#snafu fluff
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From Past to Future
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: After you and Bucky break up, you end up engaged to Steve. What happens when Bucky comes back into your life two years later?
Warnings: So much angst. Cheating, cursing, use of pet names. Some fluff. SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), slight choking, metal arm kink (choking kink)
Two Years Ago
"Why are you always pushing me away?"
"It's better for you," he said calmly.
"Who are you to decide what's best for me?"
"I know myself better than anyone...I know my past. I know what kind of monster lives inside of me, so if anyone is equipped to decide you're better off without me, it's me."
"Don't I get a say in this?"
"No."
Anger threatened to bubble over. "I can't live like this, James. I can't. I would do anything for you, but I can't make you see that I can handle everything about you, including your past. I'm not afraid of you, but I'm afraid I'm going to lose myself if I keep fighting you like this."
He nodded slowly. "It's better this way."
"How can you be so calm?" you yelled. "Do I really mean so little to you? Did the past year mean nothing?"
He had the decency to look ashamed. "You mean everything to me, that's why I have to let you go."
Tears streamed down your face, a mixture of rage and pain clouding your features. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
He simply shrugged.
You hastily grabbed your jacket, keys, and purse before heading towards the door. You turned back to look at him one last time. "I hope you heal, Bucky, I really do. But I won't be around to see it."
You turned and left the apartment, shutting the door behind you. It felt final, as if you'd just shut the door on your old life. You'd left a piece of your soul in that apartment, a piece you prayed you could learn to live without.
**********
One Year Ago
"You are such a dork."
He grinned ear to ear with pride. "That could be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
You laughed warmly and rolled your eyes. "What are you talking about? I'm always nice to you."
He raised his eyebrow teasingly.
"Alright, alright. I'm mostly nice to you."
He chuckled and tugged you against his chest. "I'll take it."
You giggled as you leaned back against him, gaze wandering out towards the ocean and the beautiful sunset beyond it. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?"
"Every morning."
You looked up at him in confusion.
"I'm blessed to wake up beside the most beautiful woman in the world every day," he said almost reverently.
Your expression softened and you turned to face him, putting your back against the balcony railing. You reached up and caressed his face, eyes shining with emotion. "Steve..." you whispered.
He placed a single finger to your lips to silence whatever you were about to say. He ducked his head to kiss you and you sighed as you melted into him.
After a few moments, he took your hand and guided you back through the open door and into the bedroom.
"I love you," he murmured against your skin as he laid you down on the soft bed.
"I love you too," you said softly, before you got lost in each other for hours.
**********
Two Months Ago
"Seriously? The wedding is in three months!" you yelled into your phone.
Your best friend, Natasha, came into the room when she heard you yell. "What's wrong?" she mouthed at you.
"Well the dress is pretty damn important, don't you think?" you seethed.
Natasha's eyes widened. "What's wrong with the dress?" she asked aloud.
You pulled the phone away from your face. "The tailor lost it."
"What the hell do you mean they lost it?"
You put the phone on speaker so Nat could hear. The man on the other end of the phone was explaining some sort of snafu with the dress and the shop moving locations.
Nat took the phone from your hand. "Let me handle this, okay?"
You sighed and nodded, grateful that she was there to take care of at least some of the wedding issues. Steve had been traveling a lot for work, so the wedding planning had fallen almost exclusively on you. If it hadn't been for Natasha, you were pretty certain you would have lost your mind.
The doorbell rang, bringing you out of your thoughts. You weren't expecting anyone, but you'd been getting a lot of deliveries lately thanks to the upcoming wedding.
You opened the door without checking to see who it was and the moment your eyes focused on the person standing on the porch, you found yourself wishing you'd looked first.
"Hey, (Y/N)."
"What are you doing here?" You winced slightly, the sound of your voice a bit harsher than you'd intended.
"I deserve that," he admitted softly. "I, um...well I heard you were getting married."
You stared at him in shock. "I'm sorry...you heard I was getting married, so you decided it would be a good idea to pay me a visit?"
He looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, well--umm, when you put it like that, it doesn't sound so good."
"You think?"
Once again, the harshness of your voice made you feel terrible. You knew exactly why you were being rude, but you couldn't bear to admit it to yourself. You hadn't expected to see him again, and certainly not like this. What was worse was you hadn't expected to feel like this when you did. Your palms were sweaty, your heart was racing, butterflies danced a merry jig in your stomach...you hated yourself for the emotions that washed over you at the mere sight of him. Hating him too made it that much easier.
"I just, I guess I just wanted to see how you were doing," he mumbled.
"I'm happy, thanks for asking. You can go now."
"(Y/N)..."
"No," you snapped. "No. Don't say my name like that. Don't you dare."
He looked down at the ground and muttered, "I'm sorry."
When you didn't say anything, he looked back up at you.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N). For all of it." His words began to come out in a rush, as if he was hoping you wouldn't have time to interrupt him. "You were right. You were right about all of it. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I wasn't...and you--you deserve an apology. Even if it's two years too late."
Your heart clenched in your chest and tears pricked at the backs of your eyes. You were struggling to find the words to say, to fight through the storm of emotions swirling around you, when Nat came to your rescue.
She appeared beside you, took one look at the man standing on your porch, and said, "I don't know what the hell you're doing here, James, but you need to leave. You have no place in her life anymore...not after all the pain you caused her."
Bucky's blue eyes darkened with sadness. "I know," he said softly. "I just wanted to apologize...and say goodbye."
He turned and began to walk down the stairs. You watched him make his way to his bike before you ran down the steps after him. "Bucky!"
He turned to look at you in surprise. You'd stopped at the bottom of the steps, but he could see the emotion on your face as clearly as if you were an inch from him.
"I forgive you," you whispered so softly he almost missed it. If he hadn't been a super soldier, there was no way he would have heard you.
He nodded his acceptance--his gratefulness--before getting on his motorcycle and driving away.
"You okay?" Nat asked softly as she reached the bottom of the steps.
"Yeah," you lied.
She knew you well enough to recognize the lie, but she also knew better than to push you. When it came to Bucky, you'd always been vulnerable. You'd loved him with everything you had--a kind of fierceness she'd never seen before or since. She'd hoped Steve would change that...that loving him would help you forget Bucky, but when she looked at your face in that moment, she knew you'd never stop loving him.
**********
Present
"I'm getting married in a couple weeks," you said with a sigh. "Can you even believe it?"
"Yeah, babe, I can believe it," Natasha teased. "How excited are you?"
For the first time, you were grateful she wasn't there with you. "I can't wait," you lied. You hoped your voice conveyed excitement, even though your face did not.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Nat asked for the third time in your 20 minute conversation.
You groaned into the phone. "Nat, I'm fine. Now can you stop worrying about me and go enjoy your vacation?"
"It's not as fun without you here," she pouted.
You laughed. "I know, I know. I'm the life of the party."
She laughed too. "I miss you and I'll be home in a couple days."
"Miss you too. Give my love to Bruce."
"I will. Love you."
"Love you too."
You hung up the phone and leaned your head back against the sofa. You hadn't felt right in weeks...not since Bucky Barnes had shown up unannounced on your front porch.
You hated how he made you feel...hated that even after everything, you still loved him. You were engaged to be married to another man for God's sake, but here you were crying on your couch over a relationship that died two years prior.
You hadn't mentioned anything about Bucky's sudden appearance to Steve. You didn't want to upset him...or at least that's what you told yourself. Seeing him had brought back years of emotions you'd buried long before. You didn't think you could explain any of it to Steve without him realizing what you'd been denying for two years: you still loved Bucky.
You'd managed to convince yourself that it was okay to love two people at once...because you did love Steve. You really did. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you loved him more than Bucky. You were grateful you didn't have to choose between the two. You were marrying Steve and that's the way it needed to be. Steve loved you so much and he treated you like a queen. How could you want anything else?
A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts. At least this time you were expecting a delivery, so you didn't think twice as you opened the door.
"Bucky..." you whispered.
He was standing there, flowers in hand, blue eyes warm and gentle.
"What are you doing here?" you asked softly.
"I needed to see you."
"Bucky, you can't be here."
"Please, (Y/N). Can we just talk?"
"I'm getting married," you said, less firmly than you'd intended.
"I know, doll. That's why I need to talk to you."
Against your better judgment, you turned to the side, allowing him entry.
He stepped past you into the foyer and handed you the flowers. "Um, these are for you."
"Thank you," you said softly. "I'll just...get a vase."
He followed you into the kitchen. "Your home is beautiful."
"Thanks."
He stood awkwardly on the other side of your kitchen island, hands at his sides as if he wasn't sure what he should do with them.
"So...what did you wanna talk about?"
"Us."
"Bucky, we can't--"
"Just let me get this out," he begged. "If you hate what I have to say, you can throw me out...but just listen for a moment."
Tears welled in your eyes and every sensible part of you screamed at you to make him leave, but you couldn't force yourself to move--couldn't say a word.
He took your silence as permission to speak. "When we first met, I was a broken shell of the man I used to be. My past was still so fresh in my mind and I hated myself more passionately than any person should. When you came into my life, I desperately wanted to be the man I was before Hydra...but I couldn't. I was scared of hurting you, scared of what I was capable of and what I might do to you if I lost control. So I pushed you away...until you finally got tired of it. I don't think I'd ever had a broken heart before that day."
