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[buckysbabygorl]

A Favour (Part 4)

Part 3

MAJOR SMUT ALERT

Summary: When secrets are revealed during girl’s night, Y/N takes action.

“Wow, talk about impulsive.”

Wanda wiggled further into her floor poof, noting to herself that she was definitely gifted Y/N new ones for Christmas.

“I know,” she filled up their glasses again. “I guess I dodged a bullet there. Still doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Tucking the wine bottle on the nightstand before flopping to the floor, Y/N sighed.

The abandoned date was a week behind her, but she still couldn’t shake her frustration.

“He’s always hitting on me. And now Jane wants to give things another go and I’m discarded like a consolation prize.”

Wanda awed, “Oh love, don’t think of yourself that way.”

Her hand reached for Y/N’s arm, her thumb running over it softly.

“Men have a way about them, I’ll never understand it but it’s like—they constantly chase after the one that got away. It’s to no fault of your own, he’s just stupid.”

Y/N sipped her wine, smiling at Wanda.

“Thanks babe. Honestly, at the end of the day they have history. They’re well suited for each other. Hell they probably have better chemistry than Thor and I would have—”

“Oh I’m sure that’s not a factor. That man could have chemistry with anyone.”

Y/N wracked with laughter, Wanda was pretty reserved about her attractions. It was shocking when they came out.

“For sure. Big and bulky, thousands of years of experience…”

Wanda hummed, “Experience. Now that’s the kind of man you need Y/N. Someone who knows his way around a woman.”

Wanda flipped abruptly, sliding drunkenly to lay across from Y/N.

“Wanna know a secret?”

Y/N looked at Wanda’s glass, seeing it was almost empty.

Note to self, we’re slowing down after this one

“Of course,” Y/N mock-whispered.

Wanda giggled, “The best fucks are the older guys.”

Y/N gasped and smacked Wanda’s arm as she howled.

“Wanda! You’re naughty.”

“I am, I am. But it’s true. Younger men are selfish, rushing to the main event… the older ones take their time.”

She sat up, consumed by her reminiscence.

“They hold you, they tease you, they cherish you. Two words for you Y/N: body worship. It is the best thing since sliced bread. And I’m making sandwiches.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know!” Wanda said, “But it doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

She threw back the rest of her glass and huffed.

“God, now I’m horny.”

Y/N scoffed, “You’re telling me. With all my potential suitors lined up, I’ve been on edge.”

Evident, considering her blatant proposition to Barnes.

She grew red at the thought, how could she do that? Just throw herself at him?

At least things weren’t awkward between them, he was even going to go as far to give her advice about Thor…

Now looking back on it, it did seem rather odd coming from him. She propositions him for sex, and then comes to give her bedrooms tips? Perhaps he had just been trying to compensate for that day before.

Whatever, she thought, she should just put it out of her head.

“Bucky!” Wanda exclaimed.

Y/N jolted, had she read her mind?

“What?”

Wanda shook her finger at her, “that’s the one you should go for. Christ, have you seen his arms?”

Y/N raised her brows and hummed, “Oh yes, yes I have. Beef cake to a T.”

“And that stubble, lord forgive me.”

Y/N pictured how it would feel scraping her neck, the inside of her thighs…

“But that ship has sailed. It didn’t even dock Wanda.”

Wanda halted as she reached for the wine bottle.

“Explain.”

“Well,” she bobbed her head as she thought, “I kinda already asked him.”

Wanda gasped.

“And he said no.”

Wanda then slammed her hand down. “Bad friend! How could you not tell me?”

Wanda grabbed her hand and shook it, “We could have made a game plan. He could’ve been putty in your hands!”

“I tried!” Y/N defended, “I thought it would be a good idea but it didn’t—I don’t know, pan out.”

Wanda groaned, “Where is Nat? She’ll talk some sense in to you.”

How could it have not panned out, Wanda thought. She knew of the affections he harbored for Y/N, him passing up his opportunity was beyond comprehension.

As if on cue, Nat barged through Y/N’s door. Stumbling with her bottle of tequila and go bag in hand, not even undressed from her late night mission.

“Okay!” She yelled, “I ran off the jet so I wouldn’t miss anything. I’ll do shots to catch up while you spill.”

She directed this to Y/N, who remained utterly confused.

“Spill what?”

Nat rolled her eyes as she unscrewed her bottle.

“Don’t be coy, it’s been a whole week since I talked with Barnes so I’m not even gonna pretend that I’m not in the loop.”

She mouthed the bottle and winced as the first shot went down. Wanda reached out with a grabby hand, and Nat complied.

“How was he? Tell us everything.” She demanded.

Wanda and Y/N shared a look of confusion, had Nat finally gone delusional after too many hits to the head?

“Nat, I’m serious. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Her face was read over by the super-spy, and she watched as Nat’s face contorted into annoyance. Her hand darted to grab the bottle back from Wanda.

“Wait. You’re telling me he didn’t make a move?”

Y/N sat up slowly, “No…”

As she drew it out, Nat knew then that Barnes has chickened out.

“Oh that goddamn idiot.”

“Nat what are you talking about?”

She huffed. She knew Bucky would do this. She didn’t know why, but he always found some excuse as to why he shouldn’t follow through. Bucky had to be pushed, and what better way than to tell Y/N herself.

“He charged to your room last week after training, determined to fuck the shit out of you.”

Wanda’s cough sent white wine all over the floor, Nat patted her back as Y/N took this in.

“You’re joking.” Y/N stated.

“No! He told me you asked him to, I told him he was an idiot, and then he went to your room. At least I assume he did—”

“—he did!” Y/N said.

The two women looked at her in shock.

“And he did nothing?” Wanda asked.

Y/N fumbled over her words, “Well—he came in. Yeah, he came in. Then he saw me upset and then we just hung out but he—we, we just—he was gonna fuck me?”

“He wanted to! Like bull in China shop charging out of the room, wanted to fuck you.”

“I can’t believe this.” Y/N decided to take the rest of the wine bottle for herself, slopping it down in the chaos of this news.

“The fuck do I do now?”

Nat gently placed a hand on her knee, face sweet and genuine.

“You mount him, sweetie.”

Wanda nodded eagerly, filling her wine glass with tequila.

“Body worship.” She enunciated.

Nat side eyed her, “What?”

Wanda waved her hand at her, “I’ll explain later.”

As Y/N sat silent, the two stared at her. Eyes dead ahead, Y/N still couldn’t wrap her brain around the idea.

“So?” Nat asked, “Are you going?”

Y/N was shocked, “What, like now?”

Nat threw her head back as she swiped the tequila back from Wanda.

Wow, she thought, they’re both idiots I guess.

“Yes NOW. We just got back from the same mission, he’s in his room as we speak.”

“That doesn’t mean I should go now! I should talk to him, I—I don’t get why he’d change his mind after I asked him—”

“No.” Nat demanded. She stood up, grabbing Y/N and rising with her.

“You two talk way too much. Every time you two come out on the opposite page you started. Or—opposite end of the book. Whatever, you’re not on the same page!”

Nat dragged her to the door, and whipped it open.

“You want to fuck Barnes. He wants to fuck you. When you two start talking that suddenly goes out the window. No more chit-chat. You, are going to get laid tonight. And it’s gonna be by 6 feet, 250 pounds of fine-aged muscle. And you are not coming back here until you do!”

She tossed Y/N out the door, leaving her in stunned silence in the hallway.

~

Bucky stripped himself of his gear, his shoulders and neck aching from the grip of his harness.

God, it felt good to get that off. It felt good to be home.

What he desperately wanted was a rub down, a deep tissue massage courtesy of Stark Therapeutics. But it was far too late for that, he’d have to go tomorrow.

His mind began to wander in his exhaustion, forming a picture of delicate hands working his muscles.

Eventually, the image of Y/N’s wandering hands came into his fantasy. Pulling, yearning for his sensitive skin…

His palms ran up his face into his hair. Now he needed a cold shower.

He should’ve just done it.

He must have been a masochist, torturing and teasing himself with his own chances, graphic and vulgar images just taunting him.

You could have had this, she could have been yours.

He was mad at himself. Now, with their pathetic back-and-forth he would never have a chance like that again.

And then when she finally got back in the game she’d meet someone that rocked her world, then they’d get married and have beautiful mini Y/N babies because of all the rocking sex they’d have.

Alright, now he was being dramatic.

He needed to cool off, breathe, sleep it off and then reset.

He could do without one night of mental torture.

The ice cold water was uninviting, but much needed.

Though it was waking up his exhausted body, his mind was slowly letting go of Y/N.

Y/N, Y/N, Y/N….

He was trying his best, he really was. Especially after last week.

He made the choice to be supportive and passive about her sex life, things were feeling normal between them.

A knock came on his door. Turning off the water, he called out.

“Yeah?”

He waited a moment, but when receiving no answer, he went back to his shower.

He jumped out of his skin when the bathroom door whipped open.

Ponytail swinging, eyes hard, she darted to the shower.

“Y/N? What the hell!”

He didn’t attempt to cover himself, too shocked to move.

What the actual hell.

She pulled back the glass door, pausing as she took him in.

Every inch of him was just… goddamn insane.

Perfect arms, perfect abs, perfect v.

Looking down, she sighed.

“God, that’s gonna hurt.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide.

“Excuse me?”

She met his eyes. She looked wild; her pupils blown, panting, the water beginning to dampen her thin clothes.

Part of her hesitated, this was bold. This was a lot coming from her. The last few weeks were filled with waiting and waiting for the right proposal. She had tech geniuses, army vets, marine corps, doctors from all over the building shooting their shot, and none of them caught her attention.

But he however, was the only one she had sought after.

Thor had been tempting, but looking at Barnes in his soaked glory, she knew that the God could never compare. This was a man.

Bucky’s back hit the tiled wall, Y/N’s body being soaked by the shower stream.

His hands stay at his sides, unable to move.

This had to be a dream.

“I want you.”

Bucky’s mouth went dry at her declaration, lip dropping in slight awe.

“Do you want me?” She asked.

Their chests heaved in unison, the frozen water suddenly felt like a thousand degrees.

He stared at her. Her hands on his shoulders, that dangerous look in her eye…

“God yes.” He uttered.

It was so fast.

Her body pressed into him, soft lips covering his.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands flew to her waist.

He turned them, hoisting her up against the wall. Her legs locked around his back as he ground his cock into her clothed pussy.

He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, his hands nearly ripping her waistband.

He pulled back, resting his head against her forehead as he breathed out.

His body was on fire.

“Tell me you’re sure.”

She went to kiss him again and he ducked his chin.

“Y/N, tell me you’re sure.”

She rested her head back against the cold, wet tile. She felt the heat pooling in her body, her hands hot as they gripped into his shoulders.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I need you to fuck me Bucky.”

That was all he needed.

Shower abandoned, he rushed to the bed with her.

He raked his hands along her body, he needed to feel every inch of her. He needed her to feel how desperately he wanted this.

Goosebumps littered her flesh, his metal hand doing nothing to satiate.

She wrestled to get herself unclothed, eager for his skin against hers.

He pushed her hands away.

“Let me,” he urged, “Let me touch you.”

She complied, lifting her arms above her head as he undressed her. Strong hands delicate but sure, confidently removing every piece that was in his way.

She was perfect.

He took in all her beauty; collarbones exposed, breast perked under his touch, the soft and supple feel of her skin, those hips, those legs, that perfect pussy…

He began his descent, kissing every inch as he urged to her to lay back.

Her eyes never left him, watching as her ravished her torso with his lips.

Body worship echoed in her mind.

His hands wander upwards, grazing her sensitive thighs.

“Bucky, please.”

She loved it, she did. It felt so good to be cherished like this, his fingers kneading into every spot he could grab. But she wanted him, she needed to feel him.

“Baby,” he whispered, stubble scraping her inner thighs, “I gotta take my time with you.”

She moaned as he gently bit the inside of her thigh, lifting her legs over his shoulders.

He groaned at the sound, reminding himself to slow down.

God, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to leave her breathless, whining, desperate to cum beneath him.

But he couldn’t now. Next time.

He met her eyes as his tongue licked her folds.

Her head rolled back as he drew another moan from her.

He listened to her body, the sounds she made as her delved further in to her pussy.

Show me what you like baby, give it all to me.

His lips circled around her clit, tongue working hard and fast.

