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Silver Bells

Here we are guys finally made it to the sequel for Silver Thread. It is a Christmas fic. I had intended to write during Christmas, but Silver Thread took me longer to put together than expected, so I hope you don't mind reading a Christmas romance in spring. Hopefully, the Birds and the Bees will even it out as it's very much a summer romance! This post is going to be the master post so all the links for the chapters will be added in order here, but I think I'll still put the next parts at the bottoms of the chapters when they're available. Without further ado, here is the first official part of Silver Bells. Enjoy!

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Chapter List

Prologue

Chapter 1: Hot Chocolate for Two

Chapter 2: BUT HE ALREADY KNOWS HOW TO SKATE!

Chapter 3: Hugo’s Plan/ NO, Get Out of the Hot TUB!

Chapter 4: Orange is Not Her Favorite Color….

Chapter 5: Christmas Strife

Chapter 6: Silver Bells pt 1

Chapter 6: Silver Bells pt 2

Chapter 7: Constellation

Epilogue

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Prologue:

December 14th, 1985

Two pairs of eyes stared back at each other from across the still room, one pair was a deeply melancholy shade blue, and the other was a painfully somber shade of brown, but both were teary. The Los Angeles skies mirrored them through the obnoxious stain glass windows, thick, weighted grey clouds loomed across the dreary winter skies and smothered the sun. Looking like they might finally give away and weep over the city marking the end of the warm golden days of LA summer and the arrival of the cool rainy days of LA winter. Usually, the brown pair of eyes wouldn’t mind such a thing with the joys of Christmas, their favorite holiday, just around the corner. The brown eyes had thought this Christmas was going to outshine all their previous Christmases because this time the blue pair of eyes would be right by their side. But that was when the brown eyes couldn’t tell where they ended and where the blue ones began, back when their eyes were blended together to make a dusty brown-grey shade of purple. Soft and pretty, perfectly intertwined in a harmonious dance neither of the eyes wanted or ever thought would end but now the brown eyes were facing the reality that the dance was in fact ending. That the music was fading, and the warm, golden sun was setting on what they had declared their own little personal Eden. Damning their once flourishing garden, into a hellish, lonely eternal winter.

The blue eyes were denying this reality, they pleaded to the brown ones from across the room insisting that the music was still playing, the sun wasn’t setting, and the dance wasn’t coming to an end. The brown eyes believed the blue eyes when they said it last time, the night they swirled with sincerity and the deepest form of love the brown eyes had ever seen or felt. That night the blue eyes gazed up at them from where they knelt upon abodes of red rose petals that blanketed the floors of the Alhambra Suite at the Mission Inn with a black velvet box sitting in their trembling hands. Asking a question the brown eyes hadn’t really wanted to hear yet but gladly accepted because it was easier than accepting that their once loving relationship was now clouded in secrecy. White lies that grew in both number and size until the brown eyes found themselves questioning if anything the blue eyes had ever told them was true. If their love for each other was real, or if it was just a means to an end in the grand scheme of the vengeful plan the blue eyes had crafted and executed against the brown eye’s own kin.

“Veda baby, listen to me please I need you with me today…” Terry said, his blue eyes vulnerable and pleading as he knelt down in front of Veda’s slightly trembling form and let out a long-saddened sigh as they registered the tears welling in her brown orbs. It seemed all she did these last few weeks was cry, at least when she wasn’t holed up in one of the guest rooms. A shaky breath escaped her lip, her brown eyes were trained on her feet because she knew that if she met Terry’s gaze, she’d throw her escape plan out the window. She kept reminding herself it was too late to get the deposit back on the U-Haul she had Larry Park a few streets over just like it was too late to cancel her last-minute vacation rental. Though she wasn’t sure how running away to spend Christmas and her winter break in solitude up in the mountains of Big Sur could be considered much of a vacation. Veda already knew anywhere Terry Silver wasn’t, was absolute torture for her and part of her felt like she deserved to have a miserable existence for betraying him this way… leaving him this way when she was still completely in love with him was the hardest decision she’d make in her entire life. She tried to keep reminding herself that Terry had betrayed her first, that he lied to her directly and indirectly for months, that he had chosen to prioritize his relationship with John Kreese over theirs and that he had single handedly orchestrated a plan to make her little brother suffer behind her back. Some of those thing Veda might be able to look past if Terry didn’t seem to wholeheartedly believe he had done nothing wrong that everything he did was to benefit both her and John.

“I can’t Terry…you lied to me… you keep lying to me” Veda’s voice came out surprisingly firm even though she was physically shaking like a leaf and her stomach felt like it might empty itself all over the bedroom floor. A bedroom she once considered theirs though it looked like neither of them had slept in it for weeks. Truthfully that was because they hadn’t, while Veda was off sleeping at Zoe’s or in one of the bare guest rooms Terry wasn’t sleeping at all. Terry took a sharp inhale as he stared up at Veda with dilated pupils and slightly bloodshot eyes, he found himself wishing he could pour his heart out to her the way used to but that would mean admitting he had a problem and that was something he couldn’t face right now. His heart was heavy with more shame, guilt, and pain than he had felt even in those dark days he spent locked in a cage in the jungle.

“I know I lied and I’m so sorry baby girl but after the tournament today everything’s going to go back to normal, it’ll just be you and me again you won’t even see John. We can go to dinner at the roof top place, we can go to the pier, we can go to the museums, the Ranch whatever you want, sweetheart I promise. Just come with me, please” Terry’s tone is urgent and desperate as he tilted her head up so he could stare deeply into her eyes. They’re swirling with sincerity and desperation and Veda thinks for a second, he’s on to her and her growing need to get away from everything. Even if her need to run away and leave her life with Terry behind her wasn’t this strong she still couldn’t handle going to the tournament today she couldn’t watch Daniel go through the pain of being in Cobra Kai’s bad graces all over again.

“I don’t want to watch Daniel hurt, Terry and I can’t watch you do this…please don’t make me go.” Veda said just above a whisper as the tears in her eyes finally start to spill over. She sat unmoving as she felt Terry begin to wipe and kiss away the stream of tears from her cheeks, his kisses are tender, but his thumb is frantic as it brushes against her flushed skin. Terry breaths are coming out in nervous bursts of air as he tries to soothe Veda in the only way he’s ever known how. The fact that it doesn’t seem to be working scares him enough to finally consider the fact that he may be losing the love of his life this time and a last-minute spur of the moment proposal wasn’t going to fix it this time.

“Okay… you don’t have to go” Terry whispered, cradling Veda’s face in his hands he swore he felt his heart shatter as her brown eyes stared back at him looking lifeless and defeated for the time ever. Terry let out a shaky breath before leaning forward to place his lips on her forehead in the form of a long tender kiss as he contemplated just where to go from here. Losing Veda was never something he considered a likely possibility, he always swore he’d never let it happen, that he’d never let her go, that he’d make it next to impossible for her to move on or to ever be free of him. Yet now that the gravity and consequences of his action the last few months were finally catching up with him and the reality of losing her was more tangible Terry couldn’t bring himself to force her to stay. He knew the right thing to do today would be to skip the tournament, to forget John and his quest for revenge and just stay here and hold her until the look swirling in her brown eyes faded. Terry wished more than anything that he could, that he could forsake John and forget about Cobra Kai and get back to the blissful existence he had with his sweet girl before his old friend turned up asking him for a favor. Terry wished he had ignored John’s adamant advice about keeping Veda in the dark because it was clear from the get-go John Kreese was less than satisfied with Terry’s chosen beloved. The why of which Terry had yet to figure out but John sure looked happy when Veda showed up at the dojo in tears looking equal amounts hurt and betrayed.

“You don’t have to go just, please go to dinner with me tonight so we can talk about all of this okay, my sweet girl?” Terry pleaded; Veda let out a long sigh as she now felt her own heart shatter this time because it was clear to her Terry knew she was planning to leave.

“Okay, we’ll talk over dinner” she forced the words out like they were poison and refused to let herself acknowledge the way her heart fluttered when his blue eyes lit up and he peppered her cheek with adoring kisses. They both knew she way lying but neither of them felt equipped to talk about it as they danced on thin heart-breaking line of Terry showering her with affection and Veda sitting in his arms unmoving.

“Everything will be okay, baby girl I promise, you’ll see. I love you…” All Veda could do was nod as she thought of her response to his declaration but didn’t allow herself to utter the three words back to him. Even when his lips brushed against hers passionately, she waited until she heard his footsteps retreating down the loggia before she broke down into a fit of agonizing sobs. The sobs didn’t stop even when Margaret, Larry, and Milos came in the room to help her gather her things cooing reassuring words to her. They tried to assure her Terry would come to understand, that he could never hate her, that she wasn’t a bad person, but Veda couldn’t bring herself to believe a single word. Her sobs only intensified as she was failing to remember what things belonged to her before Terry was in her life and what things were only hers because of him. Margaret insisted she take them all, but Veda knew she wouldn’t be able to fit everything in her small student dorm at CalTech or the one she was supposed to occupy next fall at USC. The only thing she didn't keep was the ring he proposed with, the solitaire diamond didn't seem to shine the way it did that night as Veda sat it on the nightstand with a shaky hand. She let her eyes sweep across the room that she once called their before they settled on the promise ring she was still wearing on her right finger. Veda couldn't bring herself to take it off even after Terry gave her the engagement ring because she liked it a lot more and because it reminded her of a happier time in their relationship. Even now, even after everything that happened, she couldn't bring herself to it. So, she took one last shaky breath as she scooped the last of her belongings into her arms and walked out of the Ennis house for the last time.

The hours up until then seemed to pass by in slow motion and when the time finally came for Veda to hop into the truck and drive away, she felt numb. Utterly and completely detached as the three adults she had come to know and call friends pulled her trembling form into their arms. Silent tears were still rolling down her flushed cheeks as she hopped into the truck and turned the key in the ignition. Igniting a melancholy sounding engine just as the clouds finally gave away and wept, the first sign of an unusually cold winter swept through the treetops as Veda pulled the truck out of the long drive and on to the road. The soft patter of rain hitting the windshield and wet truck tires rolling on the pavement fill the silence of the car and Veda finds herself wanting to turn around but knows she can’t for reasons she doesn’t even fully understand yet. She reaches over to turn on the radio with a shaky hand and Joni Mitchell’s River lulls through the stereo in all its blue melancholy.

“…It’s coming on Christmas

They’re cutting down trees

They’re putting up reindeer

And singing songs of joy and peace

Oh, I wish I had a river

I could skate away on

But it don’t snow here

It stays pretty green

I’m going to make a lot of money

Then I’m going to quit this crazy scene

I wish I had a river

I could skate away on

I wish I had a river so long

I would teach my feet to fly

Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I made my baby cry

He tried hard to help me

You know, he put me at ease

And loved me so naughty made me weak in the knees

Oh, I wish I had a river

I could skate away on…”

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Veda dry heaves, feeling her stomach lurch and twist uncomfortably as she nears the expressway and Terry’s Rolls Royce Corniche comes into view across the street. She can make out his dark hair through the raindrops on his window and the distressed look on his face. She wishes she could run to him more than anything right now, to have him wrap his arms around her and listen to his heartbeat one last time....but she doesn't. She turns the truck onto the expressway as a fresh wave of tears and sobs overtake her.

Terry glances down at his watch before training his blue eyes on the traffic light, becoming increasingly agitated as its cycle seems to purposely want to halt his trek home. Though part of him knows his urgency to get there might all be for naught, he heard it in the way Veda spoke to him this morning and he felt it in the way she couldn’t bring herself to kiss him back. He saw it in her sad brown eyes and yet he couldn’t bring himself to do the only thing he ever wanted to do since she came into his life. He listened to John, a man he once considered his best friend and now he was trying to drive home to the only other person in the world that brought him an ounce of comfort even though he knew he lost her. Terry groaned, glaring at the traffic light as he aggressively turned the volume up on the radio to drown out his thoughts and sorrow as his foot finally hits the gas.

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“…I’m so hard to handle

I’m selfish and I’m sad

Now I’ve gone and lost the best baby

That I’ve ever had

Oh, I had a river

I could skate away on

I wish had a river so long

I would teach my feet to fly

Oh, I wish I had a river

I could skate away on

I made my baby say goodbye

It’s coming on Christmas

They’re cutting down trees

They’re putting up reindeer

And singing songs of joy and peace

Oh, I wish I had a river

I could skate away on…”

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June 14th, 1987

Terry sighed, leaning back on a patio chair with a book in his hands listening to the faint sound of the waves crashing on the beach below. He was surprised his father moved him to such a luxurious rehab center, to be completely honest Terry was surprised he cared enough to come visit him without giving him a lecture. In fact, he was rather nice to him during his last visit, Terry suspected Margaret probably knocked some sense into him the same way she’d done to him a month ago. Terry for once accepted her verbal lashing though he wished she had done it before Veda left. Though he’s not sure the coke would’ve allowed him to hear it.

Terry was pulled out of his thoughts by one of the counselors walking out of the house with someone lingering in the doorway behind them.

“Mr. Silver you have a visitor, a Lucille LaRusso” he said, Terry flew to his feet with a rush of emotions overtaking him as he looked to the doorway surprised. It was in fact Lucille LaRusso, the mother of his ex-fiancé and Daniel LaRusso, the boy he tormented for a few months on his war buddies command and on Veda’s behalf.

“Mrs. LaRusso, hello” Terry said awkwardly, his cheeks flushing in shame and embarrassment as he looked at her. He was fully expecting to get another verbal lashing or a slap to the face as she walked up to the patio table he’d been sitting at. He wouldn’t blame her if she did, he hurt both of her children, intentionally and unintentionally. Terry would be lying if he said Daniel basically handing his college fund over to Mr. Miyagi without caring about the affect it had Veda didn’t fuel him into accepting John’s request. Because it did, he’d already been planning on teaching Daniel some semblance of a lesson before John showed up but finding out that he was the essentially the catalyst behind a lot of the horrible things Dutch did to Veda had him seeking out a punishment he thought fit the crime. If Daniel hadn’t ended up in Cobra Kai’s bad graces Dutch and Johnny never would’ve sought Veda out, using an innocent girl as a means to get back at Daniel. To make it all worse Dutch took things a step further, beating her half to death on two separate occasions for daring to call him out for being the trash he is and was. Veda was unwittingly collateral damage in a month’s long feud, one she had no responsibility in creating yet she suffered the most in the grand scheme of things. Terry dealt with Dutch accordingly, but he still had nightmares of the state he found Veda in, curled up under his office desk on the verge of a GHB overdose. And it all started because of some feud her bratty little brother took part in, truthfully, Daniel got off easy in comparison. Dutch Howard was still sitting in a cell waiting for his case to go to trial in a few months, Terry had already exhausted every avenue he could to make sure Veda would never have to take the stand…

“Hi, Terry. You can still call me Lucille” she said reassuringly, taking him by surprise as she pulled him into a brief motherly embrace. Terry furrowed his eyebrows but gladly returned the hug because he can’t remember the last time, he’d gotten one, he wished Veda was the one giving it to him, but Lucille was the next best thing. Lucille pulled away giving him a soft smile before taking a seat at the table Terry sat down still feeling a bit awkward despite how happy he was to see her.

“Uh, what brings you here, did Maragret call you?” he asked curiously, Lucille shook her head pulling out the letter he sent to Veda a few weeks prior. Terry shifted uncomfortably when he realized it was open. “Oh, that, I um…” he trailed not sure what to say, since it was a thinly veiled attempt to win her back so to speak even though he knew he shouldn’t be dating anyone for at least a year after treatment was over. There was still only a select set of people he let influence his decisions and one of them was sitting next to him right now. Lucille gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“She didn’t read it, I did, and I thought it was important that someone came to see you while you’re healing. So, you better get used to seeing me Terry, next time I come I’m expecting a warmer greeting, young man. I’m also here because I thought that it was important for you to know what’s going on with Veda, I need you to understand why I’m not giving her this letter right now and why I need you to be patient with her. I also know you were the one that funded that program for Veda to go to USC, it’s a good thing you submitted it anonymously. I don’t think she would’ve accepted it otherwise; I know I don’t have to tell you how stubborn she is. Once she sets her mind on something you’ll very rarely talk her out of it” Lucille chuckled very obviously trying to lighten the mood after such a heavy statement, Terry appreciated her effort nonetheless, but his mind was reeling with all the things that could be wrong with Veda.

“Yeah, she is a true Taraus that’s for sure. How’d you know it was me?” Terry asked, trying not to seem as nervous as he felt, and let a slight smile grace his lips as he looked back at her. Thinking and talking about Veda still hurt him so much right now.

“You aren’t the only one with connections, Terry Silver. I may have agreed to go on a date with the Dean if he let me see the paperwork” she said proudly, Terry let out a genuine laugh for the first time in months, forgetting about his dread over the current state of his relationship with Veda for a moment.

“And that’s why Veda is so good at sweet talking people, huh, Lucille. How is USC going for her so far, she’s been there like a year now, right” Terry asked nonchalantly even though he very much wanted to know anything he could, though he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stand hearing, Veda was dating other guys yet. He always said she’d never find anyone to take his place, but he also said he’d never let her leave and in the end he did. She could do much better than him right now, that’s why he needed to do everything he possibly could to be better for himself and for her.

“School wise she’s doing great; she’s majoring in Business Administration with a focus on Entrepreneurship and Innovation and English Literature. Then she’s also minoring in art, art history, marketing, and surprisingly musical theater. I think she might be having an early midlife crisis right now, but she can actually really sing very well. I had no idea she could, she’s learning guitar and piano right now” Lucille said, Terry felt a slight twinge in his chest as he remembered the first time, he ever heard her sing. He still couldn’t listen to Fleetwood Mac without crying because he still pictured her head on his thigh looking up at him like he was the best thing ever created. He remembered the way her voice pulled him out of the jungles of Vietnam on the 4th of July like it was yesterday, it was hard for him to believe that would be two summers ago next month. Terry chuckled bittersweetly under his breath because it would seem they both developed a passion for music in their time apart.

“That’s funny, I’m learning piano too” he said, even in their time apart they were still doing things together it would seem; Lucille smiled but it faltered after a moment and Terry knew she was gearing up to tell him bad news. “Oh, you said she’d doing great school wise, but how is she doing otherwise…” Terry trailed, feeling a rush of concern overtaking him despite how much he didn’t want to hear if he had caused her more pain. Lucille let out a deep sigh, toying with the letter in her small hands.

