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#// tired eyes that view you; a familiar ache in your chest
bloodredhands · 9 months
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This armour has no right looking this good on this man, I swear.
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chastiefoul · 1 year
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seeing you cry for the first time
characters: xiao, zhongli, scara, cyno, alhaitham, kaeya.
tags: fluff and comfort
a/n: idk why writing this makes me sad, like sad sad | also if you notice that it gets noticeably shorter as you go on, no you don't!!
Xiao
Xiao is everywhere but also nowhere. It’s pretty hard for him to keep you at arms-length when he’s always up and about doing his duty to protect a nation—not that you couldn’t handle yourself, he’s just worried. Although no matter what, he always succeeded in finding you with the biggest smile on your face, greeting him when he returns. So when one day the Wangshuu Inn felt a little quiet, he spots you with your hands on the railing, little whimpers filled the silence.
Is that animal noises? He thought while approaching you when he saw your shoulders shook lightly. “Hey,” he spoke, scaring you out of your skin. You thought he wouldn’t be there that day, you’d just wanted to feel the night breeze until this wave of sadness and exhaustion gushes over you. It felt comfortable there, like Xiao was with you, and to think he’s actually there.
“Xiao!” You claimed, without turning your back unsure that you could keep it together at the sight of his face. Xiao who’s been expecting to be greeted by that smile of yours, teleported right beside you in a flash. You quickly wiped your tears and offered him a little smile. “You’ve been crying,” he said, unconfident on his own tone. As if confirming the event that’s clearly just unfolding right before his eyes.
He timidly hold your hand. “Why?” He peered, worriedly. “Oh it’s nothing, I’m just tired,” the same smile was on your face, yet it strangely made the yaksha’s chest ache. For you who’s always smiling so happily, isn’t it fine once a while to be sad?
“I’ll listen if you want to talk,” he said, a bit awkwardly if you may add. At his clumsy kindness you could not help but chuckle. “Thank you, Xiao.”
Zhongli
As warm and gentle as the sunshine. Perhaps that’s a phrase he will use if people asked him what kind of person are you, as we all knew, the former geo archon has a knack for exaggeration. One peaceful night as he made his way to his usual route of his daily walk, he spotted a familiar figure on the docks looking far ahead into the view of the moon.
He felt himself smiling at the sight of you. Ah, what a funny thought. When did such childish feelings had harbored so liberally in my chest?
Yet, he stopped his step abruptly when he saw you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands. The leisure steps he’s taken quickly turns into a hasty one in approaching you. “Dear?” He cautiosly called. It was obvious that you didn’t really want people to know what you’re doing. There was a solid minute of silence with your back still facing him. You hoped to god—though it’s futile since the ‘god’’s standing right behind you—that he didn’t have an idea that you’ve been crying and he’s just calling out to you because he saw you here. “Zhongli? What brings you here?”
He sighed at the response, seeing that you rather chose to hide your feelings before him. “It’s rather uncouth to not see the other party face when speaking, no?” He said, although he made no effort whatsoever to force you to face him. You turned your back unwillingly, wishing that the dimness of the moonlight hid your expression. You glanced at him, eyes still wet from tears. Zhongli would have to be stupid if he did not realize you’ve been crying.
He took of one his glove, the tip of his finger wiped the tears residue on your bottom lashes. He saw your bottom lips quiver and he felt a scratch on his heart. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked gently, bringing you into a warm embrace. “Maybe later.” You hugged him back, closing your eyes at the comfort. “Of course, anything for you.” He said, consoling. And as the nightfall continued, Zhongli just stayed with you, kissing your temple and the top of your head as a constant reassurance.
Cyno
Contrary of the nice breeze as you’re sitting on a peaceful field at the outskirt of Sumeru, your feelings that evening were in disarray. You lied down, letting the tears fall freely as you cover your eyes with the back of your arm. You bit your lips, preventing any further sob coming out from out of your mouth. You heard a gentle rustle beside you, guessing it was some small harmless animal was your best guest. Then you went to uncover your face, you saw a familiar face sitting beside you.
“Cyno?” You sat up immediately, recalling if you promised to meet him that day. He said nothing for a while then brought your head to his lap. “Cry it out if it makes you feel better. I’ll be here.” His gentle smile washes over your worry, you cried once again but somehow the slight smile on your face refused to leave your side. He did not say anything else after that, he didn’t need to. You know he’s there, as he comb your hair back occasionally, probably telling you to take as much time as you need.
Scaramouche/Wanderer
He can be pretty out of touch with people’s emotions, however seeing your crying face somehow put a horrible itch on the inside of his chest. He brought you to his arms, “Why are you making such an ugly expression?” Contrary to the harsh words, his hold was the gentlest as it’s ever been, his right hand led your head to lean on his shoulder. “Just don’t get snot on my clothes.” He added, as if to distract you from the kind gesture he just did. “I.. already did,” you sobbed softly. “Damn it,” he cursed, although it’s obvious that was an empty bark, since he kept patting your back slowly like consoling a child. Like something he managed learn from someone, once.
Alhaitham
He really wasn’t sure what to do, but one thing for sure that he was willing to do anything to stop anything that makes you cry like this. He kissed the tears away gently, hovering a second longer before pulling away, “Who?” He asked curtly, though you understood what he meant. You shook your head, “No one,” another tear escaped, Alhaitham cupped your cheek with his palm, his thumb wiped the under of your eye. “Then what?” He continued. You nuzzled into the touch of his palm, putting your own hand atop of his. “It’s nothing too, just stay with me for a while,” you said. He calmed down, hearing the urgence of your voice. His heart throbbed, at the thought of not being able to do anything as you cried the sadness away. Truly, he hoped to never experience it again.
Kaeya
“What’s hurting?” He said gently, while rubbing a soothing gesture on your back. “I don’t know,” you manage to answer. “Seems like my lover has had quite the rough day,” he kissed the crown of your head, continuing to say sweet words to cheer you up throughout. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He kept repeating in whispers, he didn’t leave your side even for a second.
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ohthewh0rror · 5 months
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SECRET.
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˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — You don’t want to hide yours and theo’s relationship.
Pairing: Theo Nott X Reader
Word Count: 894
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‘Where is that damn book,’ you thought to yourself, eyes scanning through the row of books in front of you. You were just about to give up, figuring someone must have checked it out, when a hand came to rest gently in the middle of your back. Immediately, your head whipped to the right, ready to give said person a piece of your mind. But, your mouth shut as quickly as it opened when a familiar head of brown hair came into view.
Theo only gave you a glance before looking back at the books in front of him, the hand that was once on your back was now by his side, his knuckles lightly brushing yours, “find what you’re looking for?”. His words were barely above a whisper, and you wondered which one of his friends were nearby to have him acting like this. “No,” was the only answer you gave him, frustration leaking through your tone. Taking a glance at him from the corner of your eye, you saw a smile trying to creep onto his face.
“You think anyone will notice if I stole a kiss from you?” He asked, voice still barely above a whisper as his slender fingers plucking a random book off the shelf. Your face felt hot as a blush crept across your cheeks at the question, you were about to answer him when you heard Draco’s voice cut through the silence, asking Theo if he was done. He gave Draco a curt, “yeah,” leaving you with a parting nod goodbye.
It wasn’t until later that day you saw him again. You were on the way to your dorm, having just said goodbye to your friends. All you could hear was your shoes dragging against the cool stone of the castle, taking your time getting back to the opening of your common house. As you walked, alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed about how you spent your day. You’d wanted to see Theo, but the only time you’d run into him today was at the library.
You weren’t sure why you and Theo hadn’t gone public with your relationship yet. The two of you had been together for 6 months now, but not a single soul besides you and him knew. Maybe you could ask him about coming clean when you see him again. You were tired of hiding! You wanted to be able to kiss him whenever, go on dates to Hogsmeade, hold his hand in between classes, or even just openly talk to him. Anything would be better than sneaking around, pretending the two of you didn’t know each other.
You must have been deeper in thought than you realized because when a hand wrapped around your wrist, spinning you around to face them, you let out a short yelp. Your other hand instinctively came up to hit the offending person, but they caught you by your wrist before you could. As your brain registered who grabbed you, your body sagged in relief. Theo’s laugh echoes through the hall, as you take a deep breath to calm your racing heart.
Never in your short time of knowing Theo did you think you’d ever feel the urge to hit him, but as you looked at the stupid smile on his face, you almost couldn’t help yourself. “You almost scared me to death!” You exclaimed, ripping your wrist out of his grasp. The smile never left Theo’s face as the hands that were just restraining you came back to cup your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss. Your hands came to rest on his chest, attempting to push him away, so you could tear him a new one, but he pulled you back in as soon as you pushed him away.
“I missed you today,” you confessed once he pulled away. Theo’s expression softened, his thumbs running over the fat of your cheeks as he took your words in, “and I miss you, love.” If there was any better opportunity to bring up wanting to go public it was now, but the words seem to get caught in your throat, causing you to go quiet. Theo eyed your face, waiting on you to speak. The patience he had with you made your chest ache with a growing feeling of love for him. Your feelings were growing more serious by the day, you needed to tell him you wanted to go public, to see if he was feeling the same as you.
Deciding to just ‘rip the band-aid off’, you told him, “I want to tell our friends we’re together.” Theo’s relaxed expression morphed into one of mild surprise, not having expected you to tell him that. His surprise didn’t last long as a smile stretched across his face, “I’d love that.”
You didn’t know how Theo was going to let his friends know, but when you walked into the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast, what you didn’t expect was Theo to be waiting for you on the other side of the entrance. Grabbing your hand, he brought you to the Slytherin table. Stopping in front of his small group of friends, he introduced you to them, “this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”
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miinatozakiii · 6 months
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birthday surprise
im nayeon x fem!reader ; suggestive, fluffy-ish
synopsis: in which nayeon wakes up with a familiar body on hers and she's about to change the trajectory of this friendship so hard.
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a/n: something short for my girl, it's her birthday after all ;-)
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nayeon stirs awake and there’s a throbbing sensation in her head.
her tired eyes open slowly, though they’re not even fully open since she’s squinting; courtesy of the annoyingly bright light that seeps in through the blinds. her vision is fuzzy and she squeezes her eyes back shut with a small graon, then rubs them slowly and sets both hands that had rubbed her drowsy eyes down back down.
nayeon feels something strange—her hands land on something, or, someone.
now that her senses have woken up a bit, she realizes that she is definitely not alone—realizing that there’s a whole person on her as she peeks through her squinted eyes and sees a bundle of messy hair and a squished face, as well as a glimpse of the top of someone’s bare back and shoulders. from the way that person feels on nayeon’s skin, she can tell that they’re both not wearing anything from the feeling of a pair of tits squished onto her warm skin. nayeon can feel the person breathing slowly as their chest heaves up and down against her body, and she feels their arm loosely wrapped around her waist.
nayeon groans quietly and shifts a little, much to the disappointment of whoever is on top of her because she feels them groan into her skin and hold on tighter.
initially, she hadn’t worried too much about who was on top of her naked, she was too tired to really process that. her careless self just figured she got too drunk and hot—last night had been her early birthday party—maybe she fell asleep with a friend (it hadn’t occurred to her that it would be quite odd for friends to sleep together naked, but the ache in her head was enough to stop her from thinking logically.)
“five more minutes… please…” the person on her groans lazily and it makes nayeons heart stop.
the low pitch and tone of the voice is awfully familiar, too familiar.
when nayeon looks down to get a better look at the person on her, she makes sure to blink once—then twice—and when she gets a good view of the recognizable dark hair and sharp features on this person, she gets up hurriedly with a small gasp.
“y/n?” she practically shrieks from surprise.
there is no fucking way nayeon had fucked her roommate, there was no way that the person who would scold her for coming home late and not doing the dishes she tried to get out of doing fucked her.
oh, but the evidence was right in front of her.
you get up quickly from the sound of her voice, almost as if someone had told you that your class would start in five minutes and you had to be there immediately. your eyes are rubbed by your large, vascular hands aggressively and hurriedly, then you blink twice and you seem to have the same horrifying realization—you rush to cover your exposed chest with the nearest pillow.
“shit,” you say, fully awake now.
the two of you stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, processing the possibility that you two might’ve fucked.
the “might’ve” quickly turned into a “definitely” after seeing the dark, red marks on each others bodies and necks—they were hickeys no doubt. the hue of your guys’ cheeks rivals the marks on your bodies, crimson and flushed.
“did we fuck?” nayeon says in disbelief, looking at the dark hickeys on your (incredibly toned) shoulder.
“what the hell do you think?” you scoff, heart beating out your chest. you’re trying to keep your eyes off her, but fuck is it hard to do that when her extremely alluring body is out on display. your eyes dart around the bed to try and ignore the tempting curve of her hips down to her ass, and you spot a familiar shirt; one of the shirts that you had gotten from your university for free, and it's a little creased—probably from whatever happened last night.
nayeon looks down to her bare thighs, they’re marked.
“shit,” nayeon mumbles as she looks down, “were you hungry or something?”
your cheeks flush even more, and you might have a fever from how hot your face and body are—though her words ease the tension and nervousness flowing throughout your bodies.
“i know you’re not talking,” you retort, looking at your scratched-up back from the small mirror in her room as you put on a shirt. “it looks like a fucking lion clawed me or something.”
“do you see my legs?”
“oh shut up, i must’ve topped you so fucking good for you to have scratched half my skin off.” you groan, wincing at the sudden pain in your back (which, you can’t lie, is really hot despite the annoyance in your tone.
nayeon is glad that there’s not much awkwardness regardless of the evidence of her and her roommate fucking, and she’s a bit disappointed that she can’t remember much of the details, because she might’ve been checking you out and eyefucking you for the past month.
“whatever,” nayeon rolls her eyes. she looks you up and down; from your flushed face to your lower body. nayeon smiles to herself and moves closer to you, making your breath hitch as her eyes are overtaken with lust and mischief; she’s plotting something dangerous and you know it.
“you know, y/n.” she starts, looking at the obvious nervousness that takes over your whole body. you gulp lightly, but it’s noticeable and nayeon laughs at how adorable it is, how she already has you under her spell; she’s already seducing you and usually you’d complain, but it’s too early for this.
“what is it now?” you sigh, though it comes out uncertain and shaky due to nayeon dragging her  finger from the bottom of your neck to your jaw. a chill is present in your spine.
“it’s my birthday today,” nayeon smirks.
“and?”
“you wanna give me another present?” she says, leaning closer to you. there’s a familiar desire that runs through your body. you look from her lips back to her dilated pupils, she looks at you with need.
you laugh at her softly and decide to give in, “are you always horny?”
“are you always so stubborn?” she says with a tinge of annoyance, you’re so extra with your comments and she’s growing impatient. she just needs to have you now that she’s sober.
although you’re a bit skeptical about how this will affect your relationship, you can’t not give her a birthday present. not when she’s already naked and drawing you in like a magnet. she’s visibly been ruined by you the night before—it can’t hurt to ruin her some more, you think.
she deserves a little birthday special, maybe a couple more marks on her skin.
you roll your eyes and move to press your lips against hers, you can feel her smirking against you.
