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daddyfordaeddy · 5 months

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Pairing: Soobin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 754

Warnings: cursing and thats all i think (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated m for mature, established relationship au

Summary: You’re home alone for Christmas...or so you think. Your boyfriend surprises you with a warm, warm welcome.

Smut warnings: fingering...the end that's literally it lol

To @gyuhanniescarat <3 i'm ur cod secret santa !! sorry it's kinda sloppy!! i swear i had more written then google docs fucked me over and i just wanted to get it out on time :')

Thank you to @wongyuseokie for the banner <33

When you arrive home, you’re expecting a dark house. Your boyfriend, Soobin, was visiting his family for the holidays so you were expecting to spend your Christmas busy, on phone calls and video chat with your family. But when the door cracks open, you see the lights are on and a delicious smell wafting through the air. And to your pleasant surprise, Soobin stands in the doorway with his signature cute smile.

“Bin-ah? What are you doing here?” He opens his arms and you slip into his hug easily. “I wasn’t expecting you back for another week.”

Soobin hums, cupping your face with his hands that you oh-so adore. “Wanted to surprise you, baby. Are you surprised?”

You laugh, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Very. It’s sweet to see you here and a welcome break from my back-to-back Christmases with my family online and my friends in person,” you giggle and Soobin nods seriously as if you were talking about your thesis.

His arms wrap around your lower back as he pulls you impossibly close. “Shall we celebrate together? There’s cookies in the kitchen but they’re cooling down so we have to do something else in the mean time.” His hands slide lower and your lips pull into a crooked smile at his insinuation.

Instead of gracing him with a response, you just drape your arms over his shoulders and pull him in for a deeper kiss. One of his hands grasps at your thick thighs and the other wraps around your waist and you take the hint, jumping up and letting him hold your weight up as he brings you over to the couch.

“Couch, Soobin? That’s a new one,” you tease, and Soobin grins a boyish grin as he sets you down gently, letting his hands roam all over your body. You’re quickly silenced, however, when his hands squeeze at your boobs and his lips press against your clavicle.

“Just let me enjoy you, baby,” Soobin groans, his hand snaking down into your sleep shorts and your hips buck up as he presses his long fingers against your clit. “God, look at you, so eager for just my fingers?”

You nod quickly, eyes shining as you pull him in for yet another kiss. You can’t seem to get enough of Soobin’s lips, but he won’t complain. Not when you’re so excited about what he has planned.

His fingers slowly push inside of you and you throw your head back in pleasure. “Fuck, baby,” you moan, hips jerking. “More, please please please,” you plead and Soobin’s cock jumps in his pants at how blissed-out you sound already.

“Fuck, you’re so needy for me,” he groans, leaning down to mouth at your neck, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. “Love the way you beg so nicely for me, could have you under me like this for days.” He curls his fingers up and you let out such a loud moan you’re glad your neighbours are away for the holidays because you surely would have noise complaints.

Your hands grip his shirt and your thighs clench around his hand but Soobin pays it no mind, using his thumb to rub at your clit. You’re so close, the way his hands move bringing you to your orgasm so perfectly and you bury your head in his shoulder as tears form in your eyes at the waves of pleasure washing over you. You’re pretty sure you’ve soaked through your underwear at this point and his shirt has wet spots from your tears but neither you nor him seem to mind.

“So perfect around my fingers,” Soobin sighs, pulling the digits out of you and bringing them to his mouth. “Could do this all day, would you like that? Your Christmas present just letting me ravish you?”

You nod happily, your hand moving to press against the obvious bulge in his pants but Soobin steps away, leaning down to scoop you up instead. “Ah, wait–” you gasp in shock but Soobin chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Not yet, baby,” Soobin hums into your hair. “Tonight’s all about you. Let me worship you tonight and I promise you can do whatever at the end.”

Instead of waiting for a response from you, he dips his head to take your breath away with a kiss. Your hands come up to tangle themselves in his hair and you gasp into your mouth at the prospect of what’s to come.

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 2 years

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im sorry if google docs fucked up the formatting-

"...What are we even looking for, again?" Jonah asked anxiously as he pulled into the driveway of the abandoned home.

"The phone got a bit fucky when they said. I think they said something about a living porcelain-thing?" Adam replied casually as Jonah parked the car.

"I don't like the sound of that…"

"Oh, come on, Jonah. It can't be too bad. We're getting $1,000 for this. Plus, nobody's been in there in years, we'll probably get some fame out of this." Adam said, unbuckling himself and preparing to hop out of the car.

"W–well, what if—"

"Are you coming or not?" Adam asked, a bit annoyed.

Jonah hesitantly unbuckled himself, too, and the two of them hopped out of the car. They walked to the front door, only to find it locked. "That's odd…" Adam mumbled before asking, "Jonah, we didn't bring any of our lockpicking tools, did we?"

"Unless you did, then no…" Jonah responded.

"Ugh, alright…" Adam groaned.

"Okay, let's g—" Jonah was a bit relieved but was quickly cut off by Adam.

"Wait." Something caught Adam's eye, he crouched and grabbed something out from under the crooked doormat. "Man, this coulda been stolen easily." He commented, lifting a key before sticking it into the door's locks, successfully opening it.

They didn't think to question how or why it was there, they just assumed it was forgotten under the mat.

"Let's go."

And with that, Jonah hesitantly followed Adam inside. He was immediately hit with a wave of dread, he wanted to grab Adam by the arm and get the hell out. Adam didn't seem to be bothered, though, so he just followed.

Something about how the house looked cared for despite having been allegedly abandoned for years… It didn't feel quite right. It wasn't too clean but it was almost like someone was still living there.

They had been looking around with flashlights for at most 5 minutes before screams shattered the silence. It was like an entire city's worth of people shrieking at the top of their lungs.

"What are you doing in my house!?"

Adam pointed his flashlight up at the thing's face, revealing a horrific sight that made him freeze in place and made Jonah feel like he was about to get sick. They never saw anything like it before.

Fluffy brown hair that was parted, the majority on its left side and fell down its forehead, partially covering a small hole that dripped blood down the side of its head. A singular, unblinking eye with a pupil as dark and unforgiving as the void beside it. The lower jaw and its teeth were all that was visible in the void, exposed by a shattered face.

So that's what the 'porcelain' was about…

A mischievous grin crawled up Adam's face. "Your house?"

"Get out! Get out of my house!"

"What're you gonna do if we stay?"

"Adam, stop!" Jonah tugged on his sleeve.

"No way, things are just starting to get interesting." Adam pulled his arm away from Jonah's hand.

"Is this a game to you?"

"Might as well be!"

This evidently made it far more furious than it already was. It moved forwards, grabbing Adam by the face before several voices began whispering several things all at once. Jonah hesitated for a moment before running back to the living room, trying to open the front door to leave. It was locked, the doorknob didn't even turn no matter how hard Jonah tried.

He heard it break Adam.

"Coward."

Jonah was shaking and crying, starting to feel… a bit itchy.

BROOO THATS SO COOL

Jonah did a whoopsie and Adam’s fuckin dead, overall not a good day

#asks are neat #super cool fan stuff #tmc alternate au #I think it’s pretty in character really #Adam just fuckin. super stoked to be face to face with an alt #this is so cool though. it’s very well written I love it #also. Jonah. I don’t think it’s just an itchy feeling my guy

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"just the way you are"

summary:

— Sometimes you're not convinced that you're pretty enough and you're too harsh on yourself. Luckily, you have a boyfriend to remind you that you're amazing just the way you are.

genre:

— songfic & modern au

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— I heard this cover from Pierce The Veil and immediately imagined rockstar! Carlos singing it to you in one of his gigs hshdgshgdhs

There are certain instances when your eye catches the mirror, you'll stop to take a glimpse of yourself. Usually, you don't let your mind linger about your appearance. Of course, there are moments when your mind takes a dip into the abyss and overthinks. Recently you've been bothered with your reflection in the mirror. You'll see your face and wonder why you seem agitated.

Your [Hair Color] was fine. Your eyes were okay, your nose isn't perfect but decent. The moles/freckles or anything displayed on your skin was normal. So, why are you so annoyed by the way you look? You're fine! There isn't anything wrong or out of place, it's just...you.

A knock on the door, fortunately, pulls you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly went to answer it. A relieved smile appears on your features upon seeing who was at the door. A red shirt and black ripped jeans, messy and curly auburn hair, and a sly smirk brings a warm sensation to your chest.

"Hola chica, you busy?"

"Never for you, Carlos"

You go in to give the guy at the door a hug, who was apparently your boyfriend; Carlos Madrigal. You welcomed him inside the house and as soon as the door shuts behind him, Carlos attacks you with an embrace and several kisses on the face.

"Hmmm, I've missed you, mi vida"

His voice sounded low as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, your hands roam around his back, giving him a soft rub. Carlos has been away with his family for two weeks, finally seeing him now brought you so much solace. You pushed the curls out of his face and granted him one last kiss before leading him into the kitchen.

You two began catching up for the lost time. Carlos rambles about the show he's having tomorrow evening with his band, he invites you to watch him play. There wasn't a moment in your life where you missed one of his gigs, so you told him you'll be there. Carlos and you met when you moved into town, you saw him playing that sweet guitar of his and you were swiftly besotted. It was the happiest day in your life when Carlos professed his feelings for you, thus, you two began a relationship.

It was pure bliss to be with him. He'd take you out and kiss you in the alleyways, you'd cuddle with him and sleep on the same bed, he'd sing to you for hours. It seemed like Carlos was all you'll ever need to stay satisfied with your life.

"Your makeup looks...full today"

Carlos points out. You give him a lighthearted chuckle and waved it off. Admittedly, you were trying to cover more of your natural face ever since he was away.

"Oh, it's nothing babe! I just tried some new products"

"...Okay? Your hair looks different too"

"I wanted to try something new"

"Your clothes aren't the usual either. I know you're hiding something from me"

You pursed your lips when Carlos frowns at you. All of this was merely important, you don't want to stress him out with things that are so minor. He stands up from his chair and goes to pick you up in his arms, bridal style. You gasped when he spins you around the kitchen, you let out a giggle though. He gently plops you on the couch and gets on top of you, your cheeks start to burn.

"You're beautiful and I won't let you think otherwise"

"You're such a flirt"

"I mean it though"

Carlos leans in to capture your lips with his own, you hummed in contentment. He pulls away and gently brushed your hair, he cupped your cheeks and stared intently into your eyes.

"You're perfect, just the way you are, [Name]. I don't want you to try and change"

"Stop it, you're gonna make me cry"

"Aww is my baby gonna cry?"

You shoved his shoulder jokingly as he laughs and lies down beside you. Carlos traps you in his arms and whispers sweet nothings into your ear until he falls asleep. You felt wrong for questioning everything Carlos said, you know he meant it but somehow you felt unconvinced. You thought about standing beside him, geez, you felt so insignificant. Carlos is so ethereal and everything he does is so breathtaking. And then there's you.

Carlos softly snores when you tried to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. You felt undeserving to be in his arms right now, you believed that he deserved better than you. Before you knew it, the thoughts began plaguing your head, telling you that you were not worth anything.

As the band begins to prepare for the show, Carlos wonders to himself backstage. He's been thinking about the downcast expression on your face when he left this morning. He knew his eyes weren't playing tricks when he noticed your puffy eyes. He almost laughed when you tried to cover everything off with a smile. But Carlos is aware of what's going on with you.

He hates it when you're harsh on yourself. He'd seen it even if you tried to keep it away from him. Carlos knows you'd compare yourself with other girls and then go attempt to change anything you find distasteful about yourself. From your makeup to your behavior, he didn't like the lengths you'd do to be someone you're not.

Carlos felt conflicted if it was somehow his fault for not reminding you enough that you're beautiful. He wanted you to know that he loved you for who you are and not for what you were trying to be. He needed to give you one good reminder that would kill your insecurities. All of a sudden, an idea sprouts in his mind.

"Hey Carlos we're up"

One of his bandmates called for him. Carlos nods and excitedly grabbed his guitar before walking into the stage to perform.

You hated letting everyone down so, despite your uneasiness, you still went to Carlos' gig as promised. Honestly, you were not feeling okay, you just cried in the shower prior to arriving. Your face was covered in too much makeup in hopes to conceal your tear-stained cheeks. You gave yourself a new wardrobe look and pretended to be a new girl. You tried to suppress the urge cry before the show started.

Carlos enters the stage and the audience goes wild. A smile crept into your face as his band starts to play their songs. You loved him so much and yet this ugly feeling within you keeps overtaking your happiness for him. You were believing that Carlos is gonna grow tired of you and discard you. You worried that he'll never be happy with you anymore and that you'll always let him down. Your breathing turns heavy as the pounding of your heart goes rapid.

He searches for you in the crowd and merely breaks down on his knees when he saw the tears building up in your eyes. Carlos immediately panics, causing him to sloppily play his guitar and hit the wrong notes. Eventually, the song ends and Carlos casts a look at his bandmates, signaling them to get ready. He shakily brings his lips close to the mic and grins.

"This song is for the love of my life. Hey [Name] this is for you!"

He quickly says as the people cheered. You tilt your head, did he just mention you? Duh, of course, he did! You're the love of his life! Abruptly, the drums kick in startling you. The band starts harmonizing the intro as Carlos shreds on his guitar.

"Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining"

"Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying"

"She's so beautiful and I tell her every day"

Carlos' melodic voice rings through the speakers and it makes your heart skip several beats. God, was he singing about you?

"Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her, she won't believe me"

"And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see"

"But every time she asks me, "Do I look okay?" I say"

He sets his eyes on you, not daring to blink or look away, he needed to let you know about this. As the chorus settles in, Carlos eagerly strums his guitar.

"When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change"

"'Cause you're amazing just the way you are"

You watch your boyfriend sing with unblinking eyes, the fact that he doesn't pull his gaze away from you causes your tummy to do summersaults.

"And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while"

"'Cause girl, you're amazing just the way you are, yeah!"

Carlos sings from the top of his lungs and the bottom of his heart, he gives you an endearing smile and he melts inside when he sees you finally returning it.

"Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she'd let me"

"Her laugh, her laugh, she hates, but I think it's so sexy"

"She's so beautiful and I tell her every day"

Your face turns red when Carlos' lips form into a smirk, blatantly sending those lyrics to you in full volume. Oh god, is he serious?

"Oh, you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change"

"If perfect's what you're searching for, then just stay the same"

"So don't even bother askin' if you look okay, you know I'll say"

Carlos raises his voice causing the audience to scream and clap, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is that you're listening to him right now.

"When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change"

"'Cause you're amazing just the way you are"

You still couldn't believe that your boyfriend is dedicating this song to you. It gives you the gratification that you're special to him no matter what. The thought makes your heart swell up and pound loudly in your chest.

"And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while"

"'Cause girl, you're amazing just the way you are, yeah!"

He keeps his eyes steady on you, the lovestruck look on your face tells him that he's doing a great job. Dios, Carlos wanted to kiss you so bad but he had to finish the song first. The music builds up and Carlos takes a deep breath.

"The way you are. The way you are"

"Girl, you're amazing just the way you are"

When Carlos belts, it sends an electrifying feeling down your spine. His voice was truly magnificent. The music slows down and turns softer, giving you a moment to breathlessly gawk at your boyfriend.

