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satoruhour · 8 months

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geto and reader sneaking out from jujutsu high school

have good day/night ! :)

a/n: apparently geto doesn’t have a least fav food bc he consumes curses so often that he’s content to eat anything. sigh. / 1.7k ☆ / @crysugu @lvlybee @na-t0

“nah, you’re lying.” it wasn’t peculiar for geto to hang out in your room after classes (if you could even call them that with gojo usually interrupting them or him getting called out of class to complete a mission). it’d be left with the two of you, and while shoko is not opposed to participating in the (vastly different) insanity you two would usually bring, she prefers to watch from the sidelines with a burning, shortening cigarette and an amused smile.

“like i— for one, love pineapples on pizza and, cherry tomatoes, but i just hate it when they don’t choose the right ones, you know?” geto leaves you to ramble until you realise your voice is simply countered by low hums and nods, “you don’t have any food you hate, do you?” you sit up on your bed after a long time of quelling the loud beats of your heart, looking incredulously at him still lying down, long legs going past the footboard, long hair and all. it grows faster in the summer, you realise — jet black hair that flows like a blackened river right down to his nape — and you find you’ve noted it down in your head a bit too often.

the repetitive memory is paired with reminders to give him the silly star clip you found at a corner side store and plain black hair ties (you steal them sometimes, he doesn’t ask for you to return it). it all but muddles your focus, these thoughts, all because you find it terribly difficult to look away from geto suguru’s unprecedented beauty. the graceful slant of his eyebrows to his hair, right down to the stubborn strands of feelers on the left side of his face that won’t stay in his bun—

“i’m not lying; i really don’t,” the dark-haired sorcerer laughs breathlessly, and he doesn’t notice your daze or the way you jerk at his chortle. his eyes come to rest on you, looking soft and gentle, a gaze even he doesn’t give gojo, and you think he looks the prettiest when his spread out locks converge as he sits up to rest on his elbows.

but besides the warmth of these domestic scenes through rose-coloured glasses, you can make out the underlying sorrow that pools beneath the light-hearted laugh. sometimes you can feel its heaviness, weighing suguru down more than it could ever do to you, and though he’s never lets you in, you had an inkling on what exactly tears at his mind.

it’s how every curse geto exorcises ends up in him, tainting his system with the harrowing taste similar to a rag that’s used to wipe up vomit and feces. it’s how he stifles gags each time a mission is completed, swallowing the curse with scrunched up eyes and a permanent frown. it’s how he’s ingested curses so much that he would be content with any type of food.

“then… let’s go out and find what food you hate then. process of elimination,” you offer softly with a giggle, pushing his legs off your bed before getting up yourself and stretching your limbs. it was late afternoon after all, causing the room to bathe in a general laziness and orange hues to prepare for sunset. you pull on his pants, leaning over him that teases the line between love and friendship.

geto mumbles, “like… right now? don’t we have a meeting with yaga-sensei soon?” and you’re prepared to get rejected with that reason (“oh shit, i forgot—”) until he takes your hand in his and surprising you with the idea that he’d disobey authority for a stupid idea of yours. he thumbs the back of your palm like he’s done it a million times before — c’mon, he says, and then the walk out is silent, hand loosely clasped in his as he skillfully manoeuvres through the traditional architecture of jujutsu high so well you’re convinced he skips classes.

it’s like you undo the tiring climb up the foothills of mount mushiro when you’ve finished an early morning mission, feeling the tug of geto’s hand on yours. it feels like it goes on forever too, but you bask in his occasional turns to look at you to check if you were still there: as if your hand in his isn’t enough, as if you were a reverie in his eyes, as if he didn’t have the sun in palm of his hand, in all her glory in this late, blinding glow. there’s a familiar manifestation of a stingray about three quarters through, the little creature floating beneath suguru’s hand.

“won’t you get caught by the school?” you laugh, but you climb onto it anyway — there’s a small humming sound that emerges from the curse and your stroking, ghosting hand only draws more pleased exclamations from the stingray.

it’s here where he sees how his akaei reacts to your touch and voice that geto thinks maybe collecting curses isn’t so bad. it’s on days like this where he think it might be worth it if little moments like this could clear the tainted, blurry cataract that mixes up who he should be protecting in this fucked up world.

the akaei jerks you forward and you let out a little yelp, face resting just inches from suguru as you clutch onto a fin of the creature — geto swears he hears a cackle from the curse and simply clears his throat, ignoring the pounding of his heart and the way he could smell cherry lip gloss on you. he wouldn’t put it past you to get cherry tomato flavoured lip gloss, but he imagines no matter how much you liked the vegetable (fruit?), you probably wouldn’t be putting that on your lips.

“shall we go?”

beyond the school, he realises he’s not sure where you want to take him and he dispels the curse, already thinking of the lecture he’d get but instead he’s allowing you to drag him out of the heavy foliage and into the humble shops lining the bustling town. with this, geto is able to see your person without feeling like his heart is going to burst out of his chest, pushing down words that he wasn’t sure you’d reciprocate whenever you turned around to point out the stores you would frequent.

and geto certainly is able to get that little piece of heaven and normalcy that he craves, letting someone he cherishes pull him through throngs of people to find his least favourite item, just because. he lets you sift through convenience stores and family businesses, eating with the unforgivable rays of the setting sun dancing through your features and his bowl of wanton noodles at the chinese shophouse that it convinces him any type of food could be his favourite as long as you’re stuffing your face with waffles or initiating a brain freeze with a 7-eleven slurpee.

and years later, geto somehow still has a bit of trouble categorising foods into ‘favourites’ and ‘non-favourites’, a sorting system that’s black and white, years later. he much rather place (almost) all of them in the grey simply because experiencing dessert and starters and main courses now with your mere presence was enough to make everything delicious against his repulsive palate.

“still thinking?” geto’s thoughts are interrupted by you as you call from across the table, a hand reaching out to hold his.

he only nods with a languid smile, reminiscent of the mornings when that’s all he has energy for — and except maybe your teasing and lovesick voice. he’d have all the energy for that. “i’ll have what you’re having.”

you giggle, “again? okay… don’t blame me if you spit out the escargots like you did on our last date.”

geto stifles a laugh and only sends the confused waiter off with both of your menus and soon he’s pulling lightly on your hand and he makes you burst out laughing like he usually does, “what did you order again?”

the food turned out… mediocre to say the least. for such a renowned restaurant, you’d expect phenomenal tastes and combinations, except they were overrated too much by critics with only the plating to praise — but still, the night doesn’t end when the bill is hastily paid and geto buries you in his embrace.

“coat’s warm,” you smile. it’s the winter, he’s got you engulfed in his large coat as your nose crinkles at the snow brushing upon your cheek — unbeknownst to you, you wouldn’t have this reality in another universe where christmas was so near — but you would die before you let geto slip from your grasp again. you hoped it would be like this for every other time someone such a yourself crosses path with a certain dark-haired, lovely and kind person like geto suguru: in love, holding his heart in your hands, like sending out a message (“i’ve got him — have you?”) to all the you’s in every other realm.

“what do you say we finish the leftover pizza in the fridge?” his grin is blinding, something you never thought you’d see past high-school, but slowly, you’ve picked up the pieces and cleaned off its rough edges. you’ve polished them and melded them back together bit by bit. in the 55 by 63 refrigerator at your small shared dorm in your alma mater, all of geto’s pineapples were littered messily over your side of the dough, ingraining that dramaticized display of how, to geto, pineapple on pizza tasted worse than swallowing curses.

though, it was one of the favourite foods he’s developed a taste for after eating it with you a few times. sure, he at first hated the sweetness that contrasted with the saltiness of the dough, although seeing the fullness of your cheeks and how well you ate; it was simply that, that made him love it — but he’d never tell you that, not while you also loved it, because if anything meant more than his rediscovered love for food, it was your love for the same exact things that would make him order all the hawaiians in the world.

as geto’s lips meet with yours (smelling like cherry tomato lip gloss, he stands corrected!), he thinks that lecture and temporary suspension from his old teacher was worth all the days spent with you — pineapples and (right) cherry tomatoes and all.

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cevansbrat0007 · 10 months

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Moments Shared

Summary: You and Ari share a moment during a lazy afternoon...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Fluff & Schmoop, Light Smut, Secrets, Discussions of Imaginary Friends, Brief Mention of Pyromania, Light Fingering, Ass Slapping, Mentions of Spanking, Mentions of Restraints, Love Songs, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread but not beta'd. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

“Bird?”

“Mm?” You look up from your place sprawled across Ari’s chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat having almost lulled you to sleep after yet another lazy bout of lovemaking.

The perfect activity for a quiet Sunday afternoon.

“Tell me something.” The easy rasp of his voice has you smiling before you even realize you’re doing it. “About you.” He absentmindedly runs his knuckles up and down your arms, marveling at the trail of goosebumps he leaves behind in his wake.

“Um, what do you wanna know?” You press a soft kiss against his pec, the soft hairs adorning his skin tickling your nose.

The bounty hunter takes a moment to think. “Anything.” He finally responds, as if he had weighed his options and decided he was better off not pressing his luck. So he’d settled on accepting whatever it was you deigned to share with him. And he’d be damned grateful for it. “Whatever you wanna tell me.”

“I guess I’m just not sure don’t what to say.” Of their own accord, he wraps one of your curls around a thick finger, tugging playfully.

“Okay then, how ‘bout I start?”

“...Alright.” You roll onto your side, propping your chin up with your hand. “Take away then, Levinson. Or do you need me to do a drum roll so – eep!” You let out a squeal when he swats at your hip.

“Mind the sass, woman.” Ari grunts, although the teasing quirk of his lips makes it known that he’s only joking.

“Such a Beast.” You stick out your tongue at him, earning yourself another swat from your man.

“And don’t you forget it.” He reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours, stroking the pad of his thumb across your palm. “Now, stop trying to make me lose focus while I think of a secret to share.”

“Oh...we’re telling secrets now, are we?” Well, that certainly upped the stakes a bit.

“Of course.” Ari presses a swift kiss to your clasped hands. “Nothing too heavy, baby. Just our deepest and darkest.” He winks then, chuckling when you try to pull away. “Hey–I was kidding. C’mere and settle down.”

“Fine.” You blow out a breath as you shift under the blankets. “Let’s hear it then. And you’d better wow me.” You affectionately boop his nose. “I won’t be held responsible for your self-esteem if you bore me to sleep.”

Your bounty hunter sighs before tucking an arm behind his head. He’s quiet for a moment as he mulls over his words. But you don’t make any move to antagonize him further. If he was in the mood to share then who were you to stop him?

“I…had a dog named Bacon growing up.” He muses before clearing his throat. “It, uh, kinda looked like a cross between a Bernese Mountain Dog and Beethoven.”

“The composer or St. Bernard?” You tease, lightly poking him the ribs.

“St. Bernard. Forgot the name ‘til just now.”

“Well, that must have been interesting. Never heard of that mix before.” You tell him truthfully, suddenly confused when you feel him tense beneath you.

“He was three hundred pounds with a white lightning bolt that streaked across his left hip.”

Now, that part of his admission gives you serious pause. You pull back, cocking your head to the side as you wait for him to continue.

“Sometimes he talked. Fella had the coolest British accent.” Ari stares up at the ceiling, his eyes glazing over as he watches the fan overhead go round and round. “Although he didn’t eat much considering his size.”

“Ari…” What in the ever loving canine capers was he talking about?

“It’s funny…” He chuckles, his big body vibrating with mirth. “Because his favorite foods were chocolate cake, brussel sprouts, and green peas. Now, I love the first one but can’t rightfully stand the other two. And I know they say about dogs and chocolate…”

“...Makes them sick.” You mumble, wondering where he was headed with this bizarre fever dream of a recollection.

“But Bacon loved it.” He continues, almost as if you hadn’t spoken. “He and I went on so many amazing adventures. Best imaginary dog a boy could ever have.”

“I’m sorry.” You wheeze as you let out the puff of air you’d been holding without realizing it. “What?”

“He wasn’t real, Bird. But he was the closest thing I ever got to an imaginary friend. Or a pet for that matter.” Ari flashes you a toothy grin. “Ma didn’t mind too much because it meant I stopped pestering her about adopting every stray mutt we saw wandering down the side of the road.”

“But you said…wait…” You felt like you were about to short circuit.

“Baby.” Your man’s face is serious as he leans over to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing the apple of your cheek. “Dogs don’t talk. I mean, not with words anyway. And definitely not with British accents. Be sure to make that note when you’re writing about this in your diary tonight.”

“Oh, screw you!” A laugh bursts from his chest when you push him away. The smug bastard clearly thought he was funny. “For your information, I thought you might’ve suffered some kind psychotic break. Asshole.” Balling up your fist, you land a solid blow to his kidney.

“I’m sorry, darlin’.” Ari coos once his laughter finally fades. “We moved around a lot when I was a kid. Me, my Ma, and my two sisters. Never stayed in one place for too long. Things tended to get pretty lonely at times, so I made up Bacon to cope.”

His voice dips as he moves closer so that he can rest his forehead against yours. “I haven’t spoken to anyone about my buddy, B, in damn near twenty years, save for you. Is that okay?”

And just like that you can practically feel your heart melting.

You swallow thickly as you break away, giving yourself time to respond. “It is. Thank you for sharing with me.” Ari gives you a cursory nod which also signals that it’s now your turn. Great.

“I…might’ve been a bit of a firebug growing up.” A shiver courses through you, which is odd considering the fact that you’re not the least bit cold. “Something about the way the flames danced and all that.”

“Is that right?” His tone lets you know that he’s intrigued.

“Yep.” The word flops out of your mouth. “God, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this. You might arrest me.” You cover your face with your hands before peeking at him from between your fingers. “Can I please have a minute to google the statute of limitations for the State of Texas?”

The lawman’s unexpected snort has you giggling. “From here on out, anything you share with me while I’ve got you naked in my bed will be considered off the record.”

“Okay, well – wait.” You cast him a suspicious glance, your face still partially obscured. “You promise?”

Grinning, Ari surprises you by holding up his hand and offering you his pinky finger. “I have a five-year-old niece who assures me these kinds of agreements are legally binding.”

“Alright.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you find yourself reaching out to wrap your corresponding digit around his. “But just to be safe, let me see you cross your heart.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gives a rueful shake of his head before complying. “But I draw the line at sticking a needle in my eye.”

“Duly noted.” Needing to stretch your languid muscles, you decide to take a second to arch your back, revealing bare breasts to Ari’s gaze. And while he doesn’t say anything, you can’t help but notice how his wandering fingers appear all too eager to pull it down even further until it’s draped across your hips.

“I’m still listening.” Ari assures you even as his pink tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Just didn’t want you to overheat.”

“How thoughtful of you.” You respond, rolling your eyes. Thankfully, he doesn’t appear to notice since he’s too busy tracing abstract designs along your pouting nipples. “Shall I continue?”

“Please do.” He rasps as his pupils dilate with desire.

“As I was saying, I used to be a bit of a firebug. And I…” You’re forced to bat his hands away so that you can attempt to concentrate on your story. “Well, one time a couple of us kids got our hands on some industrial grade firecrackers. The “good shit” as they say. This boy - Curtis – he bought ‘em from his cousin, Rudy. He claimed they fell off a truck on its way to Dallas.”

“Curtis. Rudy. Dallas. Got it.” A stubborn Ari goes back to toying with your breast. “Feel free to keep going.”

“I mean it, Ari. These weren’t just any ordinary firecrackers we’re talking about.” Your eyes go big as the memory overtakes you. “These were special. The name on the box read The Devil’s Anus.”

Ari whistles low, the unusually graphic name briefly jolting him out of his reverie. “Well, that certainly paints an image.”

“Uh huh. I can still see that box like it happened yesterday. And for all the trouble it caused, it definitely was a product of Satan. Anyway, me and some of the neighborhood kids thought it would be a good idea to sneak out in the middle of night to set ‘em off. So we rode our bikes to this field on the outskirts of town to put on a little show. Mind you, this was right after the Fourth of July.”

“Mmhm.” Now his fingers have moved to fiddle with the edge of the sheet. Knowing him, he was probably seconds from kicking it off the bed. He didn’t like keeping your naked body hidden for too long.

“Ari, would you quit it?” Again you try to fend him off, and again it does almost nothing. “Anyway, I always carried matches with me for moments like that. And so we start lettin’ ‘em fly one by one. And it was flippin’ awesome, you hear me? But they were also really, really loud too.”

“Suppose I’ll have to take your word for it, my little pyro.”

“Well, none of us had really accounted for the noise. And not only that, but those things shoot far. One went rogue and we ended up losing sight of it behind this abandoned barn across the clearing and…” A loaded sigh escapes your lips. “The next thing we knew, the whole thing went up in flames.”

“Holy shit.” Ari blinks, now fully invested in your tale one more. “What’d you do?”

“It all happened so fast. We turned tail and raced back to town. Peddled our bikes home as fast as we could, ducking in the bushes whenever the police or the fire department whizzed by. God, I was terrified. I mean, thankfully they were able to extinguish the fire before it did too much damage but…” You trail off, allowing your bounty hunter to fill in the blanks for himself.

“I’m, uh…I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that the perpetrators were never apprehended?” Ari quirks one tawny brow as he watches your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip.

“Correct. And I prayed every night for three months straight, hoping against hope that it would stay that way. God did his part and in exchange for His grace, I never touched another match ever again. To this day, I even get nervous lighting the occasional candle.”

Finished, you give into the temptation to bury your face in his chest while you wait for him to say something – anything – about your revelation. You’d never told a soul about what happened that night. You and your little crew had sworn to go to your graves with the knowledge you’d almost started what could’ve easily turned into a pretty devastating fire.

People went to jail for that shit.

“Say something already.” You eventually whine, hating the sound of silence the longer it lasts. “Please, Beast.”

“It’s just…” You feel a hand come to rest on your lower back. “After all this time, it’s just wild to know I’ve been sleeping with a fugitive from justice.”

Your head snaps up as you watch him snicker, your eyes narrowing into menacing slits. “You had better not breathe a word of this to anyone or I will end you.” You grip his face, squishing it between your fingers. “Just because we’re a couple hundred miles out from the ocean doesn’t mean you won’t find yourself at the bottom of it. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.” He confirms through pursed lips.

“Thank you.” Comes your demure reply, which has you sounding every inch the southern belle. And then you release him, all the while struggling not to react at the way he dramatically wiggles his jaw.

“Never been more turned on in my life.” Ari growls as he palms his growing erection through the thin sheet. “I’m not usually the type to get my rocks off at the threat of bodily harm but…I just might have to let you tie me up one of these days.”

Immediately your eyes light up at the prospect of your bounty hunter finally letting you be in charge. Your gaze flits towards the direction of his pants, wondering if he maybe had his cuffs stuffed in one of his back pockets.

You knew without a doubt that you could have a lot of fun with those shiny metal restraints he seemed to cherish so much.

“That was a maybe.” The man at your side is quick to amend. “So don’t you go getting any ideas just yet.” His imperious tone has you pouting before he’s even finished his sentence.