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winterarmyy · 9 months
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Behind The Facades | Part III
An unrequited pining over a certain super soldier.
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Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III (end)
Words: 1.9k++
Pairing: avenger!bucky x female!reader
Warnings: near assault, bickering, mini(i think?) grovelling, tiny fluff and of course what else than angst.
P/S: Thank you so much for your support from previous chapters! At first, I didn't plan to make this a mini series at all, but here we are. Anyway, enjoy!
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Y/N wished that she could live up to her own expectations. That she would enjoy every second of this date. But who was she kidding?
How was she supposed to be present in the moment and savour the wonderful dinner or relish the breath-taking scene of glimmering city lights through the windows at their table, when all she could ever think of was Bucky?
Bucky.
Bucky.
That god damn son of a bitch, Bucky.
She felt suffocated by both anger and pain. Completely distracted by the thought of him.
"I can't do this." Y/N abruptly stood on her feet as she confessed her truth. She paced and paced, despite the voice of Daniel calling out her name from behind.
She could barely hear him, or maybe she shuts it down on purpose because she can't afford having more thoughts in her spiralling mind.
She only realized that she was out when the sound of the hustle bustle of the city invades her hearing. She stood still for a while, wondering if she let her feet takes her away, where will she ended up then.
Before she could walk away any further, she felt a grip on her arms, pulling her to the alleyway besides the building. It was surprisingly dark and eerie even with the lively lights of the city leaking through the ends of it.
Considering he was an agent of SHIELD, he does have a quick reflex when he managed to grab both of her wrists and pinned her to the wall.
Honestly, she wasn't completely oblivious at Daniel's physical advances throughout the night; hands hovering over her ass when he lead the way, fingers grazing her thighs through the slit of her dress.
They were subtle but still relentless.
"Just where the fuck do you think you're going?" Daniel seethed in her ears, his impatient breaths huffed in between her neck.
"Oh, for fuck sake." She sighed with a slight annoyance in her undertone. She was really tired of everything at this point. Especially when this fool who thought he could throw her around like a ragdoll.
Y/N managed to twist her hands free from his grasps as her knee raised towards his defenseless crotch. However, the hit never happened, as a familiar black and gold metal hand wrapped tightly around Daniel's neck.
In a split second, Bucky had Daniel up against the opposite wall, head slamming into the hard crooked bricks of the building. Loud cluttering sound of the empty steel cans echoed down the alleyway, almost drowning Daniel's strained groans.
Although Y/N was not able to see Bucky's face, but she could imagine the cold grim in his eyes when the grit of his voice growled, "Touch my girl again and you'll see what Hydra had made of me."
She averted her eyes down to the dark and murky color of the ground when a strike of pain ached within her chest.
She hates it when he acknowledged Hydra's label on him.
A weapon. A monster.
It's imbrute and dehumanizing.
Her view didn't change its imagery until a pair of black combat boots entered the picture. She lifted her gaze just to spat at her saviour, "I could've handled him myself."
Bucky's eyes soften as a proud smile appeared on his lips, "I know, doll."
Very contrast to his gentle expression, Y/N's face was rigid and irritated. Ironically, they were imitating each other's default guise.
Y/N rolled her eyes before pushing him aside and started to walk away, leaving Bucky alone in the dark alleyway. Though her attempt was unsuccessful when Bucky managed to grab a hold on her wrist, "Wait, y/n."
She halted but refused to look back, "No. So, can you let go of my hand now?" her hands bundled into fists as she try to hold back her wrath.
Though the sidewalk was not crowded with people, in fact it was nearly empty, however she didn't want to make a scene.
"Please, hear me out." Bucky pleaded.
At least, she tried to keep it in.
Y/N yanked her hand from his, "Why the fuck should I listen to you, Bucky?!" she snapped, eyes flashing with fury.
Bucky was honestly not prepared for this, he went here without thinking of a plan to coax her. He ran to her with a sole purpose of telling her the truth, and Y/N yelling at him is not helping his nervous wreck,  "Because..bec.."
Growing impatient to his hesitation, she fumed even more, "What?! Just what is it that you want from me Buck--"
And then all loud sounds of the roaring rage in her head suddenly fell into complete silence when she felt his lips on hers.
The sensory within her skin abruptly heighten, becoming sensitive to Bucky's contrasting touch on her cheeks; hot and cold in either side as he cupped her face in his palms.
His soft lips, his intoxicating scent, his desperate touch.
Everything was too overwhelming for her short-circuited brain to process an appropriate response; in fact any type of response.
So when she let her body go on auto-pilot she found herself leaning forward, craving for more of the delicious friction.
It was a short lived moment of deafening sound of her own beating heart thundering in joy and excitement before the noises of rationality came rushing back to her.
Y/N ripped herself away in complete shock and panic, "Wh--what" even she herself was lost for words.
What have she done?
She pushed Bucky harshly she shouted, "Why? Why did you--? Y-you have a girlfriend, Bucky! You have Gail!"
God, how could she kissed her friend's boyfriend?
"I can't believe you just kiss me knowing that." And she reeled into the pure anxiety.
Bucky's pleads sounded muffled as her mind spiralled in guilt and shame. He grabbed her by the side of her arms before briefly pulling her back into reality, "Listen to me, y/n"
Y/N ran her hands through her hair, gripping it in her fists as her mind turned into complete chaos, "No, god this is wrong." He could hear panic in her trembling voice.
Bucky snapped as he yelled, "y/n, we broke up!"
There was a pause in time and air. Her body frozen as his words seemed to infinitely repeated in her ears. Head slowly turning towards Bucky; finally giving him the attention he demanded.
She just blankly stared at his truthful eyes with her own pair, wide open.
"He's bluffing. He's just making excuses."
"Bullshit! You looked very much in love last time I saw you, which let me remind you, it was few hours ago!"
Bucky thought about it for awhile before he replied,  "It's hard to explain everything now but she wanted to end it, for my sake." He paused. "...It's over."
He was not lying. Y/N knew that; she could hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes. He was telling the truth. But, it didn't make sense; why why why.
Gail was perfect for Bucky. He needs someone like her. He deserves that type of love that she gave; soft and tender.
"No no no. That can't be it. W-why the fuck are you here then? You gotta get to her Bucky! You're not suppose to here. Not with me. Go before it's too late--"
He is worthy of someone who's completely unbreakable, someone that can stay with him even at the darkest times, someone that won't see him as a weapon, but a human being.
Someone who will love him unconditionally.
Because, Bucky of all people, deserves to be loved.
"You don't mean that, y/n"
It hurts Bucky to see that Y/N thought she was unfit for a place in his heart, when she literally owns it. It pained him that she keeps putting up this facade that she unable to see her true self.
It burns her heart to let him go but that shows how far she was willing to sacrifice for Bucky, "I do. I mean it.." she can feel her tears pooling in her eyes, "You deserv--"
"Stop lying to me. Stop lying to yourself." Bucky couldn't understand she keeps pushing him away. If he truly deserve to love someone then why can't it be her?
"Lying?"
Y/N find it harder to breathe as her chest tightens. Did he see right through her? Her voice trembled as she struggled to let the words out,  "I..I'm not lying."
Bucky almost scoffed in disbelief, "You think I didn't noticed it, y/n?"
All those masks she hides in. Behind the facades she wore so boldly, so willingly. Hurting herself over and over everytime she had to put up a brave face.
No.
He made her do that.
If he was honest from the beginning then things wouldn't turn out like this. She wouldn't suffer as she did. She never needed to.
"And fuck was I so stupid to turn a blind eye on you for the sake of keeping you." Bucky was breathless with anger. A rage towards himself; for his foolishness.
"Do you know why I get together with Gail?" Bucky felt as if his chest was burning, searing with flames, that if this goes any further then his heart will turn to ashes.
But Y/N deserve the truth even though he knows he need to admit his shameful doings,  "Because she reminds me so much of you. Warm, gentle and so unconditionally kind. And I let myself fooled by the illusion of you that I saw in her."
"I'm a bad man y/n. I hurt her. And I hurt you. Fuck, I hurt everyone around me." His eyes stung to think how effortlessly he destroy every single person he love; as if he was designed to do so.
"I know that I deserve every single curse and scrutiny that come my way. I've always known that."
"But for once in my fucked up life," his voice betrayed him by revealing its' stuttering form, "...I also know that I am lucky to have the chance to love someone as unforgivingly enchanting as you."
There was a brief pause where the air was still and soundless; reserved for the painful sounds of their breath.
His raw emotions was laid out unfiltered in a form of streaming tears across his cheeks, "I won't ask for your love in return." He reached his hand to hers and held it dearly, "All I ask is for your forgiveness."
His eyes searched her soul, willing her to bare with him a little longer, "Because god I can't lose you. I can't."
Bucky felt like he was drowning; as he was 70 years ago at the Austrian Alps. The unbareable emotions rushed in like the frozen waters that filled his lungs.
Panic. Shame. Regret.
Y/N never thought she could come this far.
She thought she would able to lift the weight; and with the long record of success, she thought she wouldn't able to break.
But after all, she was just a human and there will always be a limit to where she will end up at.
What's the point of pretending when the person she loves is as miserable as her?
The tripedation of her only give false signals to Bucky; this is it, he was losing her.
But, there it was, the forgiving embrace he longed for. In her arms the world stopped still on its axis. He felt her body pressed in, soft and warm. This was the love he'd waited for, prayed for. Bucky's shaky hands roamed from the side of her waist before his arms crossed behind her, squeezing her closer, tighter.
How could she not forgive him? When he had pour all of him as he did.
There was no time, no wind, no sound. Just the heat of their body against each other. The melody of their heartbeats intertwining. Bucky's mind was at peace. So was hers.
No more more pretending.
No more putting on act.
She settled into the crook of his neck and whispered so soft and quiet that some won't be able to hear but Bucky did.
"I love you, too."
End.
<< Part II
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silentium-symphony · 7 months
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Starved (Link x Reader) SMUT
(a/n) link smut link smut link smut li--shot this is very NSFW, so minors please do not interact.
click here for a completely accidental sequel... ;)
cw: afab!reader, wife!reader being a silly lil goose (an Anser gooficia if you will), a nice homecooked meal :), teasing heh, quickly followed by--oh fuck oh shit wait what the fu, link gets rough, also he’s got a DIRTY MOUTH—loosely had wild in mind but i think any of the chain can work here (except for wind ofc), cute nicknames, breeding kink towards the end shhh
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♤♢ ~~ ♡♧
Link's eyes blurred in and out, battling the heavy droplets that hammered his lashes. The foreign meadows that wrapped him and Epona had begun rolling into familiar hills, which sent a flicker of warmth in his shivering chest.
He was almost there. Almost home.
Thoughts of his beloved wife wanting waiting for him spurred him forward. He clicked his tongue and Epona hastened her pace. Link stroked his loyal steed’s muscular neck with love and gratefulness, making a mental note that she was due for a buffet of freshly-picked apples when they get back. He cooed in her ear, laughing at the lighthearted (albeit very tired) whinny he got in response.
The dim glimmer of a house dotted the horizon. As far as his mind was concerned he was already home, wrapping you up in his rain-logged arms and deluging you with kisses and promises to make up for lost time. If he thought hard enough, he could smell that familiar meat and veggie stew you know he loves so much and feel your hands run up his back with heated gasps through his hair by the fireplace, drying him of the rain.
And he was starving. Gods, he needed real food. It had been pouring nonstop for the past few days, and he hadn't eaten a proper meal since the last town he visited (how many days has it been?). If he had to snack on one more apple he was gonna lose it (though Epona would disagree).
The steady steed clopped up the hill, hooves sinking into the mud and slick as she dutifully carried her rider up the steep slope. Her neck whipped back and forth, almost sallying herself to keep going. She saw a familiar roof come into view as well as her (sadly empty) trough. No matter. He would surely fix her a good meal before retiring her for the night.
Link could barely withold his excitement as the top of his door peaked past the hill. He steered Epona into her stable, dismounted, and carefully removed her tack, pressing appreciative nuzzles into her neck. She pawed the ground, motioning at her trough and Link supplied her with an extra hefty helping of dry hay.
Your ears perked up at the high-pitched whinny from outside and you immediately looked out your window. A thick curtain of droplets racing down the glass obscured your vision. You sighed, turning your attention to the ladle lazily mixing the stew. The strong, hearty aroma of the thick, bubbling concoction got you recounting the time you presented the meal to your then-lover Link. You've joked that this is the dish that convinced him to marry you (though he denies such a thing, stating that he would have married you regardless). You smiled desolately at the distant memory and focused your eyes on a log that had collapsed in the fire.
Four knocks broke the silence and your body stiffened. You slowly turned towards the door, hands sweating and heart catapulting to your throat. Could it be...?
Four knocks rang louder this time and you felt your body flinging to the oaken barrier. Your taut fingers knotted around the door handle and you cracked it open.
"Link!!!"
You crashed into each other, gripping each other like a sweet, fleeting dream. You buried your face in his chest, not caring that the soaked fabric was clinging to your skin.
“I’ve missed you…” You looked up to meet soft, adoring eyes and you reached up to sink a deep kiss onto his lips. He almost staggered backward, feeling his knees turn to jelly from the sensation. The ache from countless nights of merely remembering this feeling dissipated instantly and he wrapped you closer to him.
The clamor of violent bubbling ripped your attention from your beloved as you saw the contents of the pot begin to boil over.
"Agh! No!" You slipped from his arms and attended to your sobbing stew, wiping its tears away with your apron and stirring it quickly. Link stepped in, basking in the warmth and the smells of home. He missed this. He missed you.
As much as he wanted to just collapse into your arms or on the couch, he stayed in place, not wanting to tarnish the recently cleaned floors. He had been married to you long enough to know what the floors looked like when cleaned, and how much you hated the muddy footprints he would accidentally leave behind. So he waited, feasting his eyes on your swaying figure.
You took the pot off the fire and set it down on the dining table. You looked up.
"What're you doing over there? Come here!"
He hesitated, cautious eyes flitting to the floor and his little island of a doormat. You laughed, heart warming at the level of care he had for your domestic efforts. How did you get so lucky?
You ran to get the fluffiest towel you owned and threw it over his head, lightly scrunching and ruffling his locks into the fabric. You didn't comment on the blush spreading on his cheeks or the stiff shuffle he had to do to hide the growth in his pants, instead allowing a small, knowing smirk to grace your lips.
Despite your ardent adoration for your husband, you hated how long he had to be away from home. While not his fault by any means, you couldn't help the growing desire to... tease him as 'punishment' for all the cold, lonely nights you spent in your shared bed.
Your hands found the hem of his shirt and in one smooth motion threw it over his head and onto the floor (noting to clean it up later). He gasped, his mind barely processing what just happened as you wrapped the towel behind his back and pulled him closer to you. You rubbed his sides, patted his torso, and traced the V-shaped outline that led down his groin. He shivered, barely holding back a whine, and blue eyes met your doe ones hungrily. You knew what you were doing. You knew exactly what you were doing.
