#trying not to rush forward and end up cornering myself later

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

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[retrosabers]

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

FICMAS DAY 3: GIFT-GIVING

bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: as bucky’s secret santa, you’re determined to give him the best christmas present he’s ever received.

contains: grumpy buck fluff, some angst, idiots who are crushing hard, swearing

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is a long one i’m apologizing in advance

i am SO SORRY for crickets in the ficmas department the past week, i hit a big brick wall with this and i’ve been so all over the place with my own holiday planning and such that i ended up having to cut the masterlist in half because i knew i couldn’t get it all done. i’m very sorry to anyone who was looking forward to what got scrapped, but i couldn’t bring myself to rush through writing and put out something i don’t believe it my best work.

also, do people even want avengers fix it fics anymore?? i debated between the “everything is fine the team lives at the compound together” vibe and setting this post tfatws, but ultimately decided the former was easier to write. and i think it worked in my favor because this turned out really cute :)

!! divider by @strangergraphics !!

FICMAS MASTERLIST

your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest.

who’s idea was this again? wanda? tony? steve? it didn’t matter anymore. all that mattered right now was that you didn’t pass out in the elevator. a feat that was becoming more and more difficult the closer you got to your destination.

a secret santa is supposed to bring you joy, not near paralyzing anxiety.

at first, you were 100% on board with participating in a gift exchange. as much as you wanted to shower all of your teammates with presents galore, not everyone shared the same sentiment, and thus the idea of a secret santa was proposed.

excitement courses through your veins as you reach your hand into the cheap santa hat tony grabbed from god knows where in storage, with little pieces of paper containing the names of your fellow avengers. you decided to wait until you were back in the privacy of your room to open it up, afraid of any wandering eyes taking a peak. the last thing you wanted was the element of surprise to be stripped away. it was half the fun after all.

as sam pulls the last name, you quietly excuse yourself and all but rush upstairs, too eager to get in the holiday spirit and brainstorm. as soon as the door shuts behind you, you hurriedly reveal the contents of the paper.

if it’s natasha, i can get her a pair of ballet slippers. she’s been mentioning how she wants to start dancing again.

what about bruce? maybe a journal for all his ideas? he always seems to be losing sticky notes in the lab.

a million different ideas swirl around in your head, reminding you just how much joy this time of year brings. to you, there was nothing better than seeing the gleeful looks on people’s faces when they opened their gifts. the corners of your mouth turn up at the memory of your first christmas with the team. how shy and reluctant you were, afraid of going overboard. now, a few years later, you’re completely unabashed in showing just how much you care about them.

your bright smile morphs into a deep frown as you unfold the paper.

bucky barnes.

quite possibly the most difficult person you could’ve chosen.

to be clear, there’s nothing wrong with bucky. he may be a bit grumpy and standoffish, but it’s with good reason and you know it. that also doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to be impossible to try and shop for.

what do you get for the man who seemingly despises anything the modern world has to offer? the same man who you’re 99% sure hates your guts. come to think of it, how did you even pull him? he most definitely wasn’t downstairs 20 minutes ago when everyone scribbled down their names and tossed them in tony’s direction.

it was irrelevant now. you were stuck being his secret santa, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give james buchanan barnes the best christmas gift he’s ever gotten in his century-long lifetime.

the two weeks it took to come up with an idea sure felt like a century. if it wasn’t for the concerning amount of snooping you did, you’d probably be showing up empty handed. thankfully, at almost 1 in the morning on a random tuesday, a lightbulb went off in your brain. you scrambled bright and early the next day to go shopping, and by some lucky form of divine intervention, you acquired the perfect gift.

flash forward to now, and you’re carrying an insanely large box up to bucky’s room. in a blatant stray from what the rest of the team was doing, you decided to give him his present one on one, secluded from everyone else. partly because you were afraid of public embarrassment if he hated it, and partly because you knew bucky wasn’t very fond of being put on display.

you hope he’ll at least be grateful for that.

when the elevator finally chimes, signaling you’ve arrived at the dormitory floor, the box nearly slips from your grasp. not just from how heavy it was, but from the nervous sweat coating your palms.

the hallway is quiet enough to hear a pin drop, save for the faint sound of christmas music playing over the speakers. with careful, calculated steps, you make your way down the length of the corridor, dragging your feet the closer you get to bucky’s room. there’s a small part of you that hopes he’s downstairs in the gym, the kitchen, the backyard, anywhere but here. dropping and dashing wasn’t what you had in mind, but the anxious thumping of your heart was becoming unbearable. you know it will only amplify tenfold if you’re forced to stare into those steel blue eyes of his. the thought alone sends a chill down your spine.

you freeze in place when you hear the sound of a door knob clicking open.

please be wanda’s room, please be wanda’s room.

in front of you, the very last door on the left creaks open, revealing the tall and brooding super soldier whose company you were aiming to avoid.

it’s easy to forget how handsome bucky barnes is when he normally does nothing but grimace in your direction.

you still weren’t used to his new haircut, but it was clear he felt significantly more confident with it. is that a hint of aftershave, or cologne? whatever it was, the scent fit him perfectly; cedarwood with a hint of spice. the green henley he wears fits snugly against his broad frame, emphasizing all the muscles you’ve been caught staring at on more than one occasion. for once, he’s not wearing a scowl, though that changes when he catches sight of you.

surely you must look strange, standing dumbfounded in the middle of the hall with a box covered in santa-printed wrapping paper and a big bow that you can barely hold. right now the floor opening up and swallowing you whole was at the top of your wish list. and st. nick better make it quick.

bucky’s expression shifts from one of disdain to curiosity as he quirks a brow wordlessly. your own knit together in frustration, knowing you now had no choice but to do this exchange face to face.

“need any help?” he questions monotonously. as much as you want to be prideful and reject it, your arms feel like they’re going to fall off any second. he seems to catch your drift despite a verbal response, because in the blink of an eye he’s striding towards you, sweeping the gift from your arms and into his own with ease. you try not to gape at the way his biceps strain against fabric.

you stutter out a “thanks,” as you straighten out your sweater. bucky grunts in return and eyes the package in his hands cautiously. you’re half expecting him to shake it like a child when you catch the tiniest twitch of his upper lip.

it’s the closest thing to a smile he’s ever shown in your presence. something that gives you the courage to actually form a sentence instead of continuing to gawk at him.

here goes nothing.

“this is for you, actually,” you manage to shakily breathe out. bucky halts his observations, a glimmer of surprise briefly dancing across his face.

a beat of silence passes between you. “don’t remember asking for anything," he finally says. it’s still laced with his typical dry sarcasm, but there’s a legitimate amusement in his tone that can’t be missed.

you narrow your eyes at him playfully, feeling a little bit more at ease now that he didn’t completely rebuff you.

“i’m your secret santa, smartass,” you jab with your hands on your hips.

for the first time ever, bucky smirks at you.

“don’t recall asking for that either.”

you throw your hands up in defense, offering him a surprisingly nonchalant shrug. “don’t blame me, i’m pretty sure steve was the one who put your name in.”

“punk,” the man grumbles. he shakes his head, attention turning back to the present in hand once more.

despite his apparent annoyance, you can’t seem to stop yourself from continuing on.

“i know you’re supposed to do this kind of thing with everyone around,” you start off shaky, afraid of upsetting him any more than you may already have. his gaze immediately falls to you upon hearing your voice.

“i also know you’re not a big fan of being the center of attention,” you continue, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans. “figured you’d like this better if it was in private.”

bucky’s features soften. his jaw unclenched, his eyes not so narrow and judgmental. he looks relieved, flattered; a myriad of things you can’t name or place.

“i appreciate that,” he admits, suddenly shy and impish. for a second, he completely forgets about the gift you brought. the simple fact that you were kind enough to consider his feelings, despite how cold he could be to you, makes his heart skip a beat.

you simply nod your head in reply, teetering back and forth on your feet awkwardly trying to decipher your next move.

“you don’t have to open that right now you know.”

he sets the box down on the floor next to his door. “kinda defeats the purpose don’t you think?”

you shrug. “whatever you’re comfortable with. doesn’t matter what you’re “supposed to do.””

why did you care so much about his comfort level? he hardly showed any concern for yours. the notion consumes his thoughts, prohibiting him from offering anything except a nod of acknowledgement.

that awkward silence comes once again, signaling maybe you’ve overstayed your welcome, or that the moment of peace is over. you check your watch in hopes that father time was ending this exchange for you.

just your luck, he’s right on schedule.

“i uh, better get downstairs,” you announce, pointing your thumb in the direction of the elevator. “don’t wanna miss thor forcing everyone to do christmas karaoke.”

a noise akin to laughter snorts out of bucky’s nose, evoking a delightful warmth in your chest. it was different than all the other times you’ve been flustered in the presence of the super soldier. this was less about intimidation and more about…camaraderie. now wondering if maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought.

it’s exactly what you need to reignite your holiday cheer and shed any remaining worries.

before you can second guess, you turn on your heels, closing the gap between your bodies. wrapping a hand around his arm, his metal arm, and offering a gentle caress, the sincerity in your words is clear as day.

“merry christmas buck.”

your touch burns straight through vibranium all the way to his chest. across his entire body, igniting every cell ablaze. a fire consuming him in ways unimaginable.

and yet. he enjoyed the burn.

as you pull away, much to his dismay, the tips of his fingers brush against the inside of your wrist. goosebumps errupt on your skin, from the cool metal, or that fact that bucky was so pretty this close, only time would tell.

“you too,” he murmurs with a faint grin. the soft crinkles by his eyes are likely going to be the subject of your daydreams for the next week.

you flash him a smile over your shoulder before turning down the hall and averting his gaze, not wanting him to see just how much you were blushing.

while unbeknownst to you, bucky was now a very bright shade of red.

he waits until he can hear the elevator doors close before slipping back into his room and very carefully unwrapping the box. there’s a nervousness in his stomach that’s unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. as the bare brown packaging becomes exposed, he begins ripping back the numerous layers of packing tape. you really took your time on this, he thinks to himself.

that funny feeling only amplifies when he sees the contents of the box.

a record player, a very expensive looking one at that, sits inside with another three wrapped items that he concludes are vinyls, judging from their flatness. on top of it all, there was a small note shrouded in luxe stationary. bucky’s heart stutters when he sees his name scribbled delicately in your handwriting.

his fingers falter briefly before he digs into the envelope.

i know this isn’t like the ones from the 40s, but it’s the closest thing i could find. also got a few of your favorite records, and one i think you’ll like too. don’t forget i have quite a collection of my own in case you ever want to try something new.

merry christmas ♡

bucky unceremoniously plops down on the edge of his bed. the normally stiff feeling mattress now mirrored a sea of clouds and feathers. he’d gladly sink into the abyss of softness, if it meant pumping the brakes on his thundering heartbeat.

from the moment he met you, bucky knew he was in trouble.

you had an aura about you that was magnetic, always drawing people in and bathing them in your light. your unconditional kindness and consideration, hell, even your mere presence in a room seemed to liven it up entirely. it was a hypnotizing, almost dangerous thing for the man, and if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to push people away. for their sake, and his. bucky was certain that once he started keeping his distance, that you’d eventually give up in trying to crack his tough outer shell, or that the silly feelings he had would disappear.

but right now, as he’s staring at your handwriting and rubbing his thumb repeatedly over that little heart, he knows it was all in vain.

later that night, he stares up at the ceiling, listening to the familiar croon of it’s been a long, long time wafting from his present. he tries to focus on the beauty of the song, or the lights he can see from his window twinkling out on the lawn, but it’s nearly impossible. you’re the subject of all his thoughts. have been since the moment he saw you standing out in the hall. from the scent of your perfume to the little intricacies of your penmanship. the thing that’s plaguing him the most, however, is your hand on his arm.

bucky’s real arm had been gone for over half a century, having stopped experiencing phantom limb syndrome ages ago. yet somehow he felt it there, clear as day. the same tactile sensations on his flesh, right arm, in the metal prosthetic of his left. an electric shock that he’s never recognized before, and that he wouldn’t be opposed to feeling again.

tomorrow, he plans to thank steve for mischievously adding his name into the lottery.

and to ask you about your record collection.

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[x--sinner--x]

"Sir, I have never been fucked. Like I am sort of scared of physical intimacy. I am not fat or anything and I actually have a good body. I want to have sex and when I read your posts I just want to have sex even more. I wish you could write something for a virgin inexperienced reader. Like being taught about stuff. And I know for a fact that I am very submissive. Reading your posts makes me want to be tied up and be underneath someone, where he is just exploring my body eating my pussy and nipples."

Training Session

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I was hoping for a fresh start when I moved to this town and got my job as a professor at this prestigious university. Everything was normal, I was enjoying my life with my wife and 2 kids.

But then, like any normal household, arguments creeped in. I was constantly arguing with my wife and found myself in the university overtime, hoping to get some peace. I didn't think it would take a turn for the worse sooner or later.

I have to admit, the arguments with my wife wasn't new to me. It used to happen even before I got here, but those were minor misunderstandings, and I solved it using sex. I am a very sexual person and it kind of worked out in my favour. But since I moved here, the arguments weren't misunderstanding, but more serious (about money, kids, and other random things), and the sex didn't help. Slowly it had got to the point we were ignoring each other and sleeping in separate beds, acting like good parents to our kids who were dependent on us.

It all started when I was doing my routine term end paper grading (yes overtime at the university), and one paper caught my eye. This girl knew the answers to the questions, but had somehow given the wrong answers. Her wrong answers were not due to misremembering things or even being confused. It was an deliberate attempt to fail. I was the professor who doesn't want anyone to fail, so I usually give some grace marks to give them a passing grade. I did the same here, but I made a note of her name to have a word with her later.

The next morning, during my lecture I would catch her being inattentive and constantly fiddling with her stuff. My throat was giving out when the bell rang, and all students rushed out of the classroom. I caught her trying to sneak past me sandwiched between other students, and asked her to meet me at my cabin later.

Let's fast forward a little later in the day, when I heard a knock on the door. And it was her. I ushered her in and made her get comfortable before I broke out the harsh truth. I started with some small talk, asking her how she was feeling etc. and she was co-operating to my questions. I then brought out her paper and asked her why she would purposefully try to fail.

But that's when I noticed it. The glint in her eyes as he looked at me from the corner of her eye. A captivating gaze, which she would immediately hide, coming back to her reality as I continue to be professional. She tried to convince me that she was trying her best, but she turned up blanks, but I know that to be lies. So I had to be the big man here. She wasn't going to own up to her mistakes. I offered to tutor her personally after class. Help her find her footing. I thought it was the right thing to do. After all if my student's grade went up, it would make me happy.

Let's fast forward another month and she started showing up to my cabin (or even my house sometimes) for her training sessions. It was all going smoothly, but all hell broke loose when she had to witness me and my wife fighting one day. It was not good. I tried to keep a happy face, but she saw right through me. And it seems like she overheard the conversation too. Ever since then, her activities only worsened.

A girl who was always on time for her training sessions up until now, had now started to take her own sweet time. Her clothing sense had changed. It was now more brazen, showing off more skin and to add to the coincidence my wife was never around when she did show up to my house. I saw a slump in her motivation too, often taking breaks and would offer to make me something (like coffee) for my efforts, in my wife's absence. I think it was her attempt to say sorry after overhearing the fight earlier.

Day by day, I was feeling conflicted. My student's affection has made my wife a distant memory, and at the same time it is frustrating me that she isn't doing her best to learn anymore. It was as if it was all a ruse. I started noticing every action, every word, every touch and that would have an effect on me. I felt important again. I felt like I was seen and loved. It pushed me into a moment of weakness, and I snapped.

I bent her over my lap and told her, "I don't think you wanted to learn about getting betting grades," and proceeded to spank her ass hard. "I'm gonna teach you something different."

I asked her to stay put and went away, only to return a moment later with all the required essentials: some cotton rope, a blindfold and a paddle.