“Hmph.” You cross your arms over your chest, purposely pushing up your breasts. “Then I guess I’m done sharing.”

“Aww, c’mon now, Duchess. Don’t go cold on me.” Ari nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his freshly trimmed beard tickling the skin along your pulse point.

“Nope. I’m done and – ooh!” You cry out when he repositions himself so that he can pull one of your nipples into his mouth, his warm tongue expertly swirling over the pebbled tip. He sucks hard, moaning against your flesh.

“But I’ve still got lots more secrets to tell.” He purrs, his hand creeping between your bodies in search of something a little more…delicate. His favorite part of you that he claimed was always so soft and sweet.

“Well, I suppose that’s just t–too bad.” You croak out when his skilled fingers make contact with your slippery folds, causing your hips to arch. “I’m not interested.”

“Liar.” Ari teases, shifting his big body so that he can focus on your sensitive clit. “I’ve never let a woman tie me up before. So maybe give me a little time to warm up to the prospect of restraints. It might even help if you let me do the honors first, hm?”

“Then go get them.” You hiss, nipping at his jaw.

“When I’m good and damned ready.” He snarls back before slanting his mouth over yours, his tongue sweeping its way past your lips to duel with your own. “Fucking brat.” Ari takes his time exploring every inch, every corner. And when he feels your body go lax in submission, he knows he finally has you exactly where he wants you.

Or so he thinks anyway.

“So what if I am?” You cup his face with your hands, drawing him even closer so that he’s on top of you. Not wanting to be without him for even a second longer. “You like it.” You allow your teeth to graze over his plump bottom lip. Once. Twice. Sucking it into your mouth before releasing it with a slight pop.

“Maybe I do.” This time his growl rumbles deep in his chest. “But if I ever hear about you playing with firecrackers again, I promise to light your ass up somethin’ pretty.”

“You’re gonna have to catch me first.” Of its own accord, your hand comes down on Ari’s muscled butt with a resounding smack.

“Did you just…spank me?” He asks, surprise evident in his tone.

Oops.

“I did. And I’ll even let you in on a little secret while I’m at it.” You confirm without even a hint of remorse as you reach out to stroke the pads of your fingers along the veined edge of his impressive cock, loving the way he responds to your touch. “I’m probably gonna do it again.”

You offer him an impish grin, which he eagerly returns. “Try it and I’ll see to it that my handprint is permanently tattooed on that sexy ass of yours.”

“But what if I’m still a little tender from earlier?” You try, delighting in the way your gruff bounty hunter switches from faux indignation to genuine concern in less than a heartbeat.

“Are you?” His nostrils flare as he waits for your answer while his big hands skim their way down your body, checking you over. Looking for any sign that you might need more time before going another round.

“Not really.” You tell him as you guide him back down to your weeping pussy. “Maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do. See if you’d be okay with taking it easy if that’s what I needed from you.” Your gaze locks with his at that moment, your eyes searching his cerulean depths for any sign of irritation or annoyance – of which you find none.

“You wanna know a secret, my fierce little Bird?” Ari murmurs, his lips brushing along the shell of your ear. “Let me know when you’re ready.” You shudder when you feel his sharp teeth gently nibble your delicate lobe.

“I’m ready.” You respond, sounding more than a little breathless. But even so, your hands find their way to the globes of his ass once again, squeezing in warning.

“I can’t wait for the day when I finally see you wearing nothing but my cuffs. And then I’ll show you just how good it can feel to give yourself to me. But I can sense that we’re not quite there yet, you and I, so – hush and let me finish please.” He pins you with a knowing look when you open your mouth to interrupt. It falls shut without a word. And then Ari moves to straddle your waist before pinning your arms above your head.

“So we’re gonna give it a little more time. Time for me to prove to you that I’m the man you need every day of the goddamned week.” He leans down to capture your lips in a brief, but meaningful kiss. Leaving you stunned.

“But that’s not my secret. At least not really. The real secret is that ever since I laid eyes on you, I've spent almost every damn day whistling love songs like an idiot. Now, I’m gonna be honest. I hated it at first. Because in my experience, it’s kinda difficult to feel like you’re the biggest, baddest motherfucker walking around on two legs if you’re too busy humming "Just My Imagination" under your breath to remember to glare when it's appropriate.”

“I’m so sorry. But for what it’s worth…” You shimmy in his hold, loving the hungry look that swiftly flits across his handsome features. “Assuming that I’m allowed to speak now, that is.”

“Be my guest, brat.”

“For what it’s worth…I might have a whole playlist dedicated to your overbearing ass.” You feel your cheeks heat. But you’re not embarrassed by your admission. If Ari could be vulnerable, then perhaps you could too. “One that I may or may not listen to on my way to and from the shop every day.”

Ari swallows the lump in throat, his entire body momentarily overcome with emotion. You really have no idea how happy you just made him.

“You still thinking about flying away on me, Bird?” He asks, shifting his grip on your wrists so that grab a hold of your chin.

“Falling for you is more like it.” Your spoken secret comes out barely above a whisper. “But don’t let that go to your head or anything.”

Because you still weren’t quite sure if you were prepared to survive the landing. Only time would tell.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” He smiles down at you, his eyes brimming with affection. “But…if you ever feel yourself falling too fast…can you at least promise to let me catch you?”

A beat goes by before you hold up your pinky finger, which he readily locks with his own. It makes your heart melt all over again.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Beast.”

Famous last words. If only you’d known what Fate had in store for you, then perhaps you would’ve made a promise that was easier to keep. Because you’d never been the type to gamble on anything or anyone. Not men. Not love. Because you’d already learned the hard way that that kind of shit was never a sure thing. But heartbreak…

Now that one always seemed to be waiting for you just around the corner no matter where you looked. And deep down, you were convinced that it was only a matter of time before it found you again.

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hxltic · 10 months

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i had no idea this was sent in so this could be super late but hi ofc!! Also tysm i love you <33 also i’m sorry i didn’t know how rough you wanted it👩🏾‍🦯👩🏾‍🦯

𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑨 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑹Ō

part one | part two

Genre: smut

Warning: heavy degradation, handjob, blowjob, facefuck, public bathroom sex, spit kink, brother’s best friend

He’s one of your brother’s dumb friends (the actual dumbest—in your opinion), and no matter how much you locked yourself in your room to be excluded from whatever activities prolonged out there, the inevitable feeling of hunger is sadly inescapable.

Following a creak from your door, right before another from the stairs, you cascaded down into the living room. Openly, the kitchen stood nice and bright, accompanied by snacks aligned on the island that held several filled lanyards with attached keys.

Arriving down the stairs in your red pajama set was the same thing as yelling and notifying everyone you were there. Heads turned. You didn’t take the time to count, frankly because it felt like crawling into the lion’s den and now needing an escape. You should’ve known there were people coming by the way everything was taken out of the pantry and neatly placed anyway. Your hair was frazzled from rolling around trying to get comfortable; your reddened face was visual proof of the relentless makeup you scrubbed off; the several necklaces you wore and forgot to remove were now entangled in each other—it would be just your luck for a bunch of boys to be over. Not ones you were trying to impress, persay, but the last ones that needed to see you in your tired hobo fit.

“Whatever you’re about to say—don’t. don’t be a dickhead,” you call out. You were getting this snack and going back upstairs, negating anything that could be said to you from here and then with your course voice.

“You think so horribly of me, what’d I do?”

Suna’s sly tone carried across the room to bring you to a stop. It was obvious was him; when was it ever not him? The only other people were Kita and the twins, but they were preoccupied.

“Exist, essentially,” you rebut, and after selecting a bag of skittles and a cosmic brownie, you reach over and grab the keys farthest to the left before your leave; staring him dead in the low, mustard, dumb eyes.

The keys were his. You recall because a few years back, you plucked off a single tag or attachment every time he came over. It took a bit for him to notice how weightless it had become and demand for all of them back, so you made him beg after assigning him as your personal chef for the day.

Which you weren’t a horrible person, so you kept them tucked away in a box on your dresser.

He examined the action to be reminded of this, but let you go nonetheless. He’d be damned if he let you see his smugness falter.

“Your hair looks great,” he taunted, with his long arms spread across the couch lazily. Your brother giggled from afar. To the back of your head, slim eyes scanned you in a judgmental manner—the same one you usually glanced at him with. The steps you took became bouncy and joyous.

Then you remembered how your hair actually looked, so you trudged up the stairs and grumbled, “jump off a cliff.”

You hadn’t completely decided what you’d do with the keys, but you’d most likely hold them hostage in your room somewhere. The plan was just to be a minor inconvenience.

And this was effective for the moment being—rattling Suna with the flashbacks—but sleep weighed your eyelids and, obviously, the door was locked.

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3:48 A.M.

A continuous knock drives you out of your slumber. Grumbling, your sleeping feet swing over the side of the bed and you rip the comforter from your body. The pitter-patter of steps notify the dark-haired man of his disturbances, guiding one side of his lip to lift and his toned arms to cross as he patiently awaits you.

Your tongue swipes at your dehydrated lips and your fingers correct your messy braided hair before opening the door. Suna languidly leans on the parallel hallway wall, sending you a look that it is too damn early in the morning to acknowledge. With the little strength in your freshly awaken arm, you throw the door closed to turn your back and close your eyes for the journey back to bed.

Suna’s sneaker sat where the door should’ve connected to the wall. He already knew the best of your unkind tendencies. The corner of the door swept into his large hand following its ricochet and he pulled you by the forearm, twisting your body to him. Your face slammed into his chest due to your lack of stabilization. You got a whiff of his faint cologne.

He didn’t even apologize. Fuckface.

“Jesus. No need to be so rough,” you croaked.

“It can get a lot worse than that,” a genuine smiley grin spread onto his features as he tilted his head and inspected down the hall for anyone that could hear him. Of course you hadn’t caught this in your state, not even processing the implied indecencies. “Maybe you shouldn’t close the door on me.”

He pressed the pad of his finger to your forehead and presses you back off him.

“Why are you here? Like for real.” Nothing was funny and you need to go to sleep. You have work in the morning. If you were awake enough, you would’ve taken the forehead poke as disrespect.

He treads the hand not on the door through his dark hair (which somehow returned to the exact same position it held before) and shrugged, “I can’t get home.”

“So?”

“You have my keys.”

Oh shit. You did bring this upon yourself though.

You sigh and rub the side of your face drowsily, “I’ll get them in the morning. I literally don’t even remember where I put them to be honest.”

As bad as he wants to be irritated, he can’t. The silhouette of your figure in front of him was something else. This was the day that he learned you don’t wear bottoms to sleep, but wear them just to keep some dignity whenever you show your face downstairs. In other words, you only put them on to eventually come back into your natural habitat and kick them off.

Your half naked body stood swaying in the doorway, reflecting into Suna’s yellowish eyes. Had he forgotten to respond? His gaze flickers before focusing strictly on yours. “Let me come look.”

“No, I’ll get them in the morning.”

“I’m coming in.”

Not very carefully, he shuffles past you, then your bed, unaffected by your futile efforts to groan and push him away. He had a sleeper build, unfortunately. As he rummaged through your drawers, he comments, “This would be a lot easier on the both of us if you just told me where they were.”

“Never. Get out! I just cleaned up!” You whisper yell into the morning. It seemed to be a sight you could only watch with the weight difference, but you had to try. Your fingertips connect around his small waist so you could push backwards off your heels. Whatever you could muster has done nothing but prove your weakness to him; he continued side-stepping drawer to drawer and smirking at your actions. That stupid expression only made your blood boil. You retreat.

Inevitably, he found your underwear drawer. Nobody wishes for that on themselves, although the way he held aside one of your thongs on a single finger as if it were a hanger, just to re-fold it before neatly placing it back where it once was; even the darkness couldn’t hide your tightening chest and darting eyes trailing everywhere but him.

The crickets were wide awake, and now so were you.

Your spread fingers modify into fists, you plant your feet. You come back full force to grab him. His head dips back in pure laughter while he attempts to be mindful of the time of night, even when his fair hands creep to yours and slowly pry you away from how you were linked around his stomach. Finger after finger.

The carpet floor, however, was not on your side, and your heels suddenly slide under you, between his feet. It also didn’t help that with Suna’s build there wasn’t much to grab onto: his torso is smooth, slim, but hard. Anytime you reached for grip, you just felt the curve of his muscles under the dark blue cotton t-shirt.

The last finger came undone, and you hadn’t realized why he’d swiftly attached himself to your wrists until you immediately saw yourself tumbling backwards, landing with a hard thump loud enough to wake up everybody in the house. The tightness of his grip confuzzled you.

It was one of protection and instinct rather than anything else. He didn’t seem concerned (as foretold by the small hints of laughter emitting from somewhere upwards), so you wondered why he still held your wrists with his arms backwards and you flat on your ass. He gathers himself, lets go, and turns to face you.

Trying to soothe the pounding muscles, you roll on your right and rub the area cautiously. It was most likely redder than your cheeks.

“You know, to be holding me so tight, you didn’t really lessen the fall,” you scowl.

“No, but you also didn’t crack your head open,” he retorts. You just glance at him and that villainous expression once more, one that was plastered on his tilting head in fake pity. You grunt and roll your eyes.

After declining help from your literal downfall, you push off your right hand to get up. Your nose meets a structure. Wood.

It was the wooden footing of your bed, so close that had your head tilted back any further with the force of the fall—it would be a concussion, no doubt.

You pause and return your focus to him. He smirks down at you.

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The next dull morning, you groan obnoxiously as you walk in so the shirtless man currently in your kitchen would take the hint and leave. His keys landed with a mix of a thump and a clink on the soft couch from your toss. He curls the island corner holding a bowl of cereal, sweats hanging loose on his hips; however, he just leans and eats, watching your moves silently.

Your uniform was definitely one to strike a customer: leather shorts and short sleeve top perfect for showing off cleavage. You slipped a jacket on and headed out the door. Before you left, it was necessary to shout “When I get back, you better be gone!”

He just rolled his eyes. You weren’t there to watch it, but you knew.

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“Of course, I’ll get that right out for you,” you shoot the fakest smile to the middle-aged man leaning probably too close just to be giving an order. Your sneakers spin on the hardwood floors of the food bar and your hand slips the ticket order into the side pocket of your waitress pouch. Audiences of whatever sport on the tvs and bellowing men ring through your ears until you get called by a coworker of yours. The day had been long, and quite frankly, you were just tired and couldn’t give a damn what she had to say.

“Hey, can you take over that table for me?” Dammit.

She curves her soft hands over one of yours she harshly tugged from your side. With pleading eyes so heavy it looked as if she would cry, she continues, “But I also would like you to give this to one of them. The one with the dark hair.”

She retrieves a small, crumpled paper from her unbuckled pouch lying folded on the waitress stand. You peek at it as she forces it into your hand. You glance at her again.

“A lot of people have dark hair, which is it?”

Her head shakes frantically in reassurance, “You’ll just know. Table 17, corner booth. Just please slip it in the check or something like that.”

An unintentional sigh hinting at your annoyance hangs in the air, but it isn’t like you can stop her from leaving, whether you were just about to clock out or not. Apology is displayed on her face nonetheless, so you grant a soft smile and make your way there after her continuous stream of thank you’s.

You wish you hadn’t.

You walk up to the booth occupied by faces that couldn’t get any more familiar, one being the someone you couldn’t stand, the other that was even more intolerable, and Aran. You liked Aran. He was cool.

Suna has nothing but innocent deceit on his face. After looking around for any employees, or rather managers, you drop next to him on the left side.

“What are you doing here!?” You mainly scolded him, but you looked around at the other two as well. Once again, not really Aran; he was never informed of your workplace and it was most likely your brother’s idea.

“We just came to eat. Yknow, like regular customers.” Your head snapped to your own blood, feeding into the torment of what you were experiencing right now. Was this what bullying felt like?

“Now you can eat with us though, it’s the end of your shift anyway.” Suna adds. That wasn’t the case due to circumstances. As long as you have this uniform on and as long as they were a table in the restaurant with no waitress, you weren’t off duty.

“That’s not how that works.”

“Sit here for a bit. Customer’s request.” The ravenette mouths. You doubt that would work either because interaction with customers were limited. Honestly, with how you were dressed, you loved the rule. Suna’s back lifts when his arms reach out around you, creating as much space as possible to remove his jacket. The man lays it out over your lap, covering the pouch and any signification you were on duty with the exception of the shirt, but you leave and walk in with it on so it didn’t matter.

All things aside, you give in, everything goes well. Catching up with Aran was a joy. Ascertaining that Suna took a shower in your home, just to put on another pair of sweats your brother leant him and the same t-shirt he’d just washed overnight, he did not listen to you and did not leave. You wonder if he ran through your room again just for fun.

You ignored the other two most of the time. Having to see your brother every day; there was no reason to converse with him, but the other took this personally. Extremely personal.

He kept doing things to get your attention. When the person taking your shift came as waiter, he ordered for you just as the words began to spill from your mouth. Only having four people in a wall booth, he had more than enough room to manspread—so he left you nothing but a sliver of space. You tried to scoot him over manually, but of course, it didn’t work. You place both hands on his thigh in an attempt once more.

Having not learned your lesson previously, you’re going to try again. Your fingernails dig into his skin so it would hurt (but he didn’t flinch); you push with all your might and he continued casual conversation. Shoving again, you watch as his eyes flicker in shock, frantically glance to you, and revert as if nothing happened, even though a stern hand held the top of your left still. He fake laughs it off to the rest of the table. So fake, you hadn’t realized it was.

A large, pale hand squeezes yours in its spot, prohibiting movement. Was he ticklish? You force your hand back and forth against his thigh, your hands being unable to lift but having no choice but to move with his flesh, and he squeezes even harder. This hand was closest to his torso, located on the inside of the very top thigh area. So high it was basically his hip.

You hadn’t realized your nails curled right into his groin. Unaware of what was actually happening, you continued for the sole reason it was bothering him in some type of way, resulting in warning looks being shot to you with his tired eyes. Ones you ignored. It hurt because of the coffin shape, Suna had to admit, but it didn’t deflect the blood rushing there.

Finally, his leg closed, but he took a tight hold of your guilty hand and pulled you roughly. He mumbles sternly with his mouth to your ear, “Sit still, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

You just laughed in his face and put both hands to your chin, elbows stationed on the rectangular table. You’d do it again when he wasn’t looking.

He’d caught you less than halfway there the second time, but third is the charm. His guard was let down.

The air was thin and light with loose conversation. Aran’s sister was fine and your brother was thinking of applying for another scholarship. When everything seemed to have died down, french tips clanked against the counter impatiently and your left hand dove under the table once more.

In your peripheral the male visibly stuttered, hips lifting for adjustment and eyes darting to you nervously. This time they hadn’t left and it took everything in you not to acknowledge the mustard gaze. To make it worse, the squeeze of your hand allowed an audible grunt to fall from his lips. His eyes fell as well so your friends noticed, questioned it, but the false voice you’ve fabricated over years of customer service was just too believable.

You squeeze again, the muscle unknowingly growing under your hand. He became fidgety and his breath slightly irregular. Turning your head to glance at him, he locates your eyes immediately—the eyes usually low and apathetic—were yelling to stop. A mischievous giggle worsens the situation, causing his eyes to slim down angrily. He’d prove to you why.

