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igotanidea · 1 month
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Not the same: Jason Todd x reader
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requested by @miraculous-panic: NSFW: Jason or Dick just ready to eat pussy until you can't take anymore. (Jason obviously :D)
Warnings: SMUT MDNI, body insecurities, a bit of daddy issues, a bit of abuse on Jay's part if you squint.
A/N: been a while since I wrote smut, so forgive me if I'm out of practice :D
***
It’s been weeks.
Literal weeks since he touched her.
Before she met him, and when nothing was happening in the sex/love department she wouldn’t even bat an eye and would move on, ignoring the deeply hidden urges of her body, but things has changed.
The first time with him (her first time ever), with his hands on her body, his lips on her skin, moving in all the hidden places she didn’t even know existed and craved for physical affection, unlocked something  in her.
And ever since she wanted more.
Greedy little girl, but can you blame her given the fact Jason knew exactly what he was doing bringing her immense pleasure, leaving her gasping and panting with his name on her sweet soft lips.
She needed more.
Not necessarily going full on, but anything.
One touch, simple kiss, gentle caress of calloused fingers on her sensitive skin…
Anything to get that sensation of being loved and craved, of feeling so close to him. Like he belonged to her and no one else.
Pretty much she turned into a giant teddy bear, wanting to be squeezed and held and hugged and wrapped in his strong arms.
Finally getting everything she didn’t have in her childhood from her forever absent, emotionally neglecting father. Care, love, affection.
Daddy issues? Maybe, but she didn’t care, purposefully forgetting the fact that she was in a relationship with a man who were absent more often than not, repeating the scheme.
It was not the same.
He loved her. And she loved him.
And she needed him.
IT WAS NOT THE SAME.
IT WAS NOT THE SAME.
She kept on repeating that one sentence, lying awake in bed, alone, in the middle of the night, her crazy mind whispering words of doubts and uncertainty, producing crazy scenarios and making her overthinking pretty much everything that happened in the last ten years. Questioning herself and their relationship starting from day one.
IT WAS NOT THE SAME
NOT THE SAME
And she was going to prove it. To herself. To him. To the whole world. To her stupid absent father that left her and her mother when she was little girl, even if it was crazy.
She was going to make a statement the second Jason would cross the threshold of their shared apartment.
Feeling like a complete fool, but with a strong resolve to take some action she jumped out of bed and rushed to the dresser, opening the top drawer and throwing every little piece of clothing on the floor until she reached something carefully hidden at the bottom.
Very expensive and very revealing lingerie set, she bought on impulse while browsing internet. Hitting all the wrong sites that made her believe that a girl can only be loved when she was skinny and seductive. That having a little bit of junk, belly and bum automatically excluded from the group of people deserving love. That the only way to have some action was to reveal sexy, toned body.
Which she didn’t have.
The first time she wore the red lacy set and saw her reflection in the mirror tears started flowing down her cheeks, self-hatred stimming under the surface threatening to overflow.
Stupid little girl who decided she was too common to wear something so sexy.
But things has changed. She has changed. Their relationship has evolved and it was the time to try something new and gauge Jason’s reaction.
So she wore it for the first time ever, putting on a brave face.
***
A few hours later Jason was dragging himself home, tired, but miraculously not injured. Wanting nothing more than to fall on the bed next to Y/N and hold her close for whatever rest of the night was left.
His beacon of light in the darkness as cliché as it sounded.
Jason knew the words of poets, being able to recite them on call, but truth was that once he fell for her, none of them seemed even close to the truth and depth of his own feelings. Not even the most beautiful poem conveyed how she made him feel.
And just a single thought of her made him smile, forcing to pick up the pace to have even few more minutes in her presence with her body fitting so well with his. With her soul merging with his.
And he thought he was in love before, never realizing what it truly meant.
Not before her.
And he smiled to himself
***
She was waiting for him and it was not so shocking.
But the sight of her in the set that was definitely bought in Agent Provocateur, with her legs crossed sitting in the armchair with a glass of wine and thick hair swept on one side?
Jaw dropping.
Banishing fatigue in an instant.
Blood boiling.
Making his legs root to the ground, hands tremble and pants becoming tight in an instant.
She was perfect. Prefect and all for him, but he needed to proceed carefully to not let his own desire take full control and – god forbid – hurt her in process.
“Y/N” he cleared his throat taking off the shoes and stepping closer with a signature smirk that has never before took so much energy to be maintained.  
“Hello Jason.” She smiled innocently “how was your patrol?”
“Uneventful.”
“So you don’t need me patching you up tonight?”
If it meant he could have her undressing him and putting her hands on his body he would lie and pretend he was dying and needing kisses in all the places.
“Nah. Not really. Like I said, I’m fine.”
“Well then, I suppose I can go back to bed.” Y/N stood up stretching her back to expose a little bit more of her breasts (still feeling a little bit weird, but getting quite content with the look in his eyes and satisfied with the way they were darting around).
“Yeah, good night Y/N.”
“Night Jay.”
“Goodnight…” he said again unable to stop looking at her.
“You already said it…”
“Yeah I just wanted to repeat it.”
“So you did.“ she took a step towards him
“I did.” He whispered closing the distance even more wanting nothing more that to touch her body that was almost shining in the room lit only by the lights from the outside. His hot breath hit her face when he was fighting the urge to not let her win.
“Goodnight Jason…” she said again, shivering a little from the closeness.
“Hm.”
“Something wrong?” she muttered not missing the way his voice dropped an octave turning into that deep growl that made her legs tremble. Every other minute of this little game she was gaining more power while Jason was loosing his mind.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” he groaned
“Where did you get that idea?”
“Just needed to make sure you know I’m not in the mood for your little games.”
“Oh.” She gasped, a little hurt. At least until she noticed the tent in his pants and cried out internally feeling the sense of victory “I know you’re spent” she rubbed his cheek “I would never do anything to overload you—”
“Go to sleep.” He hissed pulling away from her.
“Jay-“
“I said go to bed!” he yelled “Go to bed before I won’t be able to control myself anymore and-“
“Shit!” Y/N cried out in response lunging forward and kissing him, loosing the war of nerves and not giving a fuck about it.
And when his arms circled around her waist, grabbing the back of her thighs, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist nothing mattered anymore.
“Tell me you want it.” His lips brushed over her jaw, nibbling on the sensitive spot behind her ear and tracing lower, down her neck.
“Tell me you want it.” Her legs and arms tightened on him, head tilting automatically to give him more access.
“What do you think princess?”
It took him three strides to get into bedroom and gently lay her down, climbing on top of her body, kissing every inch of her skin, not covered by the lingerie. Planting soft kisses on her neck, hooking fingers under the straps of her lacy bra and sliding them down her sensitive arms, inhaling her scent heading towards her cleavage, biting softly on the tops of her breasts while simultaneously cupping them through the material and squeezing gently. Getting the exact reaction he wanted in the form of quiet whimpers, calling of his name and nimble fingers in his hair.
“How expensive was it?” he muttered against her skin, lips still attached to her chest, moving his touch lower, sliding fingers up her legs, spreading them in the process, brushing his growing erection over her clothed core.
“Very expensive….”
“Is that something that should stop me?” he breathed out cupping her most sensitive part and running fingers there. “You’re already so wet, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh….” She arched her back to him getting ready to be freed from her confinement and having her lingerie torn to pieces in one gesture.
However, Jason did something unexpected. Instead of baring her, he traced his lips lower.
Below her breast.
Over her ribs.
Kissing and brushing over the curve of her waist.
Licking her belly button.
Putting hands on the string of her panties.
Sliding them down, painfully, inch by inch, delighting in the goosbumps that covered her legs and the tremble of her limbs.
Making it extremely obvious of his intention.
“Jay-!”
“shh…” he nuzzled nose over her most intimate part inhaling the scent of her arousal “you wanted this you little minx, didn’t you?”
“I thought-“
“Oh, come on, baby.” He licked her clit once for a little bit of teasing before pulling back to look up into her eyes from between her legs. “you wore a lingerie. Which can only mean you wanted something new. Something to spice things up. Just admit it.”
“Uh-huh! Yes, yes, I wanted-“
The sentence was cut out abruptly by the sound of pleasure when he started fully sucking at her clit, waking up the volcano inside her.
“Jay!”
“That’s right love, scream my name…” he hummed, the words a little muffled by the way he was devouring her core.
“Fuck!” she pulled at his hair.
“I’m gonna eat you out so good…”
“Jason!”
He chuckled softly finding a way inside her wet core, pulling his tongue in getting the shivers, nails on his scalp, calls of his name, praises and encouragement to keep going.
“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He lapped at her juices like a starving man on the death row, enjoying his last meal. To say the whole truth he could die just like that, between her legs, sipping on her sweet nectar.  “Should have done it so long ago…”
“JASON!”
“You gonna cum for me baby? Cum on my tongue?”
“PLEASE!”
“Please what?” he teased continuing the sweet assault, going deeper, harder and faster.
“MAKE ME-!” she moaned arching her back, instinctively placing her hand on her clit ready to make it faster.
“nope.” He grabbed her wrist and pin it by her side “it’s mine.” The deep animalistic voice coming from him made her shudder and buckle her hips. “Down, princess.” His other hand moved to her hip holding her down.
“please!! Please! Please!”
There. He won. Turning her into babbling mess underneath him.
Sliding a little bit up her body, so her legs ended up on his shoulders, resuming and picking up the pace, making it almost brutal, swirling his tongue, humming in appreciation, hitting just the right spot at the right angle every time, ready to go like this forever until she comes.
And long after.
Her cried and her taste when she came did not much to stop him. He was addicted, unable to peel himself from her core, rutting his own hips on the bed.
More, more, more…
Pussy drunk.
Squirt addict.
Ignoring the desperate whimpers of sensitivity and words that made no sense, gibberishing about too much. He was only just starting, focused on his own pleasure rather than hers.
“Mine.” The grip on her hips was bruising, iron-like, when he lost control and sense of his own power. “Mine. Mine.”
“mh..Jay.. J-Jay…”
“Mine…” he groaned again, licking and sucking her dry, not allowing one single drop of her juice to go to waste.
And she knew there was no way to stop him until he was fully satisfied.
And that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight next day.  
And this was sure as hell not the same as anything she was used to.
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coffeerecords · 1 year
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20:30 . . .
➾ kaminari discovers bakugou’s crush on you
genre: fluff, crack | pairing: bakugou k. x fem!reader x todoroki s. (ft. iida, kaminari, kirishima) | rating: pg-15 | tw: swear words | others: kaminari and iida talks about your admirers ! your admirers are pining :’), is kirishima perhaps a wingman???, she/her pronoun used.
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“I am not my fear. I am stronger than my fear….”
The forest seems to grow as Kaminari treads through the woods. Why, oh why, did he suggest this game in the first place? Well, he supposes it’s a good thing since he isn’t paired up with a girl… He can’t bear the thought of looking like a wimp in front of—
“Kaminari-kun, you’re crushing my arm,” Iida grunts in annoyance.
“Ah, sorry!” The blond instantly lets go of Iida’s arm. Kaminari’s bravado had gone down the drain when they stepped into the woods. Sigh... So much for showing off. He did flirt with Y/N earlier to earn a reaction out of a certain raven-haired girl. But it’s not funny that Y/N barely gave him the time of day. He did feel a strange scorching sensation at the back of his head earlier, as if someone was shooting lasers at him. Was it the effect of Kirishima’s smack? But it would be different from his Quirk and—
He lets out a terrified shriek, jumping on Iida’s back when there’s a loud rustle amongst the bushes right next to him. They both stand still as a rabbit appears out of the bushes. It casts them a glance before hopping away. 
“Iida-kun…” Kaminari mutters bitterly, climbing down his tall friend. “Promise me you won’t tell this to anyone.”
Iida merely sighs and continues to walk along the forest path. “Alright, but I think instead of worrying about your surroundings, you should be more worried when you get back.”
“Huh? What’s that suppose to mean?” Kaminari tilts his head in confusion.
“I saw you earlier flirting with Y/N. Might I add a little bit handsy too.” Iida states, lifting his glasses with a finger.
Kaminari furrows his brows, confusion written all over his face. “Do you like Y/N?”
With a disapproving look, Iida deadpans, “I don’t like Y/N that way if that’s what you mean.”
“Then why are you telling me this?”
“You are truly oblivious, Kaminari-kun….” Iida sighs again. “Your friend has feelings for Y/N.”
“My friend…”
Iida sighs at his obliviousness. “Bakugou likes Y/N. And you just dug your own grave earlier.”
“Bakugou… what?” Kaminari lets out a laugh. “That’s impossible! That guy would never—!” He stops, recalling back possible clues. “Wait, it’s really impossible right? We’re talking about the same Bakugou – blond, angry, and ready-to-kill-at-any-given-moment Bakugou, right?”
Kaminari’s face pales at Iida’s unchanging expression. No way…. Is that why I’ve been receiving death glares from Bakugou all day???
“Actually�� It’s not only Bakugou-kun, but Todoroki-kun as well,” Iida states bluntly.
The thought of getting pulverised by Bakugou and Todoroki outweighs the fear of being in the middle of a forest at night.
“Ahahahahaha…” Kaminari mutters nervously, “Would it be bad if I stayed in this forest instead? Maybe start my adventure living in a forest?”
Iida sighs for the umpteenth time. “Yes, it would be. Let’s get out of here first then I’ll help you hide from Bakugou-kun’s sight.”
“Bakugou likes Y/N…. All Might, please save me….” Kaminari still lets out a disbelieved laugh as Iida drags him through the path. “Wait—” He stops. “How about Todoroki?”
“Well, I trust Todoroki enough not to follow his own impulses.” Iida merely shrugs, walking down the forest path.
Clutching his head between his hands, Kaminari wails, “I’m doomed.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“You’re gonna end up boring holes into her head.”
The comment from the red-haired boy snaps Katsuki back to his senses as he turns away with his face reddening. “Shut up.”
Kirishima laughs at his friend’s reaction as they stand around the starting area, waiting for their turns. “Have you calmed yourself now? Kaminari’s gonna be back any minute now and I don’t want to be a witness to a murder case.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’m not gonna fight him or anything.”
Kirishima rolls his eyes back. “That’s what you say. But the fact is when it comes to Y/N, you tend to lost your mind, man.” His gaze trails off, glancing somewhere else. “You and Todoroki.”
At those words, Katsuki snaps his head towards Icyhot, who’s standing with Deku and Iida and already staring at you, who’s talking to the other girls. 
A heavy sigh escapes Kirishima’s lips. “Man, I wonder what will become the two of you in the future.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Katsuki grumbles, crossing his arms.
“Oh, nothing,” Kirishima answers vaguely, earning an unamused look from the ash blond. “Okay, I mean there’s three possibilities—Y/N choosing to be with you, Y/N choosing Todoroki, and Y/N choosing none of you—”
Katsuki starts, but Kirishima continues to ramble, “—if only she knows of your feelings for her.”
That shuts Katsuki up. He ponders with his own thoughts as he glances at you, laughing with your friends. His hardened stare softens a tad bit, wishing he was the one who made you smile like that.
“You gonna let her know?”
Katsuki shakes his head. “Not now.”
Kirishima nods in understanding. “I’ll support whatever you decide to do. I’m sure you can make her happy too.”
Not used to all this sappy talk, Katsuki grumbles, “Shut up, Shitty Hair.”
Kirishima laughs, throwing his friend into a headlock. “If you need any advice, just let me know.”
As if. Katsuki wants to say as he struggles to get out of Kirishima’s hold. Once Kirishima lets him go, Katsuki quietly mumbles a small ‘thank you’. Kirishima’s eyes sparkle as Katsuki groans internally. 
Instinctively, his crimson eyes stray to where you are again, but you catch him looking this time. He’s about to look away quickly, but you smile, giving him a small wave. And fuck—
Katsuki thinks he might have more trouble keeping his growing feelings for you.
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I just recently found your blog and am in love with everything about it You are a very talented writer and I look forward to your post so I was wondering what you think it would be like sharing a bed with ghost
I Swear I Asked For Two
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
Genre: Fluff; The Classic 'One-Bed' Trope
She freezes when he turns with her, a strong arm banding around her middle, holding her in place. "You gonna make me hold you in place?"
Bless whoever's up there for the dark because her face is burning.
"Would love that, actually." She mutters to herself before she can reign the impulsiveness in.
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"Don't hurt me." Raises her hands in surrender, taking an exaggerated step away from him as the door to their room clicks shut behind them. "I swear I asked for two."
Ghost, bloody and dirty and exhausted, runs a hand down his balaclava-covered face, dropping his bag somewhere near the wall behind him. "Better than the floor." Is all he manages.
Once she's sure she's not in any mortal danger, she shoves back her bag next to him and kneels down, rifling through it. "Wash up first, L.T. I'll go after." There's no response but he must agree because he goes off wordlessly, a testament to how he must be just as exhausted as she was.
12 days. 12 days they had been trekking through this rural town trying to track down a target. The man had infiltrated their chain of command and had been feeding crucial information to the enemy for over a month, information that had led to quite a few of their operations being compromised. Needless to say, once he was found out he had ran in the middle of the night.
A slippery bastard.
Long stretches of land, a lot of camping out and surveying the area. Days and days of hunting this man until he was finally caught. Secured with the unit that had been traveling with them, they'd relinquished their target and been ordered to wait for exfil the next day.
Until then...well, this shady motel would have to do for the night.
They're lucky they were near a town and not in one of the long stretches between them, that much she's grateful for. Even if she didn't completely trust the room's ceiling to cave in while they were sleeping.
Stains on the walls she doesn't want to think about, cracks in the ceiling, and of course, the one queen sized bed pushed back to the far wall.
The bed.
Truthfully she doesn't know how she managed to keep her voice steady before. Her stomach was rolling at the thought of having to share a bed with him. With Ghost. With Simon.
He was...well, she thought he was extraordinary. Capable, brave, and funny in his own way. It hadn't taken long for her to develop some sort of a crush on him.
And now she was supposed to bunk down for a night with him? On that bed? Alone?
She shakes her head, focusing on rifling through her pack to find a spare set of clothes. They'd slept in worse conditions before, this was no big deal.
No big deal at all.
She curses as she finds her other pair of clothes filthy, mud staining the fabric. She'd forgotten about how she had to use them already after an unsavoury encounter with one of the locals.
"Something wrong?" She jumps at the deep voice, head snapping up to see him.
His hands are stripped of his gloves, his tactical vest off and away. A soft t-shirt takes its place, along with sweatpants that she has to make a conscious effort to tear her gaze away from.
This simply wasn't fair. It's like he's making this whole situation ten times harder for her on purpose.
"Negative." She says instead, standing up. "I'll have to make do with these clothes, forgot my spares were filthy." He studies her in that silent way for a beat, before he leans down and rummages through his pack.
Leaving him to do whatever, she pushes open the bathroom door while wondering how quickly her clothes would dry if she ran them under the tap-
"Here."
Ghost holds out a spare shirt to her. Plain black.
His.
"What?" It takes a second for her mind to catch up.
He cocks an eyebrow. "You're filthy. I'd rather not sleep next to someone who smells like shit."
The insult draws an indignant bark of a laugh from her, "I don't stink." She exclaims, snatching the shirt from his grip. "Not as bad as you do."
"Tell yourself that." He deadpans, but she swears she can see a hint of an amused smirk beneath his mask when she slams the door in his face.
Muttering to herself, she cleans up before slipping the shirt on. It's obviously large on her, just skimming the bottom of her thighs. It smells like him, something so distinct and familiar it makes her relax on instinct.
It's a wonder what good a hot shower can do for you.
Ghost is already stretched out on the mattress when she emerges from the room. He spares her a glance, and she visibly sees something like muted interest snap into his eyes even despite his lack of words.
She'd be lying if something in her doesn't preen at the way his eyes subtly follow her across the room.
Neither of them exchange a word as she slips into the covers next to him. Both of them barely fit on the mattress, but neither having the energy to complain. They don't brush against each other but if she shifted they'd definitely touch.
The room was secure, they'd done a thorough sweep and checked the doors and window, all the locks and for cameras. Nothing of interest, so they allowed themselves to let their guard down.
"Sharp 05:00 tomorrow, Sergeant." He says into the dark.
"Copy." She stifles a yawn and they fall into silence.
His heat is unbearable. She can't push the thought out of his mind, the knowledge that he's right there, a fingertip's distance away. She can hear his steady, quiet breath, almost taunting her.
Despite her exhaustion, she stays awake, turning onto her side away from him hoping that the movement would dislodge the thought from her mind. She needed sleep, needed to relax but isn't that impossible with how all she needs to do is lean back a little to touch him-
She huffs silently, turns onto her back again, rustling the sheets.
No, this was bad. Her body's tired but her mind and heart are racing. Traitors.
She shifts onto her side again-
"Fucking hell, will you stay still?" He rumbles, startling her. The gravelly, tired voice shoots straight to her head and if she were standing she's sure she'd have to grab onto something to stay upright.
She mumbles out an apology. "Can't sleep. Little chilly, isn't it?" She bluffs.
When he stays silent, she thinks he may have just accepted the answer. Letting out a shaky exhale, she turns again-
She freezes when he turns with her, a strong arm banding around her middle, holding her in place. "You gonna make me hold you in place?"
Bless whoever's up there for the dark because her face is burning.
"Would love that, actually." She mutters to herself before she can reign the impulsiveness in. Her body stiffens when she hears her own voice, and she's ready to spring up and apologise, tell him she didn't mean to make him uncomfortable, ready to banish herself to sleep on the floor.
But then Ghost hums.
His hand starts to drift. She swallows as he traces a slow path down to where his shirt's hem is, toying with the fabric between his fingers.
Dream, this must be a dream-
He tugs her backward into him, into his warmth and his soothing scent and something about it has her going completely boneless. It felt...comforting. Felt nice to be held. Ghost takes to tracing small circles into her skin, soothing and repetitive. "Relax." He orders, albeit with less of a push.
A shiver runs down her spine as she feels his breath fan over the back of his neck. The bastard notices too, if for the way his chest rumbles with a chuckle.
There's no way Ghost doesn't feel her heart pounding against him.
Maybe it was the comfort of the dark that makes the both of them so bold, but she takes in a shaky breath and reaches for his hand, stilling it in place with her own. They stay like that for a moment, and suddenly the silence isn't as unbearable.
Eventually, her breathing evens out, her eyes become heavy and she finds the tension draining out of her. Nothing would happen to her here, she didn't have to worry about anything right now. Just sleep. Just sleep and the warmth that enveloped her, and why the hell was he so warm and why does she want more of it?
Right before she lets the lull of sleep pull her under, she mumbles a whisper of thanks to him.
She doesn't think she imagines the content sound he lets out in response.
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“Take the exit here.”
“How come?” Nico asks, dutifully putting on his blinker and merging into the right lane. “We’re not even at half tank.”
Will clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s, uh, not for gas.”
A pause.
“Oh, Solace, you’re fucking kidding me.”
“I’m sorry!”
Nico throws his hands up, ignoring Will’s screech of both hands on the wheel, I value my life! “There is no possible way you have to piss already. You had half a slushie!”
“...Well.”
“William Andrew Solace, I swear to God.”
“I got distracted!” Will cries, eyes big and round as he pouts. “The Abstract Iron Centaur is a monument, okay, I forgot what the point of the rest stop was for.”
Nico groans. “I’m not sure you should be allowed to go to medical school. You’re going to forget a scalpel in someone’s lungs, or something.”
Immediately, he knows this is the wrong thing to say. The sheepish grin vanishes off Will’s face, replaced with something despairing, before it’s hastily shoved back on.
The winding road finally gives way to the advertised rest stop, partially obscured by a Welcome to Georgia sign with a modernist-style image of a peach that annoys him for no reason. We’re glad Georgia’s on your mind. (False. Georgia is never on his mind, except for how Will can’t say Georgia without slipping into his accent and Nico has to take that golden opportunity to mock him. And then die.)
“Right,” Will says finally. He forces a laugh. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something else, then gets out of the car without so much as a word.
Nico watches him go. 
“Well,” he mutters to himself. “Shit.”
He waits in the car as long as he physically can, which is anything between thirty seconds and four business days. A glance at his watch informs him it’s closer to two minutes. 
He kicks a stone across the parking lot, debating the implications of searching for his friend. It hasn’t really been that long, so he’s not sure it’s socially appropriate, and then he wonders when the hell he started caring about being socially appropriate. They are friends, after all, because in a group icebreaker question about siblings in seventh grade, Nico had growled none, on the account that she was killed by a drunk driver when I was ten and Will had laughed, brightly and morbidly, and said hey, my brothers were murdered, too! Twinsies! and killed the vibe rather brilliantly for literally everybody else in the room. 
He gives into his impulse eventually, striding onto the surprisingly soft grass and looking, halfheartedly, around the spacious grounds (he’d decided searching the bathroom would be a touch too far). His mission gets sidetracked, however, because the heat is less oppressive under the shade of tall, weeping willows, and there’s a small breeze, and he is struggling to shove his various musings into the Repression Box where they belong. 
Will, starts one of said musings, has been acting weird as shit long before he showed up at his house in the middle of the night.
It had started around January? If he had to guess. But Will is always kind of weird in the winter, so he hadn’t thought much of it, just offered to break into his house more often so he didn’t feel too suffocated. The usual. But the strangeness had persisted through the spring – the sudden drops in mood, the hair-triggers to clam him up. Both of which are usually a Nico thing. Will, more often, just shoves all his negative emotions down to the bottom of his soul until he gets one half-mark wrong on a test and sobs himself sick about being useless while Nico stands guard outside the bathroom door, agonised, unsure how to help. And then the two of them never talk about it again. 
Over the last few months, things have been a little less balanced. 
“Hey.”
Nico jumps. Will stands slightly, shoulders still hunched slightly, but definitely less cagey than earlier. He holds out a cup of coffee Nico recognises as from a vending machine.