He’d be damned if he didn’t make her cum before he was inside her.

He planned to ruin her for anyone else, he wanted her pleasure so overwhelming that she’d never forget why she waited. She needed to know what real sex felt like.

“Fuck, Bucky.”

Her thighs clenched around his head, losing herself. She tried to loosen them as he continued his assault, but his hands locked them into place.

Squeeze me love, don’t hesitate. I want it all.

She cried out as he worked harshly with his tongue, she knew she was about to come.

“Don’t stop, Bucky please don’t stop.”

Her back arched against the mattress, and he held her down with his flesh arm. He wanted his face in it when she came, tasting all she had to give.

He hummed against her, passionately continuing as she rode out her climax. He felt it drip down his face, chin slick with her wetness.

He was tempted to go again, really make her writhe from his tongue, have her screaming his name so loud that the rest of the compound would be pounding on his door.

He wanted to give her more; and more.

But he’d wait. Not now.

Now he needed to be inside her, have her tight and wet pussy grip him as he rutted into her.

He had to know how good she felt.

He wiped his chin before climbing on the bed, hovering over her.

She was speechless, eyes glassy as slipped himself between her legs.

“I’m gonna fuck you nice, and slow. You're gonna tell me what you need baby."

In awe, she lifted her hips to his. She didn't care if it hurt, the pleasure would come. She knew he'd make sure of that.

He grazed her entrance with his head, gently teasing.

"Tell me you want me."

She whimpered, mind reflecting on Wanda's statement earlier.

They hold you, they tease you, they cherish you…

He was relishing in her pleasure as much as she was.

“I want you Bucky, please. I want you to fuck me.”

She bucked her hips up to his, and he pressed her further into the mattress.

He hushed her, “Easy baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

His head ducked beneath her ear, softly sucking at the skin.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, his body warm against hers.

“Ready?”

She nodded into his shoulder.

Grabbing her chin, he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Staring into her eyes, he watched her face as he eased himself in.

God, he was huge.

Slowly, he let his cock fill her up. His hips stuttered at her tightness, she was so warm… so wet…

He kissed her neck as she sighed, hands sliding under her hips to hold her against him.

Her arms wrapped around his back, legs locking behind his so she could take all of him.

She wanted him to move, she needed him to move.

“Please Bucky, I’m ready.”

He nodded into her shoulder, steeling himself to not cum right then and there.

She felt so good, he’d wanted this for so long. And now she was begging him for more, perfect body wrapped around him.

His wildest dreams never could have imagined this.

His thrusts were gentle, purposeful.

He wanted her to take every inch, he wanted her a mess beneath him.

He gave it to her nice, and slow. Just as he promised.

She moaned softly as his rutting picked up pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

He groaned, “You’re taking me so well. You’re doing so good baby.”

Her breath hitched at his words, and Bucky’s sly smile grew against her skin.

Her heartbeat pulsed into his cheek, and he nipped at the skin of her neck.

“Yeah? You like that baby? Tell me.”

“Yes,” she breathed out, “You feel so good.”

He moaned into her neck, strokes rolling wave after wave of pleasure to her core.

“That’s my girl. That’s my good girl.”

She was soaking his cock, becoming tighter and tighter.

“You fuck me so good Bucky, fuck I—”

She couldn’t hold back her cry, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of her.

He was worried he’d hurt her, but as her place contorted in pleasure he continued his pounding.

He hesitated in speaking, feeling selfish. Then couldn’t stop himself as she cried out his name.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

She said it without thinking, brain foggy and filled with thoughts of only him.

He could let the sound of that replay for eternity.

“That’s a good girl. Fuck you feel so good.”

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, pushing himself deeper inside her.

He slowed himself as she whined, trying to remember that he couldn’t ruin her yet.

It needed to be slow, this had to be all about her…

No matter how desperately he wanted her cumming from overstimulation, fingertips gripping the bedsheets, crying out his name and only his.

“Bucky…”

It was the only thing she knew to say, her mind devoting her words to only him.

He was getting close, but he couldn’t let himself finish.

Fucking her slow, he slipped his hand over her clit. Making gentle and soft circles, drawing her last orgasm out of her.

He bit into her calf as she came, urging himself not to cum as she did. She coated his thighs, and he moved faster.

His thumb on her clit moved with the pace of his thrusts.

“C’mon baby, give me another one. Cum for me Y/N.”

She felt lightheaded as another orgasm came, washing over her body as she cried out his name again.

“That’s my girl. Fuck Y/N, you’re perfect.”

He groaned as he finished, collapsing on top of her.

Sweaty and hot, they laid against one another. Legs tangled, his hands still pressing her into him.

Their breathing slowed, he reached over to gently kiss her forehead.

“You okay?” He whispered.

She hummed, nodding into his chest.

He chuckled, “Tired?”

She nodded again, smiling into his skin.

He slowly kissed along the side of her face, shifting to cradle her in his arms.

He was coming down from his high, the room became clearer. He drifted his hand along her spine, in silent awe that everything had changed in an instant.

“You really came barging in here.”

She laughed, laying her head on his chest.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Jesus, don’t be. It was an answer to my prayers.”

She laughed again, sitting up and pulling at her ponytail.

She let in drape over her shoulders, softly staring at him with a small smile.

“Could’ve been sooner. Nat said you chickened out last week.”

He groaned, “Of course she told you. I’m sorry, okay? I just got scared.”

“You got scared? It was my first time.”

“I know, but… I wanted it to be your choice. You asked me to earlier and I didn’t think you wanted what I did. I needed you to enjoy it.”

She hummed, laying against him again. Her hands placed in the soft tuft of hair on his chest.

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Enjoy it.”

She cuddled into his side, “Of course I did. I know I made the right choice, Buck.”

He nodded, his worries silenced.

“And I know I’m gonna enjoy it next time.”

His brows shot up, “Next time?”

“Oh yeah,” she lifted herself to face him, “next time.”

She kissed his lips, “And the next.”

Another kiss, “And the next.”

They laughed together as she continued. Thank god she had waited all this time.

Bucky drifted to sleep with the thought of each “next”, excited for every single one.

~

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being unable to keep their eyes off of them please??

Eddie wants to get the hell out of here.

He feels kind of bad about it, because Bobby and Athena throw a great barbecue, and any other day of the week he’d love to grab a beer and settle in for as long as they’ll have him. Any other day of the year, really—

Just not the same day Buck kissed him.

He’d always imagined that if he ever scraped enough resolve together to try something with Buck, it would happen in the heat of the moment. After a close call on a rescue, maybe, or at a bar after a shift sometime, when he has just enough alcohol in him to push past the nagging doubts in his mind.

He’d always imagined that if anything ever happened, it would be because he took that first step. He could, when he was feeling hopeful, imagine Buck would be into it, but it had never even crossed his mind that Buck might want him enough to be the one to cross the invisible line between friends and something more. 

Only—

Two hours ago, he stood in the firehouse parking lot and watched Buck pace and forth in the artificially bright glow of a streetlamp for all of thirty seconds before drawing to a stop right in front of him, toe to toe across the faded outline of a parking space. 

“I’m going to do something,” Buck said, the warmth of his exhale ghosting across Eddie’s skin. “And you can tell me if I’m wrong. But—” he hooked one finger in the belt loop of Eddie’s jeans, tugging slightly, and the movement danced like lightning down Eddie’s spine. 

“—I don’t think I’m wrong.” 

And he tugged on the belt loop again, pulling Eddie closer into his space, and pressed his mouth to Eddie’s.

It seemed to last a lifetime, and it was over far too soon. Buck pulled back, careful, drawing a ragged breath, and Eddie leaned into chase him and found Buck grinning against his lips.

“Not wrong, then?” Buck murmured, and it took Eddie a moment to remember what Buck had said just before.

“Definitely not wrong,” he breathed. The words were half-lost in Buck’s mouth but he must have understood them anyway, because he laughed, bright and clear, before pushing Eddie up against the car behind him to kiss him again.

It was only when Buck’s phone rang, vibrating in his pocket so that Eddie felt it against his own thigh, that they remembered the barbecue. And that they’d promised to bring ice.

So now Eddie’s here, and for the first time he can remember he desperately wants to leave. 

He and Buck hadn’t really talked about it, so he’s trying to act normal. Which is to say he’s trying to act like he doesn’t want to walk across Bobby and Athena’s backyard and grab Buck by the collar to drag him in for another kiss. Or to demand what the fuck it means. 

He would describe himself as moderately successful. 

But in Eddie’s defence, if the rest of them knew the situation he doesn’t think they could blame him for the way his eyes keep getting drawn to Buck no matter where he is, like the universe is shining a spotlight on him. It’s not his fault Buck’s laugh lights up the room and he can’t help but look.

It’s not his fault that Buck catches him looking, sometimes, and smiles a smile that says he’s thinking about what happened in the parking lot. 

A smile that says he’s thinking about doing it again.

And it—well, maybe it is his fault when he grins back, his face trying to settle on something somewhere between wanting and bashful, but there are extenuating circumstances. He is, after all, only one man. 

Overall, Eddie’s pretty sure nobody could blame him for the fact that he wants to get the hell out of here.

Just then, Hen sidles up to where he’s leaning against the kitchen island and settles in next to him, mirroring his position and crossing her arms. 

“You should take your man home,” she says. 

Eddie flushes, and she laughs.

“You’re not being particularly subtle,” she says. “Either of you. I don’t know what happened exactly—” she raises a hand when Eddie tries to open his mouth “—and I don’t need to know. But you should take him home before it happens again on Bobby and Athena’s patio.” 

Eddie’s face feels so warm he’s surprised he can’t see cartoon heat lines wafting off his cheeks. 

Hen laughs again, gentler this time. “No one’s judging you, Eddie,” she says, and nudges him with her elbow. “I remember what it was like in the beginning. So go, take him home. I know you want to.” 

“I—yeah,” Eddie says, and lets himself grin. “I really do.” 

He doesn’t need to look for Buck, because he already knows where he is. He makes his way across the room, through their gathered friends and family, and over to where Buck is talking to Chimney. His heartbeat hammers in his ears as he does it, but Hen said it was obvious anyway, so he takes a deep breath and stands behind Buck, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on Buck’s shoulder. 

“Hi,” Buck says, breathy with surprise but his cheeks pink with pleasure.

“Hen said I should take my man home,” Eddie says, and makes a concerted effort not to look at Chimney. He focuses instead on Buck’s cheek against his, and the way it crinkles when he smiles.

“Did she?” Buck says. “I guess we should listen to the captain, then.” 

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Eddie murmurs. They slip through the room, and Eddie tries to avoid Hen’s knowing look as they duck out of the front door without bothering with goodbyes.

As soon as the door closes, Eddie grabs Buck by the hips and pushes him against it, crowding into his space. “This is all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

“It’s only been two hours,” Buck says.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot longer than two hours,” Eddie says, and watches Buck’s eyes go dark. Then he grins. “Besides, do you want to nitpick, or do you want to kiss me?” 

“I can multitask,” Buck says, and Eddie laughs and kisses him for it, and for a moment the world narrows to just the two of them, wrapped up in each other against Bobby’s front door.

“Actually,” Buck murmurs, a moment or three later, when Eddie’s forehead rests against Buck’s and both their breaths come a little heavy. “I wanna change my answer.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “To what?” 

“I want you to take me home.”

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It shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have affected him like this.

But the lights going out unexpectedly after flickering for nearly a full minute sent him into a dark spiral.

He could vaguely hear the kids talking, probably coming up with a plan to get out.

Robin’s safe, at least. She’s with her parents out of state. She’ll never have to go through this again if Steve can help it.

He should listen to the plan, figure out how he can use his body to protect the kids, get them all out of here.

“Steve?”

Steve turned to see Eddie frowning at him, coming closer.

“We’ve gotta get you out of here,” Steve stood, looking around for a weapon, any weapon.

It was too dark.

“Stevie, it’s okay.” Eddie’s hand gripped his arm, warm when everything else felt so cold. “Just sit down. Lucas and Dustin already went to check.”

“Alone?!” Steve tried to pull away, but Eddie’s grip tightened.

“They’re alright. We’re safe.”

“No we aren’t! What if something’s out there?” Steve finally pulled his arm loose, looking back at Eddie. His eyes were adjusting in the dark and he could see the concern on his face.