First I had her face the wall as I quickly discarded her off her clothes, which was easy considering she didn't have too much clothes on her anyway. I got her on her knees and blindfolded her tightly so that she couldn't see anything. Then, I used the cotton rope to bind her hands together and raised her hands up over her head, tying it to a hook a few metres above her head.

I knelt down in front of her, taking in her scent and the curves of her body, her lips needy and desperate. I cupped her chin in my hand and gave her a needy kiss to prepare her for what's to come. She was so beautiful underneath her clothes, and I just wanted to let myself loose. But I'm but a professor, hence my urge to teach overcame my feral senses.

I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, rubbing my thumb over her nipples, using it like a controller joystick. "Do you know why your nipples perk up like this, babygirl?" I whisper into her ears. "This is what happens when you are horny and desperate. Your blood flows... right here," I say motioning to her nipples, "making them erect." I bend down and suck on her nipples, alternating between both sides while she can only let out a slow moan.

Her moans continue to come out of her mouth as I trail kisses down her pristine body after teaching her about her nipple erection. The blindfold has her anticipating my next move while keeping her intoxicated, surrendering herself completely to my control, as I proceed with my next lesson.

I place my hand on her pussy, its wetness permeating on either side of her thighs. I use the paddle to hit her thighs to make her flinch. I go around her body, imprinting the shape of the paddle at random places of her body to satisfy my own sadistic urges. But she takes it with a smile, and I sense an eagerness from her to learn more. "Do you know what causes this wetness?" I take her own juices onto my fingers and bring it to her mouth for her to suck on. I took some spit on my fingers once she finished sucking my fingers, and rubbed it all over her opening. "You see your vagina, or 'pussy' naturally prepares yourself for a man's cock. It secretes this wetness that can lubricate this precious part, making it easier for me, your professor, to put my cock in."

I lie down on the cold floor, placing my head between her legs and looking up at her juicy parts. I lift my head up, holding on to your thighs as I lick your pussy, tasting your wetness as I go, getting more intoxicated from it. I even insert my fingers into your pussy, feeling how tight it is and how you flinch as a natural response. I slowly introduce a second finger and start moving it up and down, which in turn excites her core. My fingers find her most sensual part, the 'G-spot' located directly above her pelvic bone. The stimulation and the repetitive motion of my fingers drives her towards the edge, and I quickly move away as she squirts, making a mess of the floor below. "This is called squirting honey. You got so turned on from your professor hitting your most sensual spot, that you came undone for me. Look down at the mess you made. Too bad, because you are blindfolded, baby."

Once I made her squirt and she made a mess of the floor, I wanted to make a mess of her face. I ordered her to open her mouth wide, and I immediately unzipped my cock and thrust it inside her throat. Her mouth was so warm, and every thrust felt really good. I kept my hands on her chin and kept guiding her on how best to pleasure me. Whenever I gave pressure on her chin, she would close her mouth around my cock and I would whisper "No teeth. Hold your jaw, roll your tongue, and take my cock deep," into her ears. "Mmm that's it. You are doing so good, keep it up." I kept up with my thrusts as her throat felt so good, I could feel myself towards an orgasm, which I hadn't felt in forever. With one final thrust, all of the pent up cum shot down her throat, and she was stunned. "I hope you like how it tastes. This is my semen. This is what's gonna get you pregnant. Do you want me to show you how that's done? Well I'm sure you do."

(I'm so glad that you like my blog. I also hope you like the above story too. I hope that you do get to experience this one day.)

[writing-whenever-whatever]

Project 0 -he’s more of a monster than you are

Henry creel / 001 x reader 

part 1 part 2. Part 3 part 4

Masterlist

Summary: your brenners daughter born for science when he had a fling with one of his lab technicians. This led to her birth little were they aware  the chemicals they were working with in the lab mutated her cells causing her to get these extremely powerful abilities after this discovery Brenner started the looking to recreate this mutation to create new powerful weaponised children

Warning : Reader is referred to as nought, manipulation, guilt, violence, y/m/n is your middle name, trauma, abuse, injury, lies

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I was born in the early morning of the 13th of October 1950. it was a busy day in the laboratory people were rushed off their feet when my mothers waters broke the power was down during her labours causing chaos as a monstrous storm roared outside of the building this didn’t calm papas stress he was pacing the corridors listening to her screams and cries till the very moment I was delivered. She begged to hold me as a doctor held me rushing me out to papa as I lay there still and silent my face swollen and blue. Once I was placed in doctor Brenner’s arms he ran his hand along my back trying a desperate cry escaped my throat the colour starting to return to my face 

But my cries seemed different to regular baby’s how I hear you ask well papa says my first cry caused every window in the facility to smash this was how he knew he had created something truly special.

Papa separated me from my mother as soon as possible, keeping me in the laboratory in separate secure united to the ones she works. Only he and his most trusted employees were able to visit me sadly that didn’t include mama. 

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9 years later 

I’m a hyper child full of energy, being expected to stay at my papas side at all times seems challenging especially when I would rather run around playing with things I shouldn’t. As the only child in the laboratory it’s not a suitable place for most children but this is where papa had decided to create a play room full of toys and things to play with both to experiment what I’m capable of but also to have a break from me running through the halls bare foot knocking into things and interrupting experiments. 

I’m sat on the floor of the rainbow room playing with some blocks stacking them using my mind staying extremely concentrated and focused laying each block ontop of each other as the door swings open causing me to loose focus and the blocks to crash down to the floor 

I look up at papa as he stands in the door way “ morning nought how are you feeling” he asks stepping further into the room and bending to my level gently wiping the stream of blood that had started to drip from my nose “ I’m ok papa” I smile up at him as he takes my hand pulling me up to my feet, the hospital gown I wear drags across the floor naturally being to big for me, “ I have someone I want you to meet daughter,” he starts to walk to the door guiding me through the halls and the Maze of doors leading me to a small blank room a bed in the corner a young boy sits on the bed his expression confused and dazedly as he rubs his tired eyes “ nought this is one” he starts looking down at me “ he is going to be like your older brother “ I look up at the boy a timid smile on my face as I give him a wave. 

He gives me an animalistic grunt as I step forward trying to introduce myself he rolls  over in the bed trying to ignore what’s happening around him thinking if he ignores it would just go away. Unfortunately this isn’t true you can’t just ignore doctor brenner and his daughter and expect them to disappear. 

“ now now 001 “ brenner tuts quietly taking a seat at the end of his bed pulling me up to sit on his knee “ that is not my name” he grumbles pulling the bed sheets over his head “ it is now” he sighs looking down at the boy as he he lets out a grown finally snapping he raises his hand sending brenner flying across the room yet some how to his amazement I stay in place hovering slightly off the bed cross legged “ yes that’s what I wanted you to see “ brenner shrieks “ see nought he’s like you” I look up at him “ I can see that papa” I mutter quietly my voice barely audible as I look at him a smile on my face “ she’s like me?” One questions finally sitting up more on the bed more intrigued than before

 “ yes she is and that’s why I brought you here 001” he starts to move closer again walking to rest his hand on my shoulder “ she needs guidance “ he adds looking at one “ she has little control over her abilities, she can do things at will but when her emotions get out of hand so do her powers “ he looks down at me “ no they do not” I spit pulling away from him “ don’t embarrass me papa “ I pout “ it’s hard to admit weakness I know” one interrupts looking at me “ I can help you with that” I look up at him with a beaming smile on my face “ I’m not sure I want you helping her I can’t be sure it’s safe” he looks down at me letting out a sigh as I look up at him full of hope “ I’ll give you one chance 001” he looks at him “ that’s it don’t make me regret it” he turns away walking towards the door “ get to know each other, nought sweetheart I’ll just be in my office” I nod smiling more as he leaves the room. 

We sit there for a moment in silence as one fidgets in his seat looking over at me “ so what’s your real name” he asks looking down at me running his hands over the back of each other “ nought is my real name” I look at him “ no surly you have a proper name” I move closer to him “ why what’s your real name “ I rest my hand on top of his as he flinches back slightly glaring at me “ Henry” he mutters “ but he doesn’t like that” he grumbles his eyes moving to the cameras by the door of the room “ papa can be harsh sometimes but you’ll get used to it “ I reassure him as he shakes his head “ don’t call him that” he spits “ but he is my papa “ I look up at him “ really? He did this to his own daughter “ he lets out a low chuckle as he eyes up my shaved head and tattooed wrist  “ wow he is cruel” “ don’t say that” I look at him “ first thing don’t tell me what I should and shouldn’t say” he stares at me his blue eyes glistening with an angry glare “ two look at your self you can’t say this is what you want to be a toy for him to play around with “ I look down “ stop it” I mutter but he continues “ no really you are just a small part of his game he won’t stop till has a fucking army “ “ I SAID STOP” I scream the lights suddenly go out as the light smashes and the electricity through out the facility shuts down as Henry lays back laughing to himself as I pull my knees into my chest “ how pathetic “ he teases “ please stop it” I look at him “ he is babying you to much nought he isn’t your ‘papa’ he is the person who’s imprisoned you here who’s stripped you of your freedom who’s taken you away from your mother from who ever else “ he moves closer to me pulling my face to look at him in the dark “ from now on I will look after you in a way Brenner and the other scientists never could “ he pulls me close holding me as the lights suddenly power back on.

“Have you ever hurt anyone “ he asks me looking down at my innocent face as I sniffle slightly as I nod “ have you killed” he asks again as I sit up more “ yes” I whisper “ it was an accident I lost control” I whine quietly trying to keep myself quite “ I know I know don’t worry I’m not angry at that” he assures me his hand running over my scalp “ it’s good you know how far you can push your abilities you know what you’re capable of but now I want to teach you how to do these things at will” I look up at him slightly confused “ but I don’t want to hurt anyone” he tuts quietly “ I know but you need to learn to protect yourself nought, how long have you been here” he asks his face softening slightly as he changes the subject “ since birth I was born here” he seems to pity me as I haven’t had the chance to live only knowing the inside of the lab for the whole time I’ve been alive “ poor girl “ he coos looking at me “ and how many times have you been hurt” he asks more pushing into me more as I close my eyes tears starting to fill them “ I don’t like these questions “ I look at him “ you’re gonna get us in trouble asking me hear things I’m not allowed to talk about it” I let out a small sob he can some what read from my response that I’ve been through a lot already “ it’s ok, I want to teach you how to prevent these things nought to teach you to be strong and powerful and be the person you were made to be” he pulls me to he’s chest his chin resting atop of my head as he places a gentle kiss on it “ can you do that for me” he asks I nod timidly as a smile spreads across his face “ there’s my good girl” he holds me close to him telling me all his secrets for the rest of the evening.

Over the next few weeks one teaches me lots of things that papa would probably not not want me to know. As me and one are sat  in the rainbow room a static noise playing through the speakers I sit in the center of the room my eyes rolled back as I entered the mental void one stood opposite me in the darkness talking me through what I should be focusing on suddenly he hears brenners voice speaking through the speakers as he talks to a group of scientists 

“ nought and one seem to be getting along well she hasn’t had an episode since his arrival and his overall behaviour had improved “ brenner states his voice beaming with pride of his influence making one scoff “ I think they’re ready for more testing to start soon doctor Brenner they’ve had a long break since the last load and we need to catch up with our research we can’t with hold this much longer” a female scientist states “ agreed soon we will go back to normal but for now give them a break” brenner adds as he steps forward.

Suddenly a crashing sound smashes through the speakers and a desperate woman is heard screaming “ MARTIN PLEASE LET ME SEE OUR DAUGHTER “ she sobs desperately her voice cracking in despair “ doctor Stephane that’s enough you’re delusional “ Brenner turns to her walking towards her “ our daughter passed away my love” he rests his hand on her cheek “ you look tired you need rest” his voice softens and one’s face twists in horror as he watch’s my body start to tremmer and twitch “ mama” my voice comes through the speaker as my nose starting to bleed ind steps forward shaking me out of the void pulling me back to reality a loud scream crackled through the speakers brings me back through. 

“ you see he lies nought” he rests his hand on my shoulder as he sees tears drip down my cheeks “ I thought mama was dead” I mutter “ who told you that” he asks looking down at me “ he did” I stutter slightly as he nods the doors to the rainbow room open two guards walk in standing by the door I turn my head as they start to approach us “ no” I lift my hand sending them both flying back through the doors into the far wall with a loud crack “ very good” one whispers in my ear as I fall back into him my body falling weak “ it’s ok you’ll grow stronger” he reassures me holding me in his arms as he gently wipes my bloody nose keeping me closer to him as brenner storms through the doors 

“ Nought y/m/n Brenner I didn’t expect this from you” he glares down at me disappointedly as I gulp holding onto one’s arm tightly “ they tried to attack her she was only protecting herself “ he defends me stepping in looking at Brenner “ they are my employees 001 they would do no such thing” he glares down at us  “ it’s true papa they did “ I look at him innocently “ you’ve done nothing like that before nought I do not expect that now” he snaps pointing to the bloody mess in the hall “ yes papa” I mutter” and you 001 i expected you to prevent this not cause it to get worse” he snaps turning to one as he bows his head “ yes sir” he sighs looking down at me giving me a little wink while Brenner isn’t noticing “ now stay in here you two till I have someone come to retrieve you do you understand “ we both nod as he turns to stare at the mess we’ve made letting out a sigh “ god knows how my daughter my own flesh and blood turned out like this” he mutters as he storms out I look at one “ he thinks I’m a monster” I whisper to him as he shakes his head “ he’s more of a monster than you are sweetheart “ he looks down at me “ trust me he has more blood on his hands” I sit back down in the floor letting out a sigh “ one day something will come back to haunt him” I look at one “ what do you mean” he sits next to me “ I’m not sure yet, but when it happens we’ll know”. 

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A few days pass and I’m sat in one of the testing room hooked up to many machines that beep and buzz constantly making random noise that are extremely distracting “ nought I want you to show me what you can do “ brenner asks looking down at me as I roll my eyes back into my head trying to focus on the machines buzz as I enter the void “ what can you see nought” he asks his voice dripping with venomous excitement “ a woman “ I mutter as I step forward towards the hunched over woman on the floor “ she’s crying “ I twitch slightly as I move close to her as she turns round I see her face it’s mama her face more beaten and bruised her body mutated from injury “ mama?” I whisper letting out a sudden scream as everything disappears from around me I can’t help but sob as Brenner pulls me back to reality watching my brain waves and my heart rate spike on the machines he looks at me as I come back with a scream the walls crack slightly as he rests his hand on my shoulder “ shhh nought you’re ok” he whispers trying to comfort me but I pull away shaking my head “ no don’t touch me what did you do to her” I spit pulling off the monitors that are stuck to me “. To who” “ to mama” I sob now stood up pacing back and forth “ nought I told you mama died in child birth “ I shake my head “ lies” I weep “ I just saw her” I pull away from him completely “no you didn’t nought” he walks closer to me “ LIES” I scream moving my hand upwards sending Brenner flying up against the wall “ nought calm down” his voice cracks as if he struggles to breath as I hold him up there my grip growing stronger and stronger till suddenly I collapse passing out, completely loosing consciousness. 

When I wake up I’m back in my room laying in bed blood still dripping down my chin I can here voices outside the door “ this is getting out of hand Brenner we can’t have this keep happening “ the voice is panicked and rushed “ what do you want me to do she is my daughter “ he responds pushing the scientist back “ it won’t happen again I know it won’t” he assures them before walking into my room kneeling next to the bed his hand running over my scalp “ nought you can’t do things like that” he sighs his voice low “ you’re putting our work at risk” he looks at me “ do you understand “ he asks I sit there in silence refusing to talk to him “ fine I get it you’re overwhelmed but you can’t hold that against me “ he stands back up “ get some sleep sweet girl come to me when you’ve calmed down “ he turns and leaves, leaving me in a dark room alone. 