Tears streamed steadily down your face as you listened to him speak. You were still frozen in place, his words gluing your feet to the floor.
"It took me a while to realize I could never be that man again...that young, carefree, charming guy. I figured if I couldn't be him, then I was just the monster Hydra made me. All that was left was the Winter Soldier." He paused for a moment. "I didn't want to be him, but it wasn't until I was in Wakanda that things really changed...I changed."
"You were in Wakanda?" you asked softly.
He nodded. "For a while, yeah. I dealt with a lot of my issues and I don't have to fear the trigger words anymore...they have no effect on me. But it wasn't until I received my pardon that I started going to therapy. At first it was because I had to, but after a while, I wanted to go...it was helping me in ways I didn't know I needed. I'm not the person I was before Hydra, but I'm not the Winter Soldier either. I'm just a different version of me...but at the end of the day, I'm still Bucky."
"I'm glad you got the help you needed, Buck. I truly am," you said softly. "But what does any of this have to do with me?"
"I'm getting to that," he answered quickly. "Losing you hurt me infinitely more than I expected it to and at first I wanted to get help so maybe you would want me..." he trailed off for a moment. "I eventually realized I needed to change for myself, not for you. I'm by no means perfect, but I am comfortable with who I am now."
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I know my timing is terrible, but I need to say this or I'm going to regret it for the rest of my unnaturally long life." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I fell in love with you the moment I met you. I loved you every day of our relationship and every day since--I've never stopped loving you. I don't think I can--and trust me, I've tried. You've held my heart in the palm of your hand since we first met..."
Bucky took a step towards you, then another, then another, until he was mere inches from you. "You are my heart, (Y/N), and I don't want it back."
"What do you want, Bucky?" you whispered.
"You," he said simply. "You're all I've ever wanted."
You should have pushed him away. You should have told him to leave. Hell, you should have left...but you didn't do any of those things. You didn't pull away when he reached out to wipe your tears from your cheeks. You didn't stop him when he cupped your face in his hands. And you didn't fight him when he pressed his lips against yours.
Instead, you pulled him closer to you as you returned the kiss--the feeling of his lips igniting a fire deep inside you that you'd never felt with anyone else.
What began as a loving kiss, quickly turned to pure desire, a passion so explosive it couldn't be contained. You practically tore each other's clothes off, leaving a trail of clothing from the kitchen to your bedroom.
A tiny voice in the back of your mind told you this was wrong...that you should stop...but you ignored it. Soon, all coherent thoughts slipped from your mind, replaced by overwhelming pleasure.
Sex with Bucky had always been incredible, but this was so far beyond every encounter you'd ever had before. He was comfortable, confident, and so sure of himself--it was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen.
"Bucky," you gasped as he finally entered you after relentlessly teasing you with his mouth, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body.
"Fuck," he grunted. "I forgot how good you felt."
"So big," you whispered.
He grinned. "Yeah? Well this pussy was made for me, baby. I could stay here forever."
You'd be lying if you said that didn't sound like heaven to you. He felt so incredible...every sensation felt heightened in a way you hadn't felt in years.
His cock brushed against your g-spot with each thrust, turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. "Shit, doll...you gotta stop squeezing me like that or I'm not gonna last."
You'd long since lost control of your body--it was acting entirely of its own volition by this point. All you could do was moan and gasp and dig your nails into his back as he plunged into you again.
Back when you'd first started dating, you'd told Bucky you wanted him to choke you with his metal hand during sex, something he'd vehemently refused to do. He'd been terrified of hurting you, but now as he looked down at you, he found himself wanting to try it.
He gently placed his left hand against the column of your throat, putting only enough pressure for you to know what he was doing. Your eyes widened before rolling back, a moan of need breaking free from your lips.
"You like that, doll?" he whispered.
You nodded rapidly.
He smiled and gave the tiniest squeeze to your throat. You gasped loudly and your nails dug into the flesh of his right bicep. He continued to fuck you as fast and hard as he could, left hand never leaving your throat.
He could tell you were close, but he didn't want you to cum until he did, so he waited until the very last moment before giving your throat another small squeeze. You screamed his name as you came, your orgasm triggering his own. He called out your name as he filled you with his seed, hand slipping from your neck to caress your face.
Bucky's stamina was truly a thing to behold even now. He hovered over you, lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss. Somehow, his cock was still hard, despite having just had the best orgasm in years. Instead of pulling out of you, he began to move again, your shared releases mixing together to provide extra lubricant.
"Bucky," you moaned softly. "What--"
"You didn't really think I was done with you yet, did you doll?"
The sensations began as almost painful, the sensitivity making it hard to enjoy. Within moments though, those sensations turned to pleasure and the need began to pool in your belly again.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked teasingly.
"Don't you dare."
He chuckled darkly and sped up his movements, earning a pleased moan from you.
The two of you were so lost in passion and pleasure, neither of you heard the front door open. Even Bucky missed the telltale signs of someone walking through the house towards the bedroom door.
"What the hell is going on here?"
The sound of your fiancé's voice brought you suddenly back to reality. You wanted to sink into the floor and never come back out.
Bucky's first instinct was to protect you, but when he turned his head to look at the newcomer, he felt nothing but shame.
"Bucky?" Steve said in shock.
"I can explain..." Bucky began as he removed himself from the bed, grabbing a blanket to cover himself with.
You sat up, clutching the sheet to your chest, eyes wide as you stared at Steve. "Steve..."
"Don't," he snapped. "Don't you dare try to talk your way out of this, (Y/N)."
"It wasn't her fault--" Bucky tried.
"Save it. I know you were pissed at me for dating her after you broke up, so maybe I deserved the revenge," Steve said angrily. He turned his gaze back to you, hurt filling his beautiful blue eyes. "But you? I've done nothing but love you. I treated you the way you deserved to be treated...I did everything right."
"Steve, I'm so sorry," you whispered.
"That doesn't change anything." He turned to walk away and you jumped up to follow him, grabbing your robe on your way out.
"Steve, wait--"
"What do you think you could possibly say to fix this, (Y/N)?" he yelled.
You took a step back in shock. Steve never yelled. Ever. "I don't...I don't know..."
"Exactly." Tears pressed against the backs of his eyes and his voice was shaky. "It's over, (Y/N). I'm done."
You hadn't expected him to say anything differently, but it still hurt to hear it. You looked down at your left hand and saw the diamond ring he'd given you. You didn't cry as you slid it off your finger and handed it to him...nor did you cry as you watched him walk out the door and out of your life.
A few moments later, Bucky appeared behind you fully dressed. "(Y/N)..." he began.
You held up your hand to silence him. "Don't--just don't." You stared at the door your fiancé--ex-finacé--had just walked through. "I can't believe I ever thought I was a good person," you whispered.
"You are a good person," Bucky countered, taking a step towards you.
"Please just leave."
"(Y/N)..."
"Just go. I can't even bear to look at you right now."
Bucky knew better than to argue. He loved you more than anything, but he knew he'd made a mistake. He never intended to sleep with you...it just happened.
He shrugged his jacket on and walked out the door, leaving you on the other side of it. Your life had been shattered into pieces because of a choice you'd made...you and Bucky.
**********
"You did WHAT?!" Natasha yelled.
You'd called her a few minutes after Bucky had left to tell her what happened. "I slept with Bucky," you repeated.
"What in God's name were you thinking?"
"I wasn't," you whispered.
"Jesus, (Y/N/N)," she sighed. "Are you okay?"
"No."
"What are you going to do?"
"I have no idea. I managed to blow up my life in a single afternoon."
"It's not that bad, okay? We'll figure it out. Just...don't tell Steve."
"Too late."
"What?"
"He walked in on us."
"WHAT?"
You made the sound of an explosion, complete with hand movements she couldn't see.
"Okay, don't do anything crazy. I'll be home in a couple hours."
"Nat, don't cut your vacation short because of me."
"It's one day, (Y/N). Besides, you need me."
You wanted to deny it, but you really did need her. "Thanks," you whispered.
"You're welcome. I'll see you in a few hours."
**********
Two weeks had gone by since you'd slept with Bucky and broken up with Steve. Natasha had stayed with you for the first week...you were much too upset to be left alone.
You spent the second week by yourself...you needed the time alone to figure things out. Natasha had been helpful, but she'd also been upset with you for ruining things with Steve over Bucky. She'd always hated that he broke your heart.
As much as you loved Natasha, you knew you needed advice from someone else. You wanted to believe everything Bucky had told you, but you were too jaded to believe him without proof.
Steve was Bucky's best friend before the two of you had started dating and they really hadn't talked since. Bucky became closer to Sam Wilson over time and you knew they were best friends now. You decided Sam was the person you needed to talk to, so you called him up and asked him to meet you for lunch.
Sam hadn't been surprised when you'd called him...Bucky had told him everything that had happened. What did surprise him was that you wanted to meet up to talk.
He contemplated calling Bucky to tell him, but he decided it would probably be better to talk to you first. So he got himself together and went out to meet you for lunch.
You were already seated at a table in the back of the restaurant when Sam walked in. You waved him over and he took a seat across from you.
"Hey, (Y/N). How are you?" Sam asked as he sat down.
"Honestly, Sam, I've been better."
He was a little surprised by your candidness, and he wasn't sure if he should play dumb or admit Bucky had talked to him already. He opted for something in the middle of the two, "Bucky mentioned he went to see you a couple weeks ago."