“Steve, where do you think you are?” Eddie asked, stepping in closer, hand gently cupping his cheek.

Steve looked around. It was difficult to see much, but he could see the shapes of the kids sprawled across a couch. His couch. In his living room.

His body relaxed slightly as he recognized more of his house around him. Not the Upside Down version, the real one.

“Sorry,” he said as Eddie leaned in closer, his forehead almost touching Steve’s.

“Why are you sorry?”

Eddie’s breath was warm against his face, sending a shiver down Steve’s back.

“Feel stupid. Thought we were back there for a minute,” Steve whispered. He didn’t want the kids overhearing. They had enough to worry about.

“Does that happen a lot?”

“No,” Steve could only think of one other time and Robin had been there to bring him back. “I’m okay. I should go check on Lucas and Dustin. They’ll probably break something.”

“Wait,” Eddie’s other hand gripped Steve’s hip. “We’re okay, Stevie. I’m safe because you got me safe. You protected me then and I know you would if you had to again. You know that, right?”

Steve felt his heart stop momentarily in his chest. Eddie usually kept a distance between them, maybe scared to get close to Steve after everything. Steve had sat by his side in the hospital every day until he woke up and Wayne could be brought in to see him.

But since then, they’d become friends. Just…they didn’t get physically close. Steve didn’t know why.

He wanted to touch Eddie, wanted to lean his head on his shoulder during movies or rub his back when he decided to stand in the kitchen and watch the kids take over Hellfire.

He wanted to play with his hair and kiss him.

He wanted.

But he couldn’t.

“I wish I could’ve protected you better,” Steve admitted, voice breaking. “I should’ve been with you.”

“You can’t be in two places at once. I did a stupid, unpredictable thing. It’s not your fault.”

“But I could’ve stopped you,” Steve argued.

He could see the kids leaving the room out of the corner of his eye, probably going to check on what Dustin and Lucas were doing.

“I wouldn’t have let you,” Eddie argued back. “I can be just as stubborn as you.”

Eddie was still touching his hip and his face.

His eyes were wide as he searched Steve’s.

“It’s over, right?” Steve asked.

“It’s over,” Eddie reassured.

“We’re safe.”

“We are safe.”

Steve should do it, he should kiss him. They’re alone and Eddie’s giving signals that he’s never given before. Or maybe he has and Steve just didn’t realize it.

Actually, he definitely has.

Steve leaned in the few inches he needed to brush his lips against Eddie’s.

He expected Eddie to pull away quickly, to stop touching him.

Instead, he let his hand drift to the back of Steve’s head and pull him in closer, nipping at his bottom lip playfully before kissing him harder.

Steve let out an embarrassing noise as he reached up to grip Eddie’s hips, stabilizing himself as Eddie groaned into his mouth.

“It’s not dark enough for us to not see you, ya know,” Mike snarked from the doorway.

Steve pulled away, ready to come up with an excuse, but Eddie wrapped his arm around him and pulled him into his side.

“Shut up, Mike. You can handle two people kissing.”

“Not when it’s you two.”

“Oh, are you homophobic?” Eddie smirked, already knowing that wasn’t the problem.

“No! You know I’m not!” Mike was flustered now, clearly looking for a reason to leave. “Just- just go somewhere else!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “This is my house, dude.”

The lights came back on and Steve fully relaxed against Eddie.

Eddie must’ve noticed, kissing the top of his head before all the kids rushed back into the room.

No one else seemed to notice the position they were in, but that was fine.

Steve didn’t wanna hide, and it seemed like Eddie didn’t either. If the kids did notice, they’d be fine.

As long as Eddie was there, he’d be fine.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #asks #drabble #follower celebration #cw: ptsd #getting together #friends to lovers

[unheavenlyvision]

SLEEP OVER PT.1

pairing: fushiguro toji/reader

wc: 2.3k

summary: staying the night at your boyfriends place for the first time is nervewracking, especially when he seems to feel a certain way about you wearing his clothes

a/n; dilf dilf dilf dilf dilf dilf...uhm anyways...i lurv toji a lot and i needed to write something for him, i thought it would fix me but it may have made me worse :D also, i would like to write a part 2 for this maybe :3

warnings: 18+ only, smut, established relationship, tiny bit of possessiveness, (minor) size difference kink, heavy petting, dry humping, afab!reader, no use of pronouns or y/n, nicknames used; doll, ma'am (once in a joking way)

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

Hovering in Toji’s kitchen, you try to make yourself seem more relaxed, you’ve been in his house plenty of times now but this time is different. This is the first time you’re staying the night, alone, in his house, with him.

Besides heavy petting, nothing more has ever happened between the two of you, to say you have expectations is an understatement. It doesn’t have to happen but you’ve been together for a little bit now and there’s only so long you can hold out, you mean, have you seen Toji?

He’s been patient, you were initially the one who said you didn’t want to rush things, you were scared of just being a lay and asked him to wait until you felt ready, which he has respected. He’s respected it…too well, barely making out before he’s parting from you. The sexual frustration you’ve been feeling has you wound so tight that you might literally implode as soon as he touches you.

From across the counter separating you, he teases, “You gonna help me over here? Or did you propose baking together just to watch me do it for you?”

“Well… I am enjoying the view,” you flirt back, playing off the stiffness in your joints.

He raises a brow at you, “How about you flirt with me while whisking that bowl right there,” he nods down to the bowl just off to his side.

“Yessir,” you stand at attention and throw a little salute his way.

When you round the bench to stand next to him, he bumps into your shoulder with his own, “You feeling okay, doll?”

You hum and look up at him, “Yeah, I’m good.”

It’s mostly quiet after that, aside from small talk and teasing remarks made while you finish prepping the ingredients. You told him that sleepovers needed brownies and he went out and bought stuff to make them, it was incredibly sweet and made you almost swoon on the spot when you showed up and he told you what he’d done.

Unluckily for you and your clumsy nature, his sink sprays a bunch of water down your front as you’re washing a dish. You let out an unceremonious squeaking sound at the sudden rush of cold running all the way down your pyjama shirt, to your pants.

The bowl Toji was holding clatters a bit as he drops it to be at your side, “What happened?” He asks before seeing your drenched clothes, an amused smile taking place where his concern was sitting, “You’re not much help in the kitchen, huh?”

“Hey!” you frown at him, “I am perfectly helpful, thank you very much. It’s not my fault your sink hates me.” You feel like a wet cat under his gaze, “What am I meant to do now? These are the only pyjamas I bought with me,” you pout slightly, looking down at your ruined clothes.

“Just wear something of mine,” he shrugs easily.

The idea of wearing his comfortable clothes makes your skin buzz, “Okay… thank you,” you mumble at him.

He scoffs at your sudden coyness, “You want me to pick something out for you or do you got it?”

“No, I got it,” you smile at him before turning to wander through the house to his room.

Shuffling through his drawers, you find a shirt and some sweatpants to wear. They’re large on you, the whole look incredibly baggy, having to pull the drawstrings on his sweats a bit tighter to make sure they stay up. You feel better though, warm, you hope he won’t mind but you had to borrow a pair of his boxers as well…

When you walk back into the kitchen, Toji does a double take on you, his eyes widening slightly, “You comfy?”

“Very,” you walk up to him, “You finish with the brownie mix?”

He stares at you for a moment before replying, “…Yeah, they’re in the oven.”

“Nice, putting the mix in the tray is my least favourite part, it’s always so sticky and messy and I end up getting frustrated because it won’t all go in and then I need another spoon to get the mix off the spatula and then I have to go back and forth…” You trail off, noticing he’s not really paying attention to what you’re saying, he is looking at you though, “Toji, Something wrong?”

He considers you for a moment, “You look cute,” is all he says.

You feel shy under his gaze now, not expecting him to compliment you so sincerely, “So do you?”

He barks a laugh at your clumsy compliment, “Alright, wanna watch something while we wait?” He changes the topic.

“Sure!”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is, his hand rests on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles but just because he’s not subtle doesn’t mean it’s not working. The tv plays some movie in front of the pair of you but you can’t pay attention, you’ve not retained a single plot point, his warm hand on your thigh is all you can feel, all you can register.

You have a feeling you’re going to have to be the one to break this, the weird limbo you’re both in. Turning your head to the side and looking up, you aren’t ready for how he’s already looking down at you, his hand on your thigh reaches for the side of your face, cradling you gently. He moves in slowly, giving you the chance to pull back in protest if you don’t want him to kiss you.

You want it though and lean up the rest of the way, kissing him deeply, wanting to put your lips on him for nearly the whole time you’ve been here. He meets your eagerness, his hand holding you more firmly, his tongue licking into your mouth, wanting to taste you. His body moves into yours more, his other hand grabbing at your hip.

His kisses grow rushed and he ends up trailing them to your neck, kissing and licking along the exposed skin there. The hand on your face angles you to his will, manoeuvring you every which way so he can get his lips on whatever part of you he desires.

Huffed out whine leave you at the way he nips at your skin, he has enough of the odd angle and pulls you onto his lap completely, sitting back as his hands roam your body over his clothes.

“Toji,” you whine out his name.

His eyes look into yours, “Do you need me to stop?”

Shaking your head at him, you say, “No, I need more…”

“You really do look cute in my clothes,” he murmurs, leaning in again and pressing a full kiss to your lips, “You look comfortable… all wrapped up in my clothes.” He reiterates that they are in fact his clothes you’re wearing.

His hands move under the large shirt, groping at your bare skin, delighting in the warmth and plushness of you. Your body breaks out in goose bumps as a noticeable shiver runs down your spine, his touch electrifying to you.

“My, how sensitive you are,” he teases you, a self-satisfied grin making its way onto his face.

“Shut up,” you snark back, “Just… kiss me again?”

His smile grows, “Yes ma’am,” he jokes before kissing you again.

You’re getting lost in it, in the feel of his lips on yours, it’s making you dizzy and needy. Your hips grind down into his on their own accord and Toji moans against you, surprised by the sudden friction. Recovering quickly, his hands grab your hips and encourage you to keep going, your clothed cunt dragging up and down his covered cock has spots in your vision.

Your hands grip the fabric of his shirt tight, your lips disconnecting from his every time you moan, only for him to press them back together. His dick twitches in his pants, painfully erect and sensitive, he has a feeling he could cum like this.

This is the furthest the two of you have gone so far and he’s not wasting this opportunity, he needs to see you cum, he needs to hear it. The grip he has on you is harsh, his hips rut up into yours which results in the most pathetic sound he’s ever heard coming from you… he needs more.  

Pulling back, you whinge, “Toji~ I wan– t more… I want more.”

“Well… I want you to cum while wearing my clothes,” he counters.

You gasp at his blunt words, “I–”

You don’t get the chance to finish your thought, his hips thrusting up, the shock delicious. His dick is leaking profusely in his pants, he’s way too sensitive right now, for his grown age. You’d asked to go slow and he complied but that didn’t mean he didn’t have to furiously jerk himself off after your visits.

Toji’s boxers are uncomfortably wet against your core, slick and stuck to your pussy with how worked up he’s gotten you. All the layers are upsetting you; you just want one less layer, his pants, your pants, you don’t care, you just need more.

“Toji, lemme take off the sweats, please, please, please,” you all but beg at him.

“No. Told you,” he scolds, “I want you cumming in my clothes.”

“Mmm but…” You hesitate.

You’ve caught his interest, quirking a brow at you, he asks, “But what?”

You decide to tell him even though you’re a little embarrassed, “I’m also wearing your boxers.”

He holds you still against him, a sound of objection coming from you at the lack of friction, “You’re wearing my boxers?”

You nod quickly, hoping for this line of questioning to be done soon, “I am.”

“Why?”

You look down, to where you’re sat on top of him, his large cock strained against his pants, you falter slightly in your answer, distracted. Toji’s hand tapping against your thigh brings you back, “Mine were wet from the sink…”

He tugs at the sweats, “Take these off, right now.”

Standing on wobbly legs, you undo the drawstring on his pants and slip them down.

Toji groans at the sight of your bare legs, “Lift up my shirt,” he directs.

Which you do, biting your lip, trying to fight off the urge to run away in embarrassment. Your hands hold his shirt up slightly, exposing to him how you’re wearing his boxers.