An innocent smile splayed your lips as your hands lowered, gripping the elastic of his pants and tugging slightly downwards. An audible noise left his mouth and a hand flew to cover your own--not to stop you, but just out of sheer shock. You stepped back, lips still pulled into an oblivious lil' grin.
"Be right back. I'm gonna grab you a new pair of pants."
You skipped away from your steaming husband, leaving him half naked and with thoughts of you writhing underneath him, begging for sweet release that brought him happiness.
:)
Still feigning faux naïveté, you handed him a pair of warm, dry pants and pulled out his favorite chair. You turned around, oh so conveniently remembering to grab the bowls and spoons and such from the cupboard (just long enough for your husband to change clothes). The "suck-pop" of wet feet leaving wetter boots and the shuffle of moving fabric ceased, signaling that it was safe for you to turn around. You placed a bowl, a spoon, a handkerchief, and a mug of water at your respective places on the table. You accessorized the pot of stew with a basket of freshly baked bread; you finally sat down and clasped your hands in thanks to Hylia for bringing your husband back safe and sound.
You immediately dug in, one of you much more voracious than the other. You amusedly slid the handkerchief closer to the occupied Link, whose cheeks were packed with meat and bread. He eyed you thankfully and lightly tapped his mouth of stains, swallowing and sighing contentedly.
"When was the last time you had eaten?" You asked, just now noticing his slightly hollowed cheeks.
His refusal to meet your gaze wrought your stomach with worry.
"Link..." You sighed, reaching for and rubbing his wrist. "My love, you can't skip meals like that..."
"It had been a few days since I last checked into an inn," he started, "and the rain has kept me from getting a fire going."
"What about the snacks I packed for you?"
He slipped an empty sack onto the table, a scatter of crumbs proof to be the last remnants of the previously plentiful cornucopia. A pitying look tinged your features and you squeezed his hand.
"That's okay, love. So long as you're here, I'll cook whatever you want!"
A wicked idea crossed his mind, contrasting the affectionate smile he flashed you.
"Thank you, (F/N). Actually, I have been craving something... sweet lately. Is there anything quick you can whip up?"
"Hm... Something sweet and qui-- Oh! That could work!"
You hurriedly finished the rest of your bowl's contents and immediately went to work on a recipe your friends recently told you about.
"A couple days ago, my friends were telling me about this thing called a 'mug cake.' It's exactly how it sounds--it's a cake in a mug!" You were so excited over the sugary innovation that you hadn't noticed the tall figure sauntering over to you. "Let me see if I can find the recipe... I know I wrote it down somewhere..."
A pair of arms snaked about you and rubbed shallow circles into your hips, eliciting a breathy gasp from your mouth. His nose buried itself into your hair, filling his lungs with your scent. He picked up traces of tonight’s dinner but it combined so pleasantly with your natural, sugary scent. He gently pressed your body against the countertop. Skillful hands prodded your inner thigh as his face fell to your neck, nibbling the soft flesh and drawing the cutest mewls out of you.
"I know what you were doing earlier." His voice reverberated against your neck, sorting your thoughts into a hazy mess. "And I am to return your teasing tenfold."
The hand on your thigh slipped in between your legs, dragging his fingertips along the edges of your undergarments. Your goosebumps tickled his chin and you threw your head back, a needy whine leaving your quivering form. He slotted his tented heat between you, slowly, lightly, teasingly thumbing the wet spot that had begun to stain your underwear.
You grinded your hips against his fingerpad, the rubbing of wet fabric and his fingers rocking your mind with unspeakable pleasures.
"I've hardly done anything to you and you're already so wet for me..." He purred, hands reaching for your chest. "Now, be a good girl and spread your legs."
You blindly followed his simple command, shuffling your legs to allow better access for his hand. His digits continued their sinful ministrations, your sloppy cunt filling the kitchen with lewd noises. His other hand cupped your breasts, his palm sinking, digging into the soft flesh. Your mouth opened to let out a gasp, quickly turning into a yelp when Link began sucking not so gently on your neck. He teethed and tongued the same spot until you felt your poor skin bruise under his treatment; content, he'd move on to repeat the same wicked treatment until he was absolutely satisfied with how beautifully red your skin had turned.
"L-Link..."
"Shhh... Let me pleasure you tonight."
Tears had begun spilling out of your eyes, which he hungrily kissed away. You turned your head, locking his lips into a messy, needy kiss. A hot wetness dragged across your bottom lip, demanding entrance into your wet cavern. The tip of your tongue went to meet his but he had already slipped into your mouth; he pressed his lips deeper into yours. More. He needs more. He pinched your cheeks to open your mouth and he pulled away to watch the saliva trail connecting your tongues snap.
Hooded, lust-fogged eyes met his and his heart quickened. Your vacant, dazed, sloppy expression told him that your brain had turned to mush long ago and you were now his for the taking.
An arm slipped behind your knees and hoisted you up bridal style. You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down and you up to imprint his lips with another kiss. This one was more tender, lips expertly moving together with the knowledge of what needed to be done to pull the longest, poutiest whine out of you. He turned around for his back to push the bedroom door open, snapping it shut with his hips and gingerly setting you on the freshly washed downy bedsheets.
He climbed atop you on all fours, taking a moment to get drunk on the sight before him. Eyes staring blankly, starvingly at him, silky (H/C) trusses splayed this way and that, a faint hint of cleavage with each haggard breath--Gods, the things he's gonna do to you tonight.
"Show me," he panted, "how you've been pleasuring yourself while I was away."
Your cheeks snapped into a deep crimson, playing his filthy request over and over in your head. A quick bite to a perked, clothed nipple pulled you out of your thoughts and a sweet mix of pleasure and pain got you screaming his name.
"I'm done waiting. Touch yourself."
Like the obedient lamb you were, your hand dragged along the surface of your clothes (which he made quick work of, tearing it off you) until your fingers felt the familiar heat between your legs. You dragged your middle finger up your slit, flicking the engorged bud at the top. You sucked in a sharp breath and rubbed your clit in circular motions. You kept your eyes trained on his, not leaving them for a second lest he disappear and leave you to act on all your sinful thoughts alone. Despite your attempts to keep them on him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a dirty moan left your shaking form.
"That noise... Keep making it." He whispered absently, his hands fumbling to get the rest of his clothes off him. He assisted in taking off whatever was left on you (which wasn't much, most of which was settled and ripped on the floor). In a few short moments you were both clad in nothing but the other's gaze and the bluish glow of the moon at its peak.
"Oh, (F/N)..." He lowered his face and pushed his forehead tenderly against yours. "(F/N)..."
A lustful growl ripped out of his throat and your lips were once again caught with his. Your non-busy hand tangled itself in feathery gold, pulling on his locks as your other hand quickened. A firm grasp on your wrist pulled you away from your cunt and towards his throbbing dick.
"Rub your slick all over me."
Your hand pumped the hot, twitching thing rhythmically while his other hand went to replace what he had taken. You both let out a high-pitched sigh, enraptured in the others' hand.
One, two, three fingers effortlessly slipped into your entrance and you gasped, your upper body shooting upwards. A conveniently placed thumb jammed against your sensitive bud, sending shockwaves throughout your whole body. A husky chuckle rasped out of him as he matched his pacing with your pumping hand. Your eyelids flew shut, waves of pleasure crashing and thrashing your mind about.
"Don't close your eyes, sweet girl," he cooed, "look at me."
"Mm... B-But Link..."
A tight pinch around your clit sent you screaming.
"Look at me."
You cracked your eyes open just enough to see your husband's wrecked, panting, smiling expression.
"Yes... Look at me..." His thrusts quickened. "Look at me while I make a mess of you."
You felt that familiar knot tighten in your gut and your back arched, unknowingly rubbing your nipples against his. How could you feel such a small thing when your husband was practically fisting you at this point? Your husband, on the other hand, hissed at the contact, a shot of electricity shooting through his body that left his fingers tingling. He knew you were close. He knew you were so painfully close.
So why in Hylia's name did he suddenly stop?
"N-No... No, please, Link..." You begged, tears freely flowing down your cheeks. "Please, please, please just let me--"
"Don't you remember what I told you?" He hummed into your ear. "That I would return your teasing tenfold?"
"Link..." You whined; if it were any other day he would have given into those needy, pleading eyes.
But not today.
He wasn't done with you yet.
He waited for you to come down from your high, all the while relishing in your broken sobs for him to keep going as he thought about what else he could do to break you.
"Wrap your legs around me... Good girl..."
He positioned himself in between your legs and rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance, mixing beads of precum with your juices.
"Now, what would you like me to do?" His innocently batting lashes juxtaposed the very not innocent position he was in.
"Link, just..." You rasped, your throat aching from all the gasping and screaming you've done. "Please..."
"Please, what? I'm afraid I won't know unless you tell me."
"Please..." You thickly swallowed. "Please put your throbbing cock inside my tight, hot cunt."
You slur out, your dazy state anesthetizing the embarrassment you felt. Link's eyes widened, evidently in disbelief that such a filthy sentence could leave your lips. He licked his mouth dryly, knowing that if he teased you any further you might make him come undone.
"Since you asked so nicely," he prodded your entrance and slipped just the tip in, "I suppose I have no choice but to do as you say."
With a quick snap of his hips, his entire length was in you. You screamed his name and threw your arms around his neck; a rush of colors exploded behind your eyelids as you squeezed his waist tighter. Your tight, wet walls barely had time to adjust to his size before he was mercilessly pounding you into the mattress. Your weak sobs mixed with pleasure-stricken screams as you dug your nails into his back, scarring the flesh with your love scratches.
He hissed at the deliciously painful sensation and cradled your head, using it to move further, faster, deeper into you. Your eyes floated to the ceiling which was the only thing grounding you to this reality as your mind slipped in and out of conscious thought. Hands moved from your head to your waist, lifting them slightly at just the right angle--
"Ah! Link!”
There it was.
It was all over for you the moment you let his name slip out of your mouth. He rammed himself against your sweet spot harder harder harder harder and you were completely, utterly at the mercy of your sex-starved husband.
"Gods, it's so good... You feel so good, (F/N)..."
His eyes met yours and it was filled to the brim with tender, nurturing love. You had no fucking idea how he could look so gentle while currently rearranging your organs. His lips brushed your tears away and swept your temple as his pace quickened and breathing turned haggard.
"My (F/N)... My sweet, sweet girl... My star, my goddess, my love..."
His love-garnered nicknames had your heart exploding in your chest and you were crying for a completely different reason.
"My darling, you look so beautiful... you feel so beautiful..."
His adoring eyes and quivering whispers worshipped your body, his temple, and the way it squeezed him so tightly.
"You're so good to me... So, so good to me..." His face lowered to nip the spot where your shoulder met your neck. "I'm so lucky to call you mine..."
The familiar, tight feeling from earlier gnarled your lower abdomen, begging for release so badly it hurt. You cast your eyes to Link's face, glistening with sweat and wrecked with pleasure. His eyes weren't even open anymore, completely lost in the sensations of being inside you.
"Link, f-faster--ah, don't stop, please don't stop...!"
"You want to cum, my goddess? Huh? You want to cum for me?"
His pace was the quickest, most erratic it's been. He's close too.
"Yes! Let me cum! Let me cum, please!"
Neither of you can stand much more.
"Mm! Say it..." He growled. "Say that you love me.”
"Link! I love you! I l-love--"
Thick ropes of cum shot inside you, painting your wet walls a pretty white. Feeling him fill you up was all you needed for the knot to come undone and for a wave of light to crash into you. Your head throbbed and throbbed, the ache and rush of blood filling your head dully adding to your pleasure. Your body twitched under him, squirming as it wracked with a high you've never experienced before. Link heaved a sigh, riding wave after wave of pleasure. Moving even slightly would get him seizing again, so he hovered over your body unmoving for a long time. He felt his seed slip out of your cunt despite his dick still plugging your entrance; a pleasant chill ran down his spine, an image of you round with his child permeating his thoughts.
A wicked idea crossed his mind, contrasting the affectionate smile he flashed you.
"Don't fall asleep just yet, dove," With hands still wrapped around your waist, he flipped you over and put you on all fours. "I'm not done with you yet."
♤♢ ~ bonus scene ~ ♡♧
Link pressed a soft kiss to your temple, cooing praises into your ear that rang with his and your pleasured screams. Not that you could hear it--you were passed the fuck out. A light yellow curtain broke the soft blue sky of morning and he smiled, thinking of all the things you could do together to make up for lost time. Maybe you can show him that “mug cake” thing. It does sound interesting.
You shifted in your sleep and mumbled incoherencies to no one in particular. Link paused, careful to not interrupt your precious sleep and waited patiently for you to settle. Once you did, his hands went back to caressing your cheek and playing with your hair. Now that he was back, he was gonna spoil you absolutely rotten.
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folklore: hoax ✩ jake sully
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summary: widowed!jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, angst, marriage of convenience, smut :o, oral fem!receiving, slightest corruption kink, ANGST, TW!! eluded to death due to child birth
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- pandora, awa’tula, 2169 -
What would normally take three days' travel had taken five. Your legs ached as you had been flying for several hours, keeping Tuk tucked into you as sleep began to settle into her again. Your food supply was low, same with your drinkable water and you weren’t sure how much more any of you would last. “Jake-we are tired. Let us rest please.”
The kids hummed in agreement but he shook his head, “We are only a few miles out. We should be there within half an hour's time.”
You felt like crying, every part of your body was sore but you said nothing more. Flying close to everyone and you missed the normally loud chatter. Everyone had been so quiet since the departure from the Hallelujah mountains. You didn't blame them, you were saddened but you knew it was for the best, for the safety of everyone you loved. But it did not stop the ache in your heart.
And just as Jake said the reefs of Awa’tula came into view not long after. You might have been able to admire how beautiful the island was had you not been in such a horrid mood. You were tired, hungry, overall just irritable and the blaring horns did nothing but increase your frustration as all of you landed on the beach. The Metkayina were so different from all of you.
Their skin was a teal blue, light blue eyes, and tails so much thicker than yours. You all stood out like a sore thumb.
Tonowari, the chief and Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina tribe came towards all of you, he was tall with broad shoulders, there was so much power radiating off of the man and it made you cower a little. You wondered if that was how the Omatikayan’s saw Jake. But as they looked at you with caution it dawned upon you that they may reject you and send all of you away again, or worse, see you as a threat and try harming all of you. You felt the familiar need to protect settle into your bones and it put you on edge as the Olo’eyktan’s mate came before all of you, Ronal.
She ignored your greetings as her eyes scanned all six of you up and down, a look of disdain evident on her face. “Why do you come to us, JakeSully?”
“We seek Uturu.”
Ronal's face twisted up, “Uturu?”
“Yes-sanctuary for my family.”