“Hi,” Nico says softly, smiling tentatively. He takes the coffee. It’s black, and too hot, just how he likes it.
“You are going to stain your teeth,” Will observes, as he always does.
“Bite me,” Nico responds, following the script.
A genuine smile pulls at his face.
“You ready to get back on the road?”
“Yep.”
They fall into step in their hike back to the Jeep – Nico hiked farther than he meant to. Will’s flip-flops slapping rhythmically against the packed dirt of the trail is a familiar sound, and it eases some of his own tension, putting a bit more prep in his step. When he glances quickly over, Will is breathing normally, shoulders slack, much calmer expression on his face.
“You should let me drive,” he says as they approach. “You’ve been behind the wheel since practically dawn; maybe you should take a nap or something.”
Nico shakes his head, waving a dismissive arm. Frowning slightly, Will acquiesces, climbing back into the passenger side.
“I’ve had two coffees and half a slushie,” he explains, resting his hand on the back of Will’s seat. He cranes his neck behind him, careful of the family walking an unleashed dog as he pulls out. “I’m good forever.”
“Caffeine doesn’t work on you,” Will points out.
Nico pauses. 
“...True.”
He hadn’t realise Will had noticed, actually. Although he supposes it’s not too surprising – Will has known him a long time, Will is observant, and Will generally enjoys lecturing people about anything he can get away with, up to and including their general health and safety. Nico, in all his bad choices, is a favourite target of his. He can probably recite his solo midnight speed driving from memory.
“It’s just –” Will stops, waiting until Nico’s safely merged back on the highway before continuing. “It’s three and a half hours ‘till we get to Atlanta, Neeks, and it’s already three-thirty. We’ll have to stop again for food, probably, at one point, and we’ll have to stop for food, soon, and who knows what the traffic will be like –”
Carefully passing the person going sixty in front of him, finally breaking into open road, Nico takes half an eye off the road and digs through the centre console.
“– I mean, if it’s bumper to bumper, then what? It’ll be rush hour soon, shit, I shoulda planned for that, shit, do we have a jerrycan? We should have a jerrycan, remind me to get a jerrycan for the trunk –”
Finally catching sight of the CD he’s looking for (and barely managing to swerve and avoid a massive pothole that would have for sure cut their trip short, but he managed, so take that, Reckless Driving Lecture Will that lives in his brain, who’s God now), he hands it to Will. Still actively stressing about literally nothing, he opens it, polishing the disc on habit and sliding it into the slot without so much as pausing. 
Nico smirks. 
Yeah, maybe he knows his friend, too.
“– I mean, just blankets and a first aid kit is not enough. Really, we should have some provisions in there. Oh, and rope, ‘cause what if we get stranded in the mountains –”
The radio clicks as it reads the disc, then, suddenly and without warning, the stereo rumbles with heavy bass and pounding beat.
Will cuts himself off. “Hey, is this –”
Nico smirks wider. He chances another look away from the road, just in time to watch a magnificent smile break across Will’s face, wide and a little crooked, showing all his molars – a real one, the one he gets when he’s caught off-guard, the one that makes his hands fluttery.
“You’re playing In The Zone!” he exclaims, laughing delightedly. “Without complaining!”
Bingo, Nico thinks. 
“Technically, I didn’t play shit.” He gestures at the empty CD case in Will’s hand. “You’re just like a hermit crab. I hand you things, you hold them.”
“Shut up.” But there’s no bite to the command, smile still stretching wide. If Nico looks, he can see the tiny snag of his barely crooked front tooth, but he doesn’t look, because he doesn’t care about that, obviously. He has his eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel, fully focused.
Obviously. 
They do get into disgusting traffic. Will is distressed about it, up until someone cuts them off so closely they both nearly actually and genuinely die, and he is immediately lit up in a rage so incandescent Nico wonders if he will ever be able to look away from straining biceps and a clenched jaw ever again. More distantly, he wonders if and I hope you get three consecutive aneurysms and your family leaves you to fucking rot in a hospital bed, you leprous shitdick will be on loop in his head for the rest of time. He kind of wants to put it on a shirt. Will’s linguistic talents should be studied. 
“Stop thinking about it,” Will demands, socking him (hard! What the shit!) in the shoulder. His face resembles, quite exactly, the shade of the setting sun. “Purge it from your memory.”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” Nico responds, smirking.
“I wasn’t –” A pause. Nico bites back a snort. “Cutting people off is just so rude.”
“Oh, of course.”
“I mean! I mean.”
“Indeed.”
“If it was – an ambulance, or something, I would understand, but he cut us off just to get immediately stuck in the same traffic! I don’t understand the point!”
“Truly the behaviour of a leprous shitdick,” Nico agrees. His grin starts to genuinely hurt his face, but he ignores it in favour of snickering.
Will sinks into his seat, pulling his hoodie over his eyes. His ears, as usual, stick out a little, and they’re red, too. Nico nobly resists the urge to flick them. 
“I hate you.”
“I think you’re quite attached to me, actually. After all, I’m not a –”
“If I hear the word leprous come from your mouth one more fucking time, di Angelo, I’ll give you leprosy. For real. I’ll find it.”
Will probably could find a vial of pure leprosy somewhere, actually, so Nico shuts up. (He’s seen Will’s weird vial collection. Most of it is just, like, various bacteria, he’s pretty sure, but Will is kind of morbid and Nico knows his sense of humour is garbage because Nico’s sense of humour is garbage, and there is a reason they’re friends, and if Nico found a vial of leprosy somewhere he would keep it, too. Can leprosy be vialed? Who knows. Will, probably.)
Once he’s sure Nico is not going to tease him anymore about his temper tantrum, or at least for the moment, he turns back to his book. Every so often, he looks up, observes the three miles per hour they’re crawling, and sighs, loudly and lengthy to himself, muttering something about railway systems and zoning laws and government incompetence. Nico doesn’t ask. He was free from the jail that was history and geography lessons last month. He is determined to learn absolutely nothing for the next six months, at least. 
“I’m paying for the motel or hotel or inn et cetera,” Will says, randomly. 
“No,” Nico replies, easily. 
Will reaches out, calmly, and pinches him on the thigh. Nico does not yelp indignantly because he is a Man, and can handle Will’s weirdly pointy fingers.
“You paid for gas.”
“Yep.”
“And you have car payments.”
“Mhm.”
“And you bought Dunkin’s.”
“True.”
“Nico,” Will says exasperatedly, “this whole damn trip was my idea. Let me pay for shit.”
“I enjoy wasting my father’s money,” Nico counters, and Will pauses, considering. “Come on, commie. I know the idea of spending a banker’s money on stupid shit pleases you.”
He knows he’s starting to win, because Will sighs in a very particular way that Nico has identified as why am I letting this dumbass get away with this again, says, “Spending money is capitalist, Nico,” and turns, begrudgingly, back to his book.
Poorly hidden behind the pages, he’s smiling.
Nico tallies his victory.
The traffic finally eases by around eight o’clock. Victorious, surely, except that they’re still quite a ways from Atlanta. He considers getting off at one of the various exits promising shelter, and in fact decides he is going to, but for some reason, his hand never drifts to his blinker. Never turns the wheel slightly to merge, never eases off the gas. He keeps going, an going, and going, music playing softly, stars beginning to shine through the darkening sky.
Beside him, Will lets out tiny puffs as he exhales, even and sluggish.
“You are a grandmother,” he whispers fondly, shaking his head. In the quiet of the road, interrupted only by the whipping whipping winds – he should have pulled the roof back up when they were stuck, shit – and odd flash of headlights of a passing car, he lets himself soften, sighing back against his seat and easing up slightly on the gas.
Will glows, faintly, in the moonlight.
It’s funny, ‘cause he’s a sun child. Nico has teased him about it for years, in fact; his hair, his bright blue eyes, his stubborn clinging to his aesthetic of wannabe surfer boy. The gold ring he wears on his thumb, the sun pendant that rests on his heart. Swathed in yellows and blues and golds, all the time, with a sprinkling of bright green and neon orange just to remind everyone that yes, he is red green colourblind, and no, that will not stop him from making fashion choices. 
But the silver suits him. It softens him, instead of washing him out, reminding Nico that the sun shines white. The low light casts gentle shadows on his face, too, drawing attention to his strong brow and straight nose. 
Forcing his eyes back on the road, where they should have been the whole time, Jesus, he notices the giant green Downtown Atlanta sign, and follows its arrows. The first exit he sees, he turns, getting lost three times before he finds the hotel that was advertised.
Pulling into the largely empty parking lot, he shuts off the car, then turns to Will, screwing up his face. He has to wake him up, at some point. Obviously. Unfortunately he cannot simply melt into the shadows and reappear in a hotel room. As awesome as that would be, with his luck, he’d pop into an occupied one, and that’d be a whole host of problems. 
Deciding he’ll actually get them a room first, he heads inside, speaking quietly with the desk host.
“Single or double?” they ask pleasantly, voice similarly lowered for the hour.
“Uh,” Nico says, “double?”
The host pauses, eyebrows flicking up at his hesitation. “...Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Nico flushes. He adds, belatedly, “Please.”
Eyebrow raised in amusement, the host reaches into a drawer and pulls out two sleek key cards, tucking them into a little envelope thing and handing them over. “Room 409,” they say, nodding towards the elevator. 
“Thanks,” Nico responds, and walks out the door. He realises, as he exits, how much of a general failure he is at communicating with people who are not Will, and considers climbing through the window of his sixth floor room out of sheer embarrassment. The realization that he does not have the skill to drag Will up there with him is the only thing that stops him.
“Sunshine,” he murmurs, once he’s gathered their bags and some of the red has faded from his face, “we’re here.”
Will hums a little, voice gravelly. Nico’s lip quirk up.
“Where?”
“Somewhere to sleep.”
“‘M sleepin’ jus’ fine.”
His accent is so, so heavy with sleep, and it’s just – God, he wishes Wil hadn’t trained himself out of it. In Nico’s professional opinion, Will should talk like that all the time.
Authenticity, and all that.
“C’mon, Will.”
After another minute of coaxing – which Nico indulges purely because he knows for a fact Solace will have no memory of it in the morning, in any other circumstance he’d poke him awake – Will uncurls enough to stagger to his feet, stumbling as he gets out of the vehicle. For his own safety, Nico wraps an arm around his narrow hips, guiding him up to the room. 
“Mnhgh,” he mumbles, the second the heavy door closes behind them. He walks two steps to the nearest bed, face plants in the middle of it, and starts snoring, feet hanging off the end, one flip-flip still stubbornly clinging to his foot.
“Dork,” Nico murmurs. He gets ready like a normal person, tugging on a sleep shirt – might be an old one of Will’s, actually, because Nico certainly never bought a Shania Twain concert t-shirt – and wrapping up in the wonderfully plush blankets. “Goodnight, Will.”
He gets a snore in response. He burrows deeper into the covers, smiling, drifting off to the sound of his best friend’s rhythmic breathing.
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Don't bite the hand boob that feeds you!
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Contains: Scara x f!reader smut, period themes, polyamorous relationship, Scara x f!reader romance/fluff, Venti x f!reader x Xiao romance/fluff, domestic life themes.
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It was late at night. The full moon was glowing in all its white glory in the middle of the night sky. But none of you could witness the beauty of its light because the window of your room was completely shut, like always. You were sleeping soundly, submerged in complete darkness.
But that was no problem for a naughty kitty who entered your room with only one objective in mind. He could see perfectly in the dark. So the inviting shape of your body laying on the bed, under the thin covers was visible to him.
Scara crawled silently up the bed, landing gracefully on top of the covers. He sneaked carefully past Venti and Xiao who were snoring peacefully at each side of you, embracing your arms with theirs and with their tails curled around your legs. You were sleeping face up in the center, your mouth wide open and your chest heaving temptingly. Just the way he loved.
You weren't bothered when he climbed you. You were far beyond used to catboys hungry for love landing on top of you in the middle of the night. So you didn't wake up when you felt his soft round paws on your stomach. Not even when they turned into a human body that decided to lay on top of you, despite his weight.
His claws turned into hands that reached for your neck to hug you. He nuzzled his face on your chest, delighting in your smell and warmth. Then they grew naughtier, slowly unbuttoning your nightshirt. He made sure to be soft and to purr just at the right frequency he knew never failed to seduce you, delicately kneading your skin.
He felt his pants tighten and his mouth water when he saw your boobs freed from your shirt. The nipples were so unusually hardened and reddened and pointy and inviting…so he dipped his head down to give them a nice suck…
SMACK!
A loud and dry noise was heard across the room followed a sharp shriek of pain.
"Fucking bitch!" Scaramouche bellowed, taking a desperate hand to his now reddened cheek. You had slapped his face as a reflex action so hard that you had pushed him back, leaving him sitting at the feet of the bed.
Then a hiss and a growl were heard and the sounds of cats fighting.
"How dare you call her like that!" You heard Xiao's voice in between animal snarls.
When Venti stretched his sleepy hand to turn on the nightstand lamp you could see Xiao and Scaramouche entangled in a fight. Scara was in his human form (but with his cute little cat ears sitting atop of his head) and Xiao had turned into full cat to jump down at his throat. He was trying to claw at him as Scara was desperately trying to throw him away.
"She slapped me!" Scara excused himself, pointing at you accusingly with one hand as he tried to get Xiao off him with the other.
Before Xiao could keep defending you, you exclaimed:
"You fucking bit my boobs!" You scolded him, shooting daggers at him with your furious eyes.
"No I didn't! I just sucked on them!" He replied, offended.
"And why the fuck would you do that to her while she's asleep?!" Xiao roared, biting on his wrist, pulling a scream out of Scara's mouth. "Give me a good reason not to fucking kill you!" He was fuming.
"We do it all the fucking time!" Scara shouted, shaking his hand to toss Xiao to the floor—on which he landed on his four paws obviously— and keep yelling at him."Because even if you don't like it, we have our own intimacy and that's part of it!" He exclaimed with an angry smile on his face, expecting him to get jealous.
Effectively, this made Xiao double furious so he took an impulse with his back paws against the carpet to jump right at his face. But before he could cling onto Scara, you catched him mid air by the scruff of the neck.
"It's okay, Xiao, leave him alone, go back to sleep." You told him as you cradled him in your arms for him to calm down.
"Buuut!" He protested. You silenced him with some caresses and a kiss to his fuzzy head.
"Don't worry, he had my permission, go back to sleep."
Scara was smiling smugly and just about to show him his tongue thinking he had won when you scolded him again.
"And you!" You leered at him. A tiny drop of sweat slid down his temple "I know you're used to doing that and I don't dislike it, but tonight it fucking hurt!" You exclaimed, putting Xiao back on his place beside you on the bed. He took back his humanoid form and covered his body with the blankets, accepting to resume sleeping but not before sulking for enough time.
"But I didn't do anything differe…" Scara tried to excuse himself again but you interrupted him.
"I'm on my period, you idiot!" You threw a pillow right at his face "My boobs are fucking sensitive!"
He stared at you for a second until he recovered from the hit on the face. Then he crawled towards you and dared to pull the covers to look between your legs. He discovered your pretty panties he loved yanking away so much were stuffed with a pad.
"Oh, you're bleeding again…" he made the brilliant observation once the smell of blood reached his sensitive nose.
Your eye twitched in disbelief. He simply couldn't be that stupid, could he? Fortunately, Xiao spoke for you:
"Maybe if you had been here taking care of her instead of leaving to wander the city you would have known!" He grunted, showing him his fangs. You took Xiao's side in this one, and you showed him by holding his hand. He was totally right, after all! 
This had been a painful period and all of your boyfriends had taken care of you, even Kazuha who was always out! All except for Scara!
"Maybe if you were here you would have known her belly hurts and you would've comforted her instead of touching her sensitive boobs." Venti added salt to the wound with a malicious smile as he caressed your tummy with a warm hand, hoping to ease the pain.
Scara gulped, trying to come up with something smart to say. You were looking at him with a disapproving stare and your arms were now crossed over your precious tits he was so hungry for.
"You probably just came back for some sex." You sentenced, looking away from him, feigning disinterest "Well I'm not available at the moment so you can come back next week for it."
He huffed. You were so unfair with him! His little heart stung in his chest when you said that.
"Y-you!" He was barely able to articulate, his face completely flushed "How dare you…what gives you the right to say that about me??" 
You pointed down with your look and chin, right at his pants where there was still a notorious erection. He covered it with his hands.
"Y-you can't expect me to not get hard when you look so damn good in those pajamas!" He exclaimed, frowning.
You averted your gaze from him again, still pretending to be angry, but a little tint of red dusted your cheeks due to his confession.
"I didn't come for sex!" He kept his defense "Just wanted to suck on your tits and sleep! And-and- even if I HAD come for sex, which again, I DIDN'T, I can still take care of you!"
You turned your look back to him, observing him with squinted eyes.
"Well it's kinda late now, I'm fine already."
"Damn! You get mad at me because I'm away for a couple of days, but as soon as I get back you don't even wanna welcome me!" He complained, exasperated, but then a little glint of mischievous happiness illuminated his eyes "Did you miss me that much?" He asked with a mocking grin on his face.
You chuckled, amused by his stubbornness. Then you gave him a little smile before opening your arms towards him.
His tail and ears stood in excitement and he didn't even think twice before throwing himself into your arms, turning himself into full kitty in the middle of the jump.
You catched your beloved kitty you had missed so much and hugged him tight as you rubbed your face against his.
"Dumb human, if I just wanted sex I could leave and go other places! But I'm staying here with you!" He exclaimed as he licked your cheek with his raspy tongue lovingly.
"Oh, are you?" You giggled as you held him close to your face.
"Yes I am. You should appreciate me. If you don't want me then you'll have to kick me out yourself!" He declared as he started rubbing your faces together to mark you with his scent.
"No need, I can do that for her!" Xiao spat bitterly. Scara looked back at him and showed him his tongue. You interrupted the incoming fight by holding him tight like a baby, moving his face away from the other male's.
"No need to do any of that! We're going back to sleep! Like a happy family! Got that?" You huffed as you cradled Scara from one side to another in a rather threatening way. But only Venti nodded and took his hand to the button of the lamp by the nightstand.
"Got that??" You repeated, rather annoyed, shaking Scara with one hand and Xiao with the other.
"Yeah…" they finally accepted, rolling their eyes.
"Wait." Xiao said as he climbed past you to get to the other side of the bed, where Venti was lying. You moved aside to the now free space to make room for him beside Venti.
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Noo, don't tell me you're mad at me." You gave Xiao the sad puppy eyes. "You don't want me anymore because you're jealous?" You whined as you tugged his arm.
"Hummm" Xiao complained as he big spooned a giggling Venti, giving you his back. You kept Scara's mouth tightly close with your hand to prevent him from making more snarky comments. He tried to free himself with his little paws in vain.
"My littlest kitty doesn't love me anymore…" you sobbed. He huffed again and curled his tail around your leg as he hid his face in Venti's neck. You giggled happily and stretched yourself to get onto them.
You kissed Venti goodnight on the lips, who gladly reciprocated, and then left a smooch on Xiao's messy hair. He emitted a grumpy sound and turned back his head to ask for a kiss on the lips too. Of course you gave it to him, but didn't expect him to eat your mouth so furiously. You even felt his sharp fangs biting you lower lip.
"Good night. I love you with all my heart." You said as Venti finally turned off the light.
"There's nothing for me?" Scara protested when yo finally released his snout. You kissed his head and hugged him as you shifted on the bed to find a comfortable position to sleep.
He slowly turned into human, carefully distributing his weight on top of you to avoid crushing you.
It was dark, but it didn't matter, he saw perfectly how you opened your shirt wide for him to lay his head on your soft chest. He started purring, nuzzling his face against you as close as he could. He laced one arm around your neck and held the side of one of your breasts gently. He left little kisses in between them, careful not to hurt you or cause you any more discomfort.
You entangled your legs with his. One of your hands traveled to his back while the other stayed on his head, caressing his fluffy ears just the way you know he loved.
"I love you." Was his last thought as he nuzzled into your chest impossibly deeper.
Slowly, your breaths and heartbeats started to match the same calm rythm. You caressed his head until you fell asleep.
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This is how the mf lives.
The next morning you woke up crushed by a cluster of kitty men. Some were men–Scara who was sleeping with his face buried in your chest, mouth wide open, snoring loudly, and Xiao who was embracig the lower part of your body with both arms, his own face crushed under one of Scara's legs–and some other were kitties–Venti who was in full loaf mode sleeping peacefully on top of your head like he was some kind of fluffy hat, and Kazuha who had joined in the early morning to lay sprawled, tummy up, between your feet.
Opening your eyes and mouth was hard because your face was full of Venti and Scara's fur. You started wiggling, trying to escape, causing both Scara and Xiao to growl and squeeze you tighter.
"Guuys…" you let out a lament "Wake up" you said weakly, freeing one of your hands to get Venti's fuzzy tail away from your mouth.
Getting out of bed was a prowess. But when you achieved it, you walked to the kitchen to find Albedo sitting by the table reading a pile of papers with a fuming mug of coffee in hand.
He said good morning to you with a kind smile and asked you if you wanted some breakfast. You nodded enthusiastically and walked to the counter to start cooking something.
"Would you like me to prepare another herbal tea for your menstrual pain?" He asked as he walked towards you to place a warm hand on your waist ever so casually. You shook your head no.
"I feel fine already," you smiled "My body is a bit sore, but it's because I was crushed by some kittens all night." You said with a little smile. He chuckled.
"I can imagine."
It was Sunday and you didn't have to work that day, so you suggested you could make some breakfast for everyone to have together. He accepted and helped you prepare some human breakfast for the six of you. 
As time went by, the other kitty men came to the kitchen one by one, lured by the delicious smell of coffee and pancakes and the sweet sound of your laughter. You all sat to the table and ate together. 
You had nice conversation. Xiao and Scara fought a little bit but you calmed them down. You laughed a lot. It was a pleasant way to start the day. You were beyond happy. 
After eating, Venti left saying he knew there were going to be lots of people at a nearby park so he was going to play to make some money. He invited you but you told him you really wanted to stay home and rest to have energy to go back to work the next day. So he kissed you goodbye and took Xiao in his kitty form with him, saying he needed to get more sunlight and get out of the house more often. Xiao protested but ended up going with him.
Albedo helped you clean the table and then he went back to his room, saying he was busy with some scientific research and that he wanted to work on it.
Kazuha said the sun was amazing and that he was going to take a nap on the roof.
So you were left with lazy Scara who didn't help with anything. He was moping around in the couch while you were doing the dishes.
"You could help around more often, you know?" You scolded him, side eyeing him from where you were standing in front of the sink.
He stretched himself all across the couch and emmitted some sounds of protest as he yawned.
"Hmph, comes back home but only to sleep." You cursed him under your breath, perfectly conscious that he could hear you with his sensitive fuzzy ears. He swished his tail from side to side, annoyed.
He got up and walked to you dragging his feet.
"You're unfair." He protested as he hugged you from behind, resting his face on the crook of your neck, looking down at your hands which were washing the dishes.
"No, you are. Everyone helps around but you. We cooked, tidied up and clean, you're the only one who doesn't do anything around the house." You said.
"Hmm…" he meditated, closing his eyes "Lemme find a good task for me to help around…" for a single second you thought he was serious "Lemme think…Oh, I've got the perfect one!" He said as he cupped your breasts, holding them up while you were working "I can be your personal bra from now on!"
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"..."
You punished him with a well deserved splash of water and dish soap!
"You say you wanna take care of me, but are incapable of doing the bare minimum!" You said with a frown.
He whined and huffed but ended up helping you. He couldn't be a spoiled brat all life, he had to help around the house like everyone else!
"Can I be your personal bra now?" He pouted when you finished tidying up the kitchen, naughty tail swishing excitedly from side to side.
You gave him a pensive look with squinted eyes.
"Hmm, okay...but check they don't hurt first!" You warned him "Last night was awful!"
"I'm sorry," he said in a provocative, meliflous tone to gain your favour "You know I didn't mean to hurt you." he whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck.
"Be careful, be careful…" you said as you anxiously observed his hands traveling to your breasts. 
He opened your shiry and gently grazed your skin with his soft palms. Upon seeing there was no painful reaction, he went ahead to press them and then cup them.
"Ok, it doesn't hurt," you said as he carefully took your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. "They don't hurt anymore," you smiled "Ok, go ahead, quench yourself."
"Ooh, can I?" He purred with a huge, sly grin of satisfaction on his face. You nodded and he started kneading your pretty boobs, the apples of his eyes, massaging them in that special way that never failed to relax you.
"Ahh…" a cute little squeak of pleasure escaped your pursed lips, making him proud of his ministrations. Your face was simply beautiful, your cheeks softly reddened and your glossy eyes clouded by pleasure.
"C'mere so we'll get more comfortable." He said as he sat himself on a chair by the table and you on his lap, your back pressed against his warm torso. He continued to play with your breasts as you turned your body to lace your arms around his neck and hide your face on his shoulder.
"Ah, Kuni…" you protested in between some pants. His heart thumped hard when you called him like that. But he pretended to be calm and smug.
"What? Don't tell me you're afraid the others might hear us" He mocked you as he pinched your nipples to tease you further.
You shook your head from side to side.
"It's just that the way you touch my boobs never fails to make my pussy hungry…" the voice in which you moaned those words was so lustful it also awakened his member under his little black boxers.
It was true. Kuni lived to suck from your tits. He was a certificated booba handler. Not only was he addicted and you indulging in his little kink made him overjoyed but he also rewarded you with immense shockwaves of pleasure.
"Oh, is that so?" He mocked again with that smug smile that grew from knowing he had you wrapped around his finger. He nudged your head to the side with his nose, exposing your neck for him to lick and nibble on.