His eyes scan your lower half carefully, his heart stuttering in is chest. His light grey boxers dark where your arousal has pooled, “Fuck, come here,” he pats his lap, grabbing you when you’re close enough. “You’re so fucking wet, doll, shit.”

When you’re back on his lap, he wastes no time, his cock rubs between your folds, parting them from under his boxers, the friction different and consuming. This feels so much better than before, it feels almost intense after getting minimal sensation.

“Toji~ I don’t think I’ll last long like this,” you admit, feeling shame from how pathetic you must seem.

“Good,” he groans, his hips thrusting up into yours while his hands drag you back and forth on his cock, “I won’t either.”

To hear he’s just as effected by this as you are makes your cunt pulse around nothing, a whimper leaving you from how pathetically empty you feel, “I still want more,” you pout.

“Later,” he promises.

Your skin buzzes and your stomach clenches, your fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling impossibly close to finishing. Your eyes grow dazed, hot, huffed breaths leaving your parted lips. The sight has Toji’s cock twitching profusely, barely fighting off his orgasm, wanting to see you cum first.

“Come on, doll, I need to see it,” he tugs you quicker, your slick cunt sliding easily against his pants, the wetness seeping through the boxers onto them, “I need to see you cum for me.”

You shudder at his words, “I’m gonna–”

One of his hands leave your hip and slides to your face, his thumb pressing past your lips, you take it and suck on it, tongue licking the pad of it gently. A moan from deep in his chest rumbles under your hands, it’s all too much. Your cunt flutters against him and your eyes roll back, moans muffled around his thumb as your cum gushes from your pussy, coating his boxers even more.

Toji can’t help but watch, he’s watching you so closely, his cock cumming very suddenly. Your orgasm, the dumb look in your eyes, the flutter of your lashes, the shake in your body as you cum in his clothes undoes him. His own cum seeps into his pants, a large, wet stain growing on his sweats as his dick jerks with his orgasm.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth, dragging your lower lip down with it, “Fuck,” he bites out.

He rides out both your highs, lightly grinding his hips up into you as you both come down. Your form collapses into him, curling yourself around him. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you jolt every now and again, it’s cute, he thinks.

You lay peacefully like this for a moment before you remember, “The brownies,” you try to pull yourself away from him.

“They’re fine, oven went off only a moment ago,” he hums.

“I’ll go grab them then,” you say.

“Alright, shaky, off you go,” he mocks you and your jelly legs.

Pulling back, you frown at him, “I will.”

He just smiles knowingly at you.

Crawling off him carefully, you stand on your shaky legs momentarily before sitting back down on the couch next to him, “Maybe you should go get them.”

“Mhm,” he answers, leaning over he presses a kiss to your cheek, “That’s what I thought.”

You cross your arms over your chest and scowl at him, pretending to be more upset than you actually are.

Toji goes into the kitchen and pulls the brownies out, he calls over to you, “So… I hope you like the corners of your brownies a little crispy.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

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[aliaology]

SO AMERICAN (short)

SUMMARY: in which holtzy and you are dating, and you are very much in love with him

PAIRINGS: alexander holtz x fem!hughes!reader

WARNINGS: none just fluff :)

driving on the, right side road. he says im pretty, wearing his clothes. and hes got hands that, make hell seem cold. feet on the dashboard, he’s like a poem i wish i wrote. i wish i wrote.

you were the prime example of ‘passenger princess’ but in your very own car. i mean— it wasn’t necessarily your fault that you weren’t the best suited to drive in the city. no no— it was jacks because all he did was drive you and luke around.

but your brother was not the one driving. no, it was your boyfriend who was. you also never understood why he loved to drive your car. but the actual reason was because it was so… you. and he loved that.

your feet were propped on the dashboard, notebook and pen in your lap and hand as you mindlessly scribbled words together. alex’s hand was on your thigh, the warmth from his hand spreading throughout your body like a wildfire.

his fingers traced lightly on your bare thighs, pinky almost sliding up and hitting your shorts with every move he made. the bumps in the road made it so his hand would lightly hit your skin.

your eyes were averted to the pen and paper as you eagerly wrote down word after word, his hand squeezing your thigh every few minutes.

as he squeezed your thigh one more time, you looked over to him. he was the epitome of a love poem and you wished you were the one to write it. with a soft smile on your face, you leaned closer to him and placed your lips onto his cheek.

and he laughs at all my jokes, and he says im so american! oh god, its just not fair of him to make me feel this much. go anywhere he goes, and he says im so american! oh god, im gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. i might just be in la-la-la-la-love.

you two were at a restaurant, smiling at each other. you spoke, hushed and quietly, almost with embarrassment. your words caused him to burst with laughter, hand slapping over his mouth as his shoulders shook.

his reaction caused you to giggle, a bright smile on your face. the smile would quickly turn to one of embarrassment when you ask a waitress for a meal— one that you have trouble pronouncing. and he laughs as the waitress leaves.

you had a frown on your face— not one of sadness but one of ‘are you kidding me?’

alex snorted as he spoke, “you are so american.”

feigning a look of offense, your eyes narrowed slightly, giving a look of hurt. this just caused alex to chuckle more before grabbing your hand and pressing a small kiss to it.

“how about we just get out of here instead? i think i’d very much rather eat in.” he suggested.

and so you went wherever he did. you ditched the restaurant. you ditched the fancy dinner, and you went home. when you got home; you both eagerly sat on the couch and just watched a movie.

god im so boring, and im so rude! cant have a conversation if its not all about you. the way you dress and, the books you read. i really love my bed but man its hard to sleep when he’s with me. when he’s with me…!

you sat with your friends, picking at your nails as they spoke. their conversation being something about style— something about clothes. you weren’t too interested, you weren’t even talking.

“anything to add, y/n?” one asked.

you shrugged. “i don’t know— style wise i really like alex’s and maybe i’m just biased but it seems super comfy. shockingly he also has a great taste in books and—“

“girl all you do is take about your man!” your friend cut you off.

another friend piped up, “can’t say i blame her. i mean we’ve been friends for what? seven years? in that time frame shes had one boyfriend and he kinda sucked. if i had a man treat me the way hers does, i’d be plastering that everywhere.”

your last friend shrugged. “i get it— honestly i want to hear more about this guy. she talks about him but its never enough because someone interrupts her.”

“its fine— all you really need to know about him is that he treats me very well, and i love him.”

after your little get together with your friends, you made your way to your apartment. the sun was setting and you wanted to lay in bed. but as soon as you got home, locked up and went to your room and saw your boyfriend, you knew for a fact you wouldn’t be going to sleep.

i apologize if its a little too much, just a little too soon. but if the conversation ever were to come up i don’t wanna assume this stuff. but aint it rough? think im in love!

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[disasterbuck]

end on a song

Buddie | T | 850 words

Slamming the front door, Buck stalked over to stand in front of where Eddie was seated on the couch. Eddie, a moment ago simply staring glassy-eyed at the TV, now blinked up at him and smiled.

"Hey, Buck."

"So here's the thing – It's all your fault." Buck began pacing back and forth in front of him, visibly agitated. His voice rose slightly with each word. "I can't stop thinking about you and it's making me insane. I mean, I was fine yesterday, right? Completely fine! But then today it's just been one thing after another ever since this morning when you walked into work with your stupid messy hair and the stupid sun shining on you and your stupid perfect eyes which took my breath away.

"And I know you must've noticed how clumsy I was after that. I hit my head on the ceiling beam twice. I tripped over my own bag for fuck's sake!And then I gave you the wrong equipment four times, Eddie! Seriously, I'm never that bad at my job!"

"Uh, what…?" Eddie blinked rapidly, extremely startled.

"I'm not finished. This is your fault because if you weren't so gorgeous I'd still be completely in control of all my faculties! But you are gorgeous so I'm completely losing my mind. I can't stop thinking about you, ever. I wanna run my fingers through your hair and stare into your eyes and grab your hips and pull you close. I wanna—"

"You what!?"

"—your mouth and hear you moan. I wanna rip your clothes off and get my hands all over you so I can map every inch of your body and get to know it even better than I know my own. I want—" Buck's voice cracked slightly and he closed his eyes, taking a moment to swallow past the lump in his throat before continuing, "I wanna wake up next to you every day and cook your favourite meals whenever you want them and I wanna take you on the most romantics dates you've ever had and hold your hand and take your last name."

Sucking in a deep breath, Buck slowly let it out and opened his eyes again, fixing them on the TV in the corner. He could feels tears welling up in his eyes and tried to blink them away before Eddie would see them.

Eddie was silent.

After what felt like an eternity, Buck forced himself to look away from the TV and over to where Eddie was still sitting on the couch.

He looked like he'd just seen a ghost. Eddie's face was pale and his eyes were wide, staring in disbelief. Buck felt his heart race fearfully in his chest and suddenly his mind was full of oh god oh no I shouldn't have said anything I've ruined it all and he's never gonna be able to look me in the eye ever again fuck I should've kept my mouth shut I should've—

Eddie opened his mouth to speak, let out an embarrassing squeak, and went bright red.

Buck wished he'd retained at least one brain cell that could've told him this was a bad idea before making it to Eddie's house and spilling all his feelings into the air between them.

He was just trying to gather his thoughts into a semblance of an apology when Eddie abruptly stood and closed the distance between them with a single step. Buck's breath caught in his throat; Eddie's hands lifted to his face and cupped his burning cheeks.

Soft. That was Buck's first thought as their lips met. And then he had no thoughts – or at least none that were capable of being put into words. His skin was on fire, his fears were silenced, and he found himself with fistfuls of Eddie's shirt in his hands.

Time blurred as they kissed. It lasted a lifetime; it lasted a second.

Then Eddie pulled back and Buck stumbled, reality crashing down upon him as he clung to the front of his best friend's shirt and stared into those gorgeous brown eyes that could make him forget his own name.

"That was… um." Eddie swallowed nervously and let his hands slip down to rest on Buck's neck. "I mean… You rambled a lot. But… Were you trying to say that, uh, you're in love with me?"

"Didn't I say that?" Buck asked.

"No." Eddie shook his head. "You said a lot, but you didn't actually say—"

"I'm in love with you," Buck interrupted. He felt Eddie's fingers flex against his skin. "I saw you this morning and you were so fucking beautiful it just hit me. I'm in love with you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you."

Eddie's eyes shone, brimming with emotion.

"Good," he said after quietly clearing his throat. "Because I'm in love with you too."

Heart singing inside his chest, Buck shifted his hands to Eddie's hips and pulled him close. Their bodies fit together like one entity, thrumming in time with each other, and neither of them knew who initiated the second kiss.

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[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟤: 𝖠 𝖢𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇’𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌

the cast // series masterlist

chap. 1 || chap. 2 || chap. 3 || chap. 4 || chap. 5

word count: 3.6k+

tag list: @s0r0ws @starvviss @kjisbae17 @lov3rgirllll @starless-nightz @random-girls-loves

author’s note: so reader calls her biological parent ‘mom’ and percy calls his biological parent ‘mom’ too so they call their non-biological parent ‘mother’, i hope that’s not too confusing! anyways, i hope you liked this chapter! please don’t be a silent reader and interact within the chapter.

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ➴  ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ  ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ➴  ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ

‼️ DISCLAIMERS FOR THIS CHAPTER ‼️

Probably Left on a Cliffhanger ☺️

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ➴  ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ  ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ➴  ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ

Upon returning to New York, the scenery was cloudy, indicating a heavy rainstorm was expected. Once your driver reached the parking lot of your parents’ apartment, you two grabbed your bags and thanked the person. By the time you headed inside the apartment complex, the rain started to lightly pour down, casting a gloomy aura over the entire state.

You dug for the key in your bag, and opened the apartment door, letting Percy enter first and you after. Shutting the door behind you and discarding your bags on the floor as you wandered the apartment. It was scarily empty and silent for your parents to be home. You knew they both came off work early today since the school call, preparing for your return. So, where were they?

The siblings explore deeper into their home, expectantly hoping to see their parents until they notice two figures outside in the window, sitting in the rain.

At first, you froze, being caught off guard, but came to your senses when you realized it was just your parents.

Why were they in the rain? They know they can get sick, right?

Your blonde brother looked up at you before turning back to your unaware parents.

“Mom…” Percy hesitantly starts, “Mother.”

Your parents perked up at the familiar sound of the voice and began to climb through the window, now sheltered again, walking towards you two.

