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plushii-gutz · 1 year

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Never a better time to type a fanfic while in agonizing pain /hj sorry for the long wait, but a special someone wanted to make art for part 3! ^^ can't thank him enough, it's absolutely adorable! He asked to remain anonymous (and also doesnt have tumblr), but provided a watermark! Stinky_Pinky!

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The kitchen emptied itself of the many monsters. Apart from two, that is.

Attmoz was wiping down the table of its crumbs and sticky residue, a few visible handprints remaining even after its cleansing. Glaishur was cleaning and organizing the dishes he often forgot to attend to, mumbling to himself about how the water left his fur soggy and uncomfortable.

"Children are the most unhygienic creatures," Attmoz joked, "absolute specimens."

"Yeah, but they're cute, so we gotta' keep 'em," Glaishur shrugged

"Where else would they go, anyway? Other than Hornacle, I don't think they'd get very far."

The land these monsters lived on sat in the middle of a vast, everlasting ocean. The island had a sort of mushroom-like shape, curving in the middle and acting like a slide down to the stretched out base, where bits of grass and soil grew whatever life was able to sprout. Blasoom and Scaratar came to the base of the island often, having grown their own plot of grass and few flowers. They created bits of life, even fruits. Apart from their garden, there was nothing but shifting waters as far as the eye can see.

"Well, they are still young-"

Glaishurs words were cut short by the sudden shaking of the walls. The two fell awkwardly silent, looking to finish the cleaning as it began again. Just as it had every day. Their words were muffled, but were still very audible.

"Don't you think you could put in a bit more effort?"

"For what?"

"Come on, we're the ones in charge. It's our job to keep the rest in one piece. I just.. I feel like I'm doing everything."

"This isn't our responsibility, and it shouldn't be either. I'm not watching over monsters that are a year younger than me."

Furnoss grew louder. They always yelled so loudly.

"You know DAMN well I'm not talking about Glaishur or Attmoz - and you know even further that they aren't 'one year younger' either! There's five kids here who aren't even verbal yet. If it isn't our responsibility, then Whose is it? It's not like we can just let them fend for themselves. They'll manage to get themselves killed in seconds!"

"They'll figure it out eventually. We didn't have anyone to guide us."

"And so we shouldn't let THEM have anyone?"

Attmoz motioned for Glaishur to follow, taking him out of the kitchen and to the hallway.

"I don' think they should hear this," Glaishur spoke, keeping his eyes on the ground.

"Yeah.. hey, you guys wanna go outside?" Attmoz spoke louder to the rest of the little ones, "Maybe play a bit?"

The excitement of the younger monsters overcame the yelling upstairs. Syncopite led the group outside, Attmoz following behind. Glaishur stood awkwardly, listening in on the argument upstairs.

"Do you understand how fucking difficult this is? Of course you don't! You don't even know which room is which, do you? Galvana takes a whole fucking hour to go to sleep! They're literally the element of energy! You probably didn't even pay attention to that, did you? Oh, or how about the 36 meals I have to make a DAY? How picky each of these little brats can be about what they will and won't touch? Is it so much for you to at least watch over them? Obviously, no one else is capable of that!"

"I do what you can't. I keep them in line. You can't do so much as raise your voice at them."

"Because I feel bad!.. I feel.. awful. They gave up so much.. it wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be fair to."

"And now we live like this," Loodvigg spoke in a chilling voice, "because of it."

Glaishur felt his throat tighten. He couldn't understand the next few words spoken, whether they were muffled due to the distance or the outside cheerful chatter. He was too scared to ask what they meant - what was "it"? Who gave up what? At the same time, he worried about being more of a burden. He knew how stressed out Furnoss was. He knew how little they already thought of him. Furnoss had enough problems. It'd be best to stay out of any more trouble.

"Hey Frosty, you coming?"

"Yeah, sorry!"

The cold monster let the door close behind him, happily walking out to the welcoming sun. The air felt nice, a comfortable warmth from the sun and a gentle breeze provided by Attmoz himself. This actually sparks and idea.

"Hey 'Moz, wanna make it a little more cool?" Glaishur asked, fidgeting his hands already.

"Eh? Oh heck yeah!"

Attmoz crouched down, only to make a quick jump to the air. A thick, fluffy cloud formed, catching the monster who now laid back with his arms crossed behind his head. The clouds surface caved ever to slightly to the monsters weight, hovering above the ground easily. Glaishur rubbed his hands together, flakes of ice falling between his fingers before being shot up into the sky and into the floating surface Attmoz had made. Snowflakes began to fall, covering the ground below in the chilling powder, and soon more snowing clouds covered most of the surface of the island. Even Hornacle had chipped in, adding a thin layer of water to cover the ground, bringing slippery ice to slide on. The stress previously had been mostly forgotten, now pushed from the many monsters' minds as they played in their own little wonderland.

Plixie, Hornacle, and Glaishur piled up enough snow to build a snow-monster, Glaishur using his own frosty friend to act as the head. The icy ground was being used to slide across the land, Vhamp and Blasoom putting on their own performance while Torrt used Glaishurs drums to add a little more energy with music. Syncopite watched uneasily, worried of any injuries that might come with the little monsters carelessness.

"Ah, they can take a few hits," Scaratar reassured, "It's part of the fun!"

Attmoz had a good look of the area, keeping each kid in check to be sure none strayed too far. A count of heads told him that someone was missing..

A sudden *bzzt!* caused the air monster to jump, turning swiftly on his tail. Galvana giggled, standing on top of their own little fort built specifically just to get Attmoz's attention.

"Oh, you think that's funny? You wanna be silly? Is this silly?"

Attmoz lifted the little monster up from the snowy steps, holding them up in the air and over the cloud. Galvana laughed up a storm, kicking their legs and sending small electric sparks from their hands. They weren't too high off the ground, and Galvana certainly trusted Attmoz enough to not drop them. Even if they were to fall, the freshly fallen snow would soften the fall. Of course, no one fell. Instead, Attmoz settled Galvana on the snow pile next to him. Unfortunately, only the air monster was able to rest within the clouds fluff without falling through.

"You're a lil goober, you know that?"

Galvana could only respond with a whistle, though they were visibly happy. Attmoz chuckled, resting his head and watching the electric monster run off to play with the rest. Sitting back and being able to see everyone happy was refreshing, especially Syncopite and Glaishur. He wished Furnoss would join them, but the idea of having to do so much as look in the fire monsters direction made him feel nervous.

Now wasn't the time to worry. It was the present. And it was just that - a gift.

#msm #my singing monsters #fallen stars #fanfiction #msm celestial #Fallen Stars MSM

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metalcursed · 11 months

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the father figure ed deserves

𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌❟ 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 �� 𝖇𝖔𝖜𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑...

eddie blazed into junior high behind the skirts of his newly single ma with a buzz cut and a speech impediment. he'd lose words, repeat himself, or fall silent completely. his only hope was to fade into the background. if he went unnoticed, they couldn't hurt him with their jokes and rounds of laughter. he looked funny. he didn't speak. when he did, he couldn't get his thoughts out straight. what was there to like about this new kid? he was a FREAK. at home, or rather wayne's trailer, eddie didn't know what to think of his uncle. vera's brother was just as quiet and big and kinda scary looking. eddie steered clear of him, and beyond the initial hey, kid greeting, wayne stayed away from the boy as much as he could, too. when vera started her nursing classes, though, wayne and the boy were left to themselves.

one morning, eddie was fixing himself a bowl of cereal and accidently missed with pouring from the milk carton. wayne was sitting in front of the island, sipping his coffee, and witnessed the mishap. eddie panicked, apologizing over and over in his own stuttering sort of way. wayne hurried to recover the rest of the carton and stared between the rambling kid and the puddle of milk on the counter top. "s'alright, eddie. it's just milk. look," his uncle rattled the carton a bit. "there's still enough for a bowl. we can pick up some more at the store when your mom comes in." eddie stood in shocked silence for a while, eyes blurred with unshed tears. wiping his nose with his sleeve, he started to clean up the milk with a dishcloth then finished his breakfast.

little by little, it went like this. eddie would tip toe around the tall, stoic man who wore flannel and trucker hats only to be met with quiet kindness. he still didn't speak unless spoken to but ed began watching the dynamic between his mom and her brother more closely. the two were like the ocean and the sand. they carried between them a rhythm that didn't demand of each other. they only met in peaceful synchronicity.

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖞

on his thirteenth birthday, eddie was surprised when wayne gifted him a couple of concert tickets. "i know the show's a couple of months down the road, but your mom will be busy with her exams. you and me, we could go down to indianapolis. have a guy's weekend. it'll be real close to summer, so if you do good in school the rest of the semester, you can go. what'd ya think, kid?" eddie just gazed down at the two tickets in his small hands. 𝔳𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫 was a band he'd heard on the radio in wayne's truck or on albums. the idea of seeing them in person, amidst a crowd of strangers... it blew his tiny little skull. "yeah," was all he could say back. but eddie treasured those little stripes of paper until april 29th nineteen seventy-nine. on the ride back to hawkins, eddie could hardly contain himself. he felt like he'd never be able to sleep again.

non-stop he talked, sputtered, and hollered out the open windows of wayne's truck. it was the first time eddie seen his uncle smile because of him. it wasn't the first time he had, of course, just the first time eddie noticed. they got to talking about life in hawkins, and wayne wondered about how things were going in school. feeling uninhibited by the concert, eddie spilled his guts. he mentioned his father and those lingering doubts that came along with him even after they'd left the other man behind. wayne told eddie, "things change every day, kid. what you do with it, that's up to you. you can't change what people think or say about you no matter how wrong they are. what you can do is live the way you want to live and not hurt anybody in the process. understand what i mean?" eddie nodded, but he wouldn't truly understand the weight of the words for a long time yet. eddie asked his uncle what he thought of the show. wayne only shrugged. "it was a good time. i'll stick to my country music. if you like this whole rock n' roll thing, kid, we'll set you up with a record player in your room. and some headphones," he added quickly with a sly grin. that was it. that was the moment eddie started to rethink his relationship with the men in his life. they didn't have to approve of what he liked or what he wanted to do. they just had to respect each other.

needless to say the music had a powerful effect on eddie as well. when the band struck up the hit song 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫' 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩, the kid was a goner. wayne saw it with his own eyes, and a smile touched his lips. because for the first time, he could see that quiet, shy kid fade away. eddie's real spirit started to shine through. all the wonderful things his sister raved about the boy began to peak out, and wayne wanted to get to know him more. eddie's speech improved. he made friends. he really came out of his shell.

even after the mysterious, unexpected passing of vera, eddie continued going to concerts. the deal of keeping up with his schooling slipped more and more, but eddie promised he'd keep trying. he told wayne he'd graduate in time, and wayne kept hearing his sister's voice in his head. eddie was a good kid.

#✥ ⟿ 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖇𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 ⤬ ☾ headcanon ☽ ⤦

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casspurrjoybell-25 · 2 months

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The Healer of Shakkara- Book Two

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 4 - The Descent - Part 1

To Galen's dismay, Sev chose the lower of the two tunnels...the one that led downward, deeper into the earth.

"We are at a high elevation, yet," Sev reminded him quietly as they slipped along in the eerie, twilight gloom.

"The peaks are above us but the Shakkaran plains are still far below. I would rather we not emerge to find ourselves stranded on a snowy precipice and have to retrace our steps. Hopefully, this way will come out lower down."

"Hopefully," Galen echoed.

Between freezing to death with a fine view of the heavens or being eaten by the barrowlings in the dark, he knew which fate he'd choose.

Fortunately, they had seen no more of the creatures and their journey continued in peace and while barrowlings were never far from his thoughts, Galen had plenty else to occupy his mind and found it easy to become lost in awe at the decaying splendor of the Dweller realm.

"What do you think happened to them?" he asked.

They had paused to rest upon the span of a wide stone bridge.

Beneath it rushed the waters of a subterranean river, the noise of which made it safer to speak above a whisper.

"To the Dwellers, I mean. Was it the barrowlings?" Sev sliced an apple in two with a small knife and handed one half to Galen.

"Doubtful. Look at this place."

He waved at their surroundings.

"The Dwellers were the most sophisticated race in Shakkara for their time and would likely remain so, were they still here. They would not have had much to fear from the barrowlings."

Galen bit into the apple, savoring the crunch of its flesh and the tart juice that burst across his tongue.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was until they stopped and hunger made everything taste three times as good as usual.

"What, then?"

"Who knows? It might have been a plague... something their physicians couldn't cure or a war. It might have been nothing in particular."

Galen chewed and swallowed before speaking.

Half an apple wasn't much but Sev was already rationing their food.

If they were lucky, they would see daylight soon... if they were not lucky, then it was best to be prepared.

"What do you mean?"

"Decadence... natural decline," Sev said, finishing his own meager portion in a few bites and wiping his fingers on his shirt.

"Perhaps no single, specific disaster led to the Dwellers' ruin. It might have been many smaller things and folly."

"Folly?" Sev raised a brow at him.

"Do you think Sakkara is the first empire ever to arise upon this land? There have been several, through the ages. Like living things, they are born and thrive for a time and then decline into dust, leaving nothing but ruins and memories that fade to myth. It is seldom invaders or plagues or rains of fire that destroy them... more often than not, they destroy themselves from within."

Galen pondered this as he finished his apple and studied their surroundings.

Sev's opinion was that the great cavern into which they'd first emerged was the largest and served as the central hub from which other caverns branched like the roots of a tree.

He surmised that each branch might have served like different districts in a city or perhaps housed different classes or castes.

"The scholars at Jana Val would kill to make a study of this place," he continued.

"I wish I had some parchment and ink to at least bring back a sketch or two."

"You speak as if you plan to return there," Galen noted carefully.

Sev got up and dusted himself off.

"Jana Val is more than the headquarters of The Order," he said.

"The monastery is like a small city unto itself and quite beautiful. There are gardens for growing food, medicinal herbs and alchemical ingredients and the libraries are spectacular. The scholars enjoy the most freedom from The Order's rule. Even the High Council understands that the advancement of knowledge requires a certain freedom of thought. I have good friends there. You would enjoy it, I think."

"I'm sure I would," Galen agreed. "At least until they sacrificed me."

Sev helped him to his feet.

"Obviously, I won't bring you there while that is even a remote possibility. I believe Anira and her theory is sound but I intend to confirm it. Someday, though, I wouldn't mind showing you the wonders of Jana Val."

Galen turned away and busied himself with his pack, rummaging for his water skin.

He found it and took a sparing sip. It was nearly empty.

"Too bad we don't have Zen's nose for water," he said, peering over the edge of the stone bridge at the rushing torrent below.

"This stream is ice-melt from high in the peaks. If it's clear and cold, it should be among the cleanest you will find. Bat droppings are about the only thing that could taint it. We'll gather some from nearer the place where it emerges into the cavern and we'll be safe."

Leading the way, he continued across the bridge before turning from the path and following the watercourse.

The stream ran in a deep channel with sheer sides and Galen wondered how they would reach it to refill their flasks.

Nearer the wall of the cavern, he saw the water spilled from cracks in the rock before falling to its stony bed and a long arm could reach the clear cascade with ease.

Sev filled his waterskin first and tasted the contents before replenishing Galen's.

"Drink as much as you like," he said.

"We don't know when we'll come across another good source."

Galen tipped back his flask and let the icy water wash across his tongue.

He was thirsty but knew better than to drink too quickly and took his time.

With their thirst quenched, Sev refilled both skins to the brim one last time and Galen stowed his carefully in his pack before addressing the next most urgent cause of discomfort.

"You don't suppose we could find a Dweller latrine, do you?" he asked, studying the scattered ruins in search of a suitable spot to relieve himself.

"Undoubtedly, if we had the time to search for one. I fear we must make do without."

Sev pointed a little further along the cavern wall, where a piece of the roof had fallen and smashed into a pile of dust and rubble.

"Go over there. Best not to risk contaminating the water. We may find ourselves downstream before long."

Galen left his pack with Sev and picked his way over to the spot.

Stepping behind a large chunk of stone, he saw to his needs and was on his way back when he spotted movement higher up the cavern wall.

Like a huge, pale spider, a barrowling made its way down the rockface head first.

On a ledge about ten feet above Sev, it paused and folded itself into a crouch, sniffing the air with its hideous face framed by fanlike ears.

Seeing Galen frozen with terror, Sev rose and started towards him, unaware of his peril.

Wide-eyed, Galen shook his head and pointed desperately at the barrowling.

Slowly, Sev turned and looked up.

For several long minutes, he remained absolutely still and Galen hardly breathed.

Above, the barrowling twitched its ears and clicked its long nails against the stone, though the sound was lost in the rush and tumble of the water's voice.

Finally, it turned and crept back up the face of the rock, disappearing into a shadowy crevice.

Sev's shoulders slumped with relief.

He picked up their packs, beckoned to Galen and pointed towards the bridge and their chosen path.

As swiftly and quietly as he could, Galen joined him.

"Some flow of air by the wall must have carried our scent to them," Sev whispered.

"Fortunately, they are blind. They hunt by sound and smell, primarily."

"Should we use more salt?" Galen asked.

"Not a bad idea. A little goes a long way but our sweat has likely washed it off by now."

Galen took his pack from Sev and retrieved the little wooden box from its depths.

Each taking a pinch, they applied the powdery salts to their exposed skin and sprinkled a bit in their hair.

Then, with their water-skins full and their packs on their backs once more, they continued on their way, careful to make as little noise as possible.