"Uh-huh…" you moaned, your blush up to your ears. "Y-you know I always get horny this time of the month…" you struggled to articulate as his velvety mouth bit your oversensitive neck and his blessed fingers never stopped fondling your breasts.
"Oh really?" He said with a little smirk "I think that pussy of yours is hungry all month long." He took one of his hands down your legs, which opened without hesitation for him to trace the slit of your vulva over your stuffed panties. You responded with a tiny desperate moan.
The way he pinched and pulled your nipples made your pussy tingle, and you knew the wetness coming out of it wasn't blood this time.
You could only answer him with some needy moans. He smiled naughtily as he kissed your neck, watching you kick your legs in the air, your thighs pressing against each other, desperate for some friction.
"Guess it's time to feed the poor thing." He said snarkily as he moved your panties to the side and caressed your pussy with his soft and slender fingers.
"Ahh…Kuni, be careful, there's still a bit of bl…"
"Don't worry babe, I'm prepared for everything" he interrupted you with a smug tone, pulling a packet of tissues out of nowhere and putting it on the table "Relax, let your kitty do the job he does best."
You snorted a little laugh and sighed.
"Okay, just don't get the floor stained." You rolled your eyes with a little smile.
He bit your neck a bit harshly in protest, making you moan again.
"So shameless, I'm pleasuring you and you treat me like this," he pouted "I should let your little pussy starve." He mocked as he lapped at your neck enthusiastically.
You giggled at his little tantrum.
"Oh yeah? I think you deserve a far worse treatment, you know? I spoil you way too much, I didn't even punish you for what you did last night…"
"I didn't know your boobs were going to hurt!" He protested, excusing himself again.
You shook your head disapprovingly.
"I wasn't talking about that." You declared.
"So? What else did I do now?" He complained as he gently pulled from one of your nipples like he was trying to get the answer from there.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, he doesn't even register it as wrong, shameless. Maybe Xiao is right, maybe I'm way too indulgent with you…" you said as you placed your hand on your chin pensively.
"Hmm, so you don't remember what you called me?" You asked, side eyeing him with squinted eyes.
"Nooo, c'me on, tell me already! I can't read your fucking mind!"
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He frowned as he tried to remember one by one the happenings of last night. Then his ears got pressed to his head, but luckily for him you didn't see them because you were giving him your back.
"You're mad because of that…?" He asked, his tail swishing nervously from side to side. He didn't like the idea of having to apologize to you, it would ruin his pride and his bad boy facade!
"Yeah, don't try to make it sound taboo now, you said it out loud with the same little mouth you kiss me with!" You protested with a frown, biting the inside of your cheek.
He insisted with the purring to seduce his way out of trouble.
"You won't get mad at your kitty for that, will you?" He said with a mellifluous tone, caressing your breasts fondly and leaving a sweet kiss on your neck.
"Well I didn't last night, I hugged you and kissed you and cuddled you to sleep even though you called me a bitch," his ears compressed further down on his head upon hearing your resented emphasis on the word "But maybe I should have. Even though I give you my everything you treat me like that..."
"Bu-but…!" He didn't know how to get out of it without an apology, so he kept caressing you and kissing you to earn your favor "You're my pretty human, I know you can forgive me…"
You interrupted his pouting.
"Oh, I'm your pretty human again?" You said relentlessly "I'm pretty sure last night you called me a dumb human and a bit…" he didn't wanna hear it again, so he silenced you with a desperate kiss. It was a really tasty one, so you received it.
"You know I didn't mean it" he said as he rubbed his fuzzy cat ears against your face to tenderize you "The same way you didn't mean to slap the shit out of me like you did…"
"Now you wanna make me guilty?" You chuckled.
"Hell no! I'm just trying to solve this shit!" He hissed, desperate.
"Maybe if you learned how to apologize like an adult human being…" you teased him.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" He spat, his whole face flushed "I didn't mean it, it was just a reaction because you nearly blew my face off!" He exclaimed as his tail stood on edge.
"Hmph."
"Y/N?" 
Silence. He tried to turn your head to make you face him but you crossed your arms and gave him your back.
"Y/N!" He insisted, making a big sad pout "C'me on! Forgive me already!" He shook you softly.
"That's not how you apologize you moron!" You bit the tip of his ear.
He huffed, annoyed, and then gathered all the air he could in his lungs as if it was strength to overcome his pride. Then he made you face him and put his hands on your shoulders.
"Y/N I fucking love you. I'm sorry I called you a bitch, you're my precious human, okay? And I won't complain you fucking broke my face," a little cackle escaped your lips "I probably deserve it because I never take care of you the way you take care of me." He finished the sentence with his face bright red and his eyes closed shut.
He stayed like that, in silence, for a couple of seconds.
"See? The world didn't end." You told him with a smile. And the truth was that he really felt like the world was gonna end if he apologized. So this was a good positive reinforcement. "Good things happen when you say sorry."
He huffed with resignation.
"Oh, really? I'd like to see that." He sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes. Then you placed a kiss on his nose.
"I love my beautiful kitty," you said, observing him with enamored eyes. His ears stood up and his tail curled with excitement.
"You're not mad anymore?" He asked. You shook your head and hugged him tightly. You felt how hard his heart was thumping.
"I love my pretty human," he whispered with droopy eyes as he broke the hug to give you a sloppy kiss on the lips. It got needier as it turned into a heated make out session "I'll never call you that again, I promise, you're …you're…" his voice got another octave deeper "You're my love."
The way he said it and the way he kissed you made your heart skip a beat. It really conveyed his love for you. It injected his feelings right into your bloodstream.
Your thighs pressed against each other and your walls clenched around nothing as you entangled your hands desperately on his hair while kissing him.
"My beloved kitty, I'm thankful for all your love and attention" you said between pants as you pulled back to be able to look him in the eyes. They were as glossy as yours.
"You better be…" he whispered with a naughty smile, curling his tail around your leg "I can do more, you know? You deserve some more…let me give you more…" he said as he turned your body to give him your back again so he was able to access your pussy.
You let out a little moan as he bit your neck and pulled from one of your nipples just the way he knew made your walls clench. Then he slid his other hand to move past your panties and caressed the outer labia.
"You're drenched," he said, his smirk pressed against your neck "Let your kitty feed that hungry pussy." He purred in your ear.
You nodded your head several times as you spread your legs impossibly wider for him to enter his naughty fingers. They were received with an instant hug, wet and tight, hungry against his pads. He curled them inside you, looking for that sweet spot that made you see stars. When he found it he started stimulating it at a steady rhythm.
You panted and moaned as he alternated between sliding his two fingers in and out and caressing the spongy spot in circular motions.
"You like it, pretty?" He whispered in your ear.
"Uh-huh…" you nodded again, panting.
"You're so perfectly wet and tight right now, I'd kill to fuck you against the table…" his breath hitched now too.
You surprised him by escaping from his embrace and standing up to lean against the table.
"O-only if you promise not to stain the floor." You said as you laid your stomach on the cool surface of the table, picking up the package of tissues and handing it to him.
His eyes shone like two stars, his heart jumping from his chest. He picked the tissues with one hand and placed the other one on your shoulder, gently pressing you down.
It took him no time to position himself between your legs, freeing his cock from his boxers and fitting himself against the curve of your ass.
You let out a big moan of relief and satisfaction when you felt him push inside of you. You clamped around him so hard he had to give his best not to cum on the spot.
"Today is still about you," he panted, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead as he invited you to take your fingers to stimulate your neglected clit. You started caressing it in circular motions as his hands got back to caress one of your breasts.
The concentration needed to catch the few droplets of blood-stained slick that slid down your leg with the tissue was enough to keep him from cumming. That gave him enough time to kiss your needy cervix with the tip of his cock. But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. Smelling you, touching you, being inside of you was what he loved the most in the whole world.
"K-kuni I'm cumming…" you moaned as you desperately grabbed the table for dear life.
"That's what I wanted my pretty girl to say.." he gasped as he felt your walls spasming around him. He held his breath as he let you ride your orgasm until you sighed in relief and fell limp on the table. Then he pulled out and moved your panties back into place.
"That's my beloved human," he smiled as he picked you up from the table, nesting your face on the crook of his neck so you didn't see the fluids he couldn't save the floor from. Hey, in his opinion, a dirty floor was worth your orgasm!
He carried you to your room and laid you on the bed for you to recover your energies.
"You should take a little nap." He said as he kissed your cheek.
"You're not napping with me?" You asked with little puppy dog eyes.
"Sure I am, just let me go to the bathroom real quick."
"Okay…"
You fell asleep as he desperately ran to the kitchen to clean the goddamn floor. Sure he was gonna cuddle you all afternoon, but first he went to the bathroom to empty his full heavy balls into his fist. After that he washed his hands and felt really sleepy so he walked back to your room to find a place in your bed. Right behind you, big spooning you into a peaceful and fluffy slumber.
"I love you so much…" he whispered in your ear as he kissed the back of your head.
You didn't completely awake, but you moved your hands to caress his, which were wrapped around your tummy.
You had sweet dreams that afternoon. But not as sweet as your beloved kitten.
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You have no idea how hard it was to find the words to finish this one 🥲 Now I'm finally free to write other stuff! I wish I could finish ch2 with Xiao but Kuni won't loosen my chokehold a single bit
My idea is to post more often from now on 🥲
See you before next year, hopefully!
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what a mess
pt. 1/3
oc x oc? these are just two characters i made up, they are 18+. i dont have a word count.. sorry. i like to type and got carried away.
cw: sneezing, snot play, m sneeze, cursing, slight f/emdom vibes. VERY NSFW filth, h/andjobs. i am in horny misery get me out.
slowburn ASF
wherein two ex lovers share a night, a cold, and a bed together.
he wasn’t at practice that night, was the first thing cate noticed. he was normally late, coming in close to halfway through, because he was in a club that cut into practice time, but he didn’t miss a lot of practices.
it wasn’t even her place to be concerned about it. he wasn’t in her life right now, even though the smallest part of her wanted him to be. she shouldn’t be concerned.
still… it wasn’t like him to miss practice.
her mind was wandering as they were packing up the chairs, putting away music stands. even as she was putting away her instrument.
it was so bad that she found herself asking one of his friends where he was, and was met with the answer, “oh. he’s sick, so he stayed in his dorm.”
oh, okay. simple enough.
but her stomach squirmed now. she could feel heat between her thighs. he was sick? was it a cold? she bit her lip, put her instrument away, said goodnight to her friends and walked back to her dorm.
they lived in the same dorm hall, but separate buildings. she found herself reaching for her phone, and texting his number, asking why he wasn’t at practice, as if she needed him to confirm it himself.
after riding up 4 floors and walking to her dorm, keys jingling in her hand, her phone buzzes with a response. she checks it immediately.
‘I have a cold, so I didn’t go to band. Sorry’
she stares at it in the middle of the hallway, a small smile rising to her face, heat pooling between her legs once more. she takes a deep breath, abandoning her better judgement and dignity in one foul swoop, and sends him a response.
‘oh no, i hope ur okay. can i come over?’
there’s no reason for him to say yes, he doesn’t owe her anything. she doesn’t even know how he feels about her, which is a terrifying thought in and of itself. she unlocks her door, and locks it behind her as she slips inside, and throws her keys on the key rack. she’s biting her lip now, and it seems like forever until he responds, when in reality it’s only 10 minutes.
‘I don’t want you to get sick. Sorry.’
‘fuck you’, she thinks as she smiles at his message, he’s always too considerate. quickly, she sends a response.
‘i don’t get sick easily, erik. can i please come over?’
god, she feels pathetic asking again. he probably just wants to sleep, and here she is begging him to let her come over. all she can hope is that his roommate isn’t there.
her phone buzzes. she picks it up immediately.
‘Ok. Not for too long though. I’m going to sleep soon.’
her stomach jumps and she smiles immediately, texting back, ‘ok, omw.’ she drops her bag and sprays some perfume on her clothes, grabs her keys and locks the door behind her.
she rushes down the stairs, trying to calm her pounding heart.
once she reaches the ground floor, she sees him through the glass door. she impulsively squeezes her thighs together when she sees him sitting out in the cold, hands in his jacket pockets. his eyes are puffy, lips parted, but her eyes are honed in to his nose. he’s always had a big nose, it was one of her favorite attributes about him. his nostrils are red rimmed, slightly flared, and mess is leaking from his lip. he pulls a hand out from his pocket and rubs his knuckles under his nose, nodding when he notices her. she tries to hide her smile, but it doesn’t work.
“hey,” she says, trying to sound more casual than excited. “how are you feeling?”
as a response, he sniffles thickly, the sound sending a cord of heat through her stomach. her core pulses.
“not great,” he replies, turning his head over his shoulder and coughing lightly.
“m’sorry,” she replies, feeling guilt wash over her. she shouldn’t have dragged him out here, especially when he’s sick. she just wants to take care of him. she shouldn’t be feeling that way either, considering they are broken up.
“it’s okay,” he says, shrugging. “so where did you want to hang out? the lounge?”
it’s their usual spot when they meet up, a place in public view but just secluded enough to where they can have a hint of closeness. god knows she wants more.
“i was thinking your dorm,” she says bluntly, heat rising to her cheeks. she glances down at her shoes and rubs them together. “is that okay?”
she can tell he’s hesitant in what to say, probably because he doesn’t want to be alone with her, she thinks. instead, he says, “okay. but you can’t stay too long.” her heart soars, and she nods quickly. “of course. i have class early tomorrow.” she says matter-of-factly, when in reality she would skip her entire day just to spend time with him.
he stands up, and walks to open the door for her, which she thanks him for, and they head inside. the walk to his dorm room is quiet, broken up by occasional wet sniffles from him and small chatter about how their respective days were.
once they get to his dorm, he unlocks the door and opens it for her, and she steps inside, waiting for him.
there are two things that are abundantly clear:
1: his roommate is gone, whether for the night or for the next few hours he isn’t sure.
and 2: his side of the room is extraordinarily messy. but somehow it makes her smile. she hears a small noise behind her as the door closes, and she turns back around to look at him.
he’s truly a sight to behold, eyes half-closed eyebrows tilted up. his nostrils are widened and flaring, lips parted a few inches with his tongue barely poking out. his right hand is shakily clutching a tissue, held a few inches from his face, and his chest is heaving.
“ghhh…. h-hHeH….” he looks to be in torture right now, but she can’t do anything but watch. her thighs are burning. “hehh… hhHuh—hHEETSCHIEW! HHZZITCHIEW! hhhHHIITCHIEW!! guhhh…”
he lets out three particularly itchy sounding sneezes, and she bites her lip so hard she swears she’s drawing blood. quickly, she glances down at her feet, trying to pretend like she wasn’t staring at him.
he sniffles liquidly. “s-sorry..” he stammers out, embarrassed at such an itchy display. he doesn’t want to seem gross to her, and forces his nose into the tissue, the rough cotton fibers doing nothing to quell the itch in his nose, in fact it almost makes it worse.
“oh, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” she replies, and takes her jacket off, placing it on his roommate’s chair. she kicks off her shoes and jumps up on his bed as he blows into the tissue. she presses her thighs together at the sound, and leans her head back against the wall.
he soon follows, and they sit there for a moment in silence before he speaks. “what do you want to do?”
oh, she knows what she wants to do. there are a million different things she wants to do to him right now, but she can’t say any of them in fear of rejection. instead, she settles for, “i don’t know.”
he reaches for his bookbag and pulls out his laptop, then searches up youtube, pulling up a random youtube they both like. they’re sitting with their backs to the wall, so their legs dangle off the bed. there’s an inch or so between them, she notes. he’s sitting closer to her than he was before. they both start to watch the video, and cate tries so intently to ignore the feeling swimming in her chest, and the way erik sniffles and especially when he starts hitching again.
“hihh…”
it starts out quiet.
then he hitches again.
“hehh.. i-ihh..”
god. she feels like she could burn up into the stratosphere.
“h-hihh.. hehh..”
she swallows thickly. “you okay?” she asks, forcing herself to stare at the screen, because if she actually looks at him, she’ll never be able to focus on the video.
“s-sor-hehh.. s-sorry.. gotta… ghehh… g-gotta snee-heeh- sneeze… hhehh…” he chokes out, and she can’t take it anymore, she turns her head and watches as his nostrils flare, even wider this time, and his head tilts back, eyes starting to close, tongue peeking out from his parted lips. his chest is rising and falling at an unsteady rate, as he continues to hitch.
“hhehh… hHeH… HEHH.. HHEETCHIEW! HEE-ITCHIEW! EEESCHOO!!” he pitches forward, sneezing into another tissue, chest heaving. “ghuhh..” he groans, sounding absolutely exhausted, as mess drips down to his upper lip. his tissue is absolutely soaking, utterly useless now.
she’s about to speak again, but notices he’s gearing up for another bout of sneezing, so she hops off the bed and grabs a few tissues out of the tissue box on his windowsill. she grabs the computer off of his lap, the screen now wet with spray, pauses the video and places it on the ground. she jumps back on the bed, almost stricken immobile as he hitches.
“hihh… hhehh.. hah-hahh… hiiiihhh..”
it sounds stuck. she gets a stupidly evil idea in her head and parts her lips. “do you need a tissue?” there’s something in her voice that sounds laced with lust, but he’s too far strung out on sneezes to even notice.
“hhihh.. y-yehhh yes… pl-hehh.. please… i-ihhh.. hihh…” he reaches with a shaky hand to try and take them from her, but she draws her hand back, and pushes his hand gently into his lap.
“relax, just sit back. i’ve got you,” she says in a soft, confirming manner. she adjusts her position so their legs are pressed together, his legs are still dangling off the bed but she’s sitting on her feet next to him.
he doesn’t stop her as she holds the tissues in front of his face, pausing because she doesn’t know if he’ll judge her for itching his nose for him or if he wants her to, but she decides to do it anyways. she places her thumb and forefinger on either side of his nose, and her own breath hitches as she feels his flared nostrils against her fingers. she slowly begins to gently rub her two fingers together, almost pinching his nostrils shut as they flare against her fingers. he’s still hitching against her hands, chest heaving, but she needs to steady herself, so she places a hand on his chest.
“hHhh… hihh… h-hehhh… ghehh…”
oh good god. she could explode. this is the hottest thing she’s ever done. she continues to rub his nostrils together, and then traces the rims of his nostrils with her fingernails underneath the tissue.
“hhihh… hHeeh… HHEHH.. i-ihhm.. i’m-huhh.. i’m gohhnna… sneehh.. snehhh.. sn-sneeze… h-HIHH.. HEHHH… HHEETSHIEWW!! HHIITCHIEW!!!” he bucks forward as he sneezes, nose pressing further into her hand. she does her best to keep him steady, applying more pressure to the hand on his chest. she can feel his nostrils expanding against her fingers. “HSZZITCHIEW!!! HEEETCHIEW!!! HEEEESCHOO!!”
he soaks through the tissues effortlessly, and she can feel his nostrils flare against her fingers and the palm of her hand is wet. she pulls her hand back softly, and a small string of mess attaches itself to the soaked tissue from his upper lip. he sniffles, face bright red.
he just sneezed all over her hand, she probably thinks he’s disgusting now. he can’t imagine the thoughts swimming around her mind, but if he could hear them, he’d be blushing madly. he already is, his face is a bright red because her hand is splayed out across his chest, and she’s sitting close to him. he feels hot.
she almost can’t move, her hand is soaked. she lowers it, watching as the mess trails from his upper lip. she tosses the soaked tissues aside, and silently takes her hand off of his chest, to slides off the bed and grab the box of tissues.
“i’m sorry..” he finally apologizes, stammering out the words. “i didn’t know it would get all over you.” he desperately wants to wipe his nose, but he has no tissues or even a sleeve, because he just had to wear a short sleeved shirt today.
she places the box of tissues next to her, slightly out of his reach, and pulls one out of the box anyways, carefully and dutifully wiping the mess from his lip.
“it’s okay,” is all she can manage to get out. he attempts to take the tissue from her. “you don’t have to do that.”
her hand pulls back, as if teasing him. “it’s okay,” she repeats, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as she says, “i don’t mind.”
it could mean such a multitude of things, that she doesn’t mind him sneezing into her hand or making a mess, or that she doesn’t mind cleaning him up. in reality, she’s thanking every conceivable higher being that this is happening now.
he sniffles, drawing her attention. “this is probably the sneeziest cold i’ve ever had… h-huhh..” his eyes start to close again.
without even thinking, she mimics her actions before, and catches two itchy sneezes, before crumpling the tissue up and placing it beside her. the mess sits on his lip. her hand goes back onto his chest, and he stares at her.
their relationship is messy. she still likes him, he knows that, but his feelings for her are nothing if not complicated. but even so, he still finds her beautiful. and she’s sitting so close to him.. he can feel his body getting hot. their faces are close, he can nearly feel her breath on his cheeks.
his pupils are so dilated that she nearly can’t see the color of his eyes. she knows that that’s a good thing, but it still doesn’t make what she’s about to do any less terrifying. she leans in an inch closer, and parts her lips.
“can i…?” she asks, softly, quietly. he almost
can’t believe it. she wants to kiss him right after he sneezed on her?
part of him knows he should say no. it’s late, he needs sleep, they both do, and it will only make things more complicated. but he can’t bring himself to even say it, much less tear his eyes away from her lips.
“okay,” he breathes out, and before he knows it, her lips are pressed into his own.
it’s a passionate kiss, their kisses always are, perfect and soft and needy. their lips fit together insanely well, and when she bites softly on his bottom lip, it draws a low moan out from his throat. her eyes fly open, she didn’t even know he still felt that way about her. but she quickly shuts them again, and carefully places her hands on his shoulders. his hands shakily wrap around her, and they dip underneath her sweater, resting on the bare skin of her back. it’s enough reassurance that he wants this as much as she does, and she wastes no time in drawing his bottom lip into her mouth, and shifting her position so she’s sitting up and straddling him, hands flying up to the sides of his face, fingers playing with his hair. he moans again softly, and the reassurance allows her to tug gently on his hair, causing him to moan again. she can feel him pressing against her crotch, he’s hard through his jeans. she blushes madly, and eventually he breaks the kiss for air.
they’re both taking in breaths, and his hands fall down to her hips, but he doesn’t pick them up. her eyes are wide and questioning, but before she can even ask what this means, his head is tilted back, eyes closing, nostrils flaring. before she even has time to grab tissues, he sneezes twice into her shoulder.
“hHHETCHIEW!! EIISHOO!! huhh…” the spray is light against her neck, but it’s still insanely hot. she looks down at him, and he’s almost even redder than before, if possible. “s-sorry, i’m so sorry,” he stammers out, and takes one hand off of her hip to reach for the box of tissues.
“erik, it’s okay,” she says softly, and grabs his hand gently before he can even reach the box, placing his hand back on the plush of her hip. “i don’t…. mind.. when you sneeze.” she says, her thumb stroking his cheek. he’s still pressing up against her, and it drives her wild. “oh,” he says, nodding his head. “okay.”
her fingers run down his chest and land at the hem of his shirt, playing with it as if trying to secretly communicate that she wants to take it off. he knows what this means, so he leans forward, and she lifts the shirt over his head.
he’s skinny, but not overtly toned. his stomach draws in a deep breath as the cold air hits his body, causing his nipples to harden. his stomach ghosts over his belt. god, she could nearly come from this sight alone. she always found him attractive, even if people judged her for her taste she didn’t once care. he was the most handsome boy
she’d ever seen.
his own fingers play with the hem of her oversized sweater, and as their eyes lock, he can tell she’s afraid to take it off. cate’s always been insecure about her body, constantly critiquing it and saying how she wants to look differently, but she’s always been beautiful to him. he pulls her sweater over her head, and feels heat rise to his lower stomach. she has curves in all the right places, full, milky breasts restricted in a nude colored bra, and her stomach is cropped in black leggings. her plush thighs are straddling his, he can feel the heat from her core pressing against his jeans and it’s driving him mad.
she’s broken eye contact with him, self consciously glancing at the box of tissues like it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever seen. it isn’t until he speaks that she looks back over to him.
“you’re beautiful,” he says, which makes her heart clench. he doesn’t call her hot, or pretty, or sexy, he calls her beautiful, which is so important to her. she blushes and smiles, before leaning down and softly kissing him.
as they make out, she starts to shift her hips and grinds against him, causing him to moan softly, and she feels a coil of heat rise in her stomach. it’s always so hot when he makes those noises. she takes one hand and dips down between the two of them to rub him through his jeans, feeling his member through the denim. he’s hot and thick, and he moans again against her hand, hips bucking upwards slightly. it’s got to be the hottest thing she’s ever seen.
he breaks the kiss again, breath hitching and eyes fluttering closed. “h-hihh… hehh… ahh… hhhh… HHHITCIEW!” his head snaps forward when he sneezes, and quickly, she places her hand on the nape of his neck, pressing his face into the valley of her chest.
god, it’s the hottest thing she’s ever witnessed. but he’s not done. “HH-HHESSSHOO!! IEEESHIEW! IIIGSHOO!!” he releases a volley of sneezes into her chest, and her head leans back, a quiet moan escaping her lips. “gnuh..” he breaths out against her skin, causing her to shudder.
“fuck, erik,” she whispers softly, before quickly trying to mask how she really feels about him sneezing into her skin. “a-are you okay? those sounded itchy.”
he picks his head out of her breasts he scrubs his nose against his wrists. the squelching noise is enough for her to roll her hips against him, her core pressing his hard member. god, this is hot. she feels drunk.
“m’sorry,” he breathes, sniffling. “i didn’t mean to sneeze on you.” her breath catches in her throat and she bites her lip heavily. “y-you’re fine, it’s okay. i don’t mind.” she replies to him, face burning. she places her hand on the side of his face, her thumb swiping his top lip and smearing mess. “you can sneeze on me. you don’t have to hold them back.” she blurts out, nearly drunk on how hot the whole situation is. he looks up at her with a confused expression. “is this.. um, are you..?” he asks carefully, and she nods, leaning in so her lips are touching his earlobe. “i think it’s hot when you sneeze on me, erik.” the sentence itself is so dirty that he can’t help squeezing her hips gently on instinct, and gasps softly when he feels her fingers at the hem of his jeans, undoing his belt buckle.
