#sigh I love them and this healed me a bit after a long couple weeks | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

miasmaghoul · 6 months

Note

miasma what r ur swiss tummy thoughts 🎤

syringe how DARE u make me consider the swummy when i have SO MANY KINKTOBER PROMPTS LEFT >:(

sigh.

anyway. i think swiss gains a little weight between tours and as such two ghouls in particular are even more obsessed with him than usual.

(contains: body worship, marking, tit sucking, some light scent kink, sloppy kissing, drool, teasing, and swiss being the desperate one for a change. at least a little)

His rusty purr echoes off his bedroom walls, his fingers drag through two heads of soft hair, and Swiss thinks this is as close to bliss as a guy can get.

Aeon had slithered up to Swiss' side right after lunch and hooked their elbows together, wrangling him back to the dorms with warm lips pressed to Swiss' ear. He hadn't complained; there were a few empty hours to spare until evening practice, he could allow their new addition to distract him for a bit.

Finding Dew waiting for them in the center of his bed, joint already lit, had been a surprise of the loveliest variety.

Swiss doesn't know how long it's been since they finished it off, but it's been long enough for Dew and Aeon to get wonderfully handsy. They'd fallen back against the headboard on Dew's last exhale, the little ghoul pinned to Swiss' right side and Aeon attached to his left. Heavy arms slung around their shoulders while Dew nuzzled his chest and Aeon shoved his nose into Swiss' throat.

This isn't the first time they've captured him like this over the past couple of weeks, and Swiss is sure it won't be the last. There are still nine days until the next tour picks up, and at this point it's harder to keep them off of him than on him.

It always starts with them touching over his shirt, long fingers dimpling the places where the fabric has gone taut. Drawn tighter after months of indulging in food, drink, and abject laziness when permitted. It happens to all of them, a few pounds added when they aren't able to sweating it off on stage. Even Dew has the most delightful little belly roll and love handles now, along with a bit more touchable puffiness in his chest. It'll all burn off once things pick up again, so none of the ghouls find themselves bothered when they all go a little soft(er) around the edges.

Least of all Swiss. He owns the tightest shirts for a reason.

Not that his shirts last very long when they do this. This afternoon was no different, Swiss' tee tossed to the floor the moment Aeon started to drool onto it. Their hands were on him immediately then; Dew grabbed a handful of his now-softer chest while he buried his face in Swiss' armpit, and Aeon had been quick to to sink his fingers into his stomach while he latched on to Swiss' collarbone. Both of then making the happiest little trilling sounds at the feel of his pudge giving beneath their skilled hands, sounds that made Swiss feel just a little higher.

Now, a truly unknown amount of time later, they've both migrated south. Dew's still pressed close, a skinny leg wrapped around Swiss' knee. He can feel the little ghoul's warmth through both of their pants, and there's sure to be a wet spot in Dew's jeans whenever he chooses to shred them. Dew's mouth is warmer, though, busy sucking the latest of many marks just below his navel. They overlap with the last round of still-healing bruises spotting Swiss' torso, a purpled mosaic of adoration.

Swiss sighs, rakes his claws over the little ghoul's scalp, and Dew looks up at him with the glassiest eyes. His lips swollen, flushed from so long spent worshipping every inch of Swiss he could reach. Spit slick as Swiss' own skin.

"Your eyes are red," he purrs, grinning with barely-open eyes. He cups Dew's cheek, no longer quite so hollow, and drags his thumb over his lower lip. "Almost as red as this pretty mouth."

Those lovely lips curl into the laziest smile when Swiss slips his thumb between them. The little ghoul gives it a lazy suck that has Swiss groaning, throbbing in his too-tight jeans. A pulse so intense that he's sure Aeon must feel it too, and the little whimper that floats up from his chest only confirms his suspicions.

Aeon's been straddling his other leg for a while now, making an absolute mess of his bare chest. Mouthing at his tits wet and sloppy, saliva catching in his thatch of chest hair with every pass of his tongue. Aeon's paid special attention to his nipples too, of course. Gotten them all puffed up and so dark with sharp but gentle teeth. He has one hand stuck up Dew's shirt, the other firmly planted on the side of Swiss' belly that Dew can't quite reach. Kneading away with abandon and entirely lost in his own little world.

Swiss drags his claws down the curved length of Aeon's spine, and the sound he makes has Swiss' eyelids drooping even further.

The other ghoul's lithe body is bent in a way that has his thigh slotted right up against Swiss' bulge. Not with enough pressure for him to get anything out of it, but it means they're close enough that Swiss can feel Aeon twitch against his hip too. Aeon gasps against his skin when Swiss grabs a handful of his ass, but flat out growls when he encourages Aeon to rut against him. Swiss chuckles, raises an eyebrow.

"Wazzat for, kitten?" He's can't keep the humor from his voice, impossible when Aeon sounds about as threatening as your average bowl of oatmeal. "Y'think I can look and not wanna touch?"

Swiss flexes his thigh, pushes it up into Aeon's obvious arousal, and earns a much more appropriate whine for his trouble. Aeon looks up at him, mouth hanging open, cheeks darkened and eyes barely focused. There's a string of saliva connecting his plush power lip with Swiss' nipple, and Swiss would break it with his tongue if he could reach.

"Didn't say that," Aeon slurs, pushing himself upright and pulling his hand from Dew's warm little tummy. The smaller ghoul makes a displeased sound around Swiss' thumb, but it's quashed quickly when Aeon scratches at the space between his horns. "Jus' not in a rush, is all. You're not gonna squishy forever. Wanna enjoy it."

Swiss tips his head and watches him for a long moment. Watches Aeon stretch both arms over his head, exposing a delicious stripe of his own flat stomach. He and Aurora haven't been around long enough to be affected by The Gluttony, but Swiss knows it'll happen soon enough. A few months touring and they'll come back with all sorts of new, voracious appetites in dire need of sating.

Swiss can't fucking wait.

He hisses when fangs sink into his thumb, pulling it from Dew's mouth with a soft pop. He frowns down at the little ghoul, but can't keep up the scowl for long. Not when Dew's scooting down to nose at his happy trail.

"You went away," he admonishes, kissing the button of Swiss' jeans. Chin hovering over straining denim. Dew's heavy eyes flash with something playful. "Jus' 'cause we're takin' our time," he murmurs, grinding slow against Swiss' leg, "doesn't mean you get t' think about other shit."

Swiss huffs through his nose, but offers a slightly sheepish smile. He reaches down, traces the shell of Dew's pointed ear with one fingers. The little ghoul chirrups, leans into the touch, and Swiss' other hand lands on Aeon's thigh. Strokes lean muscle, wishing it was skin beneath his palm. But hey, if they're in no rush then neither is he.

"Sorry Sparky, jus' got distracted for a second," he says with a wink. "'M all yours, I promise."

A bony hand sinks into his curls, and Swiss finds his gaze being redirected. Finds Aeon looking down at him with his head tilted, black and white waves falling over his forehead. There's something fascinating in his swirling lavender eyes, something Swiss knows he should recognize, but can't quite place. Something so similar to the brazen need in Dew's eyes, yet entirely different.

"Ours," Aeon corrects, voice firm. "You're ours."

Oh, that's what it is.

Possession.

Swiss' tongue feels suddenly too thick, too cumbersome. Impossible to form an intelligent response when his mouth is so dry. When had it gotten so dry? He has no idea. Still, he tries. Manages to make a dull gurgling sound while he soaks a stain into his boxers. Fuck he's so hard.

Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the darkness in Aeon's eyes vanishes. He's loose once more, hazy, rolling his hips just enough for Swiss to feel the swollen ridge of his cock against his thigh. Then he's leaning down, and Swiss finds himself being kissed with the sort of slowness usually reserved for third dates and drive-in movies. Deep and with what most would consider too much tongue, but they both know that's just how Swiss likes it.

Warm hands squeeze his stomach, and Swiss manages to crack one eye open. Angles his head so he can peer down at Dew. Swiss smiles into the kiss at the sight of him, wide-eyed with his lips caught between his fangs. Groping his stomach like it's his job and not so subtly humping Swiss' leg while he devours the sight before him. A delicious sight, one made all the better when he sees Dew's hand creep up his thigh. Over his hip.

Swiss groans deep and pained when Dew finally, blessedly, cups the dull ache between his legs. Molds his fingers to the obvious swell of Swiss' cock and gives it a nice little rub. It's hardly anything, but it sends his head spinning anyway.

Or maybe that's Aeon stealing the air from his lungs. Hard to say.

Either way, Swiss is beyond dizzy when Aeon chooses to relent. Gulps for breath, licks his lips to drink down every sweet drop of saliva coating them. Aeon huffs out a soft laugh, rubbing their noses together and bumping horns.

Aeon licks a stripe up his cheek, Swiss moans, and Dew purrs when his cock kicks hard.

"Gonna let us play again now?"

Swiss is pretty sure he'd give up nuclear launch codes if it meant they would keep touching him like this. The fervent nod he offers Aeon only supports that.

"S'much as you want, baby," he sighs, hands roving restlessly over Aeon's shirt. Swiss' eyewhen Dew pops his button and starts to tug down his zipper. "Fuck, much as you both want."

Aeon kisses his temple, hums against thin skin, and then he's slinking his way down Swiss' body. Dragging his hands from Swiss' broad shoulders, over his pecs, down his tummy. Poking and prodding at his softest spots with the worst kind of smile on his face. He joins Dew in short order, bumps their horns together, and then they're kissing each other all slow and gross and unholy fuck does Swiss ache.

Aeon's hand joins Dew's at his zipper, both of their free hands occupied with massaging his stomach. Dew's the one to reach into his boxers once the last tooth separates, and Swiss doesn't even try to hide his groan of relief when the little ghoul pulls him out at last.

"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes, pure relief and red-hot tension threaded into the word in equal measure. It feels like he could cum in half a second, and yet somehow like his orgasm is a million miles away at the same time. A confusing ball of tangled need stuck low in his pelvis.

Then Aeon reaches in to cup his balls, and Swiss sees pretty purple spots.

"Heavy," Aeon coos, palming his sack and breaking the kiss just to flash Swiss a little fang. Dew takes it upon himself to nuzzle the base of his cock, to breathe in deep, and Swiss swears he feels the little ghoul get even wetter.

"Full," he rumbles, reaching out to rest a hand on the backs of each of their necks. Just to hold, a little something to keep him grounded. "Gonna empty 'em for me?"

Both ghouls snicker - never a good sign - and Dew lets his cock slide from his loose grip. Lets it fall against Swiss' pudge with a slap that's much louder than it should be, all things considered. Swiss shivers when he watches it spit fluid into his belly hair, and shudders when the pair of them dip down to lick up every drop. His dick jumps, hits Dew's cheek, and Aeon licks that spot up too.

Then they're kissing again, swapping spit that must carry the salty tang of his pre, and Swiss can only think of one thing.

"Will you...kiss it?" He swallows hard, warmth blooming through his pelvis when they part. When they gaze at him with lazy deviance. "Together?"

The noisy purrs Swiss gets in response make his toes curl.

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss/aeon/dew #swiss x aeon x dew #ALL HAIL THE SWUMMY #not reading before posting so if you see mistakes #no you dont #enjoy syringe u heathen

291 notes · View notes

dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

Text

Enamored [32] - Amazement

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Patience comes with a prize.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules.

Word Count: 5100

Series Masterlist

In all honesty, being called “picky” was not ideal when it was about an unmarried lady in London society, and if it were a couple of months ago you were certain you would lock yourself in your room and cry upon being accused of such but now?

Now you could hardly care about that.

Perhaps it was because you were already in love. You already knew who you wanted to marry and you knew no one but him could ever make you happy in matrimony. In fact, you knew now for certain that it was either going to be him or no one so the opinion of anyone else barely mattered.

But of course, the rest of the ton didn’t share the sentiment.

“You know, considering what a busy week this has been,” you murmured without peeling your eyes off the gossip column, “You’d think what happened at the ball wouldn’t be talked about this much.”

“I mean you did turn down three marriage proposals in person,” Cecily grinned. “Scandal.”

“Shh!” you motioned at her to lower her voice. “They only know about two of them though.”

Cecily waved a hand in the air. “You know how they are. Two is still too many for the ton.”

You heaved a sigh and lowered the paper.

“Unbelievable.”

“I have about an hour of free time, and I refuse to spend it indoors, come on,” Cecily pulled you by the arm and you got on your feet. “We’re going to the back yard.”

“Don’t tell me you have finished the invitations for the ball already,” you said, walking out of the main drawing room with her and she nodded.

“I have.”

“Cece, I thought I was going to help with that?”

“You’re already helping me with everything else, I only had a dozen left after yesterday,” she said and you hummed.

“I was going to ask you,” you said. “Why is the blue drawing room locked?”

She stole a look at you before averting her gaze. “Hm?”

“Why is the blue drawing room locked?” you repeated and she cleared her throat.

“For the um… personal reasons.”

“What personal reasons?”

She cleared her throat but before she could say anything else, you got distracted by the half open door of the Duke’s study.

“Cece, you go ahead, I’ll be right there,” you said and Cecily nodded, then walked away. You pushed the door gently to see the Duke there by his desk, reading some documents and you pulled your brows together.

“Your Grace?”

His head shot up and he pressed a hand on his chest.

“Y/N,” he said, rolling his shoulders back. “Didn’t hear you.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be here?” you said. “I was in the room when Aunt Lavinia said no work for at least another week.”

He thought for a moment.

“If Lav ever gets tired of being a countess, she’d do wonders as a prison guard.”

You bit down a smile, shifting your weight and he motioned at you to take a seat across from his desk. You did as he asked and cleared your throat, looking around the room.

Something had changed after that conversation he had with you and Elias. You still had so many questions, and you weren’t sure you would ever understand everything between him and your mother, or forgive him for that divorce. You knew he had been manipulated by his best friend over a long period of time and he had tried to pull back the divorce request, but…

It was obvious you would need to talk to him about it when the time came, when he was fully healed.

“Even the doctor said you should pace yourself,” you reminded him. “I believe the words he used were ‘taking a break’.”

“I have taken a long break,” he said. “I’ve done nothing but resting for over two weeks now.”

“I don’t think two weeks counts as a long break after a near death experience.”

He waved a hand in the air. “It was a small incident,” he said. “And I’m well enough to be dragged to Vauxhall Gardens tonight, so…”

“Everyone says it will be very entertaining,” you said. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“You’ll like it I think,” he said. “Now, before those vultures start circling us tonight, what happened in the past week I should know about?”

You thought for a moment.

“Well, it was a very busy week,” you said. “I’m sure you’ve heard, I’ve been called picky.”

He rolled his eyes. “Considering the idiots in the ton that are trying to court you, there’s nothing wrong with being picky,” he commented. “Perhaps it’ll discourage some of them.”

“I think it might, but I’m not sure. Lady Whistledown questioned whether I was picky or too…focused on a certain suitor,” you said. “But Lucie heard from a valet that a lord said if I kept going like this, I was going to come across as—” You pulled your brows together, trying to remember. “Um, intimidating. Apparently one of his friends was going to propose but he said I struck fear in his heart purely because I already turned down two suitors.”

The Duke let out a chuckle. “Great, keep doing that.”

“What else… Oh, Miriam got married,” you said. “She’s on her honeymoon now, by the countryside.”

“My condolences to both her and her husband.”

You bit inside your cheek to keep yourself from laughing. “And everyone is already talking about Cecily’s upcoming ball.”

“The masquerade?”

You nodded. “Well, not that any of them know it’s a masquerade yet, but they will get the invitations soon. Cecily just finished them.”

“Lavinia says the theme is Legends?”

You nodded again. “I already planned everyone’s costumes, including yours.”

He blinked a couple of times. “What?”

“Yeah!” you said. “You’ll be Zeus. I ordered your lightning bolt, which will also serve as a cane if you need it but it’ll be a part of your costume so no one will know.”

“I’m attending that ball?”

“It will happen here,” you said. “In the ballroom.”

He ran a hand over his face. “I know but I was hoping I could just not attend.”

“You can’t do that,” you insisted. “It’s Cece’s first ball as a marchioness, we have to be there as a family to support her.”

He raised his brows, as if he was surprised at the fact that you had referred to him as family, but he wasn’t the only one. You paused for a moment and shifted your weight, looking around the room.

“Alright,” he said after a beat. “Zeus you say?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t need a cane though.”

“It’ll be a decorative prop that happens to have a functional addition.”

“No to the cane.”

You leaned back in your seat.

“In all honesty, the cane could also be useful for me. I could swing it at any suitor who might have the audacity to propose to me in person,” you deadpanned. “To strike further fear, so to speak.”

“Do you promise?”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“Do you promise you’ll do that if anyone proposes to you in person?”

“I’ll consider it,” you said. “I don’t want to cause a scandal and make something that’s supposed to be about Cece and Elias all about me once again.”

He waved a hand in the air dismissively. “It was your suitors’ fault, not yours.”

“Either way.”

“Before we go to Vauxhall,” he said. “I wanted to ask you. We will be having supper there with the Bridgertons, that’s what we always do before attending the shows. Are you alright with that?”

You pressed your lips together. “Hm? Yes of course. Why would I not be?”

He shot you a look, making you shift your weight.

“Oh Anth—Lord Bridgerton and I are friends now.”

He pulled his brows together, an expression of complete distrust etched on his features.

“You’re friends now,” he repeated and you nodded fervently.

“Well yes, because I told him–” you were cut off when you heard Cecily’s giggles echoing through the walls along with Elias’s laughter and you huffed out.

“Great, Elias is back,” you sulked. “Goodbye to my time with Cece I suppose.”

“Leave them be Y/N, they’re newly married.”

“I wasn’t aware newly married people enjoyed staying in their bedroom that much,” you grumbled, making him avert his eyes, clearing his throat as if he wanted to be done with the conversation now. “But yes, I am completely alright with having supper with the Bridgerton family.”

“Great,” he said and you stood up from your seat as the footsteps climbing the stairs reached your ears before someone –probably Elias— shut the door upstairs. You shook your head slightly and turned to him.

“I won’t tell Aunt Lavinia,” you said with a slight smile and he grinned, making you realize for the first time that he and Elias shared the same joyful grin.

“Much obliged.”

“…If you promise to stop in half an hour and go rest.”

“Two hours.”

“An hour.”

“An hour and a half.”

“An hour.”

He heaved a sigh. “Fine, an hour,” he said, holding up his hands, gesturing surrender and you let out a small laugh, then walked to the door.

“I will check in an hour,” you called out and walked out of the study, then made your way to the backyard.

Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens looked like a completely different world. They were sites for so many different types of outdoor entertainment, from firework shows to a man-made cascade, hot-air balloon ascents to illuminations, orchestra to different places to promenade, you could hardly contain your excitement.

There were so many things you wanted to see, but apparently you were to have supper first with Bridgertons, Cecily’s family and yours. Elias and Cecily seemed to be in their own world and Aunt Lavinia and The Duke were having a deep discussion while they walked, and you followed them with the rest of the family.

“I’m thinking of going as Artemis,” Edith, Cecily’s oldest sister told you. “She never married, so I gather she fits perfectly.”

“That’s a good idea,” you said before turning to her other sister. “How about you Abigail?”

“I will be Echo,” she said. “I already picked my gown, it’s made of gray silk, different shades of it.”

You pressed your hand on your chest, “Oh God, I wish to see it already!” you said. “And any Narcissus in mind?”

“Well, ever since Cece became a marchioness, the number of my suitors went up,” she said with a bright smile. “And I do have someone in mind but…”

“Who?”

“I shall say nothing until he sends me flowers,” she said, making you laugh and Hugh turned his head, distracted from his conversation with Kenneth and Iona.

“And you?” you asked Hugh. “Who will you be?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

“Mine is a surprise.”

“Oh come on…”

“Maybe a nymph?” Kenneth offered and you made a face.

“Dear God no,” you said. “No nymph, thank you.”

“Venus?” Iona asked and you shook your head.

“Cece is going as Venus—well, Aphrodite,” you said as you all reached the box. The Bridgertons were already there and your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met Anthony’s, then you hugged Eloise.

“Hello!” you said. “Have we kept you waiting?”

“No no, we just sat down,” she said. “We were a bit late, waiting for Daphne and Simon but apparently they can’t join us tonight.”

You frowned. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah it’s just…pregnancy makes her tired,” Eloise made a face. “It’s beyond me why she keeps doing that.”

You greeted the rest of the Bridgertons and took your seat. Eloise took a step to pull the seat next to yours but Anthony was faster as he grabbed the upper side of the chair, then nodded at Eloise.

“The seat over there is empty.”

“Good to know, my seat is right here.”

“Go sit next to Benedict.”

“You go sit next to Benedict.”

“Eloise,” Benedict called out and Eloise rolled her eyes.

“Unbelievable…” she grumbled and made her way to take the seat beside Benedict’s. You pursed your lips, trying to control your smile.

“Good evening,” you said as he sat down next to you and he smiled at you.

“Hello,” he greeted you warmly. “I’m glad you joined us.”

“I would never miss it,” you said and reached out to take the small card on the table that seemed to be the map of the gardens, then looked around. “Benedict, do you have a pencil?”

“Sure,” he said and took a pencil from the inner pocket of his waistcoat before handing it to you. Anthony tilted his head.

“What are you doing?” he asked as the food started being served, but you were too busy with the map to even pay attention.

“I’m picking the things I want to see the most tonight,” you said. “So that I don’t miss anything—what is this place?” you pointed at the map and Anthony leaned in to look at it better. His pleasant scent filled your nostrils, making your heart beat even faster but you swallowed thickly, trying your hardest to control yourself.

“That’s Lovers Walk.”

“Alright, so I want to see that,” you circled it, making him smile. “And this?”

“The Orchestra, but they play all night long, no rush for that.”

You hummed. “And this?”

“Oh that’s…no,” he said. “No, that’s Dark Walk.”

“Which means?”

“Which means you can’t go there.”

You pulled your brows together. “But you’ve been there?”

“….Uh, yeah. A couple of times.”

“So then why can’t I see it?”

He looked almost uncomfortable, then cleared his throat.

“It’s an unlit path,” he said. “All kinds of things happen there, it’d be too dangerous for you.”

Your frown deepened before you held your breath. “Oh like pickpockets and such?”

His smile was soft as he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Exactly,” he said. “Pickpockets and such.”

“Oh, then that’s a no,” you muttered, crossing it out but then got distracted when you heard Cecily say your name.

“Hm?”

“I was just talking about Miriam calling you picky,” she said and you rolled your eyes, putting down the pencil.

“Did anyone go to her engagement ball?”

“No,”

“We didn’t,” Benedict motioned at himself and his brothers and Hugh nodded.

“We didn’t either.”

“Whistledown says she will throw a huge ball in her new house when she comes back from her honeymoon,” Eloise said and Cecily frowned.

“I heard it was going to be in their country house,” she said. “In any case, I think I ought to send her a wedding gift.”

“No you shouldn’t!” you and Eloise said at the same time and Cecily heaved a sigh.

“We have to.”

“I mean, do we though?” Elias asked, making her nod her head.

“People will talk otherwise.”

“What are we supposed to gift her anyway?”

Anthony stole a look at you and shrugged his shoulders. “A carpet?”

A laughter you couldn’t stop escaped from your lips and you covered your mouth, making him smirk.

“A carpet sounds like a good idea,” you said, trying to control your expression and Eloise made a face.

