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cherienymphe · 3 years

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Fine Line (Harry Styles x Reader)

WARNINGS: darkish themes, slight dubious consent, drug use, this is the tamest thing I’ve ever written

! PLEASE DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU !

➥ divider by @lootbox

summary: your friendship with Harry has teetered on the edge of something more for years, the lines blurring until they were hardly visible. Harry has grown tired of this game

You could feel his eyes on you.

You could always feel them on you, the heat of his gaze so suffocating in a way that was hard to ignore. You didn’t even have to turn around to see the way his pink lips were pressed together, jaw clenching ever so slightly as the green of his eyes darkened just a tad. You’d witnessed it enough times to picture it as clear as day in your mind. A shudder passed through you, and the handsome blond before you noticed.

He was some lanky fratboy type, a bit too into himself, but a nice distraction nonetheless. The rowdy bar was filled with a seedy crowd of prospects, the pickings slim, and the man before you seemed like the best route to go. You hadn’t even wanted to come out, but Harry had given you some half-assed tale, voice gruff on the other end of the phone, as to why you should when Sarah had suggested the idea. His drummer loved a night out on the town.

It wasn’t shocking to find the brown-haired boy occupied with a fiery-haired model type whose smile seemed a tad bit wide. You had scanned the crowd for any other members of his backup band, but upon failing to find a familiar face, you’d reluctantly made your way to the bar. That was how you’d run into Tyler, the fair-haired man’s eyes lighting up the minute he noticed you. You took a sip out of the drink he’d bought you.

“Cold?” he wondered, and you started to shake your head, but decided against it.

How could you explain to him that your shivers had nothing to do with the temperature but instead the paralyzing gaze of your friend?

“A little,” you replied with a sheepish smile.

Ever the gentleman, or simply a guy who knew how to play the game to get what he wanted, he peeled his own jacket off. You took in the way his shirt clung to him, and as you raised your brows at his exposed arms, you thought to yourself that he wasn’t as lanky as you believed. Maybe the night would prove to be more fruitful than you thought. He’d only just moved to throw it around you when he paused, and even before his dark eyes fell onto something behind you, you knew what had made him stop. That suffocating heat clung to your back, draping over you like a blanket, much like the arm that found its way over your shoulder.

“I didn’t see you come in.”

His chest rumbled with the low timber of his voice as he pulled you against him, his hand coming around to brush his fingers along your exposed collarbone. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, but couldn’t hold back your grimace as the man before you flickered his gaze between you and the brunette at your back. His face fell, and even though you’d still been undecided on whether or not you were going to go home with him, you still mourned the loss of the possibility.

“Oh...uh-.”

“Oh, hey man. Harry,” your friend introduced himself, and you almost sneered at the way he pretended to only just notice the person you’d been talking to.

He stuck his hand out, but Tyler only responded with a forced smile.

“Nice to meet you,” he tersely said before his gaze fell onto you. “...you too. It was nice talking to you.”

The disappointment in both his eyes and voice was almost enough to make you tell him that the guy behind you wasn’t a boyfriend. Far from it even, but Harry’s deep chuckle stopped you from calling the man back, and you turned to face him with a frown.

“You’re a jerk, you know that?”

You downed the rest of your drink before walking past him, and Harry kept up with your pace, hand coming up to rest on the back of your neck as his stride matched yours.

“...and what have I done?”

“You know what you did,” you complained with a scoff.

“You’ll thank me later, love. That guy looked much too tame for you.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you shook your head.

“I’m going home. I shouldn’t have come out anyway,” you grumbled, and surprise filled you when Harry followed you to the door.

“I guess I’ll be joining you then. Not much worth giving my attention to in there…”

You glanced up at him just as the door of the bar shut behind you, cutting off the noise of customers and drunkards alike.

“The redhead looked interesting enough,” you commented.

He didn’t respond right away, and when you glanced at him again, his eyes were on you.

“Paying much attention to us, were you?”

You shoved him away from you, and his laugh reached your ears.

“Hardly. You were the one who begged me to come out remember? The least you could do is greet me at the door.”

You yelped when Harry wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him.

“Missed me?”

Now it was your turn to chuckle, and you ignored the way his gaze zeroed in on you, like he was trying to devour you and figure you out all at the same time.

“...and if I said yes?”

He ran his eyes over your face, the green of them a tad brighter from the glow of the moon, a cool breeze ruffling his dark curls.

“Then I’d have to remind you that I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Unable to hold his gaze, something you’re rarely able to do, you glanced away. Your eyes found the sidewalk as Harry continued his trek, pulling you into his side. The warmth of him seeped through your dress and clung to your skin, like every part of him seemed to do. Your friendship with the former teen band member turned rockstar was very...strange.

You’d met years ago, only months before the release of his first album. You’d been the friend of a friend and had met at some party hosted by someone you couldn’t even name now. You were a different person then. Legs wobbly and brain fuzzy from the many drinks you’d downed, you’d mistaken Harry for your boyfriend.

The singer had had no desire to correct you as you fisted your hands in his hair, tongue halfway down his throat as he basked in the taste of some fruity drink on it. The lighting at the party had been dim, and you’d only realized your mistake when you were seconds away from shoving your hand down his pants in some bedroom. The empty boudoir had been bathed in light, and you still remembered the way he’d laughed when realization hit you. You were embarrassed as you stumbled into the hallway and downstairs, in search of your boyfriend.

That particular relationship ended up not lasting another week, and the next time you met Harry, it had been a much more formal setting. You’d officially been introduced and could hardly meet Harry’s eye as he shook your hand, a teasing smile on his lips. Despite the interesting start to your friendship, it was one that grew to stand the testament of time. Harry meant the world to you, and you were the first person he’d call when he had too much to drink and needed a place to crash. Your friendship was great…

...if you ignored the tension.

A heavy air had descended over your friendship forever ago, perhaps from the first night you’d met, and it had never seemed to go away. You could never pinpoint what it was or where it stemmed from, but it was there in the way Harry’s fingers tapped along your thigh while he drove. Or the way he’d wrap his arm around your neck when you’d be standing with your friends, nose brushing over your hair every once in a while. Or the way he’d find his way into your bed during the early hours of the morning when he stayed over, burying his face into your neck, sleep claiming him once again.

For so long, your relationship teetered on that line between friends and something more. You’d thought that all friendships were different and this was just how yours was, but eventually you had to admit it to yourself that the lines were blurred. They always had been, and you wondered to yourself how you’d ever begin to unblur them. That was what you wanted right?

“You mind if I crash at yours t’night? Your pullout is more comfortable than my bed.”

Harry’s voice pulled you from your trance, and you gave him a shaky nod. With a crooked smile, he pulled you closer, burying his nose into your hair as he led you to your apartment. The rest of the walk was quiet, and the silence felt heavy for some reason as you finally walked up the stairs. You guessed that Harry had way more to drink than you did because he wasted no time before heading to take a shower, clearly desperate to get what you guessed was some much needed sleep.

He’d made a habit of leaving clothes over at your place, so finding something to place on the bathroom counter for him was no hard task. The low timbre that was his voice could be heard as he hummed a few notes, and you busied yourself with warming up some leftovers, determined to get the taste of alcohol out of your mouth. You were done eating by the time he came out, and you wondered to yourself why this always happened.

If things between the two of you were tense and bordering the line of something more around your friends, then it was something else entirely when you two were alone. Harry liked to study you, emerald eyes focused on you any chance they got as he gave you his undivided attention. It made you feel like every twitch of your jaw, every frown, every grimace was accounted for. Nothing concerning you got past him.

Harry watched you like a lover.

“There’s plenty more in there,” you told him as he made his way into the kitchen.

“You shouldn’t eat so late,” he chided, and as you glanced at the ‘3:00’ on the microwave, you supposed that he was right.

You shrugged before standing, moving to put your dishes in the sink. You could feel him behind you, and you ignored the way goosebumps broke out over your skin. You weren’t surprised when his arms came around you, the appendages pulling you back into his chest. You glanced down at the ink that covered his arms and swallowed.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

Confusion filled you at his question, but you answered nonetheless.

“No. Why?”

You tilted your head to look at him, eyes widening a bit as you realized your lips were a hair’s width away from each other.

“Niall’s in town. He’s throwing a little get together and wants you to come…”

Something in his eyes gave you pause, and you got the feeling that he didn’t want you to go. Was it because you had a habit of letting go at any party you went to? Or was it because you and Niall got along so well? Almost as well as you and Harry. You resisted the urge to sigh at yourself, telling yourself that you were overthinking it. Maybe Harry didn’t want to go and was looking for an excuse not to.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t seen the blond singer in over a year and missed him too much.

“Sure! Just let me know what time…”

Harry swept his gaze over you, so quickly you thought you’d imagined it, before sending you a tight smile.

“Great.”

He left you, and as you turned back to your dishes and Harry made quick work of pulling out the couch, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t think it was so great.

“I miss the blonde.”

That was the first thing you’d said to Niall, and he only laughed before pulling you into a tight hug. He hadn’t been around for nearly a year, but it did nothing to deter people from showing up. You could hardly move through the large apartment without brushing shoulders with someone. Harry had long left you to get something to drink, but you surmised that the brunette got distracted with either a familiar face or a pretty one. Maybe both.

By now you were way more relaxed than you were when you arrived, alcohol coursing through your system as you chatted with Mitch and Charlotte. The guitarist and piano player were catching you up on what you and Harry had missed last night after you left the bar. Something about cheating boyfriends and a fight. You were mid laugh when you glanced over and made eye contact with someone you thought you’d never see again.

An old flame. Someone whose name you didn’t even want to speak let alone think. You two had never been official or anything, keeping things casual, but the eventual fall out had been messy and certainly wasn’t something you wanted to revisit. His jet black hair looked as neat as ever, bright eyes wide from some fashion drug, no doubt, and you suddenly had the urge to hide yourself away.

“I’ll be right back. Need to use the bathroom,” you told the pair before you.

You excused yourself before they had a chance to reply, making your way down the extensive hallway before depositing yourself in the very last room. You didn’t even know that him and Niall were friends, but you couldn’t blame the Irish singer for his actions. Your fling with the man in there had been lowkey, kept under wraps, so it’s not like Niall would’ve known.

Harry did though, and luckily for you, he was the one that intruded on your solitude.

“There you are,” he drawled, closing the door behind him. “I saw Andy come in...figured I’d find you hiding somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes with a shrug.

“I’m a coward. What else is new?”

You started to stand, but paused when Harry joined you on the bed, reaching into his pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“Well,” he started, pulling out the blunt and a lighter. “I had planned to welcome Niall back properly, but I think you need it more than him.”

You couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled in your throat, no attempt to deny his statement. You accepted as he passed it to you, unable to remember the last time you’d gotten high. You didn’t know how many minutes passed like that, the both of you sitting next to each other in silence, but eventually, like always, you felt Harry’s gaze on you. It was warm and pressing, and when you looked up at him, he didn’t bother to look away.

He was never ashamed of getting caught.

“Why do you do that?” you suddenly asked him.

“Do what?” he wondered.

The smirk on his pink lips and the mischievous glint in his eyes told you that he knew exactly what you were talking about, and you told him as such. His smirk simply grew, and when you reached for the blunt, he held it out of reach. You didn’t know what game he was playing at, but he brought it up to his lips instead, and your eyes widened with realization as he neared you. You knew what Harry was going to do, and while you were unsure if you wanted him to, you didn’t make any moves to stop him. You were paralyzed.

The last time you kissed Harry, you could barely remember what it felt like...what he’d felt like. Not this time. His lips met yours, the feel of them soft and tasting faintly of alcohol. For a moment, you forgot that he wasn’t just kissing you, and your eyes fell closed as you basked in the feel of him. Parting your lips, you inhaled the smoke that escaped his own, and your lashes fluttered at the feel. Harry held himself there for a moment, letting you breathe it all in before eventually pulling away.

Your heart was pounding.

There was a grin on his face when his eyes met yours again, and you watched in awe as he stood up, holding out his hand. As you took it, allowing him to pull you to your feet, you wondered to yourself how he did it. How could he be so casual while you were still reeling, feeling like you’d inhaled not only the smoke, but him as well? How could he take your friendship in his hands and dance along the line so well? Getting so close, but never fully crossing it.

It amazed you and terrified you in ways that left your head spinning.

The rest of the party went by without incident, and you and Andy avoided each other like the plague. Or perhaps, he could have been avoiding you. Harry’s constant presence might have contributed to that. Even now, as you relaxed in the backseat with Harry while Niall gave you a ride back to your place, you could recall the feather light touches of Harry’s fingers on your arm, your shoulder, your neck and even your back.

When you finally made it to your apartment, you both waved Niall goodbye, telling him you’d see him tomorrow. Harry, having way more to drink than you did, was a bit unsteady on his feet, but was far from wasted. However, you wondered how true that really was when your back met the wall the minute the door was closed. Harry was closer than he ever was, hands pressed into the wall at your sides, nose brushing over yours.

Too shocked by the position you found yourself in, you merely stared at the brunette. Your lips parted, but no words came out, and his green gaze was drawn to the action. Reminding yourself that you needed to breathe, you did so, heart skipping a beat when your chest brushed against his with the action. There was that look again, like he was trying to devour you and figure you out all at once, and you brushed your tongue over your bottom lip.

“Harry, I think that you’re…”

Your words died on your tongue when Harry’s lips met yours for the second time that night. This wasn’t like your first kiss all those years ago where you were drunk and thought he was your boyfriend. It wasn’t even like the one earlier that only served a purpose to get you a little high. This was a real kiss, one done with the intention of creating butterflies in your stomach and pulling moans from your throat. You didn’t know why Harry was kissing you, and while this uncharted territory scared you and made you want to shrink in on yourself, you couldn’t find the strength to voice your fears.

Harry’s hands were on your neck, fingers grazing the hair at the nape as he tilted your head whichever way he liked. His lips completely covered yours, leading in a way you’d never experienced before. You’d kissed a lot of guys, some of them bad, some of them great, but none like Harry. Every brush of his fingers had you trembling, and a low whine had climbed out of your throat just as your phone rang.

Startled by the sound, you both jumped apart, and you pressed your hand to your mouth as you stared at him with wide eyes. You were positive that your apprehension and confusion was clear as day in your eyes, but Harry’s heated gaze reflected nothing of the sort. You swallowed at the way they darkened, the hunger in them as they narrowed, almost daring you to answer the call. Against your better judgement, you did just that, and hurriedly brushed past him as your mother started talking on the other end.

You had locked your door that night, and if Harry had tried to give into his usual habit of sleeping in your bed in the early hours of the morning, you were none the wiser. He had been gone when you woke up, and you didn’t even bother to swallow your sigh of relief. You hadn’t been ready to face him, ready to confront the shift in your relationship, and even an entire week later, that hadn’t changed. You’d always been a coward, but now there was no denying it.

You were avoiding Harry.

Most of his texts were only replied to with one or two word answers, and any talk of meeting up was deterred with some half assed excuse you’d come up with. You didn’t know how to navigate this new territory you found yourself in. You didn’t even know if you liked Harry in that way. Of course, someone would be a fool not to, but you’d never been the smartest of the bunch. Your apprehension was because of more than just him being an international heartthrob though.

Harry always behaved in a way that blurred the lines of your friendship. There was a time when you accepted that it was just who he was, but you were forced to rethink that when you noticed that he didn’t behave that way with anyone else. There were a few moments over the years where you wondered if he was just biding his time, teasing you with his intentions, dangling the inevitable in your face time and time again.

It was clear that he’d gotten tired of teasing.

Unfortunately, with Niall in town, you couldn’t avoid the man forever. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t refuse Niall when he’d asked you to come out on one of his last nights. Even though you knew Harry would be there. It was how you found yourself stepping inside of the dark club with a grimace.

Neon lighting lit up the establishment, and you could hardly hear yourself think with how loud the music was. With the daunting crowd before you, it was a miracle that Niall had even spotted you, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards whatever table they’d claimed for the night. He was there. Even with your eyes fixated on your feet, you could feel that suffocating stare that never failed to make your stomach turn.

Only you could never figure out if it was in a good way or bad one.

You slid in across from him, and you finally lifted your eyes to meet his green ones. As usual, he was shameless in his perusal, dark curls resting messily on his head in a way that only he could pull off. He was sipping on a drink he’d bought, head tilted ever so slightly at you as he smirked behind the glass. Unable to hold firm under his scrutiny and judgement, you excused yourself under the guise of getting a drink.

You had to lean against the counter as you made it to the bar, taking a few deep breaths. You thought to yourself that this night was going to be harder than you thought, and with that, you ordered the strongest drink you could think of. The bartender had just walked away when you were startled by the sight of familiar hands pressing into the bar on either side of you. You felt his chest at your back a moment later, and you both sharply inhaled at the same time.

“Why ‘ave you been avoiding me?”

You weren’t surprised that he got straight to the point, so you decided to follow his lead.

“You kissed me,” was your simple response.

He didn’t respond right away, and if possible, you felt him step closer, chest flush against your back now. You felt him lean in, and your skin pricked when his lips grazed your ear.

“Did you not want me to?” he lowly asked.

The question seemed rhetorical in nature, but you answered anyway.

“Yes...no… I don’t know,” you sighed.

Against your better judgement, you turned around in the cage he’d made of himself, and your eyes met his as your back pressed into the bar.

“We’re friends, Harry,” you told him.

His eyes glinted with something that struck fear into you, the corner of his pink lips curving upwards into a mocking smirk.

“We’ve never been friends...and you know it.”

You didn’t respond to his words, to what you had long been denying, and instead you looked to the ground.

“I like what we have,” you murmured. “I don’t know if I want you in that way.”

“Then let me help you find out,” he whispered.

Those words traveled straight to your stomach, and you ignored the heat that flared within you. You turned to grab your drink that the bartender brought, and Harry slowly straightened, releasing you. Without meeting his eyes again, you rushed past him to join your friends. The tense air between you two remained for the rest of the night. Despite how much you wanted to just leave, you didn’t want to disappoint Niall, and so you endured it.

You put up with Harry’s heated and predatory gaze. You endured that mocking look in his eyes, equally scornful smirk on his lips every time your stare met his. Even when you found yourself on the dance floor, his fingers dancing along whatever sliver of skin you’d decided to show. However, if you were being honest, that wasn’t something you forced yourself to endure. The trail of fire that his fingers left in their wake proved that.

Unsurprisingly, you had your limit, and the time came where you couldn’t take anymore.

“I’ll see you soon, alright?” you told Niall, pulling him into a hug.

“You’re no fun anymore. It’s not even 12! I remember when you didn’t even slow down til 4,” he chuckled.

“It’s just one of those days,” you sighed.

He let you go, and you waved everyone goodbye. The only one who didn’t return it was Harry, and you got the feeling that he had no intentions of wishing you a good night.

Not yet.

You took a much needed shower when you got home, and the hot water did the trick of washing your stress away. Even in the confines of your bathroom, you could still feel Harry’s hungry gaze, and you wondered to yourself if this was it. If this was the point of no return for your friendship. Body still buzzing with the after effects of Harry’s presence, you decided to clean up the apartment a bit. When that was done, you cooked a snack, no mind given to how late it was.

It was a little under 2 hours later, nearing 2 in the morning, when there was a knock on your door. Despite the fact that you knew who it was, a sinking feeling in your gut that told you all you needed to know, you still asked.

“It’s Harry,” he drawled, and you noted that he didn’t sound drunk.

You didn’t know if that relieved you or not.

With a sigh, you stood in front of the door for what felt like the longest time. You debated with yourself on whether or not to let him in. Despite the weird limbo the two of you seemed to be in, he was still your friend, and yet… Somehow...you knew… You knew that if you let him in, your friendship would change forever. You didn’t know how you knew, but you just knew. Still, eventually you sighed and reached for the door, telling yourself that such a prediction was not a guarantee.

Harry’s eyes were clouded with something you couldn’t -or didn’t want to- name as you opened the door. He’d taken off his jacket, and you wondered how the cold didn’t affect his bare arms. Neither one of you said anything as he strode inside, and you quickly turned to face him as you closed the door. You didn’t like the idea of turning your back to him. You pressed yourself to the door as he merely stared at you, a dark curl hanging into his face, and you exhaled.

“I’ll leave some clothes in the bathroom,” you quietly told him as you stepped by.

He didn’t follow, and you were grateful, quickly finding him something to sleep in. He was nearing the bathroom just as you left it, and you folded your arms over your chest as he eyed you.

“You know how to get the couch sorted. See you in the morning?”

His uncharacteristic silence unnerved you, and you fought the urge to squirm under his piercing gaze. He ran his eyes over you, slowly, and you swallowed. Harry’s gaze snapped to the action, eyes tracing your throat before lingering on your lips. Eventually, his eyes met yours again, lips pulling into a humorless crooked smile as he brushed past you, shoulder grazing yours.

“Of course.”

You blinked as the door shut behind you before forcing your feet to move. You shut your bedroom door behind you just as the sound of running water could be heard, and you hadn’t even realized that your fingers were trembling. You turned towards your door, hand hovering over the knob as you remembered what had transpired the last time that he was here. Your heart pounded beneath your chest, and confusion filled you as you mulled over what you may or may not want. Pulling your lip between your teeth, you back away, leaving the door unlocked, and you slipped into bed.

You didn’t know what time it was when you heard the soft click of your door snapping shut. It was hardly loud by any means, but it woke you nonetheless. Blinking a few times, you stared into the darkness before the overwhelming sense of being watched gripped you. Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you took in Harry’s form as he stood at the end of your bed.

“Mind if I crawl in?”

Weeks ago, you would have said yes without hesitation, but now you didn’t know if you minded or not. Even in the dark, you couldn’t escape that paralyzing gaze, and for some reason, you got the sense that Harry wouldn’t leave even if you did mind. At least not right away...not without making you squirm a bit first.

You pulled the covers back, a silent agreement, but you were stunned when Harry merely gripped them and pulled them completely off of the bed and out of your hands. Your eyes widened as he pressed a knee into the mattress, crawling over you, wasting no time before his lips met yours in a heated kiss. You had no time to process what was happening, Harry immediately finding comfort in between your parted legs.

If you thought the kiss before was real, then it was nothing compared to the way he kissed you now. The one before was almost immature in nature, timid in comparison, and it wasn’t hard to pinpoint why. Harry kissed you like a man starved, finally getting what he’d been craving, what he’d gone so long without.

