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Hello can I ask for something? Please… How would Wally and his friends react to the human and albino reader?
(the reader is as white as snow, and he always has to go out with an umbrella so he doesn't get burned/hurt in the sun)
I did some research before writing I wasn’t ignoring you 😭
Also love this! I think it’s good. I didn’t kinda rush it I’m running off like two hours of sleep so🧍🏻also I know you referred to reader as ‘he’ but I wanted it to be gender neutral just so everyone is welcome. But you can change it if you want.
Also I think I’m going to draw this albino reader! I have an image in my head and you look adorable!!
But enjoy I hope it’s your to your expectations!
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Wally was the first to notice a new house in his neighborhood and he just had to introduce himself, maybe ask you to have a picnic with him and his friends this afternoon.
“Okay, Home! I’m off to meet our new neighbor.” Wally gets creaks and taps are a response from Home as he slips on his cardigan. “That’s nice. What do you think they look like?”
Home opened its door, responding to his questions to go find out for himself and he was off after a short goodbye.
Walking along the colorful and cheerful neighborhood he makes it to the new house. It’s beautiful but—
It’s huge! The doorknob was far from his reach, Wally wasn’t intimidated, he thought this was the coolest house he’s ever seen besides Home.
Knocking on the tall and large door he waits patiently. All of a sudden he started to feel nervous? What if their new neighbor is as tall or more taller than his best friend Barnaby? Maybe Poppy?
The click of the door gained his attention and he looked up to be blinded by breaking heavenly light.
In actuality it was only you in your comfy, flow-y clothes looking confused at the air.
Wally was mesmerized. He didn’t think a human would ever come to this neighborhood let alone someone who wasn’t colored in. You are as pale as snow. Hair pale as well. The only color he could see were your eyes and was a pink-red reflection from the slight sun that was peeking through.
Snapping out of it for a second time he greets you. “Hello, neighbor! Nice to meet you!”
You jump at the voice and look down while holding your hand to your heart in shock. You see a short puppet smiling up at you with sleepy, low lidded eyes. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. It’s really nice to meet you..”
“How rude of me! I’m Wally. Wally Darling.” He smiles.
You give a smile back and hold your hand out to shake his, being careful of the light. “It’s nice to meet you, Wally. I’m Y/n.”
What a lovely name. Fits perfectly. He looks at your hand then back at you before looking back at your hand. You had five fingers, not four. How interesting.
“Um…Wally? Is everything okay?” You're getting nervous, was it something you said?
“Oh no, not at all! It’s just that,” he gets a hold of your hand gently and feels it with his other hand, feeling the smoothness and tracing the lines. “I’ve—well not to sound rude but I’ve never seen a human before, let alone one that’s white as snow. Do all of you look like this?”
You shake your head and let out a chuckle. “No. We all come in different shapes and sizes as well as different colors. The world would be boring otherwise, don’t you think?”
Wally nods, still staring at your hand before remembering something. He lets go of your hand and looks up at you. “Oh right! I came here to invite you to a picnic my friends and I are having this afternoon, care to join us?”
You frown and immediately Wally mimics it. He doesn’t like your frown, it doesn’t suit you at all. “Afternoon? While the sun is out?”
“Is that a problem? Do you not like it?”
“It’s not that-“
“Please? Everyone would love to meet you!” He insisted, giving you a pleading face that no one can resist.
And you fall victim to this adorable pleading and sigh. “Oh alright. I’ll go, just don’t look at me like that.”
“Perfect! Meet us at the hill over there, okay? We’ll be waiting for you.”
And just like that gone. Well, might as well get ready.
Back with Wally he runs back to home, calls everyone for a neighborhood meeting at Poppy’s ASAP then runs out to his little electric toy car and races off to Poppy’s.
When he got there everyone was accounted for so he didn't waste time. “Okay I have an idea to make our new neighbor feel welcome!”
“Oh! Is it a party?” A blonde puppet cheers. “Wait! You’ve met them already? No fair!”
“Oh what do they look like?” A star puppet, Sally adds in.
“You’re not gonna believe me but they're white! Like a blank canvas.” Wally reveals his eyes wide in admiration.
“White as in the color? There’s no such thing.” A gray puppet, Frank shakes his head.
Wally tilts his head. “Well, why not? You’re gray, I’m yellow, we’re all different.”
“Yes but white is translucent-“
“Well I think that’s cool!” Sally cuts in with a smile, her rays spinning with excitement.
“Sally’s right. We shouldn’t be judgmental.” The big feathered puppet, Poppy also known as the mother of the neighborhood, scolded. This gets Frank mumbling and apologizing and getting pats on the shoulder from Eddie, the neighborhood’s postman.
“Well what's your idea, Wally?”
“Oh right!”
~~~skip to later that afternoon~~~
After getting ready to put on some sunscreen, you take a hold of your big sun hat. Which is a normal sun hat but it’s just a bit wider in diameter and has a full body length mesh cover. It’s thin enough to be lightweight and wind to pass through but thick enough to block you from the sun. With a condition like yours it can be pretty painful to get sunburn.
As well as your condition, your eyesight is not the greatest but that doesn’t scare you from walking confidently around a new place. It’s more fun that way. However looking at something for too long can cause your eyes to hurt a bit so you keep them busy by looking at literally everything.
On the way to the hill you see an archway and once walking through it you find a basket on the ground. Curious, you pick it up and look around. Unbeknown to you that the group was spying on you behind the bushes.
“Oh what if they don’t like it? It will all be ruined.”
“Relax, Poppy. The cookies were delicious!”
You open the basket to find cookies and a small note. Reading ‘I hope you like the cookies I baked. Welcome to the neighborhood! —Poppy.’ That’s so sweet! But why not send them to your home? Ignoring it, you keep it and continue forward.
“They look so cool!”
“I know right and look at their hat! They look like flow-y jellyfish.”
You pass another archway and see a bag of fruits, in it, another note. ‘Welcome to the neighborhood! Let’s be friends— Howdy.’
“Should I’ve gone with snacks?”
“No, it's perfect.”
“And healthy. Ha. Ha.”
You giggle at the note, now seeing a pattern and take the bag of fruits and on the bag was a logo called ‘howdy’s place.’ You place the bag inside the basket being careful with the cookies.
Next was a headband with horns, a drawing and a sheet of colorful stickers. Another note, this one was filled with stickers. ‘Welcome to your new home! Let’s have a sleepover okay?—Julie’
“The horns are a cute touch. You guys will be matching!”
“Awe thank you Sally! Do you want one too?”
“Yes!”
“Can I have one?”
“Sure, Wally!”
Moving on after securing the crafts inside the basket you find a letter this time, with some cute mail stamps and colorful envelopes. ‘Welcome home! Hope you feel welcomed— Eddie.’
“You have more of the envelopes?”
“Sure! I’ll send some over.”
Next, there was a small whale plush, really soft! ‘Whale-come home!—Barnaby.’ You laugh at the pun and give the plushie a squeeze, now holding it in your arms.
“Nailed it!”
“Good one, bud.”
“Thank you!”
You were almost to the hill. How many more gifts are there? You don’t think you can carry all this.
As you walk the rest follow, quietly of course. Other than Wally none of them have fully seen you and your jay covering you head to toe is making them curious by the second. You then find a small box with stars all over it, opening it you find a beaded bracelet and a note. ‘Hope you like it! Welcome to the neighborhood!!—Sally.’
You’re starting to get emotional, no one has ever done this for you. With your condition, your genetics, other people didn’t like it. For whatever reason you got teased about it, you never really know why.
Wally and the gang make it to the hill before you since you crouch down to re-arrange the item to fit in the basket as well as put on the bracelet Sally gifted you. The last two surprises they needed to be at the hill.
Frank leans down to Wally and whispers his concern. “Are you sure this will work?”
Wally hums and looks up at him before looking forward, waiting on you. “I’m sure of it.”
“Hey Barnaby! Help me with the sign?” Julie asks, her and Sally holding up the welcome home sign that Wally painted as well as all their small notes and signatures. It’s a gift for you, so you could hang it and remember this moment.
Back to you, you walk up the slope as a butterfly flaps around you. Timidly, you hold your hand out and the butterfly lands on your hand. Your hat becomes visible and that was Frank's cue to send the swarm of butterflies. He’s not a butterfly whisperer but he does know a lot about them.
In awe of the thousands of butterflies a cheerful bunch of voices ring in your ears. “Welcome home!!”
Once the butterflies flap away you get a clear view of the sign and everyone under it. To say the least you were speechless, they all did this for you?
“Is this all for me? Gee, I don’t know what to say, thank you!”
“Y/n, come join us. Don’t be shy.” Wally gestures you over and into the shade. “Why are you wearing that? We can’t see you.”
“Oh, sorry! I wear this to protect myself.” You explain, walking over and sitting down next to Wally all the rest are now fully interested in you.
“Protect yourself? From what exactly?” Eddie asks.
You are worried they will tease you like the rest and after a short silence, Wally reassures you that it’s okay. Believing him you took a deep breath and took your hat off.
Wally was right. You’re white as snow. Sally and Julie thought you were ice royalty with the flow-y clothes and hat acting as your crown. Or like a jar of white glitter shaking in the sunlight.
Barnaby thinks you’re cool! Really unique and one of a kind. He wants to try on your hat so bad. Eddie, Frank and Howdy think this as well, they see you as one of a kind and they may or may not want to try out your hat as well. What? They say it’s cool looking and they can only imagine what it looks like from the inside. Can you see? Does the wind feel nice? They wanna know.
Poppy was a little more nervous. She thought you were more fragile than you actually are. You looked like a porcelain doll to her and she’s afraid she’ll break you.
What caught their eye was that you are human! They’ve never seen one up close before. Were all like this? Maybe it’s a human thing? Do all five have fingers? You don’t have a tail or floppy ears, no feathers nor horns.
“Questions.”
“Hm?”
“The hat is supposed to protect you, is it to prevent you from breaking?”
You smile at Sally’s question and hand over your hat to Barnaby since the big beagle was making grabby hands at it. “It protects me from the sun, otherwise the sun can hurt me.”
“How? The sun is warm.”
“Well as you can tell I’m really pale,” you show your arm for them to see and you almost lose it when they lean forward to get a better look. “I was born with little to no melanin, which is a pigment the body makes to give the human color, like skin, eye and hair color.”
“So you were born without it, how sad!” Poppy frown.
“The sun is just too hard on my skin and will give me painful sunburns if I’m exposed to it.” You give her a reassuring smile, touched that they care so much.
“Wouldn’t you get hurt if you’re out here?” Howdy questions, taking the hat back from Barnaby and setting it on your head. You move the long mesh back to keep your face exposed and you shake your head, gesturing to the tree you were currently sitting under.
“The tree has enough shade to cover me, although still being out here for too long can still hurt me. This hat helps a lot.”
“That’s cool you can live with us. I don’t think I can, I love the sun.” Barnaby pats your head and plays with Julie and sally. Enjoying the sun. There were enough questions for today and now they were just relaxing under the sunlight.
Wally stays with you, holding an apple with care. “Did you like your welcome gifts?”
You turn to him and hum, nodding and smiling. “I loved them. Thank you.”
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Strawberry Bracket: Semifinals, Poll 1
Propaganda from submitters Under Cut
Kuusuke Saiki
Threatened to reveal his brothers psychic powers to the world via live stream if didn’t complete a series of tasks that I would consider to be shitty saw traps all to reveal a birthday cake and some birthday wishes. Dude’s got issues
He’s also a teaboo
He is blonde and he is such a prick. Absolute jerk. Such an honest to god bitch.
Kuusuke that bitch. He's such a fucking dickwad I hate thisan so much. I am an avid hater of blondes but this vile piece of shit takes the cake. Dude plays psychological warfare games on his brother and acts all but hurt that he's not always the smartest guy in the room. He's like if Albert Einstein was also the guy from saw. Except unlike the guy from saw he directs all of his hatred towards Kusuo (his brother). He treats every member of his family like dogshit and has a God complex that is threatened by the mere existence of his brother. Which yeah, sure, I get that it can be hard to be praised for something your whole life only for it to be immediately made unimportant by your little brother with psychic powers, but Christ on a cracker! No need to spend your entire life but hurt about it
please consider kuusuke is a flaming faggot.
Did i mention that kuusuke enslaved a town of old people that included his own grandparents? Cause he did that.
Nanami Kiryuu
She's the mean girl of the show, and a pretty interesting take on the "bitchy vain school rival of the protagonist" trope. She spends most of her early screentime being a bully and most of her later screentime being both the biggest loser imaginable and deeply sad/troubled (which still does not erase how much of an asshole she can be). She even laughs like your stereotypical mean rich girl. Nanami has so many problems and sucks so so bad. I adore her.
Shes a psychotic bully who seeks to ruin the lives and reputations of any girl who gets more of her brothers attention than she does. Reasons Nanami Kiryuu deserves to win: - she has made many attempts at physical and psychological terrorism against Anthy Himemiya (including a plotted wardrobe malfunction at a crowded social gathering) simply for drawing more of her brother's attention than her - tried to fill Anthy's bedroom with wild animals (a snail, a snake, and a live octopus) to make her out to be a freak only to find that her room was already full of wild animals - she bankrolled an elementary schoolers crush on her to turn him into her personal boyservant - briefly non-personed a member of her bully entourage for sharing an umbrella with her brother - received a luxury cowbell due to a shipping error and smugly wore it to school for weeks flaunting it like high coture - when her bully entourage rebelled against her due to her brothers manipulation she brought them back in line by just straight up beating the shit out of all of them - all in all just a petty, goonish motherfucker (she also does the ohohohohoho anime girl laugh)
she's blond: despite being Japanese her hair is yellow, unlike her brother's. yellow is even her image color. she's a jerk: introduced as a jealous and dishonest scheming bully, she is one of the more outwardly antagonistic characters in a cast where pretty much everyone is a Real Piece Of Work she's the best: the quintessential ohoho-laughing ojou, her fully-realized character arc makes people both laugh and cry even her sidekick is a blond jerk! how many blond jerks have their own blond jerk sidekick?
i don't know what you've heard but she's NOT the kind of girl who lays eggs!
The token mean rich girl of the franchise. Does the classic "ohohoho" laugh. Doesn't like either of our main characters. She never actually seems to get her way, and secretly has a lot of her own problems. also she lays eggs and turns into a cow
Absolutely THE quintessential anime mean girl. I mean literally her laughing is THE meme for the hohohoho anime laugh. Needs attention So Badly and straight up bullies anyone she deems a threat to that (so basically Everyone). I haven’t finished RGU but apparently she duels with the intent to kill and drowned a kitten once because it was taking up too much of her brother’s attention? Also she’s 13 which explains a lot
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Coming Out (Avenger! Loki X Plus Sized Female Reader)
Relationship: Avenger!Loki x Plus Sized Female Reader
Summary: Reader has something she needs to share with Loki. (w/c 2.7k)
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. smut. Language. MLW and WLW smut. some negative self talk,
AN: definitely not beta read. I haven't written smut in a LONG time so.... yeah, that. Kjaere is a nordic way of saying sweetheart (I saw another writer use it once who knows how long ago and i've been using it irl so it felt right to use)
Also struggled for the right image. Art by https://www.instagram.com/andlatitudeart/
Today would be the day you told him. You had wanted to tell him from the beginning, but you were shocked in to almost forgetting about it entirely.
It had been a whirlwind time- Loki moving into the tower full time, shortly followed by the massive feelings you developed for them. You found yourself next to each other often, which led to conversations, and before you knew it Loki was sharing a blanket with you during a movie in the common room. This had made you nervous, but Loki smiled, and tucked his hair behind his ear casually. That moment you knew you were done for, but kept it to yourself, knowing in your deep self that one Loki Laufeyson would never return the feelings. Men like Loki, ones who were as smart as they were good looking, (and dear lord was Loki good looking), did not get involved with people like you. They would make friendships, maybe flirt some to get you do to some favors for them, but never date or fall in love. No the “fat funny friend” didn’t get prince charming.
So it was such a shock that day, on the way back to the tower from a successful outing to the bookstore, that Loki took your hand in his. You were stunned into silence, as the affectionate touch lit your whole soul on fire. You walked in silence for a few blocks, until it had started raining. You had planned ahead, and had brought an umbrella, but had to drop Loki’s hand to open it. Once you did, and turned to Loki to encourage him to stay dry, he just flashed you his million watt smile before placing a searing kiss on your lips.
As soon as he pulled away, you started giggling. “Come now Loki, what on earth was that?”
“Beg your pardon? A Kiss? Surely You know what a kiss is, Darling.”
“And what is this…. Kiss? I can take a joke better than most, but I do not tolerate cruel tricks Laufeyson.”
This was when Loki’s brows furrowed. “Are you mocking me darling?”
“You mocked me first. Do you expect me to think that the trickster, YOU,” and you gestured to all of him, “would kiss… ME” and gestured to yourself.
“If you won’t take my word,” Loki had started and then took your face in his strong and lithe hands and kissed you again, begging your mouth with his, and when you granted access, slipped his tongue furiously around yours. When he finally let you come up for air, you exhaled a frosty breath.
“Is that clearer?” the god asked.
You had lost your words, and your defiant attitude. And managed to nod in agreement. In some unspoken understanding, you both rushed back to the tower, where Loki descended into you again in the elevator, and unbroken led you to his private quarters.
You blushed at the memory.
Hands flashing to pull, tug and tear the clothing from his muscular frame, and your soft curvaceous form. Kisses turning into nibbling, sucking, moans filling the air. In the heat of the moment you even forgot any self consciousness or mortification over your body, as Loki ministered his blistering hot mouth and cool venturesome touch furiously drawing out your first orgasm. Barely letting that one settle, he was dragging his cock over your soaked folds, as you grabbed for him. “Loki” you moaned, breathless, “Wait.” He paused and kissed you deeply. “Yes?” He asked as he peppered more kisses down your neck. He nibbled your pulse point on your neck, while gently rolling your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a new moan. “Don’t you want me to,” you struggled to say “return the favor?”
“hrm?” as each touch from him was making you quiver under his body. “I need you.” And Loki leaned back on his knees and firmly hoisted your hips towards him as if you weighed practically nothing. Rubbing his tip along your entrance, he muttered again. “I need, YOU.” Making sure his wild, lust filled eyes met yours as he slowly, yet surely bore into you. You released a deep and throaty moan, taking his considerable size in pleasure. Loki barely managed “Oh my good girl.” And you fluttered around him. He started slow, but did not take long to set a frantic pace as he chased his high. You were a mess underneath him, fists grabbing at the bed, moaning his name. You knew he was close when he brought his thumb to your clit, “Good girl taking me so well. Cum for me my good girl.” he praised and commanded. And the dam broke, a form of scream escaping your throat as you came and squirted all over Loki, as they too let his voice rasp out a sound as all of him tensed in orgasm. You both had laid there for a while, catching your breath, sweat glistening on your bodies in bliss. Loki pulled you to him and held you to his chest, nuzzling your hair.