“She was going on and on about that country house,” she said. “I’m pretty sure people will go to that ball just to see it, not for her or her husband.”

“What did she say about the house?”

“Apparently it has a huge lake and her husband’s family likes to go on boats on that lake during summer,” Eloise said. “Maybe she will fall into the lake and die during the ball along with her insufferable husband.”

“Eloise!”

“What? It’s a lake Cece, a lot of couples die in lakes.”

You swirled the drink in your glass, sneaking a quick look at Anthony.

“Drowning for love,” you commented. “I cannot think of a more noble way to die.”

Anthony let out a chuckle and pursed his lips, trying to pull himself together.

“Alright, what’s happening?” Elias motioned at you and Anthony cleared his throat.

“Inside joke.”

“You two have inside jokes now?” he asked but before you or Anthony could answer, a lord approached the table.

“Marquess Westcliff, I was wondering if I could have a word?”

Elias shut his eyes for a moment before opening them again, and he let out an exasperated breath.

“No peace even when I’m eating…” he grumbled. “Hello Lord Colborne. Are you sure you want to have a word with me? My father is sitting right there, perhaps you’d like to talk to him?”

The man turned to look at the Duke who was glaring at him as if daring him to come closer before he shook his head.

“No Lord Westcliff, I think it’s better if I talked to you.”

“Wonderful,” Elias rolled his eyes and pushed his chair back. “Excuse me.”

“Another suitor?” Colin asked and you shrugged your shoulders, watching Elias walk away with Lord Colborne.

“Who is he?”

“Colborne?” Anthony said, “You wouldn’t get along well.”

“Aw he looked like a scared puppy,” Eloise grinned. “Maybe you should give him a chance, Y/N.”

“Eloise.” Anthony said and her grin got wider while you turned your attention to the map, turning the pencil between your fingers.

“Anthony, this?”

“Oh that’s the cascade,” he said. “But it’s about to be over for the night.”

Your head shot up. “What?”

“It’s a ten minute show and the last one started…” he checked his pocket watch. “Just now, so I don’t think—”

“Wait no, I don’t want to miss the cascade!” you exclaimed and looked around. “Who can—Cece! Are you eating? You’re not eating.”

“No, I don’t have an appetite.”

“Great!” you pushed your chair back. “I want to see the cascade!”

“Wait, now?”

“It’s the last one for the night!” you insisted. “Elias will come back God knows when, come on!”

Cecily pushed her chair back. “We can catch it if we run there I think.”

“Anyone wants to come with? Eloise?”

“I’ve seen that thing for a thousand times.”

“Edith? Abigail?”

“Not really, you two can go.”

“I’ll pass, I’ve seen it many times as well.”

“Iona?”

“Um no thank you, I’m here for the fireworks not the cascade.”

“Alright, we’ll be back when it’s over!” you said as you grabbed Cecily’s hand, and both of you started running to the cascade, giggling.

When you finally got there, you were both breathing fast, the excitement rushing through you. The sight of the artificial waterfall was so striking that you couldn’t help but stare at just how real it looked, and the rest of the crowd seemed to share your sentiment. There were many people watching the cascade, some whispering with each other and some just enjoying the scenery by themselves.

“It’s so beautiful,” you told Cecily after a couple of minutes and she nodded.

“I like it a lot,” she said. “It looks real.”

“It does!”

“Edith told me all about it after seeing it once,” she said. “The mechanical device that creates the illusion of actual water.”

You hugged her sideways. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Are you joking? I wouldn’t miss anything that’ll make you happy for the world.”

You giggled and pressed a kiss on her cheek, then turned to watch the cascade.

“Do you think Edith would tell me as well if I asked her?”

“Oh certainly. She likes talking about interesting machinery.”

You tilted your head as the cascade show came to an end and the dark curtain was lowered to hide the stage from the public eye, and you turned to Cecily.

“Do we go back right away?”

“We could but I’m not that hungry. Are you?”

“Not really—” you started but you were instantly distracted when you saw Anthony approaching you two. He looked so handsome as always, and under the dim lights surrounding you, he almost took your breath away.

“You missed the cascade,” you told him and he put his hand into his pockets, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I just came to see whether you two made it safely.”

“It was so beautiful!” you said. “I’m glad I didn’t miss it.”

“Is Elias around?” Cecily asked and he shook his head.

“Still talking to Colborne.”

Cecily looked between you two, then bit down a smile.

“We don’t want to go back just yet but… Y/N, do you want to see the Spring Garden? We’re very close and I don’t think we’ll come this way after dinner. Firework shows and acrobats are that way.”

“Sure!”

“Anthony?”

“Of course,” Anthony said and Cecily linked her arm with yours, then you all started walking.

Cecily was right, apparently you were very close. The Spring Garden was divided into parts, each part like a room made of very tall bushes surrounding you, with flowers in the center. You approached to the flowers to see them better, and Cecily shot Anthony a look before turning to you.

“Do you mind if I went to look for the flowers outside?” she asked. “I will be just by the entrance.”

Ah.

She was going to leave you alone and be on the lookout for anyone who might see you.

You could feel your heartbeat getting faster, then shook your head.

“Of course not,” you said. “Go ahead.”

“Great,” she said and walked away from you, leaving you there in the small garden. You could barely hear the music and chatter of the crowd from the excitement pulsing through you but you managed to keep your attention on the flowers, reaching out to brush your fingertips over the smooth petals.

“So what will you be then?” Anthony’s voice reached you and you pulled your hand back, then turned to smile at him.

“Hm?”

“For the masquerade.”

You hummed and clasped your hands behind, wandering in the garden with your nose up in the air.

“What makes you think I’ve decided on a costume already?”

He tilted his head, giving you a teasing smirk.

“Maybe because I know you?” he played along. “You’ve probably decided on yours before anyone else’s.”

You shrugged your shoulders in a completely innocent manner.

“I planned Cece and Elias’s first,” you said. “But if you need any help with yours, I could help.”

“You could help by telling me yours.”

“Or maybe you could guess?” you taunted him and he hummed.

“A nymph?”

You scrunched up your nose. “I don’t want to give Mr. Sinclair any reason to write me yet another poem.”

His gaze on you was unwavering, sending a pleasant spark through your system.

“A siren.”

You bit down on your lip, then shook your head.

“No. I did consider it though.”

“Psyche then. Must be Psyche.”

You grinned and shook your head again, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet in excitement.

“No to that also?” he asked, making your grin wider. “Well, I was going to say Aphrodite, but Elias said—”

“Cece will be Aphrodite,” you cut him off in a proud manner. “It was my idea.”

“And your costume?”

“Someone more…” you trailed off. “Intimidating than Psyche.”

“Intimidating?”

“Yes,” you said. “Why do you want to know?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Because I want to match it.”

Then made your head shot up, your teasing grin fading from your lips as you pulled your brows together, trying to make sense of it.

“Well you—you can’t though,” you managed to say. “The whole ton would think we’re courting if we matched.”

A small smile curled his lips and he nodded.

“Good,” he said. “About time people knew of my intentions, wouldn’t you say?”

You blinked a couple of times, disbelief making your brain almost fuzzy as you stood there completely frozen.

“Your intentions of?” you said, your heart beating in your ears and he swallowed thickly, taking a step towards you.

“Y/N, I—” he paused for a moment. “You were right earlier. I didn’t do any of the things I was supposed to do.”

“Anthony…”

“But I would like to do things right this time,” he said, “The way I should have done from the beginning. If you would allow me and if you…”

He swallowed thickly as if he was nervous, then reached into his waistcoat pocket to pull something out.

“And if you would accept my courtship,” he said as he reached out to take your hand, then put what he was holding into your palm and withdrew his hand, his fingertips almost burning you.

As soon as you realized what was in your palm, you held your breath.

You had heard of love tokens before. It was a coin of any kind that a suitor would offer the lady he wanted to court; a jeweler would smooth both sides of the coin before engraving what the suitor wanted to write on the coin, and if the lady accepted it, it meant that the affections were reciprocated.

Anthony had chosen a gold coin to give you, with a tiny hole on it so that you could carry it easier as either a necklace or a bracelet. You turned the coin in your hand, the engraving catching your eye;

Heart over logic.

A giddy laughter escaped from your lips as you looked up at him, closing your palm around the coin.

“I do accept,” you managed to say softly, making him let out a breath. “Nothing could make me happier.”

He looked almost speechless before a smile lit up his face and you let out an excited giggle, your stomach doing pleasant flips. You lowered your head to look down at the coin again and he buried his nose into your hair, running his fingertips over your palm, making you close your eyes for a moment before opening them again upon hearing footsteps. Anthony pressed a hurried kiss to the top of your head before stepped back and Cecily entered the garden again.

“I just saw the love of my life coming here,” she said and linked her arm with yours. “Come on, let’s meet him.”

You bit down on a smile and let her lead you, with Anthony following you behind and Elias waved at you, then approached you.

“Where were you? I stopped by the cascade but it was over.”

“We went to see the Spring Garden,” Cecily said. “You?”

“I swear, I’ve had it up here with these suitors,” he whined, and you stole a look at Anthony who winked at you. “Anyway, let’s go back, shall we? I’m starving.”

You could barely sleep that night after you came back. The excitement roaring through your veins was so strong that even the fireworks you had all watched back at Vauxhall couldn’t come close to what you were feeling inside, and after getting back home, you had excused yourself to your bedroom and buried your face into the pillow, letting out an excited scream.

You were nearly intoxicated by what had happened, so around the dawn you had dozed off, still holding onto the coin. Naturally, you had woken up later than usual, way after breakfast time and after getting into your gown, you kept fidgeting in your seat while Lucie worked on your hair.

“So it’s a love token then?” she asked and you nodded, your whole attention on the ribbon you were trying to put through the small hole in the coin.

“Yes,” you said. “And I will wear it.”

“Will your father and brother not ask?” she asked you. “I gather they have seen love tokens before.”

“Oh, I’ll…I’ll keep it under the bust of my gown so no one will see,” you said. “But I will know what it is—” you held your breath as you fit the ribbon through the hole. “Voila!”

She let out a small laugh as she withdrew her hands from your hair, then motioned at you to give her the coin. She quickly tied it behind your neck and you fixed your dress, making sure the coin would stay hidden in your cleavage.

“There, you look very beautiful.”

You shot her a bright smile and turned around to look at her better.

“Lucie I’m so happy!”

“Well I’m glad!” she said, mirroring your smile and you fanned at your face.

“Do you think—”

“My lady?” a maid knocked on the door and cracked it open. “They require your presence downstairs.”

You pulled back. “Is everything alright? The Duke—”

“He’s fine, everyone is fine,” she assured you. “But you…um, you should see this I think. The family is in the drawing room.”

You exchanged glances with Lucie as you stood up. “Do you know what’s happening?”

“Not at all, they had just finished breakfast when I came here,” she said, following you close. You left your room and made your way to the drawing room, and as soon as you stepped inside, you froze.

There were dozens of flowers. A maid was placing the last bouquet on the table when you stopped dead in your tracks, and looked around.

“What is this?” you asked and Cecily looked at you over her shoulder, then smiled at you.

“Uh, flowers.”

“From?”

Elias pinched the bridge of his nose. “From Anthony.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you gawked at him.

“What?”

“Is this boy trying to kill me?” The Duke wondered out loud, glaring at the desk filled with flowers. “Is that what’s going on? First the fine china, now this?”

“In all honesty Percy,” Aunt Lavinia said. “I doubt he is thinking about you.”

“I specifically said no suitors allowed, Lav.”

“Well, technically he’s not here,” Aunt Lavinia pointed out. “His flowers are.”

“How do you—” you squeaked out and cleared your throat. “How do you know they’re from him?”

“Oh I’m glad you asked, because he sent a card,” Elias said, leaning back to the table, crossing his arms. “Right on top of the bouquet over there.”

You approached the bouquet he motioned at to take the card, and held your breath as you skimmed the lines.

To the lady who holds my heart,

Anthony Bridgerton.

You could feel the smile warming your face, Aunt Lavinia and the Duke’s argument continuing while Cecily cleared her throat.

“Y/N, it wasn’t in an envelope or anything of the sort,” she said. “The card, I mean. It was right on top of the bouquet, which means all the maids saw it, which means…”

“Everyone in the ton will know it,” you finished her sentence for her and she nodded.

“Exactly,” she said with a grin. “So it is official then. Anthony Bridgerton is courting you.”

A giggle escaped from your lips and Elias threw his head back, letting out a groan.

“Great,” he grumbled. “Here comes the inevitable, I guess.”

Chapter 33

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

947 notes · View notes

mooonjin · 1 year

Text

The Past Behind Him - Pt. 2

Notes: oh gosh im most overhwelmed with the support on the first part!! tyty so heres part two soz it took so long, i lost it in the scheduling feature. i should probably leave that alone haha,,,

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Summary: Your last interaction together with Echo wasn't ideal and mature. In hopes of ameliorating, the trooper decides to make the first moves of forming his apology, but will you accept it?

Warnings/Tags: bits of fluff, one or two uses of Y/N, mentions of blood/injuries, mentions of tending to wounds, your fav clones, proofread this once oops — tell me if I've missed anything!

< Part One

"...Echo?..."

"...Hey! Echo...!"

"Echo!" the sound of Hunter's modulated voice gave the poor ARCT a fright. Multiple blaster shots whizzed passed their heads as they ducked down behind some old crates, "You still with us?"

Echo stumbled upon his words, "Yes, Y/N– uh, sir! Agh, Sergeant– Hunter!" he sighed at his mistakes, "Yes Hunter, still here." Echo rubbed the top of his helmet, where his forehead would be, in embarrassment along with noticing Hunter's slight head turn at his stutter. You've been on his mind this whole mission and he's been doing everything else but focus on the task at hand. Hunter patted Echo's now healed shoulder to assure him.

It had been a few weeks since your last one-on-one interaction with Echo. It seemed he took more precaution on the battlefield not to end up injured again since he'd end up in your hands back. His brother's ended up in the medbay but when offered to stay and watch over, Echo would be the only one to refuse. Wrecker pouted most of the time when he would. You never questioned him about it and usually shrugged it off.

But every now and then, you'd wonder if he was alright. Considering the stories you've been told about the ARC trooper, he seemed kind, caring, brave, and silly. It's just... that's who you've not been seeing these past few weeks. If anything, you've seen the complete opposite.

You tended to a couple of clones from the 501st after a rough retrieval mission on Saleucami. You haven't met this batch of men before but they already treated you like their best friend. One of them had a goatee and the number '5' tattooed by his hairline. This cheeky one loved to make jokes about his brothers. Occasionally, you had to remind him not to move since you're still patching him up. They called him ‘Fives.’ Maybe because of his CT number, you assumed.

"And then the Captain face planted into those bulbous pollen stuff! Oh gosh, he was covered in 'em!" a hearty laugh escaped from his chest and once again, you gently patted his shoulder to remind him he's still fresh from the battlefield. He sent you a mumbled apology and continued to make jokes without moving too much. You smiled, playfully.

The one they called ‘Jesse,’ who had the GAR logo tattooed on the left side of his head, also joked around with him. These two gossiped about their brothers like they were little high schoolers, "I bet you he'll still be able to find some in the crevices of his helmet to this day!" a small, but cheeky grin grew on your face before you turned to fish out some tweezers.

"How are you holding up there, Jesse?" you questioned. You were the only medical personnel in the room so tending to two people without the assistance of AZI, was quite the challenge.

The trooper groaned a bit as he leaned forward slightly to check up on his ankle, "Eh, I can't feel the pain much anymore but for sure won't be able to walk on it," he chuckled. "Still can't believe y'chose him first." Jesse complained. Fives sent him a mocking face of pride.

"Don't worry, even if I did choose you first, you're still my priority."

Fives hissed through his teeth at the last splinter you plucked out, causing you to look up at him to see if it hurt him as much. But he was tough. It was almost as if it didn't happen since he continued to talk to Jesse, brushing off the pain.

A couple of hours passed and you were still tending to the two clones as they chatted away. You had been silent most of the time, more interested in listening whilst you patched up their injuries. As the two clones continued their chats, the small ding of the medbay door went off which, usually signals somebody who isn't an authorised medic, about to enter.

The door swooshed open, alerting both Jesse and Fives as well as you. Although it didn't stop you from tending to Fives' wound but the sudden arrival still caught your attention.

Your eyes widened, both in fear and worry at the figure.

Echo.

Jesse and Fives had complete opposite reactions to yours which you took advantage of in an attempt to shield yourself from Echo's presence, hoping he came for his brothers and not you.

"Echo, brother!" Fives was first to greet him, after all, he is his domino twin since the beginning. Echo's smile was warm at the sound of his name, going over to give Fives a handshake. You cursed yourself internally when he came over. You wished Fives hadn't spoken first since you were still patching him up because Echo would end up in proximity to you.

It's not you were uncomfortable, you just didn't want to start anything unnecessary like last time. Even if it was a while ago, anything could happen to him. Ultimately, Echo has PTSD that could be easily triggered with anything from your past. Days and days pass with the thought of 'was it a good idea to become a medic personnel for CF99?' or 'was joining the GAR a bad decision?'

You patted Fives arm gently, letting him know you were going to tend to Jesse now. As Fives was still talking to Echo, he gave you an assuring nod with a very sweet smile. You walked over to Jesse who had just rolled his eyes, smiling, "Those two should get a room."

You chuckled, "You'll get your chance, now, I need you to stay still whilst I wrap this. We don't want you getting needle injuries, do we?"

"Of course not, do your thing." Jesse relaxed the muscles on his torso, his abs slightly poking out. As you began to wrap the bacta-infused bandages around him, you heard Fives hiss louder than he did earlier. Sneaking a peak, you saw Fives' bandages come undone. You were shocked since you thought you properly pinned his bandages safely. You looked around the med-bed and luckily enough you found the pin that was supposed to hold the white material together.

You were about to quickly fetch a new needle to hold Fives' bandages once more but remembered that Jesse was still being tended to. The bacta had already made contact with Jesse's wounds so you couldn't leave him in an intolerable position to hold the fabric against himself. Just as you found a way to keep the bacta-bandages in a position so they wouldn't fall, you looked up to find Echo already tying up Fives' wound.

Mentally, your jaw hung low. Echo managed to steal a glance at you when Fives' was in his own world, rambling about something in the Outer Rim. He saw how tense you were, like last time and your facial expressions were more than lifeless. He sighed, thinking he had no luck to even try to apologise to you right now.

Once you finished pinning down Jesse's bandages, you dismissed both Fives and him, but not saying one word to Echo. You walked over to the storage closets as the two clones left to their quarters. You tried to stall, hoping Echo would grow bored and leave.

After what felt like hours of stalling in the closet, he was sat on a stool when you came back out. The both of you made brief eye contact before it sent you in a flustered fit of heat. He stood up, cautiously walking over to you so it didn't seem creepy.

"Look, Y/N, I really am sor—" you held up your palm vertically in a stopping motion, cutting off Echo's apology. He sighed, trying a different approach, "Maybe I can make it up to you?—" you did it again, stopping him before he got another word out.

Your eyebrows drooped, forcing your eyes to close. You could sense how uneasy the atmosphere between the two of you in this room was.

You let out an obvious exhale, avoiding Echo's desperate gaze, "Please don't speak to me unless it's related to me doing my job, thank you Echo, have nice evening." his name on your tongue felt like a medical syringe was stabbed into his heart.

And just like that, you walked over to the doors to leave the medbay. Echo looked around the room, contemplating a way to say 'sorry' without really saying sorry.

He had to try again.

You were lucky today that AZI wasn't occupied on the other side of the medical facility. A few of the 104th battalion and 327th SC's brought in many wounded clones from missions. It felt more relaxing to do your job with some familiar faces. The variety of stories you managed to pick up from clone to clone would most definitely be your highlight. You adored their brotherhood and close friendships they had with one another.

Abruptly, the same ring from the medbay doors went off.

It was Echo.

Again.

You released an audible sigh as you were patching up Comet. Surprisingly, he was more content and observant than his brothers in his unit. Every now and then, he shared a couple laughs and inputs in the conversation but most of the time, it was pretty silent. Due to this, he picked up on your, somewhat, annoyed sigh. He wanted to resist the urge of being nosy but he couldn't help it.

"Hope you don't mind me asking, there somethin' up with y'and Echo?" you sent Comet a embarrassed chuckle. You didn't expect him to be this observant.

You lifted up his arm to loop the bandage under before settling it back down gently, "It's... complicated."

"That's what they all say." you lolled your head to the side as if you were saying 'seriously?' but in the end, you agreed in silence. You still had to respect his boundaries of Echo's past, whether something bad happened back then. Courtesy. You heard footsteps trudge behind you; they weren't very quiet considering Echo's whole bottom half is metal.

AZI dismissed the clones he patched up and from across the room, gave you a heads up at his departure. You handed Comet back his shoulder piece, helping him out of the bed to dismiss him, "Don't use that arm too much and be careful."

"Yes, sir." he waved back with his healthy arm.

You tidied up the area, ruffling then smoothing out the sheets on the bed and reorganising the medical tools on the tray. In hopes it was neat enough for AZI to approve, you went around to begin pushing the tray over to the other setup carts.

Before being able to push the tray, a hand and a scomp stopped you. Without having to look up, you already knew that it was Echo. I mean, who else could pull off a scomp hand on a human?

"Allow me," with sass, you gestured your hands forward, allowing him to push the cart over to... where?

Echo didn't even know where to go, he just wanted to help. You watched him like a hawk as he tried to play off his confusion on where to park the tray. Flustered, Echo looked back at you in a way of assistance.

Your dull expression and a finger pointed to the other trays was enough to send Echo into a blushing fit as he quickly jogged over to the carts. He turned back to you, expecting a congrats but was met with your small smirk and rolled eyes.

He was getting there. Maybe he just had to try a little harder.

Your shift ended 18 minutes ago but you stayed behind a bit to help clean the area so AZI could recharge for tomorrow. It was no surprise that Echo offered his own time to help clean up as well. You didn't ask him anything about how the past few days has been him assisting you in the medical room.

How long has it been? Almost a week now? You couldn't lie to yourself and refuse how the kind gestures managed to get to you. You even caught yourself with weak eyelids fluttering when you watched Echo help pack away trays for you. Luckily, Echo was more than mutual with these feelings. Maybe stronger than yours but they were there.

Echo was in the corner, carefully and generously scrubbing down the medical equipment to place it back on the tray. The space was quiet and the air was filled with a sort of comfort. You continued to stack the last of the medical files into the cabinet, neatly, in alphabetical order. The sound of metal wheels rolling along the floor gave you the impression that Echo was finished and he was hopefully not going to ask for more chores to do.

His chuckle broke you out of your thoughts. Embarrassingly, he caught you staring, "Y'need help with the filing cabinet or can you do it with the eyes on the back of your head?"

You sighed, standing more upright than usual before whipping around to quickly close the drawer, "Uh, no," you said, sternly, but swiftly changing it so you didn't appear rude, "Thank you, Echo, you really didn't have to stay."

"I wanted to," those three words that came out of his mouth shouldn't have made you go speechless but it did. He, a soldier, an ARC trooper, using his time to help in an area he's not familiar with while he could've been training, being with people more familiar, but no.

He wanted to. Because of you.

His scomp went to the back of his neck to scratch nervously. It was now or never to get his apology out to you.

"Look, I wanted to apologise for getting up in your face like that," he began, already finding the lack of strength to get the last bit of his words out.