“I mean she says she’s fine, but she isn’t, you know, as her mother I can tell she’s not and I don’t know how to help her. She won’t talk about it, Terry, she barely sleeps, and she eats like a bird. She’s lost so much weight, she’s so frail looking all she does is go to work or to school, she hasn’t seen Zoe and Rob in months, and they’re worried about her too. Then last week her doctor called me and asked if I was willing to check her into rehab because her lab results were a life-threatening kind of bad, he can’t give her a full diagnosis unless she has a psychological exam and Veda refused treatment. Obviously in this case I’m legally allowed to force her into treatment, I could but I just don’t think that’ll do much for her in the long run. I think she needs to hear it from you, Terry, hearing that you’re also struggling and getting help might give her more incentive to get better. I’ve read some of her journal entries and she feels really guilty for leaving you Terry, she thinks that you hate her for breaking her promise to you and she still loves you. I know you wrote this letter because you want to win her back Terry, but I think the best thing for both of you is time apart, to grow and heal. You both need to learn how to cope with things in a healthy way before you can be together otherwise something like what happened will just happen again and before you know it the love that brought you together is gone. I think what you guys need right now is to just be friends, you guys' kind of skipped that part. But the strongest relationships have to be built on something, you both got caught up in fixing each other and your problems instead of just helping the other through the problems. You can still love and support each other without coddling and trying fix the other person. Veda needs to just be a normal college kid right now and you just need to focus on getting sober. When the time is right and you’re both healed, you’ll know. So, I was wondering if you’d be willing to write her a different letter…” Lucille trailed, Terry wasn’t sure when he started crying, but he was, he felt the drops hit the back of his hand. Flooding from his eyes much like they had on her 19th birthday. Terry wordlessly nodded his head as he rushed into the house to grab a pen and paper.

The words, like his tears, flooded out of him, almost like some outside force was pushing him along. Terry knew what it was though, it was love, unconditional love. The kind of love he promised her would always be there for her when she needed it, and he intended to keep to that until the day died. He’d never stop carrying that torch for her, but he wanted her to be happy even if that meant it wasn’t with him. He scribbled across the paper passionately, toying with his promise ring, he could never bring himself to take it off.

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Dear Veda,

Hi sweet girl, I heard from a little birdy whose name rhymes with surreal, that you’re learning to play piano. You’re not going to believe this but so am I, it’s funny how even after our time apart we still seem to be so close together, we even picked up the same hobbies. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on the way our relationship ended, and I can’t go into detail in this letter, but I need you to know that the things that happened, the choices I made, were not your fault. They were my mistakes, Veda, I made them, if anyone should feel guilty and responsible it’s me, not you. You didn’t break your promises, I did. The first life lesson I ever taught you was that actions have consequences, losing you and Dynatox were the consequences of my actions. I understand that now, that’s why I’m trying to get better, for myself. I’m in a rehabilitation facility now and it’s really helping me understand who I am and why I’ve done some of the things I’ve done, some of those war and childhood wounds don’t hurt so bad now. What does hurt me though, is knowing how much I hurt you, Veda and to hear that you’re still hurting because of me kills me.

I once told you we were meant to happen regardless of time or circumstance, perhaps Romeo and Juliet weren’t the best couple to compare us to. Fate brought them together, but their lovesickness was ultimately what did them in because they thought they couldn’t live without the other and we thought that too. We stayed in our little bubble, and it prevented us from seeing that what we really needed was to just be there for each other, to help each other without coddling each other. Neither of us knew how to do that for whatever reason and that’s why us being apart right now is a good thing. We both needed time to grow, we must be better for ourselves before we can be good for each other. As much as I love you Veda, you were too young to be helping me get rid of my demons and I was wrong for trying to keep you in a relationship you were too young to be in, it took me a while to understand that while our love was real, our relationship was unhealthy because we both had unhealthy tendencies and coping mechanisms. I thought I was taking care of you, that I was protecting you, but what I was really doing was preventing you from growing up and living a life without me because of my own unresolved issues. I wasn’t just holding you; I was holding you back, you should’ve been enjoying your youth and finding your own place in the real world. I thought I was doing it because I loved you, but I was really doing it because I was afraid of being alone again. Now I understand that loving you means letting you live out your dreams even if they don’t involve me. I’m happy that you’ve found a place at USC, Veda, I’m happy you’re chasing your dream but I’m not happy that you aren’t living your life, that you’re not spending time with Rob and Zoe, and that you’re hurting yourself this way over me.

I recently read about The Red String of Fate, how God placed an invisible red string around the pinkies of two people that were destined to meet. It says the string may tangle, stretch, and twist in different directions but it doesn’t break regardless of time, place, or circumstance. That’s us, when I told you that my love for you was unconditional Veda, I meant it. You can live your life, see the world, be a reckless kid, break the rules, or find someone else to love if that’s what you need to do because it won’t change the way I feel about you, it won’t change the fact that the place next to me belongs to you, and it won’t change the fact that I don’t mind waiting for you. I’m sorry for putting you through all of this, I never wanted to hurt you, and I’m not expecting you to forgive me anytime soon, but I hope someday you might and that we can at least be friends. That ball is still always in your court though, Veda and I just needed you to know that I’m here for you whenever you need me. I’m not mad at you for leaving and I could never, ever, hate you. You did the right thing, I never would’ve been able to accept the fact I made a lot of bad decisions if you had stayed because, like I said, just being with you was a reward for me. I never would have gotten help if you hadn’t Veda and now, I hope this letter will encourage you to get some help of your own. You deserve to heal, and you deserve to be happy, Veda, all I ever really wanted was for you to be happy. Even if you can’t forgive me, could you at least do that and not just for me Veda, do it for you.

Love you always,

regardless of time or circumstance,

Terry

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Huiii!!! :))) I really have so many ideas for u but I’m sure you have so much but this has been sneaking up into my head lately but could you write something about Gamer Yunho !! 🧎🏽‍♀️ something about that side of him really turns me on. 🤦🏽‍♀️

a/n: i am so mad right now bc i cannot find a gamer!yunho pic 😭 he should really post some of it, cuz we all know how that would break us all 🙈

Okay imagine this...

Jeong Yunho sitting on the carpeted floor, crossed leg, slightly hunched over while his eyes are completely focused on the large tv screen.

He's wearing an oversized shirt, loosely hanging over his lean figure that had his collar bones showing (don't we all wish to bite that, no?). Jersey shorts that are showing a good amount of his thigh skin.

We all love pain, do we?

Watching him knot his brows, squint his eyes and bite his lips unconsciously is undeniably hot.

So what do you do?

Approach him. Seduce him. Get him all hot and bothered that he won't be able to deny you.

"Yunho, baby." you tried catching his attention to no avail, so you gave it a shot once more, but when he really can't take his eyes off the monitor, you have to go beyond greater lengths.

Thus, you stood up from the sofa, standing right in his peripheral vision.

And what did you do?

"Gosh, it's so hot." you mused, haphazardly removing your t-shirt and throwing it on the floor, that certainly caught Yunho's attention. His eyes widening at your display of skin, pupils roaming to your exposed backside.

"Oh no." you feigned a gasp, "Now it's cold."

You picked up one of Yunho's hoodie that was plainly lying there, making sure to pop your ass out for him to see.

Your boldness to entice him worked, the game forgotten and the controller he's holding is slowly moving out of his grasp.

Looks like he would be busy with something else.

When you wore his large hoodie, you were suddenly trapped between the wall and a body. His presence looming over you, darkened orbs glinting as if to say, "You just made the worst mistake of your life."

"What do you think you're doing?" he whispered, his face inching towards your own.

"Can't you see?" you challenged, "I wanted some relief."

That's it. The tipping point for Yunho's sanity and rationality.

You wanted relief, he'll give it to you in many, unique ways.

First, he'll kiss the heck out of you. Second, he'll lick every nook and cranny of your body. Third, fuck the hell out of you.

For real tho, he'll tell you to approach him straightforwardly if you need anything, even if he's playing.

So onwards, whenever he's in his gamer mode, you make sure to sit in between his thicc thighs. Snuggling into his warm chest and watching him play until you get bored and start your own filthy game.

There would be many instances into this, and some of them would be:

Scenario 1:

It always amazed you how his character can do all those complicated steps, then you realize that all of those lies on your boyfriend's skillful fingers that are pushing all the buttons.

It'll make you wonder, what kind of things would those fingers do?

To test it out, you tapped his hand and he immediately paused his game.

"What is it baby?"

"Will you please push my buttons too?"

Your doe eyes and begging tone would snap him so fast that he'll quickly remove your clothing. His digits run from your face, to the valley of your breasts, until it reaches your aching core.

No seconds were wasted as he plunges his fingers in without any hesitation. His pace is monstrous, stilling and curling inside your walls to reach the spot that will sent you to heaven.

Oh, and we should mention the way he fondles your boobs. Gentle to rough, tweaking your nipples and pinches it just enough to elicit a jolt out of your nerves.

And of course, choking.

His gorgeous, humongous hands cut the air through your lungs so right that it heightens your excitement and pleasure without actually hurting you.

He truly knows the creativity he can do with his own hands.

Scenario 2:

He can get angry and frustrated with his games sometimes. Especially when his teammates are idiots or when he's in a losing streak.

You have always wished to help him out, relieve his stress, and get all the negative curses and groans into something positive.

Thus, crawl behind him, massage his shoulders, leave feathery kisses and nibbles all over his neck and he'll be putty in your hands.

The solution you had in mind? Give him a blowjob of course.

"Fucking shit, baby, that feels so good."

The loud moan that he let out was music to your ears, this was what you were waiting for.

You continued to suck him in, your tongue going all over his dick's skin and occasionally licking over the tip like a lollipop. Massaging his balls would also be nice.

The one thing that'll make him cum though? Just make eye contact with him throughout the activity and hum, the vibrations will literally raise goosebumps all over his skin and gosh, it's always much better than the vibrations from his speakers.

Be good to him, and he'll make sure to treat you into something much better.

Scenario 3:

Your favorite among all games, one where patience is tested.

Cockwarming.

No, because he is in a competition with his friends. But really, a stupid bet won't hinder your horny asses.

Still, he needs to win this so he won't pay shit.

So to solve the problem, enter and park. (meaning you'll be on top of him with his shaft inside but you have to stay completely still, riding would come at the right time)

His thick and enormous length is stretching you out so well, you have to behave yet you couldn't help the grinding for some friction from time to time.

Okay, Yunho had enough of your bullshit.

He temporarily focused at you, his hand gripping your head a bit so you'll be able to crane your neck and look at him.

"If you can't stay motionless, even for a god damn thirty minutes, I won't do shit about it but,"

You gulped, giddiness coursing through your whole being at his impending instruction.

"Do the work yourself. Stay muted unless you wanted to give my friends an audio show."

He smirked when he saw your expression, such a slut that you're getting all excited over his idea. And he fucking loves it.

"What are you waiting for then? Bounce, baby."

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yunhosthetic · 3 years

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[3:38 a.m.]

pairing: san x seosang

top: san

bottom: yeosang

genre: smut

words: 1463

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yeosang mumbled to himself while staring at his computer screen. he took a quick sip of his cappuccino and shook his head.

"nope. it doesn't sound genuine enough," he sighed in disbelief and tapped the backspace key a few times to clear out the words he had typed.

waking up at three in the morning with a house full of seven crack heads is the worst decision yeosang has ever made. he would sit in his room writing a fanfic about two male kpop idols being a couple. he wouldn't talk about it to anyone. not even to wooyoung, his roommate.

the blonde yawned out of boredom and being tired and lightly scratched his cheek. looked at the time on the corner of his computer screen.

"three thirty-eight... and i still haven't posted anything in my writing account for a month, except for silly life updates," yeosang complained then closed his laptop and set it under his bed.

"i'm going to grab something to eat really quick. i'm hungry. maybe get another cup of cappuccino while i'm at it."

he quietly left the room and tip-toed to the kitchen. once yeosang made it there, he opened the cabinet of snacks and grabbed his two packs of dried, sea salted seaweed. he opened the other cabinet that was filled with coffee mugs of all kind. some being LGBT and BT21.

yeosang grabbed the shooky mug and set it on the kitchen counter. he opened the bin of coffee beans and poured a cup into the coffee machine, thankful that it wasn't empty. seonghwa and mingi went out grocery shopping recently and hongjoong, san, and wooyoung restocked everything after their necessary walmart run.

while turning on the grinding button, he heard soft taps from the hallway. a tired groaned followed by it.

"sangie," a voice groaned, sounding a little annoyed from the coffee machine being on, "we can't have coffee until six. what are you doing up at this time?"

yeosang looked over his shoulder to san. san was his best friend for five years and his lover for six months. the two met in high school months before graduation and college orientation. san was never the one to make fun of yeosang, unless he's done something weird or being effortlessly funny towards the roommates, and he can let someone be themselves.

he cleared his throat and added water to the boiling water kettle, making a cup for himself.

"i can't sleep. once i'm up, i have to do something like making coffee," the blonde simply answered, cautiously pouring water into the grinded coffee and mixing it with a spoon.

"it's been like for years. i tried counting sheep, but i am an adult. none of that crap works unless it's booze."

san let out a quiet chuckle and took a seat at the kitchen counter.

"well, you have me. you could've just asked for some cuddles. we all know you don't drink. you're a light weight for fuck sakes," he reminded.

"you never had a drink before. not even a fake daiquiri."

"and i don't plan to any time soon. i will forever be an uber to all of you drinkers, including jongho," the older added then stretched and rolled his shoulders while the coffee was brewing into the coffee jar.

"ouch. that hurts my feelings, sangie," san teased, getting up from the stool and walking over to the male. he circled his arms on yeosang's waist and swayed him to side to side, smiling fondly.

a deep red blush covered yeosang's face. he could feel one of san's hands going under his shirt, and his thumb gently pressed against yeosang's nipple, which caused him to let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes.

"s-san, baby, what're you — w-we can't. not right n-now," he whispered helplessly while san placed soft kisses on his neck and shoulder.

"please, yeosang. it's been weeks that we've done it. you've been avoiding me for too long, baby," the other whispered back.

the black and red haired male turned off the coffee machine and pressed his body against yeosang, his chest touching his back as his other hand pulled yeosang's pink lace panties down to his lower thighs. san scooped him up and took him to his bedroom, his foot pushing the door closed once they were in.

the two began making out passionately. yeosang's back against the wall while san held his wrists pin above his head with hand. yeosang moaned when felt precum dripping out of his tip.

"sannie, please, please," he whispered through the kiss as san pulled away to take yeosang's shirt off and cover his chest with hickeys and bites.

"come on, bunny. speak to me. what do you want me to do?"

yeosang felt chills going down on his back from the pet name. he has always been san's bunny. he was hardly a brat in the bed, unless he was impatient with the teasing.

"touch me, please. i need you inside me, san," he begged, rolling his hips against his boyfriend's.

"can i ride you, please? i've been good all day."

san groaned softly from the friction and nodded his head as his reply. how could he say no to an idea like that? what yeosang wants is what yeosang gets.

the couple pulled away and lied down on the bed. yeosang hurriedly took off san's sweatpants and boxers and handed him the condom. he stood on his patiently while san tore the package with his teeth and carefully slipped on the condom.

"are you prepped, bunny," he asked while yeosang sat on his lap and placed his hands on san's chest, straddling him.

"yes, i am. only for you, san."

"good job, bun. you're going to take my cock so well. you won't be walking for a week," san praised, making yeosang bite on his bottom at the idea.

yeosang positioned his hole to san's big cock and slowly slid down, letting out a broken moan. his nails dug onto san's skin while adjusting to his size. san held his waist and groaned at the friction.

maybe san was right. no. he was definitely. yeosang has been avoiding his and san's sexual needs for too long. all the working and errand runnings have took up so much of their time. they'll have to make it up by this and possibly going to breakfast and dinner.

"so tight ~ start moving, babe ~"

and yeosang did what he was told. he rode and bounced on san's cock like there was no tomorrow. the cal king size mattress squeaked, and head board thud against the wall over and over.

the two men were a hot mess. both of their sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, slobbily kissing and leaving marks on their skin that wouldn't leave in a day or two. san flipped yeosang and thrusted deeper inside him. his cock going in and out of yeosang's turning him on more and more till san hit yeosang's prostate.

"right there! right there, san! oh fuck~ 'm cumming," yeosang screamed in pure bliss, close to his orgasm.

a knot form inside san's stomach, and his thrusts became sloppy after giving yeosang permission. he came on his chest and stomach, tears staining the bed sheets. he spasm and panted softly. san pulled out and came into the condom.

"fuck... that was so great, honey. you did so well. let's get cleaned up before hyung catches us."

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san and yeosang slept in that morning, cuddling under the sheets and wearing new pajamas. the sun's ray seeped through the curtains. yeosang groggily opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep off his eyes. his brown orbs stared at san, who was peacefully asleep and had his arms on his waist.

"such a cutie," he whispered and heard a knock on the door.

yeosang slipped out of san's arms and stretched and cracked his knuckles. he walked to the door and opened it just to see jongho with a smug smirk.

"you forgot these panties, hyung," the youngest teased, holding the evidence in a plastic bag.

"i don't know if you know, but i'll say once for you horn dogs. these walls can talk. we heard every little thing."

yeosang blushed in embarrassment and sucked in his teeth. he grabbed his panties and closed the door. he rolled his eyes and turned to see san waking up and getting out of the bed.

"was that jongho? that little shit," san mumbled and sighed.

"where should we go for breakfast, bunny? it's on me today. "

"it doesn't matter. i just wanna spend time with you this week and next. forever actually."

#kpop writers #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez sansang #kpop #kpop fanfic #ateez fic #ateez ships #8 makes 1 team #stream for clear skin #bxb #mxm romance #gay smut #ateez smut

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 900+

a/n: ok so I wasn’t gonna post for Kookie’s birthday because it’s still Jinnie upload time and also I was just being lazy but after getting up in my feels and reblogging a bunch of Guk content, I couldn’t help myself. So here we are. I wrote this in under an hour so sorry if it’s a little shit. This takes place early on in Guk/Holly’s relationship, before they have a “label” on their little thing. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEONGGUK!!! BE HAPPY AND HEALTHY TODAY AND ALWAYS. Best wishes for our little euphoria <3

p.s.s. this fulfills one of the drabble prompt requests a while back. The title quote was the request. Ok enjoy!

YOU were in a trance and didn’t even realize the words were slipping out in a dazed whisper until Jungkook’s pretty orbs widened, a small smile lifting on his face as an adorable blush graced his cheeks.

“What?” He asked, almost needing to hear it again to be sure he wasn’t imagining things. Letting out a groan, you turned your attention back to the t-shirts you were folding, Jungkook giggling. “Just one more time,” he teased, you rolling your eyes.

“I said I love the way your eyes sparkle, it’s not a big deal,” you dismissed, your heart pounding against your chest as you bit back your grin. Your own face was heating up in embarrassment as Jungkook cooed at you.

“Do they?” he asked, widening his eyes as he looked in the glass of one of the drying machine doors.

“Stop,” you whined, the man giggling cutely at you.

“What else do you love about me?” He pestered you, you shaking your head lightly as you folded the shirt in your hands.

“Absolutely nothing,” you lied, Jungkook cackling at the comment. “When I tell people about my friend Jungkook, I tell them he has pretty sparkly eyes and no other positive attributes.”

