#i may have been inspired but i never said i would be able to pull it off
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Only You, Darling
✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader
✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel begins to worry about his unborn child, considering his spider DNA and history of losing people, he worries if things are only meant for the worst.
✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Dark Red” by Steve Lacy. When I tell you about the grip Miguel has on me! I love this man.
✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 982
✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, pregnancy, light angst, established relationship, mentions of cheating, mentions of intercourse, swearing, little paranoia, very fluffy…
You stared at the positive test. You remained still before looking back at the other five positive tests. Your breathing became ragged as you knew Miguel would be home in a few hours.
You still had some time left, hide the evidence and find a way to explain it to Miguel. He thought that it was almost impossible to get you pregnant, which is why you hoped it wouldn’t make him think of the worst. You wouldn’t blame him if he did.
You begin cleaning up the torn boxes and used tests, throwing them in the small garbage bin without a second thought. You shouldn’t be worried about this now, you should be worried if Miguel was going to make it home on time or late, again.
But all the silence scared you to death as there was no way to calm you. Nothing would stop you from pacing around the living room. What felt like minutes were hours, and when your head snapped in the direction of a thud coming from your shared room. You cursed to yourself, knowing only one person to take the window instead of the front door.
“(Y/n)!” You heard him call out.
You choke on your words for a few seconds before finally being able to speak, “...I’m in the living room!”
You could practically hear him let out a sigh of relief as you heard his footsteps from your room and to the living room, seeing him still in his costume, “I thought you went out for a run again.”
“Well, I do know how much you hate them.”
“Because you take them during the night, I’ve told you how dangerous it is.” He comes to you, placing a quick kiss on your lips before pulling back, “I’m going to get washed up.” He walks to the bathroom but stops and looks over his shoulder, “Care to join me?”
“Well I-”
“That’s fine.” Miguel tells you, “But I could use someone to wash my back.”
“Miguel-”
And he sped to the bathroom, tired but… Shit! You never took out the trash!
“Miguel!” You call out again but no answer. You were too late, he’s already in the bathroom. You still had time, all you needed to was not freeze in place and open the damn door! But you can’t. You didn’t have the right to keep this information from Miguel, he deserves to know.
While you left him in the bathroom, you sat on your shared bed, waiting for him…
It’s been a half-hour. No sound of the shower turning on or anything from the bathroom. But your heart drops, hearing the door open and Miguel comes to the room, test in hand as his eyes tell his whole expression.
“I-”
“I know you didn’t cheat on me.” He whispers, setting the test on the dresser, “But how long have you known for?”
“Just this morning, a few hours after you left for work.” You answer.
“Just this morning?”
“Just this morning.” You repeat, looking into his eyes.
Miguel takes a deep breath, “Okay, okay.” But then he grabs a duffle bag from your closet and sets it on the bed, he pulls open your drawer and starts filing the bag up, “You can’t stay here.” He answers before you say anything.
“Listen to me, Miguel.”
“It’s not safe for you here.”
“Miguel-”
“I’m a danger and you know it.”
“Miguel!” You grab his wrist, “Stop. You know damn well I trust you with my life. You may think that’s the worst thing I ever said but I mean it. I know you have the strength to protect me, I love you Miguel and I promised to stand by you no matter what happens. So please, don’t push me away.”
“It’s not that I’m a danger to you, I don’t deserve you.”
“You deserve everything, Miguel. And I’m hoping that you will let me give it all to you.” Feeling his arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as if it was his last day.
The next couple of weeks were filled with doctor visits and holded up at home. It’s not like you didn’t stay home before, it’s just Miguel wanted to be sure you were in a safe location and that it would be your shared home.
“Did you take-?”
“My prenatals?” You finish his question, placing a kiss on his forehead, “Yes I did.” You kissed him again, “You don’t gotta worry about me, Miguel. With the doctor visits and the pills, I’m doing just fine.”
“I know.” Miguel sat on the couch while you sat on his lap, you felt his hands come to your stomach, “Does the doctor know when you would start showing?”
“In a couple more weeks but it’s different for everyone.” You tell him, feeling him nuzzle into your neck. You feel his hands rub your stomach, “Are you okay, Miguel?”
He hums, nodding into your shoulder, “It’s just… What if I’m a horrible father?”
“Don’t you dare say that!” You get up, turn your body to face him and sit back down, “I know you’ll be a wonderful father, Miguel. No matter what anyone says. And I know that this child will love you.”
He looks at you and slowly, a smile forms, “This is what I’m talking about.” He lays his head on your chest.
“What do you mean?” You ask. Then you look at his ears, the tip of them being red, “Miguel?”
“I think we should have more kids.”
Your hands come to his hair, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He suddenly grabs your shoulders tightly and he snaps his head up, “Seriously?!”
You burst out laughing, “Of course!” You speak in between laughter, “I want nothing more than to start a family with you.” You calm down.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?”
“You’ll always have me.”
© 2033 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.
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Hi Navyyyyyy how you’re doing good, sunshine.
I just wanted to share a little TikTok I saw. It was like “losing your voice” and like a girl coughing and then the other slide was “losing your voice” but with Bucky staring down at you cause you know 👀👀👀👀👀🤤
And to be completely utterly honestly I’ll chose Bucky every single time. 😌😌😌
Bahaha. So would I! ❤️
Lose Your Voice
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You want Bucky in your mouth. Simple as that.
Word Count: Over 1.4k
Warnings: Oral sex, (m. receiving), dirty talk, tension, slight humor, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)
A/N: Happy Sinday! The ask and photo below inspired me. Set in the same universe as The Rejects and A Couple of Cuties. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
“What did you say?”
You rolled your eyes at Bucky’s question. You knew damn well he heard what you said. Even if he tried to ignore you, which he wouldn’t, his hearing would’ve easily picked up on your statement. He just wanted you to say it again.
Cocky son of a bitch.
“I said I want your cock in my mouth, Bucky,” you said, mouthing at his underwear as you gazed up at him. He throbbed against your lips through the cotton, which made you smile as you reached for the elastic. “Don’t you want that? Your cock so deep in my throat that I choke?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned, lifting his hips so you could pull his underwear down more easily. Watching his cock bob free was a treat you’d never grow tired of. “Thought you would’ve told me to fuck your pussy.”
The two of you should’ve been up for the day, but you both ventured back to bed after getting up and brushing your teeth. You didn’t outright state that you wanted to cuddle, but you implied it as you moved close and burrowed yourself in his arms. He hadn’t said a word either, but you felt him smile when he kissed your forehead. The affection made you snuggle closer.
Which eventually led to the two of you grinding against each other and stripping down to almost nothing again.
Anyone who had Bucky Barnes in their bed wouldn’t want to wear clothes either.
You rose up on your knees, brushing your nipples against his torso as you slid up his body to fuse your mouths together. The vibration of his moan against your lips hit you in your chest and between your thighs, your cunt slick and ready for him. But you’d wait until he finished in your mouth first. This morning was about him.
“Fuck my pussy after you fuck my throat,” you stated, running your palms down his chest as you moved back down to where his hard cock waited for you and your eager mouth. You rubbed your cheek along the length of him before you swirled your tongue along the tip, smirking when he grunted. “Think I can swallow all of you down?”
“I know you can,” he moaned, which made you all the more eager to please him. “But you may lose your voice.”
You pressed a hand to his abs with a smirk. You had no doubt he could fuck your voice away if he really tried. It was a challenge you welcomed. “We’ll see about that, big boy,” you said, opening your mouth so he could slide in.
“Fuck, you look pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you took him in with impressive ease. You wondered how he was able to fit in your mouth, but you chalked it up to being made to get fucked by super soldiers. A skill that very few had. “You’re too good to me.”
The world had punished him enough and you wanted to remind him that he deserved to feel good.
You moaned along his thick length, taking him in as deep as you could. Breathing through your nose, you felt the head touch the back of your throat as you whimpered. Your soft, wet mouth stretched around him and the tears springing to your eyes had to be a sight. You still managed to give him a seductive stare, like having his dick in your mouth was all you needed to feel good.
Can I come just from sucking Bucky’s cock?
He gripped the back of your head and forced you to stay down before he let you up, helping control the pace. “Fucking perfect. Can smell how wet you are, fuck,” he groaned.
You let your hand fall between your legs, gathering some of the wetness, before you cupped his balls and gently squeezed. He moaned as you let him feel exactly what he did to you, that your cunt nearly gushed from the heavy weight of him on your tongue. You wanted him to thrust deep in your throat and coat your insides until you couldn’t speak without the lingering taste of him.
I just want to be good for you.
“That’s it, doll. Suck my cock. Just. Like. That.” He grunted, grabbing both sides of your head as you whined. Tears spilled over by that point from how deep in your throat he was, but you blinked them away to look at him. He didn’t blink as he moved your head up and down, flames lit within his blue eyes as you nearly spluttered. “‘M close.”
It was a powerful feeling to have someone like Bucky get turned on by you. It drove you to suck him down more, stroking and licking, pushing him to lose control. He moaned as his head fell back, your body hot all over as pleasure began to take him over. It was a paradise you somehow created for him, but he needed to reach true euphoria.
You had to make him come.
One more thrust, your nose brushing the curls at the base of him, and he was gone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, tipping over the edge and keeping you on his cock as he came down your throat.
You inhaled as he released you, a string of saliva and his release dripping down your chin. Swallowing wasn’t something you enjoyed with past partners, but it was different with Bucky. Everything was. The lust between the two of you was insane, but it was deeper than that because you were his girl. He found something in you that no one else ever had. Which was probably one of the reasons you wanted to please him, to show him through your actions what he meant to you.
A range of emotions flickered across his face as his chest heaved, pulling your body up so you could rest against him. “You’re too good to me,” he said again, your eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around you.
He deserved it and more.
You sighed as he placed gentle kisses across your face, like he hadn’t just shoved his cock down your throat like you asked him to. It wouldn’t take him long to get hard again and you’d really be in for a treat since your pussy was begging for him to fuck that, too. You could wait another minute or so.
Bucky tipped your chin to bring water to your lips. You didn't question where he got it. “Not too rough?”
You smiled at his concern and shook your head, your breathing and heart steady once again. The man had the strength to hurt you, even break you. But all he did was take care of you. He was a pain in your ass at times, but you liked that he kept you on your toes. It was a reason you loved him.
Love?
Your phone rang before you could dwell on that thought, both of you glancing at the clock. “Weren’t you supposed to meet Nat for breakfast?” Bucky asked.
Shit.
“Aren’t you gonna get that?” He pressed.
His mouth curved in a wicked smile as you sat up to get it. You cursed under your breath when you saw Nat’s name on the screen. You did tell her you’d meet her for breakfast and she was probably wondering where the hell you were.
What the hell do I say? “Sorry I’m late. Was sucking my boyfriend’s dick. You understand, right?”
“Hey,” you answered, your voice raspier than normal.
“Hey. I’m in the lobby. You okay?” Natasha asked in a gentle tone. “Did I wake you?”
“No,” you said, coughing a little to try and clear your throat. It didn’t help. “It’s my throat.”
“Do you have a cold?”
Bucky still had a shit-eating grin on his face as you glared at him. You might as well tell the truth. It was better than faking a cold for a few days.
“I sucked Bucky’s dick,” you said, making your boyfriend’s eyebrows shoot up, like he was surprised you admitted it. “Sorry.”
There was a slight pause on the other end before Natasha hummed in understanding. “That’ll do it. Rain check?”
“Yeah. Thanks,” you said, coughing again as you hung up. “Congrats. I can barely talk.”
He chuckled as he flipped you onto your back. “Let’s see if you can still moan my name as I fuck you senseless.”
Challenge accepted.
I had to do it! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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FORESHADOWING IN ACOTAR YOU MAY HAVE MISSED
*Spoilers*
1. Feyre painted the night sky on her drawer in the cottage.
2. Feyre had heard of Rhysand long before she met him. She recalled hearing of “One High Fae that could turn your bones to dust from a hundred yards away.”
3. One of the first things Lucien says to Feyre is that her eyes “are like stars.”
4. When first arrived at the Spring Court, Feyre unknowingly dresses herself in Night Court colours. (A dark blue tunic, another tunic “one of purple so deep it could have been black.”)
5. When Lucien and Feyre encounter the Bogge, Feyre distracts herself by thinking of “a starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless.”
6. Rhysand appears as a “shadow I could never quite glimpse” in Feyre’s nightmares before they met. “Behind me - a shadow lurked - no, watched. I didn’t dare turn to look at it, to see who might be within the shadows, observing.”
7. Amarantha appeared in Feyre’s nightmares before she knew of her, as a “A pale, faceless woman dragging her bloodred nails across my throat” - a nightmare of Rhysands perhaps?
8. When the Suriel told Feyre to “Stay with the High Lord”, it didn’t specify which High Lord.
9. When Tamlin takes Feyre to see the pool of starlight, she describes the setting filling her with “both longing and mirth…it just seemed…right.”
10. Despite only having heard and not seen the Attor, Feyre manages to paint its exact image “a tall, skeletally thin gray creature with bat ears and giant, membranous wings.” How would she have been able to do this? Possibly an image from someone else’s mind?
11. During Calanmai, Feyre disregards Tamlin’s order to stay in her room as “there was a string - a string tied to my gut that pulled me towards those hills, commanding me to go, to hear the faerie drums…” “but a wild wicked voice weaving in between the drumbeats whispered otherwise. Go, that voice said, tugging at me. Go see.”
12. The first thing Rhysand ever says to Feyre is “There you are, I’ve been looking for you” before telling the three lesser faeries, “Thank you for finding her for me.”
13. During Feysand’s first encounter, Feyre thinks to herself Rhysand’s words “were tinged with an arrogance that only an immortal could achieve” to which he “laughed under his breath” having heard the insult.
14. When Feyre first drinks faerie wine, she describes it as “like a million fireworks exploring inside of me, filling my veins with starlight.”
15. Still intoxicated she states she wants to swim in the night sky, “to bathe in its colours and feel the stars twinkling between my fingers.”
16. Tamlin and Feyre had their first kiss during the shortest night of the year.
17. Rhysand states “only my prisoners and my enemies call me (Rhysand).” It’s then interesting that Feyre refers to him as ‘Rhys’ in her POV in moments when she can see beneath his villain mask. (And EXTRA interesting when she refers to him as such during their first kiss.)
18. When Rhysand senses Tamlin and Lucien have hidden Feyre “a flicker of excitement - perhaps disbelief - flashed across his features.”
19. Rhysand was the only person Under the Mountain that bet on Feyre slaying the worm.
20. Feyre’s bargain tattoo is similar to the Illyrian tattoos that are given for luck and glory.
21. When Rhysand dressed Feyre under the mountain he crowned her with a “small golden diadem imbedded with lapis lazuli” - a stone that inspires confidence and is worn by royalty.
22. When Rhysand informs Amarantha of his bargain with Feyre, it’s also an act of defiance as he mentions the bargain is “for the rest of her life”, hinting he believes she will survive the remaining tasks.
23. Before the second trial, Rhysand dresses Feyre in a ‘blood orange’ gown - a colour symbolising good fortune.
24. During their first mind convo, Rhysand says “Good girl.” (Not a fact, just hot tbh.)
25. When Rhysand sends the music to her cell, she unknowingly imagines Velaris and “a palace in the sky of alabaster and moonstone, where all that was lovely dwelled in peace…everything I wanted was there - the one I loved was there-“
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#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#rhysand#feyre archeron#feyreandrhysand#rhysand and feyre#feysand#sjm spoilers
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Could you write about a 9th member reader who is trained to do cool stunt work so on stages or for mv filming they're in what looks like a dangerous situation so skz panic not knowing that the reader is trained and perfectly safe?
daredevil
stray kids x ninth member!reader
genre: fluff
content warnings: none
word count: 1k
summary: the boys never expected that their shy noona could be such a daredevil
Thank you so much for this request!!! Sorry it's taken me long but I hope you enjoy it!
As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)
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Stray Kids had spent all day filming the music video for Cheese, and you were wondering how the boys would react to you filming your solo parts this evening. You see, they didn't know about your other talents that laid outside of working in the music industry. As soon as you could, you had gained your license to be able to ride a motorcycle, inspired by your mum and dad who could also ride them - it was how they met.
With your normal shy and quiet personality, the boys affectionately looked after you, you could say. Even though you were the same age as Minho. This could have been what prompted and inspired the staff to get the 98 liners to film with the motorbike. Minho was up first, looking cool as usual.
"Let's go Minho hyung!" Jisung cheered from the sidelines, as you all watched him pose and mouth his lyrics in the car park like scene.
"Wahhh, hyung looks so cool," Jeongin nodded and clapped a bit, as Minho broke out into a shy smile after finishing, a real contrast.
"Wait, so noona is going up next?" Felix asked curiously.
"Yeah, they wanted me and Minho to film similar scenes," you smiled, scratching the back of you neck bashfully.
A staff member came over with a helmet for you.
"Aw noona is going to be wearing a helmet?" Changbin patted your head with the helmet now on.
"It's too big for her," Hyunjin laughed, as you cutely shook your head with the helmet bobbing around. Because of this the staff gave you the helmet you normally wear, which the boyd assumed was customised by the stylists rather than you, who had painted cute flower stickers on it.
"Why is it so cute?" Seungmin laughed, looking down at you, as you smiled shyly and headed over to the motorbike.
The staff directed you to pretend you were riding it, knowing fully well that you could. You had to let the company know that you had gotten a license. But it never really came up into conversation with the boys, and you weren't really one to talk about yourself, maybe that was another similarity you shared with Minho.
The camera followed you as you revved up the engine and started driving down the car park, the boys letting out yells and gasps of worry. You let out a cheer as you did so, which the others assumed was more of a cry for help.
"Y/Nnie noona!"
"Y/N!!"
"Someone help her stop!"
"Ah no no no!!!"
Yet you successfully stopped it and swerved with a smirk on your face as you pulled up the visor of your helmet, the staff clapping for you as you did so.
It still hadn't really sunk in to the boys that you in fact knew what you were doing. And so, they ran up to you.
"Y/Nnie, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Chan wrapped an arm around her shoulder, helping her take the helmet off and expecting to see you crying, when in fact you were laughing.
"Why are you laughing? You could have died!" Minho reprimanded, eyes glaring into your soul.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," you stopped laughing and waved off their concerns.
"How? You just... you-" Jisung malfunctioned, shocked at the sight of what you just did.
"Guys, I'm fine, I have a license for this," you shrugged it off casually, not wanting all their attention on you. But they wouldn't let you off so easily.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Hyunjin said with wide eyes, hand over his heart.
"Didn't really think there was a time to say it..." you trailed off sheepishly.
"How about when you got your license? Or when Minho was filming?" Seungmin pointed out.
"Oh yeah..." you blushed, habitually scratching the back of your neck.
"How can you act so shy after being so cool?" Felix giggled, looking at your slightly hunched figure sat on the motorbike.
"Super shu, super shy!" Changbin burst out into dong, making everyone else laugh at him, Jisung whacking his shoulder.
"Noona you have to teach me!" Jeongin joyfully said, everyone immediately going 'no!'.