"When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change"

"'Cause you're amazing just the way you are"

Carlos softly sings into the microphone, he grins widely when he notices the glimmer in your eyes. Oh, he was down bad for you and he hoped you knew that. He gulped and continued the strum of his guitar.

"And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while"

"'Cause girl, you're amazing just the way you are, yeah!"

The song comes to an end as the audience goes loud with cheers and clapping. You wipe a tear from the corner of your eye and clapped along, your eyes gazing at Carlos'. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and a victorious smile graces his lips. You have never felt so loved in your entire life that your heart might as well double in size and explode into a confetti of rose petals. You wanted to run into his arms and give him the longest kiss known to man, good lord, you were so in love with him.

Carlos was greeted by a body crashing into him and arms wrapping around him outside his dressing room, he gasps but melted into the embrace. You clung unto him for a while before giving him a tender kiss on the lips, he gladly kissed you back. You look at him with so much emotion in your eyes and Carlos was left falling for you all over again.

"I love you so much, Carlos"

"Love you too, [Name]"

"Thank you, for loving me for being me"

"I'll always love you no matter who you are, mi amor"

You bring him into one tight hug that squeezed the life out of him, but he doesn't mind one bit. Carlos is just happy that you know that he'll always love you just the way you are.

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mcclellanwinters88 · 1 year

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Caught in the Fire 17 - Oblivious [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves ❤ Here’s the new chapter, I hope you like it and please don’t forget to tell me what you think of it! kisses!❤

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Even small actions can mean a lot.

Warnings: Violence, death, crime, explicit language, dysfunctional relationships, drinking, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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There were some days when you would wake up and realize the rest of the day would not go well.

Today was one of those.

Not only had you woke up with a terrible neck pain thanks to falling asleep on your very uncomfortable couch, your hot water wasn’t working so you had to take an ice cold shower first thing in the morning.

You’d hated cold showers since you were a child.

And then, for the whole road to her school, Emma talked about this new doll she wanted for her birthday and a quick Google search told you it would cost some money to get your hands on that doll. Thankfully the money you had gotten for Becca’s boyfriend’s birthday party cake was enough for the summer camp she wanted, so it was one less thing to worry about.

Not only that, you were avoiding Alex like the plague because you had no idea how to tell him that you and Bucky were together now. It felt wrong to hide it from him but the last time you had met, he was pretty rude to Alex—not to mention, you had assured him you weren’t even friends.

Great.

The only good thing about today was that Bucky had about half an hour before some meeting with someone, so he had come by to see you at the bakery.

“….The landlord said it’d get fixed by tomorrow, but I couldn’t even wash my hair!” You opened the door to the walk-in freezer, then grabbed the puff pastry sheets and closed it again while he leaned back to the counter, watching you move around the kitchen. “Can you believe it?”

“Yeah, you hate cold showers.” Bucky said and you turned to him.

“I do!” you exclaimed. “They’re so bad— people who like cold showers are masochists, let me tell you.”

“One could say the same thing for your hell temperature showers.”

“They’re not hell temperature.”

“You want me to find someone?” he asked, “To get it fixed?”

“No, the landlord will take care of it,” you said. “I think I’ll just shower at my dad’s place tonight. I mean if you could call that a shower, because even though I’ve never been inside a prison, I’m pretty sure prison showers have better water pressure.”

“Or you could just stay at my place.”

Your hand froze in the air and your stomach dropped before you stole a look at him.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, your mother and sister live there too—“

“Not the family house,” he cut you off. “My place.”

“….Oh,” you said after a beat. You had no idea why the thought hadn’t crossed your mind but it made sense, of course Bucky had his own place.

“I don’t mean to impose,” you added quickly, “Seriously it’s fine, it’ll get fixed by tomorrow so what’s one night in the prison showers?”

“Peaches,” he said with a sigh, pushing himself off the counter to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling to the crook of your neck. “We’ve been over this.”

“That’s your space, and that’s your shower.”

“Jesus Christ, how did I let you talk me into letting that asshole walk away unharmed?” he muttered, making you scoff. Bucky wasn’t going to stop hating your ex fiancé anytime soon, not when he was the main reason for how hesitant you were about accepting anything Bucky offered you. “Baby, you’re coming and I’m not taking no for an answer. Besides—“ he pressed a kiss on your neck. “If you’re that worried about using my shower, I can be there with you.”

You let out a giggle, “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“I’m thinking about the environment,” he said, pulling you back and you closed your eyes for a moment, forcing yourself to focus.

“Bucky, I’m working.”

He hummed. “But I missed those cute noises you make,” he murmured to your neck, “Remember those?”

A fire swept over your face but before you could do or say anything, the kitchen door opened, making Bucky step back and you gasp.

“Josh!”

He paused but only for a moment.

“I didn’t see anything,” he said with a grin and you ran a hand over your face.

“We were— we were just—“

“Please, am I supposed to act surprised as if this…” he motioned at you two, “wasn’t in progress since I was a kid? Is that what we’re doing?”

“He has a point.”

You shot Bucky a glare and turned to Josh. “Don’t tell Emma or my dad.”

“Roger that,” he said, “Listen, can I leave half an hour early today? I don’t mean to boast but—“

“Josh.”

“I mean if you must know—“

“I didn’t even ask, I don’t wanna know.”

“I have a date,” he said with a huge grin and Bucky suppressed a laugh.

“Nice job man.”

“Thank you!”

“A girl agreed to go on a date with you?” you asked. “Does she need psychiatric evaluation?”

“Ha ha,” he mocked. “I’ll have you know, she’s amazing and she’s so smart and so pretty and she’s just… She’s amazing.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Jesus. Yeah sure, leave half an hour early.”

“Great,” he took a step to the door but then turned around.

“Mr Barnes, can I ask you a question?”

Bucky raised his brows. “Sure.”

“So it’s the first date and I don’t want her to think I’m old fashioned or anything but I also don’t want her to feel like—“

“You’re paying,” Bucky interrupted him. “No matter what she says.”

You looked between them with a frown. “What if she wants to pay?”

“Nope, not a thing.”

“That’s what I thought,” Josh snapped his fingers, “Got it, thanks.”

“You know, in fact…” Bucky reached for his wallet and took out some cash before he handed it to Josh. “There you go, take her somewhere nice.”

“Hey no, you’re not taking that—“ you started but Josh had already taken the money and let out a breath, staring up at him.

“Thank you Mr. Barnes!”

“Dude!” you said and he wiggled his brows.

“I like him. I approve.”

“Your approval means nothing to me Josh,” you called out as he left the kitchen and you shot Bucky a look.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“Come on Peaches, the kid is eighteen,” he said. “He wants to impress the girl, let him impress her.”

You rolled your eyes and he checked his wristwatch, then groaned.

“I gotta go,” he said and stepped closer to peck you on the lips. “I’ll pick you up?”

“No no, I need to drive Emma to my dad’s place after I close,” you said. “I don’t want dad to see you and ask me a bunch of questions, just text me the address and I’ll get there.”

“You sure?”

You nodded and he stole another kiss from you.

“See you tonight then.”

“See you,” you smiled up at him and watched him walk out of the kitchen. You heaved a sigh, pressing a hand over your chest, then cleared your throat and got back to work.

***

For the record, you were going to talk to Alex. One of these days.

It was just that he was swarmed by the parents when you had gone to pick Emma up from school, so you could only wave at him before getting in the car to drive back to the bakery. You’d hate to keep him from his work after all and it was pretty obvious that he was busy.

Or whatever bullshit lie you were trying to convince yourself to believe, not that it was working.

“And then Wendy told me it was the wrong answer, but it was the right answer!” Emma said. “I got it right, I was the only one!”

“Whoa, good job honey!” you said as she fixed her doll’s hair, her face lit up with a happy smile.

“And—and that lady dropped by, and she told us there will be horses in the summer camp.”

You gasped. “You’re joking!”

“No!”

“Actual horses?”

“Yes!” she giggled. “I’m going to see horses! Have you ever seen one?”

“Nope,” you said. “I haven’t. Promise me you’ll tell me all about it, okay?”

“Okay! Do you think they’ll let us pet it?”

“I’d say so but—“ you were cut off when you passed by a police car and in a couple of seconds, the police car’s lights flashed behind you. You cussed under your breath and pulled over, making Emma look back.

“Why did we stop?”

“Um, no reason honey, probably a usual check,” you said as the police car stopped behind you and an officer approached the window as you rolled it down. He looked young, probably a new cop but that did nothing to make you feel relaxed or anything.

“Officer.”

“Good evening ma’am. Are you aware that one of your headlights is out?”

You shut your eyes for a moment. “Uh….no, sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t realize.”

“License and registration please,” he said and you took them out from the glove compartment before handing it to him. He took them from you but as soon as he took a look at them, he froze.

“Y/N, Y/L/N?” he read out loud and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Wait—wait here please,” he stammered and you pulled your brows together, and watched him walk back to his car before another cop got out of the driver’s seat, taking a look at the documents.

“What’s a headlight?” Emma asked and you kept your eyes on the cops.

“Hm? Lights on the car.”

“But we have lights!” Emma said and you drummed your fingers on the steering wheel nervously before the older cop approached the window.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him and the cop took a deep breath before he nodded.

“Yes ma’am. There has been a misunderstanding, terribly sorry about the inconvenience.”

You pulled your brows together as you took your license and registration from him. “My headlight isn’t out?”

“No it is, but… we’d just like you to fix it, whenever you can. You don’t want to put the little one at risk after all.”

Emma waved at him and the cop paused for a moment.

“My partner is a rookie,” he said. “He didn’t realize.”

Your frown deepened. “Didn’t realize what?”

The cop offered you a small smile. “Drive safe ma’am,” he said. “Please give our regards to Mr. Barnes.”

Your head shot up as it dawned on you and the cop made his way back to his car. You let out a breath, trying to wrap your mind around what had just happened.

“Who’s Mr. Barnes?” Emma asked, curiosity apparent in her voice and you pressed your lips together.

“Bucky.”

Emma held her breath. “Is that officer Bucky’s friend, Y/N?”

You ran a hand over your eyes, then started the car again.

“Uh huh,” you managed to say. “Yeah honey, he’s Bucky’s friend.”

By the time you dropped Emma at your father’s place, you were still pretty shocked about what had happened, but the moment the GPS told you that you had arrived at your destination, you looked up at the huge building outside and scoffed at yourself.

Multiple black cars parked along the street, men with guns hidden under their jackets around the perimeter—

Yeah, you were at your destination alright.

You parked to the closest space you could find and locked the car as if the street itself wasn’t under surveillance all the time, then fixed your dress and walked towards the building. You passed the security guards at the door, but stopped when you got to the reception.

“Hi, um—“ you smiled at the receptionist. “I’m here to see Bucky Barnes?”

“A moment please, ma’am. Name?”

You said your name and the receptionist made a phone call to who you guessed was Bucky, and he smiled at you after he hung up.

“Carl will take you there ma’am,” he said, motioning at one of the security guards so that he could approach you. “Have a good evening.”

“Thank you, you too,” you said and followed the man to the elevator. He pressed the top button and you shook your head quietly, heaving a sigh.

The elevator doors opened with a small ding, letting you and Carl step outside and you looked around the hallway before following him to the door which was guarded by two men. One of them knocked on the door for you and soon enough, the door opened to reveal Bucky who smiled the moment he saw you.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said, stepping aside so that you could walk in, “Thank you Carl.”

“Of course Mr. Barnes.”

He closed the door and you turned your head, taking in the apartment. You didn’t know what you had expected but somehow, the whole apartment was so—

So him.

Of course Bucky had a penthouse, and of course the said penthouse looked like someone had pulled it out of a magazine. From the industrial decoration to huge windows, it was no wonder this was his apartment. The nonchalant luxury you had seen at his family house was very much present here as well, and—

You gasped as a white ball of fur rushed to the hallway to stare at you with huge eyes and your jaw dropped.

“You have a cat?” you squeaked out and he nodded.

“Yeah, Alpine,” he said as if that was the only explanation you needed and you gawked at him.

“Alpine?”

The cat meowed, her eyes fixed on you like she demanded to know your name and a small laughter escaped from your lips.

“Alpine, back to the living room.”

Alpine ignored Bucky, making him heave a sigh.

“I don’t even know why I try at this point.”

“Can I pet her?”

“Wouldn’t recommend it if I’m honest, she’s an asshole.”

Alpine stared at you, then ran back to the living room while you turned to Bucky.

“How and when did you get a cat?”

Bucky pressed a kiss on the top of your head, then pulled you towards the living room.

“Becca wanted to make sure I suffer even when she’s not around,” he started, “So she gave me this devil incarnation.”

Alpine blinked slowly at Bucky and you tried to stop the laughter climbing up your chest.

“Bucky, she’s so cute!”

“Don’t fall for it, that’s how she gets you.”

“Mrow?”

“Yeah you vermin, I’m talking about you.”

Any hope you had for controlling your expression was gone as you burst into laughter, then covered your mouth with your hands. Alpine pawed at Bucky’s pant leg, making him pick her up and you awwed at the sight of him holding her in his arms.

“Okay, let me show you the rest of the apartment,” Bucky put her down, then held your hand to pull you to the hallway again.

“So that was the living room,” he pointed at a door, “Guest room.”

You followed him upstairs, looking around in awe.

“And that right there is my bedroom and…” he motioned at the closed door. “There you go, the bathroom. I already prepared it for you.”

“What do you mean you—“ you stopped talking as soon as he opened the door and you could swear at that moment, you could hear the goddamn Halelujah chorus singing in your ear. Bucky’s bathroom was huge, made of clean cut, sleek marble and gorgeous vanity. One corner of the bathroom consisted of the big shower that more or less looked like a room and your gaze wandered off to the gray bathtub filled with hot water judging by the steam coming out of it.

“So I still have every intention to join you but—“ Bucky’s voice snapped you out of it and you blinked up at him, trying to focus. “There’s this small hiccup, I need to step outside for an hour or two.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, your gaze fixed on the bathtub that felt like it was calling your name. You took a step towards the vanity to pick up a bottle of women’s shampoo, then tilted your head.

“Lots of girls come here to shower, Barnes?”

“Yeah actually, how long do you think you’ll take?” Bucky said with a grin. “Because the next appointment is coming in an hour so I’m gonna need you to hurry up.”

You scrunched up your nose at him and he pecked you on the lips.

“I didn’t think you’d want to use my stuff so I had one of my guys shop for those. Becca said they’re good.”

Well, if Becca said they were good, you didn’t want to know how much they costed.

“Thank you,” you said after a beat. “Really, it means so much to me.”

His gaze was almost reprimanding before he brushed his lips against yours again, his thumb caressing your neck.

“I mean it’s not better than a prison shower but…”

“Eh, I’ll have to make do,” you stated, making him chuckle before he pulled back and walked downstairs with you to grab his jacket.

“I’ll be back soon okay?”

You nodded, your gaze stopping on the gun tucked in his jeans before he got into his leather jacket. You shifted your weight, biting inside your cheek.

“Peaches?”

Your eyes snapped up to his and you cleared your throat.

“Um—but it’s not dangerous right?” you asked, “It’s- it’s not like you’re going somewhere you’ll have to use….that?”