He takes a hold of your wrist and stretches your fingers using his own, sliding them between. He adjusts in his seat again before flattening your hand around his print, using his other hand to cover his mouth casually as he leaned forward on the table. His digits wrap around yours, causing you to wrap around him.

He gave you a preview. With no underwear to hide any inch of it under the fabric, you (he) basically caressed from the base all the way to the tip, the outline becoming more prominent and his body shifting under your touch. You look at him in disbelief at: what he did, what you unconsciously did, or in all his, what—a solid 8 inches at least? If you had to guess?

The idea was to scare you off, but it did quite the opposite. Whenever your hand was released, much to his surprise, it just returned with the same motion tenfold. Luckily, nobody else could hear the sudden deep groan over the laughing people, and the way his back landed with a puff on the soft booth seat only looked somewhat out of the norm. His face was flooding cherry red no matter how bad he didn’t want it to. Both his hands came up to run over his eyes, forehead, and cheeks. Now he braces himself on the seat, gazing down at the sight of your pretty fingers and nails dragging up and down the entirety of him through his pants. The friction was indescribable.

He held watch as you dipped past them.

You knew you’d do anything to get under his skin, but not like this. Of course people found Suna attractive, light athletic build with killer thighs and small eyes, only to be complimented by his dark brown locks and good style (when he cared). So when Nali passed the note to you to give to someone, you could assume it was her number. It’s somewhere lost on the table now. Primarily because if something did happen, coming downstairs to more than two people you can’t stand would send you over the edge and he doesn’t need anyone boosting his ego more than it already is.

But now as you’re stroking him slowly, only the movement of cloth from your hand’s action could describe what was going on. Apart from the man’s darkening gaze too. He was beaming fire into your neck, just as you were chatting away.

“Are you okay?” Your brother is worried for his friend who was flashing a sickly face hinted with anger. The plump of your lip met white teeth, a reddened spot building up as you tried your best to prevent any unwanted facial expression or laughter. Aran became intrigued as well.

Sunarin comes forward to statue both elbows on the table, but without saying a word. Consequently, the question hung low in the air, creating palpable tension at the silence and his direct, unmoving eyes. You ignore it.

Instead, you ring two fingers and ride over the heightened band right where the tip begins. You tighten your hand. Your fingers close around it and meet at the peak, collecting pre-cum and the last of Suna’s patience. The job is done and your hand retreats.

“Yeah.” Breathlessly but barely noticeable, he continues, “Your sister’s just a pain in the ass.”

You dramatically gasp and keep the façade going, just to eventually let him out as per his request for the bathroom. The two boys laugh over their food as Aran receives almost every bad deed you’ve done to his former teammate, just giving him an idea on how you two operate, though you announce your leave to completely end shift and take the pouch off. Once you reach the back and remove any resemblance of your relationship to the restaurant, you reach the one person bathroom. It was a fairly good size.

“Hello? Sunarin?”

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spideyhexx · 3 months

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fem!reader saccharine

Billy knows your whole thing is being one big tease to him, to other too, but mostly him, and he is close to losing it.

He already had a rough morning after getting barely any sleep. Why, he wasn't sure, but the heaviness in his head was weighing down on his day from the very start. He forgot to pay the innkeeper, borrowing money from Jesse to pay off his room, but now he owed Jesse money. Billy planned on going to the saloon later that day to play poker, but he was dreading it. He knew his tiredness would make it harder for him to play and play well at that. Most of the gang left him alone, seeing the permanent furrow in his brow and the way his shirt wasn't even buttoned right, it was clear it was an off day for him.

But then there was you. You knew he was having a bad day, but you couldn't help it. You always teased him and he always bit back. Not as hard as you would hope, but the game was always a thing. You follow him around that day, having nothing of importance to do for yourself.

He thought it akin to a puppy following you around and every time he turned and saw your smiling face, he'd roll his eyes, his jaw clenching so tight, you were sure he was gonna break his teeth any minute.

"Bonney, do you think I'd look better with your hat?" You run up to catch up to him as he walks.

"No," he replies, his eyes looking anywhere but you.

"Really? Cause I was thinkin'-"

"Can you stop followin' me?" Billy interrupts, his gaze still ahead, so he misses your eye-roll.

"Listen, I have nothin' else to do so I-"

"Well, 'm goin' to take a piss, so I don't think you should follow me," he says, his tone sharp and he looks at you, giving you the quickest, fakest smile he could have. It only brightened your grin.

"Oh, c'mon, I'll just look the other way, I've been around you guys far too long to get weird about that," you tell him, and he seems to know it's the truth, he can’t fight it. He shakes his head. "Leave," and he points back to where his and your horses were.

You're not that easy. Billy knows it too, but he prays to God that you'll see how annoyed he is in this moment and how he wants his time alone. You poke his arm, then jab your elbow at him, "I think I'll stay with you, Bonney."

"I need-"

"I can keep quiet if that's what you really want, but I think it's best if I stick around, what if-"

"Will you just shut up?!" His voice raises, stilling his walking to turn fully towards you. Your eyes are widened a little, but you don't answer his question.

"There's no way in hell you can keep quiet, 'cause all you do is talk. You bother me so much like...," he trails off, then lets out a harsh chuckle, swallowing his words before he spits them out at you, "you're...you're like a pest. I don't get it one bit how anyone likes you. ‘M…’m done with it, I can’t I…you really are a fuckin’ pest.”

His words sink into you. It stings, though you know he's got merit to his words. That you shouldn't have bothered him as much as you were today, that you should have just left when he told you to, but you thought it as much a game as playing poker would be. But Billy is fuming. You can see the anger in his eyes, the way his words rolled harsh on his tongue, the only time you've heard him speak like that was to people the gang was rivaling.

It's hard to stop the tears from welling in your eyes. Your chest burns and you feel the familiar ache in your heart. You try to stop it, but you've never been very good at that. "Pest...okay. 'M sorry, Billy," you say, your voice breaking on his name as your tears start to stream, falling to your cheeks as you sniffle. Once it’s starts, you know you really can’t stop it. You turn your heel and walk away from him. Part of you didn't want him to see that side of you, but it was also too late. Billy's heart drops at the sight. His words echo in his own head, realizing how bad they sound. "Shit, wait," he says, but you keep walking.

Billy's shoulder slump. He's never seen you cry, let alone speak so quietly. He was beginning to think nothing ever upset you until now. He knows he lashed out, but he hopes you at the very least understand why he did. However, to him, he knows he shouldn't have said that. You're a piece of glue for the gang, even he could admit that. Your pure nature was friendly, he knows why people like you so much, but he still said what he said. He thinks about going after you, but he can't. His feet are stuck to the ground as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"Shit," he mumbles to himself, rubbing his hand over his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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the other woman; mingyu x fem!reader

request: Hey do you write seventeen angst? Idk if you are still doing requests but I was hoping you can write a dramatic angst using either Joshua, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Mingyu, or Minghao, Vernon but two of them as leads. Idk why I’m a sucker for cliche stuff like cheating or betraying kind of stuff and a touch of sadness.

synopsis: you're married to wonwoo, but his parents desperately wants him to have a child - which you cannot have. he gives into his parents wishes and meets the other woman, whom he eventually agrees to marry as well. you're left heartbroken for a few years, seeing the man you love build a family that you had always wanted, but happiness is on the horizon as you meet someone new.

a/n: i just wanted to get this finished, so i'm sorry if it feels a bit rushed. i completely forgot the story line i had wanted in the beginning, and it's just been sitting in my drafts for the longest time...

cw: slight bit of angst

genre: fluff, found family

word count: 5.9k

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by the time you got home that night, you had partially forgotten about wonwoo. mingyu made sure to get you happy and smiling brightly again, even if it was just for a short cab ride. as you left the car, you felt like the sun was perched on your shoulders - warmth spreading through your body, and light emitting from your smile.

"goodnight, sweetheart.", mingyu said from inside the cab. you were leaning against the open door.

he had tried to get outside the car to say goodbye, but you assured him that it wasn't necessary. as you handed him his jacket, he put his hand on yours and gently tugged at you to lean further down.

"would it be very inappropriate of me to kiss you right now?", he asked quietly, "because i would really like to, but only if you feel-"

you broke the distance, and before he could say another word kissed him quickly. when you leaned back up mingyu's eyes were still closed.

"thank you for tonight.", you said, "i really needed a night out."

"anything for you.", he said without thinking, only realizing the meaning of the words after he spoke them.

he cleared his throat and turned away from you to hide his flustered face. the cab driver asked if he was going to have to wait there all night, in a half-joking manner, and mingyu quickly apologized.

"goodnight, mingyu.", you said with a small, teasing grin.

"i'll see you soon.", he answered.

the next time you saw mingyu it was unexpected. you had decided to go to the park, to enjoy the spring warmth and an excellent book. it was sunday, which meant that you didn't have any work, and you could do whatever you liked with your time. the thought of asking mingyu if he wanted to meet up certainly popped into your brain, but you presumed that he was busy. the occurrence of the end of your date was also weighing heavy on your shoulders. the odd chance that you'd meet your ex while on a date seemed ridiculously small to you. even if the date had ended rather well, you still felt embarrassed.

as to not dwell on the awkward interaction, you decided to not think about it while on your walk. the park was big, another plus of living in a well-off neighborhood, and it had many benches where you could spend your leisure time. the weather was just right, not too cold and not too hot. there were some concerningly dark clouds in the sky, but they were too far away for you to care about them.

you found a spot by a small duck pond, with a bench looking over the water. after sitting down, you pulled out your book and started reading. it felt nice to get out of your apartment. if you hadn't, you would've been sitting on the couch watching yet another show by now. the thought was definitely tantalizing, but being here was better for your overall health. besides, if you hadn't ended up sitting down at that bench, you wouldn't have met up with mingyu.

"miss y/l/n!", you heard a familiar voice shout.

you looked up from your pages, putting your index finger where you left off before closing the book. by the duck pond, now happily running towards you was ari, followed closely by ji-u. a smile spread across your lips as you watched the two girls approach you. you put the book back in your bag to greet them.

"what are you guys doing here?", you asked as they reached your place by the bench, "are you visiting the ducks with your grandparents?"

you didn't know why you assumed that they were with their grandparents and not mingyu. maybe because of the fact that he always seemed very busy. the girls didn't have time to answer before you looked up and saw the man himself standing in front of you. it felt weird to see him in just jeans and a t-shirt, and a normal jacket for once. paired with his messy hair, he just looked like a normal dad.

"they're here with me.", he smiled, making your heart flutter.

"he was going to feed the ducks with us, but the ducks swam away.", ji-u explained.

"yeah...", ari disappointedly looked up at her dad, "he totally scared them away."

"i was trying to get closer to them!", he exclaimed with an embarrassed grin.

you let out a soft laugh at the trio. their antics were endless, but you enjoyed watching the show they put on. a small ache took its place in your chest. watching them made you remember the family that you had always wanted, but were cursed with never being able to have.

"dad's also helping us practice for the play", ji-u added, "because he said he can't come on friday, so he wanted to watch us do it now."

"you can't be there?", you furrowed your brows as you looked up at mingyu.

"there's a meeting i have to be at, and it ends right as the play is supposed to start.", he sighed, "i told them i would try to make it but, you know..."

"well, i heard that they record the plays so... maybe i can get you a copy of that.", you said, "but i do hope that you at least try to get there, even if you only see the last parts."

"of course...", he nodded and the conversation faded into silence, "... i texted you this morning."

"you did?", you took your phone out of your bag, "sorry, i have my phone on silent."

it was a short message. a simple question, if you would like to meet up in the park. you smiled when you saw it. when you looked back up at him, he was looking away. a slight blush was spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. cute.

"dad said you couldn't come with us to see the ducks, did you change your mind?", ji-u asked.

her question made mingyu's face grow even redder, and your smile grow fonder. you looked down at ji-u, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

"yes, i did.", you said and stood up.

"oh, but if you're busy-", mingyu started, but you quickly cut him off.

"i'm not busy", you told him.

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you spent the day with mingyu and his daughters; feeding the ducks, eating lunch, going to the playground, and simply enjoying each other's company. towards the middle of the afternoon, those clouds that you hadn't bothered being worried about were a lot closer than before. mingyu helped the girls zip up their coats before he turned to you. you were just wearing a blouse and a skirt since you weren't expecting to stay at the park for so long.

"are you cold?", mingyu asked, taking off his jacket before you could even answer.

"i'm fine, really.", you protested.

it was too late, mingyu's jacket engulfed your shoulders as he draped it around you. he fixed the collar of the jacket to hang securely, also letting his hands stay near you. you looked up at his face, he was staring right at you with a warm look in his eye. he was so close to you, you almost forgot the rest of the world around you.

"i wouldn't want you to catch a cold", he said quietly, "you take care of my kids after all."

"is that the only reason?", you asked, faking being offended.

"of course not.", he said with a small smile as he gently pushed some hair out of your face.

he opened his mouth to add something, but before he could it started raining. small droplets landing on your nose, you looked up at the about-to-be-downpour and took a step away from him.

"we should go home.", mingyu said, turning to his girls, "what do you say, girls?"

"will miss y/l/n come with us?", they asked.

"no girls, i have to go home", you crouched down to their eye level, "but i will see you tomorrow, okay?"

they both nodded, and unexpectedly swung their small arms around your neck - it almost made you stumble backward. you hugged them back and glanced up at mingyu.

"i will see you tomorrow too then?", he asked as you stood up.

"of course", you smiled, "i have to return this jacket, so."

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the very next day you were in your usual classroom, waiting for mingyu to pick up his daughters. they were the last ones there, as they always were, but this time it was getting very late. you were stealing worried glances at the clock every other minute. what if something had happened to him on the way here?

"did your dad say that he would be later than usual today?", you asked the girls carefully.

"no", ari said, "but he looked tired, so maybe he fell asleep."

before you could question her any further, mingyu barged in through the door. if you thought seeing him in jeans and a t-shirt was weird, it was even stranger to see him in sweat pants. like ari said, he looked very tired - even sick.

"i'm so sorry.", he took a deep breath, "i swear i didn't mean to be late, i fell asleep in my study and-"

he paused to sneeze. oh, he was definitely sick.

"mingyu, are you alright?", you walked up to him and pressed your palm against his forehead, "you're burning up."

"yeah, i have a small fever...", he leaned against your cool hand, "that feels very nice."

the girls giggled behind you, reminding you that they were still there and that you should try to not make a scene to worry them.

"why didn't you let your parents pick them up?", you spoke in a low voice, "you didn't go to work like this, did you?"

"i did... they sent me home, so i worked in my study.", he explained with a goofy grin, "it's a lot nicer to work from home, i don't have to dress up... but i didn't want to miss seeing you, so i didn't bother asking my parents."

"you are so incredibly irresponsible.", you said and made his grin fade, "you should be resting... did you drive here?"

"yeah, of course.", he said, almost complaining when you took away your hand from his forehead.

"let me drive you home.", you sighed, "is that okay with you?"

mingyu handed you his keys, which you quickly accepted. this was definitely against some sort of work code, but you didn't care. these girls needed to get home safe, and mingyu needed to rest as much as he could.

"let's go girls, i'm taking you home.

after getting the girls into their respective seats and buckling their seat belts, you got into the driver's seat. mingyu was sitting beside you, leaning his head against the headrest. he looked like hell, but somehow still managed to be cute. you still had his jacket from the day before and draped it over his chest like a blanket.

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you drove them to their home, following the GPS' orders carefully. mingyu fell asleep during the drive, and the girls sat in the backseat whispering and giggling. when you got to the destination you had to wake him up.

"it's this house right there, just park the car right in front of the garage... I'll fix it later.", he mumbled.

the house was big, built with modern architecture. big glass windows, long black, and white walls, and a flat roof. before getting lost in the beauty of the outside of his home, you helped the girls get out of the car.

"let me unlock the door.", mingyu yawned and got out of the car.

the inside of the home was well decorated and had dark wooden floors. there was a big living room area, which was connected to a patio. you could see back into the garden through the big glass sliding doors, quickly noticing a pool back there. the kitchen was also in the downstairs area. the cabinets were black, and the floor was lined with classic black and white tiles. everything looked neatly put together, especially compared to your apartment.

"you should go to bed...", you told mingyu.

"will you come with me?", he asked with a slight flirtatious tone.

"you're really getting on my nerves today.", you sighed, but couldn't help the warmth creeping up on your face.

you took a quick look around again, noticing that the girls had already sat down on the couch.

"are they allowed to watch TV now?", you asked mingyu and he nodded, "girls, do you want to watch something?"

"yes please!", they both said in unison.

you turned on the TV and switched it to a kids' channel before getting back to the very sick mingyu.

"now let's get you to bed.", you sighed and grabbed his arm, "where's your bedroom?"

"up the stairs."

after getting him into bed you pulled the covers over him and sat on the edge of the bed. mingyu put his hand on your thigh, and you put your hand on top of his.

"did you get sick while walking in the rain yesterday?", you asked.

"most likely.", he answered.

"i'm sorry...", you sighed and took his hand in both of yours, bringing it closer to you.

"it's not your fault, sweetheart.", he said, "... thank you for bringing me home. i really appreciate it."

"do you need me to do anything else? i can make dinner for the girls.", you said.

"that'd be very nice.", he nodded and closed his eyes, "i'll help you, i just need to close my eyes for a bit."

"no, you will not help me.", you sighed and put down his hand over the covers, "you are going to rest up. i'll stop by with some food for you before i leave."

"thank you.", mingyu had accepted defeat, "the twins go to bed by 8 o'clock sharp."

"and their room is..?"

"down the hall to the right. it's right in front of my study and right next to the bathroom.", he sighed and got comfortable under the covers.

"i'll take care of it, don't worry.", you smiled, "rest well, alright?"

mingyu let out a grunt for an answer as you left the room. the upstairs area wasn't as big as the downstairs area, but it was still around the same size as your entire apartment. you looked around in awe, never having imagined that this was what mingyu's home would look like. despite having two kids, he kept everything clean - you thought until you saw the kids' room. toys were scattered here and there, but there was still enough space to walk around in the big room. the girls slept in separate beds in separate corners of the room. there was a big window right in between the beds, allowing light to flow inside. it was a pretty room, although it was a bit messy. the mess wasn't a big problem, just some stuff on the floor - it was easy enough for you to put away. once that was done, you explored further. you found the upstairs bathroom, where you noticed a toothbrush stand with three toothbrushes standing next to each other and one empty slot. after the bathroom, you found mingyu's study, which you only took a quick glance at. this room was even messier than the girls', and you assumed it was because he left in a hurry earlier. there were tissues piling up in the trash, and papers all over the dark wooden desk. the blinds were closed, leaving the room feeling closed off. you quickly left that room, not wanting to intrude more than you already had. on your way to the staircase, you passed a room, right in front of mingyu's bedroom, that you had somehow missed. it wasn't the time for snooping anymore, you thought and decided against going in there.

when you got down the stairs you found the girls still watching TV. their attention went away from the screen as you came in to check on them.