As I lay there holding myself I hear the door creak open as 001 walks in moving to lay next to me he holds me in his arms cuddling me “ you did incredibly today “ he kisses my cheek “ I saw her again” I whisper to him looking back at him “ he hurt mama “ he sighs looking down at me “ I know” he mutters looking down at me his arms tightening around me “ but that’s what he does nought he hurts people and there are no consequences for it” he looks at me “ i know “ i look at him “ thank you” i smile slightly “ for what “ he asks confused “ for showing me the truth “ i nuzzle into his arms letting him hold me close to his chest his heart beat thrumming into my ears soothing my anxieties and fears for the rest of the night.  

[hoeforhao]

Dolled Up In Cherry Haze || C.S.C Oneshot ||

🍒 pairing: bestfriend!seungcheol × fem!reader

🍒 warnings: smut with absolutely zero plot, minors dni, teasing in a public area, slight breast play, seungcheol is a meany tease here, tell me if i missed anything

🍒 word count: 0.9k

🍒 author's note: am finally back with a smut after ages with my hormones literally jumping out of the roof rn♡

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"Can you twirl around a bit for me,doll?" seungcheol pesters; his face plastered with the evilest smirk as he takes in the breathtaking view of his half naked best friend.

"Don't you wanna show your bestie how the red embraces each and every corner of your body! Hmm?" another nasty chuckle leaves his lips as he takes forward his pleasure torture with "so that he can help you be all dolled up to fuck your crush tonight...or..."

You had absolutely no idea 'bout how you ended up in this situation ; being half naked in the trial room, with only a lacey cherry red lingerie barely covering your cherished areas while your bestfriend seungcheol keeps his eyes fixed onto you, leaning onto the mirror of the room all this while.

All you remember was asking cheol to accompany you to your favorite lingerie store while you picked up the steamiest one to put on later at night - for your date with the guy you've been gushing about 24/7 to him.

"Don't make me repeat myself princess or who knows in how many shreds these pieces of sheer lace will end up...on the floor" cheol's voice sounds stern, trying to mask up the hormones rushing through his crotch at your sight.

"B-but you're my b-bestfriend cherry, it's embarrassing for me" what you actually wanted to say was that it was embarrassing for you to stain the brand new panties even before you've paid for them...even before being able to wear them for the actual purpose!!! Instead you were here on the verge of dripping like a fall onto the mall floor. Reason? Seungcheol's eyes glaring on your half bare body.

"Let me make it easy for you then. What would be more embarrassing - twirling around for me like a good lil princess or screaming my name out loud in the midst of a shopping centre, as I tear of every single thread of this lingerie from your skin, with my TEETH?!"

This man will now surely be the death of you. You close you eyes shut as you slowly twirl around, giving the best erotic show to seungcheol....'til your movement gets hauled by a sudden pair of hands.

"Aren't you such a dirty little slut, getting up all dressed in such scandalous pieces, hardly covering your perked up nipples and dripping cunt" by the time cheol was halfway through his sentence, your eyes were shut tight...from embarrassment? No! From the electrifying waves of pleasure traveling down from the tip of your mounds to the void of your womb; caused by none other than seungcheol's wet lips on your exposed neck.

"That too infront of your bestfriend? Such a desperate whore for being touched aren't you!!" cheol's lips vibrate against your neck as his hands gradually move to cup your breasts into his palms. "But i kinda feel bad for that little nerdy date of your tonight tho."

"W-why so?" you can't even form full words without stuttering like a two year old. What has seungcheol's touch even done to your needy body.

"This is why, my love" these are quite literally the last words that leave his mouth as well as the last ones that get to your head, as seungcheol grips your waist tight and in a swirl of a second turns you towards the mirror, while he's standing pressed up to your back.

"Open your eyes dove and witness the art I'm about to chalk out onto your skin." Not even a second of such a leg shaking remark from seungcheol and he's already biting down onto your neck like a wolf who was waiting for ages to devour the flesh of his mate.

"Do you think that silly crush of yours would even stay at the date after seeing how someone has already marked you, hmm?" a ripple of pleasurable pain runs down your back as cheol whispers these exact words into your skin, teeth still beastly grazing against your entire shoulder.

"F-fuck cheol am completely drenched.. p-pls help me" shocked at your own choice of words, you desperately beg for a climax.

"Not so fast princess. Needy whores need some extra care." the last of seungcheol's kisses paints your body as he withdraws his lips from you.

"Put on your clothes quick and come out. I'll be at the counter" he places one last kiss on your boobs while parting aside the curtain to leave the room. "Oh and don't even think about removing that set. I don't think you would want the entire shop to know how wet you're for your bestfriend"

"What have you done to me Choi Seungcheol. Got me all dizzy and heated up just to leave my core throbbing so bad for your touch huh!" these are the only thoughts that kept circling your palldium as you zipped up your dress and made your way out, body now intoxicated by his cherry haze.

"Let's go darling!! Can't wait to get home baby, right?" a strong pair of bulked up sweaty arms wrap around your waist, with three large shopping bags in his hand.

"DID YOU BUY THE ENTIRE STORE OR WOTT CHOI SEUNGCHEOL??"

"Nah love. Just every existing pair of that red lace embracing your sweet soft skin under the innocent flower dress of yours....one for every night" a wink from cheol is what it takes for your insides to start betraying you; AGAIN!

[birdie-in-arcadia]

All In

CHAPTER FIVE — THE TENSION BETWEEN NOTES  (My Point of View) 

The rain has faded by the time Vessel arrives. It’s late, later than our usual meetups. He doesn’t seem to mind. I’d texted on a whim, something about a record I thought he might like and how I’d rather not listen to it alone. He showed up fifteen minutes later. 

Now he sits on the floor of my room, long legs crossed, back resting against the foot of my bed. His coat is slung over the chair by my desk. He’s in a black Alpha Wolf hoodie and worn joggers; the sleeves pulled halfway over his hands. A single silver ring on his pointer finger catches the lamplight as he lifts the record sleeve, inspecting it like it’s a sacred text. 

“You weren’t kidding,” he says, turning the cover toward me. “You really do collect the good stuff.” I smile from my spot on the bed, knees drawn up beneath me. “You haven’t even heard it yet.” “I don’t need to.” He places the vinyl on the turntable. It crackles softly as the needle lands, and then the music begins; slow, moody piano layered with ambient textures that rise like steam. 

We don’t talk for a while. The record turns, the room warms, the city outside drifts further away. I tuck my knees to my chest and rest my chin on them, hoodie sleeves tucked into my fists. The soft glow from my desk lamp stretches across the rug and catches the profile of his face. His eyelashes cast shadows against his cheekbone, jawline softened. He’s not speaking, but I’ve learned that his silences are never empty. 

The record drifts into a melancholic swell, and something in me folds a little. “I used to play this on loop,” I murmur. “Before I moved. It made the leaving feel… allowed.” He glances back at me. “You associate music with moments?” he asks incredulously. “Don’t you?” He tilts his head, thinking. “Sometimes, with people and places alike.” he laments. “And what does this make you think of?” I implore. He’s quiet for a second too long. Then, “Still figuring that out.” 

The record ends with a soft click. I get up to flip it over, passing behind him as he sits on the rug. When I return to the bed, I notice his gaze trailing across the corner of my room, where my N64 rests beneath my bookshelf, plugged into my TV. “Is that-” he begins, pointing. I laugh. “It still works, believe it or not.” He looks back at me. “What games do you have?” “Mostly nostalgic ones; The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Super Smash Bros, a few others I can’t seem to part with.” He stands, smooth and quiet, and crouches beside the TV. “Can I?” “Of course,” I say. 

The console powers on with a soft buzz. He scrolls through the menu, fingers moving with the kind of familiarity that comes from muscle memory. “Zelda,” he says, selecting it. “Always Zelda.” I lower myself onto the floor beside him, close enough to feel the warmth of his shoulder but not quite touching. He holds the controller delicately, like it’s a relic, and begins to play. “I used to get lost for hours in this,” he says. “Did you ever finish it?” I ask. “A few times. I wanted to try out different endings.” There’s something wistful in his tone, so I don’t press. 

We watch the story unfold pixel by pixel. He plays slowly, not rushing through anything. I watch the way his fingers move across the buttons, the way he leans forward slightly in concentration. He doesn’t fill the quiet with chatter, but he smiles when I laugh at the dialogue. He listens when I point out tiny details, nodding like they matter. 

I lean back on my palms, resisting the urge to let my arm brush his. We sit that way for a long time, soft music still spilling from the record, warm lamplight cocooning us. Rain occasionally tickling the window glass. At one point, he pauses the game and shifts slightly toward me. 

“This feels familiar,” he says. I blink. “What does?” “This,” he repeats, gesturing vaguely. “You, me, the music, the game.” I study him. “Is that a good thing?” He nods once. “It feels natural. Like I’m in my element.” My breath catches. Neither of us looks away. I want to lean into him. Want to rest my head on his shoulder, to close the space between us and feel something steadier than this silence we keep dancing around. But I don’t. Because maybe he doesn’t want that. Maybe I’m misreading. Instead, I wrap my arms around my knees again and tuck my chin there. He presses start, and the game continues. 

He stays until the record ends a second time. Then, gently, turns off the console, places the controller on the dresser next to my TV, and stands. I follow, walking him to the door. He lingers on the threshold. “I had a good time,” he says. “Me too.” There’s a pause. “I hope I didn’t overstay.” he says nervously. “You didn’t.” He hesitates. Then gives me a small, quiet smile. “I’ll see you soon?” I nod. “Yeah. You will.” And when the door clicks shut behind him, I don’t feel alone. I just feel like I’m waiting for the next message from him. 

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[violetmuses]

Roman Reigns + Correspondent!Reader 💫

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Author's Note: Hi! Here's another request. Thank you so much for reading my work. - V. 💜

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2024

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” Working around the tunnel, one smooth voice reached your attention this morning and you looked over to see Roman stand near his private room.

“Make it quick. I'm busy…” Your heels clicked, but Roman nearly spun you around to close the door.

______

“I missed you. Had to wake up by myself this morning.” After locking down entry, Roman dwindled space for both paths and smiled against your lips, chuckling.

“I missed you too, but…” You tried moving away, but lovely kisses stopped your words.

“You're so pretty. Look.” Turning your body, Roman faced this mirror and lifted your chin using calloused yet gentle fingers. “See that?”

“What do you want?” Despite leaning against him, you played games.

“Too busy?” His Southern accent teased while Ro started loosening your clothes.

Glancing down, you realized that this man slowly unfastened your shirt and left the bra exposed, giving one peek to that mirror while kisses warmed your neck.

You can't think straight, especially when his front meets your ass to veil the clothed erection. Even those large palms would circle your breasts.

“Baby…” You ignored so many names and leaned against him once more just to stop your knees from buckling.

Just when your husband considered taking off sweatpants, someone rattled the doorknob and began knocking.

Shit!

“Open the door.” Jimmy and Jey Uso started fooling around.

“Hold on.” Fighting the urge to kiss you again, Roman nearly scrambled to help with your clothes.

Gathering essentials, you “tried” to look busy while staying in this room, but Jimmy caught everything.

“Ooh!” Jimmy covered his mouth first before Jey noticed what happened.

“What?” Jey turned the corner and gasped upon realization. “Oh, damn! Uh, you missed a few buttons.”

“Fuck.” Looking down, you realized the mistake of dressing quickly and turned away from your brothers, trying to look presentable. “Well, see you later.”

Given no other choice, you pulled yourself together and left the room without even saying goodbye.

Dramatic as you leave, Roman used his back-end strength just to slide down this rear wall and laid out on his back, watching that fluorescent ceiling.

“What's wrong with you?” Humored, Jimmy almost knelt in return.

“She's perfect.” Roman's Southern accent pulled forward again.

Good God! Roman thought.

*****

Sometime later, you woke up on the road and rushed away from bed, immediately vomiting in bathroom.

“I'm here. That sounded rough. You okay?” Ro's voice offered kindness as dim lights helped your situation.

“Yeah. I probably ate too fast or something tonight.” Calming down, you tried to settle whatever prompted sickness.

“All right.” Roman eased once more. “I bought a thermometer and our First-Aid kit just in case, though.”

“Thank you.” You nodded, feeling more exhausted than beforehand.

“We'll go back to sleep.” Ro just pointed backward for amoment. "If it happens again, I'm calling for help.”

“I'm fine, don't worry. We have work to do.” You're stubborn this time.

“Sweetheart?” Roman lifted his brow and crossed both tattooed arms.

“I'm fine.” You repeated this sentence and went back to sleep, keeping water by the nightstand.

Just like me.

*******

“What happened?” Wrestler Naomi picked up trouble.

Soon enough, you ended up feeling sick again and hid in the tunnel's bathroom space.

“I'm fine.” Calling to Naomi, you flushed the toilet and thoroughly washed both hands, checking the mirror as exhaustion would lined your face again.

“Uh-uh.” Dressed in some classic neon wardrobe to kick ass on screen, Naomi quickly shook her head while facing you. “That's just counting number 2. Don't lie.”

“Food poisoning?” You pulled emotions together once more.

“Can't be.” Naomi refused. “I'm definitely telling Roman.”

“No!” You gritted. “The show starts soon.”

"Stay aware. If anything goes wrong, come find us.” Naomi promised.

Nodding by your friend, you understood the emergency plan and headed out, ready to work.

*****

Everything jumbled out of nowhere during one of the first segments.

You fainted while observing Roman and quietly laughing over your brothers. The production team hurried, but Ro, Jimmy and Jey yelled for privacy.

“Stop filming!”

“Don't touch my sister, man!”

You only “remember” how Roman carried you out of that building.

******

You were pregnant.

Reality grounded everyone as the ultrasound beeped when your senses brightened once more.

“That's crazy.” Almost laughing, Jey watched imagery with professionals and Jimmy teared up from silent happiness in the corner.

Chairing your bedside, Roman just turned his head down and dodged feelings in public.

“Get out.” Roman stood from his place and warned both cousins.

“What? No.” Jimmy scrunched up his face in response.

“Hey, Jim. Not now.” Jey would signal their problems again. “Let's go. I found the vending machine anyway.”

______

“Why didn't you tell me this time?” Roman pulled the question once medical staff turned away.

“Y'all got enough problems to deal with. Even if I left, the show would keep moving.” You sat in bed to keep answering.

“We've talked about everything. You think I'll just wear this ring to look good?” Roman lifted his wedding ring on purpose. “I'd make anything happen for you.”

“I know, but…” You struggled.

“I love you, but lyin’ to me will never work.” Ro grounded the truth.

“Of course. I'm sorry.” Tears reached your face as Roman kissed your forehead.

“I forgive you. Ready?” Roman finally smiled toward the monitor.

“Always.” No matter what happens, you'll join parenthood with your best friend.

‘Princess’ Anoa'i would arrive soon.

[femalestyles]

stunt (h.s.)

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TW: alcohol, drugs

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16: multicity, usa

The past week and a half had me on the edge of exhaustion. I was barely holding onto my job while trying to keep the chaos Harry was wreaking under control. Every day, it felt like I was fighting a new fire, paying off tabloid after tabloid, trying to make the messes go away. I pulled every string I could, calling in favors from everyone, but no matter how much I did, the damage seemed to multiply. It was as if Harry had gone on a full-blown rampage, determined to tear apart not only his own reputation but mine as well. Public intoxication. Lewd behavior. Performances so sloppy, it was obvious he was under the influence. 

It had been nearly two weeks since that day we kissed, and in the time since, he had spent over half of it tormenting me. It was funny actually; for how bold he was to act this obnoxious, he lacked the courage to face me directly. Every time I tried to approach him, to sit down and have an adult conversation about what was going on, he somehow managed to dodge me. Meanwhile, I’d get a call hours later, always about some new mess I had to clean up.

The pattern seemed endless. After the debacle in Boston, the cycle began again in Cincinnati. 

Austin, Niall, Louis, Zayn and Harper and I were in a back room before the concert, messing around.  Spirits were high, the way they always were before a show, but I couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in my bones.