“Not at all,” he said, shaking his head. “If anything, it’s going to be too boring.”

“Too boring is good in your line of work.”

He smiled at you and pulled you by the arm to kiss you on the lips, making you heave a sigh as he pulled back.

“Just tell the guys whatever you want to order after shower, they’ll get it for you,” he said. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Be careful!” you called out as he walked out of the apartment and closed the door behind him. You rocked on the balls of your feet for a moment before you let out a squeal and rushed to the bathroom. Putting your hands on your hips, you looked around to see the towels Bucky had pulled out for you, and reached out to touch them.

You felt as if your hand could be buried in them, the soft fluffy towels making you close your eyes for a moment before you opened them again. You dipped your fingers into the water in the bathtub, then grabbed the nearest bottle to pour it into the bathtub, the pleasant scent wafting across the bathroom.

Then you took your clothes off and got into the tub.

***

You were pretty sure that you had dozed off in the bathtub for a while, but eventually you left the bathtub to rinse off in the huge corner shower, then wrapped yourself in fluffy towels and stepped out of the bathroom. You lingered in the hallway for a moment, eyeing the door to Bucky’s bedroom, then slowly opened the door to peek your head in.

You hadn’t brought any clothes like a goddamn idiot and you needed something comfortable.

You felt the wall for any light switch but as soon as you did, your jaw dropped. Bucky’s bedroom was basically bigger than your whole apartment. The huge bed looked way too comfortable, almost luring you in and you shook your head, then walked to the sliding doors on the other side of the room to open them.

“Of course you have a walk in closet, Bucky…” you murmured, “Of course you do. Because why not?”

You pulled open the first drawer you could find, but as soon as you did, you caught the sight of a gun and gasped, closing it shut. Your heart skipped a beat and you licked your lips, trying to calm your heartbeat down.

“Okay,” you said, “Not this…not this one.”

You opened another drawer and thankfully, found some sweaters carefully folded. You ran your hands over the soft fabric, then grabbed one, got into it and after putting your towel back in the bathroom, you walked to the living room to see Alpine sitting in the middle of the room, staring at you.

“Hi Alpine.”

Alpine jumped back when you reached out to pet her and glared up at you. You tilted your head.

“I come in peace, lady.”

She let out a “mrow” and you thought for a moment.

“You know something Alpine?” you asked, making your way to the fridge. “I’m very good at bribing people to like me with food, so let’s see if that’ll work with you.”

Finding a recipe for cats wasn’t so hard, neither was following it. While you were preparing her food, Alpine looked like she was overcome by her curiosity, walking around the kitchen and rubbing up at your bare ankles.

You curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace after putting the food in her bowl, and it wasn’t even five minutes later that Alpine let out a purr and jumped on the couch as well, curling up in your lap. You smiled to yourself as you ran your fingertips over her soft white fur.

“Two girls can be too many in a guy’s life, I get you,” you said. “But hey, you called dibs on him so I’m not trying to steal him, okay? Respect where it’s due.”

Alpine purred contently and you giggled, scratching over her head as the sound of dangling keys reached your ear before the door opened. Bucky’s footsteps came closer and you grinned at him when he froze in the middle of the living room.

“No way.”

“We’ve bonded over our interest in the same guy, it happens.”

“No fucking way,” he let out a small laugh and came closer to press a kiss on your lips, then crouched down to look at Alpine who looked so calm with your fingers still brushing over her fur.

“I know right?” he asked the cat. “I told you, she has that effect.”

Your smile widened and he ran his fingertips over your bare legs, making you shiver before you tugged at his arm.

“Everything okay?” you asked and he nodded before getting on the couch to slip behind you, pulling you back so that your back could rest against his chest. He buried his nose into your hair, taking a deep breath.

“I could get used to this,” he whispered and you bit down on your lip, your heart doing a pleasant flip.

“So could I,” you murmured, closing your eyes. “So could I.”

Chapter 18

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #mob au #mob bucky #bucky x reader #reader insert

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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How about a Loki x reader.. Tony moves his baby sister into the compound after something happens to her but he won’t tell anyone what. She refuses to leave her room until everyone is in bed. She comes out one night and is caught by Loki. She immediately apologizes and becomes so shaken up that she drops her things and breaks a glass. Then it hits him why she was secretly moved in. Tony had discovered his little sister living in a bad situation with her now ex and suffered years of abuse. Loki decides then to take his time to make her feel safe again and they eventually fall for each other.

A/N: I hope this works! I got really sappy at the end, but I also don’t know how to end these one shots. This is a bit of a lengthy one, so bear with me.

He’s Not Him

Summary: Tony Stark has enough of his sister’s ex and moves her into the Avengers Tower. After taking notice of her shy and timid behavior, Loki digs deep at her past, making him want to make her feel safe.

Pairing: Loki x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 2993

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, language

Forever Tags: @mm2305

Y/E/N - your ex’s name

*If you or someone you know is being domestically abused, please reach out to 911 or call 800.799.SAFE (7233) for help. Love you all*

Tony storms into his sister's apartment. After standing outside of her door for a half hour, he bashed in the door at the the sound of a scream from inside. Frantically, he pushes his way around the furniture and bursts into your bedroom. His eyes go wide at the sight of you on the floor in a ball and your ex boyfriend above you with a fist out. Stark grabs your ex’s fist and rips him away from you, pushing him into your dresser.

“Get the fuck out!” Tony screams.

“Oh, the great Tony Stark is here. What are you going to do? Drop a bomb on me?”

You’ve never seen Tony’s skin turn so red. He storms forward and punches your ex square in the nose, sending him down on the ground. Tony unleashes all his energy until the man is left with a broken nose and multiple bruises.

“Get. Out.”

Your ex runs out of your room, without missing the chance to break a few things, and out of your apartment. You look up out of your ball to see Tony rushing to your side with panic in his eyes. He lifts up your head as you climb into his lap.

“Come here, darling. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” He coos.

You cry into the crook of his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth, his hand on your back.

“I’m getting you out of here,” He says, placing you on your bed, “I’m taking you to the tower with us.”

Tony leaves you on your bed as he gets a suitcase and packs your things. He gathers all of your clothes and some of your possessions like books, drawings, and others. You can feel the tears starting to dry on your skin as you stop crying. Tony doesn’t miss the way you start to uncurl and the bruises on your neck show up. His face drops to see the choking marks on your neck.

“I’m… so sorry, Y/N. I should have been here to protect you.”

You shake your head at him as he joins you on the bed. Tony reaches around your head to undo your ponytail and cover the bruises.

“There, now no one will ask you about them.”

You give him a gentle smile which eases him a little. He leans forward and kisses your forehead before taking your hand and helping you up. Tony and you walk out of your building and into the garage where Happy is in the car. He drops you off for five minutes to go talk to your landlord about you leaving.

“You’re going to be okay,” Happy reassures you.

“Thanks,” you manage to get out.

He gives you a warm smile. He has always made you smile throughout the years. Tony comes back, joins you in the car, and takes off to the tower.

Upon arrival, you look up at the large tower in awe. You’ve visited a couple of times, but that was a year ago since your ex didn’t allow you to see Tony much. It’s always been impressive. You were thankful for Tony letting you live on your own and make something of your own life instead of letting you mooch off of his fortune, but you do regret sometimes not letting him support you more. You were always so proud of him.

Tony carries your luggage as he leads you to the elevators. He looks down at you every so often, noticing the anxious way you bite your nails.

“You’re safe here. We have the best security and you’ll be surrounded by trained assassins and heroes. They’ll protect you, I promise.”

You nod your head at Tony’s words. As much as they help you, you don’t really want to see or talk to anyone. After having your ex break into your house every day for two weeks, you want to be alone except for the occasional visit from Tony.

The elevator doors open and reveal you and your brother to the Avengers who are all lounging in the living area. They turn to look at you with puzzled faces, making you nervous and hide behind Tony’s arm. He lets you stay behind him instead of forcing you to say hi as you exit the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister, Y/N. She’s going to stay here from now on so be nice to her,” Tony announces.

Everyone says hi to you but you stay silent behind Tony. He doesn’t question it even though the others look at one another in concern. Steve thinks to himself that you can’t be that rude, but given the way you look, everything must be very different to you from the rest of your life. You look shocked and scared.

Looking at the Avengers, you take in each and everyone’s appearance. Bucky and Nat look the scariest in your opinion and you make a mental note to stay away from them. Sam, Steve, and Clint look nice, but Wanda looks like the sweetest lady in the universe. She has a smile that warms your heart. Turning to your right, you see two very tall men standing and staring at you.

The taller one has blonde hair and a big grin on his face. He has a large stature, but he does not look intimidating. He has a golden retriever energy to him, but the man next to him is a different story. With his pitch black hair and powerful stand, the other man stares at you with daggers in his eyes. He sends shivers down your spine without saying anything.

You drag your eyes away from the intimidating man and follow Tony down the hallway. He leads you to your room where you get settled in, unpacking your clothes and putting away your things. Laying in the bed, you take a big nap which is needed. You feel as if you let out a breath you’ve been holding for days. The idea of being away from your ex finally settles in and you feel the wave of relief wash over your body, letting you drift away into sleep.

You’re woken up by Tony letting you know dinner is being served. He lets you know that you’re not being expected to come out and eat with everyone, which you appreciate. Ten minutes later, he comes by your room and slips a plate of food in your room as he opens the door, letting you eat alone.

Tony returns to the living room by the other Avengers eating and gathered around the couch. He takes his plate and sits next to Pepper who has her own food, smiling at him as he joins.

“So, your sister?” Sam asks.

“Don’t even think about it. She is not to date any of you.”

“Woah, I didn’t say that,” Sam laughs.

“But we know what you meant,” Steve chuckles, rolling his eyes, “She seems shy.”

“She is. You probably won’t get a lot out of her.”

“Can I ask why she’s staying her?”

“No.”

Steve shares a look with Bucky. The elevator door opens and Peter walks into the living room.

“You guys started dinner without me?” He asks, jokingly.

“Early birds get the worm,” Steve laughs.

The group chuckles and keeps eating their food.

“Is Y/N a new Avenger?” Steve asks.

Tony sighs and rolls his eyes at the question. Everyone notices the annoyance in Tony with talking about you and collectively decide to stop asking questions. It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about you much.

“No, she’s not.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Peter asks.

“I’ll fill you in later,” Nat replies.

The day goes by fast and you find yourself staring out at New York in the moonlight. You have always enjoyed the night time. They say New York is the city that never sleeps, but you’ve always found peace and warmth in the New York night. Everyone goes out to party or to bed. It’s a time of joy and relaxment.

You hear the last door shut for the night, signally everyone going to bed. Looking outside of your door, you don’t spot anyone so you sprint outside to the kitchen with your empty dinner plate. Upon entering it, you search the walls for the light switch for about five minutes. There’s no other light than that except for the over. You finally find it and switch it on. As you turn around, you’re startled by the frightening black haired man standing there.

Scared, you drop your plate, shattering it on the tile floor. Your eyes go wide as you start to back up against the wall. Without saying anything, the man takes a step forward, scaring you half to death. Your mind plays tricks on you and all you can think about is your ex breaking into your home. You start to have a panic attack, sliding down against the wall, and curling up into a ball.

You miss the way Loki’s eyes go wide. He watches you descend into an anxiety attack and doesn’t know what to do, knowing he’s who caused it. Quickly, he rushes down the hallways and bangs on Tony’s doors.

“What do you want, Reindeer Games?” He groans.

“Your sister…”

Tony doesn’t wait for another word for following Loki down the corridor. He spots you panicking in the corner of the kitchen and grabs you, lifting you into his lap. You grab onto his neck and pull him close, crying into him. He lifts you up and carries you off to your room without saying a word to Loki, leaving him standing in the kitchen agape.

Not knowing what to do and unable to relax, Loki makes his way to his room and opens up an old laptop Thor had gotten him. After spending thirty minutes just to figure out how to work it, he starts googling things about you. He starts with your name and finds multiple articles on you and Tony, the Stark Industry Golden Children. You left when you were eighteen, wanting to make your own life and not follow in the family’s footsteps. He gives you credit for being yourself, something he had struggled with. He knows the feeling, not wanting to be your family.

Then a certain website catches his eye, Facebook. He finds a profile of you filled with photos and text. There are some of you with friends in the town, a couple of old coworkers wishing you a happy birthday, then there’s a photo of you with a man. There are no other photos of you with him other than this one a couple months ago. He keeps scrolling to find more photos of you with him, but they all stop after that first one. Clicking on something tagged in the caption, another profile pops up.

Y/E/N’s profile. Filled with photos of drunk nights at the club, shirtless gym time, and quotes from misogynistic authors, Loki finds himself despising this man he does not know. He scrolls through finding very little of you in his account, as if you don’t matter as much to him as he does to you. Closing his computer, Loki decided to go check on you. He’s frustrated by whoever this man is, not knowing whether he’s important or not.

Loki peeks into your room to see Tony laying next to you, brushing through your hair with his fingers. Tony looks up and meets him in the eyes. There’s slight anger, but Loki doesn’t feel pushed away. He takes a step in before Tony leans into your ear and whispers. You look up and over to Loki, but you don’t ask him to leave. Loki continues to walk into your bedroom quietly, but with a small gentle smile on his face.

“I’m sorry for scaring you earlier,” he says, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. Thanks,” you mutter.

Your voice is small and timid like a mouse. He can hear the hesitation in your voice, not knowing whether he should talk to you or not.

“Are… you okay?”

“Yes.”

Another awkward pregnant pause erupts between the two of you. Loki looks around your room as Tony continues to hold you. He whispers into your ear again before leaving.

“I’m going to go back to my room,” he says, “call me if you need me okay?”

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Of course, anything for my little sister.”

He kisses your forehead and heads out of your room, leaving you and Loki alone. You don’t mind his presence anymore. After Tony tells you that Loki isn’t your ex and you’re okay, you’ve accepted him.

“I have to ask… who is that man on Facebook?”

Loki gives you a quizzical look. You think for a moment about how Loki got on Facebook and what guy he’s talking about.

“His name is Y/E/N.”

Your body clenches at the sound of his name and Loki takes a step back, looking at you. He’s never seen anyone physically close up just from a name. It may be some Midgardians thing he doesn’t understand, but the way that you are shaking, he thinks otherwise. He sits down next to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You lean into his touch as you attempt to calm down.

He’s not here. I’m safe. He’s not here. I’m safe.

You keep repeating that in your head, reminding yourself that you’re safe in the tower like Tony said. Looking up at Loki, you see his concerned face. He cares. This man you barely know cares about you.

He’s not him. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“I don’t think I properly introduced myself. I’m being quite an ass asking you these questions without manners. I’m Loki.”

Loki, not Y/E/N. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“Well, L-Loki,” you say with a stutter, “He’s uh… my ex. Ex boyfriend.”

“Ah.”

He nods as he takes in the information at hand. Your ex, who makes you quiver in fear even over people who have done nothing to her, has no photos of you. He shares his lavish lifestyle that most would presume belongs to a single man. Loki looks back at your depressed ridden face. The color in your skin has drained from you and you’re staring blank cold at the wooden floors under your bed. Loki places a hand on your neck to move your hair and give you a light massage, but you flinch away from him before he is able.