“We’re really sorry, we tried this time. You know how hard it’s been, but this time, it really wasn’t Percy’s fault, it really wasn’t my fault.” You rambled on, tugging on your newly done braids out of nervousness, desperate for them to believe you.

You expected a huge lecture from your mom for being reckless but you didn’t get your ear talked off. To your surprise, your drenched parents pulled you two into a tight hug, but confused as ever, you reciprocated the hug.

“We’re all wet, now,” Percy complains.

“I’m sorry, we’re just very glad to see you two.” They pulled away from the hug, grabbing the two nearby towels from the ironing board and drying themselves with it.

“They called me first.” Your mom points out, “He told me what he thinks happened with Nancy Bobofit.”

Hearing those words, Percy nods embarrassingly and looks down in disappointment.

“I told him I believe my kids, it was a real short call. I hung up on him right after too.”

For a minute, you and Percy both seemed relieved at that information, happy to know that your parents would believe you without any hesitation.

“Hey, all that matters is that you’re both here, okay?” Sally reassures you two, resting both hands on either side of you and Percy’s cheeks.

“Yes, all safe and sound too,” Jessica smiles gently, ruffling your hair, and observing your new box-braids hairstyle. There were some white small clamped seashell hair jewelry dangling in your hair.

“And… your mother and I had enough time to get you this. Think of it as a welcome home gift.” Jessica hands you a small cellophane gift bag and Percy is given the same from Sally.

While Percy’s bag contained variations of blue candies, yours was filled with multiple beach shells, both consisting of different colors, sizes, and shapes, each one expressing a personal unique symbolic nature behind. You gasped in admiration, shuffling the tiny bag in your hand, and observing the beautiful seashells.

“Oh, I love it, thanks mom!” You enthusiastically cheered, hugging the mini bag to your chest.

“No problem, sweetheart,”

Seashells. Since you could have walked, you collected seashells when you spent a day at the beach with your family, showing them off to your mother. Seashells reminded you of the ocean and kept you close to the ocean. It was the one piece of sanity life blessed you with, out of all the absurdity you experienced, seashells at the beach kept you calm.

Even though, there were some questionable moments like when a hermit crab began crawling and talking to you. Or when the fishes swam around you simultaneously like you were in control of them, never dispersing away until your command and not your small kicks of intimidation.

You didn’t know why you’ve always felt connected to the ocean, but you just were. Percy never felt connected to the water as much as you did, only settling with you on the shoreline whenever you’d make sandcastles. Let’s just say, it took your younger brother a couple more years to adjust to the aquatic environment. He’d only stay calm for bubble baths, comforted that someone was there to supervise him, but other than that, he’d throw the meanest temper tantrum ever to exist.

Luckily as the years passed by, so did his resistance to water. During your monthly beach visits, Percy enjoyed the ocean, still never lingering too far away from your parents’ sight. It was the way to keep himself safe and to avoid his parents and sister’s worries. Although he was the baby of the family, in which he loved all the attention from his sister and mothers, he needed his personal space.

“Mr. Brunner called me too. He told us about Grover. So you wanna talk about it?” Percy stayed quiet at the question, only keeping his head down to avoid his parents’ peering eyes. “Is there something else you wanna talk about?” She repeated herself.

“Something happened to me. Something has been happening to me…to Y/N too.”

“And it’s more than just our minds wandering and it got worse, so worse to that point where it actually felt real and everyone else is so blind to it or either ignoring it and it’s driving me crazy.” You explained.

“…We’re scared,” Percy admitted.

Your parents looked at each other, seemingly talking through eye contact. What’s with the secretive communication?

“We have a lot to talk about, but uh, that storm out there, it’s getting angrier, so let’s get ahead of it.” Your mom walked to the couch, grabbing her purse and jacket.

“We’ll talk at the beach, okay? You two, pack a bag, come on,” Your mother demands.

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There was a thunderstorm, lightning cracking heavily throughout the dark night sky and rainfall was pattering as you and Percy struggled to see ahead. In the far distance, there was a yellow source of light, probably a lantern illuminating its crooked figure.

“Who are you?” The mysterious figure croakily asked, “Two children so weak, so scared, so sad. Run away, little heroes before you two get hurt.”

Finally, the lightning cracks and you jump out of your sleep, indicating the end of the unusual dream.

The drive to the cabin was rough and rainy, the car front window made it difficult to see the road, but you all prevailed through it. Your mother, Sally, parks the car a few feet away from the house.

“We’re here.”

“Wait, we’re not running out in the rain, are we?” You questioned, sensing your parents’ shared glance and a smirk forming on Percy’s lips.

“Why, yes, dear sister, we definitely are.”

“Ok, everyone,” The family of four grabbed onto their own door handles, ready to hurriedly exit the car to win the race.

“1…2…3…Go!”

All four of the car doors burst open and everyone came running out of the vehicle, bags in hand and feet running in dirty mud as a mixture of laughs echoed in the air.

Reaching the cabin’s front door, stomping off the tracks of mud on the doormat as the family of four anxiously waited for your mother to search for the key and unlock the door, allowing everyone inside first.

Everyone took a shower to refresh themselves, and to prepare for the rainy night.

Your mother and brother were talking in the kitchen while you and your mom painted each other’s toenails in the living room surrounded by desk lamps and a fireplace, having your own conversation.

“Hey…Mom, I have a question.”

She remained focused, painting your pinky toe with precise detail, “Yeah, sure? What is it, sweetie?”

“Am I enough for you and mother?”

This made Jessica’s movements halt abruptly, slowly staring up at you.

“Of course, you’re good enough for me and your mother,” Her eyes squinted in confusion as she cleared her throat, looking down at the nail polish before closing it, “What brought this question on?”

“I was just wondering, y’know how Percy’s special all the time so everyone’s attention must be focused on him all the time…It's just that sometimes,” You sigh exhaustively, unable to arrange your thoughts into coherent sentences. “I feel like I’m so out of balance like I’m a huge burden to this family. I was meant to only be the protector of this family and nothing else in life.”

“You’re just as important as everyone else in this family. You are my firstborn child, my one and only daughter, I love you so much. I’m so sorry if me or your mother have neglected you to attend to Percy’s needs more. And we’ll both try to spend equally quality time with you and Percy.” Your mom reassures you, tears brimming in her eyes as she sniffles lightly, wiping the stray tears away from your cheek. “I’m so so sorry, you have to believe me. I never did anything to intentionally hurt you and I love you from the bottom of my heart. Yes, you may consider yourself as the protector of this family, but I don’t want you to carry that burden at such a young age.”

Overwhelmed by her emotions, your mom gently beckoned you over with a soothing hug, smiling softly when you hugged back. You nodded at the comforting feeling you’d been so absent from, wrapping your arms tightly around her shoulders, letting the remaining tears fall.

“I can tell you anything, right?”

“Yes, sweetheart, of course,”

At that, she disconnected the hug, disposing of the astray tears with a quiet sniffle.

“I also had a sinking feeling in my stomach all day, telling me….debating that something is going to happen, something horrible and I won’t be able to stop it in time, and I’ll regret it so much to the point where I convinced myself it’s all my fault. I’m so scared, Mom,” You whispered, shaking your head as the tears built up again, temporarily affecting your eye vision.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she frowned. “Listen to me that’s not going to happen, we’re all going to survive, I’m certain of it.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, baby,”

You held your pinky finger out, “Pinky promise?”

“You can’t trust my word?”

“This is just for my own good.”

She laughs, interlocking her pinky finger with yours, verifying the promise.

“Can’t go back on your word anymore.”

You let go of her pinky finger. “I never intended to.”

Another two presences entered the living room as your mom kissed your forehead, imprinting a faint dark red lipstick stain.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Percy asked, noticing your solemn face and slight tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s fine, Percy,” You hastily wiped the tears away with your long-sleeved shirt. You attempted to hide your sniffles with a couple of fake coughs but your brother remained unconvinced.

Sally turns to her wife, Jessica, with a questioning gaze and raised eyebrows at the sad sight of your crying face. Jessica tilts her head to the side, brushing it off and Sally nods in understanding.

“Y/N and Percy sit down, we have something very important to tell you.”

Percy squeezes himself into the same one-person chair that you were currently occupying and gives you a half-lipped smile.

“Talk?” Your mom stares at her wife, “About what?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I thought we agreed on this…—“

“Yes, I know we agreed but it’s becoming too dangerous for them to be in the dark for this long.” Sally explains, ignoring her children’s confused looks, “Percy just told me one of those creatures came for them in an unconscious state, we don’t have any more time to procrastinate on, it’s either now or never.”

Your mom deeply inhales sitting on the couch beside you and Sally sits on the other couch, beside Percy. “Fine.” She brushes the braid dangling in your face away behind your ear, partially caressing your cheek. “Just know me and your mother are doing this for your safety.”

It was almost as if your presence gave Percy the confidence to confess to your parents how he’d really been feeling these past couple of months.

“I’m used to feeling weird. I’m used to the world feeling weird to me. Like a puzzle with half the wrong pieces. I try to pay attention. I really try, but…then I’m daydreaming. I can’t help it. But lately…it hasn’t felt like daydreaming, it’s felt, I don’t know, more real, maybe?” Percy looks at you, “And when me and Y/N were at the museum–“

“You saw something,” Your mother, Sally assumes. “Something that felt real to you and your sister, but no one else could see?”

“What did she say to you?”

“Oh, this is beyond creepy ass shit,” You whispered to yourself.

Your mom overheard your comment and nudged you to the side with a demanding gaze. “Who told your ass to start cussing?! I never said you could, and neither did your mother.”

“She? How did you know it was a she?”

Instead of answering the question, your mother deflected by asking another question. “Do you know why we come to this cabin every year?”

“Because it’s near the septic tanks, so it’s cheap.”

“Ewww, is that the reason why we visit here?”

“Mom, how did you know about that thing we saw?” Percy insists on his question, desperately awaiting an honest explanation.

“We come to this place every year because this is the place where me and Sally met your father,” Jessica concluded.

“Our dad? What does that deadbeat man have to do with this? Any of this absurdity going on with me and Percy’s lives?” You asked.

“A long time ago, I met a man, here on the beach. He was wise and brave and kind and noble.”

Oh great, a story time on how they met your father. If he was so fucking great, then where the hell is he now?

“It’s not great to give him all that credit, my love,” Jessica disagrees, “It was the bare minimum any man could do for a woman.” See, even your own mom agrees with your perspective on him.

“Anyways…do you want me to finish this or do you have it?”

“Oh no, I have nothing nice to say about that asshole. So please, my love, continue.”

“From that moment, I saw that I had never met a man like him before and neither did Jessica. And then I realized he was unlike any man I had ever met before…because he wasn’t a man at all. He was a god.”

To be honest, it took you and Percy some time to actually recognize the hidden meaning behind her secret.

“…You fell in love with God? Like…— like Jesus?”

“Oh my god, we’re Jesus’ children,” you said, leaning back into your chair. “I- I don’t even know what to say right now! I'm at such a loss for words.”

“No you’re not Jesus’ children,” Jessica clarifies quickly. “And not God. A god. Y/N and Percy, the stories that me and your mother have told you about Greek gods and heroes and monsters, they are real.”

“Mom—“

“In those stories, we have told you about how gods and mortals would sometimes have children together…”

“Mom, please, stop..” You pleaded but she didn’t listen.

“Those children are called demigods…and sometimes they are known as half-bloods.”

“That’s what the monster called us.” Percy recalls, “Last I checked I wasn’t no reptile,”

“You idiot, that’s cold-blooded, a reptile.” You corrected your brother with a roll of your eyes, “She called us, half-bloods? Is that supposed to be an insult or a threat to our lives, Mother?”

“A threat, definitely a threat,” The brunette woman answered.

“For which one?”

“Which one do you think, Percy?”

“This is no time for guessing games, you two!” Your mom shouts, her attitude getting the best of her.

“What’s happening?”

“You two are half-bloods and half-bloods are not safe in the world.”

“You mean we’re not safe in your world, the human world. There’s a magical or supernatural world built for people like us, right? Is that what you’re implying?” You summarized.

“Yes, that’s exactly it!” Sally nods reassuringly, “Attagirl, babydoll,”

“Once they reach a certain age and they begin to understand what they are, terrible forces are drawn to them, driven to harm them before they can become strong enough to fight back. That is what you two have been feeling. It has always been a part of who you are, it was always coming, your mother and I just—“

“Why are you telling us this now?”