"It was a triggered reaction, it's fine." you replied, dully. Echo felt even more guilty, knowing you've potentially suppressed your feelings about the incident. He might've overthought your response but it didn't sound fine to him.

"I still feel terrible so I tried hanging around you more," he sighed this time. "But you didn't look like you liked me around you."

28 minutes after shift time. Soon, the room would be filled with different medic personnel's for their night shift and the two of you were still stood inside, trying to make amends.

Echo continued, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay and I didn't hurt you as much as I did." you gave him a lopsided grin. He still cared about you, all this time, even after yelling at you. He even cared enough to apologise when you thought you started the ordeal. You both knew you couldn't forgive him easily but it was better to handle the apology like adults instead of avoiding it.

A breathy chuckle escaped your lips, "Let's get going, people are gonna show up soon." Echo's smile was the brightest you've seen since your last interaction. It was warm, caring, and a little silly.

The words that everyone around him described him as. You were relieved to get that side of Echo back in your life. Admittedly, you hadn't gotten use to talking like this with somebody who was once on the opposing side.

Perhaps it's best if you focused on what's happening now than what happened then.

You never know what's about to happen if you get caught up in the past.

The past behind you.

And the past behind him.

Post-Notes: keeping in mind my requests are still open atm! ;p gimme some time to comme around to it and ill get writing

wanna be a part of my taglist?

~ ~ ~

@ttzamara @meekaielmyerhs99 @arctrooper69 @that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main @darkangel4121 @queen-of-many-fandoms

#echo the bad batch #star wars #ct-1409 #arc trooper echo #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #echo x reader #clone trooper x reader #mooonjin #happy reading!!

153 notes · View notes

red-airhead · 9 months

Text

𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱. 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢: 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

Masterlist

word count - 2,006

genre - fluff, romance, angst if you squint

warnings - feminine terms, afab! reader, ot8 x reader (losts of Jeongin, Seungmin, and Minho), alcohol consumption, reader is clingy, mentions of life before apocalypse, reader talks about past love life, reader gets a tad bit upset, lmk if i missed anything.

Previous | Next

You weren’t entirely sure when the others would be back, but they took Han and that usually means they needed luck.

You recently learned that Han was their lucky charm, and if they desperately needed something it would appear if he started talking about it or if he was around. It was such a weird thing to know about but you found it funny.

When they had arrived home, seeing Jisung coming in with a bag full of different types of alcohol was something you thought you’d never see.

“Who’s getting fucked up tonight!!” Jisung would shout, and you snorted at his words.

“Definitely not you, lightweight.” Hyunjin teased, pushing past him to get inside. He was covered in was you believed was zombie blood.

“Need me to get you a change of clothes?” You asked, getting ready to run upstairs and grab something comfortable for him.

“Please do. I feel gross.. I’m gonna go shower first..” he sighed out, going upstairs and you following in suite.

This was a normal pattern between you and the guys, often getting them a change of clothes while they head to the bathroom to shower, to save time for them. You’ve gotten used to seeing most of them walk around shirtless such as Chan, Minho, and sometimes Jeongin.

You were so comfortable around the others that it didn’t bother you, and even though it had only been a few weeks since meeting them, you’ve never felt more at home.

The problem? You were almost fully healed yet they wouldn’t let you go out for supplies yet. Changbin had been teaching you how to safely use any of the weapons they have, and if you didn’t have one on you, Minho taught you how to use your hands against the Zombies, and safely.

A couple of days ago you also learned that they have records and cds that could be used on nights where you’d all get together and just relax. On those nights you found yourself sandwiched in a cuddle pile between Felix and Hyunjin.

Tonight though, it seemed like you were all going to be getting drunk, and that just made you all the more excited.

Once Hyunjin got his change of clothes, you walked into the bathroom, set it down on the sink counter and walked out, him yelling out a thank you from behind the shower curtain.

You went back downstairs, seeing everyone staring at the alcohol on the living room table, all heavily excited to start drinking, but not wanting to start without Hyunjin or you, and it made your heart warm.

“Man I’m so excited, it’s been forever since we’ve had a drink together!” Han exclaimed, legs laid across Minho’s lap, who seemed to be gently rubbing his calves from underneath his sweats. Physical affection was real in this group, and you found it sweet how they could be like this together.

“You don’t have to say that twice.. The last time we were drinking was after a stressful day of a long schedule, and now with that all gone we can sit and drink to our hearts content.” Chan explained, head tilted back with Felix straddling him, snuggled up against his chest with Chans arms wrapped around his waist. Felix was in fact awake, he just missed being close to Chan.

You decided to sit between Seungmin and Jeongin. That ended up with Seungmin’s head in your lap and Jeongin’s head on your shoulder. This type of skinship became normal during these past few weeks, you often finding yourself snuggled up to one or more of the members. It’s been so peaceful lately in the area you all stayed in that most days you spent were on the couch snuggled up together.

Whatever song was playing ended up being something by taylor swift, and you remembered that these guys had figured out how to make a playlist with cds, and you often enjoyed whatever they played so it didn’t even bother you much. Today they must’ve settled for Felix’s because you’d hear a lot of taylor swift if he got the chance to put in his cds.

Hyunjin had later come down, and dramatically gasped when he saw everyone all snuggled up without him, but what made him happy was that Changbin had his arms open for Hyunjin, which he happily took and got comfortable in the muscular arms.

“Finally, everyone’s here.. I’ll go get the glasses.” Han spoke up, standing up, in which Minho had reluctantly let him go, but knowing he’d be back kept him from stopping him. And just like that Han disappeared into the kitchen.

You didn’t bother moving Jeongin or Seungmin, knowing that one or the other was asleep or too comfortable to move. Your one hand laced and playing with Seungmin’s hair, the other holding Jeongin’s hand, your fingers being played with by him as well.

“You three certainly look super comfortable.” Minho hummed out, watching a smile grow on your face, nodding gently as Jeongin groaned and shifted. Well now you know that Jeongin’s been asleep.

“Couldn’t agree more. Having these two babies all snuggled up on me makes me feel safe..” You muttered out, glancing down at Seungmin who also seemed to be asleep.

“Especially when they’re asleep too.. Y’know, a little fun fact they’ll probably kick my ass for, but they’re thankful you’re in their life. That you’re in our lives.” Hyunjin spoke up, watching you smile even more as you just felt like pulling them closer.

“That makes me really happy, then.. I’m happy I was able to come into your guys’ lives..” You muttered out, watching Seungmin shift and flutter his eyes open, smiling when he was greeted with the sight of your face.

“Hi sleepyhead.” You said to him, and he just hummed in response, sitting up only to snuggle into your side, your arm going behind him to start rubbing his arm gently. Jeongin would soon shift so he was more curled up with his head using your lap as a pillow. With your free hand you grabbed a blanket and threw it on top of Jeongin.

Once you knew Seungmin was fast asleep, you started talking again.

“They’re still like kids, y’know? They may be in their 20’s but they still have childish tendencies.. I love that they’re able to try and maintain happiness even if it’s for a little while..” You explained, that same free hand gently pushing Jeongin’s hair back.

“Yeah,, I was worried about them when the apocalypse started.. Jeongin especially..” Chan hummed out, Felix nodding in agreement as he looked over at you.

Soon Han had walked out of the kitchen with the glasses all ready. You didn’t have the heart to wake up Seungmin or Jeongin but with the way that Han had started shouting, you didn’t need to.

“Be quiet, hyung!” Jeongin complained as he sat up, huffing gently while Seungmin groaned and sat up as well.

“Yeah, yeah! Let’s just get to drinking!” Han began handing out the empty glasses, then all of the members went in for different types of alcohol. You settled for Soju, knowing it would get you drunk enough to relax, but not enough for you to forget everything as long as you didn’t drink a bunch of it.

Han settled back into Minho’s lap once they all got their drinks, everyone now taking a sip. Your face contorted when the bitter taste hit your tongue. Felix’s face also contorted and it made you laugh a little.

You knew that eventually Han would be drunk in a few minutes or so, and you also knew that some wouldn’t drink much, those people being Chan and Changbin.

You all spent time laughing, talking about things that you did before the apocalypse, listening to music, humming along. You knew that tonight would be memorable.

“Wait, wait, wait– Let me get this straight.. You guys were idols?” You asked, cheeks dusted pink, obviously tipsy and on the verge of being considered drunk.

“Yeah! We used to perform a whole lot and travel! I wish you could’ve seen it..” Felix replied, a wide smile on his face as he sat across from you.

Jeongin was still latched to your side, sipping at the bourbon whiskey that he had poured almost an hour ago. Sometimes he’d abandon the alcohol and start pressing soft kisses to your temple, cheek, jawline, and sometimes on your neck.

You found yourself leaning into the attention while listening to Felix go on and on about their idol life.

“Who knows, maybe you should sing for me one day.” You hummed back, and they all responded with eager agreements.

A couple hours later, you had reached the sappy and ‘numb’ part of your drunken state. You seemed a little too upset for comfort, and while Jeongin was continuously loving you while you sat on Minho’s lap, clinged against him, it still didn’t take the feeling away.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jeongin would ask, hand underneath your shirt and rubbing at your back gently.

“Yeah,, jus reached the sad part of– being drunk..” You muttered out, Minho’s hands now resting at your hips, listening to your slurred words.

Some of the other members were either sent to bed, or ended up falling asleep on the couch snuggled up to another.

“You wanna talk about it?” Minho hummed out, and you nodded.

“I miss life.. Before all of this– I miss my friends and I miss being able to not live in fear..” You started off, sniffling a little as you began to tear up.

“I miss my ex,, It was all my fault that he had to–” Jeongin quickly cut you off before you could finish.

“Don’t fall down that route.. It wasn’t your fault, Y/N..” Jeongin explained, you lifting your head and nodding, feeling his hand going to wipe any fallen tears.

“Okay..” You managed, leaning against his warm hand. Seungmin soon crawled up on the other side of you, pressing feather-like kisses on your face. You smiled at all the kisses he was giving you.

You felt so loved by these people, and with the way they would treat you like a princess made you feel like you were on top of the world.

“I know it’s too early to even admit it, but I know that all the others want to tell you, but we love you so much.. Please forget the past and focus on the present and future when you’re with us..” Minho said with a genuine smile, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“I love you guys too.. Thank you..” You responded, sitting up so you could return the favor.

You started with Jeongin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, in which he seemed to respond almost immediately, hand gently cupping your cheek as he kissed back. When you pulled away he moved forward for more but stopped.

You then turned to Minho, and you could already see in his expression that he knew what was about to happen.

Your hands gently cupped the sides of his neck, pressing another kiss to his lips. Minho’s eyes fluttered shut as his thumbs rubbed up and down on your hips, lips moving in sync. He repeated the same action as Jeongin, only this time he was able to steal a peck.

Turning to Seungmin, he already was ready to kiss you, cupping your cheeks and kissing you. You melted into it almost immediately, hands going on top of his before they started going down to your hips, moving you so you were sitting on his lap. You could hear Minho whine in annoyance.

“Did you know that you all have such soft lips?” You giggled out after pulling away from Seungmin, in which they both smiled and decided to snuggle up with you and Seungmin. Minho had grabbed a big blanket and wrapped around the four of you, snuggling into the warmth.

This was by far one of your most favorite cuddle pile.

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids comfort #bang chan #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin #seo changbin #lee felix #lee minho #han jisung #yang jeongin #ot8 #ot8 x you

23 notes · View notes

rinwritesfics · 11 months

Text

How (Not) to Heal - Part 8

Plot: After being rescued from Mount Tantiss, Crosshair has to figure out how to work with the Batch again - and their new medic. It would be fine if he didn’t start to fall in love with her.

Warnings: Crosshair is shirtless in this one (injury treatment-related)

Word Count: 1957

Author’s Note: After last week's debacle, I figured out a way around the Tumblr character limit, haha! Also, massive thanks to @fakegingerrights for reading this one over.

Previously - Start Here!

Chapter 8

The Marauder landed back in the cave it started the morning in and Crosshair was the first to get off almost immediately. He’d shoved his helmet on and pretended it wasn’t to hide his emotions. His shoulder ached but he refused to let anyone handle it. He would heal.

Dipping behind the ship and out of range of anyone’s sight, he took off the armor surrounding his left shoulder and moved it around, feeling the pain as he went. But he’d miraculously gotten it back in place earlier.

It had been drilled into them to seek medical attention after a serious injury. He knew letting it heal on its own was a terrible idea with this much pain.

That still didn’t make him want to admit he had been injured.

As an enhanced clone, he’d heal. It would be fine, he’d be fine. He could keep up with that lie.

In fact, for the next couple of hours, he did. Keeping his helmet on helped immensely, even if it got a couple of weird looks from others.

The illusion broke soon thereafter, when he went to raise the box above his head. He yelped, nearly dropping it on himself. Luckily, Hunter was there to steady the weight.

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing,” Crosshair bit out.

Hunter scowled and Crosshair scowled back, even if Hunter couldn’t see it. Before Crosshair could make another move, Hunter grabbed his uninjured arm and dragged him along back into the Marauder.

“Where’s Ka’li?” Hunter asked Echo and Tech at the ship’s main computer.

“Down in the cargo hold organizing supplies,” said Echo, looking bewildered as Hunter let go of his brother. Crosshair tore off his helmet so Hunter could see him seething.

Hunter turned back to Crosshair. “You’re going down there and getting medical attention. We don’t need you injuring yourself further.” Hunter’s voice was stern and Crosshair scowled at his brother until Crosshair began the descent into the cargo hold.

At the bottom, he clutched the injury and considered climbing back up and hiding away again, but it was too late.

“Crosshair?” Ka’li called out, then noticed him touching his shoulder. “Come here, let me look at it.”

He turned away.

“Sit. Now.”

He scowled at her. She scowled back. Finally, he walked over and sat down on a box by her.

“Shoulder. Explain.”

“It’s back in place. Nothing to explain.”

“Wrong. Just because it’s relocated doesn’t mean you can use it in the same way right away. It needs to rest and rehabilitate.”

“I told you, I’m fine!” He stood up and got in her face.

She closed her eyes and took a measured breath. When she reopened them, her gaze was steely. “Fine. If you want to permanently damage your shoulder, then who am I to stop a grown man from doing so?”

She scooped up her medkit and made for the ladder.

He sighed. “Wait.”

She stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“Yes. I know it needs to be partly immobilized.”

She didn’t move.

“I’m asking for help, here,” he said, annoyed.

“Then ask for it. I don’t appreciate you expecting me to do whatever you tell me to do. Asking for my help can go a long way.”

“Okay,” he said more calmly. “I’m asking for help.”

She turned back toward him, but didn’t look him in the eye. “Okay. I’ll check it out.”

“Ka’li.”

His voice was softer, startling her enough to look him in the eye.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too, Cross. I shouldn’t have been sharp with you.”

He chuckled drily, hoping to hide the thrill at the nickname. “No, that’s pretty much the only way they can convince me to listen.”

“You deserve better. I’m not part of your family, so I don’t need to assume I can treat you the same.” She looked away again, but he looked at her straight on.

While she thought he deserved better, he didn’t believe her. He had done bad things. Terrible, really. There wasn’t anything he deserved, in his opinion.

If his silence effected her, she didn’t show it. She just sat on his left and opened the medkit.

“Funny thing about treating your shoulder for something like this requires your shoulder to be bare.” Her tone was one of amusement.

He smirked. “Are you asking me to take off my clothes?”

She blushed. “No! Well, just your upper body glove. I need access to your bare shoulder.”

He took his shirt off and she started looking his shoulder over before handling it.

“Does it feel like it’s back in place?”

“Yeah. I have a little bit of motion.” He paused. “It really hurts.”

“I’d be surprised if it didn’t.” She looked over the swelling and the bruising. “You know I have to handle it to do this.”

He grunted in response.

“Do I have permission to proceed?”

He looked at her and cocked an eyebrow, then nodded. She touched his shoulder and elbow with both hands and started to move his arm. He bit back a yell and she stopped.

“How much pain is it? Is it moderately affecting daily activities or severely affecting you?” she asked quietly, refocused on his arm.

“It’s….” Did he tell her? He wanted to hide it, but this was his only chance. She waited patiently and he conceded. “Severe. I can’t raise it without the pain distracting me.”

She let go of his arm. “You’ve got a strain, then. Any tingling or numbness?”

He shook his head.

“Cramping?”

“Mild to none at this point.”

“Good. No nerve damage.”

“Was it an easy pop-in?”

“It was pretty quick.”

“Partial dislocation, at least some tissue damage, indicated by the bruising and swelling. I’m going to apply ointment and partly immobilize it.”

“Immobilize? No.”

“Crosshair,” she said in a dangerous tone. He scowled and she continued. “Your tissues need to heal. I understand you don’t want to do this. I understand that you feel it makes you weak. I can’t say I know exactly what you’re feeling, but please. Let me help you heal.”

He ground his teeth and looked away, pursing his lips. Finally, he agreed.

She applied the bacta, slowly and in circles, and despite the aches, the firm but gentle touches made him want to lean into her. Each touch was relaxing and he enjoyed the warmth her hands brought, both to his skin and his heart. When she got done with the application, she let him put his shirt back on and began to wrap his arm in a makeshift sling, crossing the wrap over his body a couple times, enough to give it a range of motion, but still keep it steady for at least a day. Each near miss her hands had with his chest brought him butterflies. What did she think of him each time she got this close to him? Did she want to stay this close just like he did?

He frowned at the thought. That wasn’t something he needed to worry about, especially only in his bodyglove.

She cleared her throat. “I’d like to ask you something.”

He looked at her working on his shoulder.

“I saw your face when you came back up the ladder. That pain wasn’t just in your shoulder, was it? Did one of the droids have the same sound as before we found you?”

He knew she was avoiding certain words, even with her voice hushed, to keep the torture a secret between the two of them still, but his walls still started to go back up.

“Crosshair, I just want to see if there’s anything else I can do.”

His scowl deepened and he couldn’t hold his defensive retort back. “Why, so I can be emotionally reliant on you? No, I’m not weak, I’m not one of your projects.”

She froze. “I-I’m sorry, I just -”

“Yeah, you wanted to help. I know. And I don’t care, just hurry up.” His cheeks warmed and he had to steel his gaze to hold back the stinging of tears of frustration.

She bit her lower lip. “You know, you can just tell me you hate me and I’ll stop bothering you. It’d be quicker that way.”

Hate her? Maker, no. That was the farthest from the truth she could get. He sighed, “I don’t hate you. And I… I do care that you want to help.”

“Then why are you so mean to me?”

“Because trust is hard!”

She didn’t say anything, just looked up at him with a softening gaze as the words sunk in.

“Trust is hard, Ka’li. If I give myself over to someone, if I let them in, I’m going to get hurt! I can’t let that happen. So I’ve been trying to keep you at an arm’s length.” He paused, then glanced away. “But that’s been hard, too.”

She bit her lip again, then nodded. “If you want me to not get close, I understand. You’ve had so much trauma, that I can’t even begin to expect you want someone to be an outlet. Just know I would still like to be your friend if you change your mind.”

He pursed his lips, then nodded. As she went to pack up, he caught her elbow. “I’d like to try again.”

“Okay. Well, Cross, let me know if you need anything else.” She gave him a slight smile. He nodded back.

“Ka’li?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

The blush in her cheeks did not go unnoticed by him and a surge of pride grew in his chest.

The moment was interrupted by Omega calling down that Ka’li was needed in the cockpit. The two then traded glances before climbing the ladder. Crosshair, stretching his wrapping and getting used to the limited range of motion, followed closely behind her.

“What is it, Hunter?” she asked, entering the cockpit.

“We just got word from Rex about an outer rim planet aiding in the rebellion’s cause. On the planet, one of the villages needs medical help after their recent quake, and while I’m not ordering you to go, they very much need your expertise.”

“Are we all going?”

“We’ll all land, but not all of us are needed. Some of us will get supplies that we desperately need. But someone else can go to the village with you.”

“Okay. When do we leave?”

“We can leave as soon as everyone’s ready.”

Ka’li nodded, deep in thought about the needs of the people. Crosshair watched her, also deep in thought for another reason. Just that morning, he’d insulted her for wanting to help people, insinuating it made her a savior. But she was doing this purely out of kindness.

Guilt swam in his stomach and he looked away, managing to catch the attention of Omega by accident, who cocked her head in a thoughtful, then a knowing smile. His sister was very intuitive and he couldn’t afford to slip up around her. She would start to ask questions, and he wasn’t ready for that.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready to start answering them to just himself, either. Ka’li had a good heart. He didn’t want to get in the way. He also didn’t want to be seen as a project for her, someone to be saved.

No, he decided he didn’t deserve to be saved. It hurt to think about.

Silently, he cursed himself. He had to at least be honest with himself if he couldn’t be honest with her. He didn’t want to be rejected, either. If he didn’t deserve redemption, then all he would face was rejection.

And he had enough of that in his lifetime.

Ka’li was good. But even she had her limits.

He didn’t want to find out he was one of them.

Chapter 9 Tags: @crosshairsbabygurl, @starrylothcat, @thecoffeelorian, @idoubleswearimawriter, @heylosers06, @totesnothere04, @dangraccoon, @the-hexfiles, @jediknightjana

#tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #the bad batch crosshair

26 notes · View notes

tomicaleto · 1 year

Text

Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thank you for tagging me @melli-chou!

1. Windows of the soul, you should have knocked the door

Anakin stared at the costume on his bed. He was still unsure about the whole ‘Halloween party at the office’ thing Aayla had dragged him into but he was new at his office and he didn’t want to be put into the party-killer box so soon into his work.

“I got a VISA all on my own.” He told himself. “How hard can this be?”

2. Kiss me softly, love me roughly

It all started with a pair of cuffs. As Obi-Wan returned from his meeting, he found them laying on the ground, abandoned. He stared at them from his spot at the entrance of the room. Were those Anakin’s? It was unlike his padawan to leave things out of place, much less actual Jedi tools.

3. A hundred and one universes - chapter 8

The war had only been over for a couple of months and the peace and recovery efforts were still going strong.

The Republic’s political sphere had been completely turned into chaos as the reality of Chancellor Palpatine’s true identity and his actual role in the war was revealed. For the first week after his death, the Jedi order had withdrawn into their temple. For too long they had been forced to fight and die into a now pointless conflict and their first step before going out and helping fix the galaxy was to begin healing themselves.

4. But goddamn, you got me in love again

The music was loud all around him, Anakin could almost feel the drums beating in his own skin. The low, colourful lights jumped from greens and blues to reds that were almost pink and yellows. People on the dance floor laughed, drank and danced, adding to the chaotic picture painted by the lights.

5. Viridian afternoon

“Is this really necessary?” Anakin asked, the sound of the bells tied to his curls jinggling as he turned to stare at the Radichet that was tying some see through fabric around his waist.

He had been sent by the Jedi council to take part in the ritual that took place every ten years on the planet Achicor. The Radichet, an alien species very similar to humanoids (Anakin had yet to figure out where they were different), dressed up and celebrated for a week, burning particular dishes and incense in the name of their main god: Obi-Wan.

6. Michi, michi, miau

As soon as Obi-Wan had taken a seat on the bus on his way home, it had begun to rain. Hard. He sighed, already dreading the short walk from the bus stop to his house, nevermind that he had his umbrella with him.

It had been a stressful day at work and he looked forward to finally putting on his slippers and drinking some warm tea. The beginning of spring, as it usually happened, had arrived with a chill and rain. Obi-Wan had taken to bringing his umbrella everywhere he went, at least when he saw the cloudy sky in the morning.