Your tail swooshed in annoyance as the Tsahik began circling all of you, prodding and tugging at different parts of you as she inspected whatever she deemed unfit.
“We are reef people. You are sky people-your skills will mean nothing here.”
Tonowari did not mean to be harsh, at least you did not think, just stating the facts he saw. You ripped your tail away from the grip Ronal had, anger settling deep in your chest as you followed her movement. “We will learn your ways.” Jake turned to look at you and he noticed the anger swirling in your eyes, “Right?”
You gave a curt nod, fearing you'd scream out of pure frustration if you spoke. ”Their arms are thin.” Ronal gripped Tuk’s arm and you felt your fangs beginning to dig into your bottom lip, forcing down a snarl as Tuk whined out and ran closer to you. “Their tails are weak.”
She gripped Kiri’s tail just as she had done with yours moments ago and you felt the growl that was threatening to rip out of your throat at any given moment.
She gripped Kiri’s and Lo’aks hands, lifting them for all the Metkayina to see, “These children are not even true Na’vi! They have demon blood!”
You hissed out angrily, tail swishing erratically as you tugged the kids behind you. Ronal’s eyes drifted to yours, fangs barring and hissing back at you. Jake had never seen you so angry, his hand landed on your forearm to pull you back, but it didn't dimmer your angry gaze.
“Please forgive my mate, she is tired and we have come a long way.”
You were about to protest but Jake pulled you in closer as he picked his hand up for Ronal to see, matching those of his two middle children, ”Look-look. I was born of the sky people and now I am Na’vi. You can adapt.”
Ronal’s eyes shifted to your face again and you felt yourself resigning as you grumbled out quietly, “We will adapt.”
“We cannot let you bring your war here. Us Metkayina are not at war.”
“I’m done with war, okay? I just want to keep my family safe.”
You moved from Jake’s grasp, picking Tuk up as she nuzzled into you. “Uturu has been asked.”
Everyone's eyes jumped to you, tears had pooled at your eyes as you realized just how helpless you felt. If they rejected you, you were not sure what would happen to your family. Ronal and Tonowari shared a look, staying quiet for a few seconds before the Tsahik nodded her head towards her mate.
“Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters.”
Your shoulders sagged in relief, “They do not know the sea, so they will be like babies. Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”
You refrained from rolling your eyes, you were still so irritable. “Thank you.”
There were more words exchanged but you blocked them out, just going through the motions as Tonowari’s daughter, Tsireya, began to lead you to the Mauri that would now be your home. Tuk had wiggled out of your arms as she noticed the bouncy floors that connected the mauri’s. She was happily jumping and it began to melt the ice that had started to form around your heart.
“Thank you.”
Tsireya sent you a final smile, “I will leave you all to rest now.”
-
Weeks had passed and you felt that everyone was adjusting well to the life near the sea, except for you. The children were constantly hard at work, learning new skills and it warmed your heart to see them trying so hard. Jake was always out with Tonowari and the men of the clan, and you found yourself alone during the majority of the day.
It was nice at first, having time for yourself, not having to watch over a clan, you weren’t worried about the needs of so many people. But then the loneliness webbed around every part of your heart, all while you tried to fight the yearning you had started to feel once again for Jake.
He had asked you to apologize to Ronal, with much reluctance you did and even if you wanted to you could not deny that it was the right thing to do. After that the Metkayina women had started to warm up to you as well, inviting you to communal gatherings and picking of fruits or other supplies needed for the clan. But those were not often enough.
Ronal and you grew a nice friendship as well. You understood all the stress she dealt with on a daily basis and she had begun to come to you for words of encouragement or advice as you were the only other Na’vi around her age that understood the burden she carried. Still, it was not the same.
You missed the forest, your parents and siblings, you missed your people. “You are in your head again.”
You met Ronal’s clear blue eyes, you huffed quietly as you placed the basket you had been weaving down, “I am not.”
She gave you a look, one that reminded you too much of your mother or Mo’at, as if she was about to scold you. “You cannot lie to the Tsahik, we know all.”
She was teasing you, you shook your head and your ears pinned back, “I just miss the forest. It sounds so-stupid but the children are always so busy now. I feel lost, as if I have nothing to do.”
“Maybe Eywa is encouraging more kids between you and JakeSully.”
Your face flamed a deep purple, the topic of kids had always made you so nervous. “No-Jake and I are very happy with four.”
She pursed her lips, contemplating if she should say the next few words, “Is that what it is? Or is it that the two of you are not even really mated?.”
Your ears pinned back in shock, feeling something rush up your throat. You felt like you were going to throw up, “What are you talking about, Ronal?”
She rolled her eyes, stopping her movements, “Since the six of you have arrived I had such an uneasy feeling. At first I thought it was due to you all just being new-foreign to the reefs. I felt unsafe, I knew something was wrong because Eywa’s signs felt erratic, desperate.”
You couldn’t even look at her anymore, fear and guilt settling its way into your chest, “Then we became friends, and I thought it would go away. But the feeling was so persistent I prayed to the Great Mother for answers. She delivered.”
You couldn’t even speak as you felt a lump form at your throat, just listening to her like a child being scolded.
“It was such a vivid dream, I knew it was not fake. I felt your pain, he denied you what is rightfully yours. Still you went forward with the union.”
You felt so raw, so exposed as you responded to her, “No one will ever understand why we went about it the way we did, except for us and that is all that matters, Ronal.”
Your voice was so weak, there was no fight in you. “It matters when Eywa has felt betrayed. Have you ever thought that maybe things are turning out so horribly because you both keep fighting what is only right? What has been right in front of you for the last seven years?”
“He does not love me!”
She had never heard you sound so defeated, sadness filling her as she realized just how much you were hurting. “How can you be sure? If you have never told him.”
“Because I know him, I have known him since Neytiri and I were eighteen. I watched them fall in love and in all the past years he has never looked at me that way. Why should I hurt myself more if I know the outcome?”
Your eyes watered, you felt so helpless, like you were drowning under the weight of all of your emotions and no one was coming to save you. “Ronal-please do not say this to anyone. The kids do not need to know, it will just confuse them.”
She sighed quietly, you could tell she pitied you. You felt pathetic as she changed the subject, “You will be joining us today, correct?”
She was talking about the celebration the clan was having later in the evening. It was due to the Tulkun returning back to their brothers and sisters. “I do not know, I did not bring with me any festive clothing. I would feel out of place.”
Ronal tsked quietly, “Tsireya and I had a feeling you would say that.” Your brows furrowed in confusion as she stood up, even with her ever growing bump she did not waddle.
She picked up a beaded top that had small shells wrapped in it, the top was beautiful. Your mouth gaped as she handed it to you, “I cannot take this.”
She rolled her eyes, “You can and you will, Tsireya made it just for you. She will be hurt.”
Your ears twitched are the kind gesture, “She really shouldn’t have. It is so beautiful, this must have taken her hours.”
The embarrasment you we’re feeling melted into something warm, you felt cared for. Appreciated. “She also made you a loincloth.”
It was black, and had the same beads and shells running down one side, the fabric was also longer on the opposite side, not even back at home had you used something so pretty. “I fear I will outshine you, Ronal.”
You were teasing her hoping to cut through the tension that filled the space. She laughed as she shook her head, “Do not get so ahead of yourself. No one outshines the Tsahik.”
You felt a smile tug on your lips, “Thank you, for everything.”
She patted your hand to let you know she heard you, “Now, let’s finish up these baskets.”
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The whole day you had not seen any of the kids, nor Jake. It was late in the evening and you had finally retreated from Ronal’s mauri to begin getting yourself ready. However when you entered your family home, you were surprised to find it empty. It was very late, the celebration had already started but still you were hoping to find someone here.
You felt a bit disappointed, if you were being honest. Jake would normally wait for you, or come for you but it seemed as though he had already made his way towards the party. You readied yourself quickly, admiring how beautiful the beaded top sat on your form.
You felt a bit out of place, far more exposed than normal as the conversation with Ronal continued replaying in your mind. You pushed past the uncomfortable feeling and began making the small track to the largest clearing of the beach.
Jake had been scanning the Na’vi that made their way to the beach, he was looking for you. He had felt bad after making his way to the celebration without you, but when he entered the mauri and saw it was empty he figured you had already made your way over. He was wrong though, as he had made his way to Tonowari you were nowhere in sight.
He felt a bit worried, if he was being honest. Not that either of you spoke of your deep feelings to each other but everyday he had been seeing you less and less, he hated it. He missed you.
He spotted the dark blue of your skin amongst all the teal and felt his throat instantly dry up as he took in all of you. His ears twitched and tail thumped behind him gently as you smiled and signed your hellos to the Metkayina that you passed. He instantly felt his face grow hot as Tonowari laughed quietly beside him, Jake turned to him slightly embarrassed at being caught gawking over you, “What?”
“I said nothing, JakeSully.” Tonowari was trying his hardest not to laugh.
Jake turned away from him, still flustered. He continued to watch you make your way through the crowd, it looked as though people were parting just so he could stare at you. His heart was thumping hard in his chest.
You made your way towards Ronal and the light of the bonfire hit you perfectly, and he was able to see just how good you looked. “Go to her.”
Jake shook his head no, you looked so happy and a part of him feared he’d ruin it. “She’s busy with Ronal, I will let her be.”
But he found it so hard to look away from you.
You had made it to Ronal and greeted her properly, she smiled at you knowingly as Tsireya gasped, “You wore it!”
The young girl was beaming at you, smiling so big you were sure her face hurt. You laughed as you pulled her into you, “Yes, thank you Reya, it is so beautiful.”
She flushed under your compliment. You knew the girl was pinning over your youngest son, she was trying to win you over and it was working. Not that it was ever a question in how much you liked the girl, she was one of the few Metkayina who had treated the kids kindly from the beginning.
“Go grab food before it runs out.”
Ronal was ushering you away, she was always so worried over you. She reminded you of Zewlay.
You shook your head as you laughed, making your way towards the long wooden tables that were covered from corner to corner with food, there was no way it would’ve run out. It caused another quiet laugh to ripple from your mouth, “What is so funny?”
You looked up and were met with one of the Metkayina warriors, “Tsu’ltan!”
His face lit up as his name fell from your lips, enjoying the attention you were giving him. It was silly, he knew you were mated but it did not stop the budding attraction he had for you.
He had only really spoken to you in passing and his intentions were innocent, truly. But any opportunity he had to talk your ear off-he was going to take it.
“It is nice to finally see you out.”
Your ears twitched lightly, “Finally?”
He sent you a smile that made your insides churn, it was way too friendly and it caused heat to run up to your face. “Yes, it seems that Toruk Makto likes to keep you hidden.”
You didn’t know why but his teasing comment made you feel defensive, like you need to protect Jake’s honor. “No-it is just a big adjustment. I am still trying to get used to being here.”
He noticed how you tensed up, awkwardly shifting between your feet, “I was only teasing, it is just that the clan rarely sees you around.”
Your shoulders eased up a bit, he was only
meaning to be funny. “No need to apologize, I have been told by Ronal I seem like a hermit.”
Your nose scrunched up and he laughed, causing a small smile on your face, “Well you should change that. There are Na’vi who like to see you around.”
You weren’t sure what it was but his comment made you light up, a small laugh fell from your lips as you shook your head, “That is debatable.”
Jake had been watching the interaction closely, ears pinned roughly against his head anytime the Metkayina Na’vi smiled at you. His calm facade wore thin as you continued to speak with him. His throat clamped up as he saw you laugh, he could only see the side of your face but your smile had not faltered once in the Na’vi’s presence.
He excused himself from Tonowari, slowly making his way towards the two of you. He needed to calm himself, the anger and possessiveness that was consuming his body felt so foreign. He was barely within hearing distance, and a low growl emitted from his throat as his ears picked up on bits and pieces.
“I for one want to see you around.”
Jake felt like his heart was going to rip out of his chest from how hard it was beating. He felt threatened. Like he was losing his grip on you. He was not thinking straight, at all. You looked so pretty and he was a fool to think no one else noticed. Back in the forest he never had to stake a claim because everyone knew you were his. Here it was different, here the two of you were just Na’vi’s seeking refuge. He held no real power, no real respect. Everything he felt for you rising to the surface, a cup overflowing and it was going to spill out, messily. All his insecurities taunting him as the thought of losing you began to swirl his mind.
You hummed softly, enjoying the innocent flirting. You felt giddy, desirable. But that was as far as it would go, you had duties and even if you didn’t want to, someone else has already consumed your heart. Tsu’ltan was about to say something else but you saw him tense up as he looked behind you. You were about to turn but felt arms wrap around your waist. They were strong, and as you looked down they were a dark blue. They pulled you in tightly. “Who is this, Tiyawn?”
Jake.
You tensed in his arms at the name, responding dumbly, “Tsu’ltan.”
Your brain felt like it was on fire, trying so hard not to melt against his hold. He hummed quietly, but did not even bother to look at the man. You could tell he was upset, his heart was hammering so hard against his chest you felt it pound against your back.
Tsu’ltan cleared his throat, sending you an awkward smile as he bid you goodbye. You felt so embarrassed. Still tense in Jake’s arms as Tsu’ltan walked past you both.
The embarrassment was leaving your system quickly, being replaced by anger. Frustration began to consume you as your ears started ringing. Who did he think he was?
“You are unbelievable!”
“Thank you?” Jake laughed by your ear, intensifying your fury.
“I did not mean that nicely.” You hissed quietly, “Let go of me.”
His arms loosened but they stayed in place as he quietly called your name. He wasn’t sure what he expected to happen but it was certainly not for you to be angry with him. Jake felt an uncomfortable knot form at his throat as he realized you might have been enjoying your time with Tsu’ltan. God he even hated his name.
Your hands shoved at his arms and you stalked off, your anger felt even as you walked away from him. He followed after you, he felt so idiotic, helpless as you stomped away deep into the small forest on the beach.
“Leave me alone, Sully.”
He ignored your request as he trailed behind you, “No.”
You grumbled out angrily and he grabbed at your forearm, forcing you to turn to him. You were so angry as you fought against his hold, “I told you to let go of me.”
You hissed at him but it did not deter him, he held you close as he stared at you. Your lip began to quiver as you looked up at him. You wondered if Jake knew how mean he was being. All your stupid emotions forcing their way up and hot angry tears slipped past your eyes.
He had completely iced you out of his heart but then did things like this. And it confused you beyond belief, your heart couldn’t take it. He eased up on his hold as he saw the tears flowing down your face, “Why are you crying?” His voice was soft, he let the hand that was not holding your arm gently cup your face, using his thumb to try and wipe at your tears. “You! You are the reason I cry!”
Jake’s face furrowed in confusion, concern filled his body as you began to shake. Were you really that angry he had pulled you away from that man?
“You confuse me, you-you took so much from me!”
All the years of pent up feelings were coming up, you were sure it was an ugly sight to see. A sob ripped from your throat as you pushed at his chest. “And I hate myself for letting you consume my heart-it hurts! I want it to stop!”