"are you feeling hungry?", you asked and they both nodded, "do you want to help me make some food?"

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after making dinner, and tucking ji-u and ari into bed, you got a plate of the leftovers and brought it up to mingyu's room. the room was still dark, and he was still lying in bed in the same position you had left him in. maybe he had shifted around a bit because his hair was a bit messier than before. you sat down beside him and put your hand on his arm.

"i have some food for you", you said softly, "and some water."

mingyu opened his eyes ever so slightly, shifting in the bed to bring his hands up to his face to rub the sleep out of his eyes. when he was done he sat up, leaning his back against the headboard.

"you're too nice to me.", he muttered.

"you would've done the same for me", you shrugged, "here, drink up."

you handed him the water and put the plate of food on his bedside table while he drank. a nervous feeling started spreading in your chest, suddenly realizing the position you were in. to combat these unfamiliar emotions, you got up and started closing the blinds.

"i put the girls to bed", you spoke as you worked on closing the blinds, "they weren't very happy to go to sleep when you hadn't kissed them goodnight yet."

"they get antsy if we don't follow the routine.", he chuckled, "could you hand me the plate."

you sat back down beside him, head buzzing with nervousness, and took the plate. without thinking you took the fork to feed him like you used to do with the stubborn kids at the kindergarten you worked at before. only when mingyu had taken a bite, looking a little bit shocked, is when you realized what you were doing.

"i'm so sorry", you quickly tried to hand him the plate, "it's an old habit, i wasn't patronizing you, i swear-"

mingyu only laughed, pushing away your attempt at giving him the plate. he couldn't get a word out, still trying to chew through the fit of giggles. his hand was over his mouth as he looked away from you, if he were to look in your lost puppy dog eyes he would definitely start laughing again.

"it's alright.", he said after calming down, "i don't mind being pampered... especially not by you."

your eyebrows shot up over your forehead. mingyu motioned for you to come a bit closer, and you shuffled a few inches closer to him. he looked expectantly at the plate, and then back at you. with a slightly shaky hand, you brought another spoon of food to his mouth, which he gladly accepted. seeing him genuinely happy over this made you a bit more comfortable. you shuffled even closer to him, sitting down in a better position to feed him. it felt strange, and you couldn't help but laugh a little at his happy expressions.

"you cook well.", he said quietly as you took the last of what was on the plate on the spoon.

"it was just something i threw together, really", you said, "it's nothing special."

"thank you, anyway.", he said before taking the last bite.

you put the plate on the bedside table again, but before you could leave mingyu grabbed your arm. he looked up at you through his eyelashes, and you could've melted at the sight. he gently pulled you back towards him, making you sit down beside him again.

"i'm really sorry that i caused you so much trouble today.", he said softly and put his hand on your knee.

"you didn't.", you smiled, "i wanted to do this, otherwise i wouldn't have been here."

suddenly you started hearing giggling behind you. when you turned around you saw two black-haired heads peeking out from the side of the doorframe. your body was in the way for mingyu to see them, but his daughters were grinning widely at the sight of the two of you.

"girls, it's bedtime!", mingyu said kindly, yet sternly.

"we know!", they giggled, "but we didn't get to say goodnight to you."

the girls ran inside the room and crawled up on the bed. you were about to get up to give them space when you noticed that mingyu's hand hadn't moved from your leg. he squeezed it gently and when your eyes met his they seemed to be asking you to stay. so you sat there with them, watching as mingyu spoke with his daughters and apologized for not saying goodnight earlier.

"i was feeling a bit sick, so i had to rest", he explained, "which made me miss your bedtime."

"are you better now? did ms. y/l/n make you better?", ari asked and looked at you expectantly.

"he's doing a lot better than he was before", you said as you glanced between the man in front of you and his daughters, "but my expert opinion says that he still needs a full nights rest."

"you can't kiss it better?", ari asked, giggling with her sister.

"yeah, you can't kiss it better?", mingyu asked in a mocking tone, gently squeezing your leg again.

you put your hand on top of his and put it down beside you again. even if he was able to be very mature most of the time, he had a tendency to bring out his childish side. as you took his hand away from your leg, he almost looked like he regretted saying it.

"a good night's rest is all he needs, i promise you.", you assured the twins, "so you two should go back to bed."

they said goodnight to their father and hurried back to their room, leaving you all alone with mingyu again.

"i'll go check that they're really sleeping before i leave.", you said.

"you're leaving?", he sounded surprised, and by the grimace, he made afterward he didn't mean for it to sound like it.

"well yeah, i couldn't possibly intrude for any longer than i already have.", you said.

"y/n, you're not intruding.", he iterated, "i have a guest room, and you could borrow some clothes to sleep in for the night. it's so late, you shouldn't be going home alone at this hour."

he seemed so determined, and how could you give up on such an offer? his hand found its way back on your leg, a kind gesture that asked you to stay. you thought back to all the time you had spent together in the cabins. it had been so long that you seemed to have forgotten that you actually knew him quite well for just being his children's teacher. you took his hand in yours again, looking down at it to try to distract yourself from his strong gaze.

"i'm sorry that i left before", you spoke softly, "by the cabins... it was kind of a jerk move. i didn't even leave a note."

mingyu turned his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. you looked at him with a shy smile. for some reason, you had thought of your second meeting as a new beginning, but you can't just erase memories with another person to start over.

"and i'm sorry for being an emotional wreck", you added, "and acting like i was a complete stranger when we finally met again."

"it's okay.", mingyu stated, "you've been through something horrible. i just wish that i could be someone you can lean on when you really need it... instead, you're here, treating me when i'm sick..."

you let out a stifled laugh. it felt nice to finally let your walls down a bit. mingyu squeezed your hand, getting your attention back on him.

"i'm not asking you to sleep in my bed with me because, frankly, that'd be very stupid considering that i'm sick", he said, making you laugh again, "but i just want to make sure that you don't have to go home alone, and that you're safe."

"alright, i'll take you up on your offer."

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the next morning you woke up in mingyu's guest bed, in a borrowed pair of sweatpants and a shirt. the alarm on your phone had successfully woken you up an hour before you had to leave for work. you quickly got up and went downstairs, where you found mingyu making breakfast and the girls tiredly waiting at the table.

"why are you up? shouldn't you still be resting?", the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even process them.

"good morning to you too, doctor.", mingyu joked and handed you a newly brewed cup of coffee, "you'll be happy to hear that my symptoms have-"

you pressed your hand against his forehead again, interrupting whatever he was going to joke about. his fever had gone down, and he looked a lot better than the day before.

"just a runny nose and a slight sore throat.", he smiled and took your hand away from his forehead, "what do you think? am i too sick to make breakfast?"

his grip on your wrist shifted to hold your hand instead. his eyes were glimmering in the low light of the kitchen lamp, and that warm smile never left his lips. if it weren't for the fact that he was sick, you would've kissed that smile off his face.

"no...", you sighed, "sorry, i overreacted-"

"you didn't.", he assured you, "it's nice to know that you care."

mingyu's arm sneakily wrapped itself around your waist and brought you closer. he leaned his forehead against yours, still looking into your eyes. you did your best to not spill anything out of your cup, but it was getting increasingly hard since you were starting to be distracted. you peered over your shoulder, noticing that the two of you had started getting the attention of the twins.

"could we save this for another day?", you asked and put a hand on his chest, "maybe when we're not being watched?"

mingyu looked up, immediately locking eyes with ari and ji-u who were almost standing on top of their chairs to see.

"hey! sit down in the chairs, or you'll fall over!", mingyu said and let go of you to bring the girls their breakfast.

you watched him walk away, carefully warning the girls of the dangers of standing up on the chairs as he put down their bowls. when he walked back to you, and the girls were deeply invested in their food, you decided to be a little mean. while mingyu was grumbling to himself you walked up to him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. he looked at you, stopping whatever he was doing to just stare at you in shock.

"thank you for the coffee.", you said quietly, "i need to get ready, but i'll see you soon, right?"

"i can drive you to work", he blurted out, "i need to take my girls there anyway."

"if you're feeling fine then i don't see why not."

"oh, i'm feeling more than fine.", he tried to lean in, but you quickly stopped him.

"i don't need to get sick too.", you said and when he tried to protest you added, "i tried kissing it better... think of it was your medicine. doctor's orders!"

he watched you leave, his jaw was slightly slack. you were going to be the death of him.

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you arrived at the school with yesterday's clothes and wearing whatever make-up you could find in your purse. so, of course, your closest coworker would notice.

"had a fun night?", joshua hong asked with a sly grin.

"my night was just fine, mr. hong.", you responded, but giving your secret away by smiling.

there were other people in the teacher's lounge, so you had to be discreet. however, being discreet with joshua wasn't easy. the two of you frequently sat down to gossip with each other, and most of the time you ended up getting too excited - ergo, too loud.

"i saw you walking in here with mr. kim...", he said quietly, "and i've never seen you wear the same clothes two days in a row, so you're going to have to tell me everything that happened last night."

"i will...", you said and interrupted his small celebration by adding "at lunch."

"you're no fun.", he sighed dramatically, making you laugh.

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the week went by quickly, and you hadn't gotten to see mingyu as much as you had hoped. he stayed home until he was feeling well again, but then he had work to catch up on - so his parents ended up picking up the twins this week. a part of you still thought that he might show up to the play, for the girls' sake of course, even if it was naive of you to think.

friday, the day of the play, was spent making preparations for the afternoon - when all of the parents would come to see their kids perform. it wasn't anything particularly well-made, it was made by kids after all - but the work that the kids had put in truly made you proud. in the morning you immediately asked ji-u and ari if they knew if their dad would come after all. they had confirmed your fears, of him most likely not coming at all. despite them putting up a brave front, you could tell it made them very disappointed.

"well, why don't i act as your grown-up for the play? just so that you know that someone is watching you.", you suggested.

"don't you have to look at all of the kids?", ji-u asked.

"yeah, you're a teacher - it's not the same.", ari sighed.

"i'll tell you what...", you lowered your voice, "if you promise not to tell anyone, i'll promise to pay the most attention to you two this afternoon."

it seemed to cheer them up. they even made you pinky-swear on it. however, you knew it wasn't as good as having their actual parent - so you were determined to make mingyu at least see the few last minutes.

when everyone was in their costumes and had prepared for the play to start, you took your seat right by the stage. you saved a chair next to you, putting up a fake "reserved chair" sign on the seat. before the play started, even before the parents had started coming in, you pulled out your phone and called mingyu.

"are you on your way yet?", you asked as he picked up.

"i'm in the car right now, i managed to cut the meeting short", he answered, "i might make it in five minutes."

"great! i saved you a seat", you said happily, "it's right at the front."

"you got me front row seats? wow, you really know how to spoil a guy, y/n.", he joked.

"just be there, mr. kim.", you said, right as joshua sat down on the "non-reserved" seat next to you.

"mr. kim?", he whisper-yelled, knowing all about your relationship to the man by now.

"i have to go now...", you sighed into the phone.

"alright. thank you again, sweetheart", mingyu said, "i really do appreciate it."

as you hung up, joshua stared at you with his jaw on the floor. he had apparently listened intently to your call because he looked like he had heard something that he shouldn't have.

"he calls you sweetheart?", joshua laughed.

"shut up, joshua!", you hissed at him, "i told you that nobody else needs to know."

you knew that if people found out that you used to sleep with one of the parents of the children you educated, suspicions of special treatment would arise even if they had no real claim.

"you guys are so cute...", he sighed dreamingly, "i know you don't think it's a good idea... but i think you should go for it."

the parents started coming in before you could say something in response. your eyes were completely focused on the door, smiling at the occasional parent you would make eye contact with, but your main goal was to see mingyu walking through that door. all the parents had settled down and were talking amongst themselves. mingyu still wasn't there. the lights dimmed. mingyu still wasn't there. a teacher came out on stage to present the play. mingyu still wasn't there. the parents clapped after the teacher's short speech, and as he walked off the stage and the music started: mingyu came through the door. you happily waved to him, and he sprinted toward his seat just as ari and ji-u walked out on stage. he gave them two thumbs up and a supportive smile before sitting down.

"thank you.", he whispered in your ear.

you wanted to thank him too, for coming despite all the trouble, but the kids had already started speaking.

that was a year ago. it was when you had realized how much you felt for him, and for his kids. it was when you had decided that taking a leap of faith was worth it if it was for them. even if you were still hurt from your past, you put your trust in mingyu that he could help you heal those wounds.

you walked out of the school with ji-u and ari. as soon as you saw him walking toward you, your face broke out into a bright smile. the girls ran up to him first, you following with quick steps.

"how has your day been, girls? did you learn anything new?", he crouched down to be on eye level with them.

"mr. hong taught us multiplication!", ari said.

the girls had moved up a year, and you requested to not have them in your class for the following years. after all, it would be awkward for them to have their dad's fiancé as their teacher.

"you need to help me with my homework!", ji-u said.

"of course, i will, honey."

mingyu looked up at you with a small yet warm smile. he stood up, telling the girls to go into the car. you approached him, feeling as giddy as a teenager experiencing a crush for the first time.

"did you have a good day, mrs. kim?", he asked lovingly and wrapped his arms loosely around your waist.

"i'm not mrs. kim yet.", you said and put a hand on his chest.

"my kids call you mom.", he argued.

"doesn't make me a kim legally, though.", you responded with a giggle.

"you've been mrs. kim for a long time in my heart already", he grinned in a cheesy manner, "and you're about to put the last of your furniture in my house now. so i think the official papers are nothing but a formality."

he leaned in a placed a soft kiss on your lips, only a quick one because he knew that you didn't actually like doing anything of the sort while still at work. even if you were in the parking lot, and not on school grounds, you never knew who was watching.

"good afternoon, newlyweds!", joshua said with a grin as he walked past and you sighed as you watched the man walk up to his car nonchalantly.

"let's go home, yeah?", mingyu asked.

"i'd love that.", you smiled

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If you were being honest, It wasn't hard to continue on with your life as if you hadn't discovered the long forgotten dorm. With every passing day, the memories became duller and grayer, as if they were being stretched thin against the edges of your brain like wispy cotton. Just thinking too hard on it left a lasting dull ache behind your eyes as if the very memory itself wanted to be forgotten.

"Hench-human!" You felt a furry paw slap against your face, claws nearly digging into your cheeks as you turned towards Grim who had made himself at home perched upon your back like he hardly weighed a thing, "You were slacking off again in class just now! What's got your head all messed up? You've been acting all weird ever since you met up with that weird guy, Lilia."

"Sorry, Grim," You gave him an apologetic smile, "I've just been thinking a lot but I just can't remember about what."

Grim narrowed his eyes for a moment before cracking a wicked grin, "You can't remember something you forgot? Myaahhh, well, I just think it wasn't worth nothin' important anyways if it's not worth rememberin'!"

Maybe he was right.

He was not right.

Because, you see, it just kept bothering you. Something was missing, something important. Between classes, you found yourself tearing Ramshackle apart thinking that it must've been a piece of homework or a forgotten ingredient for class or something! But nothing fit. Nothing felt right. It was driving you insane. You had asked the ghosts if you had been forgetting anything important throughout the day but they all just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulder and gave you the answer you were dreading but expecting. It just simply wasn't worth remembering. As much as it made you want to tear your hair out, you had to ignore the strange repetitive scratches against your skull or you really were going to go a little topsy-turvy chasing phantoms.

So you went on with your days, the memory still thinning even further into nothing but the ache. oh, the ache burned.

It all wouldv'e faded if one day, in-between classes, you had bumped shoulders with another student. The sash on their arm was different then the dorms colors you remembered. While it carried the same regal elegance of a Pomefiore purple, the ribbon was a deep and heavy blue. The student stopped for a moment as if shocked by your touch, before they abruptly turned on their heel towards you.

Quickly raising your hands in defense, you backed off, "Sorry, sorry! I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going so, like, it's my bad!"

The strange bespectacled student ignored your apologies and instead, in a fit of excitement, practically threw you off your feet in to a spinning embrace, his arms wrapping themselves firmly around you shoulders! You let out a desperate squeak as he twirled on his feet.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" You thrashed against his hold, arms pressed against your chest, "Let me go!"

You words were met with a laugh as he elegantly unraveled you from his embrace, twirling you around like you were part of an elegant dance, "You remembered me!"

Huh?

"Huh?" You lamely croaked out, eyes wide. This dude was absolutely bananas. He was a complete stranger to you. Surely you would've remembered someone dressed as frivolously as he was, dorm uniform messily put together but still having the same charm of a runway model in one of Vil's magazines. Not only that but you would've definitely had remembered the strange shade of ribbon he has sported on his right arm.

"Tell me," the stranger crossed his arms in a lazy manner, eyes crinkled in delight, "You've been having a weird sense of displacement from your thoughts. Nothing seems to be making any sense? Weird itch in the back of your brain that something feels wrong?"

"Thats..." You felt your tongue feel heavy in your mouth, "Well, you see..."

He cocked a hip to the side and his smile seemed to widen, his hair nearly bouncing in his excitement to let you in on what felt like a huge secret, "What if I told you I knew the reason why and can fix it?"

It didn't take long for him to drag you out of Night Raven and in to the courtyards and if you weren't so deathly curious about the thing you keep forgetting you've forgotten, You really would've been on higher alert around this guy. You could practically hear the sound of Ace and Deuce scolding you.

"You're following a dude you don't even know just because he asked you too? Are you an idiot or just dumb??" Ace...

"You should've called for me! I would've come to beat the guy up if he tried anything!!" Deuce...

You took a moment and apologized to the thought of them, knowing that they would've beat you upside the head because, you know, they care.

"We're here!" The sing-song voice of your mysterious senior shocked you enough to pull you out of your thoughts only for you to have found yourself almost nose to door with a monolith of a castle.

That was not there before.

With a hurried step back, you caught eyes with the boy, "What the hell is this doing on campus?? How come I've never seen it before?"

He only giggled before turning to admire the castle, "You wouldn't know it's here if you weren't looking for it." He almost sighed, be it with fondness or annoyance, you couldn't tell. You turned to follow him, gaze raised to the tower. The scratching at the back of your head seemed to grow with each passing moment your eyes never left the tile, like it wanted to chip away at the fog still etched into your skull.

"Do you remember anything yet?"

You shook your head, "Mmm... Nothing yet but..."

The student only offered an understanding nod of his head, his bangs bouncing, "Don't worry, it will all come back soon." With a measured push of the door, he offered you an arm to take as he lead you inside the mysterious news building.

Everything was dimly lit. The candles lighting the room were aplenty but the flames only brightened so much. Whoever lived here obviously preferred to keep to themselves in the dark.

"Welcome to dorm Rosenfluch."

"Rosenfluch?" You repeated, eyebrows knitted together, "I've never heard of - or seen any students from this dorm before at any of the meetings or at any of the events."

He smiled cheekily, "I could say the same about that ramshackle of a dorm you've got for yourself, Prefect. I'm sure others felt the same way when Crowley gave you that title and a space among the other dorm leaders."