“No!” Niall exclaims, his pitch raising with his excitement. He leans forward from the couch, practically raising from his seat. “He definitely said that to me, not you. You’re full of shit!” He and Louis were locked in a dramatic retelling of some night with John Mayer, both claiming he’d called their voice “pure soul.”

“Nah, mate,” Louis shook his head as Zayn snorted beside him. Harper and I smiled at each other, rolling our eyes at how stupid this argument was. “You’re delusional,” Louis laughs.

A pillow goes flying across the room as Niall launches himself off the couch, onto Louis sitting across from him. We’re all laughing as Niall jokingly beats on him, Louis throwing his arms up in defense.

“Oi!” Louis yells, struggling to catch his breath as he laughs. “Truce!” Niall kept going, grinning like a little boy as he held Louis by the collar of his shirt. He leans forward, pressing an audible sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“You’re forgiven,” Niall says cheekily.

“Wings!” Charlie’s voice cuts through the comradery as he pokes his head through the door, shaking his head at Niall and Louis. I pull my lip between my teeth to keep from giggling as they all get up, shoving each other like toddlers on the playground.

Charlie hangs back, furrowing his eyebrows as he does a head count. “Where’s Harry?” He asks me, raising an eyebrow. 

That seems to be everyone’s favorite question nowadays. 

With a shrug, I look between him and Harper. “How am I supposed to know?” I ask, not moving from my spot on the armchair. 

“Well, go find him. Now.” Charlie’s tone was sharp with urgency as he storms off, throwing his clipboard up in frustration. 

Lets get one thing clear—I’m a publicist, not a fucking babysitter. I don’t understand where everyone got the impression that I would know where he was at all times. 

Harper and I both look at each other as the door slams shut, a loud groan leaving my lips. I throw my head back, allowing myself a minute of despair before I stand up again. She smiles sadly, pushing up from the couch. While the others thought this was just one of Harry’s typical benders, Harper knew better. Whether either of us said it aloud, we both knew his behavior was a result of everything between him and I.

“I’ll check the north end, you check the south,” Harper instructs, and I want to hug her for being the angel that she is. Before I can voice my gratitude, she bounds off down the hall and turns the corner. 

Following her lead, I take off in the opposite direction. I push past people in a rush, flinging doors open without a second thought. Each door I check seems to lead to nowhere, and the feeling of panic is only rising by the second. The beginning of an instrumental indicates that I’m running out of time. I push through more doors, one after another, frustration building as none of them reveal the one person I was searching for. 

Finally, I reach the main dressing room, the hub for all the wardrobe decisions, and the only place left where he could be hiding. There was no time to knock. I didn’t care about anyone’s privacy in that moment. I threw the door open without hesitation.

The door swung open and I suddenly wish I hadn’t gone looking for him at all.

There, on the couch, was Lisa, one of the stylists. Straddling Harry.

They were fully clothed, save for the pale pink shirt tossed carelessly on the floor, crumpled. Her bare back was arched, spine catching the light, as she leaned into him, their mouths tangled in something feral. His large hands were on her waist, fingers splayed wide and I hated the way I could feel them on my own skin. I caught the flicker of his tongue as he dragged it across her jaw, then lower to the curve of her throat.

That’s when he saw me.

His eyes lifted, lazily landing on mine without so much as a twitch. No guilt. Just smug detachment, like I was nothing more than an interruption. A door left open.

I should’ve looked away. Should’ve said nothing and walked off like none of this mattered. I’d had my chance—I blew him off, told myself it wasn’t the right time, the right thing. But seeing them like that, tangled in the heat of the moment with her, a sick twist of something bitter unfurled in my chest. My heart squeezed, tight and ugly, the metaphorical knife twisting in slow, practiced circles. I hated how much it hurt.

Lisa hadn’t noticed me yet. Her breathy moan bounces off the walls, shattering the trance I was locked in.

I clear my throat, lips zipped in a tight line as I stand in the doorway.

She jerks upright like she's been struck by lightning, head whipping over her shoulder to find me standing there. “Shit,” she gasps, scrambling off of him with a mess of flailing limbs and flushed cheeks. She grabs for her shirt, yanking it on inside-out in her rush, fumbling with the buttons as she races to the door. She didn’t meet my eyes, just ducked her head and bolted past me down the hall.

I didn’t move. My arms were crossed tight against my chest, nails biting into my skin through the fabric of my blouse. Despite the hurt and humiliation vibrating through me, I will my face to remain neutral. Annoyed even, as if this was just a minor inconvenience.

Harry stands slowly, like he has all the time in the world. He stretches, arms overhead, spine cracking like he’d just woken up from a nap. 

“You were supposed to be on stage five minutes ago,” I snap, mentally cursing the waver in my voice. The tremor in my voice wasn’t lost on him, his smirk growing wider.

This was exactly what he wanted. Me finding him like this. Me knowing it hadn’t meant anything to him. He wanted to show me he wasn’t waiting around anymore, wasn’t sitting in his feelings. I’d hurt him—and now he was hurting me. And I hated that it was working.

He gave a slow shrug. “Got carried away.”

I scoff, a bitter little breath that barely disguises the way my throat is tightening. My jaw clenches so tightly it aches. I turn slightly, just enough to put distance between us.

“Yeah, I could see that,” I mutter under my breath, though I didn’t care if heard me.

He steps forward, closing the gap between us in two unhurried strides. I could feel the heat radiating off him, still pulsing from whatever he'd just been doing. He stops barely a foot away, his hands reaching up and gripping the doorframe as he leans over me.

Then he ducks his head, slowly, deliberately, until his face is inches from mine. His breath is warm against my skin, heavy with the scent of wintermint gum. The familiar scent of cedar envelopes me and I hold my breath.

“What, Cooper?” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, almost a purr. “Are you jealous?”

Yes.

It takes every shred of self-control not to show it. Not to flinch. Not to let my mouth quiver or my eyes gloss over with whatever the hell this emotion was. I swallow it all, force my features into a mask of disgust.

“Hurry up.” I turn on my heel, not saying another word as I hurry down the hall. The sound of the bass begins to reverberate as my boots hit the hallway floor. I don’t look back.

Behind me, a deep chuckle echoes down the hallway, resounding in my mind long after I turn the corner.

By the time we got to Roanoke for the interview, I was done with his games.

So what if we kissed? That didn’t give him the right to act like a child who didn’t get his way. Even if it was the only kiss that had ever made me feel alive. I’d dealt with a lot of bullshit in my life—Harry Styles would not be the thing that broke me.

Sitting backstage, we were going over the questions the interviewer had sent in advance. 

“After the last interview,” I started, my mind flashing back to a few weeks back in Providence. The boys are all sitting around, sharing uncomfortable glances at the memory. “Management wants to make sure we rehearse questions and answers in advance.”

Niall chuckles, breaking the awkward tension. “Wait, we can’t talk in graphic detail about our sex lives?” A laugh erupts around the room, even earning a smile from me. 

The moment is cut short when Harry decides to deign us with his presence, strolling in the room.

Ripped black jeans clung to his legs, scrunched at the bottom around a pair of brown leather boots. His burgundy flannel was halfway undone, a silver chain adorning his neck. Unruly, brown curls stuck out in all different directions, tendrils curling at the base of his neck. Despite the fact that we were inside, a pair of black sunglasses sat on his nose.

As he sunk into the couch beside Zayn, an unmistakable smell wafted through the room. The distinct smell of marijuana clung to his clothes. Pushing his sunglasses up, his eyes met mine, and I saw it immediately. Red-rimmed, glassy. He was high—and he wanted me to know it. 

Niall shot him a look, mumbling under his breath, “Mate…” We all had been tiptoeing around his recent behavior, worried about sending him into a spiral. Of course, the boys had been dealing with it a lot longer than I had, and they were used to it at this point. They waved it off, saying he just needed to get it out of his system. 

I say nothing at first. My nails dig into my palm as I watch Harry lounge into the cushion without a care in the world. He glances around at the group, failing to understand why we had all gone silent. 

I wasn’t a prude. I didn’t care if they smoked backstage or after the show. Most of the time, when they were on stage, nobody was close enough to see the way their eyes glazed over, or smell the weed on their breath. An interview, on camera, up close; that was entirely different. 

This was something I couldn’t cover up.

I draw in a slow breath through my nose. Then I speak, my voice low, controlled.

“Everyone get out.”

There was no hesitation. Not even a question. Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Austin all scramble out, mumbling under their breath as they make their exits. The tension was thick enough to chew. No one mistook my tone for anything less than lethal.

Harry stays.

I don’t look at him as I cross the room, kneeling beside the duffle bag I’d shoved in the corner earlier that morning. My fingers rifle through chargers, papers, makeup kits, snack wrappers until I find what I need—a small bottle of eye drops.

I stand, alarmingly calm, walking back toward him like a predator circling her prey. If he wasn’t scared yet, he should be.

Harry is still slouched on the couch, arms sprawled out, eyes hooded and lips curled into a smug grin. He thought this was funny, thought he had the upper hand. He had another thing coming.

Without a word, I step in front of him, leaning down close. A sweet smile curls on my lips at the way his throat catches when he gets a whiff of my perfume. He sits up a little straighter, grin faltering. Slowly, I slide my hand into his curls, gripping them tightly at the roots. Satisfaction grows in my gut as he swallows hard, eyes scanning my face. 

He’s too slow to realize what’s happening as I yank his head back by the hand anchored in his hair.

A grunt of pain leaves his mouth as his neck snaps upward, eyes wide now.

“What the fuc—”

“Do not,” I growl, cutting him off with a sharp voice. My grip is unrelenting as I hold the eyedrops up, just out of his view, and lean in closer. My voice drops lower. “Fuck with me.”

His pupils dart between my eyes, trying to gauge just how far I was willing to go. He groans quietly, entire body stilling with my close proximity.

I hate that even though I’m infuriated with him, all I can think about is smashing my lips against his. His hair feels so soft between my fingers, imagine how it would feel to pull…Stop that, Juliet. Stay strong.

I tilt the bottle over him, hand still fisted in his hair, and delicately squeeze two drops into each eye with practiced care. Then, as if I hadn’t pulled hard enough to take a few strands of hair with me, I gently let go. 

He sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes, no longer smiling.

I don’t waste any time. I turn my back, drop the eyedrops into the bag, and zip it back up. When I turn back towards him, my voice is void of all emotion.

“When the camera rolls, you say nothing unless they ask you a direct question. One or two words, max. Don’t look at the lens too long. Smile if it’s easy. If not, don’t force it.”

I pause when I reached the door, narrowing my eyes as I look over my shoulder. “I’m telling you now, Harry. Cut this shit out or I will make your life so much harder.”

I walk out before he can say a word, letting the door click shut behind me.

❀

I should’ve known better.

There’s one thing that fuels Harry Styles more than anything else, and that’s a challenge. I should’ve known better than to think I could threaten him into behaving. If it was that easy, I would have been out of a job a long time ago.

Up until now, I’ve been able to keep most of his escapades under wraps. Of course, the rumor mill is always turning, but there’s only so much one girl could do. Still, somehow, in Raleigh, he finds a new way to blindside me.

I’m practically floating as I stumble back into my hotel room, the buzz of wine and laughter still humming in my chest. Dinner and drinks with Harper had been the perfect reprieve, a rare night that left me grateful for our growing friendship.

I dig out my comfiest pajama shorts and the oversized sleep shirt I’ve worn enough times to stretch out the collar. Shedding my dinner clothes, I collapse into the Egyptian cotton sheets with a happy sigh. The wine has blurred the world’s sharp edges, and everything feels soft. 

God, I love wine. And these sheets.

Tucking my feet under me, I curl into the bed, remote in hand. Channel surfing leads me to some low-budget Lifetime drama that’ll do just fine for tonight’s entertainment. With a content sigh, I check my phone one last time before plugging it in for the night.

A notification from Harper makes my stomach drop.

uhhhhhhh

did u see harry’s tweets???

Shit.

I quickly exit out of our messages, searching for the Twitter app. It feels like it’s taking longer than normal to load as I tap hurriedly at the screen. When Harry’s page finally loads, I feel the blood drain from my face.

Two minutes ago.

@ Harry_Styles: Fuck the SCOTUS #herbodyherchoice

I refresh the page, a new tweet uploading.

@ Harry_Styles: If you think banning abortion is about ‘saving lives’ and not about controlling women, congratulations, you’re a fucking idiot.

My eyes widen as I keep consistently refresh. Nothing new. Yet.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I mumble to the empty room. I log into his account—because, did I mention I have access to all their socials? Perks of the job.

The tweets are already blowing up. Most of the comments are from adoring fans, supporting Harry’s sentiments. I quickly delete them, refreshing to confirm that they were scrubbed off his page. 

While I don’t necessarily disagree with his opinions, management would blow a gasket if Harry started making crazy political statements, no matter which side of the spectrum they landed. After all the work I had put in, I wasn’t going to let a couple tweets take me down.

I hadn’t even set my phone down before it dings with a message notification. 

H: Are you deleting my tweets?

Is he serious?

I roll my eyes, quickly texting a reply.

J: You can’t cuss out the American government on Twitter, Harry.

H: Says who?

J: Me. Stop tweeting.

H: You can’t silence me. 

As if taunting me, a Twitter notification drops across the top of my screen. People are liking my tweet. 

Not my tweet, Harry’s tweet from his account that I was logged into.

@ Harry_Styles: Speak the fuck up!!

I delete it in seconds. 

J: I’m all for social justice, but if you tweet one more time, I’m going to delete your account.

H: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/censorship

J: …

J: Did you just send me the definition of censorship?

I exit our message thread, checking Twitter to see if he had tweeted anything else. I frown when the log in page pops up, quickly typing in Harry’s log on info. 

Wrong password!

Huh? 

I double check my spelling, confirming I had the correct password before I hit next.

Wrong password! 

That little fucker.

J: Did you change your Twitter password?

H: …

J: Harry.

The three dots disappear, the phone going radio silent for a full minute.

J: HARRY

Nothing.

Groaning, I swing my legs out of bed and immediately regret it. The room tilts. I steady myself against the wall, letting everything stop spinning before I open the door.

I compose a message to Harper before I leave my room.

I’m actually going to kill him

I place one hand on the wall, using it as a guide as I make my way to his room.

My fist bangs against Harry’s door three times, crossing my arms as I waited. The door swings open immediately, like he knew I would come to him.

Harry stands there, smirking. 

He’s shirtless, a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist. Of course I’d seen him shirtless before, countless times, but this was different. Now I knew what it felt like to have my hands on his waist, to have those lips pressed against mine. The way his hands feel when they’re cupping my face…

Focus, Juliet. 

“Give me your phone,” I demand shakily, sticking my hand out. 

I hope he doesn’t catch the way my words slur together, but from the way he is looking at me, he definitely does. 

His grin grows as he watches me sway, fishing his phone out of his sweatpants pocket. My eyes follow his hand, catching on the v shape indentation of his lower abdomen.

“Hi, Cooper,” he greets, tearing my gaze upwards. He holds the phone between us, not quite setting it in my hand.

I don’t bother greeting him back, curling my fingers in impatience. With a chuckle, he unlocks his phone, logs into Twitter, and finally hands it over. His fingers brush mine, and my skin burns at the contact. I quickly confirm that he hasn’t posted anything new before thrusting it back at him. I’m careful not to let our hands touch this time.

“What’s your new password?”

“Harryisasexgod.” 

My face flames.

“Be serious.”

“I am.”

Dimples on full display, he shrugs. He’s only a few feet away, and I pray he can’t smell the alcohol on my breath. I press my lips together, slowing my breathing. When I don’t respond, he speaks again.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Find out what?

My stomach does a somersault. I break eye contact, looking down the hall to recollect myself before I look back at him. With my arms crossed over my chest, I gently press my fingertips into my ribcage, grounding myself. 