"Well I could-" you began to say.
"No! Don't corrupt our maknae!" Jisung playfully restrained Jeongin, dragging him slightly away from you.
"Hey, I'd be a good teacher!" you pout, folding your arms as you took off your helmet.
"I don't doubt that, Y/Nnie," Chan affectionately patted your head, smoothing out your hair that had become ruffled.
"I can't believe our noona can ride a motorbike!" Hyunjin shook his head, still not believing it.
"Nobody would believe it if we told them!" Seungmin agreed.
"I can't believe you showed me up like that. I just sat on the motorbike and you rode it!" Minho facepalmed, feeling shy.
"You looked pretty whilst doing it though," you quietly complimented him.
"Aw our noona is so sweet," Felix teased, smiling at you.
"Is Y/Nnie flirting with me?" Minho smirked.
"No no no," you waved them off shoving the helmet back on your head and hiding your face, folding your arms.
"Oh no! She's disappeared!" Changbin shouted, nearly making you fall off of the bike from the shock of him suddenly yelling.
"Hahaha, Binnie you nearly knocked out Y/Nnie noona!" Chan laughed as he caught you.
"Ok I'm taking my helmet off again," you signed, taking it off and holding a hand over your heart, much like Hyunjin was earlier.
"This really is the most unexpected thing, I still can't comprehend it," Jeongin shook his head.
"Stays are gonna be shocked too, aren't they?" you wonder.
"They won't be expecting it all, I mean we all didn't..." Jisung nodded.
After that day if filming the boys became suspicious of you, jokingly of course, asking you questions thinking you lived a secret double life, but once you explained about how your parents had licenses too, it all made sense to them, and they felt like it should have been obvious from the start, that such a shy girl was secretly a daredevil.
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if ur doing prompts may I request a pet whump where pets are so common that there’s been a serum invented to take away higher cognitive functions from whumpee’s and overload them in oxytocin. so while still them—they can’t understand how to read and miss many conversation cues. all they know is that they used to be scared, they’re treated nicely, and enjoy sitting by the fire
Inspiration finally struck, and I can’t say no to pet whump!!
Taglist: @softvampirewhump
cw: mentions of vomit, pet whump, dehumanization, drug use, injection and needle
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The rugged man sighed, gazing down at the man defrosting at his feet. “Alright darlin’. It’s time for your medicine.” Whumper’s thick, gloved thumb glazed over his pet’s frosty cheek.
“Mmm…” the pet hummed, the words of his master practically flowing right over his head. Whumpee was far too enraptured in the sensation of the growing fire warming his chilled skin, as well as the plush feel of the blanket which engulfed him.
Whumpee couldn’t exactly recall how he’d gotten so cold in the first place, but wasn’t very concerned with it. He’d probably just gotten carried away outside again. He just got so excited when Master would let him out, even in such a brutal winter. All that mattered was how nice and comfortable he was now, anyway.
He snuggled eagerly into the stroke of affection on his face, a lazy smile resting on his lips.
Whumper was trying to pull away from his beloved book, an impossibly large one Whumpee had seen him engulfed in for days now. The pet was always shocked that Master was so smart, being able to get through such a thing, and even enjoying it.
Master flicked swiftly through the pages, the crinkle of paper mixing with the pop and crackle of the fire. The pleasant beat of heat on Whumpee’s skin was beyond enjoyable, and if he had a choice he would most definitely choose to be in such a state forever.
Reading, or trying to at the very least, was always a painful experience for Whumpee, a situation he was not a fan of. A pet wasn’t exactly fit for reading in the first place though, so it was never much of a problem he dwelled on.
Master’s fingers began to slip from his head, tempting to pull away. At the notice of Whumper’s touch beginning to waver, the pet desperately pushed his head back into the man’s hand.
He simply chuckled in response. “I need to get your meds, sweet. It’ll take just a moment ‘n I’ll be right back.”
Whumpee whimpered dejectedly, savoring the last of the contact before his master fully pulled away. He held back the urge to beg for more, instead opting to be grateful that Master had been kind enough to grant him such a gift in the first place.
Whumper pushed his tired limbs from his beloved leather chair next to the fire place, his thick socks shuffling on the floor as he walked past. The pet could faintly pick up the noise of his master bumbling around the kitchen, gradually becoming increasingly nervous with what was to come.
Whumpee didn’t like the injections, or the medicine itself. The injection hurt, and no matter how slight or insignificant, he did not like it. He especially wasn’t fond of the way the drugs made him feel, spinning his animal brain in circles and bringing bile up his throat.
But he couldn’t not have the medication. All pets took it, he knew that much. And if Master said he needed it, then there was no doubt he did! Even if no amount of good behavior could seemingly get him out of it.
Whumpee was snapped from his thoughts by the sudden sight of Whumper towering over him, sweetly ruffling his damp hair. The pet wished he could have enjoyed the affection more, as his stomach churned with growing discomfort.
He wriggled in his fuzzy fabric pile, becoming visibly upset as he listened to Whumper ready his tools. “Hush, boy, you’ll be fine. Same stuff as always.”
The words did close to nothing to calm his nerves, simply washing through one ear and rippling out the other. His struggles were only halted by the commanding grasp of his master’s glove on his chin.
Master was strong, strong enough to punish any slight disobedience in the blink of an eye. As much as Whumpee disliked it, he quieted his dismay.
“I know you hate it, but there’s no way around it. Your meds help you stay such a good boy. Don’t wanna turn naughty now, do you?” Master questioned.
Whumpee shook his head energetically, staring up with pleading eyes. Of course he didn’t want to be bad! He wouldn’t dream of it, Master had to know that!
As if the pet had answered aloud, the other man gave him a satisfactory smile. “Of course you wouldn’t. So be a good boy and stay still for Master, alright?”
Whumpee tried his very hardest to keep himself still and tense, only guided by the clutch on his chin. He fearfully clamped his eyes tight, sticking his lids together with all of his might.
Familiar sounds spread around him, ones he desperately tried to shut out in fear of making any mistakes that could irritate his master. “Doin’ so good, darlin’. Just one moment and we’ll be all done. Still for just one more second.”
Master’s soothing voice licked his delicate ears, almost distracting him from the sense of the needle descending to his pale flesh.
The prick of the edge puncturing his skin was almost instant, as well as scarily alarming. Practically against his own will Whumpee lurched forward, the nick seering in a jolt of pain. Whumper gripped his frame firmly in response, almost painfully so.
Whumpee squealed frightfully. Pet didn’t like it! He didn’t like it, he didn’t like it! Master always said it wasn’t a punishment, yet it always felt like it!
Whumper’s gloves dug into his exposed skin, only encouraging Whumpee to struggle more.
“Okay, okay, we’re done!” The grip restraining Whumpee disappeared in an instant, leaving the ghost of an angry touch.
His breaths continued, yet ragged and shaky. He noticed the creep of tears in his eyes, no matter how eager he was to prevent them. Whumper cleaned up his tools, gathering them to return to their rightful spot to ready them for the next time. “S’all over now, boy. We’re all done.” Master soothed, a slight tinge of annoyance prevalent.
A light flame of anger lit deep inside of the pet. It wasn’t over, not yet.
Whumpee jerked forward yet again, grabbing for the rug below him to contain himself. A wave of painful thickness was settling over him. His vision was quickly growing fuzzy and bleak, the room swaying around him. A warm, thick slurry rose, sliding up his throat and lingering just there. He tried to regain himself, an act that quickly became futile as his strength lessened. The pet’s limbs shook, weakened and afraid.
With glossy eyes and sickly sight he searched for his master, who was sitting comfortably in his chair once again. Whumpee could only make out a pleased smile on the man’s face as the pet clung to his pant leg.
Whumpee gagged fearfully, the sick sense tainting his throat. His brain was swimming, cotton and clouds making their way inside. His thoughts were becoming gummy, slowing and allowing himself to calm. Coherency was hard to reach, and he soon gave up on the task.
As long as Master was around, he’d be fine.
Whumper put a hand to his pet’s swaying head, guiding the man against his own leg. Whumpee’s sluggish muscles were thankful for the help, surrendering to Master’s whims.
With his thoughts so hard to reach, his limbs so tired, and the pain subsiding, Whumpee was gradually calming, melting into his master. Hearing was fuzzy, as well as most things at the moment, but he could mostly make out Whumper’s purr of words.
“Relax now, darlin’. It’ll be fine in a bit. Gotta keep you all nice and good, right? Be a good boy and take a little nap while you’re all out’ve it.” Whumpee cuddled further into the man, desperate to follow him. His blanket was soon placed softly back on his shoulders, as his drool drowsily trickled onto crusty denim fabric.
Whumpee was losing consciousness, a pull he was fully willing to give in to. Master said he should, and so he would, simple as that. As long as he could be a good pet when he woke up, the hurt would all be worth it.
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For the self aware au with Malleus's thing about not being invited to events what about reader making sure he gets an invite by inviting him to the dance with them
Writing this one sure was a roller coaster! I wrote half of it with some random plot that I had no plans for. I'm glad I got a sudden inspiration on how to tie it together! Thanks for joining my event. I hope you like it!
You’d never have suspected that you’d become a member of the fashion police in another world. Not that you’d put in any effort into it. People just seemed to ask your opinion on things. Ever since the dance was announced, the number of random students who would stop you in the hall to pull out a handkerchief or pair of socks and eagerly request your opinion on the color or material was growing. You weren’t sure you were even qualified to give expert opinions on otherworldly fashion, but it didn’t seem to matter. Any item you deemed nice was shown off like a treasure. If you should happen to pause or trail off instead, the article in question was quickly hidden from view and the unfortunate student requesting evaluation of such an inferior item scurried off equally as quick.
It surprised you greatly when the requests began and even more when you started to notice some of the names requesting a moment of your time. Azul asked you to weigh in on a tie. Kalim came with an armful of bangles that only you could possibly select the best from. Even Vil had one day haughtily remarked he was going to wear his hair up to the dance and subtly prodded you for an opinion on that. You had no business giving Savanaclaw A advice on his fashion, let alone Vil, but each time you were requested an opinion, you answered honestly. Overtime, you’d come to give just about every member of the main cast advice, including the teachers!
Professor Crewel smiled at you like you’d preformed a wonderful trick, “Well done, pup.” You smiled back indulgently, used to the unique way he addressed his students. “You may go, Prefect,” Crewel replied, still gazing at the boots you’d said suit him well. You’d almost made it to the door when Crewel’s voice stopped you, “Matching colors.” You paused and turned toward him, “What was that?” Crewel turned his sharp gaze to you, “Everyone is waiting to see whom you attempt to coordinate with. Such a show of favoritism means a great deal to a young man. And if it’s with you…” Oh, well. That was a complication you didn’t need.
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“Get this junk out of here!” Grim complained for the third time tonight. You look up from the assortment of notes you have spread out over the floor and remind him, “I can’t do that Grim. If I pick someone to favor, I’m only going to trigger…I don’t know what. Mass overblot? Chaos in the streets? Who knows!” Grim opens his mouth to disagree but then appears to think twice about it. “So, what are you gonna do about it then?” he asks softly. You gesture to the massive network of notes, “I just have to find it here; a color that no one is wearing and pick that one. Then no one can get offended or misunderstand.”
From all the fashion advice you’d been giving out, you had a vague idea of what each character of the main cast and good portion of the general student body would be wearing. That information was spread out on notecards across the Ramshackle Dorm’s floor. Only, finding the thing you needed was harder than you anticipated. You’d tried organizing the students by color family, school years and dorms before looking for that elusive missing shade. Maybe it was Grim walking over your notes or perhaps it was the Ramshackle ghosts playing tricks but every time you think you have it; a card will turn up with your chosen color, turning your unique shade into a matching pair.
“Ugh,” you toss a handful of cards up, “This is hopeless.” Grim looks at you from the table where he eats his tuna, avoiding your little project as much as he is able, “So don’t go then.” You sit up and consider, is that an option? You tried to picture it. ‘What do you mean They aren’t coming! Let’s start a riot! Everyone to Ramshackle, let’s drag Them out!’ Ok, you were probably being dramatic but still, people in this world weren’t normal about you. “So, I guess everyone has to go then,” you say as you throw an arm across your eyes and moan to Grim about your ordeal. He endures your antics for a moment before he mutters, “Not everyone,” under his breath.
You drop your arm and look at him, “What do you mean, Grim?” He gestures with his eating utensil to your pile of cards, “Tsunataro isn’t there. Why do I hafta attend a dance if he doesn’t?” Grim scrunches his face and shouts, “I only wanna go to the banquet! The party ends when the food is gone!” You’d already tuned out Grim’s complaint on food, instead focusing on Malleus’s omission. That can’t be right. You’d have noticed if Malleus wasn’t in your notes, wouldn’t you? You head over to the Diasomina stack and rifle through them, no Malleus. Could it be mis-sorted? You check the entire collection again but still no Malleus. “How can this happen? I get that he doesn’t get invited in the game but why didn’t I notice?” you gesture dramatically, “I mean I even sorted them by dorm, for crying out loud!” Grim slowly chews a bite of tuna as he watches you, “You know, I don’t like to bring it up since you are who you are and all but…why do you think you are so special that you can go against the Will of the World?”
You consider that point. When you’d first met Grim, well, you’d sort of freaked out at him. He’d listened to your ravings about games and characters before calming you down. He was the only ‘person’ you actually spoke to about the game world and, somehow, he seemed to both believe you and guide you through your unusual situation. So, when Grim suggests that you are also being restricted by the game plot, you have to give the idea merit and it made you profoundly sad. You had a soft spot for Malleus, he was one of your favorite characters, and now you might end up forgetting about him like the rest of the cast?
You put aside your quest for the perfect color, having grown frustrated with that anyway, and pulled out your phone. Unsurprisingly, you didn’t have Malleus’s number. Nor Lilia’s, which was odder considering what a social butterfly he was. You scrolled through your contacts, searching for someone you thought might know his number and settled on Cater. You seemed to recall a vignette where Cater forgot to invite Malleus to a party, which was not the best of signs, but at least it suggested he had a method of contacting him.
[Hey, Cater! It’s just me.]
[YES]
[I mean hi there Great One]
[I mean buddy…great buddy]
[What can Cay-Cay do for you?]
[Do you have Malleus’s number by chance?]
[Oh noes! I don’t! So sorry!]
[But I do have Lills number!]
[Want Cay-Cay to hook you up?]
If you texted Lilia, then he’d have your number. He can be…rather odd sometimes. Perhaps it was best not to let more people have access to your number.
[Can you just pass a message along? Ask him to make sure Malleus is invited to the dance?]
[Sure! You can count on me!]
You couldn’t count on him. It wasn’t until the very night of the dance that you pulled out your phone to plan where to meet up with your friends and saw the old text. You felt a foreboding sense of dread for you had fully forgotten about the situation until that very moment. The power of the plot was no joke.
[Hey Cater]
[Hiiii]
[Are you here?]
[Where are you?]
[Do you need me? I’ll do anything you need]
Of course, he was freaking out. You interrupted his text stream.
[Focus!]
[Did you get that message to Malleus about the dance?]
[Ah, Malleus. Of course. Let me check]
You didn’t consider texting to be particularly personal, but you can feel disappointment through the text. You’d have to make it up to him. While you were waiting, you took a selfie and sent it to Cater. #readytodance. There, that should cheer him up a bit.
[Ah! You look so cute in that!]
[I’m totes jealous of your style]
You can picture him making his signature v hand sign as he says that. At least you could count on Cater to be easy to distract.
[Lils says Malleus was out when he got the text and he forgot]
[I’m SOOOO sorry!]
Dammit. So, after all your bravado, you’d let him get left out of a social event again. Some all-knowing Player you were. You sigh and look at the ceiling for a long moment until you hear your phone’s notification chime again.
[So…are you still coming?]
You look at the question puzzled. What else would you be doing? You’d spent all this time finding this horrid shade of pink to wear just to attend. Why did he think your plans might change? Then you had it. A smile came over your lips as you knew exactly what you should be doing instead.
[Yeah, tell the guys I’m just going to be a little late.]
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The towers of Diasomnia gave off an imposing aura, like that of their master. The sudden and frequent lightning strikes did nothing to tone down the atmosphere. He clearly realized he’d been forgotten again and was deep into a sulk. You kept a wary eye on the sky as you crept closer to the castle gates and finally felt less dread once you were inside. You didn’t exactly know where Malleus would be but sort of figured you’d try the top of the tallest tower and see how that went. This was a storybook inspired world, after all. True to tale, that was where you found him, gazing deep into the darkening night from his window with a sever frown set upon his face.
You knocked carefully on the doorframe. “Hey,” you called out gently, gaining his attention. “It’s you,” he says in surprise, “Why, whatever are you doing here alone?” You give him a mournful smile, “That’s what I was going to ask you.” He clicks his teeth in annoyance, “Where else would I be? I’m not wanted at their little celebration. I’ve not such bad manners to attend a party I’m not invited to. Even if everyone else has been. The royalty, the nobility, the gentry…” You gesture to yourself and finish for him, “Even the rabble.” At that, he looks upset, “Certainly not. I’ll let no one refer to you so.” You waive your hand, calming down the ire of your draconian friend.
“It was a joke!” you assure him, “I just…thought this color didn’t suit me is all.” He considers your pink formal wear. “Is it not to your liking?” he asks musingly. “Hmm, I don’t know if I’d say that. It’s more that I didn’t really pick it out totally myself,” you sigh, “There was a whole situation there. I couldn’t let anyone think I was showing favor or inviting a date or…” You trailed off, getting an idea. “Actually, Malleus, what do you think if we…”
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You stood at the door to the gardens where the ballroom venue had been set up. You smiled at Malleus, who stands by your side, and give his hand a nervous squeeze. “Are you ready for this?” You were worried about the reaction this entrance is going to cause but apparently Malleus is unphased, “With you by my side, Prefect, I am prepared for anything.” Perhaps this should have made you happy to hear but all it did was to remind you that even a great dragon mage like Malleus believed ordinary you were capable of amazing feats because you were the famed Player. Well, if you manage to open this door without setting off a riot, maybe he was right. You stepped in front of the door, grasped the handle, pulled it open and entered the ballroom.
Two things happened immediately. Firstly, you looked in shock at the sea of pink filling the ballroom. You’d spent weeks helping the students of NRC choose outfits and sneakily collecting notes on what they planned to wear only to have basically everyone change their formal wear last minute. And to pink, surprisingly. At the same time you were entering the ballroom and taking in the array of pink, the gathered students were noticing you. And how you weren’t wearing pink.
“GREEN!” Epel shouts, “Why’m I wearin’ PINK if the Prefect is wearin’ GREEN!” The aggravated boy isn’t alone. A crowd of angry students gather around Cater. Azul pushes his glasses up and peers at Cater from between his fingers as he speaks enquiringly, “Were you attempting to make fools of us, Cater?” The nervous third year glances at the menacing Leech twins that accompany Azul, all three in matching pink suits and fedoras. “Of course not!” Cater stammers with his hands up, “Why would I be dressed like this otherwise?” The formidable crowd of pink adorned students considers Cater and his equally pink formal wear carefully.