“can i?” she asks softly, quietly. he nods quickly, like that’s a question he would ever say no to. she undoes his belt and he sits up so she can pull it out from the loops of his jeans, and while she does this, he unzips his pants and pulls them down, kicking them off his ankles. she looks down at his dick, which is straining against the fabric. there’s a stain on his boxers, a small leak of precum that makes her pussy throb. she quickly takes off her leggings and discards them on the floor, and reaches for her bra, taking it off and flinging it behind her. his eyes immediately drop to her full, milky breasts, and slowly, he leans forwards and places soft, chaste kisses at the base of her neck. she threads her fingers in his hair, soft breaths leaving her in gasps as he kisses her all over. he’s never been one to take initiative, so this is innately surprising to her. he sighs against her collarbone, and brings a shaky hand up to play with her right breast. as he squeezes it, she instinctively grips his hair tightly, causing a moan to draw from his lips. he looks up at her with the widest pupils she’s ever seen, and she looks down at him, positive hers are blown out as well.
“kiss me, erik,” she breaths out softly, and he obliges, leaning up to her and connecting their lips. after a few seconds, her hand slips from his hair to lightly cup his throbbing member, still hard underneath the fabric of his boxers. it takes merely her touch to get him to moan again, and gently, her fingers wrap around the outline of him and begin to move up and down. one of his hands leaves her hips and wraps itself around her back, the ghost of his fingernails raking her back. his hips start to buck up shamefully against her hand, and he finds it harder to concentrate on kissing her as she begins to stroke him. eventually, he breaks their kiss to throw his head back against the wall, eyes rolling into the back of his head from pleasure.
her movements begin to slow, and she eventually stops, causing him to lift his head and look up at her. her fingers start to play with the edge of his waistband, and she locks eyes with him, seemingly asking if she can dip below the fabric and touch him. he could never picture a universe where he’d say no, and nods quickly. her fingers slowly peel down the fabric just below his balls, and his member juts out from the fabric, pointing straight at her. she blushes, a small smile on her face, before slowly wrapping her fingers around his dick, her thumb lightly circling his tip, causing him to inhale sharply through his nose, which is enough to trigger another sneezing fit. “w-wait…. i hh… hhave t-to… huhh.. HHUH…. HIETCHEW! HHZITCHIEW!! HEISSSHOO!!” each sneeze is more desperate than the last, causing him to pitch forwards with every one, his face nearly knocking into her shoulder. snot leaks down his upper lip, and he reaches for a tissue, but she swats his hand away. “trust me,” she says at his confused stare, and slowly wipes away the mess with her thumb, moving her fingers around so the snot is all over her hand. “just relax,” she cooes, and begins to stroke him gently, starting at the base, and sliding her hand up towards the end, her thumb leaving her fist to smooth over his leaking tip. he shudders, a hearty breath leaving his lips, followed by a small moan, “huhhh..”
it shoots a pulse of heat shoot through her, and she squeezes her thighs together. she wants nothing more than to plant herself on his face and have him sneeze into her dripping cunt, but these things take time. she has to be patient, she was never patient before. this is where it counts.
she slowly, lovingly, almost, begins to move her hand up and down his throbbing dick, her thumb sliding over his tip as she reaches the top. he moans, bucking his hips up into her hand, his fingers curling against the hem of her panties. his chest heaves again, and he pitches forward, sneezing into her shoulder. “HEEESHOO!! HIEEESSHOO!! HIITCHIEW!! guhh…” his lips press against her skin and he sniffles wetly. she nearly moans in response, but presses her lips shut as her fist moves up and down his shaft. he whimpers on her skin, in between pressed kisses on her neck and collarbone. “f-fuck, cate… i’m getting close…” he sighs, his breaths hitching again. mess is leaking out of his nose, some of it wiped along her shoulder. pre-cum leaks from his tip, mixing with the mess covering his length. he moans against her skin again as she continues her ministrations, keeping up the pace and occasionally smearing her thumb over the head of his member, eliciting loud, dirty moans from him. that spurs her on enough to take her other free hand and bury it in her panties, her fingers spreading her folds apart and rubbing her sensitive nub, throwing her head back and biting her lip to keep herself from moaning. her middle finger pushes deep inside herself and she leans into her hand, sucking in a deep breath. she has to pause with her finger inside herself in order to keep her pace with erik, but it feels amazing all the same.
eventually, she feels him hitch into her skin, another few sneezes building up. “h-hehh… heh-heh-hhehh… HIHH- HI’IITSHIEW!! HETSHIEW!! IIIGHSOOO!! HEH-HE’ISHOO!!” she feels the splatter against her skin, and he pulls back, a trail of mess traveling from her shoulder to his nose. she halts her movements, making sure he’s okay first. but before she can even ask, he speaks.
“y-yuhh… your.. pah-pah-pahhnties.. need something to blow… blow into.. huhh.. hurry-!” he does his best to stave off his hitching, his fingers shaking as they loop themselves around the hem of her panties. she takes her hand off of his shaft and he yelps at the feeling, now thrown into a helpless loop of hitching. “hihh.. huhh.. c-cate, pluh..please.. hehh.. h-huhh…”
she feels a pulse in her core from how he whimpers her name, and she quickly slides her undergarment off and gives it to him, mumbling a small, “here”, because it’s all she can get out. he takes it from her with a shaky hand, and lifts the fabric up to his nose, hitching heavily.
“ahh… hahh… hahhh…” his eyes flutter closed, and as she slowly curls her fingers back around his member, he whimpers and arches his back.
“f-feels… feels so-so guhh.. good.. huhh.. huhh…” his chest stops moving altogether, even as she continues stroking him, she can’t help but circle her clit with a slow shaky finger as she watches his nostrils expand, his face buried in her panties. after what seems like an eternity, he lets out a breath, like he’s maybe staved off the sneezes after all. but then, he wipes his nose with the fabric, and she can see where her wetness has stained it, and as he takes a slow inhale of her scent, nearly shuddering at it, his eyes roll back into his head and he lets out a volley of sneezes.
“HEETSHOO! HIEEESHOO!! HA’ASCHOO!! HEETCHIEWW!! IIIGSCHOO!!” he sprays her panties with his sneezes, and she has to pull her finger out from inside herself to guide his head back between her breasts again. she needs to feel his spray against her. as she draws him in, her hand speeds up, and his arms clap around her back, one hand reaching down to grasp her ass firmly, his hand shaking with every sneeze.
“ASCHOO!! EESCHOO!! IEESHIEW!! HE’EESCHOO!! HE’ITCHIEW!! HEESCHOO!! IIGSCHIEW!! IITCHIEW!! HEH-HEH-HEESCHIEW!! f-fuhhck, m’gonna… gohh.. gonna-!”
the pressure begins to take a toll on him, and within a few mere sneezes, she feels his dick twitch. before she’s fully aware, his hot seed spurts from his dick and covers her hand, his stomach, and her thighs. her chest is covered in his spray, and his mess. he sneezes again, exhaustingly, and pitifully collapses against. her.
“HEH-EH- ESSCHIEWW!! uhhh…. oh my god, cate… huhh…” he moans, nearly out of breath from the whole endeavor.
“i know, i know. you did so well,” she coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks, forehead and shoulders. she takes a few tissues from beside them and wipes off her hands, thighs, and carefully, erik’s member, before throwing the tissues in the trash and laying down next to him, continuing to pepper him with kisses. she tries to ignore the burning itch between her legs, and how she can feel his dick pressed up against her as they’re laying face to face. she has to ignore it, or else this night will last forever. she smooths some hair out of his face, and leans forward, kissing his reddened nose. he drapes one arm around her waist, and throws the covers over the both of them.
wordlessly, they stare into each other’s eyes. what does this mean? they’d never had a night like this, not even when they were together. neither of them has the courage to speak, and slowly, their eyes begin to close.
if you made it this far, congrats. criticism is always appreciated! i’ll be working on part 2 soon <3
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part six of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles
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authors note part six yay...drama awaits
brief description karaoke night leads to a run in with paparazzi. y/n's face is splashed everywhere, and harry doesn't know what to do.
warnings! alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, angst, drama. around 5.3k words angels.
inexperienced!fwb!reader x fwb!harry
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Daisy called Y/n up Thursday morning while walking to a lecture that she was not particularly excited to attend. She always felt like she had aged ten years when she stepped out of the lecture theatre. The tune of her ringtone played in her headphones as she felt the Spring wind hit her face. The weather was getting warmer but the mornings were still very chilly in London. 
She hit answer instantly without checking who it was. It was likely either Harry, her mum, or Daisy.
“Y/n!” Chirped Daisy into the phone.
“Hi, Babe.” Said Y/n calmly into the phone, startled by Daisy’s excitement. 
Daisy was a bartender, who owned her own small business on the side, she made handmade clothes. So Y/n was surprised that Daisy was calling her at nine in the morning, she usually worked nights and slept all throughout the day and even then she was busy with sewing and screen printing when she was awake.
“I was going to wait until I see you, but I can’t!!” She sounded completely ecstatic.
Y/n pinched her brows as she grinned at her friend’s utter excitement, “What?! What?! Spit it out, Mate!”
“James!” She cried and Y/n could only assume it was one of three things. They are moving in together, she’s pregnant, or James finally popped the question. She didn’t know if it was the latter, maybe all three. James was that kind of guy, he acted quickly and on impulse but when it came to Daisy he was more calculated he cared too much to do that.
“James?” Y/n asked walking towards the small coffee stand that was in the middle of the courtyard. She needed a very large latte to get through this lecture. Maybe even a cookie, they made this really good pistachio and macadamia nut one, and she loved it so much she had to put a ban on buying one every day because it was draining her bank account.
“He wants to marry me!!” Daisy cheered, and Y/n could imagine her arms up in the air as she ran around in her pyjamas. 
Y/n made a sound of excitement and the group of people in front of her turned around and looked at her with a judging look, but Y/n did not care!
“No way!” She gasped, stopping herself from jumping up and down too. “Fucking finally!” She cheered into the phone, a big cheek-splitting grin coming across her face. They’d been together since fucking preschool.
“We are going out to a karaoke bar tonight, I’ve invited everyone to surprise them, so you don’t know act surprised. But I just had to tell you! Can you make it? 8:30 Lan Kwai Fong?”
Y/n had an assignment to do but she thought fuck it, James and Daisy were getting married! Her best friends were getting married! Finally! She was so happy for them and if she did a chunk of this essay right now it would be fine.
“I’m there. See you tonight. Congratulations, Baby!”
“Bye, love you!” Daisy chirped.
“Love you, too.” Y/n finished and hung up, she was finally at the front of the line and she ordered her latte and cookie before quickly grabbing it from the redheaded barista and rushing off to her class. 
She was five minutes late so she came in through the back looking for her only friend in the class and his long brown hair. She hoped he was here, she wanted to ask him about the exam next week and she felt like she hadn’t seen him in forever. 
She saw him instantly and sat down beside him, he looked up with a smile.
“Y/n, hey.” Said Mitch softly, his hair was tied up today and he was in a One Direction shirt which made Y/n giggle to herself, no one knew she knew Harry Styles except mega fans (she knew the boys too!). It was like her little secret.
Y/n handed him one of the two cups in her hand.
“Cinnamon soy.” She whispered as she opened her laptop eyes moving ahead to the boring professor who was sitting down at his desk speaking about god knows what. This class just gave her extra points towards her degree, which meant she finished quicker. Mitch was in an entirely different degree and was taking it as a prerequisite for another class. They met back in first year, study buddies.
Mitch patted her shoulder, a smile cracking on his normally stoic face. “You’re a gem, Mate.”
Y/n practically fell asleep during the next few hours but she managed to get her essay finished, all she had to do was edit now. She was very happy with that. At the end of the lecture, Mitch was telling her something about his girlfriend Sarah having a house party and that she was welcome to come swing by, it was next week.
She told Mitch she would text him, and they both rushed off with a hug goodbye and Y/n to the train that took her home to Harry’s. Her headphones were blaring Taylor Swift as she made a mental to make sure to get off at the shops so she could buy some lunch for Harry, he was busy as a bee with his new Album and since their weekend away their schedules had suddenly filled keeping them apart. She wanted to see him even if it was just over some sandwiches on his living room floor, his company vastly improved her days. And since her Uni work was done basically, she had time to see him now.
As her mind dazed off it was no time before she was at her stop and she snapped out of her daydreams. 
Her heavy backpack weighed on her as she walked into the supermarket. She decided on making her version of a fast food sandwich. She grabbed meats and ingredients for salads and even got Harry this box of tea that had a little bear on the front, it was strawberry flavour which she’d never tried, the bear just reminded her of Harry. He had a pink shirt with one on the front just like it.
After she got everything she needed she caught a bus to his place, which had become a bit of a routine now. It didn’t take her long to get there, the weight of all these bags had her shoulders aching but she would carry a bolder uphill to please Harry, so what was a little groceries on a five-minute walk?
She hit the security buzzer by his fence and Harry let her in instantly. The gates opened and he stepped out of his front door with a look of surprise on his face. He was in pyjama pants and a small shirt that had a bunny rabbit on it. It showed a sliver of his tummy. His hair was up in a little top knot and she could tell he was in full work mode.
“Angel, what are you doing here?” He asked with a big grin when she was close enough to hear. 
Y/n shrugged at him with a big smile on her face. “Missed you, H. I come bearing gifts.” She lifted the bags in show, “I’m gonna make us lunch.” 
He pulled her into his arms and took the heavy bags from her arms before pecking her lips in greeting. 
“You are a goddess. I’m so hungry.” He smiled as they walked inside. 
Y/n took off her layers and boots as she walked into the kitchen following after him. The living room had three of his guitars strewn out and the book he used to write, along with loose pages scattered everywhere. 
Sometimes he’d pull that little book out while they were in bed and he would try and write out how beautiful her blissed-out face was post orgasm in words, or in the morning when she met his gaze, he’d quickly grab the pink thick and full book and scribble something that he never let her read. 
He said she’d have to wait and listen until his new album was out. The fact that some of his songs might’ve been about her gave her a rush of energy and smittenness towards him. She never thought a boy would write a song about her, especially Harry!
She began to make the sandwiches so he could sit and tell her about his day so far, he watched her dreamily speaking slowly and lazily as he usually did.
He interrupted himself, “You look beautiful today, Y/n.”
She blushed, her movements stuttering as she shook her head. She had messy hair that needed a wash, smudged lipstick and a pair of loose jeans and a jumper that actually belonged to him on. Harry had a way of making her feel completely flustered, like she was in a floor length gown when she was really just in lazy sloppy stained clothes. But to him, she practically was.
“Harry, do you do that just to make me lose my mind, or what?”
He giggled. “Well, partly, but it’s like an itch I’ve got to scratch. I simply must tell you. Like when you look at a pretty sunset, you can’t help but take a photo or tell everyone to come and admire it’s beauty.”
She rolled her eyes, a warmth filling her belly. “Sap.”
“Hey!”
“I’m kidding, H. I just….feel speechless when you say things like that.”
Harry grabbed her hand from across the bench and squeezed it.
They enjoyed their sandwiches with some of the bear tea which Harry said he liked, and they watched a few episodes of Friends because that was Harry’s favourite show. It was becoming normal for them to do this sort of thing. Y/n then asked hopefully if he would come tonight.
He said he would be able to if he got back to it after the next episode. Y/n was glad to hear that. 
“Do you want to use my study it’s soundproof, you can do some Uni work or even take a nap, Petal. You look sleepy. Got much Uni to do?” He didn’t want her to go, even if he was busy. He liked knowing she was pottering about. She began treating his home much like her own and he was happy. He loved finding things of Y/n’s here and there, and her scent on his sheets. Or even a strand of her hair on his jumper.
She sighed at the thought of a nap and longed for a short one. “Oh, I’m so getting into your bed.” Wondering why she hadn’t thought of that earlier, he smiled amusedly and kissed the top of her head. 
They finished the episode and then Y/n left him to go sleep in his bed. She turned on the fancy diffuser he had in his room, putting in a lavender-scented oil. He’d told her one day it was one he used before sleep, usually when she wasn’t there to aid him with her soft scent and touch. She shut the curtains too to block out any light and stripped out of her clothes and slid inside his cool silky sheets. Her bare skin felt so cosy against the warmth of his bed.
She shut her eyes and when she woke up an hour and a half later she was surprised she had slept with such ease. She hadn’t realised how tired she was. She thought it was probably because Harry’s house and room were such a comfort to her now. The musky smell of his natural odour clung to the sheets, something that was just Harry — she loved it, and wasn’t something that was easily washed away. The fact she could hear him doing his thing downstairs and talking made the perfect white noise.
The soft pillow he slept on each night was like a cloud and the hum of the diffusor was calming to her. 
Her small rest was needed, and made her feel much perkier, she sat up groggily, still feeling slightly asleep and confused. She grabbed her phone to check the time. She rubbed her eyes softly getting up so she could go home and get ready. She told Harry she’d meet him there tonight, because she needed her clothes and makeup, and wanted to wash her hair. When she told him she’d get the train home he refused and got his driver to take her back home. He was always like that.
He gave her a kiss on her head goodbye and told her he’d see her tonight. She smiled brightly, and he gave her one back.
On the twenty-minute drive home, she felt like a politician or something. Or royalty even, like that scene in Princess Diaries when Mia’s grandma shows up. 
The driver’s name was Brad, and he was also Harry’s bodyguard. Nice, but quiet and professional. The windows were tinted so darkly, and it was such a fancy car. It had snacks, a TV, and champagne. Not that Y/n needed any of that, the drive was fairly quick and she wasn’t a rockstar on her way to perform. She was just going home. 
When the car pulled up outside her apartment building she thanked Brad kindly and told him to have a good evening, and she stepped out the air was damp and smelt of rain and walked upstairs and into her apartment. She had been here all week instead of at Harry’s, stewing in her mess rather than his luxury, because she’d been busy working on Uni assignments and exams. She decided to clean since she had a few hours to kill until tonight. The pile of dirty clothes in her laundry was starting to grow eyes and a personality now and she really did not want to clean it. She started organising into piles of whites, blacks, delicates and others.
As she waited for all her laundry to be done she contemplated finally asking Harry out for real, she was sitting on top of her dodgy washing machine that tended to shake so much it fell on its side if there wasn’t enough weight on top of it. It was annoying, but she honestly couldn’t afford a new one.
She stared off mindlessly at the tiled walls of her small laundry room, imagining him as her boyfriend, what would it be like to date him officially? Would much change? He acted pretty lovely already.
They had wonderful and passionate sex, he took her to dinners and fun places, dates, and every little thing in-between. I mean, isn’t that what a boyfriend does? She’d ask any of her friends for advice if it wasn’t Harry Styles she was with and on top of that Haz her childhood friend who she hoped would not mess up the group because of their ‘relationship’. She didn’t know what her friends would say about it, and she really didn’t want to disappoint them. At Uni she had a few mates like Sarah, Mitch and Adam, but she wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt she stopped her childhood circle of friends from being normal. It was not that she didn’t trust them either, just that she knew how important privacy was between them. Nothing was private when you were famous, or knew a famous person. Also, she didn’t want Harry to find out about how she felt, what if he really only wanted sex like they had agreed on?
She also kind of wished, even if it would hurt her feelings, that she could ask an ex-fling of his. Was he just a romantic? Or was he different with her compared to the rest?
The whole thing was a mindfuck, so she liked to pretend it wasn’t something to worry about. But the weight of it was beginning to get her down. As she made it to the final task on her list of mopping her hardwood floors and having mulled over the whole thing for about an hour, she decided that tonight she’d test the waters. Mention something about them, and bring it up. Just to see how he would react to the idea, and then reevaluate from there.
By the time she’d hung her laundry out on her balcony pegging it to a wire, she realised it was already dark and that she needed to go get ready for tonight. 
She made a light dinner for herself of a grilled cheese with tomatoes on too, and a cup of juice. She ate slowly enjoying the taste, and she heard the familiar sound of heavy downfall rain landing on her roof outside. Ah, London, always raining when Y/n felt herself overthinking! That was a lot, clearly. She hoped her laundry would dry eventually.
She finally finished and got up to wash the hair that was now greasier than ever, and clean the day off of her skin. After she got out feeling warm and clean, she was happy she could take her time styling her hair in her favourite way for going out and doing her skincare. As she applied the fancy mosturiser Harry had given her as a gift to her face and neck she basked in the floral and gentle smell. She sighed softly as she ran her fingers through her damp hair before drying and combing it.
She didn’t know what to wear now that it was raining. Lan Kwai Fong was a karaoke bar, and it was always so hot inside. But the air was chilly and damp now, so she decided to wear something with a few layers. She picked out her favourite jeans they were flared at the bottoms and rested lowly on her hips showing the top of her tattoo, a cute blouse that was red and black with floral designs on it, it was lacey. For shoes, she decided to wear black heeled boots that were leather and could handle the rain, and over the top, she wore a long black faux fur coat. It was warm, and she was happy with that. For jewellery, she wore her usual gold rings, necklace, earrings, and a few bangles. She’d found the ring that matched Harry’s necklace and slipped it on.
She applied makeup that accented her features and chose reddish lipstick to match her shirt. She felt pretty and was excited to go out and celebrate, though she had a slight pinch of anxiety in her tummy she brushed it off thinking good thoughts, and after all, it was just Harry. She knew that boy, he was just Harry from the end of the street. Not some wild sexy rockstar who was untouchable. Despite it all, Harry was still her old friend.
When her taxi arrived at the bar she was excited and could already see Daisy waiting out the front under James’ arm. Y/n rushed over sprinting into both of their arms and jumping up and down in pure childlike excitement. 
“Congratulations!” She cheered loudly with a giggle, before settling down when she saw Finnley, Olive, Penny, and Michael all in tow. She knew it was a surprised, and instantly acted as she normally would. 
She jumped at hearing the rumble of a voice behind her neck, hairs standing at the gentle vibration. 
“Hey, guys,” Said the familiar slow drawl of Harry. He rested closely behind her. He squeezed her hip in a hello before hugging everyone else and then finally her, wanting to act normal. They’d always been fairly touchy.
“Hey stranger, how you been?” She said acting as if it had been the same time away from him as everyone else. He smiled knowingly. 
“Not too bad, Pet,”
She smiled and all of them walked inside. Harry stayed close by her side and they made their way into a room that had a little stage and seats. Everyone placed their bags and coats down and left to get drinks. Harry and Y/n both decided to have some mojitos tonight and kick back a little. Harry was talking to the group about his work and his day, of songwriting and composing. Y/n acted like she hadn’t known that and asked questions, Harry appreciated her acting. He asked about Uni even though he already knew and then the conversation finally shifted to the real reason they were all here. 
James grabbed Daisy from beside Olive and they stood up before them. Daisy leaned into his side and held his hip under his shirt. “We are getting married!” She blurted out excitedly showing her hand and the ring that rested there. It was an antique snake ring made of gold with diamonds. Very Daisy.
Y/n squealed excitedly and everyone erupted with cheers. Daisy and James then began to discuss details about when and where, and the plan. Daisy was talking about the dress she wanted to the girls and the boys were discussing how James had popped the question. It was nice. The first one of them to get married, wow. They were growing up!
The night was perfect, it was just like always; fun, lighthearted, full of drinks and laughs. Memories fluttered through the voices of such familiar faces, and Y/n felt a sense of home. Harry had barely left her side all night he remained close by and they danced every few songs, goofily twirling or doing horrible moves on purpose. Her tummy hurt from laughing so hard.
When it finally came time for Y/n to sing up there like the others she wasn’t keen. So Harry put on a favourite of hers she simply couldn’t refuse. It was One Of Us by ABBA. Harry had a very specific memory of the pair of them singing it in his bedroom once. He always tied that song to her and that night in his bedroom.
Harry and Y/n were hiding up in his room from their mothers who were having one too many wines downstairs with other parents from the neighbourhood, it was Easter long weekend. The pair of them had gotten sick of socialising and talking about what their plans were after school, they were only halfway through their final year of school and had already been asked too many times to count.
Y/n flopped onto his bed with a sigh grabbing his favourite turtle pillow, Terry, and scooped the stuffed animal into her arms. They always hid up here when they were sick of the adults. Harry sat on a beanbag by his CD player watching her. He always watched her, eyes never shying away from her face which always brought a radiance of heat to her skin. 
She looked cute. She was in a pink floral dress, it was long and she had paired it with her favourite pastel yellow cardigan. Her hair was styled into two plaits with ribbons. She looked rather angelic. 
She was mumbling a complaint about how she had no bloody idea who she wanted to be when she grew up, and how she didn’t think that was such a bad thing. Harry could only nod in agreement. 
She looked at his tall shelf of CDs and sighed. “Put some ABBA on, they always make everything better.”
So he did. 
The track played as background noise for a while as they talked, Harry told her of his aspirations to sing and she told him of her aspirations to be happy and content. Eventually, it finally hit one of her favourites, One Of Us, she gasped.
“Turn it up!” 
He obeyed turning to the dial louder. She stood up on his bed still holding Terry, and began to sing and jump on the bed. For an eighteen-year-old, she felt like a kid sometimes. As she began to belt the lyrics very off-key, Harry covered his ears playfully and she stopped jumping. 
“Hey, you try jumping and singing then!” She said and Harry took that as a challenge. He toed his shoes off and joined her placing his hands in hers and began to jump with him as they belted the lyrics between laughs.
Harry’s voice was soft and nice on her ears so she shut her lips just so she could hear him louder, and she wished she could just listen to him for hours. She was almost certain he would be someone one day. 