"Did he say anything else?" you asked uncomfortably.
Sam knew better than to try and verbally lie to you, so he simply shook his head.
"He may have left some things out," you said softly. "Steve and I broke up."
Sam's eyes widened. He did his best to act surprised as he asked, "Why? What happened?"
"Bucky happened," you said honestly.
"What do you mean?"
You closed your eyes for a second...not quite ready to admit you'd done something terrible. "He shows up back in my life after two years and says a bunch of shit that I don't know what to do with. Who does he think he is? I was happy, Sam. I was getting married in a couple weeks!"
Sam sighed. "I know, (Y/N)...and I've known you for a long time, so I'm just going to say this: you were content with Steve. He never rocked the boat, never challenged you or upset you, never did anything to hurt you--but he also never made you laugh so hard you couldn't breathe, he never made you smile so wide your face hurt, and I know for a fact he never loved you the way Bucky does."
You stared at your friend in silence. You knew Bucky had loved you two years before and he'd professed his love to you mere weeks ago...what you'd spent two years denying to everyone including yourself, was how you felt about Bucky. You'd never loved anyone the way you loved him and as much as you cared for Steve, it never came close to how you felt about Bucky.
"It's okay to admit you still love him," Sam said gently.
"Is he different, Sam? I mean really, truly different? Because I can't--" you took a shaky breath. "I can't go through that again."
Sam shook his head. "He's not the same man he was before. You know how I felt about him when we first met...we didn't become friends just to fill some kind of void in our lives. I love the guy like a brother, but I would never lie to you (Y/N). You're family too."
You swallowed thickly. "Natasha says I should move on."
Sam waved his hand dismissively. "Natasha doesn't know Bucky like I do. She knew him before...she has no idea who he is now."
"I know," you whispered. "That's why I wanted to talk to you."
Sam cocked his head to the side. "You wanted to know if Bucky had really changed."
You nodded.
"Because you still love him."
"I never stopped," you admitted.
Sam offered you a gentle smile. "You should tell him that."
Your eyes were teary as you looked up at your friend. "I know."
**********
Two days later, you were standing on the front steps of Bucky's apartment. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and you were quite certain you were moments away from throwing up. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt this anxious.
Your decision to come here had been spur of the moment and you suddenly regretted that decision. You'd hit the buzzer for Bucky's apartment, but no one responded. Like an idiot, you hadn't even bothered to check if he was home before coming all the way over there.
You turned around to leave, feeling like a fool, when you heard the door open behind you and a voice call your name. When you turned back around, Bucky was standing in the threshold, looking at you in surprise.
"Oh, I umm--I thought you weren't home."
He gestured to the call box. "The damn speaker is broken again, so you couldn't hear my response. I woulda buzzed you up, but that's also not working right..."
"Oh."
"Yeah," he mumbled. "So...what brings you by?"
You were one hundred percent certain he could hear your heart beating even without his super hearing and your breathing had become obviously shallow. You felt like an absolute moron standing on his front stoop, staring at him in silence. He was beautiful and it always took your breath away...even now.
"I thought we should talk," you blurted.
Bucky looked slightly surprised, but he nodded in agreement. "Why don't you come inside?" He turned to go back through the door.
When you made no move to follow him, he stopped and said, "Or we can just stand out here..."
You shook your head, partially in response to his statement and partially to clear your head. You didn't say anything, but you took a step towards him, so he turned to guide you up to his apartment.
"Sorry about all the stairs. I like being up higher."
"It's fine."
Once inside his apartment, he gestured for you to have a seat before heading into the kitchen. "Can I get you anything? Maybe something to drink?"
You'd never felt so awkward in your entire life and you knew you weren't going to be able to say anything you wanted to like this. "Do you have whiskey?"
Bucky chuckled lightly. "Always. On the rocks?"
"Is there any other way?"
He laughed. "Touché."
He brought you the drink and sat down on the couch across from you with his own. "Please sit, (Y/N)."
You didn't want to be any weirder than you already were, so you took a seat on the chair beside you. You took a long drink from your glass, almost draining it.
"Should I have made it a double?" he teased lightly.
You looked down at your glass in embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm just--nervous, I guess."
"No need to apologize," he said gently. "And no need to be nervous."
You laughed breathily. "I think I'll have to disagree on that one." You downed the rest of your drink and sat the glass on the table in front of you.
"Would you like another one?"
"No--I uhh, I think one will be enough."
He nodded. "So...what did you wanna talk about?"
The speed with which you'd ingested the whiskey ensured you felt it almost immediately. You took a deep breath, allowing the liquor to calm your nerves. "I wanted to talk about what happened."
"When?"
Your eyes snapped up to his. "Seriously?"
"Ahh...so this is about the other day."
"Yeah, Bucky, it's about the other day. Ya know, when I cheated on my fiancé with you and broke his heart? That day."
"His heart? Not yours?"
You didn't appreciate the tone in his voice, so you snapped, "No, you managed to do that all on your own."
He sighed and sat his drink down. "That was two years ago, (Y/N)."
"Doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt."
"I know, and I'm sorry. Hurting you was never what I wanted. But we needed to be apart and the only way that was going to happen was if I hurt you. You just wouldn't leave," he finished softly.
"Because I loved you, Bucky! Is that really so terrible?"
"No, of course not. But I never would have gotten the help I needed if you hadn't left me...if I didn't have a reason to get better."
"I wasn't reason enough?"
"You were my reason and that was the problem. I needed to do it for myself and I couldn't do that if you were there."
You were quiet for a moment. "Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever did, James. I didn't think my heart would ever heal."
"How'd you think I felt when you got together with my best friend?"
You winced. "It just sort of...happened."
He sighed. "I wanted you to be happy and if Steve was the one who made you happy, then I had to accept that. But that's why I left, (Y/N). I couldn't stand to be in the same city as you two anymore. The possibility of running into you was too painful to risk."
"I'm really sorry, Buck. I didn't do it to hurt you."
He looked up at you with soft eyes. "I know that. It's not in your nature, nor is it in Steve's. You can't help who you fall in love with."
"I missed you...so much, and Steve--Steve understood how that felt. Better than anyone."
"Did you love him?"
"Yes."
"Were you really planning on spending the rest of your life with him?"
"Yes."
"If he hadn't caught us...would you still be marrying him?"
"I...I--I couldn't. I can't. It wouldn't be fair to him. Not when I feel--what I feel."
"And what do you feel?" Bucky asked softly.
"Bucky..."
"Please."
You sighed heavily. "When I first got together with Steve, I still loved you more than anything. Over time, I suppressed that love just enough that I could open myself up to loving someone else. After a while...it got easier and easier to pretend I felt nothing at all for you. And then you barged back into my life."
Bucky didn't say a word, too scared to stop the flow of emotions coming from you.
"You barged in and you brought all of those emotions back to the surface. You made me remember everything I'd ever felt for you--and I wanted to hate you for it. I wanted to hate you so badly, but I couldn't. I can't find it in me to hate the person I love the most. I never fell out of love with you, Bucky, I just hid it really well."
He wanted to speak, to say something to acknowledge what you just said, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he got up and came to stand directly in front of you, before kneeling down and grabbing your hands in his. "I think this is the moment where I'm supposed to say something deep and profound, but all I can think to say is, 'I love you too'."
Tears filled your eyes. "That's more than enough," you whispered.
He pulled himself up slightly so he could reach your face. He gently pulled you down towards him, kissing you with a loving intensity that set your soul aflame.
Loving Bucky Barnes just felt right, as if it was all you were ever meant to do. He was the love your life and being here with him in this moment reminded you of how good it felt to be in the arms of someone you loved with every part of you.
When you'd left Bucky two years ago, you'd left a piece of your soul with him, a piece you'd worried you wouldn't be able to live without. You'd learned how to, but it wasn't the same--you weren't the same.
For the first time in years, you felt whole--complete. If life was a giant puzzle, Bucky was your missing piece. And in the darkness of his bedroom, wrapped in his arms, you made a promise to love him forever--a promise he returned in kind.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes smut#james buchanan barnes#marvel smut
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Turns Out Im Not Real
by LadyLace
Post-Spyral, there’s a snafu with a Zeta tube; suddenly Dick isn’t in Kansas anymore. Aka I catapult comics(sort of)-Dick into Batman: Wayne Family Adventures bc I can. How long will it take them to notice their Dicks have been replaced?