That... made a little sense, actually but what was really confusing was why hadn't you seen any of them before? And even then, he still hasn't given you his name and you really didn't want to call him the creep upperclassmen to his face.

"Ah," He flushed. He reached back and twirled a strand of hair around his finger, pulling at it with a sense of embarrassment. He seemed almost let down, "Yeah. In my excitement, I must have forgotten you've forgotten. Not entirely forgotten but, you know, enough."

"Which reminds me," You thought back to when you two had brushed shoulders in the hallway, "Why would you have assumed I remembered you just from that? Seven, I don't even know your name."

"Mmm..." he hummed, finger once again wrapping around a loose strand, "You see.. that's the other thing. The forgetting is... that's normal. The touching? That means its gone."

"What's gone?"

"The sense of loss, I guess," He sighed, letting go of his hair and instead, he reached forward and offered a hand, his fingers long and sinewy, "It's nice to meet you again, Prefect." He breathed out, almost excited to say the next words, "My name Is Luc and I'm a student here in Night Raven College."

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yourantag · 4 months

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From Winter to Spring

AN: This fic is actually pretty different from my other ones since this is intended to be more like a letter. I listened to a song called "Magic Lily," which inspired me to write something in the perspective of Ithaqua's mother. The song is meant to be romantic, but I interpreted it as a mother waiting for their son to come back from war. Naturally, with themes of winter and suffering, I think Ithaqua, so here we are. Word count: 1.6 words Summary: A carefully written letter, multiple pages long, is stuffed inside an envelope. It doesn't seem like it was ever meant to meet its recipient, yet it resides within his hands. The delicate papers seems to weigh heavy with the love of a mother.

My dearest dove,

It has been a long time since I've last seen your face. It's like it was just yesterday that we went to forage together. You had looked at me with such pride in your eyes, having picked two whole baskets of barberries. We had planned to turn them into jam with honey, a small luxury. You had smiled so brilliantly, so happily at that. To be able to make you happy like that made me feel whole, complete. The fondness I felt overwhelmed me, it almost made me want to cry.

I had never understood when other women spoke fondly of their children. They sacrificed their bodies, health, mind, their everything for them. Yet, children will never completely understand that sacrifice. Oftentimes, they take it for granted. They forget it. But you? You made me understand.

It's odd to think of loving someone more than yourself, but that is exactly how I feel. The stars could disappear from the sky, the heavens and earth could collide, and yet, I think I would not mind for as long as you were alive.

So, tell me why, why would you do this to me? Why have you left me like this?

Once we came back, setting aside our foraged goods, I felt an impending sense of doom. My throat tightened, heart racing as I felt unadulterated fear roll through me. Perhaps it was an instinctual thing, like how many of life's creations can sense death. I could tell my demise was near, be it in one way or another.

You had looked at me with worried eyes, asking me what was wrong. You have always been a sweet child, caring and attentive and so, so very smart. No matter how much I tried to hide my feelings, you always seemed to know when something was wrong. I sometimes wish you weren't such an intelligent boy, but that would be cruel of me. I love you for who you are- to remove any part of you would mean taking away who you are now. I could never do that.

I had forced a smile to my face as I told you I forgot something in my room, something important. You didn't believe me, but you did not pry. Thank you for trusting me, even when you knew I was lying. I know it's horrible to lie to you, but I had to do what I did.

I had ran to my room, throwing aside a cloth to reveal a crystal ball. Divination is not my specialty; it was the specialty of my mother. However, I am still above the rest when it comes to reading fate. What I saw was exactly what I had anticipated, something I hadn't feared before. Now, however, I was. I was beyond scared- I was downright terrified.

Before, I had nothing. My mother had been killed in a witch hunt, my home had been razed, and my friends and fellow villagers had turned their backs on me. I was consumed by rage, sorrow, and despair. I had nothing to lose but my life, I had no one to love but myself.

Still, I could not hate people. I was human as the rest, but I was shunned. I was hated for my hair, for being a woman, for existing. Still, I could only hope, I could only live. To die would be to give into their hate, to throw away my mother's sacrifice for me to live.

Thus, I lived. Out of spite, out of grief. I lived because of love, because my mother would want me to. And, on my travels, I found God. I found peace. Life seemed less like a punishment than it had before.

Then, I found you.

At one point, I had wished my mother hadn't sacrificed herself for me, I wished she had lived instead of me. However, I understand now. I understand why she did what she did. As a mother, you are willing to do anything for your child. Even if it means becoming a monster, even if it means killing someone, you would do whatever it takes to protect your child.

In that moment, watching the future in which not just I would die, but you as well, I made up my mind.

I cannot lie and say I did not want to live. I wanted to watch you continue to grow, to become a lovely young gentleman. I wanted to watch you become an adult, to love, to live. I didn't want to miss any moment of your growth, of you becoming your own person. However, I was willing to give up everything if it meant you'd live.

I got a glimpse of my fate and I couldn't help but shutter. Tortured till my mind broke, till I was no longer human, till I was no longer me. That was my fate should I sacrifice myself. But, was it worse than if you were to be tortured with me? Killed with me?

No, nothing could be worse than that.

So, knowing what kind of fate awaited me, I stood tall and put on a brave face. We didn't have much time, after all.

I asked you to hide in the closet, the men already knocking on our door. They banged against the wood as though it owed them money. The sound was like the call of death, a scythe hovering over my neck. But what can a mother do? I could only smile through the thundering of my heartbeat, through the tears that were rising in my eyes, the tight compression of my chest.

I was scared.

For me? Maybe. Mostly, it was for you. If they found you, I don't know what I would do.

The door swings open and I meet a painfully familiar face, as well as many armored ones. His arrogance is unlike your humility, the way he smiles is so different from your own. It's like a bearing of fangs, like a predator that had found its prey. It's horrible, terrible, what he does with your face. Your brother he may be, if only in blood, but he could never compare to you.

His words are laced with malice and self-importance, his finger pointed at me. I had braced myself for when the armored men would drag me away, manhandle me as though I were a fugitive and not just a lady, a mother.

Then, you came out of hiding.

Looking at your back, so small yet wide, I truly wanted to fall to my knees and weep. Your arms spread out, shielding me, you had stood.

Ah, is love meant to hurt like this? Be difficult like this? Or, perhaps, is it just me?

I couldn't believe my ears when I heard you bargain with them, begging them to take you instead of me, to leave me alone. Words were clogged in my throat as you spoke, everything you said hurting more than any wound I'd ever had.

He had a contemplative look, that child. Then, like a cruel judge, he gave his ruling. He gave into your will, even going so far as to promise he'd place me somewhere I'd never be hunted again.

I had wanted to cry. I had wanted to scream. However, when you had turned to me with a smile so kind, so sweet, so sad and knowing, not a single sound could escape my lips.

You promised to come back to me in spring, like the flowers that withered in fall. You held my hands even as tears fell from your eyes, even as I tried to hold you back with all my might.

Yet, it was not enough.

You were taken from me.

Why? Why did this have to happen? Why did we have to suffer like this? Was this retribution? Punishment? For not having followed God sooner? For living? For existing?

My anger towards that boy, towards God, and towards the world, none of it could compare to the anger I feel towards myself.

This arduous path which I had to take, covered in thorns and decorated with hate, why did you have to take it too?

Ultimately, I believe it is because of me.

(There's darkened circles upon the paper, some smearing the last few words.)

It's been 5 years since then. Every time the snow melts, ushering in the coming of spring, I wait with anticipation. I wait for the sound of footsteps, for the sounds of life.

I wait for you.

It has been 5 years of fluttering frost, blossoming flowers, sunny fields, and bountiful harvests. I've seen the seasons come and go, the birds leaving for winter before returning home. Yet, the most important bird of all, my dearest dove, has yet to return.

There's a special kind of sadness that comes with spring. It starts with joy, which turns to immeasurable sorrow. I always wait, yet you never come.

Are you alive? Are you well? I've been taken to a place where no one despises me, where everyone accepts me, yet I'd rather be pelted with stones than part from your side. I would give up everything if I could just see your face once more.

Is it just me? This spring feels a bit worse than the last. I hope without hope, though I know you won't come. Not knowing if you're alive or well, it drives me mad. My divination has failed me, not allowing me to see anything beyond the veil of reality.

But, I want to believe. I have to believe. You always keep your promises, so I must believe it, believe that you will come back to me. I must weather the seasons, the storms, the sun, the snow, all for the day you return.

Yet, I grow tired of waiting. My heart is heavy, and my soul is weary. My eyes are always full of tears, constantly worried about you to this day.

How many more springs must I wait?

My dear child.

My beloved son.

*****.

Please.

Come home.

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sarcastic-kai · 2 years

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Can’t get off alone

Pantalone x reader cause I’m thirsty

POV: you fall asleep waiting for your husband to come home, forgetting that you left your vibrator on the bed next to you

This is my first time posting on tumblr, so bear with me lovelies ❤️

CW: Afab! Reader; no pronouns; use of nicknames like “kitten, baby girl”; smut, fingering

uhhhh read with caution. Would recommend 16+

“Darling?”

Your voice is hoarse and quiet, the way it gets when it’s laced with exhaustion.

There’s a shuffling noise from across the room, and a gentle thump on the ground as what you assume to be clothes are discarded on the floor.

“Shhh,” your lover’s voice carries across the room, soothing and gentle as ever.

“Y/n, did I wake you?”

Groggy and still half asleep, you slowly sit up, giving Pantalone a small smile and a shake of your head. “Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him, patting the space in bed beside you. “Come here so I can finally sleep.”

In the darkness, you can barely make out your husband’s toned chest and gentle smile, delicately illuminated by the slivers of moonlight that manages to peak through the curtains.

Once he’s stripped down to his boxers, he pads over to you, his lean form towering over you as you lay back down and snuggle into your shared bed.

You gaze up at him as he removes his glasses, carefully setting them on the nightstand beside him before lifting the covers and crawling into bed with you.

“Did you stay up for-“ just before he can finish his question, there’s a loud thumping noise of an object falling off of the bed.

Puzzled, your husband leans to his nightstand, turning on the lamp before surveying the floor of the bedroom in the newfound warm glow.

Curiosity gets the better of him and he slides out of bed and leans down, a sly smile curling his lips as he notices what the fallen object is.

You sit up again, confusion and concern melting away to horror as you recognize the pink object in Pantalone’s hand.

“Pantalone, I-“ you’re frantic to think of an excuse, to find an explanation; but to your misfortune, all the words are stuck in your throat, and the thoughts in your head are blank.

Your husband leans back up, his grin gleaming in the yellow lamplight as he holds up the small pink object, feigning a curious inspection of the toy.

“My my, what do we have here?” His gaze returns to you, noticeably darker than before. “Care to explain what you were doing with this, my love?” His tone is amused, almost mocking as he watches your face heat up, your eyes averting from him.

Panic and embarrassment course through you, and you mentally berate yourself for forgetting to put your toy away before he got home.

“I-“ you swallow, your throat suddenly dry. You wiggle, your thighs pressing together and the air just a little too warm for your comfort. You weigh your options, deciding it’s safer to be truthful. “I was using that when you were gone, and I forgot I set it there. It got lost in the sheets,” you explain, butterflies fluttering as you grow increasingly anticipative beneath his heavy stare.

“And how did that work out for you? Did you cum?”

The casual manner in which your husband states the lewd question has you burning up, and has a familiar tingle retuning in your lower belly.

“I-“ you begin, stopping yourself. You can sense that the mood in the room has shifted. It’s no longer normal, there are now rules. You’re in his world now.

“No sir.” You admit, bashful to the truth that you couldn’t get off alone.

“What was that?” There it is again, that sly, knowing tone of his.

As much as it humiliates you, it’s a good sort of humiliation. It makes you feel needy, wanton, lewd even.

“No sir,” you restate, your voice now clearer. “I… I couldn’t get myself to cum.”

With that being said, an idea pops into your head, one that is too tantalizing to ignore.

Hesitating, you know this is a big risk. He’s likely to punish you for asking— hell, he’ll probably punish you for touching yourself without his presence or his knowledge— but you dare to ask the question anyway.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you attempt to give him your best innocent face. “Sir, can you help me cum? I… I can’t cum without you.”

Your husbands lustful eyes watch you, and he stays silent as he contemplates your request.

Just as you begin to get nervous in the silence, he breaks out in a chuckle.

“Oh, I see how it is. The nerve you must have to ask for such a thing, you’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?“

You know the question doesn’t require an answer, but you nod vigorously anyway.

This amuses your husband, and he begins to eye fuck you through your sheer black night shirt.

“Alright, kitten. Even though you broke one of the rules, I will admit I have been a bit…neglectful of your needs lately. I will let you off the hook just this once, as an apology.”

Pantalone climbs into bed beside you, his weight dipping with him. He crawls toward your figure before kissing you on the forehead tenderly.

You melt into the feeling of his lips, smiling as they travel down, over your temple, your cheek, and finally capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

You whimper, the touch of his lips igniting the same familiar spark that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

The heat in your belly is increased ten fold, and you are pliant as he maneuvers himself over you, cock already half hard and straining against the confines of his boxers.

You are quick to discard your shirt, exposing your chest to him, and your now soaked panties.

Smirking, your husband leans you back, pressing your body into the mattress.

You stare up at him, smile full of trust and adoration.

And beneath his lustful gaze, you can see some of that same adoration and love reflected back at you.

He stares at you, his expression softer than before as he takes in your naked form, offering yourself to him without any questions.

“Beautiful… so fucking perfect.” He mutters, mostly to himself.

One hand wanders to your hip, grasping you firmly and drawing circles with his thumb as his other hand wanders down your chest, tweaking a nipple and earning a yelp from you.

“So sensitive,” he purrs, his voice sultry and low.

You mewl in response, wiggling and squirming with an increasing desperate need to get the stimulation and release you had spent a near half hour chasing only a few hours ago.

“P-pantalone, baby, I-“

A sharp smack is delivered to your inner thigh, causing you to cry out in surprise and pain.

Your lover’s expression has taken on an authoritative shadow to it, one that has you grinding your hips up, and your hands already fisting the sheets.

“That’s sir to you, baby girl.”

Biting your lip, you nod in response, your eyes wide and silently begging for him to touch you more.

Granting your wish, his large hand abandons your sore, hardened bud, slithering downward to slip beneath your panties.

You lift your hips, and he Gracefully slides them off of you, discarding them somewhere beside the bed.

Without any prep, your husband gathers your slick on two fingers before abruptly pushing them into you.

The sudden intrusion has your back arching and your hands flying to his broad shoulders, squeezing for support as you try to steady your breath.

Your husband is so much bigger than you. That includes his fingers, which are both long and elegant, and deliciously thick.

In no time your husband has your moans and pants echoing around your bedchamber, and your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he bullies that sweet spot on your gummy walls.

“S-sir, I-“ you don’t even finish your sentence before your body is seizing up, clenching down impossibly tight on your husbands fingers as you release around his digits.

Your breath catches in your throat, your vision blurring out of focus as ecstasy explodes through every single cell in your body in a golden-white blaze.

Your mind goes blank, and you don’t even register the little bit of drool that dribbles out past your lips, and down your slack jaw.

Pantalone smiles to himself, the image of you forever burned into his memory.

He’s not sure if there’s any other time he likes seeing you more than this.

He adores your post orgasmic-haze, the way your eyes are unfocused, your body like silly putty in his hands.

And he especially loves how easy it is to make you unravel after the first orgasm.

He could spend all day overstimulating you if he could— the thought makes his boxers painfully tight— but alas, being a harbinger comes first, and you both knew that.

As you slowly come down from your high, your husband eagerly removes his fingers from your soaked cunny, watching with amusement as you shy away from the sucking noise your body makes as it tries to hold onto his digits. Your husband leans forward, kissing you gently before pulling away and placing his fingers in your compliant mouth, watching intently as you lazily lick him clean.

“Good kitten,” he praises, his voice soft and gentle as ever.

Slowly, you lean up, your sights set on the incredibly obvious bulge in his boxers.

Although you are exhausted, you still must repay him somehow.

Without warning, your husband ruins your plans and pushes you away, guiding you to lay on your back.

Long raven locks cage you two in, becoming a curtain from the rest of the world. His gaze is still lustful, but is more caring and nurturing than before.

“Shhhh,” he shushes your, his soothing voice getting you to relax instantaneously.

“Go to sleep my love, I’ll take care of this myself.”

Without any further prodding, you allow yourself to slip into a heavy, satisfied slumber.

Anyone want a part 2???

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buckttommy · 2 years

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Seven Sentence Sunday | 8.14.22 AND WIP Wednesday 8.17.22

I was tagged by @kitkatpancakestack @mmtions @rewritetheending and @eddiediass for 7SS/WW. I meant to post this and then immediately forgot, and when I was tagged for WW, I was like aha! an opportunity! I have not done that much writing as of late, but here's a little something from something I hope to publish soon from Adriana's POV <3

"You were shot?"

"Uhh." There's a heavy, weighted silence on the other end of the phone in which Adriana can practically envision her brother shuffling through excuses in his head. She can see the image in her head as clear as if he were before her—his left eye twitching the way it always does when he's fixing up a lie, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth while his fingers tap the same mindless rhythm he's been playing with since he was a teenager against the kitchen table as he carefully weighs his answers. He must come up empty because finally he sighs, resigned, and says, "Hi, Adriana."

"Fuck. You."

Her voice shakes with a sharp and sudden fury, rage like a hot knife buried between the slots of her ribcage that writhes and unspools outward until her whole body burns with it. She is enraged, fill to the brim with the type of anger the preacher warns about on Sundays, and she doesn't even know why.

Eddie is fine. He sits on the opposite end of the phone breathing into her ear, probably only partly tuned into her silence while the grand majority of his focus remains distracted by the millions of things that run through his head on a daily basis. He is not choking on his own blood, not grasping for a hand to hold or gasping for a breath that won't come. He has no more holes in him now than the ones God gave him, but she can't shake the grainy image of the video. His blood looked almost black from that far away, but she sees enough blood in her profession; enough that she could almost smell the stink of it as she tricked herself into thinking she could hear it spread.

She hates him, then, even if only for just a moment. She hates him for running off to Afghanistan and leaving her and Sophia behind to navigate the nebulous ebbs and flows of youth for themselves. She hates him for going no-contact, either by circumstance or his own design, even though she knows in her soul she's just as at fault as he is. Mostly, she hates the goddamned silence that lingers between them, even though she should be used to it. Of course she should be used it; Adriana can count on one hand the amount of times her brother has cracked open his chest and let her excavate the calm, quiet exterior underneath and still have fingers left over, but the silence poisons now.

And then just as quickly as it appears, all that hatred is swept away on a sea of tragic hurt and a profound almost-loss so deep the enormity of it almost takes her breath away. This time last year, her brother was dying alone on a goddamn street and she didn't even know.

"It wasn't that bad," he says softly, when the silence stretches.

As if that's supposed to make her feel better.

Adriana presses her fingers to her forehead, takes a deep, steadying breath and counts backwards from thirty. "Edmundo, I swear to God, you have three seconds to tell me something that's not complete bullshit before I hop on a plane and come kick your ass."