“Hey guys,” you say as you carefully push your way through the crowd, Malleus following in your wake, “What…what’s going on here?” Cater clutches onto your sleeve and exclaims, “PREFECT! I’m SO GLAD to see you HERE. In…in green. Wha, what happened to the pink from that pic? You…you looked so good in that.” You give him a sheepish smile, “Ah yes, about that…” You gesture to Malleus who smiles proudly at your side, “I thought it would be better to match with Malleus, since he is always getting left out of things like this. So, I had him use some color-changing magic to change my clothes to Diasomnia green!”
There is a moment of silence as everyone takes that in. Then that silence is broken when Jamil smiles a most devious smile and remarks, “Color-changing magic? Is that so?” Then several other students look slyly at each other and draw their magic pens. “Hey,” you say backing away slowly, “Let’s not go crazy here…” It’s not surprising when Deuce, who rarely thinks things over, is first to shout his spell. It is unfortunate though, that his magic is so unpracticed, resulting in your garment taking over a spattered pattern of blue; much like paint covering the cloth.
“That won’t do,” you hear Riddle tut from the side of you, “I’ll fix that up for you. My apologies, Prefect.” With that, a much firmer wave of magic washes over you and you see that your formal wear is now a vibrant red. “Red?” you say questioningly before looking up to see a sly smiling Riddle has also changed his own garment back to the original Queen’s Red. “I see how you want to play this,” Vil remarks sharply, “Well, if you want a challenge, you’ve got one! Rook!” The deviously smiling huntsman barely joins the Dorm leader of Pomefiore before an utter cacophony of spells begins. In just a few moments, you were hit with at least fifty spells, causing you no harm but nearly knocking you off your feet.
Malleus catches you, lending you a supporting hand and you look up at him gratefully. Then you sadly consider the state of your formal wear. So many spells landing at once seems to have caused an unexpected reaction. Now, instead of your garment being one color, it shifted from one to the next as each spell fought for dominance over your clothes. You look beseechingly at Crowley, who is chaperoning the dance. He sighs, “There isn’t anything to be done until it settles, I’m afraid.” You look at Malleus for confirmation but he only frowns, not able to meet your disappointed gaze. You feel a pat on your back and Lilia remarks, “You know, it has a certain charm this way. Yes, I rather like it.”
You give him an exasperated sigh, shaking the hem of your color shifting garment, “I can barely look at it.” Lilia laughs and suggests, “Well then don’t look! You’re not meant to look down when dancing anyway.” Such practical advice from Lilia makes you snort at him, but his words have reached you. Fine then, you can’t change the situation, but you could control how the rest of the night went. The three fae waited patiently for you to respond. You turn and calmly ask, “Malleus, may I invite you to dance?” With a glad smile, he takes your hand and leads you to the floor. You glide through the dance with your prince and color changing garment. First pink, then green and now blue. It’s a sight like something from a tale you’d heard long ago. A tale you’d make end happily ever after. It was up to you to decide; you were the Player, after all.
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Malleus happily opens his shrine to the Player and adds a scrap of unusual color shifting fabric to the collection. For now, his treasure would sparkle and change; offering him a reminder of the first dance he’d ever been invited to (and by the Player, no less!). Someday, he knew the magic would fade and the small scrap of fabric would settle on one color. No matter what color that was, Malleus knew that he’d change it to green. Afterall, it didn’t matter how the story began, just that it ended with you and him paired in Diasomnia green. He had to honor your decisions. You’d chosen him and you were the Player, after all.
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August slipped away into a moment in time 'cause you were never mine
the summer i loved you — jake x f.reader wc — 3.3K
summary — where August was the month of new beginnings and first loves but mostly, heartbreak.
genre — friends to not lovers, second lead syndrome, angst, fluff, summer au, august inspired
warnings — sad ending, jake is a huge dee eye see kay (🤢🤢), profranity, heartbreak, not proofread
an — um guys haha def dont come at me for the ending 😊😊 but omg this had been in my drafts for a while now n im glad im able to release this in august ✌🏽😈 have fun reading pookies (1 fucking am rn imma die help)
ps — ☆ a visualizer cuz why tf am i extra ?!
August is a weird month. It seemed to rush by you like a dream and yet at the same time it felt like the last period of every Friday, not finishing fast enough. You'd prefer the former.
August reminded you of memories— pretty but mostly ugly ones or maybe when the hurt in your heart ran so deep, even the happy memories turned ugly, didn't they?
It was not a month you enjoyed, you didn't like summers, you didn't like feeling like new beginnings and first love.
August reminded you of it all... It reminded you of Jake.
It was 1st of August when you realized what those weird feelings were.
‘Y/N!’ You opened the door to the sound of your name, only to be met with a tired and almost teary eyed Jake. He looked up at you, mustering a small smile as you stood before him your mouth agape.
‘A-are you okay?!’ you asked, pulling him into your house.
‘Um. Not… really’, your friend replied, scratching his neck nervously. ‘It’s just… she kinda broke up with me.’
She. he didn’t even need to mention her name and yet you let the word pierce your heart, a little. Kang Eunji. Jake’s girlfriend, well, ex girlfriend.
It was her, always her. It wasn’t unusual for you to hear that they both had a fight but you never thought they'd break up. ‘What? Are you being for real?!’ You were shocked to say the least. Jake and Eunji were what people deemed to be the “power couple” at school. They wouldn’t break up, or could they?
He nodded and sat on the couch, ‘We were fighting over one of those petty matters again, she was angry why I was so busy. It was about soccer practice of course! And when I kind of lost it, she said we were over.’ His voice caught in his throat before he let out a small sob.
Your heart sank as you patted his back and pulled him close into an embrace, ‘Ssh, it’s okay’, you ran small circles on his, ignoring the butterflies set free in your stomach at the close contact.
You could never understand what went on in their relationship. This may have been the first time they broke up but it surely wasn’t the first time Jake came to your house on the verge of tears.
You hated seeing him this way, like a broken record.
‘What will I do now, Y/N?’ ‘You just broke up, it’s not the end of the world. Plus, you have the entire summer before you, right? We’ll figure a way out,’ You broke the hug, looking straight into his eyes, trying to reassure him.
But they all meant nothing. Getting reassured of a broken heart didn’t mend the damage, you knew better than him. Jake nodded nonetheless, wiping away the stray tears, ‘Goodness, I feel so dumb for just crying like this.’ ‘don’t be. You are allowed to feel your emotions.’
He gave a small smile in your direction and your heart skipped a beat.
‘So’, you turned towards the television, searching for a distraction. ‘You wanna binge watch something? Or maybe some Doraemon?’
Jake grinned, ‘I’d love that! What would I do without you, Y/N?’
You let out an almost sad chuckle, ‘I am the coolest best friend ain’t I?’ The word best friend left a bad taste in your mouth.
4th August was when Jake realized the bookstore was his safe place.
Clink! The door to the bookstore opened with a small chime. You looked up from your position at the counter only to find Jake walk into the shop.
He smiled before taking a seat beside you, much to your surprise. It wasn't unusual for him to drop by the store. But mostly he came for borrowing a book or having a quick chat with you.
But never like this.
'So, how are you doing?' You asked, turning towards where he sat, fidgeting with a pen. It was a slow lazy afternoon with barely any customers.
'Oh, uh, I'm fine. At least I'm trying to be. We had so many things planned and like, it feels weird. We were good for each other…' he kept on rambling about his latest break up.
You could feel your heart clench a litte. You understood why Jake was doing so but it didn't help. It didn't help that there were two broken hearts in the same room. It was always you and the second lead syndrome against the world.
Sometimes you really wondered what you had done to be stuck in the loophole of falling for a friend.
You had been friends with Jake since middle school, always finding yourself blush whenever he was around.
The first time you tried confessing to him during Valentine's Day in freshman year, your hand baked cake (which you had prepared for hours) got destroyed. You kind of gave up on him, treating him as a friend.
Well, that was until Eunji came along last year. Seeing Jake with her brought about a fresh wave of emotions you think your heart had forgotten.
It hadn't.
The bookstore was Jake's hideaway from the world. He loved everything about it. Loved how calming it was and the people who came in always greeted him with a smile. He was a quaint place, maybe mysterious in a sense that Jake didn't want to uncover the secrets it hid.
He liked how you let him sit there for the entirety of your shift. But mostly he loved the conversations.
Throughout the summer, Jake couldn't remember the number of times he found you sitting with him, flipping through some book as you both chatted away, be it in the lazy afternoon or under the evening sky, where the buzz of the grasshopper was the only thing he could hear. They felt weirdly intimate, like the secrets he used to keep as a kid. He almost wanted to gatekeep them.
'Sorry do I bore you here?' You asked one day. It was a question bothering you for a while.
Jake frowned, 'What? No. Of course not, Y/N. You could never bore me.' But you were unconvinced, 'No, like, who spends their summer sitting in a small little barely functioning bookstore except maybe be. You must have a lot of plans, right?'
'I wouldn't lie. I haven't ever spent such a quiet summer but turns out, I like a lot. Too much for my own sake. The bookstore isn't boring. Rather, it gives me a sense of escape from reality.' He gave you a reassuring smile.
'Also', Jake added as a second thought. 'You aren't boring Y/N. You just make it all loads better.'
Your phone went off with a sharp ring. Your alarm wasn’t set to ring today. Who could it be? You groaned as you sleepily grabbed it from the nightstand. Without even checking the name, you picked up the call, ‘Hello? Who?’ ‘It’s me Jake, you dummy!’ His excited voice came from the other side.
You yawned, ‘What do you want?’ you checked the time, ‘It’s literal fucking half past four.’ ‘More reason to wake up, right?!’
‘Shut up, I’m hanging up and-’ ‘No no! I really did plan a surprise. Get ready, please, just for today. Please’, he begged from the other side.
Now, you were definitely wide awake, upon hearing his voice. He had planned what…? ‘Okay but the surprise better be good.’ ‘Also! Keep your bicycle ready.’
‘There you are!’ Jake greeted you with a wide smile as you grumbled and walked down the road with your bike where he stood. ‘You don’t get to smile like that after pulling me up from sleep’, you muttered angrily.
But really who were you to complain? It was Jake and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were genuinely excited for what was coming. It was always an adventure when it came to him.
‘You won’t be disappointed, trust me’, he said, boarding his bike and motioning for you to do the same.
You breathed out a calming sigh, looking ahead at the empty road. Thanks to summer, the sun was already somewhere there on the horizon, spreading a fuzzy glow around you. Everything looked simpler, softer. In the light of the dawn, your thoughts felt less complicated, you almost felt it would be easy to sort out your feelings. Would it?
You turned to look at Jake, cycling in peace, a small grin on his face, ‘Told you! I sometimes go out on early morning rides, especially if I have a lot on my mind.’
‘So, why are you taking me then?’ ‘I don’t know. I just have a feeling you’ll like this place’, he shrugged. ‘Plus, I like spending time with you’, Jake added as an afterthought.’
A blush crept into your cheeks at his words. Stop over thinking you scolded yourself. But you couldn’t help the hope blossom in you. False hope.
‘Here we are’, Jake spread his arms wide, showing you the view. After half an hour of cycling through empty streets and quiet places, you found yourself on a small hill. It was pretty abandoned, the only sounds that reached your ears were the chirping of birds and the whistling of trees in the cool summer morning.
In front of you lay your town and the forests beyond it. Those familiar buildings looked all new when you saw them from top of a hill. It radiated calmth… and comfort.
Or was the latter because of the person beside you?
‘Thanks’, you spoke in a soft whisper but then you felt a hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your heart stopped as you turned towards Jake looking at you with a fond smile and slowly pulled you closer, resting his head on your shoulder.
You couldn't process what he was doing. Was it all intentional? No, it was the usual playful Jake you knew, right? But the usual playful Jake wasn't like this. He had pulled you into a hug several times but never like this.
Never so tender in his actions that it made you think otherwise.
'I like the view so much. I hope you do too. It's just… very special, I had never shown it to Eunji either. People ruin things', he sighed, looking ahead.
You scoffed as an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, 'So, I'm not a person?' 'No, you're Y/N. It's an entire special thing to be in itself.'
You didn't know what it meant anymore. The secret smiles, the small actions. You weren't oblivious, you saw it all but your face masked it behind the friendship.
But was it even friendship? You hoped it wasn't. You hoped you both had crossed the line of being "just friends".
It was the 20th of August when Jake liked mint chocolate ice cream.
He touched his cheek as a familiar warmth flooded in at the sight of you. What was happening to him? Ever since the day on the hill, he had been feeling weird. Be it when he visited the bookstore or when you both hung out during the day (or night).
The way your laugh sounded in his ears, when you smiled, he noticed the way his heart skipped a beat. But he loved the most when through the afternoons you talked. Just talk, nothing and everything.
Jake had never felt so connected to anyone. You both had always been friends but seeing a friends standing before him, two ice creams in hand shouldn't make Jake blush.
But it did.
'Hey Mr.Zoned out!' You snapped your fingers before him, pulling him away from his thoughts. You handed him his ice cream while joining him on the curb.
He made a disgusted face at the cone you were holding, 'Ugh. Mint chocolate.' You slapped his shoulder playfully, 'Yah! You are a person with zero taste.'
'Oh really? Lemme try it then', Jake replied, challenging you. He scooped a bit with the plastic spoon before closing his eyes and tasting it.
'Ew', he gagged. 'This tastes like fucking toothpaste', he wiped his mouth in disgust.
'Shut up, no need to be so over dramatic about it all', you chuckled and rolled your eyes.
Jake looked at you as you continued eating and looking at the street in front. It was almost 5 in the evening, the kids were out playing but their shouts were only distant noise because all he could hear was your voice. All he could see was you. You weren't bright like the background but in his eyes, you were glowing. The sun falling on your face, as if highlighting only you in his eyes.
Almost as if on instinct, his hand slowly reached out to your free one, his fingers finding yours and intertwining them together.
You stopped, your heart beating way too fast, you could almost feel the redness of your cheeks.
What was happening? What was Jake doing? Why was he doing this?
It felt wrong, you knew it. Your intuition could tell it. This was something you had waited forever to happen, but you knew this couldn't be.
Let go of his hand, Y/N. Let go let go let go let go… don't let go.
You didn't, too foolish and in love to walk away. And maybe that was the first mistake you had made.
The first rain of August came on the 25th.
Why was rain often associated with sadness? No, rain didn't mean sadness.
Because on that one day of August, you stood outside the bookstore looking at the dark clouds, the rain gave you hope.
You sighed, no wonder your mother kept on insisting you to take an umbrella. Now, there you were, standing in front of the closed shop.
But a bright yellow thing caught your eye, standing out in the dull gray background. You squinted your eyes as the figure came closer.
Jake.
Your stomach jumped. Had he come for you?
He ran through the rain, his bright smile evident as you stared at him in wonder.
'What?' He asked. You shook your head, 'You…?' 'I came for you. You always forget your umbrella.' He completed the sentence for you.
Your mouth formed an "O" but a soft smile spread across your lips.
'Here', he handed you the spare umbrella in hand and took hold of your wrist, pulling you into the rain.
You shrieked, 'At least let me open mine first.' He laughed at your sight, moving closer and holding his umbrella over you.
You noticed every single thing, the things you had noticed a hundred times before. But mostly you noticed his little actions.
The ones that made you fall for him all over again.
'Fuck, if I catch a cold, it'll be your fault, Sim Jake', you threatened the boy standing in front of your porch, grinning. You both had recklessly ran in the rain as a result the umbrellas had been pretty useless… but it was fun.
'Don't worry', he stepped forward, a certain fondness flickering in his eyes. 'I'll be there to bring you the meds.'
It happened in a fraction of a second, swiftly, Jake bent down and gave a sudden kiss on your cheek. It was soft as a feather, almost like it didn't happen.
But you felt it. You almost felt dizzy, her cheeks heating you. You brought your hands to where he had just kissed you. It had happened, hadn't it?
But before you could say anything, Jake turned around, his head hung low in embarrassment but his stomach full of butterflies and sprinted in the opposite direction.
Had he meant it?
As Jake walked his way back home, his head filled with thoughts of you, a sudden buzz of his phone. He took it out, expecting a text from you.
But no… It was someone else.
His heart dropped. A contact that hadn't been there since 1st of August.
Eunji.
"jake, im so sorry."
But what followed after that day was something you had always feared.
He ignored you. Every text, every call, no reply. Did he just get awkward? But even an awkward Jake wouldn't be this rude. Or was he angry with you? You didn't even do anything.
The next time you saw Jake, three days later, was when you went on a grocery run.
You could spot him anywhere. 'Jake! Wait', you called out to him. He didn't stop. 'Omg, stop being a shit head would you?! Stop fucking ignoring me!' You huffed, annoyed.
That's when you saw his figure slowly turn towards you. 'Sorry', he muttered. You ran a hand through your hair. sorry? That's all he had to say?
'Look, if it's about that day then forget it. You-you never kissed me.' 'What? Of course not, it isn't about that day', he replied.
You looked at him confusedly, 'Huh? Then why, Jake? I had tried calling and texting you so many times but you couldn't bother to reply to me.'Your voice slowly rose.
'I was busy catching up with Eunji okay?!' his tone matching yours.
There came that name. Her name. Did you hear it correctly? What was she doing in this conversation?
'E-eunji…?' you looked at him, at loss of words. 'I thought yo-you were over her?'
He gave you a look of disbelief, 'No. That day she sent me a text and I realised… I wasn't.'
Why did the crack in your heart deepen? Why was it always you who got hurt?
And you couldn't help but ask, knowing the answer would make you feel worse, 'What about us then, Jake?'
'Us? Y/N what are you talking about? We are friends, we always have been. There is no us.'
There, the final blow. 'Why did you make me feel so special then? All for nothing? You know how much I like you, so much that everytime we spent time together this summer, I got my hopes up. I was so foolish, because of you Sim fucking Jaeyun. And that day you kissed me, I thought, finally you'll realize but no. It's always her, isnt it?', you didn't scream but the crack in your voice said it all.
And Jake remained silent through it all. because he knew he deserved 'So, this summer meant nothing to you?' You sniffed, a single tear rolling down your cheek.
'Nothing.' But you missed the flicker in his eyes. The flicker that said otherwise.
That it wasn't nothing, it was his eveything.
August 31st was when you lost it finally.
‘It was just a summer thing’, the words rang in your ear, loud and clear. They drowned the voices of all the chatter of classmates. ‘y/n? y/n? Are you okay?’ Lily asked beside you, furrowing her eyebrows in worry.
But you couldn’t respond to her, at that very moment, you thought you couldn’t do pretty much anything except look. Or rather stare at the sight unfolding before you. Before you knew it, the plastic cup fell from your hands, the beer splashing all over the floor and getting the attention of the people in the room, the attention of them.
In the haze, you met your eyes with his, the soft brown ones that you had fallen in love with, the one which enveloped you in warmth. But now they felt like they were hurting you, the annoyance in them.
A tear rolled down your cheek as you turned around. The room suddenly felt too small, the stares of the people felt accusing. You let go of Lily’s hand that gripped your wrist and ran in the opposite direction.