Jake felt himself shake as he continued to hold on to you. “You love me?”
Your body went limp against his hold, as if all the fight was ripped out of you. “Unfortunately.”
Jake didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to get the words out of his mouth as he looked at you, your face was dipped down, refusing to look at him. “Look at me.”
“You have already made me feel horrible, now you wish to humiliate me even more by making me look at you. You are cruel.”
You squirmed in his arms as he wrapped you up in his, “Stop talking.”
Your head snapped up, anger once again swirling in the pit of your stomach, “Do not tell me what to do-“
Jake groaned and cupped at the back of your neck, pulling your face into his as he let his mouth cover yours. A quiet noise left your throat as your mouth moved with his, it was not sweet. It was hungry, and rough as if he was trying to take the breath from your lungs.
Maybe that was what he intended to do, finally get rid of you. Now that he was no longer Olo’eyktan he had no reason to keep up this hoax. The sob that was threatening to fall from your lips was stalled as his fangs lightly bit down on the plump of your bottom lip. Your own parted instantly, eyes fluttering shut as his tongue fought along yours. You weren’t sure how long he was kissing you for but when you pulled away your lips felt numb, swollen as you looked up at him, “Wha-why did you do that?”
He didn’t say anything, just looked into your eyes as his arms lowered to your back, pulling you closer as his head dipped down to the base of your neck. He tilted your head gently with his own as he began to feather kisses all along your neck, sucking gently and it caused a low moan to emit from your throat, you felt something low in your belly. Like a small fire that was begging to consume your whole body.
He bit down into the skin of your neck, soothing it gently with a swipe of his tongue. You whined his name quietly, his tail began to swish behind you. His fingers were gripping at your hips, pulling you so close you felt all of him. From his strong chest and thighs to the very evident bulge that was pressing right against your lower belly.
You felt so dizzy, so overwhelmed by everything he was making you feel. You felt such a primal hunger take over you and you could feel the want pooling between your legs, you squeezed them together to relieve the tension building up.
He pulled away and an ugly feeling swarmed your chest, wondering if he was already regretting what the two of you were doing. Your ears pinned back as you felt his fingers trace up the length of your back causing a shiver to run through you. He didn’t stop until he reached the knot from the beaded top, he tugged on it gently before he looked at your face again. He tilted his eyebrows up, asking you for permission. You nodded your head and in the next second it was off you, falling down in between the two of you and your face burned. Jake’s eyes dropped down to your chest and he looked as though he was going to devour you. “Pretty.”
You felt your heart flutter, swallowing thickly as he reached out towards your loincloth, rubbing gentle circles on your skin before he slowly began to pull it open. He was watching you with a careful eye, making sure you were okay with what was happening. You were.
You let the fabric fall and pool at your feet, your whole body felt warm under his gaze, shying away from his eyes as you refrained from wrapping your arms around yourself.
He gently pushed you against the tree that was behind you, your head felt so fuzzy. “Need you to tell me if it’s too much.”
You nodded your head, not trusting your voice. “No, Tiyawn. I need you to use your words.”
His voice was so soft but you felt it everywhere, shivering from the breeze that had settled over this late in the night, “Okay.”
Jake knelt down before you, gripping the soft plush of your thighs as he picked one of your legs up, throwing it over his shoulder and you tried not to squirm. Even in the close circle of your friends, when you spoke of your experience with the Na’vi men, none of you had ever mentioned this. Jake let his tongue fall flat against your most sensitive bundle of nerves, your body jolted lightly at the attention. You whined his name and Jake loved that you were already so responsive to him. He had only just begun to touch you.
He could not think of another way to show you how much he wanted you, at least not right now. So he swirled his tongue along your puffy folds, pushing deeper against you as mewled out. You felt so sensitive, already so overwhelmed by the use of his tongue. He moaned against you and it caused a quiet whimper to leave your lips, legs quaking lightly against his head. He removed his mouth for you, using his middle finger to gently prod at your entrance. If he was being honest, he wasn't even sure if you had ever experienced anything like this before. The thought caused blood to instantly rush towards his throbbing cock. His finger slipped in easily, your hips bucked at the intrusion, “You okay?”
“Mhm.” Your eyes were screwed shut tightly, body slumped against the large tree, you had never looked prettier. He began to move his finger softly, gaining momentum with each thrust of his finger. You felt a coil begin to build up in your lower stomach, the pressure threatening to snap as Jake set a brutal pace. He pressed kisses along your thigh, sucking gently as he marked you with lips. He mumbled gently against your thigh, “Gonna add another, kay?”
“Yes-please!” Another moan was ripped from your throat as he stretched you out, you felt so full. You clenched tightly around his fingers and a deep laugh left Jake, “Making you feel good baby?”
All you could do was whine, you were so close and mumbling incoherently, begging Jake not to stop. He leaned forward again, pressing his tongue flat against your slit before he sucked gently. You yelped out, hands instinctively tangling in his hair as your hips stuttered, the coil in your stomach feeling like it finally snapped under all the pressure. Your eyes screwed closed so tightly little spots of light appeared in your vision. Your chest was heaving roughly, moving your hips from Jake's mouth as he continued to lap at your release. “Jake-s’too much!”
He slipped his fingers out quickly, pressing a kiss against your hip before he stood up in front of you. Your gaze was hazy, fucked out and felt himself twitch under his loin cloth, “You still angry at me?”
“I think it is impossible for me to be mad at you after that.”
Your breathing was still evening out, legs shaky as you stood before him. Jake's hand fell to your bare hips, rubbing gently as he nuzzled his face against yours. You didn't want him to be soft on you, not right now. “Don’t be nice to me right now, it will make it harder when this is over.”
Jake stiffened before you, felt his heart ache as he watched your body pull away from him. You didn't see it, didn't see just how much you consumed his heart too. It was so clear to him that he had loved you for so long, had seen you for so many years already but was too much of a coward to admit it.
“When this is over?”
“Yes-when you go back to ignoring me and putting distance between us. Just make me feel good, please.”
You knew it was going to hurt, but you were so tired of holding back on what you wanted. If this was the only way you could have him then you would take it. Jake shook his head, he looked hurt, as if you had physically wounded him. “I do not ignore you.”
“Yeah sure, hurry.”
“No-look I don’t want this to end. This is not just a one time thing for me.”
You finally looked up into Jake’s eyes, they were so bright compared to the darkness you were both in, pupils slightly dilated as he stared at you. He looked so honest, like all he saw was you. It made you so uncomfortable, “You do not need to lie to me, Jake. It is fine to just let out our pent up emotions.”
Jake knew what he wanted to do, he was so ready to give all of himself to you. An ugly feeling settled high in his chest out of fear you would reject him just as he had so many years ago. But still he reached behind him, grabbing his thickest braid and bringing it toward you, his other hand grabbing your wrist and placing your palm flat on his chest. “What are you doing?”
“I see you. I have for so long and I have been so scared, but I can’t keep doing this anymore. I hate knowing you think I do not care for you. That you think I do not love you.”
You paused for a moment as his words swirled in your mind, you pushed him away from you gently, bending down to pick up your discarded pieces of clothing. You weren't sure why but his confession angered you, a million thoughts running through your head as you dressed yourself up again. “I do not believe you.”
Jake felt as though you had ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it, nerves wracking through his body as you continued to put more distance between the two of you. Desperation clawing at his chest as your eyes glazed over, a look of indifference as you tried to protect yourself from him. “No-Tiyawn, oel ngati kameie.”
He was reaching for you once more but your arms swatted him away, “Stop calling me that!”
Your breathing was ragged, deep and long like you were trying to catch your breath, “Do you think I do not know why you behaved that way in front of Tsu’ltan?”
Jake didn’t respond, ears pinned back as he tried to swallow the lump that was forming at his throat, “It is because you felt threatened. You didn’t feel man enough.”
Jake’s ears were ringing uncomfortably, “I know you so much better than you think, Jake. Eywa I have spent seven years by your side, for the better half of that time trying not to love you. But it is not my responsibility to make you feel secure, and you will not get that satisfaction from claiming me.”
“That is not what I am trying to do, I want us to be together, I want to make up for all this lost time.” His voice was wobbly, eyes threatening to leak rivers of tears as he realized how adamant you were in keeping yourself from him. Despite knowing how much you wanted him, you would not let yourself be someone he settled for. Some other challenge he finally won over.
“It is too late for that.”
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know it's for the better; manjiro s. / reader
an: wanted to write an original work on this blog and this has been consuming my little thoughts!
Your eyes flutter open, welcoming the light from the afternoon sun. Your cheek was rested upon the flat surface of your desk as your arms encircled the circumference of your head. Blinking once, twice, your vision was met with a mop of soft blonde hair also laying on your desk. The owner of said hair had his face hidden in his arms, his body rising and falling gently with each shallow breath. The classroom around you was painted in a reddish glow as the sun began its descent in the horizon. Birds chirped, leaves rustled out the window, and you felt at peace. Slowly you rose in your seat, your finger gently reaching out to poke the top of his head.
“Hey, Mikey…” You speak barely above a whisper, your tone light and feathery. He shifted and hesitated to poke his head up to meet your gaze. He stares at you with this groggily look in his eyes.
“Whaaat…?” Mikey groans, his hands coming up to rub the sleep from his eyes. There is a dull ache in the hollow of your chest as a full view of his face enters your sight. He’s tired and no doubt going to complain about being hungry, but you’re losing yourself in your own thoughts. It’s the way his blonde hair frames his face and how his dark lashes flutter each time he blinks. You had always known the truth. Ever since you were kids you had always known and will always continue to know. It was an irrefutable fact that you were unequivocally, undeniably in love with Manjiro Sano. So as you sit here and admire the way the afternoon sunset blankets his face in its warm glow, you can feel your heart stutter. You hesitate with your next words, but you know the day must come to its end.
“We should head home…” It’s a murmur, but it’s loud enough for Mikey to hear. You don’t know when you’d become so shy.
Mikey hums, propping his elbows up on your desk and cradling his head in the palm of his hands. He looks unconvinced and a small part of you had been hoping it meant he wanted to spend a little longer with you. To sit in the comfort of each other’s presence and talk idly about anything and everything in between. You are holding your breath, waiting for him to speak.
“I don’t have anything to do until later so I’m fine.” He grins, wide and warm, and your cheeks dust a gentle pink color. There’s something in his smile, something so bright. Yet, something so distant like a far off memory from a moment lost to time. You want to cup your hands around his cheeks and hold him there. No rhyme or reason, you just want to bask in that smile for as long as possible. You adore it more than could be described with mere words. The ache prodding in your sternum is a testament to all the ways you have loved him so. All the way you will continue to love him. And, perhaps, that is the problem.
“You okay? You’re just staring.” There’s a slight tilt to his head as he stares at you, curiosity brimming in his dark eyes. You flinch.
“Oh… Yeah, just…” You hesitate before continuing, “You’re pretty.”
You don’t know what compelled you to say it. And maybe you’ll never know either. However, Mikey’s surprise quickly dissipates and invites a wide, toothy grin in its wake. You expected him to laugh or make fun of you for such a compliment, but his expression is anything but displeased. He chuckles, “Haven’t heard that one before.”
There’s something familiar in the way he says that. Your mouth opens slightly then shuts again. Your head turns slightly to look out the window. The sky is void of clouds and there’s a distant sound of children playing. It’s all so familiar, all so tender. His voice brings you back to him.
“You get it, don’t you?” He asks, his smile never wavering. You don’t understand or you do, but you don’t want to. It’s easier to pretend. However, he’s staring at you, eyes knowing yet their emotion is completely unreadable. A child screams and laughs in the neighborhood across the street. A breeze dances through the open classroom window. You understand.
“I saw it on Takemichi’s face.” You shift, sitting straight up, your own expression blank. Across from you he leans back in his own chair. His eyes appear gentle as if they’ve fully reached acceptance. You hadn’t, though.
Mikey laughs, “Yeah, that’s Takemitchy! Always showing exactly how he feels.”
He isn’t fazed when you don’t laugh, or frown, or even chastise him for finding humor in it. No, he knows you like the flowers know spring and the animals know winter. He knows you like how the stars know the moon. There is not an inch of your personhood Mikey does not know. You want to feel vindicated, but you don’t. That surprises you. The sun hasn’t moved an inch. The sky is still vibrant hues of orange and red and the cicadas play their tune.
“Manjiro…” You begin.
Mikey grins, “I always liked when you called me that.”
“Huh?”
“Manjiro. I always liked when you called me Manjiro.” He’s looking at you longingly and you’re looking at him with such a sadness that threatens to swallow you whole.
You exhale softly, “I’ve always liked you.”
“Liked?” He hums. You don’t tense. There’s no reason to.
“Loved.” You admit, “I do. Still.”
He seems to ponder this. Silence fills the air and this classroom feels almost suffocating. His head lulls back, his dark eyes staring up at the ceiling tiles. You rest your left hand on your desk and pinch your index and thumb together-- the nail of your index scratching lightly at the side of your thumb to nervously pick the skin. That ache in your chest is amplified by the wave of nostalgia crashing into you.
“I really wanted to hear that before I go.” Mikey’s tone is laced with despondency. There’s a lump in your throat and you can’t swallow it, you can’t get rid of it. Just like how you couldn’t get rid of the love you held for him all these years. Maybe even for the rest of your life. Your bottom lip quivers, but you force a sharp inhale to maintain your composure. The cicadas are quiet, the children are gone, and the leaves of the trees aren’t rustling in the wind. There is just an eerie quiet and your own grief blossoming along your ribcage.
“So you’re leaving?” It’s a question that you don’t want to know the answer to, but you ask it anyway. Mikey lifts his head up to meet your eyes. They are your favorite sight.
“Yeah, I’m leaving.” And it sounds so final, so permanent because it is. You gasp and your eyes prickle with tears you were desperate to hold at bay. That was a fool’s goal after all.
“Do you love me?” Again, a question, but this time it’s important you know. You need to know.
Mikey’s eyes fell to the desk in front of him, “How could I not?”
You’re stifling a sob and he’s staring at you with a tenderness you want to slap off his face. Deep down you knew it. The moment Takemichi came by your apartment after arriving back from the Philippines, the moment he locked eyes with you and sputtered out a desperate apology. Twelve years and you were bleeding out from all the love and grief you tried to keep inside. Twelve years of wondering where he was, what he was doing, and why he was destroying every piece of a past you longed to go back to.
“I don’t want this to be a dream…” You choked out between sobs, hiding your face in your hands so he cannot see the tears you shed for him, “Manjiro, I don’t understand…!”
There’s the sound of fabric shifting and the chair scraping against the floor before his hand connects with your head, fingers combing slightly in your hair. It makes you cry harder. It would be easier for him to rip your heart out, but he’s kind and he’s gentle. He’s your Manjiro.