I haven’t drank anything else since dinner, yet I felt dizziest right now.

I don’t move, scared my body is going to betray me.

Harry senses my apprehension, leaning forward slightly. I stop breathing altogether as he dips down, his lips only inches away from my cheek. His hand drops between us, slipping into the pocket of my pajama shorts. It lingers there for a second as his hand wraps around my phone. As he drags his hand out, his knuckles brush against my bare stomach. Goosebumps raise on my skin, a volt of electricity shooting through my entire body. 

He’s daring me to move, pull away, do anything. I don’t.

The warmth of his touch evaporates as he pulls away, a curl tickling my cheek. I resist the urge to shudder, my fingers pressing harder into my body. Harry stands up straight again and I notice that my phone looks miniscule in his hands.

I’m still not breathing as he holds the phone up to my face, unlocking it using my face ID. He scrolls through my apps, pulling up the Twitter log in page before handing it back to me.

“Try it."

Hands shaking, I type in his new password.

It works.

I swallow hard as I shove my phone in my pocket, taking a small step back from him. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Harry,” I warn.

He leans in again, face only inches away from mine. For once, he is stone cold sober. 

“Oh yeah?” He’s not smirking anymore. Green eyes bore into me with such an unsettling intensity—it's enough to rock me to my core. My eyes stay locked on his, refusing to give him the satisfaction of pulling away first. His tongue flicks out, slowly running over his bottom lip, and I feel my stomach twist in response. When he speaks again, his voice is thick with something unholy. “What do I get if I win?”

I can feel my resolve beginning to crumble, bit by bit. Every second, I’m slipping closer to the edge, and it scares me how little I want to pull back.

“Don’t change it again,” I mumble, quick to turn around and hurry back down the hall. 

I don’t hear his door shut, but I also don’t look back, knowing I would find him watching from his door. My pulse is hammering in my ears as I slip back into my room, pressing my back against the door. 

My head is spinning. I tell myself it’s just the alcohol.

Except I can still feel his breath on my cheek, his hair tickling my skin, and it’s not just in my brain. I feel it in my stomach, warm and hot. 

And it has nothing to do with being drunk.

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@indierockgirrl @sassamanda77 @behindmygreyeyes

[promenadier]

2day’s plans:

12.10.2024 - Midday

I enjoy playing with these weird filters. I have the tech-savviness of an octogenarian sometimes and these things are like the jingling keys in front of my face. The picture was taken fast, but I see the art in it, very feminine and allusive to one’s sex, don’t you see too?

I’m on the train to see a friend. I have to ride backwards even though I get easily sea-sick because there are an insane amount of people on this line today. It is Saturday, but this was the only connection with such a large presence aboard. Sounds mostly like Danes traveling down from wherever. Lots of cops and soldiers too… trying to be on my best behavior! My friend just got to her new apartment in the big city and I love visiting there. My wheelhouse tends to be middle-of-nowhere villages and woods, but going to the city once in a while feels like a wagon-ride to an alien civilization.

We are going to the Cat Café since we are both inclined to all things feline. I’ve been there before and like to steal their mugs because they have cute cats painted onto them. Aiming to get 2 more this time…

After that it’s thrifting and maybe a walk on the harbor. I don’t necessarily want to stay the night in the capital, but my friend’s roomie has a dog that’s super sweet and I’m excited to see. The cat person I am, I love all animals more than anything. I really want to volunteer at the animal shelter I found the other day, but that’s tomorrow’s adventure.

As I write the lady across is trying her luck with a scratch-off. I know it’s impolite to take pictures, but I can’t help but involve myself in her life, her reliance on her luck.

I’m blurring it, I want to respect her privacy, looks cooler too, like Lego.

Luck and Fate and Premonition has controlled my life as of late and I feel myself becoming somewhat spiritual in my allure to these forces. I know one shouldn’t become too lost in the sauce of divination, I myself have had a friend who lost his mind and relied on angel numbers for every aspect of his day-to-day. Not a future I wish for myself, but I guess I mean I’ve just started to trust the universe more and swim with the flow of decision. It’s worked out positively more than negative. It’s part of a greater realization that I will never be able to escape the ebb and flow of time, of life. Maybe cheesy, but it’s a common metaphor or analogy for life in my region. If I let things come to me in time and not fight when the receding tide prevents my rushed action, I end up with a richer life filled with satisfying spontaneity and social wins.

I’m halfway through the long train ride and looking forward to meeting my friend. I’m thankful for her and that her journey in life matches mine despite our differences. It gives me hope for connection elsewhere and happy I have someone to lean back on like I was always unfond of doing. I hope to give her a fraction of the satisfaction she does me. Learning this exchange has been a pivotal part of my recent successes. I’ll greet her with her favorite Haribo!

I’ll take some experiences from today and share them later! Here’s some of the music that’s inspired my mood on this leg of the trip:

[friendly-alien-fucker]

Wee woo! I was wondering if you could write a male Yautja with a protective human mate? Even tho humans are WAY weaker.

What if another Yautja was insulting y/n, they doesn’t really care, then y/n’s mates comes out and is about to start shit. Then the rude Yautja insults their mate, before hubby can do anything to protect their honor little y/n knocks the guy tf out. What did we learn? Don’t talk shit about y/n’s mate.

Alien husband be like🧍‍♂️hold up-

Sorry if that was super specific, it’s been on my mind for a while and I haven’t been able to pleasingly write it for myself T^T

Your writing gives me something to look forward too at the end of a long, exhausting day. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. <3

A Yautja with a very protective human mate

Thank you very much for this request, @looseratinthegarage , I hope I met your expectations! 💖

Warnings: cussing, insults, fighting but nothing too serious

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You weren't quite popular amongst your alien shipmates. Not that it was much different from when you lived among humans, but at least they usually had the decency to wait until you left the room to talk shit about you.

Here, yautja would talk about you in plain sight, often looking at you while they did so. And instead of insults being muttered under their breath, they'd sometimes even stop you in your tracks just to let you know how little they valued your existence. They were obviously trying to get under your skin, which is why you tried so hard to just ignore their comments.

If you're being honest, you didn't mind them that much anyways. It was actually kinda refreshing- having people tell you what's on their mind for a change, even if it was negative.

But even then, you had to draw the line somewhere.

Today was Saturday, or at least you thought it was. Dates kind of blurred together since you moved onto the ship, but you still tried to retain some sort of routine. You had made some plans with your mate today since they didn't plan to go on a hunt, and you'd long been waiting to do something romantic for them. Well, as romantic as it can be when your life is reduced to a ship on which most areas you didn't have access to.

Looking yourself up and down in the mirror, you flashed a smile before taking your pocketknife and hiding it somewhere with easy access. It was almost time for your mate to arrive, and you'd intentionally picked an outfit you knew they enjoyed seeing you in.

With a kick in your step, you turned around to leave and made your way to your mate's quarters, only to meet them about halfway there.

"ah, there you are." you said and extended your hand, them gladly taking it, purring audibly as they did so "Are you excited?"

"You always excite me." they purred, grinning as they saw the blood rushing to your cheeks. You coughed, pulling on their arm as you led them to your first destination.

"yeah, yeah. You can tease me later. Right now we've got better things to do."

They tilted their head at you, having no problem keeping up even with you practically running to get where you wanted to go. "Which are?" they questioned.

"Patience." You scolded them, before you two turned a corner and got to one of the more populated areas of the ship. Something they didn't seem too fond of, gripping your hand so tight it almost hurt.

You stroked it reassuringly, looking up at them with a soft smile. They always worried so much about you, especially when around others of their kind. And though you understood why, you didn't want them to worry on your date. You wanted to make them feel good.

"hey, it's alright. C'mon, let me show you what I've planned for us." you took their hand up to your mouth to kiss it, before leading them into one of the rooms, which was filled with hand weapons and a large training area.

You had to hold in your laughter as you saw the question marks appear above their head.

"You...want me to train?" They asked confused. They were training a lot already, did you not think they were doing enough? Were you questioning their strength? They quickly shook that thought away. You had reassured them many times that you felt safe with them.

Then perhaps...

"I see." they hummed, taking one of larger blades and flexing their muscles. "You wish to watch me train, then?"

You laughed at this, gently taking the weapon and putting it back in it's place before taking a smaller one for yourself. You placed it's tip to your mate's chest threateningly, but they didn't as much as flinch as they looked down at you and raised an eyebrow. Cocky bastard... You lovingly cursed them in your mind

"Sort of. I want you to teach me." you say as you put the weapon back in it's place "You always worry so much, I thought this would help you sleep better knowing I could defend myself if the need arises." with delight, you watched as their eyes lit up at this and they moved towards you, obviously liking the idea.

Though before they could give you your first instructions, a loud growl came from behind, interrupting your little moment.

Annoyed, you spun around, meeting with the face of a yautia you've had the displeasure meeting before, but neglected to tell your mate in fear they might start a scene. Though obviously your efforts were now in vain.

"Why are you here?" They growled, not bothering to bend their back to look you in the eye, and instead puffing out their chest and, quite literally, looking down on you. "Do you enjoy taking up others space, ooman? Do you not realize that nobody wants you here?"

You rolled your eyes at their words. Can't you guys come up with something creative for once?

Getting ready to make a snarky remark, you got pushed back by your mate before you could open your mouth. Growling at them and flaring their mandibles, they stood before you, ready to defend your honor. You sighed, there it is. The Scene.

The other Yautja imitated your mate's stance, now directing their uncreative insults at them.

"And you, do you think there's any worth in that ooman you're mating? Or are you that incapable with your own species that you have to resort to... this" they spat, nodding in your direction.

Okay. Maybe a scene wouldn't be too bad right now.

Your mate was just about claw at them, when you stepped in. And before either of them could react you lurched forward to grab at their shoulder, using your leg to trip them and send them flying on their back. With a loud thud, they met with the ground, any attempts to get back at you dying as they saw the knife pressed firmly against their neck.

It was quiet for a few seconds as both of them stared at you in awe. Eventually, your mate stepped forward to place a warm hand on your shoulder. Their tone calm, but the look in their eyes and the loud purring showing just how ecstatic they were with what you just did.

"You're right little one, this does alleviate some of my worry."

[primofate]

Breaking up Part 2 Albedo x gn!reader

Sorry it took so long! Haha. Yeah tumblr effed over for me. But here it is! :D

Scenario: Breaking up and getting back together again

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst? NOT PROOFREAD

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read:  (Part 1) (Part 3 - Final)

“Sucrose... Do you know where Y/N went?”

5 days 3 hours and 12 minutes. He’d been counting. He’d been counting since you left. It was only today that he had the courage to ask Sucrose about it. 

Sucrose jumps at the sudden call of her name. 

Albedo had not been the same. The frequent mistakes in the lab proved it. The constant slips of the hand and test tubes shattering on the floor told Sucrose that perhaps that was how his heart looked like too.

“...No, I don’t,” Sucrose simply says, then lets the silence of the lab fill the air. Only the bubbles from their experiments hanging. It was still for a moment, Sucrose going back to her calculations and research. Albedo sat in front of his alchemy set, blankly staring at it.

He doesn’t even understand what being “tired” feels like anymore. He hasn’t had a decent sleep. Every small movement in the house, every whisper of the wind he would bolt up in bed, thinking it was you coming in from the front door. Sometimes he would hear someone shuffling, he would stop and listen for you, but then realizes that the sound was the sound of his legs under the covers, trying to keep warm without you around. 

Sucrose glances up at her mentor. He’s buried his face in his hands, his hair in slight disarray. She knew what was going to happen next. He was going to stand up and just walk away from the lab, and Sucrose was not going to see him until tomorrow again. 

Tomorrow, the cycle would repeat. 

Albedo couldn’t function. It was pathetic. He really thought that he must be such a sight right now, eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair down and clothes a little unruly. He ran away from the lab again. He abandoned his “important” experiment and went back home, retreating in his room, falling on his knees and slumping on the bed in front of him.

He buried his face into his arms and tried to piece his heart back together.

“Albedo, will you ever get tired of me?”

There was a soft hint of a frown on your face. Silly you, Albedo thought. Always worried about being apart from him. He only smiles and cups your chin in his hand, leans in close to press his forehead against yours to whisper, “Never,” 

His fists clutch at the bedsheets, the fabric scrunching up under his hands. Every.damn.time. he tried to take a break, he would be reminded of you. Every thing reminded him of you. Breathing reminded him of you. It was as if you were right beside him and yet you weren’t. 

It was him. He was supposed to be the one asking “Y/N, will you ever get tired of me?” He was supposed to be the one worried. But he hadn’t been because he had taken you for granted. He thought that you’d always just be there, waiting for him patiently as you always had but now that he was alone, he realized just how lonely this silence could be.

“You must have been lonely...waiting here for me in this silence...”

His voice was muffled by the sheets, and he didn’t know who he was talking to. He did that a lot these days. Saying things that he wished you could still hear. 

The next day, just as Sucrose predicted. It was the same. Halfway through his experiment Albedo stopped, and stared at nothing in particular. She wondered if, whenever he did that, he remembered the things he said to you that day. 

But, just as Sucrose thinks today would end up the same...

it didn’t.

“Big brother Albedo!” Klee stormed into the lab, the door slamming open really loud. “Oh...I’m sorry, I didn’t check the sign... I...” Klee stepped out to look at the door sign and found “KEEP OUT” still there. “Oh no...! I did a mistake! Sorry big brother,” the little girl fumbled with her fingers and swung from side to side to show her apology. 

A hint of a smile appears on Albedo’s face and Sucrose was thunderstruck. There had been no expression on the Kreideprinz’s face for the longest time that the smile had felt so foreign. “It’s alright, Klee. Do you need help with something?” and his voice wasn’t hoarse. If there was anything that could cheer him up, it would be Klee.

He was done prioritizing his research over the people that really mattered. 

“Look what I got! I’ve never seen such a pretty flower in Mondstadt before,” Klee showed off the blue flower to Albedo, eyes shining and wide. Albedo touched the petals as Klee held it up for him. “Ah, yes, Glaze Lilies. You can only find them in Liyue, Klee,” Albedo explains. Klee bounces excitedly.

“Ohhhh! That’s amazing! Y/N must have travelled there recently!” 

The silence in the lab was deafening. Albedo’s hand drops from the flower as he looks at Klee, confused. Sucrose had stopped what she was doing, wide-eyed, staring at the young bomber. “...What do you mean, Klee?” Albedo whispered out. 

Hearing your name said by someone else made it all the more real that you weren’t here with him anymore. 

“Oh! See, Klee was in Windrise and... I was looking at the fishes...” Klee gasped a little, “Please don’t tell Master Jean!” she whispered pointedly but continued. “I saw Y/N there, and Y/N gave me a really big hug and gave me this Guh lays Lily,” the young girl got the name wrong, but Albedo hadn’t been listening anymore. He stood up and crouched down to eye level with Klee, hands on her shoulders.  “W-When, Klee?” he clears his throat and tries again, “When did this happen?” Sucrose had also been listening and watching in bated breath.  Klee gave one of her biggest, most innocent smiles, not knowing how crucial this information had been to Albedo. “Just now! I just came back from Windrise!” 

Albedo didn’t feel the slightest sorry that he bolted out of the lab without explaining to Klee. She would understand and Surcrose was there. He sprinted towards the gates of Mondstadt like his life depended on it. In some senses, it really did.

I can make it.

He was panting hard. His footsteps thundering in his ears. His breath coming in quick ins and outs. His heart is about to fly off its cage.

I can make it. It’s just outside of Mondstadt. 

Wind rushes past him, the pigeons on the bridge outside of Mondstadt, disturbed, flying away in a frenzy. Timmie shouting after him. 

Please be there. Please.

It takes him longer than he wanted. He wanted to be faster, wanted to be there already but he was still running. Still chasing after that hope. The adrenaline he feels pumps in his veins and yet he is so out of breath that he needs to stop. His hands resting on his knees as he closes his eyes and tries to get his breathing even. 