Featuring angst and h/c dressed in a trench coat and top hat disguised as crackish pranks and tomfoolery via batfam shenanigans
Words: 805, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Luke Fox, Batfamily Members (DCU), Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne, Justice League (DCU), Literally everyone will make an appearance ok, Barbara Gordon
Relationships: Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, No Romantic Relationship(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Ship who you wanna ship, Gen Work, Dimension Travel, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Humor, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Prank Wars, Hurt Dick Grayson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Tries to Be a Good Older Sibling, Dick Grayson Has Eldest Daughter Syndrome, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug
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Francisco Morales | Masterlist
Series
SNAFU - Shifter AU/SEAL Team crossover [Unfinished] [AO3]
Oneshots
Safe Harbour | Mostly fluff, some smutty themes. [AO3]
Vampire Frankie | Smutty vampire content | Part 1 | Part 2 [AO3]
Shore Leave (MMF Frankie x Santi x Reader) | Part 1 | Part 2 | [AO3]
Whole | MMF Frankie x Santi x Reader one shot [AO3]
Enemies to Lovers Frankie x Reader Part 1 | Part 2✨ (New) | Part 3 (coming soon) [AO3]
Heatwave | Fluffy standalone - sleeping next to your nuclear reactor of a boyfriend [AO3]
Creep (dark!fic) as part of my Spotify Wrapped Ask Game
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#fanfic#francisco catfish morales#francisco morales x reader#fluffbruary 2024#fluff#triple frontier#triple frontier fanfiction#francisco morales#triple frontier fanfic#triple frontier fic#frankie catfish morales#frankie morales#ao3 fanfic#frankie morales x you#frankie morales fluff#frankie x reader#francisco morales fanfiction#frankie morales x reader#francisco morales x you#francisco morales fluff#bubble bath#vampires#vampirism#vampire
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Hi,
can you write the morning after with the pacific boys? (can u include runner please? if u don’t mind. he’s my favorite lol)
The night after with the pacific boys ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
genre! Romance; suggestive; fluff
warnings! suggestive, kissing
A/n: Thank you sm for your request! Let me know if you like it
Eugene Sledge : He’s so kind, from the moment you wake up to the moment you guys both get out of bed. He wakes up before you, and he can help but just admire how beautiful you are to him, and all of the events that came about last night, but he feels so lucky. When you wake up he asks if you need anything, and gives out the amazing idea of going out for breakfast after the eventful night before.
Sidney Phillips: Wakes up way after you, and even when he does wake up he doesn’t want to get up at all, would rather just sit and cuddle all day in bed with you, after last night he has officially becomes whipped for you, so honestly he’s willing to do anything you want to do later that day. You guys settle for cuddling in bed while watching tv together, he can’t get enough of you though, the images of last night pop up into his brain and he can’t help but bring up the idea of a round 2
Robert Leckie: Wakes up with a big ass smirk on his face. He’s still as happy as can be about last night, just replaying all of the things that happened last night, he can’t help but feel so lucky that he got to be the one you do stuff with. Wakes you up with kisses all over, giggling until you finally wake up. When you do he pulls you over to him with a big big hug, thanking you for last night over and over again.
Lew ‘Chuckler’ Juergens: He’s so cute the whole morning that you guys spend together, you wake up first, but quickly fall back asleep considering how comfy his arms are while holding you. Both of you are pretty in and out of sleep the whole morning but it’s so cute, just sneaking kisses here and there and being playful with each other, despite the fact that last night was the complete opposite. He’s so soft and sweet the whole morning, making you feel extra lucky.
Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton: Wakes you up to kissing and leaving small bites all over your neck, it’s so romantic and slow, but also rough enough to wake you up, round 2 is immediately followed by those kisses, afterwards, you guys decide to go back to bed and relax for the rest of the day, contrary to popular belief, he shows you such a sweet side to him, he has such a soft spot for you. He’ll hold you for the rest of the day and remind you how amazing you are in bed.
John Basilone: He looks soooo good the morning after, like the sight of him shirtless in the morning light is almost a heavenly thing for you to wake up to. He wakes up almost immediately after you, catching on to your intense stares, “How do you feel, darling?” He says, with his deep raspy morning voice, leaving you almost speechless. You guys spend the rest of the day just taking it easy, with lots and lots of kissing and hugging, watching movies on the couch while feeling his strong arms around you, all that good stuff.
R.V. Burgin: Being the gentlemen he is, he wakes you up to an amazing plate of breakfast in bed. He’s so sweet asking you if you need anything at all, he’s a complete simp for you and is willing to do anything if you ask him to. After he offers to give you an amazing massage, which you gladly accept. He’s so amazing and reminds you how amazing last night was.
Wilbur ‘Runner’ Conley : He’s a complete angel the entire morning, he wakes up before you and can’t help but stare at how beautiful you are, later he *attempts* to make breakfast for you but fails bad, almost burning the whole house down and waking you up, when you walk into the kitchen and see him, trying to make pancakes, you can help but laugh. Both of you agree to go out for breakfast instead but you can’t help melt at his sweet offer to make it in the first place.
Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith: Does not want to wake up at all, would rather just hold you in bed for the rest of the day. Even when you try to wake him up, he whines about it to where you just give in, and stay in the bed with him. He’s so happy that he gets to spend this time with you. Just holding you and being sweet with you after last night. Asks you if you liked it and if there was anything he did to make you feel uncomfortable. He loves playing with your hair while you guys are laid up together, it actually becomes his new favorite thing.
If you enjoyed make sure to like or reblog! Support is always appreciated and welcome! 🤍🤍
#the pacific#john basilone#eugene sledge#sidney phillips#robert leckie#hbo war#the pacific reacts#the pacific headcannons#ithinkabouttzu#bill hoosier smith#runner conley#rv burgin#snafu shelton#chuckler juergens
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A Vigilante and a Gentlemen Masterlist
Image Credit:kissmegoodbye.net / Jakub Kapusnak (Unsplash) / Kevin Turcios (Unsplash)
A Vigilante and A Gentlemen
Rating: 18+ for canon-typical violence and eventual smut
Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader
Summary: You are an office manager and aspiring novelist. One day when you are walking to work, you past a construction site where the men began to catcall. With the exception of one who stops the others in their tracks. You find yourself intrigued by this rather mysterious man who calls himself Pete Castiglione. It helps that he keeps taking off his shirt in the summer heat.
Warnings: Sexual harassment, fear of sexual assault, swearing
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Drama
Current Status: Ongoing, 1 installment has been posted.
Please let me know if you wish to be added to the series taglist.
Series Page on A03
Completed Installments
Part 1 - Code of Conduct
Upcoming Installments
Part 2 - Untitled
Future Installments (In No Particular Order)
Rules of Engagement
Always Faithful
Hurry Up and Wait
Bite the Bullet
Devil Dog
FUBAR
SNAFU
#the punisher#frank castle x reader#frank castle x you#a vigilante and a gentlemen series#a vigilante and a gentlemen masterlist
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Gurl. Sledgefu Valentine-day drabble! Make it fluff, make it angst, make it heart-shaped! *guitar riff*
LINH you’re a genius truly. i had way too much fun with this; enjoy some modern au sledgefu for the Number One sledgefu pal <3
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“‘m just sayin’. You broke up with me.”
Merriell flicked at Eugene’s ear, staring up at the ceiling in something that could almost be amusement, if he wasn’t almost flat-on-his-ass fucked out. “I did it for good reasons.” He muttered, bringing his smoke to his mouth with the fingers that weren’t running through Eugene’s hair, lank with sweat and darkened to a burnt carmine.
From where he rested his head at his chest, Eugene stretched, reaching his own nimble fingers up to take the cigarette from Snafu, bruised lips wrapping around it absently. The sight of him hollowing his cheeks out to pull at it made the corner of Merriell’s mouth quirk up, an almost helpless smile, and Eugene arched a pale eyebrow, unimpressed. Snafu shook his head.
“Just rememberin’, ‘s all.” He said, smooth, tugging at Eugene’s hair. “Gimme my smoke back.”
Eugene released it easily enough. “What in the hell’s a good reason.” He muttered, not a question, temple sticky with sweat where it rested against Merriell’s bare collarbone, shifting slightly.
It was goddamn hot, in the room, because Merriell’s AC broke a week and a half ago and he hadn’t gotten along to getting it fixed, even though he could easily, and he wasn’t expecting this. Not anymore.
“A good reason is realisin’ that all we had in common wasn’t good enough, cher.” Snafu said. Because Eugene might have been his ex, now, but he was always just Sledge, first, and Merriell didn’t lie. He never would.
Eugene didn’t seem insulted, by his reason. Instead, he just snorted, pale and freckled nose wrinkling up delicately. “Why do you say it like that?” He asked, his own accent curling queerly around his words, and Merriell wrinkled his nose right back.
“Like what? Cher?” He asked, and Eugene huffed, leaning forward to peck at his lips in what was more of a bite than anything else.
“My sister-in-law’s been learnin’ French.” He said, clever mouth leaving Merriell’s own to suck a gentle mark under his jaw. “And it doesn't sound anything like that. Y’sound like you’re sayin’ the first syllable in Shawshank Redemption.”
He followed the honey-words with a sharper bite at Merriell’s jaw, and Snafu hissed slightly as his tongue soothed the mark. “Y’ever even seen Shawshank Redemption?” He asked, fingers still teasing through Eugene’s hair, tugging none so gently. Eugene made a discontented sound as he did, releasing Merriell’s skin to bat away the hand in his hair.
“No.” He said, eyes still dilated, lips a cherry-soda red. Merriell hummed, tugging on his hair slightly to force him forward, another biting kiss.
And if they were still dating, and if Merriell thought he had any sort of permission to have Eugene in any way other than this, he would make promises.
Would whisper them against Eugene’s bruised and blood-welled skin, would bite them into his lips. Would promise to show him movies, or teach him phrases, or show him how to break a copperhead’s spine just right so it became like a scaly rope in his palms.
But they weren’t still dating, and Merriell wouldn’t promise him anything. Not when he had any right to. Never did, even, maybe.
When they were, they didn’t call it that, and Merriell taught him different things, anyhow. Like how to best read a map. Keep sand out of his rifle carbine. Line up the sights just right, leading a running man on, and squeezing the trigger—
Merriell’s skin almost crawled.
He didn’t want to think about that.