Jungkook looked at you seriously for a moment, a slight glare before doing a quick head tilt, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You tell people about me?” He asked, a teasing tone coating the words. You let out a scoff in disbelief, a smile overtaking your face.

“You’re unbelievable,” you giggled, Jungkook chuckling with you. Finishing folding the last piece of your clothing, you lifted yourself onto the folding table, watching Jungkook as he continued folding his numerous black shirts and sweatshirts. “What about you?” You asked him suddenly, his doe-like eyes looking up at you in confusion.

“What about me, what?” He was so stunning. You could look at him for hours and never tire of it.

“What do you tell people about me?” You asked, embarrassed by asking the question, but feigning confidence as you gave him a shy smile. “I mean, if you do talk about me?” You added, ending the statement in a question, Jungkook’s adorable grin overtaking his face.

“I definitely talk about you,” he admitted, setting the shirt in his hands down as he observed you. “Probably too much.”

“Ah, so you’re obsessed with me,” you teased, Jungkook laughing as he nodded.

“Something like that, yeah,” he agreed. “Can you blame me?” The comment was spoken in a soft tone, shooting sparks throughout your body. The atmosphere of the laundromat was suddenly thick with the tension of unspoken words and unacted on feelings. Sitting in the heaviness of the air, Jungkook’s eyes observed yours as your gaze lingered on his lips.

“So, what do you tell them since there’s so many amazing qualities to choose from?” you joked in an attempt to thin the air, lifting your orbs from his lips to meet his. “Finish the sentence: I have this friend, and she…”

He didn’t say anything at first, simply watching you as he licked his lips, a small breathy laugh slipping between them as he ticked his head.

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true,” he told you, the air leaving your lungs at the words, the desirous tone in which he spoke them, and the way he stepped closer to you, placing his hands on your knees as he slotted himself between the v of your legs.

It was his turn to stare at your lips, a smirk forming on his face in response to the slight upward curve of your own mouth. “Are you telling me you don’t want to be my friend, Jungkook?” You pouted, teasing him, relishing in the way he smiled adorably at the comment. If you could make him smile like that for forever, you were sure you would always be happy.

Without a word, he leaned closer, but not too close, waiting for your signal that would tell him what he was about to do was ok. You gave him the cue to proceed by placing your hands on his shoulders and leaning forward just enough so your nose was bumping his, your mouths nearly connecting but not quite.

Jungkook closed the gap, pressing his soft lips to yours sweetly, his bottom lip slotting perfectly between yours. You both lingered there, not wanting to feel each other’s lips slip from your own quite yet. A few seconds went by before he pulled away just slightly, your lips still grazing each other’s. When his hand slid up your thigh just a little bit, you took a sharp breath in. Jungkook let out a single laugh in the form of a breath before catching your lips in another kiss.

Neither of you deepened the action much, too aware of the public setting you found yourselves in, but it was perfect with just the right amount of desire, need, and sweetness. Resting his forehead against your own, you both smiled at each other before he stood up straighter, looking down at you.

“I want to be your friend for a very long time, baby,” he told you, your heart racing at that damn term of endearment again.

“Well I have to warn you,” you started, Jungkook’s eyebrows raising. “This friendship might get a little bit complicated if you keep kissing me like that.”

Jungkook giggled at the comment, dropping his forehead to rest upon your shoulder. Leaving a kiss to your arm, he rotated his head just enough to look up at you. “I’m down to complicate things if you are.”

Were you down?

Absolutely.

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 4 years

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Officially

Title: Officially

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1108

Square Filled: Impala

Summary: You and Dean are on a drive. When Dean takes the wheels and you fall asleep, he uses that time to clear his head and make an important decision. (Gosh, I such at summaries.)

Warning: Fluff

Written for @spndeanbingo (round 2)

Disclaimer: All mistakes are mine. Gif by @frodo-sam. Check out her page! She’s a content creator for all sorts of fandoms! I’m sure you will find something you like and more! :)

A/N: OH MAN! It has been so long since I’ve posted a fic! I’ve recently moved and did not have access to internet so I couldn’t post any fics (which were all on my laptop because I like to write them out on Word Docs before actually posting). But internet is back and I’ve been writing! Woohoo! I hope you guys like fluff because this is nothing but that! :) Love you all. Continue to stay vigilant and be safe!

Dean was sitting in the passenger seat, allowing you to take the reigns this time, much to your surprise. Soft rock played through the impala with the volume down low, acting only as added background sounds.

With your eyes on the road and Dean fast asleep, there was nothing but content. Just being like this almost felt normal, like there wasn’t monsters running around killing people or demons and angels trying to rid you and the Winchesters of the world. It was nice. It was a well accepted change for once.

Baby purred smoothly, the sound enough to lull Dean to sleep, but it was the sound of something else that stirred him awake. He didn’t move his body as his eyes fluttered open, casting sideways to look at you. Your eyes were fixated in front of you, attention to the road, fingers lightly drumming against the steering wheel while you sang along to whatever song was playing. Your voice was soft, smooth, welcomed. It was in that moment of simplicity that he was happy to be alive, happy to be here with you.

Aside from the big wins with saving the world and the people he cared about, it was also the small moments like these that made his heart unbearably full. If he could, he’d stay in this moment forever. Just you and him on the unwinding open road. Soon, Dean fell back asleep to the sound of your soothing voice.

A few hours later, you and Dean switched places, giving you a chance to get some shut eye. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. In fact, it took you all but forty seconds for you to knock out, hairline pressed against the window.

Taking a sudden hard right turn, your body shifted. “Shit,” Dean whispered, holding one arm to catch you, but he was a little too late, only able to slow and cushion your impending descent. Your head landed on Dean’s lap and your body quickly adjusted. You curled your body onto the seat with your feet bent and pressed against the door. Dean allowed his eyes to take in your form, a soft smile perching itself on his lips. God, did he wish you were his.

You were his best friend, the female adjacent to Cass. You had always been there for him, come through for him in a way that always surprised him. You were always on his side, no matter how stupid he was being. You were even bold enough to tell him like it is, giving him the tough love that was usually dished out by Sam. You’ve seen him at his best, darkest, and most vulnerable, and yet, you never looked at him any differently. He trusted you. You trusted him. Even Sam never second guessed you.

Finally reaching the bunker, Dean put the Impala in park however, he didn’t bother to move or wake you. He sat there in his beloved car listening to your soft intake of breaths. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, wanting nothing more than to spend more time with you. It was a little ridiculous considering he could have alone time with you in the bunker, but he just wanted to bask in this moment. He was in his favorite car with his favorite girl.

If life were different, and you two weren’t hunters, Dean could definitely live in this moment, although under much different context… If life were different, you’d be his girl, and the two of you would go out on drives just for the hell of it. Taking Baby and his baby out on the road just to spend some quality time. Damn, if life was different, he’d make sure this was how it would be. Not only that, but if life was different, both his parents would still be around, his grandparents too. Sam would come to visit on his breaks from Stanford, and you’d be wearing his ring on your finger. If life was different, Dean could have it all.

“Dean?” your groggy voice interrupted him from his thoughts. “We home?”

“Yeah, sorry. Didn’t want to wake you,” he half lied.

You stretched your arms and back, Dean’s eyes trailing over every curve. You were gorgeous. “What are you looking at?” you giggled. “Wanna help stretch a girl out?” you winked.

Fuck, he was lucky to have a best friend like you. Joking around, sleeping around, why didn’t he just make it all real? All he had to do was ask you to be his girlfriend. All he had to do was make it official.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind helping to stretch my girl out,” he suggested.

“My girl?” you teased. “What you talking about?” the giggle that followed your question was music to his ears.

“You know what I’m talking about. You… being my girl. Officially.”

A wide grin spread across your face. “Whoa, easy there, Dean. Baby might get jealous,” you cooed, grazing your hand gently over Baby’s dashboard. “She’s been your only girl for a long time.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sure Baby wouldn’t mind. In fact, I think she really likes you. I mean, she let you drive her without complications.”

“Well, you know how it is. Us girls need to stick together.”

Dean smiled. “So what do you say?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Baby, what do you think? Can you share Dean with me? I promise to take care of him just as good as you have.”

Miraculously, a popping noise came from inside the hood, the Impala cooling down. You laughed along with Dean, taking it as a sign.

“That’s my girl,” Dean crooned, kissing his steering wheel.

“In that case,” you started, crawling closer to Dean. “Looks like I’ve got the green pass,” you mumbled, lips barely grazing his.

Dean didn’t waste any time, pressing his lips towards yours. Inevitably, the kiss heated up quickly and you found yourself on Dean’s lap, straddling him. As layers of clothing started to come off, your ass pressed on the steering wheel engaging the horn. You and Dean separated with a gasp and labored breathing.

“Sorry, Baby. Y/N and I will take things inside,” his told the Impala, emerald orbs sparking with mischief and, what you would assume was, happiness.

“Yeah, sorry Baby,” you giggled, scrambling out of the car with Dean. Once out, Dean smacked your ass before you could take off running. You yelped, looking back at him playfully before dashing out of the garage and into the bunker.

“Thanks Baby,” Dean tapped the roof of the Impala before shutting the door and chasing after you.

A/N: Please feel free to reblog and leave some feedback. I would love to know your thoughts. Thank you for reading, and know that I appreciate all of you for taking the time to read the things that I write :)

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Lockscreens (epilogue)

tw: insecurities, implicit sex, nostalgia, bittersweet memories

Word count: 5.9k

Genre: Angst, fluff

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each chapter! This will have *manga spoilers*

Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

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“Now, please clear the floor for the First Dance.”

[When the visions around you, bring tears to your eyes]

“Shall we?” He grins, bowing slightly as he extends a hand to (Name).

She giggles, placing her hand in his. “We shall.”

[And all that surrounds you are secret and lies]

The lights dimmed as they made their way to the center of the dance-floor.

“We finally got our official dance, huh?” He joked, pulling gently on a loose curl.

[I’ll be your strength. I’ll give you hope. Keeping your faith when it’s gone. The one you should call, Was standing there all along]

Kuroo opened the door to the house, having been invited over by the pregnant woman and bearing a gift of her favorite pastry. It was week fifteen of her pregnancy. “(Name)?” He called, stepping into the living room after following the sound of sniffles.

“K-Kuroo! You’re already here!” She frantically wiped at her face in an attempt to hide her blotchy face.

“What’s the matter?” He put the box onto the table, throwing his keys down as he sits besides her. “Why are you crying?” Kuroo gently grasps her hands, pulling it away to reveal the residual tears on her face.

“It’s silly,” she sniffled.

“You say that every time, and I tell you every time, if it bothers you, then it bothers me. So tell me, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

She snorted, shaking her head. “It’s just Bokuto.”

“What about him?”

“I think he’s gone for good, Kuroo. I don’t think he’s gonna come back for me.”

Kuroo frowned, glancing down at the phone that she had clutched in one hand. The screen showed a picture of Bokuto and (Name) from high-school. “He’s an idiot if he leaves you behind,” Kuroo says softly, both hands cupping her face to wipe the tears away. “I promise you, I’ll always be here, ok? No matter what happens.

(Name) nods, giving him a watery smile. “You’re the best, Kuroo. When will you find someone to settle down with?” She giggled, hiccuping slightly.

Kuroo’s face softens as he brings her close, holding her against his chest. “Hopefully soon, sweetheart. But for now, you’re stuck with me, okay?”

She snuggled in closer, her eyes fluttering shut as her breathing deepened. Kuroo lets out a breathy chuckle.

‘She’s already here, in my arms. If only she saw me the way I saw her though.’

[And I will take you in my arms. And hold you right where you belong. ‘Til the day my life is through, This I promise you]

They spun slowly to the sound of a soft love ballad. It had been a long day. (Name) had just returned to work, bringing Hikori with her to the office. Kuroo himself had just returned from a business trip that (Name) had forced himself on. After putting their son to bed, they found themselves in each other’s embrace with a sigh of relief.

“Y’know, I think we were supposed to save this for the wedding.” (Name) teased, looking up into hazel eyes.

Kuroo chuckled, holding her close to him. “Well, we did have a wedding.” His nose brushed against her in a tantalisingly close kiss.

“Mmhm, you’re right,” (Name) agreed, “though we didn’t get a chance to dance during it.”

“How could we?” Kuroo teased. “With your swollen pregnant feet and our families and friends ambushing us left and right. Hardly seems like we had a chance, my dear.”

(Name) rested her head on his shoulder, humming slightly. “I love you, Tetsu.”

“I love you too, (Name). I love you so much.”

[I’ve loved you forever. In lifetimes before.]

“It only took us four years or so,” (Name) replied, (e/c) orbs gazing into hazel.

“Eh, but those were some of the best years of my life.” Kuroo shrugged.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I finally had you in my arms.”

Her cheeks got hot, “you’re such a dork,” she mumbled, burying it into his shoulder. His chest shook with the rumble of his laughter.

[And I promise you never, Will you hurt anymore]

“You want me to do what?”

“Can you help me ask (Name) out?”

Kuroo examined Bokuto’s face carefully, forcing a smile onto his expression. “You want to ask my best friend out?”

“Yeah!” Bokuto nodded aggressively. “You know her the best, do you think you could help?”

Kuroo swallowed the pain that threatened to overwhelm him. He hadn’t mentioned his own feelings to (Name) yet, and here he was, already on the verge of losing her. “What was your plan?”

[I give you my word. I give you my heart.]

After listening to Bokuto’s plan, Kuroo reluctantly agreed. After all, he wanted to see her happy and if she thought she could find that with Bokuto, then Kuroo would support her every step of the way. Or, that’s what he kept telling himself as he watched Bokuto sweep her away to the dance-floor.

Their eyes met over Bokuto’s shoulder as (Name) faced him. Kuroo grinned at her, sending her a wink. ‘Well?’ Kuroo asked silently, his eyebrows raising slightly. ‘Do you want him?’ Bokuto pulled away, capturing her attention once more. Kuroo’s silent question was answered when (Name) leaned forward, brushing her lips against Bokuto’s cheek.

Once again, hazel eyes met (e/c). Kuroo forced himself to smile, giving her a thumbs-up. His heart shattered. Of course she would say yes. There was not an evil bone in her body. She’s never said that she wasn’t interested in Bokuto. Kuroo’s eyes flickered between her and her new boyfriend, making a ‘shoo-ing’ gesture. No matter what happens, he’ll still be here for her.

[This is a battle we’ve won. And with this vow, Forever has now begun]

“Tetsu...I definitely do not still love Bokuto.”

“Are you sure?” (Name)’s heart stuttered at the veiled pain in his voice. “How do you know?”

Tears began welling up in her eyes. “How could you ask me that?” She whispered. Kuroo shrugged, an arm covering his own eyes. “Tetsu, look at me.” He shook his head, squeezing his own eyes shut as he swallowed thickly. “Tetsu, please.”

Kuroo swallowed once more, lifting his arm off of his eyes to look at (Name) through blurry eyes. “Yes?”

“Don’t be like that.” Her lip jutted out into a soft frown. She rolls over, hovering over him. “Tetsurou Kuroo.” Kuroo flinched as she pronounced his full name. “Yes, I dated Bokuto before we started dating. Yes, Hikori is his son. But do you know what?”

“What?”

Tears escaped down her cheeks as she looked at her husband. “I have always been in love with you. You - you stupid, rooster-headed, ex-volleyball captain, chemist nerd, you. You were always my go-to, my day one.” One of her hands cupped her face. “You’re the reason why I know what love feels like,” she mumbles under her breath, eyes searching his. “And I wouldn’t throw that away for anything. I am sorry it took me so long to realize this.”

[Just close your eyes, each loving day. And know this feeling won’t go away]

“I don’t know how you do it.”

She hummed, “do what love?”

They slowly spin under the lights that shone brightly only for them.

“Look more and more beautiful every day.” He brings her hand to his lips, pressing a dainty kiss onto her knuckles.

She chuckles. “The only reason I look beautiful is because I have you to love and care for me, Tetsu.”

[‘Til the day my life is through, This I promise you. This I promise you]

The sound of soft snores filled the room as Kuroo sat in his chair, rocking back and forth. He glanced over at his wife, who was sprawled out on the bed. Kuroo stifled a chuckle. She’d been exhausted the past few days, waking up at all hours in order to take care of their son. Kuroo had decided to use part of his paternity leave in order to come home and support (Name) better. He hummed a soft lullaby as he looked back at the bundle in his arms. Hikori was sound asleep, soft breaths causing his small chest to rise and fall. “You truly bring us an abundance of joy,” Kuroo whispered, placing a dainty kiss onto Hikori’s forehead. His other hand reached out, settling onto (Name)’s extended hand. She made a soft noise, her fingers gently grabbing onto Kuroo’s longer ones. His eyes settled softly on his wife. “I’ll always take care of you.” His grip tightened on Hikori. “Both of you.”

[Over and over I thought. When I hear you call]

Warmth spread through his body as he looked down at his angelic wife. “Y’know, I still can’t believe this has happened,” Kuroo admitted. “These past four or so years have honestly felt like a dream.

“Is that so?” (Name) hummed. “So you used to dream about us ending up together, roosterhead?”

“Oh only every day,” Kuroo replied, nodding solemnly. They both chuckled.

“I’m glad it was you.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad that it was you who found my heart, Tetsu.” (Name) explained, glassy eyes peering into his hazel eyes. His heart lurched as he swallowed his own tears. “And that you were patient enough to wait for me.”

[WIthout you in my life, baby. I just wouldn’t be living at all]

“Is that it?” Kenma asked, fixing Kuroo with a hard stare. “After all these years, you’re not even going to try?”

Kuroo looked up at his best friend with an exasperated look. “What do you mean, Kenma? What else could I do?”

“You could confess!” Kuroo flinched, opening his mouth to respond only to get cut off again. “You’ve been in love with (Name) for so many years now, and you’re just going to let that owl-head steal her away from you?”

“Yes I will! If that’s what she wants and what will make her happier, then I will.”

“How do you know what she wants? You never even gave her a chance to know her options.”

Kuroo shook his head. “I don’t want to put her in a weird spot or make her uncomfortable.”

“So you’d rather lose her?”

“I’d rather be in her life as her best friend than to put our friendship at risk.”

“Do you really think (Name) would throw you out if she rejects you?” Kenma’s expression softened slightly. “We both know that would never happen.”

Kuroo gave Kenma a pained expression, words strangling him as he forced them out. “I love her. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her Kenma. But her happiness will always come first for me.”

[And I will take you in my arms, and hold you right where you belong.]

“I love you (Name). Have for a really, really long time,” Kuroo chuckled. “I’m just glad that you could find it in your heart to love me back.” His grip tightened on her hip, pulling her closer.

They spun slowly. The golden light sparkled off of the jewelry she wore. “It was always there,” she admitted finally, squeezing his arm. “I always knew that I loved you. I just never anticipated it to be like this.”

[Til the day my life is through, This I promise you. Just close your eyes, each loving day. And know this feeling won’t go away.]