You could hardly move as he had you pinned beneath him, fingers dancing up your legs, taking your t-shirt with them as they went. You finally felt like you could breathe when he dragged his lips down to your jaw, pressing kisses there before shifting his attention to your neck instead. It was insane. With how many guys you’d slept with, none of them came close to making you feel how Harry did. And he was barely laying a finger on you.

You felt him pull at your underwear, a gasp escaping you when he dragged them down your legs. Was this really happening? Was this something you wanted to happen? If you wanted, there was still time to salvage this friendship, to stop things before they truly went too far. Despite your own conflicted feelings on the matter, you opened your mouth to do just that, but Harry’s lips swallowed your words, long fingers finding their way inside of you.

You gasped into his mouth, only just now feeling his rings press into your skin, shudders wracking your frame as he played with you. In and out. That was all you could comprehend, how he moved them within you, curling them with every thrust and every flick of his wrist. Harry groaned as he tasted the inside of your mouth, pulling away to sit up on his knees. You were a squirming mess beneath him, and he pressed his other hand onto your stomach to hold you down when your back lifted from the bed.

Your head was thrown back, mouth parted and eyes focused on your ceiling. Every attempt to swallow down a moan was unsuccessful, and it wasn’t long before his own name started to tumble from your lips. You wrapped one hand around his wrist, nails pressing into his skin as he pushed his fingers into you, the sound of your arousal filling the room. Your other hand wrapped around his arm, holding on as your climax creeped up on you, crescendoing until you were shaking beneath him, feet pressing into the bed while Harry watched you come undone.

You still shook as he withdrew from you, and you watched as he wrapped his lips around his fingers, a low moan escaping at the taste of you. His lashes fluttered closed, like he was savoring it, and when he opened his eyes again, they were the most serious you’d ever seen them. The seconds that followed were a blur.

Your shirt was easily ripped off of you, and Harry’s own clothes soon followed, landing on the floor just as he settled over you again. He took your face into his hands, drinking you in with a look that scared you. It wasn’t just triumph, but it was satisfaction and yearning and possessiveness all rolled into one. It was so similar to how he always looked at you, but it was also so different. You thought that you had seen through him, could read him so well, but this was a rude awakening.

Harry had hid much more than you could have ever imagined.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips against yours so fiercely, you were sure they’d bruise. The cool metal of his rings pressed into your jaw, and he breathed into your lips, his lower half shifting, lifting, just before he flipped you over. A gasp escaped you when the room spun, and you blinked as you adjusted to this new position on your stomach. Harry’s fingers fisted into your hair, lips grazing your neck, and that was all the warning you got.

A choked moan escaped you when he thrust into you, your warm walls welcoming him like he belonged there. Perhaps he did, and perhaps Harry had known that all along. He moaned into your neck, the sound deep and shaky, the vibrations traveling through your heated frame. He held himself there for the longest time, just delighting in the feel of you wrapped around him. You did the same, eyes falling closed at your fullness, at how Harry seemed to stretch you so good.

One hand was still in your hair, the other pressing into your waist as he pulled back until only the tip of him remained before he snapped his hips against you. Your eyes flew open, your gasp bleeding into breathy moans as Harry set an unrelenting pace. Every curve of his hips had your toes curling, and you wondered to yourself why you hadn’t done this sooner. What had you been so afraid of? As Harry pressed kisses to your neck, fingers tightening in your hair, you remembered what you had been so afraid of.

Yes, Harry had always looked at you like a lover, but never like a lover that he was trying to court, that he hoped would be his. He looked at you like he already knew what you tasted like, felt like. Harry looked at you like a lover that was already his. No matter how many men you’d slept with nor how many drunken makeout sessions you’d participated in, Harry always looked at you like you belonged to him.. He touched you like you were his, wrapped you up in his arms, slid in behind you during the early hours of the morning before the sun even rose like you were his.

You feared what would happen when you finally were.

Your hand clutched the pillow, other fingers scraping the sheets as he pushed himself in and out of you. You could hardly speak, let alone keep your eyes open, and you squeezed them shut, fingers tightening on the pillow with every snap of his hips. You bit your lip, embarrassed by the sounds he was drawing out of you, but despite your efforts, soft whimpers found their way into the air.

“You feel so good, pet,” he breathed. “Doing so well…”

You clenched around him at his praise, and his deep chuckle reached your ears.

“You like that, do you?”

Certain that you were drawing blood by now, you released your lip, a shaky sigh escaping you. The sound of skin slapping against skin overshadowed everything else, and you pressed your forehead against the sheets. Harry had you caged beneath him, his other hand leaving your waist and pressing into the mattress beside your head. Your scalp burned from his tight grip, and your core burned even hotter from his thrusts. When you peeled your eyes open again, you were surprised to find your vision blurry, and it was only after you blinked did you take note of the tears kissing your lashes.

Crying during sex was a first for you, but it couldn’t be helped. Harry was fucking you so good, and you wondered how you’d ever go to anyone else. A laugh threatened to bubble in your chest, but all that escaped was another moan. As if Harry would ever let you… The way he touched you, kissed you, fucked you...it made you think that he wasn’t planning to let you go anytime soon.

You could feel your stomach tightening, and you reached back to twist your fingers into his dark curls. He groaned at the action, picking up his pace, and his name slipped from your lips again and again and again. Each time a bit higher than the last, and the coil within you snapped, your core clenching and fluttering around his cock. He stilled against you, dewy chest pressed to your back as he spilled into you, flooding your insides with a low moan.

You weren’t even able to catch your breath before he was maneuvering your head to kiss you. He swallowed what little breath you had left, pulling out of you and rolling you onto your back, never breaking the kiss. Your eyes were barely open when he pulled away, and you moved to chase his lips with your own, missing the feel of them already, but his hands on your face prevented you from doing so.

You stared at each other for what felt like a long time, your lashes fluttering as you gazed into his eyes. Harry’s thumbs brushed circles into your skin, and his eyes glinted with something unknown as his lips pulled into a smirk. With a satisfied chuckle, he leaned down to kiss you again.

tags: @lokislastlove @honeychicana

#Harry Styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut

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beann-e · 3 years

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hi I was on u-tube and saw a bakugou playlist for when he can’t sleep and I thought well , since I just hit 200 followers ( tysm;3 I love everyone who even took the time out of their day to press follow ) why not bring them this idea of y/n not being able to sleep & bakubabe lending his beautifully different services

also abt the sero line I have in here— I personally think it’d be cool if he just learned Spanish because, he has an interest in other cultures and languages but I don’t really see him being actually hispanic

also I really like writing baku bc he’s so rough with everything he says & I kin him so he’s the easiest so, I hope no one thinks I write him too much

Reader with bad mental health & bakugou lends a hand in his own way

No one cares and no one ever asks. Or at least that’s how you felt while standing here in your last period class your hands balled up in fist tightly held at your chest

Your head was pounding and body was aching you couldn’t describe why you were feeling so horrible all of a sudden but

you just were

maybe it was from all the nights you couldn’t fall aleep due to overthinking

maybe it was the way you got stuck on your phone or even your head dropped low eyes trailing over words in a book just trying to find something to take your mind off the fact that you were struggling

whatever the case was

right now in this last period class this wasn’t helping

“ look shitty woman “ you heard the boy huff “ I want to get a good score on this paired project and right now your fucking this up for me “

his anger was visibly present even if his voice was low to where only you could hear the annoyance that sat in it had everyone looking around for the culprit of the sudden change in the air

“ and I don’t like fuckups so get whatever you have going on together and let’s do this —ok? “

you shook your head and let out a soft ‘ok ‘

the fight ending quickly with bakugou staring down on you his hands on his knees face made up in anger “ you keep finding a way to fuck with me “

“ I didn’t even do anything to you “ your voice was soft and tired

his eyes squinting before sighing

“ I didn’t do anything to anyone “

“ cut this shit out right now “ he pulled you up off the ground hands in fists gripping at your shirt standing you up with his muscles alone “ get to your room — sleep off whatever the fucks going on with you “

His eyes dead set on you as you walked off everyone from the class watching as you failed to gain the strength to open the big doors that led you to your shared dorms

“ sero plea— “

“ got it hermosa “

“ really dude “

“ look it’s hot — and just cause we’re in japan doesn’t mean I can’t show off my online spanish lessons “

“ whatever “ denkis voice whined as he shook his head holding the other door open for you “ gonna get some sleep y/n ? “

you ignored the two boys head hung low as you walked to your room door

the strength appearing in your body as you opened it but, quickly dispersing when you found your bed.

Your face hitting your favorite pillow hand coming up to cradle underneath it as you sat on your knees butt high in the air tears coming out pouring into your blankets “ I won’t show — I won’t show it — I won’t get bad again “ you repeated like a chant

The light from outside disappearing as the day grew into night

several footsteps heard departing from your door when you didn’t answer the knocks . Their low calls of dinner was done , lunch was in the microwave , that you’d missed movie time , that you missed denkis attempt of asking jirou out , and todorokis miss understood question of what ‘ cuddles ‘ were when denki offered her his body to do so

“ and you assholes didn’t just think to open the door? ”

your bedroom door swinging open in a crash as the knob hit the wall behind it creating a hole

“ fucking assholes bothering me with this shit “

“ we didn’t even call you out of your room “

“ you came over to her room on your ow— “

bakugous hand moved swiftly to slam the door in their faces

“ bakubro we’ve been trying to get in there all day and your just—“

“ gonna close the door on us “ denki finished in annoyance “ seriously I just know y/n needs my charm right now “

he pouted behind the door “ it always cheers her up and I like her lau— “

“ didn’t ask to hear your fucking crush story charger base “

“ ass — kiri let’s go “

“ so no sleepy boob pics?“

bakugou stiffened hearing the purples freaks voice

“ so I came with you guys because you said she was sad and usually when girls are sad they don’t dres— “

bakugous voice was guttural as he put his forehead to the door voice loud enough for the boy to hear

“ hey — hey purple nurple “

“ I-uh — yes bakugou “

“ come here “ he could hear the small shuffle of feet to the door as he smirked softly

“ put your tiny head to the door — actually press your whole body up to the door —all the way “

“ are you trying to help me get one of y/n’s bras god —- of all people to help I never thought it’d be bakugo—“

“ hey just shh ok — you don’t want to ruin it right and make her wake up right “ he groaned inside his mind

“ she’s slept this long and through all of this— I can’t get you her bra if your loud right purple zit “

“ so so smart “

“ ok so here it is “

the room grew silent as bakugou pressed his palm as low as he could placing it on the door away from his standing body breathing in to suppress his anger so , he didn’t let out a major blast due to his mood

sighing before he felt his hand grow sweaty tiny pops coming out

“ hey bakugou —is my princess ok ? sounds like popcorn in there are her tit—“

it was quick as the door had a hole in it the newly created circle having black burn scratches on it as mineta laid burnt on the floor once purple body now black and smoke wafting off it

Bakugou squatting as he put his left hand above the hole to steady himself and his right one reaching out through it as he grimaced in pain at the stretch his fingers finally wrapping around minetas short body fingers interlocking around his neck as he looked through the new hole in the door eyes piercing into the boy he held

his voice low and dominating “ you ever come back to her room on some creep shit — and I blow your fucking brains out do you hear me “

“ y-yes sir “ mineta let out dazed “ I will stick to yao-“

“ that goes for all the girls you hear me — guys included I know your a little pervy fuck you can’t get your hands on girls underwear you’ll move on to dekus shitty tidy whities”

mineta was silent as bakugou threw him back on the floor watching as he crawled off

his body relaxing as he shook his mind burning.

head in his hands before wiping his face in exhaustion and standing up and turning to you when he felt the air in the room shift , his hands out in jazz hands and a fake smile on his face.

“ ta da “ he was met with your sitting body your pillow covering him from seeing you .

your face dropping in shock moving from his tall figure that stood inching over to the now huge hole that he was trying to hide from you

“ k-katsuki “

“ I told you about that “

“ s-sorry “

“ again I told you about that shit “ his gaze was hard on you

“ do it again and i’ll tell shitty hair to harden in the next hug he gives you — since you and that crappy puppy boy are always touching “ he mumbled

“ bakugou why are you — why does my door have a hole in it “

“ don’t worry about it “

“ h- w-how can I not worry about it my doors black“ you screamed in confusion “ it used to be brown bakugou “

“ bakugou it used to be this — bakugou — katsuki oh my gosh i’m sorry — god do you ever shut the fuck up and just be thankful “ he mocked you soon converting back to his anger ridden voice

“ and whats with this pillow take it away from you — I wanna see your fucked up face “

you sighed bringing the pillow from in front of your head his eyes having a look run through them that you couldn’t figure out but you knew it had something to do with how puffy your eyes felt . Even if they weren’t puffy or couldn’t get puffy you’d never known for a fact because it still felt like they were .

You two stared at each other as the silence grew louder him shoving his hands in his pocket before taking out the packet of pills he’d gotten for you shaking them to show you it wasn’t a weapon like Mr.Aizawa thought after finding him returning to school late and shaking him down like a police officer

his hand putting them on your desk

His other one throwing the water he found in the kitchen to your bed “ not throwing you the pills — need you to move around so you gotta come get em‘ “

your face showed no emotion as he nodded understanding the new tense and uncomfortable emotions thats were present “ ... ok — well got a green headed vegetable to go bully so “

you watched as his hands gripped the door swinging it open as you dropped your head eyes moving to the water in front of you “ why can’t I do anything right “

you cried “ why can’t the world — the days — the stars fucking align for me to feel good for once huh “

you felt even more tears prickle your eyes as your voice grew louder “ why can’t I talk to people without having this voice in the back of my mind screaming — raging like its having a party — why can’t I sit in silence without having to stand up every five seconds and move around because my body screams for attention — for movement because i’ve been sitting still for 5 seconds “

you heard the faint click of the door mouth still moving as if he were still there

“ why can’t I speak what I feel when people ask me“ you laughed shortly “ not like they do — because they can’t tell I just mask so well “

you let your face start to feel heavy and tense as you continued your crying rant into the empty room “ and most importantly why was I so bad at everything “ your eyebrows furrowed

“ why am I so bad at today ? “

“ just a day really ? “ you heard the taller males voice came out questioning

“ just today that’s what your worried about “

“ well I “

“ tch “ he shook his head before turning to face away from you his face dropping into a look he didn’t want you to see.

“ I-i’m sor— “ you knew he didn’t like you saying sorry or even using his first name you two had established that when he finally accepted your friendship or in his words

‘ you can hang around —like shitty hair but one sniff of blabber mouth and your gone ‘

“ I didn’t mean to spill to you I just — I — you can go —no one gives a shit anyways “

“ I will “

your body grew sad at his quick response

“ tell me what your most upset about “

your answer came quick as you let your brain take over “ I wake up in the middle of the night and can never fall back asleep when I do “

he moved to your door for a second time opening it to leave before pausing for a second speaking something to where you couldn’t hear much less make out

“ just knock “

he shook his head before closing the door softly to rival his usual mood.

Your body shaking when you finally realized you’d spilled out your mental thoughts to bakugou letting your body calm down before you grabbed the pills and silently thanked your friend before feeling yourself at some time finally fall asleep

It’s been days since you last felt that horrible it never stopped but you were able to hide it even more and live out your life the happiest you could

until one night you found you beating yourself up surprisingly not in real life but in your dreams

a loud gasp leaving your mouth as you sat up calming down only to bring your knees to your chest arms wrapped around them in a hug

your back moving to the wall to feel comforted after only feeling your cold hands and body wrapped around yourself

“ what I would give to have something warm “

‘warm ‘

your mind raced to bakugou trying to push the thoughts out your mind of him actually being a caring boyfriend who could help you like he did nights ago with bringing you medicine, a boyfriend who would let you snuggle into him and take all his warmt—

stop the track cause that song will never play you thought as you started to think about him again face made up in determination and focus as you tried to remember what he said that night feeling stupid when you finally remembered your quirk

the quirk that brought you pain and contributed to your mental health

your quirk allowed you to take pictures of everyone’s last moments you’d spent together with your thoughts

it was good in some aspects like right now when you could finally remember where sato helped you hide your candy bars from yourself so you wouldn’t indulge in them 2weeks ago

at the same time you can see your problem with it when the last moment you had of your mother was her kissing you goodbye before shapeshifting into a fire extinguisher and landing in your fathers hands as he screamed at you to run out of your home and get more help the last image you seeing of your father was him spraying the fire extinguisher all over the stove in hopes to calm it down before it spread but he couldn’t

it didn’t help when the pictures replayed in your mind like video home movies that you didn’t want to watch

whenever your quirk was used everything spun in your head like a movie reel the downside was it made you watch every single picture you’d taken until you found the one you were looking for

it didn’t take long before you finished your mom and dads memory and got to bakugous last moment you two spent together

you zooming in reading his lips turning up the volume on the moment as he spoke “just knock “

“ just knock ? “ you sat confused in your spot on the bed shaking off your quirk taking as long as needed to process his words only to be even more confused and just knocking on the wall twice between your two shared dorm rooms.

You never paid much attention to him being your neighbor it’s not like you needed him for anything so right now you were a bit curious in why he reminded you that you two shared walls

Eyes closing while you waited for whatever was supposed to happen

“ guess he didn’t mean it like th—“

your body softened when you heard music fill his room and overflow into yours

You heard the drums kick in as the lyrics played muffled through your wall

‘I listened to the cure

I listened to the cure

and then I cried ‘

your eyes widened before you felt your body relax against the wall eyebrows made up in content

eyes watering when you heard your two soft knocks returned on the wall behind you

you let your body go tenseness leaving as the song played moving to grab your phone with shaky hands seeing his name light up on your screen

Godzilla wannab

‘ no one gives a shit about your life right ? ‘

you cried even harder when you saw the message fit the song perfectly the words you spoke a couple days ago as if your were singing the lyrics

you looked around your room before falling on the dent he left in your wall grabbing your phone and zooming in on it to take a picture and sending it to him

Godzilla wannab

sorry your room was just so ass you needed some redecorating be thankful people tend to cry when I redecorate—just ask deku

you laughed as you seen him prepare to send a new message your heart swelling when you read it

Godzilla wannab

look this is gonna sound sus as fuck but

you bit your lip at the new message

‘ if you can’t sleep come over — your rooms cold as fuck and I know that pillow your hugging’s not doing shit ‘

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wintervvidow · 3 years

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apricity pt. three

apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter

warnings: angst, vomit mention, violence

pairing: bucky barnes x female oc

word count: 4,200

A/N: this is a bit of a filler chapter yet still very important! I did have to use google translate for the Russian, so if it is incorrect, please let me know and I'm very sorry if it is! Thank you 💕

MASTERLIST

“Я готов отвечить.” ( Ready to comply.)

The December air was cold as it blew through Florence’s hair, her arms circling Bucky’s waist as they rode down the dark road on Bucky’s motorcycle. The soldier steered with one arm, free hand coming down to rub circles on the redhead’s calf as they pulled behind a cluster of trees, hiding them from onlookers as they waited. The pair of assassins were unthawed and reset only hours ago, immediately given their latest mission.

A car came into view, red tail lights illuminating the air around them. Bucky flipped the bike’s headlight on and pulled onto the road again. The soldier revved the bike, catching up to the side of the vehicle as Florence sunk her butterfly knife into the tire, causing the car to swerve off the road and crash into a building.

Bucky parked the bike ahead of the crash, Florence stepping off the bike, Bucky behind her, and approaching the car. She flipped open the trunk to reveal a large silver briefcase, opening it to see five bags of blue liquid; exactly what they were looking for.

This was the last mission the Winter Soldier and the Winter Widow would ever go on.

Florence bolted up in the cheap hotel bed, Bucky’s screams reverbing in her brain. HYDRA always made her watch when Bucky was reprogrammed, a way to keep Florence in line and remind her who she was; just a puppet.

The last mission was always a common nightmare in the rotation of dreams Florence had, continuously taunting her. She disappeared only two weeks after it, abandoning everything she had grown accustomed to and the only person she had ever loved.

Florence couldn't go back to sleep, instead deciding on making herself coffee, the microwave clock mocking her, 4:34 a.m. She sipped her coffee slowly at the small kitchenette table, patiently waiting to start her day as she watched the clock tick away until it became 6:30 a.m., a reasonable enough hour to be awake for Steve to not worry.

The team was in Lagos, following a lead on Brock Rumlow, who had been causing quite the headache in the past few months, this time his target was deadly weapons from the Institute For Infectious Diseases.

Florence and Natasha sat across from each other listening to Steve and Wanda Maximoff converse about their surroundings through their earpieces, doing their best to remain anonymous and still get the intel under the hot noon sun.

“You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?” Steve asked Wanda as she fiddled with the sugar packet in her hand.

“Yeah, the red one? It’s cute.”

“It’s also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns...which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.” Florence smirked at Natasha’s response as she took a sip of her coffee, savoring the caffeine.

Wanda chirped back through her radio, ‘You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?”

Florence glanced at Wanda across the cafe, “Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature.”

Sam’s voice floated through their earpieces from the rooftop above, “Anybody ever told you two you’re a little paranoid?”

The two redheads shared a knowing look with small smirks adorning their faces, “Not to either of our faces. Why? Did you hear something?” Florence’s tone was light, but both she and Natasha knew the darkness behind it; the Red Room made them that way.

Steve, ever the serious man, refocused the small group, “Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months. I don’t want to lose him.”

Sam scoffed in the mic, “If he sees us coming, that won’t be a problem. He kind of hates us.”

There was a pause in time before Steve spoke, “Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it.” Sam deployed Redwing, giving Sam and the team the information they needed, “That truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed.”

Natasha glanced at Florence, the pair not too thrilled to be dealing with this particular situation, “It’s a battering ram.”

“Go now.”

Wanda questioned Steve into her mic, the tension had just risen significantly.

“He’s not hitting the police.”

The team scattered, Steve, Wanda, and Sam going after Rumlow while Florence and Natasha were both on motorcycles racing down the street.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon.”

Natasha revved her bike, “I’m on it.” The redhead purposely crashed her bike, flinging it into an armed guard. Florence ditched her bike, joining Natasha in the fight.