Instead, he pressed lips to Eugene’s tacky-warm skin, an unspoken, unpromised prayer. Eugene leaned into him, a near affectionate cat, before pushing away from Merriell’s chest to lay back on his mattress. Snafu only had one pillow, so he closed his eyes against his sheets with a soft hum, eyes slipping shut.
Merriell was helpless to only watch him, heart somewhere in his throat and somewhere in the sand, the sky, the ocean.
“All we had in common wasn’t good enough.” Eugene murmured, lips forming the same words that Merriell had said seconds before with none so much of a whisper. “I think that’s bullshit, Mer.”
Merriell released a soft, hoarse sound in the back of his throat, maybe a protest. “‘s a good reason.” He said, as convincingly as he could. He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, anymore. “All we had was a secret. That was it.”
Eugene stretched, back arching against the mattress, eyes staying closed. Midday sun streamed through wooden blinds, striping him like a gold-red tiger, freckled and warm and tacky with sweat.
“Mutual frustration over the DADT.” He murmured thoughtfully, and Merriell hummed.
“And the DADT’s been repealed, boo.” He said, like it wasn’t obvious, like they hadn’t fucking celebrated it, like they both hadn’t known that it was going to be their end.
Eugene rolled over onto his stomach like he didn’t know. “Bite me.” He said, and, as always, the phrase in his mouth made Merriell smile. “Not like it matters. What’s my favourite colour?”
“Green.” Snafu said unthinkingly, the word on his tongue like it had always been there. Eugene hummed, reaching out a single reddened, freckled hand towards him, running light fingertips over Merriell’s cheekbones, the wedge of his nose.
“And what’s your favourite colour?”
Snafu huffed, impertinent, but responded to him all the same. That was another problem; he couldn’t fucking refuse him a thing. “Green.”
“See? There you go.” Eugene sounded almost entirely too smug. “I should come down here and visit more often.”
Coming down and visiting was more akin to Eugene tracking Merriell down through Burgie and then threatening his address out of his boss, and visiting was more like jimmying the lock on his door and not letting Snafu push him out.
“You broke down my fucking door like we were still in Iraq, Genie.” He said, his words slurred by Eugene’s trailing fingers across his lips, and Eugene leaned forward further, kissing at the mark he’d left under Merriell’s jaw heartbeats beforehand.
“Well, you ran away like we were still in Iraq, Merriell, so all’s fair.” He said evenly, smugly, and Snafu turned to squint his eyes at him.
“If this is what college is doing to you,” he said, in reference to the general rebuking and smugness, “you need to quit immediately. It’s not good for you.”
Eugene’s laugh was a huffing exhale, breathed across the side of Merriell’s face. “On the contrary,” he said, “I’m gonna start bringing you with me.”
“I don’t know how to read.” Snafu said immediately.
“Mm. That would make sense, you never responded to any of my emails.”
“Yeah. My reading dog is only down here every other month to go through my taxes for me. ‘s a real delicate system, Gene. My brain would burn outta my skull ‘f you brought me anywhere near a school.”
Eugene hummed, a low, playful rumble, and shifted up to press his lips to Merriell’s again, tongue tracing the seam of his lips.
“Best just keep you here, then.” He muttered, and Snafu hummed, hand shifting up to run through Eugene’s hair, again.
“Alright.” He said, in between bruised and gentle kisses. “But just remember—” Eugene pushed up and over him, laying directly on top of him, their legs tangling together, and Merriell brought his other hand to press against the back of his neck. “I broke up with you.”
Eugene hummed, and it sounded amused in a way that Snafu’d never heard, anywhere else.
“I hear you did it for good reasons.” He mumbled against Snafu’s lips.
#rie writes#i need to start writing more sledgefu..... they're quite delightful.....#sledgefu#eugene sledge#snafu shelton#merriell shelton#the pacific#hbo war
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Premiere Pride : Freddy Carter x Reader SMAU
Descr: Social media AU of Freddy’s girlfriend attending the S&B Season 2 Premiere. Fluff
Warnings: flirting, and Freddy’s gorgeousness might melt your phones, otherwise it’s all just fluff. 💜
Freddy’s Story
Y/N’s Story
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yourusername: Freddy, I’m so insanely proud of you! You more than deserve everything you are getting to experience tonight ❤️ #sabseason2premiere
Photo credit: @/benbarnes
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freddycarter1: truly honored to have you on my arm tonight darling 😘 thank you for always supporting me xxx
kittheyounger: wonder what could cause that smoulder 🤔 x
freddycarter1: the sight in front of me was too beautiful 🤷♂️
yourusername: 🥹❤️
lbardugo: thank you Freddy for being our Kazzle Dazzle 🖤
shadowandbone: he’s a star 🤩
benbarnes: you know I took this photo cause he was checking you out, right? 😂😉
yourusername: I didn’t until I saw Kit and Freddy’s comments 🥹 but he’s so pretty, I love that smile ❤️
freddycarter1: it’s all yours darling xxx
Freddy’s Story
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yourusername: I’ll never get enough of these two! In case you hadn’t noticed, tonight I’m tagging along with my beautiful best friend and my beautiful boyfriend while they walk the red carpet for the S&B season 2 premiere! I’m so v proud; love you both sm!😘
p.s. full disclosure, the carpet is actually black 🤫
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freddycarter1: another great photo taken by my beautiful girlfriend 😘
daniellegalligan_: babe, ilysm! ❤️
yourusername: I love you more D🥰
daniellegalligan_: more than Freddy? 👀
yourusername: Danniiii, let’s not do this, hmm?😂
freddycarter1: that’s a no 😏
yourusername: Freddyyy, that was not a no🙄
daniellegalligan_: so it’s a yes? 😏
yourusername: I didn’t say that either 🙄
freddycarter1: it was a yes or no question sweetheart x 🤔
daniellegalligan_: yeah, so, what’s the answer?👀❤️
yourusername: I changed my mind, I hate you both 😒
sabcrows: i think your friendship with Dani while dating Freddy really helped them form that on screen sibling-like rivalry bond their characters have 🙂
yourusername: As much as I’d like up take the credit for such an amazing thing, they’re both phenomenal at their jobs; what you’re seeing in Nina and Kaz’s dynamic is all due to raw talent from these two 🤗
shadowandbone: classy 😊
Y/N’s Story
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yourusername: eternally proud of everyone on that stage, you all look great and this season is unreal 🤩❤️ honored to be here to witness this!
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freddycarter1: no one else I’d rather have as my guest tonight 😘
daniellegalligan_: so glad you could make it xxx
kittheyounger: Season 2, let’s go! 🙌
amitasuman_: ❤️ thank you for helping me with my wardrobe snafu
yourusername: I’ve got you girl, always 🥰
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freddycarter1: cheesing the night away 🖤
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yourusername: that smile 😍 (also, KANEJ!)
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netflix: the crows and their creator ✨
lbardugo: my little family ❤️
benbarnes: looking good everyone! 🖤
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shadowandbone: Freddy answers some questions on the carpet of the season 2 premiere!
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yourusername: My brunch boy x 🧇
freddycarter1: ❤️
benbarnes: how long did it take you to actually hear his answers? I could hear you playing the clip like 8 times 😂
yourusername: I was a bit distracted..😍 can you really blame me? 🤷♀️
freddycarter1: 😂 you’re insane, ily xxx
kittheyounger: Freddy is the King of brunch
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Love your blog! I've always been a Re:Vale fan (and still am) and didn't have eyes or ears for the other groups…but your characterizations have made me start liking Trigger too. This may be a bit of a controversial request so I won't feel bad if you pass on it. Could I have the Trigger boys reacting to their s/o's tummy growling in front of them? This is not coming from an ED mindset--I've been extremely busy/stressed (working 6+ day weeks, juggling 3 part-time jobs, and having random SNAFU stuff come up with family that results in more responsibilities/duties etc.) and so meals/eating has kind of fallen by the wayside for me. Still eat…but maybe only managing to eat breakfast in a single day or something. Made me crave being taken care of/fussed over by the Trigger boys. Thank you!
SLOW DOWN.
Your schedule is packed and you’ve been neglecting your own health. However, your boyfriend is not having it.
ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.
cw/genre: fluff, comfort, soft caring boyfriends.
hello, lovely ! thank you so much for requesting. Your words honor me, really ! I’m very happy my fics could make you love TRIGGER, that’s really one of the highest compliments I could ever get, so thank you, truly <3 My apologies that I’m quite late in posting this, I hope it’s still to your liking. Also, I hope you can find a moment to take a break too, take care, please !
♡ YAOTOME GAKU
— Gaku misses you.
— The moments you two spend alone together are becoming more and more scarce.
— And it’s not due to any fallouts or misunderstandings, no, far from it, actually.
— You miss him too.
— Because for the last few weeks, all you’ve been doing is work. Commuting from one workplace to another, providing for your family, with barely any days off.
— Which resulted in your time with your boyfriend being affected; fleeting kisses and ‘see you tonight’s are the longest conversations you’ve been sharing lately, your nights cuddled by each other’s side watching movies being cut short when you helplessly fell asleep on Gaku’s shoulder.
— He sighs, a little saddened. It’s unfair you are exerting yourself like this… Without barely a moment to breathe… He hopes you’re only taking on so much work for a short while.
— Laying you down on his bed and pulling the covers snuggly around you, Gaku decides to reserve some time from his own schedule to come see you at work the next day.