7. More than one lifetime

[Hyperspace. Coruscant to Lothal, 23BBY]

"Master," Anakin broke the kiss with a whine. He was sitting on his master's lap, his upper robes on the floor of the cockpit and his padawan braid tangled in his master's right hand. "Please…" He begged, before Obi-Wan tugged his braid and kissed him again.

8. The right path is not often the clearest one

The night Rin’s ghost appeared in his dreams, whatever plan Zetsu and Madara wanted Obito to follow became useless.

At first, he thought she was only a nightmare, the hole in her chest and a bit of blood falling from her lips a haunting sight. Obito broke down crying and hugged her, blaming Kakashi, babbling at her how he would avenge her and create the perfect world for her. But then Rin shook her head and smiled sadly. He couldn’t stand watching her sad so he turned away and then he woke up.

9. Morning star, guide me home

“Mom, look!” Lady Alhue turned around to find her son excitedly holding several items floating around his head. She smiled and put down the knife she was using to fully turn and crouch down so Anakin could get closer. “I’ve managed to lift three more things this time!” He was so bright, Darth Alhue couldn’t help but mourn the fact that he would soon have to be turned into the dark. It was the only option to keep him safe. She knew there were other Sith roaming around the galaxy, thirsty for power.

10. Simple comforts

The door opened and Obi-Wan stepped into the living room. Immediately he saw a lump of heavy blankets, Anakin’s seven year old sister buried in them, her cheeks flushed and lightly panting.

In front of her, the TV was playing an old movie, one of Anakin’s childhood favourites, as he had mentioned once or twice during the first dates they had. Obi-Wan smiled at the picture and moved further in.

No pressure tags: @softieskywalker, @rexismycopilot, @sopherfly, @tennessoui

#tag game #obikin #Tomi's fics #not tagging the Narto one because these are mostly obikin so

7 notes · View notes

nonchalant-taste · 1 year

Text

I wish I was a better writer. I'd love to write a stuffing fic that focuses on a post game Aki.ra and him coming to terms with his own appetite. A healing kind of fic, you know? I've always hc'd that he has a large appetite, but holds back to be polite / not a bother due to things people have said to him before. He eats out so often with friends and seems to enjoy going all around Tokyo to try new meals, but there's so much commentary in the game about how despite all this, he still doesn't eat properly. From Mor.gana... his actions in Leblanc... And Especially when it comes to post-December. The game even tells you he lost a ton of weight, to the point that it's the first thing the thieves notice. I'd imagine after coming back from jail he'd have a much harder time than before too; probably going so far as to pass up curry in the mornings because he just can't bring himself to.

It'd be sweet to see the thieves band together to try and encourage him and help him get back into old habits. Ryu.ji and Ha.ru probably being *especially* encouraging haha. But yeah, people suggesting to go out to eat for hangouts-- like A.nn raving about a new crepe he has to try, or Ryu.ji dragging him off to a ramen place for a breather-- always pointing him towards seconds if he's up for it. Maybe even specifically picking places they know Aki.ra would enjoy, or at least used to enjoy. Aki.ra probably has no qualms with it when it's someone else wanting to go (And how can he deny seconds when Ryu.ji is so excited for him to try this new flavour like that,) but he won't ever suggest places himself.

They probably take it as a huge W when one day he does ask to go out though. Externally they're all normal about it of course, but there's a huge unspoken sigh of relief. As the months of this go on, it gets more natural for him to take seconds (And even thirds,) without their goading, and he's definitely begun to put on some weight. (Probably by the end of it, more than he started out with. His casual shirts fit far more snugly, but he's too happy making memories and excitedly indulging himself for once with his friends to care.)

He's smart enough to catch on to what they're doing, but I think Aki.ra would be pretty touched by the fact that they're all making a conjoined effort as opposed to upset or anything. It'd probably be a bit embarrassing to learn how they've doted on him (And how he totally fell for it without noticing in those first couple weeks?) but yeah, ultimately he's glad for it. It's hard to stay mopey and away from food when you've got people like Ha.ru offering premium shit. (Aki.ra's a chronic anti-waster and you KNOW she'd take advantage of that. He'd be wolfing down 'leftovers' until bursting with her.)

Ah, I just realized this post doesn't have a lot of stuffing, oops. I'll admit I'm mostly focused on the healing aspect of it, but once Aki.ra realizes the others are accepting (and some even into,) his appetite he'd definitely try to push his limits out of curiosity. Sure, he could put it back no problem when he was younger, but he's grown a lot now and so did his hunger, probably. If he can take down the cosmic tower burger down with ease (Hell, even two of them back to back? I'm still reeling from that bit in one of the mangas where he eats two for Yus.uke. He doesn't even get sick from it. He doesn't even FEEL sick from it.) then just what else can he do...?

whoops. this got long. sorry for clogging up the dash i just needed to get my thoughts out. ✌️ eating and wg as a form of healing is everything to me. Aki.ra, the one who never asks for anything and never takes more than he needs, finally getting the chance to just go all out and enjoy himself is everything to me. Does he not deserve it. Take him back to the Wilton buffet you monsters,

#pudgesona

5 notes · View notes

kiyokokaguya · 2 years

Text

Ninja Tools Tho || @blindsunshxne || DoYoung

Scoot? She didn't like being told to move away from her own tools but let out an irritated sigh, complying. "I know what bent pins can do to a weapon… especially one I mechanized." Especially one that had bit her once already. Holding up her left hand, she'd show the other her scar, "Learned that lesson when I was younger." It was a deep cut that did heal well.

"I made this myself after playing with a version without moving claws. I just improved on the design a bit." They were nothing more than a version of brass knuckles with long blades. "Mmh, I'd love to read more information on how to make my claw better! I got this far without directions, imagine what I could do with them!" She was amused by the idea, watching the blades slide out. "Ah good, it's back to working again. I need to be more careful."

There was a nod, "yeah I need a new casing and better padding. It's starting to bother old wounds. Was considering adding a sharpener inside of it as well that way it's ready to go when engaged. There's a couple improvements it needs, have to admit, I use this thing more than my own jutsu." She cackled before speaking again, "easier for the assassination jobs." Of course she had some great jutsu, just never had to depend on it much.

"Thanks for the help DoYoung. I need to turn this job in yet. Though I can't have a week of down time, gotta keep going. Heads don't bust themselves." She cracked her right hand and punched the palm of her left. "A day of downtime to recover, should give me enough time to do a bit of maintenance on the claw. Then I can go off on another job." If it paid well she could work on designing a new housing unit.

#V: They call me a genius when it comes to tools!; Lyn Momochi #blindsunshxne #Why yes that claw is her pride and joy #I need to make a tag for DoYoung yet.

6 notes · View notes

hajimeiwaswife · 2 years

Text

LOST IN TRANSLATION

Summary: When Peter Parker asks for your translation services he didn't expect to find love again.

Warnings: NWH SPOILERS, fluff.

Word count: 6,8K

Chinese translation by @1kafenova : https://fakenova.lofter.com/post/1cec36b5_2b456d4c3

A/N: Happy new year! I hope you guys had a great time and that you like my little present for the new year. Feedback is highly appreciated!

You've always been bad at maths, let alone science in general, it just wasn't appealing to you. But languages, literature, history, art, philosophy... You saw beauty in everything that implied humanities, that needed of interpretation, that wasn't exact, that could be moulded by the hands of a simple human or by a community of speakers. Maybe that was the reason why something as exact as maths was so difficult to understand for you.

Not only that, but you were unable to get why someone would choose science on their own will. That was Peter Parker, a man you had shared a couple of common subjects at high school when you were still teenagers. Such an intelligent and humble man, always with his camera in hand, a book of chemistry under his arm. And let's not forget, handsome. For some reason, your friends would repeat over and over again what a bad taste in men you had, how Peter wasn't part of the beauty canons. For you he was, not only that, but his quirky mannerisms and his awkwardness made him even more attractive, especially when he thought no one was looking at him and rode his skate with expertise.

That same little crush you had back then was coming back to you when he sat at the chair in front of your desk, doe brown eyes smiling with recognition when he gazed at you for the first time in years. He looked different, of course his physical appearance had turned to a manly one, a sharper jaw, rougher expression, a cute stubble, wider shoulders, the noticeable veins in his hands... His eyes. You could see it. Last time you had looked at them they were filled with grief, regret and pain; now, they looked more matured, as if he had healed, genuine will to live to his best, to be happy. What could have happened in those seven years you hadn't coincided with the other? You were curious, more than you should, but it was Peter Parker we were talking about, a mysterious man himself ever since high school.

However, his cover of older man with a hold on his life was broken the moment he started fidgeting, uncovering those same mannerisms you had observed so long ago. You smiled internally, there was a little bit of him inside still. You coughed when he looked up and caught you staring at him so intensely, earning a cocky grin from him, one that could be mistaken by innocence. You knew better, though.

"So, you want me to be the one to translate your new discovery." you affirmed after he finished explaining his commission.

"Yes, that's uh, that would sum it up." he replied, still fidgeting and a nervous grin on his face.

"Okay, deadline?"

"Oh! True, uh..." he bit his lip in thought, pushing his glasses into place once again "When... when do you think you can have it?"

"Let's see..." you looked over at the document in your screen, a seventy pages paper about things you didn't understand, it was going to be a difficult task, but not impossible "I can have it in three weeks, is it okay? Or do you need it sooner?"

Peter went back to his thoughts, a slight sigh scaping his mouth while his fingers touched his bottom lip. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again "Three weeks it's fine." he affirmed, nodding mildly "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, it's my job!" you smiled while creating the quote "And how's life going?" you asked while adding the corresponding taxes to the bill. Thank lord calculators were a thing.

"Um, great! Actually great, it's been... calm? I would say." he was lying, his tone had betrayed him on 'calm', but who were you to call him out "What about you?"

"Normal," you replied sincerely "working, going out with friends, the usual."

Peter nodded, smiling. He observed around the office, many diplomas hanging from the walls, making him wonder why in school they never paid as much attention to humanities as they did to science. It was clear as water that you were the best on your field, he could even tell from the professionalism that surrounded your aura.

Meanwhile, you read the title of his paper. You didn't know what it meant, nor what it was about; however, you knew it was important and a very respectable discovery. It didn't take you by surprise, though, Peter had always been a genius.

"Well," you spoke again, taking the quote you just printed from the printer "as it is a scientific document, I should charge per word," you started explaining "but as I charge 0,07$ per word, it would be 2,450$." you said, still looking at the quote "However, as we are acquaintances and your paper has seventy pages, I'm going to do an exception here and charge it as a literary work, so it will be charge per page. That makes it 15$ per page, what leaves a total of 1,050$."

"Y/n, wait, you don't need to..."

"I know, but consider it a favour from an old school mate." you winked at him, passing him the quote "What do you think? Any complains?"

"No, of course not! You just... You just saved me 1,400$." he murmured, observing the piece of paper you just handed him.

"Okay then, so if you agree, I shall start my work." you smiled, seeing how grateful he looked.

"I promise I'll make it up to you, thank you so much, Y/n." he sounded serious, you knew he was, Peter Parker was a man of his word.

"A coffee sounds nice, but you should invite me in three weeks." you replied playfully, trying your luck on the handsome man.

"Deal." he smiled.

It was late, but you needed to invest extra hours in Peter's commission. You had three dictionaries opened and a couple of scientific magazines to look up for information you could need. Once you had everything you needed, you started reading the document with more care.

"The multiverse." you read the title, furrowing your brows. Had he discovered other universes? He said it was his new discovering, wasn't it?

You continued reading the paper, not understanding absolutely anything except for the parts where he claimed there were different versions of ourselves out there in a parallel universe. The explanation was probably among the technical language you were oblivious about, but at the end of the day, your job was to transmit perfectly what he said, so you translated it searching for parallel texts to see if what you were writing made sense.

It continued like that for the next two weeks and a half, where you ended completely exhausted. Again, you understood nothing, but you were curious about the scientific explanation of how he knew there were other Peter Parkers out there. Maybe you could ask him when he came to the revision of the translation and, if you were lucky, that private physics class could happen in a cafe. Would he be able to explain it for someone that knows nothing about physics? You hoped so.

The next few days were only about your own revision of the translation, trying to verify it was understandable... to whoever understood these matters. You were happy with your work and you expected for Peter to be happy about it, too. Scientific translations were difficult, so having managed a seventy pages translation about a physics discovery was something to be proud of.

You prepared everything: the format, the bill, the little gift for the client for asking for your services. Another day at the office, waiting for Peter Parker to come in at any second after 11 a.m. You continued working on other commissions, asking yourself if you got it wrong and you weren't meeting today. It wouldn't be the first day, thinking it to be Thursday and turning out to be Wednesday. He had asked for a physical copy apart from the digital one, and it was laying at your right, desperate for its owner to pick it up.

At 11:30 a.m. Peter Parker made an appearance, looking dishevelled, all sweaty and out of breath. He looked at you with guilt and lifted up a hand in symbol of asking for forgiveness while he recovered. You stood up, concerned, wondering what could had happened to him.

"I'-I'm sorry." he mumbled once his breathing evened out "I over... slept, yeah."

Lying again "It's okay," you answered with a kind smile "have a sit, please. There are a couple of things I want to discuss with you."

He did as tell, sitting in the same chair he did three weeks ago, his breathing still a little work up. You watched as a drop of sweat passed his temple and flowed down his cheek to his sharpened jaw. He was too attractive for his own good, biting his lip at the same time he took the printed document from your hands, fingers touching and lingering for a second.

He smiled slightly, a kind one, and opened the bind document even if he couldn't understand the language. He was impressed for the way you had improved the format, leaving it even more sophisticated and professional.

"It looks nice." he said, fingers passing through the margins.

"Thank you," you replied, returning his smile "and I assure you the translation is accurate and it will please its target."

"I don't doubt it."

"Though," you started again, intertwining your own fingers and putting your hands on the table "I have a few questions about... the multiverse."

Peter nodded, waiting for you to continue, eyebrows arched in curiosity and head slightly tilted to the right.

"I didn't understand the technical part, but for what I could get, your discovery says that there actually are parallel universes, with realities where there are some kind of... us? But that aren't ourselves... The more I hear myself the more I realize I haven't understood anything." you finished, head hung low and a sigh of exasperation coming out of your mouth.

"No, no! That's part of it, you were right!" Peter exclaimed, straightening in his sit and bending a little bit forward "There are people in other realities with our names and similar lives, but they aren't us."

"And... how have you discovered it? What's the explanation?"

The man chuckled, moved by your genuine curiosity and your doe eyes, looking at him the same way a kid looks at their parents when giving them the answer to their question. He considered how he would explain it to you, he couldn't tell you the exact truth, and definitely he needed to find a speech you could understand from your no scientific perspective.

He bit his lip again, thinking, while you stared at him waiting patiently for his reply. This discovery was going to be if not the most, one of the most important of the century, and you wanted to hear it explained from the genius himself.

"This is gonna take a while," started Peter, looking up at you with a side grin "so, maybe, we could go out and I could explain it to you, then."

You blinked once, twice, and then processed the information. The Peter Parker had just asked you out. He was offering you to hang out away from the working atmosphere, something a little bit more intimate. His fidgeting intensified when you didn't answer, observing how your face changed its expression from one of professional kindness, to confusion to, finally, embarrassed happiness.

"Yeah, yeah, I would love that." you nodded, smiling widely at the man in front of you.

"Great!" Peter nearly shouted, a blush forming on his cheeks "T-that's great, perfect, indeed. Uh, is it okay on Saturday afternoon?"

"Yes, perfect for me." you answered.

There was an awkward silence between you both, not knowing what to say next. You probably should ask him for his number, but at the same time it was needed to finish with the translation explanation.

Like that, somehow you redirected the conversation to translation doubts you had and how you resolved them, having him confirming that what you understood of those fragments was right. You also gave him the bill, sent him by email the digital format and gifted him the quill with your logo.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, I'm really happy I ran into you." he said while standing up, walking towards the door "Couldn't ask for a better translator." he smiled.

"It was my pleasure, I'm glad you considered me for this." you also stood up, accompanying him to the door and stopping him from exiting "Uh, I wanted to... well, as we are going out on Saturday maybe, it would be nice to..."

Peter thought it was amusing how you changed in demeanour when you were in your professional, hard-working translator you and when you were just... you. Shy and nervous, the same as him "... have my number?" he finished for you and you nodded, ashamed for being unable to ask for it yourself "Here."

Peter lent you a card with his name, number and email. You smiled, taking it and observing it a bit. Then, you bid goodbye and the both of you returned to your own business until Saturday.

When you arrived home and watched the news, they announced Spiderman had stopped two bank robberies that morning. 'He deserves a salary for this', you thought.

"So you found imprints of a collision between two universes!? That's so cool!" you exclaimed, hot coffee on the table and a very handsome scientist in front of you.

"Uh-hu," he affirmed, sipping his own coffee "we can say there are at least four imprints of four different universes, but there must be hundreds, if not millions of them."

It was Saturday and you both had agreed to meet at a cafe near your work place at 4 p.m. As promised, Peter explained his discovery to you in a way you could understand, finding fascinating his work and his ability with physics.

"You are amazing, Peter Parker." you mumbled, completely absorbed by his voice and explanation.

The man could feel his cheeks warming and the feeling of dejà vu in the front of his mind, one of the other Peters always told him those exact words, but hearing them from you was different. When the other Peter said them, it felt like he himself was assuring him, in this case, it was you, someone external to the adventures of the Parkers.

"It-It's nothing! Really, it was easy." he stuttered, wrinkling his nose.

"Don't be humble, Peter, you worked hard for this!"

He nodded, biting his lip again. You had noticed it was something he did whenever he needed to think for long, and you weren't going to lie, it was hot. He looked up and caught you staring at him again, the same sly grin he made in your office almost four weeks ago returning to his face.

"And now, thanks to you, my discovery will be accessible for a wider public." he grinned, wetting his lips and sipping on his coffee again. "And how is it you turned out to be a translator?"

You shrugged your shoulders "I love languages, I always did, and this degree allowed me to work with them and with literature, my two passions. Why?"

"Just curious." he also shrugged his shoulders "I must admit, it was clear you weren't going to pick a science degree."

"Oh?" you said, amused "And why were you so sure?"

"I had maths class with you."

You both chuckled, you hadn't been the best at the subject, and he probably had seen your failed attempts at improving on it. Pathetic ones, must be said.

"I remember that one time you were so convinced you had the exercise right and I told you you had missed a negative sign." the man laughed, adoring the embarrassed expression on your face.

"Ugh, don't remind me." you took a peek at him from in between your fingers, which were covering your face "Luckily, it wasn't mandatory on the last two years."

"And you still ask me how I was so sure." he snorted, gaining a fake slap to his bicep from your part.

Another moment of silence between you became present, but it wasn't awkward, reminding each other of high school wasn't as awful as it sounded, at the end of the day. You fidgeted and coughed a little, trying to find something to say.

"I was sure you would do something with science. What? I didn't know, but you looked like the most dedicated little molecule."

"Little molecule?" he snorted again, looking at you with amusement.

"That's how we called you guys!" you laughed, repositioning yourself on the chair "In humanities we would call you that."

"And I'm just hearing about this now? How lame." he shook his head, feigning indignation "Why little molecule? Why not just molecule?"

"It was cuter."

Both of you stood there for hours, talking and catching up. You couldn't remember when you had laughed that much and neither did he, appreciating the time he spent with you that afternoon.

"You live here?" he asked once you stopped in front of a building.

"Yep." he had offered to accompany you home "Do you want to come in?"

"Maybe another day, I have something to do now." he replied, smiling at you and talking sincerely, he wasn't lying this time "But we should repeat this. If you want to, of course! J-just if you want to."

"I'm on board." both of you bid goodnight after that. You relaxed at home, he put on his Spiderman suit.

These meetings continued for quite some time, getting to know each other more and to befriend. Peter was a great man, intelligent, funny, kind, a gentleman and a teaser, the type of man any person would like to have by their side. You wondered if he had been developing feelings for you the same way you did with him, daydreaming about an unlikely future where you were together.

Your daily commute was the same, exiting your house, walking for ten minutes and arriving to your office. It shouldn't be complicated, just a mere walk, the most interesting thing that could happen in New York should be the snow. But no, it wasn't snow what stopped you from arriving to your workplace; it was a villain.

A huge wolf like creature was rummaging in every building it saw, breaking windows, pushing citizens, smashing the road and the cars... Scared, you ran to where you thought you could be a little bit safer as the way to your workplace was completely destroyed and inaccessible.

Out of nowhere, a red and blue blur appeared swinging from building to building, approaching the villain and putting citizens to safety on the way. Spiderman had come to save the day, and you were grateful that maybe this nightmare could end as soon as possible.

'Really, I just want to make enough money to survive the month and I have to stand a fucking mad wolfman trying to kill us all.' you thought, done with life once again.

Ten minutes of battle, twenty, and it didn't look like it was going to end soon. You still stood in the place you had found a haven in, watching from afar how Spiderman fought the villain, swinging from side to side, throwing punches and webs to the wolf. On one moment, the villain was throwed flying to the roof of the building you were next to. You heard a little cracking, then, a huge shadow overcame you and, when you looked up, a giant advertisement poster was falling in your direction.

It was true what they said about seeing your life pass while you're waiting for death. You were still young and you were going to die because of a stupid poster, how pathetic. You closed your eyes, expecting the impact that would kill you in situ. But then, you heard a heart-breaking 'No!' and you felt a hand grab your waist and your feet leave the ground.

You opened your eyes, confused, and you met face to mask with Spiderman himself, who had saved you just before the poster could crash you to death. You clung to him tight, afraid of falling, even though you doubted he would let you fall.

He swinged you both to the roof of a building far from the battle, not letting go of you once you both touched the ground. You were trembling, processing the last two minutes of your life, and Spiderman was gentle enough to let you some time for it.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a soft voice, a familiar voice you couldn't quite pint point.

"Yeah, yes, thank you." you replied out of breath.

"Good." he let go of you, preparing to swing again to battle "Stay here, I promise I'll come to get you down from here when it's safe to do so."

And then it hit you, you knew that voice all too well.

"Peter?" you asked, eyes wide and mouth hang open.

"What?" the eyes of his suit widened too, and his tone expressed surprise "P-peter? Pff who is Peter? Definitely not me."

You blinked, shocked and eyebrows arched, it was Peter, no doubt about it. His dorky reply was everything you needed to confirm you suspicion.

"I know it's you, you're so bad at lying." the monotone you gave him made his body hair bristle and not because of his spidey-sense "So that's what you've been hiding. Ever since High School... That explains so much."

Peter was horrified, you had discovered his facade and there was no way he could convince you he wasn't Peter Parker. Years of being Spiderman without no one knowing apart from Gwen, and now you found out just because of his voice. He had to give you that, you were smart, really smart.

"I- Look, please, don't panic." he murmured as he took off his mask, revealing his face "Yes, I'm Spiderman, and I've been since the beginning."

"Holly shit." was the only thing you could mumble, still shocked at the information that sweet and dorky Peter Parker was, indeed, the strongest super hero of New York.

"I'll explain everything to you, I promise," he said as he put his mask on again and walked towards the end of the roof "but first let me take that villain out."

You just nodded, dumbfounded, as Peter Parker swinged to battle again and left you there to think about what happened. So he was Spiderman, and for what he said he also was Spiderman when you both were teenagers. So Gwen...