Did you hear footsteps behind you? Were they Jake’s? You hated to admit it but you wished they were. You wished that he was the one following you, the one who'd hold you back.
For once, prove it to you that you weren’t the second lead.
But he wasn’t there.
You found yourself rushing to the porch, the sounds fading out. But you could hear the blood pumping in your ears, the sound of your shallow breath that you had been holding for so long.
He wasn’t there. What did you even expect?
You were a summer thing for him… but he was your summer love.
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bbybluemochi's F.A.Q. ✧･ﾟ
Hi! Arun here! I thought that instead of answering your submissions one by one I’d gather all the frequently asked questions and answer them in a single post (this is a mix of art/OC/commissions related q's)!
Please note that I do read all your messages and I’m so grateful for every one of them!!!! I keep all your words really close to my heart, thank you for liking my art and loving my Ocs as much as I do, it means the world to me <3
What’s the name of your OCs?
They’re called Cotton (the blonde one) and Puppy (the dark haired one). The original idea for them was to make some silly wolf/bunny OCs (that’s why Cotton is called like that, it was supposed to be a joke about her tail…) but somewhere along the way they took over and became something completely different!
Is there a webcomic for your OCs?
Not currently! I don’t have the time or the skills (for now) but I’d love to give it a try in the future!
I was wondering if you mind people using your OC art as character art/inspiration for DnD?Just games with friends that are for fun, nothing for commercial.
Go ahead! I find that really flattering.
Just out of curiosity, are any of your OCs bisexual?
Both Cotton and Puppy are lesbians. That’s what I feel comfortable drawing since I’m a lesbian myself. If I ever do draw a bisexual OC I’ll make sure to mention it! <3
I think you said Cotton was a dominatrix in a previous ask, but is Puppy on the opposite side of the spectrum or is she just glad to be there whichever way?
Puppy is very much a sub. They both switch (Puppy as a service top and bottom and Cotton as a top and power bottom), but the dom/sub dynamic never changes. Also I wanted to mention that these dynamics do not transcend outside of the bedroom that much, there’s more to them than their kinks but I do love to draw them deep in their submissive/dominant headspaces.
Are one of the lesbian fairytale characters trans?
I didn’t design either of them with that in mind, but I’m super OK with people headcanoning them as trans!
May I use your art as a header/icon?
Of course! Remember to credit me tho~
Do you allow people to use your art freely?
I don’t allow reposts of my work (not that it matters that much, since almost all my art has been already reposted a million times ))): but I’d really appreciate it if you just shared my posts instead of reposting my art). As for phone backgrounds/wallpapers or stuff like that, yeah!
Do you have an instagram account or other social media, I would love to follow you there.
My main platform is twitter (same @), I post all my drawings there and I’m usually more active over there. Tumblr is kind of like an archive. I really like the community here but I find it easier to reply/interact with people on twitter! As for instagram, I do have an old art account (same @, again) but I haven’t posted in so long. I may start posting there soon if a certain rich guy decides to keep destroying the bird app tho.
I’ve always thought about this… how do you think it’d look if the aesthetics/styles [of your OCs] were reversed?
I’ll have to explore that in a future drawing, I haven’t thought much about it!
Do you write fics for your characters or has anyone else written fics about them?
Not yet! A couple of my friends have offered, tho! I usually like to stick to drawing because that’s what I do best, I don’t wanna subject anyone to my writing (it’s not very good,,,,). When I share some of my Ocs stories, I think it will be in comic format.
What's the story behind your OCs?
There are several, actually!! I like to put my OCs in different universes. As for now, there’s the Fairytale AU, the modern setting AU (this is the original one), and now the Werewolf/Vampire AU. I also did a drawing of them as spiderwoman and black cat but I don’t think that AU is gonna make a comeback for a while. I’m also planning a scifi AU but I’m not sure I’d be able to pull off that aesthetic with my current art style so I’m still working on it.
The Fairytale AU is the one I’m working on most of the time. I wanna release a small artbook with their story + illustrations. That was my main goal for 2023 but life got in the way, so maybe,,, 2024??? *crosses fingers*
Is your shop down? It’s saying that it’s not available.
I open my shop for 1-2 weeks every now and then, that’s why it’s closed most of the time! My plan is to open the store again in september, if i manage to finish all the merch in time! I’ll announce it on my twitter and tumblr account when I do.
Would you ever share a tutorial on how you make your art?
Yes, of course! I’m not very good at explaining my drawing process but If it helps anyone I’d love to! Just let me know what part of the drawing process you’d like me to focus on, because If i try to make a full illustration tutorial it’s gonna be too long/difficult to follow.
May I ask what brush do you use for your lineart?
I use a different brush almost every time I start an illustration, I’m not very consistent when it comes to that (I think it’s mainly because I haven’t found the perfect brush yet!). But let me know what illustration you’re curious about and I’ll try to remember which one I used!
Do you come up with poses off the top of your head or do you use some type of reference? I always struggle with them.
It depends on what I’m drawing! Some of my drawings are reinterpretations of paintings (I’m obsessed with pre-raphaelite painters and arthurian legend paintings in general), so in those cases I try to adapt the poses to my art style. Even If I’m trying to recreate an already existing painting I end up changing the poses/proportions a lot along the way to fit my personal taste/art style.
Other times, I just sketch from imagination (this is more entertaining, I think, since looking at references can make the drawing process a bit tedious). If I find it hard to draw a certain pose/part of the body I will look up references on printerest, no shame in using pictures! If I still can’t find the pose I need I’ll just take a picture of myself (this is like, a last resort for me. I’m too lazy for this).
My personal advice would be to use references for the pose and then tweaking the pose and trying to make it more personal
I love the way the armor was designed and rendered! Can you share some tips on designing armor?
Drawing armor is something I still struggle with most of the time. I think I’ve learned a lot in the past year (please don’t look at my armor drawings from 2022,,,,, sigh) but I still struggle to draw certain poses/angles. My advice is: don’t hesitate to draw non-functional armor!!! There’s always gonna be someone like “actually, that armour makes no sense :)” well !!!! it looks cool as hell so who caresssss !!!!!
I think it’s more important for you to get comfortable drawing armor before you start beating yourself up for not drawing accurate ones. It takes a lot of practice (I’m still learning!!!), especially if you’re trying to draw historically accurate ones, so start by having fun, and then work your way up from there.
Most of the tips I can think about are really hard to explain without a visual example, so let me know if that’d be a tutorial you would be interested in and I’ll try to make one (I’m cringing a little just saying this bc I swear, my armor skills are so bad compared to some amazing artists out there………..).
Do you allow cosplays your OCs?
YES…. YES PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM BEGGING YOUUU ILL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!!! *rattles my cage*
Do you allow fanart of your OCs?
Again,,, PLEASEEEEEEEEE !!! Just tag me so I don’t miss it and remember to give me credits if you do !!!!!!!!!!! :D
I was wondering if you use procreate , clip studio, or similar apps?
A mix of both. I used to draw on procreate only until I got a tablet and now I’m a clip studio user (csp sponsor me please), and now that’s all I use. I’m so used to drawing on PC now that I don’t think I’d be able to go back to procreate, but I still like that app a lot! All my drawings (even the ones I do on csp) always get retouched on procreate because I like some of the effects (*dreamy sigh* chromatic aberration filter,,, love u).
I wanted to know if the marks Cotton has on her waist are tattoos or like a scar?
Those are tats! Puppy is a tattoo artist ~~~ (I’m actually not sure if i’ll keep the waist tats on Cotton or if I’ll end up redesigning them,,,)
I was wondering if you take commissions?
Not right now. I also don’t have any plans of opening commissions any time soon! When I do, I’ll post a google forms on twitter and here on tumblr with the prices and type of comms I do. But there’s nothing scheduled.
Even tho I'm not doing commissions atm, I’m currently looking for illustration jobs (specially book covers), so don’t hesitate to email me at [email protected]
That's all for now, thank you for reading!! I think I covered most of the questions, I'll make another q&a post in the future! Bye~~
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❝ hc: they have a crush on s/o ❞ — knights + 2wink
character(s) ! knights / 2wink / gn! reader [separate]
warning ! nothing.. just floof... i mean fluff
note ! i proofread the whole thing, might miss some typos or incorrect facts by mistake.. that's all.. also a reposted work of mine from my watty and pardon my editing skill
- he'll try to find s/o anywhere he could since he felt all bubbly everytime he's staying near them, he wanted to know what is he feeling
- upon finding them, he'll probably jumped and called out for the whole world to hear
- " s/o !! there you are, my inspiration !! my muse !!~ "
- they were confused so much, ended up standing there and looking weirdly at leo
- still smiles sweetly at him
- again, he felt the bubbly feeling inside him
- leo felt content only looking and staying by their side
- believe me, he'll never stop being by s/o side— not until he finds out what he's feeling
- he knew it the first time he felt it— believe me, he'll still teases s/o and say bad thing; it's his nature after all (i love him sm slapped)
- maybe he'll either confess or not
- your choice
- but his life is not the same anymore; he's acting weird
- his tsundere is showing too much
- fellow knights member noticed the change
- except for the person themself
- sena can't help but always say something to them and sometimes, accidently made s/o cry
- cue the knights members being angry at him
- he's having a hard time since he knew he has a crush on them
- this beauty here !! darling is so sweet
- always gives affection to s/o
- but when naru had a crush on them, love and affection everywhere overloads
- somehow the love and affections being showered on s/o was not an odd thing anymore
- they were basically being oblivious as naru-chan tried to show her love to them
- damn too sweet is all i see
- i can describe no more //kisses her cheeks
- sleep, huggies and desserts
- he asks s/o to join him in short naps
- they were was shocked but obliged
- he uses their laps as his pillow
- " i think i have a crush on you... "
- he blurted out
- they were confused but they got the message
- would even spend more time with him if asked
- since their feeling is mutual towards him too
- this baby boy here doesn't know how to act around his producer anymore
- he'll stumble upon his words
- s/o laughs at his cuteness
- they'll play and spoil him nonstop
- kasa got fumes running out of his ears while red tinted his cheeks
- " p-producer !! please stop !! "
- no, they won't stop
- his crush for them bloom until one day he had the courage to tell them
- " producer, can i call you [name] ? "
- bewilderment covered their face
- they understood why he asked that and they teased him afterward
- he's mischievous
- will probably pull pranks to make s/o notice him
- troubles
- yuta will only sigh in the background
- " yuta-kun, hinata-kun is acting weird... "
- he'll get complaints from s/o since they felt uncomfortable by his sudden change
- hinata said sorry and showered them with nonstop sweets due to his sweet tooth
- found this side of him is cute
- slowly, they got closer and damn
- hinata was proud of himself
- cue yuta watching from afar silently supporting his brother
- this boy here may be having a problem when he knew he has a crush on s/o
- since he's the opposite of his brother, who's filled with mischief all the time– yuta tends to get in trouble with having a crush on s/o
- totally
- he's a sweet baby (everyone is idc)
- yuta would would be seen snooping around looking at s/o
- " s/o, are you alright ? "
- he once found them moody and he brightened their day with spicy food
- but they loved it and appreciated the kind gesture
- probably hinata got jealous over the affection his brother gave to their producer
closing note ! fr idk what did i wrote here.. i tried to proofread.. there might still be incorrect facts and how they would react as i haven't been able to stay up to date ever since the ss event (?) for (!!) ... so basically yeah i'm not sure anymore lol ... reblogs and likes are appreciated , thanks :3c
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2x1 anon. YAAAAAASSS. I hope I inspire people to ask you these 🤤 I have so many ideas, so many couples, where/with whom I do begin...
Yeah, please and thank you so much!
May I ask, pearl love with Tech and Crosshair in winter at night please. With an introverted reader maybe?
Better Together
Summary: It's been a week since Life Day, and you're struggling with being overwhelmed with everything you've had to do in the last two weeks. Luckily, you don't have to manage alone.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech
Word Count: 854
Prompt: Pearl - Honest Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Alright, I came really close to going over my word limit with this one, but, thankfully I was able to make it happen without going over the word limit. I hope you like it! Also, introversion kind of went hand in hand with anxiety in this one, I think. Whoops.
You love Crosshair and Tech. You do. They’re wonderful, even when Crosshair is at his grumpiest. Even when Tech is intentionally trying to irritate his brother.
You’ve never been happier.
But sometimes you need some space from them. It’s not because you don’t want them around, but because sometimes you just can’t handle people anymore. Even people that you love.
Maybe even especially people that you love.
Normally this happens after you’ve been forced to interact with a lot of people over a short period of time. Holidays are the worst for this, honestly. And though both Crosshair and Tech said that you didn’t have to host their siblings for Life Day, that their brothers and sister would understand, you were determined to push through it.
For a week. A week of people in your space. Touching your things. Talking to you.
It would have been overwhelming even if you hadn’t spent the week before with your family.
Which leads you to now.
Awake even though both Crosshair and Tech are asleep. Neither of them are pressed against you, which is a good thing because it means that you’re able to slide out the end of the bed and retreat to the living room.
Hunter and the others left earlier that day, but the Life Day decorations are still hanging around your home, and you need to do something, anything, to make the bad feelings go away, so, in spite of the late hour, you start pulling decorations off the tree.
It’s peaceful. The movements of pulling ornaments down and wrapping them is the perfect kind of repetitive that it’s nearly meditative, and you’re able to half watch the snow fall from the sky.
Quiet. Peaceful.
Exactly what you need.
Still, you’re not surprised when the bedroom door slides open and a pair of warm bodies press against your sides, “Kitten,” Crosshair sounds doubly grumpy, and you feel bad for waking him up, “It’s 2 in the morning.” His arms sling low around your waist, and his fingers absently play with the hem of the shirt you’re wearing.
“There are more productive times to pull down the decorations.” Tech agrees as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Such as when the sun comes up.”
“I’m being productive now,” You point out.
Crosshair’s arms tighten around you, “You should be sleeping, not pulling down life day decorations, Kitten.”
“You should not be doing it alone at all.” Tech adds, “We all decorated, so we all pull the decorations down.”
“You were asleep.” You offer weakly.
The brothers share a look over your head, before Crosshair sighs and lightly pulls the decoration from your hand, carelessly tossing it into the box, and he pulls you onto his lap so you’re facing Tech.
He rests his forehead against the back of your head and his arms wrap tightly around you.
Tech, meanwhile, shifts closer so that he’s able to cup your face with gentle hands. “You are overwhelmed.” It’s not a question, but a statement of face, “You have been for days now. We,” He motions to himself and Crosshair, “did not say anything because everytime we tried you claimed that you were fine.”
“I am-”
“Don’t.” Crosshair warns, “Don’t lie. Not to us. You think we can’t tell how you are feeling, Kitten? After all this time?”
“The back to back Life Day Events were too much. Even we think that.” Tech adds, “Next year we will spread them out.”
“Next time you’re feeling overwhelmed, just be honest with us.” Crosshair says, “That’s the only way that this relationship is going to work. You agreed to that.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” You slump in Crosshair’s arms, “I just…you were both so happy to see your brothers and sister-”
“-and you felt that you could not talk to us.” Tech finishes, “That is on us, and we are sorry, cyare.”
“Clearly, we all need to do better.” Crosshair says, “We can start in the morning, when the sun comes up.”
“I agree, we should return to bed.” Tech says, “Will you come with us?”
You glance at the decorations all around you, and Crosshair squeezes your hip tightly, “The mess will hold until the sun comes up.” He says in your ear, “Come back to bed, Kitten.”
You sigh and nod, “Alright.”
Tension seems to drain out of both men, and you wonder if they expected you to fight them on this.
And then you’re ushered back into bed, and bundled up with your favorite blanket. Crosshair tangles his legs with yours and pulls your face to his chest, while Tech buries his face in the back of your neck.
They both murmur affirmations of love against your skin, and you feel a surge of affection towards them both as you return their sentiments.
And then a wave of exhaustion hits you, and you wonder if part of your problem is that neither Crosshair or Tech have been as physically affectionate with you in the past week. Something to consider in the morning, as you slowly drift off to sleep, safe and comfortable in their arms.
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The Bear & His Honey
Chapter 4
Inspo: Quote- “ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me- I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.”
Dedication: @daysofyellowroses - bestie thank you for inspiring and encouraging me to write. I haven’t felt more alive and inspired then I have in the past few days writing again. Thank you!! This is for you loveyyyy.
Summary: Winnie & Carmy get closer. Have a marg over a mini therapy session, Winnie fixes up Carm’s panic injury. They find out there may just have been a single thread of gold tying them together the entire time.
W/C: 5,484
A/N: Oh my lanta y’all!! 2 chapters in one day?! I promise- PROMISEEE tonight I am figuring a master list out, because I (myself) have been struggling to keep things canon to the story by having to scroll and scroll through my page to find each part to see what I said for Winnie, LOL! So get hype for that, I love this chapter even more then the last bc it has more Carmy, but Richie is so fun to write and I can’t wait for he&Winnies friendship to bloom!!! For my canon Carmy continues going to therapy once or so a week / a support group type talk therapy so that is why he shares more than he would in the show. It’s on his one day off so that’s why he is able to continue making it, and he thrives on routine so going once a week keeps him regulated.
Warnings for BTC: A little bit of smut, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of vehicular accidents ending in death, mentions of self-harm, mentions of severe injury, negative self-talk, feminine yearning (ofc), fluffy fluff (enough for your teeth to rot out of ur face), panic disorder, mentions of a panic attack, heavy petting, alcohol, mentions of smoking cigarettes, mental health issues, exhausted Carmy LOL
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The door flings open and before I could even get a good look at him his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, his large hands resting on my rib cage, and thumbs gently rubbing soothing strokes. I gasped a bit in surprise at the contact, his muscular chest pressed to mine. Pulling me tighter and he nuzzles his face in my neck, his hot breath causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin. I inhaled his scent, a bit of his musky spicy cologne still left over after the long day, cigarette smoke, and a day of working, but he didn’t smell bad at all. I would buy a fucking candle of it if I could, and never burn it so it lasts forever.
He needed this hug.
“Thank you f’ comin’, Winnie. I really need a drink, like now” he said quietly and I bit my lip, my hands rubbing soothing circles in the middle of his back. “Course, you think I’d turn down a free drinky-drink from the sexiest little Chef boy in Chicago?” He chuckled into my neck, feeling a small smile press into my skin. “I’m sorry” he pulls away and I finally am able to look at him.
His hair is a mess, cheeks are stained red, his eyes are bloodshot and glazed over like he’d been crying, he rubs the back of his neck and I see a bit of smeared blood over his forearm. “It’s- it’s okay, hard day?” I asked, twiddling my fingers anxiously, worried he was going to ask me to leave and tell me that it wasn’t a good time anymore. “Ye’” he replied in a sigh and I swallowed hard.
“D-did you- sorry,” my voice coming out small and meek. I clear my throat “Was it- not a good time for you? It’s fine, totally, totally fine…should have given my number I guess - but I can-“ I motion my thumb to the door down the hall.
“No! No, please, stay. It’s - it’ll be nice. To like- to see you. I meant sorry about,” he squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head “sorry for like- flinging myself on you?” He says and I giggle, causing him to look at me.