♡
Carrying another flowerpot, you heave a sigh the moment you place it on the shelf.
With the back of your hand, you wipe the sweat from your brow. Your arms are slightly shaking, having spent a good part of the morning moving boxes and arranging the shelves of the flower shop you work at part time.
With a sideways glance at the ticking clock, you realize it’s almost lunchtime.
Though it was never really lunchtime for you, as you usually spent the hour you had going over several papers that needed to be sorted for your office job.
Switching the door’s sign to ‘closed’, you pull a chair next to the counter, as a flurry of documents begins to cover the entirety of the wooden surface.
Then, a chiming sound makes you momentarily lose your focus.
“Sorry, we’re closed.” You announce, not even bothering to raise your gaze from the work at hand.
You hear the door closing with a dull ‘thud’, footsteps approaching.
“I said,” You brace your hands on the table, standing up from your seat. “That we are clo-“
Steel hued eyes meet yours in the middle of your sentence.
“Gaku!” You smile up at him. He doesn’t miss the dark circles under your eyes. “What are you doing here?”
One of his hands cups your cheek, the pads of his fingers smoothing over the tiredness of your skin, as if just like that, he could erase the clouds of sleepless nights from your stare.
“Inviting you to have lunch with me, of course.” He utters, in the blossom scented space that separates you.
You lower your head, hair falling in front of your eyes.
“Dear… I would love that but… I don’t have the time. I’m sorry…” You trail off, thinking of the meager energy drink you’ve had time to buy on your way here this morning.
As if to announce that it is time already for you to have a proper meal, your stomach growls.
Heat rises to your cheeks. This is so embarrassing! For your gut to make that kind of noise in front of your hot boyfriend.
“You didn’t hear that…” You mumble, looking everywhere except at him.
A chuckle causes you to look at him wide eyed.
“Gaku, please, don’t make fun of me…” You whine, holding onto his arm.
Those crystalline eyes of his soften, his hand finding yours.
“I’m not making fun of you, but you need to eat. So I’m taking you to the soba shop, yeah? I’ll drive you back to your other job afterwards.”
“But I… You have work too… I just can’t waste your time like this… driving me afterwards…”
“[Y/n], look at me.” Your boyfriend’s tone is serious, yet still warm.
When your gaze meets his, his expression is solemn.
“You never waste my time. Never.”
You sigh, a tired smile making it to your lips. It warms your heart, really that your partner is so sweet.
“Alright.” You utter, gathering your stuff. “And Gaku?”
“Yes, love?”
“Thank you.” You tell him, as you nuzzle against his side.
“Nothing to thank me for.” He whispers, with a kiss to the crown of your head.
The midday sun outlines your intertwined hands against the concrete as you make your way to his car.
You promise to make time for him soon.
♡ KUJO TENN
— Tenn is very perceptive, so, honestly, it will be hard for you to neglect yourself before he notices and “forces” you to take care.
— He sees how you barely have any energy left whenever you two happen to have the same day off.
— How you’re so flooded with projects for work you barely tell him about your day anymore, dismissing the topic with a ‘busy, as usual.’
— And well, he knows what you’re doing. How, in order to provide for others, to make enough money and keep your superiors at work pleased, you’re running yourself ragged.
— How does he know? Well, because he pretty much does the exact same thing; just giving, to his fans, to his family, to everyone, even at the cost of his own happiness or health.
— But with you, he wants you to put yourself first. You’re so dear to him, Tenn can’t bear the thought of seeing your light dim like this.
— And he will not hesitate to confront you about it.
♡
The shuffling of steps causes for Tenn to look up from his book.
Usually, his face lit up whenever he saw you, but today, the image of you breaks his heart a little.
You look sickly. Your hair is a mess, your clothes are all rumpled, and nasty looking shadows seem to have been permanently etched under the bright eyes he loves to look into.
Tenn swallows; he has to do something about it, your condition is just going to worsen if you keep this up.
“[Y/n]…” Your boyfriend calls you as you rummage through the kitchen cupboards.
“Tenn, do we have any energy bars left?” You ask, still searching.
He sighs. It’s your day off today. And you’re not even going to have a proper meal?
“[Y/n].” He repeats, his tone a tad colder.
“Where did I put them…” You muse to yourself.
Well, you’re bent on not paying attention to him, so he’ll have to snap you out of this vicious cycle.
Your lover’s hand wraps around your wrist, firm but gentle. He spins you around, making you face him.
You let out a gasp, taken aback by his bold action right now.
“[Y/n], listen to me.” Tenn commands, still not letting go of you.
“Tenn, I’m sorry, but I don’t have time now-“
He pulls you closer to him.
“You will listen.”
He can feel your shallow breathing now, his silken strands of starlight on snow brushing the side of your cheek, his comforting and sweet scent surrounding you.
Oh, how you wish you could just bask in his warmth, curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and a plate of the donuts he so adores as you two read on the couch.
But sadly, your situation doesn’t exactly leave you the time for such hedonistic actions.
“Tenn…” You breathe, wide eyed.
“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” He lets out, voice breaking a little, barely above a whisper.
“Doing what?”
“You’re not hydrating properly, your lips are all chapped; you’re not sleeping enough, and when was the last time you had a real meal?” Your boyfriend questions, his thumb running soothing patterns over your wrist.
As if in response, your tummy decides to rumble right then and there.
You slump your shoulders, burying your face in his chest. The softness of his sweater is welcoming, akin to a comfort blanket that’s been with you since childhood.
“Nothing gets past you, does it?” You laugh, humorlessly, closing your eyes to all the burdens you’ve been shouldering alone.
Your shoulders start to shake. Tenn’s arms wrap around your form, so frail now, as if a simple gust of wind could shatter what remains of your sanity.
“Not when it comes to you, my love.” Your boyfriend answers, his voice a sweet melancholy symphony. “Now, why don’t I run a hot bath for you and make us something to eat?” He suggests, his fingers lacing with yours. “It’s our day off, so, please, rest.” He murmurs, honeyed lips leaving the softest kiss ever known to your cheek.
“I’d like that.” You reply, squeezing Tenn’s hands a little tighter. “I’d really love that.”
Your boyfriend gives you a tender smile, bringing you close to him again, wrapping you in the sweetness of his delicate hug.
“I’d love that too, my [Y/n].”
You look up at him. Then:
“I love you, Tenn-Tenn.”
Shades of vibrant pink flower across his cheeks at your use of the cute nickname, eyes of rosé dreams softening even more when he regards you.
“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”
Protected in Tenn’s embrace, you feel the exhaustion and hunger of the last few weeks seeping away.
Your Tenn really is an angel, you think, as you bathe in his comforting light for a few more instants.
♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE
— Sweet Ryu, who just wants to see you always smiling.
— He’s been feeling this ache lately; the time you two share together has been diminishing; your smiles have become more rare; you’re not there when he wakes up or when he goes to bed.
— And in moments when you two are actually together, you barely talk, just cuddling up into him, your face buried in his chest.
— Don’t get him wrong, he loves holding you close, he really does, but there’s something in your smile that feels… off.
— As if you were a candle, out in a windy night, threatening to topple over and either extinguish or go up in flames.
— Ryu’s worried… Have you been eating properly lately? He knows you work at different places and don’t really have the time to sit down and have nutritious meals nor to prepare them.
— He’ll have to make up for it.
♡
The sound of the front door opening and closing announces your return.
Outside, it’s pitch dark night, mid-autumn wind blowing with force, the trees lining the street inevitably bending to its imposing tune.
You carelessly throw your bag to the floor as you remove your shoes, too exhausted to even sort out the files inside. That’s a future you problem, for now.
Releasing a breath, you pull back your shoulders, an attempt at releasing some of the accumulated tension.
“Long day?” A voice you loved, no matter if it was whispering sweet nothings or singing on bright stages, asks.
Your lips curl up in a soft smile, following the sound of his voice to the kitchen.
“You could say that.” You sigh, slumping on one of the chairs.
Your boyfriend turns around, switching off the fire momentarily.
It’s cute, you think, the sight of him donning an apron, cooking so peacefully and joyfully… If you weren’t so tired you’d love nothing more than to help him with it… But truth be told, lately you don’t even have time to pack your own lunch boxes.
“You know,” Ryu takes a seat next to you, his hand on yours over the table. “If there’s ever anything troubling you, I’m here to help you through it. No matter what it is, we’ll face it together.”
His eyes of melted sunlight stare at you with determination; so inviting, a blank book beckoning you to write in a language only you two speak all of your worries.
“Well it’s just…” You begin. “Lately, I’m… I feel…like work is taking up so much from me… I barely have time to spend with you or to eat…”
As if to prove your point, your belly chooses that exact moment to grumble.
“Damn it, that’s embarrassing.” You curse through gritted teeth.
Ryunosuke offers you one of his serene smiles.
“Dinner will be ready in a minute, my dear.”
He stands up, lips brushing against your forehead in a kiss that’s loving and reassuring.
“Just relax and let me take care of you tonight.” He softly tells you as he parts.
You’re glad you have the day off tomorrow. You’re so making up for lost time with him.
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Hello everyone I am ballad-of-birdy-lamb but you can call me Birdy! I used to be @Mystic-bumble but I accidentally deleted my account. 😭
I will write for The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Brave New World, 1984, and To Kill a Mockingbird!!!