“Happy one year anniversary baby.” Kuroo whispered against her lips as he cupped her cheeks.

“I can’t believe it’s already been a year,” (Name) smiled, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of the cool metal ring on Kuroo’s hand. She raised her hands, slotting her fingers with his.

“Thank god Hiki’s with Aya,” he grinned.

“And why’s that?” (Name) teased, pulling back. “Tired of having to share me?”

Kuroo scooped her up in her arms, causing her to squeal. “Absolutely,” he replied. “I’ve been waiting to have you to myself all these years. Excuse me for not wanting to share you with our son.” He tosses her onto the bed, climbing on top of her with a cheeky smirk, peppering kisses all over her face. “God I love you so much.”

“You’re such a cheeseball, roosterhead,” (Name) chided as her eyes sparkled with amusement. She rolled him over, pinning his hands above his head as she started to decorate him with her own kisses.

“Yes, but I’m your cheeseball~!”

“Apparently so.”

“For now and always,” Kuroo teased, hazel eyes sparkling with affection.

“Maybe just for now,” she winked. He flipped them once more, eyes glinting with mischief now.

“I guess I’ll just have to re-convince you on the ‘forever’ part,” he purred. She squealed as he pounced.

[Every word I say is true, This I promise you]

“I already said it during our vows all those years ago,” Kuroo began, pulling back to look (Name) directly in the eyes. “I promise that no matter what happens, I will remain by your side. I will take care of you, to catch you when you stumble, and share each and every day with you.” He kissed her knuckles before holding that hand close to his chest. “I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“As long as that’s for now and forever, that works out for me.” (Name)’s eyes fluttered shut, pressing her forehead against Kuroo’s.

“You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, love,” Kuroo whispered to her.

****

As the final few notes of the song plays, Kuroo gently pulls back, tilting her chin up and capturing her lips with his. They come apart, Kuroo whispering something against her lips before they kiss again. Cheers and coos fill the air. The bridesmaids had tears streaming down their faces as they watched their best friend find her happy ending. The groomsmen had red faces, some even had redness around their eyes as they hid their own tears. The mothers of the happy couple were dabbing their cheeks with handkerchiefs, blowing their noses noisily. The fathers drank flutes of champagne as they toasted to the couples’ happiness.

Kuroo and (Name) stepped apart, her cheeks flushed red. They went back to the head table, rejoining their bridesmaids and groomsmen.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was approaching the table.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, averting his eyes. “May I have this dance?”

She looked up to him, offering him a soft smile as she placed her hand in his. “Of course.” They both glanced at Kuroo, who gave a gentle smile to her and nodded in Bokuto’s direction. With Kuroo’s permission, Bokuto escorts her to the dance-floor, making his way to the center of the floor. By now, other couples were also dancing with their partners. In the corner of his eye, Bokuto spots Hikori dancing with Aiko.

[You’re in my arms and all the world is calm]

As they stepped under the lights, the world faded. Her arms snaked around his neck, fingers linking as his hands found purchase on her hips.

[The music playing on for only two. So close together, and when I’m with you, so close to feeling alive]

“You look beautiful.” He murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Golden pools bathed her in an ethereal light. Her cheeks glowed as her eyes sparkled. She looked like an angel stepping out in her white dress. (Name) was absolutely radiating.

“Thank you Kou,” she smiled. His heart ached at the familiar sight. Just for this moment, he knew that her smile was just for him. Just like before. His grip tightened on her, pulling her closer.

[A life goes by, Romantic dreams must die. So I bid my goodbye, and never knew.]

“Hello?”

“Hey baby! I missed you!”

(Name) giggled over the phone. “I’ve missed you too, Kou. How’s training?”

Bokuto collapsed onto his bed, running a hand through his hair. “Pretty rough,” he sighed, rolling his shoulder. His muscles ached from the rigorous training. “The guys are all so good, it’s been really hard to keep up.”

He could hear the shuffling of sheets on her end. “You’ve got this, Kou. I believe in you.” Bokuto’s eyes fluttered shut. “They wouldn’t have invited you if they didn’t think you would do well.”

Bokuto hummed. “How are things with you?”

“Good, I’m almost finished with my classes.” He could just hear the smile in her voice now. His heart skipped a beat. “Soon, I’ll officially be a recreational therapist,” she declared happily.

Bokuto forced a smile on his face. “I’m so happy for you baby.” He was happy. He was happy for her. But he hated how he was doing. How difficult it was for him to do well during his conditioning. How could he make (Name) proud if he couldn’t even succeed at this opportunity she gave him? “I’m actually really tired, I’m going to sleep now.”

“Oh, now?” The disappointed tone in her voice almost convinced him to stay on call longer, but he shook his head.

“Yeah, gotta be up early tomorrow for more conditioning.”

“Right, you must be exhausted. Get some rest, Kou. Good night, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Bokuto stared at his phone a moment longer as the call ended before he threw it onto his nightstand. Tomorrow, he’d be better. Tomorrow, he’d make her proud. He wouldn’t call her until he could prove to himself and to her that leaving her over three hundred miles away was worth it. His pride wouldn’t allow him otherwise.

Unfortunately, that would be the last time he heard her voice on the phone.

[So close, was waiting. Waiting here with you, and now, forever, I know.]

They slowly spun in a circle. She blinked up at him with soft doe eyes through eyelashes lengthened with mascara and falsies. “Thank you for coming. I know it must have been difficult.”

Bokuto shrugged, squeezing her tighter. “I promised you forever, didn’t I?” His throat tightened.

She let out a breathy laugh. “You did.” (Name) leaned forward, putting her head on his shoulder as she let Bokuto rock their bodies side to side.

[All that I wanted, to hold you so close]

“(Nickname)!” The ringing of his voice was the only warning that she got before a muscular body slammed into her. She let out a wheeze as her soul left her body.

“Kou!” She choked, slapping his back. Bokuto’s booming laugh filled the gym as he spun her round and round until they both felt dizzy. He placed her feet gently back onto the ground, arms still wound tightly around her. “Ooh, don’t do that, I feel sick,” she groaned, swaying in his arms. (Name) squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing as she attempted to recalibrate. Getting injured on their first day of training camp, year two, would not be fun.

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you!” Of course, Bokuto immediately collapsed onto the floor due to his own dizziness, pinning her underneath him.

“Someone’s excited to see me,” she teased, patting his shoulder affectionately. “Now get off me, ya lug. You’re squishing me!”

Bokuto rolled over, letting her lay on his chest as he nuzzled her hair. “Is this better?”

Heat surged up to her cheeks as she quickly averted her eyes. “S-sure.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Kou.”

[So close to reaching that famous happy end. Almost believing this one’s not pretend.]

“One of these days, I’m going to marry you, y’know?"

“Is that so?”

One of his hands brushed through her hair as the other played with her fingers as they laid in their shared bed. It was a few days after they’d moved in together. “Of course, you’re the love of my life, (Nickname). I can’t imagine a future without you in it.”

She giggled, slotting her fingers in his and giving them a squeeze. “I love you, Kou.”

“I love you too. You’re it for me. You’re the endgame for me.” (Name) tilted her face up. Bokuto leaned down, capturing her lips with us. Their lips slotted together so perfectly. As he pulled back, he couldn’t stop the grin that overtook his features. “Yep, definitely my endgame.”

[And now you’re beside me, and look how far we’ve come.]

“And then, Kuroo ended up tripping and spilling his tea all over me.” (Name) giggled, brushing her hair back with her free hand. She was swinging their intertwined hands as they walked home from their date. It was the summer before their first year of college.

Bokuto planted his feet, chewing on his lip as he steeled his nerves. “(Name)?” At the sound of his voice, she paused, turning to look at her boyfriend.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Her eyes widened. “You what?”

“I love you. I’ve loved you ever since I met you our first year of high-school.” Shock faded from her features only to be overcome with joy. “Oh no, why are you crying?” Bokuto panicked, reaching for her face.

His hand caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears. “I love you too, dummy.”

[So far we are, so close]

They spun slightly, swaying to the music. Bokuto pressed his forehead against hers, breathing in her sweet perfume.

His eyes fluttered shut, pretending that this was all just for them.

That the golden band on her finger had been given by him.

That the spotlight shone brightly for what was once their love.

Where his son was raised by him instead of a stranger.

When she was his, and he was hers.

[Oh how could I face the faceless days, if I should lose you now]

A hand tapped on his shoulder, bringing him out of his stupor. “Mind if I cut in?”

Bokuto offered Kuroo a resigned, sorrowful smile, nodding as he stepped back. “Of course.” Bokuto gave (Name) one last smile. “Thank you.”

Both husband and wife gave him a smile.

His heart clenched.

[We’re so close to reaching that famous happy end. Almost believing this one’s not pretend.]

“Thank you, Kou.” Kuroo squeezed his shoulder, before taking his place. Kuroo’s arms snaked around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to him. She giggled, placing her head on his shoulder as Kuroo spun his wife away from Bokuto.

[Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are so close]

Feet pounded towards him as a small shape pounced on Bokuto. “Kou-san!” Bokuto turned, opening up his arms as Hikori jumped into his arms. “You and Mama looked so nice together!”

[So close, and still so far]

Bokuto glanced back at the married couple, Say You Won’t Let Go playing as they stayed for another dance. Away from their well-wishers off in a world of their own. A wistful look filled his expression.

“Whoa, careful babe!” Bokuto chuckled, a hand on (Name)’s waist. She giggled, throwing her arms around his neck.

“I wanna dance s’more!” She slurred, the smell of beer fanning across his face.

“You can barely stand,” Kuroo piped up beside her with Bokuto nodded firmly, their own cheeks tinted red from the alcohol.

“C’mon, I’ll take you home and we can dance there, ok?” He promised, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. Bokuto looks up at Kuroo. “We’ll see you later, okay?”

(Name) stumbled up, making grabby hands at Kuroo. “Bye Tetsu~! I’ll miss youuuu,” she said. Kuroo patted her cheek, a soft expression on his face.

“Take care of her, Bo.” Kuroo clapped Bokuto on the back before turning around and walking down the street towards his own apartment.

As they got into the taxi on their way home, (Name) was crawling all over Bokuto’s body. “Baby, don’t do that,” he chided, amused.

“I wanna cuddle,” she pouted.

He scooped her into his lap, nuzzling into her neck. “I love you so much baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” she mumbled, burying her face into his. “S’much. Wanna be with you forever.”

“Always, baby.”

Bokuto shook his head slightly, chuckling as he patted Hikori’s head affectionately. “You and Aiko did too, ‘Kori.”

“Do you think?” Hikori blinked up with matching golden pools.

“Definitely!” Bokuto smiled. “You should go give her something. Maybe go get her a cupcake?”

“That’s a great idea! Thank you, Kou-san.” With that, Hikori leapt out of Bokuto’s arms and went sprinting towards the dessert aisle.

Bokuto sighed, making his way back to his table. Akaashi sat there, sipping from a glass of wine beside Kenma who was avoiding the rowdiness of the Head Table. Kenma glanced up at Bokuto as he collapsed into his seat. “I think I’ll go get some dessert.” Kenma stood, nodding at Bokuto before making his way to the dessert table, intercepting Hikori who had a plate towered high with all types of sweets.

Kenma took the plate from the boy, pointing at his parents and whispering something to Hikori. Hikori nodded seriously, before running to Kuroo and (Name). Kuroo laughed, scooping Hikori up. Kuroo placed Hikori onto her shoulders. (Name) held onto Hikori’s thigh, the other holding Kuroo’s as they spun together, laughing joyfully.

“How are you feeling, Bokuto-san?”

Bokuto shrugged, pouring himself a new glass of wine and downing it. “I’m...happy for them.”

“But?”

He let out a soft chuckle, middle finger tracing the mouth of his glass. “But I really wish I hadn’t let her go.”

Akaashi squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto shrugged off Akaashi’s hand. “S’okay. It’s my own fault anyways.” They turned, watching as Kuroo dipped her slightly. She squealed as she fell into a fit of giggles, before Kuroo pulled her back up and pressed his lips to hers. Hikori was back in his father’s arms, making a face at his parents’ display of affection.

Bokuto turned back to his glass, filling it once more.

The microphone sounded out as the last song faded out. “May I have everyone’s attention?” Kuroo stood in the very front of the hall, (Name) standing beside him, Hikori in her arms.

“First of all, thank you to everyone for coming. It means a lot to (Name) and me that you were here for our wedding day, especially after four years of waiting for our special little man to join us.” The crowd laughed. Kuroo turned to face his wife, squeezing her hip. “Since you’re already all gathered here today, we do have a special announcement.” Kuroo looked down at his wife, hazel eyes sparkling with love and deep affection before he grinned at his son, pinching Hikori’s cheek. “Hikori, guess what?”

“What, Dad?”

“You’re going to be a big brother.”

The crowd erupted into noise. Some of the males hooted and hollered at Kuroo. Ladies gasped and shrieked in delight. (Name)’s mother burst into more tears. But to be fair, she hadn’t really stopped. She’d been crying since the vow renewal. And then was overwhelmed with another fit of tears during their first dance.

But for Bokuto?

The world froze. The noise faded into black as he stared blankly at the couple. He watched with unfocused eyes as she was surrounded by her bridesmaids. Her maid of honor, Aya, was tugging on (Name)’s arm and mutedly shouting over the empty noise. Kuroo’s groomsmen surrounded him, Yaku slapping a hand onto his back. Bokuto snapped out of his reverie as a small body collided with his.

“Kou-san!” Bokuto’s head jerked down, staring as Hikori tugged on his arm. “Did ya hear that?” Bokuto forced his face into a grin that didn’t quite meet his eyes. Akaashi sent him a sympathetic look, excusing himself.

“Yeah! You’re gonna be a big bro, little man.”

“Papa said I’m going to have a sister!” Hikori’s eyes sparkled with joy, beaming. Absentmindedly, Bokuto wondered if that’s what he looked like when he was happy. Hikori hesitated for a moment. “Do you think she’ll like me?”

His question snapped Bokuto out of his self-pity spiral. “Aw, ‘Kori, she’s gonna love ya!” Bokuto nuzzled his nose into Hikori’s cheeks, blowing air onto them.

Hikori squealed, squirming in his arms. “Stop it, Kou-san!”

Bokuto pulled back, beaming. “C’mon, let’s go get some more ice cream, okay?”

“Yes!” Hikori bounced up, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Bokuto finished another glass of wine, noticing Akaashi’s wince in the corner of his eyes before Bokuto went with Hikori to the dessert table.

Bokuto scanned the banquet hall. It was beautiful, to say the least. Kuroo and (Name) were well-established in their careers, and were able to go all-out on this dream-like wedding. Fairy lights hung in tulle curtains on all of the walls, and mini-chandeliers hung over each table. Blush pink, gold, and white flowers made the centerpieces with more fairy lights in the vases. Those were surrounded by candles floating in water-filled shot-glasses. Small plastic boxes with succulents propped on top sat at each seat, a tag with the seat’s name sticking out of it and macarons enclosed in the box.

Just like her first wedding, the room felt almost like a volleyball reunion. At one table, Iwaizumi was with Oikawa and the former Karasuno members. Bokuto and Hikori walked by as Iwaizumi was smacking the Argentinian player on the head for some ridiculous comment or another.

Nekoma’s alumni had their own table. Lev was sitting there arguing with Shibayama and Inuoka. Bokuto and Akaashi had been seated together, joined by Bokuto’s teammates from the MSBY Black Jackals. Konoha had been invited as a groomsmen since his wife was the Maid of Honor. At the moment, Bokuto’s team-mates were scattered throughout the hall. Some were mingling with other members of the Japan national team. He could vaguely spot Atsumu flirting with one of the bridesmaids at their table.

“Alright little man, what type of ice cream do you want?” They stopped in front of the ice cream stand that was near the dessert table. Bokuto scooped Hikori up into his arms so that he could peer down into the ice-box.

“Can I get chocolate and strawberry?”

“Of course!” Bokuto relayed the ice cream order to the lady working the stand, who smiled at Bokuto and Hikori.

“Your son is very cute,” she complimented, rolling her sleeves up to scoop up the chocolate.

Bokuto gave her a forced smile, the bitter taste of envy surging forward. “He’s not mine. He’s the bride’s.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She bowed, handing Bokuto the cup of ice cream, who handed it to Hikori. “Feel free to grab as many toppings as you’d like, ok?” She smiled, gesturing to the table beside her stand.

“Thank you!” Hikori bowed to her, before scrambling over to the tables.

Bokuto grinned at his son, before thanking the nice ice cream lady and following him. “Oh, Kou!” He turned, his smile freezing on his face.

“He-hey, (Name)!”

She smiled at him, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you so much for watching Hiki.” Bokuto’s eyes closed as he enjoyed her warmth, letting it seep through his body and settle into the gaping black hole of his heart. “I can’t imagine how much it means to you, and I’m so thankful that you’re in his life,” she whispered into his ear before pulling away. As soon as she did, he couldn’t help but lean in towards her, chasing the remnants of the sun like a child chasing after the sunset.

“I’m just glad that I could be a part of his life.” Bokuto forced his lips up higher. They stood side by side, watching together as their son came back with a tower of toppings on his ice cream. “Whoa, be careful or you’ll make a mess ‘Kori.”

“I will, Kou-san!”

“Let’s sit down so you don’t spill everywhere,” (Name) suggested, gesturing to the nearest empty table. Bokuto pulled out her chair for her, waiting for her to sit down before taking his seat. Hikori sat in between them.

“Shouldn’t you be greeting people and accepting congratulations?”

She snorted, kicking her heels off with a sigh of relief. “Kuroo can do that. My feet are aching.” (Name) sent him a bemused smile. “Guess that’s just what happens when you’re wearing heels all day while pregnant.”

Bokuto choked on air, before he focused his attention on Hikori who was eagerly scooping ice cream into his mouth. Bokuto grabbed one of the napkins, wiping the ice cream marks off of Hikori’s cheeks. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thanks, Kou.”

Bokuto scanned the room, anxious for some words to fill the silence. “You look beautiful,” he blurted.

(Name) giggled, fiddling with her earring. “You said that already, Kou.”

“Mama does look beautiful, doesn’t she?” Hikori piped up, gazing with childlike awe between his mother and father. “Like an angel!”

“You’re right, ‘Kori. Your mother does look like an angel.” Bokuto ruffled Hikori’s hair.

(Name) sighed as she caught Kuroo gesturing for her to join him. He was currently being swarmed by her family members. “Alright you flirts, don’t make a mess okay? I need to go save my husband.” With a final wave, (Name) picked up her heels with her fingertips and sauntered over to Kuroo.

****

As (Name) and Kuroo said goodbye to their guests, they handed out small burlap bags to all the adults. Bokuto chuckled at them. “Hangover Kit” was emblazoned on the bags, joined with the Red Cross logo. Fitting for someone in the medical industry. Hikori and Aiko were handing out small bags of candies and toys to all the kids who were exiting, carefully supervised by Konoha. Aya was supervising the clean-up of the hall.