"Oh my God, poor Peter..." you mumbled, it pained you to think that he was there when his first girlfriend died, a very beautiful person she was, you remembered her from some classes, she had always been kind to you.

But then, you thought, that meant that the day you gave him his translation and arrived late he didn't oversleep as he said; he was the one to stop the two robberies! The poor man was living a double life, he didn't even have a peer to share the burden of taking care of the city with.

You were worried, watching him fighting against the wolfman, receiving scratches. But you had you have faith in him, he had been Spiderman for years and you had always admired the hero, so him being Peter Parker shouldn't change anything. But it did, you liked the man and the thought of him being at risk and in danger was driving you mad.

Ten minutes later, the red and blue suit appeared on your line of sight again, approaching you and landing in front of you. He took his mask off, a few scratches visible on his cheeks, a line of blood running down the corner of his mouth, but he still smiled kindly at you. His eyes closed and his teeth showed, giving him the appearance of a kid who had just committed the biggest mischief he could think of. You just shook your head and chuckled, looking at him with bright eyes and a bit of incredibility.

"Are you okay?" you asked, observing his little wounds.

"Yes, nothing I'm not used to by now." he replied, his smile still there "I owe you an explanation."

"I wouldn't say owe... But I do want one." you nodded, biting your bottom lip in amusement.

"Then come with me, it will be better to talk when I'm not dressed in tights and not bleeding." he joked, grabbing your waist and lifting you two in the air.

You wanted to scream, not out of fear, but out of adrenaline. Now that you weren't on the brick of death you took your time to gaze at the city below you, a sight worthy of a painting.

"And that's all." Peter said. You two had swinged to his apartment, where you had helped him with his wounds and he had told you about his double life in detail, omitting the universe travel he would do once in a while.

"Wow." was the only thing you could say, making him chuckle at you. He put his lips in a line and a small smile plastered, looking at you from below; he was breath-taking "Does anyone else know? What about your aunt May?"

"No! No, no one knows, especially not May." he exclaimed, fidgeting again when he heard his aunt's name "I prefer for her to be kept apart from this."

"So to not put her in danger?" you asked and he nodded.

"I wasn't actually gonna tell you just yet, it's very risky." he commented, passing his hands across his hair "But I guess there are no secrets now."

"It seems so. I'm sorry, for discovering you, I mean."

"It's not your fault being smarter than half the population that knows me and hadn't figured out yet."

"It's the mask." you affirmed, and he locked eyes with you, brow arched until you two exploded in laughter at your obvious claim.

"Thanks, never thought of it."

"You're welcome."

You helped him wash his suit while you chatted a little bit, you remembered seeing him on the news a couple days ago, commenting on his discovery.

"Do you know anything else about your discovery? Any news?"

"Actually, they have invited me to a panel in Brussels to talk about it, Europe has liked it a lot." he commented nonchalantly.

"Peter! That's awesome!" you exclaimed, turning to look at him fully "I'm really happy for you! You deserve it."

"Your translation helped a lot, not gonna lie." he said, smiling "Thank you again, they loved it and they are considering nominating me to the Nobel Prize in Physics."

"Oh my Lord, Peter! How long have you known about this?"

"A week." he shrugged, resting his shoulder on the wall while looking at you with a smirk.

"And you haven't told me! Parker, after you pick up the prize, I'm murdering you." you exclaimed, feigning indignation.

"That is, if I win it." Peter replied, biting his bottom lip, thinking about the possibilities of losing it.

"To whom? You literally discovered the multiverse! What could be better than that?"

"I don't know, maybe someone discovers a way to work out without tiring yourself." he shrugged his shoulders again.

"... Yeah, that would be better." he looked at you as if you had just stabbed him, mouth hanging open and betrayal plastered on his face.

"You little traitor..." he murmured, starting to chase after you while you laughed at him, running across the apartment with him just behind you.

You loved your time with Peter because of this type of situations, they were so organic, so natural, they just came with the flow of life, making you feel alive and happy. When he caught you, he hugged you from the back and lifted you, spinning you both around while laughing.

After begging, he put you down, assuring that your feet where on the ground and you were stabilized. You turned around, a wide smile on your face mimicking his, breathing irregular from both running and laughing, his chest going up and down fast, proving he was still catching his breath. He looked gorgeous, eyes bright and soft staring at yours directly. A slight blush prominent on his cheeks, his nose a little wrinkled.

That's when you noticed that his eyes were going from looking at your eyes to your lips and on repeat once and once again. You weren't going to lie, a kiss from him was what you had been wanting for a couple of weeks now, worried that he didn't feel the same about you.

When you noticed his breath on your lips was when you realized he had slightly closed the distance. You locked your gaze with his, eyes close halfway, pupils dilatated, looking at you as if you were the only thing he wanted in that exact moment.

Closing the distance, you took his upper lip between yours, starting the kiss. It was passionate, uncovering the non-spoken feelings both of you had developed. Your hands went to his neck, caressing the hair of his nape, while his hands grabbed your waist and pushed you closer to him. His tongue entered your mouth, taking the little breath you had left away, your mind dizzy and your nose filled of his perfume. Noses touching, lips and tongue showing the love you hadn't been able to talk about before.

When you separated, your foreheads touched, eyes still close and breathing completely uncontrolled. You took a moment to process the kiss, to feel his body against yours, to soak yourself in his being, wanting nothing more than open your eyes to look at him.

So you did, and the sight made your knees weak. He had, again, his eyes close halfway looking at you in the purest and softest way anyone had ever looked at you like, a little smirk in his lips, giving you a little peck.

"I guess this means you like me, too." whispered Peter, bumping his nose with yours.

"Absolutely." you answered, bringing his lips closer to yours to kiss him again.

Walking to the office had never been easy. Peter hadn't stayed the night, so you had woken up alone to another horrible Monday. But, today had been different, your apartment looked dissimilar, posters that should be there weren't, and ones you had never seen where hung in your walls. The distribution of the kitchen also was strange, and the sofa on your living room had a different colour.

You couldn't understand anything, there was no explanation for it, and when you walked outside everything seemed... odd. It wasn't easy to explain, but the atmosphere was bizarre, not the typical New York air you usually breath.

The stores you usually see on your way to work weren't there at all, now they had different names and sold the opposite of what they should. You furrowed your eyes, what could be happening?

Everything turned to dust when you arrived at your workplace. Where offices should be, now laid a cinema. You were confused, were you dreaming? Was this a massive joke no one had told you about? Were they recording a new film and this was the set?

You looked around, no one seemed faced by the changes you were noticing, continuing their lives as if nothing was wrong. You decided to walk around the walk and see if, indeed, it was a cinema set and your office was just behind. It wasn't. The Cinema building continued on, so there were no possibilities of your working place to be behind.

Maybe you were in the wrong part of the city, so you took your mobile phone and looked in Google Maps. You were in the correct place, though your building was, as it said, inexistent. What was happening?

You wandered around, trying to search for a familiar face, for a familiar place, but this wasn't the New York you knew.

It was then when you saw a red and blue suit swinging around. 'Peter!' you thought, following him as you could, trying to attract his attention. There was no use, he didn't see you, so you continued running and following him with your sight so you didn't lose him.

After touring the whole city until reaching Brooklyn, you stopped to catch your breath. Could Peter know what was happening? Maybe, but at least he was a familiar face and you would feel safe with him. You continued walking in search of your lover and saw him in the roof of a building.

"Spiderman!" you shouted, hoping for him to hear you "Spiderman!"

The man turned his head in your direction, getting off the roof immediately and approaching you. That was when you noticed his suit was also different, it looked very modern, as if it had technology in it. When did Peter change his suit?

But it was too late to keep thinking, as Spiderman was in front of you "Is everything okay, ma'am? Do you need my help?"

"Peter, thank God I have found you," you started, nearly panicking "my apartment looked different, the stores have changed, my workplace isn't there anymore and... even your suit looks out of place!"

"H-how do you know...?" Spiderman started, narrowing his eyes. You looked at him confused "How do you know my name?"

"What do you mean? We're dating..." then it hit you, his voice was different, not the deep voice of your Peter "Aren't you... Aren't you Peter Parker?"

"What?" the eyes of his suit widened, looking around to see who else was listening "How do you know my name? How do you know who I am? What do you mean we're dating?"

The man was attacking you with questions, leaving you dumbfounded and very confused, an anxiety attack growing in your chest. What was happening?

"So you're Peter Parker..." you claimed, and he just looked at you "But you don't sound like him."

Peter's eyes widened again, as if he had just realized something. He tried to grab your wrist, but you took your hand away and backed away from him, afraid. If he wasn't your Peter, who was he?

"Don't be scare! I know what's happening! Please, come with me." he pleaded, offering his hand to you.

You looked at it and then to his masked face, not sure if you should take it "Who are you?"

"I'm Peter Parker, just not your Peter Parker." he said, confusing you even more. He must had noticed, because he started explaining it briefly "There are different universes, a-"

"Multiverse." you finished for him and he nodded "I know, my boyfriend discovered it."

"So you're related to that Peter." he mumbled for himself. That Peter? "I'm Peter Parker and I'm Spiderman, and the Peter you know is, too, just in your universe."

"My universe? That means I'm not in my universe!?" you exclaimed, starting to panic even more, wanting nothing more than to return to wherever your universe was and to your Peter.

"N-no, it isn't." Spiderman replied, shaking his head and tone soft, almost afraid of you "But don't worry! The Peter you know is here, I can bring you to him!"

You doubted at first, you didn't know anything about him, but you also didn't know anything about the New York you were in. Taking a deep breath, you took his hand, hoping for what he said to be true. Delicately, he grabbed your waist and lifted you with him, swinging around Brooklyn. Even the way he swinged was different.

Not even two minutes later, he helped you enter an apartment through the window. Once your feet touched the ground, you looked around. It was a small living room, with just a coach and a small TV. You could hear voices, male voices, coming from another room. You looked back and Spiderman was closing the window and the curtains before taking off his mask.

"You're a kid!" you exclaimed when you observed his young features, a kind smile on his mouth. So, even in a different universe, Peter Parker was a kind man-kid.

"Hello, I'm Peter Parker." he said, introducing himself formally.

"Y/n L/n." you replied.

"Oh! So you are Peter's girlfriend! Come, he's in that room with the other Peters." he commented, grabbing your wrist again and bringing you with him to the room next to the one you were in.

The first thing you noticed was it looked like a lab, many scientific things you couldn't even name around in tables and moved by two men. One was an older man, probably in his 40s, but with a face that shouted 'cinnamon roll'. The other one was you lover, your Peter.

You stood on the door, dumbfounded again. "So this is how you discovered the multiverse." your Peter looked up at the sound of your voice, eyes widened and approaching you at a fast pace.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" he asked, hugging you tight.

You let yourself have it, getting drunk on his scent and relaxing in his embrace, your face in the crook of his neck. You hugged him back, grounding yourself a little, recognizing the feeling of his hands on you and his breathing on the top of your head.

You separated a bit, observing his white lab coat and the jersey he had been wearing yesterday at your date. His hair was tousled and his glasses where crooked, but he still looked adorable.

"I-I don't know! I woke up and my apartment wasn't my apartment and Spiderman wasn't you and-" you started rumbling, hands trembling and eyes focused on the ground.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm here now." he mumbled in your hair, pressing you to him again and giving a kiss to your temple "You have travelled across universes, but we'll return home soon, I promise."

"But how have I d-done that? A-and when are we returning home?" you whispered, face pressed to his neck and hugging him as if your life depended on it.

"Probably because of the conditions Dr. Strange have set to his spell-"

"Spell!? Magic exists!?" you exclaimed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"It does," he chuckled, his right hand caressing your hair with affection and eyes calmed "and that's how you have ended here. I think."

You nodded, too shocked to comprehend anything he was telling you. Magic? As in Harry Potter? And why was a wizard a doctor? You then noticed someone gazing at you, and you saw the other two men looking at you two, lips pressed in a line and swinging from side to side... Just with their feet, nothing too spidey.

Your Peter followed your gaze and smiled, turning to the other two men and bringing you with him, arm around your shoulder and not letting you go, keeping you near him to help you calm down.

"Both of them are Peter Parker," he started and the older man greeted you with a nod of his head and a warm smile "they're me in different realities."

"Hello, Y/n." the older Peter said, waving and moving his fingers "It's nice to meet you, Peter has talked a lot about you."

"Yeah, man! He's whipped." the younger Peter nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide.

"There was no need to say that." Your Peter coughed awkwardly and scratched his neck in nervousness. You just found the interaction wholesome, he really liked you, enough to talk about you to his other 'him'.

"Oh! That reminds me," young Peter started, going to the lab and grabbing a bottle. He then came back to you three "Peter told us you were a translator."

"That's right." you mumbled shyly and Peter squeezed you a bit, encouraging you as if to tell you you were safe with the other two men.

"We need help with this one, we can't understand the language and Google isn't doing a good job translating." he said, lending you the bottle.

"We are trying to help Peter recover his girlfriend and friends." older Peter said, and you looked at your Peter confused.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you when we are home." you nodded and he gave you a peck, letting you go so you could go work and help them understand what that bottle had and what it did.

You followed younger Peter to the lab, turning back to look at your Peter who just gave you an encouraging smile, leaving you at ease.

While you were reading the label and translating it in a notebook young Peter had given you, the other two Peters were looking at you. One with softness and love, the other with pride.

"You found your MJ, amazing Spiderman." older Peter said, patting the other Peter's back with affection.

The other man didn't take his eyes off you, watching you interact with the younger Peter with a small smile, sighing at how beautiful you looked "Yes, at last."

593 notes · View notes

cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

Text

It’s All in the Perspective

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4491

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Gun Violence, Minor Character Injury, A Peek at Angry Bucky, Explosions (if that’s a warning), Mentions of Stevie (I really miss him, guys)

A/N: So! Here it is! Part 4.3! After long hours of laboring and slaving away - kidding, kidding. I had a bit of trouble with this part, not gonna lie, because there’s a lot of feelings I wanted to try explaining. To do that, there’s a little sort of twist at the end that, once I decided to put in, made the chapter much smoother to write. I wasn’t happy with it at first, but now I’m satisfied.

There’s a lot of things happening in this one; it’s longer than I had anticipated because of the little snippet at the end I added. It’s got a few scene-for-scene things, but I kinda blew past it just to get to the characters’ emotions and stuff. Plus writing action like the shipping yard scene is hard when you’re not focusing entirely on that scene, which I wasn’t.

You’ll notice that the last little bit with Ayo (the Wakandan) isn’t in this. That’s because I couldn’t really find a way to fit it in and I’m assuming it will fit in better with next week’s episode.

Not beta’d, so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you wonderful people for reading and commenting! I enjoy hearing your opinions and what you like about the show and the series! Enjoy the final Part for Episode 3 and stay tuned for an announcement tomorrow about the One Shots I’ll be doing in relation to this series!

FATWS MASTERLIST

cjsinkythoughts MASTERLIST

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

You and Bucky kept sneaking glances at each other as you walked through the dock, weaving between the different colored shipping containers with Sharon leading the way. Every time you caught his eye, his ears turned red and he looked away, scanning your surroundings. Not that you were any better, immediately turning away when he turned your way.

You almost kissed him. Fuck. You couldn’t let that happen. He was your friend. Your teammate. He was the best friend to the man you fell in love with, who just so happened to be your best friend. Your best friend who left you. Your best friend who you promised you would watch out for Bucky.

Bucky…who you also fell in love with. Whether or not it was because of Steve, the fact of the matter was: you loved him. You loved both of them. And you’d never loved anyone like that before. And one left. And the other was trying to navigate through his shitty life. And you weren’t any better. Which is why, you decided in that moment, that no matter how much you wanted to - and holy shit did you want to - you wouldn’t pursue.

Yet. Maybe. Ugh! When did feelings become so complicated?!

When you started having them.

You silently grumbled to yourself, shaking your head clear. You had to focus and be in the moment. Now was not the time to sort out what to do about the suddenly rising emotions towards the cerulean eyed brunette currently burning with you with a gaze you refused to return.

“Alright.” Sharon stopped, making the group stop as well. “He’s in there. Container 4261. I’ll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry; we’re on borrowed time.”

You each grabbed one of the earpieces she held in her palm, slipping it comfortably in your ear. “I’ll stay back with you.” Sharon went to talk, but you cut her off. “I’d feel better knowing it’s not just you out here.”

She pursed her lips, before nodding. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

“Doll-”

“I’ll be fine, Buck.” You insisted, checking your gun to make sure it was loaded. Bucky stayed quiet, nodding in begrudging acceptance.

You and Sharon headed off as the boys went towards the storage unit. “Just like old times, huh?” Sharon raised an eyebrow at you.

You grinned, shoving your gun in the thigh holster she let you borrow. “Let the good times roll, babe.”

“Absolutely.” Sharon winked, before you two split up to cover more ground. It wasn’t long before Sharon announced company and you took off sprinting in her direction.

You got to her just as more thugs approached her from behind, immediately lunging into action.

“Hey, so, we never finished that conversation!”

You grunted as you roundhouse kicked a guy, hooking your knee over his shoulder and pulling him to the ground by the neck “Really?! You wanna do that now?!”

“Sure! I’m not too busy!”

You rolled your eyes at her reply, seeing her knock a guy unconscious before she turned around to knee another one in the face. “What were we talking about?”

“Why’re you holding back?”

“It’s complicated!” You elbowed a guy in the ribs, flipping him over your shoulder and twisting his arm till a sickening crack sounded.

“Because of Steve?!”

“Yes - no! Kind of!”

Sharon was on the floor choking a guy out as you slammed a guy’s head into a shipping container, pushing him at another guy. “You loved him didn’t you?! And I mean, like in love with him!”

“Who?!” You laced your fingers around the back of his head and brought his face down onto his knee.

“Director Fury!” You gave her a look which she snorted at. “Steve, you dumbass! Who else?!”

“Yeah! No shit I was in love with him!” You ran up the side of a storage unit to do a backflip and land on some guy’s shoulders, choking him out. Before he fell, you rolled off, tripping a guy in the process and elbowing his throat.

“Well at least you’re admitting it now!”

You were hit in the back of the head, thrown into a wrestle with another guy on the ground. You bit his hand, making him cry out, before you headbutted him.

“You couldn’t even hear his name without having to remind people you were ‘just friends’!”

“We were just friends, Share! You know that!”

You heard her shoot of a gun a few times as you smacked someone in the back of the head with the butt of your gun, trying to save ammo. “You really never did anything about it?!”

“No!”

She glanced at you incredulously from across the way, bodies now littering the ground. “And you don’t regret that?”

“No.” You sighed at her look, relenting. “Yes. Kind of. I dunno. I mean…he’s happy with his decision, and for me that’s enough.”

“But doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts. It hurts like hell. But-”

“But you still have him so it’s all good.”

You bit your lip, shrugging. “Something like that.”

Sharon tilted her head, confused. “So why don’t you tell him?”

“I dunno. I don’t think either of us is ready.”

“C’mon. I saw you two earlier. You should’ve just kissed him.”

Rolling your eyes, you frowned when you noticed something missing. “Ah shit. My ear piece. It must’ve fallen out earlier.” You looked around, but Sharon stopped you, nodding her head between a couple shipping containers.

“Don’t worry about it. Mine broke a little while ago, too. Let’s go get the guys. Tell them we need to leave.”

You nodded and started running with her to the unit Nagel’s lab was in. You followed her around the corner, only to widen your eyes and shove her out of the way. Two gunshots rang out, Sharon catching the guy right between the eyes, while the man’s bullet grazed your shoulder.

“Ow, fuck.” You hissed, hand immediately going up to clamp your wound.

“Dammit! You shouldn’t have done that, you idiot!”

You gave her a look. “You’re welcome.”

Rolling her eyes, she quickly tore off part of your shirt. “Hey!”

“First off, this is my shirt. Second, I’m just making it more of a crop top. Third, it’s your own fault, so quit your whining.”

“Touchy touchy.” You grumbled, wincing when she tied it around your arm.

“Just come on. And hey,” she turned to you as she sprinted with your wrist in her hold. “My advice? Don’t wait. Seriously. I know it must be weird, the whole he’s his best friend, he was your best friend, now he’s your best friend, thing you’ve got going on, but there’s nothing else stopping you. Steve made his choice. And he’d be fine with whatever you choose as long as you’re happy.”

You shook your head. “But Bucky’s still healing-”

“So? He’s already been on dates. I think you’re just using that as an excuse to protect your heart from hurting again. Trust me; Barnes isn’t going anywhere.”

Not able to respond since you were making your way to the guys in Nagel’s lab, you bit your lip, hating that she got the last say in the conversation. She definitely planned it so she would. “We’re outta time, fellas.”

As if things couldn’t get worse Zemo - that fucking snake, you knew he was gonna do something stupid - took out a gun he got from who knows where. You sure as hell didn’t let him have a gun. Before you could stop him, he shot Nagel, your best, your only, lead.

“Goddammit!” You growled as Sam and Sharon restrained him. “You fucking-”

The explosion came next, again happening faster than you could react. Bucky grabbed you and pulled you underneath him, covering you with his body as glass and metal flew around you. With ringing ears, you groaned, squinting your eyes open.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You were vaguely aware of the alarms going off, a red light blinking behind Bucky’s head. You nodded, his worried eyes softening just slightly at your response. “We gotta get out-”

“I know, I know. C’mon.” He helped you up, eyes catching sight of the makeshift bandage on your arm. “Dammit, what did you do?”

“I’m fine.” You pushed his hands off. “Go help Sharon. We’ve gotta move. Now.” He huffed, but nodded and moved over to get Sharon. You tried to see where Zemo went through the smoke, but he was already gone.

You four made it just before the whole thing combusted due to the chemicals in the lab. So much for any evidence or leads.

The moment you got out, you were thrust into a gunfight, rolling your eyes as Bucky and Sam, once again, did their own thing.

“Are they always like this?”

“Usually it’s worse. Wait until they start arguing about who was right.” Sharon gave you an unamused look to which you nodded at, ducking when a bullet whizzed by you. “I know. It’s so annoying.”

Sure enough, when Bucky ran out of bullets, the bickering commenced, making you huff and Sharon shout at them. “Are they serious?”

You shot a few more bullets before your gun started clicking. “Dammit. Unfortunately.”

“I’m out!”

“Me too!”

Another explosion and a person you couldn’t see clearly through the haze caused a distraction for you guys to get away, Sam practically shoving you and Sharon into an open shipping container as Bucky took care of a couple more bounty hunters.

“What happened? Both of your comms went out.” Bucky growled once he came in behind you, grabbing your forearm to study your wound.

“It’s just a graze. Chill your ass down. I lost my earpiece and Sharon’s broke.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, his voice low with warning. “What. Happened.”

“We rounded a corner, the guy was there. I shoved Sharon, he shot, she shot, I got hit, he’s now dead. Happy?”

“You promised.” He snapped, finger tightening on your arm. “You said you’d save yourself first.”

“Buck, let go.” Grabbing his wrist, you tugged a bit, wincing slightly. “Seriously. Stop. That hurts.”

He blinked, his features slacking and his fingers immediately dropping your arm. “Doll, I-I…fuck.” He turned to go punch through the back wall to get out of the unit you were in.

Before you could respond and tell him it was fine, the Baron himself drove up in a slick blue convertible. You groaned at Bucky’s response to Zemo. “We need him.” God, you were getting tired of hearing that.