The Hunger Games:
Katniss
Peeta
Johanna
Finnick
Annie
Cato
Clove
Thresh
Gale
Haymitch
Effie
The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:
Coriolanus
Lucy Gray
Sejanus
Billy Taupe
Mayfair
Jessup
Reaper
Dill (nothing romantic)
Coral
Mizzen (nothing romantic)
Treech
Lamina
Clemensia
Tigris
Dr. Gaul
Tanner
Brandy
Band of Brothers:
(Reminder: I am writing for the characters in the show, not of the actual people. Also, please recommend more characters if I haven't already put them here)
Eugene Roe
Ronald Speirs
Lewis Nixon
Richard Winters
Babe Heffron
Joe Liebgott
Bull Randleman
Joe Toye
Donald Malarkey
George Luz
William Guarnere
Wayne Sisk
Henry Jones
The Pacific:
(Reminder: I am writing for the characters from the show, not the real people. Also please send in other names if they aren't already on the list, I forgot some of the characters)
Eugene Sledge
Snafu Shelton
Robert Leckie
Sidney Phillips
Chuckler Juergens
Hoosier Smith
I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream:
Ted
Ellen
Gorrister
AM
Brave New World:
John Savage
Lenina Crowne
Bernard Marx
1984:
Winston Smith
Julia
To Kill a Mockingbird:
Atticus Finch
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Holiday Memories
December 16: Candy cane/playlist - Oh my god, they were roommates (Horacio Carrillo x F!reader)
(From the winter prompts found here)
CW: Super-convoluted plot-point; pining; fluff; tons o’typos and grammar snafus
Word Count: 1307
AN: Requested by anon!
It’s the least ideal situation: Horacio Carrillo, grown man and stoic leader of the Search Bloc needs to humble himself and move in with you.
Admittedly, it’s not his fault…nor is he the one that actually has to humble himself and ask you. The Colombian government does the official asking.
It’s a series of catastrophes—there’s a fire in his neighborhood with the house next door, and strong winds blow it in the direction of his house. It’s a near-total loss, and it’s unclear if it’s the usual culprits (faulty wiring, unattended candle) or if it’s arson from the narcos. Threats had been made. Chatter and bragging after the fact point to a possible crime.
Usually, the head of the Search Bloc would get his own temporary apartment in the block of buildings that the U.S. embassy uses for its employees, but they are at capacity.
Carrillo can’t move in with Steve Murphy and his wife and young, adopted daughter.
Carrillo can’t move in with Peña. Well, he could move in with Peña, but he’d be relegated to the couch and while he isn’t a prude, Carrillo doesn’t think he could handle a listening post at Javier’s tour through the women of Medellín.
Carrillo can move in with you. You somehow snagged a rare two-bedroom unit when you moved in, and while he doesn’t work with you day to day—you focus on the political side of the Search Bloc/DEA relationship, keeping the skids greased for mutual benefit—he gets along well enough with you. You’re serious about your work, fluent in Spanish, and quiet.
He could do worse.
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That was back in June. Now, six months later, he is no closer to moving out.
You don’t seem to mind him. You seem to enjoy the company, and you readily admitted early on that you’d been lonely in Medellín. Carrillo had not admitted then that he felt the same, lonely in the evenings.
He hasn’t lived with a woman since Juliana left and divorced him. Living with you is something else entirely.
It’s a strange thing, being so close but so separate: the intimacy of cooking together, sharing a meal, and then sleeping in different rooms. Of seeing you early in the morning, bleary-eyed and in your sleepwear, grouchy until you get some coffee in you.
Of waking you up when he comes in late, stinking of bitter gun smoke and cordite after losing a man. Of the gentle, sleepy way you lay your hand on his arm, the way you gaze at him and ask if he’s okay, if he wants to talk.
You grew up in a family of comfort feeders. Every time he comes in late and low, you offer to make him something. He usually waves you off, but sometimes he doesn’t, and it nourishes him: the way you heat up leftovers, the way you sit and watch him eat. The pleased way you nod when he pushes his empty plate away, as if the heartache of his job can be cured by reheated tamales or a lasagna or a slice of your apple pie with a chunk of mild cheese melted on top.
Maybe the heartache can’t be cured, but he does feel better afterwards.
-----
Of course he falls in love with you. Any idiot would, and Horacio Carrillo is no idiot.
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You get a delivery one evening, a box from the States covered in colorful stamps and giant block printing.
“From my dad,” you tell Carrillo as you plunk it down on the kitchen table with a grin. “A taste of home.”
He sits down and watches as you unbox everything. There’s obvious nods to Christmas—an advent calendar of chocolates, a box of cordial cherries, candy canes. A container of cookies, a container of homemade candy. There’s a jar of homemade salsa, brand-new socks, a framed photo of your family. A framed photo of a dog that makes you sigh sadly.
There’s letters from family and friends, a tidy stack of them tied off with a ribbon. There’s a handful of cassette tapes too, and you look at the handwritten track lists before you laugh and spin away to load one in the stereo.
“All the songs we used to play during the holidays,” you tell him as the opening strains start to play. It’s Nat King Cole, and Carrillo can see the way your eyes light up at all the memories sparking for you.
“Tell me about the holidays when you’re home,” he says softly, and you do.
Your mother’s and grandmother’s militant baking schedule: the cookies from recipes passed down for generations, the fudge, the yule log cakes with marzipan. How an entire weekend is carved out to make hard candy, rock candy flavored with peppermint and cinnamon and lemon.
Midnight Mass with your family, then home to drink eggnog in front of fire. Dozing off in the family room with your siblings by the tree—your parents were New Age types, kinda sorta, and never told you the lie of Santa. Waking up to waffles and breakfast casserole and strong coffee, then unwrapping presents.
“I grew up in Colorado,” you tell him. “It snows there. It was magical, waking up to the world covered in glittering snow. The whole world frozen and cold, but we were tucked in warm with our family.”
“It sounds wonderful,” he says, and it’s not a lie. He’s almost envious, though his family’s Christmases were magical in their own way.
You open the box of candy canes and snap one in two, offer him the hooked end while you suck at your own piece.
“Tell me about your holidays,” you say, and you gaze at him so openly that he does. He shares that with you.
The two of you talk so long that the tape flips to the B side and starts to play. He can feel the shift in you, a melancholy that seems to fall over the evening. All of the talk of family and friends, the memories…it makes you realize what you’re going to miss. What you are missing.
It’s when Dean Martin’s version of “I’ll be Home for Christmas” starts to play that he sees the tears start to rise in your eyes. Carrillo doesn’t think—he only operates on feeling in this moment, and he stands, holds a hand out to you.
“Here,” he says. “Dance with me.”
“Huh?” You blink against the tears and look up at him, confused, but you place your hand in his and allow him to pull you out of your chair. He pulls you away from the table and puts his other hand lightly on your waist, spins you into the living room and sets you into a gentle swaying against the slow song.
You don’t resist him. You hold his hand too, and you lay your other one on his shoulder.
“Didn’t take you for a dancer, Colonel,” you say with a joking lilt, but your voice is quiet, soft. You say it like you don’t want to break the spell he’s woven—transforming your rising melancholy into something better, more intimate.
“I’m good on my feet,” he deadpans. “Dancing, running across Medellín rooftops.”
“A man of many talents.”
“If not many, at least a few.”
You hum at that, but you don’t reply. Neither of you say anything else; you listen to the song and sway gently to it, but you don’t talk. After a few bars, you sigh and rest your head against his shoulder, so he holds you tighter. You squeeze his hand, and maybe he’s reading too much into this single, small moment, but he guesses what you’re saying with that squeeze of your hand.
Maybe you’re saying thank you. Maybe you’re saying I miss my family but I’m glad you’re here.
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Darkness, Electricity, Warmth (Shu Yamino x Reader)
Genre: fluff
Notes: My first fic on this blog! I wrote this bc I got inspired by a blackout that happened in my area recently (and also to sate my desire to be held but you didn’t hear that)
DISCLAIMER: The depictions below concern the character, not the streamer.
After a long day outside, you had finally reached your apartment. Your vision was covered by a thick mist; your ears were focused on the sound of rain pattering on the steps. When you rang the doorbell, you could hear footsteps rushing in your direction. Soon, the door opened, and as your vision cleared you could see a man with jet black hair.
“How was your day, pal?”
You were sharing this apartment with a man named Shu Yamino, mostly as a way of cutting down on living expenses. It was a very modest apartment with very little space, but as long as you had a roof on your head you would be alright. Speaking of Shu, you had never seen him outside the apartment; in fact, you were certain that this was his first contact with fresh air in months. In response to his question, you nodded and walked inside, shaking the rain off your clothes.
There were three rooms: a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. You went to the bathroom to change your clothes. Thankfully, there was a curtain obscuring the shower, so you decided to change there. You changed into a shirt and loose shorts while listening to the sound of rain drizzling outside.
When you went back to the living room, Shu was on the couch playing a game on his laptop, seemingly ignoring the constant stream of cursing coming from his friends. Behind the couch was a bed large enough to just barely hold two people. You sat down on the bed and brought out your phone. While you scrolled through your contacts list, the room suddenly turned dark as thunder and lightning roared outside the window.
You heard the sound of a notification coming from the other side, so you looked at the direction of the couch. There purple flames on Shu’s back illuminated the room, drawing your eyes towards his position. After a few moments, Shu was sitting on the bed. You noted that the glow highlighted his amethyst purple eyes and his large biceps. Suddenly, Shu spoke, bringing your attention to the worried expression on his face.