It wasn’t long before you started to come back into your thoughts, and couldn’t believe what had just happened. You quickly pulled the sheet to cover yourself, keenly aware of just how much flesh was on display. Loki bemoaned “Oh there goes the best view on Midgard.”
“Look Loki.” you started, thoroughly embarrassed now. “You don’t have to lie to me.”
“Beg your pardon?” Loki began. “I try to demonstrate the passion that I feel for you, and you still believe it untrue? Oh no, my kjaere. I only have the sincerest of feelings for you. I would very much like to court you.”
“Did Thor put you up to this? Tony? Court me?”
“If you don’t want a relationship with me, please just say so. Don’t need to rub salt into the wound.”
“Wait… you’re serious? You want an actual relationship? With me?” You paused long. “Not just a joke? Not just a secret lay on the side?” You must have made a face as you said “Why?”
“Kjaere, yes. Yes- YOU, Why not you!?”
You buried your face into the bed. “Please don’t make me say it Loki.” came out muffled.
He lightly drew his lips along your still bare shoulder “As you wish. Kjaere..”
Thus started the whirlwind of the last few months of your relationship with Loki. It was so sweet, magical, so intense. You had never before felt so blissfully happy in a relationship, even if the copious PDA made you feel exposed at times. It was a special thrill to be seen in this new role, girlfriend, and others faced with the knowledge as well. Loki was not ashamed of you for even a moment.
He spent every moment he could, touching you, honoring you, making love to you, thrown back in rapturous ecstasy with you. And you were still surprised every time.
And one day, it occurred to you, that you weren’t being completely honest with yourself or Loki.
That night, after dinner, you encouraged Loki to have a drink with you out on the patio. With a deep sigh after a sip of your wine you spoke. “Loki”, “Kjaere” and he beckoned you to lean back into him on the chaise. You did, and he immediately casually wrapped you in his arm. “I need to tell you something,” You closed your eyes, heart pounding, fear boiling in your veins, terror in your voice.
“Loki, I’m queer. I don’t just like men.” There you said it. You took a giant gulp this time. Stammering, “I’m bi.” “Or pan.” “Something. Queer.”
Loki craned his neck to look your face. “Help me understand.” he politely asked. “is this regarding your, sexuality?”
Your hand was still a bit shaky as you drank the rest of your wine, Loki’s remaining virtually untouched. “It means, I like men and woman- sexually, romantically. That… that… it really doesn’t matter what the person’s gender identity is, that I can be attracted to them”
“Is that what midgardians call that?”
“Well, the understanding ones do. Others- like my family though- have different names for it.”
“Like what?”
“Abomination, sinner, to start.”
Loki’s demeanor changed. “They really said that?”
You nodded, finding the words lost, stuck in the lump in your throat, as your eyes welled with tears as memories flashed. He kissed your temple.
After a long moment, Loki spoke. “Well I suppose while on the subject, I should tell you, that this is me as well. In my time I have been known to, well frankly, bed a number of would be suitors. Maidens and Lords alike. It always tended to be a moot point in Asgard.”
“Did your father throw you out of the house for having kissed a girl?”
“Oh my sweet thing.” He held you tighter as the tears fell. “Odin is his own brand of horrid. It does nothing to ease the betrayal of your own kin. But I am still an abomination.”
“Because of Thanos and new York?”
“Because of what I am. I am not pure of Asgardian blood.”
Now it was your turn to look your lover in their eyes. “But you’re Thor’s brother.”
“Yes. Brothers of circumstance, shared history and battle. But not of blood. I am…. Of Jotunheim. A frost giant.” He shifted your seats, closed his eyes, and you gasped quietly as his pale skin faded into an icy blue, patterned ridges forming. Blood red eyes opened to gauge your reaction.
“You’re so beautiful… “tracing the line on his cheek.
“I am a monster.” And Loki turned his gaze away from you.
You gently lifted his chin back to look at him.
“Does it bother you at all that I’m queer? That I still have dreams about being with women while I’m with you? Do you worry I am going to cheat on you?”
Loki’s demeanor brightened. “Not at all darling. I know and trust you.”
“Then trust me, you’re no more a monster than I am. And if you refuse to agree- well then you are MY monster.” You kissed him softly. You could feel him smile. “I was terrified to tell you this Lo. Terrified you’d immediately break it off with me.” you leaned into him for comfort.
“Why would I do that?? I may be a monster but that’s pretty low.”
“It’s been enough for others before.” You said low and quiet. “I’ve been too happy to risk it.”
“Kjaere, don’t mistake me for one of these ridiculous Midgardians. I’ve suspected something to this affect for sometime. Before we started courting in fact. I didn’t realize it was such a worry for you, and for that I am sorry.”
“Wait… you knew?”
“SUSPECTED.”
You giggled out the remaining nervousness.
“Why do you think you’re a monster Lo?”
“The stories parents tell their children before sleep, the villains are often frost giants. Asgardian history itself is littered with frost giant horrors. Even my own past, I could not escape what I am.”
“But I love who you are”
You tensed as you realized what you had said, never having said it to another before. You could feel Loki still. You held your breath, debating just running away. Loki held you in place.
“Even in this barbaric form?” he looked at you with his piercing ruby eyes.
“Especially so.” and you kissed him hard, ignoring the chill from his skin.
“Norns. I don’t deserve it.”
“Fuck anyone who thinks that. Look at you, look at me. I’m the one who doesn’t make sense. You’re the most handsome person I’ve ever seen and I’m, just…” and you grabbed your curves for emphasis. “This.” spat out with more venom than ever before.
Loki chuckled. “We make quite the pair, don’t we.”
“gee thanks.” and you stood to leave. Loki grabbed your wrist.
“Love, you misunderstand me. We are too alike at times. I love you for who you are! These curves,” and he reverentially ran his hands over your form, “are just a bonus.”
You chuckled and curled into Loki’s arms. In comfortable silence you both looked out into the city, night descending and the lights taking over the view in peace. Soon though you started to feel the chill and after one shiver from you Loki faded his Jotunn form back to the familiar pale Asgardian body. All the anxiety melted away, feeling more secure in this moment than ever before.
“I have an idea, if you’re open to it.” he whispered. You could feel him move and shift again. You moved to see Loki- not as an Asgardian or even Jotunn - but this time as a tall woman, a dress even accentuating new godly cleavage. Your jaw fell slack.
She started to lead you inside. “It’s been ages since I last made love as a woman.”
That was all it took before you felt yourself melting into your desire for your beloved Loki.
Once back in their room, you could not pull yourself from her body. You kissed her soft lips, and ran your hands over the new softness of her hips, before daring to caress her breast over her dress. She let out a gasp as you played with the now hardening nipple through the fabric. She let you pull the dress over head, letting her even longer hair cascade over the bare skin. You felt on fire, your deep desires taking over.
“Is this your first time with a woman?” Loki asked, breathlessly.
You nodded your head “No”. “it may be surprising, but I’ve had threesomes before” you confessed.
Loki’s eyebrows raised. Before they could ask more questions you descended your mouth over the sweet bud of their hardened nipple, sucking just hard enough to pull a humming sound from her instead. Her hands were running under your top, reaching for your skin as well. Leaning back you whipped off your top and unhooked your bra before throwing it to the side of the bed. She smiled, seeing how erect your nipples were as well. She took one in her hand and pinched just hard enough for you to gasp, causing your own arousal. In a flurry of limbs, tongues and kisses, you were both became bare for each other, you leaning over Loki your own hair hanging down tickling their skin with a smirk from you. You couldn’t wait, you slid down their torso kissing as you slowly pushed her legs apart. Kissing and nipping at her soft thighs, as you teased her folds with a light touch, spreading her slickness before venturing close to the bud of her clit. When you lightly brushed your finger tip around it in a slow, deliberate circle, Loki bucked and shuddered. You looked your partner in the eye as you brought the same finger to your mouth and sucked all of her off.
“So sweet, I need more.” And you descended your mouth, throwing her leg over your shoulder. You lapped and worked your tongue on her clit, drinking of her pussy as if you found the oasis in the desert. As your ministrations brought her closer to her climax, Loki’s hips started to buck and grind on your face until you pushed your arm to pin them down to the mattress. You took your other hand and inserted your index finger inside while still sucking on her clit. She moaned as you slipped your middle finger in as well and started pumping, curving your fingers to find just that spot. You knew when you found it as Loki moaned louder than before. “Kjaere, don’t stop.” And you didn’t you kept going, faster than before and felt them tighten around your fingers. Straining against your arm Loki arched their back and tensed as they came, squirting on your hand and face.
You leaned back on your knees to catch the expression of surprise and bliss on your partner’s face, chest heaving as they worked to catch their breath. “That was new” they managed to say with a grin.
A few hours later, spent and exhausted, basking in the afterglow of so many orgasms (you had lost count after 7), you hummed a contented sigh into the neck of your lover.
“Something on your mind?” she asked.
“nope. Ya fucked it out” you mumbled with a smile. “I love you Loki.”
“Oh my heart. I love you too, get some rest. I can show you how much more in the morning- and you can tell me that threesome story.”
You blushed.
“Deal.”
#Coming Out#loki x plus size reader#loki smut#loki x female reader#loki fanfiction#loki fanfic#wlw loki#fem loki#wlw smut#bi loki#queer loki#queer reader#loki laufeyson#tom hiddleston#loki laufeyson fanfic#star wars#avenger!loki#loki fanart#loki fandom
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anyway now that it’s seven in the morning and i REALLY need to be asleep i’m gonna do a funky funky introduction for an oc i’ve had for about the same amount of time ive been fixating on twst
except he’s just as developed as all my other ocs
(i will actually do a full effort drawing for him..hopefully)
edit: replacing the image ahdhd
anyway so shoshi (name may be changed-im iffy on the name ngl) is based off of shock (nightmare before christmas) i have the other two from the trio and oogie (neon haired guy i’ve drawn a few times) too just need to make a proper intro for them
anyway then his cat familiar z-whos based off of zero
so shoshi is technically supposed to be like white pale but i don’t like it as much so he’s just a normal amount of pale
backstory stuff is a wip but the very base of it is:
shoshi comes from and kind of is (?) a ✨grim reaper family✨ living in halloween town (in which most ghosts will avoid him naturally..dude is almost completely oblivious to that fact)
his childhood wasn’t too bad-growing up he was a rule follower, had good grades, had a few friends-overall good kid so not much happening
the only bad thing being he has a goofy (/j) homophobic and transphobic father who was like hella transphobic
shoshi is trans and slightly fruity-so you can imagine how that went-basically being the bright happy child to being almost cut off from his father-eventually shoshi gave up on trying to get accepted by his father and instead said it was a phase and moved on-this being the main reason he grows his hair out
(when asked about going to nrc he just said he heard it was a good school and tricked them into thinking he was a dude)
anyway back to the being a grim reaper-z was a street cat that shoshi had befriended as a small child basically growing up with z- this cat was also supposed to be the first soul he would help guide-shoshi just didn’t (in a more dramatic way but that’s for me to write when i’m not still figuring everything out) and instead made z his familiar-z is linked to shoshis feelings and it’s rare to see the two having different reactions (so z would have to have a very strong emotion for it to show) which is kind of morbid now that i think about it but i swear it’s more of a in sync kind of thing 😭
the two others from the trick or treater trio are childhood friends
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in general things
shoshi has very sensitive skin to the point where when going outside he has to use a sun umbrella (hence the being pale) which wasn’t much of a problem with halloween town being very cloudy and dark but now in nrc is quite off putting with the quiet and mildly reserved nature along with the sun umbrella
he often takes the role of being responsible for his other friends often scolding them for reckless behavior
shoshi is most definitely a cat dad kind of dude
he and z will give someone the most judgy look if they do something stupid
..and then cover for their ass five seconds later
definitely into darker fashion styles (so like alt or whatever wearing a bunch of dark colored celestial clothing is)
probably has trust issues ajsjdjdj
his dorm is a funky funky oogie boogie one i have yet to fully make (is vice president of it)
anyway now that it is a whole ass hour later i’m gonna go sleep
#kilos twst ocs#twst oc#original character#twst shoshi#art#oc rambling#twisted wonderland#kilo needs sleep#twst z#kilos ocs#i’m tempted to do a x reader with a few of my chars#it’d be kinda funny#so if anyone wants to see that i am all ears to hear#i may delete those tags when i wake up#oc intro
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Book Notes: Poetry Unbound
I didn’t make any resolutions this year, but a podcast I listened to in December about accomplishing big reading projects (War and Peace, Moby Dick, Shakespeare’s entire oeuvre) by breaking them into manageable chunks, reminded me that I do have an unresolved intention of incorporating more poetry into my reading life. I think about it when National Poetry Month rolls around or when I’m shelving/tidying in the Poetry section. Then I get distracted by the latest novel I’m reading and my intention goes by the wayside. Breaking it up into manageable sections, say reading one poem a day, even if I did this only some of the time, would still be more poetry overall than I’ve read in many, many years.
Then I finished my last audiobook and noticed that I had Poetry Unbound: 50 Poems to Open Your World by Padraig O Tuama in my “to listen” queue. Why not try listening to some poetry, I thought? Poetry Unbound the book grew out of the Poetry Unbound podcast that Padraig O Tuama hosts, which is under the umbrella of Krista Tippet’s On Being Project. I’d been drawn first to the cover, and then the set up of the book. Padraig O Tuama begins with a short lead-in to the poem, then the poem, and follows with his thoughts on it. The range of poets is modern and wide, many of whom I’ve not been exposed to before, and still others I only know by name from shelving or ringing people up. It also doesn’t hurt that Padraig narrates the book himself, in his lovely Irish accent that seems to give each word added weight.
Listening to the audiobook, I was reminded that poetry benefits from being both seen on the page and spoken aloud, even if it is just you, the reader, who is doing the speaking. By listening to the audiobook, I missed the visual impact of how each poet chose to structure their poem. When Padraig would refer to how the poem appears on the page in his reaction it gave me some idea of it, but it just made me realize how much a poem can say with its structure as well as each carefully chosen word. And then to hear the words spoken aloud, with pauses and stresses, gives them life in a way that my internal voice does not. Listening created space for my thoughts and feelings to breathe. It gave me time for me to consider the resonance of the idea or image. I suppose what I am saying is this is a book that begs to be both read and heard, if that is a possibility for you.
The reflections following each poem are a delight because not only does Padraig talk about what each poem means to him, he also discusses various poetic devices and terms like alliteration and voice. Some of them I remembered from my undergrad classes. Many of them I don’t think I ever knew. He asks open ended questions to underline the questions the poet is asking. He draws attention to the choices the poet made, bringing us deeper and closer to their intention. He illuminates the context of the poem and the poet, so that I had a much richer and fuller experience with each poem than I would have had if I was simply reading them on their own.
If you are interested in reading more poetry this year, I highly recommend Poetry Unbound as a wonderful place to start!
— Lori
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hey! I wanted to ask what your favorite poetry books are? I have a few but I want to read new and interesting stuff, and I trust your taste :D
hiii ♡
tbh i only started reading poetry collections like,, last year. i'm subscribed to poetryfoundation's newsletter (poem of the day) so i usually just read random poems
anyway, i'm not sure my recs could be considered new (cause i'm gonna start with Mary Oliver ♡) but feel free to message me if you want to know the themes, style, feeling (vibes, if you will) or anything you want to know about these collections. for now, i'm linking my favorite poems in each collection, i hope this helps you choose! ♡
here you go:
Dream Work —Mary Oliver (“Wild Geese.” “Dogfish.”)
Red Bird —Mary Oliver (“Summer Morning.” “Love Sorrow.”)
Blue Horses —Mary Oliver (“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song.” “Loneliness.” “Little Crazy Love Song.”)
The Wild Iris —Louise Glück (“Sunset.” “Retreating Light.”)
Haruko/Love Poems —June Jordan (“On a New Year’s Eve.” “Mendocino Memory.” “Toward a City That Sings.” *under the cut)
Extracting the Stone of Madness —Alejandra Pizarnik (“Primitive Eyes.” “Summer Goodbyes.” *under the cut)
Ariel —Sylvia Plath (“Tulips.” “The Rival.”)
Prelude to Bruise —Saeed Jones (“Postapocalyptic Heartbeat.” *under the cut)
Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth —Alice Walker (“Coming Back from Seeing Your People.” *under the cut)
I Must Be Living Twice —Eileen Myles (“Edward the Confessor.” *under the cut)
Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth —Warsan Shire (“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre.”)
The Black Unicorn —Audre Lorde (“Hanging Fire.” “Sister Outsider.”)
Bright Dead Things —Ada Limón (“The Riveter.” “Glow.”)
Night Sky With Exit Wounds —Ocean Vuong (“Thanksgiving 2006.” “Logophobia.”)
Postcolonial Love Poem —Natalie Diaz (“Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.”)
Crush —Richard Siken (“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out.”)
Once —Alice Walker (“So We've Come at Last to Freud.”)
“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan
Into the topaz the crystalline signals
of Manhattan
the nightplane lowers my body
scintillate with longing to lie positive
beside
the electric waters of your flesh
and
I will never tell you the meaning of this poem:
Just say, ‘She wrote it and I recognize
the reference.’ Please
let it go at that. Although
it is all the willingness you lend
the world
as when you picked it up
the garbage scattering the cool
formalities of Madison Avenue
after midnight (where we walked
for miles as though we knew the woods
well enough to ignore the darkness)
although it is all the willingness you lend
the world
that makes me want
to clean up everything
in sight
(myself included)
for your possible
discovery
“Primitive Eyes” by Alejandra Pizarnik
Where fear neither speaks in stories or poems, nor gives shape to terrors or triumphs.
My name, my pronoun — a grey void.
I’m familiar with the full range of fear. I know what it’s like to start singing and to set off slowly through the narrow mountain pass that leads back to the stranger in me, to my own emigrant.
I write to ward off fear and the clawing wind that lodges in my throat.
And in the morning, when you are afraid of finding yourself dead (of there being no more images): the silence of compression, the silence of existence itself. This is how the years fly by. This is how we lost that beautiful animal happiness.
“Summer Goodbyes” by Alejandra Pizarnik
The soft rumor of spreading weeds. The sound of things ruined by the wind. They come to me as if I were the heart of all that exists. I would like to be dead, and also to go inside another heart.
“Postapocalyptic Heartbeat” by Saeed Jones
I.