“I know that this is hard to understand, but you have to believe us that this is real.”

Percy jumps up from the chair, startling you a little by his random outburst. “No, this is crazy, okay? I am not a god. Y/N’s not a god. There is something wrong with my brain. I understand that I’m weird, believe me, I get it, but I’m afraid something may be really broken now.”

“Oh, baby, no—“ Jessica whispers, reaching her hands out for Percy’s with tears forming in her eyes.

Why is everyone crying all of a sudden?

“And now you’re telling me stories like it’s gonna make it okay? Well, I’m not a baby! I know there’s no such thing as monsters or gods and I know for certain that there is no such thing as demigods.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, my naive blondie of a little brother, why would they lie about that?” You shrugged, sarcasm laced in your tone, “It’s not like they’re being hunted and killed for accepting being a demigod, oh right, that’s happening now!”

Interrupted by rapid knocks on the cabin door made you jump a little in surprise and everyone looked at the door.

“Who’s there?”

“Mrs. Jackson or Mrs. Matthews? It’s Grover.”

It was Percy’s best friend, Grover.

“Grover?”

“What is Grover doing here? Please don’t tell me he’s one of us.”

“More complicated than that.” Sally whistles, scratching the back of her head.

“This is a little time-sensitive. Could someone maybe open the door?”

“What is he doing here? I don’t wanna see him.”

Your mom, Jessica, got up from her seat and went to open the door. She opened the door halfway, talking to Grover, keeping the conversation low.

“We asked to have the night with them, you said we could all leave in the morning.”

“Sorry, I’m early, but I didn’t have any choice. Things have changed, this is all developing a lot faster than we anticipated.”

At that, your mother, Sally got up and walked over to the front door.

“Early?” You and Percy shared confused looks.

He was soaked from the rain and hurried inside the cabin, incoherently talking about revealing the big secret.

“You should asked me before you—“

“Whatever it is you’re gonna say, I don’t wanna…hear it. Grover...” Your eyes trailed down to his lower body. At first, you gasped in bewilderment and disgust but were unable to display another reaction to this current crisis.

“Percy.” Grover briefly acknowledges the blonde boy.

“Okay, so something’s coming.”

“Grover…”

“And I know that sounds really bad.”

“Grover…?”

“But the important thing is not to panic.”

“I’m not panicking.” Jessica retorts.

“Great! I’m also definitely not panicking!”

“Grover, you’re a terrible liar,” You snorted.

“I feel very good about how we’re doing so far—“

“Grover!” Percy exclaims, waringly looking down at his friend’s lower body, or rather the lack thereof. Shockingly enough, his lower body wasn’t one of a human’s but one of the legs of an animal, specifically a goat.

“What?” Grover snapped, turning his head to the siblings, hitting his hoove against the wooden floor.

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

“Oh, it’s...” The young boy looked down at his own legs.

“Did your mom fuck a goat or something?” The question had to be asked, but it yet remained to be answered.

“Oh! Oh boy, your parents didn’t tell you about…” He trails off, turning to them, “You didn’t tell them about me?!” He shouts accusingly.

“You’re early.” Jessica sucks her teeth.

“Very early.” Sally includes.

“So, the important thing is not to panic…” Grover sends an uneasy smile your way. If anything that made your anxiety skyrocket through the sky.

“Oh, we’re not panicking, well at least I know I’m not.” You paused, staring at your brother’s dumbfounded face, “I just have questions, and a lot of them.”

Percy continued to analyze his friend’s goat legs and skeptically stared at his face.

“We’ll continue this in the car. Let’s go,” Sally ushers everyone out of the cabin and Jessica grabs the car keys.

“Y/N and Percy bring your bags.”

You groaned internally, it seemed as if you were just lugging that one bag everywhere.

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[new-and-disturbed-theorist]

Spoilers for Night Swan Prequel event

What the event confirms without argument:

- Leda is the Night Swan’s real name. We been knew.

- Leda is originally from Earth. Biggest plot twist of the year AND confirms that this is what the former Loremaster meant when she said that The Night Swan and Sara had something in common.

- The Traveler brought Leda to the Danceverses and taught her how to open portals. Probably other Flow Magic as well, but point is, as I said before, everything that happens in the story mode is ENTIRELY THE TRAVELER’S FAULT

- That Night Swan and the Traveler were in love at one point in their youth. *gag*

- That at one point, they broke it off. *yay*

- At one point after breaking it off, Leda went on her own and became obsessed with perfection, and with a little helping of Dark Flow, became the Night Swan we know, we love, and serves today.

- That Discoball existed before Wanderlust. This is the biggest question mark of the event, since Discoball was first confirmed to have been created by the Traveler to appease Wanderlust when he was a kid. This could mean that either The Traveler lost the Discoball that brought Leda to the Danceverses and made a new one for Wanderlust or, what I think most likely, that the Traveler gave Wanderlust his own Discoball instead of creating a new one out of thin air, and in the comic we see him just conjuring them instead of building her from scratch.

What the event DOESN’T confirm:

- Whether or not Jack is the Traveler’s son. There’s no hide or hair of him ANYWHERE in this event that I could find (edit 1: unless you count “If You Wanna Party” and “Swan Lake” but they’re not new info and have nothing to do with this point, so I ignored them). The tasks and rewards are from Wanderlust’s explore section and not Jack’s shine, which would be expected from a Night Swan event considering most Night Swan related rewards come from him (Like Majesty). Point is, Jack has little to no connect to this event (edit 2: refer to edit 1). You could imply that he is, but implication is not confirmation. If anything, this could be proof that Sara and Jack are siblings more than Wander and Jack, cause now Sara and Jack have more in common (edit 3: Jack and Sara being siblings has as much evidence as Jack and Wanderlust being siblings, which is little to nothing. This is a massive joke that I’m going to run with until Ubisoft dares ruin it for me). Could this change with a new social media post by the team? Yes, but for now, we can exhale in relief.

- That the Traveler cheated on Si’Ha Nova. This will probably be clarified by the team later, but based on how young the two look, it’s safe to assume that Murder on the Dancefloor happened MANY years prior to the Traveler and Si’Ha meeting for the first time. What that means for their relationship is still to be seen.

With that out of the way, I can safely deploy this meme.

#We survived gang #notthefather #just dance #just dance 2024 #night swan jd #night swan just dance #the traveler jd #the traveler just dance #night swan the prequel

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Harry and Meghan's Archewell Foundation is banned from raising or spending money after it is deemed DELINQUENT for failing to pay fees and submit records | Daily Mail Online

We always suspected that Archewell was dodgy as heck! And that the real purpose of the "charity" was to help fund H&M's lifestyle

A bunch of anons are asking me about the latest report to Archewell and what I think so…

As I wrote in my “What a February” post, the launch of the new Sussex website was a rebranding effort. I theorized then that Meghan was phasing Archewell out because it flopped as a brand and at the time, mid-February, Archewell had just failed its trademark application for the fifth and final time. So the writing was very much on the wall that Archewell is/was going away and that they were spinning up a new Sussex organization as its replacement.

Now I’m even more confident that Archewell may eventually be phased out because it’s even more public that there are serious problems behind Archewell, problems that affect its ability to function as a nonprofit charity. It’s only a matter of time. I expect this is the tip of the iceberg when it comes to their financial and asset management; remember, Meghan filed for bankruptcy once (before Harry) and that is something that sticks around for a good long while. Declaring bankruptcy isn’t always bad thing and there are people who do turn their lives around and get their finances back on track, but when you have a history of financial mismanagement and now things like this are happening? You’re delinquent on payments and reports, there are allegations of fraud and mismanagement, and your leadership at a previous charity was investigated by another country’s oversight board?

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. Or, I guess, in the Sussexes’s case: A shiny new website marks the spot to dig.

The bottom line is that Archewell has problems, the watchdogs are watching, it’s getting tough out there, and the Sussexes are squirming. You can tell by their statement, which is classic Sussex deflection: it’s the AG’s fault their check wasn’t processed in time.

Which is actually pretty revelatory on its own. That they couldn’t (or didn’t) send the check until just before the deadline suggests they don’t have liquid assets in Archewell or an expense account for basic operating expenses and they were scrambling to find the $200 to put in the account so the check didn’t bounce. So despite having $2 million in charitable donations received (or whatever the number is), none of that money is liquid or earmarked for basic operations - it’s all tied up elsewhere and that’s just not good. It leads to questions, and scrutiny, like “where is the money really going?” or “who’s paying for the staff if you can’t pay your annual registration fee?”

I bet if the right person dug into that, they’d uncover quite a few skeletons that the Sussexes want to stay buried so they can win (a one-sided) War of the Waleses against William and Kate.

#archewell #brf #sussexes #theories

[j-schlutt]

Maybe some supportive Schlatt after the reader screws up really bad and loses some of her friends? He doesn't take it too seriously at first, but as she explains that she's at fault, he realizes that she's not always that bright sunshine he's thought her to be, and that makes her even more special to him?

They're both so flawed, but he absolutely loves her either way because everyone makes mistakes <3

i can totally see schlatt not taking it seriously at first cause that’s how he is but once he learns that it’s affecting you heavily he’s so supportive :(

i hope i did your request justice! thank you so much for sending one in! <3

Schlatt knew that the situation with your friends was affecting you, but he didn’t realize how much. He knows you as the strong, loving, and radiant partner you are to him. Since you’ve always presented yourself as the brightest person in his life, he has rarely (or ever) seen that persona crack.

So when he came into the bedroom to see you crying, he didn’t know how to react. He’s never been good with emotions. But, since it’s you, he had no problem trying to comfort you. All he wants is for you to be happy.

He creeps steadily over to your shaking frame near the end of the bed, squatting down to be level with you. “What’s wrong, toots?” He knew the question was stupid, so after he said it he winces, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

“Nothing it’s stupid… I’m stupid…” You say in between batted breaths, wiping your tears off your cheeks to appear fine. Your anxiety worsens as now your boyfriend has seen this side of you, the one that had also lost your friends.

He reaches up to grab your hands with caution, not wanting to startle you or do the wrong thing. When your hands rest in his, he looks back up to you, thinking about what to say next, “You’re not stupid. It’s not stupid if it’s making you upset.”

“I’m just not supposed to be like this…” Your head is still down, eyes focusing on your lap to avoid the concerned eyes of your boyfriend on you.

“Like what?”

Biting your lip, you think of how to phrase it, “I just don’t want you to see this side of me. It’s all my fault that I lost some of my friends cause of a mistake I made. It’s not your problem to deal with my emotions…”

His whole mindset of you shatters. But, not in the way you feared. You hid your feelings from him in hopes to not overwhelm him, but the reality of the situation was that he wanted you to be able to come to him for comfort. He realized his mistakes of not presenting himself as the most comforting person to you, while also realizing that you had made mistakes too in this situation. His love for you grew once he realized that you were both flawed, it made the relationship appear more real to him. He’s always perceived you as completely flawless, but this made him realize that he was wrong. “Oh, toots…” He reaches up to pull your hands to his face, kissing them. “I know that I’m not the best person with emotions, but I don’t want you to hide from me. You don’t have to. I could never see you differently no matter what… Unless I actually turn fully gay or something like that…”

A smile appears on your face at his lame joke at the end and he smirks back at you. “You’re an idiot,” you joke back.

A wave of silence falls between you two until Schlatt speaks up, “Why don’t we go to that new ice cream place down town and talk about it all? I can even give you some of my own advice?”

You let out a breathy laugh, wiping the remaining tears off your face, “Yeah, we can…” You finally look up at him, seeing his eyes focused only on you. “Thank you,” you mumble.

“For what?”

“For being you.”

#jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt angst #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt imagines

[comradekatara]

Hi! Sorry if this has been asked before/you’ve answered this before, but I’m curious what you think of how Sokka acts just… overall.

To me, he’s always read as being someone who’s emotionally repressed, and doesn’t quite know how to deal with his emotions and blames himself for a lot, and micromanages as a way to try and overcompensate for things in his past that have been out of his control. (And he’s definitely a prodigy. I don’t think that, especially after the massacre, the southern water tribe would have many scrolls to read on, so it’s my personal hc to believe he taught himself physics lmao. But even without that, definitely a prodigy.) Who is, unfortunately, doomed by the narrative. But he’s still a loving guy, and very protective over his family.