“Be good for Kou-san when we’re gone, okay, Hiki?”

“Yes, Mama!” Hikori kicked at the ground, pouting slightly. “Can’t I come?”

“Next time, Hiki, ok?” Kuroo squatted down, extending a hand to Hikori. “I promise you, we’ll take you on a special trip just us three before your sister comes, ok?”

Hikori linked his pinky with his father, nodding aggressively. “Ok!” Kuroo opened his arms, letting Hikori jump into them. “I love you, Papa!”

“Love you too, Hiki.” Kuroo rubbed Hikori’s back before placing him down and letting (Name) hug her son.

“I love you, Hiki. I promise, we’ll be home in a few days okay?” She bent down, peppering kisses all over his face.

“Bye Mama! I love you too.”

Hikori was released from his parents, backing up until he ran into Bokuto’s legs. Bokuto scooped him up. “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of him.”

“Thanks Kou.” (Name) kissed his cheek, hugging both of them. Bokuto savored the moment. “We’ll see you on Monday!”

“Let’s go love.” Kuroo opened the backseat door to Kenma’s car, who would be driving them to the airport. “Thanks Bokuto.” Kuroo nodded at the other male, before helping (Name) into the car. With one final wave, the couple were racing down the streets.

“I’ll miss them.”

Bokuto ruffled Hikori’s hair. “Me too.”

His heart screamed at him. To chase after her one more time. To hold her in his arms. They were so close. Words clawed at his throat, threatening to choke him as he swallowed back the tears that threatened to overwhelm him.

I love you, (Name). I never stopped loving you. I was an idiot for ghosting you. An idiot for leaving you. Please, come back. I wanna raise our son with you.

I wish we could be parents together for Hikori.

I wish that I was taking you on our honeymoon.

I wish that you were pregnant with my daughter.

I wish we still lived together in that house we bought all those years ago.

I wish that you were still mine.

Please.

But Bokuto remained silent, watching as the car drove the love of his life further and further away from him. He looked down at his lockscreen. A photo of his red Japan national jersey stared back at him. It’s said that what you set as your lock-screen would end up being the most important thing to you.

At the end of the day, that was the choice he made.

Volleyball.

Not a future with the love of his life.

Not a future with kids.

Not a future with (Name).

*****

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teeztheflag · 4 years

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Wolf!Ateez continuation to another member hunting down their mate

trigger warning! ⚠️ strong language, suggestive, non con marking, kidnapping, angst, sexual harassment, angst, no happy ending, height insert, (reader is taller than Jong Ho by a few centimeters), mobbing (don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with those topics)

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

„You know he’s coming to get me! He will kill you!“

Jong Ho smiled at your cute attempt to scare him while he watched the night out of the window. His heart bumped at the thought of you lying in his bed. He turned around and neared your form.

„Of course he’s coming... but you got one thing wrong there my dear. It’s me who’s going to kill him!“

You shuddered at this dumbass talking about hurting your mate. A slight whine escaped your wolf and Jong Ho raised one of his eyebrows at that.

„Don’t be sad. Soon we’re going to mate and then you will forget about Kim Hong Joong.“

„No!“ You gritted your teeth at him and the rebel wolf laughed at you mockingly. You were just too cute to think you could hurt him in any way.

„Then I will just try to kill you myself!“ You started to lunge at the much stronger wolf and he tackled you with ease back onto his bed and hovers above you.

Jong Ho secures your arms above you and finds your gaze to capture you in. „Stop this nonsense. If you don’t behave I will mark you right here and now.“

A tear rolls down your cheek after several tries to escape his strong grip.

„Why are you hating him so much?“

He frowns at you and sits up so you’re face to his back.

„You don’t know anything about the rebels, right? What little lies did Hong Joong tell you about us? Huh, nevermind.“ He stands up and leaves you alone in the room after he locks the door.

You groan out. „What does he mean with this?“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

You stood in front of the mirror to examine the dirty mark over your neck. It looked like the two marks emerged into one and you shuddered at the thought of Woo Young being your mate now.

„Someone’s here to see you.“ You quickly hid your neck and turned around to glare at the boy.

„Fuck yourself.“

„I would rather do that to you.“ Your lower region clenched at his words and your tried to hide the blush. Since Woo Young marked you things were very odd.

You thought it would take a long time for your wolf to catch feelings for the mate and you also heard that it only developed this quick if your older mate was dead.

But Seong Hwa was alive, right?

Woo Young couldn’t stand to see your hurt expression anymore so he walked up to you and caught your hand with his one.

The part he touched seemed to burn pleasantly and the two of you felt it.

„Come.“

„(y/n)?...“

You looked up and couldn’t believe what you saw. Seong Hwa! He came to get you! You ran up to him and he caught you in his arms and twirled you around. He buried his nose deep in the crook of your neck and instantly his smile vanished.

„You bastard! You aren’t allowed to do that!“

„Well, I am. And you know that, too.“

„What does he mean, Hwa...?“

„I would’ve never thought you had the guts for that.“

„Maybe I just followed my desire?“ He smirked at Seong Hwa and the older boy‘s eyes turned into a dangerous yellow color.

„Watch your words.“ He spit out thought gritted teeth and you were totally lost at what was going on.

„Stop! I want to know what the hell is going on here!“

„(y/n), you’re my mate. There‘s nothing going on here.“

„There‘s one little detail you’re missing - she’s my mate, too.“ You suddenly felt really dizzy and the last thing you see before you black out is Woo Young winking at you.

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j e o n g y u n h o

Yeo Sang was shattered. He felt so dumb to try something like this with you. He decided to get out of the town for a while to clear his mind.

Meanwhile you were just as disappointed with Yeo Sang as the young wolf himself with him.

Yun Ho on the other hand was totally confused why the boy would try to get to you in the first place...

Two months went by when you heard of Yeo Sang‘s come back. Yun Ho and you decided it would be the best to not tell anyone of the incident so many people were happy that the young boy was back.

You guessed that he would want to talk to you but you nearly collapsed when you saw him hand in hand with another girl passing over the market place.

„Yun Ho... do you see that, too?“

„Mh, what? Oh, what the...“

Later that day someone rang the bell to your house and your sister was so loud you could only guess who it was.

„(y/n), can we talk?“ You nodded at him with a unsure gaze to your sister but followed him anyway.

„I am sorry.“

„You should be.“

„It will never happen again.“

„Sure.“

„I found my mate.“

„That’s great...“

„I know I can never make up what I did to you and I don’t want to pretend it was only my wolf that pushed me to do it. I just lost control and I feel so bad for hurting you like this.“

„I understand. Our wolves sometimes can get out of control I know that. Just promise you won’t ever do that ever again and not to anyone else, too.“

„Of course! I will train my wolf and myself in self-control I already signed in for a course in another city where they help wolves like... me.“

You smiled at that. You still hated him in some way but your were glad he was sorry and tried to help himself.

„I wish you good look.“

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k a n g y e o s a n g

„What’s up sweetheart?“ Yeo Sang emerges your form on the couch and kisses your temple to which you giggle.

„You scrolling through social media.“

„Mh...“ He tangled himself with you on the furniture and watches how you swipe away quickly some pics of other boys on your instagram.

„Wait a second!“ He takes your phone and you slightly panick when he gets back to the boy that posted a pic of him with his six pack and your mate frowns.

„You like that?“

„Me? What? No!“

„Then why’re you following him?“ Suddenly a text message pops up and you gulp when you see it is from Yun Ho. What did that dick want?!

youknowthehoeyunho: still sticking with that stick? if you’re down for a real man come to my place tonight ;) party xx

„The fuck?! Baby, do you think I am not manly enough?“

„No! I don’t know why he writes me shit like that! I swear I don’t have a clue! And you know that I love you!“

You grabbed the phone back from him and deleted the message and put it away.

You tried to cuddle into Yeo Sang‘s chest but the boy was in deep thoughtful and suddenly stood up to grab his car keys.

„Where are you going?“

„Training with San and Min Gi.“

You facepalmed and tried to reach out for him but he was too fast and out of the door before you could stop him.

Stupid instagram...

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c h o i s a n

Of course San started his journey to get a potion that would heal you. It was a hard way but he was lucky that he found a witch that took quite the... liking in him.

„You should be fast if you want to heal her. Although this can destroy the spell your species tends to be blended quite easily...“ She laughed at him and San‘s knuckles turned white.

„I will safe her.“

Back to the house he frantically searched for you but he was stopped when he heard a groan from upstairs.

„Seong Hwa?! Shit, what happened? Where’s she?!“

„I am s-sorry, San. He - he got her.“

Finally she was back in his arms. The beauty herself (y/n) was kissing Hong Joong ravishly and he could swear his heart stopped a beat at the feeling.

„Tonight I will take what’s mine.“ His orbs turned into a golden color while he analyzed your faze. His fingers carefully touched your swollen lips from the kiss and he smirked.

„I am already yours.“

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s o n g m i n g i

The doctors were visiting you everyday but you were very weak after the attack of Seong Hwa. The wolf inside of you tried to heal you but it took a long time.

Min Gi visited you as often as possible and he decided to speak to his alpha about the incident.

„I know Min Gi but we cannot declare a war because of one thing.“

„One thing?! He wanted to kill my mate!“

„I know! It’s not that I don’t think Park Seong Hwa should meet consequences for his actions. You know about our problems with the other pack. We have to be careful also for our brothers and sisters!“

„You’re right, alpha.“

„I think we should - “ A call stopped the alpha to talk further and Min Gi didn’t stop pacing around the office.

„Oh, okay. That’s very good to hear. I - I know we have problems but thank you.“

„Who was it?“

„It was the alpha of the shadow pack. He said that they kicked Seong Hwa out so now he’s a rogue...“

„They really did? Gosh, I would’ve never guessed they would do that.“

„Yeah, me neither... but I think he knows the risk they would’ve been under in a war. Many other packs would’ve helped us because of our reason.“

„I am glad...“

„Yes, but... Min Gi. Park Seong Hwa is now a rogue. He doesn’t follow the law anymore and he’s got nothing to lose. We need to protect our borders in case he’s coming back.“

And he would come back.

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

„That fucking asshole! If he just came a little bit later I would’ve been able to - “

Hong Joong smirks at his friend.

„Been able to what?“

„To do everything that little bitch could only dream of...“

„I thought you weren’t interested in her?“

„Nah, but I know it would drive Woo Young insane.“

„Then we get them and let him watch?“

„How would that even be possible?“

„I know someone who might help us.“ Hong Joong smiles mischievously at his friend. He didn’t care about Woo Young and that mate of his but if it got them the final push to start a war it was worth it.

„Okay!“

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c h o i j o n g h o

„Yah! Wouldn’t thought you would pull so at this years competition!“

„For gods sake fuck off Min Gi.“

Min Gi‘s friends joined the little disput and soon other competitors came to watch.

„I really have a question, Jong Ho. Your mate is taller than you, right? Does she help you at shopping to reach the higher shelves?“ Many wolves laughed at that and Jong Ho‘s head started to become really red.

„Just by a few centimeters!“

„Hahaha! So it’s true! Well, no wonder she’s been hanging out with other boys...“

„She didn’t!“

„Well, how about another bet? If you win I will leave you and your model girl alone.“

„And if you win?“

„One night with her so she’s able to hug someone without bending down for once.“

Fucker.

„Alright.“ If looks could kill Min Gi sure would be dead by now. Jong Ho wouldn’t loose this competition.

„Oh my god! Did your hear already? Song Min Gi and Choi Jong Ho have a bet again!“

You had to spit the water out you were just about to swallow.

„Choi Jong Ho!“

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shadedrose01 · 4 years

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Only Us

Ship: Parksborn (Peter Parker/Harry Osborn)

Authors Note: A fluffy drabble I wrote quickly for fun. Based off the Spider-Man 2017 cartoon, not edited. Hope you guys enjoy! ❤💞❤

Edit: I'm stupid and forgot to add a spoiler warning. Spoilers for season 1 of the cartoon!!

It'll be us, it'll be us

And only us

And what came before, wont count anymore

Or matter. Can we try that?

"Cya!!"

"Get home safe, you two!"

"We will, bye!" Harry calls over his shoulder, to their three friends sitting on the steps Horizon High, Gwen and Anya in their fancy blue and red gowns, respectively, and Miles slicked back in his full black tux.

Peter echoes his words as he matches their steps, trying not to stumble as his attention shifts into the same thing it has been all damn night, Harry fricken Osborn himself and his goddamn suit. Because, while the rest of their friend group had dressed up nicely, him included in his burgundy hand me down vest and pants from his Uncle Ben and nice white dress shirt, Harry had outbeaten them all. To Peter, anyways.

The taller boy was wearing a dark navy blue velvet tux, with a bright white shirt tucked into his pants and a matching tie to bring it all together, and man is it doing things to Peter he'd rather not admit. It fits him in all of the right places, most likely tailored to him (unlike Peter's too big around the shoulders coat and rolled up pants), and the darker color brings out the lightness of his eyes, almost a cool gray in the light of the moon and yellow from the street lamps, while simultaneously meshing with his jet black hair, mostly slicked back except for the front, which had puffed back up in the hours of stuffy heat and the jumping that he had called dancing, combed back into a quiff only by his hands, messy and unmade but still so unbelievably perfect to Peter. It makes him forget how to breath, the ethereal beauty that is Harry Osborn, the perfection of the diamond that had escaped from the heat and pressure of Norman Osborn's clutches, and he barely notices that he's walking right towards a light post until he's right in front of it, and jerks out of the way at the last second.

Harry snorts of a laugh, and places a hand onto his arm to help steady him and help him keep up with the steady trot they've started. "You alright, Pete? You didn't sneak in some alcohol behind my back and didn't tell me, did ya?"

Peter turns to retort, to give back some snarky response as he always does, but then he's staring at harry again, into his bright, shining orbs and wide grin and raised eyebrow and his words dissolve on his tongue, his breath mysterious gone again. "Uhm, n-no?"

"You sure about that?" The taller boy starts at him quizzitively, but there's a hint of something else, of concern in his gaze. "You've been acting kinda weird tonight."

Peter feels his stomach twist with a guilt he hasn't felt around Harry in a while, since he had told Harry about Spider-Man honestly. After his biggest secret (or, what had been his biggest secret) had come to light, and the inevitable fight that came after was over, the two friends had been closer than ever, thicker than thieves, and they had promised to tell each other everything. No more secrets, no more lies. And Peter had broken that.

At least, for the past few months. He didn't mean to! Not really. He hadn't even noticed that he was gaining feelings, and feeling more for his childhood best friend until Anya and Gwen had cornered him in the lab and asked how long they'd been together, why they hadn't told them. After they talked, and he figured out he liked- no loved, its love at this point (oh god)- Harry, he didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to tell him that? When there was no sign that Harry felt the same (no matter how many times the girls, and then Miles too once he caught onto it, told him otherwise), when it could ruin everything between them. He didn't want to lose his best friend. Not again.

But that was the thing, wasn't it? The last time Peter had kept a secret this big away from Harry, it had almost ended in them severing, in the loss of their friendship, and Peter couldn't handle that. He couldn't lose him, not completely.

So, he had gathered up his courage, as much of it as he could muster being Peter Parker and not Spider-Man, and told himself and his friends that he was gonna do it tonight. He had planned to do it before the party, and then at the party, and then during the dance, and had proceeded to chicken out each and every time. But he knew he had to do it. He had to. And it had to be tonight.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure." He breathes out, glancing anywhere but at the boy beside him, matching him step for step, inhale and exhale, heart beating at almost the same time, Peter's only slightly quicker in his nerves. "I'm okay, Harry, I promise."

"Okay, if you're sure." Harry shrugs it off, as he always does, something he truly, utterly loves about the boy. He knows when to back down, and trusts that Peter will tell him whatever he needs to know. Its the simple, whole hearted faith in him that makes Peter's heart swell, and his face warm, even in the slight chill of the early summer night. They take a few more steps, their feet crunching in the light frost coating the pavement sidewalks beneath their feet until he speaks up again, his voice light, barely a sigh, almost a whisper, a shy truth. "Today was amazing. I almost don't want it to end."

"Me neither," Peter murmurs honestly, his heart stuttering as he realizes his time for telling the truth is running out. He spots the shadow of a jungle jim in the distance, the shine of the street lights reflecting off of the metal slide, dented and scratched up with use, and stops. "Maybe it doesn’t have to, yet."

Harry stops beside him, basically as soon as he does, so in tune with Peters sudden antics that it happens almost subconsciously, leaning on his right side as his eyebrows furrow. "But we already texted Aunt May, she's probably waiting on you to come home-"

"She can wait, she'll understand." He rushes forward, then, glances quickly both ways before running across the street and towards the playground, hearing Harry bark out a laugh and a "Peter!" before his lighter footsteps trail behind him. Peter just chuckles with a grin, flipping around to stare at his best friend and ignoring the stutter in his heart. "Don't you remember this place? We used to play here all the time!"

"Oh I remember," Harry grins as he catches up to him, "You used to push me off the slide all the time."

Peter scoffs playfully, and shoves him roughly with his shoulder. "Yeah, but only because you would do it first."

"Not true!"

"Absolutely true, and you know it!" He sticks out his tongue just as the reach the swings, the bright red paint of the seats almost a pink now due to sun exposure, and peeling, the metal chains holding them up rusty and old. "And these babies!" He exclaims, practically jumping onto the seat and hearing it creek dangerously under his weight, and holding his breath, releasing it only when the swing holds. "We used to play on these all the time."

"See who could go the highest." Harry agrees, sitting on the one beside him with much more ease and caution than Peter had. "Who could go the furthest when they jumped off." There's a hint of sadness, of melancholy in his voice now that Peter hates, hates so so much that he has to turn and face him, to see what was wrong, to see if he could make it better.

But Harry wasn't looking at him. Instead, he was staring up at the sky, at the galaxies and stars barely noticeable throughout the clouds of smoke and smog of the New York City skies, with a hint of a frown tilting his lips, and the multitude of worlds shimmering in his eyes. He's still beautiful, stunning even with the etch of sorrow and nostalgia on his features, his hair swaying slightly in the faint breeze. "It was so easy, back then." His voice is soft, again, barely audible to normal ears but crystal clear to Peter's inhanced ones. He thinks he would've heard him either way, as all of his focus is now captured, captivated by the boy. "We didn't have a care in the world. No stress of saving New York, no fears of- of dying, no pressures of taking over the Osborn Mantel. Just-" He pauses, taking a shuttering breath. "Just innocence. Naivety. Just... us."

"At least that hasn't changed, hey?" Peter murmurs, trying to lighten the mood, and beams when he hears Harry laugh. A faint chuckle, but its a start either way.

"Yeah, yeah." The light smile fades just as fast as it came, the light twinkle disappearing from his eye. "I hope it never does."