“I love hugs! You give great hugs, is that why your sister calls you Bear? Oh my god!! Wait. This is your- that’s so cool, Carmen! You’re so cool!” I motioned to the restaurant, alluding to the name. “That’s so fuckin cool dude!” He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets shyly and looking at his feet.
“Thank you, but- uh. No. I’m not…usually a hugger which is why I’m also surprised I did that, guess I needed it. They call me bear cause - well. Don’t poke the bear kinda thing” he said and I took a few steps forward, our toes almost touching and his eyes met mine again. I raise my hand, and gently poke the flower tattoo adorning his left arm with my forefinger and smile. “Gonna bite me?” I quip, lifting my hands and poking short pokes all over his chest and he laughs a bit.
“Y’re cute” he said and I put a final poke on his nose, blush rising to my cheeks at the statement. “And very thirsty. Pour me a drink will you, bartender?” I turned around on the ball of my foot swiftly, walking with pep back into the kitchen and I look back at him, to find his eyes practically undressing me from where I’d left him moments ago. I grin, putting my hands on my hips “You staring at my ass isn’t making me any less thirsty over here, bartender!” I said and he blushes “sorry…sorry”
He comes out and places a hand at the small of my back leading me to the main part of the restaurant and towards the bar “you just - uh…you look really good. I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to get home, I wanted to but - shit just got outta control, Syd forgot about this huge cannoli order and we forgot to get the powdered sugar with the last resupply so I had to make powdered sugar - it was just-” I rub my hand up his arm gently, stopping him and grabbing his attention.
“It’s fine Carmen. You look fine. I’ll admit, a little bit tired. But you worked all day, I’ve been there” I shrug and he nods a bit, “thanks” he said softly walking behind the bar. I get up on one of the bar stools, crossing my legs and resting my chin in my palm looking over the restaurant and tapping my nails on the table. “This place is super nice, Carm, you should be so proud of yourself. It feels fancy but inviting too.” I hum admiring the lights and artwork on the walls.
“Why thank you, we all worked really hard. I’m surprised it came together every day, but super grateful.” He said, taking Patron off of the middle shelf and scooping ice into the mixer, counting to himself as he pours it. “Doesn’t show, you run a tight ship it sounds, Chef” I smiled. He snorts “how would you know? Or is it just the pans from earlier” he said and threw a few slices of jalapeño, lime, and mint in to the cup before closing it tightly and shaking.
“Yes and no, Richie told me, said that you were a good boy today though, and your sister was the one causing trouble” blush creeps into his cheeks. “Ye’ and see what happens when I’m ‘good’ as you told me to do? Shit got fucked” he pours in some club soda and mixes it with a bar spoon before pouring us both a glass. “Mmmm. Was that because you weren’t barking orders, or because something happened out of your control, and you’re blaming yourself?” I asked honestly and he set my glass down in front of me, biting his lip for a moment.
“Everything is out of my fucking control” he muttered and shook his head, as if it was a quiet, painful reminder to himself. “Most things, in most people’s lives, are out of our control” I gently rest my hand over his and he meets my eyes. “The only things you can control is if, and when you fall apart, and how well you glue yourself back together.” I said earnestly and he swallows thickly, nodding.
“I like that..thank you” he said and I nod. “Don’t worry, I won’t charge you- this time. But d’ya think I can get a fancy umbrella or somethin’ for this drink?” I smiled and nudged it toward him, he chuckled, shaking his head “you are somethin’ else, Winnie” he crouches down behind the bar with a grunt.
“Fuck. I’m 26 but my back feels 90” he said and I laughed a bit. “It’s all the cookin’! And being on your feet too damn much, My mom is a massage therapist, you should let me give you a massage sometime.” I said and he got back up, groaning dramatically which made me giggle. “For you, dear.” He drops a little pink umbrella into my cup.
“Oh my goodness you poor thing. Come sit down” I pat the spot next to me and plucked my bag off the seat, hanging it off the back of my chair. He comes around the bar, plopping down in the chair next to me with a sigh of relief. “I will absolutely take you up on your massage offer sometime.” He said, rubbing over his face tiredly and running his hands through his muss of curls before taking a sip of his own drink.
“Please do, I’ll pull out all the stops for ya’, but just so you know- a happy ending comes with a pretty cost” I said flirtatiously and nudged his leg with my boot playfully. He chuckled and looked over at me “yea? Thanks for the heads up I’ll be sure to budget accordingly for my trip to Winnie’s Massage Parlor” he teased and I laughed a bit.
“Yess!! Please do! There’s also Winnie’s salon, Winnie's hospital, and Winnie’s library!! Come by for all your daily needs I’ma’ Jane of all trades” I shrug and take another sip of my drink. “Speaking of” I take his left arm, looking at the inner part near the crook, where 4 large scratches were, done so violently that the skin beneath was turning into a speckled bruise meaning by morning it would be a dark purple.
“What happened?” I ask softly, my finger tip gently brushing over the untouched skin over the smeared, dried out blood below the wound. “Ahh-“ he shakes his head “it’s stupid. It’s not even bad don’t worry about it” he said and I looked at him, concerned. “Did- did Sug-“ he cuts me off quickly “Sugar, would never hurt me.” He said, his tone was deadly serious.
I nodded quickly, swallowing hard. “Okay, Carm, I believe you” I said softly and squeezed his wrist gently. “Will you…let me take care of you- please?” I ask quietly, looking into his eyes, my gaze pleading for a yes.
“So Winnie’s hospital is mobile?” He said with a small teasing smile. I roll my eyes playfully. “Yes, let’s go find the first aid kit, and honestly it’s pretty but like - empty in here and… I dunno” I bit my lip, hoping he got the hint and he nods “sure we - we can uh. Yeah. Let’s go sit in Sugars office. She has a couch” I nodded and hopped off the seat, gasping when the corner of it hooks onto the hem of my skirt as I get down and pulls it up, exposing my backside clad in a lacy red thong through the sheer bum part of my fleeced nylons.
“Oh my god!” I blurt as I quickly pulled it back down, my cheeks on fire, and my heart pounding in embarrassment. I hear Carmen burst out in laughter behind me making my embarrassment grow and I turned around, crossing my arms over my chest, my eyebrows becoming furrowed. “Hey!” I snip “what’s so funny!! Why were you looking peeping tom!” I whine and he covers his mouth to stifle the laughter.
“To make sure your munchkin self didn’t trip off of the stool in those clunky ass boots!! Being a gentleman really paid off for me there” he said and I went over slapping his arm gently with a smile growing on my face. “I guess it’s a good thing I wore panties or I would’ve mooned you” I grab my drink and turn around, a surprised chuckle coming from him.
“Holy shit, you go commando?” He asks, holding the kitchen door open for me “sometimes, she needs to breathe!!” I said with a shrug and pushed my bag up on my shoulder as I followed him back to Sugars office. “But what if you get horny?” He asked and I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. “Dude!! Richie said you were not forward with girls, that’s pretty forward” I set my bag down on sugars desk and he plops down on the big comfy sofa pulling out a recliner on his side and he sighs, closing his eyes.
“Gimme a sec’ this is the first time my feet are up since 1” he said and I sat down next to him, “you haven’t sat down since I left?!” I asked and he shook his head, opening his eyes and head falling to the side on the cushion to look at me. “Mm-mm” he hummed in response. “Where’s the first aid kit? I’ll find it” I said and he rubs his face, thinking.
“Uhhh. Oh there’s one in here actually, go over to the other side of Sug’s desk, it should be tucked there next to the wall” he said and took a sip of his drink. I got up, going where he said and I leaned over, completely forgetting the rules of skirts by mistake. “You’re a fucking tease” he said lowly and my heart pounds, my stomach fluttering wildly, and my core beginning to twitch and throb in excitement.
“What’s not nice about helping a new friend clean up their boo-boo’s?” I asked innocently, a small smile on my lips as I turned and sat down on the couch on the cushion next to him. He smirks “you…are gonna make me crazy” he said softly and closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the sofa. I opened the kit, taking out hand sanitizer, saline wipes, gauze, and triple antibiotic.
“Wait-“ he said his eyes flickering open “you- you met Richie?” He asks as if I hadn’t been mentioning him since I walked in the door, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It’s like- the first thing I said when I got here.” I said and he sighs softly. “I’m…sorry.” He finally said, like he was contemplating whether to say more. “That’s ok, you had a hard day” I took his arm gently, laying it across my lap. “What did he say? How bad did he embarrass me?” He questions and I giggle a bit, sanitizing my hands before opening a saline wipe.
“Not at all! He said you’re shy with girls, that he’s surprised you asked me out cause he thinks I’m pretty, and apparently, doesn’t think you are very funny- but I on the other hand, seemed to make him laugh a lot so- got you beat” I teased with a smile as I ever gently wipe over the wounds.
He snorts “well, you are pretty, he’s an asshole but right.” He said and I looked up at him “not many people make me laugh anymore, you seem to, though.” I said honestly, and he tugs his lip between his teeth to catch a grin from taking over his features. “Yea?” He asks quietly with a blush going across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. “Mmhmm” I hum in reply, putting the ointment on and carefully rubbing it in.
It was quiet for a moment before he says “I’m sorry.” Causing me to look up at him, but his gaze was stuck on the ceiling. “This wasn’t - I wanted to do something nice for you and… I’m sorry.” I stop working on his arm “sorry for what, Carm? This is so nice. The drink is really good, thank you for making it, I’m glad to be here.” I said honestly and placed my hand on top his.
His icy blue eyes meet mine, looking over my face slowly and locking on my lips. His eyes flick back to mine when he responds “you just look so pretty, like you should be on a real date. Not here fuckin-“ he sighs, looking down at his arm then back at me. “Dealing with my stupid mistake.” I shook my head and wrapped up his arm with a bandage to keep it clean and dry while he slept and it could scab over.
“This is a real date. You own a restaurant. Carmen. Look at me.” I order and he looks into my eyes. “You, just you, asking me to come see you, to be together, to get to know each other? You are enough. This is a date. An awesome date. I’m having fun, are you having fun?” I asked and he smiled a bit.
“No, but….” He trails off, looking at his lap and I felt my heart physically ache, my face drooping “peace” he finally said “I feel…at peace, with you around. I noticed it when we were outside earlier, I came out for a smoke cause I was about to absolutely loose it on Syd, and I don’t- I- I can’t do that to her. So I went out and I totally forgot my light and then..you were there and I forgot about everything.” He said.
Goosebumps arise on my skin at the admission, the warmth in my chest returning at full force. “And - I thought about you…all day- all-all day. Not like- god I sound like a creep” he takes his arm, rubbing his face in embarrassment. “I thought about you too.” I reply softly. “I thought about you…a lot. Actually.” I bit my lip and his eyes met mine, searching for truth and it was all he found in my locked gaze.
“Not like- I just couldn’t understand how I felt. But the more I think… I do this thing.” He rubs his chin as he thinks. “Learned it in therapy, they said when you can’t figure out how a person or a situation made you feel, you can like think of people and situations that you do know how you feel about, and keep comparing them until you find a match. S-so when I thought of you.” He swallows thickly and I sit up, completely entrenched in listening to him.
“I found that things that gave me the same feelings w-were like…my one day off a week that I don’t have to be here. I think of…the fucking morning I went to Central Park and watched the sunrise and it was so..so quiet. I think- I think” he presses his lips together. “O-of-of Mikey. Of my brother. He’s dead. But. H-he. He protected me a lot, growin’ up. Helped me out. A lot. I felt like when Mikey was around, it was alright. And that’s how I felt earlier. I’m sorry-“ he shakes his head, putting the recliner down and finishing off his drink.
“Why?” I ask and squeeze his hand “that’s…so, so sweet. You make me feel at peace too, unless you’re angry- but I was worried for you and what happened. I’m so happy I make you feel like that, Carmen. Thank you for sharing, may I hug you?” I ask gently and he looks at me a bit surprised. “Y-yea ‘fcourse c’mere” he opened his arms and I wrapped him in a warm embrace. “The way you make me laugh makes me feel the way my brother did when he made me laugh, we were twins. He died.” I said just above a whisper.
He rests his cheek on the top of my head, rubbing soothing circles in my back as I did for him earlier. “I’m so sorry, what was his name?” He asked, equally as quiet. “Chris, Christopher” I felt my lip quiver, that never dulling ache in my chest throbbing at the memory of him.
“Oh, wow” he whispered “Winnie and Christopher” I felt him smiling on my hair “your parents knew what they were doin’ with names, that’s adorable.” He said and I smiled a bit. “Thank you, can you guess what our nursery was?” I look up at him and he raises his eyebrows.
“Hmm.. let me think. Oh! I know, Dumbo?” He says sarcastically and I laugh, closing my eyes and nuzzling my face in his neck “Silly. Winnie the Pooh, I always said it was my room, because they had a big wall sticker of Winnie and all his animal friends, but not one of Christopher since they couldn’t find one. He hated that” I said and his fingers gently rubbed over the spot of bare skin between my skirt and my top. I feel him chuckle a bit “that’s cute” he said.
“How did Mikey…” I trail off, his fingers stilling. “Shot ‘emself” he said plainly and my hug around his torso tightens “I’m so sorry” I whisper in to his skin. “What about Chris?” He asked and I swallowed thickly. “We got in a motorcycle accident. I still can’t talk about it.” I said as evenly and emotionlessly as I could, if I opened that flood gate there was no shutting it.
“Oh- my god. Wow. I’m so sorry, I’m so glad you’re….” He trails off, realizing the other victim was very much not ok in any sense of the word. I sit up, taking my half full drink off the table and drinking it down in 3 big gulps. “Want another?” He asks and I shake my head, “work tomorrow” I said and he nods, “yeah me too” he muttered rubbing over his face.
“Can I…get your number?” I asked and he nodded sitting up “course you can” he said and took his phone out of his pocket, logged in and opened up a new contact screen, offering it to me. “Only if I can have yours” he said with a small smile. “Of course!!” I took it from him.
Winnie 🍯
I put as the contact name, and type in my number, hitting save before handing it back. I do the same for him on my phone and hand it to him, when it’s returned, I see
Carm🐻
I smile, deleting the emoji and switching it for a 🧸 instead. I show him with a tilt of my wrist “cause your awesome hugs.” I said and smiled, saving it again. He blushes, smiling and shaking his head “I think you’re the one who gives good hugs, you smell like honey and you’re all soft.” He said and I giggle. “I’m glad you like my perfume” I said and pushed my hair behind my shoulders.
“I do, it’s very nice. You live around here?” He asks and I nod “2 blocks that-a-way” I point behind us and he raises his eyebrows. “Really, what street?” He asked “Kensington Ave. The brownstones” I said and he chuckled “No shit. I live in the high rise across the way” he said and my mouth drops. “Wow. Work neighbors, and building neighbors, we’ve never met?” I giggle “you've been avoiding me?” I ask and he chuckles “never, uhh. I’m like never home. I go there to sleep for a few hours, and my days off I…sleep…the whole day usually, I usually get home around 1am and leave at like 4ish, sometimes 5 if I sleep in” I raise my eyebrows in disbelief.
“3 hours of sleep and you wonder why you feel 90? You need to sleep Carmen. You’re gonna have a heart attack.” I said and he chuckled. “If I would only be that lucky'' he joked, taking our empty glasses to the kitchen and I followed him “no- i'm serious, like you’re gonna drive yourself nuts.” I said, leaning on the counter watching him wash the glasses.
“I am already there sweetheart don’t worry, been there- ahh let’s see, 20? Maybe 19. So 7 years of insanity give or take.” He said and I giggled, shaking my head. “You are not nuts. A crazy person couldn’t run a restaurant.” I said and he snorted “that speaking is the mind of someone who doesn’t work in a restaurant. No, you have to be a psycho to do this shit. Especially at the level I do it.” He shuts off the sink, putting the cups on the drying rack and leaning on his elbows on the table mirroring me from across.
“I think you’re very, very passionate.” I brush his curls from his eyes “and that you sometimes get in your own way by not allowing people to help you.. which can make things harder” I said and he smiled, amusedly. “How do you already know so much about me, have you been stalking and avoiding me so I don’t find out?” He teases and I laugh. “Shut up, no. I have not. I dunno… like our souls know each other. That’s how I feel.” I shrug, crossing my hands under my chin and looking at him.
“Hmm” he says. “Do you believe in past lives?” He asks and I nod “for sure. And future ones. I don’t think we can learn everything in one go that our souls need” I shrug and he nods a bit. “We need to talk more about this when I don’t have a pounding headache from being so overtired” he said softly and I pout, “c'mon let’s walk home.” I said and headed back to the office to grab my things.
“I just have to go to the back and get my stuff gimme a few” he said from the kitchen. I waited by the island, shawl back on and bag on my shoulder. When he comes back out, my breath gets caught in my throat. Hes wearing delicious light grey sweatpants, blue Nike sneakers, and a plain white champion hoodie. As he lifted his arms to put his backpack on, the hoodie rode up, revealing his tight, toned stomach, and deep, deep V line. I lick my lips, imagining myself on my knees worshiping his god-like figure and he clears his throat.
I looked up again, realizing he completely caught me red handed checking him out like the hottest new library book and I felt my cheeks heat, giving a shy smile. “Ready?” He asked and I nod “ready” I said meekly, mentally face palming for my lack of discretion. “Y’know it’s not a bad thing to check me out, right? I guess for earlier you can call us even” He asked as we walked down the hallway and I nearly tripped over my own feet at the boldness. “Fuck you” I roll my eyes playfully and he opens the door for me.
“I’m a little tired right now, but for you? Anything. Your place or mine?” He asked and I laughed, slapping his chest playfully “you are a naughty, naughty little boy” I teased, wrapping my arms around his bicep as we walked. “Just letting you know allll the ways this glorious date could end” he said, a smug smirk on his face and I shook my head, looking at the sidewalk.
This was so nice. I usually am needing to check behind me every couple steps, am tensing at every noise or stranger I pass, but with Carmen I feel protected. Secure.
“I’ve never actually been able to enjoy this at night, I’m always looking over my shoulder wondering if I need to get my switchblade out” I chuckle shaking my head. “Switchblade? Damn. Can I see it?” He asks and I nod, digging in my purse and pulling out the pink knife attached with a MyMelody keychain to a can of mace.
I pulled away from him, hopping a few steps ahead. “Everybody watch out! I’m a woman that’s armed and dangerous!!” I giggle, clicking the little button and the hello kitty blade swings out with a click. He laughs, and I faced him, waving it around the air in front of me lightly “what’s so funny huh? I’m menacing Carmen, imagine I mugged you right now with a hello kitty knife” I said, causing him to laugh harder, clutching his stomach.
“Oh my god - please” he snorts in laughter causing me to laugh. “Awww little piggy!!” I teased and he gasps pretending to be offended. “okay! Rude! You better not snort ever or you’ll be the piggy miss” he said making me start laughing again “you are at my mercy right now, sir, have you so easily forgotten?” I gently wave the pewny knife in front of his face.