Loki’s never seen so much fear and worry in someone’s eyes before. You jerk away from him muttering yourself, as if it were taking everything in you to not scream. He looks over you to see bruises along your neck where your hair had moved from when you moved. A wave of anger runs through his body, infuriating him. He did that to you. That’s why you’re so afraid of him.

“Did he-”

“Yes.”

Loki rises from your bed and clenches his fists. You see the anger pouring from him and rush to his side before he can storm off. You grab his arms and force him to look at you.

“Please, don’t… don’t do anything.”

“Why shouldn’t I? No man should ever do that to a woman, especially you.”

“Just let it be.”

He releases his fist but the fury in his eyes doesn't. You pull him towards you to make him sit again. Moving in closer, you lean into him. Loki wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. The two of you lay down in your bed, you curled up on him as he held you, running his fingers in your hair.

For some reason, Loki feels as if he has to protect you. The way you ball up gives him this sense of innocence about you. You haven’t done anything to deserve those injuries, just live your life and try to find love. Loki always knew there was a good reason to hate Midgardians, not just for their stupidity and now he’s found it.

The two of you fall asleep without realizing it. The light from the sun peaking in the windows wakes you. Stirring in bed, you look up to see Loki under you, his arms holding you against him by your waist. You're cradled into his chest as his chin barely rests on the top of your head. Loki’s eyes flutter open at the feeling of you moving on top of him. He looks down at you and smiles.

The way the light shines on your face makes you look angelic. Your smile warms his heart and the warmth of your body against him makes his heart jump. You turn over to face him, leaning up on your shoulders over his head.

“Hi.”

“Hello, darling.”

“You slept here.”

“Both of us did, actually,” he laughs.

You drop your head laughing. Loki’s sweet laugh fills the room and blesses your ears. He’s not too bad to be around. He’s quite kind and sweet.

“Thank you for last night.”

“For what? If I remember correctly, I gave you a panic attack.”

“I mean the way you calmed me down and held me. It was needed.”

“Well, I’m glad I could do that for you.”

Loki means it when he says it. Looking at you now, there’s not much he wouldn’t do for you. You don’t deserve what the world gives you, especially that asshole Y/E/N. He would hold you for the rest of time if that meant keeping you safe.

You won’t lie either when you tell Loki he makes you feel safe. Every day before he sneaks off to his room so the others don’t know he spends the night with you, you tell him that he makes you safe. He never believes you. He’s shocked that anyone could feel safe with a monster like him, but after all to you, Loki is not him.

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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heaven

bucky barnes x fem!reader x sam wilson

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word count: 1.781.

warnings/tags: NSFW, +18!!! threesome, fingering, unprotected sex, language, mention of bodily fluids.

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You weren't drunk enough to blame alcohol for letting Sam invade your mouth with his expert tongue. The music outside of the random room you found maintained you with your feet on reality somehow, to not think it was a dream. A good dream. Even if you were focused on the way he was making you feel and the heat he was causing between your legs to burn down your soul, Bucky's fingers rolling the dress' straps by your arms until it fell to the floor kept your attention on him too. From one second to another, you were naked among the only two men you desired in your life —your boyfriend and his new best friend.

You couldn't help but moan pleased when they pressed you against their bodies and Bucky's huge hands made their way to your hard nipples. He squeezed your breasts slowly, delighting himself with every touch and the sound of every gasp dying on Sam's tongue, still dominating yours masterfully. You ran out of breath at the feeling of their rock dicks being rubbed to your ass and pussy respectively. You were in heaven between those two men.

“Tell him what you want, doll”. Your boyfriend murmured hoarsely into your ear, touring the shape of it with his teeth, causing you goosebumps all around.

“Ca— Can you…? Fuck…” You whined through your parted lips when Bucky dug his incisors in your shoulder. “Sam… I… I wan— want yo— shit… I've fantasized of you… fuckin— fucking me with your fingers”.

“That's what you want, uh?” He inquired rhetorically, pawing your sides roughly as one of his hands toured your right thigh straight to your cunt barely covered by a thin thong. Soaked.

“Please…” You begged, placing your arms around his neck.

Sam licked his lips, not needing to look at Bucky for permission. What you didn't know is that ten minutes ago they had a conversation on the terrace to make that happen. No one could deny that you'd die for Bucky's love. He was everything you had, and you were everything he had. But, when both of them appeared in your house really fucked after a mission, you started to feel some kind of desire for Sam. Only desire. Your heart was occupied with your boyfriend.

You came back from your thoughts as soon as the second man recently involved moved the small string aside. He played and teased your folds using the fingertip of his index digit, making you toss your head back to Bucky's left shoulder. Your boyfriend drunk delighted the crying you uttered inevitably when Sam slammed his finger into your tight walls, clenching around him. While the soldier was being all sweetness and delicacy, kissing you slowly, the pilot started to fuck you hard adding a second curled finger. And God blessed the loud music outside to cover your wrecked moans and your pleads.

“Does Sam make you feel good, doll?” Bucky purred with his eyes fixed on yours, watching you gasp in sync with the palm crashing violently against your pussy.

The three of you knew you hadn't much time to be disappeared before someone suspected, and the fierce pace of thrusts to your g-spot had you shivering under Bucky's grip.

“Oh, fuck, Sam”. You sobbed, not being able to form a proper sentence.

As your boyfriend guided his lips to your neck —sucking a hickey there to mark his forever-territory—, the pilot was back to attack your mouth. Your fingers were tightly nailed to the back of his head, starting to rock your hips looking for more friction against their sensible cocks. The grunts coming from them filled the room.

“Shit… you're gonna make me cum in my pants”. Sam growled, landing his free hand in your ass, squeezing it and forcing you to move it faster against Bucky's dick, being a bundle of moans dying on your neck.

“Got'a better idea…”

As you heard your boyfriend chuckling petty onto your ear with his orbs fixed on the dark ones of his friend, you knew they were going to ruin you.

“Listen to me now, doll. 'M gonna leav—”.

“Plea— Please, Bucky, don't”. You whined, not knowing how much you could handle the way Sam was impaling you by adding a third finger, making you cover your mouth with a hand or the whole compound would hear you.

“I can wait for you”. He hummed, turning your face towards his. “But I wan'you to show him how good you make me feel… And I'll give you a reward later”.

You were conscious that it didn't matter the times you begged him to stay, they had made a decision before coming into that room and that was what was going to happen. Bucky placed one last kiss full of love and tender at the moment Sam gave a break to your abused cunt, and you watched him leave after checking there wasn't anybody around, placing well his jeans in the zone of his bulge crotch.

“We can't stop if you don' want to continue”. Sam mumbled then, holding your hand to bring you closer.

You were panting trying to recover your breathing, pouting at him inevitably. As soon as Bucky left you alone, you felt a slap of reality and insecurities straight to your face. And he noticed it, gently wrapping your lower back with his arms since your legs were shaking and too weak to stand by themselves.

“Look at me”. He asked you then, showing you a fleeting smile barely curving up his lips. “Bucky wants it and I do too. But it only matters if you want or not. This… This is like a test, alright? You try and if you like, and if you want, we'll repeat. Bucky, you and I”.

You nodded hardly swallowing, sure that you'd make it up to your boyfriend later. You weren't in love with Sam, only with Bucky and you needed to demonstrate it to him. You glanced at the pilot unzipping his pants to pull them down along his boxers, letting his painful erection spring free to his abdomen still covered by the white shirt he was wearing. Your right hand gripped his sensitive skin, licking your lips at the sight, pumping his glorious dick slowly, as Sam made you walk backward to the immaculately done bed. He sat first, not being in need of telling you what you had to do next.

He watched you pull down by your thighs your black thong till it was thrown on the floor, before heading to his lap and sitting on it. Sam's cock was thick and long, pretty similar to Bucky's, so you knew it will cost you a second to fit your clenching and abused cunt around him, but you were too anxious for being fucked by him that you didn't care. You practically bounced on Sam, ramming his hardness into you beyond your limits. He was fast enough to make you drown the loud cry out in his mouth, crashing his lips on yours.

He filled you completely, gripping his hands in your hips slightly painful to urge you to move, to dance your body. And you did it with nothing but whines and gasps.

“You're so… tight, baby girl”. Sam grunted rolling his eyes white. “Oh, fuck…”

You still couldn't believe what was happening between those four walls. You were impaling your cunt once and once, with any mercy, using your boyfriend's best friend's dick. And you liked it. You loved it. Sam was making you feel really good. Not the same way Bucky used to do, but enough to put you to beg him for letting you cum. You needed it, and you wanted him to flood your guts too.

“Ple— Please… Please”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck, feeling the tears of pure desperation run down your cheeks.

“C'mon, my sweet girl… cream my dick…” He whispered with such a honeyed tone, almost hurting you by the way he had to nail tighter his fingertips in your buttocks. Painfully pleasurable.

You couldn't contain the orgasm anymore at his petition, looking for his mouth to invade yours again by using his tongue to drown the delighted scream he caused on you, while the ecstasy hit your body wildly. But Sam didn't stop from forcing you to keep jumping onto his twitching cock, pushing you down strongly and feeling him almost touching your stomach when his seed was spilled inside your clenching and glad abused pussy.

“For the fuc— fucking love of… God”. He roared in a broken tone of voice.

Your thighs were quivering at both sides of his legs, your lungs were emptied and your mind went completely blank.

Once you made sure to look like anything happened, you left the room before Sam —ashamed but satisfied—. Trying to walk normally, as your legs were still feeling weak, you looked for your boyfriend where he told you where he was going to be waiting for you. In the desolate kitchen. You glanced at Bucky sipping a glass of whisky, suddenly fading away your embarrassment and your insecurities with a smirk towards you, stretching his cold hand to hold yours and push you to his warm body.

“Did Sam fuck you good, uh?” He wanted to know humming, gently caressing your swollen and somewhat darker lips with his iron thumb. You nodded in silence, stealing the glass from his other hand to drink it in just one gulp.

“Can yo… Can you take me home?” You murmured in a plea, almost pouting at him.

“Hey, hey… Listen”. His tone changed in the blink of an eye from seduction to concern, placing his index finger under your chin. “You don' have to demonstrate me anythin'… God… I've never in my life felt so damn turned on than tonight… Watching you being fucked by Sam while you were looking at me…”

“You… You didn't leave bec—”.

Bucky interrupted you by freeing your hand from the glass, wrapping his left around your throat, and nailing the other in the center of your ass, directing his middle finger to that tight unexplored hole under your dress.

“I wan'to repeat, doll”. He purred in your ear, causing you to gasp against his by the pressure in your entrance. “I wan' Sam and I to fuck you at once… I wan' you to suck my dick —your dick— as he eats your sweet, little pussy… Fuck… Fuck, I'm hard only by imagining it, doll”.

“Buck…” You sobbed tightening your fingers in his shoulders. “Take me home… I beg you… Please”.

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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hi! can i request soft shiggy where reader and him are just cuddling and sharing sweet kisses/words? thank you! <3

yes! Yes! Sorry, this took so long. I just got over covid, and I could barely stay awake 😅 it's pretty short; I'm sorry my brain is still loading in.

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Saying it was late was an understatement. It was that weird twilight zone between early morning and night. Tomura was curled into your side and despite the late hour, you wouldn't have it any other way.

“And then I used my last powerup my very last one and I still fucking lost! I wasted it on that dumb tournament, ”

Shigaraki had been complaining about his game for the past hour. You didn't mind; hearing his voice was always music to your ears no matter what he was saying.

“I'm sorry, babe, ” you said, stroking his hair, “I think you did a good job, ”

“Well, that's what you have to say since you're my girlfriend. You don't mean it, ” he said.

“Of course I mean it, Shiggy. I think you're amazing. So amazing, ” you reassured him.

“Whatever, ” he mumbled obviously flustered.

You ran your fingers over the scars on his neck. You moved his head from the crook of your neck so he was face to face with you. Your lips ghosted over the scars on his eye and lips. His cheeks quickly became a light shade of pink that stood out against his pale skin.

You couldn't help the triumphant grin that stretched over your face. You finally kissed him properly, scratching his head with your nails. He hummed happily, resting his hands on the sides of your stomach (pinky up of course, even though he had his artists gloves on)

“Sometimes I think that this is all a dream, ” he said after pulling away, “it's too good to be true. We've got the upper hand on the heroes. We found a new safe house. Hell, even Dabi is behaving himself, ”

You chuckled at the last part.

“And, ” he whispered, “the most beautiful girl in the world is laying in bed with me. I'm so worried you're going to disappear y/n. Sometimes I hold you so tight that it's hard to breathe. It's not on purpose. I just don't want you to leave, ”

You looked so beautiful in the blue light of his PC. He wished he could hold you closer, but it was clearly impossible. He settled for draping his leg over your hip and wrapping his arms around your torso.

“I think you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen, Tomura Shigaraki. You've gone through so much, and I wish I could go back in time and fix what happened. All I can do is tell you how much I love you and-” you cut yourself off as your eyes widened.

“Love me?” he whispered after a few moments of silence.

“Y-yeah. I- I love you, Tomura, ” you said, stroking his cheek, “you don't have to say it back, ”

“I love you too, y/n. And that scares me so much. Everyone I ever loved...i lost. And I don't...i don't want to lose you. Ever. It's like I'm cursed, ” he said.

“You are not cursed Tomura Shigaraki. I won't leave you. Never ever. Not in a million years will I wake up without you next to me, ” you said before kissing him.

You tried to pour every ounce of love inside of you into the kiss you were sharing with him, and he did the same. Trying desperately to hold you even closer. To eliminate the nonexistent space between the two of you.

“Love you, ” he whispered, “love you, love you, love you, love you. Forever, ”

“For longer than forever, ” you corrected him.

“I'm pretty sure there's nothing longer than forever y/n, ” he said “that's the point of forever, ”

“Well...shush, ” you grumbled, having no response.

“Let's get some sleep, honey. I don't want you to be tired tomorrow, ” he said.

“That ship has sailed, ” you yawned, tucking his head under your chin.

You wrapped your arms around his small frame and buried your face in his hair.

“Babe, ” you said.

“Yeah?” he responded.

“We’re showering tomorrow. Your hair is all greasy, ” you said.

He laughed softly, “yes ma'am, ”

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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader.

Chapter-6

Summary: Consequences weight on you after what happened, maybe you had bitten more than what you could chew.

Warning: Smut. Don’t read if under 18 please.

Author’s note: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter, I like it but I don’t at the same time. Let me know your thoughts please, I hope you enjoy it.

Gif credits to the owner, I found this one on google.

It was well after midnight when you woke up, in a strange bed and cold. The blankets had moved and you were naked in the bed. Taking a moment to remember where you were you looked to the side. There he was, asleep, facing you while he laid in his stomach, one arm next to his face.

You looked at him, analyzing his features. He was truly a sight to behold. You didn’t think you had ever see him this peaceful. Looking around the room for the first time you notice how clean and organized it was. It matched the rest of the house perfectly. There was some light coming in through the crack on the door. You noticed there was not even one picture anywhere in the room. Not even a photo of his late wife. You expected to see at least one. For what you had heard he loved her very much.

Thinking back on the previous events of the night you wondered what would happen now. You wish you could feel some remorse, or guilt or anything, but you didn’t really regret it. Maybe it was still the adrenaline of the moment or the feeling of safety this bed brought you, maybe you would feel different in the morning.