"It won't." Peter states, sitting up abruptly, his heart and mind racing as Harry gaze drops from the sky and looks over to him, swirling with so much pain, grief, loss, fear that it makes Peter ache, and he knows what he has to do, knows what he can do to hopefully wipe all those fears away. He just hopes his friends are right, and that it doesn't make everything so much worse.

The smaller boy leans forward, giving plenty of time for the taller to lean back, or move away, giving him plenty of chance to escape this situation if this isn't what he truly wants. But... Harry stays. He stays put, watching intensely as Peter moves closer and closer, his pupils growing as their shaking breath starts to mix, as their noses brush and eyelashes flutter shut, as their lips gently press together with ease, fitting together perfectly almost like two pieces of the same puzzle, almost as if they were made for each other. And then, he's leaning forward too, grasping at the collar of Peter's blazer and pulling him closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as Peter grabs at his arms and holds him there, hoping, longing to stay here, in this moment for as long as they possibly can, all of the worries for the future and sorrows of the past disappear in the heat and warmth of the now.

But all too soon, Peter's lungs start to ache, so he eases back just as Harry does, still so in sync even at a moment like this, resting their foreheads against one another as they breathe the same air, Peter's eyes fluttering open to see Harry already staring back, the storm grays turning into bright summer skies, so full of light and warmth and excitement, so full of hope that it makes Peter's heart sing and his chest warm, making a wide smile break onto his face. "It won't." Peter reiterates now, bumping his nose with Harry's just to hear him giggle, light and breathy.

"It better not." Harry warns, his nose scrunching playfully, gaze teasing. "You better not be the type to kiss and leave, Parker."

Peter bursts out laughing, leaning back heavily and causing him to swing slightly as Harry follows suit, chuckling beside him. Once settled down a bit, he glances over with a warm, bashful look. "I wouldn't even dream of it. Not for the world." Harry's face flushes at that, and he glances away shyly, a wide smile on his face.

They don't discuss titles, or what they are, really. But they don't have to. Both of them know, now, that no matter what comes their way, no matter what life throws at them, they'll get through it, together. And thats all that matters.

The world falls away...

And its only us

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warriorqueen1991 · 4 years

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Warnings: smut

Pairing: Harvey Russell x ofc

Notes: holy shit. It has been forever since I've posted anything and it feels so good to finally give ya'll somethin'. I hope you guys love it and please let me know what you think, and of course let me know if you'd like to be tagged 😁😁❤❤❤

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Russell let out a deep sigh as he ran his hand down his mouth, sliding his keys into the lock as he bit his lip.

Him and his girl Serenity had been through a bit of a rough patch the last few days, with him always gone and her riding his ass about being committed to their relationship.

He was trying, he really was.

But he was worn thin.

Everything would be ok.

Pushing through the door he spotted her pulling the curtains behind the couch, Serenity was the love of his life. No matter what happened, as long as he could come home to her…

Flicking the lights on and off he chuckled as she whipped around, her hands going to her hips as she gave him an angry expression. Harvey sighed “baby I'm sorry” he rubbed his chest with his fist as he tossed his keys on the table.

Serenity cocked her head to the side before huffing in disbelief her hands signed aggressively, parts of her voice coming through. Ok, she was pissed.

“I know baby, I know I'm late….but…”

She scoffed holding her hands up to silence him before grabbing her notepad, chucking it at his chest. It had been a little over two years since the destruction of Chicago and the world was still putting itself back together.

Harvey had met Serenity while helping Davis and George get survivors out of Chicago, she had been trapped under the rubble of her apartment complex for hours. A nearby explosion had all but destroyed her hearing.

She had been so terrified she'd clung to Harvey so tight he thought she'd never let go.

After that he'd spent days in the hospital holding her hand, when she'd finally came too she'd been angry and scared.

She had been a music teacher for almost ten years.

Her life had been ruined, but he had done everything in his power to make her happy. But even two years later he still couldn't seem to get it right.

Watching her storm out of the room he frowned, crouching down to pick up her notebook. A bright smile forming on his lips as he read the words in black marker scrolled across its page in large caps.

‘FOLLOW ME, YOU STUPID MAN!!’

Dropping the notebook on the floor, he loosened his tie before walking down the hall to their room.

Serenity was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her long red hair, her eyes were closed and her expression sad. Harvey sighed moving to sit next to her, resting his chin on her shoulder. His hazel eyes big and begging for her forgiveness as she opened her shimmering green orbs.

Putting her brush down she cupped his scruffy cheek rubbing it lovingly with her thumb, a small smile on her lips.

“I'm sorry” he breathed out as he leaned into her touch.

Nodding she signed “i know", kissing his lips gently making him smile softly. “You're too good for me...ya know that?” he chuckled, she nodded with a light giggle.

Harvey chuckled cupping her face so he could kiss her soundly, his eyes closing as the kiss became deeper and more heated. A low groan rumbling up through his chest as her fingers ran up through his hair. A soft giggle escaping her lips as he suddenly hoisted her onto his lap, his fingers caressing up her thighs and hips. His fingers dancing up her sides making her giggle sweetly before cupping her slender neck. The kiss getting slower but more thorough and deep.

Chuckling softly against her lips as he helped her slip her thin nightgown up over her head, tossing it to the side. Her beautiful, soft skin practically glowing in the soft light of the corner lamp. Harvey kissed her deeply, his large hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently before slowly sliding down to slip down the back of her panties.

Gasping with a heated smile Serenity suddenly shoved Harvey back, pinning him to the bed. Kissing him passionately, she slowly grinded her wet panties against his growing erection. Small little whimpers subdued against his lips as her hands fisted his shirt, his hands fighting to divulge her of her panties. Tossing the soon torn garment to an unseen corner of the room Harvey rolled them over, trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat before wrapping his lips around her pert nipple.

Serenity gasped tangling her delicate fingers into his hair, tugging on it gently as she bit her lip. Her body writhing beneath him as she arched her back off the bed, her fingers tugging his lips back to her in a hungry kiss. Urging him back on his knees, Serenity quickly worked his tie loose, yanking it free before using it to pull him back to her lips. Shoving his suite jacket from his shoulders, Serenity mewled against his lips as their hands fought to expel the offensive garment that was his white button up shirt. The poor thing practically getting ripped from his body before Harvey picked Serenity up, hands on each ass cheek as he shuffled them up the bed. Her loud squeal of surprise followed by the breathy giggle making him smile brightly against her lips.

Whipping his belt through his belt loops and tossing it to the side, Harvey looked down at Serenity as she smiled. Biting her finger with a beautiful blush as she slid her legs open for him, she giggled shyly before easing her panties down giving him a teasing wink.

Harvey shook his head with a loving smile as his hands slid up her thighs, finishing her panties removal before tossing them over his shoulder with a smirk. God she was so beautiful. Like a flame haired goddess, her red tresses spilled out, framing her head in a fiery halo as she smiled up at him. Kissing her deeply as her fingers ran through his hair, Harvey slid his hands up her thighs before lifting her smooth thigh up onto his hip. Their bodys moved against each other in slow, languid movements, Serenity's bare toes working to shove Harvey's pants down his narrow hips.

Once the rest of their clothes were strung around the bed like fallen leaves, Harvey rolled over on his back, Serenity rolling with him so she was straddling his hips. Her fingers holding his face as she kissed him passionately, her moist center rubbing against his swollen cock as heavy groans and soft whimpers were passed between their lips.

Easing down onto his thick girth with a shuddering breath, Serenity slid her eyes closed with an almost blissful sigh. Her hips rolling against his as his calloused hands slid up her body to her breasts, kneading them gently as his right hand slid to her throat. The soft squeeze of his fingers brought another breathy moan from her parted lips, her body undulating beautifully in the dim lighting.

Pressing his head back into the pillow with a rumbling groan, Harvey closed his eyes, panting softly. Serenity's hands ran up his chest as his hand slid down to grip her hips, urging her to pick up the pace with a soft smack on the ass. Serenity gasped with a light giggle, her nails digging into his chest gently as her hips began to move. Harvey bit his lip with a grunt, his own hips rising to slap against hers as their movements became more desperate. The building crescendo between their bodies was almost palpable, sweat clinging to their skin making them shine in the soft lighting of the corner lamp.

Throwing her head back with a carrying moan, Serenity squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving as Harvey positioned his legs so he could thrust into her harder. His cock was driving deep inside her with each thrust, her tight walls dragging against his shaft almost begging him to stay inside her. She was so close. Her thighs shaking as his thumb slid over her clit making her jerk. Whimpering, digging her blunt nails into his chest she squeezed her eyes shut before dropping down to kiss him hungrily. Harvey’s groans were muffled against her lips as his fingers dug into her soft flesh, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall keeping time with the squeaks of the bed frame.

Feeling her tighten around him Harvey growled and grunted, kneading her ass firmly as he gave her ass another firm smack. The sting of pain and the increase in his pace had Serenity falling apart around him, her throwing back her red hair as she rode out her orgasm. Her juices coating his cock and balls as he suddenly sat up, kissing her hungrily, his hands running up her back and shoulders. Panting against her sweaty cheek, Harvey closed his eyes with an almost relieved groan as his own release splattered deep inside her.

The sound of her breathy gasp and small whimper at the feeling of his hot seed filling her up had Harvey smiling softly, rubbing her back soothingly with a soft hum. He knew she could feel his purr through his chest against her bare skin, her own hands sliding up his back and into his hair before she kissed him deeply. There never needed to be any words exchanged between them in moment's like this, no explanation for the way they felt or how they were feeling at the moment. They already knew. There were no secrets between them, no lies or miscommunication. They were perfectly in sync, two sides of the same coin.

No matter what happened they would always be together, his crass attitude and brash personality mixing perfectly with her calm and sweet demur.

He was her light and she was his sweet Serenity.

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pennylanefics · 5 years

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first times

a/n: if you didn’t see my post, i updated this character list. i have removed both eddie and robin, and have included liam :) hope you all are okay with the change, it’s been easier for me tbh bc i could never write well for either of them. anyways, hope you like this one!! in my opinion, i don’t think these are the greatest, so sorry :|

warnings: liam’s is a little steamy

•••

taron

- you and taron had been on a few dates so far, and everything was going great. he is a super sweet guy and so caring, and you could see this blossoming into a relationship.

because of his sweet nature, he had yet to kiss you. and every time you went on a date, all you could think about was kissing his perfect lips and imagining what they felt like. but, you knew the right time would come, and you wanted to wait for the perfect moment instead of asking awkwardly.

that time came on your fifth date, about a month since you two have been seeing each other. he took you to a laid-back diner, one that he went to all the time since he was a kid. the food was amazing, the dessert was even better, and now you two were walking through the park that was nearby. considering it was close to eight at night, there wasn’t anyone else there. there was a slight breeze, which caused you to shiver.

“you cold?” taron asks, although he knew the answer. almost immediately, his jacket was off his body and he was draping it over your shoulders.

“thank you,” you say softly, slowing down your pace just a bit. taron keeps his gaze on you as he comes to a complete stop. you notice this and stop as well.

“something wrong, t?” he shakes his head and steps closer towards you, leaning down just a little, still keeping his eyes on yours. you see his green orbs flicker down to your lips for a split second, and before you know it, his lips are on yours. and the kiss is magical.

he tastes of the chocolate dessert you two shared, along with a hint of cigarette smoke. you didn’t mind it, though, because his lips were so soft and you melted against him.

when you two pulled back, taron rests his forehead on yours, his breath hitting your face.

“fuck, i’m falling hard for you, love.”

dennis

- “you know, you’re the first relationship i’ve ever been in?” dennis’ words threw you off. you two were enjoying a night in, dennis didn’t have to work and you were off for the rest of the night. you took advantage of this, ordering in some food and just laying in bed in each other’s arms. you two had moved on to watch a movie after the food was gone. but, upon hearing dennis’ voice, you pause the movie and sit up to peer down at him.

“really?” you clarify, just to make sure you heard him right.

“yeah. i’ve always been too messed up for girls i went to school with. hell, i was seen as the kid everyone was warned to stay away from. me and gog were those two boys the entire school despised. and i never met any girl outside of school because, well, i was never the cleanest. my clothes were ratty, i reeked of smoke, weed, and alcohol, i’m not surprised no one wanted to be with me.” the heartbreak in dennis’ voice saddened you. he sounded so hurt and broken, you just wanted to hold him forever and protect him from the world.

“oh den. i’m so sorry. i don’t know why no one would want to be with you. you’re the sweetest guy i’ve ever met. yeah, you had a bad past, but you’ve grown and you’re past that now. you are such a better person than you think you are, trust me.” he smiles and reaches up to stroke your cheek.

“i’m happy that you think that. i’m glad you don’t see me for my past or what i’ve done. i’m trying hard to move on from it, and thanks to you, i’m already so much better.” you lean into his touch and hold onto his wrist to keep his hand there.

“den, you don’t realize how amazing you are. when i say i’ve never met any man like you, i’m not joking. you are so caring and kind and considerate, i could never see myself with anyone else.”

“i love you,” dennis whispers. you two have said it before, but for some reason, there was so much more meaning and sincerity to it.

“i love you too, bub. now, let’s continue our movie night, yeah?” but, dennis has a different idea. as soon as you lay back down, he is on top of you, kissing you slowly and passionately.

“no, let’s do something more fun.”

eggsy

- your friends had dragged you out to the pub for a night of fun. well, it was more of a night for them to meet guys and go home with them. you, however, didn’t feel like drinking or meeting anyone. hell, you didn’t even feel like leaving the house in the first place.

but, your entire night changed when you laid eyes on a very handsome man. he had been eyeing you since you walked in, but you didn’t want to make the first move. so, you sat with your friends, he sat with his, and you two continued to make eyes at each other.

finally, when you decided to step outside for some fresh air, the man followed you, seeing this as a way to talk with you. the cool breeze of the night whips your face, making you sigh out in content. it was extremely stuffy in there, so you were happy to feel free.

“needed a break from your friends?” a voice asks you. turning, you see the man leaning against the wall a couple feet from you.

“yeah. i didn’t even wanna come tonight, but they made me.” the worst case scenarios started popping up in your head. you were wondering what this guy wanted. was he going to kill you? kidnap you? he didn’t seem like the type, but men are very unpredictable.

“why not?” you turn to face him and raise your eyebrows.

“and why would i tell a stranger that?” he shrugs and shoves his hands in his jacket pocket.

“i’m eggsy,” he introduces himself.

“eggy?” you ask in confusion. eggsy chuckles and shakes his head.

“eggsy. ‘egg’ with an ‘s’ and ‘y’ added.”

“odd name.”

“just a nickname.” you turn your body to face him, your shoulder against the wall.

“what’s yours?” he asks.

“(y/n)”

“beautiful name, love.”

“how do i know you’re not some creep who just wants to shove me in his trunk and drive away?” you half-jokingly ask. eggsy laughs and shakes his head.

“i’m not like that, i promise.”

“how are you gonna prove it?” he thinks for a moment before smirking playfully.

“come back to mine and i can make you scream in another way.”

dean

- being with dean wasn’t the easiest. he was the biggest party boy and you knew that you couldn’t stop him. after a couple months of dating, though, he seemed to lighten it up a bit. he started spending more time with you, slowly stopped using drugs, and even became much more of an actual boyfriend.

he was beginning to take you on real dates, he bought you flowers and chocolate at random times, he even stayed in almost every friday and saturday night just to be with you. it surprised you how affectionate he had become, his friends even began bugging him about it. although it didn’t seem to bother him much. so, one day, you decided to ask him about his habits.

“dean, can i talk to you for a few minutes?” you ask, stepping into his office where he sat at the desk. he glances up with a worried look, but follows you into the living room anyway.

“something up, sweets?” he wonders.

“no, well, kinda. i just want to know why you’ve suddenly changed. you’ve stopped partying, going out, doing drugs, you’ve been seriously affectionate and sweet towards me. this doesn’t seem like you, not that i’m complaining. i just want to know what changed?” dean is silent for a moment before taking your hand and smiling up at you.

“you changed me. although you didn’t do anything but treat me like an actual human, i realized that there’s so much more to life than partying and getting high. being with you makes me much happier than when i’m high, and i can’t thank you enough for showing me what real love is like. you’re the first person i’ve ever loved and-”

“you love me?” you interrupt him. your eyes are wide with shock at the confession. he had yet to say it, and you were wondering if he was even the type of guy to fall in love.

“well, yeah. i have since i met you, honestly. you saw me as more than my “party animal” persona, you saw something deeper and you decided to stay through my fucked up life. no one has ever stayed around long enough, it’s always been a fuck and go. but with you, i’m so fucking in love with you, it actually terrifies me. but i’m happy that we found each other because i have no idea if i’d even be alive if it weren’t for you.” the things dean was telling you were thoughts you wouldn’t have figured he’d ever have. somehow, you changed him for the better, and you couldn’t be happier.

“i’m happy that i was able to get through to you, unintentionally. i love you too, dean, and i’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

“it’s all because of you, baby. now come here and give me a cuddle.”

liam

- liam’s lips pressed against yours fervently as he pushed you down on his bed. his hands were placed on either side of your head, holding himself up, while your hands traveled under his shirt, scratching your nails against his skin.

what was supposed to be a study session quickly turned into a make out session. it started with short kisses whenever you got an answer right, those kisses turned into more with each one, and now here you were. but, there was one problem: you had never gone this far with a guy before. and you figured liam has by how well of a kisser he is.

after a few minutes of making out, you pull back and look up at liam.

“li, uh, i-”

“i’m a virgin, (y/n),” he admits before you can. your eyes widen a bit, not expecting him to tell you that.

“i am too.” he nods and moves to sit beside you. you sit up and grab his hand, stroking your thumb against the back of it.

“liam, i’m ready if you are. i don’t want this to happen with anyone else. i love you and i trust you.” he gazes at you, his eyes full of love and a smile on his lips.

“i love you too. and i’d be happy if you were my first, if you are happy with me being yours. well, i mean, you did just say that and-” you cut his rambling off with a soft kiss, silently telling him that you were more than okay with this.

“um, i have condoms in m-my drawer, just give me a second.” liam stands up and runs to his dresser, digging through his socks to find the box that contains the item. after a few seconds, liam returns with one and sets it on his nightstand. he goes back to kissing you with the same passion as before you stopped. liam moans into your mouth as you scratch his back again.

“fuck,” liam breathes out against your lips, “can’t wait to show you how much i love you.”

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theoneandonlykymberlee · 5 years

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Another life.

I wrote this a few days ago, and @suckonmybalz just made my choice on whether to post it or not, because I am in fact, a coward. This is the first Ryan fic that I’ve ever posted, and it makes me nervous.

Warning: mentions of suicide and miscarriage.

Cringe worthy angst.

If I can't let you go will darkness divide?

For the fiction of love is the truth of our lies.

We were playing for keeps, but we both knew the cost.

Now the only way out’s in your heart shaped box.