“Know it’s for the better.” He leans down and whispers these words into your ear. Before you can even respond, your body jolts awake and alone in a twin sized bed you had grown to hate. The rain outside your window beats down against the glass. Your alarm clock reads 2:31 AM. In this tiny apartment you begrudgingly call you, you are inconsolable. You are a weak heart. So you turn and shove your face into your pillow, screaming into the soft plushness of it with all the pain you’ve bottled up in these twelve years. For the first time in all those years, however, you finally feel as if you can breathe.
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# THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL, ISN’T IT?
— lyney, freminet, navia : 272, 213, 206 words respectively. these don’t really make much sense tbh.
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# LYNEY : love. bouts of flattery overflowing from a mouth full of bleeding gums, bouquets of rainbow roses neatly tied together in a pretty silk bow; words slipped like cards between fingers past his teeth that are pleasing to the ear but do naught to soothe the ache beneath the skin. stiff movement, perfected performance, smile lines on a face that has seen nothing but tragedy; swooning, blushing, grinning; bright spotlights, pried open eyes blind to it all. cries for an encore are like a bandage over a profusely bleeding wound that just won’t stop, won’t quiet down. gods, he’s so tired of encores.
but he is not tired of performing. the desire to still swells beneath his skin like the blood that sustains him — it always has. but it is beginning to feel like a cut forcing that deep-seated thing to the surface instead of passion, forming a wound instead of flushed cheeks, painful and slow and agonizing as it bleeds him dry. but at least now it is familiar.
dreams that leave him in a haze, warmth settling in the pit of his belly instead of knives, bread as a peace offering, hands held tight in the face of peril, soft breaths entwined without a single kiss and gentle touches to gnawing wounds. moving away from a fireplace when it gets too hot only to return moments later when you forget the feeling of being singed; a garden overgrown with rainbow roses to the point where they almost look as if they began growing wild, unbridled and free and passionate and imperfect.
which is love to him? he doesn’t quite know.
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# FREMINET : tears. he thinks his tears threaten to overflow the rushing sea, bleed into the waves until he dies in a water that cannot drown him. marks that linger as memories fade, reflections on the surface of the sun; the deteriorating seashells picked up from the shaking sand at the bottom of the ocean, forever moved by the presence of another. soft touches and fleeting wishes, dry lips with sobs seeping between the cracks like water, begging for a reprieve from the loneliness that strives to swallow him whole unlike like the sea he loves so dearly — a threat versus a plea, a soft embrace instead of a bruising hold. he doesn’t know which is which.
shaky hands held beneath a star-filled sky, glistening teardrops so plentiful they mimic the galaxies and the sea alike. currents swelling beneath fingertips and seeping beneath skin as he sinks until he can no longer see. screaming, yelling, silence, cries and wails of anything but sorrow, knives to throats and blood spilling beneath a red moon to taint shallows that were never pristine in the first place. tender flesh, calloused fingers, sharp nails digging so deep into each other you could nearly get cut. you pray to the archons that the indents in your unwounded skin scar.
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# NAVIA : comfort. a warm dessert melting on the tongue, meringues, saccharine and soft; a hazy memory doused in vanilla and egg whites. beds of flowers whistling in the wind, head leaned against the base of a tree, soft strands of golden hair twirled between fingers and tangling in the grass; forehead kisses, sunsets, lighthearted giggles turned to laughs so plentiful they make your chest ache.
navia wraps her fingers around yours like she never wants to let you go — it’s tender, loving, sweet, and oh so far away. the look in her eyes is distant, clouded, guilty; she gazes at the floor, the ceiling, the corner of your mouth. anywhere she can find and grasp onto but your eyes, or your lips, or your heart, or your soul — her eyes are like the moon over the water, you always told her, and the moon’s view of anything you truly want it to see has been hidden away by a fog rolling in on the horizon.
a doomed ship sails straight into the fog blanketing the sky like it wants to protect the moon to a fault. as you hold her hand tight, aware you’re watching it, there’s an innate sense it will not come back.
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𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 ;; nikolai lantsov
pairing ; Nikolai Lantsov x fem!Reader platonic / mentions ; tamar yul-bataar, tolya yul-bataar
outline —; Nikolai isn’t the only royal member in the Sturmhond Crew. 
WARNINGS —: none.
Word Count —; 621
A/N —; just wanted to write something again, i've been stuck in a writer's rut. NOT BOOK ACCURATE. THIS IS BASED ON THE SHOW; SHADOW AND BONE. so sorry if it's short, i'll expand on this later. for now, enjoy !!
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“You’re whom?” 
His tired question echoes, voice bouncing across the room, making Nikolai slightly bite his inner cheek. He shook his head, blonde hair messily falling over the edge of his brows. You sat with your back against the headboard, the weight of your knees covering your chest. He carefully repeated his question; “Who are you?” 
You lay your cheek against your knee, a familiar smile broadly appearing across your face. A sleepy expression carried your next words, as though you weren’t thinking about what you were saying. “Secondborn Princess of Novyi Zem.” You replied with a yawn. 
Nikolai sat on the edge of the bed, the fabric of the tunic fit his body perfectly, and you forced yourself not to stare. Peaking your gaze towards your clothes. He scoffed, his hand extending to your face. His fingers found their way to your chin, forcing you to look at him. With amusement evident in his voice, he said; “Why didn’t you tell me?” 
Your fingers curled around his wrist, pulling it away, the absence of his touch lingered across the skin of your chin. Rolling your eyes, your head fell back against the bed’s headboard. “Sure, of course, I would tell you, Prince Nikolai.” You teased, shaking your head, arms wrapping around your legs. “You didn’t think you were the only royal one on board, did you?” 
Nikolai plopped himself on the bed, with his palm on his forehead, scoffing. 
No wonder you were so enticing. So polite and kind. Your posture told your status, you held your head high, shoulders on-alert, hands crossed or over each other (because, who would hold your hands if it grew cold?). Your choices were impulsive, for sure, but that was only due to the fact that the luxury of choice isn’t a right to a Princess, especially a Secondborn. The attention is with the Firstborn, the first light, the first star, the responsible, the role model. 
How could Nikolai miss all those traits? The traits that made him love you deeply. In secret. With the doors locked, he would hold his aching heart, wishing that Sturmhond is his real name. 
Then again, you adopted an alias. One that felt so uneasy leaving his tongue. He felt the need to say your real name, if you so kindly give him the permission to. “What is your name?” Nikolai asked, peeking down on your tired figure. 
You left your spot and settled beside him, elbows touching. You said your name without looking at him, carrying the bitterness of your title alongside your identity. 
“Princess…” He started slowly, maybe sleepily. His whispery voice stopped, before he turned to face you. Your gaze was still fixed on the ceiling, ignoring the Prince’s tracing eyes over your profile. “No,” He stopped, then said your name. 
The weight of your responsibilities came tumbling down. And Saints didn’t matter to you anymore, the ongoing war of Ravka, destroying the Fold, Kirigan’s return… nothing mattered. Nothing. Your name never sounded so common, yet so rare. Your parents named you after a Queen, and as the saying goes, ‘Name her after a Queen and expect her to act like one.’ 
For a moment, you were so thankful that you were in a foreign land. One that didn’t recognize your name in its meaning. Thankful for your impulsive and rash decision that one midnight. The one night you fled, met Tamar and Tolya, and joined Sturmhond’s Crew. 
The one night that changed your view in a world so cruel. That, perhaps, a stranger’s name could belong to you. But he proved you wrong. Your name belongs to you. 
“Out there, Princess” Nikolai pointed to the walls, eyes closed. “In here, No titles,” Nikolai smiled. 
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Bad Dream -Leon S. Kennedy Part 1
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Takes place during the events of RE4. Leon Kennedy x F! Reader Smut! MINORS DNI! Warnings: smut!! Leon is a munch. Summary- On a mission to save the president's daughter, you and Leon decided to take a break where you then have a bad dream. Luckily Leon's there to make you feel better. Word Count: 1.3k
You and Leon were both sent on a mission to rescue the president’s daughter. Although you were excited to be on a mission as important as this, you had concerns about your partner.
Leon S. Kennedy. Everyone knows about him from the Raccoon incident, but no one really knows him. He would occasionally say something corny or give some insight, but other than that he was quiet.
You felt awkward being on this mission together. Part of you felt safe because you heard stories about how capable he was, but that was it.
As you both traversed the dangerous areas in the village, you noticed something about him. He was hot. He always had a serious look on his face, and he plowed down enemies with ease. Your favorite part was watching him kick them. I mean, you felt a little bad for these people, they didn't have a choice. But it definitely turned you on watching his strong legs send them flying.
You guys were almost at the castle and were feeling pretty tired from all the work. Who knew fighting so many infected villagers would be so tiring? Finding an empty house, you and Leon decided it would probably be best to rest for a few hours.
Leon grunted and plopped down on the grimy-looking couch. He sat his legs spread on the couch. You couldn't help but glance between his legs. Your core immediately heated up. You weren't sure but if you had to guess, that large lump in his pants wasn't his gun. You turned away flustered. Leon noticed your reaction and smirked. He'd have to keep that in mind.
"I'll take the first watch," Leon suggested. You sighed. Thank god. You had a feeling if you took the first watch you'd definitely pass out. You thanked Leon and made due trying to get comfortable on the blanket that was laid on the grown. Leon stayed on the couch, just watching you.
Some time had passed and you finally fell asleep. Leon kept his hand on his knife, just in case anything happened. But he also kept his eyes on you. Watching your chest go up and down. Your face seemed so calm despite the situation we're both on. He couldn't help but gaze at your lips. They looked so soft. You were only wearing a tank top and shorts as pajamas so Leon had a clear view of your arms and part of your chest
He could see part of your breasts from the cut-off part of your tank top. They looked so nice, he could only imagine what your nipples looked like. He knew it was wrong, to think about his coworker like this. Especially since she was sleeping. But he had seen the way you looked at him. Even though it was wrong, he knew you wanted him to.
Just staring at you got him so worked up, he felt his erection press against his pants, begging to be released.
"Fuck." Leon groaned, trying to adjust his erection to make it feel more comfortable. Nothing worked though. All he wanted was you. He rolled his eyes back, thinking about the things he would do to you. For one he really wanted to eat your pussy. He knew it had to look amazing, and would taste even better. He wanted your legs wrapped around his head, his tongue fucking you as hard as possible. Making your clit swell until you were begging him to stop making you cum.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a light groan coming from you. Your eyes were scrunched up and you looked uncomfortable.
"L-Leon no. Please" You whimpered. Tears dripping down your face now. You were having a bad dream. After the Raccoon City incident, Leon grew all too familiar with the terror that was nightmares. His heart ached, seeing you like this.
Leon got close to you, gently grabbing your shoulder and shaking you.
"Y/n? Y/n wake up." He tried calling out for you. Your eyes widen seeing Leon in your face…
"Leon? W-What happened?" You asked. Then that's when you felt it. Your tears down your face. And then you remembered. You had dreamed about Leon, although it wasn't the type of dream you wanted. You watched him get surrounded by the crazed villages, and there before you, they beheaded him. You couldn't do anything about it.
"Hey it's alright," Leon whispered to you, trying to comfort you. You sobbed again and grabbed onto him. In return he placed his hand on the back of your head, gently rubbing you. Leon frowned. He didn't like seeing you like this. After a few moments, you finally felt calmer. You released him and looked up.
"I'm sorry about that Leon. I can take the second shift now." Leon shook his head.
"No, it's fine. But if it's okay with you, I want to make you feel better." You were confused at first. What did he mean by that? That confusion quickly went away when you felt his fingers slip behind the band of your shorts. If your heart could explode, it would have right then.
Leon Kennedy wants to touch you. It still almost felt like a dream. That was until Leon leaned in close to your ear and whispered,
"I won't do anything unless you tell me to baby girl." Fuck, you were turned on.
"Yes Leon, Please make me feel better," Leon smirked. He gently laid you back down on the blanket and swiftly removed your shorts. In front of him now was your bare pussy. He could already see the shine from your juices covering your pretty pussy.
"I can't wait to fuck this shit out of you." Leon groaned, his cock pulsating in his pants. You whimpered out, hearing his money. Leon hoisted your legs over his shoulders, leaving your pussy right where he wanted.
You could feel his breathing hit your pussy, sending shivers down your body. Leon took his time, admiring the beauty in front of him. It was better than he thought. Without wasting any more time, he dug in. His wet tongue caresses your sensitive clit. His tongue felt like magic. Leon knew what he was doing. He roughly sucked your clit, causing you to gasp. Your legs tighten around him and you pushed your hips up, wanting more.
Leon took the hint and his tongue shot into your pussy. His tongue rubbed against your walls, thrusting in and out.
"Leon. It f-f-feels so gooood." You could barely get the words out from the ecstasy you were feeling. Leon’s confidence grew (although it was already super high) and his hand snaked down, reaching under your tank top. His hand cupped your breast roughly fondling it. His rough fingers pinched your erect nipple. You moaned, a sound so beautiful to him. When he wasn't looking at your gorgeous pussy, he was looking at your even more gorgeous face. Sweat beaded on your forehead and your arm was up, covering part of your face. Your mouth hung open as you continued to moan. It was a beautiful sight. Leon’s cock hungered to fuck your tight pussy. But he knew he had a mission to do.
"Leon!" You gasped. "I-I'm going to cum!" You moaned out. Leon continued at the pace he was going. He wanted you to cum. Needed you to.
It didn't take long before you were yelling out his name, cumming on his tongue. Leon pulled away, not yet satisfied.
"Fuck Leon. That was so good." You huffed. Exhausted.
"I'm not done yet, baby girl. I want you on my face now." Leon shot you a smirk. You were going to be sorry for indulging in his fantasy.
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straywords · 1 year
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In The Mountains V
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Dark! Steve Rogers x Reader x Dark! Bucky Barnes
Your vacation with your friends at a Swiss chalet is disrupted by your fateful encounter with two strangers.
Warnings: Toxic Friendships, Lies and deception
Series Masterlist || Stucky Masterlist
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You shift on the bed and curl over the duvet, nestling your head against the fluffy pillow. The slow reading and languid turning of each of the yellow pages assuage the hollow ache in your chest. The stories of people long gone provide an escape. Away from the chalet, away from your bed, away from others. The past is safer; it shields you from the dreariness of the present, casts a transient veil of numbness over your roaring thoughts. 
The squeak your bed makes as it dips halts your quiet time. Your brows squeeze as you shrink even more, pretending to be absorbed by the printed letters on the page. Despite sensing your friend’s presence at your back, you don’t move an inch. 
A sigh shatters the silence, Sabri’s familiar hand latching onto your shoulder.
"We’re supposed to spend time together…but you haven’t left this room in two days," she bemoans. 
"Just a bit tired," you mumble. 
You’ve gotten your fair share of rest, finished most of the crossword puzzles you brought along, even got ahead on some of the assigned readings for next semester. But you don’t tell Sabri that. 
Who knows what words might escape your mouth if you allow free reign to the feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach?
Pretending works best. People never want to hear the truth anyways. Just honeyed lies. 