A guard swung at Florence, missing his target as she ducked and swept his feet from underneath the attacker. Natasha took down two more guards while Florence took down three more, tossing the last guard on the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Florence and Natasha were attacked by Rumlow, neither of the two women able to effectively take him down. The two were shoved into a tank, Rumlow dropping a bomb in before latching the door closed. They surveyed their surroundings quickly; two guards with guns aiming at them. Florence kicked one unconscious while Natasha grabbed the other guard and used him as a human shield when the grenade exploded, grabbing Florence on the way down.

Black smoke filled the air, the smell of fire making it hard to breathe, sending the pair of assassins into a coughing fit on the ground. Looking up, they could see Steve being blown back into the building by an explosion, their ears ringing from the volume. Steve sent Sam after Rumlow, who was in an AFV heading north.

Natasha relocated the ditched bike and got on, pulling Florence behind her. The younger assassin revved the bike as they entered the street, Florence holding onto her.

Sam called out the offenders, clocking four of them splitting up.

Natasha stopped the bike and looked at Florence before splitting up, “I got the two on the left, you take the right.”

Florence sprinted down the busy street, dodging and weaving the crowd. Her targets came into view ahead of her, the girl sent a throwing star their way, effectively knocking him to the ground with no way to run. The girl grabbed the man, searching the bag furiously, trying to locate the weapon, “It’s not here!” Sam replied back, not having the weapon either.

Natasha called over the mic, “I have it.” Florence sighed in relief, moving to meet back up with the team.

She came upon Steve, who had Rumlow on the ground in front of him. She approached the scene cautiously, listening to the exchange.

“You know, he knew you and that redhead, Florence. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky.” Rumlow whispered tauntingly at Steve.

Florence approached from behind, grabbing Rumlow’s hair and yanking him back, putting a knife to his throat, “What did you say?” The flip switched in Florence’s brain at the mention of Bucky, nothing else mattering anymore. She didn’t care that people were probably filming her with a knife to someone’s throat, and Steve made no move to stop her.

The disfigured man laughed as the knife dug deeper against his neck, staring up at Florence, “He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Always screaming about you.” He then looked at Steve, “Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me, ‘Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’ And you’re coming with me.” Rumlow’s thumb pressed a detonation device, Florence and Steve noticing it at the same time.

Wanda was behind them, containing the explosion of fire with her powers, keeping Steve and Florence from becoming red mist. The newest member sent Rumlow up and into the building in front of them. The building went up in flames, the leftover gasses from Rumlow’s bombs reacting to the fire and exploding. The bystanders screamed and ran as Wanda looked on in horror at what she had just done, hand clamping over her face.

Florence gently guided the girl away from the scene, “Hey, come one. We have to go, this isn’t on you, okay?”

Behind them, Steve called for Sam to request Fire & Rescue before he took off to go save people from the building, leaving Florence to console the distraught brunette.

A month later, the team was back at the Avengers Compound, Florence sitting with Steve as they watched the news.

“Eleven Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos, when the attack occurred.”

The TV switched to show King T’Chacka of Wakanda’s speech:

“Our people’s blood is spilled on foreign soil, not only because of the actions of criminals, ut by the indifference of those pledged to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent is no victory at all.”

Steve turned the TV off, the only other sound in the compound coming from Wanda’s TV in her room. Florence got up to go speak to the girl before Steve stopped her, “I’ll go.” Steve and Wanda were taking the Lagos incident the hardest, both blaming themselves. The mention of Bucky had made both Florence and Steve freeze until it was too late, leaving Wanda to deal with the bomb that now plagues her consciousness. Florence watched as Steve walked off until he wasn’t visible anymore for her to turn on her heel to head to the kitchen.

The redhead was in dire need of coffee, the cup she had that morning had worn off. The nightmares amplified after Rumlow’s supposed confession about Bucky, the girl had hardly slept more than two hours a night. When she did sleep it was restless, nightmares of Bucky haunting every corner of her mind. She managed to make it through half her mug before she was called downstairs for a meeting with Tony and the Secretary of State.

Secretary Ross sighed heavily as he stood at the head of the table of Avengers as he mimicked his golf swing, “Five years ago, I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out it was the best round of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me. Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives, but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the word ‘vigilantes’.”

Next to Florence, Natasha spoke with a smirk adorning her face, “What word would you use, Mr. Secretary?”

Secretary Ross looked up from the table, “How about ‘dangerous’? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?”

Ross stepped aside from the table, allowing the full view to be on the screen in front of the table, showing various clips of incidents the Avengers were involved in. Everyone at the table grimaced at the screen, not proud of what it was showing. Ross flipped through events of New York, Washington D.C., Sokavia and Lagos before Steve had enough, noting Wanda’s demeanor change and telling Ross to turn it off.

“For the past four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution.” Ross paused, placing a large file on the table in front of Wanda who passed it on to Rhodey, “The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel only when and if that panel deems it necessary.”

Steve spoke from the end of the table, “The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we’ve done that.”

Ross looked down at Steve, “Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now? If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes, you can bet there’d be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That’s how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground.”

Rhodey gestured to the accords “So, there are contingencies.”

Ross shrugged, “Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over.”

Ross began to leave until Natasha stopped him, “And if we come to a decision you don’t like?”

“Then you retire.” Ross left after that, leaving the team to discuss.

The team was arguing amongst themselves as Florence stared at the ceiling with her feet on the table, listening to various points being made while Rhodey and Sam debated behind Steve while Tony rolled his eyes.

“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, “So let’s say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?”

“117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you’re just like, ‘No, that’s cool. We got it.’”

Sam cut Rhodey off, “How long are you going to play both sides?”

Vision interrupted from his spot on the couch next to Wanda, “I have an equation.”

Sam moved to stand behind Florence, his voice dripping in sarcasm, “Oh, this will clear it up.”

Vision continued, “In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.”

“Are you saying it’s our fault?” Steve spoke with the Accords in hand.

“I’m saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invited challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict,” Vision paused, “breeds catastrophe. Oversight, oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”

Rhodey looked to Sam, “Boom.”

Natasha spoke from her spot at the table, “Tony, you are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.” Tony rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind.”

Tony grumbled at Steve’s statement, “Boy, you know me so well.” Tony rose from the couch, cradling his head as he walked over to the kitchen, “Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache. That’s what’s going on, Cap. It’s just pain. It’s discomfort.” Tony grabbed a coffee mug, looking into the sink, “Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal?”

Natasha looked at Florence with a knowing look about her coffee-sleep- problem while Tony continued complaining behind them, “Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?”

Tony placed his phone in the fruit basket, a small hologram emitting from it of a young man, “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk, See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia.” Tony paused, allowing the words to sink in painfully, “He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass. There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys.”

Steve began speaking, “Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don’t give up.”

“Who said we’re giving up?”

“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.”

Rhodey speaks up, pointing at Steve, “I’m sorry, Steve. This is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not the World Security Council, it’s not S.H.I.E.L.D., it’s not HYDRA.”

Florence practically flinched at Rhodey’s mention of HYDRA as Steve cut him off, “No, but it’s run by people with agendas, and agendas change.”

Tony walked towards the group, “That’s good. That’s why I’m here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing.”

Steve interrupted, “Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go and they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own.” The team all shared looks, silently gauging their stances.

Tony looked down at Steve, “If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later. That’s the fact. That won’t be pretty.”

Wanda, who had been silent the entire meeting, spoke from her seat next to Vision, “You’re saying they’ll come for me.”

Vision spoke beside her, “We would protect you.”

“Maybe Tony’s right,” All eyes darted to Natasha, “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-”

Sam cut her off, “Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?”

“I’m just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.” Florence was slightly shocked at Natasha’s statement. She had assumed that she wouldn’t be signing, not wanting to walk back into a potential puppet situation.

Tony leaned against his chair, looking at Natasha baffled, “Focus up. I’m sorry. Did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?”

Natasha shook her head, “I want to take it back now.”

“No, no, no, you can’t retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay. Case closed. I win.”

Florence noticed Steve’s phone buzzing, watching his face fall as he read the notification, “I have to go.” The team watched as Steve bolted out of the room.

Days later, Florence was seated between Steve and Sam as they attended Peggy Carter’s funeral in London. The girl was never close to Peggy in the ’40s, she only spoke to her briefly, but Florence knew Steve would need support. The trio watched from the pew as Sharon Carter, Peggy’s niece and an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent, spoke about her aunt. Sharon had grown to be a friend and an ally to the team, helping them out during the Battle of Triskelion.

The funeral ended quickly, Florence standing outside with Sam while Steve remained in the chapel. A familiar redhead passed by, Florence grabbing Natasha’s arm gently, “Nat? What are you doing here?”

“I came to see Steve, then I’m off to Vienna to sign the Accords.”

Florence furrowed her brows, “You’re signing it? Who else signed?”

Natasha shrugged, “Yeah, it’s what seems right. Tony, Rhodey and Vision have signed. Clint says he’s retired and Wanda is TBD. You?”

“I can’t.” Florence wanted to but was immensely torn. She didn’t see a way to function properly under the Accords, and her best bet was to not sign, much to Natasha’s dismay. Florence remained paranoid after the Red Room and HYDRA, even more so than the redhead in front of her. She wanted it to be easy, to sign the Accords without any second thoughts, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Natasha smiled softly at her friend, “I figured. But there’s room on the jet if you change your mind.”

“Thanks, Nat, but I’ll pass. Go see Steve.” The two girls hugged briefly, Natasha pulling away and entering the chapel.

Hours later, both Sam and Florence’s phone vibrated, alerting a notification, the pair taking out their devices and reading ‘UNITED NATIONS COMPLEX BOMBED’

The two looked up from their phones in fear, immediately on the hunt to find Steve.

They found him in the lobby of Sharon’s hotel, having walked her back after Natasha left hours ago. Sam stopped in front of him, “Steve, there’s something you need to see.”

The trio stood in front of the TV of their shared hotel room as the news anchor spoke, “A bomb hidden in news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna.”

Sharon paced behind them while she was on the phone.

“More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda’s King T’Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect, who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations.”

The screen played a clip of the alleged suspect, Bucky, and Florence felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach dropped and she could feel Sam’s gaze on her. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be him.

Sharon interrupted Steve and Florence’s internal spiral, “I have to go to work.”

Florence remained in front of the TV, trying to talk herself out of believing that Bucky would do this. He would have been acting alone. He wouldn’t have done this, this wasn’t the man she knew. She knew he was out of HYDRA’s clutches and was on his own, it couldn’t be him.

Steve grabbed her wrist gently, turning her away from the TV, “We have to go to Vienna, come on.”

Florence and Steve made it to Vienna along with Sam, both leaning against a tree with hats and sunglasses in an attempt to remain unknown. Steve pulled out his phone, dialing Natasha’s number. Florence ignored their conversation as she stared emotionless at the ground. The air was still heavy with smoke from the bombing as Steve spotted Natasha a few yards away, her ignorant to the fact that Steve and Florence were here.

After Steve hung up, Florence’s phone began to ring, Natasha’s contact lighting up the screen. She shared a look with Steve before answering, “Hey.”

Natasha wasted no time getting to the point, “Look, I know how much Barnes means to you, trust me I get it, but don’t do anything stupid. You need to stay home and regroup.”

Florence sighed into the phone, “Nat, you know I can’t do that.” Florence ended the call before Natasha could respond, quickly pocketing the phone in her black jacket and walking away.

Florence and Steve entered a restaurant, quickly spotting Sam at the bar.

Sam placed his food down, “She tell you to stay out of it?” Steve and Florence’s silence was answer enough for Sam, “Might have a point.”

Steve pursed his lips, “He’d do it for me.”

“1945, maybe.” Florence glared at Sam through her glasses as he continued speaking, “I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you two usually end up shooting at me.”

Sam didn’t know him. Steve didn’t know the ‘new’ him. Out of the two, she had known Bucky the longest, loving him through the good and the bad. Even when he was the darkest parts of the Winter Soldier, Florence still held love for him in her heart because she knew what HYDRA made him into. And when Florence’s reflection was unfamiliar to herself, whether she was covered in someone else’s blood or she had been reprogrammed, Bucky kept her from falling apart in the Red Room. It couldn’t be him.

Sharon made her way up the bar, standing next to Steve as she updated the group, “Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of its noise.” Sharon slid a file over to Steve, “Except for this. My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now, so that’s all the head start you’re gonna get.”

Florence thanked Sharon as she left to leave, “You’re all gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight.” Again, the feeling of bile worked its way up Florence’s throat, forcing herself to choke it down. Her hands shook at her sides as she took in Sharon’s words. She wouldn’t let that happen, even if it ended up killing her. She was going to save him.

Steve read over the file quickly, Sam and Florence looking at him expectantly, ”He’s in Romania.”

The location shouldn’t have shocked Florence as much as it did. A lot happened in Romania between herself and Bucky, she shouldn’t be surprised he went there. He probably didn’t even realize why he went to Bucharest, the action must have felt familiar. She should have began their search there two years ago, Florence was angry with herself for missing such an important place to them both. And God, did Romania have painful roots in the soldiers’ and widows’ lives.

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freeze

summary: your heat is broken, your roommate has an idea to keep warm...you need to get a new apartment. (no powers/modern au)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, cursing, weak dirty talk, did i mention sexual intercourse

a/n: this is technically a short companion piece to heat but it can be read alone. i got a really good response to that one so here’s this little thing i had bouncing around my brain. (especially since a lot of people said they’d rather f*ck for warmth...) thank you for all the love!

IF YOUR TEETH CHATTERED ANY HARDER, they’d break. Your boyfriend of 7 months is on the phone with your landlord/resident mechanic, and he, too, is shivering a ridiculous amount.

“S-Scott Middle Name Lang-g-g,” Bucky is saying, “I swear to God, we’ll fucking move out.”

You throw a pillow at him from your cocoon on the couch. Bucky sighs, running a hand over his face and quickly retracting his statement. Scott was an old friend of yours from high school - he had told you about the vacancy literally the day it opened up, and worked tirelessly to keep the old building in the best shape possible. However, Scott had his daughter tonight. And evidently, he had no plans of coming to your rescue, judging by the way Bucky all but threw his phone onto the coffee table. You let out a surprised cry as he promptly scoops you into his arms.

“I have an idea,” he says, determined. He deposits you on your bed - you’ve got two space heaters running in your room, and since you made it official, Bucky’s room has basically become his closet. “To keep from freezing to death, of course.”

His hands slip under all 3 of your sweatshirts, cupping your breasts ever so gently. You let your head fall back as his thumbs brush over your nipples, your reply breathless. “Of course.”

You feel rather than see Bucky’s smirk as he presses his lips to your neck, nipping at your throat. The smirk only grows as you gasp; two fingers deftly play with a nipple as the other hand slides to your hip. He toys with your waistband, silently asking permission. You jerk your body into his touch, a silent beg. He relents, kissing you deeply, tongue slipping past your lips as he tugs your sweatpants off. You shiver, but Bucky is quick to run his hands up and down your thighs.

“Buck, it’s freezing,” You whine, but he circles a finger over your covered clit and shushes you.

“I’ll warm you up,” He whispers against your neck. It sounds almost like a promise, and it is. He rids himself of his pants, leaving both of you in hoodies and underwear, but those, too, are quickly discarded. You’ve seen Bucky naked plenty of times, but every time feels like the first. You drink him in in the dimness of your bedside lamp. Even in this light, he looks like a present-day Adonis - work as a personal trainer at his friend Sam’s gym had done him well. He looked carved from gold; tanned, calloused hands trace circles on your stomach patiently. Bucky knew you liked to admire him, and, though he would never say it out loud, he liked being admired.

Eventually, you’ve had your fill, and you crave him fiercely. Your body still trembles just a little from the cool air of your apartment, but as you reach up to draw him closer all you can focus on is Bucky. You bite at his ear just to hear him half laugh, half growl as he presses against you. Your bodies are touching everywhere they possibly can. This time feels more intimate than others, and you wonder if it has anything to do with his arms holding you in a tight embrace and pressing you close to his chest. He drags his cock through your folds, slicking himself up and teasing you simultaneously. You dig your fingers in where they’re curled around his broad shoulders, and he complies.

When he’s sheathed fully within you, tip pulsing almost against your cervix, he hesitates. You and Bucky breathe in sync, but you grow restless. Your apartment has entered the Ice Age, your landlord is MIA, and the last thing you need right now is Bucky to blatantly tease you. You communicate this frustration by circling your legs about his waist and whining. Bucky reconnects your lips as he begins to move, and you moan shamelessly into his mouth. The only sounds are your shared moans, and skin slapping skin as you forget all about your failed heating system.

“How ‘bout that, baby?” He murmurs, somewhere between leaving dark hickeys blossoming across your chest and flicking his tongue along your nipples. His hands come up to push damp strands of hair from your face lovingly, despite his relentless pace. “Not so cold now, huh, pretty girl?”

“Fuck off,” You pant, shoving halfheartedly at his chest but tightening the leg he’s hooked around his hips. Bucky only grins, holding you impossibly closer to him and slowing his pace just to focus on fucking you that much deeper.

“Sorry, princess,” Bucky quips, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “I’m a little busy fucking you.”

The last word is punctuated with a particularly deep thrust that has you almost screaming. The sound dies in your throat, eyes rolling back in your head as your toes curl. Bucky pulls out just to repeat the . Your euphoric bubble is popped when someone knocks on your front door.

Bucky stills, mid-thrust. You tense beneath him. The knocking comes again, and the two of you practically fall off the bed trying to disentangle yourselves. You’re dressed first, a sweater of Bucky’s and your own sweatpants hastily pulled over quivering limbs. You trip to the door, peeping through the keyhole. Bucky comes stumbling out of the bedroom, bare-chested with joggers slung low on his hips, but you wave him back wildly.

“Stop! Fuck-stop, freeze, pause, go away-” Urgently, you shoo him into the bedroom, ignoring his questioning gaze before swinging open your front door. You greet the people opposite you loud enough for Bucky to hear. “Scott! We weren’t expecting you tonight! And you brought Cass, my favorite princess!”

“I’m a ninja, now, Auntie Y/N,” Cassie informs you, and you nod solemnly as you move to let them by. Scott’s hefting his tool kit, apologizing profusely to you and Bucky both, as the latter reappears from the bedroom in a thick hoodie. Cassie makes herself at home on the couch, swinging her legs as she watches her dad work. “Daddy and I were ‘posed to go to the movies, but he says Uncle Bucky will watch a movie with me, ‘cause he has to fix your house again.”

Bucky’s eyes grow comically wide, but Scott points a screwdriver at him. You know all three of you are thinking back to Bucky’s...colorful phone call with Scott earlier. You clap your hands together, shooting Bucky a forced, overly cheery smile. “I’ll go make some popcorn.”

You’re just hitting ‘start’ on the microwave when strong arms trap you against the counter top. Bucky’s hair brushes your neck as he leans down to talk directly in your ear.

“Kid better pick a short goddamn movie,” he grumbles. One hand leaves the counter to rest low on your back beneath your sweatshirt, fingers splayed just above your ass. “I’ve got some other things I need to finish.”

The innuendo isn’t lost on you, but he’s singing a different tune in an hour. An hour later, Bucky is snoring through fairy-princess Barbie, Cassie passed out on his chest. Scott, who despite owning the building lives on the first floor, scratches his neck a little awkwardly.

“I hate to, you know, impose, but,” He gestures helplessly at his little girl, and you smile softly at the sight. You guide him out, handing him his tool bag at the door.

“Don’t worry about it, Scott. We’ll drop her off after breakfast.” Scott’s body practically melts with relief - no matter how long you’d been friends, he still felt bad asking favors. He disappears down the hall with something that sounds like ‘you’re an angel, Y/N’, and you close the door as quietly as possible. when you turn back around, Bucky has shifted, legs stretched into your previously-empty seat on the couch. Cassie scrunches up her nose in her sleep but doesn’t wake as you pull a blanket over them, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads. In your tired, love-struck haze, your mind wanders to a place it hadn’t ever been. Tucking them in just so, you catch yourself thinking, maybe that’ll be Bucky with our kid someday.

And while an alarmed look at Cassie drooling on Bucky’s neck has your brain saying ‘seriously, are you crazy?’, a glimpse of him the next morning settles the matter. You’d made pancakes for breakfast. While you cleaned up the kitchen, Bucky leads Cassie to the bathroom to clean up her face. One look at your big, strong boyfriend crouched by the toilet with a wash cloth, carefully wiping syrup from Cassie’s cheek quells any doubts. Your brain helpfully supplies you with only one thought.

I hope that’s Bucky and our kid someday.

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hockeyforthefirsttime · 4 years

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Try Again- Vince Dunn Chapter 3

AN: yes the not so long awaited finally of try again, I might write an epilogue but idk yet. don’t know completely how i feel about it, but hey it is what it is.

Word count: 1500 ish

TW: Hangover mildy angst

Previous parts: Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Vince wakes up and his head is killing him, but not so much when he looks to his nightstand for his phone. Cause there is two painkillers and a tall glass of water. His phone is even plugged in. It’s definitely not his heart clenching around old feelings. He swears to himself. Then last night begins to dawn on him. How he had gotten absolutely smashed, how you had taken him home, how you had made sure he was okay. He also remembers begging you to sleep in the same bed. And as he turns around to your side of the bed he sees the covers just shoved to the side, but the sheets are cold. Of course you wouldn’t stay.

The soft groan that escapes his lips along with a “fuck”, is only heard by him. Silence has never been quite as deafening to him as it is right now. Vince gets up, and pulls on a pair of sweatpants he finds on the floor and stares at the pills and glass. As a wave of pain washes through his head, he quickly washes down the pills with the glass of water. He sighs and opens the door to his room.

He walks the familiar path to his kitchen, but once he reaches the living room he halts for a minute. On his huge ass couch, you’re lying asleep, with your old blanket covering you all the way up to your shoulders. Vince wants so badly to walk over and carry you back to bed, if only to see you where you belong, in his arms, for just a second.

However, he doesn’t do any of that. He walks over to his kitchen and starts making a fresh can of coffee for himself. He brings out a pot to boil water for a cup of tea for you. He digs into his cupboard, and just as he thought, in the back on the lowest shelf, there is an old-ish pack of your favourite tea. He hopes you can’t taste the difference. He learned a long time ago that you don’t make tea in the microwave, and he hasn’t forgotten. When he pours the boiling water into the cup with the tea bag in it, it’s almost like it summons you. Because he can hear you shuffling around underneath your blanket. It doesn’t take long before you’re sitting on the other side of the kitchen island sipping your tea. Vince is still fumbling around his own kitchen, trying to make toast.