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I still hear her agonized screams even in the dead of night, and it keeps me from getting any semblance of sleep. The pain she endured for me and only me, looking back, I shouldn’t have played the game I got involved with. I got sent on a job, to take this seemingly innocent girl and fucking destroy her.

“I plan on keeping you forever Sitkowski. I love you.”

“Only if I can keep you Y/L/N, I love you more.”

I sigh and set my guitar down as gently as I can before pulling my vans on and walking out of my room, met with the worried eyes of my roommate Rick.

“Where you going?”

“I’m gonna go for a walk. Try to clear my head.”

“It’s been a year dude. She’s gone.”

“I know, and I fucking did it. I’m going for a walk.”

I walk out the door and into the dark and snow dusted Scranton night, taking a deep breath and heading into the woods behind the house, my safe place.

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Y/N P.O.V.

I wake up gasping for air like I have every day for the last seven months, immediately placing my hand over the scar on my chest. I can feel the tears streaming down my face with no end as I quietly pull a pair of sweat pants on my pale, scarred legs. My memories eating me alive as I do so.

“I plan on keeping you forever Sitkowski. I love you.”

“Only if I can keep you Y/L/N, I love you more.”

I pull a pair of black boots on and make my way out of my apartment, under the watchful eyes of my best friend Y/BFF/N.

“Where you going?”

“I’m gonna go for a short walk.”

“It’s been a year baby girl, he’s gone.”

“I know. But he fucking did this to me. I won’t go far. I want to go to the pond in the woods.”

She just nods and lets me leave, and I proceed to step out into the pitch black darkness of the Scranton evening. I can feel the snow fall around me as I set off across the creek in the yard, to the woods, my sanctuary.

~~~~~~~~~~

But I hate that it seemed you were never enough

We were broken and bleeding but never gave up

And I hate that I made you the enemy

And I hate that your heart was the casualty

Now I hate that I need you.

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I walk for what feels like hours listening to the sounds of the woods around me, before I come upon the small pond I usually sit at. I sigh loudly into the frigid night air and sit on a tree trunk that must’ve uprooted recently, as I lean back against the sturdy roots and fix my hat on my head, looking up at the stars.

“Fuck.”

I quickly sit up and look across the pond. Where the blonde hair of a stranger is the only thing I can see as she sits at the edge of the water, hand to her chest. Y/N flashes into my head. Her smile, her laugh, the way she used to mess with me while I was playing guitar. The look on her face as I pulled the trigger and shot her straight in the chest, forever etched into my memory as she finally doubted everything I had ever said to her with her last dying breath.

“I thought… you loved me.”

Oh god I do.

“I never did. I needed to make you believe it to get you to let me in. Stupid little girl.”

Oh god you were never stupid.

“I knew it. I knew you were too good to be true.”

Oh baby. You’re the one too good to be true. You’re perfect.

“Of fucking course. Why would I ever love someone like you. Worthless, overweight, pitiful.”

Oh god oh god no. I love you.

I watched the life leave those beautiful blue eyes before I hopped out the window of the apartment we once shared.

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Y/N P.O.V.

I walk for only a short time, finding warmth in the color of his honey brown eyes in the sun as I remember everything about him. I remember his laugh, the look of mischief in his eyes when he surprised me with something. The look of joy when I would mess with him as he played guitar.

I quickly drop to the ground at the edge of the pond I spend most of my time around, holding my hand to my chest, feeling the now irregular beat of my heart.

I catch something moving in the reflection on the water, and Ryan immediately flashes into my memories, causing me to whimper lightly, feeling tears fall down my face in torrents.

I remember all of the I love you’s we had once shared, that is… before he pulled the trigger and shot me straight in my chest. I remember the animalistic look in his eyes as I turned around, glock nine also pointed at his head.

I remember the terror in those honey colored orbs as I spit up blood for the first time, and realization hit me like a freight train.

“I thought… you loved me.”

Oh god please tell me you love me before I die.

“I never did. I needed to make you believe it to get you to let me in. Stupid little girl.”

Oh god how could I be so fucking stupid.

“I knew it. I knew you were too good to be true.”

Oh baby. You always were too good to be true. You’re perfect, I’m not.

“Of fucking course. Why would I ever love someone like you. Worthless, overweight, pitiful.”

Oh god, nobody could ever love me anyways.

I watched the life leave those beautiful brown eyes as he said the words, leaving me for dead on the kitchen floor of the apartment we both shared once upon a time ago.

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As we rest here alone like notes on a page

The finest to compose could not play our pain

With a candle through time I could still see your ghost

But I can't close my eyes, for it is there where you haunt me most.

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I watch the girl for what feels like forever, hearing her heartbroken whimpers as she pulls her knees up against her chest and wraps her arms around them. I watch her, and remember the love of my life.

I remember that fateful night like it was yesterday, it replays when I close my eyes, Y/N’s blonde hair haunting me like a ghost to this day. I was working late, had to do something for my boss as well as talk to Chris about the new record, so I got home late, immediately loading one in the chamber as I silently opened the door, spotting Y/N standing in the dark kitchen, not a light on in sight.

“Babe?”

“In the kitchen honey.”

My intention was to shoot her in the head, one and done. But that’s definitely not how it worked out when she pulled an untraceable Glock nine out of the back of her jeans and touched the barrel to my forehead right as I rested the barrel of my gun right in the middle of her chest. There was no talking. We were both testing the other with our eyes only as we stared each other down. I just so happened to pull the trigger first. Ruining my entire life in seconds. Having to lie to the love of my life as she fucking died.

I could feel the roots of the tree against my back as the girl across the pond kept her eyes focused on the water.

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Y/N P.O.V.

I could feel the scar in my chest beating in time with what is left of my heart as I whimper quietly to myself, watching the man across the pond in the water. Remembering the love of my life; and everything we went through.

He had to work late, and my boss gave me the go ahead to end him, knowing that I didn’t want to. I couldn’t and I knew it. I got home and stood in the kitchen for almost an hour. To afraid to do anything except sip my glass of wine as the door opened and I heard Ryan.

“Babe?”

“In the kitchen honey.”

My breath caught in my throat at the sound of him walking up behind me as I turned around and rested the barrel of my gun against his forehead, wanting so badly for my lips to be there instead. I felt the cold metal of his weapon resting between my breasts as I tried to keep my breathing steady, challenging him with my eyes, having faith in his love for me. He was ice fucking cold as he smirked at me and pulled the trigger, piercing my heart and shattering my chest plate, almost killing me. But what didn’t kill me, made me wish I was dead, because I knew that the person I loved the most didn’t fucking love me.

I groaned against my legs and cried as quietly as I could, as the guy across the pond watched me intently while leaning against an uprooted tree.

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I hate that it seemed you were never enough

We were broken and bleeding but never gave up

And I hope that I sing through your memory

As we echo through time in the melody

Now I hate that I need you.

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I listened to the girl cry for god knows how long before she made a move to adjust her position, crying out a name that sounded vaguely like mine as she shifted her weight. I watched her intently as images and moments flashed in front of my eyes.

The day I saved Y/N’s life when she tried to kill herself. The day she came to my house when I got off tour because I was in a severe depression and I needed her. The day we found out we were expecting, followed shortly by the worst miscarriage. The day I told her I loved her the first time, and how shell shocked she looked.

In that moment I heard it clear as fucking day.

“Why me? Why me Ryan why?!”

My head shot up and I watched as she wiped her eyes on her hoodie for the billionth time.

“I fucking hate that I need you. I hate that I was never enough.”

In that second I felt my entire world come crashing down, hearing the raw sound of Y/N’s voice somewhere else but my memories.

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Y/N P.O.V.

I know my judgement lapsed as I cried his name out against my sleeve covered hand, the memories pelting me from every angle at once. The day he saved me when I tried to kill myself. The day I spent in his presence because he wasn’t feeling right when he got back from tour. The day I found out I was pregnant, and excitedly told him, watching him drop to his knees as he cried happy tears and kissed my belly, and the disasterous miscarriage that destroyed me. The day he told me he loved me and I couldn’t believe him no matter how many times he told me.

I gasped loudly and bit my hand, letting out a strangled cry, “why me. Why me Ryan, why?”

I wiped my eyes on my hoodie sleeve for the millionth time as the tears kept dripping down my face.

“I fucking hate that I need you. I hate that I was never enough.”

My head shot up as the voice of my memories replied.

“I hate that it seemed you were never enough. We were broken and bleeding and never gave up.”

In that second. The voice of my worst nightmares hit me straight in my soul as I put my hand over the crater in my chest.

~~~~~~~~~~

And I hear you now when you said "It hurts, but it had to fall apart to work"

As I see you now in what's left of me

Is it too late to plead insanity?

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Oh god. Is it really her?

Oh god… is it really him?

Does she hate me?

Is he going to try to kill me again?

She’s still so beautiful.

He still looks just as handsome after all this time.”

I couldn’t hold myself in that spot any longer as I got up and all but sprinted around the pond towards the voice that sang in my memories. I dropped to my knees next to her and held her face in my hands, making sure every detail was the exact same, the only difference being the don light in her lively blue eyes.

“It hurts, but it had to fall apart to work.”

I felt my chest caving in as she held onto my hands and looked into my eyes, almost questioning me silently.

“If you’re going to try to kill me again, please make sure you do it this time.”

“Is it too late to plead insanity?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N P.O.V.

I could feel my entire body shrinking in on itself as Ryan all but ran at me from where he was once rooted to the spot. He dropped to his knees and even slid a small distance before he grabbed my face and held it between his warm palms, analyzing every single feature. I’m sure he noticed the dead bulb behind my eyes as I examined him just the same. I gently put my hands over his and felt the tears dripping down my face anew.

“It hurts, but it had to fall apart to work.”

I questioned him silently with my eyes before I mustered up the strength and courage to talk again.

“If you’re going to try to kill me again, please make sure you do it this time.”

“Is it too late to plead insanity?”