“You’re lucky I don’t bash your head in.” You growled at him.

“If you try that shit again-”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Sam raised an eyebrow when Bucky got into the passenger’s seat with no hesitation, looking at you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you shrugged and slipped into the back with Sam. Bucky and you always took the back seat. You had ever since the dumb little blue car Steve got.

You hugged Sharon in parting, knowing she couldn’t come with. “Hey.” She looked at you sternly. “Take a leap.”

“We’ll see.” You told her, sitting down and buckling.

“Do better than that, Y/L/N. And get me that pardon you promised me.” She told Sam, pointing at him..

“Thanks for everything.” She nodded, before jogging off in the opposite direction you’d be heading. Sam turned back to the front, an annoyed expression crossing his face. “You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?”

“No.”

You snickered as Sam shot you a glare, Zemo starting to drive the car out of the shipping yard, away from the chaos.

****************

You collapsed onto the seat in front of Bucky, leaning onto the knee he had propped up against the back. He glanced up at you, face blank, before looking back down at his metal hand he was cleaning.

“Here. Let me see-”

“I got it.” He grumbled, shifting away from where your hands reached for his.

Your eyes widened, stunned at his reaction. “Bucky, just let me-”

“I said no, Y/N.” Your name. Again. You can’t remember him calling you ‘doll’ since before the shipping yard explosion.

“Are you okay?” He merely grunted. You straightened off his leg, swatting his knees with the back of your hand. “Hey.”

He shifted again, planting his feet on the floor. “Stop.”

“No.”

He shot you a warning glare. “Y/N-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“It’s your name, isn’t it?”

“What is wrong with you?” You scrunched up your features in confusion and concern. “Is this about my arm? I told you it’s fine.” You got no response except his eye flickering to your now properly bandaged shoulder. “Why are you acting so weird?”

He shrugged. “I’m not.”

You scoffed in disbelief, jaw dropping. “You’re not.”

“Nope.”

“Fine.” You stood up, brushing your legs off, the bare skin having splotches and smears of dirt and dust. “If you wanna be like that, go ahead. Brood. Be a child. When you’re ready to talk to me about whatever the hell is bothering you, like an adult, I’ll be in the back room.”

You only took two steps before he called out for you. “Doll.” You turned around, an expectant look on your features as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one foot. He looked up at you nervously, before looking down and picking at the metal plates of his hand. “I got scared.”

Your features softened, your head tilting gently. “Scared?”

“When you stopped talking. You and Sharon…you were talking. But both of your comms went down around the same time and I…it scared me. I-I don’t get scared anymore. Not the way I did when your voice stopped. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” His voice got quieter at the last sentence, his eyes looking to the purple handprint on your forearm.

“It was an accident, Buck.” You reassured him, settling back down in front of him. “It’s fine. You were still reeling it in from the bar. I know it’s hard for you to judge your strength like that. Steve had problems like that too.” You looked down at the rag he was holding, putting your hand out.

He licked his lips, before handing you the rag. You got off the couch to shift so you were sitting between his legs, his chest to your back. Holding his metallic hand between both of yours, you set to work, gingerly wiping away the grime, picking at the filth that wedged itself between the plates.

“He,” you chuckled, shaking your head at the moment you were remembering. “He accidentally gave me a concussion once when we were sparring. At first it was awesome; he got me my favorite take out and took me to the movies and all that. But then he just started getting annoying. Wouldn’t even let me reach for the TV remote on the coffee table a yard away.”

“Can I ask you something?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly when you felt his chin hooking on your shoulder, giving him more room. “How long did you love him?”

Freezing, you raised an eyebrow and turned to face him. “What?”

“You and Sharon. When you were talking…your comms were on.”

“How-” You swallowed thickly, a lump suddenly forming in the back of your throat. “How much did you hear?”

“Yours went out right after you admitted you were in love with him. Hers went out after you said you were just friends.”

Holding in a sigh of relief, you went back to cleaning his hand. “I don’t really know exactly when it happened. After the Battle of New York, maybe. So 2012, I guess? I dunno. I was getting up from falling for him, though. A few years later.”

“Was?”

“I - yeah. I kind of…fell again.”

He hummed, leaning back, taking his chin off your shoulder and unwinding his arm from your waist. “He’s an easy person to fall for. Hell, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on him once upon a time.”

You chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow over your shoulder at him. “I never said I fell for him again. But, yeah. You’re right.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You like someone else?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Oh…” He cleared his throat as you went back to his hand. “Uh…so you don’t still love him? Steve, I mean?”

“He was the first person I really loved, Bucky. A part of me will always love him.”

Bucky fingers twitched in your hold, the fingers on his other hand tapping against his thigh. “You know…he loved you too.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“It’s true-”

“He left, James. If he loved me, why would he leave?”

You could feel his hesitation as his next words left his lips. “I-I dunno.” That was a lie. You could hear it in his voice. If there was one person Steve trusted more than you, it was Bucky. Of course he knew.

“Listen, I really don’t want to talk about this-”

“It’s in the notebook.” You bit your lip as Bucky shifted, pulling out the little notebook from his pocket. “He made lists - he liked lists. He made lists of things you said that made him laugh. Songs that reminded him of you. Little quirks you do that he noticed over the years. He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

“James, please-”

“He didn’t want me to let you know. But I had to tell you. You have to know. He loved you.”

You let out a shaky breath as he placed the book on your thigh. You stared at it for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it in his left hand, closing his fingers around it and standing up. “I think…I’m gonna go rest for a bit in the back room. Holler if you need me.”

You didn’t wait for a response, moving quickly to the small back room of the plane which you got dressed in only a couple days ago. It only had one arm chair and instead of a door there was a curtain, but you were fine with that, plopping down in the chair and reclining.

Why? Why would he bring that up? Did he hear more than he said? Was he trying to let you down easy before you could even tell him how you felt? Did he get spooked after dancing? After the almost-kiss?

You never thought of Steve in the wrong. After all he’d done for the world in his life, he deserved to be selfish - to be happy. And Peggy gave him that. But why? Why would he leave if he loved you so dearly? If he really did what Bucky said? He wouldn’t. He’s not cruel. He wouldn’t up and leave, without even saying goodbye, knowing how deeply you loved him and feeling the same about you. This was Steven Grant Rogers for crying out loud! He wouldn’t…right?

But Bucky…he wouldn’t lie to you. He wouldn’t tell you that, especially knowing how much you missed the lovable blonde. And you knew his words held at least some truth. Actions spoke louder than words, and as something Bucky said repeated itself in your mind, you started slipping into a memory, your eyes shutting and your breaths evening out.

“He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

The incessant knocking made you groan, shouting that you were coming and mumbling curses. You barely threw open the door before his worried voice hit your ears. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?”

“Stevie.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes and looking over at the clock on the wall. “Bubs…it’s two in the morning. I just got back, like, an hour ago.”

He shuffled, pink lips in a pout, eyes round and distressed. “I know, honey. I know. I’m sorry. But I heard you got hurt-”

You shook your head, a small giggle of amusement leaving your lips and you lifted your right hand, letting him see the black split holding your ring and pinky fingers. “I jammed my fingers in a door. The doc said I’ll be fully healed in a month at most.”

His eyes darted across your face and down your body, scanning for any more injuries. After glancing at your hands again, they finally landed on your eyes once more. Next thing you knew, you were being held against his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. You hummed softly, running your fingers down his spine, moving the two of you deeper into your apartment so you could shut the door.

“Don’t ever do that again. I gotta have faith in something and if you come home hurt, it’ll be crushed.”

Your eyebrows knit together. At his strange wording. “What’s that mean?”

“It means you have to promise me you’ll stay safe, honey.” He pulled back and held your face between his hands. “Please.”

“I can promise I’ll try my best.” You teased lightly, smiling at him and booping his nose, making him grin, although it was strained. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? We’ll turn on some TV in my room and you can keep me safe while I get much needed sleep.”

That made his grin relax into a real one, his head nodding in agreement. “Sounds perfect.”

“C’mon, bubs.” You took his hand, leading him to your room. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll catch some zzzz’s too.”

><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

“What the hell was that?”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was gaping at him in utter disbelief, looking from the assassin to the doorway Y/N just walked through. “She needed to know.”

“Buck, she’s been dealing with some shit. And we both know something’s going on that she isn’t telling us. Her “zoning out” isn’t just zoning out, and we know that. She doesn’t need you confusing her even more.”

“Confusing her?”

Sam blinked, his troubled expression falling into a deadpan. “Are you fucking with me? No. There’s no way you’re that naive. Seriously?! Man, c’mon!”

Bucky scrunched up his face. “What?”

“She likes you, man! Everyone knows it!”

The brunette shook his head, forehead creased. “No. No, you heard her, Sam. She’s in love with Steve.”

“Was in love. As in past tense.”

“But-but she said- she likes someone else-”

“Barnes!” Sam threw his hands up, exasperated. “You are someone else!”

“I thought you two were already-”

Bucky pointed warningly at Zemo. “Watch it. Wait, wait-” He turned back to Sam. “But I heard her-”

“Bucky…man…” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Listen, I can’t tell you everything. I’m not about to break my girl’s trust like that. But you gotta hear me when I tell you she likes you. What do you think almost happened at the party?”

“She - I - it was…an accident?”

Sam spluttered, eyes wide. “An accident? You two grinding and nearly making out was an accident?!”

“Woah! We were not…grinding-”

Zemo hummed. “Hmm…you kind of were.”

Bucky glared at him. “Thin. Fucking. Ice.” He whipped back to Sam. “I just remind her of him.”

“What?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! You remind her of Steve? Yes, granted your both dumbasses, but she knows both of you enough to know there’s quite a few big differences.”

“Wilson-”

Sam held up his hand, shutting Bucky up. “You like her. Yes or no.”

Bucky huffed, looking down at the hand she was holding only minutes ago. “Yes.” He finally relented. “Since the first couple months in Wakanda.”

“Steve liked her. Yes or no.”

He ran a hand through his hair, nodding his head. “Yes. Yes he liked her. I wasn’t lying about that.”

“So explain something to me.” Sam crossed his arms. “Why is it that Steve isn’t here, and you are?”

Bucky crossed his arms, brooding - although he’d never admit it - while staring out the window. “Steve…knew. I liked her. And, yes, he loved her, but he also loved Peggy. So he…”

“He told you to take your chance with Y/N, and he went back to be with his first love.”

HYDRA’s former fist nodded with a sigh. “Something like that.”

“You need to tell her.”

“I can’t.”

Sam groaned. “Why not?!”

“Because!” Bucky took a breath, trying not to shout and alert the sleeping girl in the room over, his ears tuning into her slowed heartbeat to make sure she was okay. “Because Steve has her heart, Sam. The whole thing just…I’m jealous of him. Because he got her first. And then I get mad because he didn’t do shit about it. And then I feel guilty because all the shit he put up with for me and here I am complaining…and then I just get…depressed because he’s not here. I used to be the one who fixed his problems. But after I got out…he’s been the one fixing mine. And I just…I don’t know what to do.”

Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes. “I get it. That’s valid. But stop whining and moping around about it. It happened. And you need to get your shit together. If not for your sake, for hers. Because she lost him too. And she’s probably feeling those exact same feelings.”

“But…she’s his girl-”

“No. She’s not. He made his choice.” Sam nodded towards Bucky. “Now you gotta make yours, Buckaroo.”

He shot him a glare. “You can’t call me that.”

“Why not? Y/N calls you that.”

“Y/N has a plan.”

“We both know that’s not true, Buckaroo. Hey! That one rhymed!”

Bucky shook his head with a scowl. “I will beat your ass, Wilson.”

Sam scoffed, shoving Bucky’s head playfully. “Stop being a dumbass and tell her. Buckaroo.”

“That’s it!”

Bucky tackled Sam to the ground, Zemo giving them an amused expression before leaving to talk to Oeznik. They were so wrapped up in their wrestling session, they didn’t notice the woman leaning against the wall, tired eyes barely opened as her eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Are you fellas done?’

They both stopped, shooting up when they noticed her. “Doll, I-”

She shook her head. “Don’t, Buck. Not right now. I’m just really tired.”

“Did we wake you?” Sam winced.

She shook her head again, yawning. “No. I just needed to use the restroom.”

Bucky couldn’t help the small smile as she rubbed her eyes, stretching her arms overhead, making that ripped crop top ride higher up. She was too cute. And she didn’t even realize it.

“Sleep well, doll. We’ll try to keep it down.”

She nodded, turning and waving over her shoulder. “You two try getting sleep, too, alright? Goodnight, Sammy.”

“Night, cher.”

“Sweetheart?” She peeked through the curtain, tilting her head slightly. “You know I love you, right?”

A small smile quirked up her lips, but it was sadder than the ones his question usually elicited. “As long as you know I love you.”

He nodded, returning the half-smile. “G’night, doll.”

“Goodnight, Buckaroo.”

2K notes · View notes

miyagifangkai · 2 years

Text

Small Pieces

Summary: You have just gone through a very bad breakup in your abusive relationship; you believe that you’re completely alone in dealing with this until you show up to the dojo the next morning with a surprise waiting for you.

Characters Involved: Hawk/Eli, Y/N, Miguel, Demetri, Johnny, Daniel, and a tad bit of Sam like if you squint. Also let’s just say they are all 18+ for the story (:

Warnings: abusive relationship (does not go into extreme detail but enough detail for you to know the reader has been abused), extreme self deprecation, angsty, the reader is all around very sad but gets it back together by the end.

Couple: Hawk x Reader

Word Count: 3,339 she’s long lol I’m sorry

A/N: hey everyone this one is very angsty and very sad but the ending is super fluffy and sweet. I also wrote this from personal experience.. I just wish I had someone to support me at that time.. but hey! I’m still here! Better than ever; always remember it’ll be okay in the end and don’t give up. ❤️❤️❤️

You drive home with tears in your eyes threatening to spill out. You didn’t want to cry because you knew the truth; you had a hunch.

Even when he’d send you home with bruises from violence that you’d have to cover up with copious amounts of makeup so everyone in the dojo wouldn’t notice. You would trust your karate team with anything but this.. this was something that was far too personal; plus you never used what you learned against him. He just meant too much to you even when he’d scream or hurt you, for some reason you convinced yourself that it was your fault and he was doing it out of love. Nobody seemed to notice any ways….

One day, Hawk noticed a funny looking bruise on your arm and not a good bruise. After the lesson Hawk took you off to the side and asked, “Hey, are you okay? I noticed the bruise..” he trailed off expecting a genuine answer from you but all you said was, “I have no idea where that came from? Maybe from a lesson? Got too rough, you know?”

Hawk gave you a doubtful look but decided not to push but he did add, “I don’t know what happened and maybe it was nothing but I’ll fucking kill them..” and you put your hand on his shoulder and give him a small smile and say, “Thank you, Hawk, but I don’t need protecting. I’m a badass!” You chuckle, “But no, really, thanks. I really think it was from a lesson.” Hawk gives you an approving smirk liking your explanation and the purple mohawked boy walks away joining Miguel and the others. You wipe the sweat from your brow and wipe your moist palms on your pants as you take a sigh of relief from what could’ve been bad. Even though Johnny heard the conversation from the background and knew you were lying. You haven’t even been in a sparring match in weeks! But Johnny let you be, he knew you liked to figure things out on your own.

Johnny eventually figured out what was happening between you and your “ex” and offered to beat his ass but you begged him not to get involved and that this was your mess. Johnny wanted to help but you always shot him down and threatened to quit karate if he did; so out of respect he let you handle things on your own… most of the time.

You always find your way back to him despite the many times of you telling yourself that you’re done and that he’s toxic; he would just send one message and have you eating out of the palm of his hand again. You’ve never felt more alone in your life when you caught him with her. The sight of her made your stomach churn with betrayal and pain. You loved him and all he ever did was hurt you over and over again. It’s not fair that he gets to feel okay about never being with you again while you have to sit back and pick up the pieces of your own heart. You wished the sun wouldn’t come up the next morning and everything just be over and completely dissolve into thin air.. but unfortunately, you knew that’d never happen. You had to help yourself again and almost completely heal yourself until he’d ruin you again.

You arrive at your house and finally let yourself break while you sit in your idling car. You couldn’t believe something like this could ever happen to you. You used to be so headstrong and tough but when it came to him you just folded.. every time. “God, you’re pathetic.” You chanted to yourself over and over again. “You’re a piece of shit. You meant nothing. Why are you fucking crying? This is all your fault. You made him not love you. He’s too good for you. He had to find someone better,” you cry out. You start to dry up your tears, turn off the car, and get out. You go inside your house and decide to take a long hot shower so your sobs would be hidden under the sounds of the water splashing.

You step out of your shower and mumble to yourself, “God, you’re disgusting. No wonder he left.” You step out of your bathroom and away from the mirror. You slip into your pajamas and lay down, slowly drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you wake up at 7a.m. sharp and get ready for your Miyagi Fang class. Putting on some light makeup to hide your fading bruises and the very apparent bags under your eyes. “Don’t you dare let them know how much of a pathetic whiner that you are,” you say to yourself in the mirror. You give yourself one last long look as your stomach churns again just by the sight of you. You eventually get your car keys and head off to the dojo. As you arrive you are greeted by the three musketeers Hawk, Demetri, and Miguel, “Good morning!!” You love seeing their smiling faces almost every morning. You wave back and smile, “Good morning boys! How are you doing?” They look at you with mischievous glints in their eyes as Hawk answers, “we are doing just fine, Princess.” Miguel steps in front of Hawk as Demetri tries to grab his arm and exclaims, “Okay! I can’t hold it in much longer but we totally have a surprise for you inside!” Hawks punches Miguel’s arm, “what the fuck, dude?! All of that work for you to almost spoil it like that? Seriously?” And Demetri adds, “This is very important business, Eli! Are you kidding?” You laugh at the boys and say, “so! Before Miguel spoils anything else can you just take me to it, already?” They all nod and lead the way. As you step inside you’re greeted by the members of the dojo and both of your Sensei’s screaming, “SURPRISE Y/N!” You put your hands over your mouth to hide your excitement as you start to jump up and down out of pure anxiety. You had completely forgotten that it was your own birthday due to your parents always working and being forgetful that you exist. “I cannot.. I honestly.. oh my God, thank you guys,” you burst into tears from pure happiness. Everyone surrounds you in a group hug, at least the best group hug they can muster, but a group hug nonetheless! Everyone starts to step back and let go of each other besides Hawk, Miguel, and Demetri, your three best friends.

“Okay, jackasses! Get off of her. We wanna see her too,” Johnny exclaims.

Johnny and you had more of a father daughter relationship due to the endless rides home, him making you and Miguel dinner, and even when you and Hawk get fucked up Johnny takes you two in; Hell, when your car broke down while you were hanging out with Demetri Jonny was there to save the day. Johnny was your protection ever since the day you met him and you couldn’t ask for a better Sensei and father figure than him, despite his many flaws, but you took what you could get. The boys let go of you when Hawk accidentally touches one of your bruises on your arm too roughly and you quietly wince. Johnny notices but the two boys don’t; Johnny plans to talk to you later about that.

You make your way around the room talking to everyone and accepting your birthday wishes from everyone. It was hard trying to keep a happy face. The constant smile so they wouldn’t know that you had wished for the world to end the night before; so they wouldn’t know that you’ve been stuck in a toxic relationship for more than two years now. Funny, how no one had a clue. Crazy how you could still feel so alone in a crowd of people.

After you make your rounds you approach your best friends and ask, “So this is what you three have been up to lately?” The three of them nod eagerly and Hawk says, “You love it, right? How couldn’t you? We threw you the best birthday ever!” Demetri softly taps Eli’s shoulder and says, “Ah, yes. He’s the birthday king! Always had rockin’ birthday parties!” You laugh and say, “Okay, yes. I love it! And I cannot thank you three enough for everything you’ve done for me. It’s so nice to know that we have a birthday king in our midst,” you jokingly bow towards Hawk, “Nah, but really I love you guys so much, honestly.” Miguel says, “you’re so welcome. Of course, we would do anything for you! I love you, very platonically. We do not need another Sam and Tory situation,” you smile at him and say, “yes 100% platonically. I love Sam and you together. You’re both so happy! I’m happy for you two!” This pains you to say, not because you wanted Miguel, it was because you wanted someone to be able to love you like Miguel loves Sam.

Miguel looks at you and says, “you’re my number one best friend, Y/N, don’t tell them'' and sends a wink towards Hawks’ way which causes Demetri to burst out laughing because he knew about Hawks little crush on you as you to jump up and down and exclaim, “OH MY GOSH!! I’m better than Eli, the birthday king? Even better than Demetri? Are you sure? Silly old me? Better than these two binary brothers?” You point at Hawk and Demetri and poke Hawks' chest because he was closer. As the boys start to laugh again.. you can also see a slight blush on Eli’s cheeks when you poked him but you ignored it.

You hug them again as Miguel and Demetri let’s go, you can still feel Hawks lingering touch on the small of your back as he mumbles, “hey, meet me at my place after the party.” You nod your head at him and notice the same looks again, Demetri and Miguel both with mischievous smiles, as you start walking towards Johnny.

You give him a huge hug and say, “Thank you for letting them stupidheads set this up for me. I really appreciate it, Sensei.” Johnny gives you a huge smile and says, “Anytime! Anything for my favorite student.” Tears start to prick your eyes as Johnny says this and he notices, “hey! No. Don’t cry at your birthday party. Don’t be a loser,” he places his hand on your shoulder and looks at you “do not cry at this party, okay? Is he hurting you again? Are you sure you don’t want me to kick his ass?” You give Johnny a warning glare, “I’m fine. They’re fading. It’s in the past but thank you for the concern, Sensei.” You give Johnny another hug as you hear Daniel scream out, “So, are we ready for some cake?” Everyone yells, “Yes! We do!”

They roll out the cake towards you.

The cake was a Gi, an Eagle Fang Gi, with candles that read “Happy Birthday” and “19” on them. Everyone starts to sing “Happy Birthday” and you keep catching Hawks glances towards you, it’s like the dude had total heart eyes for you all of a sudden. You blow out your candles and wish. You wished for someone to be able to love you for better and for worse.

The party steadily comes to an end after everyone finishes their cake and starts to say their goodbyes laced in with a couple of “Happy Birthdays”. Daniel starts to clean up and you ask, “Sensei Larusso? Do you need any help? I don’t mind.” And Daniel chuckles, “Of course not. It’s your party. I’m just glad you enjoyed everything.” You give Daniel a small smile and decide to hug him; you and Daniel were never super close but you still showed him respect and appreciation because he’s one of the good ones. Daniel hugs you back and he says, “Happy Birthday, Y/N. You’re an excellent student, I hope 19 treats you well.” And you tell him “thank you” and give him another small hug as you see your other Sensei.

Johnny opens up a beer and takes a seat outside and you follow him. “Hey, Sensei?” Johnny looks at you curiously, you continue, “thank you for being able to hold that secret of mine with you. It’s hard to live through it let alone tell someone about it. So, thank you for not telling them.” And Johnny sighs saying, “Of course, Y/N. But you do know you need to eventually tell them. They love you too much. Especially, Hawk.. that boy has got a constant heart boner for you, chick.” You look at Johnny with wide eyes and yell, “Please do not ever say that again! Oh gross!” You and Johnny laugh.