#seven sentence sunday #7SS #wip wednesday #jack.txt

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abbynx · 2 years

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Pink in the night

Yuri Katsuki X Reader

Genre: Angst, pining, songfic

A/N: I've made Yuri's feelings for the reader ambiguous and left for the interpretation of the reader.

Also: Bold letters are the commentator's dialogue. Pink, bold and italics are the lyrics, and plain italicised letters are thoughts.

Song: Pink in the Night, by Mitski

There was a massive pit of nerve residing in you as you secure the blades of your ice skates. Having been rearranging your article of clothing again and again, you soon caught up you looked fine and you were only doing so in hopes of somehow soothing yourself. It was rather unbecoming of you to button and unbutton your shirt again and again and quite frankly you were starting to feel a lot of people are judging you for it.

How did Viktor managed to convince you to skate as an interval of the clash between two Yuri's? Simple, your Yuri. You wanted to please him so much, you agreed to Viktor's proposal. It seems that Viktor's happiness is also Yuri's. And it pisses you off at the implication..

You sighed. It was just a thought piling after another. You haven't seen Yuri since the beginning of the program, he's probably with Viktor. Your best friend can't even take the time to bid you good luck before you skate. Did he forgot about you?

The thought made you burn, but at the same time guilty. How could you feel so pissed about your best friend meeting his hero?

"Let's give it up for Y/N L/N! Performing, Pink in the Night!"

"Well... I guess I wouldn't get a good luck from anyone."

The crowd fell into a hush, only the sound of your blades against the ice reverberate across the rink.

The moment you stepped on the ice, your brain had also slipped into a state of autopilot. There was no crowd, no cameras... Just you and the ice.

Just you and the ice.

You assume to position, head lowered and hands spread to your sides. The soft music begins to reverberate across the massive space, the instrumentals intense against your ear as the soft pink glow flooded the rink, creating an ethereal feel.

I glow pink in the night in my room

"Y/N L/N has been skating alongside Yuri Katsuki, but has never participated in competitions. The piece they are skating to is a song that's dear to their heart and an open letter for their future significant other."

The routine started for you, and akin to a blooming flower of spring, your lowered head steadily rising to meet the crowd's gaze, you greet them with arms with open.

You began to glide along the rink, feeling yourself being swayed with the music and the softness of the singer's voice. All the heavy feeling that previously weighed on your chest loosened with every move, the fluid movement of your arms riding along the breeze.

I've been blossoming alone over you

"Does Yuri know this is dedicated to him??"

All eyes were on you and you couldn't be more uncomfortable in your skin. It doesn't feel right to perform this in front of a thousands of eyes, when this piece was supposed to be only for him.

It's like publicly proposing and what's supposed to be an intimate moment becomes open, a crowd's entertainment. But if this what it takes to let them all know that you love Yuri, and only Yuri, then so be it. You will scream his name in every roof in the city that you love.

It was funny to think that you reassured yourself at the beginning of the performance that it was just you and the ice, and now here you were, hoping Yuri was there, watching you.

He would watch you... Right? He's not outside, or in the locker room... With Viktor...

And I hear my heart breaking tonight

When did you start hating the Russian skater, the person you admired with Yuri (albeit, you weren't as intense as the bespectacled man)? All the sudden, there's this unpleasant and sickening feeling saddled in you. You were constantly flickering between your jealousy and guilt.

You're happy for Yuri when the news came to you that Viktor had flown all the way to Japan from Russia to be his coach. His dreams are coming true, to be trained by his idol, his hero! But why were you so irritated at the fact that Viktor is just so close to him in a way that you have never been before? For god's sake, you've been friends since fifth grade and you have never been at a close distance with Yuri.

I hear my heart breaking tonight

You hated feeling this way, it was selfish of you. If by holding back hurt yourself, then you would gladly take the pain as long as he could be happy...

But people are inherently selfish.

What about your happiness?

Do you hear it too?

"Here comes the triple axel... And..."

"Come on, Y/N. You could do it..." Yuri clenches the rail guards of the rink, his eyes following your fluid form brace for the jump.

"Oh! They nailed it!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Yuri's grip loosened around the cold bar with a relieved smile.

It's like a summer shower

Yuri did not reach you in time before he had the courage to tell you, but he really love the way you look in your attire. It was how you always dress yourself- the white button up shirt, pressed, prim and perfectly presentable. But at the skating rink, you looked just as angelic and poised as ever. You needn't wear anything flashy, as you were already that captivating.

Has he ever told you that you looked so beautiful? It's not because of the clothes you wear, it's just... Everything about you is so divine and sophisticated that you could wear anything!

With every drop of rain singing

If it were the real you performing, you'd land your jumps sloppily with the grace of a jackhammer. With all the pent up feelings and all, you couldn't stand to feel this way. You wondered if Yuri noticed this.

You hated how close they were, how their faces inched closer, how Viktor can easily reduce Yuri into putty in his hands, how eager Yuri is to impress him and all that. And yet you felt guilty for feeling this way, how could you be so selfish like that?

Though your thoughts were far from a blissful ignorance, such a gullible yearning little angel- you manage to keep them away from seeping from your expression. Your face remained as a kind, carefree ingénue feeling melancholy for the first time.

Bracing yourself for another jump, you allowed yourself to be immersed in the music.

"A triple toe-loop, and a double toe-loop!"

"I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Following the perfect execution of the toe-loops, a camel spin that perfectly synchronised with the singer's dulcet tone voicing what you yearned to tell Yuri.

Ending the the spin, you leap out in joy, as if basking into the unanswered infatuation you've been expressing for him for as long as you remember, with utmost grace and patience. Contrary to your need to keep your feelings to yourself and suffer bitterly in silence.

I could stare at your back all day

The program is almost ending, then he would turn away from you again. It all felt so short-lived to you, but you hoped Yuri knows how he means to you. You wished your performance spoke to him without uttering his name, you somehow wished he knows this performance is for him and not for the mass.

And I know I've kissed you before, but I didn't do it right

"Another successful set of triple axel!"

After nailing the jump, you followed it up with a one foot spin synchronised yet again with the singer's voice.

Something within you thought it was dumb to express your feelings to Yuri in this way. It was so damn cliché and not to mention, you should've went straight to the point... But you can't. Not with the look on his face whenever Viktor is around.

Can I try again, try again, try again

Try again, and again, and again

And again, and again, and again

"Dangit Yuri, you know I'm not good with words... How the hell am I supposed to let you know that I love you?"

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling by the time you ended with your pose, arms around your body as if replicating the touch you long to feel around you— holding yourself the way Yuri never held you.

The crowd broke into a cheers, but all you searched for within it was Yuri through your fits of panting... He wasn't there.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N L/N!"

"Yuri?" You called breathlessly, taking yet another scan around the crowd. You search for him at the entrance of the rink, but we was with Viktor.

Suddenly, it was just you and the rink again.

#yuri katsuki x reader #yuri on ice x reader #x reader #yuri katsuki #yuri on ice #victor nikiforov #angsty #song fic #mitski #pink in the night

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lvlpin · 2 years

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okay here' an actual shortie that I think I'm done.

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He’ll miss the times where his kids would all sleep with him for the night because it was too cold in their rooms or just wanted comfort. After all, they’ll someday get too big to fit in his arms.

Six and Stanley were already getting into the phase where they rejected any form of affection because it's embarrassing (Gabriel would disagree) and Sar and N are getting too heavy for him to take them flying out.

Still, he savors the moments where all four of them are in his bed, with Six and Stanley awkwardly hugging his sides and Sar and N on his wings. The weight was slowly crushing him but it felt nice, even if Gabriel had to deal with numb limbs the next day.

The twins on either side of him, resting their hands on his arms or shoulder. Stan’s head does give him some inconvenience with spacing but he doesn’t allow that to stop him from cuddling up in Gabriel’s neck.

His wings were spread open to let Sar and N sleep. Sar had a minor habit of accidentally grabbing a fist full of feathers when he’s sleeping and N on occasions just melt into his wings, leaving tar on them before it adsorbs it back into itself.

The first time it happened, he nearly freaked out when he woke up and found his middle child was stuck in his wing and he didn't know what to do because how are you supposed to get tar out of feathers when its also your kid at the same time. N did wake up and reformed but it really scared him along with the other 3 kids.

It was a memorable and horrific event and one of his tar covered feather was stuck into the scrapbook along with the photo of himself with N in his wing.

Apparently, Gabriel didn’t have to kiss goodbye the feeling of his kids sleeping with him as they still do it on occasion.

Mostly after a long hunt out and they're all exhausted but proud, Six dragging himself and Sar out of the tv, the both of them excitedly talking about how awesome the night was with N following soon after and making some weird chiming sounds. Stan would then be last to pop out of the screen and follow his siblings to the kitchen to a quick celebration.

The celebration mainly consisted of them pulling food from their shared sash that Gabriel can never find and celebrating for about ten minutes before they all get too tired to do anything and he herds them to wash up before going to their rooms.

He'll go to sleep himself before getting woken up by all four of them asking if they could sleep with him for the night and he lets them.

But they all collectively forgot that they were nearly the same height as him and weighed a lot more than when they were all still very young.

Six and Stanley both on his arms, as his arms were always their spot, no matter how many siblings they have, with Six crushing him still in his jacket and Stanley’s head pointing into his neck and shoulder. Sar was taking as much space as he possibly could on his right wing with both fists in his feathers and N was practically melted into all of his left wing.

He tries to shift into a more comfortable position as best he could in his predicament. Only for Sar to mumble something and make him freeze in place, not wanting to wake any of them up.

He eventually concluded that he couldn't move at all. He leans his face back and gets as comfortable as he could. He wiggled his arms and wings around and drifted off.

They were still his kids and he loves them all. Even if he's literally getting squished to death by all of them.

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I definitely hc that Sar mumbles in his sleep, N just kinda liquidfies itself, and Six is a snorer. Poor Stanley has to sleep with them all in their shared room.

Bonus, Gabriel has bedhead and messy feathers since he moves alot in his sleep (no im not projecting shhh)

-sunglasses

poor N waking up and realizing it's tar and it starts to panic which makes the others panic even more before it finally got control of itself-

six snoring is just. same. also alt gabriel moving around a lot- dadbriel lives in my mind rent free;; he loves all his kids So Much even if they're a Little Shit (six & stanley) and a Sweet Summer Child (N & Sar)

ALSO i literally forgot to draw N and Sar in this but ksjhfkjshd- sleeping pile ,,,, clenches heart /pos

#mailbox #sunglasses anon #//#my art #[ tmc kindergarten ]

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 27 here

Chapter 28

Summary : You learn something new about Loki, something even he's not aware of. Will you tell him to keep his trust? Or keep it to yourself to protect him from the hurt.

Warning : 18+ , Smut, Face fucking, Degradation, Daddy dom loki, soft Loki? Umm Feelings?

"What the hell are you doing here?" You asked him and he smirked. He told you why he was there. He told you everything. You didn't know why he was telling you all that, you didn't even know whether to trust him or not. They won't do this to him right? She won't do this to Loki.

He cursed you with that information and then he left. Your heart felt heavy as you walked towards your room. Sometimes you wanted to get as far away from him as possible, far away from his messy life, you felt selfish as you thought of that possibility. But then you'd see him and how considerate he was with you and you forgot all about his past, or what happened to him. It's not as if he deserved anything, all that mattered for you in the moment is how he makes you feel. And lord, he makes you feel so good.

You couldn't stop thinking about the conversation you just had, should you tell Loki? If you do, he'd be hurt and broken. If you don't, he would feel betrayed by you. When you came out of the bathroom, you heard knocking on the door. So you opened it quickly, and there he was, a giant tall 6'5 feet worth of problem but also an answer to all of them.

He smiled as he looked at you, you seemed a little zoned out so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you feverishly. Then he closed the door as he got in, he quickly picked you up and turned you around to press you against the door. You forgot about each and every problem bothering you and got lost in him.

"I have missed you birdy" he whispered between the kisses and you looked at him "I have missed you baby" you mumbled and his heart fluttered at the pet name. He loves it so much.

"How did the meeting go?" you asked him as you ran your hands over his chest, the dark gray t-shirt he wore contrasted perfectly against his pale skin.

"Good, I have a photoshoot tomorrow, would you like to accompany me?" He asked you and you nodded mindlessly. You wanted to tell him the truth, you were never good with secrets, but the words failed to come past your lips.

"I couldn't pick you up today, Did you get here safely?" He asked you and you responded in yes as you rubbed your fingers over his cheeks, the bruises faded to almost nothing, another thing bothering you.

"Do you trust me?" He raised his brows as you asked him that but instead of answering you, he hid his face between your neck and sucked harshly. You knew that would leave a mark for sure. His mark. "Since you like them so much" He mumbled and you teared up. You needed to know if he trusted you, not that it would have mattered.

"Why are you like this birdy?" He asked you and you looked down "Like what?"

"So sensitive" he mumbled as he put you down. You looked up at his giant form and he sighed "I do trust you, why did you ask? What happened?" You walked over to your closet to change out of the bathrobe and he leaned against the door.

"Nothing happened, just a random question" you mumbled as you put your pajama on and he smiled. Cutest Little thing.

"Turn around" you told him and he shook his head "Why? I have seen you naked before and I miss the sight of your plump titties" you felt your face heating up at his unabshed answer and you could see him biting his cheek between his teeth as he looked at you intensely "Fine" you undid your robe and he chuckled, he didn't turn around, but he closed his eyes instead.

When you were done putting on a t-shirt, he walked behind you and he hugged you tightly like that "What did I do birdy? Did I make you upset?" He asked softly as he rocked you side to side, his voice so soft and gentle. Why did he have to be so soft when you were on the verge of crying?. The secret weighed on your heart, pulling you down deeper and deeper.

"Nooo loki, it's not you, I'm just Pmsing" That wasn't exactly a lie, you mumbled meekly so he kissed your cheeks . Then he peppered a few kisses on your neck and then he left? He seriously opened the door of your hotel room and left. He didn't seem upset so you texted him.

He did come back, and he came back with a gift basket. Lots of snacks and chocolates, and a small soft toy in there as well.

"It's for me?" You asked him as you took it from him and he shook his head "No it's for Mack" he joked and you opened the wrapping "Whyyy?" You teared up again and he kissed your forehead "You said you were PMSing? I know this helps" he told you and you looked at him "How do you know that?" You asked him and he shrugged.

"How did you know this is my favorite?" You picked up the full size box of your favorite savory snack and he smiled "Saw the wrapper in your trashcan" he told you nonchalantly and you kept the basket down so you could hug him, a certain memory from your past making your heart clench.

"I can't go Jack, I am, I just got my periods, I won't even be able to stand for long" You had to attend a party Jack's boss held and he was up for a promotion in New york and he asked you to go with him. His boss, a very family oriented man and Jack thought it would be good for him if he took you there, but right before you were about to leave, you got your periods. You had been having mild cramps since morning and you were worried about this.

"What do you mean you can't go? He's expecting me to bring you there" he asked you in a stern tone and you had to sit down as your uterus threatened to come out of your vagina. "Jackie please, just make an excuse,I-'' you winced in pain "Can you pass me the painkiller please?" You asked him and he sighed in frustration.

"Take it and come with me, you have to come" he told you, so you did, you spent the next few hours uncomfortable and in pain while he chatted with his colleagues and boss. Next day he apologized, he was just stressed about the promotion. You consoled yourself.

"Tender little thing, what do you need? Tell me?" Loki smiled at you, and he pulled away from the hug "Nothing..I just.. thank you, you're so cute" you tiptoed to kiss him and he leaned down, so you cupped his cheeks as you kissed him. Did he plan to make you fall even more for him today?

"I am not cute" he mumbled and you smiled "You're cute, shhhoooo cutiie" you changed the tone of your voice as if you were talking to a puppy and he glared at you, but there was a hint of smile on his lips. He picked you up effortlessly and then he laid you down on the bed and got on top of you to kiss you "Did you eat?" He asked you and you nodded in confirmation.

"Words, use your words" he glared at you .

"Yesss daddy" you mumbled, that made him smile. "Good girl" you blushed at the praise and you wrapped your legs around him. You loved doing that. "I wouldn't share so much about myself if I didn't trust you birdy, so yes I do trust you but I don't trust you to not break my trust in you" he whispered suddenly and you got stiff under him. You already were in a huge dilemma and this didn't help.

"Would you forgive me if I did?" You asked him and he scrunched his forehead "Are you planning to?"

"Just hypothetical"

"It would depend on your motive"

"And if I break your trust to protect you, would you forgive me?"

"That's oddly specific, birdy, what's going on?" He got up on his knees but you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down

"Nothing, just kiss me" you kissed him passionately, wanting him to forget all about this conversation.

"I want to suck on your cock" you whispered and he looked at you all perplexed, taken aback by your boldness. He looked adorable like that. "Fuck that made me so hard darling" he took his t-shirt off quickly, he didn't like layers anyways and you were not complaining. You sat up along with him, your lips not leaving his even for a moment.

"You're so beautiful " you whispered in his ear and he blushed. Did he just blush? You made him blush right?

"So are you darling" you moved away from him as you got on the floor "Sit on the edge" you told him as you sat on your knees on the floor and he snickered "What makes you think you can just instruct me to do things?" He asked you but he did sit on the edge like you asked and you got between his legs as you slowly unbuttoned his jeans.

"I can't?" You looked him right in the eyes as you spoke confidently and he smirked. You took his shoes off, the sight of you on his feet stirred his carnal desires. He lifted his hips up and pulled the jeans off all the way down. There's one thing you knew very well about him was the fact he liked being naked.

"Look so cute and innocent in your pajamas but deep down you're just another whore playing pretend, aren't you?" He pulled his hair tie out of his wrist and tied your hair up in a high ponytail "Mmm maybe" you stroked his cock in your fist and then leaned down to lick the tip, the sweet and salty taste of his precum made you moan "He never degraded me in bed" you mumbled and his grip on your hair tightened

"Are you trying to piss me off on purpose, little whore?" He asked you and you shook your head quickly, your tongue lapping up his shaft mindlessly "You like being degraded, isn't it so?" He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs and you could feel the wetness starting to pool between your legs "Mmm yess I love it when you humiliate me" you mumbled and he leaned down to kiss you

"He didn't deserve to do this to you babygirl, nobody does, You're mine sweetheart, mine to degrade and dominate as I please" he caressed your cheeks and you stopped licking his tip and looked at him, all wide-eyed and lost, like a puppy. "I'm yours" You asked him or told him and he looked at you. Did he just admit that out loud? Did he just call you his? He didn't care, you became his when he came inside you the first time.

No You became his when he laid his eyes on you.

"Damnn!! straight, let me use your mouth now" he gripped your hair in his fist and you took your tongue out so he could slide in easily. He didn't push himself to hilt inside you, he didn't want to ruin your throat, not just yet. "Squeeze my thighs when you want me to stop okay?" He asked you and you nodded your head.

"Fuck you're warm kitten" You squeezed your legs at the petname and he rolled his hips back and forth, just him grinding his hips in and out of you seemed truly erotic. You have never seen a man like him, not in movies, not in reality, not even in porn. You squeezed on his thighs and he pulled himself out.

