddy asked, turning to Tyler. Before he had a chance to answer, she spotted you and started smiling. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!”

She ran around the kitchen island and slid along the floor into your arms, nearly knocking you over. You smiled and hugged her tightly.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to burn the house down,” Tyler said. “Why are you standing over the water?”

“We’re waiting for it to boil,” Zack said. “It’s taking forever and I’m starving.”

“It would probably go faster if you distracted yourself with something else,” you chimed in.

“Like what?” Zack said, turning to you.

“You could play a card game,” you shrugged.

“Yes! Zack, let’s play Go Fish.”

“That’s kind of hard to play with two people, Mads.”

“Tyler? Y/N? Will you play?”

You turned to Tyler, deciding it was best to let him answer.

“We would love to, but I’m working on some music upstairs. We’re just taking a break to have lunch.”

“Aw,” Maddy frowned.

“Tell you what, we can play card games tonight once Y/N goes home, ok?” he offered.

“Deal.”

Maddy went back to watching the boiling water with Zack, meanwhile Tyler started to grab things to make your sandwiches. You took a seat at the counter, figuring you would still be able to help him while you were sitting down.

“Hey,” Tyler said, swatting your hand away when you started to reach for the peanut butter, “I’ve got this.”

“I can help, Ty.”

“Just let me be nice,” he said, looking up at you and smiling. “You’ve had a rough week.”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to argue that, so you sat back and waited for Tyler to finish making your sandwiches. When they were finally finished, you scooped up the plate before he had a chance to. The least you could do was carry them upstairs.

“Bye, Y/N!” Maddy said as you walked out of the kitchen.

“Bye, Maddy! Good luck with your mac and cheese.”

“Thanks!”

Tyler shut the door when you got back up to his room. You each took a seat on the bed, close enough that your arms were pressed together, and grabbed one of the sandwiches from the plate. Tyler let you vent about your family while you ate, nodding thoughtfully as he took bite after bite. By the time you finished, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“Thanks for letting me rant,” you said, laying back on his bed. “I haven’t wanted to talk about everything because I didn’t want to make you feel bad, but holding it in wasn’t doing me any favors.”

Tyler leaned back next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You would never make me feel bad, Y/N. I want to be here for you no matter what’s going on.”

“Thanks, Ty. I appreciate that,” you said, giving him a quick kiss.

“You’re welcome.”

“You know, I’m kind of sad that I’m going to miss out on sibling game night though,” you laughed.

“Don’t be,” Tyler laughed. “Zack always ends up cheating, then Maddy gets upset, Jay throws all the pieces everywhere when he’s there, and I end up having to mediate it all.”

“Every time?”

“Every time,” he sighed.

“Ok, maybe I’m ok with missing it.”

“Exactly.”

“Still, I like your family.”

“They like you too. My mom is always asking about you.”

“She is?”

“Yeah. I mean, she did that before, but she does it even more now that she knows we’re dating. Then Maddy hears me talking about you and starts asking me a million questions.”

“That’s sweet,” you smiled.

“Yeah, I like having an excuse to talk about you.”

“Of course you do.”

You turned in Tyler’s arms so that you were facing one another, your noses mere inches apart. He started to smile.

“What?” you laughed.

“You’re really pretty and it makes me nervous.”

“Oh, stop. You’re much prettier than I am.”

Tyler’s eyebrows furrowed, “Are you sure about that?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Then I think you need to get your eyes checked.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

Rather than continuing your back and forth, you leaned forward and kissed Tyler. He moved one hand from your waist to your cheek, pulling you closer. You grabbed at the fabric of his t-shirt.

Footsteps started to come up the stairs and Tyler immediately pulled away, sitting up straight so that only your legs were barely touching. A moment later, Maddy popped her head into Tyler’s room.

“Do either of you want some mac and cheese? I wanted to check before Zack steals it all.”

“I’m ok. Y/N?” Tyler said, turning to you. His cheeks were bright pink.

“I’m ok,” you smiled.

“Thanks for checking, Mads.”

“No problem,” she smiled before disappearing again.

You and Tyler turned to face one another and immediately started laughing.

“Your face,” you grinned, “it’s so pink.”

“I’m embarrassed! First you were,” Tyler dropped his voice, “kissing me and then all of a sudden Maddy was coming up the stairs!”

“It’s ok, it was cute.”

You had just leaned in again when your phone started to buzz in your pocket. Your lips barely brushed against Tyler’s and then you were sitting back again, lifting your hips so you could grab your phone from your pocket.

“Shit, it’s my mom,” you said, standing up and bringing the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Your mom’s tone was sharp.

“I’m at Tyler’s.”

“I need you to come home.”

“Right now?” you frowned.

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’ll be there soon.”

You ended the call without another word and turned to Tyler. He was already frowning.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed.

“It’s fine. I know how it is.”

He stood up and held his arms out. You buried your face in his chest and held onto him tightly, trying to hide how upset you were by the fact that your day had been cut short.

“I’m sure she just wants you home for dinner.”

“Hopefully.”

Tyler gave you one more kiss before walking with you down the stairs. He leaned against the railing while you laced up your shoes.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said as he pulled open the door.

You glanced around the entryway before giving him a final kiss. “Text me, ok?”

“I always do.”

You waved to Tyler as you walked down the front steps and grabbed your bike from where you had left it in the yard. At least the bike ride home would give you some time before you had to face your mom.

The house was near silent as you walked inside, the only sound coming from Percy’s nails clicking against the wood floors as he came running towards you. You bent down and scratched at his ears until he finally calmed down enough for you to unlace your shoes and set them near the door. Once they were off, you started to creep slowly through the house, listening for any sound that would give away where your parents were.

“I need to talk to you.”

The sound of your mom’s voice from a few feet away scared you enough to make you jump. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm down your anger before you ended up snapping and making the situation between the two of you worse. When you felt calm again, you turned to look at her.

“Here?”

“Yes. Take a seat.”

You did as she said and sat down on the couch across from her. She was sitting in her favorite chair, her hands crossed so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were nearly white. A chill ran down your spine as you leaned back into the cushions, trying to look as comfortable as possible as you met her eyes. You weren’t about to let your mom know how scared you were for what she was about to say.

“I’ve been doing something thinking about the fight we had last week.”

Deep breaths. Maintain eye contact. Keep your voice steady.

“About Tyler?” you asked.

“Yes.” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. There were already a list of counter-arguments lined up in your head; the week without your phone had given you plenty of time to think. “I want to apologize for how I reacted. You’re not a child anymore and it’s not fair for me to continue to treat you like one. Although I may not agree with your choices, it is also not my place to control them. If Tyler makes you happy, then I will do my best to support you.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Although it wasn’t the perfect apology, you knew it was the best you would get from your mom. Her attempting to support your relationship with Tyler was more than enough for you.

“Thank you, Mom. That means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Is there anything else?”

“No, that’s all.”

You stood up and started to walk out of the room, but stopped yourself after a few steps. Even if there was still some residual frustration with your mom after the way she had treated you over the last week, you still wanted to give her some sort of sign that things between you were ok. Saying it didn’t feel like quite enough to show how thankful you were.

Your mom looked up at you as you walked over to her and held out your arms. She allowed herself a small smile as she stood up and wrapped her arms around you, holding you tightly.

“I love you, sweetheart,” she said.

“I love you too, Mom.”

When she finally let go of you, you called Percy and took the stairs up to your room two at a time, unable to keep the smile off of your face.

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