I have to keep going.

His legs were killing him. They were strained by the sudden rush of exercise and yet he still drags both towards Windrise. He could see the large tree at the horizon, but he was too far away to see if you were there. He continues to pant, steadying his breath, preparing for another burst of energy to run towards where he so desperately hoped you were.  What if you weren’t there anymore?

What if he was too late?

What if he never saw you again?

“What if it doesn’t work...?” Albedo asks, pondering over the research and discussing it with you over dinner. He loved to talk about his experiments with you because you gave valuable insights on it, and really listened to him. You smile and give him the confidence that he needs, “Then you can try again, Bedo. You always find a way!”

He’s still panting by the time he reaches the steps leading up to the large tree. His eyes dart around. He circles around in place, wondering if you were around the area. He continues forward, stepping up to the big roots and yet again looked around, trying to spot your familiar tuft of hair/colour. 

At the corner of his eye he spots something, behind the big tree. A Crystalfly. It was flying away and his eyes automatically follow it. There was a hand trying to reach out for it, but it barely grazed the Crystalfly’s wings. You stepped out from behind the tree, a little annoyed that you couldn’t catch the Crystalfly. 

Albedo feels like he’s frozen in time. He stands there and watches the wind caress your hair. Watches as you tuck your hair back behind your ear. Watches as you turn around and start walking away. He snaps back to reality and moves forward, roots and sticks cracking under his feet as he struggles through the root laden path just to get near you. 

You, hearing the disturbance from behind, turn around and was met face to face with the lover you left a few days ago. Something shatters inside you. You weren’t ready for this. You were far from ready to see him again. Why was he out here in the middle of the day? You stood still just as he did in front of you. 

You notice how his hair is sticking to his face with sweat. The fast rise and fall of his chest. The pained look in his eyes. The closed up fists on his side. “Y/N--” his voice cracks and tears start to pool in your eyes. 

You aren’t strong enough for this and you start to turn away.

Albedo rushes forward to trap you in a hug. His arms so desperately wrapped around you as his head rests on your shoulder. “Don’t,” he pleads. “Please don’t go. Come back with me, please,” there’s a different type of hopelessness in his voice. A moment later tears are streaming down your face. 

“I-I can’t Albedo. I--” can’t put myself through that again. I can’t and don’t want to be alone at home all the time. 

His body shakes and you realize it’s a sob that wracks his body. Your shoulder is slightly wet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please.” You’ve never seen him cry. Not like this. Not as he clings to you and admits defeat. “I...I couldn’t take care of you--It’s my fault. I know, but--”

“I like Windrise. It’s very relaxing.” You say as the two of you walk around the tree, collecting materials. “Is it?” Albedo responds, stopping momentarily to look up at the tree. “You don’t think so?” you curiously ask your lover. He ponders for a moment before smiling, “I think coming home to you is a lot more relaxing,” at the early stages of your relationship hearing something like that from him would cause you to blush.

You pry his arms away and look up at him. His head is dipped low and you can’t see his face clearly, concealed by his hair. You brush his hair away and lift his head up, and you see how streaks of tears run down his cheeks. You see the sleepless nights in his eyes. The hurt that creases on his forehead. You see what your absence has done to him, and all in one moment, you think that perhaps you were too harsh on him. That you should’ve talked it out instead of leaving so abruptly but you-- “I was hurt...” your lips tremble as you try to explain. 

“I try, really hard, to make things easier for you. To care about you. I have never asked for anything grand.” You’re surprised at how level your voice is, despite feeling like you might break down just as he does. 

“I’m aware,” Albedo wipes at his face, frustrated at himself. His tears have stopped. You were talking. That must be a good sign. “I don’t--Don’t deserve you,” but he steels himself and places his hands on your cheeks. God how long had it been since he touched you like this? and wipes away the tears that were silently falling from your eyes. “But I’ll take care of you. I’ll prove your worth. I... won’t make the same mistake again,” 

And when Albedo said or promised something he was one of the few people that you believed in the most. He was trustworthy all the way, and was true to most of what he said. “You have my word... and if I do make the same error again then... Then you can leave. But right now I--” he moves to rest his forehead against yours, taking in the warmth and love that he had missed. “I’m asking for another chance,” he gulps. “Please,”

You stay quiet for a moment. Assessing the situation. But your eyes close at the closeness the two of you are in right now. There was no doubt that you still loved him. A few days would not change anything. A few days would not ruin the years that you spent together. But you were scared and guarded. You weren’t sure what would happen and if it was worth it. You were scared of being with him and being lonely. “...We... should talk and think a little bit more about this...” you conclude and give your answer, stepping away from him.

Albedo’s face grimaces in distraught, but turns into confusion when you take his hand and tugs on it slightly. “...At home, we can talk about this at home...Is that okay? Let’s go back first,” you would figure it out with him from there.

His head drops and he tries hard not to let tears escape again. He really didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve this kindness but he sure as hell would take it. He would take it and make it right again. He picks his head up and squeezes your hand, voice slightly soft and trembling, and smiles.

“Thank you. That’s perfect,” 

and with his hand tight on yours, because he wasn’t letting you go again, the two of you make your way back.

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It’s Too Late - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, cursing

Summary: You’ve always made it clear to him about what you feel for him. It’s always been known so you’ve never had to say it. Until months had passed and yet nothing’s been reciprocated or cleared up on his end. He didn’t express any emotions of desire or love towards you so when you finally confess, you get an answer you halfway anticipated. And when it breaks you and you move on, finally taking 1 step forward, Bakugou comes back and pushes you 2 steps back.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“I just-“

“Love me?” Bakugou said with a raised brow and his hands in his pockets. “You love me? Is that what you’re gonna say?”

“..Yes. I love you, Katsuki.” You openly confessed to your best friend with a tired voice. You and Bakugou had been friends since childhood. You grew to love him as a friend, then a best friend, but now you wish to have him as a significant other. You’ve always been clear about your feelings. Telling others you liked the blonde, putting in a little extra effort to show some comfort and affection, or even just canceling everything for him. But you never said anything specific until now.

Your best friend continued to stare at you with a blank face. You were almost offended by it but you saw the gears in his mind trying to move. He was trying to say something but it’s like something else was stopping him. “Katsuki?”

“I don’t love you, Y/N. Why you think I would is ridiculous.” His words made you grow shock. He was lying now? You get it. This whole confession wasn’t cute or anything similar to what you would see in a cartoon. There was no blushing from either ends, no smiles. This was holding a dark element of hurt but you hoped that despite all that, he would still be able to find the light you always brought with you, just for him.

“…I know you love me too, Katsuki.” You said calmly.

“Don’t tell me what I feel.” He responded in the same cold tone but with a little more harshness.

“I’m just saying the truth. It’s the one thing you seem to be running from. I’ve accepted it, I’ve embraced it because I want it. I know you do to so why can’t you just admit it?” You asked before a block of silence filled the dialogue. “….I know you told Kaminari you love me.”

“That spark plug heard me wrong.” He defended.

“You also told Kirishima you love me too.” You added on. “You tell Kirishima, you tell Kaminari, you tell everyone and anything but me. Why can’t you just tell me?”

Bakugou looked at you in silence before squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. Frustration and anger with himself. Why couldn’t he just man up and say it to you? Why couldn’t he tell you? You were right here letting him know exactly how you felt! Letting him know you felt the same way he did so why wasn’t he saying anything to help?!

“You can’t run. You have to stay and hear it out ‘till the end.” You began making his shut eyes tremble. “Bakugou Katsuki. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts when you just walk away from it. So tell me what I know. Tell me you love me back so that everything we went through, the gossip, the lies, the secrets, everything will have been for something. So that we could end up right here where we are now with a purpose and happy ending. Please.”

Finally, after collecting himself and coming up with an answer, he speaks.

“Maybe it was.” He said with a softer tone..almost hurt. “And maybe I did love you…but it doesn’t matter-“

“Why not?!”

“Because I don’t love you anymore. It was a crush. It was for a short period of time. I’ve moved on so maybe you should too.” He said and began to walk away. “You know Damn well feelings don’t help you achieve anything. I don’t want love or a relationship, I want to be a hero. That’s all.”

There it is. He said it. He wants to be a hero. Only if he was smart enough to say the rest. He wants to be a hero to protect you. He wants to become strong enough to keep you safe in his arms. Let him achieve this dream first so he can move on to his second dream. You. You will always be his dream. He knows he still loves you and he knows he will forever and always love you..but he’s accepted that he can’t be with you. Not yet. Let him secure everything first. Let him become a hero and make shit tons of money so he can provide for you and protect you. Let him become so domestically secure that he can give you the love he knows you deserve. Let him grow first so he can be good enough for you. Please.

—

He shouldn’t have disregarded you in that moment. He should’ve told you right then and there that he loved you too. He should’ve been smart enough to be able to multitask a relationship with you and his career. He could’ve done it! But now he’s here, 2 years later sneakily watching as Todoroki asks you to be his girlfriend at the hero gala he’s brought you to as his date.

As if his night couldn’t get worse. After your confession, you distanced yourself from Bakugou after his harsh replies. He’s tried to reach out to you and stay in touch but you didn’t let him. Despite that, when 2 years passed and the hero gala came up and he’s still been so in love with you, he asked you to be his date..but you said no. You said no and shut the door on him and the roses he brought to your house that day. Then when he thought it couldn’t get worse, you show up. Looking as beautiful as ever in a red dress that matched the tie of his tux and reached the ground. It had a slit in it to reveal the smooth skin of your leg. You were the pinnacle of perfection. And he was now ready to make you his. But before he could reach you, your date did. Todoroki. He stepped up from behind you and snaked his arm around your waist before moving with you deeper into the event. The sight of you two made him nauseous. But it got even worse when the night continued and the two-toned hair colored boy was pulling you to a corner and confessing to you. Nobody but Bakugou saw and it was making his blood boil. He wasn’t about to lose you to this icy-hot bastard. So before you could answer the calm hero, the blonde came rushing in and dragging you away forcefully by the wrist.

Bakugou pulled you into the empty parking lot of the event and looked at you while saying nothing.

“What the hell was that Bakugou?!” You shouted.

“That’s not my name.” He replied swiftly.

“I’m pretty sure it fucking is. Why did you bring me out here?” You asked.

“I fucking saved you from that idiot and his pathetic excuse of a confession! You’re welcome!” He shouted. You gawked at him before slanting your eyes.

“I didn’t need your help.” You said calmly. Afterwords, a block of silence returned and Bakugou couldn’t help but feel like it was that one moment all those years ago when you confessed to him. Growing tired of this, you attempted to walk back inside. “If you’ll excuse me-“

“Are you going to say yes to him?” Bakugou asked from behind you now. You turned to him, shocked at the whimper in his voice, and noticed he wasn’t even facing you. He had his back turned to you as he looked to the ground.

“I don’t think that concerns you.” You said and began to walk away. Until you felt Bakugou hold onto your arm.

“I think it fucking does!” He exclaimed. You turned to look at him in shock and noticed a fire in his eyes that you never saw before. “You can’t be his girlfriend, Y/N. You can’t be his!”

“You’re in no position to tell me who I can and can’t be with.” You replied.

“I actually am because you’re mine!” He shouted. You looked at him with wide eyes and shaky breath as you stared at him.

“W-what?”

Bakugou smiled as he took your nervousness and shaking as a sign of happiness. “You’re mine. I love you too, Y/-“

*SMACK*

“The hell-“

“Don’t you dare say you love me, Bakugou.” You said coldly.

“What?” He asked in shock.

“You had years to tell me how you felt. Before I confessed and even after! But you can’t just tell me that you love me when I’ve already happily moved on!” You shouted.

“…moved on?” He winced. You moved on? You didn’t want him anymore? Didn’t love him anymore? “W-..WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU MOVE ON?!”

“Are you fucking serious?! Why?! Because I loved you and gave you my entire being just for you to stomp on my heart-“

“You can’t move on! Not when I love you too! Not when I’ve loved you for years! Not when I’ve loved you from even before you fucking told me! That’s right!” He exclaimed as he stepped closer. “I’ve always loved you Y/N! Always! So you can’t move on!”

You stared at him and bit your cheek before turning around. “Too fucking late.”

“..N-No.” He whimpered. Without being in control, he ran to you and pulled you back before forcing a kiss onto your lips. To Bakugou, it was heaven on earth. You tasted the exact way he always imagined. Addictive and sweet. Your lips were soft. So soft. So perfect. So..you. You are heaven on earth for him.

You were surprised and infuriated by his actions so you of course pushed him off the best you could but not without a fight. The more you pushed back the tighter he held on, the more you pulled away, his lips would find yours again and steal your breath. Eventually, you ended up having to use a small amount of your quirk on him to keep him at bay. “Y/N please! You can’t be with him! Please! You have to love me! I didn’t work my ass off for years to not have you by my side in the end!”

“The hell are you talking about?!” You shouted.

“I did all of this for you! Because I love you! I didn’t tell you then because I wasn’t ready for you! You were too good for me! I had to change! I had to fix myself! And I did! I’m a hero now, I have money now, I can provide for you, love you, and take care of you now! I did this for us!” He shouted as tears trickled down his cheeks as he confessed with a smile. You only looked at him as if he were crazy.

“It didn’t matter if you were a hero or not, or had money or not. You didn’t have to change for me! I loved you because of you! And I was ready to have you just the way you were, Bakugou.”

“So please say you’ll have me now.” He begged.

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can! Y/N I’m right here. I’m not running anymore. I’m not going anywhere. Just tell me that you love me too and we can be together! Please.” He exclaimed while you shook your head with small tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

“….it’s too late now, Katsuki.”

At least in the end, you finally said his name.

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A/N: SURPRISEEEEEE!! I’m back. Not gonna lie, I’m still getting over the large amounts of hate as I am still being sent them despite over a week already passing. However, the urge to write has been getting so strong and I poured out a bunch of thoughts in my head. They’ve been filling my mind and I couldn’t sleep without typing something down. Then I just couldn’t let my work sit in the drafts, I needed them to be seen for others to enjoy! So I’m back, little by little though! I’ll start posting but I might not start replying. Idk, we’ll see.

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More horse!!!! This time probably my fav reformed villain Sunset! Been trying to get myself to design her armor for a while and i think i like what i ended up with. First pic is just what she looks like baseline, the second with the sparcer armor is what she would have looked like if she hadn’t escaped to the mirror. The last is what she currently looks like in the ‘present’ of my headcanon.

Details under the cut!