"No noo stay in please stay in, sorry" you mumbled incoherently and he caressed your cheeks "Why did you squeeze my thigh?" He asked you and you looked at him "It feels so good daddy" you whined and he leaned down to kiss you sloppily. It was all filthy and messy but you have never felt so aroused. Excluding all the times you have been with him before.

"You can hold my shin if you want to squeeze something okay? Leave my thighs so I would know when you need me to pull out, can you follow my commands sweet girl?" He asked you and you responded in yes, then he pushed himself inside your mouth again. The longer he stayed in, the more you lost your senses, his cock felt like a drug and you got yourself hooked on him the first time you tasted him. As instructed you squeezed his calves when he felt too much, your nails digging into his skin, enhanced the pleasurable feeling.

All of his muscles flexed as you continued to bob your head back and forth, each one of them and he looked as if a Greek god had come to life. "You look so drunk lapping up on daddy's cock, waiting for his milk to fill up your mouth, right kitten?" He mumbled filthy words, and you brought your hand between your legs and squeezed your clothed heat.

"Yeahh touch yourself babygirl, touch yourself while daddy is using your mouth like a sleeve" he grabbed the sides of your head and fucked himself in and out of you, he was going to cum and cum hard. You squeezed his thighs and he pulled himself out of you, you took the time to breathe, you looked like a mess, a pretty pretty mess.

"Daddy please..please cum inside my mouth" you needed him, needed all of him. Each and every drop. He thrust himself inside your mouth again, in and out, in and out , in and out like an animal.

"Take it, take it baby, slurp it all like a good whore , Fuckkk ..I " he grunted as he exploded in your mouth. And you took it all like he asked, he chanted your name under his breath like a mantra. Your senses felt clouded by his voice, his smell, his touch and he called you baby. He has never done that before. You could feel him softening inside you slowly and he pulled himself out of you quickly after that. He dropped down on the bed with a thud, panting and breathing heavily.

You watched him going down, he looked so spent, you did this to him? You made him so out of breath? You kissed the insides of his thighs and you moved upwards, you licked the sweat off from the dip between his torso and then his chest. When you finally reached his face level, he grabbed your head and flipped you around so he could kiss you. His hair clung to his forehead and neck, so you pushed them behind his back with your fingers.

He squeezed your breasts from over your shirt and you winced a little "I'm sorry they feel sore" you mumbled and he went down to kiss them softly one by one, as if apologizing without words. Then he pulled your pajamas down along with your panties, your lips slicked with wetness. His thumb rubbed over your clit in circles and you arched your back as you felt the sensation building quickly. He sucked on your neck and lifted his head up to look at you. He felt his heart fluttering again as he watched your chest rising up and down, you looked so lost, so exquisite.

"Did you mean it daddy?" He snapped out of his thoughts as you looked at him and he pushed his middle and index finger inside your cunt "Mean what ?" He asked you, you scratched your nails on his chest as you felt your orgasm approaching "That I'm yoursss??" you mumbled and he took a deep breath. He didn't want to lie to you even if the truth scared him to the core "Yess I meant it, I meant it birdy, you're my birdy aren't you? You're all mine darling"

And you came so hard, your whole body shuddered with the intensity of your climax. You wanted to belong to him, you wanted to be his. He kept his fingers pumping in and out of you as you rode on your high "Look So pretty when you're falling apart, my prettiest birdy" he whispered in your ear and you held him tightly "Thhank you thank you ..thank you" you mumbled incoherently, feeling overwhelmed with your current state of mind.

He kept kissing you softly until your breathing calmed down and you opened your eyes to look at him. He smiled as he picked you up, then he undressed you and you both showered, Together.

Once you got back to your sober senses, the guilt creeped in again. You don't want to hide things from him. That would only create more misunderstandings in the future and you didn't want that.

He put on his briefs and you changed back into your PJ's.

"I can tell that you don't want to go out for dinner, I'll get something and come back, something you crave?" he chuckled as he put his jeans on and you looked at him. "Italian?" You mumbled as he dressed up, then he kissed you softly and went out to grab dinner. You had to tell him the truth. He trusts you. You Don't want to break his trust.

You paced back and forth contemplating over the situation you were in, what if he doesn't believe you? What if he thinks you're lying? What if he leaves? You didn't want to hurt him but you didn't want to hide either. When he came back you couldn't stop staring at him and he knew something was up with you. He could just tell. He could read you.

"What's wrong?" He asked you so you hugged him and sighed deeply, your heart thumping in your chest.

"Loki there's something I need to tell you" he nodded his head, and pulled you away by your shoulders "What's wrong?" He repeated the same thing again, he felt a pang in his heart as he imagined the worst scenarios in his head. Are you done with him ? Do you not want to see him anymore? Do you regret what just happened?

"When I came back today, Thor was waiting for me in the lobby" His eyes widened as soon as he heard you. How did he get here? Why heimdall didn't inform him? How did he even find you?

"What did he do?" He asked you as his eyes teared up and the grip on your shoulders tightened. He was going to kill Thor if he did hurt you in any way. "You trust me?" You asked him again and he nodded

"He told me something, I don't know if he was lying but at the same time I don't want to hide it from you" you teared up as you spoke and he pulled you closer to kiss your forehead "Just tell me birdy, did he find mother?" he mumbled and you looked at him.

"Yess"

His heart felt heavy all of a sudden, he would take her, he would take her back to Odin.

"I gotta go" you grabbed his arms as he pulled away from you "No loki listen to me please just listen" you pleaded him but you knew his thoughts were running haywire at the moment "She could be in danger I have to leave y/n" he raised his voice a little but you didn't lose your grip on him. His eyes red, with anger with worry.

"That's what I want to tell you, please listen to me" you cupped his cheeks and he calmed down for a second but nothing could have prepared him for what he heard next.

"Thor said, he knew about Frigga's whereabouts all along, he said that he has been seeing her behind your back all these years"

And the look in his eyes will haunt you forever.

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sugxrslushy · 2 years

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Are you still out there?

➪ a/n: this solely came from that one idea where whatever your soulmate writes of your body appears on your own. I just though Law’s tattoos would be cool for that so here we are with a dumb little fic. it’s not really much, just an idea I had haha

➪ includes: law (w/ a gn!reader)(soulmate au!)

➪ warnings: death but not really?? idk reader thinks someone does but n o p e. I should also mention that I have an idea about laws backstory but have never actually watched it, so sorry if there’s any mistakes!!

Soulmates. Most people upon hearing that would laugh and cast the idea aside. It’d always seemed like such a silly idea, even to you although you’d seen the living proof of it. Little marks and messages scrawled across the skin of people you knew, drawn by their soulmate far away always taunted you, proving you wrong.

Maybe you were just being pessimistic or trying not to accept the truth. When you were younger, your body had been covered with white splotches along your skin. Upon first seeing it, your mother had shrieked and rushed you to the hospital. The doctors examined it and solemnly informed your mom of something.

It was amber lead syndrome.

You didn’t have it, but your soulmate did. And it was going to kill them.

You weren’t the only person who’d lost a soulmate before meeting them. There were plenty of people who noticed how the small scribbles and marks they saw along their body suddenly stopped appearing. It left people devastated, your other half was gone and you were incomplete.

And the moment you’d despised finally came one day, the white splotches faded away and never returned. You’d grown used to seeing the odd spots on your skin, your body almost felt empty without them. Or maybe it was your chest that felt empty, mourning the love you’d never met.

You wondered how old they were. Your heart ached at the thought that if they were younger than you, you weren’t even that old yourself when the marks suddenly disappeared. Hopefully someone had been by their side in their final moments, the thought of them dying alone left a bitter taste in your mouth.

The thought stuck with you for years, it followed you everywhere. You’d never thought the death of someone you’d never known would weigh so heavy on your consciousness. It drove you through some nights, you wanted to know more about them but was never given the chance. You were stuck in the dark for the rest of your life about them.

You grew up with the thought on your mind, following you as you navigated life on the water. Among the free seas you found that you weren’t alone, plenty of others had a soulmate who’d suddenly disappeared and left them heartbroken. They shared their mourning with you, and you could only wonder about their mysterious soulmates they’d never met in addition to your own.

You’d also meet some strange cases. A young boy with a straw hat who’d convinced you to join his crew told you he’d never had a soulmate to begin with. There was not one day where anything had appeared on his skin, and shockingly, he was never bothered. His hunger for adventure outweighed love.

You felt at ease among the new crew, the pressure of having a soulmate didn’t matter here. From the swordsman who couldn’t care less about the scribbles that’d appear on his arm to your own captain who didn’t have one, you didn’t feel out of place for yours having passed.

You almost forgot about them, until the one day you watched as a dark black line began to appear along your body. It was slow, sketching out a design carefully. You watched speechlessly and in fascination as it slowly began to form the shape of a heart on your chest with a smiling jolly roger in the middle.

“What the hell?” You murmured, flicking on the light to get a better look. You rubbed at your eyes and looked down again, wondering if you were just dreaming. It was still there, the tattoo standing out boldly against your skin with more lines branching off of it. And for once, your heart fluttered with excitement.

They were alive.

It took a month for lines to stop appearing, whoever had gotten it had taken their time. You could only imagine how much of a pain the whole piece was, a mural of swirling black lines making up hearts and other symbols along your upper body.

The part that had made you giggle was the letters spelling out “death” along your knuckles. They definitely seemed like an optimistic person.

You almost felt delirious over this, it was way too odd for it to be true. No one survived from amber lead disease, there’d never been a found cure for it. Yet your soulmate seemed alive and well, living his life just fine somewhere out in the world.

You ran a finger over the lines on your chest, tracing the heart. It was odd, why had they gotten a heart? It made no sense to get something so sweet while they had death tattooed on their hands. And what pirate crew had a flag with that jolly roger? Was it even a jolly roger?

Luffy was ecstatic when he saw the marks on your body. He was filled with question after question and you could only answer a few, having to peel the rubbery man off of you so that you could catch a breath. You could barely understand it yourself.

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From your spot at the back of the auction hall, you saw him. The captain of the heart pirates, a man with a 200,000,000 belli bounty on his head and nicknamed the “surgeon or death”. He had a cold glare and you felt uneasy, but maybe that was also from the whole auction house having their attention on you.

Chaos had ensued as expected and things went to shit. But the only thing on your mind was the noticeable tattoos along his knuckles. You wished you’d gotten a better look, the tattoos held your attention like they were hypnotic. But things never went as planned with the Strawhats.

Now you weren’t even on the same island.

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Punk hazard was cold, but your body was unreasonably warm. You pinned it on the excitement of seeing the now warlord on the island. He was as cold as ever but it didn’t make your curiosity disappear.

Your skin almost felt like it was on fire the closer to the man you stood. You ran your finger over the letters, tracing them with a curious feeling welling in you. It almost didn’t feel real, you had a soulmate and you were so sure it was him.

You’d caught sight of the letters across his knuckles and you couldn’t fight the smile on your face, even if you were in a life or death situation. Five letters spelling out in dark ink the word “death”, accompanied by a black cross on the back of his hand.

Each little mark and accent to the tattoo was mimicked on your own hand.

Trafalgar Law. That was the name of your soulmate. The man you’d thought died all those years ago. And yet here he stood, alive and well in front of you on Punk Hazard

Soulmates are a weird thing, aren’t they?

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certifiedskywalker · 3 years

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How to Make the Right Decision in Five Simple Steps - Bucky Barnes

On the daily, people are thrust into situations that force them to make a choice, sometimes a series of choices. Since meeting each other, you and Bucky have struggled to decide when to speak up, when to tell your truths to the other.

WARNINGS: implied sexual intimacy

PART ONE: How to Make Small Talk in Five Simple Steps

I. Identify your end goal.

“Alright, James,” you drawled as you walked towards your home. The streets were no longer as busy, bathed in an orange sunset glow. “Tell me-”

“Not James.”

“Not James?”

Bucky shook his head, but you saw the barely-there hints of a smile on his lips. It made him look softer, as did the golden hour light. “My full name...it makes me feel...old.”

“Old!? You’re what, one hundred and ten?”

“One hundred and six,” he corrected, his blue eyes meeting your gaze for only a moment before he focused back on the path you both walked. “Plus, it’s what Raynor calls me.”

“Not Mr. Barnes?”

As you asked, teasingly bumping your shoulder into his. Though, you quickly found that to be a mistake as your right arm collided with his left. Immovable and metal, the impact knocked you to the side. Before you could even yelp in fear of falling, Bucky’s hand shot out, fingers gleaming with their dark alloy, and held you in place. When you found your footing and a degree of stability, you looked up into Bucky’s blue eyes.

They were wide with concern as he asked, “are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, just,” you warily glanced to his gloved left hand, “I forgot.”

“Oh,” he pulled his hand away, “already?”

“It’s not every day a handsome man reveals he has a Vibratium arm.”

“Vibranium.”

“I was close,” you sighed, holding out your hand. Bucky’s brow furrowed at your waiting, open palm. As if to convey a secret message, you waggled your fingers at him.

“What is it?”

“Give me your hand,” you said sheepishly, as warmth spread across your cheeks. His face lifted with the clarity you supplied, yet he hesitated to give you his left hand. It remained fixed at his side until you pressed. “So I don’t forget, again.”

Wordlessly, Bucky nodded and relented. His gloved hand reached out to your bare one and, now knowing the limb was metal, you were not surprised by the strength of his grip. Though, as if he could sense your thoughts, Bucky’s hand went lax in yours, almost limp. That was until you gripped it tighter and pulled him along to walk again.

“So, Mr. Barnes, what-”

“Not that either,” he interrupted, his eyes meeting yours for the briefest of seconds.

“You’re no fun,” you teased before you felt a pang of regret strike in your chest like a shock. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be joking, after all you’ve told me.”

“No, I...I’m not...who I told you about, that’s who I was but he wasn’t even really me. The Winter Soldier,” Bucky’s voice dropped as he said the name and he eyed distracted passersby, “is...he’s my history. I’m trying to make up for that.”

“Reparations. The court ordered therapy.”

“It’s a start,” Bucky agreed.

His tone was serious, lined with a cold edge that made you frown. Only when you glanced up at him did you feel your worry ebb. You caught his side profile perfectly as sunlight shone between two skyscrapers. His visage was cast so wonderfully, he looked nearly ethereal. Then, as you continued to walk side by side, the light was blocked behind more grey buildings. Their shadows fell across your shoulders and the sidewalk. In that same moment, Bucky looked down at you.

“And I like that you joke, that you forgot,” he said as your breath caught. Even in the shade of the city, Bucky looked lighter. Perhaps it was the lingering bits of a smile that played on his lips. You weren’t sure. “But, uh, sorry. I keep cutting you off.”

“Oh! It’s alright,” you swallowed hard, “now I just gotta figure out what to call you.”

“By my name? Bucky?”

“I mean like a nickname,” you clarified, but Bucky’s brows were knitted once more.

“It’s kinda already my nickname.”

“But my nickname, for you,” you stressed, instinctively squeezing the hand of his that you held. You frowned when you realized he might not have felt it.

“Why do you need a special one?”

“You know, now since we’re,” you paused then, as you felt your tongue may trip on the next word and because you weren’t sure if it was even the right word. “Friends.”

A moment of silence passed between you and it took all you had to tear your eyes from Buckys. When you did, your gaze fell upon a nearby building facade that looked familiar. At the sight, your heart sank. Mid-stride you stopped and turned to face Bucky, ready to give him the news. Though, before you could, he spoke up.

“Friends?”

“Yeah, friends,” you echoed, though, in your head, your words sounded more like a question. Bucky’s expression was unreadable, only adding to your hesitation.

“Friends,” he repeated slowly as if testing the word out.

His lips curved into what you could only describe as a forced half-smile as the other half of his mouth remained fixed in a frown. It was almost as if he could not decide how he felt about the word, its power in defining whatever your joined hands and the way you looked at each other meant. You couldn’t decide either. Now that you knew Bucky, you wanted to know more, to know why he let you hold his hand and why he looked at you with such softness that you stomach fluttered so. You wanted him, or did you want the idea of him that you had in your head, the idea of Bucky that you created when you met in the waiting room?

But rather than face that indecision, you glanced to the apartment complex doors that stood still to your right. “Um, well, this is me.”

“Oh,” immediately, his hand dropped from yours. “Alright.”

You lingered a moment on the bottom step leading up to the porch. Bucky’s eyes were trained on you as if waiting for something, longing for something. Though, Bucky was too much of a gentleman to ask, to feed it. You felt it too, heard it whispered in a little voice in your head. Invite him upstairs, you fool!

“I’ll see you, same time next week?” There was a teasing tilt in his voice as he asked like he knew how much it sounded like Dr. Raynor or Dr. Briam. You, now broken out of your thoughts, smiled.

“I’ll mark the appointment in my calendar,” you said, playing along. “Or, you could text me. You do have my number, after all.”

“Maybe. I still don’t know how I feel about smartphones.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re proving that ‘old dog, new tricks’ saying right when you say that, you know.”

“I’ll see you later, Y/N,” Bucky said, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned as he turned around to walk back the way you came.

You watched him go before you climbed up the stairs to your apartment building door. As you fiddled in your pocket for the keys, you looked back in his direction. You swore that your mind was playing tricks on you. You swore that this day was long and emotionally taxing and it must have been your brain’s way of telling you it was time to rest.

But you could not shake the sight, the look in his face when you saw that Bucky Barnes had looked back too.

II. Gather information to best weigh your options.

“What’s that?”

Bucky looked up from the small notebook in his hands as you sat in the seat, your chair, beside his. “Good afternoon to you too.”

“Is it your diary?” You feigned a dramatic gasp and pressed a hand to your chest. “Are you writing about me?”

A small, breathy laugh, almost true, fell from his lips. “I wish.”

Then, it was your turn to chuckle. “I think the proper response is ‘you wish’.”

“No,” he held your gaze and you felt that Bucky was seeing through you. No, not through you but into you, into your heart and soul. “I meant I wish.”

“Well then,” you took a quick breath to replace the one Bucky’s words knocked from your lungs. “What are you writing about, Buckaroo?”

“No.”

You grinned. “What?”

“No to ‘Buckaroo’ or whatever the Hell you just said. That can’t be my nickname.”

“Worth a shot,” you sighed as you leaned back in the chair. Bucky let out an amused huff and you savored the lightness of the sound. Comfortable that the almost new nickname diffused the tension, you let your body curl into your seat. Though, your eyes quickly landed on his hands, how they rested in his lap and held tight to the small notebook. Bucky let out a trembling breath and looked back at you.

Your eyes snapped to his and you saw only a heavy glaze of seriousness in the blue. “It’s my...it’s how I’m making amends.”

“Dr. Raynor has you journaling?”

“It’s more of a list.”

“A list,” you leaned towards him, intrigued. “Of good deeds?”

Bucky’s eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back again. It was a momentary slip of his gaze, but it did not ease the trembling of your next breath.

“No,” he replied, letting his attention fall to his notebook. “A list of names...”