Drugged, I dreamed you a plume of ash,
great rush of wrecked air
through the towns of my stupor.
And when the ocean in your blood went toxic, I thought fire
was what we needed: serrated light through the skin, grenade
in the chest—pulled linchpin.
I saw us breathing on the other side of after.
But a blackout is not night; orange-bottled dreams are not sleep.
II.
I was a cross-legged boy
in the third lifetime,
empire of blocks in my lap while you walked
through the door of your silence,
hunting knife in one hand, flask in the other.
I waited for you until I forgot to breathe,
my want turning me colors only tongues of amaryllis could answer for.
It owned me, that hunger,
tendriled its way into my name for you.
III.
In a city made of rain
each door, a silence; each lock,
a mouth,
I walked daily through the spit-slick streets, harbingers on my hands in henna:
there will be no after
Black-and-blue-garbed strangers, they called me Cassandra. (I had such a body then.) Umbrellas in hand, they listened while they unlistened.
there will be no no.
after
the world will end no.
you are the reason it no.
ends
you no.
IV.
I didn’t exactly mean to survive myself.
Half this life I’ve spent falling out of fourth-story windows.
Pigeons for hair, wind for feet. Sometimes I sing
“Stormy Weather” on the way down. Today, “Strange Fruit.”
Each time, strangers find me
drawing my own chalk outline on the sidewalk, cursing
with a mouth full of iron,
furious at my pulse.
V.
After ruin,
after shards of glass like misplaced stars,
after dredge,
after the black bite of frost: you are the after,
you are the first hour in a life without clocks; the name of whatever
falls from the clouds now is you (it is not rain),
a song in a dead language, an unlit earth, a coast broken—
how was I to know every word was your name?
“Coming Back from Seeing Your People” by Alice Walker
Coming back
From seeing your people
You were
So wonderfully
Full
Of yourself.
But now
You have supped
With vampires
They have fed
Feasted
On you.
They arise
Bright-eyed
Fit.
You alone have lost
Not only
Your sleep
But also
Your glow
The luster of
Affection
Heart welcome
Your people
Sent home
With you.
Beloved
You must learn
To walk alone
To hold
The precious
Silence
To bring home
And keep the precious
Little
That is left
Of yourself.
“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles
I have a confession to make
I wish there were
some role in society
I could fulfill
I could be a confessor
I have a confession to make
I have this way when I step
into the bakery on 2nd Ave.
of wanting to be the only
really nice person in the store
so the harried sales woman
with several toned hair
will like me. I do this in all
kinds of stores, coffee shops
xerox shops, everywhere I go.
And invariably I leave my keys,
xeroxing, my coffee
from the last place
I am being so nice. I try
so hard to make a great
impression on these neutral
strangers right down to
the perfect warm smile
I get entirely lost and
stagger back out onto
the street, bereft
of something major.
It’s really leaning
too hard on the everyday.
My mother was
the kind of woman who
dragging us into stores
always seemed to charm the pants
off the cashier. She was such
a great person, so human
though at home she was
such a bitch, I mean really
distant. I imitate her and
I don’t do it well. She didn’t
leave her wallet
or us in a store.
I’m just a pale imitation
it is simply not my style
to open the hearts of
strangers to my true
personhood. I hope you accept
this tiny confession of what
I am currently going through.
And if you are experiencing
something of a similar nature
tell someone, not me,
but tell someone. It’s the new
human program to be in. It would
be nice for at least
these final moments if
we could sigh
with the relief
of being in
the same program
with all the
other humans
whispering
in school. I can’t quite locate
the terror, but I am trying
to be my mother
or Edward the Confessor
smiling down on you with up-praying
hands. I am looking down at the
tips of my boots as I step
across the balcony of the
church excited to be allowed
to say these things. Outside my church
is a relationship. On 11th street
this guy and this woman are selling
the woman so they can
get more dope. All their things
are there, rags and loaves of
bread and make-up.
And there was—
this was incredible.
Two men lying by the door
of the church giving
each other blow-jobs.
They were sort of street
guys, one black one white.
I said hey you can’t do
that here. They jumped
up, one spit come
out of his mouth. If you don’t
get out of here I’ll call
the cops. Don’t call the
cops we’ll go, we’ll leave.
That was a shock. That was more
than I expected to see in
a day. Something about
seeing the guy spit
come out of his
mouth. He didn’t
have to do that.
I guess I scared
him. I couldn’t
believe my eyes.
I was scared too.
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Drunk in Love
Summary: Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.
Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader
Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex
Word count: 7.2k
A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel
18+ Minors DNI
You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.
“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory
“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.
This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.
You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.
Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.
And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)
But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.
Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.
He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.
“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.
You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.
“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.
“Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.
“I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.
Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.
“When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.
Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter
“Fuck.” He muttered
“Any’all got a light?”
No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.
“Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.
“K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.
You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.
And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.
You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.
You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.
You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).
You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.
Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.
“What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.
“Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.
“Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.
“You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.
“Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.
You started to “walk” towards your house resting your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.
“I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.
“Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned blowing out the smoke out with his words.
You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.
"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.
“C’you make me a house?” He asks.
You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.
“Thanks doll” He smirks.
“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.
He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.
His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.
“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.
“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.
“s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.
You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.
“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.
“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.
He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.
When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.
He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.
“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.
“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.
He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.
Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.
“Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.
Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.
He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.
You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”
You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.
You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.
You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.
“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.
But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do. He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.
“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”
“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?
“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.
He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.
“Just you, in general…” You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.
But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.
"I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated
Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.
He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.
You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.
But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.
Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?
You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.
“y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.
You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.
Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.
I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters
“You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.
“You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”
“Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.
"I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of before I go to sleep at night."
You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?
He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”
He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.
“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.
He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.
He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”
“yeah” You start.
“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?
“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.
His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.
“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”
You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs
“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.
“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.
Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind
But you get me so excited, whoa
Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.
“Can I kiss you?" He asks
"...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.
His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it. You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.
Irreplaceable
Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles
“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.
“So are you.”
He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.
You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body. You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.
“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.
“I got it that day you faked sick”
“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.
He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.
This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.
“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.
“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.
“You still with that other girl?”
“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”
“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”
“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.
“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.
“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.
But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.
“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.
“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.
“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.
“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”
“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.
“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.
“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”
He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.
“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.
He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”
He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.
“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.
Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too
Don't I make you feel good?
“M’always wet.” you responded.
From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.
“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.
You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.
“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.
“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.
“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.
“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.
He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.
He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.
The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”
His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.
“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused. He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body.
“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.
Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.
“Shh, just look at me, doll.”
You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.
He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.
“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.
Shawty, your body is so exciting
Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.
He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”
But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.
It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.
“Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.
“Look how good you take it.”
“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.
“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.
He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears. He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more.
You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.
His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.
You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”
You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.
“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.
“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.
You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.
Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.
He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.
“Yeah…fuck baby”
I love when you get on top and you ride it
You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.
“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.
“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.
“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.
“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.
He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.
His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.
The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.
“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.
You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.
He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.
“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.
“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy. Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.
“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.
“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.
“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.
“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.
“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.
“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.
“Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”
You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.
“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.
He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.
“Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.
“Shh baby im right here.”
He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.
“It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.
“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.
He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.
“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.
“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.
“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.
“Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.
“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.
“I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.
“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.
“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.
“Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”
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Pairing: Bucky x Reader. Other Characters for the Series: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Bryce (OMC), Tessa (OFC
Word Count: 7606
Warnings: Miscommunication, Reader and Bucky Self-Doubt, Scheming Co-Workers, Drinking. As I am the Duchess of Fluffiness, here there be fluff.
Summary: While working in the offices of Stark Tower, you develop a friendship with the Avengers. Natasha and Wanda are your partners in crime, but you have your heart set on Bucky Barnes. A night out with your friends might turn that into something more, but not if others have a say about it.
A/N: This is my first time writing Marvel, so hope y’all like it! (image courtesy of IMDb)
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"Oh come on, you know you wanna go out with us tomorrow night," Natasha pleaded. The team had just gotten back after a successful mission. Everyone was looking to blow off some steam, and your friends were pleading with you to go out with them. "It'll be fun," she added.
"Nat, you know what kind of rotten week I had. First, I forgot my umbrella yesterday and got drenched when I was caught out in the rain. Second, my neighbor insists on playing heavy metal music at all hours of the night so I get virtually no sleep. Third, I ran out of coffee this morning and haven't had a chance to get more. I'm tired. All I want to do is get into some comfy clothes and fall asleep to a movie," you explained.
"All the more reason to come out for drinks with us!" Wanda pointed out. "You need drinks to forget how awful this past week was. Then you need to dance with someone. The whole team will be there," she mentioned. "Yes, even him."
You looked at Wanda with a raised eyebrow. She meant that the one and only James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes would be in attendance at the club tomorrow evening. The reason Wanda took the opportunity to point out this fact is that she knew about your massive crush on him.
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You'd been working at Stark Tower on the 42nd floor for some time, filing the "after-mission" reports for the Avengers. When you first met Bucky, it was a day that had started like any other, but it certainly didn't end that way. And you wouldn't change a thing about it.
Bucky had come into your office to turn in a report. You were sitting at your desk on your break, with your chair turned away from the office doors. Totally engrossed in your book, he apologized for startling you when he cleared his throat to announce his presence. You assured him you were so involved in your book that you didn't hear him sneak in, for which you apologized. Nervous laughter from both of you quickly led to a lively discussion of your favorite books, and a promise to sometime visit the library together.
With his now-short, spiky chestnut hair, soulful blue eyes and well-toned body, Bucky Barnes was a force to be reckoned with. Trouble was, a combination like that tends to draw admirers from all corners, especially your boss, Tessa. You hoped that she never managed to get her claws into Bucky. If she did, you knew any chance that he might notice you would be thrown out the window, down 42 floors and smashed on the pavement of Park Avenue.
In your observation, Bucky was kind of quiet, but charming, definitely handsome and you enjoyed his conversations. Being around him didn't scare you, and you relished every moment you spent with him. You were of the belief that the events that occurred during his time as the Winter Soldier were not his fault. Although it would always be a part of him, that was his past. You were interested in knowing more about the man he had become, and hoping for the chance someday to do just that.
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The next day after your discussion with Nat and Wanda about going out, you were doing your usual, filing reports. Your coffee cup was empty, so you stepped into the break room for a refill. When you got back to your desk, a SHIELD agent named Bryce was waiting by your desk. You internally groaned, but put on your best smile. "Good morning, Bryce. What brings you here today?" you asked.
"Oh, I'm turning in my report from the last mission. I was going to just leave it on your desk, but I knew my day wouldn't be complete without seeing your bright, smiling face," he smirked.
Bryce had been trying to flirt with you enough to get you to go out with him on a date. He was tall, with wavy blond hair and brown eyes. He carried himself with a great deal of self-confidence, which to you bordered on arrogance. When he walked through the office on the way to your department, it did not escape anyone's notice. But your heart belonged to Bucky, and then there would always be that other pesky detail. You flat-out weren't interested in Bryce.
"Thank you, Bryce, I appreciate you turning it in so promptly. If I have any questions, I'll let you know," you replied. You gave him a quick smile before resuming your work.
Bryce spent a few more minutes trying and failing to keep your attention before finally leaving out of frustration. You waited until he was completely out of sight before chuckling to yourself and shaking your head.
In the afternoon, you put your earbuds in and turned on the classic rock music. As you moved about the office, certain songs made you dance a little, some made you sing softly to yourself. On your way back to your desk from a filing trip, you were reviewing a report as you walked. Had you been paying better attention, you wouldn't have run into what felt like a brick wall and landed on the floor.
"Whoa, are you okay?" the 'wall' asked.
You looked up to see that you had collided with none other than Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. As in, the man who occupied your thoughts a good deal of the time. Taking the earbuds out, you scrambled to your feet and dusted yourself off after hitting the deck. "Oh my goodness, Sergeant Barnes!" you exclaimed. "I'm fine, should've been watching where I was going, though. Are you okay?" you wondered.
Bucky chuckled. "I'm fine, doll. No harm done whatsoever. Takes more than a pretty thing like you to knock me over," he winked.
You felt your cheeks grow warm with his last comment. "Oh, um, is there something I can help you with?" you asked.
Bucky felt himself staring and didn't realize you'd asked him a question, but he quickly recovered. "Hmm? Oh yeah, yeah, here's my report," he remarked, shoving the file into your hands. "By the way--" he started.
"Hello, Sergeant Barnes," a sultry voice behind him said. Tessa. You narrowly suppressed the urge to repeatedly pound your head on your desk.
"Hello, Tessa," Bucky responded politely.
"Congratulations on a successful mission. I hope it was without any major injuries to anyone, especially yourself?" Tessa inquired.
"Everyone's fine, thank you for your concern," Bucky added, then turned to you. "So, if you have any questions about my report, you'll call me, right?" he asked pointedly.
"Yes, that's right, Sergeant Barnes," you replied.
"I heard the team is going out tonight to celebrate. I happen to have this evening free, maybe I could join you," Tessa persisted, sliding her hands up his chest.
Could she be any more obvious? you thought, rolling your eyes. If she goes out with them, I am definitely going home. Nat and Wanda will just have to understand.
Bucky retreated a couple of steps until Tessa got the hint and removed her hands. "I heard a couple of them talking about it, but I don't know if anything's been decided," Bucky answered before turning to leave. "I should get going, though. Ladies, it was a pleasure, have a good rest of your day." He waved goodbye as he walked to the elevators.
"That is one gorgeous specimen of a man," Tessa observed, staring after him. "I need to find out where they're going tonight," she muttered.
You huffed and smirked to yourself as you added the data to the file on your screen. Tessa's eyes narrowed as she glared at you. "What, like you know?" she snorted.
"Actually, I do know, and it's because I've been invited. Natasha and Wanda were talking to me about it last night," you retorted. And I'm not telling you squat, you silently added.
"Have you decided if you're going?" Tessa asked. She must have sensed your hesitation, because she added, "Probably just as well you shouldn't. Not like anyone would pay attention to you anyway. With the company you'd be traveling in, they're more likely to get noticed than you would be," she remarked. "Don't work too hard," she threw back at you before leaving your area.
Tessa's parting shot helped you to make up your mind about whether or not you would join your friends and go out tonight. You picked up your phone and pressed a number in your contacts. "Hey, Wanda? What time are you and Tash leaving to go out tonight?"
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That afternoon, Natasha and Wanda entered the kitchen for a snack. Wanda asked if the plan was still on for going out tonight, which Steve confirmed. When Natasha mentioned that she had asked you to join them, Bucky nearly choked on his drink.
"You okay there, Buck?" she asked.
"Yeah," he rasped. "Wrong pipe," he said.
"Are you sure it was that, or the fact that I invited our friend to join us? You know her, the one down on 42 that files our reports," Nat explained.
Bucky nodded in understanding. Natasha smirked at him then exited the kitchen, along with everyone else except Steve. As soon as everyone was gone, Bucky turned to his best friend. "Stevie, what am I gonna do?" he whispered.
"About what?" Steve asked, then took a closer look at his best friend. "Wait a minute, you like this girl from 42, don't you? That's what you're so flustered about," he grinned.
"Zip it, punk. So--so what if I do like her? What's not to like?" he remarked. Then he told Steve about how he likes to hang around and talk with you after he's turned in his paperwork. That he loves to hear your laugh at his feeble attempts at humor. He mentioned how earlier down in your office, you literally ran into him because you weren't paying attention.
Steve laughed. "Look, just keep being yourself, it seems to be working for you so far. She may be from the office, but she's been to movie nights a few times. Seems like she fits right in," he observed.
Bucky nodded. "It's so adorable how she sings and dances when no one's around, and she's got her earbuds in. She's sweet and smart and always greets me with the most beautiful and genuine smile when I come by her office," he grinned. Tonight might just turn out all right after all, he mused as he headed to his room to get ready.
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Natasha and Wanda convinced the Tower's car service driver to stop by your apartment to pick you up. You were wearing a ruby red A-line dress with a halter top neckline and a skirt with a hem that stopped just above your knee. The material flowed as you walked to the car in your beige T-strap shoes with a low block heel.
"Whoa, mama! YOU are gonna knock Bucky's socks off tonight," Natasha exclaimed.
"Thank you Nat, but you're exaggerating. There will be plenty of other women at the club tonight to catch his eye and 'knock his socks off', as you say," you muttered, settling back in your seat.
"Honey, relax, we're here to blow off some steam, remember? And if you and Bucky create a little, well then...." Wanda trailed off with a grin as you closed your eyes and groaned.
For the rest of the ride to the club, the three of you caught each other up on whatever gossip there was from your respective work areas. By the time you arrived at the club, you were all laughing. You had just told them about Bryce loitering around your desk that morning. You explained that you pretty much ignored him, which he didn't take well. Nat and Wanda agreed that was probably the best course of action concerning how to deal with Bryce.
The door opened and you saw an outstretched hand, ready to help you out of the car. You placed your hand in the one waiting for you, and were surprised to see that it belonged to Bucky Barnes. He kept hold of your hand and guided you out of the way so that Nat and Wanda could get out.
"Thank you, Sergeant Barnes," you remarked.
Bucky still had hold of your hand, so he twirled you around once before pulling you close to his side. "Wow, you look amazing," he replied softly. "And since we're not at work, how about we drop the formal title?" he asked, after tapping the end of your nose. "You can call me 'Bucky' or even 'James' if you want," he grinned.
You giggled. "As you wish, James," you answered. In response, he closed his eyes, put his hand over his heart and pretended to swoon, causing you both to laugh. By this time, Sam and Steve had assisted Wanda and Natasha in getting out of the car, and everyone was ready to go in. Bucky's hand settled on the middle of your back and guided you through the door and to an open table.
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Sam found a corner booth that was big enough to fit all of you but small enough to be cozy. You all arranged yourselves in the booth while Steve and Bucky went up to the bar to order drinks. Just as they left, you realized that you hadn't told either of them what you wanted to drink. Fortunately, a lime margarita and a glass of water were placed in front of you by a smiling Bucky Barnes.
"Thank you, James," you beamed. "How did you know this was my favorite drink?" you asked.
Bucky sat down next to you on the outside edge of the booth. "One of Stark's barbecue parties this past summer. It was towards the end of the night, and you, Nat and Wanda were sitting by the fire pit," he recalled.
While you searched your memory for the party he was speaking of, he continued. "The three of you were carrying on about something. Then one of them called you a lightweight because you were only on your second margarita and you were very, very giggly," he joked.