Tossing and turning in the bed you couldn’t fall back asleep, you wondered if maybe you should leave, it was the middle of the night but maybe you could still make it home, or should you just stay? Deciding on the latest you turned on your side and closed your eyes trying to fall back asleep.

You woke up hours later to lips being pressed to your shoulders, raising your eyebrows and groaning into the pillow you moved your hands back feeling hair and what you assumed was his neck. His lips moved over your back, planting kisses as they went over to your other shoulder. You turned on your side to face him, opening one eye and looking up at him. He looked at you, his bright eyes burning into yours.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him opening both eyes now and touching his face. He only moved his face down to kiss your neck and press himself closer to you. You had never imagine that he could be so quite and calm in the morning. You assumed he would have send you off by now bantering about how you both needed to be at the lab on time.

He moved completely over you, moving the blankets out of the way to place himself in between your legs. Your hand went to his hair, running it through it. His kisses trailed down your breast making you hum in satisfaction.

His hand found your thigh running it down until he found the back of your knee, grabbing it and breaking the kiss to move himself down enough to hook your leg over his shoulder.

Without breaking eye contact he entered you while your eyes fluttered close and the air escaped your lungs. He was a feeling you may never get use to. He filled you up so deliciously, almost painful. This new angle allowed him to burry himself to the hilt, hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, smelling the leftover cologne on his skin. Biting down on him, your nails scratching his back hard enough to draw blood while he rammed into you. Maybe you wanted to cause him pain in some level to make yourself feel better about the whole situation. The feeling of your nails digging into his skin only spurred him on.

His hand moved to grab your hair pulling your head back to look into your eyes while he fucked the soul out of you. He wanted to see how much you were enjoying this. How much you wanted him.

His hand ran down your body, passing over your breast as he squeezed the soft skin, you wanted to feel more of him, all of him.

“Deeper” you moaned, he growled in return and grabbed your other knee and hooked it over his other shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper.

“Do the thing”

“What thing” he growled at you.

“Vibrate all of you please” you begged him.

He rolled his head back at the same time all of him started to vibrate all over you. The sensation of his cock vibrating inside of you and his pelvis against your clit every time they touched was sending you closer and closer.

Grabbing onto the bedsheets and arching your back you started to come around him, you could feel the delicious pressure of your walls tightening around his cock while he speeded up his thrust, hitting the deepest part of you making you feel like you would pass out from the pleasure.

The hand holding your hair quickly moved to the headboard of the bed, gripping it hard, that had been for the best he would have probably ripped some of your hairs if he had kept it in your head as he slammed his hips into yours, he was ready to burst, you were making him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He didn’t want this feeling to end but he couldn’t take it much longer after you moaned his name with half lidded eyes. His thrust started to get sloppy as he closed his eyes, feeling himself starting to come inside of you.

Once he was spent and coming out of his high, he moved to the side and laid back down on the bed closing his eyes. He got up and went to the bathroom leaving you in the bed for a moment, only to find you gone when he came back with a towel in hand.

Once in your apartment, you ran straight to the bathroom, turning on the water and getting rid of your clothes. While the water ran down your back you kept thinking how this was not going to end good for you. Getting involved with him was going to end you. How would you face everyone? How would you face Barry? How would you face him after having slept with the man he hated the most. The man who killed his mother and had tortured the team for weeks? The worst part was that it probably was the best fuck you would ever have.

After getting cleaned up and in fresh change of clothes you made your way to Star labs. You felt like a black hole had appeared in your stomach. Your knees felt weak as you entered the cortex.

“Good morning sleepy head” said Barry, you were later than what you would normally be.

“Hey y/n you okay?” Cisco asked as he looked at you, it seemed as if all color had abandoned your face.

“Yeah, yeah I’m… I’m fine.” You replied trying by all means to avoid Wells’ eyes.

“Rough night?” Wells asked you and you almost chocked on your own saliva.

Coughing before you could reply you shook your head.

“No, no I just had trouble falling asleep.” The nerve this man had to tease you like that.

You made your way over to the desk farthest away from where he was sitting, not really knowing what would happen now or how your relationship with the man would change after this.

When lunch time came around and everyone left to grab something to eat you found yourself alone in the lab with Wells. You were trying to stay away from him, never in the same room as him for more than a second.

He caught up to what you were doing and before you could get out of the work station you were currently working in he rolled himself in, blocking the door from you.

“Y/n” he called you while he removed his glasses, running his eyes. You hummed in acknowledgment letting him know you were listening.

“This morning you were begging me for more but now you can’t seem to look me in the eye” he said, there was something in his voice but you couldn’t put your finger on what the emotion behind it was.

He would never admit it but he was kind of disappointed that you had left so fast without saying anything.

“I’m just focus on my work.” You said still avoiding him.

“Everyone will realize something is going on if you keep avoiding me like the plague”

“Alright” you turned around looking at him.

“What do you want? You have my undivided attention” you said while crossing your arms over your chest.

“Are you this mad because it f what happened yesterday? I don’t think I am that bad to leave you fuming like this.” He said while interlocking his hands in front of him, his face completely serious.

“I’m not mad at what happened yesterday.” You replied.

“I just think it shouldn’t have happened.” You said while looking down at the floor.

“It will only complicate things, I already told you I would keep your secret, and I think that should be the end of it.” You continued.

You didn’t want to look at him, you didn’t want to show him how much it hurt you to say this.

“Very well” was all he said as he rolled himself out of the office. You sighed once he was out and reclined against the desk, truly hoping that things wouldn’t get more complicated than they already were. Oh boy were you wrong about that.

The following couple of days he was all you could think about, it was driving you insane, you couldn’t get him out of your head, every time you laid in bed you would think of him, you would close your eyes and remember what he had looked like sleeping so peacefully next to you.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t wish he would come and seek you out. But you knew he wouldn’t, you were probably the last thing on his mind right now.

When you passed by the window in your living room you would always look out, hoping to see him in some roof looking at you, but he was nowhere to be seem.

Instead of letting go of those feelings you had, you were only holding onto them even more.

Would it be that bad? Would it be that bad to be with him one more time? You had already sinned, may as well make it count, you thought to yourself.

Grabbing your phone you pulled out his contact number, and writing a text message saying you needed to see him you debated whether to send it or not, it was late at night he surely was at his house by now, or creating chaos somewhere.

Send it or not send it. That was the question. If you sent it and he came you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off, but if you sent it and he didn’t come the rejection was probably going to make you feel ten times worse.

Before you could think about this anymore and drive yourself mad you pressed the send button and hoped for the best as you saw the notification confirming that he had read it.

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nerdywriter36 · 3 years

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POTOber Day 3 - "My God, this place really is haunted"

day 3 prompts - taunting/insults/Prima Donna

this oneshot - a modern Cherik AU - was written together with my best friend; she wrote the first half and i finished it off! she isn't on Tumblr, but she wanted to be sure that we shared this piece with everyone! <3

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Christine looked out the window and sighed as she watched the taxicab slow to a halt behind the car in front of them. Turning her head, she exchanged a glance with her boyfriend and smiled slightly. "Well, another stoplight," she remarked, her tone soft.

"So it would appear." He noticed some water splash onto the window out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself when Christine groaned quietly. "Don't fret, my darling. I'm sure none of this will delay our arrival by very long."

"I know, I know. I suppose I just don't want to miss anything, and the rain tends to affect traffic," Christine replied, sighing again. She shuffled across the backseat and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I have been looking forward to this all week, and I don't want our night to be ruined."

Erik smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, hugging her tightly to him. "My Christine, I can promise you that, even if we are a bit late, it will not ruin our evening," he said softly, his lips pressing gently to her forehead. "Now, let me see you smile."

Christine chuckled quietly, looking up at him. She pressed a kiss to the synthetic skin of his mask. "I really wish you would stop wearing your prosthetic when we go out. You look so much more handsome without it."

Sighing, her boyfriend reached up a hand and gently ran it down one side of his face. "You know why I wear it, Christine," he muttered softly. Apparently not wishing to discuss the topic any further, he said in a more confident tone: "You know, I'm still not at all happy about the fact that my father's successor was chosen for him when he retired. I hear that the new manager—this Monsieur Choleti—knows nothing about music, and he bought his way in because his wife is an opera singer."

"I heard the same. I tried Googling her to find out how well she sings, but I didn't come up with anything," Christine replied. "I only hope she's decent."

"Only decent? If she's anything less than astonishing, I'm sending them a very strongly worded letter," Erik said with a nod.

His girlfriend laughed, and he laughed with her, but they both knew that he was entirely serious. Eventually, Christine remarked that she wouldn't blame him in the least if he were to take such action.

At some point during their conversation, the cab had begun moving again without the two realizing, and very soon, they arrived at the Palais Garnier. The rain was pouring by that time.

Erik quickly paid the driver and got out of the car with his girlfriend. Immediately, he slipped off his suit jacket and held it over her head to protect her from the rain as they ran inside.

"Erik, that wasn't necessary," Christine said with a quiet laugh, opening the door for her boyfriend. "Thank you, though."

"It was my sincere pleasure," Erik replied, smiling fondly at her as he slipped the jacket back on. Offering her his arm, he led her further into the building. The two made their way up to Erik's private box—box number five—and took their seats, both of them sighing contently as they did so.

"I'm so relieved that the show hasn't started yet," Christine said with a smile, setting her purse on her lap. Unzipping one of the side pockets, she produced a brand new bag of M&Ms and promptly tore it open.

Erik eyed her disapprovingly. "Did you really bring chocolate candies to an opera?" he asked, trying to hide his amusement with a frown.

"Yes, I did. Would you like some?" Christine offered, holding the bag out to him. She smiled when he reluctantly took a handful and popped a few into his mouth. A few moments of silence passed between them while she observed the architecture. "You know, I heard some ridiculous rumour about there being some sort of ghost haunting this place. Apparently, the ghost moved in shortly after the new manager took over. Have you ever heard anything so absurd?"

Laughing quietly, Erik shook his head. "I can't say that I have."

Christine opened her mouth to reply, but her attention was quickly diverted when the house lights dimmed and music swelled from the orchestra. "Erik, look, it's starting!" she whispered with great excitement.

Erik smiled at her elation and wrapped an arm around her shoulders before he focused his attention on the music playing. The instrumental part of the opening song was enjoyable; however, he couldn't help but cringe as soon as the Prima Donna, Carlotta Choleti, began to sing, her loud, shrill vibrato ringing out over the audience. "My God, this place really is haunted. What is that?" he asked quietly, his brow creasing in a deep frown.

Christine snorted, taken aback by her boyfriend's blunt comment, and threw her hand over her mouth to try to muffle her laughter as best she could. "Erik, oh my gosh," she said through her laughter, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"She can't sing!" Erik replied in a hushed tone. "You're hearing this too, aren't you?"

"Well, she doesn't seem to be aware of the fact that she can't sing."

"Someone needs to tell her, then. Spare her the effort of trying to make a career."

Christine shook her head fondly and tucked her head in the crook of Erik's neck, reaching over to take his hand. "Do you want to leave?" she whispered.

"No, no," Erik replied with a sigh. "You've been so looking forward to this, I would hate to ruin your fun. Besides, I'm sure the rest of the show will be lovely, so I will make a sincere effort to put up with her so you can enjoy the show."

"Well, thank you. But if you're going to be miserable, we don't have to stay. We can go to some other show that we know she won't be in."

Erik simply shook his head and kissed the crown of her head. "I'll survive. I have you, so it won't be any trouble."

Christine smiled and nodded, the pair then falling quiet as they watched the show. She had to admit that Carlotta's voice was not easy on the ears and she could hear the odd sharp inhale or muttered comments from her sweetheart, but the pair made it through to intermission without incident.

"Well, we made it," she said, pressing a kiss to Erik's cheek.

"We made it halfway," Erik said with a sigh and a shake of his head. "We still have another hour and a half to go, and I don't know if I'll make it."

With a quiet laugh, Christine got to her feet and smoothed out her dress. "Well, we will make it together. For now, I need to step out to the restroom, but I'll be back in a moment."

"What? No, no, don't do that."

Christine frowned. "Why not?"

"Because you could get stuck in line and miss the beginning of the second half, which would leave me to watch the beginnings of the horrors of another hour listening to Carlotta, which might just prompt me to throw myself over the edge of this box," Erik replied. "Just go when the show is over."

With a roll of her eyes, Christine leaned over to kiss him, cupping his cheeks in her hands. "I promise I will make it back before then," she said, patting his face. "You'll be fine. I love you."

"I think that's debatable right at this moment, but sure, go ahead," Erik replied; he was pretending to be annoyed, she could tell, but she could see a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "I love you too. Enough to put up with Carlotta butchering this opera."

"Well, I am truly honoured, darling."

"As you should be."

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xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years

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Yesterday's gift was a cuckoo clock and boy howdy did I lose my shit when I opened it.

I guess Eli has really been listening to me this whole time...I remember telling him I had always wanted one when I was a kid on like, our second date when we BOTH were dumb and were convinced cuckoos and woodpeckers were the same thing until Google corrected us (and I found out that he's kind of a bird nerd).

It's so...novel to be listened to. It shouldn't be, and I shouldn't be surprised that my husband knows the kinds of things that catch my eye. But the clock...there's an incredibly specific story to it, that at the time I told him I was absolutely thinking "dude's just trying to get some ass, HE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THIS." I didn't tell him all of it, just enough to hint at an unhappy ending but still.

Opening this clock I lost my shit because it was EXACTLY like the one from my long winded story which I guess I'll condense down: when I was a kid, during a more stable time in my life, before my mother started moving all the time, we lived with my grandparents and they had a cuckoo clock that had a honeybee and bear kind of theme...the little cottage that it popped out of had honeycomb looking walls like a hive and there was a little bear peeking around the corner. I used to lay on the floor and stare up at it, envisioning that I lived there. The beginnings of my tendency to dissociate 😆

Well...my grandparents had the opportunity to buy and move to a nursery on some acres and decided to leave their house and most of the things inside it to my mother. She met the boyfriend we moved to the commune with but when we moved she left everything inside the house instead of putting it in storage and while we were gone it was broken into and pretty fairly picked clean. My toys were gone, the fridge was gone, my clock was gone.

"IT'S EXACTLY LIKE IT...EXACTLY."

He reaches over the table and wipes the tear off my cheek because when I tell you I lose it I mean I'm about to just start bawling.

"Good. It was a hell of a process getting it. I had to call your grandma and walk her through scanning photos so I could see it..." I remember that call...it took two hours of him pacing outside on the porch in February, just before it snowed. I kept being shooed back inside under the guise of it being way too cold for my Ritis. When I asked him what she needed scanned he lied to me and said it was for an insurance claim and somehow I bought that line of bull.

It's a good thing we're having dinner in the cabin because there's nothing left to do but fly out of my seat and jump into his lap to squeeze the life out of him, firmly in sob mode. I wonder if he gets tired of me crying on him.

"So you like it then?" He says quietly into my hair. I can't do anything but nod, my face jammed into the crook of his neck.

I have nothing from my childhood. What few things survived this burglary because they were with my grandparents at the time are still with them because I'm afraid they'll be lost if they're shipped to me. I, personally, had nothing from that time in my life all these years...not even faithful recreations or acceptable facsimiles until now. I don't care very much about stuff...but...