It’s what you have done the last two days, faked being sick and remained tucked in the safety of your bed to avoid your two friends. You haven’t even dared venture outside, terrified of being ambushed by broad-shouldered strangers with disarming stares. 
It’s not something you ever thought you’d have to be concerned about. 
Life is peculiar that way, you suppose. 
Sabri jostles your frame. "Come on. We walked by a bookstore I just know you’d have loved."
This gives you pause. 
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, your frown deepening. You turn to Sabri and sit up, discarding the book to the side.
"And by 'we', you mean you and Ash or you, Ash and…" Your sentence trails off as you hold your friend’s green gaze in question. You can already guess the answer from the way she immediately shuts down, her smile vanishing, but you want to hear her say it.
Her shoulders sag as she rolls her eyes.
"They’re pretty nice. You’d know it if you bothered coming with us."
"Right," you reply curtly. 
You can’t deny Steve’s been kind from the brief interactions you had with him. After all, he gifted you the very book you were just engrossed in. And Bucky’s gloves are still stored in your night table’s drawer. 
Both their words of encouragement also echo in your head.
They’ve been kind, yes, but they weren’t part of the plan in coming here with your friends. 
It wasn’t supposed to be about boys - or men, you correct in your own head, which Steve and Bucky undoubtedly are - but about you and your friends’ last vacation together before parting ways. 
You can’t help but harbor some disappointment things haven’t unfolded the way you hoped.
Ashley steps into view, wedging herself between you and Sabri on the bed. Her honey curls are up in a messy bun, a few errant wisps framing her heart-shaped face. 
"We miss you." Ash puts her hand over your arm. "This trip is about the three of us."
I’m not sure that’s true anymore.
The thought crosses your mind but remains unspoken, its heavy weight searing your tongue.
"Please, come with us to the spa," Ash urges. "It’ll be relaxing."
"I don't know…"
She cocks her head, a worried frown wrinkling her brow. 
"You can't hide your whole life."
You shrug and direct your gaze to the window, to the trees dusted with snow and the white blanket covering the ground. A wistful mutter leaves your lips. "I can try."
"Sounds very lonely," Ash says quietly. 
"Well, loneliness I'm used to. At least it doesn't switch gears on me."
Hurt flashes over Ash’s face while shock drapes over Sabri’s. Guilt rushes through you.
Chewing on your lip, you curse inwards. You spoke rashly. 
You reach out to squeeze Ash’s hand. "Ash, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
She blinks away tears and wipes her eyes. "You're one of my best friends, you know?" she reveals, her tone more vulnerable than you’re used to.
You chuckle. "I find that very hard to believe, Ashley. You have like… a million friends," you jest, wishing it’ll cheer her up. 
Ash looks down.
"Maybe. But I never know if people hang out with me for me or…" Her shoulders lift and fall as she darts a glance around the cozy room. "Who my parents are."
"I've known Sabri since we were five and you…" Her lips curve in a soft smile. "You never cared. You're real. Hell, you've turned down most of my offers to go on trips like this one." She tightens her fingers around yours. "You're a true friend."
You blink in astonishment. "I never realized you felt this way."
Ash lets out a watery laugh. "Well, I’m telling you now." She joins her hands in a pleading gesture, displaying her best puppy dog expression.  "So can you please, please, please come to spa day?"
"Okay, but you promise it’ll just be the three of us?"
She beams at you and nods frantically.
"I promise." Her head pivots to the side. "Sabri?"
The latter sighs.
"Sure. I promise," she confirms with a smile. 
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You purr as the masseuse kneads at the tight knots in your joints and muscles. This feels incredible. It staggers you that you almost turned their offer down. It’s your first time getting pampered like this.
The day surprised you. 
You actually had a nice time with your friends, getting spa treatments and chatting about everything and nothing. 
It reminded you of the early days of your friendship, when you started as roommates, when things were light and breezy. Carefree and fun.
You sorely missed that. 
You turn to Ash and Sabri. Like you, they are lying on their stomachs with a relaxed expression on their faces. 
"Now I get why you’re always smiling," you tell Ash.
"Feels nice, right?" she chirps.
You acquiesce. "Thanks for getting me to come."
As the massage reaches its end and the masseuses leave the room, you sit up on the table and reach up to touch your shoulder. Your lips tug upwards. All the tension that has piled up over the last few days has dissipated. 
"Well I’m glad you were there," Ash says cheerfully. 
"What now?" you ask.
Ash stretches as she gets up. She grabs one of the bathrobes hooked on the gray wall, tying it around her slender frame. 
"Well, Sabri said they have a heated pool outside. Hydrotherapy is supposed to work wonders and…"
Sabri freezes as she collects her own robe, a strange smile pulling up her lips. She scratches the back of her neck. "But you don’t have to come if you’re tired, of course. I’ll understand if you want to go back."
Head tilted in puzzlement, you frown. You discard your towel in a nearby woven basket and get dressed.
"No, it's fine," you reply, a little confused by Sabri’s behavior.  Why is she being weird all of sudden? You search her face but find nothing out of the ordinary, her smile intact. Despite the peculiar churning in your stomach, you return it. "I promised I’ll stick around. Besides, I'm enjoying the day so far."
Sabri nods. Ensconcing yourself in your warm robe and slippers, you trail behind your friends. The three of you go back to the changing room to slip on your swimsuits. You feel a bit awkward about yours. While Ash’s trendy two-piece shows off her toned form and Sabri’s brand new tankini displays her flat stomach and lean legs…yours is old and unflattering, highlighting parts of yourself you’re not too confident about.
But you pretend away your discomfort as you follow them down the long corridor leading to the pool. It doesn’t matter. You’re with your friends. There’ll be no one around to judge or ogle you. 
You peer up at the glass dome isolating the pool when you arrive. It’s bigger than you imagined, the warmth inside contrasting the snowfall that can be seen through the skylights. 
Ash gets in the water first, tossing her robe on one of the lounge chairs lining the pool’s edge. 
You dip a wary toe at the surface of the water, testing its temperature. 
A smooth baritone suddenly rolls over your back.
"Hey."
Gasping, you almost trip and fall, but large hands latch onto your waist, steadying you. You get a flash of a moment in a bookstore when you were similarly kept on your feet. 
As your face catches fire, you stumble away from the pool’s edge and Steve’s towering frame. 
Dumbfounded, you blink as you take him in…take them in. 
Both he and Bucky are standing a few feet away in swim trunks, their muscular chests glistening in the low light.
"Hi, doll." Bucky beams, lifting two of his fingers to greet you. Your breath catches as you note his other arm - prosthetic - a metal appendage you never noticed before. 
His words when you left the other day resound in your mind, causing your heart to pump a bit faster. You take another nervous step back, your legs trembling. 
As their blue eyes linger on your frame, a spark you can’t place swelling your unease, you hug your body tightly. 
"I…d-didn’t realize you guys would be there," you stammer, keeping your tone as neutral as possible.
You shoot Ash a silent accusatory look that spells 'What the fuck?'. 
She shrugs apologetically, water rippling around her. "Neither did I," she says.
Understanding then hits you. 
A wave of ire overflows inside you as you whirl to your other friend. 
"Sabri, you…" You don’t finish your sentence, choking on your own frustration and anger. She doesn’t even have the nerve to face you, her green gaze clinging to the porcelain floor as she fiddles with the hem of her terry cloth robe. 
Bucky fills your sight, obstructing your view of Sabri. 
His cobalt orbs radiate concern.
"Well, we were invited." He studies you, his forehead creasing. "But we can go if that’s an issue…"
Taking a deep breath, you gather your courage. 
"Actually…" you begin, holding Bucky’s gaze. 
"Of course you can stay," a voice interrupts you. Shocked, you turn to Ash. 
But she isn’t looking at you. She’s looking at Steve, her hazel orbs sparkling with excitement. 
Your mouth squeezes shut as you wobble on your feet. The knife of betrayal sinks into your chest, painfully twisting. 
"Hey, Steve," Ash chimes.
"I smuggled this inside," Sabri sings, mischievously waving a bottle of champagne and glasses you didn’t see before in the air.
Your jaw drops, nearly hitting the floor. She giggles at your expression. 
"Oh, come on. Let loose for once," she taunts.
A warm hand drapes over your shoulder, drawing a sharp exhale from you. Your wide eyes rise to meet Steve’s gentle features. 
"You don’t have to drink if you’re uncomfortable, sweetheart," he encourages, rubbing your shoulder.
Swallowing thickly, you shy away from his touch. His hand falls at his side as he tilts his head, observing you curiously. 
Your pulse clamors in your ears as you stagger away from them, finding a lounge chair to collapse on. 
"Thank you. It’s just…I’m a lightweight," you explain, so softly you don’t think Steve’s heard you anyway.
"It’s okay," he replies, surprising you. 
Ash swims to the edge of the pool, her gaze lifting to yours. 
"You don’t have to stay," she whispers.
"Do you want me to leave?" you inquire.
She nibbles her bottom lip, seeming to ponder what to say. The ache in your chest pulses again. "No, but I know you…nevermind."
Staring down at your lap, you mull over her words, your thoughts getting louder. So loud your brain starts to hurt.
You come to a decision. You’ll stay for the evening. Ash can’t handle her liquor and Sabri…she gets weird once she’s had one too many drinks.
They might want you gone. They might care more about boys than you. And now that you replay your friendship on fast-forward…it occurs to you it might not be the first time. Maybe you brushed off more than you realized for the sake of acceptance, of fitting in. 
So you’ll stay, make sure they’re okay, remain in your corner. Quiet and dutiful. The resident always sober, always dependable "friend".
You’ll stay tonight…and pack your bags in the morning. Use your meager savings to get on the first flight back to the US. 
It’s time to wake up and face the music. No one wants you. And quite possibly, no one ever will.
You send a feeble smile to both Ash and Sabri.
"I’m staying. Don’t worry about me…"
Your voice trails off as you swallow the two words on the brink of spilling out. 
…As usual.
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tsireyasyawntu · 7 months
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hello!!! i rlly love ur blog & i saw ur requests are open— can i request an ahsoka tano x fem! reader where the reader gets hurt in a mission, and ahsoka finds out when she sees her in the medbay and rushes to her bcuz she’s worried and possibly with a soft ending?
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a heavy sigh slipped past ahsoka’s burgundy lips, her lengthy fingers coming to softly press down on the temple of her head.
the sound of clone troopers and jedi shuffling around her echoed off each ship awaiting departure. Ahsoka’s own ship was preparing to set off when her com link went off— catching the beyond exhausted togruta’s attention.
her half lidded, hazy blue eyes traveled down to the small device, catching the sight of the repetitive blinking light. her hand removed itself from her face, reaching down and grasping the com- hitting the button on the left side.
A medical clone was shown on the screen, confusion replacing her exhaustion- watching the clone straighten his back upon catching her eye.
“Commander Tano- I was told to com you about Commander L/n.” The clone spoke, immediately catching every ounce of ahsoka’s attention. “what?” she whispered out, eyes flickering away in a tired manner before straightening her own back and completely indulging.
“commander l/n was brought into the infirmary due to heavy wounds and excessive bleeding- she’s stable, but I was told to contact you just incase.” as each word left the clones mouth, ahsoka’s already hazy mind could barley comprehend what was being said- heavy wounds?— excessive bleeding?— were you okay? what did he mean by “stable”? 
“send me the coordinates immediately.” she commanded, earning a curt nod before the call ended- leaving nothing but an aching hole in the pit of ahsoka’s chest.
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the fatigue of her mind and the pure exhaustion tickling every tip of ahsoka’s body rocked her thoughts as her boots met the floor in a repetitive motion- fighting every urge in her form to not sprint to your medical bed- consuming her breaths inside her chest in order to fight her wants.
She ignored the strange glances and stares from the padawans and clones she quickly rushed by- her eyes immediately snapping to the large numbers above a certain medical door. “CN-00678”. your medical numbers.
Ahsoka halted her movements, her outstretched hand pausing its eagernesses to reach for the door handle. her breath hitched upon her big inhale, eyes momentarily closing- absorbing the feeling of the air flowing through her lungs.
furrowing her brows— she embraced herself for what she might see when she pulled open the door to your room.
the creek of the unattended plastic door was the first noise she heard- soon followed by the familiar beeping of a heart monitor. it was in slow, steady rhythms- a sound ahsoka didn’t know she would be so happy to hear.
her ocean blue eyes skidded through the floor of the room, hesitantly looking up once the bottom of the hospital bed came to view.
her eyes slowly trailed up, your blanket coming to view and soon following with your silhouette.
There you sat, upright; book in your hand and staring right at her.
“Ahsoka?”
relief flooded every inch of her body- lungs deflating of stress.
she released the door and rushed to you, ignoring your small giggle as she wrapped her toned arms around your back, stuffing her head in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. you hummed, dropping your book and grabbing onto her elbow, smiling into the desperate hug. you could tell she was scared, her body was shaking lightly, her breaths were deep and shaky. you hated seeing her like this- hated it.
“oh, ahsoka. I’m sorry.” you whispered by her ear, hands finding her back and massaging up and down. she didn’t say anything, only absorbing the feeling of being in your presence- in being with you.
her arms tightened their grip around you, squeezing you tightly yet so, so gently, as if you were glass- as if she knew where all your wounds were.
“i’m sorry, ‘soka.” she shifted lightly at your words, still not letting you go— and you wonder what exactly she was told. sometimes doctors seem to overreact and explain things in a way that made it seem as if the situation was much worse than it truly was.
“don’t apologize. don’t.” she whispered into your neck, the vibration of her voice tickling your skin. you nodded surely, smiling softly at her desperate touch on you although she couldn’t see it.
you both stayed like that for a while, soaking in one another’s embrace- holding and loving. You kissed her bare shoulder, lips picking at the peaking skin through the war armor.
“i love you. i’m sorry for worrying you. sometimes these doctors exaggerate things, my love.” you giggled out, but not missing how how she didn’t laugh.
“i… i’m sorry i didn’t come sooner.” your brows furrowed at her words, pushing her off of you to look her in the eyes.
“what? ahsoka, don’t you dare apologize. don’t.” you said sternly, catching her saddened eyes.
“i love you. i’m okay. you’re okay. we,” you motioned around you both to the room around you- to your bandages and to ahsoka’s armor. “we are okay.” you kissed her nose, smiling against her and leaning your forehead against hers- watching her teary eyes blink away the water of fear that has spilled through them.
“i.. i love you too.” she said back, and you wiped a small tear as it slipped down her cheek, kissing the place you swiped it from.
“i love you most.”
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Comforting (and Scolding) Your Fellow Seer Obscura
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You hadn't meant to linger.
The meeting with the Sodality had ended an hour ago, but you knew well where Morgan would go once it wrapped up for the evening.
So you lingered.
(perhaps you'd lied when you said you hadn't meant it).
It made no difference when you walked down the familiar hall toward the door you'd first seen almost a year ago. The light spilling from beneath it only confirms you made the right choice.
You knock exactly seven times.
It was a rhythm you had once told him reminded you of your childhood, becoming a sign of sorts.