You pretended to be outraged. "In my defense, those were lime margaritas only in the sense that there was only enough lime for color," you pouted. As you bantered back and forth, you weren't aware of how the gap between you and Bucky was nearly closed. He reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
Nat cleared her throat and very loudly announced that everyone should go up and dance. The current song playing was full of thumping bass. You told her it wasn't really your favorite type of music. "I don't care, come on let's go!" she declared as everyone piled out of the booth.
Bucky got up to let you out of your seat in the booth, fully intending to sit back down to keep the table. As you passed him, your right hand connected with his vibranium left hand. You tightened your grip on Bucky's hand, then turned to give him one of your best smiles. "Dance with me, James? Please?" you asked.
The touch of your warm hand in his cold metal one felt so natural, normal even. You weren't pulling away, except to tug him closer to you with the ultimate destination of the dance floor. The smile on your face was too dazzling to ignore and before he knew it, he was walking away from the table.
At the exact moment you reached the outer edge of the dance floor, the bass-thumping song ended and a slower song came on. Immediately you felt a bit uncomfortable because you didn't know what to do with your hands or if Bucky even wanted to dance now.
Fortunately for you, Bucky took the lead this time. He placed your left hand on his bicep and slipped his right hand around your waist and pulled you closer, almost joined at the hip. He grinned when you gasped in surprise then smiled at the contact, but he kept your right hand securely in his left. "Ready, doll?" he asked softly. You nodded and he started you moving in a slow circle, mostly staying in one general area.
While you both swayed to the music, you took a moment to study Bucky. His sapphire eyes were gazing into yours, almost as if he were trying to unlock the path to your soul. You only hoped your feelings for him were hidden well enough to not be discovered. His face held the early stages of a beard, which only served to perfectly frame his plump lips. Lips whose mere touch to your skin were no doubt designed to ruin you for other men.
When the song ended, Bucky pulled back from you a little, a tender smile on his face. He grazed the back of his knuckles over your cheeks then took your chin with his thumb and index finger. "Thanks for the dance," he said softly. "Want to head back to the table for another drink?" he asked.
"Sure, I'll be back in a minute, though," you replied. When he gave you a puzzled look, you giggled and laid a reassuring hand on his arm. "Restroom break, James," at which he relaxed. Bucky captured your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before releasing you.
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No sooner had you entered the restroom and opened your purse, Wanda and Natasha burst in. They could barely contain their excitement at seeing you and Bucky dancing together. You tried to get them to calm down, that it was just one dance and certainly didn't mean wedding bells. Nat brushed off your doubts, saying of course not. But Wanda also agreed that it was a step in the right direction.
Meanwhile, Steve and Sam returned to the table to wait for Nat and Wanda, while Bucky waited for you. In true Sam fashion, he started to tease Bucky about slow dancing with you like he would have in the 40s. Bucky grinned and shot right back that you didn't seem to mind in the least, and that he was looking forward to even more slow dances with you. Steve slapped him on the back to show his support for his best friend and the positive changes he was seeing.
Bucky was craning his neck to see if you had returned from the restroom yet when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Thinking it was you, a wide grin spread across his face, only to be obliterated when he turned and saw it was someone else.
"Sergeant Barnes, how wonderful to see you this evening," Tessa remarked. "Good evening to you as well, gentlemen," she acknowledged Steve and Sam.
Bucky stood up from his seat at the table. "Hello, Tessa," he responded. His brow furrowed as he turned his attention towards the bar, searching for you.
"I hope you'll forgive the intrusion, but I saw you out dancing earlier," she purred, then made a show of looking around the club. "Where's your partner?" she batted her eyelashes. "Can't believe she'd leave you here all by yourself," she remarked.
"She'll be back any minute, I'm sure. Listen Tessa, it's great to see you, but we are all here with someone. Our ladies are just freshening up, I guess," Bucky tried desperately to stall and give you, Natasha and Wanda time to return.
Tessa wasn't giving in easily this time. "Your partner's not here right this second though, is she? Come on Bucky, why don't you show me some of your best dance moves from back in the day," she demanded. At this point, Tessa was practically dragging Bucky, who was basically stumbling back to the dance floor.
"Oh Cap, this ain't gonna end well," Sam muttered. Steve shook his head, wondering how Bucky was going to get out of this mess before you came back.
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Steve didn't have to wonder long, because the situation spectacularly imploded before everyone's eyes in slow motion. You, Nat and Wanda emerged from the restroom, laughing together. You didn't see Bucky at the table, so you checked the bar, but he wasn't there. Next, you turned your attention to the dance floor and locked eyes with Tessa. A smirk crossed her lips just before she crashed them to Bucky's.
You gasped audibly at the heartbreaking sight in front of you. Tears sprang to your eyes as you pushed your way through the crowd towards the door. Natasha and Wanda weren't quite sure what was going on until they spotted Bucky and Tessa on the dance floor. "I'm gonna kill him," Nat vowed, but Wanda somehow managed to hold her back.
A shocked Bucky sharply tore himself away from Tessa. "What are you doing?" he demanded. "I told you Tessa, I'm here with someone," he reminded her and mentioned your name.
Tessa scoffed. "HER?? You can't be serious. You'd rather spend time with the boring little office mouse than have fun with me?" she asked incredulously.
Bucky seethed with anger at Tessa's insinuation that you were somehow not worthy of his time. "That woman, that 'boring little office mouse' as you say, has more class in her pretty little finger than you have in your entire being. She's sweet, intelligent, has a great sense of humor and values the feelings of others above her own. She never would've deliberately hurt someone like what you did to her a few minutes ago," Bucky retorted before rushing towards the door to find you.
Outside, you frantically searched up and down the street for a taxi to take you home, but none were available. You had to get away from the club before the others came looking for you. Down the street you spotted the Tower's car service and ran to meet it.
Bucky flew out the doors of the club, desperate for a glimpse of you. Finally his eyes found you and he started to run after you, calling your name. You paid no attention and continued to run towards the car, determined to get there before Bucky caught up to you. Once there, you got in and reminded the driver of your address.
As the car pulled away from the curb, you saw the rest of your friends burst out of the doors in time to see you leave. Bucky took off running after the car, still calling your name. Silent tears rolled down your face as the driver took you home. Wanda pulled out her phone and tried to call you, but you let it go to voicemail then turned off your phone.
Back in your apartment, you changed out of your outfit and into your pajamas. You plugged in your phone to let it charge, but didn't turn it back on. As you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, you tried to fall asleep, but images of Bucky and Tessa kissing filled your head.
I knew it was too good to be true, you thought. Why would he ever go out with me, when he could go out with someone like Tessa? He's free to go out with whoever he wants to. I only wish he would've picked me. "Doesn't matter anyway," you said to the darkness. The tears that soaked your pillow finally subsided, allowing you to close your eyes and get a few hours of restless sleep.
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You woke up around 10:30 a.m. Saturday and turned your phone back on, after it was fully charged. There was no shortage of missed calls and messages from your friends. Most of them were from Wanda and Natasha, wanting to make sure you were all right. There was one message each from Steve and Sam, both checking to see that you got home okay.
There were more than ten missed calls from Bucky, but only a couple of voicemail messages. Before you could listen to Bucky's messages, there was a pounding on your door. From the outside, Natasha's voice was yelling, "Answer your door, we know you're in there!"
You dragged yourself out of bed and announced that you were on your way to the door. Once the door was slightly open, she barged in, throwing you an annoyed glance as she went. Wanda followed, laying a hand on your arm as she passed by you, her way of showing her support.
While your friends got comfy in your living room, you went through the motions of preparing a pot of coffee. After you pushed the "start" button, you took a seat at the table, facing Nat and Wanda. "I know you're probably upset with me for leaving without you all last night, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just taken off like that," you affirmed.
Natasha and Wanda exchanged a couple of looks between them in silent communication. "We understand how seeing that would be upsetting for you," Wanda remarked.
"Especially since things looked like they were going so well for you and Bucky," Natasha whined. "That woman had to butt in and mess it all up," she grumbled.
"Maybe it's for the best," you replied softly. Your friends looked at you liked you'd sprouted another head. "I've got no claims on him, no say in who he goes out with. If that's what type of woman he wants, he should go for it. Girls, whether it's with me or someone else, James deserves to be happy," you firmly stated.
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Across town in Stark Tower, a similar discussion was about to take place between Bucky and two of his friends. At first, Bucky sat in the kitchen alone, his head between his hands. He was going over last night's events in his mind and was trying to figure out how to make it all up to you. The look he saw on your face was one that if he lived another 106 years, he never wanted to see ever again.
Steve walked into the kitchen and laid a reassuring hand on Bucky's shoulder. "It'll be fine, Buck. If you explain what happened and add how you'd like to see her again, that might solve it," Steve tried to assure him.
"I don't know Steve," Bucky mumbled. "You didn't see the look on her face. It was like I took out her heart and stomped on it with golf spikes. I swear, I don't want anything to do with Tessa, I never did!" he exclaimed. But after the way you ran off, Bucky was concerned that you'll never believe him.
"Why don't you just invite her to Stark's gala thing next week?" Sam suggested as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, that's a great idea! I have a mission report to turn in, I can ask her on Monday when she comes back to work. Thanks, Birdbrain," Bucky leapt from his chair and rinsed out his coffee cup in the sink.
After he left the kitchen, Steve turned to Sam with his fist held out. "Nice save, Sam," he remarked as he bumped Sam's fist.
"Why thank you, Cap," Sam gloated then dug into his breakfast.
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"Good morning," you called as you walked through the doors at Stark Tower on Monday, just before 7:30am. In your hands were two tote bags, full of cookies and muffins that you baked over the weekend. As upset as you were over the bar incident, you went into stress-baking mode, which resulted in three kinds of muffins and two different kinds of cookies.
You scanned your badge at the security desk and made your way over to the bank of elevators, where Steve and Sam soon joined you. You smiled as you greeted them, and made small talk with them while you all waited. When the elevator dinged its arrival and the doors opened, the men gestured for you to step in first.
After you punched the button for your floor, you stepped back and gave your best smile to the guys, who appeared a bit curious.
"What's in the bags?" Sam inquired.
"It's cookies and muffins from my stress-baking this past weekend. I brought some in for my team, but I made way too many of each for all of us to eat. I was hoping you could maybe take some of them off my hands?" you asked.
"Really? What kinds did you make?" Steve wondered excitedly.
"Oh, I made muffins of blueberry, banana nut and red velvet with white chocolate chips. Then I made double chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter ones," you answered.
"Damn, woman, you were busy!" Sam remarked.
"I know, you should see my kitchen, it's kind of a disaster area right now," you briefly smiled. "Would you guys please take some with you?" you implored.
Steve and Sam chuckled at your near-puppy dog eyes. "I suppose we could help you out," Steve replied. "We'll put them in the kitchen for everyone to share," he assured you.
"Yeah, wouldn't want all that stress-baked goodness to go to waste," Sam quipped.
"Thank you, guys," you gushed. The elevator stopped on the 42nd floor and the doors opened. You walked out but first handed one of the bags to Sam, who thanked you again.
Sam waited until the doors closed again to ask, "Isn't Red Velvet one of Buck's favorite flavors?"
"Yes it is, Sam. Shut up," Steve ordered with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
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You reached your desk in time to get logged in to your system to start work. Today, you decided to maintain a professional demeanor with whomever you encountered, with a few exceptions. Tessa called a short team meeting to update everyone on any new report filing changes. Every so often, she glanced your way but you kept your focus on your notes, never meeting her gaze.
A little later that morning, you received visits from some of the Avengers, turning in their "after-mission" reports. Natasha and Wanda turned theirs in first, then chatted with you for a while to make sure you were okay and thanked you for the treats.
Steve, Clint and Sam were next, all telling you how much they loved the cookies and muffins. Clint said the blueberry muffins were his favorite, while Sam liked the peanut butter cookies the best. Meanwhile, Steve raved over the banana nut muffins.
The one person you hadn't heard from yet was Sergeant Barnes. Every once in a while, you glanced at the outer doors leading into the general office area. You were waiting to see him because he still had to turn in his paperwork.
As the day wore on, you began to wonder if he was avoiding you because of what happened over the weekend. You told yourself that even if he did show up, you were determined to keep it on a professional level. No reason to mix business with personal matters, because Saturday night proved that it wasn't a good idea.
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The afternoon flew by, and the next time you checked your watch, you noticed it was nearly the end of your workday. Sergeant Barnes had not yet turned in his report, so you made a mental note to send him a reminder email in the morning. Right before you had logged off your machine for the day, Bucky came rushing in to bring you his after-mission report.
"Hey, doll, sorry I'm late with my report, I had a training session that ran over," Bucky explained, trying to catch his breath. He looked around to see that you were the last one in the office. "Is it quitting time already?" he asked.
"It is, Sergeant Barnes, but I stayed a little later, in case you needed a little extra time to turn it in," you replied. "Is that it?" you inquired, gesturing towards the folder in his hand.
"Yeah, here it is," he responded. Bucky handed you the folder, but didn't let go of it right away. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened that night at the club. It was not my idea to go back out on the dance floor, let alone the kiss. You can ask Sam or Steve, but Tessa pretty much had to drag me," he chuckled nervously at his rambling.
"Sergeant Barnes," you started, missing how he dropped his gaze at the return to his formal title. "It's not my place to say who you choose to date, that's your decision. I will say that our one dance was an enjoyable experience," you smiled then sobered a bit. "However, I understand if you aren't interested in anything beyond that."
Bucky let go of the file, but came around to your side of the desk. "That's just it, doll, I am interested in something beyond that. In fact, I'll prove it to you. Will--will you--will you be my plus one to Stark's gala next Friday night? I promise to save all of my dances for you," he vowed then took your hand in his and rubbed his thumb across the back.
An invitation to Tony Stark's gala event was the last thing you expected when you came into work today. You desperately wanted to give Bucky another chance, regardless of your reservations about mixing business and personal matters. "I would be honored to be your plus one, James," you replied.
Bucky was elated that you chose to address him by his given name this time when you accepted his invitation. "You know, I usually don't like going to those things, getting all dressed up and having to schmooze with people. Now that I know I'll be walking around with the most beautiful woman on my arm, I can't wait for Friday night," he grinned.
"Well, I don't know about the 'most beautiful' part," you remarked shyly.
"I do," Bucky responded with a kiss to the back of your hand. "Until Friday, sweetheart," he whispered. "And by the way? Loved the red velvet muffins," he winked.
You don't remember much after that, but somehow you made it back to your apartment. The first thing you did was order your dinner from your favorite restaurant. Then you placed a conference call to Wanda and Natasha to fill them in on what happened with Bucky. They both seemed almost as excited as you were. They agreed to take you shopping in a couple of days for everything you would need for your date.
Little did you know, you weren't the last one in the office that night. Tessa was finishing some last-minute paperwork when she came around the corner and saw you and Bucky talking. Tessa listened to your conversation and was upset when he told you he wasn't interested in her. She then became incensed that he invited you to be his plus one to Stark's gala. Tessa decided that if she couldn't go out with Bucky, then you wouldn't either.
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True to their word, your girls took you shopping and bought you a new dress, shoes, the works for the gala. You tried to protest, saying it was all too expensive for them to buy just for you, but they insisted. They knew Bucky was miserable after last Saturday night's fiasco with Tessa, and were glad that you decided to give him a second chance.
On Friday night, the gala didn't start until 7:00 p.m., but at the last minute, Tessa had given you a mountain of reports to review. She said that Stark Industries was implementing a new filing system, and that each report had to be refiled within the new system. You explained that you had plans for later in the evening, then asked if you could come in on Saturday morning instead. Your suggestion was quickly declined. Tessa stated that it was Tony Stark himself who demanded that it be completed tonight.
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Bucky glanced at his watch, which said it was nearing 8:00 p.m. and you were nowhere to be seen. He wondered what could be keeping you, because you seemed excited about being his date. Both Natasha and Wanda assured him that you would be here. They had taken you shopping and they told Bucky that he would be blown away by the dress you would be wearing. As they walked away, his thoughts went in another direction. That maybe you had changed your mind and were too scared to tell him.
You were about halfway through the stack of files Tessa had given you when you heard footsteps roaming through the office. You thought it was perhaps security on their rounds, but you were stunned to see Tony Stark in a tuxedo instead.
"Mr. Stark, is there something I can do for you?" you asked.
"You could tell me why FRIDAY told me that you're still working at your desk on a Friday night at 8:00 p.m.," he remarked.
"My boss told me that a new filing system had been implemented for the after-mission reports. She explained that you insisted that this stack had to be refiled tonight, no exception," you replied.
Tony rolled his eyes. "First of all, there is no new filing system. Second of all, your boss--or I should say former boss--is messing with you because you're supposed to be Tin Man's date tonight. I know this, because he's been even more impossible to live with this past week. He's been going on and on to anyone who will listen about you being his date," he muttered.
Your cheeks grew warm at the thought of Bucky telling everyone about you accompanying him to the gala. "Fortunately, I brought my dress and everything with me, so I'll get ready here. Mr. Stark, will you please tell James that our date is still on, but that I'm running a little late? I'll be up there as soon as I can," you promised.
Tony raised one eyebrow. "He lets you call him James?" he asked.
You nodded and said with a shrug, "He told me I could, so that's what I've been calling him." Tony promised he would relay your message to Bucky. He also said with a wink that he would send his two prized female assassins down to help you get ready.
As soon as Tony left, you quickly logged off of your system and grabbed the garment bag you had hung up on the coat rack. You texted Wanda and Nat to meet you in the bathroom so they could help you. While you got dressed, you explained why you were late, and that you hoped Bucky would understand.
Twenty minutes later, Wanda was zipping up your dress, a one-shoulder, A-line, floor-length chiffon evening gown. It was burgundy, with a ruched, fitted bust and a free-flowing skirt. You stepped into your low-heel black pumps and deposited your phone in your clutch evening bag. Nat and Wanda looked at you and silently asked if you were ready. You nodded, and the three of you headed for the elevators.
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Bucky checked his watch again, which now read 8:30 p.m. He'd had enough of Sam and Clint asking him all night where his girl was. He didn't have the nerve to tell them that you must have changed your mind. He made a discreet exit from the gala and walked over to the elevators.
When the doors opened, it revealed you, Natasha and Wanda. A beaming smile broke out as you caught sight of Bucky. "James!" you called as you stepped out, but he strode right past you and into the waiting elevator car.
A look of panic replaced the beaming smile on your face as you stepped towards the elevator, stopping the doors from closing. "I don't understand," you whispered.
"Neither do I," he retorted. "You know, if you changed your mind, it would've been nice to let me know. Instead, I looked like an idiot, waiting for a date that was never going to show," he muttered.
"I am sorry for being late, but I was stuck at my desk working. Tessa gave me a mountain of files at the last minute to work through, and wouldn't let me come in tomorrow instead," you explained.