He takes you in, in stolen glances. All smudged make- up and wrinkled clothes, and that’s the moment he remembers why he even decided to get drunk in the first place. You had been on a date. His first reaction is to ignore it. Pretend that nothing has happened. But he knows, deep inside that he needs to show you he has changed.

Before he can get a word out, you’re looking at your phone, clearly tapping away on a message. You’ve got that cute frown you get when you’re worried or don’t understand something.

“That him?”

Really, it slips out before he can conceal anything. Not the disappointment and not the jealousy.

“Hmm? Oh yeah it’s Carter. Do you mind if I make a quick call?”

You confirm as you get up with your cup of tea in one hand and your phone in the other.

“Sure, the bedroom is open if you want some privacy or something.”

He says and the sentence itself is friendly enough, but he is tense as he says it and aggressively buttering his toast.

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You find the contact in your phone before entering the bedroom, and once you’ve closed the door, Carter has greeted you with a soft “hey.”

“Hey, I didn’t wake you did I?”

You ask, not wanting to ruin his day more than you’re about to.

“No, my roommate is asleep though, so I don’t want to wake him up.”

Carter says, and if you weren’t so conflicted, you would have smiled regardless if he could see you or not.

“You got home alright last night?”

He seems to take the hint through your silence.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about how it ended, it wasn’t fair to you.”

No matter how hard you try to stand still you can’t seem to find any sense of calm. And it doesn’t help that the room is filled with memories.

“No, but I figured, once he walked through the door that I had already lost.”

Carter says, sounding a little bit deflated.

“Yeah, nothing happened, not that it matters all that much, but I would rather have you know the truth. I also don’t want to string you along for something I don’t even know the outcome of.”

You say as you stop by the night stand on the other side of the bed. The one that used to be yours.

“Yeah, I appreciate that tho, honestly. Thanks for the call.”

In the drawer of the night stand, is a picture frame flipped to face down.

“Yeah, no worries, see you on campus?”

You flip the picture frame as you wait for the response, and almost gasp out loud.

“Yeah, for sure. I hope things work out for you.”

“Thanks, see you.”

And then you abruptly end the call. You’re staring at a photo of yourself and Vince from the early days of your relationship. It was taken around Christmas and it’s just the silhouette of the two of you staring at a Christmas tree you had set up in the apartment. Vince’s mom had taken it. At the time all of you looked at it and smiled. Now you felt like someone had punched you through your gut.

“You want some breakfast?”

You hear Vince call from the kitchen. As a million thoughts race through your brain, you put down the picture frame and head in his direction.

“I think we need to talk, Vince.”

He stops dead in his tracks, not knowing what to do. He has been sitting by the kitchen table eating his toast and looking at his phone, but the frown on his forehead deepens.

“That doesn’t sound good.”

To be honest you had been expecting this reaction, who wouldn’t react like this after hearing those words. But he puts down his phone and nods for you to take a seat opposite of him.

“I’m just gonna ask right away,”

You sigh as you sit down.

“Why did you get drunk last night? Please don’t lie to me.”

Vince visibly cringes as you ask, and you know he doesn’t want to.. to what exactly? Repeat past mistakes?

“‘Cause I saw you with Carter, with someone else.”

And you swear, your heart skips a beat or two.

“You were the one who said friends, Vince.”

“I know! And I meant it, at least when I said it, but then we went shopping for your books, and texting and I just couldn’t stop it.”

The confession falls from his lips, and it looks like he regrets the words immediately, his shoulders tense and he looks down at his fiddling hands. You have seen Vince many states, angry, happy, drunk and worried. But you had never seen him like this, never seen him display sadness.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

You nod for him to continue.

“Why did you go on a date with him?”

“I have tried to find someone new Vince, but I can’t. Cause even after two years, I’m still broken over us.”

Finally he looks up from the table and meets your eyes, and you see the hope in his clear, green ones.

“Then let’s mend us. I promise I have changed and I can tell you have too. Please let us try again.”

You wish so badly that it could be that easy, but then again, why can’t it be?

“I don’t know Vince, we ended things horribly and it happened for a reason.”

“It was a stupid reason, I’m better now, I promise. I have thought it over and over again and I know what I did wrong. I promise I’ll treat you better.”

It hurts a little knowing that he thinks it’s all on him that you ended.

“You know Vince, I made mistakes too, and I don’t want you to carry the entire weight of this relationship on your shoulders.”

You say, wanting him to know that a relationship isn’t a one way street.

“So we both know what we did wrong, isn’t that a good thing?”

He has a fair point, you’ll have to admit.

“Okay, but let’s keep talking like this, okay?”

“Wait, so you.. we can try again? ‘Cause I don’t want to force you into anything.”

Vince asks hopefully, and a fond smile makes its way across your lips. You nod in confirmation. In that moment Vince is on his feet and on your side of the table in seconds. He reaches a hand out to you, and you take it instantly, letting him pull you to your feet.

“Can I kiss you?”

He whispers with his forehead resting against yours.

“Yes.”

In an instant he is kissing you passionately, slowly. Re- familiarising himself with you. The curve of your neck and cheeks, how your hair feels in between his fingers. How you feel pressed up against him and how your hands clench around his waist as you break the kiss to just hug him.

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hajimes-erect-ahoge · 4 years

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Postmortem- Chapter 14

Everyone finally moves out of the hospital and into the new apartment complex!

ao3 About a week had passed since Ouma’s encounter with Amami in the recreation room, and the participants of Danganronpa’s 53rd season were finally being discharged from the hospital. The moving process was pretty simple; All that had to be done by the participants was gather whatever belongings they had and be relocated to the new apartment complex. After that, they would move into their individual apartments and settle into their rooms.

The apartment complex was surprisingly small, though in retrospect that was to be expected given that only 15 people would be living there. The complex consisted of two buildings adjacent to one another, one of which was for the boys and the other one being for the girls. Each building contained the aforementioned apartments, a game room and a common room. There was also a nearby park, as well as various stores and local businesses.

After being dropped off outside of the apartment complex, the participants separated into two groups and headed to their assigned buildings. Saihara and Momota stuck together, practically inseparable as best friends, while Ouma trailed behind, vaguely following them.

The three of them eventually arrived at their apartment, which was located at the very end of the hall. Upon entering, Ouma observed that the apartment was well furnished and quite spacious, containing a living room and a kitchen adjacent to one another, with a bedroom off to the side, and inside the bedroom was the door to the bathroom.

Throwing his bag down on the floor, Ouma immediately set to exploring his surroundings. The living room contained a large couch with an average sized television right across from it, accompanied by light brown carpeting and a coffee table. The kitchen was also visible from there, and it contained all of the basic kitchen necessities: a stove, oven, microwave, counters, a dinner table with four seats, and a kitchen island with some stools on one side of it.

Venturing further into the apartment, Ouma couldn’t help but let out an excited gasp upon seeing the bedroom. On the right side of the room was a single person bed, and on the left side of the room was a bunk bed which, of course, was practically begging Ouma to occupy the top bunk. He immediately dashed towards it, climbing up the ladder and making his way towards the top.

“Woah! Ouma!” Momota’s voice rang throughout the bedroom as he entered, watching Ouma eagerly climb the ladder. Saihara only chuckled at his childish antics.

“Back off, Momota-chan! This bed is mine!” Ouma had reached the top of the bunk bed, lying on it face down and sprawling his limbs out. “And you can’t have the bottom bunk either! That space is reserved for my beloved Saihara-chan!” He grinned at them, propping his chin up on his palm.

“Wha- You can’t just go around making decisions like that for us!” Momota protested, “I bet Shuichi doesn’t even wanna share the bunk bed with you!”

Saihara frantically waved his hands in an attempt to calm Momota down, “It’s fine, Momota-kun! I don’t mind at all, really!”

Momota clicked his tongue in annoyance, Ouma giving a small “nishishi” in victory before climbing down from the top bunk.

The trio then brought their belongings into the bedroom, unpacking whatever few things they had brought from the hospital. Ouma’s belongings mostly consisted of silly drawings he made in his free time, along with other basic items like clothes and toiletries. He haphazardly shoved all of his belongings into the top drawer of a dresser, not really taking the time to make everything neat and organized.

It was already evening by the time they were all finished unpacking, the day passing by rather quickly as they all relocated to their new place of living. Just as Ouma was about to sit down on the couch and watch some television in the living room, he was stopped by Momota.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Momota asked, “We’ve got training to do!” He grinned, pounding his fists together. Saihara was also standing with him, sheepishly smiling at Ouma.

“Training? What the hell does that mean?” Ouma questioned, clearly confused.

“Every night during the killing game, Momota-kun and Harukawa-san and I would do training in the courtyard together so that we could get stronger… though if I recall correctly, Momota-kun did more talking than actually training.” Saihara remarked slyly.

Ouma eyed Momota skeptically, who spluttered in defending himself.

“W-Well I was already the strongest one there, so I didn’t need to train as much as you guys! That’s why!” Momota shook his head indignantly as he spoke, while Saihara just laughed it off. “Maki Roll won’t be joining us for training tonight, and since you’re one of my sidekicks now it’s your responsibility to show up and train with us!”

“First of all, I’m not your sidekick!” Ouma protested, “Second of all, where do you guys even plan on doing this? I don’t recall this place having a courtyard or whatever for you guys to do your dumb training in.”

“Actually, there’s a park right across the street from this place! It’s perfect!” Momota beamed like an overly excited puppy. “So c’mon, what’re you waiting for!”

Knowing that Momota wouldn’t give up until he got a yes for an answer, Ouma conceded.

“Fiiiine…” Ouma sighed, “I’ll go to the park with you guys. But just this one time!”

“Great! Now let’s go!” Momota cheered.

Ouma rolled his eyes, resigning himself to his fate.