Ryan didn’t skip a beat in letting my face go and holding my hands in his larger warm ones.

~~~~~~~~~~~

'Cause I hate that it seemed you were never enough

You were broken and bleeding in the name of love

And I hope that we meet in another life

I don't hate that I need you.

~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N watched me intently the entire time before she pulled her knees back up.

“I hate that it seems I was never enough. I was broken and bleeding in the name of love. And I hoped that we’d meet in another life.”

“I don’t hate that I need you Y/N.”

“I don’t hate that I need you either Ryan.”

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Y/N P.O.V.

I guess another life came sooner than I thought as I stared my past life in the face with a gaping hole in my chest.

I pulled my knees back up and looked back out at the water, after watching Ryan intently.

“I hate that it seems I was never enough. I was broken and bleeding in the name of love, and I hoped that we’d meet in another life.”

“I don’t hate that I need you Y/N.”

I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he stared at me like I was an angel.

“I don’t hate that I need you either Ryan.”

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Change

Inspired by the Deftones. You could probably guess that lol.

Warning/Disclaimer: This is a oneshot in which Erik is a JERK. He is a BAD PERSON in this. Not goals at all. This is DARK. (The Deftones are dark) Felt like writing it though so... enjoy? I'm only tagging certain ppl for this one because it's not my typical Erik.

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Ever since his father was brutally murdered for his values, Erik had never been the same. The world had never been the same. The light had gone. Where teachings of morality, equality, and love used to frame his worldview and serve as a guide for daily living, there was only room now for power, control, and the animalistic desire to burn, destroy, and ruin anything that threatened to rise above him or make him feel.

Through a haze of darkness, Erik watched Her as she moved gracefully through the crowd, floating blissfully above it. Beyond it. In a pawn-ridden club with disposable buzzing flies high on their own drunkenness and debauchery, she was a butterfly. Fresh and undisturbed snow. Untouched, but not untaintable. No one was untaintable, not to him.

He envied her easy smile. He coveted, yet despised the pure joy she seemed to radiate because he could not feel it. Perhaps it was the luxury of innocence she was shrouded in like a virgin at the altar who's yet to be defiled.. with blind faith that the world would continue rocking her to sleep in a bubble that knows no pain or solitude. She held a freedom that he didn't hold and for that, he had to destroy her. He knew he was superior to her. He just had to prove it to her.

Pushing aside the women he'd just gifted with his time and attention, he made his way through the crowd and like a moth to a flame, her wide and innocent eyes found his. He smirked, holding her with a smoldering look as he disappeared to a VIP room wondering if she'd follow. Tick tock, he smiled, posted on the wall in the private room. Almost instantly she came wandering into the trap like a little lost mouse. She jumped when she noticed him standing there, watching her closely like a snake poised to strike. He didn't care about her name or her life story, he only wanted one thing.. to destroy something pure and beautiful and babygirl was it.

She started to speak, but he shushed her gently, approaching slowly. He tilted her chin up and looked deeply into her expressive black orbs. There wasn't an emotion she had that couldn't be immediately read. She was entranced, her breathing unsteady, her lips parted and silently begging. Desire was written all over her and he counted it as worship. He brought his face closer to hers feeling her body heat spike as she flushed, brown skin heating. He touched her skin, feeling the change and stroking her smoothness. She melted into his hand, already purring like a content kitten. She was literally in the palm of his hand. He kissed her deeply watching her eyelids flutter as she surrendered to passion before he tugged up the hem of her short dress and grabbed a handful of her ass.

As if coming to her senses, she collected herself and pulled her dress back down, but when she tried to kiss him again, he declined. "Pull your dress up," he murmured, watching her struggle within her mind on whether or not to obey. She looked suddenly uncomfortable. "I've never gone that far," she admitted hesitantly, "Can we just makeout, for now," she asked softly returning his hand to her waist. He pulled away, switching positions with her so that he could pin her to the wall. "I don't want to wait," he said kissing and sucking on her neck. "Admit you want me inside you right now." His hands roamed her body over her clothes and went to her neck, squeezing gently. Gradually, he added pressure watching her facial expressions change. Part of him wanted to choke her out completely because he loved how her eyes searched his in fear, recognizing the power in his grasp.. but he released her and she gasped. "You liked that," he smirked and it was more of a suggestion than an observation. "Yes," she whispered reaching out for him. This time when he kissed her, he slipped his hand under her dress and into her panties where he began to stimulate her into being a bit more open to suggestion. "Say thank you," he whispered in her ear as she panted. "Thank you," she whispered, but he didn't let her cum. "Pull your dress up," he repeated and she did.. like any other common woman at the club would have. He smirked, a silent chuckle bursting through and she smiled, completely oblivious. There was nothing truly special about her, just as he'd suspected. How had she deluded herself into thinking that there was?

He kissed her lips and then her neck and he removed her dress, kissing skin wherever he saw fit from her breasts to her stomach to her hips, her thighs, and finally.. He ripped her panties off throwing them across the room. Growling, he devoured her like a madman, gripping and spreading her for better access to the honeypot. Indeed, she was sweet. He bit her clit and she shrieked, swatting at him before he soothed it with his lips and tongue. He couldn't make her too mad just yet, he wasn't done playing with his newest specimen. "You're so beautiful," he hummed into her collarbone noting the tenderness swelling in her eyes. She was forming an emotional attachment very quickly which meant she was a whore for love. He could fake that well. It was perfect for what he wanted.

"There's something I always wanted to try," he whispered gently stroking her face with the back of his hand, "You up for adventure, little one?" She nodded. "Yes, sir," he prompted gently. "Yes, sir," she repeated obediently, readily accepting her subservience. He didn't even have to buy her anything and he would've.. just to get in her pants. In his mind, she was cheap. She didn't even know his name and she was already his little slave. It was too good. "I think you're the most beautiful woman in this club. You're perfect. Why don't we do a walkthrough with you in just your heels like this and I'll walk you to my car, take you home with me.." Calling her beautiful seemed to light something within her. He made a mental note to use the word sparingly and only as an incentive or reward. He teased her with his soft lips brushing hers, the taste of her still on them. "That's too far, I can't do that," she pleaded. "Come on," he pressed, pushing his hard and perfect body against hers. His finger danced on her bottom lip. "Don't be afraid, just do it," he spoke firmly. A few more kisses and booty rubs and she was walking ahead of him through the club, butt naked. In less than an hour, he'd managed to lure and tame the lone butterfly and turn her into a slave on parade. Mentally, he gave himself a pat on the back enjoying the attention on the way out. Everyone in that club knew now without a doubt that he was the king. He reigned supreme and they were all lowly peons who could never accomplish the feat he'd just accomplished.

"Good job, baby," he praised when they reached his car. "Although your naked ass fogging up my leather seats is disgusting." He smiled a smile that didn't touch his eyes, rubbing her hand when she looked up in confusion. Once they reached his house, he gave her his can of pledge and a paper towel to wipe off his seat with. "You missed a spot," he lied pointing to an area they both knew she'd wiped. She rewiped it without complaint. It made his dick hard. "You think pledge works on a driveway," he mused wondering if she was stupid enough to try it. "Get that little spot of dirt up and see... No you gotta really get down there.. Wipe it up. That one too. It's not coming up, find a way to get it up." It was dark, he couldn't actually see shit on the driveway but she'd gone with it. Frustrated, she finally stood, stomping to her feet. The neighbors were probably watching the show. "Get it up," he pointed back down and she grunted in anger. He didn't give a fuck if she was angry, he wanted her down. When she refused, he locked his car doors and turned to enter his house, closing her out. He didn't care where she went.

She knocked on the door and he ignored it, pouring himself a glass of Hennessy, toeing off his loafers, and stripping his clothes off. He didn't open the front door until he felt like opening it. "Crawl," he commanded as a condition to her coming inside. She was free to leave, but she chose to drop to the ground and crawl inside like an animal. Like a beetle, while he sipped from his glass, staring. He walked to his living room as she crawled behind him and he didn't have to look at her to know she was enjoying the view of him. He knew he was attractive from every angle. He'd worked to be attractive from every angle. It was an honor for her to look upon him. "Have a seat," he said pointing to the large glass coffee table. She was concerned about putting her ass on it, rightfully so, but he'd commanded it. She sat and he circled her, determining that she was dying meat and he was a vulture waiting until she was completely dead to strike. She could still sink lower. "I've got something for you," he smiled flashing his dimples, "Wait here, mama. I'll be right back."

He wasn't right back. He lost track of time. She was still sitting, but on her phone when he returned. "Focus," he snapped, pushing her from the table. He produced a vial of cocaine and made two lines of it on the glass. "If you wanna stay, snort these," he said flatly offering her another moral decision. He didn't interfere as she hesitated, enjoying her uncertainty. It was intriguing to watch her consider snorting cocaine when she still didn't know his name. He didn't snort cocaine, he simply sold it. No one forced her to do anything that she'd done, but he'd watched her like the devil as she'd made decision after decision. She was no longer a butterfly, though she still believed that to be the case. As she snorted her first line and sat up with furrowed brows, trying to manage the feeling, he chuckled. He wasn't even sure if she was a fly. On the ground, she didn't soar or float. She wallowed. He fucked her that night while she was high and when he woke up, she was gone.

He saw her every time he visited the club from that point and she was always the wildest, so alive. She started smoking, he noticed when he saw her outside of the club. He'd fucked her a few more times and he wasn't the only one. She'd started slipping. She wasn't as.. pristine.. as he'd remembered. Her luster was completely gone, replaced with the sloppy shell of her former glory. It was like he'd imagined the butterfly. She lived as though she never had wings to begin with.

It wasn't until he got really drunk one night in particular.. he drove home. He put himself to bed. He had a nightmare that shook him awake and had him sitting on the edge of the bed. N'Jobu was towering over him as though he were a child again and he felt the disappointment in his father's stare. The shame he'd once felt so clearly as a child returned with a vengeance along with a distinct sense of right and wrong. It was like every atrocity he'd committed had come back to destroy him. It was unbearable, the feelings of remorse, regret, self-loathing, and hopelessness. He pulled out his phone to call Her, something he'd never done. His hands shook as he told her to come over. The phone slipped from his fingers to the floor without ending the call. She came, dropping to the ground immediately. Her hair was a mess. She had bags under her eyes and her skin was dull. She was high as hell and it was all his fault. Everything he'd done to her to ruin her because of his own pain. Laughing to cover his pain and tears, he wrapped his arms around himself, falling to his knees. He only wanted to hurt himself. He looked to the left and saw a vision of N'Jobu glaring at him in disgust. Pulling out his handgun he gently placed it in her hand, gesturing for her to shoot him. He owed her that much.

BLAME THE DEFTONES I'M SORRY!!!!

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lavendersmiles · 6 years

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Wishes

SasuSaku Month 2018

Day 23: New Dream

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Author’s Note: I wanted to post this on Sasuke’s birthday but I wanted to post everything in order so... yeah. Just need to finish 8 prompts that are halfway done and I’m praying I could finish it all before July ends~ ganbatte @ self!

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For the longest time, Sasuke never celebrated his birthday.

The 23rd of July became just any other ordinary day. Since the fall of his clan, he didn’t have the urge or the will to make the day of his birth special. How can he be happy if he had no one to be with him? It only reminded him that he is all alone… only alive to kill the one whom he thought that loved him the most and avenge his family.

But he was able to celebrate it after a long while. Team 7 insisted he should. It was simple and though he will never admit it out loud, he was grateful.

When the young Uchiha left Konoha however, he made it a distant memory… something he didn’t want to indulge himself with. Bonds will only get in the way of his revenge. And after constantly fighting for years with the truth exposed to him, everything flew out of the window. Only when the war was finished did he get to finally be calm enough to think things through… and remember the day of his birth.

Though he was still on probation, it didn’t stop Naruto and Sakura from celebrating his eighteenth year in the world. It was as rowdy as when they were simply genin, and deep within Sasuke’s heart, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, it was hard not to remember his birthday. Aside from the fact that it falls on a hot summer day, someone was always there to remind him, even days before.

Sasuke felt sleep leaving him completely upon hearing soft giggles near him. Even without opening his eyes, he knew he wasn’t alone in bed anymore. A soft smile formed on his face as the giggles became louder, accompanied with a gentle shush. Finally allowing himself to embrace the new day, mismatched orbs found obsidian and emeralds twinkling with delight at him.

“Happy birthday, Sasuke-kun!” his wife exclaimed before proceeding to sing the entire song for him, holding a cake in her hands. Their one year old daughter clapped and flailed her arms at her own will, accompanying her mother’s tune while cooing and laughing at the same time. Upon seeing her father’s sleepy face, little Sarada slapped her chubby hands on either side of his cheeks.

“Pa! P-Papa!”

Sakura paused in singing the last line to give a hearty laugh when she saw Sasuke’s eyes went wide at their princess’ rather forceful wake-up call.

“Happy birthday dear Sasuke-kun, happy birthday to you!” the kunoichi ended, holding out the cake he knew that was made specifically to match his taste. The flames on the candles danced slowly, catching their little girl’s attention. The head of the household finally joined his family in sitting upright on the large bed, taking Sarada to sit on his lap.

Sakura came closer to them. “Make a wish before you blow your candles, anata,” she reminded him.

He nodded and stared into her jade eyes for a bit longer, then looked down to see his daughter staring at him with wide onyx orbs and a cheeky grin. Closing his own soul’s windows, he reflected his own heart.

“For my dream to come true.”

Sakura’s heart wanted to burst at the sight of his husband and daughter blowing the candles’ flames in sync. Sarada clapped her hands and cooed, kicking a bit and then throwing her fists in the air while laughing. The Uchiha patriarch gave a soft chuckle of his own, stroking the little one’s head with all the fatherly love in the world. His wife placed the cake at the bedside table and just as she was about to turn and face her family, a hand shot out, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her down the bed right beside Sasuke.

She gave a small shriek in surprise that turned into giggles as she felt her husband turn his head to nuzzle her cheek. Their little girl crawled on Sasuke’s chest, cooing and laughing as if telling her parents a story. Sakura cooed back, her hand caressing the baby’s cheeks.

Sarada then lied down on her belly on top of her father, feeling comfortable, head turned sideways to face her mother. Sakura played with their princess’s hands as tranquility enveloped the family of three. Contentment flooded Sasuke’s senses in waves, thanking all the gods for giving him this second chance at life.

“What was your wish, anata?” Sakura whispered softly, twirling her index finger as their little girl tried to grasp it.

He gave one of his genuine smiles reserved only for her. “To be with you and Sarada just like this.”

She raised one questioning eyebrow at him. “Eh? But that’s too simple. You should–”

Sakura wasn’t able to finish for Sasuke already claimed her lips with his, locking in a passionate kiss. Their little moment was interrupted by a coo from their daughter. After seeing her parents share an affectionate moment, she crawled up and kissed her father on his cheeks.

“Papa!”

The medic was able to see up close how a smile formed on his face, a look of absolute happiness taking over his features as he looked at their princess. He kissed her forehead in return and their little girl wiggled her body in happiness. She then reached out towards her mama and gave her a kiss as well.

“M-Mama!”

Sakura laughed and took their baby in her arms. As mother and daughter played with each other, Sasuke looked on, his heart swelling with euphoria at seeing his family smile. The two then looked at him, both grinning widely.

“We love you, papa!” His wife proclaimed as she held Sarada’s hands up in the air.

Their princess giggled and flailed her arms around. “Papa!”

Sasuke didn’t have to look in a mirror to see how wide his smile had gotten. Another year was given to him and his heart swelled with gladness that he got to start it with the people who mean the entire world to him.

“This is what I wished for.” More than anything…more than I deserve.

#sasusaku #ssm18 #ssm18d23 #sasusaku month 2018 #prompt: new dream #lavender writes #mother ship #otp forever

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goddessofmadnessheiress · 5 years

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New Year’s Travel - A Bucky fanfic

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: None. Based on this post.

Summary: Your Best friend invited you to a New Year’s party, but your flight to New York is late and a mysterious guy gets your attention on tinder.

Warnings: None

Words: 2749 (I got a little carried away and wrote a long fic)

Notes: @asongofmarvelanddc and @thorman-barnes it is kind of late, but I’m posting it today. Hope you like. I’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language.

(Y/e/c/): your eyes’ color; (Y/c/n): your city’s name; (Y/n): your name; (Y/n/n): your nickname; (Y/l/n): you last name; (Y/h/c): you hair color;

Definitely this is the worst Christmas day of your life! Why have you chosen to travel to New York in December 25th? Why?

You are sitting in the airport with your ticket in hand waiting for your flight to be called. The airport is so full of people that at least three of them tripped on your bags resting in front of your feet.

You rolls your eyes when a kid on your left let his Captain America’s doll falls to the ground and it get kicked by people till it get broken.

You get up when the little boy starts crying out loud. You are carrying two bags and your backpack so it is hard to you not hit someone accidently. And that is exactly what you do.

Your (Y/e/c) eyes are clued on the ticket on your hand, they are trying to see which gate you will be called so you don’t go too far from it, when you bump in a guy using a red hood hiding his face.

“I’m so sorry!” You say shyly but loud enough to be heard. When your eyes search for the man you realize he is already far for hearing you properly.

You are going in the same direction that the mysterious guy went, you trying to reach the coffee shop but is hard to walk when people bump in you all the time. That is when you listen to the announcement:

Your flight is going to be late for who knows how long for a reason unannounced.

You sigh out loud while sitting on a chair close to the coffee shop. The young and smiling waitress is waiting for your order.

“A coffee and a chocolate donut, please?” You ask her smiling back and the girl motion her head in a simple ‘yes’.

You are looking at your phone trying to find your best friends number to call her when someone sits by your side in the empty chair on your right.

“They have the best donuts here.” When you hear the deep voice you almost scream out loud. Rising your eyes for the screen you look to your right just to see the red hood from before.

You feel your checks warming for no apparent reason. You are about to answer the mysterious guys and apologize once again when your phone starts to ring out loud your favorite song.

In the screen a photo of your best friend is flashing while you see her nickname Reddy just below the smiling photo.

“Hi Wanda.” You answer your phone smiling to yourself.

“Where are you?” She screams on the other side and you laugh with her despair.

“I’m in (Y/c/n)’s airport but my flight Will be late.”

“Why? How long will it take?” You can picture her head slight falling to the side in confusion.

“I don’t know. They didn’t explain.” You answer feeling two eyes clued to the back of your head.

“But (y/n/n) you need to meet him.” Your friend sounds like a little kid and you can’t contain your laughter.

“Relax, Reddy. I will be there before the New Year’s Eve okay?”

“Okay…” She sounds like she does not believe you. “Call me when you get in here. See you.”

“I’ll call you, I swear. See you.” And just then you hang up.

You start to wonder who this guys that Wanda wants you to meet is. Wanda Maximoff is your best friend for a while now, you two meet when she was visiting (Y/c/n) for her work.

She never entered in details about her work but she wants you to meet her bother and her colleagues. That is the reason she invited you to New York for her boss big New Year’s party.

Wanda asked to you go one week before this party so she could introduce you to a single friend of her. You said you could only go in the December 25th because you always pass the 24th night with your family.

Wanda didn’t tell you much about this guy just that he was the perfect match for you. Since you were looking for someone the past months you said you could meet him.

As you are afraid this Wanda’s friend not being the best option as she said you still had the tinder app on you phone.

And that is exactly what you are using when the smiling waitress got you your coffee and your donut. You notice by the corner of your eyes that the mysterious guys by your right have a hot chocolate and a strawberry donut on his front.

You are looking at your tinder while eating your delicious breakfast when you felt the mysterious guys looking your phone’s screen over your shoulder. As you think this is something of your head you don’t say anything at all while he is singing a 40’s song that your grandma loves.

And then a photo of a perfect guy appears as an option for you. Apparently he is in this same region as you at this same time.

The guy named James is exactly your type. His photo has a huge smile that shows his too white and aligned teeth, his blue eyes are so light that are almost grey and have a shine in them.

His long and brown hair and beard are so opposite to his white pale skin that it looks like a cartoon character. And you can see his eight pack under his black t-shirt and it makes you feel wet under your lace panties.

The description about him under the photo just makes him more perfect. He likes to read books, listen to classic songs and going to the theater. This James guys is so perfect that seems so impossible to be real.

As you use tinder for a while now it makes you believe this is a fake profile. So without thinking twice you hit the X icon before your heart gets broken by other guy who lies in internet.

So that is when you hear an “Ouch!” from that deep voice on your right shoulder. “Hard no for that one?” The mysterious guy asks.

You turn already ready to say to this stranger guy to go take care of his own business but you cut yourself even before opening your big mouth.

You have turned just to see that exactly same face you just denied on tinder centimeters close to your own face.

“Are you James?” You ask of nowhere and the handsome guy just smile that smile that makes your knees go weak for a second before it turning into a grimace.

“I prefer Bucky.” He answers simply shrugging as he moves away from you and goes back to his strawberry donut.

You turn back to your own plate just to see the waitress laughing at your shocked face. As you are almost dying of shame and sure that he gave up on you he says:

“You know what is not fair?” Your turn to him just to see him putting his hood out of his face. His right elbow is in the counter while his left fingers are tangled in his hair to put it out of the front of his baby blue orbs. “You know my name and I still have no idea of yours.”

“Oh…” That is all you can say before he starts laughing out loud. His eyes shine with happiness and his laugh is so angelical that you almost forget what his ask was.

Almost.

“So… your name is really Oh or are you avoiding me?” He asks in a soft voice.

“My name is (Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n).” You answer smiling politely.

“A beautiful name for an even beautiful face. I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes.” He extends his left hand to shake yours. “But you already know it.” You smile more but before you could answer he says: “About my name of course because I hope to be the first one to notice your beauty.” And then he winks at you.

And then you start to laugh out loud and he soon follows you with laughter. But before you could stop yourself you ask what is on your mind for a little while.

“If you prefer being called Bucky why the hell is written James on your tinder profile?” And when your brain realizes what your big mouth said your checks go bright red and Bucky just smiles sweetly.

“I’ll answer it.” He says in a flirting way with a (Y/h/c) lock of your hair in between his fingers. “With one condition…” His fingers put your lock behind your ear.”You answer one of my questions.”

And again before your brain processes what your mouth says you are already agreeing with his conditions.

“My friends had done a tinder for me. They said I need to find someone. I don’t even know how to use this app.” He answers sincerely and you crack a little smile.

“I see… My best friend is exactly the same way. She wants me to meet a friend of her.” You answer rolling your (Y/e/c) eyes. And before you open your mouth for another question his finger is already on your lips.

You low your face and let your eyes clue to the ground while your lock that Buck put behind your ear falls in front of your face again.

“Now is my turn asking.” His soft voice says while his soft finger hooks under your chin and lifts your face to look in your (Y/e/c) eyes.

His baby blue eyes looks with yours hidden behind the slim curtain of hair and the blue shines a lot more than you are used so a pink goes to his checks to match your own.

“Why you denied me?” His voice is neutral. He is not offended or sad about your choice, he is truly curious about your train of thoughts.

“It looked too perfect to be real.” You answer slowly not afraid of being sincere. “Almost a prince charming you know?” And then Bucky fought against a little smile that tried to get to his lips. “And I discovered in the hardest way that no one is that charming in this app.”

Before Bucky could answer a deafening beep interrupts your train of thoughts. That is the moment when is announced that your flight is open to board. You look at your clock and realize that you have waited for 3 hours.

Your flight is late by 3 hours.

You jump from your sit and get your two bags and your back pack sad that you need to say goodbye to Bucky. You look in his direction and that is when you realize he is standing too with only a back pack smiling down at you.

“I think this is our flight huh?” He asks smiling and going to the same gate as yours.

You run a little distance to catch with his rhythm and when you are side by side with him you slow down. None of you talk to each other but you two follow till the plane side by side in a comfortable silence.

When you two are ready to enter the plane he lets you enter before him. When your turn to tanks him he is already gone.

You find your sit and there looking to the bench before yours you start to wonder. Was he real? Has all of this truly happened or are you hallucinating?

How the hell he disappeared so fast?

That is when you listen to that deep and soft voice asking:

“Is this the 327 sit?” When you look to the man above your sit you see Bucky smiling down at you with his red hood kneaded.

“Yes. My sit is 328.” And then he jumps in the sit next to yours smiling, his backpack already on place.

“I’m sorry. People entered before me and after that it was hard to catch with you.” He says laughing. “Who would know that I was going to sit by the side of the most charming woman where huh?”

You feel you face burning and you try to hide it with your hair. “Are you a charmer, aren’t you?” You ask laughing still trying to hide.

“Maybe.” He answers getting your hair out of your face when you try to hide for the third time. His soft voice asks gently: “Please don’t. You don’t need to hide, you are prettier when blushing.”

His face is so close to yours that you can smell his mint breath and it mixing with our own.

His baby blue orbs go to your lips and then your eyes and back to you lips as if asking for permission.

You close your eyes and leans in his direction but before you could taste his lips against yours a robotic voice says:

“Please passengers put your belts. We are ready to leave.”

You and Bucky reluctantly move away from each other to put your belts and that is when you feel the plane starting to move.

Instinctively you hold the arm rest and your hand touch Bucky’s by accident.

“Afraid of high are we?” And you shakes your head in a ‘yes’ motion. That is when you feel his fingers locking around yours. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m here with you.”

And that is what happened the rest of the flight: Bucky holding your hand and talking about life. After long torturous hours you arrive at New York.

At the New York’s airport you and Bucky are laughing out loud.

“No, seriously.” You say. “Why you like so much 40’s songs? My grandma likes them.”

“I have already told you.” Bucky says laughing too. “I’m from 40’s.”

“That would mean you have at least 90 years old James.” And he rolls his eyes with his first that he can’t get you not using it.

“But I have 90 years old (Y/n)!”

Before you could answer anything you listen to Wanda’s voice shouting your name. “(Y/n/n)!” Screams Wanda with a blond man a little older than you two and around Bucky’s age.

Maybe he is her boyfriend she talked so much?

And then this possibility got out of your head when he shouts:

“Bucky!”

‘Maybe the two aren’t even together (Y/n)…’ You think to yourself.

That is when you feel Wanda falling in your arms and wrapping you in a bear hug.

“I can’t breathe…” You say and Bucky laughs out loud. That is when Wanda looks at him and the blond man looks in your direction. You get so confused when Wanda jumps in Bucky while the unnamed man stops in front of you.

“Hi (Y/n). I’m Steve. Steve Rogers.” And then you laugh in his face.

“Steve Rogers as in Captain Steve Rogers know as Captain America?” Your tone is sarcastic but you see his smile and you realize it all. “Are you really Captain America, aren’t you?”

But before Steve has the chance to answer Bucky laughs and puts a warm hand on your waist.

“Told you I have 90 years, darling.” That is when Wanda face gets a confusion expression.

“You know each other? How? Since when?” She jumps in between you and Steve while pointing between you and Bucky.

“We meet in (Y/c/n)’s airport.” You answer and Bucky laughs. Wanda arcs her eyebrows. “Why? I know you said you had a friend to show me and all…”

“(Y/n)!” Wanda interrupts with a smile on her face. And you look at her in shock. “Bucky is the single friend I was going to introduce you to.”

“Wait…” Bucky says holding you more into him but looking at Steve. “Is (Y/n) the girl you have talked about Steve?”

Steve just shakes his head in a ‘yes’. And answers: “Let’s go. Tony will be angry if we get late in the Tower.”

“Tony as in Tony Stark? Tower as in Avenger’s Tower?” You ask and the three of them laughs but none answers you.

Instead of this Wanda and Steve starts walking with yours and Bucky’s bag. You turn to Bucky holding him in place with your hands on his muscular chest.

“So you truly have 90 years old…” You say in shock and he laughs out loud with your reaction.

“Yeah.” He answers kissing your head slowly. “But he will have time to talk about it later.” His arm goes to your shoulders holding you to his chest and following Steve and Wanda.

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