The ruins, at first so wondrous, soon grew tedious as fear replaced fascination in Galen's mind.

Any shadow could hide a barrowling or worse... more than one.

The cavernous canyon along which they traversed continued to narrow, the walls moving closer together until Galen could have thrown a stone from one side and hit the other easily.

The dim blue twilight that pervaded the place was both blessing and curse, for while it allowed them to see, it strained the eyes and provoked the imagination.

More than once, Galen nearly reached for Sev as a barrowling emerging from the gloom proved to be nothing more than a strangely shaped stone.

If Galen was glad of nothing else, it was that the cavern sloped always downward and that any stairs they encountered were to be descended, rather than climbed.

Going down was always easier than going up, though it felt as if they journeyed towards the center of the earth.

At last, the end of the cavern came into view and Galen breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a light there... a real, true light... the pale but unmistakable light of day.

He nearly shouted with joy before Sev grasped his arm so tightly he barely suppressed a yelp of pain.

Sev pointed and Galen looked towards the passage again and felt his heart trip in his chest.

He'd become so accustomed to the tricks his eyes had played on him that he had erred the other way and had failed to recognize a real barrowling when he saw one.

It crouched in the path ahead, blocking their way.

It had not detected them yet but the cavern had grown so narrow, with so much rubble piled against the walls, that there was no way around it.

"What do we do?" Galen mouthed, not daring a whisper.

Sev shook his head and beckoned for Galen to follow him.

Galen obeyed and trailed him to the side of the path and behind a large boulder.

Peering around Sev's shoulder, Galen watched the barrowling, trying to discern what it was doing but as far as he could tell it was simply... sitting there.

It crouched on its haunches, scratching now and then at its pale, withered flanks, as it chittered softly to itself in a series of clicks and growls.

Occasionally, it tilted its head from side to side and twitched its ears.

After several long minutes had passed without change, Sev nudged Galen's shoulder and pointed first to the barrowling and then to the rock dust at their feet. In it, he wrote a word with his finger...

SENTRY

Galen struggled to read in the gloom but understood.

The barrowling was guarding the way out.

Sev pointed up and to either side and then wrote another word in the dust...

HIVE

Galen shuddered.

There were many dark places among the jagged rocks, any of which might hide deep cracks leading to unknown horrors.

If Sev was right, there could be dozens of barrowlings surrounding them even now.

Sev tapped him again and pointed to the dust and Galen saw he'd written a whole sentence there.

It was a question he'd asked him once before...

DO YOU TRUST ME?

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the-original-skipps · 3 years

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Dear Future.

Mikey x Reader ft. Draken, Emma, Takemichy, Mitsuya, Pah-chin

Requested by @klaudia077

Word count: 1.7k

Note: Everyone in this fic is an adult. Since 12 years have passed. Plus I had to reread that chapter, Iー

Warning ⚠️ Contains heavy spoilers from the manga. Plus spelling and grammar errors.

The chime rings as you press your finger against the doorbell. You stand with Mikey hands full of groceries, you glance to your right and see Mikey standing beside you. When your eyes catch his, he gives you a small smile. You can tell he was excited.

The front door opens to reveal Emma, who was dressed casually. "Mikey!" She exclaims as he pulls the raven haired man into a hug, he smiles while returning the embrace. She pulls away from her brother and envelops you into a hug, "I'm so glad you came (Y/N)-chan...!" "Of course, it's great to see you again Emma, we brought some stuff!" You reply with a giggle slowly pulling away from her. "Come in come in!" She ushers both you and Mikey inside, before leading you to the living room.

"Yo Mikey (Y/N)."

As three of you entered the living room, you were greeted with a sight that instantly made your heart soften. There sitting on the sofa was Draken and in his arms was his beautiful daughter, Mirai. She was a small precious thing so small compared to her father's figure. Emma approaches Draken before pressing a kiss to his forehead, before cooing at her daughter. You and Mikey stand by stand enchanted by the family before you. "Wanna hold her, Mikey?" Draken's question breaks Mikey out of his trance as he blinks owlishly. "I don't know how to hold a baby, Kenchin..." Mikey replies with a bit of hesitancy in his voice.

"Go on, Uncle Mikey..." You assure Mikey with a smile encouraging him to hold his niece, as you take the plastic bags from his hands-walking to place them on the dining table. Mikey glaces at you one last time before stepping forward, you could tell he was nervous. Draken grins before gently placing the new born child into Mikey's stiff arms. "Isn't she adorable?" Draken exclaims excitedly before standing beside Mikey while Emma peers over his shoulder with a smile. "Yeah...am I holding her right?" Mikey nervously asks but was quickly assured by her parents. You could feel your heart warming and tears forming in your eyes at the sight of the four of them. How as a teenager, Mikey told you how dreamed of this day and it was finally happening. Him, Emma, Draken and their daughter together as a family. You couldn't be anymore more happy for them.

"Want to hold her too (Y/N)-chan?"

You quickly wipe away your tears as their eyes turn towards you, you nod as Emma takes her daughter from Mikey's arms before placing her within yours. You smile as you peer down at the bundle of warmth within your arms who peers up at you with curiosity. "She has your eyes, Emma-chan..." you say as you turn to look at the blonde woman, who gleams at your words. "What no, she looks more like me!" Draken intervenes as he watches his wife bleam at you with happiness.

"Nah, I definitely think she looks more like Emma. Sorry Kenchin, but you're kinda ugly."

"Mikey, why you!"

Immediately the two males start to bicker back and forth, while you and Emma coo over her daughter. Before they could start throwing the furniture around, Emma immediately glares at them and hits them both over their heads. You could watch as you sweatdrop at the scene of Emma scolding her husband and her older brother.

It wasn't long until Mitsuya, Takemichy and Pah-chin arrived as well. In their hands holding plastic bags full of sake and beer. You and Emma with Mirai in her arms both watch from the side as the five men reunited and greeted each other. "Oi Takemichy, why didn't you bring Hina-chan?" Draken questions before ruffling his hair.

"S-She said she has an important meeting today, but she really wanted to come!"

"Well, it looks like it'll be just the two of us girls (Y/N)-chan" Emma says with a sigh. You give her an apologetic smile, as her husband and your boyfriend seemed to completely forget about you both. "Why don't we prepare dinner?" You ask her to taking your eyes off the men before turning to meet hers. "Sure! Let me just put Mirai to sleep." She smiles before leading you to the kitchen.

While the males were gathered around a kotatsu talking amongst themselves. You and Emma were busy in the kitchen preparing ingredients for a hotpot meant for seven people. After a while Mitsuya pops up, "need some help?" "That would be great." You reply as you were busy cutting the vegetables. Mitsuya quickly observes the kitchen, before gathering the necessary utensils for a hot pot. Once you and Emma were done preparing. Mitsuya slowly brings out all of the ingredients you prepared to the kotatsu table. Everyone sat around the kotatsu, you taking a seat beside Mikey while Emma sits beside Draken.

"Let's eat!"

The table was filled with laughter and talk as all of you converse with one another. "This is delicious!" Pah-chin explains as he takes another biteful of meat with his chopsticks. "Careful, Pah don't eat too much or else you won't fit into your tux." Mitsuya warns him as Pah takes big mouthfuls from his bowl. "I don't think he's listening..." Takemichy speaks as he too observes Pah-chin.

You smile as you place a piece of sliced meat into Mikey's bowl, he immediately bleams at you while he places a mushroom into your own bowl. "I gave you meat and you give me a mushroom, that's not a fair trade." You say as you raise your eyebrow at Mikey. "Come on, Mikey eat your vegetables!" Emma scolds her brother from across the table. "I'll eat whatever I want!" Mikey instantly replies back as he eats another piece of sliced meat with a pout on his face. You cover your mouth as laughter erupts around the table. Even as an adult Mikey still has troubles eating his vegetables.

"Cheers!" You all shout before taking a drink from your can of beer. Once dinner was finished and put away, Draken and Mikey were quick to usher everyone to drink. You smile as you and Emma take a sip from your cans while the rest of the men try to finish their can of beer in one go. Draken was first to finish his drink, slamming his can down on the table with a yell the rest follow while Takemichy ends up being last. "Another round!" Pah-chin yells out, grabbing another can of beer. The rest of the men follow as they get engrossed into their game of who can drink the most. As the men crowd around one side of the kotatsu, you and Emma ended up sitting together on the other side.

"Men..." Emma says with a roll of her eyes as she takes another sip of her beer. You giggle agreeing to her statement. Your eyes cast over the group of ex-delinquents, as they talk excitedly about the past. Your eyes linger towards Mikey who laughs at what Mitsuya says. You couldn't help but smile as you see the light in your boyfriend's eyes. You've all come a long way, many things happened but here you all were together twelve years later.

While you and Emma talk amongst yourselves, you both notice the men getting louder by the minute, especially Mikey who was practically yelling at this point. You also noticed that Pah-chin was completely passed out under the kotatsu, snores leaving his lips. There were cans of beer littering the table and floor. The room was a complete mess so to say. As Mikey excitedly tells the story of Takemichy who got poop stuck in his hair, a sound of a baby crying interrupts him.

Oh no.

Emma immediately stands up with an empty can of beer in hand. All eyes land on her as she throws it hitting Mikey on his head and a dead silence follows. Mikey winces as he rubs the spot where the can hit.

"What was that for?!"

"You woke the baby up!"

"I did not, everyone else was being loud too!"

"Hey, don't try to pin the blame on us Mikey.." Draken says with a grin on his face.

"Who thinks it's Mikey's fault? Raise your hands!" Draken yells out as Mitsuya and Emma immediately raise their hands, while Takemichy and you reluctantly raise yours. Mouthing a quick "I'm sorry" to your boyfriend as Emma leaves the room. "Hey, you guys can't do that, I'm the leader of Toman!" Mikey points accusingly at the men in the room. "Ex-leader!" Draken exclaims with a chuckle. Then Emma appears with a frying pan in her hands as she picks up another empty can of beer. Before, with all her might hurling it towards Mikey, who managed to dodge it due to his fast reflexes. Mikey immediately stands up as he dodges another can being flung at him.

"Help me (Y/N)!"

"Sorry Mikey but you're on your own." You managed to say in between your laughter as Draken and Mitsuya laughs along with you. "Oh it's gonna start again!" Mitsuya says with a grin as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. Realizing you won't help him, Mikey turns to his Draken for help.

"Don't just sit there and laugh Kenchin!" Mikey yells out as he dodges another empty can of beer being flung at him. Only for it to hit Takemichy square in the head, looks like Takemichy might be the next to pass out. "Don't run away Mikey!" Emma yells as you, Draken and Mitsuya all laugh as eventually Emma chases Mikey around the living room with her frying pan, yells echoing throughout the house. Despite all the noise, Pah-chin remains sound asleep.

Even as twelve years passed some things never change. As Mikey runs around the living room trying to dodge empty beer cans and Emma's fury. Laughter momentarily escapes his lips while Emma huffs. He could hear the rest laughing as well, especially your sweet laughter. Mikey smiles running while Emma follows close behind, raising her fry pan in the air. This moment, this life, this future he wouldn't trade it for the world.

So this is happiness.

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mzmezzler · 3 years

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Shooting Star - Fem!Reader x Soobin

Shortlist: Virgin!Soobin, Public Sex, Car Sex, friends to lovers, fairly vanilla other than the air of a corruption kink.

word count: 1.7k

summary: Settled in the back of your pick up after a late night hangout with Soobin, a confession while stargazing leads to a thing or two.

author's note: I feel like I got a lil carried away with this one that I almost forgot about the smut...idk. hmm I hope it's ok.

Any and all feedback is appreciated :)

It's 1 am.

You and Soobin had been out for "a night on the town", that in reality was merely getting fast food, browsing local plazas, and fucking around in supermarkets. (Much to the dismay of any remaining staff)

It was light and freeing, just taking your car and living like a scene ripped from a movie.

Now in the back of your pickup, parked outside the nearest wooded area, there was a tension that couldn't be ignored. Sitting side by side in the boot of your car with a blanket thrown over the two of you, the silence buzzes within your ears. It wasn't like this until the setting really dawned on you.

Things were never this awkward with Soobin, he's shy yes, but never like this. You've always been the friends that people mistook for a couple, or an ex couple that still forgets that they're "just friends." It was an odd balancing act that you've never thought to bring up other than in light hearted jokes. But with all of the times movie night cuddles dissolved into fits of shy giggles when the lights turned on stick out in your mind.

Suddenly a speck of light grabs your attention, making you jump a bit, which in turn makes Soobin jump at your sudden action. "What happened?" Soobin looks towards you with a worried look across his face. "I thought I saw a shooting star." You sigh.

You perk up and start to shift at Soobin’s side. “What’re you doing?” Looking back at him with a small grin, "We should stargaze." you answer.

"You know I don't know any of them." Soobin chuckles. Scoffing and shifting under the blanket to lie on top of it you pull the boy to join you. "Yeah, but I do so it'll be fun. Lay with me."

Now comfortable underneath the covers you brought Soobin squirms in his spot, getting comfortable with the new position. The breeze is starting to tickle your nose, but the warmth at your side is all consuming.

“Ok so what’s that one flickering there” Soobin points towards the sky loosely. “There’s lots of those, is it by something specific?” You reply.

With a hum, Soobin points out again, “Ok so you see that one right by the red dot?What is that?”

“That’s a satellite Bin.” You laugh. Pouting to himself the boy huffs, “Where’s the Big Dipper?”

“Since it’s Winter it’ll be harder to see. It’s easier to find in the summer, but nowadays Orion’s Belt is pretty visible.” Pointing up and searching for the constellation yourself you make an excited noise once you find it. “Right there. You see those three stars like right along the other?” You feel Soobin move his head and nod along yours. “Ok so it should make a rhombus shape then connect to another one on to-”

Soobin scoffs,“You know I don’t remember what a rhombus is.”

Grabbing his arm from under the covers and grasping your hand in his, you close one eye and go over the stars. “Are you seeing it?” You whisper while slowly tracing. “Yeah”

“And below that is Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky.” You sigh. Looking at Soobin for his reaction you still.

"It's all so beautif-" Soobin's breath hitches when your eyes meet. The stars almost reflect off of his face, wide eyes speckled with stardust, he’s ethereal under the night sky. His hair is fanned out underneath him, cheeks flushed red from the kiss of the cold breeze with puffs of air becoming visible under the moonlight. Whether it's from your gaze or the night's breeze, you'll never know. "Y/N…"

You slide closer to Soobin as he subtly closes the gap between you two, lips meeting and sliding along each other hesitantly. Hands snake up your back under the blanket and you cup Soobin's face deepening the kiss.

After long you pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I'm sorry" You whisper, thumbing the side of Soobin’s parted lips. “I’m sorry for making things so awkward tonight.” You rise from the covers letting the air wake you. Looking back at Soobin you continue, “ I can take you home if you want.”

His eyes were wide and narrowed, “No-that’s fine.” He almost looked like he was struggling to voice himself. So you sat in the fat silence.

“I think we needed to do that.”

"What do you mean?" You say simply. It felt almost too good to be true. Soobin props himself up with his elbows and looks up to the sky, "I mean I- I have wanted something like this for a while. Something with you" the boy starts to lower his voice as he finishes. Looking up to the sky yourself, you both sit in a comfortable silence. "So you were fine with me kissing you?" You ponder. Sitting up with you Soobin places his hands over yours, “More than I can explain honestly.”

Turning to face him again and taking his face in your hand, turning him towards you. With his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips, you pull in closer, “And if I were to kiss you again, how would you feel? You whisper. Ghosting over your lips he mouths a small, “Please”, before you finally embrace him.

Winding your hands into his hair and moving Soobin back onto his back, you feverishly slip your tongue past his lips. Groaning at the small whimper Soobin lets out, the boy shudders into the kiss and gasps when one of your hands starts to slide down towards his chest.

His lips were moving with a slight unease, struggling to keep up with you. Gasps and whimpers leak out from him while he runs his hands over your back, melting into your kiss. He dug his nails into the fabric of your shirt as your hand lowers and grazes the twitching fabric of his jeans. "Y/N, wait."Soobin breaks the kiss. "I'm a virgin"

Searching within Soobin’s eyes, there was a glint of anxiety,"We don't have to." You reply. He almost looked overwhelmed with the situation, eyes flitting about like there's an argument going on in his head.

Licking his lips and fiddling with your fingers he clears his throat, “No, we can keep going.” Squeezing your hand in his he continues,“I trust you Y/N"

For a moment the silence of the night was all that was needed as a reply. Hovering over Soobin, now with your legs on either side of him, you grin. You've known the boy was a virgin, but hearing it fall from his lips as the boy was flushed below you only makes the urge to ruin him stronger.

And now you could.

Giving an experimental squeeze to the front of his shorts, the boy gasps. A soft smile blooms on your face as you grip it tighter, "I'll take care of you then."

Soobin lets out a deep groan when you slip your hand in his jeans to palm at his growing erection.

His mouth goes lax and the rhythm you work to with your hands growing wet under his boxers. Lulling his tongue out and panting into your mouth you continue to ghost your mouth over his and chuckle at his sensitivity.

"Y/N, I think I'm close."

You remove your hand from his pants in an instant, ignoring the boy's whine just to sit back on Soobin's thighs and going to work on his fly. Lifting your hips and pulling both his pants and underwear in one tug you bore your eyes into his as you tug your shirt over your head, "Is this ok?"