It was only one night… How bad could it be?

~~~~~~~~~~

“Twenty-one… Twenty-two… Twenty-three!” Saihara grunted, diligently doing his push ups.

To his left, Momota was, surprisingly, doing his push ups as well, while Ouma was to his right, picking at the blades of grass beneath them. To be fair, Ouma did genuinely try doing his push ups, but after about four or five he got tired and opted to lay down on his stomach and relax instead.

“Ouma, what gives? I don’t see you doing any push ups!” Momota stopped doing his own push ups to momentarily scold Ouma, giving himself a small break. “I thought you said you would workout with us!”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong Momota-chan!” Ouma chirped, “I said I would go to the park with you, not that I would do your stupid training!”

“You little-!” Momota began, only to be cut off by Saihara.

“That doesn’t mean you can take a break, Momota-kun! I’m the only one doing any training here!” Saihara spoke through labored breaths, straining through his exercise.

“Wow, Saihara-chan is super strong! Not like wimpy ol’ Momota-chan over there!” Ouma teased, glancing in Momota’s direction.

“Hey! Who are you calling a wimp?!” Momota took the bait, not realizing that Ouma was intentionally provoking him.

“Nishishi, I thought Momota-chan was all muscle and no brains, but it turns out he’s neither!” Ouma taunted.

“That’s it!” Momota sat up, fuming. “I’ll show you who’s a wimp!”

“Momota-kun, wait!” Anticipating the worst, Saihara attempted to deter Momota’s next actions.

But it was too late.

Ouma let out a yelp and scrambled to his feet in order to get away, but Momota caught up to him and put him in a solid headlock.

“What the hell?” Ouma tried prying Momota’s arm from around his neck, but it was no use. “Get off of me!”

“Take back what you said about me!” Momota smirked.

“Wh- Huh?” Ouma stopped struggling momentarily, processing Momota’s words. “No way!”

“Maybe this’ll convince ya!” He started ruffling Ouma’s hair with his free hand, giving him an old-fashioned noogie.

“Stop!” Ouma protested, clawing at Momota’s arm.

“Momota-kun! Don’t…” Saihara interjected, but trailed off once he realized that both Momota and Ouma had huge smiles on their faces, laughing at how ridiculous and childish they were acting.

Saihara couldn’t help but laugh too.

They bickered with each other for a while longer before Ouma finally conceded despite his stubbornness.

“See? That wasn’t so bad!” Momota grinned.

“Ugh…” Ouma pouted, smoothing his hair back down. “You’re the worst.”

“We should probably head back now.” Saihara suggested, looking up at the sky. “It’s getting pretty dark out.”

“Damn, already?” Momota followed suit, observing the quickly darkening sky. “But we just got here!”

“Unless you want to stay here and finish your hundred push ups.” Saihara remarked.

“Uh…” Momota stammered, “I already did a few hundred push ups this morning, so I’m already good!”

“Now that’s definitely a lie.” Ouma linked his hands behind his head, walking away. The other two followed, heading back to the apartment complex.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ouma tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. He rolled onto his side, trying to avoid facing the crushing reality right in front of him, but it was no use.

He opened his eyes.

It was dark. An obvious statement considering the fact that all three of them decided to go to bed, turning off all the lights save for the nightlight in the corner of the room. Peering over the edge of the top bunk he could see the nightlight, shining brightly in its designated spot. He could also see Momota, who was fast asleep and snoring quite loudly.

Ouma was feeling restless, wanting to adjust his position by turning over and facing the wall instead. But doing that required momentarily laying on his back and- even if only for a split second- facing the ceiling. Squeezing his eyes shut, Ouma braced himself to do just that.

Three… Two…

“You’re alone Ouma-kun, and you always will be.”

One.

His eyes shot open, but the pitch black darkness didn’t help the image of the hydraulic press looming over him dissipate from his mind. With a sharp inhale he sat up as much as he could (which wasn’t very much), jerking his body forward.

The feeling of the cold metal of the hydraulic press on his back despite laying on Momota’s galaxy-printed jacket…

The sensation of tears gently streaming down his cheeks as he prepared himself for his death…

And the recollection of how alone he felt…

All of it was coming back.

Blinking rapidly, Ouma tried to clear the tears from his eyes as he sniffled and trembled.

That’s right. No one wants you here anyway. They all hated you from the start, before you committed to that stupid evil persona of yours. No one cares that you died. You’re alone and you always have b-

“...Ouma-kun?” Saihara’s gentle voice rang throughout the silence of the room, startling Ouma.

Not wanting to be heard crying, he rubbed at his eyes harshly and stifled his breathing.

“It’s okay, it’s just me.” The sound of Saihara getting up from his bed could be heard, followed by a short pause. “Do you wanna… talk?”

No response.

“Please just… come down from there, I…” Saihara whispered, “I think I already know what the problem is.”

After hesitating for a moment, Ouma complied with Saihara’s request, climbing down from the top bunk.

“I wasn’t crying, just so you know.” Ouma stated blankly, despite his sniffling.

“Is it okay if I…?” Saihara tentatively reached out, placing a hand on Ouma’s shoulder. The other boy nodded, giving Saihara permission to pull him in closer for a tight hug.

Moments passed by in silence, Saihara simply hugging Ouma in an attempt to bring some comfort to him. Whether it was due to the tenderness of the gesture or the lack of sleep, Ouma broke down into another crying fit, sobbing into Saihara’s chest.

“It’s okay…” Saihara rubbed soothing circles into the small of his back, whispering comforting words into his ear. “Everything’s gonna be okay, I’m here for you.”

Ouma’s sobs eventually died down, leaving him weakly hugging Saihara, seeking for confirmation that he was real. Saihara pulled back ever so slightly, looking down at Ouma.

“Do you…” Saihara whispered, cautiously checking to make sure Momota was still asleep. “Do you want to switch beds for now?”

Ouma nodded, letting Saihara guide him to his bed. He chewed on his lip in thought, sitting on the edge of the bed rather than tucking himself in. Just as Saihara was about to walk over to the ladder leading to the top bunk, Ouma reached out and lightly tugged on his arm.

“O-Ouma-kun?” Saihara stuttered, a bit taken aback.

Ouma gave his arm another light tug, pulling him even closer.

“Ouma-kun, what is it?” Saihara asked.

“...Stay with me?” Ouma’s voice was barely audible, a faint whisper in the darkness.

After taking a moment to process those words, Saihara stepped towards Ouma and joined him on the bed. He grabbed the other boy’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Of course.”

#postmortem #my writing #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #saiouma #oumasai

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whitworth-waldo · 4 years

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So, I wrote a one shot on Loceit, and it was kinda based in the flirty wave things that Janus just LOVES doing at Logan, but it feels kinda forced into it, but I tried my best so... I saw @totallybelievabledude's post and I wanted to write that.

Sorry if it's not what you wanted, but I'm pretty proud if it. 🥰

Anyway:

It was the middle of an argument, well, not necessarily an argument, more of a debate. Well, no one knows what to call it, but it was Deceit, Patton, Roman. Logan occasionally popped up with some facts here and there.

Deceit had been impersonating Logan for a little bit throughout the argument debate thingy because he knew the sides wouldn’t listen to him, and he just liked doing anything involving his boyfriend, well, secret boyfriend. The others didn’t know, and they didn’t need to. Plus, it would be weird to pop up as Virgil and just be like, “Hey, so you know how I hate Deceit? I think we should listen to him, I STILL HATE HIM THOUGH!”

So, that brings us about to where Logan came back, the real one.

“Not that any of you care-”

“Oh shit, shit.”

Deceit hid his face while Logan continued.

“I am unharmed and I don’t want to talk about it.”

Deceit smirked, he knew exactly why Logan didn’t want to talk about it, but we won’t go there.

“I’m just here to deliver one last fact and spare you my company.”

Deceit waved at Logan, much like how he did during the first Selfishness vs Selflessness fight, Logan got all flustered the first time, so it would probably work out the second time.

Patton went to say something, probably telling him that everyone enjoys him being around, but Logan interrupted.

“PETER SINGER-”

Deceit guessed he had to shout to get everyone’s attention, or he was just discombobulated from the wave, who knew. He wondered where Logan was going with this, Deceit recognized the name, but he couldn’t remember who the guy was or where he heard of him from.

“Is an Australian philosopher and activist who champions the movement called 'Effective Altruism'. The primary feature that differentiates Effective Altruism from other moral philosophies is its practicality. It employs the heart, and the mind so that Effective Altruism can earn its namesake and actually… be effective.”

Deceit was confused. Was Logan gonna agree with him? Were the others finally going to see he’s not that bad?

“The aim is to help as many people as possible while maintaining a "Perfectly Adequate standard of living'. So a poor, sick person giving five of their last fifteen cents to an aid organization, while incredibly altruistic, is not effective altruism because that money won’t go very far, and the act would only harm that person’s already unacceptable standard of living.”

Logan was on Deceit’s side! Logan, the logical side, the side that everyone ended up listening to at the end of the day, he was 100% on Deceit’s side! He wasn’t kind of agreeing, only to say that Deceit was wrong. Nope, he was agreeing with every point Deceit had made so far.

Deceit didn’t know if Logan was just biased, but damn did it feel good.

Deceit threw himself onto Logan’s bed, he landed face down and groaned. Logan, who was behind him chuckled.

“What’s the problem?”

Deceit sat up.

“That was tense. Now come here.”

Logan tilted his head, but he sat on the bed next to Deceit. Deceit had a lazy smirk as he pulled Logan onto his lap, he rested his head on Logan’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around Logan’s torso.

There was a knock on Logan’s door.

“I’m doing something currently, I’ll be able to come down in 30 minutes.”

Deceit smirked as he heard the person walk away, he used Logan’s voice. A perk, he thought. He was able to copy the side’s voices while not having to appear like them. Logan sighed, knowing Deceit would whine if he moved, and in all honesty, he didn’t want to move. He moved so that he was lying across his boyfriend's lap, instead of sitting on it.

“My head was comfy! Traitor.”

Logan shrugged at Deceit’s mock betrayed tone. He grabbed a book that was on his bed. A Series of Unfortunate Events. Logan found himself enjoying this series, even if it was quite different from the books he usually read.

Deceit started to run his hand through Logan’s hair, and suddenly, Logan found that he couldn’t focus on the book.

“Do you think the others will be suspicious that you agreed with me?”

Logan shrugged, he rested his head on the mattress and looked at his boyfriend.

“Even if they are, it’s not like they’ll expect something like this.”

They were both quiet for a while, both enjoying the comfortable silence. Then there was another knock on Logan’s door. Deceit rolled his eyes.

“Yes?”

Logan just told him to hide, Deceit shook his head and smirked.

“Uh, you ok buddy? You’ve been up here for like, an hour more than you said you would be.”

Logan looked at his watch, Roman was right.

“I guess I got too interested in the book I was reading. Sorry, I'll be down in a second.”

Logan stood up and stretched, Deceit got up after him. Deceit placed a chaste kiss on Logan’s cheek and waved. It was the same flirtatious wave he’s been doing, it always made Logan blush.

Deceit then teleported, or you could call it fast traveled, there wasn’t a name for it, but Deceit did that to the dark side of the mind place.

“Where were you all day?”

Remus had an eyebrow lifted and his head tilted in confusion.

“There was a dilemma, and it seemed like they needed me.”

Remus nodded.

“I’m gonna go microwave this fork. I’ll tell you what happens.”

Remus ran away, and Deceit chased him. Luckily, Deceit managed to catch Remus before he could put the fork in the microwave, but then he heard the microwave go off in the kitchen.

“What did you do?!”

Remus shrugged, but he couldn’t contain his smile.

“I put a barbie in the microwave, and I knew if you saw it, you would take it out. It was a classic distraction method.”

Deceit groaned.

“WHY?!”

“Why not?”

Deceit covered his face with his hands.

“I swear; you scare me sometimes.”

Remus gasped and put a hand on his chest in an offended manner.

“Sometimes?!”

Remus mumbled something that Deceit couldn’t hear, well, almost.

“Must not be trying hard enough.”

Deceit shook his head.

“Please don’t try harder, I don’t want you being even more chaotic!”

Remus shrugged.

“Whatever you say.”

Remus walked away and Deceit presumed he went into his room, so Deceit went into his. He took off his coat and his under-blouse. He then put on a yellow hoodie over a white tee-shirt, he paired it with black sweatpants. He took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair.

Deceit woke up to someone throwing themselves onto his bed right next to where he was, up until now, sleeping. Deceit recognized the figure next to him almost instantly, so he snaked his arm around their waist.

“You were right.”

“Of course I was dear.”

Deceit moved so that his boyfriend was pressed flush against his chest.

“Roman told Virgil what happened. Virgil didn’t like it one bit, so they called me down and started questioning me. A lot.”

Deceit nodded, knowing how upset Virgil could get. He had to deal with Virgil when he was a lot, for a lack of a better word, worse. It’s not like he ever thought Virgil was a burden, he could just get very agitated and rude when someone brought up a touchy subject, and Deceit guessed he was now a touchy subject.

“Do they know?”

Logan shook his head.

“No, I don’t think they thought of anything like that. They wanted to know if we were friends.”

Deceit hummed.

“What did you say?”

“I said no, but I didn’t necessarily mind your company. Which is true. Technically, we’re more than friends, and I don’t mind your company if anything I adore it.”

Deceit chuckled.

“You don’t have to defend lies when you’re talking to me. Literally, up until today, the other sides knew me as Deceit.”

Logan shrugged and rolled over so that he was now facing Deceit. Logan shoved his face into the crook of Deceit’s neck. Deceit rolled his eyes.

“Hey, Dee? Do yo-”

Remus had barged into Deceit’s room, only to find the two brain cells, as the fanders deemed them, intertwined and cuddling.

“I see you’re busy. I’ll come back later.”

Remus shut the door and walked away.

“Will he tell the others?!”

Logan looked up to his boyfriend with big doe eyes, Deceit almost died then and there.

“No, even if he does the other’s would take it as him being the cursed… thing that he is.”

From a bit away, the two heard Remus yell.

“Wear protection!”

Logan’s face lit up a bright cherry hue and he froze. Deceit laughed and rolled his eyes. Logan shoved his face back into the crook of Deceit’s neck, and Deceit could feel the heat radiating off of Logan’s face.

Deceit kissed the top of Logan’s head, and he used the arm that wasn’t around his partner's waist to play with Logan’s hair. Deceit felt Logan relax, and soon Logan started drifting off.

When Logan woke up, he was on his bed. He frowned and looked around for his python partner, but Deceit was nowhere to be found. He got up and went to brush his teeth, but then he noticed a familiar yellow hoodie on his nightstand. It was neatly folded and had a note on top.

“Sorry I had to drop you off, but we wouldn’t want Remus to think we did anything besides cuddling. Since you couldn’t wake up next to me, why not wake up next to my hoodie? Eh, sorry that was bad, but I’m writing this with a quill because that’s all I have in my room, plus it looks cool.

~ Your Boa Boyfriend (Sorry again, couldn’t help myself.)

Janus”

Logan laughed at the note. He unfolded the hoodie and put it on. Despite all the sides being relatively the same height, the hoodie was a little big on Logan, even though it seemed to fit Deceit perfectly.

Anyway, when Logan walked out into the kitchen wearing a yellow hoodie, especially after siding with Deceit, the only side who wears yellow, they had even more questions. Logan just shrugged at all of them and ignored them.

It’s safe to assume that those little flirty waves that Deceit does, those really work on Logan.

#deceit x logan #logan x deceit #loceit #long reads #fanfic #kinda long but thats ok

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hopelessromanticspoonie · 4 years

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Helping Hands - Chapter 9

series masterlist here chapter summary: We learn of Tony's condition after the mission, and Haley makes a few deals. chapter warnings: Mention of injury and behavior indicative of abuse a/n: Thank y’all for sticking around! And extra thanks for @yespolkadotkitty for Betaing this chapter and making it so much better than it was!

It’s one of the most difficult feelings in the world to watch someone you care for in pain.

But, for Haley, it’s something else entirely to watch them suffer and know that she can end it, but has been forbidden to.

Without a snarky comment to pull his lips into his signature smirk or his eyes twinkling with ideas buzzing around in the billionaire’s brilliant brain, Tony looked small. Unimportant. Just a man with grey hairs peppering his goatee and deep, dark bags beneath his eyes. Wires disappearing beneath the blankets on his chest beeped out his restful state, timed to her foot tapping anxiously against the tiled floor.

“It’s just some bruising and a concussion. He’ll be okay, Hales,” Nat assured her from her place next to Tony’s head.

A plate appeared in front of her, a sandwich and fruit artfully arranged upon it, and she set it on her lap mechanically. Steady, large hands settled on her shoulders and she reclined back in the chair until her head rested against Loki’s sternum.

Quietly, she murmured, “He’d heal faster if I-”

“Absolutely not. You promised Stark, did you not?”

Any answer would just affirm his statement, and the guilt churning in Haley’s stomach was too heavy for her to answer him. If only she hadn’t promised, then she could be handling a rapidly healing concussion and Stark would be chewing her out right now. But her word was all that she had in this world, aside from her abilities, and she wasn’t going to face losing the trust of the only souls she had to call her own.

Which meant she sat there at his bedside, picking at her sandwich under Loki’s watchful gaze, as Avengers filtered in and out to check on their fallen leader.

“Absolutely not.”

Were those the only two words in his vastly overinflated vocabulary? Haley stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, facing Loki across from Tony’s bed. “I’ll stay on the jet. For real. You can make me a suit like Tony’s so that I’m protected.”

“You won’t need it if you don’t leave the Quinjet, Little Mouse.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “You expect her to listen, Tony?”

Loki’s hands flexed at his sides and he shook his head with a look of fierce determination that stabbed into her stomach and ripped her heart out from inside her ribcage. “Out of the question. I won’t allow it.”

She unfurled her fists from her hoodie to count out her attributes on her shaky fingers. “I need to start earning my keep around here. I heal faster than all of you combined, even with super serum. Nat would’ve died if I hadn’t have helped-”

“And if I would have allowed you to continue, you would have foolishly died instead!” Loki’s rage filled the small room, forcing Haley to flinch back in shock and clench her eyes shut as she waited for the blow that was sure to follow such fury.

It was Steve’s calm, level voice that lured her to open her eyes again. “Our lives are not worth yours.”

“And I’m not saying they are! But I can get you all healed to a point where you’ll make it to medical assistance, like I did with her. That’s all.” Her large eyes darted around the room, searching for an agreeing face amongst the thin frowns and furrowed brows. Everything in Haley wanted to stand down, shrink into a corner and hope for the confrontation to just blow over, but this was too important. “Please. I can’t stand by and watch the closest thing to family that I’ve had leave, not knowing who’s going to come back.”

The silence is interrupted only by the beeps of Tony’s heart monitor that grate on Haley’s frazzled nerves. She could’ve fixed it. She could fix them. Just given the chance. Please, please, give me the chance.

“Only when necessary,” Tony finally spoke up, revealing the train of thought he’d been chasing since the conversation had begun. “You don’t get yourself killed saving us. If it’s our time, it’s our time. No dragging on like the last season of Friends - no one wanted that. You got me?”

Loki growled, a feral sound that chilled her bones, and stormed out of the room.

That’s my decision to make. She nodded, squashing any look of triumph from her features, and stared back at his somber face. “I got you.”

Sleep wasn’t happening tonight.

That was made abundantly clear after hours of tossing and turning. Loki had avoided her for the rest of the evening, and the cold shoulder from someone who typically offered such warmth nagged at the back of her mind.

Would doing this, joining the Avengers, crush whatever they’d begun to build together into choking dust that couldn’t be salvaged?

Groaning, Haley sat up in bed and rubbed the heels of her hands over her weary eyes. “FRIDAY, what time is it?”

“It’s 2:17 AM.”

Highly unlikely that Loki was still awake at this hour, unlikelier still that he was out of his room. But still, she had to try.

After shoving some socks onto her bare feet and her hoodie over her tank top, she quietly slipped out of her room, creeping down the hallway as quickly as possible so as to not wake the Avengers who managed to find some rest. Many, she knew, were plagued with nightmares. It seemed to come with the territory. They couldn’t save everybody, and when they could, it sometimes meant making choices that haunted the shadows of their darkened rooms.

But Loki’s didn’t seem to be bothering him. Not tonight. At least not in the sprawling living area. She forced herself to ignore any - hopefully premature - disappointment and went to the kitchen, hoping to find his tall and dark figure gleefully arranging a plate of sweets for them to share. But it was empty, too.

Might as well make the trip worthwhile. Why pass up the opportunity to indulge in delicious treats? Tilting her head back and forth thoughtfully, she bit into a brownie that Pepper had brought in for the team - a thank you for getting Tony out safe and sound. Would she ever get used to the sweet explosion of bliss over her tongue? Sighing, her shoulders slumped and she set a cup of milk into the microwave and got it going. Hot cocoa sounded nice right now.

Well, that was until she accidentally tipped the almost boiling milk onto her hand, pulling a curse from low in her throat. “Fuck.”

“Let me see.”

Haley didn’t turn at the insistent, silken voice, watching the shadow of Loki’s head darken her reddened skin just before she felt the heat of him at her back. Long arms, encased in a gray hoodie that matched her own, slid into her vision so his hands could carefully cradle her injured hand. Any angry, stinging pain that had annoyed her more than anything was lost to the scent of him, cinnamon and mint and perfumed smoke, washing over her senses in a soothing embrace.

It took a few deep inhales to find her voice again. “It’ll be okay. Healing is kind of my thing.”

Strong hands dropped to press into the countertop on either side of her, white knuckles revealing the slightest bit of effort it took to make the marble begin to crack in protest. Or perhaps that effort was made in order to not ruin the cool surface.

His voice was tight when he muttered, “That it is.”

Thankful for once for her slight build, she turned in the cage of his body, facing him. He was entirely too close, entirely too handsome with his tumble of midnight hair over his shoulders and searching emerald eyes inches away. Her heart raced against her ribcage that flexed with each rapid breath, and greedy fingers splayed over his chest to find that his did just the same. The flick of her tongue over her lips drew his focus downward, and her stomach clenched at the sudden darkness of his steady gaze.

One tries. Two. She cleared her throat and tried once more for what little courage she had. “I need to do this, Loki.”

Steel arms wrapped around her to pull her into his chest. His voice rumbled through his throat and against her forehead when he replied, “I know.”

“Help me?”

Molten comfort flowed out from the press of his mouth over her temple. “Promise me one thing?”

That tone of his voice, pleading, broken and vulnerable beneath the demand, crawled into her soul and commanded it to listen as he placed his hopes at her feet. “What?”

Large, needy hands skated up her back to curl around her neck so his thumbs could press underneath the edge of her jaw and hold her attention to his heartbreakingly earnest expression. “If the situation comes between your life and theirs, or mine,” he swallowed with the barest twitch of his chiseled cheek, “you save yourself. Promise me.”

There wasn’t any way to deny him. Not when he looked as if her answer held the very key to his next bated breath. “Okay.”

Rewarded with a soft brush of his lips over hers, a sigh of relief laced with chocolate flooded the space between them. She’d promise him anything if it meant she could bask in the sweet mint of his breath that raised goosebumps over her neck when he pulled away to study her reaction to the flick of his silver tongue against the seam of her mouth.

Eager to explore the newfound sensation, to lose herself in Loki’s strength and passion, she tilted her chin up slightly in a silent offering of more. Even if she didn’t know what that was, she wanted it. Wanted him.

Desperation lined his lips, held her between the long line of his body and the rigid countertop behind her as he kissed her again, pouring every bit of vulnerability he was unable to verbally express into the card of his fingers through her short, unruly hair. She melted into his heat, clinging to broad shoulders and following the mold of his mouth to teach her how to ease the ache of their anxieties. She learned the flex of his thigh in between her legs, and when the intensity that clenched her stomach sank lower and became unfamiliar and too much, he stopped.

Searing need turned to calming, chaste affection, kissed over flushed cheeks and above dark lashes until he leaned his cheek against the crown of her head while they both caught their breath.

Emboldened by the pulse in her swollen lips, she whispered the beginning of her own demand, “Loki?”

“Hmm?” His voice was rough, low and deep, and she liked it. One day, she’d discover why it sent an electric shiver down her spine.

Her forehead scrunched against the column of his neck. “No more silent treatments, okay? Talk to me.”

He stiffened almost imperceptibly against her, remaining rigid despite the steady draw of her hands up and down his back. “What you ask of me is not so easy, Little One.”

“I didn’t say it was. But shutting me out isn’t going to make the decisions you disagree with any easier to handle. Talk to me, okay?”

One of his hands glided down so his thumb could rub over the curve of her shoulder, and his heavy sigh ruffled her hair. “I will try.”

And both of them knew that was as good as they were going to get.

~~~

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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years

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Toffee: Chapter 3

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Gordon, Scott, John, Grandma, Tracy Family

Not quite such a long wait for the next instalment this time. The next chapter of my response to @gumnut-logic‘s #irrelief prompt “toffee on the couch”, and the second of my three fic offerings for Thunderbirds Day, we have a little more scheming and Scott’s tale of woe continues.

<<<Chapter 2

The explosion of expletives from his eldest brother were clearly audible even from where Gordon was floating in the pool. It didn't take a genius to surmise that Scott had just discovered the toffee on the chair, and probably by sitting on it.

As far as pranks went, it was simple but effective. No-one had been in the room when Gordon had slipped the small chunk of toffee, warmed in the microwave under his watchful eye and Grandma's carefully blind one, onto the seat just after dumping his mud-lathered uniform off in Scott's despairing arms. Barring Grandma, none of the island residents had any idea that the toffee hadn't just slipped out of Scott's pocket earlier a la the first incident style, and both Grandma and their ever-watchful Eye in the Sky were firmly on his team. It had been John that had struck a conversation up with Alan to keep him out of the way, after all.

Grandma's voice carried clearly from the kitchen as she hollered up at Scott about minding his language. There was the vague threat of washing his mouth out with soap in there, and Gordon could well imagine the look on Scott's face as he called an apology back down.

He suspected Scott was already sick of soap. The washing machine had been a stroke of genius, even if he did say so himself. A little bit of toffee in Scott's jean pockets wasn't even suspicious, not when toffee in his pocket had been the start of it all. Add in an unaware Alan proving him the perfect alibi, and there was nothing to even suggest it wasn't an accident. Still, there was revenge and there was cruelty, and even Gordon had limits. Virgil would get the machine repaired by the end of the day, as long as no more rescues cropped up, and Gordon wasn't about to keep crippling it.

Scott wouldn't be the only one getting suspicious if it kept breaking, and he had no plans to get Virgil on his back, especially as his older brother was clearly annoyed about having to fix it the first time. If he realised it was intentional rather than accidental, well, that would probably be the end of a squid. No, Gordon had to keep things fluid, unsuspicious. Neither John nor Grandma were providing ideas, but as long as they kept providing the means and alibis (when an innocent Alan didn't do the job for him), he had a week to prank with his brother with no fear of retribution.

Scott's toffee stash would last a week, easily. Even if he turned to it as comfort food. Gordon hoped he did; it would be much easier to pull off his plan if Scott continued to eat the stuff. He had John on Scott-watch for that exact reason. True to form, John hadn't told him where the stash was, but he had suggested where a really good hiding place away from younger brothers might be, and sure enough, Gordon had found a whole mountain of the stuff there.

It was a literal mountain. Gordon had no idea how Scott's teeth hadn't all rotted yet. His ached just looking at it.

Above him, it sounded as though Grandma had gone to investigate the cause of Scott's language, because she was still berating him for it. As tempting as it was to go up and see the scene with his own eyes, Gordon had been a prankster long enough to know that returning to the scene of the crime automatically made him suspicious. Content that Grandma had it all in hand, he rolled over onto his front and continued his laps.

He eventually left his beloved water at a call for dinner. Reluctantly, of course – the call had come from Grandma, and just because she was helping him prank Scott didn't mean she'd suddenly become a competent cook. Unfortunately, the pool was right by the kitchen, and with his grandmother standing just under the eaves, there was no way for him to pretend he hadn't heard the call.

At least none of his other Earthbound brothers were escaping, either. John was invariably munching on some dehydrated just-add-water feast above their heads, and not for the first time Gordon thought it thoroughly unfair that he had the better deal. Dehydrated food was not supposed to be better than good old fashioned home cooking.

Maybe that was why Dad had spent so much time in space. Gordon could hardly blame him.

None of them even dared to hazard a guess at the name of the concoction on their plates, but with Grandma seated firmly at the foot of the table and watching them all closely, they had no choice but to tentatively take their first bites before simultaneously reaching for large mugs of their preferred drink.

Alan mumbled something uncomplimentary into his juice, and Grandma sent him a sharp look. Virgil chose that moment to speak, and Gordon knew the timing wasn't coincidental.

"I've got the washing machine fixed," he said, sending Scott a glare. "Don't break it again."

"I don't plan to," Scott groaned in response, throwing back his squash to get rid of the taste from his latest mouthful. "I'd like to see something other than laundry this week."

"Speaking of the laundry," Grandma interrupted. "I want that chair spotless, young man."

"What chair?" Alan asked, fixing their eldest brother with a suspicious stare when he groaned. "Is one of the chairs dirty again?"

"Some toffee appears to have found its way onto the desk chair," Grandma explained. "Your brother found it by sitting in it." Virgil stiffened.

"If that washing machine experiences another death by toffee, I am not fixing it," he threatened. Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair. He looked tired, not that Gordon blamed him after that hell of a rescue. They were all tired from trudging through mud and then cleaning it off of Thunderbird Two once they got home.

"I'll handwash them," he promised. "I have no idea how toffee even got there."

"You mean it didn't fall out of your pocket this time?" Alan chipped in.

"I didn't have any in my pocket for it to fall out, Alan," Scott defended himself. Alan shrugged as though that wasn't a factor that needed considering.

"You had some in your pocket yesterday, maybe it fell out then?"

Gordon watched a look of uncertainty flicker across Scott's face, before his shoulders slumped.

"I guess that's possible," he admitted.

"You're quiet, Gordo," Virgil commented, and he looked at him.

"Huh?"

"Something wrong?" Toffee incident(s) forgotten, Scott was straight into smothering older brother mode. Annoying, except when it was useful. He poked at the concoction on his plate dubiously.

"I don't think I feel too good." It was hardly a lie; he loved his grandmother but he could also really do without her cooking.

"Try a few more mouthfuls, dear," the wicked witch of the kitchen said. "Some good food should help."

"I don't see that here," Alan muttered under his breath, but Gordon gave her a patented Believable Fake Smile and prodded at his plate some more, reluctantly forcing himself to eat a few more bites. She beamed at him, and he gave her a polite smile back, all too aware that his alliance with her was just as tentative as his alliance with John, and therefore relied on keeping her sweet.

Which, right now, meant consuming as much of her latest cooking disaster as he could stomach.

Scott – oldest, bravest, sacrificial lamb on behalf of his brothers – was the first to cave, begging off on a full stomach and a reminder of the jeans he now had to handwash. His plate was mostly empty, although when he'd managed to stuff that much in his mouth Gordon had no idea, and after a moment of silent contemplation on Grandma's side he was given permission to wash his plate up and leave.

Gordon loved it when his brothers made things so easy for him. He shoved the concoction on his plate around for another few minutes, occasionally taking mouthfuls, before putting his cutlery down with a groan.

"Sorry, Grandma, I don't think I'm going to eat any more." She peered at him closely before standing up and walking around the table to get to him. He wasn't expecting her to press a hand to his forehead, and jumped when she made contact.

"Well your temperature's normal," she mused, and inwardly he groaned. Please let me leave the table, Grandma! "But if you're really not up to eating, off to bed with you." Yes! Grandma you are The Best!

"Sorry," he said out loud, standing up slowly and picking his plate up. "I'll just get this cleared up-"

She whisked it out of his hands.

"I said bed, young man," she scolded. "I can do your dishes for one evening, but I'll be up to check on you once I'm done and I don't want to see you out of bed." She steered him towards the stairs and, once out of sight of his brothers, gave him a wink. He grinned back, before starting the climb to the bedrooms – and, more importantly right now – Scott's toffee stash.

Having Grandma for an ally made a real difference to pranking.

He kept up the pretence all the way to his room, just in case he met Scott. He didn't, but Gordon had long since learnt not to take that for granted. Shutting himself in his bathroom, he called John.

As predicted, the ginger was munching away on cardboard-flavoured food that Gordon would do a lot to have instead of his grandmother's cooking.

"Scott's in the laundry room," his brother told him without preamble. "Brains and MAX are in their lab, and Grandma has Virgil and Alan pinned in the kitchen." Not for the first time, Gordon was pleased Kayo was off doing agent-y things with Lady Penelope for the week. Her allegiance was harder to secure than John's, and even when he had it she was liable to tell on him to Scott or Virgil at any time. Sneaking past her was also much harder. "I'd estimate you have five minutes before any of them move from their current locations."

"Roger that," he grinned. "It'll take me two."

Scott's hiding place was brilliant in its simplicity. It was both somewhere no-one, not even Gordon, would think to look, but so easily accessible that the chances of being caught in the act of retrieving some were close enough to nil – barring John and his All-Seeing Eyeness. Unfortunately for Scott, now that John had Not-Shared it with Gordon, those same factors made it child's play to steal from.

Gordon was careful not to take too much – Scott was the sort of person to know exactly how much toffee he had, and would very quickly put two and two together if toffee kept appearing in places he didn't remember having any and he noticed it vanishing from his stash. Besides, too much and the game would be up before it even began. He took a couple of small pieces from near the back, ones with identical wrappers to many others. Scott would have to be particularly observant and calculating to notice the disappearance of those.

Prizes obtained, he found his way back to his room and connected with John again.

"Grandma's on her way up," his brother warned, and despite having Grandma as an ally, Gordon figured it would be best to throw on some pyjamas and slink into bed regardless – after depositing the toffee in his bathroom cabinet inside one of his boxes of tablets.

Empty tablet boxes that had not yet reached their expiry date made fantastic hiding places for small objects. With the prescription declaring them for the sole use of one Gordon Cooper Tracy, none of his brothers had any cause to ever touch them. Not even John knew about that hiding place. Probably. You could never be too careful with the Eye in the Sky.

"You decent, kid?" Grandma asked, knocking on the door. John flickered out of sight, and Gordon made a noise that was probably an affirmative from under the covers. She took it as such and his door hissed open. Footsteps crossed his floor, and the bed dipped near his head. He looked up to see her grinning back down at him. "As you're in bed, I assume you've done what you needed to?"