   Sunset Shimmer in this HC is Sunbursts younger sister by a few years, and knew Starlight Glimmer a little through her brother. After Sunburst left to study abroad, Sunset became standoffish as a young child and would often try to start fights. It wasnt much later that she encountered a powerful unicorn noble visiting from manehattan, and being a little shit, she started negging him and trying to ruin his visit to the (at least to him) unimportant town. Seeing an opportunity to make an example, the noble challenged her to a magic duel, with the Sun as witness, envoking a traditional unicorn duel. As noone attempted to stop this, being powerful as he was, Sunset accepted.    The duel started with him simply posturing, taunting her with small spells and minor telekinesis. As she got angrier, he simply retaliated by knocking her back down, thinking she would soon get to embarrassed and surrender. Sunset persisted, however, and after she managed to cut one of his legs with her horn, drawing first blood, he used his magic to throw her back, and began summoning lightning around his horn, planning to kill her quickly and make an example.    Sunset looked up from the ground to see him lowering his horn, crackling magic setting her fur on end. He set off the spell and in a split second of panic Sunset threw her head back, casting a momentary shield and deflecting the worst of the lightning. In anger the noble reared back to cast another spell, and with adrenaline now coursing through her Sunset pushed herself forward, lunging and with only thoughts of winning on her mind, a poweful solar flare of magic, like a spear of flames, rushed with her and caught him in the center of his chest. He fell dead, and Sunset stood the victor, with an image of the Sun shining on her flank.   Only a few minutes of stunned silence from the town later, Celestia descended to the scene having heard the call for the Suns witness, and saw the young Sunset standing alone over a burnt body. First She felt shock, then understanding, and then hope, as She was looking at the first wielder of solar magic since the last of Her champions was killed with Luna's betrayal.    With this hope, Celestia took the young foal to Canterlot to study the arts of combat and ancient solar magic, and to train her to become the next Champion in time for Nightmare Moons return.    However, Celestia was careless, believing in her hope that Sunset would understand the importance of what she learned and mistook the foals eagerness for admiration and loyalty. It wasn't long after that Sunset started sneaking into the corners of the library, hungry for knowlegde and unsatisfied with Celestias slow and cautious teaching. She soon found a way into the forbidden wings, opening old scrolls depicting celestial armies and ancient battles, sketches of the heart of the badlands and lost castles, and accounts of the Sun Champions, asmall group of powerful Equestians that followed only the word of the Sun Sister. Sent out to bring Her Light into the far reaches of the world in gleaming golden armor with Her magic branded and weaved into their beings. Sunset believed the records to mean that she would be bound to Celestias will entirely, only recognized as Her servant and without free will.   It was also this time in the forbidden section that Sunsets presence attracted a demon, who took the opportunity of the feelings of betrayal and anger to feed them, whispering to Sunset about a mirror with incredible power hidden in the palace.     Blah Blah Blah beginning of EQG Sunset confronted Celestia, got pissed, ran through the portal and went to highschool.       After Twilights ascension Sunset made it back to Equestria and stole the Crown, with the vague plan (supplied by the demon) being to use it's magic to transform the school into powerful beings, and using the mirror as a way to ambush and infultrate the palace from the inside, the goal being to take the throne from Celestia and have the elements ascend her. It obviously failed, with the elements following Twilights will, turning the magic on Sunset and purging the demon. Sitting alone in the crater of the aftermath, alone in her thoughts for the first time in years and looking up at the princess standing victorious above her, she realized that she had fallen to the cruelty that almost killed her as a child. Horrified at this understanding, she surrendered, accepting the execution she knew would be waiting for her in Equestria.   Twilight, however, saw the horror and regret in Sunsets face, and believed she deserved a second chance. So Twilight pardonned her crimes, and let her stay in the world of humans as a form of parole with the only caviat that should the princess need a warrior, Sunset would be bound to her and not Celestia.    It would take a few years for Twilight to call on Sunsets help, with war fast approaching after Celestias fading. Twilight only calls on her for short amounts of time, prefering for her to stay with her friends in the human world. When she IS called to fight however, she's put directly in charge of a small squadron to take on magical threats wherever need be, and even sometimes is tasked with training frontline unicorn soldiers on combatitive magic. She becomes well known as a powerful and respected Archmage and is often called the Champion of Dusk, and despite that fame having previosly been her dream, she now prefers the quieter life with her friends on the other side.

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Prove Them Wrong [1/?]

Fandom: Divergent Pairing: Eric Coulter x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/N is a Dauntless transfer from Erudite, and she has a drive, an ambition that sets her apart--it always has, even back in Erudite. She brings her perseverance (and need to prove others wrong) to Dauntless when she transfers, and she uses her mind to make her way through the initiation process. Along the way, she makes friends and enemies, and she finds herself comfortable around the man most people in Dauntless avoid at all costs: Eric Coulter.  A/N: hey, everyone! so some elements of this are based on myself and how I interact with people, mainly because I tend to bond with people who are not well-liked (i.e. I got along well with teachers everyone hated, consistently). I plan to keep most descriptions of the reader vague so you can insert yourself, though! this first chapter is a little bit slow, but I am already well into writing chapter 2, and I am really excited about where this fic is going! Enjoy!!

“Dauntless!” Marcus Eaton called out--Abnegation was hosting the Choosing Ceremony this year--and as your blood hit the burning coals, a series of cheers and claps erupted from the fearless faction. You took your place next to the other Dauntless transfers and snuck a glance at your family. Your parents looked sad--disappointed, almost--but it was nothing compared to the way some parents reacted to their children choosing another faction. Your father caught your eye as he pulled a handkerchief from his crisp blue suit and handed it to your mother, who was just barely containing her tears. Quickly, you looked away. A moment later, a girl with dirty blonde hair sat down beside you. Her loose grey clothing indicated she was in Abnegation, or at least she had been. She was Dauntless now, and so were you. 

A series of names you only half heard filled the room, and before you knew it, the ceremony was over. Then, as if they’d been waiting for the chance to get up from their seats, all the Dauntless rushed out of the building, racing for the train tracks. You and the other initiates stared at them as they began to climb, shocked. Sure, you knew you’d be taking the train, but you’d never thought about how you’d actually get there. Shoving the thought out of your mind, you began to climb, the Abnegation girl from before and a girl from Candor scaling the poles on either side of you. Once you made it to the top, you saw everyone standing in a line, facing away from the train. That’s when it hit you: they were going to run and jump onto the train. This was unlike anything you’d ever done, but it was exciting, and you knew that with the right speed and angle, you’d be fine. When the rails started to vibrate and the train came into view, you took off. 

You weren’t the fastest, but you weren’t the slowest either, and that was worth something. At the very least, you would make the train. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw an opening, and without hesitation, you jumped. It was so different from life in Erudite. There, nothing was done without consideration. You had to look at a problem from all angles and weigh the possibilities, consider the outcomes of every scenario, even for the simplest of tasks. Here, you could just do. It was liberating, and you knew you’d made the right choice. Although, it would be damn near impossible to drop all of the habits you’d picked up in Erudite. Some aspects of the scholarly faction were simply a part of you; it would be impossible to erase that. But, for the sake of your survival, you’d have to do your best. 

“Hey,” said a voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a boy with brown hair and dark eyes, which stood out against his pale skin. “I’m Albert,” he said. “But everyone calls me Al.” He stuck his hand out and you shook it.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, glad to have already made one friend. You smiled before turning away to look out at the city; the train provided a great view when it wasn’t in the center of the city surrounded by buildings. While you were looking at the skyline, you saw movement and heard screams of both terror and excitement to your left. You turned to see what was causing the commotion, and you saw people jumping from the train onto a gravelly roof. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Al said as he joined you at the edge of the train. 

“This is crazy,” you agreed. But whereas Al looked terrified, you were grinning, adrenaline from boarding the train still pumping through your veins, making you aware of each and every nerve in your body. Then, with the roof coming up, you took a few steps back, ran forward and jumped. 

Your body hit the gravelly roof hard, ripping a hole in your blazer. Thankfully, it seemed like that was the only thing that broke; your body felt perfectly fine, if a little sore from the impact. You looked around to see Al a few feet away from you, and you smiled, glad he’d made it. The two of you got up and headed to the other end of the roof, where the initiates who had already jumped off the train stood facing a tall man with cropped hair and neck tattoos. “Alright, listen up,” the man said when the last car of the train passed the edge of the roof. If someone wasn’t off of it yet, there was only one stop for them now: factionless. “I’m Eric, one of your leaders here at Dauntless. I will also be overseeing your training, which began the second your blood hit the coals. So, rather than waste any more time, let's get on with it. You want to get into Dauntless, this is the way in. Who is going to jump first?”

At this point, everyone was peering over the ledge Eric stood on, more focused on what was behind him. A dark hole in the concrete far below where we stood. You looked around you, nodding at Will, who you knew from Erudite, happy to see a familiar face amongst all this chaos. As you moved towards him, the girl from Abnegation who had sat next to you earlier stepped forward. “Me,” she said, volunteering to jump first. Everyone looked around with wide eyes while Eric scoffed. 

“The Stiff? Alright.”

Unbothered, the girl stepped onto the ledge, and a few seconds later, she disappeared into the shadowy depths of whatever lay below.

Watching the girl in grey jump first had sent a shock of surprise through you, but it was followed by something new, the desire to try this new and dangerous thing before you, and as the third jumper stepped off the ledge, you found yourself stepping forward, volunteering to go next. As you stepped onto the ledge, Eric raised a pierced brow at you, waited a few seconds for the previous jumper to get off of the net, and jerked his head towards the net, motioning for you to jump. And then, in a silent response, you jumped, a smile unexpectedly gracing your lips as you made contact with the net below, landing with a bounce. You turned to the man standing next to the net who helped you out of the net, and he introduced himself as Four before directing you to stand in line with the other initiates who had already jumped. Minutes crawled by as you waited for the rest of the initiates to jump, and after what felt like forever, Eric landed in the net and directed his cold stare at the initiates lined up as he slid off the net without Four’s assistance--though it didn’t seem like Four was inclined to help him, either. Interesting. 

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The transfer dorm was small, crowded, and damp--somehow it was exactly what you expected and entirely different at the same time. As everyone claimed a bed, Four and Eric stood near the door, ready to make an announcement. You smiled at the Candor girl with short, black hair who was setting up the bed next to yours, about to introduce yourself when one of the trainers by the door--most likely Eric--cleared his throat, silencing the room. “Welcome to Dauntless, Eric said. “As Four just explained, this is where you will be staying for the next few weeks while you complete your training. You will receive more information about the training process tomorrow morning at the first session, but for now all you need to know about it is that the training room is three floors up, down the hallway, and to the left. Meet in the Pit, which is upstairs, in fifteen minutes for some announcements from Max and dinner.” Then, he left.

“That guy is all business, huh?” the girl you were about to introduce yourself to said lightly. 

“Yeah,” you smiled back. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Christina,” she replied with an outstretched hand. As you shook her hand she looked you over and said, “So, Erudite. What made you want to transfer?”

“Well, it is best for one to go to a place for which they are well-suited…” you trailed off. “What about you, Candor?”

“Candor is a place of words and action, with slightly more words. I wanted more action,” she shrugged. A thud on the bed on your other side distracted you before you could respond, and you turned around to see familiar light green eyes.

“Will!” you said, wrapping your fellow Erudite transfer in a brief hug. You’d vaguely registered his name at the choosing ceremony followed by the word “Dauntless”, but it hadn’t really dawned on you until now that there were fellow Erudite transfers here. “Have you seen Edward?” you asked.

“Yeah, he’s right over there,” Will replied, pointing to the corner of the room. You waved at Edward, and he smiled back as he continued setting up his bed. 

“Amazing,” you said softly, more to yourself than to Will. “By the way, this is Christina, she’s from Candor,” you said, remembering your new friend. Will shot her a smile, and Christina reached out to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she said enthusiastically. 

“Likewise,” Will replied. Seeing all of your fellow transfers getting to know each other was exciting, and even though you wanted to stay in this room with all of them and get to know everyone else, you knew it was a better idea to start making your way to the Pit; there was rarely a time when showing up early was a bad thing, and leaving early would make sure you got there in time even if you got lost along the way. As you started to head out down the hallway, the former Abnegation joined you, seeming to have the same idea. “Hi,” you said, introducing yourself. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Tris,” she replied quietly. “You were in Erudite, right?” she asked.

“I was. And you were in Abnegation?”

“Yeah.” There was something sad about the way she said it, but you decided to let it go; you didn’t really know her yet. As you were thinking of what to say next, Tris interrupted your thoughts saying, “My brother just transferred there. To Erudite, I mean.”

“Don’t worry, he’ll love it,” you said, smiling fondly as memories of the Erudite libraries surfaced in your mind. “You get to spend so much time learning and teaching others, and they actually respect personal space--at least a little bit. I’ll even let you in on a secret: the suits are much more comfortable than they look, I promise.” She laughed a little bit at the last statement, and you relaxed, starting to enjoy her company. 

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As it turned out, you and Tris had no trouble finding the Pit, and it wasn’t surprising that you were the first ones there. Both of you sat down, and you did your best to ignore the occasional looks from Four and Eric as they stood on a balcony overlooking the Pit with Max, the head of Dauntless leadership and the faction’s representative when the five factions held council, and talked amongst themselves. Soon, thankfully, a few more of the transfers sat down with you and Tris, and they were soon followed by a steady trickle of transfers, the room getting louder with each person who entered. Max walked to the edge of the balcony and called for everyone’s attention, and the room got quiet, a nervous excitement filling your body. 

“Welcome, initiates,” the leader’s low voice filled the room. “We are glad to have you here at Dauntless. Here, you will be trained to be protectors of our city. You will be tested physically, emotionally, and mentally, and it will be hard, but you will come out stronger and braver, which is what you need to be to survive in this faction. Your training starts tomorrow; you will be working with Four and Eric, the initiates who aren’t transfers will be working with Lauren. For now, dig in, you’re going to need your strength for tomorrow.” Cheers erupted across the room, and people got up to grab food before racing back to their new friends. This was the beginning of something new for everyone, and excitement raced through your veins. You were ready to start your new life.

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Ice Cream and Bad TV | B.B.

Request: Late night thoughts : The only porn bucky watches are the ones that come on tv at like 2 or 3 in the mornings. Imagine cuddling up with him on his living room floor, aimlessly clicking around until you stumble upon the channel & he gets flustered & shy about it & you fuck him while porn plays in the background. Like I think it’s so romantic🥺🥺 riding him while the soft glow of the tv illuminates his face. His moans & grunting blending in with the actors 😫😫

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I cannot for the life of me control myself)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ | cuddle fucking, unprotected sex(pretend ur on birth control for a sec)(still wrap it b4 your tap it), flustered Bucky, porn talk, the tiniest bit of sub!Bucky for like half a second, fluffy smut, you get the gist

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Notes: I did this in one sitting so sorry if it’s repetitive or has any mistakes. I think I have a major soft sport for flustered Bucky. I also had to think of a realistic name for a TV porn channel so bear with me. This is my first time writing smut in non-headcanon form so let me know how I did! Happy reading!

It was 2am on a Thursday night when your phone rang with your boyfriend's caller I.D. This wasn't the first time that Bucky had called you for this instance, it became a routine for you to talk him down after a nightmare and you prepared to do so when you picked up. Usually the first thing you would hear was his heavy breaths, the anxious buzz in his body making him fumble his words as he tried to focus on talking to you, so you were surprised to be met with still breathing and his typical deep, steady voice.

"Doll? You there?"

"Yeah, Buck, I'm here," you replied with a yawn, trying to sound as awake as possible. Bucky could hear the airiness of your voice and let out a sigh.

"Sorry, baby, I woke you up."

"You say that every time, I don't mind waking up for you. Besides, I don't have work tomorrow so I don't exactly need my beauty rest."

There was a pause. You could still hear static from the other side of the call but Bucky didn't say a word.

"Buck? You okay?" As if you snapped him out of a daydream, his hurried words rushed through the phone.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. I'm kind of out of it right now, I had another bad dream."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You had expected his usual answer of yes, then you would listen to his thoughts and comfort him through the horrific reality that were his nightmares.

"You said you don't have work tomorrow? Do you think you could come over right now? Actually never mind, I don't know what I'm saying, it's 2am." You could practically see Bucky shaking his head as he took back his question.

"I'll be there in twenty, James. You better have some blankets and pillows ready for me because we're taking over your couch."

Bucky let out a breath over the line, "See you soon, y/n, love you."

"Love you more," you said quickly before hanging up, not letting him get in the last 'I love you.'

~

Forty minutes later you found yourself on Bucky's lap on his living room floor. You two had abandoned the idea of the couch and chose to make a small fort with the couch as your scaffolding. There was a surprising amount of pillows and blankets surrounding the two of you, you had no idea Bucky even owned them all.

He sat with his back against the couch, your legs laid over his and your arms were around his neck, bringing his head down to your chest. He talked about his nightmare, sparing you the gruesome details, and once he was done he closed his eyes and leaned further into your chest, breathing in your scent. You gave the crown of his head a kiss and rested your head atop his. Comfortable silence washed over the two of you before you spoke up.

“You know what always makes me feel better?” you asked, lifting your head just enough to look down at him.

“What?” he mumbled into your chest. A soft smile graced your face at his cuteness.