Without waiting for a response, you push forward, entering the office and meeting the wide-eyed gaze of Morgan Kyne.
"You...?" he began, tilting his head inquisitively before offering a tired smile.
Rather than matching it, your lips curl in the opposite direction as you step inside to shut the door behind you. When you turn again, you are sure your expression is dark with how his smile falters.
"Is something wrong?"
You cross your arms and huff. "Apart from you being in here instead of on your way home? No, not at all."
A chuckle leaves his lips, soft and warm and just as you remembered.
"Sarcasm this late in the evening? Why, what ever did I do to deserve such a treat?" he replies with equal amounts of playfulness, and this time, you can't help but smile at him.
"So you can give as well as you take," you tease, only having heard stories about it.
"Only when the situation calls for it," he says with a wink, rearranging some of the papers scattered across his desk and lowering his laptop to avoid obstructing the view of them. "Which leads me to ask...is there a situation you need me to help with?"
His smile again fades, eyes full of concern and a readiness to help.
Your chest aches as you recall the reason you are here, steeling your nerves and forcing a frown back onto your lips. You aren't entirely sure it is convincing, but you proceed regardless.
"Yes, actually."
Morgan stands without hesitation, moving around the desk and reaching out slowly once he grew close enough. His palms felt warm against your shoulders.
"What is it? Are you alright?"
Ignoring the way your heart practically clawed at your throat, you shake your head.
"I need you to do something for me."
His expression shifts to shock before settling back into a more determined one.
"Anything."
His confidence shakes you, but you still lift your hands to gently grab his wrists and lean in. His eyes widen at your actions, and you swear they flick downward but can't confirm it. When you blink, his eyes are back to meet your gaze, and you brush off the hope that somehow managed to snake its way back into your chest.
"I need you to grab your stuff...."
A nod from him as he hung off your every word.
"And come with me..."
"to...?" he interrupts but you continue after quieting him down with a single squeeze to his wrists.
"...to your car so we can go home, you workaholic."
The office goes silent apart from the two of you breathing, but you are almost positive your heart could fill the room with noise if it could somehow beat out of your body and bounce off the walls.
Hands squeeze your shoulders in a way that has your straightening up.
"You had me really concerned," he sighs, removing a hand to brush it over his face. It moved back upward afterward, raking over his hair before allowing it to fall back into place.
"You still have me concerned," you admit, lowering your gaze and eyeing the floor like it had wronged you somehow. "How many days this month have you been..." you motion around the room, letting one of his wrists go as your arm falls to your side in defeat. "here?"
A chuckle, much less humorous than the previous, leaves his lips.
"You have no reason to be concerned. This is just how it works here. The work needs to get done and I'm one of the people that has to make sure it does," he assures, patting your shoulders twice before moving back a step. You miss the contact almost immediately, even more so when he retreats back to his desk.
"I don't recall seeing any other offices on this floor having the lights on...or any below this floor either," you say, moving closer and pressing your palms to the top of his desk. You are careful not to ruin his paperwork, as the goal is to get him out, not give him more to do.
"Not everyone has the same clock, you should know that better than most," he reminds you.
You scrunch your nose.
"Well I don't care about everyone else," you state, leaning in further to make sure his attention is on you and not his damn laptop. If you could, you'd turn it off yourself with magic, but at best you'd make the damn thing explode.
You didn't know how to be gentle, but you wanted to be.
For him, at least.
(perhaps you were understating just how much you meant it).
"I'm worried about you," you finish, unsure of where the desperation for him to actually listen this time had come from. Maybe it was the ragged look he was sporting or the way that even just your voice seemed to be enough to have his eyes fighting to remain open.
At the meeting, he had appeared as usual: attentive and engaged.
But you knew him better than most ever wanted to.
You knew that every flip of the pages of information wasn't out of curiosity or interest, but an attempt to keep himself busy to avoid falling asleep.
You knew that the exhaustion wasn't from work alone, but from the pointed looks he received whenever he made a suggestion and every backhanded compliment he had to grin and bear for the sake of professionalism.
"...Are you okay?"
A warm hand eclipses one of your own and you look up to find Morgan watching you just as you'd wanted. But now, you realize that maybe it isn't what you want anymore. Not when you felt like your throat was closing up and your vision was beginning to blur.
He had heard you cry more than enough times in the past few months. He didn't need to witness it in person, too.
This was supposed to be his time.
"...I am if you can swear to me you aren't spreading yourself too thin."
Morgan parts his lips, but no words come out as he watches you with that look you could never quite decipher. You assume it is from interest...maybe relief that your presence alone doesn't force him to see anything other than what you are willing to show.
A part of you hopes it is something stronger than that, but you know better than to be greedy. You had already monopolized his time with your problems. You shouldn't try and scramble for any more of it.
Especially not when he looked like he could fall over with a single exhale.
"I can't swear that," he says quietly. "But I can guarantee you that soon I won't be."
You didn't like that answer, but you appreciated the honesty, at least.
"Let me help."
For the second time that evening, his eyes grow wide as if he'd never considered the suggestion.
"Help?"
"With work. With whatever has you stuck to this office. With whatever is hurting you."
He pushes the air from his nose, shaking his head as his eyes close and one hand moves up to his brow as he thinks. When he opens his eyes again, he looks apologetic but sure about his decision.
"It's late. You should go home."
Ignoring the sting of rejection that strikes your core, your words spill out before you can filter them.
"To what? More nightmares? I'd rather be here if that's all that awaits me."
He sucks in a breath, and you curse yourself for the outburst when his gaze drops.
You bend at the knees from your side of his desk until just the top half of your face is visible to him. It makes it easier to meet his eyes again, and you wonder if he can make out the colors swirling in your own as you work yourself up.
Shaking the thoughts away, you focus on the matter at hand rather than your weird complexes.
"Look," you try again, throat awfully dry. "I just don't like seeing you working so hard when everyone else is half-assing their work."
"I thought you didn't care about every one else...?"
An attempt at humor, but you nearly slam your forehead against the edge of his desk.
"I don't, but I care about how their actions are affecting you. They shouldn't be treating you like some lap dog that won't bite back."
Morgan's lips quirk as if you had said something he'd found comical. His hair moves with him when he shifts in his chair. You can't help but notice that he is attractive at this angle as well.
"They treat you exactly the same, or is probationer just an affectionate nickname you let everyone call you?" Morgan replies, snapping you from your thoughts. His earlier humor was replaced with what you have come to learn was frustration. It wasn't often he felt such negative emotions outwardly, but when it came to your treatment, it seemed to be somewhat of a sore spot.
It was sweet, but you had to remind yourself it was an emotion out of obligation.
Nothing else.
The realization that he knows of one of the names the other seers call you causes you to feel warm beneath the collar, but you push it down and shake your head.
You won't be distracted by shame.
You'll show him you are a pillar that can support not only yourself but him as needed.
"How they treat me doesn't matter," you say honestly, "because I have you to remind me their words are just that. Words. Not even clever ones, at that."
"Right..." Morgan relents, but you hold up a hand to show you aren't done.
"So let me into your corner. I want to be there for you, too. I want to be someone you can call on when it becomes too much to handle alone."
He freezes in his chair and the silence nearly pushes you off your feet to the carpet beneath you.
Still, you wait patiently and pray your hand isn't visibly trembling as much as you feel it is.
"You can't possibly mean that."
He tries to smile but fails, instead looking like some sort of wounded animal. His shoulders are pulled taut, lips pursed in deep thought while his eyes remain on you as if you'd disappear if he looked away.
It has your heart squeezing uncomfortably, more bothersome than the pins and needles slowly slipping up from your feet toward your knees.
"I do," you whisper, your voice anything but that pillar you want so badly to portray. "I don't like it when you have to take on the world alone when you told me yourself you'd asked for it to send someone that could understand."
You take in a breath.
"So...I'm right here, aren't I? What you asked for?"
His stare feels like it could drag and drown you—waves of emotions kept at bay only by the black of his pupils, which had grown and nearly swallowed the actual color of his eyes.
"...in more ways than one," he murmurs to himself as his eyes soften.
You nearly ask what he means until he stands again, though this time when he circles the desk, he slowly bends his knees to try and copy your position.
His height hinders the attempt some, but he manages to at least make it so you aren't straining your neck to peer over at him.
You keep your hands on the edge of the desk, unsure of what to expect. His fond expression offers comfort, and rather than butterflies in your stomach, you feel a sense of overwhelming relief. It only builds when he reaches out a hand, leaving you to decide whether to take it.
You don't hesitate—in fact you move far too quickly with how numb your legs have grown. Your loss of balance causes you to stumble forward rather ungracefully, Morgan falling back onto his ass and you half onto him.
When you squeeze your eyes shut, you aren't sure, but when you open them to find yourself staring at the black button-down, you scramble to push off of him as apologies pour from your lips.
Your hands find the floor at either side of his legs, and when you push up, you come face to face with the fellow seer. He watches you with a lidded expression, his almost teasing smild making the laugh you attempt rather strained.
You are almost sure the heat radiating off of your cheeks could warm all of Dahlia.
"...sorry," you whisper, and all he can do is smile wider.
"I asked for this, as you said," he says with a shrug. "But...you never did. Which is why I feel inclined to ask again, are you sure about this?" he asks quietly. "You don't owe me anything, let alone your company or your time."
You can't help but scan over his face while he speaks, doing your best not to stare at his lips. If it had been difficult in normal circumstances, it was especially challenging now.
You wondered if they were as soft as they appeared or if they were chapped from a bad habit of biting and gnawing like your own.
God, you needed to get it together.
"I mean it. And I don't want to do this because I feel like I have some sort of debt to pay," you manage to say, inwardly cheering that your voice was level. "I'm doing this because unlike what I think of everyone else..."
His shoulders shake while he laughs at the jab.
"...I care about you a lot. And that means not allowing you to rot away in what is practically a prison cell with a half-decent view."
"Hey, it has a desk and a couch too," Morgan defends. You send him an exasperated look, the both of you breaking into laughter while still somewhat tangled in each other on the floor of his office.
You give up the fight to remain upward, leaning forward and resting your head against his chest. His heart is a bit fast, and you debate scolding him about caffeine intake until you remember he avoids it because it makes him sleepy.
Swallowing hard, you sink your teeth into your lower lip.
"You..." you begin, but he moves until you are the only one on the floor. He brushes off his clothes and holds out a hand once again. You are a lot more careful when you take it this time around.
When you are back on your half-numb legs, you find yourself reluctant to let go of his hand. It wasn't the first time you'd held it, but it was certainly one of the most memorable.
Lucky for you, he doesn't seem to be in a rush to do so.
"I suppose all that is left to do is pack up, then."
You nod, unable to think of what to say. That is, until his stomach growls, and you feel your face heating for a different reason entirely.
"You." you repeat, this time with enough power behind it that he lets go of your hand to hold both up in surrender.
" I did eat," he promises, but you are almost positive he was talking about the bar from the meeting, and that wouldn't do.
"And you are going to eat again."
You waste no time in gathering his things, ignoring his comment on how efficient you were when you were motivated by anger.
You don't dare say it isn't anger that is fueling you, knowing well what it truly was.
When you both make your way down to the garage, he hands the keys over to you without hesitation. You aren’t the best driver, but you had learned his area of Dahlia like the back of your hand in the last year.
You unlock the doors and squint when Morgan opens yours for you. He even goes as far as to close it once you get into the driver's seat, your thanks murmured once he slips beside you into the passenger seat.
It is when he speaks again that you understand his extra chivalrous behavior.
"What you said...it almost sounded like a confession, you know."
He is teasing. He wants to get back at you for turning the tables on him. You're aware. But that doesn't stop your heart from fluttering wildly in your chest.
Your focus is on getting out of the parking garage without hitting another vehicle.
Morgan's focus is on you and you find the heat both rising to your ears and moving down your neck.
He hums and looks away after a minute. "Must have just been me. I'm sure you didn't mean that," he chuckles. "But I'd be lying if I said your expression wasn't one I enjoyed."
You drive toward one of the restaurants you know he likes, wanting to tell him that he shouldn't be so sure you hadn't meant it. Rather than that, you wait until a red light to remind him you also give as good as you get.
"And what if I did mean that," you challenge, not missing how he perked up at the sound of your voice. "What if you're just blind for a seer, Mr. Kyne?"
For a moment, you wonder if you took it too far. You wonder if you should have let the conversation fall away naturally rather than step deeper into it.
Your mind goes blank when Morgan turns back toward you, your eyes darting back to the road. Your hands tighten against the steering wheel.
"I was joking!" you bend, voice crackling at the edges.
(you weren't.)
When the light turns green and you nearly floor it.
(you don't.)
"I believe you," Morgan assures, looking out the window and using his palm to smother the growing smile on his lips.
(he doesn't. but you aren't the only one who tells white lies from time to time).
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Hii!
Would you do a Rafexfem reader?
8. 'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.'
Friends to lovers.
And would you add me to your tag list for when you upload?
Yes of course! I'll add you to the taglist too- would you like to be on it indefinitely? I've got a TON of Outerbanks stuff coming out within the next month :)
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"How's it going, Y/l/n?" My eyes roll immediately at the familiar voice, Rafe rounding around the corner of the family bathroom to step in front of me, blocking my view of the distant party.
"What do you want, Rafe?" I huff, crossing an arm across my chest while sipping prettily from my red cup, alcohol flooding between my lips seamlessly.
"Jesus, the sass. I don't want anything." He grins handsome, stepping up to me so he can lean against the brick wall beside me. His arm is brushing mine, the touch sending electrocuting shocks down my arm and I can tell he notices it too when he looks down at me with a teasing expression.
"I hardly believe that you came over here just to say hi."
"Well, maybe I just wanted to see how you were doing." His scoff makes me angry but not in the way that I'd like to be, a particular sort of frustration filling me at his boisterous and arrogant attitude.
"I really don't like you Rafe. I don't know where you got the idea that I do." I admit but I'm lying through my teeth, my heart aching painfully in my chest just at the words.
"I really don't believe you." He whispers, leaning in close enough to me that his nose brushes against mine. "You're smiling under that scowl."
"I'm not smiling." I bite back the grin the best that I can but to no avail, a pained laugh leaving me as he smiles proudly of himself, happy to have pulled a reaction from me. "I hate you."
"Oh I bet you do." He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side and I let him with a tired grin. It took him nearly the three hours that the party was up and running to actually come up to me and talk to me, which, has to be a record at this point.
"Stop making fun of me, alright? I'm fragile."
"Alright, baby, I'll stop." The nickname that escapes his lips sends heat rushing south and my eyes widen, gaze frantically looking up at him. "You wanna dance?" He asks, ignoring my shock and taking my drink from my hands to chuck in without my permission before extending a hand out to me.
"With you?" I smile warmly, not expecting the gentle, almost wholesome question from someone who's created so much chaos. I just take his hand as an answer, a bright grin slipping across my lips as he leads me into the sand.
"I told you, you don't hate me."
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