Pulling his own shirt over his head, and placing both of his hands on your hips, he nods. His hair was ruffled from the earlier kissing and a dopey grin is plastered on his face, "Please"

Groaning under your breath at the sight Soobin makes you slide up to sit on his crotch, making his leaking cock sit between your folds. Grinding your hips down onto him and moaning out at the friction on your clit, Soobin cries out,"Y/N, please."

Drinking in his whimpers you teasingly rub at the brown buds hardening on his chest, "please what baby, I'm touching you."

"P-please fuck me" Soobin slurs.

Halting the grinding of your hips, and closing a hand around his cock, you run the tip along your folds.

With a roll of your hips you slide him into your cunt, making you both collectively groan at the feeling.

Grinding your hips forward, you start to ride Soobin. You fucked onto him slowly, drinking in his whimpers. Soobin looked so dazed with his eyes shut tight while his hips almost moved by themselves, subtly skimming the sensitive spots within your walls. Leaning over to kiss at his jaw you still your motions.

"Fuck me like you mean it." You groan.

Planting his feet on the flat of the trunk Soobin starts the sloppily thrust into you. His eyes still squeezed shut with sweat beading on his brow.

The slapping of skin fills the air as puffs of air between the pair of you heats the given area. Moaning to yourself you slip your hand to Soobin's lips and plunge two into his mouth.

After thoroughly wetting your fingers in spit you lower the digits to flick and pinch you clit, working you towards an orgasm. The warm curl of your orgasm makes you clamp down on Soobin's cock causing him to whimper under you and grip your hips. "I think I'm gonna cum." He cries.

Pulling off of Soobin's lap you turn to lie at his side and run your palm over the tip of his cock, loosely jacking the boy off as he locks lips with you. The slide of your lips in tandem with the pumping of your fist drives Soobin over with him gasping into your mouth and cumming into your fist.

Lying back against the blankets you both catch your breath, the wind of the night now breaking into the bubble you've created.

Suddenly, you point up at a flash of light in the sea of black. Soobin gives a hum of acknowledgement, turning back towards you,"A shooting star."

#sub!soobin #sub!txt #sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader #txt smut #txt x you #txt x y/n #txt x reader #soobin x reader #works

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jaycewrites-192000 · 3 years

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The Rest Of Our Lives

Levi Ackerman x Reader

It had all finally came to an end, the world could finally try its best to heal from years upon years of death.

Speaking of healing, he had gone through the worst of it over the years. And finally, he has the rest of his life to heal.

But he can't do it alone...

(Spoiler Warning!!! This story contains spoilers for the end of the Attack on Titan manga!!!)

It had been three years since that fateful battle. So many lives had been lost that day, good and bad, friend and enemy. Even the majority of the human population, eighty percent to be specific, had been wiped out just for the slim chance of peace, and even then, it wasn't completely guaranteed. But for now, all was calm. That day, was the battle between titan and human, heaven and earth. The day the dreaded rumbling had began, and soon ended. It resulted in many deaths and plenty of injuries, the worst landed upon Levi Ackerman. Humanity's strongest soldier was nearly killed, but he wasn't given that title for nothing. He was still living today, though missing a few fingers, a working eye, and finally his permanently damaged leg. It wasn't too much of a problem, as there were no longer any titans to fight. Though, it was somewhat, shameful in his eyes. That after everything, a busted leg is what holds him down. He wasn't even elderly, and yet he needed constant help. He grateful for the help however, though he wished he didn't have to burden people with his problem so much.

But, it wasn't a burden or a problem to her.

She was there by his side for as long as he can remember. She fought by his side during expeditions, comforted him during his low points, and even risked her life over and over to keep him safe and alive. He can't say he's never done the same for her. Maybe it was her constant attention and care, that made him fall in love with her. At the time, it was horrible. He fell in love with someone he could so easily loose, but now in a world free of titans, he could love her as much as he wanted. And the same goes for her. They both confessed their love for each other shortly before the rumbling began, then he proposed to her after everything settled.

And so, here they were, in their own little cabin next to a beautiful lake, surrounded by tall pine trees. They both were outside today, rested on the bench that sat right before the lake. Hand in hand, her head leaning on his shoulder. Their gentle breaths in sync with one another. The calmness of the quiet air, aided to their ease. For once in their lives, they felt no need for worry or panic, or when the next attack from the titans would be. And they would never need for such worries again.

Her eyes slowly opened, she smiled as the first thing she saw, was her soon to be husband. Even with the scars, he was still as handsome as ever. Though, his eyes were distant and somewhat empty. Why? "Levi?" She spoke softly. "Are you ok?" Levi finally blinked, sighing softly he looked down at you. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" She sits up to meet his gaze. "You seem, a little distant. Are you tired?" Levi shakes his head before placing his hand on his scar. "Just thinking." He muttered. Was that what this was about? This would happen every now and then, Levi would just stare at himself in the mirror. Well, less himself and more at his blinded eye, the two long scars that covered it. It started from the top of his eye down to his lip. He considered himself lucky, that explosion Zeke Yeager caused could have just killed him all together. But it only costed him an eye and a few fingers.

Still she wondered, did he hate how he looked now? He never commented on it before, so she just assumed he didn't care. But the way his overall expression would falter anytime he saw it, or tried to lifted his hand, or even when he tried to stand. "Levi? You know I didn't think less of you because of those scars." She placed her hand on top of his damaged one. "Or your hand. Or your leg. I still love you. I always have and I always will. This doesn't change a thing." Y/n say softly, trying to reassure him. "I...I know that Y/n. But....it's not that...not this time." Levi looks up at the sky. It was a soft orange, signifying the end of the day. "Every time I wake up, I wonder when it will happen." Y/n blinks a few times, not really understanding. "When what will happen?" She asks. "When they will come back. The titans. Before, at any moment, we could die at the hands of those giant bastards." Y/n would be lying if she said she hadn't felt the same at sometimes.

"But Levi, that was before. They're gone now. There are no more titans, we're safe." She explains to him.

"For how long?"

The panic in his voice was clear. Y/n took both of his hands and held them in her own. Her eyes full of sincerity as she spoke. "Levi, I know how you're feeling. But, you were there that day. We both were, the titans are gone. They died along with Eren." It still pained you to say it. Though in the end Eren was acting rash and out of hand, you still remembered him as the same young boy with hope in his heart that one day, the world would be a one without titans. It was a shame that he let it go to his head, and because of that, he was responsible for nearly exterminating all of humanity. Therefore, he had to face the consequences of his actions and pay the ultimate price. Poor kid...

"There are no trace of titans left. We're safe. You're safe. And you will never have to worry about stuff like that ever again." You bring his hands up and kiss them gently. Making sure he felt your love, even through his missing fingers. "And I won't ever leave your side. I'll always be here for you Levi. To care for you, to love you, for the rest of our lives."

A sudden wetness on your hands made you flinch. You look up to expecting to see rain, but instead, you saw Levi, crying. He sniffles a few times before leaning closer to you, until his head rested on your shoulder. You smiles and rub his back in a soothing manor. Through his sobs, you could make out a feint "thank you" from Levi.

You meant every word. You will always be there for him. And he in return would always be there for you. You two will always have each other, for the rest of your lives.

Another year has come to pass, Levi and Y/n had finally married, and proud to call themselves Mr and Mrs Ackerman. And Mrs Ackerman was expecting and due to deliver soon. There were congratulations given all around. From Armin, Jean, Connie, Annie, Reiner, even Falco and Gabi. Even Mikasa. It was a bit surprised that she came to visit. Mikasa had became distant ever since Eren died, she was the one that killed him after all. She had been by Eren side for many many years, and in the end, she was the one that put him to rest. It took quite a toll on her. But she was recovering, slowly but surely.

Y/n wished so desperately that Hanji and Erwin could have been here today. Though, she bet that Hanji would have been pretty sad without having anymore titans to experiment on. But deep down she knew, that they were still here, even if she couldn't see them. Levi knew it as well. They would both regularly visit their graves to pay respects and generally just talk about what's going on in their lives. Hanji would have been so thrilled to know that Levi and Y/n settled down to start a family. From the very beginning, Hanji had always hoped you two would get together. She even went as far as teasing her and Levi, which would normally result in a kick to the back from Levi. Not too hard though, he didn't want to break her spine. And Erwin, he would just be happy to see Levi happy with someone. And of course Levi's former squad would be happy that he was at peace with himself. They all would be so proud of him.

When it came time for Y/n to deliver, it was one of the most stressful and wonderful days of Levi's life. Fortunately, Y/n was just fine afterwards and gave birth to a healthy and beautiful little girl. She resembled Levi the most, with her black hair and her grey-blue eyes. She had some of Y/n's features as well, like her skin tone and her facial features.

"What should we name her?" Y/n spoke softly as she held her baby close. "We haven't came up with a name for her yet?" Levi mutters. They were spending more time preparing themselves for a new addition to their small family, that they hardly had time to think of one. Levi gently stroked his daughter's cheek, she gave a tiny smile in return before her face returned to a more sleepy one. It made Levi's heart race. This was his daughter, he made that! Well, really Y/n did, but it meant just as much to him. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever think that he would have children. Then again, he never thought he would meet someone like Y/n either. Levi's stone expression dropped, a smile of his own made it onto his face.

"Levi, I've actually had one in mind for a while. But, I wasn't sure if...you would be ok with it." Y/n spoke hesitantly. Levi held her hand, such a small gesture, made sure she knew she didn't have to keep anything from him. "I know how close you were to Farlan and Isabell." Levi's breathing halted for a second. "More specifically, how much Isabell looked up to you. I know she saw you as a brother, but...what I'm trying to say is, what if we named her, Isabell?" Y/n looked down at her baby, who was sleeping peacefully in her arms. It was true, Farlan and Isabell were like family to Levi, it was devastating the way they died. He wasn't there to help them, if he was, maybe they would be here today. He missed them dearly...

When Levi didn't respond, Y/n became worried. "I-I mean, we don't have to. I was just-"

"It's perfect." Levi cut her off. "Our little Isabell." He says with another warm smile. Y/n returned the smile before kissing her daughter's head. "Welcome to the world, Isabell." She whispers.

With this, Levi knew he was living for so much more. He had a woman who loved him with all her heart, despite how he looks now. And now, he had a child. Though this world was without titans, it doesn't mean there won't be another danger that was out there, just waiting to snatch his happiness away from him. But Levi wouldn't let it. Levi swore this very day, to protect his wife and daughter with everything he had. Despite injury, despite age, he would never let anything or anyone harm his family. Because for now on, it will be only them, together.

For the rest of their lives.

THE END

(This was not stolen! This story was reposted from my Wattpad account!)

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot 139 #snk 139 #aot spoilers #snk spoilers #spoilers #manga spoilers #anime spoilers

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ms-indifferwnt · 3 years

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I’m Cold

“I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Notes: Chapter 3 of Im Cold. Sorry this one took longer, hope you guys enjoy

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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Y/n was screaming in frustration o to her pillow, Damn the Prince's good Looks, Damn the Prince's words, Damn the Prince's Kindness, Damn it all!

Y/n sighs after screaming on to her pillow, she flips over back against the soft covers, she couldn't help but think about how the evening end up like this. How could she say yes? After Prince Donghyuck has asked for two Weeks what happened?

"No" Y/n replied and stood up

Donghyuck grabbed her by the wrist, it wasn't forceful nor was it tight, Prince Donghyuck gave her an opportunity to pull away, to take her wrist away from the Prince, But why didn't she? "Please" He pleaded and Y/n's eyes widened "At least think it over, if you are still determined to tell my parents I will gladly assist you but please, at least until we're done eating dinner, think it over"

Y/n was shocked to see the prince pleading, asking her to think about it, was this that important to the prince? She nods, fine after dinner she'll reject him, she was getting fed up with how stubborn he is, it wasn't just messing up with the royal family's values, it was also bothering with her life, her own private life, how she is being seen, how people address her whole life went upside down just because the prince lost his temper

Donghyuck nods and stands bowing towards her, "I'm sorry, I know I have troubled you" He confesses and Y/n grabbed him by the shoulders to make him stand straight but he wouldn't budge "I know that by making you do this I have placed you in a hard position" she shakes her head and tears start trickling his eyes, it was all overwhelming, her feelings and the Prince' words being all too heavy on her conscience, the tears weren't necessary nor was it intentional but before she could realize, a sob leaves her lips and Prince Donghyuck's reaction was quick, he stood up straight hands out to hold her as she starts wiping her face

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying" she whimpers and keeps wiping her face with her hands, The prince pulls her hands away and uses his handkerchief to wipe her tears, no words were exchanged, not until she calmed down

Neither noticed it but the Prince'd hand always hovered near the girl's as if waiting for the right moment to hold her hand. The Prince looks at her and she was staring at the cloth in her hand, it was simple, laced in golden thread "Do you like sweets?" The Prince suddenly spoke making her look at him and she nods, he smiles softly and takes her hand in his "Let's go get some ice-cream"

Morning comes and Y/n wakes up to the sound of Prince Donghyuck's voice "Hana, which one is better?"

Y/n opened her eyes to be greeted by Prince Donghyuck looking through her closet "Goodmorning" he greets and moves to kiss her forehead, Y/n still freezes at the action but smiled "I've chosen your outfit for today so we can match" Donghyuck pats his thighs to show off the color and smiles, standing up to hold her hand and help her out of bed, "Wear this" he shows a pretty blue floral lace Bardot dress, pattern adorned with white and pink roses while lace covers the edges the color matching the Prince's blue-ish dress pants "Get her dressed Hana"

And at the Prince's words, Hana leads Y/n to the conjoined bathroom, helping her clean up and get dressed fixing the way it hugs her curves, and Hana smiles, applying a bit of touch-ups on her skin and fixing her hair. She was done and Y/n looked into the mirror, Hana has fixed her hair into a half-up bun style making it look messy yet classy, the hairstyle complementing the dress

They both left the bathroom only to be greeted by the prince facing away from the bathroom door looking at his phone "Done? Can I turn and see?"

Y/n blinks, the Prince purposefully turned away to give her space and privacy, she smiles softly "Yes you can turn around now"

The prince turns around and he smiles at the sight, but then he wrapped one arm around his waist as a support for his elbow where he places his chin on his palm eyeing her "Something's missing" he mumbled

Y/n blinks and tilts her head as Hana turns to look at Y/n "Jewelry?" Hana offers and the Prince nods, with the Maid immediately reacting walking to get the Jewelry box from the vanity, "Milady has a wide assortment of jewelry here, my Prince" she says and turns only to gasp at the sight

The Prince had invaded Y/n's personal bubble, him being so close their chest could be flushed against each other, her hair was out of the way while the Prince had his arms around her neck as he tries and clasps the necklace. In all honesty, if he wanted to help her wear it he could've done it from behind not doing it while almost hugging Y/n

Y/n could feel the Prince's breath fan against her neck at the close proximity, she blushes and moved to hold on to the blazer in front of her until finally, the prince locks the necklace tracing a cold finger against the chain, she tried, she just couldn't help but feel the goosebumps rise against her skin where he had touched "There, you look pretty" he smiles his finger stopping at the pendant only to return tracing against her collar bones and down her arms. Y/n would be lying if she says the prince didn't have an effect on her, cause, oh how her heart raced at the action, silently willing them to stop, he traces lower 'till he holds her hand looking at her wrist "Let us get you a bracelet" he lets go of her only to look through the jewelry box

Hana stood there in shock, cheeks a shade of red at the display of affection, standing off to the side, knowing that she shouldn't react unless Y/n or the Prince might need her

The Prince would take time, looking through the wide assortment of bracelets and looking at the Y/n to look at her wrists and then dress, only to resume his search. Y/n on the other hand had examined the pendant of the necklace, it was a flower, a white flower pendant with delicate details on to its petals, making it look as if it is blooming "It's called a gardenia flower"

She looks into his eyes "what?" she blinks a bit surprises

He points to the pendant "That a gardenia flower, do you like it?" he asks and stands up fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves

She nods shyly "It's a pretty flower" he nods and takes his watch off, it was a simple watch, it had a golden chain strap along with its case, a black tint on the watch itself "You have a pretty watch" she murmurs and the Prince smiles

"Good, cause you'll be using this today" he replies and walks up to her so he can hold her wrist, placing the watch on and locking it in place "Its a bit big on you," he laughs as if finding the whole ordeal cute "Remind me later, lets go on jewelry shopping ok?" Y/n nods silently and he examines Y/n, nodding in approval at the sight he smiles and locks there fingers "Lets go, lets have breakfast together then we can go out to my schedules ok?" he says as he leads her out of her room and into the dining hall

Letting him lead her out, "I'm sorry, My Prince-" she starts but the prince cuts her off

"You should get used to calling me Donghyuck for the next two weeks" he murmurs and turns his head to look at her and smiled "What were you saying?"

She clears her throat and avoided eye contact "Why do I have to come with you on your schedule?"

He hums as if thinking of the right words to answer her question "well, It would be great to show my parents that I am 'serious'," He makes air quotes with his free hand "about you, a plus to make them believe that i need time to heal when we do break up. And, it gets lonely when I'm the only one going"

"Where is this meeting being held exactly, My Prince?" Y/n asked as she turns away from the car window to look at the Prince only to get a raised eyebrow in return "Donghyuck" she corrects and he nods in approval

"At a café, we'll be meeting with someone, he claims that this project he proposes will help a lot of people"

"Then why must you be the one to interview them? wouldn't it be better for the King and Queen to address that matter themselves?"