He sits me up, dipping his cloth napkin into his glass of water to gently wipe the mascara off my cheeks. Waterproof my ass.

"I love it. Thank you."

His expression is so soft and I swear I've never seen him look at anyone else like that. Just me, and it kind of makes me want to cry differently. I don't know what I've done to deserve him but, holy shit I'm keeping him.

"You're welcome...anything for my baby."

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reaction: to their s/o being afraid of thunderstorms; ateez

req: hi! i absolutely love your writing, could i request an ateez reaction to s/o being scared of thunderstorms? thank you so much <3

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! this was kinda cute to write. also,, trying a different format here- not using gifs- lmk if y'all like it with gifs better? + first work im posting in this new year hehe hope y'all enjoy it <3

genre - fluff | pairing - ateez x reader | warnings - none

⭒❃.✮:▹ seonghwa

seonghwa had came home to you hidden under your covers as you watched the television on almost max volume, the curtains fully closed.

"love, isn't it a little too loud?" he had covered his own ears from how deafening it was and he had to pretty much yell for you to hear him. you paused the show when you took notice of him, quickly apologising as you tried to explain yourself when you saw another flash of lightning through the curtains. you slapped your two hands over your ears and squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the loud ripping sound from the sky.

seonghwa sat himself next to you and pulled you into his embrace, cupping your cheeks so that you would look at him. "love, do you trust me?" you nodded as you slowly opened your eyes.

seonghwa turned the television off and gently pried your hands away from your ears, letting your hands rest on the sides of his thighs. "let's be a little kinder to your ears, alright?" he leaned in closer and whispered into your ears. "do you want to tell me about your day or shall i go first?"

basically mars asmr but live, and when you do get surprised by the thunder, he would shush you affectionately and comfort you, continuing on about his day.

⭒❃.✮:▹ hongjoong

"can i hide in here for a little while?" you had peeked into his studio to see that he was just monitoring his past performances through fancams, surely you wouldn't be a distraction.

"from what?" he paused his video and whipped his head back to ask, confused. you were supposed to be at the dance studio, helping wooyoung and yunho check their choreography even if you weren't that experienced in dance.

"the thunderstorm, your studio is the only place where i can neither see nor hear anything so..." ah, he had no idea there was a thunderstorm outside. if he was he would have rushed over to you immediately, knowing just how afraid you can get.

"sure babe, make yourself comfortable." hongjoong would then turn on the ambience lighting to a dark blue and play some really soothing classical music, hoping that it would calm you down and take your mind away from the ongoing thunderstorm. when he sees that you were still a little frightened from earlier on, he drapes his warm jacket over you, "don't worry, you're safe here." he would also go to the kitchen to make a cup of warm tea for you to calm you down.

⭒❃.✮:▹ yunho

yunho loves thunderstorms, and he loves sitting by the window and staring out as the flashes of electricity branch out like veins in the sky, so full of life. that's what scares you the most, you know the extent of damage lightning can cause having lived in houses without good lightning protection systems.

"don't sit too near to the windows, you might get hurt!" you warned for the umpteenth time but your boyfriend refused to listen, saying that it would never happen.

"this apartment is safe, i promise," yunho reassured you, even gesturing for you to come join him over there. he wasn't going to force you if you still refused after the third time he asked but you decided to go. you've been trying to get over your fear of thunderstorms anyways.

he would wrap his arms around your waist and let you rest your head on his chest so that you could hear his calm steady heartbeats. the both of you sat at the windows watching the lightning and thunder with you burying your face into the crook of his neck often and him giving you long pats on your back to calm you down. you definitely did get less afraid of thunderstorms, though not much, but it's something.

"if the thunderstorm is ever mean to you, let me know. i'll personally throw hands at zeus."

⭒❃.✮:▹ yeosang

yeosang had fallen asleep on the couch when it started raining heavily along with non-stop thunder and lightning. you were extremely afraid but you had to close the windows yourself, you didn't want to wake yeosang up from his nap.

you were just about to close the one in the living room where yeosang was when the deafening sound of a thunder took you by surprise, causing you to shriek out loud in fear. being a light sleeper, yeosang jolted awake, surprised and worried. it absolutely broke his heart to see you crouched on the floor with your hands covering your ears, your shoulders shaking as you sobbed.

you felt so weak crying over a thunderstorm but yeosang made sure to let you know that there was nothing wrong with it. he gently guided you onto the couch where he would let you continue crying on his shoulder, his fingers intertwining with yours to let you know that he's there for you as he tries to help you control your breathing. "you're okay, you're okay. follow my breathing, love."

⭒❃.✮:▹ san

if you weren't afraid of thunderstorms, you probably wouldn't be sitting on yunho's gaming seat right now with san yelling at you over the headset to support him in the game. you weren't one to play games but as san says, "you won't be scared if you distract yourself"

it usually works, though the games do leave you feeling kind of nauseous from all the motion and lights, but today, the thunderstorm was simply on another level. the lightning had lit up the whole room with a bright white flash for a good three seconds before leaving you in a room that seemed much brighter a few moments ago.

san is not stupid, he knows playing games would not distract you this time round so he would quit the game and drag you onto the bed , letting you bury your face in his chest as he hums the tune of your favourite song.

when you told him that you were ashamed to be afraid of something many people aren't, he would shush you and say, "it's normal, everyone has their irrational fears. besides, that lightning really scared the life out of me too."

⭒❃.✮:▹ mingi

he knew about your fear of thunderstorms, and he always makes an effort to check the weather forecast on your behalf since he had googled it before and they said people who fear thunderstorms should try to refrain from doing so in case it makes them even more anxious. anyways, so he does it for you and prepares everything that you might need when it happens.

the both of you were in the car when the thunderstorm started, and being well prepared, he quickly handed you the small thin blanket and the bottle of water he kept at the backseats. there was no better place than under the sheets at home but this was better than nothing at all.

once the both of you got home, he would make sure to run a warm bath for you and might even accompany you in it. the fear had caused all your muscles to tense up and he made it a point to relieve all of them. in the meanwhile, he would comfort you by saying things like "im so proud of you." and "the next time a thunderstorm happens, remember how you are totally fine today, okay? think, thunderstorms are relatively harmless, you'll be fine this time too."

⭒❃.✮:▹ wooyoung

it was in the middle of the night when the thunderstorm started, the loud booming of the thunder startling you awake. you tried to go back to sleep, hoping that this moment would just pass and that you would wake up to a nice weather. but even with wooyoung by your side, you couldn't seem to be at ease enough to sleep.

"wooyoung, please wake up." that was your tenth attempt, unsurprisingly considering the fact that he sleeps like a dead log. thankfully he does, and very much apologetically when he notices the shitshow that was going on outside. even he was surprised he slept through the noise.

he would immediately drag himself out of bed to turn on the lights so that the lightning wouldn't seem as bad, also going out to the kitchen to pour you a glass of warm water. it always helped.

when the both of you were back in bed, wooyoung would rest against the headboard as you laid your head on his abdomen, him patting your shoulder affectionately until you fell asleep again.

"there's another thunderstorm going on inside your stomach," you joked with a faint smile as you snuggled closer into him.

"hey! if you're going to say that, go away."

⭒❃.✮:▹ jongho

the both of you were stranded outdoors as the thunderstorm has started unexpectedly while the two of you were taking a stroll in the park. the weather forecast did not foresee this. it was dangerous and very annoying to get soaked in rain, but everything was made worse because you were afraid of thunderstorms. you had no idea why, it was just the case.

"there's a shelter nearby, shall we make a dash for it?" jongho asked as the both of you sought temporary shelter from a tall tree.

"the lightning is a little crazy now though....." it was, but being under a huge tree on such a day wasn't the smartest idea at all, and it would be much better if you could go to a real shelter.

"you know i'm quite a lucky guy, right?" jongho would give you a piggyback as he ran, allowing you to close your eyes so that you wouldn't see the flashes of lightning. he would also tell you to put on earphones and play some soothing music. "it'll be over quick, just hang on in there for a little while."

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i-ntrmission · 3 years

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Nine (Van McCann)

Just a silly little fic where Van is sporadic regular at a coffee shop.

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Saturday morning.

You’ve already baked cinnamon buns and the peacan pie by time Carly officially opens up the café at 8. The smell of freshly baked goods circling the shop, Carly hums in appreciation, hovering in the kitchen to see what she can rob for breakfast.

Toby arrives at half 8, Carly all too gladly standing back from the coffee machine. He hovers by the kitchen door a few minutes later, thanking you again for last night while you’re pulling a tray of breakfast muffins out of the oven.

“Sure you didn’t lose something?” You ask him, he only blinks, a questioning ‘no?’, and you tug his keys from your pocket.

“Are they my- shit, where’d you find them?!”

Fragmented story telling about last night, about Van, between serving customers. You still feel a rush of lightheadedness when you think about last night, think about Van. Heartbeat kicking up in a weird little pitter-patter rhythm - something you only associate with kittens and Hugh Grant films. Toby listens with a knowing smile, which you choose to ignore.

“Oh, and guess who Julia got off with last night?” You say, maybe to change the subject off Van, after he’s handed a takeaway cup to the last of the customers. He raises a how eyebrows, looking at you with interest. Toby liked to act like he wasn’t interested in the gossip, stories swapped between you and Julia on long shifts - but you always caught him half listening, weighing in with his own comments if asked.

But before you can dish out the gossip on who you had walked in on in your kitchen this morning, Julia herself stomps through the door.

“Speak of the devil,” you mumble with a smirk while Toby playfully hisses at her as she walks past “Ey, what time do you call this then?”

It’s 9, she’s an hour late. She had told you this morning she’d cleared it with Carly, when you had brought her water and painkillers. More as a front to question her on who you had found in the kitchen than being concerned for her head. She’d seen through it and buried herself under her duvet when you entered her room.

“Piss off,” she hisses back, taking off her sunglasses. No makeup and too much perfume, the telltale signs of a rough night. “And don’t even start you!” Pointing her sunglasses at you, your smug smile. You only hold your hands up to with a lingering smirk. Toby’s eyes flickering between you both.

The bell hanging from the door rings, drawing your attention back to the till as two mums with buggies and toddlers make their way in, the screeches of excited children make Julia shudder.

“Jesus Christ, kids shouldn’t be allowed out in public until at least midday on weekends,” she huffs under her breath and makes a beeline for the staff room. A chuckle - calling after her, telling her you had left breakfast muffins in the oven. The perfect combination of savory and sweet - the best hangover cure. Apart from more alcohol that is.

You’re loading up a tray with hot chocolates and coffees for the mums and kids when Julia re-emerges from the back room, taking a bite out of the muffin in her hand with a groan of your name, telling you that you were a lifesaver.

“Sure you can manage these? No more bad luck leftover? Need a side of salt?” Toby teases while handing you the tray over the counter, you roll your eyes - telling him not to remind you of yesterday’s disasters.

“So, wild night at the pub quiz I hear,” you hear Toby turning back to Julia while you walk away, biting down on the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile. Recalling her texts.

You make your way out front to the terrace where the noisy kids have taken up residence at one of the tables, except now their shrieks seem to be in despair rather than delight. One of the women standing out on the path while the other is desperately trying to calm the boys, one already in tears. Inconsolable.

“Oh, what’s happened?!” You ask, a frown while setting the tray on their table.

“Pebbles ran away!” The older of the boys wail while pointing down the road. It’s then that you notice the abandoned dog leash on the ground beside your foot, one end under the seat of the chair, the other end clipped onto a collar.

“He must have wriggled out, a lad’s gone running after him - I hope-“ the woman is cut off by the younger boy’s screech of “There! Pebbles!!”

You follow his gaze, almost shaking your head and laughing - it’s Van, of course it’s fucking Van to the rescue. Sauntering back down the path with the runaway Yorkshire terrier in his arms, licking at his face.

You watch the look of adoration in the women’s eyes as he carries the dog back up to the table, the gleeful sounds of the kids. His smile widens once he spots you, hovering.

“Alright lids, see he’s fine! Just a little messer ain’t he?!” Van eases, dropping down on his haunches to hold the dog while the mum fiddles with adjusting the collar.

Ducking back inside while the chorus of ‘thank yous’ surround Van, grabbing a couple of chocolate chip cookies and pain au chocolats, sugar for the shock.

Once you set the treats down on the table, the boys wipe the end of their tears from their eyes. Sounds of delight resurface, something their mothers echo when you tell them not to worry, that the cookies and crossiants are on the house.

Van follows you back inside after high fiving the boys, winking at the women and blowing a kiss at the dog - who seemed rather taken with him. Holding the door open for you.

“You’re in early, thought rockstars didn’t get up ‘til noon,” you say as he follows you in. Eyes a little bloodshot, voice a little husky - but other than that he didn’t share any of Julia’s hangover symptoms. You wonder what kind of drinker he is.

“Eh, never been good at the whole rockstar thing me.” A lazy grin, reaching the counter where Julia stops mid rant about how bacon absolutely belongs in muffins. Their eyes lock, mirrored smirks - sharing the same secrets.

“Think you have someone that belongs to me, love.” He chuckles.

Julia hums in response, “think I’ll hang onto him a bit longer.”

You bite back a smile. This morning, walking into your kitchen at sunrise only to be greeted with a scruffy, bearded man. Vaguely familiar, from the countless interviews and live performances you had binged on YouTube. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, unbuttoned shirt and undone jeans, hand buried in his hair, staring blankly at the floor tiles. Clearly in the midst of a hangover from hell, possibly going through the fear. You could smell the stale alcohol.

“Er, morning?” You said quietly, blue eyes flickering up, a crooked smile, and a rasped “Mornin’, love.”

Like it was the most natural thing for him to be standing in your kitchen, like it was his kitchen even.

“Are you looking for sommat or?” You opened the fridge, glancing back over him. Hoping he wasn’t about to puke all over the place. He had that look.

“Yeah, just the last shreds of me dignity.. and anything.. cold, please... fuck,” he grumbles, pressing his head into his hands. You almost felt sorry for him, then you remembered the videos and messages from Julia last night and hide a smile by looking back into the fridge. Jug of iced water and a pint glass, handing him the full glass before rooting through the medicine drawer, painkillers.

“Aye, you’re a fuckin’ godsent, thanks angel.” Taking the painkillers and water from you. “Can see why Van’s so fond of you, coffee girl.”

There’s a lot of unpack in that sentence, and it was way too early. So you simply blink and watch him take the pills.

“Coffee girl?” You question eventually, arms crossing.

His eyes drift back over to you, grimacing while he sips on the water. “Aye, you work down the café, wi’ Julia, reet?”

You knew you shouldn’t have, but when opportunity arises, you can’t help it. Winding him up. It’s a rare morning you’re in a good mood, able to communicate in more that one syllable words.

“No? Dunno what you’re on about mate, Julia works down the cafè.. heard her mentioned someone called Van a few times, seemed like they had a thing, yeah?”

A flash of panic in his eyes, practically hearing the flurry of curse words going through his head. The prospect of the fact he’s probably shagged someone his best mate is ‘fond of’. Quirking a brow while he stared.