You stand up and meet Miguel, Sam, and Demetri as they are about to hop in the car to take Demetri home and have their date night and Miguel says, “Happy Birthday, best friend! Stay awesome!” Demetri says, “Yeah, happy birthday. I’m happy that it turned out better than expected. I was expecting a shit show” Miguel gave him a look from Hell as Demetri shrugged his shoulders, “What?” You just crack up and hug your boys goodbye and say your goodbyes to Sam.

You can’t seem to find Hawk anywhere so you just shrug your shoulders and head back home to dress into something nicer than your old worn out gi. You throw on some casual clothes which consisted of a worn out band T-shirt that was two sizes too big and a pair of jeans with black and white vans; that’s your best skater boy look you had. You freshen up a bit more which you don’t know why you were doing this. He’d seen you at close to your worst like he’d care if you were super dressed up or not.

You start to make your way towards Hawks house and you catch a glimpse of him sitting on his steps with a bouquet of flowers, pink and yellow tulips. “Hey, I know these aren’t the most beautiful in the world but I know what is,” you look at him perplexed as you say, “Oh yeah, do you say that to all the girls?” You start to sweat and holy shit Hawk liked you and he liked you big time. The words “heart boner” crossed your mind again; ugh gross Johnny why do you do this? You and Hawk just stand there for a bit looking at each other; him overcome by his anxiety and you overcome by confusion.

“Eli, honey, what’s all this?” As Hawk handed you the flowers, “Listen Princess, I heard you and Sensei talking the other day and earlier… and looking at your multiple bruises I was afraid my theory was right. Who is he?” Hawks' voice grew dark and very angry. You start to breathe hard and say, “Hawk, it’s over between him and I. Don’t worry. I’m okay. Really, don’t worry.” Those pesky tears start to come up again. Eli’s expression softens when he looks into your eyes, “You didn’t deserve it.” You shake your head, “Yes, I did. It was my fault.” And Hawk exclaims, “How could you think something like that? Do you even realize how incredibly perfect you are?” You shake your head in disbelief, your stomach starting to roll.

“Eli… where are you going with this?” You look at him trying to hold back tears.

“You know what? No. You didn’t deserve it. He’s an asshole. Y/N, you’re truly one of the best people I have ever met. You’re beautiful, kind, smart, and you’re so funny. You support us through anything. You’re truly an amazing human being, babe. I really like you. Like like you.” Even though you knew Hawks' confession was genuine you couldn’t help but think that he was joking with you. You ask, “Eli, are you sure? I can’t believe this. You can have anybody you want. Why would you waste your time on me? I’m worthless.”

Eli takes your face in his hands and says, “Don’t you ever say that again. You are worth so much more than you realize. You’re the best, Y/N. Please, give me a chance. Let me show you. Let me help you learn how to find your worth again. I’m not wanting to save you but I am willing to help you save yourself. You won’t have to pick up the pieces this time on your own.” This is when it all came crashing down you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You start sobbing on the poor guy. All he can do is hug you and kiss you on the forehead.

“Eli, I’m so scared. I’ve been so scared. So tired. So alone.” You mutter through your sobs. Eli starts tearing up with you, “Yeah, I know. I know. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” You look at him deep in the eyes and say, “don’t get mad at me… but I didn’t want to burden you.”

Eli hugs you tighter and mutters, “I’m not mad at you. How could I be mad at you? Don’t worry. You’ll never have to worry or be scared again.” You whisper a quiet “thank you” as you two stand there for a while in an embrace.

The next morning, you wake up with Hawk beside you. Nothing happened besides a movie night and a night full of deep and in-depth talks. Talking about self esteem, your toxic relationship, Eli getting bullied, and hell! You even talked about Johnny’s failed relationships but you both had the hope that he and Carmen would stay together. They were so happy together.

You had always given yourself and Eli a thought but… you never really had enough time to think think about it.

You leave at sunrise to retrieve your gi and shower just before class started.

You get out of the shower, that you didn’t cry in this time, and take a look in the mirror and you start to smile a little. Maybe this time you can save yourself from a whole world of hurt. This time you’re gonna allow yourself to grow and fix yourself, you’re sure you might need the help from your friends especially Eli, but you’re not afraid to ask this time. I mean, you love him after all. You both show up to the dojo at the same time and see Miguel and Demetri with humongous smirks on their faces. Hawk is the first to get out of his car.

“Dude wipe that damn smirk off your face. Nothing happened. Some shit really went down.” You look at Hawk and them and furrow your brows. You get out of your car and say “what are you three arguing about this time?” And Miguel answers with, “Ahh, nothing. Just bullshit.”

You planned to tell them soon… about everything. You deserved a bond with them as well. They were good listeners and good friends and you trusted them. You were going to tell them after class over lunch while you and Hawk would sit together and hold each other’s hands; him allowing you to squeeze his whenever you needed extra support.

You three start to walk towards Miyagi Fang karate as Hawk slips his hand in yours and your fingers just melt perfectly together. You see Miguel give a small smile towards you both but you don’t say anything because Hawk can be a little emotionally hardened besides when it comes to talking to you. You couldn’t wait to open up to the ones who mean the most to you and allow yourself to become strong and full of love and positivity. You can thank your friends, your Sensei, and mostly yourself for everything.

This time you didn’t have to pick up your pieces all alone.

A/N: I hope you liked this one! 💕 thank you for reading!

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #miguel diaz #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz #demetri cobra kai #samantha larusso #karate kid #hawk x reader #eli moskowitz x reader #cobra kai imagine

344 notes · View notes

writer-in-theory · 2 years

Text

always you & i (spencer reid x reader

prompt: 🐓 (i love angry confessions and if you could somehow make it either jemily or spencer x reader hehe - @safespacespence

summary: spencer confronts you as you work through your hidden feelings for him.

category: fluff, a bit of angst

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

content warnings: mentions of tobias hankel incident

word count: 0.9k

A/N: i know this took a long time, but it was a lot of fun. i also very much enjoy this trope so thanks for letting me write it.

masterlist

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It goes like this: one second Spencer Reid is standing in the local police department with you, and the next you’re watching him being brought back to life on a screen.

It also goes like this: when Spencer Reid is finally cleared to fly again and he’s curled up on the jet’s couch, you become filled with anger.

How dare he? All of you had gone through training—he knew damn well how risky it was to split up before backup was even on its way. He had no idea that the rest of you had figured out Hankel was the unsub, had no idea that you would be right behind him in case things went wrong. He could’ve died—he did die, for a couple of minutes, Spencer was gone—and you wouldn’t have been able to do anything to save him. Every time you saw him, you imagined how easily the situation could have gone wrong, how close it had come.

It was wrong to avoid Spencer. He was your best friend, after all, ever since the two of you had joined the BAU around the same time. The two of you clicked in a way you hadn’t done with anyone else before, and it wasn’t until he was lying dead on the floor of a dirty old cabin in a graveyard that you understood why.

You were in love with Spencer Reid.

“Can we talk?” the man of the hour asked, nearly a week after the incident. His injuries were well into the process of healing, though the mottled yellow-green of the bruises on his face made you wince.

“I’m a little busy, can we do it later?” you sighed, pretending to be busy with the case report you’d finished five minutes earlier.

“Does that actually mean later?”

It wasn’t often his tone grew such sharp edges with you, but now you could practically feel the cuts slashed across your heart from them. Even so, you knew they rang with a truth you’d been too scared to admit: you had no intentions of ever talking about this with him. Either the feelings would dissipate away and you could carry on the friendship with him never the wiser, or you’d lose him.

“No, it doesn’t,” you admitted, knowing you were caught by him. You stood, hoping to make a quick escape.

“Y/N, what happened?” Spencer asked, sounding more frustrated than you’d ever heard him. His hazel eyes were wide, looking at you with a glassy doe-eyed look that made you want to crumble.

“Nothing happened.”

“It obviously did!” Spencer shouted in his frustration, pulling the attention of the other agents. No one on the team would save you though, not when they all knew this conversation needed to happen for days. “Just tell me.”

“I can’t!” you yelled, this time being the one to stun him.

“Why not?”

“I just can’t, okay?” Why was he making this so difficult? Why couldn’t Spencer just let this go, let you go? When would he understand that you couldn’t continue as things were, not right now? It’d be better if he was angry at you—if he learned to hate you.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N.”

“Not this!” Then, as though all the energy rushed out of you at once, you deflated. “I can’t tell you this.”

“Why don’t you trust me?” It was the heartbroken crack in Spencer’s voice that did you in, that destroyed any resolve you’d once had.

“I do trust you, Spencer,” you tried to tell him, but even to your ears, the words sounded hollow.

“You don’t! I just want to know why.”

“Because you died, okay?!” The words pulled a gasp from him, but he didn’t say a word. He only stared at you where you stood, heaving after the admission. “It took you dying for me to realize how much I love you. Do you realize how fucked up that is?”

“You...You love me?” Spencer asked, and it was like the world stopped turning. He knew. Oh God, he was meant to be recovering from what happened and now he knew. “Y/N, you love me?”

“I’m sorry, forget I said anything,” you snapped, voice tight with the tears you fought not to shed. He didn’t need to see the way his inevitable rejection would hurt, not when you never wanted him to know anyway.

A hand wrapped around your wrist stopped your escape, keeping you shrouded in the humiliation of a public rejection.

“You love me, so you’re avoiding me?”

“I...yes,” you admitted, keeping your eyes pointed low at your shoes.

You could have imagined a thousand reactions to your admission, but never once did you picture Spencer standing in front of you laughing. It was a small thing, really, more of a repeated exhalation but still, he was laughing.

“What’s so funny about that?” you asked, wondering when he got so callous.

“I can’t believe you,” Spencer returned, “That’s the worst plan I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh yeah? Then what would your grand plan have been, genius?”

“You could’ve told me. I could’ve done this a lot sooner.”

You’re not sure where the confidence came from, but suddenly Spencer was kissing you. It was everything you’d dreamed of but never hoped to get. Even through the claps and cheers, it was only you and Spencer.

It was always you and Spencer.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

general taglist:

@samuel-de-champagne-problems @matthewgraygublerlover @silverhetdanes @ssawonderland @safespacespence @shemarmooresfedora @reidsbookclub @alexontheinternet @katymarie @mrsobrien888 @alexxavicry @writingquillsandpainpills @fightingdragonswithreid @idfvc @lil-stark @lady-anon-x @arrowurboat @sweetandsunny @stillsleepynat @this-is-doctor-and-its-calm @pygmygoat-bicyclehelmet @nichmeddar

taglist link: here

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid self insert #gender neutral reader #600 celebration

363 notes · View notes

momosbrainrots · 2 years

Note

Hello! Could you (if you're comfortable with it) write Jinx where reader is tall like 6' 5 and the two are on a mission Jinx gets hurt, so reader gets defensive when Sevika yells at Jinx. Reader then heals Jinx i don't know. Sorry that this is long! I love your writing. Have a good day/night!

Pupita | Jinx X Reader

Hi!! If I'm honest, when I first saw it I got so excited and aaa thank you so much for your request, I really liked it! Hope I made it justice.

Sorry I took so long, I wanted to publish it as soon as possible but;; this week was awful, lot of exams and work to do... Talking about long, this one is a bitttt long- just a bit ;)

Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: blood, injury, cussing and vi, for violence

And there you are again tasked with securing the shipment of shimmer for the third time this week. It was already starting to get heavy, but this time it was different. It seems that some cargo has been missing from one of the ships, so it's up to you to deal with it.

After a couple of hours you finally spotted, starting a fight, not a smart move. Things got messed up when one of the individuals threw something in your direction, you had not time to react, whatever it was it was going full speed at you. Blue appeared out of nowhere in front of you receiving the impact for you. A blade, Jinx, this can't end well. She went on a rampage not caring about her now bleeding wound, destroying, and killing, everything with her minigun, including the lost freight.

"The mission was very fucking simple, eliminate them without causing losses and what have you done?!? I always say the same shit, we don't need you, you always fuck up."

You were checking the ship looking if there was something that could be saved when the sudden commotion caught your attention. Oh yeah, now is when Sevika is all mad and starts shouting at Jinx for messing up and you appear to mediate the situation so it doesn't escalate.

"That's enough."- placing your hand on her shoulder, making her turn slightly to face you. You were taller than her but that didn't stop her from acting defiance.

"Or what?- she pushes your hand away violently, letting out an ironic laugh.

"Of course you excuse your beloved partner, ridiculous. Listen me here, one of these days she'll end up killing you and it'll be your fault."- her face to close for your comfort.

The next thing you did surprised you, but you were to tired to think. Without removing eye contact you punched her in the face. Not hard to wound her but enough to shut her up.

" I'm tired of hearing you whine" - you turned to Jinx, without leaving anyone time to react, you help her stay on her feet, indicating your departure.

Upon reaching her lair, she abruptly lets go of you. Heading to the work table, blood dripping in her path. You follow behind her.

Dropping herself on the chair, she lets out a strangled hiss of pain, reaching for something on the table.

"Don't even think about it"- you anticipate her move and grab the stapler from the table before she manages to.

"Just- Give me that"

"No, we already talked about this and we agreed that..."

"Why do you care so much?! It's not like I need your help, let me be, you know what? Better go"-

Ending the sentence she leans on the table, taking her body away from you.

You were right, something was wrong. And you didn't have to think much to know guess what had bothered her.

You proceed to leave the stapler on the table, out of her reach and you get ready to take out the first aid kit that you made her keep in the drawer. You move quietly to avoid a bad reaction.

You cautiously approach her, grab her chair by the back of it and roll it away from the table, drawing a groan from her. You stay a second looking at her, observing her now dirty features, face clearly in distress and pain. Meanwhile, she just waits uneasily about what you're going to do. Next, you sigh and kneel in front of her, leaving the first-aid kit on the floor to start gathering the necessary material to heal that nasty cut.

You take a cloth and bathe it in alcohol, then you bring your hand closer, stopping before reaching her wound, looking up waiting for approval. She looks away from you, abashed for her previous demeanour.

You proceed to clean it.

"Why do you treat me so well when all I do is trouble you... Sevika is right, if you stay with me you..."

"Sevika? Since when what she says had any significance? She's just some sadist brute who seems to hate fun, and affection."

"Yeah"- she giggles but is soon cut by her wincing at the feeling of the needle in her skin

"Sorry. It'll only take a minute... Oh and just so you know, it's not that easy to get rid of me, you'll have to try harder."

"Ugh I know, I know haha. Sorry 'bout what I said..."- she forces an apologetic laugh

"But, what if she's right? I always mess up and it's not the first time that I've put you in danger and tried to push your away... I just, don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me. I can't lose you too..."

When you heard that, you felt your heart shatter. Her voice full of concern and fear, you hated seeing her so devastated, so insecure.

You stopped sewing to look her straight in the eye.

"Jinx, I don't care what some thug or anyone says, what if I end up dead? Occupational hazards, I know what i signed up for, and if it's from you I wouldn't mind, that would be the best way to go. Nothing's going to change my mind, I want to be with you and that's the only thing that matters to me. I'm not going anywhere, not now, I promise."

"Do you mean that?"

"Every single word"- you reach out your hand to her face, caressing his cheek, wiping away a tear that slides down it.

That said, you go back to finish the job, sharing some small talk now and then. You'll deal later with the consequences of the failed mission, after you make sure Jinx takes some rest and shower her with some well deserved affection, that you need too.

"By the way, you gave her a good blow there, good job toots! Her ego's gonna be hurt for the next few days"

"Oh- don't remind me... she's gonna get me for that. I don't even know how I dared to but damn, it felt good."

#jinx headcanon #jinx imagine #arcane jinx #jinx #jinx imagines #jinx x reader

126 notes · View notes

favefandomimagines · 3 years

Text

Nurture Relationships (b.b.)

Summary: Bucky comes to your apartment every time he has a nightmare. but why can’t he seem to own up to the feelings he has for you?

AN: inspired by the first episode of fatws! possible spoilers if you haven’t seen the episode yet! i’m also on a bucky kick sooo i’m sorry

and not all dialogue is gonna be 100% accurate obviously and quick PSA: this was thrown into my publishing schedule so the two evan buckley requests will be out during the week!! xx

After everyone had come back from the blip, chaos became a pattern that everyone became used too. Everyone was having a hard time adjusting to half the population coming back after five years. But no one was struggling more than Bucky.

Bucky Barnes was always used to a fight and having to fight for something. Without that, he was left alone rather often with his never ending cycle of demons.

Even before the blip, you had tried to bring some form a peace. Even if it were only for a moment. Bucky took a strong liking to you, and you to him, when he met you in Germany. You quickly became a fascination to him as he spent more time with you. But it was quickly cut short when he went to Wakanda and went back under.

You were reunited under poor circumstances and even that reunion came to a screeching halt when you were both victims of Thanos’ snap. Everyone was brought back and it seemed like you were falling into a sense of normalcy.

You kept in constant contact with Bucky, making it your mission that he was adjusting to civilian life as best he could. But normal soon included Bucky sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night due to his nightmares.

Bucky didn’t know what it was, but he felt safe with you. He felt safe when he knew you were lying right next to him and you never turned him away. You let him bring you as close as he could as if you were his security blanket. Once he did that, the nightmares stopped for the night.

For the past week, Bucky had been woken up by the nightmares and made the short walk to your apartment to find solace in your bed next to you. And never once did you complain, but you did worry.

Bucky had used the key you gave him and let himself into your apartment. It was around two in the morning and he did his best to remain quiet as he entered your bedroom.

The sound of your front door opening woke you up and you knew it was Bucky, so you moved over to make space for him in your bed. That was a detail that Bucky had noticed when he entered your room.

He took off his jacket, shirt and shoes, and climbed into the side of the bed. You rolled over to look at him, moving closer to clearly see his face.

“This is the third night this week, Bucky. Are you okay?” You asked softly. He just simply nodded his head, avoiding your gaze as he did so. You knew that he wasn’t okay. The things he did as the Winter Solider still haunted him every day, especially at night when he closed his eyes.

Rather than pushing him and trying to further the conversation, you moved to place a kiss on his forehead before rolling over to go to sleep.

Bucky’s arm snaked around your waist and pulled you extremely close to his body before he himself fell sound asleep.

The next morning, Bucky woke up to you not in the bed next to him. Usually you were always there when he woke up but this time you weren’t. He got out of the bed and walked out into the hallway and saw you standing at the counter with two mugs, pouring water into them.

“Good morning.” You greeted him with a warm smile. “Morning, doll.” He replied. “Would you like some tea?” You offered. “That’d be great, thank you.” Bucky said.

You passed him one of the mugs and sat next to him at the counter. “Buck, we gotta talk about what’s going on. Three nights in a row you’ve had nightmares, so bad you’ve had to come here. Do you want to talk about it?” You asked.

“I’m fine, Y/N. They’re just some nightmares.” He said. “Bucky, they’re not just nightmares. You can’t even sleep in your own apartment anymore.” You rebutted. “I said I’m fine, okay?” Bucky said, his tone slightly rising.

Bucky didn’t mean to react so harshly. You were just worried about him and you cared about him. You didn’t like seeing him in so much pain.

“Okay, Bucky.” You sighed, getting up from your seat. “I have to get ready for Steve’s honoring at the Smithsonian.” You added. Bucky could see that he had disappointed you or scared you. Something that had changed your attitude completely.

“Y/N,” He started. “It’s okay, Buck. I’ll see you later.” You cut him off, retreating back into your bedroom. Bucky kicked himself for how he lashed out at you.

He looked at the clock on the wall and saw he had to be at therapy soon. Bucky debated whether or not he wanted to leave things unsaid and at such an uncertain point but when he heard the sound of the shower, he knew it had to wait.

Bucky sat on the couch, staring straight ahead at Dr. Raynor. “So, James, have you been having more nightmares?” The woman asked. There was a long pause, the man wondering if he should be honest or if he should lie. He chose the latter.

“No.” He answered. “James, we’ve been doing this long enough I can tell when you’re lying.” She replied. “How is Y/N?” She added. That piqued Bucky’s interest, his head moving to look at the Dr. Raynor. “Why would you ask about Y/N?” Bucky questioned. “Because you’ve said she makes you feel safe, right? Why haven’t you furthered your relationship?” She asked. “Because I’m me. Y/N has been through a lot already she doesn’t need anything to complicate it.” Bucky replied.

“That’s utter bullshit. And you know it. You’re afraid to further your relationship with her. Because of all the loss you’ve faced, you don’t want to lose her.” Dr. Raynor said. “James, you’re free. You have a chance at peace and you’re not taking it. Y/N can give you peace. Sure, she’s been through a lot but so have you. Who says you can’t heal together?” She added.

Bucky wasn’t one to show how he’s really feeling about something so once Dr. Raynor was met with the same stoic expression, she moved on. But throughout the entire session, his mind wandered to you.

Dr. Raynor was right. He was afraid to solidify his relationship with you because he was afraid to lose you like he had lost everyone else. Steve told him to be happy and he knew all along that happiness was with you. You were his chance to try to live a normal life. But he wasn’t allowing himself to have it.

Later that night, when he knew you were home from D.C., Bucky stood outside your apartment, building up the courage to knock. You knew he was out there. You could hear him whispering to himself, saying to just knock on the door.

You opened your door and Bucky stopped pacing. “You have a key, you know.” You commented. “I know but it didn’t feel right using it after this morning.” He said.

Moving aside to let him in, Bucky slowly entered the oh so familiar space of your apartment.

“I’m sorry about lashing out at you. I know you ask because you’re worried and you care about me. A part of me didn’t want you to care so much because then I would find a way to fall out of love with you. Mainly because I’m afraid that I’ll lose you again and I don’t know if I’d be able to survive that.” Bucky confessed.

“Buck, you won’t lose me. You’ll never lose me, not anymore. Thanos is gone. There are no more Infinity stones, we’re okay. And I know because of your past you won’t let yourself be happy but a part of forgiving yourself, is accepting the fact that it wasn’t you who hurt those people. It was your body, yes, but it wasn’t your mind. And I love you despite your flaws because that’s what love really is.” You told him.

Bucky wasn’t sure he heard you correctly when you said you loved him. No one had said those words to him in years and it coming from you felt like it was too good to be true.

“What did you say?” He asked. “I said I love you James Bucky Barnes and I’m going to spend a very long time doing that. Filling the void until you can learn to love yourself.” You answered.

Bucky didn’t say anything at first, wanting to make sure it was actually real. He took a couple steps towards you and kissed you deeply. Sure he was a bit rusty after not having kissed anyone since 1943 but it was the fact that he was showing compassion towards someone was what meant the most.

“You’re going to be okay, James. I promise.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his. “We, are going to be okay, doll.” Bucky replied.

#imagine #imagines #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers

934 notes · View notes

iceprincessviviane · 3 years

Text

Eyes in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere). Trilogy - part one. Next part.

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, sugestive content, threats, blood, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade was watching Y/N for some time, trying to stay in the shadows. Unfortunately voices and thoughts won against the logic and he want her now on his side forever.

Author's note: Inspiration from a lot of things, but especially: Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast. This used to be oneshot, but I changed my mind, ut will be trilogy. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colour are Y/N thoughts.

Y/N didn’t know when was the last time she ran for her life. Probably during one of the pillagers attack on the village or maybe in the Nether. But none of them was that type. Now she was being chased by something way much more dangerous than besties. At the moment, she’s being followed by the Blood God himself. Despite the aching and pain of her muscles and her throat feeling dry from gasping for air, Y/N was still asking herself how did on earth this happen?