"Well, Yes. But not everything will go through the King and Queen, first they have to go through me to make sure its worth seeing by them and then the decision is ultimately theirs"

"Ah" she hums softly and nods "I understand" she smiles and Donghyuck couldn't help but smile back

Once they arrive, The Prince leads Y/n by the hand to a man dressed in a fancy suit he stands and bows towards the new arrivals "My name Johnny, thank you for giving me a chance to speak to you your highness"

Donghyuck bows and smiles "Of course,. I'd like you to meet my Fiancé, Y/n this Suh Johnny, a dear friend and at the moment a benefactor" he smiles informs and Johnny bows in her direction with her mirroring the action, "Please sit." They all obeyed

Johnny was very convincing and honestly, the Prince liked his proposal but as Johnny excused himself to go to the bathroom, Donghyuck turned to Y/n "What do you think?"

She blinked in confusion "Sorry?" she tilts her head slightly and Donghyuck had resist the urge to grab her by the chin so that he can adjust it "But why are you asking me, my Prince?"

He frowns "Donghyuck, Y/n, please call me Donghyuck, you earned the title of being my friend in this predicament you and I are in" earning a nod from the girl and he hums "but to answer your question, its because you might know what's best" she watches him as he spoke "I have not once tried living as if I wasn't a prince, I've never went to the market or done house chores, but you have and you do, compared to me you know what can help improve the way my people work and move, so I'm asking you, what did you think of his proposal?"

Y/n lets the Prince's words sink in as she looks down at her lap, she never thought that it'd come to this, The crowned prince asking her opinion but here she was "Yes, It'll be of great help" she started and started explaining the points on why and how it could improve, stating facts and sharing little stories along the way with her explanation as the Prince attentively listened and nodded

After she spoke, the Prince nodded and smiled at her "that is great Y/n" he moves to hold her hand cupping them "Thank you" he beams he opens his mouth to speak only to be stopped by Johnny returning and the Prince drops her hand

"I'm sorry" Johnny says and sat down "May I continue?" and the prince nods "As I was saying adding homes, giving the people their own job that is cleaning up our parks can lessen our rate of jobless citizens and also lessen out the homeless-"

Johnny was cut off to the prince swerving to the side and looking at his Fiancé "What's your favorite cake flavor?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Cake flavor," he repeats and nods towards the different displays and grins "What is it?"

She looks at Johnny who smiles at her "Mocha" she answers and he hums "you really do have a sweet tooth hmm?" he raises a hand to flag down a waiter "and coffee?" he turns to look at her then stops "No, Sorry you hate coffee... One Mocha cake and," he hums going back to when he bought ice cream for her and smiled "two cups of Hot Chocolate please, would you like anything Johnny?"

"Just coffee" He replies

"Black Coffee for him" Donghyuck says and the waiter bows, "Sorry, continue" and with that Johnny continues

Donghyuck is now to make a decision, if he says yes, Johnny will speak to his parents about his proposal and he hums, giving his and Y/n's words to careful consideration, his eyes drifting to Y/n as she took a bite "feed me" he says out of the blue making Y/n and Johnny look at him surprised

"I can't think without sugar and I drank my milk, just one bite" he coaxes and, Y/n offered him a bit which he happily accepted, looking at Johnny he grins "I hope my parents like your idea as much as we did Johnny"

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happyselves · 3 years

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Drugs ( part 3 & final ) { Daniel Ricciardo x reader } WARNING EXPLICIT

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Tears were flooding down your cheeks now, all the pressure you had these past months was resolving into this torrent of emotion. You felt two hands on your arms lifting you and bringing you closer into a warm hug. He was hugging you, he never hugs you, never. Yes was showing affection with some skin to skin contacts but never did he hug you, this was new. You must look this miserable that he had pity for you and give you a hug, but you weren't complaining, after all it might be the last time you even feel him this close to you.

You were still hugging and at this point you were crying so bad, that his tee shirt ended up being wet on the spot your head was. He was caressing your hair and his scent, his touch and his proximity was in a way calming you. The perfect height difference between the two of you made his chin rest on the top of your head and your face was hiding now in his neck. You stayed silent, listening to each other's breath and heartbeat, they were at the same pace and it was so calming that the tears stopped falling eventually. When he senses that you aren't crying anymore he pulls away from you but still holding you firmly and it reminds you of last night, his eyes on you and his thumbs wiping what was left of your breakdown on your cheeks. You remembered everything from last night, his hands on you like this and how your eyes shut automatically responding to his touch, your face lingering on his palm. The moment of déjà-vu you were living made your body react on its own. He had this power over you, controlling you like this. Your eyes were closed and you wanted to cry again but there were no tears left in your body for now.

You didn't know how he was reacting to this intimate moment, one thing for sure is that his breath was becoming sighs, but you didn't care. Otherwise what you didn't see coming is how suddenly you felt lifted a bit from the ground for his face to find a place in your neck . It was his turn to breathe your scent, feeling your skin against his cheeks, his nose and his lips. He was searching for comfort in your touch. Was he realising something ? Those lips that were brushing slowly against the veins of your neck sending you shivers pressing a kiss kiss, you couldn't stop the moan you had in your throat for so long,to escape your lips. His lips bent into what you thought was a smile and you didn't know if it was a good thing or not. You felt that it was the right moment to admit something to him, maybe not everything but giving him some clues because you both still needed to clear this out and this moment despite being so nice, needed to be ended. You didn't want your confession to sound like you were about to pick a fight again, so you gently whispered in his ear. '

You : Daniel I want more than what you can offer me ... I want so much more ...

He didn't move, but you felt his body react at your words, it was betraying him, reducing his grip like he was losing control over you. The drug of what your relationship was, faded away. There was no sign of him detaching himself from you; on the contrary, the grip on you became soft, delicate, making it look like he was holding something precious.

Dan : I know ...

He knew ... of course he knew, he felt it too last night. You remembered very clearly the way you kissed him back, like there was no tomorrow. It was the case actually, there might be a tomorrow, just not of you being together. You didn't know how it was possible to crush your heart again but the pain was hard for you right now, you were getting very annoyed with yourself, you wanted to forget every feeling you had for him to go back the way things were before you contracted this addiction for him.

You : Then why are you doing this to me Daniel...

The words were difficult to get out of you, hurting your throat, a knot forming in it. You weren't expecting anything from him anymore, completely desperate, accepting the fate that was heading in front of you.

Dan : Because I can't let you go and I don't know why ...

He was as confused as you, he didn't know what was happening to him. It falls on him like it fell on you, this attraction, this power ... this connection. Where did it all change and why ? All these questions you might never have answers for were hanging in both of your mind.

You were now looking at each other, like you were last night, his eyes were so expressive, but you were still confused about what you were reading then. He pushes away a lock of your hair and you find yourself incapable of moving away again. You wanted to at least turn your back on him for a minute, a second to breathe properly, to think properly. You end up doing it, with difficulty, detaching yourself from his embrace and moving away as much as you could. You walk in the room until you are facing the windows showing the beautiful park of the hotel, sunrise giving a pretty scenery, perfect for a painting. You close your eyes and let your forehead rest on the cold surface.

You didn't hear him coming behind you and stopping, not knowing if he should cross that last meter and do what his heart was telling him to do. If you could sense the aura right now, he was probably full of frustration and hesitation. What was he waiting for ? What did he want to do ? Always question hanging inside your brain as you slightly open your eyes to see his reflection in the windows. You were tired of questions and you just wanted to rest for once, not think of anything and act with your heart, do what he wanted despite your head telling you otherwise.

He beat you to it though, you were about to turn around and do something when you felt his hand pushing the hair of your neck, crossing that last step. His hand on your shoulder, his lips slowly pressing on the back of your neck. Your eyes closed themselves again and your forehead found the window once more. He mumbled something on your skin.

Dan : I want to try something ...

It wasn't the time for experience you thought, but you understand what he meant when his hand slid down your throat, holding it sensually giving him access to a different area of your neck he had earlier. Of course you were lost for words and couldn't even let a sound out of you except a couple of complaining sighs, quickly shut when his tongue played with your skin, and his teeth were nibbing you. Before you were completely lost in his touch you managed to turn around and face him.

You : What are you doing, please don't do that, you can't do that to me ... please.

You were begging and you were right to do so. He couldn't let you hope like that, not now and not ever. He couldn't play with you, he couldn't hold you like that, he couldn't make you believe stuff that will not happen between you two.

Dan : I need to know ... I need confirmation { YN }

The way your name was pronounced in the softness way, made you lose balance of your feet. It felt like it was the first time he was saying it. You were starting to over think again because he said he needed to confirm something and you bet that in this moment if you could see yourself in the mirror you will have sparkles in your eyes despite how miserable you must look right now. You desperately wanted him to admit something to you, you felt the tension, you were starting to believe that he was feeling something too. He was kissing your neck, a friend doesn't do that even a best one. He was seeing open doors now, ones that he never knew could be open and you were sure he was afraid because of all his rules that you didn't know why he had to follow, after all he was the one that created them and rules are also made to be broken. Broken rules, you liked it, it was exciting, bringing spice into your life and that's what you wanted to do in his, but he was so rigid and he built this wall around him making you hurt every time you tried to climb. You never gave up before last time, but you were ready to give it one more shot, one try if he hurt you again you will be done forever, your brain knew it as well as your heart.

So you decide to be brave one last time, get all the courage in you left and give him whatever confirmation he needed.

You : What do you need to confirm Daniel ?

Your voice pronounces his name the same way yours escapes his lips. His eyes shifted to your eyes, to your lips and back to your eyes, his breath was irregular and his hands were sweaty and shaking. You couldn't do it anymore.

You : For fuck sake Ricciardo, do it ....

You pause yourself half-sentence, your words came out like a blast, it was impossible for you to hide your exasperation at him. You take a breath and calm yourself down letting the tension leave your body a little bit. The word you wanted deeply to say since you had this moment last night finally came out more shyly.

You : kiss me ... kiss me Daniel.

You were begging him with your eyes and then it rang like bells in Daniel's ears, he closed the damn gap between you two, bringing your neck towards him, crashing his lips against you. How much you've missed this feeling, you know you were addicted to him like a drug, but you didn't know that only after one kiss you were driven by the sensation of his touch, his lips, his tongue finding yours was procuring you.

He was licking your lips, making you gasp and take advantage of your reaction to connect both of you in a deeper way. Teeth clenching, the kiss was slow then harsh, messy, passionate and wild almost full of rage and hatred that have been accumulated these past hours and you could feel the frustration you two had built from the past few months in it. The kiss was representing you so well, your relationship perfectly described in this action of love.

Love could be a big word if you weren't sure about what you felt for each other, but it was the only word that was big enough judging the two of you. When you love someone this much it makes you sick, it makes you go crazy and makes you feel all those confusing feelings. You were in love with him as he was in love with you and this kiss was only confirmating it to Daniel. He needed this electroshock for him to open his eyes on his feeling for you, they could only be as clear as water now as he push you again closest surface he could find that was the windows, giving view to his balcony and anyone that was in the hotel park a spectacle of the firework that was about to lunch between you. You whined as your head bumped in the cold surface and moaned at his fierce touch on you sending him shivers down his spin. His hand grabbed your legs to wrap them up around his wide hips, having the cold now turn warm glasses helping him support your two bodies because he wasn't really sure of stability of his legs right now, the shivers traveling his whole body and making him lose all kind of control of his muscles.

He find himself nibbing your neck, trying to have access as the much skin you could possibly give him, your hoo.. his hoodie stopping him from going down with his lips and frustrating him as he leave your thighs, trusting the windows to hold you when his hands find the aim of the hoodie, not hesitating to go under and find the warm skin of your waist. If a touch could burn you must have the perfect exemple right here because you were aren't to breath properly as his hands were slowly moving up to lift the hoodie. Soon he found out that you weren't wearing anything under, this hoodie was the only things you were attending to steal from him as a memory, making his scent, a mix of his own and his perfume impregnated in the fabric, last as much as it could.

Daniel wanted to take that hoodie off until he change his mind, you were wearing his and his dick suddently twiched in his pants at the thougth of you only wearing this with nothing under as he fuck you right here, right now. His imagination was surprising him as well because yes he find himself daydreaming about you time to time, just maybe how you would look like under him as he eats you alive or his penetrates you, the face you would make as you take him in his mouth, but never he thought it meant anything to him until today. Every best friend was thinking like that about each other at some point, no ? Especially when your best friend was a beautiful and sexy woman, that's how he was describing you.

Your body was incapable of moving, blown away by what was finally happening, until something clicked in your brain, you wanted to feel him too and as you tried to remove his top off you detach yourself from the windows that was the only thing holding you and lost balance. As Daniel tries to catch you back, his eyes widen, feeling that he was as well yet to lose balance, tripping on his own feet, backing off from the glasses and bringing you with him in his fall to protect you. Thank the lord the carpet floor was soft and his hard training to be a formula one driver left reflexes in his muscles memories. The fall wasn't bad and his neck held his head straight like it does in his car during a fault corner.

You were clearly in shock, both of you, but as soon as you saw there was no arm you let out the biggest laugh that brought a genuine and attentionate smile on his face before he joined you.

Dan : Well that's moving quickly, you on top of me.

You didn't respond, busy looking at every detail the smile brought to his face, his cheeks moving up forming a dimple on each side. You hands caressing it slowly as you check if he was really okay. The silence isn't erasing the desire between you on the contrary it was hitting things ever more and you didn't know it was this possible as your lifted hoodie let the air enter in contact with your flaming skin, cooling it a little bit before Daniel's hand retake possession of it. Like earlier he didn't hesitate to explore what was now his and only his. His palms grabbed your ass, a sign for you to straddle him so he can have a better view of your face, and feel you on his thighs.

Your hands find his torso, playing with the fabric of his shirt before pulling it toward you, silently asking him to sit down so you can lift it up. He obeyed without any resistance to busy stroking your thighs, prompting you into creating a friction of come and goes, his face clearly showing some irritation because your pants were blocking half the feeling you should be feeling. Daniel Ricciardo, impatient, you liked the sound of that and at least you could get rid of his shirt without him noticing and focus on your neck target. That was the amount of skin now on display just in front of you, ready to be savored, enjoying every centimeter. This view of him wasn't something new to you but it was the first you could finally put a taste on it after countless nights imagining how your lips would feel on it. You were sounding like a predator to an innocent prey that didn't you were targeted and he was like a hunter blinded by his focus on his one and only mission that he didn't see the danger that was coming just in front of him. It's your teeth on his neck that wakes him up and makes him come back from his trance of trying to feed the lack of friction. His moans filled the rooms, his arching voice coming erection, the pleasure surprise taking over his face before he locked eyes with you.

Dan : I'm not going to be patient with you if you keep doing stuff like that.

You : Oh but sweetheart, the thing you don't understand is that I've waited so long for you, that now it's your turn to wait and to let me take the lead.

You smirk, and his mouth dropped, if you could film this right now. You have just switched the advantage he had over you. He was left speechless and you didn't know if it was a good thing, but you assumed it was as soon as he took his hands off you and put them above his head, closing his eyes and licking his lips. You were enjoying it so much, being a little bit dominante with him after everything he had made you go through, it was a sort of pay back and he was gladly taking the sweet punishment, but before doing anything a question lit up in your brain and you couldn't shut it before asking him.

You : Daniel, before I ... we got further, I cannot not ask you this, and I would be damb for asking you, but what about your rules ?

He opened his eyes again and fixed you, clearly having forgotten about this detail.

Dan : What rules ?

You : You know what rules, don't play dumb now.

Dan : The rules, I'm the one that created them and right now I don't give two shits about them, they are made to be broken so fuck them.

You : But ...

He sits back up, holding your face.

Dan : I said fuck them, what I want right now is to forget the idiot I was for not giving on my pulsion and having you for me earlier, I'm not about to waste another second because of the choice I've made years ago when I was a dumb prick. So please don't worry about any regret I could have later, because I won't, never, not after being dominated by you.

He finishes his sentence by a smirk and a giggle, before falling back on the ground, putting himself in his recent position. Rules were made to be broken, that's why you thought earlier, he said exactly what you had in your mind. You were connecting on a mind level. It was that all fuck it spirit, that you've been wanted to do since you developped feelings for him. Why was I thinking about now except him and you making beautiful moments that you will cherish for eternity. You knew it was the little angels that were making you insecurities come out and you shouldn't have listened to him. This morning, the demon on your right shoulder will be the stronger one, beating the reason away from the angel, taking over all the reasoning that could make you think it was a bad idea. The demon was now possessing you as you hands found the lace of his grey sweatpant, ready to pull it down as you moved up and him lifting his ass off so you can pull it down. The devil was out and hungry, the predator in you came back and didn't waste any minute of being nice and delicate with the length that was in front of him.

Soon the boxer joined the sweatpant aside, and you thought of doing the same about your pants, which you did as you stood up, stripping yourself to a Daniel who was lost for words once more, not daring stopping you. You decide that your black thong will stay on for a little longer, after all you did said to Daniel that you wanted to take your time with him. He observed him so vulnerable in front of you, enjoying the power you finally had over him. You weren't the same woman as 30 minutes ago, you were the crying girl that was about to lose the love of your life, instead you were becoming this fallen angel. Daniel didn't seem to be complaining about this, his twitching dick was proving it, excited for what was coming for him.