When the song ended they flopped down on his squeaky bed with a laugh, backs pressing into the soft springy mattress. Then Gemma came in and made a complaint about Anne dancing. 
Y/n and Harry sat up and then followed her downstairs. Somehow Y/n’s mother convinced them to get into a photo. ‘All grown up! Our babies!’.
The photo was in Y/n’s childhood bedroom back home. Harry’s hand was on her waist and Y/n leaned into him smiling, Harry was laughing in the photo Y/n couldn’t remember about what.
Harry slid her under his arm and gave her her own microphone, neither needed to look at the lyrics on the screen and as she sang and acted out the scenes she imagined went with the song. She was back in Harry’s house when the chorus hit.
He seemed to have gone back to then too. They smiled at each other knowingly. He was very close to her, their noses touching as she dragged her fingers down his chest seductively. The song was slower more dramatic so they acted out as if they felt that feeling.
Neither had noticed the flash of phones or cameras until the chorus when they turned to face their friends. Unfamiliar faces stared back at them, and Harry’s brows pinched.
Fans? Drunken people? The latter it seemed.
Y/n continued to sing into the microphone but Harry slightly deterred, stepping back from her. He didn’t mind if it was fans, but it was a private room. He really didn’t want this night to become about him. That night was about Daisy and James.
Y/n was suddenly aware of the way she had been touching him and pulled her hands away from his warmth.
When the song ended they both got off stage and Harry was swarmed. People called his name, asking for pictures and Y/n was surprised when one of them asked if she was Y/n.
Y/n frowned. How did they know? She nodded. 
“Hi.” 
Someone even asked to take a picture with her and in her bewildered state she let them. Harry noticed and frowned, this wasn’t what he wanted. 
“I’m really sorry, guys, but this s’a private event. And m’ with my friends. I can’t take that many pictures, and I would appreciate it if you respected that.” He tried to explain. The fans were pushy and Harry tried again. Y/n didn’t know what to do, but he gave her a pleading look for her help. She snuck away, with ease, to the front door of the bar and told the bouncers the situation they walked to the room she pointed at and she went to the bathroom, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
She leaned into the sink sighing deeply. It must be hard for Harry to live like this, they had nearly been spotted a few times and Y/n who kept little track of social media involving celebrities hadn’t noticed the few gossip pages that had photos of Harry with a mystery woman. Which was of course her. Harry hadn’t seen anyone else since Y/n had come to the forefront of his mind.
A paparazzi had taken one of them going to dinner in London to see Anne. It was just a photo of their interlocked hands. ‘Who is this mystery woman?’. Then another of the back of her body hidden in a coat getting in Harry’s car from that same night.
There was also a photo of Harry near her apartment walking titled ‘Harry seen leaving a friend’s house. A very pretty friend.’ That was on New Year’s Day.
Another photo was of the pair of them. It was that day they walked in the park hand in hand, Y/n swimming in his clothes. The title was called, ‘Harry on a Sunday stroll.’ It was the back of them. Miraculously Y/n’s identity had yet to be leaked. But Harry worried now that they would know. The fans had already taken photos and videos of them singing.
He had hidden all this drama from her. Not wanting to stress her out, and now he felt awful. He had ruined the night. For everyone, and Y/n would probably snap out of herself and realise now that he came with baggage.
When two large bouncers came in they realised the situation quickly and escorted the fans and people out from the room. Harry was grateful, that must’ve been Y/n. But where was she? When the room was quiet he apologised but his friends seemed to not mind too much but were grateful to be alone once more. Harry said he was going to the loo, but he was searching for Y/n.
When he left and walked down the hall hoping no one would recognise him, lost in thought and panic he felt a body bump into his. 
“Sorr- Oh, hey, Petal. Yeh’ okay?”
Y/n was looking up at him already. “Yeah, you?”
He nodded, pulling her into his arms and placing a kiss on top of her head. He whispered something about how he was sorry about all that, and Y/n was too focused on him to notice the photos being taken of them.
This time both their faces were visible in it. Due to their slightly intoxicated state, they were less aware of their surroundings and so Y/n pecked his jaw and red lipstick shade was left there. They went back into the booth and began to sing some more and brush off the incident trying to enjoy the rest of their night.
Daisy and Y/n sang a Fleetwood Mac song, and soon all ten of them were on the small stage shouting the words and laughing. Daisy was holding Y/n’s hand and Harry was holding Y/n’s hip and she felt so warm, safe, and comforted between them. They belted the words without microphones and giggled together. She felt so at home, they were her people.
James began to dance very badly and serenade Daisy and the stage was theirs now. Like they were actors from the actual Shakespearean time.
Romeo and Juliet by The Dire Straights played loudly over the speakers. That was their song. James fell to his knees dramatically and it reminded Y/n of that scene in Mamma Mia on the beach.
She and the others had a few more drinks and the night grew more blurry. At around one in the morning, they began to wrap up and were all on a high from the great news of their best friend’s engagement. The group walked together in each others’ warm touch and stumbled outside. A flash of blinding white lights hit their eyes startling them all. 
Y/n leaned into the nearby touch of Harry the flash burning her retinas as she tried to figure out where she was. It was disorientating. But Harry was all too familiar with it. Loud voices asked questions.
“Is that the mystery girl?!”
“Who are you dating?”
“Is it any of these women?”
“Look at that lipstick stain! Is it from Y/n?”
How did they know her name? What mystery woman? Was Harry seeing other people? 
Somehow James and Harry managed to get them out of the way so they could all get into their taxis. Harry didn’t get in beside her like she assumed he would, he just leaned into the window she rolled down handing her some money. “Get home safe, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
As he watched her car zoom off he bit his lip. Maybe it was time.
Weirdly as the car drove off Y/n felt tears prick in her eyes. What was happening?
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i need to know if jeno and mfal yn argue is it serious and how do they sort it out?
yeah they argue! it’s not super serious but tears, shouting, yelling, jeno taking the couch, and angry makeup sex is involved!
one instance i can think about of one of their more serious fights is jeno basically having a go at her for impulsively spending money and being reckless with it, basically yn is incredibly clumsy and she looses a lot of things so her solution is just placing an order to replace it. jeno got really pissed off at her for that, it started a quite intense shouting and crying argument where jeno just said that he’s pissed because she doesn’t even try to find what she’s lost and that she thinks money is the easy way out :( yn just sobbed cus she didn’t think it was a big deal at all but suddenly they were arguing about it?
they give each other the silent treatment if they argue lmao and jeno will take the couch but in the middle of the night yn will end up on top of him and he just accepts it… he’ll hold her tight and kiss her sleeping eyelids
and angry sex? yeah! soft and emotional makeup sex? yes! yn will also flash him and he’ll just stop screaming, his mind will go blank and he’ll push her against the closest surface and fuck her and slap her ass and pussy and call her a naughty girl. he’ll choke her and arch her neck, moaning into it as he presses open mouthed kisses to the skin, he’s harsh with it, he’ll leave a mark. alsooo they have a rule for when they argue! either of them can just shout “time out” and they agree to leave it for later and finish it then. they’ll most likely have sex in between and try to forget about the argument and just make love to each other. yn shouts “time out” the most and jeno can’t do anything about it because the next thing he knows she jumps in his arms, legs around his waist and she’ll make out with him and ughhh god
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nothing’s gonna hurt you baby (carmy x f!reader) - epilogue
Note:  We finally reach the end of this story. Thank you to everyone who read, liked, re-blogged, sent an ask, sent a reply, screamed in the tags, read on ao3, commented, kudos. I love you. This chapter is dedicated to you. I made a little playlist for the finale (found here on spotify) – and I admit, I listened obsessively to the final instrumental song during the last half of the chapter.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ Content! (Explicit Language).
Synopsis: In the aftermath, you find the less jagged pieces of glass, and start to rebuild your life. The future sprawls outward, unknown, terrifying, and beautiful.
And in the end, Carmy asks you a single question.
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Carmy returned to the Beef after his impromptu AA meeting. He stopped short in the kitchen after seeing Tina with her arm around a familiar middle-aged woman with dark hair. Tina turned around with an encouraging smile.
“Your girlfriend sent her.” Tina explained, squeezing Dani’s shoulder.
“She’s…” Carmy caught his tongue between his teeth.
You were his girlfriend. You talked about it this morning. You wanted to go on dates, be sexually monogamous, and someday introduce him to your friends and family. That was serious. You were serious about him. Now, you offered Dani because you knew there was a chance Marcus wouldn’t come in today. This wasn’t a random act of kindness. Everything he knew about you; he didn’t consider you to be impulsive or irrational. You were committed and tenacious. And he liked that about you. You sent Dani for a reason. He understood the gesture. You were starting your apology.
“I’m going to fill in for Marcus.” Dani said. “Unless you don’t want me to, of course. She was adamant that I don’t overstay my welcome.”
Tina gasped. “We would love to have you here for the day, right Jeff?”
“Yeah, yeah. For sure.” Carmy nodded, distracted. He felt unglued. His eyes ached from holding back tears at the meeting. He had a hundred other things to handle including Syd’s prep.  He refastened his apron around his waist and popped a few chalky TUMS into his mouth.
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Carmy took his phone out of his pocket, the sounds of the bachelor party raged behind him, and swiped open the waiting text message from you.
It read: I’m sorry. I won’t bother trying to explain myself, because I think it would just sound like a bunch of excuses and there’s no excuse for how I treated you. I was an asshole.
Followed by a second text: Come by later maybe? I’ll cook something other than toast and we can talk about it.
He texted you in return: Okay. Cicero’s friends are using the Beef for a bachelor party. It could be late.
Richie said, “fucking asshole.”
Carmy pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m standing right here doing nothing.”
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He should’ve know this night wasn’t going to be peaceful. He had some good news with your text for reconciliation, and  the world had to kick him in the balls to keep the balance. Richie was in police custody. He hadn’t called you yet. He didn’t know how to have the conversation if Richie was about to be charged with manslaughter. He rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefingers as his migraine pounded his eyelids. Your contact photo smile at him from the screen. It was the group photo of your team at the North River Spring Festival.
He should get a better photo. He wanted a better photo. The desire struck him like a bolt of static energy jumping from the carpet to his socks. He started at the photo as if seeing it for the first time. It went beyond the picture, he realized. He wanted more time with you. He wanted to work through this weird obstacle so he could have new pictures, new memories, a future in whatever shape fit you both. All his anger from earlier seemed trivial now in the square of his blue-white screen and beneath the buzzing, harsh waiting room lights.
He pressed the call button on the screen.
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Through the help of therapy and planning with your insurance company, you managed to keep your anxiety under control. You folded more origami cranes, you went grocery shopping, you talked to several people (employees, lawyers, and insurance) in regard to your bakery. You waited to hear from Carmy. You talked about your relationship…a lot…to your therapist. Eventually, she called you out with a single question: “how much of this self-sabotage is because you don’t feel worthy of what Carmen is offering?”
She gently, but firmly, reminded you that conversations cannot be held if someone is running in the opposite direction. Once you got off the call, you texted Dani, and asked her to offer support for the Beef. It took a few hours before you gained the courage to text Carmy an apology. He deserved more than a text, but considering his business, you saved everything else for later.
Carmy’s contact lit up your screen. Your heart thudded painfully into your ribs. What if he didn’t accept your apology? What if he changed his mind and called it quits? You swallowed down your anxiety. You weren’t going to solve anything by spiraling. You inhaled deeply, grounding yourself, and answered the phone.
“H-hey.” He cleared his throat. Exhaustion laced his tone. Your skin prickled in response. You wished he was nearby, close enough to touch, and you imagined carding your fingers through his curls in an attempt to comfort and soothe him.
You curled your knees up toward your chest on your couch, “bachelor party go alright?”
“Not really.”
You sat in silence while Carmy spoke. You tugged at a loose fiber on the blanket and twisted it until it snapped. When Carmy finished, all you could manage was a soft and meaningful, “fuck.”
“Yeah.” He sighed.
“Well, I have to go to the police station in the morning to meet with the guy handling my case.” You began, stretching your legs out from underneath you, “I could come there tonight and keep you company? Have you – um – eaten?” You asked.
“No.” Your heart dropped. He coughed quickly, “I mean, no, I haven’t eaten. My stomach’s kinda fucked. It’s always fucked, honestly.”
“Alright, heard.” You wrinkled your nose, smiling. He chuckled softly, quietly, on the end of the line. The silence stretched like a dust filled horizon. You started grouping together your necessary things, your keys, your coat, your shoes, and wallet. There weren’t many restaurants open at this hour, but you had leftovers from your own dinner, and you packed those away into a plastic bag.
You said, “date night at the police station?”
“How memorable.” Carmy deadpanned. Yet you could hear the dry, sarcastic humor in his tone.
You and Carmy would be okay. You’d figure it out. You weren’t ready to give up. Not really. The chaos of your bakery momentarily fucked with your head, but it didn’t fuck with your heart. Your heart wanted Carmen Berzatto. You wanted to find the joy among the tragedy, the grief. You wanted to watch bad movies with him. You wanted to hold his hand in the grocery store. You wanted to smile at him from across the street with the knowledge that you’d see each other at night.
“Maybe we can borrow some of their handcuffs.” You teased while pulling your arms through your coat sleeves. Carmy made a strangled noise. You stifled your smile and your cheeks ached.
He said, “You have a way of gettin’ my mind off shit, I’ll give you that.”
“Happy to be of service.” You cradled your phone between your ear and shoulder, smiling, “I’m gonna head out. See you in a few.”
“Mhm. See you.”
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The bottle of ginger-ale hissed when you twisted the cap and passed it wordlessly to Carmy. His puzzled, blue eyes blinked owlishly at you. You resisted the urge to bop him on the nose with your index finger.  
“For your fucked stomach.” You explained before reaching into the plastic bag at your feet. You pushed an empty soda cup from Arby’s out of the way with your foot.
“Why do you have so many fucking fast-food cups?!”
“It’s Richie’s car.” Carmy said after taking a slow sip of ginger ale. You snapped upright and leveled him with a stare. No, no way. You twisted your spine, looking at the back seat, and yes—you recognized this upholstery. Beige. Boring. Kind of cramped. Your mouth gaped as horror and comprehension dawned.
“We fucked in Richie’s car?!” You shouted in alarm, your cheeks warm. “You said it was your car, Carmy! I explicitly remember you saying it was yours.”
Carmy laughed, pressing the back of his knuckles against his nostrils.
“A white lie.” He said, clearing his throat, “would you have fucked me if I said it was my employee’s car?”
“I don’t know!” Your laughter bubbled up at the absurdity of it. It loosened the tension inside your chest. Carmy laughed with you—his quieter, more subdued—and your soul brightened to hear it.
“Jesus Christ.” You rubbed a hand down the length of your face and returned your gaze to his. “Did you tell him?”
“What?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Fuck no.”
“Good.” You reached across the center console and held out your hand, “this secret dies with us.”
He took your hand, squeezing it, and his expression softened. He didn’t let go of your hand. His thumb rubbed across the bumps of your knuckles. Your body inclined closer as if pulled to him by an invisible string, and you sighed. Your foreheads touched his. The air blasting from the vents in the center dashboard tickled the side of your face. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to weep. The weight of everything that happened this morning pressed onto your lungs.
This was the scary part. Letting him in, letting see everything you feared, all your real and imagined worries, and panic.
He whispered, “you ready to talk about today?”
You said, “I’m sorry for bolting and pushing you away when you were just like…” You swallowed with some difficulty, “being a good person and trying to be a good partner to me. I – I just – I got lost inside my head. I’m sorry.”
He squeezed your fingers.
“I get it. I – uhm – one time, I bailed on Syd after asking her to implement a hierarchy. It was a shitty thing to do, but I did it, because I felt like the fucking building was on fire and if I stayed for another second I was gonna lose my mind.”
“God, we make quite the pair, don’t we?” You asked with a small, self-deprecating laugh.
“Yeah, yeah…” He smiled, fond and sincere. “We really do.”
You leaned back int your seat. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Your words were clumsy, but you managed to pull them like floss through your teeth. You told Carmy your fears, your worries, your hopes. You told him your suspicions about who might’ve sabotaged your bakery. You told him about your financial concerns because the money your grandfather provided was gone. You were too proud, too independent to ask your mom to help but there was a likely payout from the insurance company. However, the payout wouldn’t be immediate. And you needed to pay your employees. You were worried about them. They were your team. They needed you and the business to support themselves and their families.
Carmy ate the leftovers with container in his lap and listened. Several times, you worried you were talking in circles, confusing him, and you stopped to backtrack. You talked, and talked, until your throat was dry and sore.
You took a sip of his ginger ale and wrinkled your nose at the carbonation that tickled up your nose. He smiled, bashful, and turned his face away from yours. He stared through the windshield at the deserted, dark parking lot. You started cleaning and placing the Arby’s cups and napkins into your empty plastic bag.
“What are you doing?” Carmy asked, bemused.
You sighed, “when I’m anxious, I have to do stuff with my hands. It helps.”
Carmy reached over and covered his tattooed hand over yours. Your fingers twitched beneath his palm. Your head lifted, meeting his eyes, his face was painted in a hazy, orange glow from the streetlamps. His long, pretty eyelashes fluttered against his mole-dotted cheek.
Carmy was achingly beautiful and lovely. Artists should carve marble statues of his expressive face; they should paint Baroque oil portraits of him. He inclined forward and kissed you. His lips were soft, and chapped, and you sighed into his mouth. His tongue stroked languidly over yours. Your heart doubled, then tripled in size, and you interlocked your fingers between his. Sometimes you felt like this emotion between you and Carmy was delicate. Like a meringue or spun sugar. Other times, though, it felt supermassive and unshakable like the roots of a tree.
You chuckled suddenly against his mouth, remembering you were in Richie’s car, remembering the first time.
His other hand cupped your cheek, “What?” He mumbled onto your lips.
“I’m reminiscing.” You explained, nuzzling your face into his hand, lightly kissing the calloused mound of his palm. “I can’t believe the start of our relationship began in Richie’s car.”
Carmy exhaled shortly through his nostrils. “I don’t count that as the start.”
“Oh?”
The windshield softly pattered with fresh, slow raindrops. You tracked their movements down the glass, watching imaginary races, marveling at how the rain and light reflected onto Carmy’s contemplative face.
“The cupcakes.” He said, grazing his knuckles across your cheekbone, “I remember – uh – thinking you were the type of person who could do anything. I was – I am –impressed by you.”
“And that was the start of our relationship?”
He looked toward the pattering rooftop, “it was the start of something.” He said quietly. A warmth unfurled across your chest. You cradled his jaw between your hands. Your leg nudged over the empty soda cups in the holder. Wordlessly, between gentle kisses, you climbed into Carmy’s lap. He hummed from deep within his chest when you pushed your fingers through his greasy hair.
He kissed you slowly, tenderly, like you were two dancers learning the steps to a new song. There was no urgency to it. He exhaled heavily into your mouth and his hands held your face or your hips. The rain drummed against the roof in a staccato that mirrored your own rushing heartbeat.
You whispered, “are we going to be okay?”
His nose bumped yours. “Fuck if I know. Richie might go to jail.” He blinked up at you, “but, um, do you mean me and you?”
You nodded. Your future rolled out in a thousand, unique directions. As long as Carmy was next to you, on whatever path you were on, you figured you’d be alright. You would overcome this tragedy with your bakery. You’d stand by him in whatever happened with Richie. You’d swim through the waters of good days and bad ones – together.
“I – I think so.” He smiled tentatively. “I hope so. I’m not very good at this.”
Your throat tightened and prickled.  “Neither am I. We’ve established that.” You cleared your throat, your fingertips played with the curls at the nape of his neck, and your tongue poised at the back of your front teeth. You loved him. You knew it, in all its raw simplicity and perfection, you loved him. You blinked away the moisture in your eyes, your world soft and blurry.
He caught a tear on his thumb, “you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just relieved.” You admitted, shaking your head, “we should probably get back inside.”
“We should.” He agreed.  
You leaned back in the limited space; your spine nearly touched the steering wheel. Carmy watched you with amusement and fondness suffused within his blue eyes. He drew you close, letting you tuck your face into the crook of his shoulder, while his cheek leaned into your forehead. You felt his steady heartbeat beneath your palm.
Once you left the car, you would return to reality and all its problems and stress and heartache, and you suspected that Carmy wanted to linger here for a moment longer. And you weren’t going to deny him. You peered through the window. The rainfall blurred Chicago into a mix of dark blues and whites and nebulous red streaks of passing cars. It was surreal and otherworldly. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend that everything that happened this morning was a dream. You could start over, wake up in Carmy’s bed, and make him toast. But your phone lit up with a notification in the passenger seat and the illusion was shattered. You sighed, chastely kissed the hollow dip of Carmy’s throat and he murmured sleepily in response.
You said, “I can stay here if you need to go home and get some sleep.”
“Nah, no. No.” He rubbed his eye with the heel of his palm, “I’m good.”
You climbed from his lap and collected your phone. It was Ted. He was asking if he could send up a GoFundMe for the bakery repairs. You swallowed, texted him a reply, and pulled your coat over your head for a makeshift umbrella.
Carmy said your name. His brow furrowed like he was solving a complex math problem.
“Hm?” One of your hands held the door handle, the other your phone.
“There’s this dumb thing that Mikey…um…used to say to me when we were kids…” He began, “whenever I was scared, or nervous, or whatever…he’d – um – he’d say, ‘let it rip’.”
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You smiled at him. And it was like the sun shining through a snowstorm. Let it rip. The washed out, gray and blurry parking lot framed you in muted, orange light. Your coat draped lumpy over your head. He swallowed. Let it rip. He didn’t know what being in love felt like. He didn’t. He couldn’t. Right? He’s never dated. He’s never had an actual relationship. His heart is an idle muscle, fatigued and weak from years of disuse, from loving his brother who shunned and rejected him.
“I think that uh—” He licked his dry lips, “whatever happens with your bakery, I mean, you’re gonna be okay. You’re invincible.” And I love you. The worlds felt right. They felt true and honest.
“I’ll be here, you know? No matter what happens.” Because I love you. He couldn’t say it. He wanted to, but he couldn’t. Let it rip. Mikey’s words encouraged him, goaded him, urged him to be courageous. He rolled his lower lip between his teeth. I actually, really, love you.
Your expression softened, “Thanks, Carmy.”
You opened the car door and disappeared into the pouring rain toward the police station.  Carmy squeezed his hands around the steering wheel until his knuckles flushed white. He leaned his forehead against it and sighed. Love threatened to split him open. It threatened to pour out into everything he said, or did, as it perched—unspoken—between his teeth. He glanced to the empty ginger ale bottle and the organized trash pile. His heart squeezed as if in a vice. He pulled his collar up, tucking his neck into his shoulders like a turtle, and opened the car door.
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You and Carmy talked in low, intimate tones in the lobby. You talked about your pasts, school, accomplishments, and fond memories. He told you about the strange payments to KBL that Mikey made. You unintentionally avoided conversations about the future. It felt too unknown, too vague, with Richie’s conviction looming over your heads.
When you left him to find a bathroom, you noticed Richie standing by the police desk. He cradled the phone against his ear and spoke roughly, his eyes bright. You approached him. The phone clattered into the holder and Richie pinched the bridge of his nose.
Upon seeing you, he said, “Did they arrest you for tax evasion or some other rich person charge?”
“Mhm, yeah.” You leaned against the tall counter, searching his face. “You doing alright?”
“I’m fucking great.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. You grabbed a sticky note off the desk and wrote down a phone number. You hoped the guy would wake up, that Richie wouldn’t be charged with manslaughter, but you also wanted to prepare for every possibility. In this situation, you could help a little.
“This is my mom’s number. She runs a law firm. If you need like legal representation or whatever.”
Richie’s eyes glittered with amusement. “I’m flattered. But I don’t think I’m ready to be your stepdad.”
“Stop being a shithead.” You held the note out of reach, though you recognized his attempts at humor were his only defense. “I will eat this note and you’ll be stuck with some state-appointed bonehead with mustard stains on his suit.”
He sobered, “Alright, alright.” A beat. “I’m sorry. I appreciate the help. Okay? I do.”
You slid the note to him. He folded it and tucked it away into his track pants.
“You lookin’ out for me just cuz of you and Carmy or what?” He asked, avoiding your gaze.
You bounced the pen against your fingertips. “I think you’re alright, Richie.” You said. “I mean, you can be annoying, and rude, and brash—”
“Wow, those are all words I’d use to describe you.” Richie cut in.
You laughed, shaking your head, and tossed the pen aside. A police officer approached you, telling Richie he needed to go back to the holding cell, and offering to escort you to the lobby. But, before Richie walked away, he reached out and briefly—briefly—held your fingertips in his hand and squeezed them.
He said quickly, “Look after my cousin, yeah?” The officer nudged him with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going! I’m going!” Richie threw his hands in the air. Your heart clenched as Richie turned the corner with the cop following him. There was nothing left to do but wait. You chewed the inside of your cheek and sulked back to the lobby.
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By dawn, Carmy fell asleep on your shoulder. You watched Chicago bleed with misty, orange light as the sun rose over the buildings. The storm passed and left everything damp and glossy. You leaned your cheek on the top of Carmy’s head. He stirred beneath you but did not wake.
A handful of hours passed before an officer approached you.
“The detective handling your case wants to see you.” They said.
You nodded. A sense of dread filled your stomach and clawed your throat. You could do this. You needed to do this. Carmy believed you were invincible. He believed you could bounce back from anything. You eased yourself slowly out of the chair, careful not to jostle Carmy, but he jumped awake with a startled gasp.
“Sorry, sorry,” you winced. “They want to see me now.”
“Oh.” He grumbled, his voice thick with sleep, and he blinked blearily. “D’you want me to come?”