Bucky scoffed at your explanation and shook his head, clearly not buying it. "If you didn't want to be with me, why didn't you just say so?" he implored. A buzzing noise started coming from the elevator, so Natasha pushed you into the car the rest of the way.
The doors closed and you stumbled a bit from the nudge, but Bucky caught you. He locked eyes with you, and you could see how hurt he was at the thought that you had stood him up. You reached up to cradle his face with your hand, gently brushing your thumb across his cheek. Bucky let out a sigh as he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.
"James, being with you tonight is all I've been able to think about this week. I've wanted to be with you for a long time now. Probably since you handed in your first report like it was a dreaded math assignment or something," you chuckled and so did Bucky. "However, if you're having second thoughts, I wouldn’t blame you," you added.
Bucky's answer was to slide his right arm around you to pull you closer to him. His head dipped down as his soft lips brushed over yours, then dove back in for another taste. The kiss was tentative at first, then became more insistent as his lips moved with yours. When both of you needed to catch your breath, the kiss was broken, and Bucky rested his forehead against yours.
"Baby doll, there's no way in the world I'm having any second thoughts. I know this night didn't start out like either of us planned. If you recall, I promised to save all of my dances for you tonight. Now, if you'd like to collect on that promise, we can go back down to the party," Bucky suggested.
"James, I think that going back to the party sounds like a wonderful idea," you replied. "After all, I did remember to wear my dancing shoes tonight," you grinned.
You and Bucky took the elevator back down to the party, where all of Bucky's friends were there, waiting. They congratulated him for coming back and made you feel welcome, as though you'd known them all for years.
True to his word, Bucky saved every dance for you. Every slow dance that is, which was fine with you. Towards the end of the gala, the team had gathered in a corner, having a few drinks and chatting among themselves.
When you and Bucky came over, you noticed there was only room enough for one person on the couch, so Bucky sat down in the open spot. Before you could walk away to find another chair, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap. "Comfy sweetheart?" he asked with a smirk.
"And why wouldn't I be, James?" you countered. He wrapped one arm around your waist and hooked the other across your lap then gave you a squeeze in response. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and gave a contented sigh. Every so often, you would nuzzle his cheek and drop tiny kisses along and under his jawline. Bucky in turn would press his lips to your forehead or your temple, whichever he could reach at the moment.
One by one, the team members said goodnight, and made sure to tell you and Bucky to take care of each other. When it was just you and Bucky left on the couch, he turned to you and asked if you wanted him to take you home.
"Oh James, that's all right. I'm sure I can get a cab to take me home," you assured him.
"Doll, it's late and I can tell you're getting sleepy. You know, you could....wait, nah," he remarked.
"What? I could do what?" you wondered.
"You could stay here. In the Tower. With me, in my room," he mentioned softly. "No funny business, I promise. Wanna take you out on a proper date before we get to all of that," he grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "But I gotta tell ya, I'm fallin' for you, sweetheart," he added.
You giggled at his antics. "Okay. To all of that, staying with you in your room and going on a date with you. And I've already fallen for you, I can tell. Could I maybe borrow a T-shirt to sleep in?" you asked.
"Darlin', I got plenty of T-shirts for you to borrow or even steal. Let's head on upstairs and I'll let you pick one," Bucky suggested. You nodded and stood up from your seat on his lap. He slid his hand in your outstretched one and intertwined his fingers with yours.
While you waited for the elevator, Bucky drew you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest and could hear his heart beating, a comforting sound.
"Hey, doll?" he started. You hummed in response. "Do you think you could make me a batch of muffins sometime? Maybe with plums in 'em?" he asked.
You leaned back to gaze into his baby blues and smiled. "Anything for you, James," you answered, brushing your fingers across his forehead.
Bucky captured your hand and kissed your palm. Then he smiled and pulled you back against his chest with a contented sigh. "Mmmm, thank you, my sweet girl," he murmured.
Part 2 here!
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𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐞?
"My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers?"
pairing: leo valdez x gn reader
words: 2,994
warnings: cursing, mentions of genitalia
category: one-shot, soulmate!au
You don’t know who your soulmate is, but when you find out, you know the first thing you’ll do is punch him in his face. You don’t understand why he does this. Why can’t he be romantic like everyone else? You have a few friends who have the same connection you share with your soulmate, through your skin. Your friends rise from their slumbers with beautiful sketches on their arms; Or throughout the day, lines will appear as they’re being drawn, creating the most beautiful artwork you’ve ever seen. However, of course, you don’t get that; instead, you get this.
You stare at yourself in the mirror with pure disbelief, and you can’t decide whether to cry or scream. You’re used to these kinds of drawings in places like your arms, stomach, and legs, so they were easy to hide. But this has never happened before; it's never been in a place so… so visible.
You fill with rage as you observe the sloppily drawn dick on your forehead and your fist clenches as it lays on top of your bathroom sink. You fucking ass. How the hell am I going to hide this? You have to be at work in fifteen minutes, and you have this vulgar drawing on your forehead. You’re sure if you tell your boss your situation, he’d probably dismiss you because this is obviously not appropriate for the workplace. Still, you can’t even imagine trying to explain this to him. It was way too embarrassing.
"What am I going to do?” You whine as you rub your hands on your face. The drawing won’t be removed from your skin unless your soulmate removes it on his, so you had to think of a solution right away.
“Where could he possibly be where this is acceptable?” You try to refrain from sobbing hopelessly as your frantic mind searches for a solution. You think maybe a hat will work, but you discard the idea knowing your boss will tell you to take it off once you’re indoors. Suddenly, like a sign from the heavens, your solution hits you right in the face when you catch sight of your makeup bag lying on the toilet seat. You reach over, grabbing the pouch and unzipping it. Your quivering hands move too fast, causing the products to fall out and scatter into the sink. Your eyes skim over them in search of your thickest foundation and concealer. When you find them, along with your primer, you sigh, saying a silent prayer before getting to work.
***
Leo gasps sharply as the sight of his face in the mirror shocks him out of his fatigue. He touches his forehead, trying to recall the memory of last night while ignoring the pounding headache surging through his skull. He remembers getting to the club with a group of friends and how they took one shot after another until their vision was blurry. He has a faint memory of dancing with some girl, and the chaos of his 4 am Macdonald’s run with his friends. However, he doesn't recall the moment when this picture was drawn on his face. When did this happen? More importantly, who did this? He pauses, gawking at his reflection. His jaw clenches as the culprit comes to mind. He felt foolish for questioning who did this because he lives with, and he went home with one person last night, and that's Percy.
“Percy!” He yells angrily, and in the next room, he hears Percy’s manic laughter getting louder as he runs down the hall and into the bathroom with him. Percy can’t help but laugh even harder at the sight of a distressed Leo, and he silently congratulates himself for pulling such a successful prank. Leo’s expression hardens, and his gaze snaps over to him, “It's not funny!”
Percy snorts and nudges his shoulder, "Come on, loosen up!" Leo laughs sarcastically,
"Come on, loosen up!" He mocks with clear annoyance, making Percy’s laughter ceases. Leo usually takes things like this so well; he's never been angry at him because of a childish prank. The two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since they moved in together, and they would always laugh it out while deviously planning their revenge. Percy tilts his head, now growing annoyed that Leo’s annoyed.
"Why are you so uptight today?" He almost snaps, not understanding his fury. Leo's eyes narrow at him,
"My soulmate is linked to my skin." He speaks slowly and carefully, accentuating his words to make sure Percy understands how bad this is. Percy's mouth drops open, and he stares at the vulgar art on his forehead.
"Oh… shit," is the only thing he can think of saying. “Fuck, I forgot. I’m sorry,” Percy apologizes even though he knows it doesn’t help anything. He didn’t share the same connection with his soulmate, so he had forgotten entirely about Leo’s bond with his. He’s now left with regret knowing that there's someone out there going along their day trying to hide this lewd image.
Leo groans as he throws his head back. "I-It'll wash off? Right?"
Leo flips up the sink’s nozzle, dipping his head in the cold tap water to wet his face. He scrubs with his fingers, blindly grasping the soap next to him. He runs it over, spreading the suds and lightly scratching his forehead. He rinses everything off and returns to his original position to check his face now. He yells in panic when he sees the drawing didn't budge at all; it didn't even fade. Percy audibly gasps,
"I used permanent marker."
"BRO!"
"I'm sorry!"
Percy shifts on his feet as the memory of last night comes back to him. Leo fell asleep in the cab ride home, and Percy, somehow without much balance, carried him over his shoulder into their apartment complex. He squints his eyes, and with a vague remembrance, he recalls plopping him down on the couch. Leo was unconscious, and Percy’s drunk mind saw this as a perfect opportunity to prank him. He picked the first marker he saw, and in the middle of a giggling fit, he sloppily drew the phallic item and took a picture.
Leo frantically puts his head back in the sink to scrub again, and Percy stands by the door, watching panic wash over him. Leo continues scrubbing his skin, and though his skin becomes red under the friction of his nails, he persists. Percy shakes his head, walking over to him quickly, and he pats his shoulder.
"Come on, man. It's not working; you’re gonna hurt yourself." If Percy let him, Leo would scrub his skin raw. He disregards his advice and continues to scrub, bringing the soap over the drawing once again before scratching harshly. Percy, not wanting his friend to hurt himself, turns off the tap, and Leo groans, standing straight. He stares at himself in the mirror, his face dripping wet, and his skin is red with irritation. I'm so sorry.
***
Your day hasn't gotten any better since this morning. First, you wake with a dick on your forehead; second, you miss your bus because you took so much time layering makeup on your face. Then, you get to work about 15 minutes late because your commute, which usually took about 5 minutes, was delayed due to traffic. You assumed that your day couldn’t get any worse, but you discovered you spoke too soon when the system your job uses to put in orders crashed, making your job even harder than it had to be. Also, you spilled hot coffee on yourself during the morning rush, and that almost sent you straight into tears, but somehow, you prevailed.
By the afternoon, you wanted to rip your hair out when you realized you forgot your wallet, leaving you unfed and cranky. Your boss was no help to your mood either. He picked at everything you did today and held a grudge about you being late this morning. You've never had such a shitty day at work, and there is a sense of relief when you witnessed the clock turn to 4:30 pm. You immediately stood up from your chair, collecting your things before walking straight to the computer to clock out.
The last challenge you're facing is to get home in the slippery aftermath of the pouring rain earlier today. It was colder than usual; the sun’s hidden behind stormy gray clouds, and the smell of wet soil is in the air. You shiver, your arms wrapped around your frame in a poor attempt to keep you warm. You don't have an umbrella, and you hope it doesn’t start raining again. You were sure that if your makeup washes away in the rain for everyone to see the mystery under it, you will lose your mind.
You stand in the corner of the waiting shed, resting your head on the side. You take a deep breath, noticing your hands are anxiously chipping away the week-old nail polish. From the corner of your eye, you see someone join you under the shed, and out of usual curiosity, you look over. A tall, slender guy stands in the opposite corner; he wears distressed blue jeans, a black hoodie with a print you can’t see from your view, and a black winter hat. In his hands, he fiddles with a piece of scrap metal. His skin was tan, and his brown curly hair peeks from under his hat. Oblivious to your staring, he looks away from his fiddling and happens to glance over at you. There's a moment of awkward eye contact before you snap your vision away and out to the street.
You cringe at yourself for staring too long, shifting on your feet. You casually lean over the side of the curve, and you swear the light of the heavens was shining on your bus as it drove toward you. You couldn’t help but smile, a sense of relief washing over you. It’s here; you were one step closer to getting home and relaxing.
The excitement was taken away as quickly as it arrived, your bus passing your stop making a mini tsunami in the process. A wave of water splashes directly on you, and it takes you a moment to process what just happened. You stand there, cold and wet staring blankly at the curve. You felt overwhelmed, not being able to hold back the cries that you’ve been suppressing all day.
"are you-" a sob releases from your lips, stunning the unknown guy next to you. You miserably walk over to the bench, plopping down and resting your elbows on your thighs to lay your head in your hands. You sob freely, not caring about the boy's presence, and he stands in his spot, not sure what to do. He had an innate urge to make you feel better, and he doesn't know why but it pains him to see you like this. He clears his throat and decides to settle in the seat next to you. "Bad day?"
You sniffle, trying to find your breath, "The worst."
You don't look up, your hands doing their part to cover your face and your forehead. "I don't understand why everything is going so wrong.” You didn’t even care that you were pitying yourself, but you felt like you had the right considering how shit your day has been.
"I woke up with an awful drawing from my soulmate. I was late for my bus, which made me late to work; I haven't had lunch either. I'm hungry, cold, and now, soaking wet in street water." You sniffle once more. "My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers? I'd even take a tacky picture of two stick figures falling in love... shit; I’d be satisfied with a grocery list. But of course, with my luck, that doesn't happen. I get stupid drawings of... genitalia."
Leo’s body tenses next to you, and his teeth bite the inside of his lip. Drawings of genitalia? Sounds like him. Now he needed to see this drawing you were talking about, and he feels himself getting anxious at the possibility that you could be his soulmate. You continue to cry, refusing to move from your position.
"Well... it can't be that bad?"
"Oh, it's bad,” you managed to respond in your ragged breathing. Leo hesitantly reaches over, affectionately rubbing his hand across your upper back. Your breath hitches softly at the back of your throat, and there is a surge of warmth that radiates from his hand. You feel your tense shoulders begin to relax, and you furrow your eyebrows as your breath miraculously finds its regular pace. You even have this strange desire to cuddle into his frame to acquire more of his touch.
"Come on, show me. It's probably not as bad as you think." He speaks from his experience this morning. If you aren't his soulmate, he's sure that whatever you have isn't as traumatic as what he and his soulmate have.
"No! You'll laugh," you whine, your head laying firmly on your hands.
"I won't! I promise." You can tell from his voice that he was genuine, and for some reason, you can trust him. You slowly remove your hands from your face, but your head is still in an embarrassed bow. His heart pounds in his chest at the anticipation and leans forward to get a look at your face. You close your eyes, not wanting to see his initial reaction.
There it was. Right under your concealer, there is the familiar drawing faintly present. Leo's mouth drops, and his eyes widen; how is he going to tell you that he has the same picture on his forehead? You sigh shakily,
"It's bad, isn't it?" Your face burns in pure humiliation, and you now regret showing him. Leo is silent for a bit, trying to find words to explain himself.
"I'm sorry," he blurts out. Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes flutter open to look at his guilty expression.
"Why are you sorry?" He doesn't even attempt to explain himself in words. He simply slides off his winter hat, showing you the original drawing on his skin. You inhale sharply, your mind trying to process what is happening in front of you.
He's your soulmate, the person that you ideally would spend your life with. You didn't think you'd find him anytime soon or even at all. Your stomach flutters at the sight of him, and your cheeks get warm. You both gaze into each other’s eyes, and there was an immediate connection. You take in the tousled curls on his head, a bit frizzy from his hat and his big brown eyes. Your heart pumps hard in your chest, just as fast as the boy’s heart in front of you.
A few people told you that you’d feel like the world will slow down when you meet your soulmate. You’ll feel complete, and all at once, you’ll fall in love. You thought it was a load of over-romanticized bull, but you found that it was true even with your strange circumstance.
You finally found him…
But he's done this.
Your anger somehow counteracts this "in love" feeling, and you momentarily hate him for starting your day off on a sour note.
"You!" Your arms lift to strike him in the chest, but before you could attack, he grasps your tight fists.
"I'm sorry! I can explain!" He says quickly. Your arms loosen up, and you narrow your eyes at him,
"Explain yourself then." Sheepishly Leo cowers and his hands remain around your fist, just in case.
"Well," he sighs, "I partied a little too hard last night, and um, my roommate, Percy, thought it would be funny to draw this on my forehead."
"Your roommate is an ass."
"Well, yeah. Sometimes. But he was just as drunk as I was, and he didn't realize that the marker was permanent. When I saw it, I immediately thought of you, and how you’d have to walk around with this." He chews on the inside of his cheek, "I tried getting it off, but it won’t go away." You sigh, willing to forgive him since it wasn't his fault.
"So, we're gonna have this for a while?"
"Probably a couple of days or so." You groan and don’t say anything in return. You look down at your lap, still hiding your face from anyone around. "Oh, here, take my sweatshirt. The hoodie can keep it hidden.” He puts his hat back on and pulls his sweatshirt over his body, passing it to you. You smile softly as you take it from him. You pull it over your still soaked and cold frame, slipping your arms in and bringing the hood up. You mutter a small thank you, shoving your hands in the front pocket. He replies with a hum, allowing the sounds of the passing cars to fill your comfortable silence.
"Again, I'm sorry,” he apologizes sincerely, and you turn your head. You smile reassuringly,
"It's okay. I'll forgive you this time,” you say teasingly, and he chuckles. "I'm y/n, by the way."
"Leo." You reach over, taking his hand, and you guys share a handshake.
"Nice to meet you, soulmate.”
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xiao | memories
note | thank you for the 1000+ followers. I don't deserve it with the lack of updates and motivation. Half a year and I finally decided to write again. This is similar to the "Moments with you" headcanons I do. I hope you like this new series I will be starting with each/most/some characters. Also big thank you to @arthurhastingpoems for betaing! This was suppose to end with smut but lol what happened.
Tags: Established relationship, extremely corny/cheesy lol, hurt/comfort, a tiny bit of violence, fluff, bittersweet if you squint
You never expected to fall deep in love with the man beside you, who’s seldom rough and cold. But also, so soft towards you, as if you were something precious to him. A collection of stories shared between the two of you.
i.
It was rather unexpected when you first discovered you had a peculiar interest in Xiao’s arms or more specifically, his strength. You love how easy it was for Xiao to pick you up, as if you weighed nothing – that raw power that’s contained within. The first time you consciously discovered this fact was when you were playfully wrestling him due to playful banter.
You were both on the sofa, a soft comforter that left you unintentionally drowsy as you sink deeper into a comfortable state. On the other hand, Xiao was seated upright on the other end with a book in his hands. These were rare peaceful days that you both couldn’t afford frequently as duties kept you two occupied and most importantly, separated. As sleep started to overtake your senses, you started poking him lightly with your feet to draw his attention.
The slight twitch in response did not go unnoticed, however his gaze continued to be fixated on the literature in front of him. You, of course, did not mind as much but continued your ministrations to escape your drowsy state.
As time went by, you rose from your laying position and snuggled closer to him, laying your head softly onto his shoulders. You peered over curiously at the pages in front of you. Almost immediately, the words, “Rex Lapis,” neatly printed on the paper caught your eyes. Slightly irked at the fact that Xiao was paying more attention to Zhongli even in this situation, you started slowly tracing his arms with your fingers.