You finally take him in your hand, stroking him a bit before lubricating it with a little bit of your saliva, he heard him whine, he was already pretty hard and ready, this little show of you might have excited him more than you thought. You got so carried away that you didn't think of him and he didn't complain for a bit, patiently waiting for you to come and take care of him. Made you think that perhaps he had already faced a similar experience in his dreams, and that maybe it was you,the woman of his tormented dreams. He wasn't losing eye contact with you, as your mouth came teasing his tips, your wet tongue licking his precum, your thumb caressing the popped vein making the blood go toward his edge. You could bet at this moment that a glance of a tongue could be enough for him to release himself in your mouth.

He was being a nice boy, the torture that you were giving me must feel horrible for him and you didn't wanted to make him suffer, you wanted him to enjoy as much as you were. So as he watches you come over him, his hoodie on you brushing his nipples, sending him shivers, you took both of his hands to drag him so he could sit up as you straddle him again. You kiss his neck, nibbing quite hard on his warm skin, his jaw clenching, sign of his teeth tightening, his lips almost bleeding because of it. You moved to his ear, teasing his earlob of your tongue and breath before whispering that the torture was enough for now and that he could do whatever he wanted of you.

He didn't wait for the last word coming from your mouth before he switched your position, and took possession of your thighs, bending you in front of him, his arms blocking you from moving. Where you would go anyway, you already got everything you needed just right there. His face between your legs as he kissed his way up to your pussy, making sure to mark his territory, the sweet pain made you smile as much as he made you moan. If the view you had just in front of you wasn't the sexiest thing you have seen then what was coming was about rethinking every fantasy you had with him. His teeth find their way somehow on your dark thong. At first you thought he was gonna kiss you over it, but you weren't so sure as you saw his tongue playing with the lace before his mouth tore it down to have full access to lips down there. He gives you one last look before half his face buried itself, licking you, tasting you. No romantic roman, show or film could make justice to how the woman's body was reacting to be eaten alive like this. You weren't sure if what you were feeling wasn't something only Daniel was able to experience, you didn't even care about knowing the truth anyway because the way your body was reacting to his wet tongue teasing your entrance and your clitoris had nothing to be compared about. Your fingers find the messy curls of his hair, pushing him deeper in you. He didn't care if he couldn't breathe, it was the happiest place for the sweetest death. The sound that was coming out of you was a sweet melody to him, better than any music he had listened to before and the only one he would truly enjoy listening to from now on. His name came in a rush of your build up orgasm you felt coming,before it came again more erratically mixed with moan and whimper and cry as you came hard under him. He licked you a couple times, licking your wetness before he stopped him and made him kiss his way until the hoodie you were still wearing blocked his trip to your face. That didn't stop him as there were enough places for him to hide under it and continue to kiss your skin until your breast that he tasted like he was carefully choosing which ice cream he was preferring. He was tickling you with your tongue and his kiss that a snore escaped your mouth that you tried to cover as quickly as possible with the back of your hand, but it was too late, Daniel was laughing, still between your boobs, resting his head on you. His laugh was making his throat vibrate on your skin and this reminds you of earlier times when he did the same thing on your neck when you were hugging. How things change so quickly. You were looking at a big bump in front of you, before softly booping Daniel's head though the fabric, scared he had fallen asleep. He finally came out of there and you laugh at the sight of his hair everywhere, almost electric before the hoodie.

Dan : I was listening to your heart, quite a champ it is, racing as quick as me in my car.

You : It's racing for you

Dan : As I've always raced for you.

You didn't know what was the meaning behind this phrase, but he didn't let you figure it out or questioned it before he caught your lips again so you could taste the remains of yourself, distracting you as he was positioning himself at your entrance. You felt his tips slowly stroking your pussy, pushing your entrance a bit to feel the vibe. You were so wet that no pain will break off this. His demand was short as his eyes were asking you what was the next move for you, your kiss was the response he was waiting for before slowly pushing into you, releasing a painful growl in the process. You join him , grabbing his back, digging your nail in his skin, waiting for the discomfort to let place for the pleasure. He was scared to move at first but hearing your pleasurable sigh was enough for him to start moving in you, savoring the delicious sensation your walls were giving him, kissing your collarbone. His hand found your throat, gently squeezing it, you were losing control, that's all you ever wished for in your biggest dream. Your bodies are finally one, moving in sync with each other. It was soft and rough and real, you were burning for one another, the sexual tension accumulated for years now becoming concrete.

His move accelerated, you didn't know how long he could last, but you wanted to make the most of it and you wanted him to take it easy so you made him pause a bit by bringing him for a sweet kiss, indicating to him that you wanted to change position. He agreed and pulled away, you've missed him already and couldn't wait to find him back. You were back on his lap and you were quiet getting used to the feeling, him under you, you liked it. His hand finds your throat again before you take his dick in your own hand to positionnated him back at your entrance. He guides you and you sit down on him,slowly, swallowing all at once before pulling up again and taking him back a little more aggressively. His reaction wasn't long to come, he grabbed your waist and gave you the pace for both of you to have the best sensation. You felt an orgasm coming to you again and were close and Daniel felt it. Otherwise he didn't change his pace, he did the opposite, he stayed steady, taking his time in every stroke, listening to the sound you were making, indicating to him how to make the most of your orgasm, go deeper if you needed to. He was being perfect and made you cum like you never did before, leaving you shaking and out of breath, tears forming in your eyes and creating a knot in your throat he was still holding, caressing it side with his thumb. The way you cried out his name surprised you and you weren't even sure if it was real. Daniel rides away your orgasm a bit before he waits for you to calm down. He was ready to pull out and finish himself off but you stopped him by holding his hand that was leaving your throat.

You : No ... I want to feel you cum inside me...

It was hard for you to say this because you were still breathless but even if you were inaudible, he quickly understood what you were implying and placed his hand back on your throat, tightening his grip a little harder than before. You know he was close and that his pace will be quicker because it was becoming painful for him and you encourage him, taking his other hands to put two of his fingers in your mouth. You on the other hand find its way down your thigh,ready to stimulate your clitoris. You were such a mess for him, completely wrecked. You could sit on him anymore or he won't be able to finish. He needed you to be under him again and carefully lay you down on your back, moving his legs so they wouldn't get in the way of his incoming explosion. He was responding to his conscience anymore, his muscles moving on their own to liberating from his burning pain. He was hitting you hard now and you followed his movement with your hand touching yourself. His all body tense itself and he finally set free his semence in you, almost crashing on top of you in a loud moan that felt more like a cry. He stops himself from putting all his weight on you with the last of the strength he has in him, releasing your throat to grab the floor and hold him.

You : Oh my Lord, that was ...

Dan : undescriptable ... I didn't think you had it in you.

You were full of sweat, both of you and you had your pussy dripping off him, but you were far from feeling gross, weirdly you felt pure. You never felt so free of your mind in this moment, like something finally clicked, every planet coming in line with each other and you knew he was feeling the same by the way he fondly looked at you.

Dan : I think I love you ...

If you had enough energy right now you would be crying, instead of that you would smile like an idiot.

You : Glad I could help you confirm it.

You laugh like you always do, you laugh like two best friends, like two lovers, like two soulmates.

You : Oh and you already know but I love you.

Dan : No wayyyy shit Sherlock.

He kissed you, but his tongue found your cheeks and licked you, making you giggle so hard and releasing a snore again which made him laugh exactly like he had under that hoodie. You will surely keep his hoodie as a souvenir. After a minute or maybe five he stands up and you watch him go and come back from the bathroom. He took care of you, cleaning you before taking the hoodie off. Then he grabbed the cover and the pillow from the bed and enveloped both of you in it and like two idiots in love who fell asleep like that.

Not for long as you wait an hour later to Daniel's phone ringing. He ignored it and looked at you.

Me : What did we just do Daniel ?

Dan : What did we do ? We cured each other of that drug addiction.

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astro-rain · 3 years

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delicate; b. barnes

chapter five - “fight or flight”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: bucky and (Y/N) have their first official therapy session.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: this story is available my wattpad as an OC @/ typicaldaze :))

She stood in front of her bed, ringing out her hands. Her gaze trailed off to nowhere specific, feet planted firmly on the floor of her room, body rigid and straight. She was nervous. This was no foreign feeling, but unpleasant all the same. Today was the first ever therapy session with Bucky.

She hadn't realized how strange it felt until she really thought about her position here. She never worked as an official therapist. She studied neuroscience and psychology, and the relationship between neurobiology and behavior. Don't get her wrong, she knew psychology, she knew trauma and how it interacted with the brain. In fact, sometimes her knowledge seemed like the only thing she could rely on, a consistent comfort and constant truth to keep her feet on the ground.

She shook the thought with a shake of her head, cracked her knuckles, and went for the door. She would have to get used to the Wakandan royal-guest living quarters. It looked like a five star hotel. No, a six star hotel; there is no such thing as a six star hotel, but Wakanda made it happen. That's what Y/N thought, anyway.

Briefly, she wondered what Bucky thought of it. Was he staying in the same area? He could be across the lake for all she knew. The castle was huge and had extensions everywhere. She wondered if he felt lonely here. She wondered if he felt scared, or relaxed, or if he didn't care at all. She thought this was all a little intimidating. She was wary of getting lost as she followed the directions Shuri gave her yesterday.

Her hands found themselves fidgeting again as she continued walking. Before, she was standing by, assisting Shuri and Bucky when needed. Now, she was going to be sitting in a room alone with Bucky. One on one. This would be more personal. (Y/N) was again intimidated. Not by Bucky, but by the nature of their relationship. She just wanted to do well. She just wanted to do right by him.

Alone in a room, tips of fingers tapped restlessly on the arm of a chair. Simultaneously, while walking down the hall, tips of fingers tapped nervously on the side of a thigh.

(Y/N) stood up as a Wakandan royal-aid escorted Bucky into the room. Immediately, she noticed his eyes scanning over the room, undoubtedly and probably unconsciously surveying for exits, possible threats, etc.

A brain that never rests, she thought.

The two of them thanked the aid and bid him farewell before standing in an awkward silence.

"It's nice to see you again, Bucky. I trust you're doing well," (Y/N) cut the tension.

The eloquent politeness was a weird taste on her tongue. She put up with it.

Bucky offered a smile. "Yes, thank you."

It took her a second to realize they were still both standing.

"Oh! Please sit. We can get started."

There were two couches across from each other. One a deep green, the other a pale blue. They were a nice contrast again the walls, which were clad in beautiful Wakandan designs of various shades of orange, yellow, and red. Except for one. On the far end of the room was a huge glass window, taking up the entire span of the wall. There were two end tables on each couch, and a small desk in the one corner with a warm golden lamp. The room was calm and welcoming.

"So, today isn't gonna be huge," (Y/N) started. "It is our first session, so we'll just talk, ya know, settle in."

Bucky nodded.

"So, how have you been? Adjusting well? Hating it? Absolutely no opinion?"

There was then a slight lightheartedness in her professionalism. It helped to put him at ease.

Bucky looked at his hands. "I'm doing alright. This place still needs a little gettin' used to, but that's expected."

"That's good to hear." She smiled slightly. "Wakanda is... a lot for an outsider. I don't think it matters if you're from another century or not."

Bucky chuckled.

"To be honest, I don't even know what therapy really is. They didn't have much of it in the forties."

"Well, it can be pretty hard sometimes, so here's a fair warning. Especially seeing the stuff you went through, just be prepared for difficulty."

As soon as she mentioned this, his demeanor changed.

"Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess difficulty is to be expected... with me."

That last part was so quiet she almost didn't hear it.

"Hey," (Y/N) said softly, "difficult is fine. It just means a little extra work.

Bucky looked up at her.

His eyes are very blue.

"A little extra work," he repeated, thoughtfully. "I think can do that."

"Do you get escorted everywhere like you did earlier?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Security measure, I guess," Bucky shrugged.

"I can understand that. You don't look scary though."

He then looked very confused.

"Th...thank you?"

"I'm just saying-I feel like it would probably be fine to let you walk here by yourself. It's only a problem when you hear the trigger words, right?"

"I think so, but I can't be sure. Neither can they. It's best to just keep everyone safe."

"Safe from..."

"Me."

"Well, you look perfectly gentle to me. I think it's the Winter Soldier they want to keep at bay."

That threw him for a loop. Gentle. Never in Bucky's life has he been described as gentle. At least... he didn't think so. He wasn't overly trusting of his memory.

"Kinda the same thing, don't ya think?"

"No."

Simple and head first into the point. Bucky once looked confused at her sureness.

"No?"

"No. You and the Winter Soldier are separate. It's not like you decided to go down that road. You weren't given a choice."

"Yeah, I guess."

She didn't seem the least bit convinced of his answer, but she decided to leave it alone.

(Y/N) uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, changing the subject and the mood.

"So, tell me about Steve!"

"Steve?"

"Yeah, I mean he rebelled against like a hundred countries to help you. I assumed you guys were close."

"Well," he started, leaning back in his seat, "he's my oldest friend, and my only friend now, I suppose. Stubborn ass, isn't he?"

"Maybe," (Y/N) smiled. "Sometimes stubborn is good, though. I can admire that. He isn't easily pushed around, that I can tell."

Bucky nearly snorted. "You should've seen him back when we were kids. Pushed around was part of his daily routine."

She almost giggled. "Oh, man. Poor Steve. He was lucky to have you, I take it?"

"We were lucky to have each other. But an argument can be made in Steve's favor 'cause he always made me look good. Not even because he was small or whatever, but because he was always puttin' me in situations where I'd act like a hero. Ya know, savin' his ass in the back of an alley or somethin'."

He seemed to get more comfortable as he talked about things that made him happy. Familiarity and goodness opened him up like a blooming flower. (Y/N) wasn't sure how to describe the sight, but the word that came to mind was golden.

"Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun."

"Yeah..." Bucky trailed off with a smile, thoughts tinted by memories of the past. Memories of an easier time.

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask. What did you think of all the exams we did with Shuri? How was it for you?"

"There's so much... stuff, and I have no idea what any of it is or does. I mean, it's been fine so far, but I can't help feeling constantly... confused. And unaware."

"Is that uncomfortable? Being unaware?"

"Well it's not a pleasure, that's for sure," Bucky said with a slight chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

He seemed nervous.

"Does this place make you nervous, Bucky?"

"Nervous? I don't know if I'd say nervous, but it is a lot to take in."

"That is true. Is that why you looked around the room for exits when you first came in? And why you're sitting facing the door instead of having your back to it?"

Bucky straightened his back.

"Didn't realize you caught that," he shrugged. "Just a habit."

And the flower began to wilt.

"Do you do that in rooms that you feel comfortable in?"

"I-uh... I'm not sure."

"That's alright. It's called hyper-vigilance. You're on high alert at all times. It's a common symptom in PTSD."

"In what?"

Bucky began to wipe his hands on his knees.

"PTSD stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, but we can get into all that in a later session."

"Do I... do I have that?"

"I think so," she answered calmly and surely, "but I'd wait 'til I got to know you before I formally made that diagnosis."

He glanced at the clock. A few dense moments of silence pass.

"Bucky?"

He cleared his throat. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

The blue in his eyes looked like ice. They were frozen. Most people think that in stressful situations the body activates the fight or flight response, but there aren't only two options. There's fight, flight, and there's freeze. Bucky was freezing.

The irony, (Y/N) thought.

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and stood up abruptly. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just-"

His head shot to the door and he wrung out his hands as his feet shifted in place. Mind undoubtedly going haywire trying to decide what to do.

"I think I need to go," Bucky said so fast he didn't realize he even said it.

He made a beeline for the door, restlessness all but pouring out of him.

"Buck-"

She couldn't get through the rest of his name before the door had open and shut, leaving her sitting alone on the couch.

Now she could check off freeze and flight...

PLS feel free to leave some feedback/constructive criticism, i’d really like to know what i can do to make this story better!

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forcebewitht · 3 years

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Hearts And Spades And Friendship With Games (Disneyland: Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade x MC!Reader)

The time had finally arrived. You had been waiting for this day for a long time. After a good bit of convincing on both Ace and Deuce's ends for the upcoming spring season, you had convinced the pair to travel with yourself and Grim over to a very magical place- Disneyland. You had been gushing about wishing to go ever since you had heard mentions of the place- after all, there was nothing like that back where you were from. So, here you were. You were now sitting upon a bus and happily chirping away to both Grim and Deuce. Grim was beside you in your seat while Deuce and Ace were directly across from you. Ace snorted after a while, shaking his head and glancing over at you. "I can't believe you're this choked up about a kid's park. Pffft- how childish! Haha!" Deuce sighed and shook his head, sending his fellow friend a glare. "And yet, you agreed to come with us. So, maybe it isn't as childish as you claim." The boys were already beginning to bicker back and forth. Grim shifted over to rest within your lap, gazing up at you happily. "Nyaaaahhaaaa! This is gonna be fun, y'know! Think of all the food! La la la~" You couldn't help but to release a giggle at the monster beneath you, now lightly petting him upon the head. "I am really excited about this, Grim! It seemed so...magical when everyone started talking about it! Hehe." Deuce soon looked over at you with a wide smile, his eyes lighting up and practically dazzling in the sunlight from the outside of the bus. "We're gonna get lots of pictures and souvenirs, okay? I'm going to find something extra special for my mom while we are there." Ace shook his head and snickered, glancing on over at his friend again. "Pleeaaassseeeee. I'll just be on the lookout for some princess material ladies. Hehe." After an eyebrow arch from you, Ace rose his hands in defense and laughed. "I'm kidddddiinngggg, [Y/n]. You're more close to queen material, anyways. Haha!"