“Oh you sweet thing. I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” He plucks it from my fingers easily, closing it. “Only because I have the strongest little chef in all of Chicago to protect me. My knight in sexy gray sweatpants and a white sweatshirt” I mused, a playful smile dancing on my lips. “Mmm ok we’re getting there. I don’t like the little part, but- we’ll get there” he joked, dropping the knife back in my purse.
“Oh, yeah?” I said, grabbing his arm again as we continued, our buildings come in to view. One of my hands trains down his arm, slinking my fingers to wrap between his. “Mmhmm” he hummed.
I stopped again, standing in front of him and wrapping my arms around his neck loosely, standing on my tip-toes even in my heels to reach his ear. “I think that you know, that I know, you’re the sexiest, most hard working, passionate, gentleman - that I’ve ever had the pleasure of having a chance with. And I also think that you know, I have bratty tendencies, and love pulling your chain because I know it gets you going. You wanna know what I’m 100% sure of, though?” My sultry hot breath caused goosebumps to come up on his neck, his hands wrapping around my waist and squeezing gently. “Was’ that baby” he said softly, his voice laced with desire. I lace my fingers in his hair, gently tugging at his frizzy curls from the day.
“I’m sure that you need a brat. Because what you need, Carmy.” I nibbled at his ear gently. His breath hitches in his throat, biting his lip to silence a soft moan. I wasn’t quite sure where all of this raw confidence and honesty was coming from, likely from the strong drink Carmy had made and my being a lightweight.
“Is to be able to force someone in their place, and have full unrelinquished control over the entire situation. For someone to give themselves to you, be fully yours. To use. To love. To worship. Whatever you desire. Cause you’re a control freak. But that’s sexy, that’s soo sexy. I love a man who knows what he needs” I place a soft, lingering kiss on his racing pulse point.
His hands trail down, cupping my ass before squeezing roughly and I moan softly at the contact. His hands were so strong, so large, but somehow the touch was still lacking confidence. “C-can I” he says softly, “can I kiss you, please?” He whispers. I lift my face to meet his, our noses brushing as I rest my forehead on his, looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide from both the dark and lust, the only peak of blue being a tiny sliver.
“That depends,” I said with a smirk adorning my lips, I nuzzle my nose against his gently. “Will you kiss me how you want, Carm? Or how you think I want?” I ask and he licks his lips. “I want to make you happy” he whispers, I twirl a curl at the base of his neck around my finger. “It will make me happy, if you take what you want from me” I whispered.
Before I could blink, his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily- a war of tongue and lips, my fingers tightening around his hair and tugging smiling proudly when he moaned into my mouth. His hands trail my skirt, lifting it slightly to massage my backside in his hands wantingly. I let him take me, dominate me, own me in that moment, matching his hot feverish kisses as well as the sweet, gentle ones. We only broke apart to breathe, our chests rising and falling at an equal rapid pace. His lips were slick from our kiss, swollen from the rough encounter. He was beautiful.
The only sound was the infrequent car passing, or the sound of the crickets that had made their homes in the small patches of grass on the side of the sidewalk that housed the trees.
“I want you to come to family”
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If the World was Ending
Christian Pulisic x reader
Your ex, Christian shows up unannounced hoping to find some comfort in you after facing some rough times.
Word count: 3800+
Warnings: Smut, fluff, swearing, angst
Requested: No
A/N: This was inspired by the song "If the World was Ending" by JP Saxe ft. Julia Michaels. It may be terrible and I'm not sure I like it, but here it is.
You are watching the match from the comfort of your home, your laptop resting in your lap as you attempted to get some work done as well. They were having a terrible season, and tonight their Champions League dreams had also ended. You are wearing an old Chelsea hoodie which belonged to a boy you once loved, and part of you still did. However, he now stood in the middle of the pitch, looking tired, defeat washing over his beautiful features.
You met Christian shortly after he signed for Chelsea, the American quickly stealing your heart. You moved in together when rumors of a lockdown due to Covid swirled, neither of you wanting to be alone for the indefinite future. Your romance had been somewhat of a whirlwind at the beginning, both so swept up in each other that you didn't really even know what was happening. However, after two years together, it all ended, fairly amicably, neither of you to blame, but it was evident you weren't meant to be together, so you split up.
You would be lying if you said you didn't still think about him, you lost count of the number of times you started to reach out to him, when things weren't going well for him at Chelsea, when he helped the US qualify for the World Cup, when he scored what ended up being the goal that pushed them out of the group stages and he subsequently got injured, and again when they had failed to make it to the next round after a heartbreaking loss to the Netherlands. The thought also crosses your mind tonight, but ultimately like those other times, you decide against it.
What you didn't know was that with each of those events in his life, as well as countless others, he wanted more than anything to call you, he spent hours searching through notifications for any sign of you, but never found it, and never found the courage within himself to make the first move.
When the two of you broke up, you had agreed to stay friends, and you did for a while. You still attended some events with him, made it to the occasional match, and continued supporting him from afar. On occasion, he also reached out to you, seeking a particular type of comfort only you seemed to be able to provide. But for the last year, you had no contact with him, both of you thinking it was for the best to let the other move on.
A knock at your door dragged you from your thoughts, it was late, very few people were on the guest list for your appartment, and an even smaller number knew the code to get up to your floor, thinking it must be a neighbor needing something, you open the door, surprised to see a completely broken brown haired, brown eyed boy standing in front of you.
"Oh" you whispered quietly, looking into those eyes you used to get lost in for hours on end. "Hey" he croaks out, "I'm sorry, I left the stadium, heading home, but somehow ended up here, I wasn't even sure you still lived here until I found out I was still on the list, I don't want to bother you, I shouldn't have come over, I know it's been a long time, I just," he rambled, looking down at his feet, his hand rubbing over the back of his neck, a clear sign to you that he was nervous.
"Christian, stop," you reach out to place your hand on his jaw, causing him to look back up at you and sigh, instinctively relaxing into your touch. "Come in, please" you whisper, moving to the side and allowing him entrance into your apartment, a place that was as nearly as familiar to him as his own home.
With the door closed behind him, you pull him into a tight embrace. His face burrying into your neck as he breathes in your scent, a scent he didn't realize he had missed so much until just now. One of your hands settles into his hair while the other gently rubs his back, two things that you'd done thousands of times before tonight.
Quiet sobs escape his lips as you feel a few tears fall against your neck. You pull way from him, tilting his head up and wiping the tears away with your thumbs. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, "sorry," he mumbles "force of habit."
"It's ok," you whisper back, offering a reassuring smile which he doesn't reciprocate. "Would you like a beer or something?" you offer. "Tea would actually be nice," he says, his tone still very flat. He kicks off his shoes and follows you into the kitchen. You quickly grab the remote and turn off the post match coverage that was still playing, "sorry, force of habit" you smile reluctantly.
You fix tea for the both of you while he watches in silence, sliding his cup across the counter to him, you make your way over to the couch and sit down, him following close behind you. He takes a sip of the tea you'd made for him and his head falls back against the cushions, "some things never change" he sighs, "I've still never figured out how your tea is so much better than mine."
You stay quiet for a few more minutes, giving him time to hopefully settle in, "do you want to talk about tonight?" you ask him quietly. He shakes his head. "Ok, do you want to talk about anything?" you try again, still unsure why he showed up at your door, although, you have a pretty good idea of where this will end up. "Not really, it's all shit right now, so I wouldn't even know where to start," he says as he takes another sip of tea, "I shouldn't have just shown up here like this, I just didn't want to be alone, and you've always been the one person I could count on when it felt like the world was ending."
"Christian, I" you start but he stops you. "I know, y/n, I know we didn't work out for a reason, and I'm not here trying to sort through any of that, I can leave if you want me to. I know me showing up like this is probably the last thing you want or need."
"I don't want you to leave," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You know he needs you more than anything or he wouldn't be here, and you have never been able to deny him, a part of you still needing to be needed by him. You turned on a movie, something he'd probably seen a hundred times, understanding it's what would help him to unwind.
Quietly, you stand up, taking your now empty cups to the kitchen. Your eyes staying focused on him as you wash them, watching him sitting on your couch with his head leaned back against the cushions. He looks so broken, so fragile to you that it breaks your heart.
When the two of you broke up, there were no hard feelings really, you'd simply grown apart, both of you needing time to figure out who you were and what you really wanted out of life. You had been lonely of course, you'd lost your best friend, you had been really close with his family, especially his sister, and the guys you had become so accustomed to being around every day just vanished, but ultimately this gave you the time and space you needed to really work on yourself, and for that you were thankful.
But looking at him right now, you knew what he was here for, this had happened a few times after your breakup, he would show up, needing you, and you didn't have it in you to send him away. So you'd sleep together. It wasn't meaningless, how could it be meaningless with someone you'd once been in love with, but it was easy, comfortable, and there were no awkward morning after regrets. After the last time, you really thought you were both done with each other for good though, especially since it had been over a year with no contact whatsoever.
He'd come home with you that last night, a fit of jealousy taking over him when he thought you were out with someone else, not giving you time to explain that it was someone from work, whose wife also happened to be accompanying you. He had practically dragged you out of the club you were in, the two of you tumbling into the back of a taxi, barely able to keep your clothes on until you got into your apartment. He had fucked you on the counter you were now leaning against, saying he wanted to show you who you still belonged to, and to be fair, you did belong to him, part of you always would. The next morning, he placed a light kiss on your forehead and left, and you hadn't heard from him since.
It was then that he realized that his behavior was toxic, he knew you had both agreed that you weren't right for each other, but he also knew he didn't want anyone else to have you either. After that night, he was painfully aware that he needed to take the time to actually work on himself, figure out who he was as an individual before trying to find his way back to you.
And now here he is, clearly at his most vulnerable point, barely a shadow of the fun-loving, happy guy you knew. You know what he wants and needs from you, and even though you know it will quite possibly break your heart, you still love him enough to give him what he needs. Right now, what he needs is to forget everything that's going on, and maybe, just for the night, he needs to be able to remember what you once had.
You wander back to the couch, grazing your hand over the top of his head as you pass by, sitting down a plate of his favorite cookies on the coffee table before handing one to him, also taking one for yourself as you sit down close to him, tucking your knees under you. He hums at the taste, memories flooding his mind as his eyes flutter closed. "These have always been my favorite," he says his voice barely above a whisper, giving you the only hint of a smile you've seen since he's been here. "I know, I got the urge to make them earlier, now I guess I know why," you offer him a kind smile as he shifts to rest his hand over your legs.
Without realizing, your hand moves towards his arm, lightly tracing over the tattoos that you had once adored so much. Eventually, his own body betrays him and he turns to lay with his head in your lap. He cannot explain why he needs you as much as he does, but right now, he doesn't have the energy to fight it.
He's laying on his back, one arm draped over his stomach while you still trace soft shapes over it, your other hand finds it's way to his hair, gently scratching at his scalp, hoping to help ease his mind in whatever way you can. "You can talk to me you know, I do still care about everything that's going on with you, I know it's been a rough patch lately and I should've reached out to you, I just thought maybe you had someone else and I didn't want to interfere."
He shakes his head softly, "no, there's no one else," he whispers.
"What about you? Is there someone that's going to walk through that door and want to kick my ass?"
You shake your head and notice a flicker of a smile on his lips before he starts to tell you everything that's been going on. You listen as he let's everything out, only nodding quietly or offering him your support and reminding him that most of these things are well beyond his control. As he keeps talking you feel worse and worse for not reaching out to him, especially the last time he had gotten injured, you knew when you saw it happen he would be devastated that his excellent run of form was yet again ruined with an injury, but you still didn't have it in you to call him.
After he finishes talking, he seems lighter, like he just needed to get all of the thoughts of his head and spoken in front of someone he knew he could trust not to pass any kind of judgement. "Thank you for listening to me, I know I just unloaded a whole lot of shit on you," he says, his expression a bit softer. "It's fine, Chris, um, Christian, I promised you a long time ago I would always be here for whatever you need, and I don't plan on breaking that anytime soon," you sigh, your hand moving to caress the fine stubble on his jaw.
He leans up towards you, pressing a tentative kiss to your lips before pulling away to glance over your expression. He smiles slightly when you cup your other hand over the other side of his face and lean in to kiss him again.
He quickly changes positions, pulling you into his lap so that you are straddling him without ever breaking the kiss. He lets out a quiet moan as you deepen the kiss, dipping your tongue into his mouth as you roll your hips over him. His hands slip under your shirt and skim up and down your back. You both pull away from the kiss breathless as you stand up holding your hand out to him and leading him to your room.
Once inside your room he stops you, "y/n, you need to know this isn't why I came over here tonight."
"Oh, do you not want to?" you answer him, your eyes searching his features.
"No, of course I want to, it's just, I don't want you to think that's the only reason I'm here."
"Ok" you whisper, going up on your tiptoes to kiss him again. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he quickly breaks away from you to pull it over his head before he pulls your hoodie off of you, smirking when he finally realizes it's one of his, "I looked for that forever," he lets out a soft laugh. "Sorry" you grin at him. "No you're not, you forget I can tell when you're lying, y/n."
"You're right, I'm not sorry at all, it was one of my favorites, still is," you mutter against his lips as you both move towards the bed peeling off the rest of your clothes and leaving a trail on the floor.
You fall back onto the bed as crawls towards you, "that's a sight for sore eyes" he whispers as his eyes drag over your naked form. "You're still the prettiest girl I've ever seen" he smiles at you.
He settles between your legs, you can feel his hardened length pressing into your leg when he leans down to kiss you. His hand grazes over your breast as he rolls one of your nipples between his fingers causing you to gasp. He slides his hand down your body, applying soft pressure over your clit as he dips two fingers into your entrance. Your breath hitches in your throat as your hips lift to meet his movements before he quickly withdraws his fingers and sucks on them, humming at the taste of you.
You reach between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his dick and lining it up with your entrance, "I need you, y/n" he whispers against your jaw, "I know, Chris, I need you too" you let out a faint moan as he pushes into you.
"Fuck" he breathes out dropping his head against your shoulder, "I'm gonna need just a second" he groans as he feels you clench around him when you nod, trailing your hands up and down his back.
He starts rocking his hips into you agonizingly slow. "You feel so good, Christian, oh fuck" you moan, knowing he loves being praised. "Shit, y/n, you feel amazing baby, I didn't think I could ever forget what you feel like, but I swear it's better than I remember," he pants out, your heart fluttering at the use of the pet name he always called you.
He picks up the pace, thrusting into you deeper as his cock pounds into your g-spot over and over as he hitches your leg up higher over his waist. "This isn't going to last as long as I want it to," he grunts out, slowing his pace and sliding his fingers down to rub circles over your clit. "You gonna be able to cum for me baby?" he asks noticing the way you throw your head back against the pillows. "Yes" you moan out, "keep going, just like that, Chris, I'm close."
You clench around him as your orgasm approaches, his movements becoming sloppy, hips faltering as he is holding off as long as he can. "Come on, y/n, cum for me," he whispers into your ear as your eyes roll back in your head and your back arches off of the bed. As your orgasm hits you, you let out a loud moan of his name. He stills inside of you when he cums, your name falling from his lips with a whimper before he collapses on top of you.
"Jesus" he breathes out as you nod, your fingers scratching at the back of his neck while you both work to steady your breathing.
He rolls over to your side, pulling you in for a kiss before you head to the bathroom to clean up. When you return, he's pulled his boxers back on and is waiting for you with the covers pulled back. He tosses you his T-shirt and you pull it over your head before climbing into bed next to him.
He drags you closer to him, not happy with the space you left between the two of you. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the familiar sound of his heartbeat as he scratches your back.
"Y/N" he says quietly, his voice a bit shaky, "I know, Christian, I know" you breathe out, pressing a kiss to his chest as he presses one to the top of your head, "let's just go to sleep, we can talk in the morning."
The next morning you wake up and pull on a pair of shorts under Christian's t-shirt before making your way to the kitchen. As you are finishing up a stack of pancakes, Christian wanders in, shirtless with his joggers hanging loosely around his hips.
"Hi" he says, sliding a hand around your waist and kissing you softly on the neck. Your posture goes rigid under his touch. This is different from the past few times you've been together, this feels more like it did when you were dating and you are not quite sure what to think.
"Sorry, y/n, I didn't mean to, I just thought," he drops his hand from your waist and moves around to the other side of the counter, an unmistakable sadness in his eyes.
"It's ok, I just wasn't expecting you to be so friendly this morning" you say as you slide a plate of pancakes over to him.
"That's my fault," he glances up at you, "the other times, since we broke up, I was unfair to you, I realized that after the last time, that's why I didn't come back, I knew I had to get myself in a better spot first."
"Shit, that's good" he practically moans as he takes a bite of his pancakes causing you to let out a giggle.
"What?" he says looking up at you, swiping some syrup from his lip with his tongue. "I don't know if I should be offended that that's the loudest I've ever heard you moan" you chuckle.
He lets out laugh, "these are really good, but they are nothing compared to you," he winks at you.
"Easy, lover boy, you can lay off the charm school tactics," you grin at him, "do you have training or something to get to?"
"No, we've got the day off" he shrugs, "but I'll be out of your hair after breakfast."
"Chris, that's not what I meant, you can stay as long as you would like, I was just asking to make small talk."
"You've never been good at small talk, y/n" he chuckles taking another bite of his food.
"Yeah, well, neither have you," you smirk back at him.
"Listen, I'm just going to come out and say what I need to say to you," he says sitting down his fork and reaching out to place his hand over yours.
"I know we ended things because we weren't right for each other, but I can't help but wonder if it was just that those versions of us weren't right for each other, but maybe the people we are now are meant to be together. I've spent the last year or so working on myself, figuring out who I am. I've also had some really high highs and really low lows, and the only person I wanted to share any of that with was you. It's ok if you say no, but I just needed to tell you. Again, I'm sorry for just showing up, but you were on my mind when I left the stadium and I didn't even realize I was driving here until I saw your building, but I miss you and I miss what we had and I..."
You move to stand between his legs, cupping his face in your hands as you lean down to kiss him softly, "I've missed you too," you whisper against his lips, "so much, Christian, but are you sure it's not just because this is easy and comfortable? I don't want you to miss out on something greater because your settling for what's familiar."
"Y/N, I'm not settling for you, I'm saying I'm choosing you, you are the person I'd face the end of the world with if I knew it was coming, that's not settling," he says as he stands up, wrapping his arms around your waist, "please, please give me another shot to prove it to you."
"Ok" you whisper as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck.
"Ok?" he raises an eyebrow at you as you nod.
"I still love you, you know, that's never changed."
"I still love you too, Christian," you smile at him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss.
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Worthy | Lo’ak x Metkayina Reader
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
word count: 5.6k
warnings: uhh reader and lo’ak are pretty sad without each other, reader says “wouldn’t be the worst thing” when lo’ak says the people believe she is dead, ?
anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀
summary: Lo’ak’s parents don’t approve of your relationship and it makes you question if you’re worthy of Lo’ak’s love
“Ma sempul…Ma sa’nok?” He asked as he came into the marui. By now, the Sully family had been a part of the Metkayina clan for a year and had become very well acquainted with many of the clan and were getting used to life as reef people.