“Stop,” he commanded softly, not sparing a glance at your direction.
You ignored his words, your hands trailing further down to his chest before swiping the book from his hands quickly.
Chuckling to yourself in triumph, you edge yourself towards the other end of the couch, away from him. However, you can’t escape from Xiao. Within seconds, your back is on the sofa with him hovering above you.
Not wanting to admit defeat, you attempted to stretch your arm, with the book in your hands, up to where Xiao couldn’t reach. That attempt was proven to be futile as his body presses you down with his larger one, ceasing all movement. You continued to squirm away from his grip until suddenly Xiao traps both your wrists above your head with one hand, the book slipping away in the process.
Xiao’s free arm cages your head, not allowing you to look away. He slowly lowers himself to your ear, whispering, “Where are you going?”
Hues of pink flushed your cheeks at his husky voice that was so close to you. Suddenly realizing the precarious position you were in, you shifted your eyes away from his gaze and onto his arms. Despite the initial embarrassment, you loved how he cages you with his arms. Ironically, you felt protected and safe.
Not liking that your gaze was averting from his, he gently lifts your chin with his free fingers, “Look at me.”
You quickly followed his command only to meet his darkening gaze. Hypnotized by his eyes, you squirmed once more but this time to get closer to the source of heat above you. “X-xiao, kiss me.”
He obliged quickly, closing the gap between you and swallowing your whimper. His tongue delves between your lips, unhurried and tender. Xiao has one hand up your shirt, stroking the soft skin of your chest as he steals your oxygen. The slow and soft touches were torturous, you started bucking your hips up impatiently. However, before you can get the friction you so desire, he anchors himself up slightly. His arms are still caging your body, but this time he leaves a small space between the both of you. A small smirk etches onto his face as he looks at your needy expression, wanting more of his touch.
You love his strength and his arms caging you.
But he loves your docile self as a result.
ii.
Xiao is very much like the element he holds.
Like the storm, the wind can be very turbulent.
Yet it can also be soft, gently caressing your cheeks as you walk.
He also has a quirk of disappearing and appearing before your eyes randomly.
Much like right now.
You are currently taking a break on the hilltop after a long commission you just finished. Your back rests on the trunk of the tree perched on top of the hill. Its leaves serve as an umbrella, shielding you from the sun's harsh rays. You close your eyes as the gentle breeze wafts through the air, enjoying a peaceful and tranquil time to yourself.
It has been several days since you’ve last seen Xiao as the both of you are quite busy, especially the latter.
At times like these where you are unoccupied with only your own thoughts accompanying you, you find yourself missing Xiao the most.
You close your eyes, his silhouette forming inside your mind as you start to reminiscence the times you’ve shared with each other.
“Xiao...” You whispered unconsciously.
For the next few seconds, only the leaves soft rustling could be heard.
Just then you sensed a presence in front of you. Your instincts kicked in and you hurriedly open your eyes and unsheathed your weapon.
However, it wasn’t a lone hilichurl in front of you like you expected, but the person you longed for the most.
You quickly sheathed back your sword and stood on your feet, a bright smile adorning your face at the sight of Xiao appearing before you. You ran to his awaiting arms, wrapping your arms around him, and leaning your head on his broad chest. He reciprocated the hug, enclosing your body with his arms. It felt like time halted for the both of you, like nothing existed except you two.
You were snapped out of your trance when you felt a slight weight behind your ears. Curiously, you withdrew from his loving arms and directed your attention to his hands.
“Crystalflies for you,” he stated as his right hand were filled with numerous crystalflies, “I caught more than I intended. I hope you don’t mind.”
Happiness surged through your body; your previous loneliness long forgotten as you took the batch of crystalflies from his hands gratefully.
A small smile carved its way to his face, his gaze softening at your ecstatic self. He combed your hair softly with his right hand, “As I thought you look very nice.”
He leaves a quick kiss to your forehead before disintegrating with the wind.
“If you wish to seek me, call out my name.”
iii.
The sharp arrow plunges into your stomach, halting your movements and loosening your grip on your sword. You felt as if your insides were ripped to shreds by a mere arrow due to your carelessness. You were fulfilling a commission which entails you emptying a hilichurl camp. What was thought to be a simple task became a nightmare as you let your guard down when reinforcements came unexpectedly. You scoffed to yourself at your idiocy for ever letting your guard down in a fight.
A sense of dread overcame your senses, your vision blurring momentarily, and you lose footing for a split second.
Flashes of images depicting your moments with Xiao crossed your mind.
You wonder how he was doing at the moment. Probably also fighting demons like he always did.
You wished to see him right now.
With that thought in mind, you gripped your sword firmly with more determination.
A blue magic circle formulates beneath your feet as you send ice shards at the hilichurl sharpshooters hidden within the trees. You ignore the sharp pain of your stomach at your sudden movement, and instead you diverted your attention at the several Mitachurls with axes surrounding you.
“Come at me you assholes.”
The area immediately became colder as shards of ice flew everywhere. Your stamina is decreasing at an alarming rate as you quickly cleared the area with your sword and magic.
You shoved your sword into the last mitachurl when you heard a distant horn in the distance, signifying to you that there were more to come.
You could no longer ignore the pain of your new wounds all over your body and kneeled slightly while clutching at your stomach.
Were you going to die?
No, you couldn’t.
Just then when all hope was lost, the clear blue sky darkens into a gray hue as the wind around you started to pick up ominously.
Could it be?
“Block it."
Reflexively, at the sound of a very familiar voice, you immediately surround yourself with thick shards of ice and braced yourself.
A turbulent force plunged down from the sky, the surrounding area immediately getting hit by explosive wind, rendering all enemies powerless and dead within seconds. The shards of ice protecting you cracked, before crumbling away. You peered up and met the eyes of Xiao, his normally impassive face deforming into one of pure anger.
“Why?” He gritted out, “Why didn’t you call for me?”
“Because I’m strong,” you managed to mutter out. As if to prove your point, you staggered to get on your feet to demonstrate you didn’t need his help despite the pain consuming your senses.
“No, you humans are weak,” he stated harshly, voice icy cold.
You shook your head, ready to retort. However, whether it was the relief of seeing Xiao again or the fact that you survived the whole ordeal, you couldn’t fight the pain of your wounds. You braced yourself for a harsh drop, but instead something soft embraced you.
You couldn’t figure out what it was before you faded into a deep slumber.
iv.
Drifting in and out of consciousness resulted in your inability to depict what was real and what was fake.
Your wounds from that day were proximately fatal and you spent the majority of the day and nights recuperating.
You would dream of getting impaled by several arrows.
Sometimes you would dream of horrific images of ways you could’ve died that day, like you are right now.
However, before the nightmare could get any further, a green butterfly would always spreads its wings, painting the canvas with new colors instead of the dreadful gray and red images.
The nightmare would disintegrate slowly into shards that would evanesce into a better scenario.
You would open your eyes only to be greeted with golden orbs who covered your vision, “Hurry and go back to sleep.”
Those nights you would dream of a green butterfly accompanying you and circumventing you with warmth.
V.
You have come to a startling conclusion that Xiao was ignoring you for weeks.
Xiao often wanders and if he wasn’t at home or wouldn’t appear out of thin air at your call, you couldn’t pinpoint where he is.
Rummaging through your head, you couldn’t come up with a decisive moment where it led to this.
Clutching onto your soft blanket, you pulled it closer to you for warmth. The spot on the bed adjacent to you felt even more emptier than before.
For weeks you endeavored to dissuade yourself from coming up with the revelation that he doesn’t want to see you. You continued your everyday obligations, diverting yourself with dispiriting thoughts that plagued your mind. Unfortunately, you were at your breaking point, the rain pitter-pattered against your windows made the atmosphere even more dejecting.
Tears formulated at the corner of your eyes and leaks reluctantly down your cheeks.
“Xiao,” you called out softly.
Just then, familiar hands caress your cheeks, wiping away the tears that eluded, “Why are you crying?”
The person you wanted to see the most was now in front of you yet simultaneously was the last person you wanted.
You chuckled monotonously, “Is this a dream?”
Xiao shook his head slightly, hands never once leaving your cheeks. Slight anger submerged within you at his nonchalant attitude as you push his hands away from you. “Why are you here?”
Silence emerged with only the sounds of the rain reverberating around the room. No one moved an inch. You were still sitting up on your bed, clutching onto the white blanket whereas Xiao was standing next to the bedside unnervingly.
You half anticipate him to disintegrate into thin air once more, but what you didn’t expect was him to sit next to you on the bed. He grasps your hands with his, holding it carefully as if you were a porcelain doll ready to shatter at any given moment.
“I don’t deserve you.”
Thousands of rebuttals were ready to be hurled at him, but you waited patiently instead for him to continue. After weeks, you were finally getting some answers.
“One day I might be contaminated with evil itself. These hands...” He trailed off, hands withdrawing from yours.
Your eyes trails from his hands to his face. The moonlight reflecting through the window, illuminates his beautiful face. Now that you gotten a closer look, you realize that he looks tired, worn down from years of torment.
The anger subsided, leaving nothing but love for the man in front of you.
You reach out for his face, lifting him out of his thoughts. Your eyes never left his, hoping to convey your adoration towards the man. You reach out for his rough hands littered with callouses that developed over the years.
You bring his hands to your cheeks, resting on them before leaving a soft kiss onto one of them. “These hands have brought so much happiness. The crystalflies you gathered that day, the soft hands that would comfort me during a nightmare...You’ve done so much.” You crawled onto his lap, resting your forehead on his, hands never once leaving his.
“No matter what, I want to be with you.” With that you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips onto his. Compacted In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, thousands of loving thoughts condensed into this kiss. Your heartbeats resonated in each other’s ears, and you could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses. You continue to place soft kisses to convey how much you love him, before slowly, detaching yourself from his embrace and resting your forehead against his, “Even if my time is short...”
The two of you remain in the comfort of each other's arms, with only the wind reverberating against the window in this long night. Instead of an everlasting adepti and an ordinary human, it was just Xiao and you, hearts connected. The sand in the hourglass can’t be stopped until it reaches its end, but for now you will enjoy the flow with the person you love most.
#xiao fluff#xiao headcanons#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact imagines#xiao x reader#xiao#xiao fanfiction#genshin x reader
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it’s ok if you forget me ✧ bucky barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
inspiration: “it’s ok if you forget me” by astrid s (though not totally based on the song)
summary: it’s ok if you forget about bucky—it’s what he deserves.
word count: 1,641
warnings?: angst angst angst, there is no happy ending, bucky self-sabotaging the good things in his life, brief (vague) mention of his trauma (let me know if there’s any more!)
He wished he had cried when it ended. Really, he did. But, it just felt like something he deserved. He had made his amends. He had been pardoned. He was working toward being a hero—or, at least, not a killer. He was moving on with his life. He knew he deserved good things. But, something in his heart told him that he still wasn’t worthy of having a good life. So, when you told him with a quivering voice and tear-stained cheeks asking why he was breaking up with you, it didn’t hurt the way it should have. Was that bad? Probably. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
Bucky didn’t go out much anymore. Not that he went out much before. Most days, he sat on the floor—not the couch, never the couch, the couch was too soft—and just tried to keep the image of you painted in his mind. He was never an artist; that was more Steve’s speed. But he found himself wishing he knew how to paint, or how to sculpt, or how to draw. Something. Anything. A picture on his phone could never do your beauty justice. You looked like one of those grand marble statues that you would see in museums—something grand, something wonderful.
You were too good for him. In every sense. You were so beautiful, so kind. Elegant. Loving. Compassionate. Even when you leaned into your more goofy side, it was still a thousand times better than him. He had nothing to offer you. He was a broken man. He was Humpty Dumpty, and he fell off the wall, and none of the king’s men could put him back together again. You always told him that you didn’t mind his shattered edges, his frayed ends, but he knew better. If you didn’t mind now, you would mind later. Everyone always minds, eventually. Maybe that’s why Steve, his best friend who fought tooth and nail to get him back, left him, too. Maybe the man who swore to stay with him til the end of the line got sick of all the bullshit that came with Bucky too.
So, he never gave you the choice. He wouldn’t let you have the opportunity to leave him like the others. He had to nip this in the bud before he got hurt.
He was so sick of being hurt.
Bucky tried to not think too much about the day he shut you out of his life that much. Instead, he tried to remember the day he first met you. It had been a rainy day, and he was going to meet Yori for lunch. He had poor planning skills—or, perhaps, it was an subconscious way to punish himself for, well, decades of crimes—and he’d forgotten to bring an umbrella or wear a raincoat. So, as he stood at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn, he accepted his fate of getting soaked to the bone. Until— he wasn’t.
He looked around, before his eyes settled on a young woman, holding her umbrella out over him. It was a small umbrella, barely covering him. She was choosing to let herself get rained on, just to provide him some momentary comfort.
His mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton as he tried to think of something, anything, to say. But then the light had turned and suddenly they were walking across the street, her still holding the umbrella over him. And she stayed like that, walking him all the way to the restaurant, never once moving the umbrella to cover herself instead.
It was only when he stood in front of the restaurant that he could think of something to say. “Would you like to have lunch with me? I’m meeting with a friend, but I don’t think he’d mind.”
And you smiled, agreeing without a moment’s hesitation.
He could never forget that lunch. The way you laughed at Yori’s jokes. The way he tried to stop Yori from telling you embarrassing stories about Bucky that he had collected over the course of their short friendship, or the way that you encouraged Yori to ignore Bucky’s complaints and tell you the stories anyways. It felt so easy. It didn’t feel like he had to put on a mask around you. It didn’t feel like he had to hide himself from you. And, for a long time, he loved that about you.
Until it got scary.
Your relationship with him grew quickly. One second he was asking you on a date, and a second later you were celebrating your sixth month anniversary. Bucky hadn’t felt anything this...permanent in a long time. And that scared the shit out of him.
Panic rose in him faster than the ocean at high tide. He knew what his life was like. He knew that good things didn’t come easily. He hadn’t experienced anything truly good for so long, and the few flips of goodness he was treated with rarely lasted. In his one hundred and six years on this wretched earth, Bucky had come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t allowed to have peace.
But you gave him hope. You made him smile. You made him laugh. You made him forget that he had a metal arm and a broken mind. You made him feel like he was human.
Never once did you shy away from him. You openly loved him. From grabbing onto his gloved hand when you went on walks, to curling into his side when you watched a movie together. You invited him to places, just because you wanted to be with him. You sent him memes—whatever the hell those were—just because you thought they’d make him laugh. You’d buy his favorite candy when you were grocery shopping just because. One time, you showed up at his apartment with a bouquet of flowers just for him and he had to stop himself from weeping right then and there. There was no question, no doubt, in his mind that you loved him.
That was the scariest part.
He didn’t know how long your love would last.
He didn’t know when you would realize you were too good for him.
He didn’t know when you would turn and leave, breaking his heart.
Bucky yearned for control. It was all he wanted. Not happiness, not love, but control. He had been pinned under other people’s thumbs for far too long. And, when he felt like he was relinquishing too much of his life into your hands, he got scared and he knew that he needed to get out fast.
So, just shy of your one year anniversary, he texted you that he wanted to end things. He had hoped it would end there, just like that, but you came storming to his apartment a mess.
“Why?” you cried.
“I can’t love you the way you want me to,” he said.
“I don’t care how you love me, I just want your love!”
And, if there was one thing he regretted, it was what he said next. “What if I didn’t love you?”
“You...You don't...You don’t love me?”
“I can’t. I’m not...I’m too broken to love anyone.”
“That’s such bullshit, Bucky, and you know it!” you sobbed. “You’re just scared, and you’re trying to hurt me before I hurt you, or whatever story you’ve made up in your head!”
That was another thing that scared him—that you could read him so well. Bucky struggled to understand what he was feeling half the time, but you could always tell the good days from the bad days. And, on the bad days, you always made sure that he knew he was loved. You always loved him. Why did you always love him?
“I don’t want you in my life,” he said, not looking at you.
“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”
“I mean it.”
“Bucky, please—”
“Go,” he said. “I’ve never asked for anything this entire relationship. Please just leave me be. It’s what I want.”
“Seriously? Is that seriously what you want?” you said, unable to hold the tears in anymore, letting them freely flow down your face.
“It is. It’s the only thing I’m sure of.”
“Fine. But you better remember this was your choice. Not mine,” you said, pointing a finger at him before turning on your heel and marching out of his apartment. Forever.
And, God, did he wish he could forget.
He hated knowing that he was the cause of your pain. He wanted nothing more than to chase you down, pull you into his arms and kiss the tears away. Apologize for the shit he said. Tell you that he loves you more than he loves the air he breathes. That he’s scared shitless of you realizing that you could have anyone in the world, and that you didn’t want Bucky anymore. That he wants a future with you, and whatever that entailed.
Instead, he let you walk.
It’s what he asked for, after all.
He could only pray that you would forget about him. That you found someone better, someone good. That you found someone who didn’t have so many broken pieces clued together. That you found someone who wasn’t ripped apart and stitched back together a thousand times over. That you found someone who loved you as much as he loved you, minus all the pain that he knew he would bring.
If he could tell you anything, it would be that.
That it was ok to forget about him.
He would never know that you would never want to forget him.
Because, for as much as he looked at you like were the beautiful moon hanging in the sky, you looked at him like he was the ocean, reaching out to kiss you day in and day out.
If only he knew.
#bucky barnes#mcu#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x fem!reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fan fiction#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fan fic#bucky barnes fic#the winter soldier#winter soldier#starrywrites#starrybrock
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Hakuoki Kyoka-Roku - Conversation in the Rain v2 - Kazama
my first translation of the year... and I suppose it’s typical of me to do things out of order for kyoka-roku again.... ahahaha -.- i still havent made any progress in that game so this content is still locked (meaning no images).... I suppose I’ll speedrun through the game when I have everything from this story translated? also i like being harmlessly horrible hahaha (just a bit!)
eventually?
Hakuoki Kyoka-Roku - Conversation in the Rain v2 - Kazama
Translation by KumoriYami
Selecting [Find an umbrella]
The rain continued to fall, and I had no idea when it would stop.
I quickly stopped thinking that the rain would stop soon, and opened my mouth to speak.
Yukimura: Even if we wait here like this, we have no idea of when the rain will stop...
Yukimura: Since that's the case, what do you two think about borrowing an umbrella from someone’s home?
Souji: Yes, that method is quite reliable/that's a safe way to go.
Rather, apart from this method [idea], I wasn't able to think of anything else [reword later?].
As I looked at the two of them, I lightly nodded towards them.
Heisuke: Let's do it, Chizuru. The two of us will go and look for an umbrella, so can you wait here for a bit?