Right as you were about to retort, the bus screeched to a stop. The doors slowly opened, multiple other park-goers now making their way out into the land. Your little ragtag group was the last to get off. You allowed your eyes to widen in wonder and curiosity at the sight of the grand park. Deuce seemed to smile as he gazed up at the grand castle, as though a memory was playing through his head. Grim leapt out and jumped onto your shoulder to get a better view, already singing out his joy. Ace was the last to get off. He seemed to be a bit more passive about it, but you would be lying if you said you didn't see a sparkle in his eyes as well. The four of you now began to walk over to the main entrance with the rest of the crowd. Multiple occurrences began to hit your senses all at once. Children laughing joyfully filled your ears, the sizzling sensations of nearby food trucks wafted out into the air and graced your nostrils with its presence, and the bright and cheerful colors of the park all melded together into one gregarious scene. A warm smile tugged at your lips at the sights. A costumed man suddenly stepped up behind the four of you. The four of you turn around to face him and begin to chat. The fellow waves his hand, sparkles raining down from his fingertips. Four little headbands of sorts appeared upon the head of yourself and that of your friends. A cute little headband with mouse ears and a red polka dot bow popped itself onto Ace's head. For Deuce, another little headband with mouse ears- except with a. starry, deep blue, mini wizard's hat. For Grim, a cute little headband with a sailor's cap had popped onto his head. And finally, for yourself, a pair of white gloved hands that stuck out on either side of your head like ears upon a black headband was conjured onto your head.

Ace began to whine about his headband having a bow on it, to which the staff member laughed. He explained that the headbands were complementary and strode off. You gently poked at one of the hands upon your own headband and giggled. Grim leapt around with his sailor's hat on for joy, already making a beeline for a food stand. Given prompting from yourself, Ace and Deuce soon followed you as you chased after Grim. The monster had grabbed a little ice cream bar in the shape of a mouse's head and was now eating it happily. The rest of you soon followed suit, already snapping a few pictures away and settling down onto a bench. Once the bars were done, the four of you arose and began to travel around to different stands. A roller coaster with water included by the name of Splash Mountain was soon selected, the four of you joyously laughing or groaning out after being soaked so much. After that, a frightening stroll through the Haunted Mansion was taken. The effect of the walk-in "ride" of sorts seemed to have greatly improved over the years- for Ace had leapt into Deuce's arms a couple of times in his own fright. You had to hold Deuce back from punching a few of the more particularly scary creatures in the face while Grim nearly lit the entire mansion on fire. More rides were traveled on, such as Big Thunder Mountain Railroad (Deuce screamed something about his magic bike during that one), some Pirates Of The Caribbean ride (Ace imitated a pirate the entire time and laughed about Jack's Halloween idea from before), Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage (Grim kept saying something about finding a live tuna and eating it), and many more. But nothing seemed to excite the pair of boys more than when your group finally made their way over to the Wonderland themed area. Ace and Deuce were both beside themselves in their joy. Ace madly tapped both you and Deuce on the shoulder, pointing at a nearby costumed park worker. "Look at that card suit guy! I wonder how they get those costumes so exact?!" Deuce followed his gaze, already pulling out his phone and turning to the both of you with a wide smile. "Let's go get a picture!" A giggle from yourself and a shake of your head is all that's given. You soon follow the pair over, Grim slowly making his way over behind you (he had to make sure people didn't step on him a lot). Ace soon grinned wildly and turned to you, eyeballing your form. "Ohhhhhh yeah. That'll be awesome." You couldn't help but to feel worried at the look on Ace's face. The Card Soldier slammed his staff down upon the ground, a dazzling ruby light now surrounding your form. Once the light cleared, you found yourself in an almost identical Card Soldier suit- but yours was red while the worker's was black. The worker gave a nod with another pair of slams of his staff in a farewell, now walking over to greet more park goers. Deuce pumped his fist into the air at the sight of you. "Aaaahhhh- you look so awesome, Prefect! This'll be perfect!" You couldn't help but to grin at the sight of yourself now in the suit, slamming your own makeshift staff upon the ground to accompany the look. Grim laughed and took Deuce's phone, now leaping up onto a high enough ledge to take a picture. He grinned brightly, making motions for all of you to make a pose. "Alright! Nyaha! Everybody say- hearts and spades!" All three of you copied what Grim had said and posed. Once a few pictures were snapped, you found the costume upon you began to slowly melt off of your form. A singular red rose was now upon your top with a miniature card with a heart upon it now clipped onto it in the costume’s place.

By now, the sun was beginning to set. Grim stayed down below and got a few more bites to eat while the three of you went onto a ferris wheel. The sun was now slowly beginning to set, painting the sky a vibrant array of warm colors. You sighed out in bliss, allowing your chin to cradle within your hand. Ace and Deuce both glanced at each other for a moment and then looked on over at you. Almost immediately, both of their expressions seemed to soften. Ace was the first one to speak up, confident and boisterous as ever. "Hey, Prefect- I have something I want to tell you." Deuce choked a bit on the air and blushed, now gazing at you as well within your seat. "S-so do I! Ahem." You couldn't help but to arch a brow again, peering on over at the two boys. Your gaze flickered between the two of them, their skin seeming to glow and sparkle in the cascading sunlight behind you. At the exact same time, the pair looked up at you and spoke, "I love you, [Y/n]." Ace's expression was rather warm yet still held a flicker of his normal mischief within them. Deuce's expression was all around warm and rather soft in comparison to his normal outbursts of anger from time to time. They both soon began to blush and allowed their eyes to widen at their realization of their exact same statements. Ace and Deuce met gazes for a moment. They glared playfully at each other for a moment and then brought their intense gazes back to you. Your eyes slightly watered as you sniffed and wiped a free tear away, your smile now extending from ear to ear. You brought them both into an embrace, grinning sweetly in the sunset. "...Don't worry. I love you too, boys." Both boys seemed to exhale in relief. Ace raised an eyebrow at Deuce to which Deuce nodded. They both leaned in at the same time, kissing you on the cheek. As you froze and a blush began to spread across your cheeks, they both took their own moments to sweetly kiss you upon your lips in kind. Ace's kiss was fierce- all around passionate and a bit salty to the taste. Deuce's, on the other hand, combated Ace's kiss on the opposing spectrum. A sensation of overwhelming sweetness and a gentle touch was the kiss Deuce gave to you, truly displaying how much the male had changed at heart. You brought both of the boy's into a hug, the pair now settling within your arms. As the sun began to fully disappear beyond the reaches of the park, there was one thing you had to admit. This day had been filled with sugar, a bit of spice...but was all around nice. And the magic was just beginning. 💫

((Hey hey, lovely Readers! I've got something a little different for y'all today! Thought I'd switch things up a bit and give you guys some extreme fluff with a cute little Disneyland writing! Props to @leviskokoro-main for the "idea". Enjoy~💖

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡. 4 (𝐵𝑎𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑦! 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, College AU.

Synopsis: Final part of the bad boy! Seonghwa series. Y/N finally tells Seonghwa her answer to his confession.

✿❯────「✿」───❮✿❯──「✿」────❮✿

"Seonghwa!"

Seonghwa pulled away and stomped his foot on the pavement, gritting his teeth.

"Fucking hell, can't even get a break." He complained, sighing in frustration.

Seonghwa helped Y/N get down from the railing. She fanned her face as she suddenly felt hot from the compromising position she and Seonghwa were in a few seconds ago. She watched as a shorter male with ash blonde hair ran over to them, somewhat out of breath.

"Hongjoong you better have a good excuse for interrupting me." Seonghwa glared daggers at the younger male, his arms crossing over his chest as his foot tapped impatiently on the pavement.

"Well would you count Mingi getting his head stuck in a lamp shade as good enough?" Said Hongjoong mimicked Seonghwa, crossing his arms over his chest while tilting his head to the side.

"What the?! How even?! Ugh! Where is he?" Seonghwa could already feel his head pulsating with a coming migraine.

"In Yunho's room, who's probably trying to calm him down at the moment." He gestured behind him at the house.

Seonghwa inhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose. He let out an exasperated breath.

"Fine. Let's see what I can do."

Without even thinking, his hand linked with Y/N's and he began pulling her back inside the house. Hongjoong was taken aback when he saw them holding hands. He looked back and forth between them.

"I thought he said they weren't a thing?" He thought to himself but ultimately decided to let it go, chuckling secretly to himself.

They went back inside the house through the back door so they wouldn't have to pass all the wild people dancing in the living room and hallway. In the kitchen, they were greeted by a very drunk and overly emotional Yeosang, who was currently crying on Jongho's shoulder, the latter helping him stay standing as he petted his hair.

"Yeosang?" Hongjoong looked at him.

"Ok, what happened to you now?" It seemed Seonghwa would have to fix yet another problem.

He began mumbling something incoherently due to his sniffling and talking while his face was pressed on Jongho's shoulder.

"I got him don't worry. Go help out the idiot upstairs." Jongho assured them as he tried to keep Yeosang from collapsing on the floor.

Seonghwa looked back at Y/N

"You don't mind waiting here a few minutes do you?"

She smiled and reassured him she'd be fine. He let go of her hand and that's when it dawned on them both that they had been holding hands the entire time. Seonghwa stuffed his hands into his jean's pockets and walked away with his head hung low. Hongjoong who was next to him leaned in to say something to him, which resulted in him getting elbowed by the taller male as they went upstairs to fix whatever commotion was happening.

"You know, for 2 individuals who keep denying they're in a relationship, you sure act like you're in one." Jongho told her, snapping her gaze away from the staircase.

"Huh?" She looked at him, not paying attention to what he said.

Jongho snickered. "Exactly that. Lovesick puppies that can't seem to function without each other."

Yeosang whined loudly when he heard him mention the word 'love.'

"What's wrong with him anyway?" Y/N was worried for him. She leaned in and wiped some of Yeosang's tears away.

"Long story short: flip a coin, San goes home with Wooyoung for the night." Jongho explained as he rolled his eyes at the stupidity of it.

"Oh no, I'm sorry Yeosang." She brushed some of his bangs away from his face.

"Don't be, this always happens. If it had landed tails, then it'd be San crying here."

Yeosang grunted at the sound of his name and harshly dug his nails into Jongho's arm.

"Whoah ok Hyung, calm down. I get you're upset now but I'm already doing you a favor by keeping your drunk emotional ass company. No need for the agression."

Yeosang lifted his head up and groaned.

"Do me another favor and take me to nearest bathroom."

Seeing Yeosang's pale face, Jongho cringed as he lifted him up as if he weighed nothing.

"Seriously, shouldn't I be the reckless drunk getting taken care of you older guys? Why is it the other way around?"

Jongho excused himself and carried Yeosang to the bathroom as swiftly as he could before the poor boy threw up on himself or worse.

Y/N leaned back on the kitchen island. Her foot began drawing circles on the floor as she waited for Seonghwa to come back. She took the time to think about what Jongho said:

Do we act like a couple?

"No! Absolutely not! Besides, I don't even like him that way...." She thought to herself then immediately began questioning the veracity of that statement.

"Do I?"

She couldn't deny that Seonghwa was extremely attractive, especially with his leather jacket and tight jeans that hugged his thighs in the most dangerous and tempting manner. But besides his obvious beauty, he was also a very kind and genuine person. From the beginning, he stated his intentions and he was very open about what he did and didn't do. He was an open book and didn't try to conceal anything. He was also a complete gentleman towards her and was literally waiting for her to say yes.....

So what's keeping me from accepting him?

She was startled when she felt someone slide next to her, making her forget about what she was thinking.

"Hello there." An extremely attractive male with long pink hair smiled at her.

"Hi." She replied awkwardly, scooting a bit away from him.

"I'm Hyunjin. May I know your name?" He asked, his head tilting down to check her out.

"Y/N." She responded.

"Pretty name on such a pretty face." He grinned, coming closer to her.

Y/N retreated away when she felt him come closer, closer than she felt comfortable with.

"Don't be scared beautiful. I only want to talk." Hyunjin chuckled.

Y/N hardly believed that.

"Oh really? Just talk?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

Hyunjin hummed softly.

"Well unless you're up for something else. Then I'd be happy to oblige."

His hand moved to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"So what do you say? Wanna ditch this place and come home with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"No-no thank you." She brushed his hand away which resulted in him gripping her wrist and pulling her against him.

"I promise you won't regret it." He smirked at her.

In a flash, Y/N watched as Hyunjin was yanked off her by none other than Seonghwa.

"She told you no Hwang Hyunjin. Can't you take a hint?"

Hyunjin scoffed as he straightened his jean jacket.

"Stay out of this Park Seonghwa. This doesn't concern you."

Their voices were raised to the point that a lot of people there were now looking over or whispering, wondering what all the commotion was about. Seonghwa chuckled sarcastically.

"Oh but you see, it does concern me cause..."

Taking 2 steps, he swiftly took Y/N's arm, pulling her close to him and wrapping an arm protectively around her.

"She's my girl." He declared.

Audible gasps were heard when he said that, a few females letting out either romantic "awwws" while others were fuming at this new information.

"Fucking knew it!" Yeosang declared, pointing a finger upwards as Jongho tried to stabilize him once again and shushing him.

Hyunjin looked surprised but then he laughed mockingly at him.

"Your girl? Do you actually mean a girl, or is she just another slut of yours that you're going to fuck and call it a night?"

Seonghwa grabbed Hyunjin by the collar and slammed him against the wall harshly, rage coursing through his veins.

"Say that again about her! I dare you to!" Seonghwa warned.

Hongjoong immediately stepped in and grabbed Seonghwa's shoulder.

"Seonghwa....this isn't the place-"

But he couldn't get his statement out because Hyunjin shoved Seonghwa off him, getting ready to fight.

"I'm not scared of you Seonghwa. So try me." Hyunjin threatened.

Y/N looked over and saw many people taking out their cameras, ready to film what was going to happen. Then she took in Hongjoong's and Jongho's worried looks. Realizing she did not want to see him get hurt, she stepped in between them, making Seonghwa look at her in confusion.

"Y/N move. I don't want you to-"

He stopped talking when she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly so he wouldn't move.

"Please don't do this. Please just don't..." She begged him.

Seonghwa opened his mouth to speak but ultimately didn't. His hands that were balled up into fists loosened themselves and moved to caress her lower back. He took a deep breath and began to calm down.

"Ok."

That was all he said as he unwrapped her arms from him, smiling down at her to make her stop worrying. He looked to Hyunjin one last time before threatening him:

"Don't ever let me hear you disrespecting her again or I'll bust your face open."

Seonghwa linked his hand with Y/N's and began pulling her away from there. Exiting the house, he guided her over to where he parked his car. Y/N fake pouted.

"No motorcycle tonight?" She asked in a whiny tone.

Seonghwa snorted. "If I remember correctly, you called it a 'death trap'".

"It is! But you know......makes you look even more attractive." She teased him.

Seonghwa pushed her up against the side of the car, his hands trapping her in between his body making her get flustered and look at him with widened eyes.

"Don't tease me or I won't be able to hold myself back. " He cautioned her.

He then moved her slightly away so he could open the door for her. He waited for her to get in before pacing over to the driver's side. Turning on the car, he swiftly pulled out of the driveway and started heading back to her house. They sat there quietly, unable to say anything. Seonghwa noticed how Y/N kept glancing over at him every once in a while.

"What's on your mind doll face?" He finally spoke up.

"Oh um....well that thing you said back there....at the party...." She mumbled out.

"I said a lot of things Y/N, you're going to have to be more specific." He looked at her momentarily before paying attention to the road again.

"The part where you said I was....your girl?" She said the last part very quietly.

When Seonghwa didn't respond for a while, she slumped her shoulders back, internally cursing herself for even bringing it up. She decided to just look out the window for the remainder of the ride. She didn't get it. Why was Seonghwa not answering her question? Did he not mean it? Was he going back on his word? Her mind began to swirl with all kinds of questions that she didn't notice that Seonghwa had already pulled in front of her apartment complex until he was clearing his throat.

"Hmm? Oh! Sorry. Thanks for the ride. I'll see you around."

She grabbed her purse and wanted to speed out of the car as fast as she could, but Seonghwa clutched her hand before she could move.

"Y/N wait!" He blurted out.

Taking off his seat belt, he turned to look at her.

"I didn't respond before because I wanted to talk about it calmly and with no distractions."

Y/N calmed down when he explained why he didn't immediately respond to her minutes before. Seonghwa looked down and took a deep breath before confessing:

"Y/N you know how I feel about you. From the beginning, I told you I liked you. I was attracted to you at first, but spending these two days with you, getting to know you even more..... I'm falling for you harder than I ever imagined I would..."

Gathering his courage, he looked up at her surprised face.

"I won't get my hopes up.... but it would honestly make me happy if you accepted to be my girl....make it official between us..... and actually start dating..."

He cringed at himself and the way he asked her. He for sure thought she would reject him.

"Seonghwa?"

Y/N's voice made him snap his head up.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind getting out of the car?" She asked.

Her request puzzled him, but he did so nonetheless. He ran over to her side before she could even open the door, as he did it for her.

"Ok, why did you-"

He was cut off when Y/N grabbed the sides of his leather jacket and pulled his face down to hers, making him get his words caught in his throat. Y/N smirked at him.