“Yes, Lo’ak?” Neytiri said and looked up at him. He cleared his throat and said “oel ngati kameie” while gesturing to them. Neytiri and Jake smiled and responded the same.
“I have someone I’d like you to meet…You have been pressuring me since I completed iknimaya to choose a woman…and I have chosen” he said and their eyes widened. They did not want him to choose a Metkayina woman, the goal was to be able to go back to the Omaticaya one day.
“She is Metkayina?” Neytiri asked and Lo’ak nodded softly, pulling you into the marui. You waved softly and looked down, really nervous. Neytiri sighed and said “you cannot mate with a Metkayina woman. Is she even a good hunter? I’ve never even heard of her. Is she even worthy of your love? What is her name?”
“Y/n te Ayeykí Eyati’ite” he said proudly, holding your hand and caressing it softly. Tears quickly filled in your eyes, you tried to stop seeing him because you knew neither of your parents would ever allow you to be together but he just kept insisting, and you were head over heels for the forest boy.
“Does she know the first thing about healing? What if something were to happen, may the great mother never allow it, and you were the one to become the next Olo’eyktan? She would become Tsahìk, Lo’ak this is a major responsibility. You cannot just pick any girl. She is not worthy of being our Tsahìk” Jake said and Lo’ak scoffed.
He shook his head and said “you are being such hypocrites! Dad was just an avatar and you mated with him. And y/n is no ordinary girl. She’s the best hunter I’ve seen, and you don’t even know how many times she's been there to heal me when grandmother was not there? She is so kind, you don’t understand. You won’t even give her a chance? She takes care of me and loves me so much. She is a beautiful woman and a beautiful person, she’s the best woman for me”
“Lo’ak it’s fine…I-I’ll just go, okay? I won’t t-talk to your son anymore I’m s-sorry-” you said and tried to pull away but he stopped you. You let out a shaky breath, pleading with your eyes for him to let you go. He shook his head and said “I will mate with this woman, and she will be my wife and there is nothing you can do about it. I love her so much, and I know Eywa put her in my life for a reason. She will be your daughter in law and she will be my mate. I do not care what you think!”
“Lo’ak do not disobey your parents…maybe there is someone better for you. You deserve the best,” you said, pulling away from him. He tried to grab you again and you shook your head and said “ma Lo’ak…this was never going to work. I will miss you so much, but you are destined for great things. You are Toruk Makto’s son, it’s important you live up to that. I’ll…I’ll see you around”
You smiled a little and left, wiping your tears away. He scoffed and said “how could you do this?! Neteyam is very in love with Tsireya, we all see it and you don’t even care! Why is it that everything I do is wrong in your eyes?! The last thing I want is a life without her”
“Lo’ak, we will go back to the Omaticaya eventually and you will choose a woman then. Neteyam as well,” Neytiri said and he shook his head. He felt the tears fall down his face as he said “I know if Neteyam came to you and said he’d chosen Tsireya as his mate you would support him but you two just hate everything I do. I never do anything right, and every time I’m happy somehow it gets destroyed. I- I loved her! She saw me, and I saw her. We truly saw each other, I’ve never felt so connected to someone. Please, just let me have this one thing”
“Lo’ak, no one has ever mated outside their clan, we don't know what could happen. What will happen when she becomes pregnant? Think of how hard the child’s life would be with a Metkayina’s tail and Omaticaya arms? You think Ao’nung makes fun of you, he’ll make your child cry because of his different it looks” he said and Lo’ak wiped his tears.
Neytiri took a deep breath and said “my child…” “no…no, leave me alone,” Lo’ak said, backing up. He couldn’t imagine a life without you. He wasn’t living until he met you, just simply existing. You make life so much more worth living.
“I…I cannot believe you. She makes me so happy, far happier than I’ve ever been trying to be another Neteyam for you. All you see me as is a soldier, just some warrior to train. I still have wants and needs, and I need to be with her!” He said and Neytiri sighed softly. He shook his head and left, wiping his tears away harshly.
“Lo’ak!” Neytiri said and he yanked his arm from her grip. She looked down and took a deep breath. Jake sighed and said “he really wants to be with her…what’s the worst that could happen? So what if their children look different? Everyone thinks our children have “demon blood”. They’re unique, that’s all. Lo’ak’s children would also look a little different as well,”
“He needs to mate with an Omaticaya woman. There’s too much uncertainty if he mates with a Metkayina woman” she said and Jake shook his head.
Meanwhile, you had gone missing. No one in the clan knew where you were, a younger Metkayina saw you get on your ilu and leave without a word. Eyati, your mother, was terrified. Mawu, your father, wore a similar look as he held his mate, comforting her.
“Why would she just leave?!” Eyati cried, shaking her head. Mawu placed his hands on her growing stomach, trying to calm her down. He kissed her head and said “do not stress, Eyati. It is not good for the baby, and our daughter will be back, she wouldn’t just leave the clan like that without a word. She just needs time,”
“I am so sorr-” Lo’ak said and Be’yati, your older brother, scoffed. He pushed him and Lo’ak nearly fell, but he didn’t even care to defend himself. He didn’t care what happened to him, if he joined Eywa tomorrow then so be it. Without you, he didn’t care much for his life.
“Stop it! It is not his fault! She chose to run off. Everyone…keep an eye out and I want to know when she comes back as soon as one of you see’s her, you tell me. Even if you’re not sure. My daughter will come home, I’m sure of it” Mawu said and everyone nodded.
Lo’ak shook his head and went to a more secluded part of the island, a place you two used to go to a lot. It had so many pretty flowers, and there were a few trees and it was a little more grassy than sandy. It reminds him of the Omaticaya’s forest and hometree.
You told him how happy you were that he still felt like he had a little piece of his home with him. You caressed his hands as he told you stories of his childhood and what it was like in the forest. How beautiful it was there. How he wants to take you one day.
You and your ilu had gone to an island pretty far away, you discovered it when your parents first started letting you go on your own and have gone there many times since. You’ve even brought Lo’ak there, but only twice in the time they’d been there so he probably wouldn’t be able to find you.
You were missing for 5 days before you decided it was time to come back, you knew you were stressing your mother and didn’t want to harm her or your unborn sibling. But in those 5 days, Lo’ak was really starting to lose himself. He didn’t leave the marui unless absolutely necessary, and he was barely eating which concerned Neytiri and Jake and the kids, Kiri especially.
Tuk would try to play with him and he would just sit there, too overwhelmed with thoughts of you. Your eyes, the beautiful blue-green hue they had. Your smile, and your soft lips that kissed his temple when he was stressed or upset. Your hands, how skilled they were. How they would expertly make the perfect pastes or powders or drinks that healed him when he was injured or feeling ill. How they braided his hair to perfection when it was getting grown out. How they massaged his sore muscles after a long day of hunting for food or playing with the younger members of the clan, or swimming with Payakan.
You were so kind too, so generous. You almost always had a small child wanting to sit with you at dinner time, and whenever someone asked, no matter who, you’d give them some of your food. You helped the little ones learn to swim better, teach the hunters in training how to aim a little better. Any time someone even had the slightest scratch, you were quick to clean it and make something to heal it taster. You always helped when you could and where you could, he wondered if you even made time for yourself at all.
He missed you so much. He just wanted to see you again, hear your voice, feel your skin on his as he hugged you again. He could barely function a few days without you, what if you never came back?
Tsireya eventually visited him and nearly dragged him out of his marui. She brought him to play on the shore, just to hopefully lift his spirits a little. However, no one realized you were coming in on your ilu as you were pretty far away and most were on another part of the island preparing for dinner.
You saw her hugging him and them laughing together. You instantly stopped, watching for a few minutes. She splashed him with water and he tackled her softly, splashing her like crazy. It’s the first time he’d even smiled since you left, but you didn’t know that.
To you, it seemed like he had moved on. Maybe his parents just didn’t like you. Jake came over with a smile, trying to seperate the two and getting splashed a little. They splashed him back and he picked Lo’ak up and threw him over shoulder, grabbing Tsireya’s hand and bringing them to the rest of the clan so they could eat.
You blinked some tears away and turned around heading back to the island. 3 weeks of not having you in his life passed. Tonowari and a few others went out searching for you a few times but were unsuccessful. You mother and father were getting worried, and your father was especially worried this would complicate the birth of their newest child.
It finally clicked for Lo’ak, you had to be at that island. He immediately ran out of the marui, calling his ilu. Jake and Neytiri tried to stop him but he was already too far away. He’d never found it so fast, especially since he was still truly getting the hang of riding a marui but he was there in a matter of minutes.
He swam to the area you always did, climbing up using rocks that seemed almost perfectly placed for someone to climb up. It was a short climb, the island was a bit above water and before he knew it there you were.
You were sleeping at the moment, but there was a rock which looked to be a makeshift plate with fish on it, and noticed a little area with a now burnt out fire a few feet away, probably where you cooked your food. There was a small bag, probably your belongings you took with you. He noticed your ilu swimming around the neighboring islands that were also small and empty.
“Sweetheart?” He asked, carefully approaching you. He shook you slightly and you immediately jumped up, pushing him away as you took a defensive position, pulling your knife out and hissing at him. He put his hands up and said “woah, woah woah just me” He smiled, god that stupid smile.
You hated him. Well, you wanted to. And you did, barely, because he made you fall in love with him. With his stupid face and his stupid smile and his stupid person. You’d always love Lo’ak more than you could ever hate him.
“Even worse,” you said mostly sarcastically, sarcastic remarks being something you’d picked up from him in the first place. You put your knife away and sat back on the makeshift bed, not wanting to look at him.
“Go away, Lo’ak. You cannot be with me, I’m not going to go against your parents” you said and ran your fingers over the dirt and moss and rocks in front of you. He sighed and said “y/n, you need to come home. You’re stressing your mother, she needs to be calm especially because she is growing the little sister you want so bad,”
“We don’t know that” you mumbled and he continued. “Your father is struggling just as much. You need to come back home, and help everyone stop worrying so much” he said and you shook your head.
Tears filled your eyes as you said “I cannot go back home and have to see you every day, Lo’ak. It…it makes me so sad. And we cannot be together, even if we want to because your mother is right. I am not worthy of being a Tsahík. You need a girl who is…who is mighty. Who is strong, who is skilled and- and you- you deserve better than me, Lo’ak. Please, go away”
“It makes me sad as well, but you cannot stay here the rest of your life. And I don’t care what my mother says, you would be the best Tsahík the Na’vi has seen. Eywa made you special, y/n. You are meant to be a Tsahík. Screw what I think, everyone misses you, not just me, and all of the people are praying to Eywa constantly for your safe return. They are worried for your safety, many believe you are dead” he said and a new wave of tears hit you.
You sniffled and said “wouldn’t be the worst thing” He gasped slightly, shaking his head. He sat in front of you and said “no, no hey do not say that! Please, do not say that! Y/n, your life means so much to everyone in the clan, please do not say those things. If seeing me makes you feel uncomfortable then…then I will go, okay? Awa’atlu is your home, not mine”
“No, no one goes I- ugh, just go away” you said and stood up, remembering when you saw him with Tsireya. What you didn’t know, was that Kiri followed Lo’ak on her Ikran and now her, Neteyam, Jake, and Neytiri were hiding in some trees on their Ikran’s. They’d been listening the whole time.
He stood up, trying to say something else but just grunts and groans coming out. You scoffed and said “you’re like a baby. Making noises, don’t listen. Go back!” “Y/n-” he said and you shoved him. You wiped your tears and said “No! Go back. Go back to your family, go back to the people, go back to Tsireya! Go!”
“Tsireya?” He asked and you shook your head. You sighed as you said “I was going to come back some time ago. But…I saw you with Tsireya. You were playing in the water and…you seemed happy without me. So I left you be. You shouldn’t be falling in love with Metkayina women, but obviously if you’re so happy with her you don’t need me”
“No- n- Tsireya is just…she was just trying to cheer me up, I- I want you, y/n. You make me happy. You make life feel like it’s worth living. Not her. Please, please come home. You’ll never have to see my stupid face again,” he said and you groaned.
You pushed him away as he got too close as you said “you are stupid. Stay away from me and let me be!” “Y/n-” he said before you both stopped, Atokirina came over to you. A few of them landed on you, and then moved to Lo’ak and then they left.
You gasped, watching as they flew away. “Eywa…” you said softly and sighed. You called your Ilu, diving into the water and riding back home as fast as you could. Lo’ak sighed and took a deep breath, diving under and following you home.
You ran to your mother and father’s marui and knew that’s what Eywa was telling you, you found your father comforting your mother as she clung onto him, face scrunched up in pain. “Ma sa’nok!” You said, running over, cupping her cheek. Her eyes widened as she continued taking the deep breaths your father guided her to take, grabbing your arm.
“Y/n,” she sighed, smiling slightly. As soon as the pain passed, she hugged you and your father wrapped you in a bear hug. “I’m so sorry, Mother, I’m so sorry” you said and she shushed you, smoothing your frizzy, grown out braids back.
“You make it up to me by helping me through this. Hurts just as much as when I had you. My beautiful girl,” she said and kissed your cheek. You looked up at your dad and he said “come, my loves, we must tell the clan. Your mother would like everyone to pray for her and the baby”
You helped her out of the marui and everyone congratulated her on the nearing arrival of her second child, and playfully scolded you for leaving for so long. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lo’ak watching you. The little kids were swarming you, all begging to be held and told about where you were.
You took a deep breath and he gave you a soft smile. You blinked a few times and bent down, hugging all the little ones and promising you’d never ever leave again. Eventually, you need to go back to the marui to help your mother but you promised you would spend as much time as you could with them when you were able to.
Your mother spent the entire night and most of the next day bearing the pain of childbirth, before your father delivered your baby sister as your mother screamed and squeezed your hand. You were so happy, hugging your mother tight as your father kissed her cheek, laying the whimpering baby on her chest.
She was a little small, but still perfect. She cooed and gurgled, looking up at you and your mother. Eyati connected her kuru to the baby’s and she instantly made a louder coo, reaching up for your mothers face. You smiled and said “she’s perfect, ma sa’nok”
“I’m so glad I have both my girls with me now…please don’t ever leave again, maite” she said and you smiled. You kissed her temple and said “I will not, ma sa’nok. I made a promise to Eywa, and asked her to please make sure I never even think of leaving you and my sweet little sister again”
She smiled and you both looked down at the new baby. You and your father took care of your mother and the new baby for a few hours before they decided on a name for her, Khädina. It was perfect for your precious baby sister.
You spent a few hours with her while your mother slept, and Lo’ak came to visit you. You looked up at him and rolled your eyes. “Go away. This is a happy time for me and my family and I do not want to see you right now” you said and he took a deep breath.
You caressed Khädina’s cheek and he said “I just wanted to say congratulations. I know you’ve always wanted a sibling, especially a sister. I- I brought something to eat. And some for your mother as well. Tell her I saw congratulations. She made two very beautiful girls, she deserves a lot more”
You smiled softly, thanking him. He said hello to the baby and left you alone, but you could stop thinking about him. You kissed Khädina’s head and said “what do you think, tsmuke? What should I do? I…as much as I wish I didn’t…I see him. I see all of him and I just…I am- I can’t stand to be away from him. As the humans say, I love him. He is…not perfect, at least in others eyes. But to me he’s amazing, and he’s special. He’s not like the other Na’vi. He’s adventurous and he likes to explore and do the things he wants even when it gets him in trouble. His father gets upset at him for that,”
You giggled, thinking about the memories of him being scolded by Jake. She cooed and you said “He…He chose me as his mate. But, he is Omaticaya and I, as well as you, are Metkayina and it’s not very common for different clans to mate. He is forest people, we are reef people. It could be hard for us to have children one day, it could be hard on those children. There’s no telling what they’ll be like, no one’s ever done this before. Even so, I still want to be with him. I believe Eywa was trying to warn me about your arrival yesterday, but I think she was also telling me something about me and Lo’ak. I’m not sure what yet, though. I think I must visit the Spirit tree and ask her what she was trying to tell me. Our great mother knows all, Khädina. She will guide me on the right path, she will show me what is best. I do…I hope that he is what’s best. I would really like to be with him. He’s very handsome don’t you think? And he’s so kind. I…I was very mean to him earlier. I was upset. But, he still comes to see you and be here for me, because he knows how happy I was about getting to meet you. He is nice that way. He sees all of the people the best he can, and he cares for them, even when it seems like he doesn’t, even when they hurt him. He cares for everyone. Even if he doesn’t know it. I just hope the great mother is able to tell me he is best for me”
Khädina yawned and you chuckled. You wiped away the few tears that slipped and said “I’m sorry, little one, have I made you tired? I’m sure all the work Ma sa’nok did to bring you into the world probably exhausted you too” Eyati chuckled at that and you looked over, smiling.
“Ma sa’nok. How are you?” You asked, tucking a braid behind her ear. She smiled and said “happy,” She sat up with a wince and reached for Khädina. You handed her to your mother and she smiled.
She moved her top and began to feed her, smiling as she cooed and squirmed happily. “I was awake the whole time. I heard everything you say about the forest boy. You want to be with him, it almost sounds like you need it. I understand, daughter. I’ve talked with your father while you were gone and he understands as well. If his parents approve, we will allow you to mate with that boy. Just…be sure. Okay?” She said and you smiled, more tears spilling down your face.
She wiped them away and you nodded, thanking her. Your father came back and held all 3 of his girls in his arms, feeding you two some food and admiring his new daughter.
A few days later, your mother was healed better and she was able to leave the marui, introducing everyone to the new baby. Once again, Lo’ak stood off to the side watching. You took a deep breath, smiling at him and gently taking Khädina from your mothers arms to show the little kids.
He couldn’t help but think about that being your child one day. Him standing behind you, holding you in his arms as you showed off the little baby you made together. He’d want them to look like you. So he could look at them and see the girl he loves most. Also, in case something happens to his ambitious and slightly impulsive girl and he no longer gets to wake up next to her every day. That way he’d have a little you to keep him from giving up.
He wanted to be with you so bad. He wanted to hug you and kiss you and make love to you as much as possible. He was so in love with you. He always told you Eywa had been creating you since the time of the first songs, making sure you were as perfect as possible, which you were.
Once you were able to have some time to yourself, you went to the spirit tree. You swam around for a bit, interacting with the animals. At the eclipse, you connected your kuru to the tree and closed your eyes. “Great mother, I need help. I…I feel very connected to Lo’ak, one of the forest people who came to Awa’atlu for safety. He…he actually makes me feel safe, and also very happy. But…he is Omaticaya. His parents do not want us to be together. I…I don’t know what I should do. Please, Eywa, I need your guidance” you told her, smiling at the thoughts of Lo’ak.
Atokirina came over to you, hovering right over your heart. You smiled and told Eywa of Khädina’s birth, even though you knew she already knew. “She’s beautiful, Eywa. I’m forever grateful for such a beautiful gift from the great mother” you told her, now wanting to hold her again.