He trailed off and raised his head, fixing his eyes on the too-high windows of the waiting room. And, just like that, Bucky was out of your reach again. His mind was towards the glass a dozen feet above from where you both sat, lost in some fogged memory. The other day, when he told you his name, his past, and about the Winter Soldier, you asked him if he remembered what he did in his ‘living weapon’ state.

All of them, he told you; though, in that moment, you weren’t sure to who or what ‘them’ referred to. Now, you had a sinking heaviness in your gut. You did not want it to be true. You did not want this heft of knowing more if it hurt Bucky. Them, the victims. His victims.

“People that you-no, not you. People that he hurt in the past when-”

Before you could finish, Bucky looked at you. Sadness carved lines in his face like scars, all around his mouth and eyes. He suddenly appeared older and your resolve broke. You had a feeling that knowing more about the real Bucky would melt your heart, but this felt more like an ache. It was clear he felt the same pain.

“Hey,” you reached your hand out and wrapped your fingers around his forearm. “You can’t change the past, only the now. And you’re trying to do that, right?”

“I’m trying, but...it’s not...better.”

“The guilt?”

Bucky only nodded in reply, his eyes never once leaving yours.

“I mean, I don’t know what Raynor is having you do but, if this way,” you tipped your head towards his notebook, “if it isn’t working, maybe it’s time to try something else. Try to make them feel better than you do.”

“How?” You frowned at the croaking desperation in his voice. Instinctively, hoping to comfort and console, your grip tightened around Bucky’s metal wrist.

“Give closure if you can, hope to others,” you shrugged, “just be there.”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded and you saw the corner of his mouth twitch up slightly as he looked at you. “I would have never thought you’d be so wise.”

A forced laugh spilled from your lips. “It’s the therapy and the trauma.”

“We both have baggage,” Bucky sighed, letting his eyes fall to the carpeted floor of the waiting room. You let your gaze follow his and saw how near you two were to each other. Your foot was close to his and smaller in comparison.

“It’s what makes us human, right?” You nudged his foot with yours as you asked and, when you looked back at Bucky’s face, you saw his eyes on you.

“Right.”

For a moment, you saw him as you did last week: walking away from your apartment building, eyes fixed on you as he looked over his shoulder. Was he thinking of that same second glance back? Was he too overcome by the desire to know more about you as you were about him? Or was he thinking that you knew too much, that it was only a matter of time before he scared you away for good?

You wanted to ask. You wanted to know. The way he was looked at you was tortuous. Yet, all that you managed to get out was: “you didn’t text me.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you wanted to pull them back in. Bucky’s face fell and his brow furrowed, and you wanted to scream. Or cry, or both. Both would do the trick.

“I didn’t mean to-” you began but stopped when Bucky started to speak.

“I was going to but I thought-”

“James.”

In turn, you and Bucky shifted your attention to Dr. Raynor. The woman poked her head out from behind the door of her office. Her displeased expression only grew more pointed when her dark eyes fell on your hand on Bucky’s wrist. Immediately, you pulled your fingers away, as if her sharp gaze stung your skin.

“I’m ready for you,” she grumbled, before retreating into the dark of her room. You glanced back at Bucky, whose eyes remained fixed on the now open door.

“You should go,” you murmured, and your voice proved to be enough to coax Bucky’s attention towards you. “Best not to keep the Grinch waiting.”

“I wanted to, I,” Bucky let out a sharp exhale through his nose. “I will text you.”

“Sure you will,” you said, hoping that your teasing tone outshone the hurt that lingered in your chest. “I’m sure you will, Buckaroo.”

“Still no.” Bucky stood up and looked down at you. “And I will. I’ll…”

You waved a hand at him. “Just go. I was kidding anyway.”

Bucky frowned but didn’t press the matter further. Instead, he started towards the door to Raynor’s office and, this time, as he walked away, he didn’t look back.

III. Consider the consequences.

“Can I walk you home again?”

At the sound of his voice, you jumped as you walked out of Raynor and Briam’s offices. With eyes wide and mouth agape, you stared at Bucky, who you hadn’t seen in weeks. At your shocked expression, he reached up and scratched the back of his head. He was nervous.

And he should be. “Bucky?! What...where have you been?!”

“It’s a long story,” he sighed, letting his hand fall back to his side. You eyed him, unwilling to let him talk his way out of his sudden, frightening absence. It was difficult to do: Bucky was still as handsome as ever. His hair looked softer in the light of day, outside of the grey of the waiting room, and his blue eyes were brighter than the last time you saw him.

“Well, I’ve got time for you to tell it,” you said, breaking from the trance his features put you in. You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to stay stern.

“Y/N, it was a matter of national importance,” Bucky assured, a small quirk pulling up at the corner of his mouth. Though, you were unamused.

“I’ve been waiting alone...I was worried. You just...disappeared. Without a word!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to worry.” Bucky nodded and a bitter laugh slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

“You didn’t text me,” you whimpered, your sternness melting under the heated pain of missing him. “And I’m not kidding this time.”

“I know,” he whispered, his eyes falling to the sidewalk before he continued. “I know and I want to explain.”

A long, strained pause fell over you both as you loitered before the doorway, staring at each other. Before you could speak up or try to tear your eyes from Bucky’s, a man, a new client of Dr. Raynor, started up the steps. To avoid being bumped into, you stepped forwards and nearly collided with Bucky. His hand reflexively reached out, shining under the sun, and held you still, secure.

“Sorry,” you murmured, as the new client disappeared inside the office. Your eyes flicked from Buckys to his hand that lingered on your upper arm. A shock of surprise rushed through you when you fully realized he was without his gloves. You turned your gaze back to Bucky’s and studied his somber expression. “No gloves?”

“Like I said, I want to explain.”

“You wanna tell me your long story in the doorway like it’s small talk?”

“No,” Bucky soothed, sensing your anger, “I want to walk you home if you’ll let me.”

You took a long, debating breath and glanced over Bucky’s face. There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. You had not seen them so clear before. No longer were they as fogged and distant as the windows in the waiting room. Originally, you thought learning more about him would make Bucky feel less far away, but then he left. Now that he was back, he was closer than ever.

You weren’t about to push him away.

“Okay. Tell me your story, Jimmy.”

Bucky scoffed, “Jimmy?”

“I don’t know,” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. “James, Jimmy. It works, sort of. You being away threw me off my game.” You started down the stonework stairs and Bucky followed suit. As you both began to walk in the direction of your apartment, you felt as if everything was back as it should be again.

“I missed you too.”

At his words, you pressed you lips together to keep from smiling too broadly. Heat spread along your cheeks as you snuck a glance up to Bucky. His eyes were fixed on you still, watching, reading, and smiling. Really, truly smiling.

You swallowed hard and turned your eyes back to the sidewalk. “As much as I would love to hear about how much you missed me, you have a story?”

He sighed, “yes, and I have this friend…”

“Sam?” You asked, hoping you remembered the man’s name from when Bucky told you about the Falcon so long ago.

“Yeah, Sam.”

Then, he told you everything. He told you about John Walker, the shield, and the serum. He told you about a baron named Zemo and Wakanda’s Dora Milaje. He told you about the Flag Smashers and fighting for what’s right. He told you about the Wilson’s boat in Louisiana. He told you about how he didn’t want to put you in harm’s way.

“That’s why I didn’t text you,” he explained, “the Flag Smashers were using an app and their phones. They called Sarah, Sam’s sister, threatened her and her kids.”

“But they’re okay, right?”

“Yeah, they’re fine,” Bucky said with a fond glint in his eyes. “Played with the kids at the party.”

“Party?” You asked, a grin spreading along your lips. “I see how it is. You didn’t text me because I wasn’t invited to the after-party, huh?”

“No, actually, Sam wanted to fly you out.”

“What?!” You glanced at Bucky and stopped mid-stride. “He knows about me?”

“Of course. I told him about you,” Bucky smiled softly as he stopped. His hands were shoved in his jacket pockets, shoulders back and relaxed. He looked so wonderfully put together, more confident than before. “How could I not?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, bashfully flicking your eyes around the sidewalk. It was only then you realized you were outside your apartment building. It felt too soon.

“Well, I did.” Bucky stepped towards you, hands slipping out from his pockets. You eyed the hand that was his flesh, the rough skin of his palm before you met his gaze.

“Then, why didn’t you ask me? Fly me out?”

“Would you have wanted to come?”

“I…”

At your hesitance, Bucky leaned in closer. You could smell the leather of his jacket and notes of smoke. His blue eyes were searching your face and you felt another rush of warmth rise up and spread like gentle fires across your skin. The feeling stole your breath away, dulled your every thought until only Bucky remained.

“Would you have come?”

His second ask conjured an image in your mind: one of smiles and his arm around your waist, holding you to his side as party-goers danced. You saw kids and Bucky smiling as they threw fake punches at him and laughed when he played along. Then you saw his hands, both flesh and metal, cupping your face at the end of the evening. An evening like the one that surrounded you both.

In the soft light, you saw only Bucky, what you knew and didn’t know about him; but not a single regret. Not a single consequence.

“Yes,” you finally replied. “I would’ve.”

You were so close that you felt Bucky’s gentle sigh of relief against your skin. “Then I should’ve asked. Should’ve texted.”

“You said that you would,” you pointed out.

“You’re right. So, I guess I owe you one.”

“One text?” You smiled and Bucky shook his head.

“One text, one invitation,” Bucky’s eyes flicked to your lips then back up to meet your gaze. A lump formed in your throat at the sight. You glanced to the door of your apartment complex and then back to Bucky.

“So, if I invite you up, you’re obliged to accept?”

IV. Make your decision.

You made the choice to invite Bucky Barnes up to your apartment, but you did not remember how you led him to the door. Adrenaline dulled the proposal in your memory. For that, you were glad because, otherwise, you would have panicked as you and Bucky rode up to your floor in the elevator. Tension would have swallowed you whole, drowned you.

Before you knew it, you were inside your apartment.

“It’s nice in here,” Bucky mused, glancing around your small studio.

You mirrored his movements, eyed the exposed brick walls and scattered posters. What furniture you had was older and a small TV was precariously sat on a coffee table with a mess of wires behind it. Your kitchenette was untouched, but your garbage can nearly overflowed with trash from prepackaged meals.

“It’s not much to look at.”

“It’s cozier than my place,” Bucky said, turning to look at you from over his shoulder, “it looks like the guys’ apartment from that one show. Amigos?”

“Amigos?” You raised a brow at him as you shed your coat and draped it over the back of your favorite chair. “Never heard of it.”

“No, that’s not the name,” Bucky snapped his fingers, trying to magically summon the proper title. “It’s about friends, in New York. They live across the hall and go to some coffee shop all the time. And they’re all white.”

You laughed, “you mean F.R.I.E.N.D.S?”

“That’s it,” Bucky groaned, “it was on Steve’s list.”

“Steve’s list?” You walked into your small living room as you asked, settling on your couch. With practiced ease, the cushions gave in to your weight and you felt a rush of comfort soothe over your slight nervousness.

“That notebook, the one I used for my amends. It was Steve’s before,” Bucky wandered further into your apartment until he stood in your living room, stood before where you sat on the couch. “He made a list of all the things he missed. Movies, types of food, music, and TV shows. A lot of pop-culture things that I still don’t know.”

“Clearly,” you teased. Your light tone caught Bucky’s attention back to you. His blue eyes were darker in the limited sunset light that shone through your windows.

“I’d like to know more,” he pressed, “more about you.”

Your mouth went dry at his words but you managed to squeak out: “then ask.”

Bucky nodded and took a seat on the couch cushion beside you. You turned to face him, waiting for his questions and found yourself dumbstruck by the softness in his face.

“How would you describe yourself?”

A laugh slipped past your lips. It was laced with the sweet memory of the second time you and Bucky Barnes ever spoke to each other. That stupid magazine quiz. When you managed to collect yourself, you saw that Bucky wore a closed-lipped smile.

“In lifestyle quiz terms or in my own terms?”

“Up to you,” Bucky replied, throwing his left arm over the back of your couch.

“Hmm, I don’t know...maybe like a well-read owl?”

Bucky let out an amused huff. “You like to you read?”

“Sometimes. There are a few books I like,” you gestured to the somewhat sparse bookcase in the corner, “but it’s mostly just stuff online now.”

“Ever read The Hobbit?”

“That’s an oddly specific title,” you observed, unable to help the slight grin that pulled at your lips. “Why The Hobbit?”

“I know there are movies out now, a few years ago. But I read it,” Bucky took a breath, “when it first came out.”

“Wow,” you exclaimed, “that’s very hipster of you to say.”

“What do you mean?”

“There really is so much you don’t know,” you jested at his question.

“You mock me, but at least I’m not addicted to my phone.”

“Careful, you’re showing your age,” you laughed. When he failed to return your expression, your chest tightened. “What’s wrong?”

“Does that...does that make you nervous?”

“Your age? No,” you shook your head. “How good you look at a century old? Yes.”

Bucky smiled and his cheeks pinked, but his eyes fell to his lap. “But everything I told you, about me, my past, you’re not nervous? You’re not...scared?”

“No,” you replied quickly, “no, Buck, I’m not scared of you.”

Bucky didn’t respond and, for a moment, you feared that he hated that nickname too. Yet, rather than say so, he stared into your eyes with his lips slightly parted, waiting. At the sight, you felt a wonderful twisting in your gut as Bucky leaned in.

V. Assess the outcome(s).

You made the choice to invite Bucky Barnes up to your apartment, but you had no choice to make when it came to wanting him. You were stupid in believing there was any choice before. There was no decision to make. Not when Bucky already felt right.

Not when his hand, when the rough skin of his palm pressed ever-so-gently against your cheek. His thumb traced across the apple of your cheek as his fingers moved to hold your jaw. Just as they did so many tantalizing times before, Bucky’s eyes danced along your lips before he met your gaze once more. It was a silent question.

“Bucky,” you murmured, tone dripping with want.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

The one word is all he needed to hear. Bucky leaned in further, tilted your face up with his thumb and forefinger, and pressed his lips to yours. It was a careful kiss. As if he is scared that you lied, that you were scared and would pull away swiftly. When you lingered, Bucky tipped his lips away from yours and took a breath. You did the same and smiled.

“Was that your first kiss since before World War two?”

Bucky blinked and lifted his slightly hooded eyes to meet your gaze. His pupils were blown and his breathing incredibly slow as he drank in your pleased expression. He had lovely eyelashes, you noticed. They framed the lightness of his eyes so perfectly.

“Any complaints?” His voice was low and sent a shivering shudder down your spine.

“No,” you replied in a desperate breath.

Bucky smiled and leaned in again, captured your lips with his. His hand remained against your jaw with his fingertips kissing your neck. Your own hands traveled up along his broad chest to his neck. His skin was deliciously warm, a sharp contrast to the cool metal of his left hand when it found rest on your waist.

A gasp slipped out of your mouth at the sudden cold, but Bucky was quick to swallow the sound. He trailed searing, no longer careful kisses from your lips to your jaw to your neck. You were a wire made live by his touch. To keep the current, you moved your hands from his neck to his soft, short brown hair. You tugged on the strands, eliciting a muffled moan from his lips.

“Buck,” you mewled as he dragged both of his hands down to your hips and pulled you into his lap. At the sound of the nickname, his wandering touch paused and he let his lips brush along your skin. A barely-there touch.

You looked down at him, saw his kiss-swollen lips, and met his want-filled eyes. Despite the clear desire in his expression and the lust that pooled in your stomach, he seemed suddenly restrained. Worried that maybe he felt this was all too much too fast, you let your hands fall to his shoulders. He did not seem distant but his silence made you wary to continue.

“What is it?”

“I should’ve texted you sooner, doll,” he whispered, pressing his thumbs into your hips. “Wanted to the day I got your number but…”

He trailed off and, to keep him in the moment, to keep his eyes on you, you moved a hand up to Bucky’s face. “Stay out of your head and I’ll stay out of mine. Just be with me now, okay?”

He stayed quiet, watching you as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. As you did, Bucky’s hands tightened on your hips and pulled you flush against him. You didn’t moan then, but when his fingers, both of metal and flesh, slipped under the hem of your shirt, an involuntary whine escaped you. Bucky smiled into the kiss before you trailed more down his jaw.

“Okay,” he murmured, far too smug for your liking. You pulled your lips from his skin and eyed him vexedly.

Before you could tease or provoke, Bucky craned his neck and kissed you hard. You felt his thighs shift beneath your own and, in a flash, your back was laid against the couch cushions. Bucky’s weight slightly rested on you, pressing against your body marvelously. Heat lingered in the paths of his hands as they explored still covered tracks of your skin. His lips followed suit and you melted completely into bliss.

VI. Daybreak.

Light slipped through the window and cast your bedroom in an orange sunrise glow. You weren’t entirely sure how you and Bucky ended up in your bed. Well, you did, but you were still lost in the haze that surrounded the actions of the night before. Parts of your body still tingled, electrified by Bucky’s lingering touch.

You could feel it still, a tickling that emanated from where Bucky’s skin remained pressed against yours. His arm was slung around your bare waist, warm and snug. With your head on the pillow, you turned to study Bucky’s face. Sleep looked good on him.

His eyelashes fanned out against the peaks of his cheeks, which made him look angelic. You tried to remember if you had ever seen him so at peace before. Images of the waiting room danced before your eyes. You could only recall the relief that flashed across his face when he told you about his nightmares. Though, compared to the relaxed brow and softness laid before you, that expression was far from peaceful.

Unable to help yourself, you trailed your fingertips along the length of Bucky’s forearm that was wrapped around you. Under your touch, you saw the muscles beneath the skin flex and his hold on you tightened. When you glanced back at Bucky’s face, you were met with a pair of sleepy blue eyes.

“Mornin’,” he greeted, his voice gravelly from disuse.

“Morning. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I’m a light sleeper.” As he spoke, his arm around your waist squeezed once more. Now, your side was pressed to his chest and the scruff on Bucky’s chin prickled against your skin.

“You sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” he beamed, lifting his head from your pillow. “Better than okay.”

You smiled right back at him. “No nightmares or anything?”

“Not last night,” he said lowly as he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Didn’t have a chance to.”

You reached a hand up to his hair as Bucky trailed gentle pecks along your jaw. A hum of contentment rose up your throat as he moved against you. You trailed your fingers through his messed hair and sighed. Bucky pulled away at the sound and peered down at you.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, gently brushing your hair back with his left hand. The coolness of the Vibranium woke you up fully and you reached a hand out to grab his wrist.

“And you’re intolerable, James Buchanan Barnes.” You intertwined your fingers with his metal ones and grinned. He returned the expression as he pinned your hand against the space beside your head.

“No jokes, no teasing,” he persisted, “you’re beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to the column of your throat and you sighed a thank you.

“You are too.” Bucky pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. “I mean, why else do you think I talked to you in the waiting room?”

A laugh rumbled up in Bucky’s chest and you felt the vibration of the sound against your own. “I thought it was because I was new.”

“Well yeah, and handsome,” you grinned. Bucky’s eyes drank in your expression and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander back to that first meeting. “You looked lonely.”

“Until you,” he murmured, echoing your words from long ago.

You nodded under his softening gaze. “Until you.”

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