"I thought you said you wouldn't hold yourself back if I teased you again?" She chuckled at his shocked expression.

Getting the hint, Seonghwa pulled her hands off him and held them in place.

"I'm not."

He closed the gap between them and cupped her cheeks as he kissed her tenderly, all of the feelings he had kept inside finally coming out in his kiss. Y/N pulled her hands out of his grasp and they went to the back of his head, running themselves through his hair as she kissed him back just as intensely.

Seonghwa pulled back briefly to ask.

"So....is that a yes or...?"

Y/N giggled and nodded yes before pulling him back in, this time kissing him even more passionately. Her hands moved to his arms that were clad with his leather jacket, yet she could still feel the muscles underneath the material. The thought of them exposed made her unconsciously bite down on Seonghwa's lower lip.

Moaning softly, Seonghwa pulled her off him once again.

"Ok ok, easy there kitten. If there's going to be tongue and second base involved, let me take you out on a date first." He joked, poking her nose.

"I thought you already did." She reminded him.

Seonghwa smiled. "Well then...how about a second date?"

Y/N hummed and thought about it. "Deal."

Seonghwa beamed with joy.

"Great then. I can't wait."

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Y/N could feel the stares from some of her classmates, but she didn't care. Let them think and talk about whatever they wanted. She couldn't care to pay attention to them, let alone pay attention to what any of her professors were saying. All day long, she kept thinking about Seonghwa and about their date later tonight. It was the only thing keeping her from going insane during these boring Monday sessions.

As soon as the bell rang, she stuffed her books in her bag and strutted out the door. Her plan was to get home as soon as possible so she could shower and change as quickly as possible for their date. But those plans were crushed when she was met by a familiar head of black hair sitting by the benches outside. Catching sight of her, he got himself up and walked over to her, looking her up and down.

"Hello doll." Seonghwa winked at her.

"I thought you said you didn't have any classes today?" Y/N remarked.

"I didn't." Seonghwa affirmed.

"Then why are you here?" She questioned him.

Leaning in, he responded.

"Got impatient and couldn't wait to see my little kitten."

Not caring that others would see, he cupped her chin and softly kissed her. When he pulled back, he muttered a soft 'cute' at her pink cheeks. Taking off his leather jacket, he wrapped it around her.

"It's kinda chilly. Put it on."

Seonghwa held her books as she put on his clothing, chuckling when he saw it was definitely big on her. Linking their hands, he took her out into the parking lot.

"Oh my God! You seriously brought that?!" Y/N complained when she caught sight of his motorcycle.

"Get used to her babygirl, you're going to see a lot of her too." Seonghwa handed her a helmet.

Y/N huffed as she put on her helmet. "I swear to god, you like this thing more than me."

"Nope trust me, I like you a lot more. A lot." He insisted as followed suit and put on his helmet.

Seonghwa waited until Y/N firmly adjusted herself behind him, his heart jumping when she wrapped her arms around him once again.

"Tell me when it's over." Y/N shut her eyes, gripping him even tighter.

"Calm down doll, I won't let anything happen to you. After all.....

You're my girl."

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Sutures - Chapter Ten: Amiodarone

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): family member hospitalization, therapy, angst if you squint

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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The first thing you felt--before you opened your eyes--was Yoongi's white T-shirt against your cheek and the warmth of his skin beneath it. His arm was around you and his hand rested on the peak of your hip. You opened your eyes and looked up to see his hair splayed across his forehead and his lips pouted.

You smiled as you slowly removed yourself from Yoongi's arms. He stirred as you stood up and were away from his grasp, but he softly moved as he rolled onto his side and his arms reached for where you had once been. You could get used to waking up next to Yoongi every morning. Something about the way he missed you--even when he wasn't awake--made your heart swell.

You quickly pushed those thoughts away as you took two mugs from the table and flipped them right side up. While you were used to cheap hotels with packages of instant coffee and--if you were lucky--an electric tea kettle, this hotel, however, had a full coffee maker and a few coffee brands to choose from. You chose a brand you recognized and placed it in the coffee maker.

It wasn't long before the entire room smelled of coffee. As you were pouring the second cup of coffee, you felt a soft touch on your waist and turned to catch Yoongi's soft smile and messy hair as he reached for one of the mugs.

"Thanks," he said, his voice raspy and deep.

You nodded and took a sip of your coffee and sat down at the table, Yoongi soon following and sitting across from you.

"You like it black?"

"Yeah," you said. "My dad would always drink it black and when I was old enough that's how he made it for me. It just kind of stuck."

"Do you miss them?"

"Of course," you said. "It's hard when they're so far away, but I don't regret staying here. I can make a living here, more so than I could in the US."

"When did you see them last?"

"Around a year ago. Minki came with me and it was the first time he'd been to the US and the first time he met my family. They didn't like him that much. I guess I should've listened to them." You chuckled sardonically and took a large sip of coffee, creating a silence--while not uncomfortable--had a small bit of tension laced in. "What about you? You don't get to see your family much either, right? Being an idol and all?"

The question caused him to sit up straight and meet your eyes before quickly looking back down at the wooden table. "Uh, yeah, we usually see our families a couple of times a year. Usually towards the end of the year and then sporadically throughout. Some see their families more often cause they live near Seoul, but getting to Daegu is hard. We didn't always get along when I first moved, so it was hard for a while."

"Oh," you said. While all families fight and disagree, you couldn't imagine not talking to your family or not having their support. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said. "We've moved past it. It was a long time ago. We talk more often now and they really want to meet you."

You laughed, not sure if it was from the nerves of thinking about meeting his family or simply because the idea itself was laughable because you weren't in a relationship. "Why? I mean, they know what we're trying to do, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "They're convinced it won't work though. We're soulmates. We'll always come back to each other."

"It's worked before. Pairs of soulmates able to distance themselves and move on. I think we can do it."

"Yeah," he said, his words punctuated by sips of coffee. "Yeah, we can." There were a few moments of silence before he set his mug down and his eyes met yours. "So, I promised you a proper date, but after everything that happened yesterday, do you want to risk going out into the city?"

"Not really," you said. "I don't even want to leave the room. I want to see the city, but it makes me nervous just thinking about going back out there."

Yoongi reached across the table, his fingers brushing over the back of your hand. "I'll bring you back someday when we can properly wander the city."

Your stomach flipped. You knew it was probably just an empty promise and supposed to be comforting, but considering you had just talked about distancing yourselves from one another, it seemed unwise to promise, even something empty and trivial.

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Two hours later and the two of you were laid on the bed, close, but not touching. Empty plates littered the bedside tables and each of you held a wine glass in your hand. You smiled as you sipped the deep red alcohol and felt as a buzz came over your senses. It wasn't unpleasant, just like a small vibration in your head. The same one that had convinced you to sleep with Yoongi the first time you met him.

"You're sure this isn't too much?" you asked, glancing down at the nearly three hundred dollar room service bill.

Yoongi laughed. "You really don't have to worry about it."

"It makes me feel bad," you said. "Will you let me pay for something later?"

"If it makes you feel better." His fingers glided over the skin of your left hand that rested on the bed, dangerously close to his thigh.

The couple in the movie you were watching kissed and you felt a stirring low in your stomach. It had been so long since you'd felt Yoongi's lips on yours. You knew he was feeling the same way, as he squirmed slightly beside you.

"You feel it, too?"

"Yeah," he said. "We need to try and resist it."

"Didn't the therapist say to try and get through it with mainly friendly things?"

"I think so."

His arm came around you and his skin felt like ice on a sunburn. You nearly let out a moan. You wanted to feel his lips on your neck and his hands on your thighs. The bruising way he grabbed your skin without leaving any bruises. How his hair looked pushed back and the way his lips swelled after even the softest of kisses.

"Yoongi, can--can I kiss you?"

"I don't think that's exactly friendly."

"Just one," you said. "It'll be less than we did last time this happened."

"All right," he said. "But, we can't let it go too far."

You nodded and shifted so that you faced him, the front of your body pressed into his side. His hand came to rest on the small of you back and his lips came to meet yours before you'd fully closed your eyes.

They were soft, like always. You could taste the red wine on his lips and the hesitation as he pushed the tip of his tongue into your mouth. His hand bunched the fabric of your T-shirt and your hands laced in his hair. You never wanted to let go.

Yoongi pulled away first, although his eyes were pained as he did so. He reached up and smoothed your hair back.

"Damn," he said. "If only I'd met you before Jihee."

"Yoongi, you can't mean that."

"Maybe if it was a different time, or if I wasn't an idol, I don't know, but I like to think there's a universe where we work out."

Your lips formed words you hadn't thought of yet when your phone vibrated on the bed beside you. You reached for it and saw it was your mom. It was nearing 9 p.m. in Los Angeles and your mom normally called you just after dinner.

"I--uh--have to take this."

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You walked into the bathroom and answered the phone as you shut the door.

"Mom? Hey, what's going on?"

"Sumi!" Your mom's voice sounded panicked. "Are you still in Japan?"

"Yeah, we're flying back to Korea tomorrow?" You paused. "Is everything okay? You don't usually call me at this time."

"Well, I don't want to worry you. I want you to enjoy the rest of your time in Japan, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Grandma fell and is in the hospital. She broke her wrist and the doctors say her blood sugar was too low. They don't know what caused it yet, but they're going to monitor her for a few days."

You nodded and already felt the tears forming in your eyes. Your grandmother was nearing ninety and you knew your time with her was limited, but she'd been the one to encourage you to stay in Korea and do what you wanted. She always knew and wanted what was best for you and you loved her more than anyone for it.

"Okay," you said, your voice cracking. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Call when you get back tomorrow. If she's feeling better, I'm sure she'd love to talk to you."

"Of course. I'll call as soon as I'm back." You reached up and wiped the few tears that had managed to squeeze out. "Just keep me updated."

You heard a soft knock on the door as you hung up the door. You opened it and met with a soft-eyed Yoongi, his arms almost immediately coming to rest on your hips.

"Everything okay?"

"Uh. yeah," you said. "My grandma's in the hospital. It's not too concerning at the moment, I just, uh, get a bit emotional when it comes to her."

He nodded and led you back to the bed. He didn't say anything else, just electing to keep one of his arms around your shoulders and turn the volume on the movie up. He handed you an unopened bag of cookies as if he knew it was exactly what you needed.

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A few days later

"So, how are things going?" the therapist asked, her notebook resting on her lap and her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose.

"Uh, well, we get along better now. I-I think we understand each other better now. But, we've run into something a little more worrisome."

"What's that?"

"Well, we had a fight a while ago. I'm fairly close with his other members and one of them was trying to comfort me and when he touched me, I burned him."

"Yeah, I also have a weird emotional attachment to her. Like, my emotions are tied to hers. If she's sad, then I feel overwhelmingly sad until she's happy again."

You turned to Yoongi with your lips pursed in curiosity. "What?"

"Oh, I thought you'd caught onto to that."

You had noticed that Yoongi had seemed to understand you better recently. He was always there whenever your mood flatlined, you soon found Yoongi coming with a snack or a cup of tea. Sometimes he stuck around and sometimes he didn't, but he never failed to jumpstart your mood.

"Is this happening constantly or only after a conflict?"

"I'm always tuned into her emotions. However, negative emotions always come through the strongest, whether caused by me or not."

You felt him looking at you and it caused your cheeks to heat. "Oh, the burning happened twice. Once as we mentioned and the second time I burnt through another's T-shirt, but I didn't actually burn him."

The therapist nodded and chewed on the end of her pen. "There aren't many precedents for these sorts of things, as you know, soulmates are rare. It's even rarer for a pair to decide they don't want to be together. The physical symptoms we've seen before were not that different from the ones you're exhibiting." She jotted down a few notes and flipped back to a previous page. "Now that you're exhibiting these symptoms though, it means that you've grown to the stage where we can begin to back off the connection.

"The only things you two need to do is to try and minimize the conflict between the two of you, continue resisting urges to the best of your ability, and we will be prescribing some medication. Since such a high profile soulmates case has come up, the interest in research recently has increased and so your medical treatment may change. So, you'll need to go in for a checkup in after about a week on the new medication."

"I have a quick question," Yoongi said. "My, uh, parents really want to meet Sumi. They know we're trying to break this and everything, but we have some time off and I was wondering if that would hurt things if she came with me to Daegu?"

The therapist shrugged. "I don't see why it would. It's perfectly fine for the two of you to act as friends and you have to stay together until the bond is completely severed. However, if something feels off during the visit, leave."

You looked at Yoongi. He'd left you speechless for the second time during the appointment. He never brought up meeting his parents, only that they wanted to meet you. Your palms went clammy and you began to pick at the skin around your fingernails. You wished you'd brought your needles.

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"You never mentioned actually meeting your parents," you said, carrying your prescription and ducking into the car before anyone could catch sight of you and Yoongi.

"I didn't really think it was happening, but, I don't know. If we only have one soulmate, I want them to meet mine."

"Okay," you said. "I-uh-I just don't have much time to prepare."

"What? Why would you need to prepare?"

"So they'll like me."

"You don't need to worry about that, Sumi. They'll love you."

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Mom (3:45 am): Sumi!

You (3:47 am): Yes? Is everything all right?

Mom (3:49 am): Hey, isn't it early there? Shouldn't you be asleep?

You (3:50 am): It's all right. How's Grandma?

Mom (3:52 am): Oh, she's fine. She's getting discharged now. She's actually in fairly good spirits. You'll never guess what arrived this morning.

Sumi (3:53 am): What?

Mom (3:55 am):

Mom (3:55 am): From Min Yoongi. It made her so happy. Give him our thanks.

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honestlyfrance · 3 years

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find me in san francisco

ship: sam/bucky

warning: violence, cursing, apocalypse

summary:

Bucky looked over to Sam for a moment before speaking, "Las Vegas may have currency but it doesn't have you."

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes stumble upon each other once more at the aftermath of war.

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Run. That’s what you do best anyway, isn’t it?

The view of a beachside stretches, the sand a murky grey with glasses and scraps of metal lining the boardwalk as if washed up against the rough and harsh soil, leaning against the ugly and crumbling brick wall where the actual boardwalk started up above at a level, and at a low tide the pitch-black ocean water lapped against the side at an increasingly frightening pace, as if it was always unsteady, always unnatural. Here on this sand, he ran, clad in a black ensemble, a matching WWII remnant design gas mask on his face, tubes attached to an oxygen tank he had in a backpack. He almost left no boot prints on the shore due to the dense debris that littered there. It was frightening what the last decade had given the earth — so terrible.

The man was running as fast as he could, biting down his tongue as he breathed at an interval of every three minutes – he had managed to breathe every five or six minutes when he was idle, and he has yet to learn to save his breath as he runs. He reaches the staircase that led to the boardwalk, hopping up the marble steps that cracked at every step he made, turning and twisting until he made his way out of the abandoned boardwalk, and was it just him when the stores and barest frames of buildings moaned in agony as the only life that passed through its once lively soul had left as soon as it arrived, or was it just the hunger that nipped at his guts?

He ended up by the road, and it was abandoned by cars and people, buildings just as decayed and bare as the ones in the boardwalk. He looked around for a moment, frantically—he has perfected the art of saving his breath, he’s been breathing for an interval of four minutes now, based on his watch. He took a right and ran as fast as his legs could go, which was a fast jog that could carry him for three hours at most without wasting his breath.

As the road ended up uphill, with him leaning forward against the heavy pull of gravity from below, there was a view of a clinic before the T-intersection. Our man didn’t falter in step and breath as he reached the clinic, breaking the glass door in one swing with his right elbow. The glass door cracked and shattered in a million diamonds, bouncing on the floor and sticking to his sleeves. He patted them off and entered through the door, invading the empty veterinarian’s clinic.

He went into a room, where the surgeries occur and found some more oxygen gas tanks. Out of all twenty of them only six had not been wasted. He took them all. His tank was still full, but he took them. No more for the strays who would try to salvage for oxygen, the only thing left for them is the decaying flesh and bones of animals in cages in the next room. He took them, placed them in his retractable wagon, and pulled north.

He hears the faintest sound, but he hasn't faltered. He walked slowly now, his breathing smooth as water as his ears tried to pick up the source of the sound. It rolled on the ground. Heavy. Faraway. It didn't change pace.

Our man, who used to go by Sam Wilson, had continued on his way, squaring his shoulders as his jaw clenched beneath the mask, and for once, he had let his guard down. He trusted his heart over his gut — he let his eyes wander towards the ground because it felt right to do so. God, when was the last time Sam had relaxed? Swinging his arms as he hummed a tune— When was the last time he could touch the sky and feel free?

It was a car. Some Mercedes. A dark shade of green. It had a pop of silver on the hood, what used to be a logo now scratched off, but there was definitely a wing in there.

The passenger window rolled down when the car had matched Sam's pace. Sam didn't want to look, didn't want to disappoint himself and get shot again. He didn't want to let his hopes wander towards the heavens just so it can fall so fast like what happened to Lucifer. He didn't want to die, to have that sliver of mercy turn into a knife.

The man in the car was covered top to bottom in a black ensemble, what they used to call the Winter Soldier armor due to the uniqueness and durability. Sam didn't want his hopes to get too high, so he assumed that the stranger wanted to steal his wagon of oxygen tanks. The atmosphere is thinning so fast, it's incomprehensible; everybody would do anything to live.