But I’d love to see how someone else sees it! He’s one of my favorites ever lmao.

sorry for leaving this ask to fester in my inbox for over a month (hastily shoves away the asks i’ve been sitting on for multiple years) but at the time I had received a bunch of asks about sokka’s tormented psyche in quick succession, and I was trying to get through those first before approaching this broader, more open-ended question. I mean, obviously you could always just peruse my sokka tag, because at this point I’ve clocked so many hours analyzing him that it’s actually quite dire, and I’m pretty sure that you already have. but if I was to distill “sokka’s whole deal” into a few key sentences, I would first emphasize that his survivor’s guilt/martyr complex really underscores who he is and how he operates in any given situation in a crucial way.

I don’t think any of what you said in this ask is remotely incorrect, for the record, but focalizing the formative traumas that defined him: his mother’s sacrifice, and his father then passing that mantle onto him (in fairness, not deliberately on hakoda’s part, but when kya sets such a blatant precedent for what it means to “protect your sister,” it’s hard not to internalize that logic). he feels personally responsible and implicated in every single thing that could go wrong, because unlike katara, who (very understandably) gets angry when bad things happen and are done to her, sokka gets guilty. he was never able to process his grief in a remotely healthy way, so he has internalized that his singular role above all else is to die so that others may live, without ever actually acknowledging that this mentality is a byproduct of his trauma (because, like you said, he is absurdly repressed), and he feels guilty every time he is unable to prevent anything bad that happens to anyone he cares about, whether it’s remotely his fault or not.

he wants control over every situation because he feels responsible and thus guilty no matter what happens. not only is control the one thing he has, but he’s even more controlling when leaving his tribe because unlike with his grandmother, whom he trusts, he does not trust 99% of people on the planet, and is constantly wary of any ulterior motives they may have (which is why it’s a very good thing that all his friends are so sincere it’s almost concerning), or just their sheer stupidity leading them (and him by association) into trouble (in fact I think sokka would far rather ally with a two faced bitch than with an idiot, because at least you can reason with a two faced bitch). as katara rightfully points out (frequently), sokka is a paranoid cynic, but it’s hard not to be a paranoid cynic when the last time you had any shred of hope whatsoever is when you thought the southern raiders were retreating from your village and then you went home to find your mother’s charred corpse in the living room.

moreover, his trauma at the hands of imperialist violence has informed so much of who he is to the point that he genuinely feels that he isn’t, because that’s how throughly he has been dehumanized by the fire nation’s colonial project. it’s not just that he feels worthless, it’s that he feels unpersoned. due to assuming the mantle of protector before he was old enough to form a coherent sense of self, that role became his entire sense of self, and now he feels that he is nothing more than a shield with which he can protect katara (and others, but mainly katara), and can’t detach himself from that role even though it’s unhelpful and unhealthy, because (in his mind, at least) it is truly all he has.

so in summary, he’s a paranoid, miserable, depressed misanthrope who is repressing a fuck ton of grief and trauma to simply get through the day, including the fact that he feels it is his duty to die for his people and his loved ones—especially katara, to the point that he has an unhealthy codependent attachment towards her because he stakes his entire identity to her existence—and has no sense of self beyond his role as provider, protector, and (inevitable) martyr. obviously that’s just what his deal is psychologically, which is different from his personality (cue the, here I was thinking he’s just a fun, silly guy!) but you will also never get anywhere in understanding sokka if you think that he somehow has less trauma than katara, rather than the fact that unlike katara, who is able to process her emotions in an open and healthier way, sokka simply ignores it. but he also does a pretty bad job of hiding it most of the time, because he literally acts like a trapped prey animal in basically every situation once you look past the sarcasm and witticisms that provide his favorite tried and true coping/deflection mechanism. you just have to care enough to look past the surface, which most people don’t, including himself.

#luriuan #asks #sokka #analysis #obviously I have so much more to say but I’m pretty sure I’ll never stop stuffing the sokka + analysis tags with my thoughts so … tbc .. #cptsd fish…. swimming in circles #hes just a nice silly guy who kills people sometimes don’t worry about it

[castiwls]

the prophecy - s.w

Paring; sam x reader

Prompt; 'please change the prophecy'

Requested;anon? (i can't see the req in my inbox so if it was you and you didn't req on anon pls lmk)

Notes;so sorry this took so long <3 p.s reqs and inbox are open again :)

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

Love had always been a complicated thing. It seemed to come easy enough yet slip away even easier. Sam knew falling for you could be a fatal mistake for both him and you, yet he did it anyway.

He ignored that voice in the back of his head which picked and picked at him about how asking you out would only end in heartache. How being around him put you in danger, how simply knowing his name placed you in danger.

The voice continued to nag at him every waking moment. It reminded him constantly that every day could be your last, that when you met your end it would be his fault.

“Sam.” A hand on his chest pulled his attention from his thoughts. Your smile was bright as you lay on your side gazing at him. Pushing yourself up you lent your head on your hand. “What’s wrong?” 

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep.” He spoke quietly. You hummed quietly looking at the wall for a moment. “Really?” You looked back to him moving now to sit up fully, crossing your legs under you.

You knew him too well. Taking one look at him was enough for you to know that something was up. That the voice inside his head was winning again. 

“I’m fine. Seriously.” He sent you a weak smile reaching out to place a hand on your thigh. 

“No. No your not.” You shook your head. 

He let out a quiet sigh before moving to sit up against the headboard. He would never admit to you how he really felt. Admitting it would only make it real and he was determined to prove those thoughts wrong.

He was determined to keep you safe. To break the pattern.

He opened his arms reaching out for you. Taking the hint you moved into his arms, falling back against his chest your legs tangling with his. “I’m not gonna die.” You whispered after a moment.

Your words caused his breath to catch in his throat. His arms which were wrapped around your middle instinctively squeezed you closer. “Don’t say that.” He mumbled pressing his face into your hair. 

Ice-cold fear ran through him as he tried to calm his breathing. People had said that to him before. Most of those people ended up dead.

Sam had never asked for much in his life. Food, a warm place to sleep, all the normal things anyone wanted. His wishes had always included someone who could give him that love and affection he craved so desperately and now he had that the thought of losing it left him frightened in a way he’d never been.

“I mean it. I’m not going anywhere.” You turned your head slightly, moving your arm back to gently cup his face. “Promise me…promise me you’ll stay.” He stared down at you, eyes wide like a child who was afraid of the dark.

Accept it wasn't the dark he was afraid of.

“I promise.” 

He squeezed his eyes shut holding you impossibly closer as you gently stroked his cheek.

Maybe you were right. Maybe you were the exception, you would be the one who stayed. You’d be the one who he managed to keep safe. He knew nothing was for certain, no one could tell the future. 

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #spn fanfic #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester angst #sam winchester drabble #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x female reader #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester headcanon #sam winchester fluff #jared padalecki x reader #jared padalecki #spn angst #spn x you #spn x y/n #spn x reader #spn imagine #spn fandom #spn reader insert #supernatural imagine #supernatural drabble #supernatural headcanon #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #.mine

[buriedpair]

Taking a Gamble

Amias/Edge x GN Reader

Living in Amias’ home has been one of, if not the most frustrating thing Edge has ever had to do. If anyone had even an inkling that he didn’t hate Amias before, there’s no doubt it’s been snuffed out now.

The guy hardly takes care of the place. It’s massive, and even still a mess can be found around every corner. There’s never food in the house, even though Edge knows Amias has the money for it. 

What’s worse is that you’re here too. Not that’s an issue in and of itself, but he wants you to be anywhere else. This place is not befitting of either of you. Though, he has to admit that his own apartment is probably not much better. It may be empty, but at least it’s clean.

Edge had wrongly assumed that Amias’ home would be an ideal place to keep you. Though, partly because he was tired of living off of ramen and redbull. Yet, Amias seems to eat those things just because he can’t cook… How dare he force Edge into this situation.

It’s Edge’s day off, and there’s no way Amias is going to leave you at home with him. So you sit sandwiched uncomfortably between the pair on the couch.

“How was your day?” Amias asks after a moment, nudging you with his elbow.

“You’ve been here for all of it, as usual.” You sigh in frustration. The days the two of them stay home are the worst of them all. The collar around your neck flashes incessantly from the corner of your eye. You grumble under your breath. These guys are the worst.

Edge’s hand tries to sneak its way into your own, and you pull away as soon as you feel his skin on yours. Edge makes a noise of discontent, glaring at Amias like it’s his fault.

“You know, if you didn’t ask such stupid questions and kept your house in decent shape, maybe they wouldn’t be so frustrated all the time.” Edge scoffs, pulling you into his chest and away from Amias.

“Are you dying to pick a fight, Edge?” Amias glares in return, taking your forearm in his hands and yanking you away from Edge.

“Ow! Hey, can you–” 

“Maybe I am!” Edge grabs ahold of your other forearm, pulling you back toward him.

“That’s enough!” You shout, standing and pulling your arms back toward yourself. You turn and scowl at the two of them, your hands shaking.

Edge looks less than amused at your outburst. He shakes his head in disappointment, clicking his tongue. 

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” Amias hums, standing and approaching you. You step back as your breathing grows heavier. You’ve fucked up. Bad.

“I-I didn’t mean to–” You begin, stopping short as your legs hit the side of the coffee table.

You turn to run, but Edge has made his way to the door, completely blocking any escape from the living room.

Amias’ arms find their way to your waist. His breaths are short and needy.

“Yell at me again.” He mutters, leaning impossibly closer to you. He feels warmer than usual as his fingers draw shapes into your back.

“You’re a freak.” Edge huffs, approaching you from the side and placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. His hands fidget with your collar, then wrap around your throat softly.

“I-I’m sorry. Please, please stop.” You beg, tears gathering in your eyes. Your airways are quickly restricted by Edge’s grip.

Desperately, you look toward Amias for help. Amias only looks at you adoringly, planting kisses all over your face.

You struggle, but to no avail. 

There’s no way out when they work together.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere boy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere boyfriend #yandere scenarios #bpedge #bpamias

[writingescapades]

Failure

A/N: As usual, I didn't like the way I ended this...

Despite your situation, you couldn’t help grinning at the sight before you. A puppet, with the power to destroy almost everything he came into contact with was sulking. Not just sulking, he paced the room, his feet clunking loudly. He knew you disliked the sound, which was why he put in the extra effort. Every so often his face would dart towards you, blue eyes piercing yours, as if he didn’t believe what he saw. He turned away as quickly as he looked, but the glare remained.

You knew what he wanted from you, but you didn’t feel like apologizing. You didn’t see the point. Looking back, you would do the same thing again, no matter how stupid the act was. The hotel had been raided. Everyone ran for shelter, but you ran towards the library. It needed to be protected from those who had nefarious intentions. The knowledge accumulated would be the seeds for further trouble down the road. So you ran and barricaded the door. It worked, until one of Simon’s beasts broke in. You would have been done for if P hadn’t run in after the monster and killed it. However, in the midst of battle, his back was towards a stalker, and they took their opportunity. Seeing what was about to happen, you ran and pushed the stalker. He faltered and in a desperate act, slashed at your arm. It was a distraction, but enough for P to get his baring and act. The stalker killed, P turned to you, anger brimming in his eyes.

In silence he dressed your wound, but you knew what question hovered in the air. Why did you step in? You could have died! He had a point. Even attacked from behind, P would have taken considerably less damage then if you were armed and ready. Everyone knew to hold out until P came. To let P take the brunt of the attacks. Yet still, you ran to protect him.

“I’m not going to apologize,” you said defiantly. “So, you can be as mad as you want”.

Your voice was strong, but you looked away as you spoke. Slowly, you stepped off of the makeshift bed and attempted to leave the room. You didn’t get far. P’s torso blocked you, and there was no way to push aside a being as heavy as him. So you looked at him and give a nervous smile.

P sighed. It surprised you. He never expressed exhaustion before. Did the fight really take a lot out of him? He should really go to Eugenie. You opened your mouth to tell him this when he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry?”.

The words were said clearly and slowly. You burst out laughing.

“You’re not sure?”