You stared at him with your mouth softly agape. This is what a partnership was. It’s not being alone when the shit hits the fan, or when you need to pick up the pieces and rebuild. You were comfortable being on your own, being independent, and self-reliant. In fact, you prided yourself on it. But everything—your grandfather’s death, the bakery, your employees, your friendship with Carmy—it showed you how you could rely on others. You trusted him. If you turned away from him now, he wouldn’t hold a grudge against you.
But, you realized, you wanted him there. You would be more comforted by his presence than without it.
“Sure.” You responded thickly. “If you don’t mind.”
He shook his head and stood. Without thinking, you reached for his hand and grasped it tightly. Carmy said nothing. He didn’t let go. He held your hand through the tan and cream-colored hallways. He held it in the detective’s office. He squeezed your fingers when the detective said they pulled traffic photos. He said they found a match of the license plate of the car parked nearby that the assailant was recorded getting in and out of.
As the detective informed you of the license plate registration, your ears started to ring. You blinked furiously, trying to arrange his words, trying to make sense of everything, trying not to cry in front of this stranger.
“We’ve sent the report over to your insurance, they’ll be handling everything from here on out.” The detective said, “however, if you want to press charges, then we can start filling out that paperwork today.”
“Charges?” You repeated slowly.
“Depending on the damage your insurance company reports, the willful and intentional destruction of property is a felony.”
You swallowed. “I see.”
“Can we have a sec?” Carmy asked. The officer spared you a quick, assessing look and then nodded. The moment you heard the door click shut behind you, you collapsed, drawing yourself inward and weeping. Carmy’s arm encircled your shoulders, holding you, and the plastic arm of the chair dug into your ribs when you leaned into him.
He kissed your temple. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know.” You admitted, your words fragile and flimsy. “I need a minute.”
“Okay.” Carmy nodded, “okay.” He gently stroked his hand along your head to the back of your neck.
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The broom scraped along the glass, tinkling when you scooped it into the pan, and you dropped it like snow into the large, black garbage bag. Your underarms and face dampened with sweat. You wiped some away your old t-shirt collar. Ted walked around the corner from the kitchen, red faced and smiling, holding a garbage bag in each hand. The tarp that covered the main window flapped noisily with every car that drove by or errant gust of wind.
“I don’t want mushrooms if we’re ordering pizza.” Leslie said while holding her phone and leaning against her broom. “I’m willing to go half mushroom, half no-mushroom.”
Dani asked, “How are you vegetarian and you don’t eat mushrooms?”
“It’s the texture!” Leslie said, grimacing. “Ted, back me up on this one.”
“I like mushrooms.” Said Ted.
You suggested, “We could get two pizzas.”
“and bring the extra slices across the street?” Dani asked knowingly, her face crinkled in a smile.
You pointed the dustpan at her. “I never said that.”
“If we get two pizzas, then we should get the one with the sausage chunks and spinach.” Ted said, “I love that one. It’s sooo greasy.”
You fished your cigarettes out of the back pocket of your jeans. “Order whatever.” You said, putting a cigarette between your lips, “Dani has my card.”
Their conversation about potential appetizers faded into the background noise as you stepped out of your destroyed bakery and into the Chicago sunshine. The sky was chlorine blue without a cloud in view. It was like the rain last night never happened. You lit your cigarette while walking toward the Beef. Carmy texted you about Richie’s release, saying they’d be open today and he’d take Dani’s help again if Marcus didn’t show.
You smoked half your cigarette and stubbed it out before entering through the backdoor. You were relieved to see Marcus and he offered you a brief, genuine smile. You sidled next to Carmy by the stove, the heavy and pungent scent of sauteed garlic and smoke in the air and settled your palm between his shoulder blades.
“Hey, what’re you making?”
“Spaghetti.” Carmy said while twisting the can opener. He dumped the sauce onto the pan. A weird, lumpy, and strange shape sat among the bright, red tomatoes. He scooped it up with his fingers, peeling away the plastic, and you watched with a furrowed brow.
Carmy met your eyes, then shouted in alarm and confusion, “Cousin!”
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One Month Later…
The sheets were  blessedly cool against your warm, sweaty back. The origami crane twirled faintly in the air, encouraged by Carmy’s fan, that oscillated and tickled your skin. A ribbon of sunlight poured through the curtains. Your bare chest heaved with each labored breath. Your skin tingled in the afterglow. Carmy pressed his lips between your eyebrows, your nose, and then to your mouth. He stretched out beside you, collecting you into his arms again, and kissed you slowly.
He always acted with urgency and demand in the kitchen. And outside the kitchen, he was restless. His leg bounced, his fingers tapped or tore through his hair. Yet, in this moment, of calm and quiet shared between only you—Carmy was unhurried. He took his time. He touched you until you came, he kissed you leisurely, he breathed your name shakily into your mouth. And when he buried his cock into you, you felt an unnerving yet pleasurable pressure in your chest. As if all the love you felt for him was trying to break free from your ribs.
His fingertips trailed down your spine. Each bump, each ridge, intimately known to him. He knew your body like a map. You sighed, content, and chuckled at the warmth that radiated from your heart.
“What?” He brushed your hair away from your face, “I’m not that funny, am I?”
“I’m laughing because I’m happy, you dummy.” You teased, “‘cause I love you.”
Your eyes widened in humiliating terror. The words had slipped free, unbidden, uncontrolled, like a wild animal that chewed through its leash. Carmy’s breath shuddered against your mouth. You resisted the temptation to wiggle out of his arms and escape to the bathroom door.
He replied, “Oh, good.” He cleared his throat.
You squeezed your eyes closed. You were mortified. You should tell him that it’s fine if he doesn’t feel the same—you don’t expect him to. The love offered was unconditional. He’s got a hundred, million things on his plate with franchising the Bear and establishing himself and working on his mental health. You’d love him even if he broke up with you tomorrow. You’d still love him, want him to be happy, and healthy, and whole.
“I – um – I love you, too.” He said quietly and carefully, like the words themselves were fragile, “I’m not just saying that because you said it first.”
You cautiously opened your eyes to measure his expression. His face was ruddy, flushed, damp curls falling into his forehead and obscuring his pretty blue eyes that were nearly swallowed whole by his pupils. In all your time of knowing him, Carmy wasn’t the type of person to lie.
“I really, really do love you.” He licked his lips.
“Yeah?”
“Y-yeah.” He smiled, lopsided and warm. “I do.”
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Four Years Later…
Carmy watched as you tossed another stone into Lake Michigan. All your attempts to skip a stone had thus far failed despite his teaching. The stone splashed and created a deep, bellowing ‘gur-glup’ noise as it dropped through the water and sank. You crouched to find another rock. The wind tugged at your long coat, trying to wrench you away, and whisk you into the sky like a strange fairytale.
“How about this one?” You asked, holding up the flat stone, and wiggling it between your fingers. The warm sunlight caught the angles of your face. His breath snagged inside his throat.
“Looks alright.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. His fingertips touched something warm and velvety-soft and hidden. His heart stuttered nervously. He’s been carrying this thing around for weeks. Yesterday morning, over breakfast in your shared apartment, he thought of asking you from across the table. You were so lovely, and beautiful, wearing your pajamas and slicing strawberries for your waffles.
Two weeks ago, he asked Sugar for advice. All she said was, ‘you better ask before she does.’ Then, kindlier she said, ‘the location doesn’t matter so much, Carmy. You’re over thinking it. Just ask her.’
He was afraid, he realized. He wasn’t afraid you’d say no. He was certain you’d say yes. But he was afraid of messing it up—of being a bad fiancé, or husband, instead of boyfriend. He was afraid that if things in his life went too well, then he’d be punished for it. He couldn’t be too happy. It wasn’t allowed. His therapist told him this was anxiety and gave him some worksheets to do at home.
You whirled around, smiling, as your stone skipped two splashes before sinking. “A new record!”
His lungs felt as if they might capsize under the weight and glory of being in love with you. His fingers curled around the box inside his pocket. Let it rip. You were smiling at him. He stopped thinking. He dropped to one knee.
“Holy shit!” Your hand slapped over your mouth and your eyes glimmered with unshed tears. He bumbled out your name, blushing hard, and his fingers trembled and nearly dropped the box. He stuttered through The Important Question.
“You’re my partner in every other sense of the word,” He said, “so…I guess…I figured we might as well get the tax benefits too.”
“In it for the money, huh?” You laughed, wiping your tear-streaked face with your palms.
“Yeah, you know me…” Carmy swallowed, “focused on the business side of things and all that.”
He wondered if the ring was too shabby, or not your style, or too gaudy or a thousand other things. He wondered all of it as you lowered onto your knees in front of him.
You reached into your coat and held aloft a wooden box. “You weren’t the only one thinking about the future.”
He blinked in surprise. He thought Sugar was joking. The wooden box clicked open to reveal a simple, golden ring. He imagined himself wearing it, seeing it whenever he chopped vegetables, or washed his hands, and he was overcome with a deep, deep sense of joy and pleasure. Everyone would know he was loved. They would that he was spoken for and that he was tied to the most incredible and brilliant woman he’s ever met.
He suddenly visualized his life sprawling out in every direction like the roots of a giant tree. He leaned his forehead to yours, smiling, and thought of Mikey. A bittersweet sense of melancholy gripped his heart.
I love you. Let it rip.
The sunlight broke through the clouds. The lake glittered like a thousand diamonds were strewn across its surface. He held your smiling and tear-damp face between his hands. This was only the beginning. The start of the next chapter of his life with you. And whatever happened along the way, you would face it together, hand-in-hand, as always.  
“So, what do you say, Carmen Berzatto? We figured out dating, and living together, should we figure out being married next?” You asked with a small, flustered grin.
“Absolutely.” His hands slid and cupped the back of your neck and pulled you toward him. He kissed you. And he was scared, terrified—even, but it was the good kind. The kind of scared that made your stomach flutter before the drop of a rollercoaster. He smiled, then laughed, against your lips. His eyes burned with tears as you slid the engagement ring onto your finger.
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Bonus Author’s Note:  I decided to leave it open-ended in terms of Who Trashed the Bakery. Was it dad, wishing for revenge? Was it Delilah, wanting to get rid of her ambitious competition? Or was it someone your grandfather knew, who was jealous, and didn’t want you to succeed? Or was it random? Someone looking for a thrill? Whoever you think it was—you are correct. All possibilities are true. Including whether or not the Reader went forward with an investigation to press charges/go through the court stuff.
Again, I cannot express my gratitude enough for the folks who read this story, who loved it, as I loved it. <3 Thank you. You mean so much to me. 
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bloomingforerza · 1 year
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Attack on Titan head cannons— first kiss (main 3 + vets)
Note from bloom: hiii!! thank you for the support on my last post. it means a lot and it makes me even more motivated to write!! my ask box is open if anyone might want to submit a request or ask any questions :) enjoy!
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Eren Yaeger
⚔️ You’d gone out as part of a squad on a titan mission that Eren was not allowed to take part of. It had consisted of you, Mikasa, a few other members of the scouts and Hanji as your leader.
⚔️ You’d been gone for almost two weeks and no one had heard from your squad. Eren was worried sick the whole time.
⚔️ A pair of titans were spotted in a city inside Wall Maria, and Hanji wanted them for experiments. But locating them and securing them for travel took a few days.
⚔️ But all you wanted to do was shrink into Eren’s protective embrace. He stayed on your mind the whole time you were traveling.
⚔️ And when you had returned, you immediately ran up to Eren’s room. It was the middle of the night, but you didn’t care one bit.
⚔️ You crept in quietly so you wouldn’t wake Armin, his roommate, who was peacefully sleeping on the top bunk.
⚔️ You touched him slightly as you sit next to him, but it was enough for him to jump awake. He knows your touch, though, and grabs your hand to confirm its you in the dark.
⚔️ You laugh through your nose and that’s when he’s certain; you feel his other hand cup your cheek, his thumb traces out your lips and a moment later you feel his lips on yours.
⚔️ You weren’t prepared, however you didn’t mind; yours responded not a moment too soon. His kiss felt aggressive yet endearing. He missed you.
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Mikasa Ackerman
⚔️ She really doesn’t know how to make moves so she’s been sitting on this one for a minute now. And, to be fair, you’re in the same boat.
⚔️ Mikasa is your first girlfriend, meanwhile you’re Mikasa’s first anything, so you’re both figuring things out as you go.
⚔️ She thought she’d probably have to do it on impulse. She knows she probably doesn’t have to ask at this point, but she also knows you probably want her to kiss you.
⚔️ She definitely doesn’t have a clue at what she’s doing, and you know this. So you probably have to make the first move with her on this one.
⚔️ You’d been waiting for her to come back from Eren’s trial impatiently. You missed her dearly, and it had been quite some time.
⚔️ You knew the gravity of the situation, but you all saw Eren come out of a titan and that’s not something that’s just normal.
⚔️ She was home after 4 days, and you were one of the first to greet her when she came back. You grabbed her for an embrace the minute she stepped off her horse.
⚔️ You kissed her when your faces were close enough, and Mikasa’s shock was immeasurable. She took too long to respond to the kiss, so you began to pull away, but she grabbed your hair and pulled your face back to hers.
⚔️ Her lips felt feverish yet delicate, and you were so happy Mikasa was your girlfriend.
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Armin Arlert
⚔️ Armin is low key a romantic, and I think we can all see it through his notions and outlooks. He may not have a lot of experience with girls, but he might be able to think of things on his own.
⚔️ So he would try to make it romantic, but he’s also never had his first kiss, so he’s a little nervous about being a bad kisser.
⚔️ He’ll bring you to a forest on a walk, he knows you like exploring the forest and seeing all the creatures and plants.
⚔️ You’ll be telling him about all the mushrooms, ferns and flowers you see and he’ll just be so starstruck at how lucky he is.
⚔️ He loves when you get into nerdy stuff like plants and anything else you like about nature. He knows you’re just like him.
⚔️ And he’ll pick a flower for you when you’re not looking, and then jog after you to give it to you. And the look you have in your eyes, the shine of happiness that he can see, he knew this was the perfect moment.
⚔️ He grabs your waist, pulls your body close to his and kisses you. You responded to him immediately, the flower he gave you had your heart racing.
⚔️ He will play with your hair while he kisses you, his kiss is gentle but still oozing with affection.
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Levi Ackerman
⚔️ I feel like Levi would drop the first kiss right while on an expedition.
⚔️ Some of your squad members had gotten lost, so you had to turn back and find them. Of course, this set you back from the rest of the group and threw off meetup plans with the rest of the scouts.
⚔️ This worried Levi, because if any titans appeared he couldn’t help you. He knew you were almost just as capable as he was in the field, but that didn’t make him feel better.
⚔️ His whole squad had been wiped out the last time he turned around. His biggest fear right now is losing you to a titan too.
⚔️ After grabbing your squad mates it had begun to get dark, but the scouts weren’t going to leave without you. Thankfully, because titans cannot move at night time, it brought them and you some comfort.
⚔️ But Levi would not be able to rest until you returned.
⚔️ And shortly after 8 PM, he saw a group of lanterns heading their way, and he leapt up with impatience.
⚔️ The moment you arrive with your squad, your friends are relieved your okay. Levi lets you get settled, and when you’re ready you head over to where he’s set up for the evening.
⚔️ You see him standing there and waiting for you, and before you can even say anything to him, he kisses you. His kiss was rough and passionate, he wanted you to know how much he worried about you.
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Hanji Zoe
⚔️ Now we all know Hanji’s definitely a perv. And your her sweet, innocent little girlfriend. She adores you
⚔️ But you haven’t had your first kiss yet, so she wants to make it memorable.
⚔️ So I think it’d be out on an expedition as well, but she loves watching you kill titans. She thinks it’s so hot that her girlfriend is the most badass little baby there is.
⚔️ She’d be so proud of you, watching you work as a team with your squad, racking up kills and assists like it’s nothing.
⚔️ But because she was focused on you, one moment later, a titan appeared behind her. And before it could touch her, you came barreling through, cutting the beasts hand off.
⚔️ The squeal of excitement she let out, before taking the kill for herself, even though it’d be chalked up to an assist.
⚔️ “Babe you just saved my life! That was so hot!” She screams after killing the titan.
⚔️ You land on a roof nearby, your squadmates dealing with nearby titans, and wait for Hanji to come up. You loved showing off for her.
⚔️ She flies down to greet you, and instantly brings you into a kiss. You wanted it just as badly, loving the way she held onto you. Hanji’s kiss felt vehement and animated, and she was showing you just how appreciative she was.
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Erwin Smith
⚔️ He’d be stuck with another late night in his office, filling out stacks of paperwork. The most recent mission was a failure, and all the papers just kept piling and piling.
⚔️ Even though Erwin was signing away, all he could think about was you. He wanted you, his caring girlfriend here.
⚔️ Erwin liked to be doted on and taken care of, he loved when you’d do small things for him like running a bath for him or making his bed for him.
⚔️ They weren’t things he ever asked you to do, but they were acts that never went unappreciated. Erwin cared for you so much, you were the only thing motivating him to get this paperwork finished.
⚔️ And almost as if his thoughts could summon you into existence, there was a knock on his door. He heard your soft voice behind it, making your presence known, before seeing your pretty face as you walk inside.
⚔️ You come with a tray of food, dinner must have just passed. He has no idea what time it is, but seeing you with his dinner has his heart warm and fuzzy.
⚔️ He loves the fact that you cared enough about him to bring his dinner up. He can’t imagine anyone more perfect in this moment.
⚔️ And the minute you set his tray of food down, Erwin rises from his chair for the first time in hours. He looks into your eyes and he can’t help himself.
⚔️ Before he knows it, he has his lips on yours, and he wants you to know he appreciates you so much. His kiss is tender yet zealous. He loves your big heart.
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fangirlfrom-hell · 5 months
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The Fragile Bonds Part 1 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister
*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly erased my blog 🫠
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Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.
Becca had been sitting down on the living room sofa for the last 15 minutes, looking at Jay going in circles all over the place avoiding whatever he wanted to say. 
"Would you please just spit it out? You are driving me crazy". 
He dried stopped in front of her: "I'm going on an undercover run. This is going to be for a few days, at most a week I hope....aaaaaaand you are staying with Will". 
He made a lot of hand gestures for each word he pronounced, especially when he mentioned their brother's part. Becca had a lot of emotions going around her chest. She was usually very nervous about her brother's job, but the prospect of him going undercover amplified those feelings. Of course he had been undercover in the past, yet this instance held a distinct significance: It marked the first time into such operations since she had moved in to live with him after their father passed away. This added an extra layer of complexity to the situation for both siblings. Besides all that, staying with Will for an entire week? That was torture! 
"Oh. Ok. Well, is Natalie ok with this?" She questioned the plan, somehow looking for a way around. 
"I already talked to Will, who is your brother. I honestly don't care what Natalie thinks". 
"But it's her house too..." Becca had this feeling that Natalie didn't quite like her, especially because of the emotional problems she had been dealing with due to all the changes and recent losses in her life. She was having a hard time dealing with anxiety and depression, and her brothers, mainly Jay, had been very busy taking care of her, rescuing her from her bad days and impulses. Natalie wouldn't like to have her in her house, especially around her baby, that was for sure. 
Jay approached his sister and sat down at the coffee table to be at her same height. 
"Bec...it's all settled. I know this is not your favorite idea in the world...to be honest, it's not mine either, but it's what we have". 
The girl took a cushion and put it on her lap to hug it. She unconsciously turn to the other side before speaking out again: "You can always choose not to go". 
Jay jumped to the sofa to meet her gaze and gave his sister a warm smile with pity eyes. 
"I know". She understood: "It hits different, now that we live under the same roof--I mean, when I was with...dad...I didn't see you every day, so it didn't bother me, I didn't even noticed if you were gone. But now... it makes me realize a lot of things..." 
"I know". Jay continued the idea: "Somehow it is harder for me too. What frustrates me the most is that this is your birthday week". He sighed: "I bet I'll be back in time but if not, we'll double the celebration on any other day, that I promise". 
Becca frowned: "I don't really care about my birthday. Just be very careful". She hugged him tight: "Very". 
"I will be". He kissed her hair. "But for now, I got an idea: before I go: movie night and pajama party as you liked when you were little". 
Becca smiled: "Yeah, I'd loved that. We used to do that a lot back in the days". It was what Jay used to do to keep her distracted when their mother got ill and started having frequent hospital admissions. 
"Quality time together as siblings, so you won't miss me so much". He teased his sister. 
It was the day. Becca packed the last couple of things before going down. She stopped at the frame door of her room looking around to check if she had forgotten something. In the middle of the bed there was a stuffed kitten, the one her mother gave her in her 7th birthday when her greatest wish in life was to have a cat as pet, but they couldn't get one because her father was very allergic to them. That stuffed kitten was the solution to the problem. It was one of the few objects she had from her mom. Becca thought about taking it, but decided to leave it there, thinking she would be mocked about it. 
"Where are you supposed to be going? It's only a week or less, Becc". Jay said when he saw his sister comming into the kitchen carrying so many bags. 
"It's only my school backpack, my daily clothes backpack, some books in this one and my dancing/acting backpack...because Will is taking me to my lessons, isn't he?". 
"Yes, I talked to him about that". But Jay wasn't very convinced of his oldest brother's intentions of doing that. Since he got together with Natalie, hers was the only family that mattered to him. "He has your schedule and all". 
"Good". 
"Alright. Leave those in the floor and get in the car. I'll make a double check around the house to be sure we're good to leave". Becca obeyed. 
After a few minutes, Jay joined his sister. The kitten was in his hands and he gave it to her as soon as he got into the truck: "Here. You forgot Mr. Snuggles". 
She smiled: "I was actually thinking of leaving him here". 
"What are you talking about? You can't even sleep without him!" The detective said as he started driving. 
The Halstead siblings entered the 21st from the parking lot. Becca was only carrying her small backpack with books and held Mr. Snuggles in her hands. Jay helped her with the rest of the bags. 
"Well, look at you!" Platt greeted Becca from her usual place in the front desk. -"I heard you are taking a short vacation with your doctor brother". 
"I am. I wish I wasn't, though". The girl said simply. 
Detective Halstead was looking around: "Is Will upstairs?" 
“No. Your brother hasn't arrived yet". 
"I told him to be here on time". He muttered in annoyance. 
"Hey, it's still early. Maybe he got caught in traffic or something". 
"Yeah, or something...". He concluded the short conversation and guided his sister to go upstairs. 
The Intelligence team was gathered around the board when brother and sister made their appearance. The smile was unanimous when they saw Becca coming in after Jay. Hank Voight approached a few steps: "Becca! What a surprise!" 
"I wasn't actually supposed to be here, but it looks like Will forgot about me". She stated that as something normal. Hailey raised her sight to check on her boyfriend's reaction, who was eagerly typing on his phone. 
"Well...silver lining: you get to visit us! We haven't seen you in a while". Burgess commented.
 Kevin stood up from his place to bump fist with the girl: "That right!". 
From the back of the office, Al peeked his head to greet the girl: "Did your brother gave you the book I sent?" 
"Yeah! Actually I almost finish reading it. Thank you, Mr. Olinsky". 
"A book?" Adam teased the little girl, "How old are you? 85?" Becca laughed and Al was about to say somethig when Jay abruptly interrupted the conversation, not even knowing that they were talking: "Alright, Becc. Will's on his way, he should be here soon". He said with a stern tone. There was no need to be a detective to know he was very upset. 
Jay's phone rang, but it wasn't his personal or detective cellphone. He received a message as an undercover and muttered something when he read the text. 
"I gotta go, I'm running late for...you know". He pointed to the phone and all the detectives understood. "Becc, you'll have to stay here alone for a few minutes. I can't wait for Will with you, I'm sorry". He looked at Voight asking for his approval with his gaze and the boss nodded. "You can take my seat, he'll be here soon". 
Becca nodded with sadness, swallowing hard trying to retain her tears. She was mentally prepared for this moment, but emotions were all over her chest: "Promise to take extra double care..." 
"Becc, I already told you--". 
"Promise me!" She lifted her pinky finger to consolidate the promise and her brother smiled following the game. 
"I promise to take double extra care". And when they crossed their fingers, he hugged her tight and sighed before parting: "Ok, gotta go now". 
Becca stood there until he disappeared going down the stairs. She felt a soft touch on her shoulder and Hailey's sweet voice invited her to the coffee room. 
"He'll be just fine, nothing to worry about. Your brother is a great cop". The blonde detective reassured the girl, who was pretending to be alright. "Besides, I'll be checking on him". She winked and took a juice out of the fridge and gave it to her. 
However, despite Becca missing her brother dearly, she didn't feel concerned about him in that way, as she saw Jay as invincible. What truly weighed on her mind was the thought of spending all those days at Will's house. Will had always been distant from her, almost like a stranger she used to call "brother," until just a couple of years ago when he made the decision to return from New York to Chicago. Before that, he was constantly on the move, traveling, studying—anywhere except home, even during the time when their mother, who was sick, had passed away. 
After a few minutes, Will arrived at the station, where he was greeted by Trudy Platt with a less-than-friendly gesture. "The Doctor's here". She announced striding to the entrance of the bullpen, him following her closely. As soon as he spotted his little sister, Will opened his arms to embrace her. 
"Hey, Becky!" Becca hated to be called like that, but at least he was trying so she simply rolled her eyes, "It's been a while". He playfully shook her head, something that also annoyed her quite a bit, a fact that she couldn't help but hide with her face. 
"Yeah, I know", she said, slightly moving away from him. 
"What do you have there?" Her brother puffed when he spotted the stuffed animal and he took him to observe it, "Aren't you a bit old for these kind of things?" He teased her. 
Flushed with embarrassment, Becca's face turned a deep shade of red, her thoughts consumed by the realization that now everyone around her would surely take notice of the plush toy. 