He grinned back at her.

"Yup," he admitted.

"Good, good," she said. "I must say, it's a nice change to see your brother away from that desk more. Toffee or not, he was starting to stick to it."

Gordon laughed and she ruffled his hair.

"Now get some shut eye. Your brothers will have questions if you're out and about after I sent you to bed, and with you boys' job, it's something you're all lacking anyway. If I catch you out of bed again, I'll be dragging you back in here by your ear, got it?"

"Yes, Grandma," he agreed; sleep was nice, even if he'd rather be doing a few more laps in the pool. Ah well, sometimes sacrifices needed to be made in the name of pranking.

"I'll see you later," she told him, kissing his forehead – he made a face – before leaving the room.

So, Grandma didn't want to see him out and about? Well, that was what John was for.

"Hey, John?" he called once the door was shut. His brother appeared immediately, and Gordon suspected he'd never actually left, just culled visual. "Let me know when I have another five minutes free on this floor?"

"Sure thing," his brother agreed. "What's your next plan?"

Gordon grinned at him.

"You know the story of the Princess and the Pea?"

Chapter 4>>>

#irrelief #irrelief2020 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #toffee #scott tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #grandma tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #gumnut-logic

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years

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Forever

Prompt: Stucky x reader A/B/O and dark! A/B/O

Summary: You ran away from your Alphas and they find you. (I’m a sucker for the runaway trope as well).

Words: 2500 (I make my drabbles too long!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, dub-con, SMUT!

Did you leave the stove on? No, of course not. You couldn’t remember the last thing you ate that wasn’t a microwave meal. Maybe you left a window open. The last time you opened a window was in October, when a random hot day hit. All winter you were constantly checking the locks.

A neighbor must have stopped by. Why? You glanced to your left and your right. Both houses had their lights on. You couldn’t even remember their names.

They were too busy cooking meth or yelling at each other in the yard to pay attention to your dilapidated state of affairs.

Two months in this place. It was time to move again. Find another shithole to live in. That was all, just nerves of settling in too long.

Your neck ached. You tried to stretch it as you held your key out and walked up to your house. There was a high school football game tonight and the diner was packed. You’d lifted too many heavy trays.

Once you got inside you would take off the waitress uniform and head straight for the tub. Extra salts. That would relax you.

You let your mind wander about new places to move. The slum landlord wouldn’t miss you. He obviously didn’t care about your neighbors broken beer bottles all over your lawn.

Maybe a new place would be better. You started to fantasize about what that could mean as you unlocked the door.

Crunch. You heard it as soon as you walked inside. Your hand went to the switch and you flipped on the light.

Steve was right in front of you. A pill bottle in his hand as he crushed the remainder under his boot. RUN! Instincts took over and you took a step back and turned, slamming into a hard body.

You bounced back, but didn’t hit the floor as strong arms reached out and grabbed you, holding you up.

Without looking you up knew it was Bucky, his hands digging into your arms harder than necessary. The ache in your neck started throbbing and you realized it wasn’t from the tray, it was your fading claims coming back to life with your Alphas so near.

Bucky leaned his head into your neck and inhaled. The action brought a calm to your tiring bond and you almost wanted to sink into him, apologize and have them take you home.

No. Biology wasn’t fair. This wasn’t you, this was the Omega needs. You tried to shove him away, knowing it was a pointless gesture. Bucky let out a growl and lifted his head.

There was nothing but anger in hid blue eyes as he narrowed them down on you.

“You’ve been very naughty Doll.” Bucky opened his mouth and your blood pressure spiked.

“No! Don’t!” You tried to push away, but his teeth landed in the exact same spot as his old claim and he wasted no time sinking them into your flesh.

“Ahhh!” You tried to twist away as the pain spiked followed by a strange sense of relief.

The bond had a mind of its own and was happy to be renewed. You let out a sob though. Almost a year, it barely bothered you anymore, but breaking away from them had been a painful detox and you didn’t think you could start at square one any longer.

Bucky lifted his head. There was blood on his lips and teeth as he licked them. You brought your hand to his mark and felt the wetness. He let go and you tumbled backward, but again you smacked into a hard body.

Steve wasted no time finding his own mark and renewing the bond. You whimpered this time as your body went in a different direction from your mind.

Your heart was fluttering with excitement at the reunion. There was a dampness growing between your legs too. All of the un-attended to heats over your time apart wanting answers and fulfillment.

It hadn’t taken over yet though. You were still capable of having a thought not controlled by your nature.

“Get the car.” Steve turned you around and flung you over his shoulder.

Your head hung upside down as he went and grabbed a bag on the thread bare couch. The gravity didn’t help your tears as they rolled down your forehead instead of cheeks.

“Why?” You whispered. “They were fading.”

In fact, you almost stopped worrying about this moment happening. They could’ve claimed another Omega by now and continued on without you.

“Because you’re ours.” Steve’s voice was emotionless as he flipped off the light and walked outside.

You pinched your eyes shut and pretended this wasn’t happening. But that only allowed you to pay attention to the physical response. Your claims were throbbing, but not with pain. You could feel their saliva mixing with your blood, igniting a fire that had gone dormant.

It was spreading all over your body, like a drug or a virus and soon you were going to be a complaint, whimpering mess for them. Your Alphas were aware of that fact too. Aware wasn’t the right word, welcomed it fit better.

“I hate you.” The lights from the car flashed ahead of you.

Steve let out a growl. THWACK! He smacked your ass, hard. You cried out, not expecting that response.

Instead of stopping at the back door Steve went to the trunk. Your heart flared and you tried to claw off of him.

“Relax.” Steve gripped you harder. “Thought you deserve it.”

He dropped the black bag in the trunk and slammed it shut.

“Thank you.” You cringed at your response.

“That’s better Doll.” Steve opened the back door and tossed you on the seat. He rounded to the passengers side and got in.

“You didn’t buckle her in?” Bucky looked at Steve.

It was like nothing had changed. You still weren’t even there to them. Your hand went to the handle.

“Child locks.” Steve buckled his own safety belt. “Don’t bother trying. Buckle up.”

The Omega inside you purred at the instruction, listen to your Alpha, he’ll keep you safe. But it made you sob. Still you did as you were told, silently hoping the car did crash and you had another chance at escape.

“It hurts.” You clung to the sheets as you thrashed on the bed. “I have to go back. Please, I want to go back.”

“Shhhh.” A wet cloth was pressed to your forehead. “It will pass in a day or two. You’re in the worst of it now.”

Your handler looked down at you and gave a sympathetic smile. You’d trusted her, trusted the network, but this was not what they told you would happen. You tried to lash out at her, but your wrists and ankles were bound to the bed and the older Omega was too far to bite.

“LET ME GO!” You screamed and arched your back in agony.

It was like the bond was a spirit inside of you raging at the separation. Punishing you for being away from your Alphas this long.

“I’ve been there before Y/N.” She looked unfazed. “It will get better and you’ll be free.”

She stood up and left the room as another wave of pain made hit your gut.

The cramp from your memory became real in the backseat of the car and your pressed your thighs together.

“How much longer to the room?” Steve shifted in front of you.

“I can smell her too.” Bucky hit the gas harder. “I’m going as fast as I can.”

They wanted you. They were going to have you. It made more juices pool at your core. You pinches your eyes and shook your head, not wanting your biology to take over, but your reserve was already slipping.

“Why?” You asked the question again. “You could’ve let me go, found another.”

You reached forward and grabbed the back of Steve’s seat to brace yourself as another cramp formed. The bond was spreading, they were taking over your body all over again. Putting you right back in the place you never wanted, never chose, never belonged.

“Because you’re ours.” Bucky gave the same answer Steve had.

The response did nothing to quell your fears. They called you Doll, because that’s all you were to them. But you should have been replaceable. The only reason they hunted you down was to satisfy some Alpha ego trip.

The car turned into a parking lot of a flea bag motel. This was not their style, but there was hardly a Hilton in this middle-Of-nowhere town. Bucky barely slowed down when he pulled into the parking space.

Your body was turning into an inferno, you could literally feel it spreading up your face. As soon as it reached your brain you were a goner. How long until you came down? A day? Probably more like a week.

Bucky killed the engine and both Alphas jumped out of the car. Steve opened your door and unbuckled your belt. He lifted you out of the car and carried you while Bucky pulled out the keys.

“You’ve been very naughty.” Steve glared at you. “Don’t think all is forgiven. But you need this right now.”

“I don’t want it.” You started to shake, like your soul was trying to tell you to shut up. “I don’t want…”

“But you need us.” Steve interrupted with a warning. “Do you know we felt you? What you were doing to yourself? We thought you were kidnapped.”

You looked away, feeling shame. How could you leave them? You were slipping. These feelings thoughts, they weren’t yours. They were your nature trying to take over after being denied so much the last year. You took in a breath, as if you were slipping underwater and needed one final gulp of air.

The warmth of your body became all encompassing and you wiggled against Steve. He was your protector, he was your leader, he was your Alpha.

“I’m sorry.” You reached up and touched his cheek. “Alpha, please.”

Steve seemed to relax and looked at your with approval. Bucky opened the door to the room and Steve walked you inside.

“Undress.” He set you on the bed.

Bucky was already taking off his shirt as he kicked the door closed. Memories of how sculpted the man was didn’t do him justice.

“NOW Omega.” Steve’s voice jarred you.

Your hands went to the button of your waitress uniform and you started undoing them, the clothing feeling scratchy against your hot skin.

“Working? Living in a place like that? Alone?” Bucky glared at you. “Taking suppressants?”

“I’m sorry.” You started to tear up. “Please, forgive me.”

“Buck, she’s in heat. Now’s not the time for a lecture.” Steve came behind you and yanked off the dress. “We’ll deal with the punishments when she comes down.”

You let your head lull back against Steve, so grateful he took the dress off of you. You looked up at him and puckered your lips, wanting to give him a kiss, but his jaw hardened and he shook his head making you whimper.

You didn’t deserve kisses. Bucky grabbed the rest of your uniform, drawing your attention back to him as he pulled the rest off, buttons flying everywhere.

The action made you lift your hips and Bucky did away with your panties at the same time Steve unclasped your bra. You moaned, the cool air on your skin welcoming.

Bucky dropped to his knees and kissed up your thighs. Steve grabbed your hips and lifted you up. When he lowered you his cock was at your entrance. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he split you, the empty feeling in your soul finally being answered.

“I missed you.” Steve dropped his head and started sucking at his claim.

The small affection mixed with the feel of his renewed bond made you purr. Bucky let out a growl and you looked down at him. He arrived at your center right when Steve stretched you to your fullest.

His eyes were on you while his tongue found your clit. He flicked it twice before sucking it into your mouth. You twitched and squealed.

Steve started flexing underneath you, making you slightly bob up and down his shaft while Bucky moved his head with your body, pulsing against your most sensitive bud.

You never understood how they were capable of moving like this. Bucky’s tongue swirled and Steve’s hands slid up your hips to your stomach and breasts. He started kneading and pinching, all the while giving deep pushes inside your pussy.

It was too much and too little all at the same time. You needed more, more of them. But you’d been so bad. You didn’t deserve them.

It should be you on all fours, with Steve railing into you while Bucky’s cock rammed into your throat. It should be brutal, they should use you however they liked for what you’d put them through. But here you were, the center of their world.

“We’ll do that position too Doll.” Steve’s voice carried a smile.

It warmed your core.

“Am I speaking out loud?” Your head fell back against Steve.

“Tell us how this feels.” Steve pinched down on your nipples making you jerk and moan. “Tell us Omega.”

“Like I don’t deserve you.” You ran your hands through Bucky’s hair.

He responded by pressing his tongue harder against your clit and humming.

“Ehh!” You formed fists against his locks, needing something to grab on to.

“Keep going.” Steve flexed harder, filling you almost to the point of pain.

“Like I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you, if you let me.” You wanted to please them, needed to please them. “Like I’m your Omega. Always.”

The admission brought a pulse to your bond and you were rewarded with a growing coil in your stomach.

“Like I should have never left. Like my place is with you. Like I should listen to everything you say. Like I belong to you.” The coil tightened.

Bucky growled in approval, sending another vibration to your clit. Steve started flexing faster, giving the friction you needed.

“Forever.” You moved your hips at little as you could.

Then you felt Steve’s teeth sink deeper into his claim. It brought a pain, but the sensation was enough you fell over the edge, screaming and panting.

You saw stars as your toes curled. The heat flushed away, replaced with a cooling sensation. Sweat broke out over your entire body.

“Fuck you taste better than I remembered.” Bucky’s mouth left your clit.

You moaned at his absence, but Steve dropped one of his hands and pressed down in Bucky’s tongue’s place. Then he lifted you up in the air and spun around.

Bucky climbed on the bed and you found yourself on all fours. You opened your mouth and relaxed your jaw as his cock pressed passed your lips. Steve rubbed circles on your pearl while he started ramming in from behind.

This was perfect. This was where you belonged.

“Forever.”

#stucky x reader #steve x reader #bucky x reader #a/b/o dynamics #bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #marvel fanfic #Omega!reader

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: dark as night; jon moxley

Notes:

This one.. this was sent to my main by @rampagewriting and I enjoyed writing every second of it. It fits into the roommates version of events that I had planned out for Mox and Jane, so I kinda rolled with it.

Summary:

Jane is stuck at home in bad weather. A drunk Mox arrives home early. Misunderstandings are had and things are revealed.

Pairing:

Jon Moxley x OFC, Jane - from my various universes with these two in them.

Warning:

alcohol tw, fluff, mentions of a storm, suspense.

The thunder had her jumping and a split second away from shrieking. Jane had never particularly liked storms. And this one had been brewing for hours now, getting nastier and nastier with each one that passed.

She found herself eyeing the time on the microwave and then almost reaching for her cell phone.. Mox was 2 hours away, doing a show at some little armory tonight. He’d be driving back in the worst of the shit -more than likely drunk off his ass, and that worried her.

← Be careful on your way back. This storm is getting worse by the minute.

←(Draft) I know it’s not my business but like.. I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t drink an entire bar like you usually do if you wind up having to drive back tonight.. Again, not my business I just… I don’t want anything to happen to you..

She eyed the text in the box and sighed, erasing everything but the part where she told him to be careful on his way back. Any more than that and if he was in a mood, he’d probably think she was bitching at him or something and she really didn’t have a cause or claim to even say anything.

Sure, they were old friends, but they were only just reconnecting and slowly starting to get a little bit close again like they used to be as kids… She wasn’t his girlfriend or family, so she had no right to suggest or ask him not to do something.

She hesitated for a good five seconds over even sending one of the texts. Would he feel like she was nagging or invading his personal space? She didn’t want to come off that way.

Sending only the first text she’d written, Jane put her phone down on the counter, and almost immediately, thunder struck hard enough that the floor beneath her feet rattled. “Damn it.”

She’d always hated storms. She hated them even worse now if she were to be perfectly honest with herself. Especially tonight, this storm.

Knowing Mox was out in this tonight had her just a shade more tense than she’d normally be. Knowing he’d probably drink while driving back in this tonight did not help at all. Taking a few deep breaths, Jane worked on settling herself down.

Mox’s actions were out of her control; even if sometimes the shit he did worried her and made her want to tell him to knock it the fuck off because every time something happened to him it scared her a little bit. He was who he was and she loved him exactly the way he was.

The thought was a sobering one and it was enough to stop her mid rummage through the pantry for something quick to eat for herself.

“Fuck.. I’m in love with him..”

The lights flickered a little and Jane’s breath caught for a split second. When she banged her side into the counter in their cramped kitchen, she swore and winced, lifting her shirt to look down at her side.

“Yep, that’s probably gonna leave a mark.”

“Hey Mox, your fucking phone is going batshit. Take it.” almost as soon as Mox walked through the hallway and stepped into the little room that the other wrestlers were milling around in, waiting to go out for their matches, one of the valets shoved his phone at him and Mox stared at it a few seconds, caught up in the picture he’d chosen for his wallpaper.

It was a picture of Jane, an old friend and currently, his room mate. … and idiot, ya fallin for her all over again… his brain reminded him.

He unlocked the phone and saw that she’d texted him. Glancing around to make sure no one saw him and got nosy as all fuck, Mox texted her back.

→Be careful on your way back. This storm is getting worse by the minute.

She’d sent the text about thirty minutes ago, during his first match of the night. He felt bad about leaving it on read, so after a second or two, he answered back.

← I make no promises. Stay put tonight, yeah?

Rather than send it straight away, he spent a minute or two agonizing over and changing the text countless times, finally re entering the first thing he’d thought to type. It was safe. Safer than what he considered putting, which was something along the lines of telling her if it got too bad she could call him.. That he’d actually like it if she did.

Because only a boyfriend got that right and the way Mox saw it, he might not ever be a good enough candidate to call himself that where Jane was concerned.

“Hey man, you wanna grab a few drinks before we head back?”

“Nah. I think I’m just gonna go back, Callihan.” Mox’s turning down drinks prompted Sami to study his friend with a curious gleam in his eyes as he rubbed his chin.

He burst into laughter as soon as he really thought about it and realized exactly why Mox was turning down drinks and clapping his hand down upon Mox’s injured shoulder -which prompted Mox to swear for about a minute and a through gritted teeth, he told Mox, “Finally. I thought I wasn’t ever gonna see th’ day Jon Moxley met a girl capable of tamin his wild ass.. Is it that cute little teacher ya got livin at your place now? Jane, that’s her name, right?”

“Shut the fuck up, Callihan, it ain’t like that. Just tired, damn.”

“And grumpy. That definitely tells me it’s exactly like that by the way.” Sami was having a field day with it and when Mox shoved the keys at him, he took them and went quiet.

He could tell it already had the bastard up in arms enough already. No sense in making Mox mean for the duration of the two hour drive they had ahead of them. “I’m gonna stop for a case.”

“Whatever man, I’m just fuckin ready to go.”

The storm raged on outside and Jane realized that her relaxing soak in the tub was not an option. She’d just stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself when the whole apartment went pitch black.

“Fuck my life.”

Jane had never liked the dark, not at all.

Rather than get dressed, Jane stumbled around the little apartment in the dark digging around for candles, flashlights, anything to help get just a little light into the place.

Naturally, Mox was not the kind of guy who kept candles.

Or flashlights, apparently.

“I am.. Buying that man a Mag Lite, I swear to God.” Jane managed to bang her shin into the couch and she was in the midst of hopping around on one foot after stubbing her toe a second time when she heard the door knob to their apartment rattling.

She swallowed hard, glancing in it’s general direction.

… i swear to God, it better not be someone breaking in… only my luck…

Her phone was almost dead and she’d left it in the bathroom, sitting on the counter. If she started using it for a flashlight, she wouldn’t have any battery left if say Mox wound up in a bar fight or an accident or something else of that nature.

… you don’t even know he’d call you anyway…

… but still, if something happens, you’d want to know.. Better to save the battery and put on those big girl panties than to run the damn phone down using it as a flashlight…

The doorknob was still rattling and Jane didn’t think, she just stepped into the hallway leading back to the bedrooms and bathroom, flattening herself against the wall, her hand finding the handle of a bat Mox kept lying around.

Just as the door burst open and whoever had been swearing under their breath outside in the hall stepped in, lightning lit up the sky just enough to show that the person was wearing a bloodstained tee shirt and holding something in their right hand.

The intruder took a step forward, Jane took a step back and raised the bat slightly. “You… better stay back..”

Mox chuckled and reached for her when the next clap of thunder had her screaming and that only freaked her out more, making her step further out of his reach. It didn’t occur to him that thanks to a blood stained tee shirt, she probably had all sorts of scary thoughts running through her head right now on top of an already present overwhelming fear of any sort of bad weather and the dark.

“Ain’t g-gonna hurt ya.” the intruder raised his hands, waving them almost defensively.

“Yeah, right.. Bet you said that to whoever’s blood is all over your shirt too. If you’re smart you’ll get the fuck outta here now because..” Jane hesitated a second, raising her bat, stepping away more when the intruder stepped a little closer and raised an arm.

Her back hit the wall at the end of the hallway and she gulped. She only had another step and she’d be in the bathroom but the way the intruder was pressing in against her was kind of trapping her between his body and the door her back was against.

“Because why?”

“My boyfriend.. He’s sleepin and if I scream, he’s gonna wake up and when that happens.. You’re as good as fucked.”

Mox raised a brow, almost snickering but resisting the urge. Having had about a third of the bottle of whiskey in his hand right now, it was more amusing to him than anything and he really wasn’t thinking about what Jane might be afraid was happening right now, otherwise, he wouldn’t have done it.

“Go on and laugh. But when Mox is beating the shit out of you you won’t be.”

Now that.. That was more than enough to sober Jon Moxley right up. And yeah, leave him temporarily speechless. But only temporarily. That cocky side took over and he smirked to himself in the darkness. “Wouldn’t want that, would I?”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Jane was about to step into the bathroom. Her phone was in there. If she could just get to it, she could call Mox and alert him, warn him what was happening so maybe he’d avoid it.

… or alternately, he’ll come rushing into your rescue.. Because that’s what you fantasize about, right?… her mind nagged at her, but fight or flight was kicking in and Jane had to act soon. If not whatever happened to the person whose blood was spattered all over the intruder’s shirt would happen to her.

And given the sheer volume, Jane wasn’t really fond of the idea of an almost certain death.

She raised the bat and his hand found her wrist, lowering it, prying her fingers from around the handle. Jane screamed and screamed as if her life depended on it and the intruder was laughing. “This isn’t..” Jane was pushing back against the door covertly and hoping that just this once it would fly open for her, letting out a ragged breath when it actually did, “Fucking funny. And it definitely won’t be just as soon as…” she stepped into the bathroom, slamming the door between herself and the intruder, sitting with her back wedged right up against it after hurrying to grab her phone off the countertop.

The door knob rattled and rattled and she could feel the door being pushed on from the other side.

← Mox

← so someone broke in I think… look, make the block or something instead of coming straight here. I’ll call 911 but… I just..

← I don’t want anything happening to you, alright?

Outside the bathroom door, the muffled sound of the factory ringer for Jon’s cell phone started to play and Mox scratched the back of his head, the glow of the screen lighting up the darkness.

He eyed the bathroom door and called through it, “If ya just open the fuckin door..”