It was hilarious, watching P hesitate for once in his life. Always he knew what to do, even if he went in blindfolded into a fight. He never wavered, never reflected much. But now, you felt his hesitation in the arms that pressed down on your shoulders. You steeled yourself to embrace the weight. If you fell, P would never open up again.

“Failed”.

The voice was soft, barely heard. A tough word for a mechanical being to choke out. To fail meant to malfunction forever unless he was fixed. His failures did not carry human elasticity to change and grow. The events of the past few hours dawned on you, and you wondered when he began to feel this way.

He was looking down now, at his shoes. A schoolboy waiting for reprimand. For what? For saving us? The attack, the damage to the hotel, the injuries, his missing father, none of this was his fault. But it didn’t matter. We told him to be the hero.

You placed your hand over his and squeezed.

“You did not fail”.

P snapped his head up towards you. His face scrunched as he struggled to express his thoughts.

“You had to act,” he broke off, peering intensely at your face, desperately hoping you’d understand.

“You think you failed because I had to protect you?”

P nodded.

Oh we’re monsters.

“P, I would have acted whether it was you or someone else. It’s only natural to protect your allies, those you care about”.

You could see P processing your words.

“You, care about me?”

You gawked at him. Why is he focusing on that?

He pulled you in closer to him.

“Why?”

P’s curiosity was always intense. No number of answers could appease him.

“Because I like you”.

He pulled you in closer, making you centimeters apart. His head bent towards your ear.

“Why?”

This was getting off track.

“I’m beginning to wonder myself,” you muttered.

P couldn’t snicker yet, but his cheeky smile and the mischievous eyes relayed all. The tension eased and you found it easier to speak.

“I’m sorry for being reckless, but I can’t promise I won’t do it again”.

P leaned his forehead against yours, eyes piercing once again, but the anger was gone this time.

“No. Don’t like that”.

“Then you better keep yourself safe”.

P understood you meant your words in earnest, but it still struck a chord. A puppet was never told to keep themselves safe. Sophia and Geppetto always told him to be careful, but that didn’t stop them from sending P out on mission after mission.

“I--,” his voice stopped. He didn’t know how to respond. “I’m sorry”.

It was a default action buried too deep in his heart to fully understand. So he buried his head in your neck. He didn’t know what he was sorry for, but he didn’t know what else to say. But you seemed to understand as you gently stroked his head. He didn’t see the frown on your face as his words played around in your mind.

Until a few days ago, he didn’t even have life. There was no way he could make promises for the future. The only future humans seemed to want was a puppetless one. Would he even get to be a part of a puppetless world? He couldn’t promise you anything except the present. Which is why he got so upset. You moved in closed to give him a hug, and he all but leaned his weight onto you.

“I’m sorry P. I’ll take better care of myself. So please, keep striving to live”.

You felt him nod. He couldn’t promise you the future, but he could promise to put in every effort to survive and life to see another day. If only to spend it with you.

#lies of p #writing #lies of p p #pinocchio #lies of p headcanons #lies of p pinocchio x reader #lies of p fanfic #lies of p headcanon #P #pinocchio x reader #Lies of P #lies of p x reader #LoP #lop #lop x reader

[mj3llyfish]

Father!Adam + Daughter!Reader

Chapter 1: “Golden hour”

Ch.1

Warnings: Major grief, major character death(s), Family issues.

A/n: this just hurt to write 😭 Also I just wanna say Emily and Y/n aren’t together her, they’re just besties. I call my friends babe and refer to them as my girlfriends so I js put it here.

Readers POV:

It’s been weeks since the fight against hell. Dad still hasn’t returned, not home, not my phone calls, nothing. I tried calling Caine too but he hasn’t answered either, but I’m pretty sure he knows about it already.

*Knock Knock!!*

A quiet gasp leaves my lips when I hear the door knocking. Dad? Holy shit he’s here!! I quickly rush towards the door, slamming it open. Tears quickly form in my eyes, both from happiness and relief, he’s finally h-

Oh, it’s Emily and Sera. Emily doesn’t look too happy, that’s odd. Normally Emily looks happy to even exist, practically shaking with joy 24/7. But I get that she wouldn’t want to be smiling at a time like this.

“Hey y/n, how you’ve been holding up?” She asks with a concerned tone. I let out a sigh, stalling a bit before giving an answer “I’m doing alright” I shrug, attempting to hide the overbearing fear I’ve been holding for the past days. “May we come in? We just want to see how you’re doing, Caine has been busy for the past few days so we figured we’d drop by.” Sera insists, in her gentle and motherly voice. I guess it’d be nice to have some people over, especially at a time like this.

Third pov:

“So, what’s Caine been doing?” Y/n asks, “I’m sure it’s better than visiting your sister after your dad goes missin-“

“Y/n please!” Sera interrupts, almost angrily whilst Emily looks away shamefully. Sera sighs attempting to calm herself, “I know you’re angry, scared even, but Caine has been feeling the same way for weeks. He’s trying his best to find your father but luck hasn’t been on his side so far..” Emily stares into the table the 3 had been sitting on, while y/n looks away shamefully for saying such things about her dear brother.

Y/n looks back up at Sera, “F.. forgive me Sera. It’s just been, hard.” She says, asking for forgiveness as one does in heaven. “That’s alright,” Emily responds with a weak smile on her face “it hasn’t been easy for us either, your dad was a fun guy so now there’s sorta a sense of.. emptiness at the court.” Sera looks at the two, relieved that the tension has come down a bit. “Do you think Caine could use my help with finding dad? I’m sure I can help in some way! Please, I need to know if he’s okay.” Y/n asks desperately. But Sera isn’t sure about this. “Y/n, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be worried about your father. I mean, you seriously don’t look as fine as you think you do..” Y/n frowns at her response. “I think you should get some sleep, you look like you haven’t slept in days.” Sera suggests while Emily nods.

It takes a minute for y/n to respond, but she eventually comes to the conclusion that worrying about her father all week isn’t the healthiest thing to do.

Emily walks over to y/n helping her stand up from her chair, giving her a warm hug, Y/n’s cold body touching Emily’s warm arms. “It’s okay, we’ll find him babe.” She says smiling softly at her, y/n giving one back.

Flashback:

Adam lays on the soft clouds that is heavens land, staring at the sunset. He had been standing there for hours, completely still. “Dad?” Y/n says from afar, along with Caine. “Hey firefly’s..” He says to the pair, making a ‘cm’ere’ motion to them. The two oblige, sitting next to him.

“..you still upset about mom?” Caine asks, Adam looks down, tearing up a bit. “I.. I don’t know.” He says quietly. Y/n looks over at him with deep concern, “We miss her too Yknow, you don’t have to hide it.” She chuckles softly. But Adam’s feeling of loss felt different, like it was his fault, like he could’ve stopped it somehow. If only he was there, to stop Lucifer from giving her the Apple, maybe things would’ve been different. He remains silent, as his two sit there, waiting for a response of any kind.

Y/n and Caine look at the sunset that their father had just been staring at, “Mom liked the sunsets.. when we were alive.” Caine says trying to break some tension. “Yeah, she said she loved the way dad’s eyes turned golden when the sun hit them.” Adam looks over at y/n, a bit surprised, since this is something that he hasn’t heard before. “She said that?” Adam’s left over tears begin to flow down his cheek a bit, y/n looking as happy as ever, that her dad is finally talking. She missed his voice so much, “Oh right, I remember, she said it reminded her of oranges. Yknow, her favorite fruit.” Caine laughs.

Adam chuckles at the memory, it was like this but with Eve. And now, he’s able to recreate it with his kids, it was beautiful, the way the suns warmth hit them like a warm blanket. Y/n lays her head on his left arm, while Caine does the same, feeling the soft cloth that was Adam’s robe. “It’s okay dad, whatever we’ll go through, we’ll go through it together.”

Third POV:

Y/n wakes up from her long nap, both her forearms lying underneath her pillow while she slowly opens her eyes. The sunset shines through her blinds, touching her skin. She sits up, putting her tangled hair behind her ears, then staring at her window, remembering the time that her family, or at least what was left of it, was together.

She remembers how she always told her dad that it’s okay to grief, especially when you know that you’re not alone. But y/n was alone, or at least she felt like it. Sure it was always an okay to do, to mourn the loss of someone you loved, but what good is it doing so by yourself?

#Spotify #hazbin hotel #viziepop #x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin hotel #fanfic #au #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel emily #Caine #Caine hazbin hotel #adam #adam x reader

[asmodaywritesstuff]

Another one bites the dust! - Leon S. Kennedy

Comfort fic for yall, I know it didn’t win the poll, but the Ada fic is still in the making 😓

Tags: Sexual innuendo, fluff, hurt-comfort, re4r Leon, No established releationship, cRinGE

Read at your own risk, lol

You were scared for your fucking life in this Spanish village until he found you.

Leon S. Kennedy, here on the President’s orders to rescue his daughter. An American agent who was on the search for a blonde girl called Ashley – He found the both of you in the church and almost shot you. Luckily, Ashley told him about you. Otherwise, you would’ve most likely been left to rot in that damned building.

You had seen all kinds of fucked-up shit in the past few hours… or had it been days already? It’s easy to lose your sense of time in this shithole. Well, at least you weren’t the cults primary focus now since Ashley managed to get captured for the second time now and they didn’t really seem to care about you all that much. You were an offering from a random villager to Osmund Saddler himself, and it was clear that you were quite unimportant to everyone. While Ashley was gone, you stuck with Leon, and he gladly handed you a handgun to defend yourself with. Even bought it for you from the weird-ass merchant guy that was seemingly everywhere- What a gentleman.

It was clear to him that you were able to defend yourself, despite not being as good at aiming, you sure were a natural with the handgun. You even managed to save his ass like twice when some villagers attacked him from behind. In conclusion, you two were a really good team, if you could even call it that.

During the time you two spent together, you learned a lot about him. The S in his name stands for Scott- which you thought was pretty cute, even if you had mentally scold yourself for calling him ‘Leon Slut Kennedy’ in your mind. But who could blame you? The guy has huge fucking arms and a face that girls drool over. He looked like one of the models in those underwear commercials. Well, not that you would mind seeing him in his boxers.

To make it short, you may or may not have had a small crush on him.

And that made it even worse for you when you managed to get lost after you two split up. You tried to retrace your steps, but to no avail. You were lost in some huge-ass science lab while Ashley was dying here somewhere. Leon was probably busy kicking ass and solving riddles while you were being attacked and had to fight on your own. There were about 5 soldiers trying to kill you while you screamed for Leon to come get you. You were scared for your life, especially when your bullets ran out due to all the shots you missed.

Your hands were trembling too much. Scared for your life, you just ran past them, hoping to run into something you could use to defend yourself. But of course, luck wasn’t on your side. And that’s how you ended up crying in a lab corner ‘cause you were terrified of dying. Upon hearing some Soldiers yelling, you hugged your legs tightly and covered your mouth to stop the loud sobbing noises. You were at least hoping for a quick death as you heard footsteps. This was it.

But to your surprise, you saw Leon, panting and frantically looking around the room, most likely trying to find you. Slowly, you removed your hand from your lips, but when you wanted to call out to him, no sound came out of your mouth. It was fucking terrifying. Leon quickly spotted you, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, looking as frightened as ever.

“I- There were too many and I couldn’t..- I’m so, so sorry... You had to come here to get me instead of continuing your mission and it’s all my fault!” you apologized profusely, breathing heavily. You thought you were going to die. But he saved you. Again. He should have just left you in that church- You were nothing but an inconvenience to his mission. So why did he even bother saving you?

Gently, Leon gripped your cheeks to make you face him. You hadn’t even realised that tears were rolling down your reddened cheeks. Leon wiped them away with his thumb. “Hey- don’t cry. I saved you because I wanted to save you. You did nothing wrong- it’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too sometimes- but that doesn’t stop me from trying to stop bad things from happening.” He reassured you, voice smooth and gentle. He was too good at this.

You sobbed a bit as you extended your hand, Leon taking it and pulling you up in a fluid motion. He smiled gently, pulling you into a tight embrace and wrapping his big arms around you. The gesture made you blush.

“Come on, we gotta get going.” He whispered soothingly, releasing you and giving you a pat on the back like a dad. Funny enough, he wasn’t even in his thirties, and he already resembled a father figure. A daddy figure. As you liked to call it.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #Asmowritesstuff #fluff #shorts