Once you were down, you headed home and ran into Tsireya. “Hi…I- I heard Lo’ak talking to Kiri about some things. I just…I wanted to say that these last few weeks have just been friendship with Lo’ak. I actually…well I-I’ve been trying to help him look for you. And trying to boost his mood. He got really upset because he missed you. He sees you, y/n. More than anyone else. He sees you so clear he cannot handle it sometimes. Please…do not let me get in the way of your relationship. What you have…is special. And I…well I sort of…if I were to choose a brother it’d probably be Neteyam” she said, really shy as she spoke the last part.
You smiled and said “you are attracted to Neteyam, sister?” Her bioluminescent freckles glowed as she nodded, looking over at the brothers braiding little Tuk’s hair. You smiled and said “you should try. Ronal and Eyati are good friends, maybe she would allow it” “no, I can’t…I am going to be the next Tsahík. I should mate with a Metkayina man” she said and you rolled your eyes.
You hugged her and said “thank you, sister. Thank you,” She smiled and said “you’re welcome. Go be with your man now,” You giggled and walked over to him, he instantly looked up and was starstruck.
He had finally truly looked at you for the first time in weeks, god he almost forgot just how gorgeous you are. Your hips swayed beautifully, your bioluminescent freckles glowing beautifully, your outfit accentuating your body in ways that did things to Lo’ak.
“Lo’ak? Can we…talk?” You asked and Neteyam’s eyes widened. He chuckled and said “you upset your woman, Lo’ak? Better be careful, we all know she could kick your skxawng ass anytime” you laughed a little, a beautiful sound to him. Nearly as beautiful as his mothers song chord.
You smiled and tapped his shoulder as you walked by, signaling for him to follow you. You walked to a secluded part of the island, no maruis, no people. Just trees and rocks and the water. “Lo’ak?” You asked, he seemed a bit…uncomfortable.
“Yes?” He said, raising his eyebrows slightly. You noticed his tail moving quite erratically, he was nervous. “I…I have had some time to think. I asked Eywa for guidance, as well and…I think mating with you is something that is meant to happen. Our love for each other is something very special, Lo’ak. I don’t think Eywa put us in the other's life on accident” you said and he looked down.
You grabbed his hand and he said “you should be with a Metkayina man…the clan would be upset at you, and they’d turn their back on you like they did me. I’m not good for you, y/n. Neteyam is a better option. I’m…I’m alien, y/n. All they’ll see is demon blood”
Tears filled your eyes as you whimpered. “Lo’ak…oel ngati kameie” He looked up at you and a tear slipped down his cheek. He looked so hurt, so lost. You cupped his cheeks, trying to force him to look at you.
“oel ngati kameie” he whispered back softly, placing his hands on your waist. You gasped slightly, you didn’t expect him to give in so easily. You pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Please stay with me…we can- w-we can run away together and we’ll…we’ll make our own clan,” he said, obviously joking.
“We’ll…we’ll bring some others and then our kids can mate with some of them and we’ll make an entirely new clan” he said and you smiled. You caressed his cheek and said “and what would our clan be called?”
“Mmmm y/n” he said and you giggled. You sniffled and said “you can’t name our clan after me” “but you are so incredible, y/n. And mighty. Anyone who gets to say your name and see your beautiful face should consider themselves lucky” he said and your bioluminescent freckles lit up and you giggled again.
He pulled away and you looked up at him, biting your lip. You looked down at his lips and then back up at him, and he nodded. You leaned in and kissed him softly, his hands finding your hips he pulled you into him. You were practically flush against him as he dipped you back a little.
He moved his hands to your back, pulling you impossibly closer and causing you to moan a little into the kiss. You pulled away and he chased your lips a little, making you chuckle. He smiled and said “I love you, y/n. I cannot live without you, I mean it. It’s been so hard these last few weeks I don’t want to ever be away from you again”
“I love you too, Lo’ak. I’m so glad Eywa brought you here. You make me so happy, my love” you said, still caressing his cheek. He kissed you again and you smiled through it, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his hips after he tapped your thigh softly.
Neteyam, Kiri, Jake, Neytiri, and Tuk had all once again been spying and Neteyam started cheering him on. Kiri giggled and did the same, and then they all did. You gasped, hiding your face in his chest from embarrassment and he blushed. He loved when you did that.
“Yeaaa! My brother finally brainwashed a girl into being with him!” Neteyam said, placing his hands on shoulders and slapping them slightly. Neytiri raised an eyebrow and said “who taught you to kiss like that, boy?”
“Ma sa’nok…” he said, a little embarrassed. You giggled and looked up at him, kissing his warm cheek. He rubbed your back and said “just a natural I guess” specifically looking at Neteyam with a boyish grin on his face.
“Alright, you may have settled on a mate but don’t be having all kinds of babies yet. You're barely Na’vi adults, why don’t you act like teenagers for a few more years?” Jake said and you nodded. Lo’ak smiled and said “of course, dad. Cannot wait to father your children but I must show you how amazing you are first”
Neytiri placed her hands on your shoulders and said “welcome to the family, sweetheart,” and kissed your head. Neytiri sighed and said “be a gentleman and take care of her, Lo’ak. Or I’ll make sure she kicks your ass”
He rubbed your back, whispering a promise to never ever hurt you in your ear. “Come on, you gotta finish my hair,” Tuk whined, grabbing both her brother’s arms. You chuckled and let go of him, pushing him so he didn’t make the excuse of being with you to get out of braiding sweet little Tuk’s hair.
“I’ll never understand why you want him, but I’m glad you two are happy. I was sick of taking care of his mopey ass while you were gone” Kiri said and you laughed, watching your sweet soon to be mate make silly faces at his little sister as Neteyam continued braiding.
“He’s perfect to me…I cannot wait to spend the rest of our lives together” you said, biting your lip. Kiri rolled her eyes and Jake and Neytiri chuckled, shaking their heads. Lo’ak looked over at you and winked, making your bioluminescent freckles shine like stars of the night sky. You smiled and winked back.
God, you’d do anything for the rebellious forest boy.
As of now l'm writing for
Eddie Munson
Joseph Quinn
Jamie Bower
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Eddissy
Maya Hawke
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Lo’ak
Neteyam
So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)
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D'you ever just like.... Binge read an entire blog and start uglysobbing. Because that's me with your works.
The fact that you write for Dwayne (Lost Boys) legit had me weak. I have been in love with this mofo since I was like 14 (and I'm 27 now, so if that's not dedication idek what is) and you... FED ME. And your take on Dwayne is legit how I imagined him, like isn't it just fantastic when you read a fanfic that just makes your brain go "DING DING DING DING JACKPOT" that's me with your Dwayne content, I wanna cry.
If I may, but like please ignore this suggestion if it doesn't inspire you ... I am short af, like 4'11"(1.50m) kinda short, and I am kinda curious... How would Dwayne feel about that? Like how would he act around a very short partner? Is he the teasing type, the protective type, the "ur adorable" type... Does he have a size kink? Would he develop one? ;v;
Again, please just ignore this part of my message if you don't feel inspired by this little suggestion/idea/thing!
And plz keep posting your stuff because your blog legit helped me get out of a very nasty depressive episode and I cannot thank you enough for this!
First off let me just say that I am so freaking honored! Like holy crap! Dwayne the one boy I struggled to write when I first started writing about them, and to hear someone say that I nailed him perfectly to how they imagined him is just 🥹🥹. I'm also so glad that my stories helped you out of your depressive episode. As someone who has them herself I always wanna be able to help others through theres.❤️
Now on to the ask! (Never written a short reader before because I myself am 5'7-5'8 but I'mma try lol)
Warning: HINTS AT SMUT AT THE END
Dwayne is all three types when it comes to his shorter s/o. He's protective upon meeting you because in his mind, your height makes you more vulnerable to things, even if you are a little spitfire (like Marko) in his mind he still needs to use his own height to protect you. He will be your sword AND shield so you don't need to worry.
He also finds you absolutely adorable, especially when you have to ask him for help to reach stuff, it's no secret amongst the boys that Dwayne loves to be needed, it's like a drug to him, so that being said, he will be a cheeky shit at times and put stuff he knows you'll want, higher up so you have to come to him, with that adorable pout and ask in the sweetest voice.
"Dwayne can you help me?"
Cause you don't even know that you already have him wrapped around your finger.
He won't start teasing until you're a little ways into the relationship. It starts with little things, asking in a teasing voice "need something baby?" Other times it's "it's so cute when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me. On more than one occasion he has easily lifted you up so you are at eye level with him, smiling that teasing smile and saying "there, isn't this easier baby? No need to strain your neck".
He loves how when you're out on the boardwalk he can wrap you in his arms, chin resting atop your head and feel like he is totally shielding you. How your body fitting so snuggly in his arms.
He never thought he had a size kink until he met you, but he soon realized he was wrong. The way his hand will totally eclipse yours when he holds them, how he can easily cup your cheeks and pull you close, his lips bruising your smaller ones. How easily you fit into his lap, either just relaxing so he can read to you, or during...other times.
That was another area his newly found kink came in. Seeing you taking him every time has his head reeling because he honestly is shocked when you take him. It always leaves him gasping and groaning, eyes locked on where you're joined, unable to look away.
Overall Dwayne will absolutely cherish you! Because you are his Princess/Prince and he would do absolutely anything for you ❤️
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The gaylors who refuse to entertain an option where these presumed breakup songs are not breakup songs always discount the triple whammy of 1. losing the election and having to initiate the blackout, losing her dream of being able to openly hang out with her lover without the pressure of hiding, and then 2. her planning her come out for literal years and then having her father figure (Scott B) and the man she has called her worst enemy pull this giant evil trick on her in order to profit off of her coming out, after they may have spent years encouraging the closet before this, only to profit off of her gayness now. And 3. making the decision to cancel those plans and extend her love blackout and hurt her lover in the process? It would have been devastating. Even more devastating than a break up. And they also forget that if you assume they were actually still together at this time, this trick that was pulled by scooter was just as devastating for Karlie. So they discount any song that the swiftie fandom rightly believes are about the masters. And in reality, it was even worse than swifties think it was. There was so much more evil here. And some gaylors see this, but they put that evil onto karlie.
And another thing that these people refuse to consider is that Taylor wants to sell her art. She can’t write 23 songs about being betrayed by your boss and screwed over by the music industry. People (the GP) would roll their eyes at her whining and not relate. And she’s still closeted so she can’t openly sing about the failed coming out. Gaylors understand her using metaphor for the gay in order to sell more music, but they can’t take that next step to imagine her doing it about this betrayal as well. But if you frame it as folklore, create a divorce allegory around it all, it becomes relatable and heartbreaking to everyone who can’t relate to what she’s gone through. And she ends up with the best received and some of the top-selling albums of her career. Because she created a great story around it rather than being literal.
They also ignore that she basically said she would go to the ends of the earth to prove a point, and to prevent Scooter from making one unnecessary dime off of her. And if you believe she and Karlie are still together, you also should believe that Karlie would do the same.
And lastly, have they ever considered why she chose The National to help with this project? A band that is particularly known for having a songwriting married couple who write incredible songs about breaking up, but who never actually break up, and whose album and short film I Am Easy to Find greatly inspired folkevermore?
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Not So Forbidden | Bucky Barnes
Summary: You were upset after a mishap that happened so your favorite bodyguard came to comfort you with good news.
A/n: I watched a movie called First Daughter and got inspired to write something cute and soft. It's kinda ass tho so beware.
Category: Bodyguard!Bucky x President’s Daughter!Reader
Warnings: Reader is 23, Bucky is in his late 20s/Early 30s, some crying on the readers part, the ending is rushed cause my creativity ran out lmao
Word Count: 1.8k
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“Care Bear secured.” One of your many bodyguards called into the mic that hid in the sleeve of his blazer as you crossed the threshold to your room, slamming the door behind you.
Just moments ago you had been dragged from an outing with one of your very very few friends as your bodyguards thought there had been an opposing threat. Turns out, there was just a loose dog running the streets and had scared a few people, but they had refused to take you back to your friend and continued to drive you back to the oversized house that you had been calling home for the last eight years.
You missed having the freedom you used to have before your mom decided to run to be President of the United States and won. It was like everything changed in the blink of an eye for you. Once a little girl who could run amok outside without a care in the world to a girl who had to be the perfect child for her mothers sake. Of course before, you were happy your mother was chasing her dreams and doing what she had always planned to do when she was growing up, you just wish that you knew that it’d come with sacrificing your public and private life.
A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, wiping your tears and clearing your throat, “I said I wanted to be alone.”
“It’s me.” The voice called. You recognized it immediately.
James Buchanan Barnes or as you would call him, Bucky. He was the head of your security team and ironically, one of your best friends. Bucky had been at your side nearly every day for the last five years when he got promoted to head bodyguard. In your opinion, he should have truly been a bodyguard for your mother. He had always done a superb job at keeping you safe, neutralizing threats and knowing when it was actually time to pull you from somewhere that may have started to get dangerous or too crowded.
Walking over to unlock the door, not even bothering to open it because you knew he already had his hand on the knob just waiting to push through. Shutting the door behind him, he watched as you walked over to your vanity, still trying to dry your eyes.
“What happened?” Bucky asked, slowly approaching up behind you.
“Oh, your buddies didn’t call it out to you?” You scoffed, shaking your head, “Apparently a stray dog running the streets is a threat to my safety now and they whisked me out of there, leaving my friend behind and all.”
“They were just doing their job.” He tried to reason with you, but he knew how much you hated not being able to do the simple things in life without stuff like this happening.
Turning to look at him, you furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Right, so where were you? Where was the knight to save his damsel in distress from a damn dog? Isn’t that your job? To be by the helpless princess’s side twenty-four-seven?”
“I was in a meeting with your mother.” He stepped closer to you, “I’m sorry, if I was there, that wouldn’t have happened—but you can’t be upset with them doing what they are paid heavily to do.”
“God Bucky, I know, I know. I’m not mad at them, I’m—” You huffed, taking a deep breath as you tried to control your tears, “I’m mad at the fact that I will never have a normal life. Everywhere I go, there’s a group of big beefy men following me around, cameras flashing in my face, news reporters covering every little thing I do. My skirt too short? I’m a slut. I don’t smile in a picture? I’m the president’s stuck up daughter. If I smile too much? I’m faking it for the cameras. Almost every friend I’ve tried to make in those short two years I went to college? Just using me to get popular while talking about me behind my back. I just can’t win.”
Bucky sighed, “I know..”
“No, Bucky, honestly you don’t. Every day, when I walk out of this god forsaken place, I have to put on a smile and a personality that doesn’t belong to me. Everything that I do reflects on my mother and what kind of daughter would I be if I ruined something that she worked so hard for?” You ranted, “I mean, she’s the first female President of the United States. She’s making history and I’m so proud of her, but it cost me everything, Bucky, everything. To the point where I can’t even hold the hand of the man I love in public because he’s my bodyguard.”
“Come here.” He held his hand out which you gladly took as he pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “I’m sorry, baby.”
You relaxed in his embrace, sighing as you buried your face into his chest, smelling that cologne you bought for him not too long ago, “You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s not your fault.”
Kissing the crown of your head, slowly rocking the two of you from side to side, “I can’t change what happened earlier, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I can’t change the reality of the life you live, but if I could pull you through a portal and take you to a universe where you were just a normal girl, I would. But there is one thing I can change.
Smiling softly at his words, you pulled back a little to be able to look up into those blue eyes that you loved so much, “Yeah? What’s that?”
He returned the smile, bringing his hand up to cup your face, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek, “Your mother said something similar to me earlier,”
A FEW HOURS EARLIER…
Bucky knocked on the door that led to the oval office after he was requested there.
“Enter!” His boss's voice called.
“Madam President.” He addressed her, keeping his position by the door, “You wanted to see me?”
“Ah, yes, Mr. Barnes. Please, shut the door and have a seat.”
He followed her wishes, shutting the door and sitting in a chair that was adjacent to her desk, “Is everything okay, Madam President?”
She smiled, moving her stack of paperwork to the side and taking off her glasses, “Everything is fine, James. No need to worry. And please, right now you may call me Diane.” Bucky’s heart was beating out of his chest, was this a set up? Was he being tested? Was she being threatened? A thousand thoughts flew through his head as he thought something was wrong, but before he could ask, Diane spoke again, “You may call me Diane because I didn’t call you here to talk to you about presidential or security reasons. I called you here to speak to you as a Mother to Y/n.”
Bucky gulped, deciding to play it cool, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”
Diane chuckled, “James, do you take me as a fool?”
“Of course not, Madam President.” He answered quickly, playing it safe just in case this was a test.
She sat back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands over her lap, “Five years ago, when my only daughter turned 18, I knew that whether I was president or not, I wasn’t going to be able to keep an eye on her forever. That eventually, she’d want to venture off on her own and I wouldn’t be able to stop her. I needed someone who I could trust to keep an eye on her while she tried to navigate her life. I was talking to your father about you before his passing. He was telling me how dedicated you were to your job, even if you were only guarding a door, so I promoted you to Y/n’s head bodyguard as I promised him that you’d always have a job here as long as I was president.”
Bucky’s eyes glossed over at the mentioning of his father’s passing. It may have been some years, but you’d never truly get over the loss of a parent passing, “I’m not sure If I understand what we’re talking about.”
Diane continued, “James, over these last few years, I’ve been how close you and y/n have grown. Your secret whispers, inside jokes, the looks you give each other when you think no one’s looking, the way you look at her when you think no one is watching. Even sneaking out almost every night.” His head dropped. This was it, he was getting fired. He had broken the number one rule and fell for his boss’s daughter. He went to speak, but Diane kept going before he could, “And I want to thank you for being there for her and making all of this the smallest bit easier for her.”
When Bucky slowly looked up, he saw Diane with probably the most genuine smile he’d ever seen from her, “You do?”
She nodded, “After I was elected President, I knew life for the two of us would never be the same. That we’d always be in the public eye and crucified for everything that we do, which is why in those first few years of my presidency, I shielded her from it. Kept her in the house and out of the public eye for as long as possible and the best thing I could've ever done was make you her bodyguard because you make her happy. She’s sacrificed so much for me, what type of mother would I be if I kept her from being with the only person who makes her feel normal?” She questioned, more so to herself than to Bucky, “Do you love my daughter?”
“More than anything in this world.”
“Then who am I to stand in between love?
PRESENT…
Your eyes were wide and filled with tears as Bucky told you what happened in the meeting with him and your mother. To say you were shocked was an understatement. You were so sure that you and Bucky were being careful enough not to get caught, “She knew this whole time?”
He nodded, “And she’s okay with it. She just wants you to be happy.” You couldn’t stop the smile that took over your face before you excitedly pulled him into a kiss. Bucky gladly returned the kiss, titling his head to deepen it. His hands traveled down to your waist, gripping the flesh to lift you up into his arms. Your legs naturally wrapped around his waist as he carried you to your bed and laid the two of you down on it, “I’m gonna marry you one day.” He mumbled against your lips, “I’m gonna take you away from all this. Maybe move to the country, somewhere far away from others and give you all the normalcy and privacy that you crave today.” A soft sob left your lips as you pressed your forehead against his, “Until then, I’ll be here, right by your side until your mother finishes her Presidency.”
“I love you so much.” You sighed, listening to his words.
“I love you more, baby.”
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