Sam whiplashed, pulled out his knife from his thigh holster, twirling it in his fingers before pulling his elbow back — it all happened too fast, next thing Sam knew, the stranger had leaned back into the driver's seat as soon as the knife had lodged itself into the driver seat window, barely an inch away from the man.

The man laughed for a moment as if it was the most adorable thing he had witnessed. His breath hitched and his arms were crossed over his chest as if he actually believed that was where Sam was aiming for.

"Nice car." Sam spoke, his words deeply muffled by his mask, it almost sounded like another language, "I'm taking it."

The man had no time to react because, by the time he had regained his stature, Sam had reached in and unlocked the passenger door, swinging it open. Holding onto the side and door of the car, Sam lifted himself and swung both his feet towards the man's chest, successfully knocking the air out of him.

As the man had choked, Sam swung himself inside and closed the door shut, leaving his wagon outside. He sat on the passenger's seat, looking over at the wheezing man. Grabbing the man's right arm and locking it under his arm, Sam elbowed the man to the chest, throat, and nose, feeling the satisfying ringing pain shooting through his skin. Sam had worn elbow pads, decorated it with silver spikes even — poor man.

Sam had twisted the man's right arm — the man grunted like a trapped animal — and forced him to duck, and with a spare hand, he grabbed the man by the collar, slamming his face into the wheel, earning several short honks, not loud and long enough for anyone in the radius to hear.

The man heaved as Sam pulled him back, even caressing the back of the man's neck, letting the stranger have a few breaths of air for a moment. What a saint Sam was. Sam abruptly squeezed the man's neck, earning a satisfying whine. As Sam was reaching over for the knife lodged in the window, the man had uppercut him in the stomach, earning an alarming wheeze from our man. With a final tug from Sam and a punch by the man, they found themselves overcome with adrenaline.

Sam pulled the knife out of the window with a grunt, pushing the knife through the man's thigh with a terrifying shringggg, eliciting a muffled scream from him.

Sam pushed the man away from him and slid against the passenger door, heaving heavily, already afraid of how much oxygen he lost in the fight. His head felt light, and there's a ringing pain in his abdomen, one that urged him to caress it with a gentleness which his gloves contrasted.

The driver's seat door suddenly swung open and an arm had stuck in and dragged the stranger out of the car, rolling on the ground with a gurgled grunt. The stranger tried standing up despite his injured leg but the man had pulled the knife out of his shin, eliciting a garbled line of a shriek as he collapsed on the asphalt road.

Sam rolled his eyes as he opened up his own door, pulling in the oxygen tanks one by one as the new man continued to clean up the scene, wiping the knife and pocketed it in his holster. Sam had retracted back his wagon and pocketed it as he closed the door, the new man taking the last man's seat in the car, his eyes blanketed by his dark goggles.

The new driver shifted gear and removed the handbrake, stepping on the gas quite slowly to avoid the roar of the engine or the screeching of tires. This man spoke, his words muffled deeply, signing as he said, "Run over?"

Sam waved a hand, shaking his head, and there's a glint in his eyes as he glanced over to the man wearing a black ensemble just like his, but there's a filter mask instead, more sleek and functional, something the Winter Soldier armor couldn't have, the actual original one that belonged to Bucky Barnes.

Bucky's eyes had joy in them as he looked over to Sam. The car moved for a few feet away from the grunting stranger, then Bucky shifted the gear to reverse, looking over at the rearview mirror until he deeply injured the man's legs. Bucky took his time in shifting back to drive, the car jumping a bit as they continued on with stealing the car.

"I didn't think you'd come," Sam signed with one hand, leaning his head against the closed window, his chest rising and falling heavily. "You were on the way to Las Vegas."

Bucky looked over to Sam for a moment before speaking, "Las Vegas may have currency but it doesn't have you."

Sam had to take a moment before figuring out what the man was saying, and when he did, he smiled under his mask, closing his eyes as it reached them. Groaning, Sam shook his head at that, Bucky laughing at the side as he maneuvered the car through the throes of wrecked cars and metal of the San Francisco streets.

The wreckage of the road, of course, only stretched the more the car rolled down the disaster of a scene. The afternoon sky was dull and settling as the winds whistled a low tune, but even then it was merely a delusion, merely a fictitious ensemble, something more of a mirage, a ploy to the senses. Decorating the asphalt road were small fires that were either already burning or had suddenly combusted out of nowhere, and other than this, the afternoon harsh sun rays were bouncing off of the reflective surfaces of dismantled cars, almost disfiguring the two men’s sight from the windshield.

It's almost like an ode to the old world, a painting dedicated to the world before downfall played into fate, something of a music piece played for the masses disguised as the Trojan horse. Our two men had sat in silence as this scenery passed by them, but all they felt was tension and war in their veins, their gazes as strong as liquor and they despised that — despised how much they could've gotten if nothing ever happened in the first place.

Bucky reached over to Sam quiet hesitantly, grabbing his attention with a slight tap. Sam's eyes glanced at Bucky's hand, watching the way Bucky signed, slowly, as if wanting Sam to take it all in, I'm sorry.

Sam spoke, but his words were chopped and deeply muffled, barely comprehensible, but Bucky knew what he was trying to say with the way Sam's eyebrows hardened, the quick tick of his jaw, and the softness in his ocher eyes. Sam's nervous, forgiving, I was okay without you.

Bucky's eyebrows relaxed, and he wanted so badly to remove his goggles but he knew he shouldn't, so he nodded, cleared his throat, and said: "You were always okay without me."

Sam nodded. They both knew. Sam was always fine on his own, but he felt that need for a companion and he adored Bucky's like Apollo's Icarus — like a scar down one's spine, one made out of love, ambition, and yearning.

"I wanted to be human. I wanted someone," Sam spoke, only signing it when he had gathered himself. He had set his head against the window, his breath shuddering as he added one last bit, "I wanted it to be you."

There's heat rising in Bucky's chest and all he could think of was how much Sam was attracted to it, but he's afraid he'd burn the angel because people like Bucky only ever did was hurt the most beautiful things in the world, but damnit, Sam wasn't beautiful.

People like Sam were ugly to the bone because they don't truly believe in peace and beauty. They've fought tooth and nail to accept fate with stardust in their eyes and that journey alone was frightening, murderous intent for all.

It's scary to think someone like Sam wasn't able to love because he was just so full of it.

"I want to love you," Bucky speaks, and they were soon going down a steep road. He moves methodically to drive them quietly. "I want to be with you too."

Sam signs, furiously, his eyebrows knitted together as his eyes had a sadness in them Bucky couldn't pinpoint. "Then why did you leave?"

Bucky's hand flew to the clasps of his goggles, but then he stopped, realized what he was doing, and slowly set his hand back down on the steering wheel. Sam was watching the man with wide eyes, silent and nervous as if they were going to suddenly combust at any moment, and maybe they were with the way flames lick their skin as if hungry peasants — maybe they were those hungry peasants.

"To survive. Didn't realize that's an empty wish if I didn't find companionship — you, when I was already so far away." Bucky replied, and his voice was clear, a little murky, but Sam heard it all, even the man's heartbeat laced around the words. "I didn't want to live greedily, I wanted to live loved and to love."

Sam turned back to face the road, his arms crossed over his chest as his eyes caught sight of the hood of the car. There were a million thoughts that ran through his head at the speed of light, but he wasn't baffled when these thoughts turned to plans, survival plans, plans with Bucky Barnes. His lip squirmed under the mask and it hurts to even smirk, but Sam's heart is so full of emotions he never thought he could feel again and it's euphoric.

Sunlight dances on grass and Sam could feel himself breathe freely again as if he was alive before the war. He could feel Bucky's flesh hand in his and there are the softness and toughness of skin he craved after the war. There were too many feelings in Sam's chest that made him weep, but he stayed stoic, stared out the windshield, his jaw hurting as he tried his best to stop his smile.

They were on flat ground and Sam made a sound Bucky thinks was laughter. Bucky's chest fluttered just like the first time he heard that laugh — before the war.

Sam's gloved fingers find their way grazing Bucky's jaw, only a fleeting feeling none of them could feel, but there's warmth in their chests as Sam cupped another hand around the man's cheek, their hearts singing in octaves as Apollo fell instead of Icarus; all backward love, they'll make it worth it.

Sam leaned into Bucky's face and their masks made a clicking sound when they met. This was the closest they could get to kissing, but it's not truly a love story if lips had to prove it. Don't you hear the world still just for them?

Sam stared at the goggles, thinking he could see Bucky's eyes flutter close, fighting to keep them open. Sighing, Sam closed his eyes to take at the moment, the new normal they can have.

Letting go, Sam leaned back into his seat, saying, signing, "We just stole S.H.I.E.L.D. property."

There's a trace of a grin on Bucky's words when he said, "What bastards. You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Sam turned to Bucky, and they share a sound similar to a laugh.

"As always."

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On The Run | 01

ship: Five Hargreeves x Female!Reader

summary: The Hargreeves have to leave the Academy behind and run away to Dallas, Texas. The Reader is a lot more anxious than Five and thats understandable, but they need to focus.

series: read part 2 here

author: jane jack aka your girl jjfics

words: 1950

warnings: mentions of blood, death and murder, (feelings of uncertainty and anxiety, flashbacks) and lots of angssst (why do i love writing angst thoughh??)

a/n: there will definitely be a part 2 so keep those notifications in checkk

It felt as if you could read everyone else’s thoughts through the silence. The car kept moving at a fast speed as you passed cities and villages. From time to time you would worry Five was going to lose control of the car, but he never even flinched.

He just looked at the road before you; stress and worry were clear in his eyes. There was so much he needed to figure out. Who were you going to be from now on? And him? And his siblings? Were you going to hide forever?

“Five” you whispered. He didn’t hear you. Or maybe he did and he chose to ignore you. “Five” you said again, this time catching his attention.

He turned to look at you for a moment and then he focused on the road again.“What?”

“Can we stop for 5 minutes at the next gas station, please? I have to wash my hands.” you said quietly looking down.

He pursed his lips before he spoke again. “No.” Five was just being direct. The more time it took you to get to Dallas, the more vulnerable you became.

Dallas…

You fell through the vortex a couple of months before Five arrived. With no idea where the others went or how to find them, it was really just you, all alone. You were the last one Elliot took a picture of before the chaos of the second apocalypse began. The alley was strange, and so were the people. Everything was different here. You were disoriented and scared. According to the confused strangers when you asked them the date, you were somewhere way before your birth.

First thing you realise when you don’t even have a home anymore is that you need money. It can be so crucial. But how will you, a nobody in the 60s, survive if all you knew how to do, was sing? Music was how you met your best friend Vanya for the first time: at an audition. And after that followed the concerts. The public loved the two of you.

So you did what you did best.

One day, while walking aimlessly on the busy streets, searching for a place selling cheap food, you started singing your favourite song. A song no one around had ever heard, a song you danced to with Five once. People started to gather around you and listen as you went on. This was it, this is where you were in your element. Your father forced you to take singing lessons when you were four. You didn’t enjoy it at first, but you grew up to love it. People clapped and left you money before going on about their day. So you ended up spending the entire day there. By nightfall you had been given enough money for the whole week.

You were leaning on a cold brick wall and eating a sandwich when you saw someone drop a newspaper. Curiously, you grabbed it and were shocked by the headline.

“Young woman sings in front of a bakery stealing every Texan’s heart. Who is the mysterious singer to whom many would empty their pockets for a show?

You had been living in an apartment above The Rosemary Club, the place you worked at now. You sang almost every night and earned a lot of money and visitors for your boss, so he let you stay there.

One night, you had a special visitor. He wasn’t there to see you specifically; he was working, just like you. Luther went everywhere his boss went, he was his bodyguard. You made eye contact a couple of times but never spoke on that evening. You couldn’t even look at him without cringing away. Not after what he did to Vanya. Five might say that she’s the bomb, but in your mind, that bomb was pretty much activated by Luther.He tried to talk to you but you avoided him as much as possible.

“y/n! Wait, stop running away, God!”

“What do you want, Luther?” you gave him a cold look.

“To talk to you? Isn’t that what normal people do after they haven’t seen each other for a long time?” he asks.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” you said and ordered a drink.

“Jesus, y/n, what's wrong with you?”

“Do I have to remind you that we’re here because of you?”

“Because of me? What do you mean, didn’t you see how Vanya literally destroyed the M-”

“Shut up. I don’t care.” you cut him off. “Have you met anyone else besides me, you stalker?”

“No.” he admitted. ”I tried searching for Allison but they haven’t found her yet.”

“Right. Amazing. Five? No news about him either?” His expression softens. He knew about your relationship with Five, and how much you two meant for each other.

“No, I’m really sorry. I don’t know where he is…” his voice only getting smaller when he saw the disappointment in your eyes.

You looked up from your drink and to the big man next you. “Then you can leave. I have to go get dressed.” You put your glass on the counter and left.

Your days in Dallas were easy. Life was always the same and you knew what to expect. Sometimes Luther and his boss would show up at the club and you would ignore each other. You sang, you were introduced to some people and you would make small talk with the bartender. Day after day, always missing your friends. Missing 2019. Missing Five. Your life was easy, but you were alone for the most part. You missed cuddling with Five before you went to sleep together and then waking up in his arms. You missed how he would come and pick you up after practise. How he would kiss you after every concert and tell you how proud he was of you. You missed him truly.

The bow to the public mixed with a charismatic smile and a wave was how you always ended a good show. Walking off stage you rolled your eyes when you saw who came towards you.

“There’s someone who would like to talk to you.” he said with a stupid smile planted on his face.

“I’m on break.” you tried to walk away. Luther grabbed your arm and spun you around so you would be facing him again. “Hey! What are you doing? Back off!”

“Believe me, y/n, you really should go talk to him”

You eyed him suspiciously. “Well alright then.” you said sarcastically. “But keep your hands to yourself.”

“Yeah, right, sorry.” he said and stepped to the side . “Come with me, he’s waiting outside.” he babbled before leading you to the main entrance of the club, one which neither of you used. This all seemed sketchy. If he was trying to kidnap you, I’d be no surprise.

The air outside was cooler than usual. You crossed your arms and huffed.

And then you saw him. Right there, alive and in front of you. He was well. He survived.

He was still wearing his uniform, which was clean. He must've just arrived.

You ran to him as fast your red heels allowed you to and he met you with a warm embrace. He still smelled exactly like himself. A day to him, months for you. Is this what it felt like for him when he was stuck in the future? You hugged him tight and inhaled his scent deeply trying to forget all these nights you cried, hoping he would come through the door and hug you. Hoping he would materialize in front of you like he did for his father’s funeral.

The man still looked young, but you knew damn well who he was. He wasn’t someone you’d forget that easily. Finally, he was here, with you.

He pulled away and it almost pained you. It was crazy, of course, to think that after all this time you’d lose him again, but even as much as moving an inch scared you now that he was right here.

“y/n.”

“Five”

Your lips melted together in the most awaited kiss of the century. Of all time maybe. His hands glued themselves to your waist again and you saw him perfectly in the dim light of the alley.

Your eyes were empty. You wanted to wipe your hands but the blood on them had dried already.

“Five, please I need to wash my hands. I need to- I- I have to wash it all away- Please”

He hated that he had to hear you beg and yet he couldn't stop. It’s for her own safety, it’s for our safety, he would think.

“y/n we can’t stop now. Even 5 minutes could mean our deaths right now. Please understand”

And you wanted to understand. You wanted to stay calm just like the rest, but they were trained. They’ve done such things before. You however, didn’t. Everytime you looked at your lap you saw her again. Laying there, lifeless. You saw the knife as it fell from your hands, making an awful sound when it hit the floor. Maybe if you’d wash them, the flashbacks would stop.

“Please, I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t be like this. This is not- It’s not-”

Your breath was uncontrolled. Everytime you closed your eyes, you saw her again. Everytime you would inhale, she would exhale for the last time, again, and again, and again. You were fully sobbing now.

Vanya’s hand softly touched your shoulder from the back seat and you flinched. “Shh, it’s just me” she cooed “It’s just me”

You tried to relax a bit and then spoke again, hoping to get it right this time.

“I’m a bad person, Five. I just killed an innocent woman and… and I have her blood all over my hands.” you looked at him to find he was already looking at you. Guilt and regret were visible on his face. “I’m a killer, Five.” you wept.

He reached your cheek with one hand and wiped your tears away. “She wasn’t innocent” he stated. “She’s killed many people.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m any less of a killer”

“Well, then. I’m a killer too. More or less than my siblings here. So we are all on the same team.” he spoke calmly, as if the Hargreeves discussed murder at the dinner table every evening. Thinking about it twice there’s a big chance they did, when the old man was still alive at least.

“But you killed to survive, Five. You had to. I didn’t but she’s dead now.”

He huffed in annoyance. She’s not used to this. Take it slowly, he thought.

“You had to, too, y/n. It was self defence. If it wasn’t her then… well then let’s not think about it” he finished. Then I would be the one dead, you added, but only in your head because you knew how much he hated thinking about anything bad happening to you. He wanted you safe. You wanted him safe.

“Okay then. But as soon as we’re in Dallas we’ll stop and get new clothes.” you started to come back to your senses again. Right. You need to get to the city and find a way to trick the Commision. Or maybe you needed to hide. Or just freshen up and get on the road again. You didn’t know exactly what you were going to do, but if anyone found the map Diego was holding in his lap right now, they’d know exactly what your first stop was going to be. The Rosemary Club.

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