Yukimura: Eh…? In the case, I can go too...
Heisuke: We'll just be walking to the nearby houses. You should stay here since you'll get wet.
Souji: It won't take long, so be a good kid and stay here.
Yukimura: Ah……
I watched the two rush [disappear] into the rain, and leaned my body against a tree trunk.
Okita-san and Heisuke-kun had left, and I suddenly felt bored.
As I watched the heavy rain fall, since there wasn't even anyone on the [nearby] road, just as I wondered about what to do.
???:——I didn't expect to see you here in such a place, windswept and battered by the rain.
Yukimura: Ka-Kazama.....Chikage....!?
I didn't even realize when suddenly Kazama-san appeared with an umbrella before me.
Kazama: Since you're like this, it seems as if you've been troubled by the rain [check game].
Kazama; It's impossible for you to to have run away by yourself. Where have that group of stray dogs who think/believe of themselves as guards disappear to?
Yukimura: O-Okita-san and Heisuke-kun will be coming back soon.
In the face of this unexpected intruder [word I have is "guest"] I placed my hand on my kodachi as I bluffed with my words to hold him back.
But Kazama-san did not draw his sword, and he didn't even put his umbrella down...
It was as if he hadn't noticed even noticed that I was ready to draw my sword, and indifferently continued to move closer.
Kazama: Heh...To actually let a woman of considerable value out their sight [check jp mtl].
Kazama: As expected, I am unable to entrust those stray dogs with you...
——Kazama Chikage.
He is one of the Shinsengumi's enemies, a member of the Satsuma domain /someone associated with the Satsuma domain......
Claiming to be an oni, I don't know why he has repeatedly asked for the Shinsengumi to hand me over.
Anyway, I couldn't trust him. But...
Kazama:.....Come. I will allow you to use my umbrella to take shelter from the rain.
Yukimura: Eh....!?
Although I didn't want to go with him at all, I was however speechless at the moment.
What is this person saying?
Kazama: Are you not bothered by the rain?
Yukimura: That's right/That's not wrong...
The look in Kazama-san's eyes had surpassed the level of being serious, and could even be described as sincere.
It seemed like he was worried about me...
However, after a while, he let out an impatient and soft sigh.
Kazama:...Forget it. I know that you will not obediently follow me [check jp mtl. possibly "come with me" instead?]
Kazama: However, this trend/direction is fairly good. You weren't able to react for a while, which shows that you've already begun to lower your guard against me.
Yukimura: Ho-How is that possible/can that be...
As if to break the moment of silence, there was a voice in the distance.
Heisuke: Chizuru——! We borrowed an umbrella!
Kazama: Ah. The wild group of stray dogs are coming back.
Kazama: How unfortunate. It seems I will need to find another opportunity to invite you to share an umbrella with me.
Kazama-san seemed to be a bit reluctant as he shrugged his shoulders, slowly handing the umbrella to me.
What does he want to do...?
Then, I watched him in a daze as he pulled my hand, forcing me to take the umbrella.
Kazama: Don't get wet on your way back.
Yukimura: This, please wait.......In the end..... what is……
He quickly turned around, and in the blink of an eye, vanished like smoke in the rain.
I was dumbfounded as I held the umbrella.
Kazama-san gave me this umbrella...
Telling me not to get wet, did this mean he was concerned for me? [says 'care' but unless I have context to when this is I think 'concerned' is more appropriate]
But, why did Kazama-san...?
Yukimura:....Even if I began guessing/speculating further, it would be impossible to understand.
With doubt in my stomach, I greeted Heisuke-kun and Okita-san who had rushed over [check jp mtl].
-end-
#hakuoki#hakuouki#Hakuoki Kyoka-Roku#hakuoki game translation#Kazama Chikage#Yukimura Chizuru#Okita Souji#Toudou Heisuke
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Unchanging
Synopsis: He was content with the simplicities life had to offer, while you sought out the world.
Pairing: Saiki Kusuo x artist!reader
Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst
Word Count: 3.6k
You first heard of him back in your second year of high school. There was nothing about Saiki Kusuo that stood out to you, but your good friend, Yumehara Chiyo, thought otherwise.
“Don’t you think Saiki looks like a prince? He’s so dreamy that I can’t keep my eyes off of him. He’s so cool and mysterious,” your friend blabbered. If by cool and mysterious, she meant cold and aloof, then you completely agreed.
Even the popular pretty girl, Teruhashi Kokomi, seemed enraptured by him, despite Saiki’s unwillingness to shower her any attention like every guy in school. She never told you about her crush on him, but it was obvious through her body language alone that she was smitten by the pink-haired boy.
You didn’t understand their fleeting infatuation for someone they hardly knew - never experienced the feeling of falling hard for someone from the depths of your soul that they were the only person you could think about. And you were perfectly content with that. You had bigger dreams to achieve than a small high school romance that wasn’t guaranteed to last long anyway.
The Okinawa school trip was an outing that all the second years in PK Academy were looking forward to, you included. Although you had a feeling that your friends, Chiyo and Kokomi, had different intentions for tagging along.
They must have been so elated that the three of you ended up in the same group with the boy they liked.
You carried on disregarding Kokomi and Chiyo’s painfully obvious antics to spend time with their beloved prince charming until later that evening when you decided to take a walk outside the hotel alone. You convinced yourself that a late-night stroll would be an enjoyable pastime, but really, you wanted to get away from the love-struck fantasies of your two friends who were oblivious of the fact that they were both pursuing the same boy.
You don’t know how long you’ve been wandering around, but by the time you returned, the hotel had disappeared from your sight. Two recognizable figures stood by a large hole torn on the ground. A battered ship had risen from the gap where the building used to be.
Toritsuka Reita from Class 2-2 stood next to your pink-haired group member while Saiki had a hand directed at the ship, indicating that he was the one causing it to float midair. Your jaw dropped in disbelief at the sight before you.
Saiki turned his head in your direction as if he knew you were there all along. He kept his usual blank composure, although you could recognize the wary look in his eyes as he stared at you. Toritsuka panicked upon the realization that you were there to witness the whole scene.
You didn’t know how you should've reacted when the two boys told you of their psychic powers.
“I won’t tell a soul,” you promised.
‘I know,’ Saiki’s voice echoed into your mind.
The rest of the trip went by smoothly after that incident. Kokomi subsequently spoke out about the crush she had on Saiki, and Chiyo announced that she had fallen for Kaidou Shun.
You shook your head in wonder at the orange-haired girl. It was astonishing how quickly she was able to abandon her feelings for one boy and move on to someone else so quickly.
You realized that love was brief and ever-changing like the ticking seconds on a clock. There was no point in wasting time on such a fickle emotion when the only thing you would devote yourself to were your ambitions for the future.
Nevertheless, a subconscious bond had been formed between you and Saiki after you learned his secret.
You shared a glance with the psychic from afar as Kokomi relayed to you the dream she had of the boy she liked.
He was kinder and a lot less indifferent than you originally thought. Saiki wouldn’t admit it, but you would notice the subtle acts he performed to help out a troubled stranger and the small deeds he initiated to prevent harm from coming across the people around him.
You finally acknowledged Saiki as a friend after he deliberately shared his umbrella with you during a particularly rainy day.
‘Good grief. I was feeling generous today, so this is nothing. Just make sure to come to school prepared next time,’ he had told you after you first rejected his help in worry of troubling him.
You found out much later that he could have stopped the rain with his abilities.
The empty café was tranquil save for the scratching of your pencil as you scribbled on your sketchbook. Saiki sat across from you, paying you no attention just as you did to him. His usual stoic expression was abandoned as he blissfully devoured his coffee jelly.
“I have a dream. After high school, I’ll travel around the world for a bit. I’ll join a bunch of art competitions and win a bunch of awards. Then eventually, I’ll go to an art school in New York so I can major in Illustration. And maybe I might even make a best-seller manga one day,” you mused.
‘Isn’t it a little too early for us to think about the future?’ Saiki retorted.
“Maybe. But I’ve had this dream for as long as I can remember.”
Art class was the subject you looked forward to the most in school. Not only because you excelled in many art mediums, but also because you took pride in the techniques you honed over the years of endless practice.
For the day’s lesson, you were to pair up with one person in the class and draw each other’s portraits. You casually looked around the room in search of anyone available.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed Kokomi rushing up to Saiki with an excited smile as she called out, “Saiki, do you want to-” a majority of the boys in class crowded around her before she could say her piece. Saiki walked up to you instead, asking if you wanted to pair up with him.
You glanced briefly at Kokomi, feeling a tad bit guilty for stealing her choice of partner while she was being surrounded by her group of fans hoping that she would choose one of them. But you couldn’t bring yourself to reject the pink-haired boy’s request.
Taking a seat from across each other, you adjusted your easel so you could get a better view of Saiki’s face. Despite the red tint dusting your cheeks from the intimacy of his peering gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. You perceived for the first time that Saiki was actually quite good looking.
You looked down at your page so you could sketch his appearance: the antennae on his head, his green glasses, soft pink hair, slender neck, smooth lips, chiselled face, sharp eyes. You looked up to take a quick peek at him again.
The constant blinking on his impassive face made your eyes widen in amusement and you frantically placed a hand over your mouth to prevent a snort from escaping.
‘Why are you laughing?’
“Because you’re blinking so much that it looks ridiculous,” you explained with a chuckle.
‘I have to keep on blinking so my x-ray vision resets. I’m trying to get a look at your face.’
You let out another coy giggle despite the heat rushing to the tips of your ears. He looked down at his paper to continue his piece with a warm smile barely present on his face.
You concentrated on your own illustration, marking down his affectionate expression before Saiki could return to his blank face, and showing it off as soon as you finished.
‘Not bad. Now take a look at mine.’
He flipped his paper over, exhibiting an intricate and beautiful portrait. The focused expression he depicted on your face while you drew him looked so alluring. You almost didn’t recognize it as your own, even though it was practically a mirror image.
"This looks way too realistic for someone who's trying not to stand out."
'It should be fine if it's you.'
You didn't understand what he meant, but his words caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach.
‘I need your help,’ A familiar voice spoke in your mind.
You jumped in surprise at the unexpected appearance of the pink-haired boy you had grown fond of. Your sketchbook flew out of your lap, falling right at your feet.
“How did you know I was here?” You asked with a huff.
‘In case you forgot, I can hear your thoughts. I know that sometimes you like to come here to the school rooftop during lunch.’
“Oh,” you uttered. “Well, since you came all this way to see me, what can I do for you?” You raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
'I need you to help me reject Teruhashi.'
You pursed your lips in uncertainty.
"Kokomi is my friend, and as her friend, you can't expect me to hurt her feelings."
'As my friend, you can't expect me to lead her on when I don't ever intend on returning her feelings. She'll get hurt either way. All I'm asking is for you to help me avoid her so she'll get over me.’
You knew he was right, but you were still unsure of meddling in a situation you weren't a part of, especially when it involved the feelings of your close friend. You looked out the window in contemplation.
“Why are you asking me? Mikoto would be a better choice.”
‘I trust you more, so it has to be you.’
You ignored the churning in your stomach as you casually threw your hands up, giving in to his request.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
‘Thank you.’
Saiki bent down on one knee, reaching out to grab your fallen sketchbook.
“I can pick that up myself, you know, or you if you wanted to help me that badly, you could’ve done that levitation thing you always do.”
‘I know.’
He held the book out, watching you through his glasses while he knelt by your feet. A saying Chiyo once told you a long time ago reverberated at the back of your mind: “Don’t you think Saiki looks like a prince?”
You gripped the sketchbook in his hand. Saiki’s gaze burned on your orbs as your image reflected off his green lenses. Neither one of you let go, even when your fingertips brushed against one another.
“What colour are your eyes?” You wondered.
‘Violet.’
“Major in Economics at Sayftee University and major in Literature at both Komman University and Ahvraj University,” you read out Saiki's school survey. “These are all surprisingly in character for you, but do you really have no dreams beyond living an ordinary life?”
‘I’m too busy thinking of ways to stop the volcano eruption to worry about my future.’
“You have a point there. Any luck with that?” you inquired.
Saiki shook his head.
“I guess that means we’ll be second years again.”
You didn’t keep track of how long time had been looping, and you found that you didn’t really care since you were already accustomed to the familiarity of your seemingly endless high school life. You were happy, even if it meant that the dreams you’ve been chasing for so long were slipping farther away from your grasp with every day that passed.
‘No, it’s about time I put an end to this.’
Saiki’s determined expression was embedded in your mind.
Your screams of disbelief were muffled by the pillow you held against your face.
You had vowed to yourself since you were young that you wouldn’t grow attached to anyone. After all these years, you had to go back on your word just when you were about to leave.
Now was not the time. Not here. Not with him.
Kokomi and Chiyo took it upon themselves to pay you a visit after you skipped school for five days without notice. The dark circles under your eyes and your sunken face visibly worried them.
“I’m in love with Saiki,” you murmured, gazing sullenly at your blue-haired friend. “I’m sorry.”
Kokomi’s face fell, but she showed no signs of surprise.
“I already knew that. It was obvious with the way you always look at him,” she lamented. Kokomi cupped your balled fists in her hands and looked at you wistfully. “He rejected me a few days ago, so you don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings. I think you two would look good together.”
You felt tears threatening to spill over your eyes. Whether it was from relief that Kokomi accepted you so easily or pain from your unfortunate situation, you didn’t know.
“I’m leaving Japan after we graduate,” you disclosed.
A dejected silence fell upon you three until Chiyo spoke up, “For how long?”
“An indefinite amount of time.”
“Are you ever coming back?”
“I don’t know.”
Their glum faces only worsened your mood.
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
You tensed at the accusing tone directed at you. Saiki’s piercing gaze was pointed at your shrinking figure.
No matter how much time had passed since the loss of his abilities, you doubted that you would ever get used to the sound of his voice resonating out loud, or the enchanting shade of his eyes, even if they looked dangerously menacing at the moment.
“I wasn’t avoiding you. I was just busy studying for exams and doing other stuff,” you explained weakly.
Saiki’s deadpan expression indicated that he didn’t believe your lie.
After a few minutes of squirming underneath his scrutinizing gaze, you gave in and told him your worries, “I’m leaving the country soon. I think we should stop talking to each other so that it won’t be so hard for us to say goodbye.”
You pushed past him. You didn’t know where your feet planned on dragging you, but you figured anywhere was fine so long as you could get away from him.
The familiar warmth of Saiki’s hand wrapped around your own, stopping you from taking another step away. You didn’t dare turn around as you felt your heart thumping wildly.
“I won’t ever ask this of anyone else, so I’m begging you not to push me away,” he pleaded. He placed your hand over his chest, giving away the heavy pulsing of his heartbeat.
You could never say no to him.
Memories of the last few years ran through your mind as you smiled at the nostalgia. You took one final glance at your high school building before turning your back on it, striding towards the exit.
You stopped at the sight of a familiar figure standing under the shade of a cherry blossom tree. Saiki must have known that you were staying much later after the graduation ceremony, all thanks to his restored powers.
‘Good grief. Were you really planning on leaving without saying goodbye?’ His voice resounded in your head.
You didn’t respond as you watched the wind blow through his hair, the sun illuminating the affectionate smile on his face, the violet obscured by his green glasses, and the petals dancing around the two of you as they fell to the ground. The timing was right. The mood was right. Everything was right.
He rubbed the back of your hand while you reached out to intertwine your fingers with his. The warmth that radiated off his skin felt like home.
He knew, and you knew that he did. After all, you could never hide your secrets from a psychic, no matter how hard you tried. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him how you felt.
“Goodbye,” you pulled away from Saiki.
What was the point of confessing your feelings to someone you would never see again?
Paris, France was one of your destinations out of many. Most people romanticized the capital as the City of Love, but the only reason you were even there in the first place was to visit the Louvre, the world’s largest art museum.
Influenced by the art and the romantic ambience, you sketched out the scenery around you, deliberating how you could embody the city on paper. If you were to draw a picture of love, what would you envision?
Maybe, it would look like pink locks tousled by the spring breeze, or the reflection of your eyes searching for violet orbs through tinted green glass. It might have been the lingering warmth on the fingertips of someone who trusted you enough to share their deepest secret, or the gentle smile that was reserved only for you during the most intimate of moments.
Your love was constant and unchanging. You realized that now. No matter how much time had passed or how many countries you visited, you always found yourself thinking about home.
Ever since you were a young student in junior high, you had hated the thought of giving up on your dreams to pursue a flighty, insignificant relationship. Six years ago, you threw away your chance at love to focus on your aspirations. There was no point in thinking back on what might have been. You shouldn’t have.
You made a name for yourself through the many art competitions you joined, winning a few awards here and there. A while back, you finished your Bachelor's Degree in Illustration at a famous art school in New York. Things were coming together quite nicely.
Your high school days almost seemed like a lifetime ago. The memories that used to be the center of your universe, the laughter you shared with your friends, and a not so ordinary boy with psychic powers were at the back of your mind. Everyday life without the only person you've ever loved became the norm for you.
You recently got a job offer from a famous publishing company in Japan after you posted a short comic that blew up in popularity. The editor in chief sealed the deal with you after you sent him a promising draft for a manga you had planned out.
It had been years since you’ve been to the country, but your return and the nostalgic surroundings brought back old recollections that made you feel like you were a teenager again.
The chief took it upon himself to give you a tour around the company, showing you the work environment and the employees. He guided you through the different floor levels, offices and workrooms, and acquainted you with the higher-ups. But he had yet to introduce the editor you would be working with.
"There he is."
The chief led you towards the figure of a man who had his back turned to you. The pink tuft of hair on his head and the silly-looking antennae shaped into joysticks poking out of his scalp were noticeably familiar. But you couldn’t believe it.
He turned around, green-tinted eyes boring into yours with the same neutral expression you used to see every day. Even when you had anticipated who it was, you couldn’t help the breathless gasp that escaped your lips.
"This is Saiki Kusuo. He will be the editor in charge of overseeing your work,” the chief introduced to you.
You took the hand Saiki held out for you, shaking it courteously. His blank expression didn’t fade, but his eyes softened under your gaze. The warmth on his grip was just as comforting as you remembered, like the welcoming embrace for a loved one returning home.
Neither one of you let go.
"Well, since it's already after work hours, you guys should grab dinner and get to know each other. You'll be working closely for a while, after all," the chief suggested before leaving you and Saiki alone.
A hushed silence washed over both of you as the world disappeared before your sight. The image of a cherry blossom tree on a sunny spring day was evoked in your mind.
He sat next to you in a secluded booth of the café you used to frequent, away from prying eyes.
"What happened to majoring in Economics and Literature?" you asked.