~*~

Y/N always loved books and reading, she came to Smp two weeks after Foolish arrival. Actually her friendship with him leaded her here. They exchanged the letters and she was interested in staying somewhere for a while. After some time, she decided to come. Her divine friend already started to build his summer home and had few buildings done. She stayed there for few couple of days, they decided to build something for herself. She already have met most of Smp members including Dream Team, Bench Trio and rest, but owning home, place for stay was good idea. Sometimes Y/N liked to be alone. Eret allowed her to build something behind his castle, it was always nice to have someone close.

It took time before she ended house, it was cozy one with big field in front, farms, cellars and most important - library with enchanting place. It was huge, biggest part of the house with plenty of regals and reading spots. Y/N loved to spend there time and collectin more books or texts. Foolish had a lot of ancient scrolls or manuscripts and liked to share them with her. They could spend hours discussing about their favourite ones.

Books caused that Y/N met Phil, because he was the second person on the Smp, which had great collection from centauries. Shark god took her at trip to Tundra. Y/N was excited to meet such person and nervous too. Happily, everything went all right, Technoblade wasn't that time in home, so they had chilling conversation. Winged man was very curious about her skills and enchants. Of course during his travells and lifespan he met enchanters, but didn't paid much attention to them. Now, he could meet one in chill ocassion. Their three had a lot of talking, giggling and being wholesome. Phil promised to borrow more interesting books and Y/N said, that she can give some enchantments.

When Technoblade came back he immediately felt, that Foolish was there with... someone else... someone new. It smelled like pine and old paper, very nice. Phil told him about visitors and Y/N, he ignored it a little bit, but voices... voices liked this smell a lot.

'So strange.' 'Which woman can smell like that?' 'Where is she living?'

}*{

Y/N was peaceful person with no intention to harm anybody, staying in her place. She stayed in positive relations with almost everyone, providing needed enchantments and helping caused, that a lot of members were friendly to her. Y/N liked to hanging out with Bench Trio, although they were sometimes so chaotic. Usually she went mining with Ranboo, when it was needed, cutting trees with Tommy for his buildings and staying in Snowchester with Tubbo. That is why she came with almost everyone, when Tommy and Tubbo were in Dream bunkier fighting with him. Discs were just items, but... Dream's obsession, it was dangerous and teenagers were her friends. After that a lot of things changed. Putting him into Pandora's Vault was meant to protect them, but she was getting cold shivers each time she looked at black walls of prison. Knowing that everyone could be locked there...

After Egg's influence grew stronger she tried to find some infromations about it and how could ghe possible defeat it, but that took time. Foolish and Phil were so helpful handing their ancient texts, to make research. Suddenly with crimson vines everywhere, Smp became less safer, at least she felt it that way. More members were busy with their business and stuff, they finally could do them, when Dream was locked. For example Foolish agreed to build big mansion for Tubbo and Ranboo, which got platonical marriage and Tommy started his hotel. Meeting Michael was so wholesome and funny, little zombie piglin started to like her and at each visit she read him fairy tales and stories.

Y/N decided to not think about bad sides of Smp, just being busy and tried to help, if someone needed it. Before Doomsday wandering around could be dangerous, especially for La'Manburg citizens, because Dream and Technoblade were unpleasant for them. Now she enjoyed visiting almost everyone everywhere. After a few visits, she could tell that something was wrong, Y/N couldn't tell what, but it was almost like being watched, blaming Egg and vines was her answer for that, but actually why? Why did it do that? She would never joined their side. Never ever. Sometimes she spotted the Phil's corws, but that wasn't a s surprise, birds were telling him a lot of informations around the Smp. Easy way to know almost everything.

}*{

Y/N was heading to her house, stepping at Prime Path. In opposite direction she spotted Quackity, slowly walking by from prison direction, which was surprise. She smiled softly to him and he smiled back.

"What's up?" Big Q asked when got closer to her.

"It's good I am coming back home, need to eat and get some nap, and you?"

"I... ended some buisness." His face stiffened and his look became more serious.

Y/N nodded little unsure about his changed emotions. Suddenly she spotted that his sleeve is covered in fresh blood.

"Are you hurt?" She asked worried.

Quckity looked at his shirt as surprised as she and frowned, he checked axe which hanged down from his belt.

"I guess so then, but I don't know where did that come from."

"Let me take care of this." Y/N suggested with warm smile. "My home is closer than Las Nevadas."

After a few moments he nodded in agreement. They together headed to her place. Weather started to become stormy, dark cloud covered the sun, threating to start raining.

Then went inside, but when she was closing door, feeling of being watched hit her with dubled strength. House was in the spine forest, but fenced and had a gate. In filed were some farms, trees and small garden, but everything seemed to look normal. Big Q sat on the couch in living room and Y/N brought bandages, water in bowl and even healing potion. He rose sleeve, wound wasn't long, but deep, something cut his arm, probably weapon.

"It doesn't look good, but you will be okay." She said after looking at cut.

"Good." He sighed with relief.

"What did make it? Do you have an idea?"

Big Q looked dead in her eyes and remained silence. Of course he knew what, but he didn't even noticed the wound before leaving the prison. Well, someone will pay for this.

"Maybe working at Las Nevadas, you know... I am still building there." He spoke after a while.

"Oh... ye you have right, but be careful next time." Y/N suggested and started to work on cut carefuly. Starting on cleaning, then gently bandaged it.

"Thank you." Big Q said after seeing the results.

"No problem, just don't walk around with untreated wound." Y/N giggled softly.

He stood up and moved his eyes on windows. Black clouds didn't go away, even became worse.

"I will go now, weather is getting worse, I want to be in home before storm." Big Q said with soft smile.

"Of course, see you next time."

After he left, big storm came, darkness fell upon the Smp, rain and wind were too strong, for coming outside. Y/N decieded to take a chance and nap. She baked some cookies and sit down on a couch with another book, which Phil borrowed her. Only the torches gave light, sometimes thunderbolt stroke and filled room with unatural blue light. Drops hit hardly, making loud sounds, but Y/N was too much into a book. Two hours has passed and slowly night was coming. She moved eyes to meet clock, yep that was supper time, put the book away and up, Gods thr storm didn't let go. Y/N watched for a while outside, then go to kitched. She grabbed blanket and wrapped it around her posture, damn there were cold.

Again feeling of being watched kicked in. She was alone at home, that was sure thing. Outside was deep dark and behind the windows was the wall of the water. Y/N bite her lip and shook head, it was just her imagination, a feeling which stayed for no reason after putting Dream into Pandora's Vault. She took an kettle and suddenly was seeing something in the corner of the eye, something red and unusual in the spine forest. Her figure frozen when she moved back eyes. Deep in the dark, around sprouce trees in the line of forest, Y/N spotted pair of shinning, red eyes, high above the ground. They were locked at her figure.

'This has to be spider... or something else...'

Right after this thought, ceature turned back and disappeard in the darkness, cold shiver went down at Y/N spine. What was that? And why it was here? At least she was safe in home...

}*{

'More.' 'Training is boring, let's find someone to fight.' 'We demand blood.'

Technoblade sighed and stopped, voices today were very, very loud. That was why he decided to train, but during it, they became even worse. He hid sword and walked into home. Phil wasn't here today, he had to do something, but didn't bother to tell him what it was. Blade went back to home by his old path through the forest. His training place was near the cottage, but still hidden from common people. All members of Syndicate knew where it was. First of all he need to take shower. When cold water touched his skin, he felt like even his bloodlust became less, quiet hiss left his lips. He earned some chafings this week. Next, he changed his clothes to common and made a cup of tea, then sit in the kitchen. Immediately his thoughts went to Y/N.

Somehow voices were acting diffrent around her and he even found himself acting that way. They were focused around Y/N and he was more calm, like just her pressence was comforting him. Technoblade remembered their first meeting, it was common day, when someone knocked on the door. He opened it and rose his eyebrows in surprise, outside was standing fragile woman, without any armor and only with trident on her back. They shared awkward eye contact, when suddenly she introduced herself as Y/N. Of course he saw her couple of times, but it wasn't officialy. Y/N has known who was he for sure, she swallowed hard and looked down with shyness. Phil yelled across the room, that she could come in. Ah yes... she loved to read books and his old friend was borrowing her them a lot. Technoblade again felt the spine and old papers smell, for him, it could stay here forever. After short visit, Y/N took books, gave back book of enchantment and left.

Techno's curiosity has increased, when he heard about her more. She was peaceful, friendly soul, completly opposite of him, maybe that was, why he felt so... diffrent around her and voices too. Piglin hybrid enjoyed watching her from the distance, in the shadows, but lately... lately it wasn't enough. Now he wanted to breathe at Y/N scent, holding her close and pressed soft kisses at forehead. He was under voices pressure so long and now his salvation was so close. But what would he make it? As longer he has thought of that, a diffrent ideas came to his head. She was delicate creature, he had to get plan at all. Techno knew almost everything about her: hobbies, traditions, friends and fighting skills. Phil told him a lot about enchanters, they could make enchanting books after years of studying and had magic talent sometimes. As they knew, Y/N could enchant books at any spell, so she had to studied a lot. Technoblade sighed and grabbed his cloak, time to keep an eye on few things.

'Let's not go quietly!' 'Let's go quiet as grave...' 'Blood for the Blood God!'

}*{

That was busy week, Y/N could only one time saw Foolish and Phil, but whole Smp seemed a little bit diffrent... luckily she was able to go on mining trip with Ranboo and Eret visited her with a couple of books, which were about Smp. Now was afternoon and sun slowly started to set, she was heading to her house, where waited for her snow fox, which she found in Snowchester. Cute, little ball of fur stole Y/N heart immediately. When she finally stepped inside, Snowflake - that how she named it, ran into her squeaking high.

"What happend my little one?" She knelt down and pet it's head.

Fox looked at her with big brown eyes and squeaked once more, then jump into her arms.

"Oh oh oh... are you afraid of something?" Y/N hugged Snowflake and looked around. Everything in home seemed normal, door was closed, in a field same, animals were quite nervous, but everything was good. She frowned and stepped inside, then put fox into basket with small blanket.

"I will bring you some berries, you will like it for sure." Y/N smiled gently.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any at this moment in home, Snowflake was there only for three days, so she couldn't make berries farm so fast, because she had to set up a space. Luckily, she lived around coniferous forest, so didn't even hesiatate, Y/N just grabbed backpack and went outside. Sun was lower in the sky, but still it was warm and brightly. Birds were humming quietly and around was quite quiet. Berries bush weren't so far, she founed some, but in order to make supplies, decided to find more, then plant them around the house. It would spared the time and work.

"Y/N." She heard deep, lazy voice and immediately turned at it's direction.

The Blade was standing under big sprouce tree with satisfied grinn on his lips. Eyes locked on Y/N figure, which completly froze at the sight of him. She have never been with him alone, in tundra always Phil or Ranboo were around, now it felt... strange and risky, she still remembered what happend to La'Manburg citizens.

"Technoblade." Y/N spoke softly, being careful to not crack her voice, despite building feeling of fear. She noticed, that piglin hybrid under his royal, crimson cloak was wearing armor, probably not his best one, but still enough to win fight. Part of hair made into bun, rest were freely in his back and shoulders. From his belt was hanging netherite sword and netherite axe was sticking out from behind. She spotted, that his weapons were a little covered in blood, same as his sleeves and parts of shirt. He was killing monsters right? Or just hunting? Uncomfortable, awkward silence reminded between them, only forest noises distrubed it from time to time.

Voices were too loud today, too agressive, too greedy, killing monsters and pillagers wasn't enough, Quackity has already tasted his steel, well he deserved that after showing up in Y/N home. He had so much fun with him, but after that he needed some rest, comfort and calm. That is why without even thinking too much Technoblade went straight to Y/N house. He hoped, that everything will change, that he finally will has some break from voices, violence and killing. Of course he liked his way to be... but yes sometimes, you have to make a nap.

"Are you wounded?" Y/N asked quietly breaking the silence. After all, if he needed help, she would help him, without hesitation.

Technoblade's grinn became more sinister, he put hand on sword hilt and slowly tilted his head on right side.

"This isn't my blood." He said without caring at all.

"Oh, that's good then..." Y/N whispered, but he could hear that.

Piglin hybrid studied her posture, she had only trident at her back, backpack in left hand, no armor, no more weapons. Poor little girl, that's not how you are going outside your home, she was literally unarmed in his eyes.

"So... what are you doing here? Alone? In the forest?" Technoblade asked and moved closer to her.

The way he spoke these words, made Y/N shiver inside, outside, she grabbed her backpack harder. Surely there was nothing to worry about, she has never done something wrong to him or Philza, she wasn't dangerous or wanted to has any power. Techno is probably just passing by. Suddenly he was so close, now she could for real see the height diffrence, for the gods sake, her head reached around his breastbone. Y/N looked up only to meet piglin hybrid's burning gaze.

"I... I was collecting berries for my snow fox. Something scared her, so I thought that she will calm down after getting some and I ran out of them..." she suttered and swallow hard.

"How sweet." Technoblade commented and his smile widened.

"So... you are just passing by?"

"Not really."

Sudden grip on her chin caught Y/N off guard. Technoblade forced her to look straight into his eyes. His face stiffened a little bit, she hissed quietly, when claws touched harder gentle skin. Then she realised... Blade's eyes were red and she heard, that it could glow in darkness. Her skin became pale and pupils widened. It was him, that time during a storm, he was watching her...

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked quietly, without any clue, what was going on.

'She is so innocent.' 'We love her scent.' 'Let her know.'

"I have something to tell you." He leaned and immediately her scent hit him harder, resisting to take deep breath wasn't that easy.

"What excatly?"

"I was watching you for a while Y/N. Belive me or not I found that interesting, because your pressence is calming for me, I can fall asleep while listening your voice and push away my violence behaviour, when you are around." He stroked her cheek by his thumb and smiled haughty. "I am always getting , what I want and I want that so badly, you can't even imagine."

Y/N shook head and made few steps back, leaving his grip, couldn't belive what she just heard. That's impossible.

"I don't know what to say... I can admit, that I had strange feeling of being watching but... I blamed the Egg..." She looked deep into his eyes, trying to put everything together. "What do you mean, you are always getting, what are you want? How am I suppose to understand that?"

"Listen sweetheart, we can do this in two diffrent ways: good or bad. If you choose first one, fine politely you will go with me. Second way? Well I can be very convincing, when I want to." Technoblade frowned.

None of this options was good for her. Y/N sighed and her shoulders dropped. She couldn't do anything literally...

"Come on princess. I can take care of you, I promise, you will be happy." He gave her his hand, but gripped sword hilt harder.

Y/N always avoided the conflicts and argues, never has started any, that was easier and better way to live. She could take care of her interests, powers anf friends by being supportive or neutral. Technoblade's behaviour made her shiver and feel sick, there was no guarantee that he will keep his words, even if it were sweet and promising. Y/N knew that fighting him was pointlees, he were ten thousand better than her, she didn't even have armor or second weapon. But surrender just like that? Without any resistance? She always was determinated, miss 'you can always find a way, solution'. Not a chance.

"I think I have better option, which lay in the middle." Y/N smiled gently.

"Well, tell me then." Technoblade rose his eyebrows with curiosity.

With one smooth move, she put backpack on and immediately started to run. The Blade's pupils widened, he burst out laughing.

"It will be funny."

She has known, that she needed to lose him in forest. Going to home wouldn't help, because door or gate couldn't stop Blood God. Lost him and then ran away from Smp, at least her current living location. Y/N realized that she couldn't even ask for help anyone. Probably Technoblade would come after her friends, helpers, so that was it. Y/N versus The Blade, she was on her own.

'How did she dare to run away from us?!' 'Chase her, catch her.' 'Faster, faster, faster!'

It seemed like running away from Tommy for fun, came in handy and long trips with Ranboo caused her to move fast through forest. Y/N nimbly jumped over obstacles and avoid rocks or roots. Her pace wasn't the fastes, but she could hold it for pretty long time. She wasn't thinking a lot, just tried to run away as far as she could.

'Don't look back, don't look back, it will make you slower.'

Hiding could be good idea, but not now. As long as he was close, she couldn't stop at all. Breaking through the forest was only hearing noise, soon, she heard her heavy breathing. Heading to unknown direction wasn't so wisely, but Y/N had no choice. After a few minutes, she stopped to catch breath. Around was sudden so quiet, cold shiver went down at her spine. Too quiet.

"Already tired?" Technoblade's voice surprised her from left side.

She turned head, just to see him leaning against the tree. In his right hand he held sword, didn't even look like he was running.

"You can't outrun me little one. A lot of people tried, now they are dead." He aimed sword at her. "We can end this farce here. I am not mad, honestly, you made me smile a little bit."

"You will have to catch me, if you want me going with you." Y/N said and then continue to run away.

"Oh I will princess, that's what predator does to the prey."

Y/N started to feel really tired, muscles aching, throat dry from gasping for air, hair dispelled and cheeks red. She ran for a while, but now had to stop. Technoblade immediately appeared in her field of vision. He was walking carefuly, but still looked intimidating.

"Don't come closer!" She released a cry.

Piglin hybrid stopped about eight meters away. He leaned sword against the ground and looked at her with curious gaze.

'Here she is, our reward.' 'Let's finally take her with us.' 'We like that sound.'

"I think, I just caught you." A little grinn appeared on his lips.

She looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze full of fear met a calm and determination. Y/N didn't even want to think what would happend, if he fulfilled his desires. Gods sake, she was free human being, none could take her freedom, she didn't ask for this. In an act of desperation, with the last of her strength, she used her powers. Feeling of warm through fingers and energy drained from her veins, but then burning light. In Technoblade's towards direction flew literally fireball, but he was too skilled for this. He made a dodge and looked at Y/N with mix of proud and shock. She dropped to her knees, struggling to stay conscious, despite the pain at her whole body and tired mind and unclear vision. Technoblade immediately was with her, he knelt down and support her, by putting arm around her waist. Y/N leaned back against his chest, fatigue prevailed over reason.

"Enough for today princess. You run out, if you will keep resisting." He whispered calmly.

"Please, please... please I don't want this, I want to go home." Her voice was cracking, tears strimming down at her cheeks.

"Hush darling, everything will be all right."

Technoblade's body radiated warm, his tone suddenly was so calming and sleepy. She wanted to close eyes so badly, but still fear was too big.

"You are safe, nothing can hurt you I promise."

After this words Y/N gave up and lost consciousness. Sun went down and shadows became longer and darker.

}*{

Phil careful closed the doors, then walked quietly down. Technoblade sat in kitchen with cup of hot tea, he immediately looked at his old friend, his eyes were worrying.

"Y/N is good, she lost consciousness, because was too tired. You said that, she used her powers."

"It was literally fireball, but I dodge that easy."

"Well, now we know about her powers at least... interesting, what you are going to do, when she wake up?" Phil asked and sat in opposite site.

"I know, that you are not glad about this, but I will figure this out. She won't cause any troubles." Techno's voice became deeper.

Winged man sighed and looked at his friend. He knew what he was going through, when voices became louder and demanded blood, each moment of silence or when they were quiet, Technoblade cherished and tried to make it worth. Phil couldn't be angry or mad for his friend about that deed, but... he was torn.

"Come on spit it out. I can see that you want to tell something important." Piglin hybrid said slowly.

"We were through a lot of shit, we know each other for almost ages and we blew up the nation for gods sake, kidnapping isn't the worst thing you have done, but..." Phil started and looked at Techno. "I wish you best and everything good, but I don't know how will I act around. Y/N has come to me for books, we were talking about stuff, I gave her cookies and tea. How will I explain, that I am supporting your decision? And I am always on your side." Phil said aloud his worries.

"I will give her time to get used to. After certain amount of time Y/N will understand." The Blade was lost in his thoughts.

He was so greatful of his friend statement, but still a little bit unsure. This case shloudn't affect on their relationship or Phil's life. Honestly Technoblade belived that his pressence will comfort Y/N at least, as he said they were close and enjoyed each other company.

"Someone will notice her disappering. What then? And Ranboo is visiting us a lot." Phil sighed a little.

"I've got this, trust me."

"I trust you with my own life." Winged man nodded.

}*{

Sunlight kissed her skin gently, when it showed up on window. Y/N felt softness under herself and on her back. Quiet sigh left her lips, when she opened eyes. In the room was very bright, but for sure it wasn't her room. Immediately cold shiver went down at her spine. Still weak, she tried to lift herself, because she was lying on stomach. Bed was big, with good beddings and pillows.

"Don't move, you are still weak." Technoblade's voice was soft, but loud.

Y/N bite her lip and then lifted head. He was standing near the bed and observing curiously, looking completly diffrent. White, linen shirt and high waisted, leather trousers, hair braided tighly. In this version he was... more open and accessible, not so scary.

"Where am I?" She asked slowly and rolled at her back with quiet hiss. Muscles still hurt and throat was dry.

"In my house, in tundra safe and..." He cut off, while noticed that Y/N is trying to get up. "What did I say?" He stepped closer and sat on bed.

She sat unsure on mattress, just to met Technoblade here, he gripped again her chin, as in the forest and forced her to look at him. This time it was more gently.

"Darling please..."

"You can't take my freedom!"

His eyes darkened immediately and Y/N regreted her words. She swallowed hard, when Blade looked deep into her eyes.

"Of course I can and I will, if you don't behave good. If you didn't notice, you aren't chained or tied, but pretty comfy in my bed." He said slowly with threat in his voice. "Think about it."

Technoblade released her and got up. She looked down thinking about situation, yes he didn't tied her, but still it wasn't good case. Y/N just wanted to be free, do stuff which she want and meet friends. Maybe Smp wasn't perfect, but still now it was her home, there were a lot of wars or argues, but she still had house and persons which she cared about and this was mutual, now everything was unsure.

"I am just afraid... " Y/N whispered quietly.

"As I said earlier you are safe here, you are safe with me. Nothing can hurt you." Techno grabbed bowl with soup and came back. "Here, eat, you need to recover."

"Thanks." She smiled weakly to him, took bowl and started to eat slowly.

'Good girl.' 'She will behave for sure.' 'We can teach her a lesson.'

Y/N was napping for the rest of the day, Technoblade gave her one of their books, so she wasn't bored. Probably tomorrow or next day she will stand up.

The sound of closing doors, caused her to closed book and put it away. Piglin smiled gently and took off his shirt suddenly. Y/N eyes became big.

"Wait wait wait..."

"Calm down princess, I am just going to sleep, nothing else." Technoblade smirked for her panic.

"So... where shloud I move?" Y/N asked looking around the room.

"Nowhere. You are staying here with me."

Immediately her cheeks went slighty red. She looked at him curiously. His pink skin seemed gentle from the distance, a lot of scars marked his chest and arms. Some of them little, some of them large, the biggest one was through both sides of chest. Technoblade released his hair and came closer. Y/N moved to make him some space. He laid down, she followed his steps but remain distance.

"Goodnight." She said and turned back from him.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

He blow up torches near the bed and silence fell upon them. Not even a five minutes passed, when Y/N felt sudden grip on her waist. She froze, Technoblade hugged her and pressed kiss on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Quiet whisper left her lips.

"Snuggling and cuddling." He whispered softly.

Y/N couldn't help, she giggled quietly. Techno took this as premission, her back touched his chest and second hand slowly stroked her hair.

#c!techno x you #dsmp fandom #dream smp #philza #c!technoblade x you #c!technoblade x reader #c!techno #yandere dream smp x reader #yandere dream smp x you #yandere #c!yandere!technoblade #yandere technoblade x reader

525 notes · View notes