“I’m calling the cops. When my boyfriend and the cops get through with your ass..” Jane started, but then the sound of Mox’s ringtone… In the apartment..

Jane bit her lip and eyed the door.

She did a quick check of her battery power and the time and raised a brow. The show still had another hour to go because Jane just didn’t seen Jon Moxley getting eliminated, not as good as he was or as well as he knew the ring, himself and his opponent. “What the..” she trailed off, hesitating when she heard it again.

Outside the bathroom door, Mox’s eyes darted over the texts she’d sent and he glanced up from his phone to look at the door, trying to wrap his head around the fact that Jane essentially sent him a text.. Warning him away from danger.

← Mox

← so someone broke in I think… look, make the block or something instead of coming straight here. I’ll call 911 but… I just..

← I don’t want anything happening to you, alright?

… the fuck was she gonna do for herself? Hope t’ fuck nothin happened or nobody kicked in the door?… she knows the cops don’t give two shits about what goes down on this side of town…

Hearing Jon’s cell phone going off in the apartment made Jane bolder. “You’re in deep shit now.”

She noticed it then, the door handle wasn’t rattling and the intruder wasn’t pushing at the door to try and get into the room with her.

She held her breath, waited for about a minute and rose to her feet.

Just to be safe, she picked up the glass vase her makeup brushes sat in. It might not do a whole lot in the way of damage to someone intending to do her harm but… It would give her time to run.

“This shit.. This is why girls like me die in horror movies.” she muttered mostly to herself just before flinging the door open. Just as the door swung open, the lights came on and Jane was greeted by the sight of Mox standing against the wall, staring at the screen of his cell phone with a far away and thoughtful look in his eyes.

“J-jon?”

Mox’s head snapped up and he bit back the urge to make a suggestive comment at the fact that she was apparently wandering around their apartment in one of the smaller bath towels.. Her hair still damp from a shower she’d probably taken just before he got in and the power went out.

… c’mon goddamn, work brain, work mouth.. Anythin?…

“ So I’m ya boyfriend now?”

“I..” it hit her then that Mox had been the intruder the entire time and she doubled over, laughing so hard that she actually snorted a time or two. “It was you?”

Mox knew her like the back of her hand. He knew her well enough to know that the laughter was her, deflecting. He stepped closer, a hand resting at her side, squeezing her hip. He cupped her jaw with the other hand, guiding her eyes up to meet his. “It’s kinda funny yeah, but.. Ya ain’t answered my question yet, doll… I’m ya boyfriend now, hmm?”

Jane’s laughter died away and she gulped, staring at his eyes, then his lips. Her mouth opened and closed a time or two but no words were coming. Nothing.

“I…”

“C’mon doll.. Don’t avoid my question. I mean..” he took a calculated risk and stepped closer to her, his hips against hers as he did it and he leaned down slightly, his mouth hovering just above her own. He licked his lips and muttered quietly, “Ya texted me before ya even thought about the cops, woman.. To warn me away.. Makes me think if ya didn’t feel somethin..” and he went quiet, not wanting to say too much.

There was a slim chance that he was too caught up in the moment, being too cocky and totally misreading the situation and the signs as they presented themselves to him now with shocking clarity.

Jane sighed and bit her lip, her heart beating so fast she thought it’d explode at any second. She’d pretty much given herself away.

Might as well come clean, get the whole awkward rejection part over with.

“Oh I do. More than you know.”

Her words shocked him and the shock registered quite visibly on his face. But in a split second, that shocked widening of his eyes was gone and in it’s place he was super focused, staring intently at her mouth as the hand on her hip crept down and squeezed a hand full of her ass through the towel when he hauled her completely against him. “How long, hmm?”

“How long what?”

“How long ya felt… whatever ya feel?”

“The honest answer?”

“Yeah.”

“Started when we were thirteen.. Then kinda… intensified when I answered your roommate ad a few months ago.” Jane dared to inch her lips closer to his. Her fingers went to his hair and the hem of his shirt as she grimaced at the blood spatter on the front.

In the light it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought.

Mox took the hint and tugged his shirt over his head, muttering an apology before sliding her up his body and pressing her back against the wall. The second her mouth met his and her teeth sank into his lower lip he growled and started to kiss back; harder and deeper, his hands and fingers all over her, digging itno her hip at one point and earning him a hiss.

“Bumped into the damn counter in the dark a little while ago.” she explained it quickly, a quiet giggle.

“Shit.. Sorry.” he deepened the kiss even more and then mumbled against her mouth, “If being ya boyfriend ends up with gettin kissed like this.. Or you greetin me in a towel when I come home.. Don’t think I mind it at all, darlin.”

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luna

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pairing: kim namjoon x reader genre: fluff, college au warnings: brief mentions of drinking/intoxication, joon is frustrated with his friends but loves them nonetheless hehe, controversial (?) mcu opinions lmao word count: 1,755 summary: namjoon comes over for the first time and introduces you to the life of a plant parent a/n: somehow managed to write something during thanksgiving break (and in general) so i’m very proud of myself. hope y’all enjoy :)

The message typed out on your phone is deleted for the 8th time that night, your mind going in a million different directions as you mentally berate yourself for overthinking such a simple task. It’s just a text, you scold yourself, your thumbs stopping each time they’re less than a centimeter away from your phone. All you’re doing is asking him to hang out, it’s not that big of a deal. But your brain seems to be the only part of your body that thinks that because your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest, your hands are clammy, and a certain blond’s smile seems to be burned into the backs of your eyelids. Before you begin to question yourself again, you type out a simple text.

you [6:49pm]: hey, are you doing anything tonight??

You press send and fling your phone to the other side of the couch, turning on Netflix in the hopes that you’ll be able to distract yourself for a few minutes. But before you can even think about what show to watch, your phone dings from across the couch. With your heart racing once more, you read Namjoon’s reply.

joon 🌙 [6:51pm]: not really, are you?

You can’t help the wide grin that suddenly appears on your face, thanking the stars above that he made this so much easier for you. With your heart beating at a semi-normal pace now, you type out another text.

you [6:52pm]: no plans whatsoever… wanna come over? i was thinking of having a marvel movie night and ordering chinese food :)

joon 🌙 [6:52pm]: ma’am you know the way to my heart. what apartment complex do you live in?? i just need to get dressed and i’ll be on my way!!

You send Namjoon the address of your building and your apartment number, jumping off the couch right after to start cleaning up. It’s a good thing Sooyoung went home for the weekend, otherwise she’d be making fun of me for freaking out this entire time, you think to yourself as you grab your cup and plate from earlier today and dump them into the sink. You wash all of the dishes in the sink and clean up the kitchen before moving to the living room to rearrange the pillows and blankets. Once that’s all done, you quickly run to your room to change into some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, and you just put the popcorn into the microwave when you hear a knock at your door.

You open the door to reveal a very comfortable-looking Namjoon; a grey knit sweater emphasizes the broadness of his chest and shoulders while black joggers show off just how long his legs really are. “Hi,” you breathe out after realizing that you were staring at him for a little bit too long. “Sorry, come in.” You move aside to allow him inside, the scent of his cologne permeating your senses as he walks into your living room.

“Nice place,” Namjoon comments after he takes off his shoes and sets them to the side. “Very… you.” You laugh at that, reminded of your similar statement about his apartment just 2 weeks ago. “Oh, I have a surprise for you!” he exclaims, revealing a tiny succulent that he kept hidden behind his back. “Your very first plant!”

Your fingers brush against his when you go to take the plant from him, your eyes wide as you turn it this way and that to get a good look. “It’s so… cute,” you chuckle as you stroke it gently, not noticing Namjoon softly staring at you as you look at the plant. “What should I name it?” You place the plant in the center of your coffee table and pat the spot on the couch next to you, immediately feeling Namjoon’s warmth as he sits beside you.

“W-Well it’s called a jade plant, so what about Jade?” Namjoon suggests. You wrinkle your nose at that and the boy beside you laughs, the noise sounding like music to your ears. “A little too basic then, sorry.” He hums as he tries to remember more things he knows about this plant, looking around your living room for inspiration. “They’re also low light plants, so maybe something that has to do with that?”

“What about Luna?” you ask, smile widening when Namjoon nods eagerly. “Okay, Luna it is then. Should we put a movie on now?”

Halfway through the second movie, the two of you aren’t even paying attention to the screen, your Chinese food growing cold as you tilt your head back in laughter. “You did not just say that Iron Man is the best superhero in the Marvel universe.”

“And what if I did?” Namjoon challenges you, his arms crossing over his chest and his eyes narrowing as you try to stop yourself from laughing. Here he thought you’re the girl of his dreams but of course you had to go and ruin it by saying that.

“He doesn’t even have a superpower!” you argue. “His powers come from the suit, so he’s just really smart. There are a lot of really smart people in the Marvel universe, anyone could have done that!” You smirk at him while he splutters in front of you, hand on his chest from how offended he is. “And before you ask: yes, Captain America is one of my favorite superheroes but no, I do not take his side for Civil War.”

Namjoon silently stares at you, mulling over your words as he tries to think of a counterargument but coming up with nothing. “Why do I feel like you’ve had this argument before?” he asks before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He picks up another piece and makes a throwing motion at you, clapping seconds later when you successfully catch it in your mouth.

You throw your hands up in victory as you chew, humming a yes to answer his question before speaking. “I’ve fought my friend Jungkook about this so many times, it’s ridiculous. I swear, he tries to convince me that my favorite superhero is Iron Man at least once a month. But I remain loyal to Spider-Man.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen at that, jaw dropping in shock before exclaiming, “Your favorite superhero is Spider-Man? And you have the audacity to say that Iron Man isn’t the best superhero?” He shakes his head at you as he rubs his thumb over the rim of the bowl, acting overdramatic for emphasis. “Peter would be really disappointed in you. He idolizes Tony! Tony raised him on his back!”

“Joon, we are not having this argument again, I swear to-” you begin protesting, but are cut off by a loud ringing from his phone. The both of you jump at the noise, Namjoon scrambling to answer it just to stop it from ringing.

“H-Hello?” he answers breathily, eyes darting from side to side as he listens to the, from what you can hear, incoherent yelling with music in the background. “Are you serious? Right now?” What sounds like at least two other voices yell at him, causing the blonde to draw his phone away from his ear with a wince before rolling his eyes. “Okay, yes, you stupid alcoholics, I’ll be there soon.” He hangs up and lets out a loud groan, flopping against the back of the couch as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Everything okay?” you ask with a laugh as you begin to gather all of the wrappers in a pile on the coffee table.

He merely stares at you for a few seconds before letting out another sigh, his phone beginning to ding with multiple text messages just as he’s about to explain. He turns off the ringer in annoyance before giving you the cutest pout you’ve ever seen on a man. “My friends went out tonight a-and were supposed to stay at Jin’s place because it’s close to the bar but Jin left his keys in his apartment. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem since he’s with Yoongi and Hobi, except they left their keys in his apartment too! So now I have to go back home early to let them all stay at my apartment because they’re all drunk as hell and I’m a good friend and because I have the spare key to Jin’s place.”

You slowly nod at his explanation, patting his knee reassuringly as you try not to laugh too much. “Your friends sure do sound like a handful. But they sound like they really need you.”

“Unfortunately,” Namjoon tacks on drily, making the both of you laugh. You throw out the garbage that the two of you made as he gathers his things, his eyes following you as you meet him at the door. “Thank you for having me, I-I had a lot of fun tonight.”

You beam at his words, the butterflies in your stomach making it feel like it’s turning inside out. “I did too. Can I just- Can I ask you something?” Namjoon hums out a yes and before you can back out, you blurt out, “You told me when I texted you earlier that you didn’t have any plans tonight. But… your friends went out to the bar. Did you…” You trail off the end of your sentence, too embarrassed to say, “Did you ditch them to hang out with me?” out loud.

Namjoon looks down at the floor as his cheeks blush bright red, his eyes shining brightly as he gives you a shy smile. “Watching Marvel movies and eating Chinese food with you sounded a lot better than spending another Friday night at the bar that my friends and I always go to,” he explains softly to answer your unspoken question. “Thanks again.” He opens the door and all you can do is smile as he leaves, leaning against the door frame to watch him walk all the way to the elevator.

“Same time next Friday?” you call out, surprising yourself at how bold you’ve been tonight. You feel your face flush when Namjoon suddenly turns around at the sound of your voice, his teeth perfectly on display as he grins at you from the other side of the corridor.

“Same time next Friday,” he agrees. “See you in class! And take care of Luna!” He waves goodbye to you just as the elevator doors shut, leaving you with a warm feeling in your stomach and a smile still on your face.

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statistically-unlikely-monster · 4 years

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Secrets No More

Chapter 2: Excuses and False Identities

This chapter is considerably longer than the first one. Also, this has a bit more focus on Edd than in the first chapter. I’m thinking about keeping that alternating focus so each character can have some spotlight, but nothing set in stone for that yet. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Tom and Matt vegged out for most of the day, watching cheesy shows on the couch and using commercials to hurry up and do chores for Edd. Ringo curled up on Tom’s lap, purring happily as Tom stroked the cat’s head.

“So, is there something going on with you?” Matt asked out of nowhere. He had his head tilted like a confused dog, bangs falling awkwardly in his face.

“Um...no? Why?” Tom lied. If it were anything else he would have dropped a hint, but this wasn’t something you could just dump on a friend and walk away from. Especially since Matt and his big fat mouth would blab to the whole town about it.

“Well, you’ve been acting really weird anymore, especially after dark.” Matt explained, fumbling with his hands as he spoke, “You leave in the middle of the night all the time. I tried asking what you were doing and you growled at me,” He held up his hands like claws, “Like an actual animal growl.”

Tom’s heart sank. He didn’t remember doing any of that stuff, but if Matt was telling the truth, he saw Tom at least mid transformation, “I- uh… I don’t remember doing that.”

“That’s not all. There’s this weird purple light that follows you around. I don’t know what it is, but almost looks like that uh,” Matt wiggled his fingers, “That squiggly thing fire light does.”

“That’s crazy.” Tom dismissed, trying to hold a straight face.

“Hang on, I bet I know what this is,” Matt interrupted him, rubbing his chin like the detectives he seen on TV, “Growling, lights, and leaving at night can only mean one thing,” He dramatically pointed at Tom, “You’ve been going to midnight furry conventions, haven’t you?”

Tom sat there in complete silence for a few seconds. His brain stalled on what Matt just said, and once it finally went through, he tried to fight back his smile, “Pfft! What made you think that?”

“Elementary, my dear Tom.” Matt replied, throwing on a full Sherlock persona. He got up and paced about the room as he explained his deduction, “Clearly you would be embarrassed of being a furry, so you only go late at night. The growling is you practicing for acting like an animal. The glowing is some kind of fancy rave light that you’re bringing to the convention.” Matt jabbed Tom’s chest with one finger. His face had a cocky smile that told Tom that Matt was being 100% serious, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Tom forced down a laugh. His whole face was bright red and a huge grin went from ear to ear, “Oh yeah, you caught me,” He answered sarcastically, “Snnrk- You figured out my secret.” The dam finally broke, letting out a wave of laughter from Tom.

Edd happened to walk in just in time to watch Tom bust his gut, “What did I miss?”

Matt proudly pointed at Tom and announced, “I figured out why he’s been acting so weird. He’s a furry!”

Tom tried to stifle his laughter, tears pooling in the corners of his “eyes”.

“Glad you finally came out about it,” Edd joked, stopping to pet Ringo before stepping past him to drop off some bags in the kitchen, “Anyways, I got some stuff for tonight. I was thinking pizza and crisps.”

“Sounds good to me!” Matt replied, grabbing up the TV remote, I’ll try and find something to watch. He flipped through the different channels, eventually stopping at the news, “Whoa, hey Edd, check this out!”

On the screen was policemen gathering around a huge scene. Taped off was a smashed gazebo, a large portion of the park, and a neighboring house that had been burned down. Tom immediately recognized it as the place where he woke up, but he didn’t remember the house.

“Whoa,” Edd gasped, leaning over the couch, “Looks like something big went through there.”

“Yeah, it burned down a house,” Matt nodded, suddenly turning to face Edd, “Ooh! What if it was a dragon?! How cool would that be?!”

Edd shrugged, “Could be. Weirder stuff has happened before.”

The announcer came on screen and started giving updates, “It’s still unknown who or what caused the damage on the scene. Police plan to bring detectives to investigate later today.”

Edd looked over at Tom, immediately noticing his face had paled, “Tom, are you okay? You didn’t get sick, did you?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine.” Tom lied, tugging nervously on the neck of his hoodie, “I-I’m great. Never better.” He looked down and his heart skipped a beat. His fingernail had sharpened to a point, and started turning a deep shade of purple, “You know what, I’m actually not feeling that great. I’ll just go sleep it off.” He excused himself, hurriedly marching up the stairs to his room and locking the door shut behind him.

“...That was weird.” Matt commented before turning back to the TV screen, “ He seemed okay to me.” He changed the channel to Professor Why and patted the couch next to him for Edd to sit.

Edd sat down, but continued to stare at the steps, confused as to what the heck was going on with Tom.

The two of them watched TV until the sun started setting. The whole time, neither of them heard a peep from Tom. Matt didn’t seem to notice, but then again Matt had a hard time picking up on social cues, so to him all was normal. Edd on the other hand could just feel something was up. A motherly sixth sense if you will.

“I’m going to go check on Tom,” Edd said, getting up from the couch, “Can you go start dinner? Just follow the directions on the box.”

Matt gave him a playful salute before heading to the kitchen. Edd crept up the stairs. Immediately, he felt his brain kick into fight or flight mode. The unease lingered at the landing like a fog. The source being Tom’s door. Despite this, Edd came up to the bedroom door and gave it a light knock, “Hey Tom? You good buddy?”

Someone on the other side of the door gasped and fell silent. There was some thumping around within. Curiosity taking over, Edd pressed his ear against the wood. Heavy footsteps paced about the room methodically.

Finally, he heard Tom respond, “Y-Yeah, I’m good.” His voice sounded deeper and scratchier than before. Edd couldn’t help but wonder if he ate a bunch of gravel or something, “I think I got a cold though,” Tom added with a cough.

“Do you need anything?” Edd asked, fighting back the urge to peep in through the crack in the door. As much as he wanted to figure out what was going on, he had the overhanging sense of dread that he wasn’t going to like what he saw.

“N-No. I’m just going to go to bed early. Goodnight.” Tom replied, his voice snapping back to normal mid sentence.

Edd backed away, “Well, goodnight then.” He hurried up and went back down the stairs, almost running face first into the plate of pizza in Matt’s hands.

“Where’s the fire?” Matt joked, flopping back down on the couch, “I mean, besides the oven that is.”

Edd’s heart jumped, racing around the corner to check the kitchen. No sign of fire anywhere.

Matt laughed from the living room, “Got you!” he shook his head with a doofy smile, “Yeah, couldn’t find how to turn on the oven so I just microwaved a few slices.” As he stuffed his slightly cold pizza into his mouth he muttered, “Where’s Tom?”

Edd shrugged, grabbing his plate and promptly stuffing it back into the microwave, “Sick...I think.” He muttered the last part.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Edd cleaned up the counter and did some dishes, biding his time until Matt went to bed. He had everything he needed ready and at the door.

“Night Edd, I’m going to bed,” Matt yawned, shutting off the TV and stumbling up the stairs, “Heh, that rhymed.”

“Okay, goodnight,” Edd called back. He paused, waiting until the footsteps upstairs went silent. Quietly, he slipped on his old Coca Cola backpack and crept out the door, locking it up behind him. Stowing his keys in his pocket, he walked in the darkness, not letting his gaze wander from the sidewalk. He stopped at an alleyway. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he went in and dumped out the contents of his bookbag: a green mask from a superhero costume, some green basketball shorts, a green magician’s cape, black tights, green canvas shoes, yellow dish gloves, and an old gray shirt he painted a lighting bolt logo onto.

Struggling to change in the darkness, he shoved his old clothes back into his bag and hid it behind the dumpster, “Alright, big park was it?” He talked to himself, kicking off the ground and slowly rising up. He could see the police lights from where he hovered over the buildings, “That should be it.”

Luckily for Edd, not all his powers disappeared after the whole radioactive TV dish incident. Sure, he wasn’t as strong as before, but he still made for a decent superhero. For the sake of his friends however, he played it off as all his powers had disappeared. Matt had a big mouth and would blab about his secret identity to anyone who asked, meaning villains could easily find him. Tom wasn’t much of a problem as long as he wasn’t drunk, but 99% of the time he was. So, he kept his lives separate. By day he was Edd, and by night he was Poweredd.

"What seems to be the problem here officers?" Poweredd asked, touching down in just behind the roped off area.

The chief turned around and sighed with relief, "Oh good, it's you. We can use all the help we can get with this one." He lifted up the tape for Poweredd to walk under.

The scene was full of police and detectives milling about the rubble and wreckage. Red and blue lights amid the darkness gave off an eerie feeling to the area.

"What happened here?" Poweredd asked, walking up to a nearby tree that had been ripped up by the root. The wood was carved in by large gashes that almost resembled claw marks. Sap oozed from the center and dribbled down into the grass.

The police chief shrugged, "That's what we're trying to figure out. In all my years, I never seen anything like this."

Poweredd wandered about the scene, mentally taking note of every detail. Large claw marks everywhere, trees uprooted, park buildings smashed, and a whole home burned down. He mumbled to himself, "Maybe Matt was onto something with the dragon?"

Suddenly, something caught his eye. A chunk of deep purple fur wedged underneath some rubble. Poweredd snatched it up and looked it over. The color seemed oddly familiar, but from where he couldn't tell. He mentally went through his memories, trying to find where he saw something dark purple. It was just on the tip of his tongue.

"Find something?" A detective asked, coming up to him.

Poweredd whipped around, sneakily stuffing the fur into his pocket, "Oh, uh nothing yet." He gave his best smile before going back to what he was doing. Purple fur. He had seen it before. But where?