“Are you okay? You’re awfully quiet. Well, more quiet than you usually are.”
You nodded and told him you were planning to contact someone else before the black out. You almost blurted out who it was, but at the last moment you realized how he would react to your contact’s identity. Shu’s eyes started shining brightly, almost like those of a puppy.
“So who were you gonna call? Can you tell them I said hi when the power comes back?”
Sure, you couldn’t resist the pout on his face, but knowing what he was like even calling the Ghostbusters would be healthier for your pride and dignity. Reluctantly, you handed over your phone, groaning as you did so. A huge grin appeared on the brunette’s face as he looked at the name on the screen. Soon, he burst out into thunderous laughter!
“You were calling your mom?!”
The sound of Shu’s laughter was an everyday occurrence, but no less special. Being caught in snafus like this was slightly annoying, but they also helped you relax when you got back home. In circumstances like these, you absolutely needed that sense of comfort. As soon as the laughter ceased, Shu handed back your phone. After seeing your face go from a pout to a tiny smile, he couldn’t help but smile too.
The two of you were now lying down in bed, looking up at the ceiling. After some time, you closed your eyes, hugging the pillow by your side. But the thunderstorm outside was as loud as ever, making you squirm more than usual. After what seemed like a few hours, you could hear a small ‘good night’.
Warmth suddenly surrounded your body. The sensation was very tight; you swore you could hear one of your bones cracking. The boy next to you then brought you into his chest, making you blush. The sound of his heartbeat soon overpowered that of the weather outside, lulling you into a deep slumber.
After this fateful night, your feelings for him would never be the same.
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Anya Likes Ramen
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/grBPXZ4
by Betrayed_Dreams
Anya Forger eats ramen for the first time with her 'Unkle Hikki' and finds it absolutely delicious.
Just a simple, heart-warming tale.
(One-shot)
(Note: Could be read as a companion piece to my other fic, "A Bohemian Hikigaya's Rhapsody")
(P.S.: You don't need to read "A Bohemian Hikigaya's Rhapsody" to understand what is going on with this fic.)
Words: 802, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Anime), SPY x FAMILY (Manga), やはり俺の青春ラブコメはまちがっている。 | My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU (Anime), やはり俺の青春ラブコメはまちがっている。 - 渡航 | My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU - Watari Wataru
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Hikigaya Hachiman, Anya Forger
Relationships: Hikigaya Is Anya's New Unkle!, Hikigaya Hachiman & Anya Forger, Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess
Additional Tags: Fluff, Comedy, Family, Hikigaya Is Anya's New Unckle, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Humor, The Forgers Moved To Japan, Anya Thinks Hikigaya Can Also Read Minds, Spoilers: He Can't!, But Hikki Is Really Good At Reading People, Hikki Has A Heart, Cute Anya Forger, POV Anya Forger, Anya Forger-centric, Post-Identity Reveal Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Minor Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Anya Forger Needs a Hug
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/grBPXZ4
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Turns Out Im Not Real
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/z54dbTA
by LadyLace
Post-Spyral, there’s a snafu with a Zeta tube; suddenly Dick isn’t in Kansas anymore. Aka I catapult comics(sort of)-Dick into Batman: Wayne Family Adventures bc I can. How long will it take them to notice their Dicks have been replaced?
Featuring angst and h/c dressed in a trench coat and top hat disguised as crackish pranks and tomfoolery via batfam shenanigans
Words: 805, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Luke Fox, Batfamily Members (DCU), Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne, Justice League (DCU), Literally everyone will make an appearance ok, Barbara Gordon
Relationships: Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, No Romantic Relationship(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Ship who you wanna ship, Gen Work, Dimension Travel, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Humor, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Prank Wars, Hurt Dick Grayson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Tries to Be a Good Older Sibling, Dick Grayson Has Eldest Daughter Syndrome, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug
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GUESS WHO KEEPS FROG BLOGGING ON HER BATFIC BLOG BY ACCIDENT 💚🐸 YOU'LL NEVER GUESS
you're all welcome, I guess. I think I may try to post a fluffy house of mouse fic this weekend (not necessarily as penance for frog blogging snafus, but it feels like time for fluff, I think)
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38 on summertime list :) with snafu pls and thank u 💋💋
38.Camping in a tent and being startled awake … by something.
Gets a little suggestive at the end, but this is mostly fluff : )
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“What was that?” you asked, sitting straight up and blinking into the dark.
“S’nuthin,” Snaf mumbled next to you, his hand patting aimlessly in a half-hearted attempt to soothe you.
The sound of flapping intensified, and when the tent began to shake above you, you yelled as you flung yourself onto the other side of Snafu.
“Wha’ in da hell?” he questioned, realizing that something was definitely wrong.
Snafu groped for the flashlight, but before he found it a bird screeched so loudly from directly above you that you slammed your hands over your ears.
Moving quicker, Snaf located the flashlight and shown it in the direction of the commotion. There was nothing to see but a flopping dip in the tent, so he grabbed your hand and said, “Come on.”
“No way!” you hissed yanking your hand back.
“Darlin’ now is not da time to get ta arguin’ with me. Come on!” Snafu wrapped his strong fingers around your wrist and all-but dragged you to the opening of the tent. As he paused to unzip, there was a terrible commotion over your side of the tent and it collapsed.
“Snaf!”
“I’m hurryin!”
He finally loosened the zipper and you crawled out of the tent, the flashlight bouncing wildly through the trees with your movement. The moon was high in the sky and its closeness offered enough light for you to see fully-formed shapes in the dark.
You stuck to Snafu’s side, his bare torso warm and comforting as you clung to his arm. He aimed the flashlight at the side of the tent that had collapsed, but something big swooped over your heads, making you both duck.
You could feel the warm rush of air and hear the rustle of wings as the bird dove into your tent, the tearing sound of the canvas under its talons causing you to yelp.
“It has rabies!” you cried. “We’re gonna die!”
“Hush,” Snaf scolded as he wrenched himself free from your grasp, and as the bird took off again, a piece of tent clutched in its hooked claws, he poked through the collapsed material, first with his foot, then he bent down to straighten the disheveled fabric.
“Snaf, please. It’s—”
“Lost its dinna,” Snafu said, his bright grin flashing in the dark as he held up a large fish that was still intermittently flopping as it fought for breath.
“Oh my god—throw it in the lake!”
Snafu walked a few feet closer to the shoreline and tossed the fish toward the water, only to have your nighttime terrorist swoop down from the sky and snatch it up.
You both watched, mouths hanging open as the bird took off across the lake.
You looked at each other, wide-eyed before Snafu’s eyes began to sparkle with amusement.
“Ya thought it had rabies?” Snafu finally said, his brows contorted with disbelief.
You glowered at him in response and he shook his head, a smirk slowly creeping across his face.
“Maw Maw always cautioned me bout city gals.”
“Well wouldn’t Maw Maw love to know exactly what her good old bayou boy gets up to when he’s alone in the wilderness,” you retorted.
Snafu laughed and switched the flashlight to the hand that had attempted to rescue the fish. He reached up and grabbed you by the jaw, moving close enough to your face that when he spoke, his breath was a warm puff over your skin.
“Didn’t hear no complaints from ya earlier.”
Not taking his bait, you turned your nose up at him, as much as his grip would allow, and replied, “That was before. This is now.”
He laughed and moved his hand from your jaw to your waist, pulling you in flush against him.
“Ya wanna go home?” he said with a squeeze.
You sighed and shook your head no.
“Night’s clear as a bell. We’ll move our sleepin’ bags to da back a da truck. Tell me, city gal. Ya eva made love unda da stars?”
You tried not to give him an inch—he was already so conceited that it physically pained you to give him any more ground to stand on, but that was what happened when someone was almost always right. Your body had responded to him the instant he gripped your jaw, and now you lost your battle not to smile.
As your lips twitched upward, Snafu’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle.
“I’ll take dat as a no. Ya in fo’ a real treat.”
Snafu’s lips pressed against yours and the flashlight fell to the ground with a thunk so he could bring his hand up to squeeze your ass through the thin material of your pajama shorts—
“Fish hand! Fish hand!” you shrieked as you shoved him away and began to swipe at your bottom.
His grin was predatory as he held up his offensive hand and began to walk toward you, wiggling his fingers.
You shrieked and dove into the tent, quickly digging into your bag and throwing the container that held your bar of soap back out of the flap.
Snafu rolled his eyes and shook his head as he picked up the soap and the flashlight.
“City folk,” he muttered, making his way to the lake as you peered out from the tent flap to ensure he was actually washing his hand off.
Satisfied, you felt around in your bag for a towel. As you gripped it, you smiled to yourself and stripped off all of your clothes.
You emerged from the tent, dangling the towel from your fingertip as Snafu approached.
The flashlight took another tumble from his grasp, and as his mouth opened and shut in a sick parody of the fish who had become someone’s dinner, you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Pretty brazen, huh? Must be the city gal in me.”
“Come fuckin’ here,” Snafu growled, and after you stepped into his arms, you found out what a transcendent experience it really was to make love under the stars.
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Laying in bed feeling as sore as Elliot at the end of episode 4x05. But thankfully I am reading some amazing fluffy Rami fics from a few of my favorite writers to help me feel better.
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