Your body was angled in his direction while you engaged him in conversation. Despite the many years apart, you and Saiki had fallen back to the easygoing relationship you once shared.
'I finally had time to think about my future, and I realized that this is what I wanted.'
“You wanted to be a manga editor like your dad?” you prompted.
‘Not quite.’
Saiki was composed as usual as he turned to face you.
'I have a dream. After you accomplished your goals, we would find each other again and spend the rest of our lives together. And maybe we might even make a best-seller manga one day,’ he mused.
Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest. The words you couldn’t bring yourself to say on the day of your graduation poured out unthinkingly from your throat.
“I love you.”
He placed a hand on the back of your neck, closing the distance between you.
‘I know.’
Your lips crashed into his, moulding perfectly as they moved against one another. You gripped his shoulders, pulling him in as he snuck an arm around your waist. Your eyelids fluttered shut, relishing in the sweet sensation of his taste.
You only pulled away minutes after to catch your breath. His forehead leaned against yours, the tip of your noses barely skimming each other. The look of adoration in his eyes revealed that he felt the same way.
No matter how long he waited, your love for each other was unchanging.
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omg can you do a print of damie in canon just interacting with flora bc i would love that
She’s lost Flora.
There is, Dani thinks with the forced calm of one already beginning to spiral, little cause to panic. The house is big, but it’s not that big--and Flora is a good kid. She’s not exactly prone to just wandering off. She certainly wouldn’t, say, vanish from sight and reappear somewhere unexpected, suddenly acting like she didn’t entirely remember the time in between.
That doesn’t sound like Flora at all.
She isn’t running, per se, from room to room. Running would suggest there is a problem to be handled, and if she starts thinking along those lines--if she starts obsessing about Flora’s distinctly off-putting way of gazing over her shoulder, of saying things just a little too odd to be hand-waved away, of looking at Dani as though she can see straight through her to the unease thrumming under the surface--well. That way lies nothing useful. Nothing at all.
“Have you seen Flora?” The kitchen had seemed a good bet. Here, after all, is Owen, puttering away over the ingredients for the evening’s meal, his mood somber as he uses the manor to avoid reflecting on his mother’s upcoming funeral. Here is Hannah, dutifully rearranging the china, pretending not to steal glances at Owen’s lanky frame every few seconds. That spot at the table is made for Flora, little legs hanging off the chair, brimming with questions--
But Flora isn’t there, and Owen is shaking his head.
“Not since lunch. Lost her, have you?”
No, she almost snaps. A count of three, a long-held breath; she smiles tightly, reminding herself that this is not Owen’s fault, nor Owen’s job. The children will be your responsibility alone, after all.
“She’s quick,” she says instead. Hannah purses her lips.
“Perhaps upstairs with Miles?”
She isn’t. Miles, bent over a book with a solemn expression, blinks up at her as though she’s dragged him by the shirt collar out of the actual wardrobe to Narnia.
“She asked me to color--what time is it?”
“Two,” Dani says, sparing the briefest glance for her watch. He shrugs.
“An hour ago, I think? I told her to ask Hannah.” A flash of concern crosses his face, a too-adult creasing of brow. “Was that wrong? I just wanted to finish my book--”
“It’s fine,” Dani assures him, ruffling his hair. Too-adult, his expression may be, but this is the most kid she’s seen Miles in days. The last thing she wants is to dissuade him from reading, or from the loose sprawl of his posture.
An hour, though. In the days since coming to Bly, Dani can’t remember twenty minutes passing without Flora turning up underfoot.
Outside, she thinks with another swell of barely-restrained panic. She’s outside. By the lake, probably, where Flora can so often be found keeping company with dolls and talismans and snatches of ethereal song.
It isn’t exactly a reassuring thought, particularly with summer rain sluicing down the windows, scattering over the roof like pellets. A storm, it isn’t, but an eight-year-old girl has no business wandering in weather like this.
You'd have loved it, at her age, Dani reminds herself. There’s nothing at all wrong with a little girl puddle-jumping for the sheer joy of it. Flora probably got bored, cooped up with a bunch of busy adults and her brother uninterested in playing games. She’s fine. She’s almost certainly fine.
An umbrella is waiting beside the door, still damp from Owen’s trip in before breakfast. Dani takes a breath, pops it open, steels herself for the brisk wind.
The grounds are gray, the puddles turning the grass to a squelchy mess beneath her shoes. She keeps her head up, her eyes carefully turned away from the puddles which sit like recklessly-dropped mirrors at every turn; if she so much as glances down and spots a flash of glasses, she’s not sure she’ll be able to keep her composure.
Flora is not by the lake, as it turns out. Nor the statue gardens. Nor the rose bushes. Flora is nowhere, she’s starting to think, and her mind is finally turning toward the worst--toward the depth of that lake, how easily a small girl might slip off the embankment and tumble headlong into its hungry waves without notice--when she remembers the greenhouse.
Jamie will help. The thought rises without warning, a solid patch of sunlight at the center of the storm. Jamie will help--because Jamie knows every corner of these grounds as well as her own hands. Jamie, who maybe doesn’t know Dani all that well, but didn’t seem to mind offering gentle reassurance, exchanging unexpectedly deep conversation on the couch...or Dani taking her hand in the dark. Jamie, who had said, Who the hell knew? Jamie, who had worn an expression a little like awe.
They haven’t had time to talk about it since, but even so. Even so, for Flora, Jamie is sure to--
She hesitates at the door, fist raised to knock. It feels foolish, rapping on the entry to a greenhouse like it’s Jamie’s own bedroom--but this is, she reasons, as close to Jamie’s home as she’s ever likely to get.
“Jamie, are you...”
“Here,” her voice comes from somewhere just out of sight. Dani takes a cautious step in out of the rain, jostling the umbrella and pulling it hastily shut. Best not to invite bad luck--she’s certainly already had her share.
“I’m looking for Flora,” she calls, feeling a bit silly. There’s so much going on in this room--plants and tables, pots and a variety of outdoor furniture draped with old blankets. Normally, Jamie is easy to spot amid the riot of greens and pinks, her hands busy coaxing seedlings to life. Today, Dani feels as though she’s tripped and fallen into a game of hide and seek.
“Don’t have to look far,” Jamie’s voice comes again--from behind the sofa, Dani thinks. “C’mere.”
“Miss Clayton!” Flora pipes up, and Dani feels the tension leave her body in a violent rush. Her hand grips the nearest table for support, her eyes closing in relief. “Come color with us”
“Come--sorry?” She can’t have heard right. Jamie? Jamie the gardener, putting aside work and temper to waste an afternoon on crayons?
Yes--yes, that appears to be exactly what Jamie is doing. Sprawled on her stomach, still dressed in her coveralls, she’s got a blue crayon in hand and a green one tucked behind her ear. She glances up as Dani steps nearer, a smile lighting her face.
“Kid came stumbling in out of the rain an hour ago. Expect she didn’t think to warn you in advance?”
“Sorry.” Flora offers a sheepish smile, sitting up quickly. “Are you very cross?”
“No, of course not.” Just going to need a minute to purge the image of finding you facedown in the goddamned lake, is all. “Next time, though, you’ll have to tell me you’re leaving the house alone. I need to know where you are at all times, Flora.”
She expects Jamie to scoff at this--to say, Ah, she was with me, she’s fine. Instead, Jamie stretches over to land a sharp flick on Flora’s upper arm.
“Rude to make Poppins worry. Look, she’s gone all pink.” She looks up at Dani, grinning. “Not a bad look, if we’re in the market for honesty.”
Dani suspects pink is the lightest shade she can manage, with Jamie gazing at her that way. It’s too easy, all of a sudden, to remember an unexpectedly soft hand under her own fingers, Jamie turning reflexively at the wrist to hold her back.
“I’m terribly sorry,” Flora says, a phrase Dani is starting to think is more Flora than even perfectly splendid. “Here--I was just about to do one of you!”
Jamie gestures with the blue crayon, a silent suggestion for Dani to sit beside her. “Might as well. Rain doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon.” She lowers her voice, eyes fixed on Flora’s determined rummage through the crayon box. “Sorry about that, Poppins. Know she’s been unpredictable lately, didn’t like the idea of her stumping around in the cold. If I’d known you were worried--”
“It’s all right.” In truth, she’s glad Flora made her way out here. Growing more pleased by the moment with this development, really, as Jamie slides a blank sheet of paper in front of her and presses a purple crayon into her hand.
“Join us. We’re doing portraiture.”
“I can see that,” Dani laughs. Jamie’s handiwork speaks of a distinct lack of care for detail--each sketch on her page is, at best, a stick figure with a single defining feature. “How does Owen hold up his head, carrying a mustache the size of his torso?”
“With minimal decorum,” Jamie says, grinning. “And she’s right, it’s your turn.”
Dani suspects she’s going less pink, more a volatile shade of maroon, with both parties squinting at her face, their papers, her face again. Flora is doing her very best work, taking several minutes just to select the closest shades of blue, yellow, pink. Jamie makes an enormous production of holding up a crayon, closing one eye, gauging proportions--and then, cheerfully, scrawling a figure identical to the other four already on the page.
“I’m taller than Hannah?” Dani asks, unable to resist a giggle. Jamie frowns.
“Ah, you’re...standin’ on a crate.” She adds a box beneath Dani’s non-existent feet with a flourish, nodding. “There. It’s symbolic.”
“Of what?”
“I’ve ranked you all on how much I like you. Takin’ into account, of course, certain accusations pointed my way regarding mud and shiny floorboards.” Jamie winks. Dani finds herself gripping her crayon almost hard enough to hurt.
“You’re not drawing, Miss Clayton!” Flora observes. Dani glances away from Jamie’s smile--a difficult act only a few days ago, nearly impossible now--and clears her throat.
“Well. Maybe just until the rain stops.”
There are, she thinks as a comfortable quiet settles over the greenhouse, infinitely worse ways to spend her afternoon.
#fanfiction#ficlet#the haunting of bly manor#dani x jamie#flora wingrave#soft prompts#hope this is about what you were looking for#soft it certainly is
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Title: Peppermint
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Tags: Fluff, Pining, First Kiss
Summary: Dean shares a Christmas tradition with Cas.
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There’s a little red tin in the glove compartment of the impala, and when Cas picks it up, he can feel the way it’s scratched and dented with age.
“What’s this?”
Dean glances over, and something unreadable passes across his face. It reminds Cas of how he looks when Sam talks about their childhood, nostalgic and complicated – not happiness, but something close. “Where’d you find that?”
“It was just in here with your Dad’s old phone, under the map,” Cas replies, turning it over interestedly in his hands. There’s a faded image on the front he can’t quite make out, worn green and silver and gold. The colours of Dean’s eyes, as he looks at Cas in the half-light of the unfolding road. “What is it?”
“It used to have peppermints in it,” Dean says, looking back to the road. There’s a wistful kind of sadness in his gaze, but a slight smile playing across his mouth. “Sammy begged Dad to buy it at some gas station when he was, I don’t know, maybe four. He didn’t even like peppermints, he just liked the Christmas tree on the front of the tin, wouldn’t shut up about it. It was filled with those red and white striped candy canes, you know the ones?”
Cas nods, watches the moving December colours play across Dean’s features.
“Well, that year we were stuck in here all Christmas day while Dad was wrapping up a hunt. Sammy was old enough to know it was Christmas, so it kind of sucked. But I got Sammy singing Christmas songs and we drew stupid snowmen cartoons on the windows, and it was okay, we passed the time. Dad was gone so long we ended up eating most of the candy canes while we were waiting, but Sammy insisted on saving the last one for Dad. He still hero-worshipped Dad at that point, even though Dad was barely a father to him – was barely even there, to see Sammy growing up” Dean breaks off momentarily, shakes his head like he’s trying to surface from deep water. Cas notes the set of Dean’s jaw, the way his knuckles are white around the wheel, resists the urge to reach out, soften them.
“Sam knows how much you did now, Dean,” he says, instead, into the quiet.
Dean makes a dismissive sound, carries on as though Cas hasn’t spoken at all, but the tension in his hands is less strained; “Anyway, when Dad finally came back that night he was only a little beat up, in a good mood for once. He tried to take us for some real food, but everywhere was closed by that time so we just sat in here together and Dad broke the last candy cane into three for us to share,” Dean glances at the box Cas is still holding. It feels warm in Cas’s hands now, the mental heating up in his palms as he listens to the story, as though it’s slowly coming alive. “It was one of the better Christmases, actually. Dad refilled the box with them each December, handed them out to me and Sammy when we’d been driving all night. It was one of the few traditions we ever had,” he shrugs, adjusts his grip self-consciously on the wheel, “Stupid, really,” he adds, in that way he has of diminishing anything personal he says, “It’s probably empty now.”
Obligingly, Cas opens the box. It is empty, save a couple of crumpled silver wrappers, but it smells of ghostly peppermint. Cas sniffs, imagines little Dean and Sam sitting in the impala alone on Christmas day. His chest aches at the thought of Dean trying to distract Sam, keep him happy and amused while Dean was probably afraid. “I’ve never tried peppermint,” he tells Dean, inhaling again and trying to figure out the scent. It’s sharp, clean, a little powdery. Like dusty snow. “What’s it like?” he asks, curiously.
“Hard to describe to anyone who hasn’t tasted it,” Dean says, “Like most things. It’s – sweet. Kind of makes the inside of your mouth feel cold when you inhale.”
Cas looks at him, watches the lights of the road reflect in his green gaze.
“Hey, we can get some, if you want,” Dean says, nodding towards the road, “There’s a gas station just up ahead, I wouldn’t mind stopping to stretch my legs anyway.”
“I would like that,” Cas smiles at the thought of getting to taste a little piece of Dean’s history, watches as the lights get brighter and the car slows, pulling into the empty gas station.
Outside, it’s cold, the dark biting at Cas’s skin as he waits for Dean to return from the kiosk. He leans against the cool, smooth metal of the impala, stares skywards for a while. It’s cloudy, the sky is swollen with snow. Cas likes not being able to see the heavens, sometimes. On days like this, earth is full enough of wonder all by itself. The greasy spill of gas station lights on frozen concrete, a little metal box of memories in his pocket, Dean’s footsteps echoing through the quiet towards him. The lights of heaven could never compare.
“Here,” Dean’s nose is pink from the cold, eyes bright as he leans back against the car beside Cas, hands him a paper packet. “Peppermint candy canes. Go on, knock yourself out.” He sticks his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and stares up at the sky, like Cas had been moments before. Cas wonders whether Dean is comforted by the blankness too, or if he aches for the far-distant twinkling lights and their warmth, so long absent from his own life.
“Will you have one too?” Cas asks, peering into the bag and tentatively drawing out one of the striped candies before handing it back to Dean.
“Why not?” Dean’s fingers are warm against Cas’s for a moment, rough with calluses, and then there’s nothing again. He pulls out a candy and stuffs the paper bag into his pocket, begins unwrapping the little umbrella-shaped stick. “I can’t remember the last time I had one of these, you know. Probably the Christmas before Sam went off to college.” He puts the candy between his lips, sucks. Cas suddenly has to catch his breath, cold and startling in his lungs. “Hey, what are you waiting for?” Dean is looking at Cas, lips red and plump around the candy, eyes bright in the cold air.
“Oh,” Cas looks down at his own untouched candy, brings it up to his mouth and sucks experimentally. “It’s like… toothpaste,” he frowns at Dean, letting the cool, clean taste fill his mouth. He sucks again, slower, trying to get a sense of the flavour. “It’s quite nice.”
Dean’s cheeks are pink with the cold now too. “Uh – yeah, it is, I guess.” He’s looking at Cas intently in the muted lights of the deserted gas station, with an expression that is familiar yet unreadable and makes Cas feel warm even in the cold.
“This is what Christmas tasted like to you?” Cas sucks the candy again, looks at Dean.
“Once, I suppose so,” Dean sounds distracted, but his tone doesn’t match the intent focus in his gaze as he looks at Cas. The cold has made his cheeks flush darker still, and the light is muted enough that only an arc of green is visible around the black of his pupils.
“It does make my mouth feel cold,” Cas observes, with interest. He sucks the candy further into his mouth and pulls it out with a pop, feeling the cool cleanness of the air being pulled between his lips. Dean clears his throat slightly. “I haven’t encountered any other food that has this effect,” Cas licks slowly at the tip of the candy, and is aware of Dean inhaling sharply, “Do you know what causes it?”
“I don’t,” Dean’s voice is slightly hoarser than usual.
“Very interesting,” Cas contemplates, licking the tip of the candy again with a swirl of his tongue. Dean makes a stifled sound, and Cas looks up with a frown. “Don’t you want yours?” he asks, eyeing Dean’s uneaten candy, “Or do you only enjoy them when you can eat them with Sam? I’m sorry, I know I can’t provide that part of the tradition for you.”
“Sam isn’t the only person I can have good memories with, Cas. This can be a new tradition, okay?” Dean says, and he’s glowing, so beautiful here in the cold all lit up. “But,” he pauses, swallowing, “You’re right, I’m not sure I want mine.”
“You don’t?” Cas frowns, worriedly. He pulls his own candy away from his mouth.
The colour is high on Dean’s cheeks as he shakes his head, “No. I think I’d rather have yours, actually.” And before Cas can say anything, Dean’s lips are suddenly on his, soft and warm, so warm in the cold air. Cas feels as though he’s been holding his breath for years and is suddenly able to breathe. It’s wonderful, the heat of Dean’s mouth against his, the slick of his tongue twining with Cas’s, tasting of peppermint and making something hot curl deep in Cas’s stomach. His hands are cupping Cas’s face, rough skin, tender touch. Cas is breathing hard when Dean pulls back, both of their breath clouding the December air between them. “Tastes better on you,” Dean grins, and it’s a beautiful thing, tentative and free here in the cold without heaven watching.
Cas reaches out and grabs the lapels of Dean’s leather jacket, pulls him in again. This time it’s harder, urgent, Dean’s breath coming in stifled gasps into Cas’s mouth as Cas presses him back against the impala, sinks into the heat of Dean’s mouth, the warm, hard line of Dean’s body, pliant under him. He can taste the desperation on Dean’s tongue along with the peppermint, and he chases it, deepening the kiss until Dean is groaning against him, clutching at Cas’s coat. Cas thinks he might be making noises too, but he can’t think about anything except Dean, here at last in all the ways he should be, warm and real. Oblivion.
In his coat pocket, he can feel the outline of the little peppermint tin where their heartbeats edge closer to each other. He smiles against Dean’s mouth, loves that he’ll never be able to taste peppermint without remembering this; the shine of Dean’s eyes in the muted December lights, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the sky frozen and empty overhead, a blank canvas for their own stars.
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