“Nah, she said.. You.. fuck.. fuck me,” a string of grumbles, clearly trying and failing to get his head straight - remember what had happened last night, what Julia had told him. Hands patting down his jeans, pulling out his phone with a heavy sigh. He curses at the screen. “Fuck, Van’s gon-“

“Hey,” you decide to put him out of his misery. He was growing paler by the second, and you were getting more and more worried about the prospect of cleaning up puke. “I’m just messin’ with ya.”

Realisation hitting - eye narrowing at you, telling him your name, confirming that you were indeed the coffee girl who worked with Julia. He shakes his head, a gruff noise and crooked smirk.

“Jesus, threw me for a loop there... well played, my dear... I like you already,” holding out his first, “Am Johnny,” he says while you knock your knuckles against his. You refrain from telling him you knew that already.

“Well, he’s kinda crucial in our band and that, so afraid I get first dibs, darlin’” Van’s voice drags you back to the present.

“So you’re saying you’re going on tour again soon, eh?” Julia tilts her head.

A breathy little laugh - “Bands do more than just tour, yanno?”

“You do realise the internet is a thing, Van - we could literally google your tour dates right now and find out. So your mysterious bullshit ain’t flying anymore.” She rolls her eyes, another bite of her muffin.

Since finding out he was in Catfish, neither of you had ever thought about checking on the tour dates, when he came he came and when he left he left, and that’s that. No wondering if he’d show up when the tour was up. Simple, no attachments. You and Julia even named a local stray cat after Van who you fed from time to time when he came snooping around the bins outside, the easiness of coming and going.

So why were your fingers suddenly itching for your phone.

“Ah, love! Why ruin the little mystery that’s left then? Like I said - we do other stuff too, could have label stuff to do, graftin the next album... cheers, mate.” Trailing off once Toby slides his caramel latte over the counter, something he had got him hooked on a year or so ago. “Fuckin missed this.” He says as if every other coffee shop has yet to discover caramel.

“So yous are doing a new album then, that it?” Julia persists, rolling your eyes at her blatant attempts at winding him up. But he catches on, a lazy grin, licking his lips.

“Ain’t ya too hungover to be fuckin’ with us like this?” He calls her out, a smirk.

She shrugs while her eyes slide over to the elderly couple that come in every morning, sitting in their usual spot. Calling over to them that their tea and scones are on the way, fond calls back of ‘take your time, pet.’ telling Van she’s not finished with him before heading into the back to get a teapot.

“What happened last night anyways?” Toby interjects, bemused look across his features. Completely left out of the loop, obviously not getting anything out of Julia when you left them a while ago.

Taking the opportunity to pull up Julia’s messages - putting you phone down on the counter between the three of you. The video is obviously taken at the time of the night where all rational thoughts are lost to drinks. Loud music, girls screams - background static, Johnny Bond stood at the bar, downing three consecutive shots of what you assume is tequila, Julia’s giggles soundtrack while following him out the smoking area, turning back to the camera and taking off his cap with slur of ‘mind this for me, love’ before he proceeds to do a handstand against a wall for 15 seconds. Confused onlookers as Julia counts it out.

Amused sounds - Toby and Van, Julia passing back around the counter in search of scones for the couple, she glances over your shoulder at the video.

“Ey, anyone who does a handstand after 3 shots of tequila without vomming earns their space in my bed.”

There’s another video from about 20 minutes later of Larry stood on a table, Kylie Minogue blaring, and he’s doing an enthused rendition of the Can’t Get You Outta my Head dance mixed with a bit of the Macarena. Cheers erupting around him, wolf whistles.

Van - a rasped cackle, “send that one onto me, that’s too good! Never gon let him live that one down!”

You watch him while he watches the video again a few times over. His eyelashes nearly brushing his cheeks when he looks down, fingers restlessly tapping against his coffee mug, soft chuckles. Feeling Toby give you a nudge, a wink when you look up. Letting you know he caught you, shaking your head with your best ‘fuck off’ eyes.

“So why were you making the lads humiliate themselves for your entertainment then?” Toby asks Julia once she circles back around the counter

“‘Cause, the lads bet me that they’d beat us at the pub quiz,” she explains, helping herself to another muffin. “Johnny spent half the time outside smoking, and Van and Larry fuckin’ argued over every question and ended up writing down bullshit made up answers.”

Toby asks where Van’s forfeit video is, you’re only half listening now - taking orders of the few people who just came in, but you zone back in once you hear your name mentioned.

“-and after I told him she was workin’ late closing up, never seen anyone down their pint so quickly, what was the excuse again, Van? Jet lag was it?”

Glancing up at that to find him already looking at you, catching his eye, his lips tilt making his dimple pop out. It lasts less than a second, your eyes darting back down to the pecan pie you’re cutting. Feeling your cheeks warm up. He never mentioned that he had run into Julia at the pub last night, remembering how he just said he was on his way home. Although, you were half sure it did have nothing do with you, more likely he was just sick of Julia’s drunken bullshit.

“Nah, just quite like that pub and want to be able to show me face in there again, innit.” He tells her, a laugh.

You grab a basin and walk away to start to clear tables, not really wanting to hear anymore of Julia’s torments. You’re happier zoning out, getting lost in your own thoughts, smiling and small talk with a few regulars. On you’re way back to the kitchen when you hear Van again as you walk past, catching your elbow.

“You in then too, Glasvegas?”

“Sorry, what?” Turning back to him, you had been thinking if Julia would be up for getting chipper on the way home after the pub tonight. You were already craving garlic cheese chips.

“Coming down Cassidy’s tonight? Van’s buying first round for being a pussy last night.” Julia quips, and you look from him to her. Fuck, remembering Van’s confession about wanting to buy you a drink last night. Julia’s looking at with you a smug expression, knowing you can’t get out of this one. You and her always went out on Saturday night’s - either just the two of you, or a group of friends. But going to the pub with Van and his mates, your heart skips a few beats, uneasiness. You give her a look before letting your eyes slide back to Van, an expectant look, finishing off his cinnamon bun.

“Er, I dunno..”

“Dunno if you’re up for going to the pub? Like we don’t go out every Saturday night?” Julia tilts her head, feigning mock innocence. You knew what she was doing, and you glare. A non-verbal ‘you’re being a dick.”

“Well, er, it’s been a long week.. yanno. I’m kinda tired.. was thinkin’ of staying in and having a quiet one,” you’re backing slowly into the kitchen as you say this, feeble excuses. “And I’m.. I’m trying to save some and that.”

“So me and you will do pre-drinks at ours,” Julia pushes, entertaining your excuses to a certain extent, but not letting you get out of it.

“And I’m buying first round,” Van adds.

“So, it’s just one drink really.” Julia confirms.

“Jus’ one drink.” Van reaffirms.

“Just one drink?” You say, somewhat defeated.

Toby glances up from the coffee machine, a chuckle. “Now when’s the last time anyone went out and actually had just one drink?”

Van leaves a little while later, Toby giving him a tray of coffees for Larry and Bondy if he’d yet ventured back from your place, you sending him off with a bag of hangover cures in form of pastries and cakes.

He came back in a few minutes later, forgetting his stamp on his loyalty card.

“2 down, eight to go. Cheers, see yas later.” He walked back out, a spring in his step. You turned to Julia.

“What the fuck, Jules?! Will you leave us alone and stop tryin’ to setup me up with Van fuckin’ McCann!” Exasperated tone, she only shook her head and giggled. “S’not funny! He probably already has a girlfriend and you’re here makin’ us look desperate!”

“Dunno what you’re on about, babe!” She says while heading out to clean up the terrace, humming matchmaker matchmaker under her breath. She turns back to you as she reaches the door “Oh, and he deffo doesn’t have a girlfriend, found that out last night for ya. You’re welcome!” She beams, all but skipping out the door.

You somehow resist the urge to chuck the tea towel in your hands at her head.

#part3 will prob be later today or tomorz I spilt it up becaus it was getting way too long #anyway yeah #vanfic #catb fanfics #Van McCann fanfic

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gothamslittlejester · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet with Phoenix!Joker and Ledger!Joker

Hello, I am not dead. I’m really sorry I haven’t posted in forever, so here’s a pretty long piece for both the clownbois to make up for it for you guys (hopefully,, aghhh). I hope my joker license has not been revoked lol, forgive me lovelies.

The characters will be written separately, but feel free to imagine them together if you wish! I just thought writing them both at once made for an interesting comparison. Phoenix!Joker will be referred to as Arthur, and Ledger!Joker as J. I didn’t do all the alphabet letters because some were repetitive, so here’s the ones I thought would make good headcannons!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Phoenix!Joker

· Out of the two, Arthur is considerably more affectionate. Being so deprived of love for so long, he doesn’t hesitate to absolutely smother you in affection 24/7, whether that be through kisses, long hugs and warm smiles, or more subtle actions like helping you clean around the house or washing your hair in the bath. He may be a killer clown, but he can’t help dotting on you every time you’re together.

· He also praises you any chance he gets, cooing in your ears how amazing you are and how much you mean to him. He wants you to feel loved in every way possible, both verbally and physically.

· His favorite way of showing affection is making you laugh or cheering you up whenever you’re down. Bad jokes? Cute magic tricks? Running your boss over with a truck? He knows the blues can come and go as they please and they can really affect your whole mood, so he makes sure to always bring some happiness in your life.

Ledger!Joker

· J shows his affection in much more subtle ways, although with time you find yourself picking up on them effortlessly. He may not always vocalize his affection, but there’s no denying his adoration for you.

· He’s very playful with you; tickle fights, wrestling matches, pinching your ass and ruffling your hair are all things you grow accustomed to, and they never fail to make you laugh. If you blush or squeak in response to his antics, J will think it’s the cutest and funniest thing in the world. He’ll only be more encouraged to get that response out of you next time, so good luck to you.

· At night, his displays of affection shift from playful to more protective and domineering. If he’s feeling suddenly possessive of you, he envelops you in a protective hug and pulls you into his chest. His side of the bed will always the one closest to the door in case of trouble.

· His affection is very physical, and will often be shown through actions. He’ll take care of any inconvenience you have- someone bother you, sweetheart? You never see them again.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Phoenix!Joker

· Arthur will always be there for you, listening to you vent for hours, helping you with any little chore or problem you have and just chilling with you by the television for hours. He’s never had someone to confide in and care for him, and every understanding look and encouraging smile you give him is stored in a special place in his heart.

· Not only is he a great listener for you too, but his advice is never halfhearted. If you have a problem, or something you’re uncertain about, he’ll do his best to help you sort it out until you’re confident again. He’ll be there for you no matter what, because you’ll be there for him too.

Ledger!Joker

· Now, Having J as a friend is extremely chaotic and often leads to him dragging you away to join him on some illegal adventure at 3 in the morning. Are you gonna go rob a bank or go scare the elderly? Who knows, who cares! Just get dressed and join him!

· Philosophical conversations with J are incredible. He never dismisses your ideas or thoughts of the world, encouraging you to always speak your mind, filter free. There’s no need to hide from him, ever.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Phoenix!Joker

· When he cuddles you, Arthur feels like all his problems just melt away, and therefor will not let go of your body for hours. It’s therapeutic and heals his soul in a way that his medication never could.

· His little secret is that he loves it when he’s the little spoon, or just generally being cradled by you. Lying on top of your chest just to hear your heartbeat? Absolute heaven.

· His favorite thing to do is to rub his nose in the crook of your neck and take a big breath, relishing in your scent. It makes him feel so safe and loved he could cry, and during bad days he probably has. Even after he turned into Joker, it would take a bulldozer to rip his grabby hands away from your warm body. Due to how frail and cold his body is, he’s not the epitome of a teddy bear, but the amount of love and comfort that radiate off of him is enough to make for that. It’s nothing a warm blanket can’t fix, and his kisses are the warmest all year round.

Ledger!Joker

· Now, J would never admit it, but he’s just as big of a cuddler as Arthur. I know, I know, controversial! But there is no way you can convince me that this man isn’t an attention seeking, touch starved, hug deprived needy little asshole. Having you wrap your arms around him in the middle of the night, melting into his body with a satisfied sigh, is cocaine to him. Feeling you playfully jump on his back and embrace him from behind makes J want to blow up the city for you. He’ll do it too, don’t tempt him.

· Only difference is, he much more prefers it when you initiate it- seeing you all needy and pouty for him just makes him so giddy. What’s that Y/N? You’re desperate for him? Well, I guess he can hold you in his arms, since he’s so generous...

· Of course, he’s not shy either, and will get his way if need be. If you sit more than 2 inches away from him on the couch you’re instantly pulled onto his lap, and don’t even think about falling asleep without being buried in his side. He wants to feel loved, dammit!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Phoenix!Joker

· Arthur’s kisses are soft and dotting, always gentle and loving. He often moans into the kiss and pulls you closer, never getting enough of you. They can be desperate and needy after a long day away from you, but they are generally very sweet and slow.

· He likes to press kisses all over your face and cheeks, liking the way you giggle as he peppers them all over you. He really cant get enough of you, and just the knowledge that he has someone in his life that enjoys being intimate with him leaves Arthur completely awed.

· He’ll take any sort of kiss from you without complaint, but his favorite is when you’re holding him from behind, either in bed or in the bath, and press a gentle one to his back. It makes him feel loved and safe, which he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Ledger!Joker

· When J kisses you, he truly does steal your breath away. All his passion, obsession and need for you are conveyed effortlessly with the way he moves against your mouth and wraps his arms around your body in a protective manner.

· Although oftentimes rough and sensual, his kisses can also be very teasing and playful. He’ll kiss your hand in a romantic manner just to see you blush and shake your head, or leave little hickeys down neck that he likes to kiss again later. He’s also not opposed to licking you, so watch out for that.

· He’ll never admit it, but he loves it when you lean up to kiss his cheek. It’s such a sweet and gentle action, something he’s not accustomed to whatsoever, and it leaves him feeling very warm and protective inside. Especially when your lips brush against his scars- knowing you love them and want to show them affection makes J want to kill for you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Phoenix!Joker

·Arthur loves being there for children, especially the less fortunate ones. Despite how crazy and ruthless Joker can be, he would never even dream of laying a hand on a child.

· There are times when he remembers the joy that his old persona “Carnival” could bring to the sad young faces of all those kids, and it’s enough to make him grimace and reminisce on what he lost.

· He’d never expect to start a family with you while he’s out being criminal menace as a full time job, but there are times where he allows his imagination to run wild, picturing a world with a better life for the both of you, his children playing in the garden while you grow old together.

Ledger!Joker

· J... J is a bully. He doesn’t have the patience whatsoever to deal with children at all, and overall just finds their incessant questions mind-numbing. They’re not even good questions- questions that provoke a philosophical debate or reconsideration of our purpose in the universe for example- just dumb ones that can be googled in a second. Why is the sky blue? Give him a break.

· Now, He wouldn’t go out of his way to single out a child and brutally kill them- he wants his victims to fully understand their doom, and kids don’t have that level of comprehension yet- but if one of those smug little shits happened to be carrying around a balloon, ho ho! It’s getting popped on sight. You know that saying “steeling lollipops from babies?” Yeah, that’s J.

· May not be a big fan of kids, but if you ever need a top quality dead baby joke, he’s your guy!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Phoenix!Joker

· Having had so many jobs in his life, Arthur has adapted to waking up in the early morning with ease.