"Hey, Beccs!" Noticing the situation, Hailey called her with affection, her voice softening as she spoke directly to her, "You know, I'll be undercover with Jay, not diving in as deep as he will. I'll be in and out, so... if you need anything during these days—anything at all—just give me a call. You know my number’s on the phone. I'll be there as soon as I can, promise.”
Becca deep sighed: "I wish I could stay with you better". They both smiled. Upton opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by the Halstead Brother's voice.
"Alright, Becca. I'm sorry, we gotta go. I'm actually in a rush right now". 
And so, she departed from Intelligence, from everything that held reminders of Jay—Unsure of how long she would be apart from the few things that made her feel at home. 
"We fixed the guest room for you, it's all yours for these days. You can close the door to have your privacy, but I--I removed the lock from the plate. You can close it, but it will always be open for us--well, for me to come in". Becca stared at the door, analyzing. She understood where the action was coming from, but couldn't help to compare that Jay had never and would never do that to her. 
"I'll always knock before coming in, don't worry". Her brother smirked, trying to lighten the situation. She forcibly smiled back to him. There was an unconfortable silence. Both of their minds were going in circles, trying to find something to say. 
"Natalie is on shift right now and Owen is with her grandma, so it's only us for now. If you want to, we could--". 
"I have homework to finish". His sister interrupted, but immediatly regret it, "But, maybe later we could--" 
"Yeah, we could do something. When you finish". Silence again. 
"Thank you". The teenage girl said before he left the bedroom, "For taking me". That night she avoided dinner by pretending to be asleep. 
She heard when Natalie arrived very late at night and sensed the hushed tones exchanged between her brother and his girlfriend when Will mentioned her presence in their home. Becca didn't like the unease that settled within her —she could feel them clamoring to escape the confines of her chest, she felt small and insecure. 
Thoughts and impulses that she had long suppressed began to resurface, intertwining with the tendrils of anxiety that sought to take control of her body. She longed for her familiar room, her comforting bed, her nightly rituals, and above all, she ached for Jay's reassuring presence. She wondered where he was, what he was doing in that exact moment, if he was safe. Her breathing began to agitate and her heart began to beat rapidly. She thought about giving Hailey a call, but it wasn't a real emergency to bother her with. She started to sniffle, and didn't even try to stop the tears. 
In her grip, Mr. Snuggles was tightly embraced, his plush form offering some solace amidst the overwhelming feelings; She closed her eyes, if she concentrated hard enough, she could conjure the memory of her mom's scent that lingered faintly within the fibers of the stuffed animal. The memory of her mother served as a soothing balm for her heart, and she felt a surge of gratitude towards Jay for making her take Mr. Snuggles at the last minute. 
With her mind slightly cleared, a glimmer of hope emerged: Tomorrow would mark the start of a new week, school and after-school activities would serve as a welcome distraction and would keep her away from Will's house, where she felt less than unwelcomed. She smiled when she remembered her dance lessons, she thought about them with excitement, that would maintain her sane, yeah. 
With the scent of her mom still enveloping her, her breathing gradually returned to normal, and her eyelids began to droop, until she finally fell asleep. 
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igotanidea · 11 months
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Peace: multifandom Imagine
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Just some doting and taking care of whatever character you may think of.
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If it wasn’t for the street light seeping through the half veiled window the room would be completely dark.
He could never understand why she insisted on letting it in, even at night.
Most of the people were rather fond of limiting any indication of city life as soon as they get back from the whole day of work, tired and stressed, ready to drop the official clothes, jump into hoodies and sweatpants and get some rest. Nighttime was the moment to cut all the stimuli.
She was different.
When he asked her about it one time, wondering how it was possible that all those reflections and neon signs did not interrupt her sleep she only smiled lightly in response.
“I love looking at them.” She explained “they remind me that even when life seems crazy and fast-paced there’s always a moment to stop and reflect on it. Come here” she reached towards him to bring him closer. “Just look outside” she faced the window and looked at the street below, her eyes glistening, tiniest of smiles lingering on her face “See? So peaceful. So…. beautiful.”
He could not stop himself from wrapping arms around her from behind and pulling her close to his chest and kissing her shoulder with feather light kisses. God, he loved her. Words could never describe the warmth and swelling of his heart whenever she was near, and the longing and aching when she was away. He loved the calmness that came with her presence, the inner sense of belonging that she never failed to bring him.
And now, in the middle of the night she was lying in his arms, holding onto him for dear life, subconsciously searching for him even in her dreams. Tired after spending almost 10 hours at shift at work which was highly demanding of her on so many levels.   
And as usual, her closeness brought him thoughts.
He had his share of traumatic events in the life.
Ones that left him scarred, broken, incomplete.
Afraid.
Touch starved.
Both with body and soul.
For so long, the first thing on his mind when someone tried to get past his barricades was pain, endless pain and suffering.
Impulse to run away.
He craved hugs and embraces and yet could never accept them from anyone.
And then, she came into his life out of nowhere, tearing all his walls down, not even trying, making him addicted.
He shifted slightly to the side to face her sleeping figure. No make –up on, messy hair, a print of pillow on her cheek and a single light ray enlightening her features making her look angelic, innocent, gentle….. She would hate being called like this. It was the side she was trying to hide at work, showing it only to the people close to her. To him.
How did he end up here? With her by his side?
He sighed deeply, consumed by all the emotions.
“Y/N” he muttered quietly, careful not to wake her. Her name just sounded right on his mouth and he absolutely adored the way it rolled of his tongue, sounding like a prayer he could never stop saying.  
“I’m here….” She whispered back, moving closer, aware of the thoughts that started creeping inside his mind “Is it ok if ….?”
“Yes, yes, please….”
Without any further hesitation she embraced him fully, mindful of how emotionally heavy it was for him to be touched. Still. After all this time. It was like memories were carved in his brain, even after all the endless nights spend on love making and exploring each other’s body, caressing, holding him, silently assuring that touch can be loving, not just aimed at causing damage. Trying to replace bad past, to create better associations.
Constant reassurance which she was patiently giving him.
His breath hitched slightly when he felt soft hands reaching his bared chest.
“It’s ok….” She whispered, her fingertips massaging the skin there. “I won’t hurt you. Just tell me what you feel….”
“I feel you.”
“And how’s that?” she insisted with the calmest voice she could produce despite her frantically beating heart.
“I want more of you…. Always…..”
“You have me. I’m not going anywhere.” Now she propped herself on the elbow to look straight at him, her hair falling onto one side, exposing one of her shoulders. “I love you….” She whispered.
“I…..” he stumbled
“It’s ok if you can’t say it.” She assured, caressing his cheek “I understand.”
“I need you…..” he whined, hands finding her waist and gripping tightly, eyes begging for more of her hands on his body, her attention, her affection. He was so selfish for asking her this. She should be resting and not doting on him. He should be her pillar, not the other way round. But at this moment, she was so much stronger than him that he could not help it, but surrender to her love.
“I know.” she laid back down, her head on his chest, hands moving in circles “Sleep, my poor boy. I’ll take care of you……I’ll always take care of you……”
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the balcony scene [prologue]
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summary: have you ever really danced on the edge, or is something still scaring you?
or the one where theirs two winter solider, and now it's time to make amends. that is until you and bucky run into a homicidal 5'4 tall problem.
word count: 5.8k
warning: hydra and nazi’s, canon typical violence, bucky barnes
author note: hi, so i impulsively wrote this as a background to a fic i had a dream about. i’m not sure if i’ll continue this but if i get a lot of positive feedback i might. i need to stop making new wipes when i have like million already :( also i wrote and edited this high ion pain medication so i’m apologizing for now
read on AO3 | masterlist (coming soon)
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the snow crunched under his feet and the wind whispered around him. pink knuckles grasped around his gun tight, his metal digits trigger-happy. unusual but not surprising that Bucky Barnes’s nerves were at an all-time high, he was jumpy and it showed evident when Maria Hill lightly tapped his shoulder and he sprung up like a cat. she was just asking if he was okay and maybe he wasn’t, Bucky said he was fine — just cold.
They were in Mongolia, which was in the world's top 10 coldest countries and that’s where Bucky activity avoided. He despised being cold, even when Steve would turn the thermostat down a little at night, it caused his nightmares to linger even after he woke. being cold made him freeze, mentally. Bucky would regress into the winter soldier and go silent. it made his skin crawl and he felt dirty.
It was a recon mission, an old and abandoned Hydra base. Bucky never trusted the “abandoned” part of the files. He knew better than anyone that Hydra doesn’t just die like the world assumes it did, it is a plague and a parasite. they’ll find some ways to continue to live and sometimes it's ghosting “abandoned” facilities.
It was a recon mission, an old and abandoned Hydra base. Bucky never trusted the “abandoned” part of the files. He knew better than anyone that Hydra doesn’t just die like the world assumes it did, it is a plague and a parasite. they’ll find some ways to continue to live and sometimes it's ghosting “abandoned” facilities.
So yeah. Bucky's finger stayed ready on the trigger of the gun.
the metal door was rusted orange and creaked as sam and he tore it open, it smelled of dust, blood, and the 70s (yes, the decade has an entire smell, and Bucky hates the 70s) Maria walked ahead of the boys and went straight to the file cabinet thrown everywhere, Bucky was too busy checking every dark corner.
it was obvious by the state of the place that the people here left in a rush. papers and files’s everything, tables tipped over, doors halfway open, and locks broken off. The base was much smaller than the rest, but an opening on the floor with a broken latch caught his attention. It practically taunted Bucky and before he knew what he was doing. he found himself with his gun slung to his back, flashlight in his mouth as he climbed down a ladder.
the whole room smelled of despair and screams. Bucky felt it deep in his bones and he turned to ice when he saw a familiar chair stuck in the middle. the stupid fucking chair. it was the same but he didn’t recognize it, no memories flashed back as he grazed his finger across the dusty arms. no feelings of electricity coursed through his head and he didn’t grind his teeth. He felt nothing and for a moment, Bucky thought he was magically healed from his trauma.
but that’s not it. he’s never sat in this chair, his finger fell back on the trigger as he explored the rest of the room.
Bucky Barnes realized sometime since the accords and becoming an “avenger” that normalcy wasn’t meant for him. he wished at night for just one normal day, but it’s always something, isn’t it? well, as he shoves a large steel sheet and it falls onto a hidden wall and becomes a domino effect until the air is filled with the smoke of ice.
the large bang made him jump, he was sure the other heard it but Bucky couldn't move. He couldn't move an inch as he stared at a cryo chamber crack open and filled the air with mist. it was active — that means something is in there, someone.
he found the victim that belonged to the chair and he’s grown frozen too. and almost on autopilot, in a daze, as he carefully steps toward it.
oh god. that face, the hair, those eyes — he knows that face. you feel like a distant memory from his childhood, he’d never be able to remember unless he was standing where he was now. ice shards cover your hair and nose, the black uniform he used to know covers your body. He remembers you, he knows he does — but who are you?
it shocks Bucky so badly, it makes his chest feel heavier and panic rises to his head. Is he having a panic attack? Why can’t he breathe? Bucky's legs go out and he falls hard on his ass and his vision goes blurry. his hands shake and the gun falls and cascades across the floor, Bucky feels paralyzed and by the time Sam and Maria come yelling in. he’s out like a light.
-
“Do you remember anything?”
The questions became background noise, ringing in his ears like an annoying fly. He was on autopilot and agitated as he sat in the infirmary. Sam, Steve, and Bruce were there so he at least felt safer than when secretary Ross was there.
His lips were dry and cracked and his mouth tasted slimy. Bucky croaked out, keeping his eyes on his lap. “there was a girl.”
Sam witnessed you too, but Steve and Bruce didn’t know that right now. They both visibly tensed as Sam took a few breaths. Sam was just happy he didn’t forget.
“What?” Steve spoke up. “What do you mean there was a girl?”
“Steve.” Sam tried to calm the blonde down. Steve was like this when Bucky got injured, even though he wasn’t. no one was sure why Bucky passed out when he saw you. a super soldier couldn’t black out like that from just a panic attack, Bruce was still working on it.
“I don’t know,” Bucky continued, his throat dry and a glass of water felt like a wonderful idea right now. “I knew her, but I don’t know from where.”
Bucky’s head was spinning and running in circles, he couldn’t find any coherent memories of you. He knew it was there somewhere but hydra had messed him up so extensively, Bucky felt defeated. hydra always held something above him, almost in reach. It made Bucky want to hurl.
“Well, when you get your head screwed on right.” Maria spoke from the doorframe, lingering there and quiet enough that wan jumped when she spoke. “debrief in meeting room 03. director Fury will be there.”
and suddenly the room fell tense at the mention of Nick. Bucky still felt bad for almost killing him even though - out of everyone - Nick forgave and knew well enough that it wasn’t his fault. Nick also rarely came by unless it was serious, like serious-serious. so it hit a nerve in everyone. showed very evident in Steve as he fidgeted with his thumbs. Sam looked more relaxed but Sam was always better at hiding his emotions than everyone else.
begrudgingly, Bucky threw his legs over the bed despite Bruce's protest. He was fine, he told bruce. and followed the two down to the hall. Bucky was still new to the compound, it was an insanely huge building and still felt like a maze. Tony said he could use FRIDAY to help navigate but the AI still scared the shit out of Bucky. so he relied on following Steve and Sam like a lost puppy, shuffling behind them with quiet footsteps.
Natasha and Maria stood lingering outside the meeting room door, their faces peeking up once the trio came into view. Natasha has been biting her nails, she was nervous. which made Bucky nervous.
“Is this about Mongolia?” Sam asked, a hesitancy in his voice.
Maria and Natasha shared a glance, and then she nodded and opened the door for everybody. the group shuffled in, Bucky wondered for a moment if this was an avengers problem or a super-soldier problem. or both. or none. He just knew it was about the girl and that made Bucky feel jittery in his chair as he fidgeted with the pen. The clicking was for sure going to annoy Sam in a few minutes but it was the only thing keeping bucky out of his head.
they sat there for what felt like an hour, but maybe only 12-15 minutes really. before fury shuffled in quietly.
“may 25th, 1997. february 5th, 2002. november 22nd, 1963. june 14th, 1972. September 7th, 1991…” fury read the files nonchalantly, Bucky didn’t need to see the mission report files on the glowing blue screen to recognize the dates. he knew most of them by heart and began carding his hands threw his hair, dropping his head to the floor as he pulled at the brown strands.
“These are all missions under the winter soldier, we all know this. Why are we bringing this up now?" Steve said. frustrated that fury was bringing up bucky's tortured past for seemingly no reason.
Fury turned his nose up and dropped the manila folder on the table with a thud. “you’re right. these are all from the winter soldier.”
He continued, “but Barnes didn’t do these missions.”
“What?'' Bucky's head shot up, his eyebrows knotted. “wha-what do you mean?”
like magic (Bucky was still grasping today’s science) a profile popped up on the blue screen. Bucky's breath caught in his throat again, his head spun and he felt like he did in that cave again.
your profile popped up, a photo of you with tight curls and a scarlet red lip. you were smiling and you looked incredibly young and happy.
“y/n l/n, a medic in the early cold war. she was captured when enemy forces stormed a camp in 49’. presumed dead.” fury sighed. “y/n was the second winter soldier.
The room fell silent and for the first time, Sam Wilson was speechless and mouth open. glances were shared between the group and fury stared down at Bucky, he felt like he was in the crossfires of a sniper as his head stirred. trying to grasp what fury was telling him.
“what does this mean for us?” Natasha spoke up, her voice incredibly calm.
“We found her files in Mongolia, hydra kept her quiet — only a few even knew of her inside the group. she was used as Barnes's backup, cleaned up his messes on took on missions he wasn’t capable of.” fury continued, “over 40% of Barnes missions were actually done at l/n’s hands. and many more that were uncredited until now. she has the same enhancement as Barnes, and Barnes found her in the cryo freeze before he fell on his ass and blacked out. they must have left her behind when hydra was found out.”
“Is she here?” Steve asked, and that brought Bucky to the edge of his seat. Bucky was sure the room felt his shift in demeanor.
“Helen is here looking over her, waiting for her to wake up. we have zero idea how she’ll react when she wakes so we just have to wait now” fury said.
“Let's hope she’s not a nazi,” Sam murmured under his breath, Natasha sent him a soft death glare.
and the rest of the meeting was foggy for Bucky, he heard stuff about your work as a nurse, and how much cleaner and smarter of an assassin you were. how you went through the same torture as Bucky and that’s when he completely drowned it out.
The meeting ended and Bucky found himself outside the door of the infirmary room you were currently defrosting in. his hand hovered over the handle, and Bucky gritted his teeth. FRIDAY must have been notified of Bucky's presence lingering outside the door, because it swung open and Bucky was met with her sympathetic face.
“James,” she moved away and let him in.
Bucky switched between gripping his hair by the roots or bouncing his leg, or both as he sat with a laser-focused gaze on you. He sat there for maybe a few hours, just trying to remember you, one single coherent memory because he knows you.
he’s never been more sure of it.
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March 28, 1981
“he’s too unstable, sir.” the thin hydra scientist tapped nervously on the clipboard in his hands, adjusting his thin wire glasses. a younger Alexander Pierce stood in front of him, eyes glancing from the scientist to the supersoldier being restrained in his seat. teeth baring like a wild dog, chest heaving. “he could compromise the mission.”
“Start over, put him back under.” Pierce stated, a disappointed sigh leaving his lips. “bring out soldier X. she’ll do a better job, anyways.”
“Yes, sir.” The scientists scrambled to put the winter soldier back into his chamber, struggling to keep him up and practically throwing him in as the cold air took over and froze him.
it didn’t take long for the other division to bring in soldier X. you were always more compliant, you marched in with your hands behind your back — held by your handler.
you were lifeless and working on autopilot, you had a dark haze over your eyes that shook every scientist in the room. the pushed and shoved you into the chair and strapped you down. the handler brought out the tiny and tattered brown notebook, looking down at you with almost disgust.
“раздавить” the Russian words rolled off his tongue, your muscles tense instantly
“Венера”
“воспроизвести” the scientist and handlers watched you intently as you stayed still.
“современное” you clenched your fist gently.
“семнадцать”
“Мэри” you inhaled sharply but didn’t push against the restraints. Pierce smiled to himself, proud of you for being so compliant and calm. you’ve always been back up despite your skill being better, you had control over your emotions better than Barnes. you didn’t let your past control and let it slip through the cracks like he did.
“телефон” your face stayed stone still. lifeless — like a machine, good.
“гора”
“ближе”
“вечно” one tear fell down your check, but you remained cold and still.
“трогать”
“бабочка” you clenched your jaw and tensed your muscles harder. deep down in you knew what was coming and panic coursed through your veins, but you remained calm to the men surrounding you.
“красные флаги”
and it was over. an erring silence filled the room and your eyes lit up with a fire, a rage that only hydra could pull out of you.
“ready to comply, Soldat?” the handler's voice was too smooth, it would have made your skin crawl if any part of you was there.
“ready.”
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november 22nd, 1963.
you watched intently through the sniper lens, on a high building, and hidden, through the crosshairs was the winter soldier in the same position as you. except his gun was pointed down and into the crowd where the president would be arriving soon.
This was a big mission and they said we needed all hands on deck, that this would be a good push towards freedom and you’d be rewarded if you kept the other soldier in line. pretty much babysitting at this point. He's been on edge and unstable. you’d always been the better soldier, more clean and precise work. Always so compliant and ready.
the car began to turn the corner, the family waved with smiles, completely open and vulnerable.
“come on, Soldat,” you spoke under your breath, your heart slowed at an unnatural rate. you stayed completely still.
a flash of something caught your attention, your eyes narrowed and your breath hitched for a moment. a man with sandy brown hair locked eyes with the soldier position, you were warned of the man.
“Sir,” you spoke into your comms. “the Soldat has been compromised, Lensherr is here.”
“keep him away from Soldat, get both of you out clean or frame him.” the grainy voice spoke through, and you sprung to action immediately.
“yes sir.”
you swung down from the fire escape, there’d be snipers for the president watching the sky. you acted fast as you tried to figure out if the sewers would be a safer option. you opted for that than swinging from building to building and across the street.
you slid down the ladder in no time and bounced from a trash can to just above the sewer entrance. disgust danced on your face as you got a wift of the shit-filled sewers, you lowered yourself in and dropped down. the water splashed and hit your angled as you sprinted through. you knew the route well enough for your body to act on its own.
quiet as you can be you opened the heavy metal lid open, you saw the man creeping through the alley as his eyes met the fire escape up to the Soldat. pulling yourself up and quietly closing the distance, a hand gripped right around the sewer lid.
once you were in the right range you threw the lid hard at the man’s head, it stopped right before him as his hand threw up to catch it mid-air. Pierce warned you he’d been enhanced, but this was just fucking weird. think fast, you thought and ducked quickly as he sent the lid back your way.
running towards his legs while he regain his focus, swiping behind his knee, and just as it fell weak to the ground you swung around his shoulder to pin him. the man took attention to this and wrapped a tight grip around your ankle and back and threw you forward, rebounding quickly and landing on your feet and knees.
Lensherr was already making his way up the ladder, and incredibly fast. you stumble your way over and wrapped a hand around the pole and shot a body of electricity through the metal. paralyzed him for a moment for you to get close and take a knife to his thighs, he curled into himself before he started stomping on your hands.
you winced and fell a couple of feet down, catching yourself before you could fall and hanging by one hand. the right one was crushed and broken.
catching up slowly, you met him as he stopped behind the soldier. but he was too late, he already took the shot and the bullet raced toward the streets. Lensherr held his hand up towards the bullet, think fast, you spoke to yourself and hit him hard on the back. falling and Lensherr lost his control over the bullet, the soldat noticed your presence and almost by instinct tossed a knife at you. you went to stab Lensherr in the back but he turned around you and grazed his shoulder.
“the window is closing! убирайся отсюда!” you yelled, the soldier perked uo and slung the sniper around his back. get out of here!
“ты тоже!” he yelled back. you too!
the soldier's concern for you caught you off-guard, head popping up to look at him. in and out was the mission, don’t jeopardize the mission and leave anyone behind if you have to. that was the rule and here the soldier was, trying to get you out with him and possibly revealing himself.
it caught up to you so that Lensherr took the time to switch places and slam you down and under him. you braced for him to strike by loud footsteps began towards you and the end of the soldier's gun hit his head and he fell to the side, you shoved him off and gave him a small twinge of electricity through him to wake him. soon enough the authorities would get to him and assume him as the assassin, but just enough time for you to flee.
you pushed the soldier ahead and fled.
the chaos in the crowd made you assume the mission was a success.
you fucking hated babysitting the soldat, you missed when Lensherr had stabbed you in the shoulder, bleeding and a crushed hand. great.
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october 20th, 1993
sweat coated your body like a layer of paint, and the soldier's body pressed harshly against yours didn’t make you feel any better. your head spun and pounded like a drum, legs wobbling and you were dizzy beyond compare but you needed to stay up and ready.
the soldier had slammed, pushed, and punched you beyond humanly possible. you bled from at least 3 stab wounds and were more than 100% sure you’d had a broken nose or ribs, probably both and more.
you’d been sparring for over an hour now, the soldiers didn’t let up and neither were you. he looked as bad as you, maybe worse. you look as he stumbled around on his feet, practically tripping over himself like a newborn deer. trying to narrow his eyes on you but the soldier was seeing triple with how badly he was messed up.
Yeah, definitely worse.
he yelled loudly and barreled towards your torso, you weren’t quick enough to move and he pinned you down and pressed his palm into your stab wound, you screamed out. He struck you twice in the face before you started to wiggle out of his grasp and dodge him.
“they’re killing each other, sir.” the agent spoke into Pierce's ear. both of your handlers stood on one side ready to break it up when necessary.
“I don’t care. I need to know who will be on top.”
you pulled back and hit him hard by his ear, a loud and annoying ring rattled his head and caught him off guard. enough for you to hit him hard in the chest. he flew to the other side of the mat as you dragged yourself towards him, you could barely breathe with how fast your chest heaved. you stomped hard on his knee.
“stay down.” you grunted, and knelt to grasp your hands around his throat. “stay. down.”
the soldier's eyes opened wide and began to tear your hands away from him, gritting his teeth as he struggled under you. baring his teeth and groaning, it was a battle of strength now and the soldier would win, you needed to be smart but you could barely focus.
you were slowing down and wearing out, you took one last chance. taking the soldier off-guard as you simply let go of his throat and before he could throw you off of him and hit him hard behind his ear. a pressure point that should paralyze him if you got hit hard enough, and you did.
watching his eyes lull back and neck give out as he fell limp on the mat, you followed soon after — blacking out next to the soldier from exhaustion and blood loss. You laid a few inches in between, fingers centimeters away.
“a draw?” the agent questioned, looking towards Pierce for an answer.
Pierce wore a scowl, he hoped Barnes would have held out. but you always impressed him with your performance.
“almost. soldier x will take this one,” Pierce said. his head perked up to each of your handlers, “get this fixed up, put Barnes back in cryo, and get l/n ready for her mission.”
-
sometime in early 1950. 5 years since Bucky fell off the train, 1 year since your camp got invaded.
your eye lulled half open as two men dragged you on your knees, arms grasped tightly around your shoulders and arms to keep you up.
fear coursed through your veins along with whatever serum they put into you. Either way, it made your bone feel like metal, your skin scrawled and it felt like your muscles were tearing apart. your body was on fire and you sweated like a pig in the tight bodysuit they assigned for you. soldier x labeled on the collar. whatever the hell that meant.
you ground your teeth and screamed the entire way to the cell, the agents jabbed you a few times in the rib and head to keep quiet but it only made the pain worse.
loud clanks rang through the facility halls before you were thrown onto the hard, cold floor. bruises would blossom later. you panicked and scrambled to a corner, but you bumped into something — someone.
before you could take a chance to look at who it was, you watched as the agents latched the door shut and the only light into the small cell was from the window, it was snowy and dim out. but just enough to see the sinister face on doctor Zola as he watched you before the door slammed shut. you flinched, and so did the person next to you.
looking over you saw a man with short brunette hair, it was damp from sweat and a few strands curled around his forehead. his eyes were red and puffy and you both wore matching bruises on your cheekbone and temple. then you noticed the shiny metal arm, the scarlet red star practically glowing.