#eddsworld #ew edd #ew tom #ew matt #ew poweredd #ew monster tom #eddsworld fanfic #secrets no more chapter 2

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tropicalsuki · 5 years

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Ugly Needs (pt. 2) - Billy Hargrove x Hopper!reader

I got over 15 requests for part two, so here we are! Thank you so so much for all the love!

original request: “One where the reader is Hopper’s daughter and dating Billy, and he starts getting abusive? Like maybe it starts with her coming home and him and El notice the bruise/s but she lies and then EI, and Max and the rest of the gang figure it out and try to help her bc she’s in denial bc she loves him. I was just thinking some girl power and maybe some protective Hopper haha” - anon

warnings: fem pronouns, language, discussion of abuse, bad coping strategies, underage drinking, making out

word count: 3,112

A/N: back for part two!!! There’s gonna be more overprotective Hop and bonding between the reader and El in this part. Hope you all love it!

PART ONE

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You fell asleep curled up on the couch in your dad’s arms.

And when you woke up, he was gone. El was sitting on the chair across from you, watching you sleep.

“Where’s Dad?” you asked groggily, sitting up. You looked around to see Max asleep on the floor by your side.

“Billy,” El answered simply,

“Why would he be at Billy’s?” you were confused for a brief moment before the events of last night all came back to you like a tidal wave, and you were immediately wide awake, “What? No, I told him not to hurt Billy. I told him no!”

“But he deserves it.” El frowned.

“No, you don’t understand... it’ll only make things worse!”

Your panicked voice woke up Max and she sat up, yawning, “what’s worse?”

You ignored her and started towards the front door but El turned the locks as soon as you grabbed the handle.

“El-” you started but she shook her head, “Hop said you stay home.”

“Fuck what Hop says!” you said angrily and yanked on the door but it was no use. You pressed your back against the door and sunk to the floor, burying your head in your hands. You felt lightheaded and scared; scared of what Billy might do when you see him next; scared of moving forward without him.

Max glanced over at El before going and sitting next to you, taking a deep breath before speaking, “I know what it’s like. I've lived with Billy for a long time, and I know what it’s like. But once I found help, and new people to surround myself with, things got better. You’re not alone.”

You slowly lifted your head and looked at her, “but I am alone. It’s different. He... he’s done different things to me. And I don’t know how I can separate myself from him after that... I don’t know if I want to.”

“I’m trying to understand why you don’t hate him, but I just can’t!” Max huffed.

“I don’t know how to explain it. He’s just been such a big part of my life for the past year and I really do believe he’s struggling with something. He needs me, and I love him,” you tried to explain.

“But does he love you?” El asked from across the room.

You had to think about that. Billy said he loved you, but now you weren’t sure he really meant it, “I don’t know.”

“If it’s not too soon to talk about it, when did this all start? The hitting?” Max prodded gently

You let out a shaky breath, “It didn’t start with hitting. About two months ago he stopped taking no for an answer and would pester me until I gave in to what he wanted... but then it turned into him getting angry over every little thing I did wrong. I was on eggshells around him.”

Max didn’t know what else to say, so she just hugged you, her thin arms wrapped around your shoulders. You leaned into it, needing the girl’s comfort. You knew Max was the only one of the group who had any idea what you were going through.

You heard a car pull up outside and you sighed. “I don’t want to talk to him right now. Tell him I’m asleep,” You stood up and started towards your room, shutting the door behind you just as the front door opened.

Hopper walked inside and looked at Max and El before going over to the sink and washing some blood off his hands.

“How bad did you hurt him?” Max asked, a frown of her face.

“Just enough to get the point across... where’s Y/n?” Hopper responded, grabbing the dish towel and drying off his hands.

“Asleep,” El said.

Hopper just nodded, “good she needs it.”

You stayed in your room for the rest of the day, listening to music and barely leaving your bed.

It was the same routine the next day, but Hopper didn’t press you, knowing you needed to work some things through. He came in the evening and knocked lightly on the door, “hey, kiddo?”

“Yeah?” you called, your voice muffled by the blanket.

Hopper poked his head in with a worried expression, “your sister is at Mike’s house with her friends, and I just got a call I need to go handle. Are you ok to be by yourself?”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured, sitting up in your bed.

Your dad nodded, “OK. Dinner is in the microwave; I’ll be home in an hour.”

You watched as he disappeared from your doorway and waited for the sound of the front door shutting before you got up and started towards the kitchen. You were starving, but all there was were a few TV dinners that you couldn’t force yourself to eat. About to give up and head back to your room, a shiny bottle poking out of a cabinet caught your eye and stopped you dead in your tracks.

You knew what it was, and you knew you should stay away, but your body ignored those thoughts and reached over, pulling the vodka off the shelf. Hopper would be pissed if he found out you drank his stash, but who said he had to find out?

Plus it was for a good reason, you told yourself, you needed it.

You popped off the cork and started back towards your room. Dropping down on the floor with your back against the bedframe, you took a large swig from the bottle, enjoying the burn that came with it.

It wasn’t your first time drinking. Far from it. But it was your first time drinking to forget.

You crawled over to your record player and put on your old Pink Floyd album, disappearing into the sound. You drank nearly half the bottle and swayed around, completely forgetting why you were upset in the first place.

The buzz of the alcohol took over you, and all you could think about was how good you felt... and how much you wanted his kiss Billy. What was stopping you from calling him right now? Nothing, that’s what. You stumbled over to the phone and dialed his number, twirling the cord around your finger as you waited.

“Hello?”

His voice made you grin, “hiiiii, Billy! Can you come over? My family isn’t home and I just want to kiss you so fucking badly,” you said into the phone, giggling to yourself.

The other end was silent.

“Billy? Are you there?” you asked with a hiccup.

You heard the line cut off. Billy hung up on you. But you didn’t seem to mind too much, dropping the phone with a shrug and dancing back into your room, laughing as you fell onto the carpet.

Reaching for the bottle, you downed a bit more, feeling another wave of bliss wash over you like a warm blanket. You heard a voice from the living room calling your name.

“Billy?” you asked hopefully, but the face that appeared in the doorway was that of your father’s. Had it been an hour already?

“Daadd! Hi!” you grinned, attempting to get up but falling against El’s bed and giggling.

“Y/n, what the hell did you do?” Hopper demanded, taking the bottle from your hand. It may have just been the blur in your vision, but his face looked as red as fire.

“I had a drink,” you replied and your dad laughed incredulously, “yeah, I can see that. You’re in deep shit.”

“Why? I just had like... one sip,” you said but the slur in your words made your lie obvious.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Y/n. I leave you alone for an hour and this is what you do,” Hopper walked over and grabbed your arm, but as he lurched you upward, you felt a sudden wave of nausea. Your dad let go of you, but you didn’t realize why until you saw the puke all over his shoes.

“Did I do that?” You asked seriously, looking ready to throw up again.

“Goddammit, Y/n!” Hopper yelled and shoved a trash can in your face before deserting his shoes and running to the kitchen.

You felt another wave and buried your face in the trashcan. Most of what came after was a blur.

You woke up around noon the next day with the headache of a lifetime and El standing over you.

“What do you want?” you groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. El pulled it back down, “take us to the mall.”

“Us?” you glared at her.

“Max. She is waiting.”

“You’re insane,” you threw a pillow at El and shifted so your back was to her.

“Hop said you have to take us,” El stated.

You rolled your eyes, “you’re lying, ‘cause Hop said I’m grounded.”

“And now I’m saying take your sister to the mall,” your dad called from the living room.

“What if Billy’s there?” you asked El quietly, scared of what he would do if you ran into him after what happened.

“Billy won’t be there. He’s working at the pool all day today,” Max said as she walked into the bedroom.

You groaned, rolling out of bed and onto the floor, “Jesus Christ, fine. Give me an hour and we can go.”

The bright lights and large crowds of Starcourt Mall did little to ease your hangover. It felt like you were inside a fishbowl and every noise around you blurred into one obnoxious mass. You blindly followed El through each store, not listening to anything she or Max said.

As you were leaning against the wall outside of JCPenny, waiting for your sister and her friend to finish up, you had the faint sensation of being watched. You turned to your left and nearly had a heart attack when you saw Billy a little ways away, staring at you intently.

He was supposed to be working. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Max had lied, and you were scared.

But instead of coming over to you, Billy just gave you a nod and disappeared through a door marked for employees only.

You don’t know why you followed, but your feet started moving before your brain could argue.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching you, you slipped through the door and stood face to face with Billy. As you stared at him, you noticed the black eye and busted lip decorating his face. You wouldn’t admit it aloud, but it felt good seeing him like that. It felt like justice.

Your hand was still on the handle, ready to bolt at any moment, when you let out a small, “hi.”

You wanted to slap yourself for sounding so weak.

“Hi,” Billy said back, waiting expectantly for more words from you, but you had none. What did he want you to say? That you were sorry? You weren’t sorry. That you didn’t know your dad was going to come to Billy’s house? You didn’t know, but saying that won’t make things any different.

You just stared at him, his blue eyes searching yours for answers. Why were you having trouble breathing? He was so close... so, so close.

And the next thing you knew, you were pressed against the wall, kissing each other as passionately as you could without drowning in the moment. His hands were running through your hair and his breath was hot against your skin and your mind was screaming at you to stop.

stop. why are you doing this? after everything he did? you should be furious, you should be far away; anywhere but here.

But you were suffocating with desire and those thoughts were small in comparison to the current running through you that told you to keep going.

Your skirt was bunched up at the waist and your legs were wrapped around the boy in front of you and as he trailed kisses down your neck, self-control went out the window.

Your savior came in the form of a delivery man, carting boxes down the hallway and rounding the corner to find the compromising position you had gotten yourselves in.

“Hey! Get the hell out of here! Employees only; read the damn signs!” the man yelled and you pulled away from Billy, staring at him in shock.

“I-I have to go,” you pushed past your boyfriend and ran.

You ran until Billy was far behind you, and there was nothing but gray walls and unmarked doors.

God, you were so stupid.

Grabbing the handle to the closest door, you pushed your way through and found yourself in the backroom of none other than Scoops Ahoy.

“Y/n?” a muffled voice asked, and you turned to see Steve staring at you in surprise, his mouth stuffed with whatever he had for lunch.

“I-Steve, hey-uh, sorry-,” you stuttered, not wanted to explain what just happened and unable to come up with an excuse.

“Everything... okay?” Steve asked slowly. You could tell he was concerned. For good reason, you had to admit.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just got lost... looking for the bathroom,” you visibly cringed at your shitty excuse, but gave Steve no time to respond as you rushed out the other door and into the busy food court.

You needed to get out of here. You needed fresh air.

You pushed your way through the crowds and out the main entrance. Max and El were waiting by one of the pillars and ran over when they saw you.

“Y/n! Where the hell did you go?” Max demanded.

“We were worried,” El added.

You smoothed out your shirt, giving them a reassuring smile, “I went to the bathroom; wasn’t feeling too hot. But everything is fine now. You girls ready to go?”

You didn’t wait for them to respond, starting towards the car at a quick pace. El and Max exchanged a look before hurrying after you.

The drive home was a quiet one. You said nothing, and El and Max didn’t know how to fill the uncomfortable silence.

Once you got home, you locked yourself up in the bedroom and didn’t come out for the rest of the night. El wanted to say something, but Max told her to give you some space.

I was late in the night, and you were laying in your bed, staring up at the darkness, cursing yourself for being so damn stupid at the mall today.

You looked over at the other bed, “El? You awake?”

“Yes,” El’s small voice made you sit up, letting out a deep breath.

“I ran into Billy at the mall today,” you stated. You saw her faint figure sit up as well, and you were thankful you couldn't see her face.

“Max said he worked,” El said.

“Yeah, she was wrong. He saw me and we went into a back hallway to talk and- god, I need help,” you groaned, falling back onto your bed. El looked at you a moment before getting out of her bed and coming to sit next to you.

“Did he hurt you?” she asked quietly.

“No, he didn’t. The exact opposite, actually... I know he’s bad for me. I know you and Max are right and I need to take care of myself before trying to fix others, but I love him. And I can’t change that. The only thing I know to do it cut him out entirely, ‘cause if I talk to him alone again I’ll end up right back where I started,” you ranted to her, hoping she had something wise or helpful to say.

El was silent for a long moment.

“Dump his ass,” she finally stated in a firm voice, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why laugh?” El frowned.

“Sorry... that just made me really happy,” you smiled, “you’re right. I need to dump his ass. I need to disconnect from his toxicity and hope he fixes whatever is plaguing him because I, Y/n Hopper, am not responsible for his demons!” you announced loudly.

El went to shush you but you just pulled her into a tight hug, rolling over as she tried to wiggle away from you.

The following morning was much better than the last. You woke up early and had breakfast with El while Hopper got ready for work. As he was leaving for the door, you stood up and looked at him nervously, “Dad?”

Hopper stopped and looked at you, “what do you need?”

“I was wondering if maybe you could go into work a bit late today... I need your help with something,” you said.

Hopper looked at you carefully and noticed those little ticks you got when you were nervous. He put his hat down and walked towards the kitchen area, “what’s up kiddo?”

You took a deep breath, “I need you to drive me to Billy’s house. I want to-” you glanced at El, “-I want to break up with him. And I just, I need the additional support.”

Your dad pulled you into a tight hug, “work can wait. I’m proud of you.”

You smiled, appreciating the hug for a moment before moving away, “let’s go before I change my mind.”

You got the car with El and your dad and drove to Billy’s house for what was hopefully the last time. Parking on the street, you got out and started towards the front door as Hop and El waited in the car.

Knocking on the door, you were partially hoping Billy wasn’t home. You heard the turn of a lock and were met with his beautiful face.

“Y/n, hey... come to apologize for running away yesterday? Or did you want to finish what we started?” Billy leaned against the doorframe, giving you his signature smirk.

Part of you really wanted to push Billy inside and do dirty things to him, but an even bigger part of you just wanted to be happy, and you couldn’t do that if you were with him.

“Actually, I came to say... I think we should break up,” you said confidently.

Billy’s expression darkened, “you’re not serious, Y/n. We’ve been together over a year.”

“I know. But I found people in my life who showed me that what we have isn’t healthy. So, basically... I dump your ass,” you spun around on the heels of your shoes and started back to the car, a smile on your face.

“You’re gonna regret this!” Billy yelled after you.

Maybe you would regret it. Maybe you wouldn’t. But right now all that mattered was the feeling of a weight being lifted as you walked towards the two supportive faces smiling at you from the car.

And honestly, that was enough.

End.

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angst-king · 4 years

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I didn’t ask for this pt3

(warning: mention of vomiting..not graphic)

Kaminari had started going back to school a week after the 'accident' its been a month, he started having Shinsou come over instead of coming to his place; which, Shinsou didn't mind especially since he could bring the kittens. Denki didn't act like he usually did with Shinsou though, he was more wary, quiet, jittery. Kaminari had finally agreed to come with Shinsou to his place. Shinsou was walking with the blond who was holding his stomach. He'd been feeling nauseous almost all day and this had been going on for a week now. Groaning as the nausea peeked, Shinsou stopped walking and looked to see Kaminari rubbing his stomach. "you okay baby?" The only answer he got was the blonde throwing up into a bush. Shinsou came to help, holding his hair back and whispering sweet words into his ears to keep Kaminari relaxed. When Kaminari was done he slowly stood up leaning into Shinsou feeling tired, very tired. "Gosh baby, you feeling okay?" Kaminari shrugged to him, "I don't know honestly" Shinsou nods and helps him get to his house. Opening the door they were greeted by Nacho and tator-tot. The two kittens hurried to Denki and pawed at his legs as a greeting. "hey kittens" He smiles weakly, sliding out of his shoes and kneeling down to pet the little ones. When he stood back up a feeling of light headedness came over him, grabbing his head and trying to steady himself Denki grunts and spoke. "Why am I l-light headed?" Worried, Shinsou helped his lover to the couch quickly. "gosh babe, think you could be sick with something?" "Maybe but, I've been like this for a week, no fever or anything. I don't feel nauseous all the time though." "...You can't be pregnant though right? We haven't had sex in a while." Denki nods nervously remembering the 'accident', what if he was pregnant, it definitely wasn't Hitoshi's so. How would the witch react if Denki was pregnant?! "Denki..Denki! Denki!" Lost in thought he was brought back by his boyfriend calling out to him, he jumped a little but then looked to Hitoshi. "S-sorry" its alright babe, come here you look tired." Hitoshi pulled Denki into his arms, and getting comfortable enough to cuddle and relax on the couch. During school Denki was stuck in the bathroom, puking, with Bakugou and Kirishima behind him. Bakugou was holding onto Denki so he wouldn't face plant into his own sick. He'd almost done that, luckily the ash blond caught him in time. "fucking Christ Pikachu, you need to see recovery girl." "yeah dude, you've been doing this a lot, this doesn't seem too normal." Pointed out Bakugou and Kirishima; Kaminari sat up with a sigh and wiped his mouth before going to the sink to rinse it out. "Fine I'll go and see recovery girl then, probably just anxiety from...ya know." "yeah well either way, its not good for you." Denki was hoping it wasn't what he was suspecting because he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He walked himself down to recovery girl's office, knocking before entering. Denki was starting to feel nervous. "oh hello Kaminari, what can I do for you?" Recovery girl asked turning to the male who's twiddling with his fingers. "I-I think something is wrong with me" Recovery girl invites him to come and sit on the exam bed. "so what's going on kiddo?" Denki began to explain his symptoms which make Recovery girl look to him with a sympathetic look. "Kaminari, what you're describing to me sounds like a first trimester of pregnancy." Denki paled and his blood felt freezing cold, anxiety coursed through his veins. "n-no way. th-that can't be right!?" Recovery girl placed a gently hand on his shoulder. "Kaminari, breath in and out please." It took a couple of tries but slowly Denki calmed down to a decent level. When he was calm enough, Recovery girl when through her drawer and pulled out a purple stick. "Go pee on this and bring it back" She says flatly handing it to him, so he went to the bathroom taking the stick with him. He comes back with his purple stick, hands it to recovery girl, as soon as it was placed on the counter she frowned then picking it up. "Well Denki Kaminari..you are officially pregnant." Denki's face became completely pale and he felt sick to his stomach. His anxiety spiked and so did his nausea, he quickly grabbed the trash can near by her desk and got sick into it. When he got it out of his system he placed his hand on his stomach and in a some what childish way. "there's a baby in there?" Recovery girl hums with a nod "Mhm, I know this is scary Kaminari, especially seeing as how you most likely conceived the baby." Arms wrapping around himself as he began to shake, he dropped to his knees and his hand migrated to tug at his hair while tears welled up in his eyes. "H-how am I g-gonna tell him?...He's gonna h-hate me s-so much." Recovery girl couldn't help but feel her heart ache as she watched the humanized Pikachu drop to his knees, and break down due to a circumstance he couldn't control. She doesn't know how to console him this time, so all she could do was recommend that he just take the rest of the day off. She told him that she'd let his teachers know of his absence. He nods quietly wiping his tear stained cheeks and grabbing his bag, heading back to his dorm. Noticing their friend hadn't come back Mina decided to text Kaminari during their lunch. 'hey kami you okay dude, you feeling any better?' It wasn't long before she got a 'no, I need to talk to you guys.' "Oh shit something really wrong" Spoke up Mina after Kaminari's reply, her friends look to her. "what'd he say?" "he wants to talk to us..it doesn't sound good." She flipped her phone over as the screen went black. Sero huffed, "I'm just glad he's willing to talk us about it." he munched on a piece of chicken he popped into his mouth after talking. "Yeah same, honestly I didn't think he would." Kirishima added to the conversation. When he got back to the dorm Denki changed out of his uniform. Stripping off his button up shirt and seeing his flat stomach, he presses a hand to it while he looked in the mirror. "Th-there's a baby in there" He says softly, it made him feel a little sick to think about, or its his morning sickness. Once he changed into comfortable clothes he sat on the bed as nausea made him dizzy. He groaned rubbing his temples, putting his head between his knees. Its minimal facilitation resulted in the blonde hiccupping queasily, he got up and hurries himself to the bathroom just in time to get sick again. Afterwards Denki cleaned up, shuffling back to his room to lie down as he felt overwhelmed. He knew it'd be hard raising a baby especially as a teenager training to be a pro hero but. He didn't feel comfortable aborting it or putting it up for adoption. He didn't know what to do especially since he was scared of his lover's potential reaction. He didn't want to give up his dream but, something in his brain made him anxious about adoption. He'd heard from people that the foster system isn't the best and felt guilty about thinking of it. Finally, due to exhaustion he fell asleep under the sheets, holding his stomach. After a while of sleeping Denki wakes up to his stomach growling but slightly aching. He sat up, groaned and rubbed his stomach hearing it grumble from hunger. He gets out of bed deciding to go and get something to eat. Unaware of the time of day he goes down to the common room, seeing his friends just walking in. "Oh hey kaminari, how ya feeling?" Asked Mina "any better?" Denki shrugged while going through the fridge he found some left over pizza. "we'll talk after I eat..I'm really hungry" "sure dude, yeah I'm hungry too, is there any more pizza?" While Denki was putting many slices of pizza on his plate Kirishima looked to see if there was any more. "Uh yeah, hah sorry, I told ya..I'm really hungry." The Pikachu blonde blushed a bit while putting his pizza in the microwave. Kirishima got what he wanted "Its fine dude, just never seen you eat that much pizza in one sitting." When his pizza was ready, Denki went into the fridge and grabbed the soy sauce and poured it onto his pizza which earned many confused looks from the bakusquad. "Uh dunce face, why the fuck are you putting soy sauce on your pizza?" Kaminari shoved the pizza into his mouth before answering, he looked like he had just had the best pizza in his life. Swallowing what was in his mouth he smiled, "the only good thing in this world...soy sauce pizza." only to eat more of the pizza he cover in soy sauce. Kirishima finished before Denki even though the shorter boy wa practically inhaling his pizza Afterwards Denki threw out his paper plate and came over to his friends. "Yo can we talk up stairs in my room please?" "yeah dude lets go then" Sero says so the group goes up to Denki's room like the last time. Denki's starting to feel the anxiety of telling his friends what recovery girl told him. He was so anxious he hadn't realized they made it to his room. "Kaminari!" The four called out together which alerted the spaced out boy. "Kamu dude, are you okay? you're shaking" Opening the door Denki shrugged and let them into his room. He sat on his bed as they came in, turning the lights on, Kaminari huffed. "So what did Recovery girl say?" Questioned kirishima, Denki didn't really know how to say it so he just blurted out. "I'm pregnant"

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