· If he has to go somewhere, he’ll quietly tiptoe around the apartment as he gets ready, careful not wake you up as he gets dressed in his red suit and applies his makeup. He’ll place a gentle kiss to your temple just before he has to leave, staring adoringly at your peaceful face for a few minutes.

· If he has nothing planned, Arthur will just lay in bed until you wake up naturally, enjoying the feeling on your arm body pressed against him.

Ledger!Joker

· J is a drama queen. Being mostly nocturnal, J doesn’t even get out of his REM sleep cycle until like 3 pm at the earliest.

· On those days where he gets woken up at, god forbid, 9 am, he’ll be so groggy and grumpy that not even coffee can save him.

· Alarm wakes him up? That’s now enemy number one. Someone outside being loud? If he had the energy, they’d be dead. And don’t think you’re getting out of bed without him either. He’ll pull you back and wrap all his limbs around you like a snake, snuggling into you so you can’t leave.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Phoenix!Joker

· Arthur only really gets angry when someone attacks him or tries to make him feel worthless. As Joker, he’s definitely gained quite a bit of confidence, and will start a fight with strangers for the smallest of reasons, but they rarely actually make him angry.

· His patience in general is actually quite remarkable. Most of his schemes and plots take quite a while to plan out, and although he does rely on luck here and there, he puts in quite a few hours at a time to flesh out the details.

· He’ll wait as long as he needs to get what he wants. For example, it’s not like he shy’s away from stalking people, and that takes quite a bit of resilience and patience.

Ledger!Joker

· J is... an emotional man. An open book. He almost never gets angry at you- unless you do something stupid like put yourself in harms way- but everyone else? All it takes is very trivial inconveniences to get him riled up and ready to murder some poor soul on sight.

· He’ll be patient for a while if he needs to work on some elaborately villainous scheme, but after a few days of obsessing over the schematics he’ll start to get antsy and bored. He’s a man of action, who has the time for all this planning?

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Phoenix!Joker

· Arthur would do his very best to make dates and anniversaries special. Dinner from your favorite restaurant, long walks by the place you first met, movie nights under a warm fort with intermediate pillow fights; Arthur will always find something that will put a smile on your face.

· He may not have that much money to begin with, but after adapting into his joker persona, a little bit of petty theft is nothing too unacceptable. Especially since he can use the extra cash to treat his lover to the most lavish things.

Ledger!Joker

· J would absolutely spoil you. Unfortunately due to his “job”, he has to leave you for hours or even days at a time to do his business, and he knows you tend to feel lonely in those times. So for him, date night is about you. And he’ll be damned if you don’t get the best present, meal and clown in Gotham all to yourself.

· You want your favorite snack? He’ll get you a bucket-full.

· You want that new dress you saw at the mall, but can’t afford it? Neither can he! Join him for some late-night theft and he’ll grab the garment just for you.

· You want to spend the whole night tucked away in his arms as he cuddles you for hours? “Come to daddy~”

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Phoenix!Joker

· Arthur sometimes forgets to eat, a habit that scares you. You don’t mean to nag, but you just can’t help it when you see how thin and weak Arthur becomes after barely eating anything.

· You know he doesn’t do it on purpose, and you never hold it against him, but it does scare you when you see how weak and exhausted he gets. You make sure to always fill the cabinets with snacks and get him to eat dinner whenever he’s home, but who knows if he eats while he’s out causing panic in Gotham.

· The smoking is also a bit of an issue, but you’d rather make sure your clown is well fed before you tackle this other issue.

Ledger!Joker

· J’s teeth can be... very much a turnoff sometimes. Stained to hell with a coffee addiction and lack of hygiene, it made kissing him an experience at first.

· He soon began trying to make himself more dapper and charming just for his little one (yes you) once his need for you grew, but sometimes he just forgets. He knew his hygiene wasn’t his best quality, and he often smelled like dried blood and gasoline, so he makes sure to take a shower when he can. Plus, he figured quite quickly that you like the smell of his cologne…

· You can’t be too mad though, not with a smile so bright and yellow it matches the sun!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Phoenix!Joker

· For Arthur, yes. When you finally admitted your feelings for him, he knew you were the first and last person who will ever give his life meaning. He would rip out his lungs if you asked- just if it meant seeing you another day.

· Leaving him would break his soul and put him in such a dark, black space that not even Joker’s red suit would have color there.

· It’s not the healthiest, and he doesn’t want to scare you away, but his obsession and need for you will never die down. He loves you, and you really do make him whole.

Ledger!Joker

· For J, his feelings aren’t that far off from Arthur’s. As his obsession with you grows, so does his adoration and glee. Everyday he finds new quirks and traits of yours that he likes, and everyday he begins to expect them, to crave them, to need them.

· He’ll find out what you like to do, what your favorite things are, what makes you truly and utterly happy, and he’ll store them in his memory to spoil you later.

· J’s love is absolutely obsessive and possessive, like a child with a doll he refuses to share even for a second, but that’s all he knows. He’ll never hurt you or lay his hands on you, but his love is nothing short of mad.

· Leaving him is not an option. Ever. He’ll do anything to ensure that you stay right in his line of sight, and putting you in a pretty glass cage is not beyond him. You make him happy, and whole- you complete him- so why would he ever throw that away?

#joker x reader #joker headcannons #ledger joker #Arthur fleck x reader #ledger joker x reader #TDK joker #my writing

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//just one bite. sakusa kiyoomi//

Warnings: Blood/Mild Gore. Some swearing

Word Count: 2.2K

Notes: My google search history is W I L D after this, but @nekxrizawa needed some Vamp!Sakusa, so here you go, bby ;-;

(Vampire!Sakusa x Human!Reader)

“I’ll only be gone an hour. Go on to sleep, love,” he had whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair from your face. It was late, the only light coming from the soft flickering of the candles and the rays of the moon illuminating his face. The soft gleam of white fangs as lips were eased up into a small smile. You were only left to watch as his coat was pulled on and a long scarf was wrapped around his neck to help disguise him from the townsfolk. A quiet thud of a door closing is the only indication that he had wandered out into the night, a small “please be careful” escaping behind him.

Glass shattering in the main room of your small home yanks you from sleep's embrace. There are soft grunts as a chair is scraped across the floor. You gently move the blankets off your body and tiptoe towards the bedroom door. Your fingers tighten around the nearest blunt object: an unlit candlestick. Excellent weapon choice, Y/N.

The door is eased open just enough to get a good view of the cause of the ruckus. The candle is dropped and you throw the door open. Socked feet drumming against the floor with each hurried step towards the man at the table. “Sakusa, what happened?” You fret, crouching down to be eye level with your husband.

He gives you a tired smile, fangs shrinking to blend back in with his human teeth. “I told you I’d be back in an hour.” Small trickles of the sticky red substance ran down the side of his face, dripping onto the shoulder of his now torn coat. Sakusa winces a little as you move your hand up to move his hair away from his eye, fingertips brushing accidentally over a heavy bruise on his cheek. “I guess I need to find new hunting grounds,” he mutters, leaning back to the best of his ability in his worsened state.

“Again? You just found this one last month.”

“Clans already took it over,” he grunts, pushing his hand against his abdomen. It was dangerous to not have a clan to call your own, Sakusa was the perfect example. Constantly having to find new places far enough from the prying eyes of the townsfolk just to get your next meal, moving silently as to not alert your prey or the other vampires undoubtedly in the area. Good grounds were precious and unclaimed ones that weren’t an immediate death sentence were hard to come by nowadays. It seemed like every inch of forest around the town was taken by one of the few neighboring clans, but when you’re just alone? It’s damn near impossible to eat when you need to.

“Come on. You need to lay down and rest.” You reach out your arms to offer him an extra support system, willingly accepted by the injured man. He lets your arm slide around his waist as he attempts the slow hobble towards the bedroom, desperate to sleep this night away.

But, he couldn’t ignore it. The pangs of hunger that came and went. The smell of blood, even if it was his own, making his mouth water, his head spin at the delectable scent. It took everything in him not to raise his hand to his lips and lap the blood from his cut knuckles. It’d been days since his last proper meal and a small rabbit never lasted him long. What he would do for a small snack, anything to soothe him.

You laid him gently on the bed, leaving only briefly to get a wet rag. Sakusa’s fingers dug into the sheets as you used the towel to wipe away the blood from his face. His beautiful features contorted into a grimace of pain at the feeling of you attempting to gently scrub him clean. He didn’t even have to see himself to know that your increase in pressure meant that it had stained his cheeks. There’s a weak grab for your-

Wrist. The blue vein running up your arm, waving in front of his face. Teasing him. Testing his will. The all too familiar feeling of his fangs poking the inside of his lips returned, a small quiver in the corner of his mouth becoming evident. Just one bite. That’s all it would take. One little taste and then he’d be fine. He’d have enough energy to last him until the morning and then he might be able to see his friend at the butcher shop, see if they had anything fresh in, see if there was any blood. It wouldn’t even hurt. It’d feel like a bee sting. Hell, maybe if he waited until you had gone to sleep, you wouldn’t even notice. Your flesh just looked so soft in the low midnight light. He had always wondered, from his very first meeting with you, how good it would feel for his fangs to pierce that beautiful skin. How your blood would look staining his fangs, the crisp metallic taste still on his lips hours after. He finds himself leaning towards you, eyes trained on the vivid vain that contrasted so teasingly against your skin. Just one bite-

What am I doing? He shakes his head free of those thoughts. He promised you that he would stop drinking from humans and you were not about to be his first taste of human blood after years of upholding that deal. He pulled himself away from you quickly, the sudden pain in his side eliciting a gasp from him.

“What? What’s wrong?” You worry, eyes staring into his.

Sakusa just hums, waving off your concern. “Moved too fast.” His voice is barely above a whisper, rasping with every word. His head had begun to feel woozy. Between the fight in the forest and his slow, painful trek home, he had lost a lot of blood. Even just from moving from the main room to the bedroom, he had left a small smattering of blood droplets all over the floor. That was going to be a pain in the ass to scrub up tomorrow.

You continue dabbing at the cuts on his face. Every few moments, his breath catches in his throat, eyes shut tight to distract himself from the small sting. Your hand goes down to rest next to him on the bed in an attempt to better support yourself. The sheets are warm, Sakusa’s radiating body heat- You stop. Body heat?

Eyes scan down to your hand and the slowly growing stain of red blood on the white bedsheet. You can feel your heart beginning to thump thump thump rapidly in your chest, head clouding at the sight. Bringing your hand up to examine the bright color, fingers quivering. “Sa- Sakusa?” Your voice shakes just as much as the rest of your body. Your husband’s head is lolled weakly to the side, eyes glazed as the life is slowly drained from them. His chest rises with short little stutters as his breathing grows ragged. Yet, despite everything, there’s a sleepy smile on his lips.

“Sakusa! Come on, don’t do this. Stay with me, my love,” you whisper, carefully moving layers of clothing to reveal the deep gash on his side. “I need to go find the bandages. Do not go to sleep, do you understand?” You’re on your feet in a flurry, running to the kitchen, careful to avoid the blood trail. Rummaging through every cabinet to find the cloth bandages and a bottle of alcohol, anything to disinfect the wound. You were finally able to get a good look at the scene around you. Your brain had been fogged with worry, all focus on Sakusa and his health and you had failed to notice the sheer disastrous state that the house had been left in. Mugs that had been left on the table from your evening tea had been smashed to the floor upon your husband’s rough entrance. Bloody hand prints seemed to be plastered on every single surface. It looks like a crime scene in here.

Sitting back down next to Sakusa, you place your cloth, wet with alcohol, against his wound. The sting brings a low groan from him, body tensing at this new pain. “Please-” He whispers, weakly trying to move away so you’ll just stop. “I can’t-” Sakusa gasps as you place the rag back on his side. His mind, so taken over by the burning of the disinfectant doing its job, couldn’t even register the hot tears flowing over his cheeks. “Stop, please,” he begs, his voice barely audible.

“I know it hurts, sweetie, but, I promise, I’m only doing this to help you, okay? You’ll get better faster if you just keep pushing through this.” You lean over him, peppering his face with soft kisses. “You’re doing incredible. Just keep your eyes open, Sakusa.”

There’s more groans and hot tears of pain. More whimpers and desperate pleas. “No more-” “Please, I can’t-” “My love, st-” You had to stop. It hurt too much to see him in such a state: weak, broken, a sobbing, bleeding shell of the man you loved so much.

“I’m going to sit you up so I can bandage you up, okay?”

He nods weakly, letting you pull him into your arms. Sakusa’s head buried itself into the crook of your neck, letting you feel his soft shallow pants against your skin. So . . . hungry. He was so close to all the blood he needed. He could just sink his teeth in so easily. He could eat. Regain strength. He’d be able to heal his wounds if only he had just a little energy. One little taste wouldn’t hurt anything, right? You would understand, right?

You could feel his mouth open against your skin, smiling a little as you anticipated him to place short kisses over your shoulder while you worked. Involuntarily, you tilt your head to the side, giving him more space. The soft graze of teeth against your skin is almost sinful in this situation. “Sakusa, you’re making it hard to focus.”

He says nothing, teasing the point of his fangs more harshly on the spot he had chosen, the scent of your blood coursing through your veins most prominent here. He paused, waiting for you to push his head away, ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. But, you never did. You just continued wrapping bandages securely around him.

It was a blissful moment, really, when he finally broke through. His first taste of human blood in nearly five years. He forgot just how good humans tasted compared to animals. The sharp metallic carried an extra sensation. He was never able to describe it to you. He had never had anything human that even compared to the taste, but if only you knew just how delicious you tasted. Sakusa pulled his fangs out, eyeing the blood seeping from the two little marks. His tongue darts out before he can stop himself, licking up the stream that had started to creep down your neck. His mouth attaches over the wound, long, hungry drinks running down his throat.

You had long since stopped wrapping his wound. The sudden pinch on your neck had made you yelp, but Sakusa didn’t notice, too lost in the ecstasy of finally being able to eat. The blood that kept dripping down your neck was not lost to him, enjoying each and every single drop that was pushed up from the wound. With each swallow, he could feel his strength returning to him, the wounds beginning to close as his supernatural healing was finally able to kick it’s ass into gear with the newfound energy. His head had begun to clear, satisfaction coursing through him as his hunger passed. Sakusa pulled his lips away from-

His eyes shot open and you were convinced that he was going to fall off the bed at how fast he had scrambled away from you. Embarrassed, he wiped the excess from his chin and stared at you like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. What had he just done? You were going to scream at him. Tell him that he had mere minutes to get out of the house and away from you. He was a monster. He shouldn’t be anywhere near you.

You can imagine his surprise when he sees you just smile a little. “Did you get enough?” You ask, tilting your head just in case he found himself still hungry.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was doing! I was just- I was hungry and I- I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that!” He frets, trying to move away from you. Even in the low light, you could see the red flare up on his cheeks. Your hand reaches out to caress his face, feeling him try to hide his face in your grasp so you can’t see every ounce of embarrassment evident on his features.

“It’s okay, my love. One bite isn’t going to hurt me. I’m just glad that you’re okay.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu imagines #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #x reader #imagines #haikyuu x reader #vampire au #au #vampire #google definitely thinks im a vampire now

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