“Ice cream and bad TV!” you announced excitedly before wiggling out of his grasp.

You did a little jog to his kitchen and reached down into the freezer to grab a small pint of ice cream you knew Bucky always kept stashed for you whenever you came around. Picking up two spoons and turning off all the lights in the apartment on your way, you quickly made your way back into the living room, lifting Bucky’s arms to situate yourself back into your position on his lap. You popped the lid of the small tub and handed it to Bucky along with a spoon. With your hands now free, you felt around in the dark for the remote and turned on the TV.

Waiting for the TV to completely turn on, you ate a spoonful of ice cream. You hummed at the taste of the cold sweetness coating your tongue. You gasped as you opened your eyes, finding Bucky scooping out some ice cream and lowering it to your mouth.

“Oh wait, let me make this cuter!” you squealed with your eyes wide.

Copying Bucky’s actions, you took a spoonful and lifted it to his lips, the both of you opening wide and feeding each other. You giggled at the cliché moment and Bucky couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how adorable you were.

You turned back to the TV, lifting the remote in your hands to change the channel to anything but the news that was already playing on the screen. As you flipped through sports recaps, music channels, infomercials, and movies that were already almost over, you sighed.

“Ugh, there’s nothing good on. Maybe if I start from the end of the list there’ll be better stuff,” you huffed.

Before Bucky could register what you said you had already typed in the biggest number you could enter and began flipping down through channels. Surfing through the empty screens, you landed on one called HotNet and suddenly the screen was completely taken over by a pair of boobs which then cut to a woman on her back and a man on top of her, rutting into her at a slow pace, while her moans echoed throughout the apartment. You quickly shuffled with the remote, trying to turn the volume down from it’s loud setting, spooked at the loud, obscene noise coming from the speaker.

“Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting that,” you laughed into Bucky’s chest, “God, I hope your neighbors didn’t hear that.”

Bucky stared at the screen with wide eyes, hoping you would change the channel before noticing that the channel was in the On Demand section. You gasped through your laugh, collecting yourself before turning back to the TV and shaking your head.

“Jeez, I didn’t even know they still had porn like this on public television.” You looked back down at the remote, clicking the Guide button. Bucky’s heart stopped as the description took over the screen, the video still playing in the top right corner. In bold letters the words On Demand titled the card. Even worse, the bottom of the screen displayed a small box containing the information,

$19.99

purchased with debit card xxxx-9758

You furrowed your brows in confusion, realization slowly softening them, before a mischievous smirk took over your face. You lifted your head to look at Bucky, his face looked down at your lap, refusing to meet your eyes. You tapped the bottom of his chin with the remote, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“Did you order TV porn, Jamie?” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice, and you only ever used that nickname when joking around, yet Bucky still felt extremely embarrassed. He felt as if he just got walked in on while touching himself. It didn’t help that it was you that saw it, he wanted to crawl in a hole and never look back.

“Ah, you’re blushing,” you squealed as you took his cheeks in your hands, “oh come on, it’s not that embarrassing Bucky.”

“Ugh, can we please pretend you didn’t just see that,” Bucky groaned, closing his eyes to escape your stare. He set down the ice cream next to him and lifted his forearm over his eyes.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself and pushing up to swing your leg under you to the other side of his lap, you straddled him.

“Hey, it’s really not that bad. I mean we’ve had sex before Buck, I think you’d rather have me find this than Sam or someone else.” He let out another groan and lowered his head to lean against your neck.

“Angel, please don’t talk about Sam while you’re on top of me and there’s porn playing on the TV.”

You laughed and ran your hands down his arms, letting one of your hands run up behind his neck and weaving your fingers into his hair. You gripped the back of his head and gently tugged him back up to face you.

“Why,” you sang, deciding to have some fun with him in his flustered state, “is this turning you on?” you whispered the last part.

Before he could respond you leaned down and kissed him. You didn’t bother to start off slow as you usually would, Bucky could taste the hunger from every parting of your lips. His hands gripped your waist, you rocked your weight forwards to rub against him. Bucky’s head clouded, his senses felt overloaded in the best way possible, your movements mixed with the sounds of the moaning coming from the TV were getting him hot. You pulled back before getting too carried away, a smile on your swollen lips.

“So, baby, tell me about it.” You said. It was Bucky’s turn to furrow his brows and he cocked his head to the side in question, mind still foggy from the feeling of you grinding on him.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” you clarified, looking at him like you just asked what his favorite color was.

“Uhm, you want to know about that stuff?” Bucky looked at you with caution, feeling out if he should listen to you or not.

“Well, yeah. I mean I don’t know how it was back then, but most people nowadays watch porn. It’s not super taboo to talk about it,” you explained. You weren’t going to force him to talk about it if he really didn’t want to, but your desire to hear what Bucky was into was strong.

He hesitated for a moment, looking in your eyes and seeing curiosity clouded with lust. He cleared his throat.

“Well, pretty much this stuff,” he gestured with his hand to the TV before putting it back on your waist, “there’s this girl on there, she kinda looks like you, so I buy the videos with her.” He closed his eyes and internally groaned at his words, he didn’t mean to come off so perverted. God, you had already found his porn, the last thing he needed was for you to be thinking he was a creep.

“Y’know that’s actually kinda sweet,” you giggled, “what do you like about those videos?”

Feeling a bit more comfortable knowing you weren’t grossed out, Bucky continued.

“I like the ones where it’s dark and slow. It’s usually quiet and there’s candles and stuff,” he explained shyly. Of all the surprises that came with dating Bucky, you had to admit finding out he was into romantic porn was one of the biggest ones.

Bucky cleared his throat again before questioning you, “Do you watch porn?” He felt almost wrong asking that. He knew that women in this age were more sexually liberated, but the words still felt sticky in his mouth.

“Oh, yeah, of course I do.” Bucky seemed surprised at how casually you answered. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking you to go on.

“Well specifically, I actually really like the videos that are like this,” you said, your head looking down at you straddling him, he followed your gaze, taking in how nice you felt on his lap. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest. Your faces were so close your noses were almost touching. You could feel his rapid heart beat under your palm and the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Do you ever watch the ones that look like this, Bucky?” He looked up at you and nodded with wide eyes, his pupils were blown and his mouth was open like he was searching for the words to respond.

You grasped his jaw in your hand, your thumb on his chin, and looked him in the eyes. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but with the newfound knowledge you had, you took your time with your actions. Within the last five minutes, Bucky had revealed to you not only that he liked soft, romantic porn, but that he also watched a specific actress because she looks like you. The one goal in your head was to fulfill his fantasy the best you could at the moment.

With his head still in your hand, you held your eye contact as you let your knees move out, grinding yourself against his growing erection. He let out an involuntary whimper. That was the last straw. You pulled his face to yours, joining him in a hard, yet loving kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your chest against his, trying to get as close as possible.

Bucky’s dick was painfully hard. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of you on top of him. His body felt like it was on fire, he was insatiably horny and couldn’t control the way his hips bucked up to grind with you. He felt like a horny teenager the way his mind was filled only with images of you naked, imagining you like that on top of him like you were now.

You slipped your tongue past his lips, keeping your pace slow as you glided it across and bit at his lower lip. A moan made its way out of your mouth and into his as you felt him buck up against you.

You slid your hands down his chest, fumbling with the hem of his shirt before his arms raised, giving you access to peel it off him, throwing it up on the couch. Bucky kissed down your neck, licking over the shell of your ear, and sucking at the center of your throat. He reached down and slipped his hands under your shirt, sliding up and down your waist before gliding up and lifting your shirt over your head, discarding it with his.

Bucky wasted no time reaching around you and unclipping your bra and dragging it down your shoulders. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them with his large hands before bringing you into another tender kiss. Despite your frantic movements, there was a spark of passion cracking through the air, the both of you desperate to feel each other closer.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily and resting your forehead against his.

“I wanna make love to you, y/n, please, let me make love to you,” he groaned with a slight whine in his voice. He sounded like he was about to crack.

“Please, Bucky.”

You leaned back on your hands and lifted your hips, giving Bucky the room to pull down your shorts and panties in a few swift tugs. He quickly got up on his knees and pulled down his sweats and boxers, sitting back down and tugging them off his legs. You reached your arms forward, Bucky grabbing a hold of your wrists and pulling you back to straddle him again. You gasped at the feeling of his cock under your bare pussy, your wetness from all the grinding and kissing making you slide over him.

You leaned forwards, capturing his lips between yours and raising yourself up on your knees. Reaching under yourself, you gripped his cock, wet with your arousal, and lined him up with your cunt. Bucky gripped your hips as you sank down on him, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from rutting up into you. You stayed like that for a second, adjusting to the way he filled you. Seeing the remote lying on the floor, you grabbed it and slightly turned up the volume, only enough so that you and Bucky could hear the actress in the video being ravished by her co-star.

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you began to slowly move up and down over him, riding him just as you had told him you liked to watch. His hands moved up from your waist, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You let out a hiss as he rolled them between his fore finger and his thumb, tugging on and rubbing his thumbs over them. He reached around to grab your ass, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks and you used him to pleasure yourself.

You were a moaning mess over him and he wasn’t much different. The room was filled with the sounds of the porn playing on the TV mixed with the sounds of your own cries of pleasure. If the neighbors hadn’t been woken up by the TV, they sure were by you two.

Bucky sat back on his knees, his hands slid down to your thighs, moving your legs from under them and wrapping your legs around his back. His arms worked their way back up to wrap around your waist, bringing you ever so close. The new angle pushed him even deeper up into you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, giving you access to all the sweet, desperate sounds falling from his lips.

You were now pushing up with your feet behind him, rolling your hips over his. The new technique made your clit rub over his pelvis, the sensation making you throw your head back and let out a deep moan. He took the opportunity to continue kissing your neck, going lower with every lick and bite. He sucked at your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark in its place.

Suddenly, he was using his arms to lift you up, not pulling out of you, and laying you down on the blanket-covered floor. You instinctively locked your ankles together, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you. Bucky had his metal arm holding himself up while his flesh one squeezed your breasts, feeling them move with his thrusts. He lowered his head to your chest and licked one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it before taking it in between his lips and sucking. Your hands flew to the back of his head, singing praises as you wove your fingers into his hair. He continued to alternate between your breasts, leaving love bites around them and sucking on their sensitive peaks.

You could feel your body buzz with anticipation, you were so close. The moans escaping your mouth were lewd and uncontrolled. Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your waist, lifting your chest flush against his.

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss him. Nothing felt better than making love with Bucky felt. This was definitely not the first time you two had been intimate, but none of those previous times had ever been like this. You could feel the passion flowing through his body into yours. You looked up at his form over you, how beautiful he looked with the light of the TV screen glistening against the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was absolutely nothing in the world compared to having him, in all his beauty, to yourself like this.

Bucky’s heart was exploding in his chest. What had started out as an embarrassing, nightmare-fueled night had turned into the most intimate experience he ever had in his life. Love was already established in your relationship, but Bucky had never truly made love to you. He looked down in awe at your disheveled state, at the way your hair was sticking to your forehead, at the way the only light in the room gave you an angelic glow. He wanted nothing more than to give himself completely to you, to make you come all over him.

He leaned his forehead against yours, pushing his face forward once every few seconds to kiss you. He was close, and he wanted you to come with him. He leaned into you even more, his cheek pressed against yours, his lips next to your ear.

“I love you so much, y/n, God, you feel so good. I love you, I love you,” Bucky’s voice was deep and strained, his words being emphasized by each push into your wet pussy. You let out another loud moan.

“I love you, James,” you whined as he hit your sweet spot, “I love you so much.”

Bucky’s hand wedged itself in between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing it. You were completely overwhelmed, this is what it felt like to make love to someone. Your body began to shake and your breathing became erratic. Bucky thrusted harder, working to push you over the edge.

“I want you to come in me, Bucky,” you gasped as his thrusts got faster and lost their rhythm.

Your mouth turned open in a silent scream as you came. Bucky felt your walls clench around him, squeezing the life out of him. He let out a shaky groan as he fell over the edge. His eyes shut tight and his body tensed as he spilled into you.

Wrapping his metal arm around your back and securing your body to his, he rolled on his flesh shoulder onto his back. You went limp against him, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow down. He was still buried within you, connected to you. Letting your eyelids fall shut, you savored the feeling of being full of him and his love.

You lifted your head to kiss his jaw.

“I’m glad you called me, Bucky. I love you.”

“I am too, doll. I love you more.”

[soundlesslament]

So I wrote the scene of the final conversation between Revan and the Exile after Malachor. This option tied with "both" in the poll, so I decided to honor that by writing this one first, but also the other one afterwards. I love democracy. I have also gone back and given titles to the previous stories, and all these posts are now tagged 'KOTOR Story' to make them easier to find.

Note: The story is written from the Exile’s (Lysia) point of view.

» This Is Goodbye

“Are you awake?”

I turn my head at the sound, a sting to my eyes as I force them open. The lights of the medbay burn. Colors and shadows melt into each other, ambient sounds mixing with sight, the entirety of the room taking too long to come into focus.  

Standing by the door, opposite my bed, is Revan. She leans back against the wall, arms crossed, having foregone the customary armor in favor of simpler dark-colored robes. My muddled thoughts make me question if she is a hallucination - I do not feel her presence. The energy that always gathers around her, flaring like a beacon, is nowhere to be seen.

“Awake? I think so.” I do my best to sit up in bed, twisting the covers beneath my fingers as if that would ease the pain spreading across my body. My mind suddenly jolts with recollection. “The battle- Malachor. What happened?”

"It is over,” Revan confirms. She pushes herself from the wall, stepping forward. “You did well. I expect we will have a formal surrender in a few hours."

My shoulders drop in relief. It is over, I repeat to myself. This war will at last come to an end. For a second, I feel at peace.

And a second later, it all breaks apart.

Flashing memories cut through the haze, each stabbing like a blade. Destruction, suffering, death. My comrades falling before my eyes. Darkness.

"No. Something went wrong," I rush out the words. "There was too much damage. Our troops-"

"It went as it should have."

Her matter-of-fact tone shifts my gaze to her. She meets it with an impassive expression. A terrible feeling I cannot describe pushes aside all the pain, and my voice comes out like a trembling whisper, ”Revan, what did you do?”

She tilts her head to one side as if just asked a nonsensical question, before giving into a smirk.

“I won.”

For a moment, I forget how to breathe. I try to better focus on Revan through the blur, the back of my mind clinging to some desperate, foolish hope that this woman is not my old friend.

She stands still and collected, as if guessing my thoughts and waiting my appraisal. Her eyes are pale and colorless - were they not blue before? - but the spirit behind them is the same, cleverness and strength and determination shining through. My thoughts tying themselves into knots, I can only lower my head in defeat.

"We are not done yet." Revan shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You said-"

"The next target is the Republic. I am sure you agree they have more than proved their inefficiency. It is their time to fall."

All at once, the reality of the situation explodes within me. My vision is overwhelmed by pain and by tears, my body both hurts and feels senseless, my soul aches and yet feels empty.

"This is wrong." My throat burns as I speak. "Why are you- I will not- I cannot allow you to do this!"

"Threats are not so effective when you seem more dead than alive."

"Please, there is still time. Whatever you are planning, don't-'' I nearly choke on my words and my tears. And yet from the corner of my eye, I see Revan only sneers at my pleas. I know she will not listen to me, that she will not give up - when has she ever? My heart clenches. "We should never have come."

Revan scoffs out a laugh. Cold. Cruel. "Are you agreeing with the Council now?"

"Maybe I am. I only wanted to help those who were suffering, and now look at what we have done," I tell her. "Look at you."

"Crawl back to your masters and beg for forgiveness, then," she says, with a voice so disdainful I can hardly recognize it. There is a finality in her tone that crushes whatever is left of me. "Goodbye, Lysia."

Like a broken, listless doll, I say nothing as she turns and walks away, throwing her last words without looking back.

"Let us hope we do not meet again."