“who- who are you?” you studdered out, still shaking from the pain.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” he sounded calmer than he should, pained but calm. “i’m not with them.”
them. Hydra, Nazi, Zola, whatever. you were still figuring it out.
you went to croak out another question but a burning pain shot through your spine and you scream out in pain again, curling into yourself. that stupid serum. it was tearing you apart.
the man before you must have been in your shoes once because he weakly put a hand on your back in an attempt to soothe the pain. but he knew nothing would make it feel better, your muscles and DNA were growing and changing in real-time and the pain would be unbearable until your body can catch up.
he was warm and your body acted on its own, it was the first gentle touch since they took you. leaning into him, Bucky understood and let you. He was tired, maybe he needed some touch too. you curled into him, your pounding head fell on his shoulder. He didn’t dare touch you with his metal arm, he was still scared of it himself.
“It'll be over soon.” Bucky cooed in your ear, a lie, he knew that. “you can make it through this.”
“mhm,” your eyebrows knotted and you clenched your teeth hard. “mhm, no— it hurts…”
“shhh…” he hushed and continued to rub at your back.
you cling to him as if your life depended on it, it felt like dying. you felt crazy, insane — latching into a man you’d never met and could very well take this advantage. but he seemed good, and you’ve been through the worse imaginable things in the past year and his hand is so warm.
“What's your name?” Bucky asked, soft and quiet. like he was trying to make sure no one heard because they could always be listening.
“y/n.” you choked out through moans of pain.
“you’ll be okay, y/n.” Bucky wasn’t sure if that was the truth or not. He'd already seen two subjects die from the serum, and you weren’t looking too good. the serum would tear a girl your size apart. “you’ll be okay. my name’s James you can call me Bucky.”
“James. Bucky,” you repeated under your breath, good, you were keeping yourself conscious. You squeezed your eyes shut and pushed your face farther into his chest, fist curled so tight you were drawing blood from pressing your nails into your palm. Bucky couldn’t watch, he raised his chin high.
“how’d you end up here?” he asked, mostly to distract you. keep you conscious and alive. He wondered if death would be better than being here and working for the enemy. Bucky was tired of waiting to be saved by Steve, he was losing hope but that didn’t mean you needed to.
“I was a nurse.” you winced. “in- in the war. the nazi or, uh, hydra. stormed the camp. I barely remember anything.”
“It’s okay.” Bucky knew the feeling, the time when he fell off the train and woke up was all blurry, and he wasn’t even sure what year it was. “a nurse, that’s great, doll.”
Bucky didn’t even recognize the name until it lulled off his tongue. yeah, he called girls that all the time.
“I wanted to be a real doctor. but a girl like me couldn’t try for a man’s job, I settled on being a midwife but then the war started.” you breathed in and out heavily, you were slowly calming down and your breath got steady. Bucky continued rubbing your back. “my brother was pissed, but I sighed up anyways.”
“you’re very brave.” was all Bucky could think to say. He thought of Becca — if she’d tried to join the military like that he’d probably have a fit and tie her to the house. no one should be in the crossfires of old men’s selfish affairs, especially a small girl like you. because shit like this happens.
your breath slowed and you stopped responding to bucky’s questions, at first, he was sure you’d given out and died. failed the experiment. but your chest still rose and it seemed you fell asleep from exhaustion and pain. Bucky kept his hand on your back and watched you intently, making sure you didn’t give out like the rest.
Bucky knew the circumstances were less than ideal to be gawking at a girl right now but with your face relaxed and not contouring in pain — you were very beautiful.
-
early 2017. 3 months since you were found in Mongolia.
you pulled the comforter away from your sweat-covered legs, your black shorts and tank clinging to your body, your throat was hoarse and dry and you desperately ached for water. another night of trying to sleep in the “comfy” and “cloud-like” mattered in the avengers compound. full of super-freaks, you didn’t have much room to talk but it was still fucking weird.
and the one that you recognize avoided you like a plague for some reason. the winter soldier, you remember him well — apparently, your memory was much better than his, Steve (Captain America, you knew him from the war, yes you were shocked he was alive) told you Bucky barely remembered his name. so maybe he didn’t remember you, which is probably for the better. you remember everything.
your life before, the times the soldier held you as your muscles grew three times their mass. when the soldier trained you and then being sent away once you both started to grow reliant on each other. you remember surpassing him in abilities after returning a few decades later, the torture at the hands of Zola, Pierce, and any man that came before and after them.
you also remember the panic of the end of Hydra. the last things you remember before they shoved you back in the freezer, just in case the organization regrouped and rose back up. they would need their fist.
Bruce, the nice and timid scientist, was the one you trusted the most. you’d almost choked the life out of him when you awoke and found yourself being poked and prodded. you stayed on guard but after a nice talk with the curly back haired man, you let him do some tests.
Anyway, your bare feet padded on the cold wooden floor. the presence of the AI taunted you, the fact you were always being watched and surveillance bothered you. despite if they were friends or foes, it left you jumpy and restless.
the dimmed warm lights lit the common room's kitchen, floor C, every floor had its own living area. Sam Wilson, the falcon — you like him, he lived here but was currently visiting his family. and Clint Barton, the archer, people called him hawkeye. you thought the name was stupid but never said it out loud because soldier X is as edgy and pretentious as it gets. he was with his family too.
which just left the soldier — Bucky, you needed to get used to calling him his actual name. you were so conditioned to calling him that, you needed to fix that soon.
you found the cabinet that held the glasses, you were still trying to remember where everything was, and poured a glass of water. filtered water was probably the best thing to grace this shit-filled earth. you probably gulped down the entire glass and put the glass on the table with a loud clunk.
“flashbacks?” the familiar horrifying voice spoke up from the lounge area, your head perking up in surprise as you found him laying on the leather couch. of course, the one with similar training would be able to sneak up on you.
“every night.” you scoffed and shuffled towards him. you weren’t even tired, just restless in a way that made you want to rip your hair out. maybe you’d go for a run, even if it was 4 am.
the couch's leather squeaked when you sat down by his feet, Bucky watched you intently as you slouched down with a frustrated huff. You had barely aged from the first time he met you, (yes, he was slowly getting his memories of you back. and maybe that's why he’s been avoiding you, but he’s kind of tired of it now) you just looked more mature, scarier and less like the small timid girl he knew. Bucky retracted his legs and sat up straight next to you.
“I’m still learning how to sleep on those beds,” he grumbles.
“I feel like I’m going to sink through every time I lay down.” you scoffed. Bucky chuckled under his breath, and agreed. “how much do you remember?”
Bucky's face dropped and he bit at his cheek nervously for a moment, “of you? barely anything.”
“makes sense,” you nodded. “for a while Pierce thought we were going to rebel against him and break out, I’m sure they tried their best to wipe any memories.”
“how do you still remember everything so well.”
you dropped your head in guilt, shame, all of it. a shaky exhale left your lips, Bucky watched with confusion dripping from his features.
“I was more compliant, I think it was just survival instincts. I acted like I knew nothing and was all for the cause whenever they brought me out of cryo.” you breathed, you didn’t have anything to control over your mind and to prevent them from using those stupid fucking words on you. And stay out of the chair. “I think I lost myself in it for a while though, it was scary.”
“I understand” Bucky nodded, sometimes he wished he did the same. but no matter what, his emotions took control and before he realized what he was doing they were strapping him to that stupid chair and scrambling his brain like fucking eggs.
your eyes glanced at the electric clock blinking on the wall. 4:45 am, you exhaled. mostly tired of talking about depressing shit and the nerves in your bones to just go. you could bond over trauma later.
“Want to go for a run?” you smirked towards Bucky, the dim lights showed just enough for him to see it.
hesitantly, Bucky nodded. “That sounds nice.”
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“Ohhh my god, you know what we haven’t done in forever?” Gem suddenly gasped, scaring Impulse and Pearl, who had been peacefully eating their breakfasts.
“What’s that, Gem?” Impulse asked kindly.
“GIRLS NIGHT!!!” Gem screeched, grabbing Pearl by the arm and shaking her. Pearl muttered several violent threats, as she was still half asleep and very much not a morning person, but Gem ignored her. “Ohhhhh my god that could be so much fun! Makeup and secrets and karaoke!”
“You should!” Impulse smiled warmly at her over his newspaper. “Do you want me to get you two some snacks or anything?”
“Oh, Impulse, didn’t you know?” Gem asked. “You are an honorary girlie… you’re doing Girl’s Night with us!”
Gem insisted that Pearl and Impulse meet at her castle later in the day, so she had time to prepare. Impulse didn’t really understand how much there was to prepare, but it wasn’t until he got to the castle did he understand.
Gem’s dedication to Girl’s Night was quite impressive. Gem had matching monogrammed pajamas for each of them. She had set out a buffet of snacks and drinks in one room of her castle. One room was entirely dedicated to pillows and blankets. And she had an itemized list of activities for the girlies to do.
—— pillow fight!——
“Okay, Impulse, please select your pillow weapons and armor.” Gem said.
“Pillow armor?” Impulse questioned, walking into the pillow and blanket room.
“Yeah, when Gem says pillow fight, she means we’re gonna hunt each other down.” Pearl replied, tying a pillow around her chest and picking up a long body pillow. “I usually win, by the way.”
And yes, indeed, Pearl did in fact win, in a dramatic conclusion where she chased Impulse and Gem down the entire length of Gem’s castle and tackled them to the ground. Impulse understood the need for the pillow armor.
——gossiping!——
“Okay, age old question, Impy.” Both girls looked at him expectantly, wine glasses I hand. “Which is the cutest block in Minecraft?”
“Bdubs.” Impulse said dreamily.
“Well I like birch, and not because- wait what?” Gem asked.
“Minecraft block, Impulse.” Pearl whispered.
Impulse turned bright red. “Oh! Yeah, uh, quartz. Quartz is a cute block.”
Pearl and Gem screamed in laughter, clutching each other as to not fall over in hysterics.
——truth or dare!——
“Okay, truth or dare, Gem?”
Gem giggled. “Omg, okay, dare!”
Pearl laughed very ominously. “Okay, I dare you to find Xisuma’s bedroom and shout ‘fuck’ at the top of your lungs at the foot of his bed.”
“Oh my god, Pearl, do you want her to die? It’s like the middle of the night.” Impulse gasped, a hand over his mouth.
Gem also had a hand over her mouth, but lowered it to give them both a stoic look. “I will do it, for it is Girl’s Night, and I honor the Girl’s Night truth or dare code.”
They found Xisuma asleep in his mega base, surrounded by bones. Impulse and Pearl stood at the doorway of his room, ready to run. Gem snuck up until she was standing at Xisuma’s bed, and took a deep breath.
“FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”
“ah!” Xisuma jumped out of bed, or tried to, but instead got twisted in his blankets and fell into a pile of bones by his bed.
“RUN!” Impulse shouted, and all three scattered, giggling wildly.
——
They all woke up the next morning hungover and with a very grumpy Xisuma standing over them, arms crossed. And although they tried their best, they couldn’t girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep their way out of this one.
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HONEY | L.M. & K.G.
chapter eight.
"𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨—𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨."
-Sza, Circa 2023
THE TAYLOR RESIDENCE
the story of
DETROIT
khaleesi
FUTURE
and ace.
CHAPTER TWO.
If you told me a year ago that I would have two beautiful kids with the most notorious dealers in Detroit I'd tell you you're lying. Kamari I would believe but Ace, not so much. Mari is chill, calm and calculated with his moves—very strategic might I add. Shy, but very emotionally intelligent. Ace, a wildcard and—well, do I even need to say much he's a fire sign. That night in the diner was considered iconic, memorable even.
It triggered the beef between Mari and my brother even more, Ace and Q were allies and it only made things worse. Little did I know, the man I met that night would be someone I'd come to love for the next couple of months—a love that grew so much we created a baby girl, Alari.
•••
Kamari had not talked to Khaleesi since last night, she kept watching the clock—bored with each passing second. She was concerned, was he okay? Things got hectic, his friends dropped her off with no words—just silence. She takes another bite of her oats and chews them slowly, she just wants to be in his presence. Khaleesi hears her phone ring and jumps, she drops her spoon ignoring the loud clattering of the glass.
"Unknown caller?" She furrows her eyebrows and answers out of curiosity.
"Hello?"
"Leesi." The man's voice from last night vibrating through her ear, her mouth slightly open as she's lost on what to do. "I know you on the other side."
"How did you get my shit?"
"Calm down with all that, I just wanna talk."
"About?"
"Your brother know you fucking enemies?" She heard his footsteps walking, pacing back and forth—Khaleesi's heart dropping to the pit of her stomach.
"I'll fucking kill you if you-"
"What I say?" Khaleesi scoffs and hangs up on him out of impulse. She breathes heavily watching as he calls back, her finger pressing on the green button.
"Nigga, fuck you." Khaleesi says as quietly as she can.
"I don't think you'd be doing all that talking if we got to know each other for real. Outside, 5 minutes."
"No."
"I'll come in this bitch and get you personally." Khaleesi leans her head back looking toward the doorway, she speed walks over to the foyer—her bare feet patting against the tile. She opens the door and he leans on the entrance, that same cheeky smile on his face. "What's up?" A cut going across his cheek, she eyes it making him touch it gently. "Don't worry, I'm good."
"I don't care, are you insane?"
"Are you impressed?"
"Ayo!" Q Taylor shouts from behind him, pulling up in an all black G-wagon. Music coming from his car and echoing into the atmosphere, he takes a swisher from out of his mouth. "Ace, bruh, suppliers not coming in till later. Ma dukes making dinner, 2K on the TV. Lil sis, what's up? Why you standing in the door, goofy."
He smashes Khaleesi's hair and she sighs out of irritation hitting him in his arm, he bucks at her and she pushes her finger back against his forehead. Ace laughs at the two and she glares at him quickly while fixing her hair. "I'm going to my room, don't be obnoxious. Bitch ass niggas." Khaleesi screams as she walks up the stairs, they look back at her.
"Aye." They say in unison, she stomps her way to her room—slamming the door behind her. She had came back down an hour later, all dressed up and smelling like a field of fresh flowers. Her hair curled to perfection and parted in the middle—her heels clacking on the stone stairs.
"Where you going?" Ace stands in front of the island making him a sandwich, he squeezes a generous amount of mustard on the bread.
"None of your business."
"Hope it's not with that traitor ass nigga." His voice increasing on the certain word, she widens her eyes then looks around the living room quickly—Q nowhere to be found. "He's not here." Khaleesi crosses her legs and flicks her hair out of her face, he takes a bite of his sandwich then nods his head.
"What do you want?"
"I don't want nothing from you, love."
"Then what? You're just going to hang this over my head?"
"Why you so uptight with me? That shit gotta stop."
"Excuse me?" Khaleesi sees him shaking his head, chuckling. "You're impossible!" She walks toward the door, hearing his footsteps—rolling her eyes. "Nigga, I swear to god if you grab me!" He places his hand on her shoulder, Leesi turns around slapping him on the cheek. He pushes her back onto the door, Khaleesi exhaling deeply while coming face-to-face with him.
"There you go, you calm?"
"Very much so."
"Mhm."
"Move." He looks her up and down then backs away, Khaleesi eyes him while turning around.
"My bad, I'll give you your space."
"Yea, do that."
"Do me a favor, before you leave? Ask Kamari about his plan to kill your brother and you."
"What?" Khaleesi's eyebrows crease as she turns around completely, staring at him dumbfounded. "He would never."
"No, I would never lie to you."
"You tweaking."
"Me? Shawty, your man is planning on killing you and you talking about me?" He scowls and strolls back to the kitchen, taking ahold of his sandwich and biting into it for the second time—the crunch of the potato chips on the bread irritating Khaleesi even more. "I'm tryna save you."
"I'll ask him myself." He looks up at her, putting his sandwich down then shifting back and forth on his feet—standing still. "He wouldn't do this, you're a fucking liar."
"Be mad at me all you want, I'm not letting you go over there, forget it." The shining golds on his selected teeth peek out at her when she glances in his direction—making sure she had enough time, Khaleesi opens the door leaving swiftly.
"Khaleesi! Yo." She races to her car in her heels, chuckling—she didn't look back once. "You better not get in that damn car." Leesi climbs in and slams her door, she locks the vehicle then sticks her tongue out at him. "I swear on everything! You stubborn as hell." He pulls on the handle then kicks the door, Khaleesi holds up her middle finger. "Mhm, keep that same energy when I get ahold of ya ass."
She pulls off turning up the music on the radio, Khaleesi sits back and shakes her hair from her face. What he said about Kamari sticks to her mind, he wouldn't—would he? Khaleesi had already been through this with Kali, hearing it again had to mean it was true. And who did this man think he was? She thinks rather loudly, his cologne still lingering around her nostrils. The way he handled her though? She scrunches up her nose then shakes her head, she doesn't want to think too deeply on it.
•••
"𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩. 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩."
-Tink, Circa 2024
She knew this was going to be hard, Khaleesi didn't want to just come out asking about the elephant on her mind. She hears the rambunctious music on the other side of the door, looking down the dim hallway once again before knocking. She shifts back and forth on her feet, fumbling with her fingers. When he takes longer than expected she begins to get nervous, emotional even.
Khaleesi bangs on the door now, she sighs stepping back for a second. "Mari!"
It opens and Kamari comes out, he jerks Khaleesi in and she gasps. "How the hell you get here?" She wraps her arms around his neck, throwing all of her weight on him—he hugs her back tightly. "Baby, what's wrong? Who messed with you?" Khaleesi leans back, tears streaming down her face. Kamari grabs her waist then glances over at the men in the living room, looks of concern on their faces.
She concealed hers into his shoulder as Kofi walks over, Kamari looks at him then walks the both of them past the living room and down the corridor. They go into the bedroom and Khaleesi takes a seat on the bed, she swipes at her tears—preventing the rest from sliding down. The diamonds on her long nails shimmering under the LED lights, Kamari walks up to her—placing his hand on her cheek. "What happened?"
"Someone," Khaleesi clears her throat then tried her best to look up at him, her eyes landing on Kamari after a few seconds, "they told me you want to kill Q and m-me."
"Whose this someone?"
"That's not the point, Kamari."
"It's the main damn point, what are we talking about right now?" Khaleesi stands up making him back up a little, she presses on his chest when he wouldn't move out of the way. "Khaleesi."
"I don't want to do this with all the yelling and cussing."
"Do what? What are we doing? Hm?" He gets in her face, she stares up at him—their lips grazing. He leans down just an inch, kissing her—Khaleesi moans then places her arms around his neck once again. He bends down to pick her up—just to lay her on the bed, he pulls her dress up then tugs her underwear off.
She sits up watching his tongue attack her clit, her back feeling weak as she falls back onto the mattress—Khaleesi whimpers bringing her hands over her breast. "Oh shit, baby." She pushes him and he smiles at her kissing her deeply, his teeth biting down gently on her bottom lip. "We have to stop... Mari."
"You want me to stop? Is that what you want me to do?" He says, while going back down in between her thighs, Khaleesi breathes softly preparing to feel him on her again. His tongue flicks onto her clit, she gasps—her hand holding on to the back of his neck as she rolls her hips. "You don't want me to stop for real."
"Mari, oh my- fuck yes." She cries as the pressure between her hips causes her vision to cloud. He kisses her clit one more time before standing up and pulling her closer to him. "We can't, we can't we have to talk." Khaleesi exhales, her chest heaving up and down as she presses a kiss on his lips. "Mari, I love you."
"I love you."
"Then tell me the truth, please." He looks at her, his hands relaxing on her waist.
"There was a plan- Khaleesi listen, we only had it just in case anything went left when I met you." She shakes her head, shoving her body against his—she pushes him harder this time and with her hands. "Leesi."
"You planned this whole thing? You were using me to get back at Q."
"No, fuck no it's not like that."
"Then what's it like? I trusted you."
"No, Khaleesi listen, please." She stands up getting away from him swiftly, her hands moving him. "I'm not going nowhere, so fuck that shit."
"I don't want to talk to you, we're done, Mari."
"The fuck? No the hell we not." Khaleesi turns toward him and crosses her arms over her chest, she pulls her dress down then grabs her purse off the bed. "Let's finish talking."
"No, I want to leave," Kamari clenches his jaw and watches as Khaleesi fixes her hair. They stood on the opposite sides of the room, he wants to be close to her but she wasn't allowing it—her walls shooting up in an instant.
"I don't know what the hell you did in your last shit but you ain't running from this, we not done talking and we not done." He walks over to her and she steps back, turning her head away from him. "Don't be like that."
"You have five minutes."
"We had a plan just in case things went left and clearly they didn't. Yes, I planned the meet up at the gas station but you already knew I was crazy, Khaleesi. We thought you might be on Q's side but clearly you stand by yourself and I'm sorry. Baby, I'm sorry, you can be mad at me as long as you want but we not breaking up."
"I have to think."
"Okay, then think here."
"No, Mari. I just need to be away from you. I can't trust you, not right now."
"I don't wanna be away from you." She could feel his intense stare on her, Khaleesi breaks away and opens the bedroom door. She walks out quickly, tears threatening to fall down her face once again. Kofi walks up and holds his hands up, she shakes her head and leaves. "Nigga, you just let her go?" Kamari runs out into the hallway, his friend looking confused.
"I don't know what's going on, nigga!" He catches up to her, grabbing onto her hand.
"Leesi, please." Kamari pulls her in, she hits him against his chest and he grunts reaching for her once again.
"Leave me alone!"
"No, you not leaving here till we on good terms. I gotta know you coming back to me. Fuck, Leesi just stay." She glares at him pulling her hand away from him. "We don't gotta touch, look at each other, none of that I just want you here." She wanted to give in so badly, the way he was looking at her was filled with nothing but love and admiration.
"I wanna leave, Mari."
"Okay, okay. Just promise me, you'll call me when you get home." His hand holding on to her wrist softly, he looks at her for several seconds. "Let me take you home."
"No, I want someone else too." She couldn't even look at him, she could feel the disapproval radiating off his body.
"Okay... Khaleesi, I love you."
"I know."
•••
Kofi had dropped Khaleesi back off at her car then followed her on the way, he didn't go far into the neighborhood—just close enough to make sure she made it. She parks her
Altima and collapses onto the steering wheel, Khaleesi feels tears pricking at her eyes and groans out of frustration. "Not right now." Her voice soft and breaking with each second, Khaleesi gets out and treads toward the house.
She walks inside then furrows her eyebrows when she steps into a cloud of smoke—yelling coming from the living room.  She coughs and shoos the smell away from her nose—Khaleesi glances toward the kitchen seeing Ace, Q, and his friends around the island smoking and watching a fight on the small television diagonal from the microwave. "Why tonight?"
"Afternoon, Leesi." She gestures at the men standing near the door with AK's around their bodies, her hands rubbing her eyes out of exhaustion. Coming home to her brothers obnoxious meetups was nothing new, in fact, it happened almost every night when she was in high school.
Ace spots Khaleesi and subtly eyes her, she drags her body upstairs—fantasizing about laying in her bed and crashing for the night. She barges into her room and falls on the soft sheets, Leesi screams into the comforter then sighs heavily when she realizes that that didn't solve anything. She hears a knock on her door and sits up quickly, Ace standing at the entrance.
"I heard you scream, trouble in paradise?"
"Yo, get the fuck out my room!" She yells and grabs a pillow throwing it at his face. Khaleesi stomps up to him then without thinking, swings her arm back and punches him right on the cheek. His head moving carelessly to the right, she steps back her mind racing.
Her hands clasped over her mouth out of shock, Ace moves his jaw to the left—then to the right. He moves toward her and she backs up gradually, one foot behind the other.
The silence in the room so deafening it was suffocating, her hair falling over her face for the thousandth time today. Ace leans down kissing her, their lips smacking against one another. Leesi moans under her breath, her body wanting his touch.
They pull away, their breathing now the only audible thing in the room—her eyelids slowly falling on his face. He was getting excited and she could tell, glancing down at the print outlining his sweats. "What you tryna do?"
His voice low and seductive-like, he leans forward to kiss her again—she lifts up and he pulls back before his lips could hit hers. They kiss once again, Khaleesi could feel her body getting feeble—her hand laying on his cheek as he takes off his jacket. Her palms sliding down the multiple tattoos etched in his skin, he lets it drop to the floor then pulls her body closer to him by her shirt. She gasps feeling his hand grab ahold of her neck, Khaleesi whimpers—the kiss becoming deeper.
"Ace." She begs and he pulls away smiling against her lips.
"Shut the fuck up."  He pushes her against the dresser, everything was moving so fast she couldn't keep up. "You wanna hit me, now you wanna say my name? I'm confused." Her hands gripping on his wrist as he stares down at her, the tension between them was dense. Her panties soaking by now, he squeezes the sides of her neck causing Khaleesi to kiss him suddenly once again.
He pulls her away, only to pick her up into his arms and place her on the dresser. "You want me all in that pussy, don't you?" His raspy voice vibrating against her mouth, Khaleesi moans—a sharp gasp coming from her lips when she feels his fingers massage onto her clit. Her eyes slightly rolling into the back of her head, he hums in agreement—loving the way she looks in this moment. "Wet ass pussy, fuck."
"Fuck, Ace." She says as quietly as she could, the bedroom door still open. Their lips meeting once again, his tongue slipping into her mouth—a moan going into his.
"Say my name like that again and I'mma turn you the fuck out." He says, softly—breaking away, his fingers coming out from between her thighs. Ace grins, moving from her completely—he picks up his jacket. His teeth biting on the corner of his bottom lip as he looks at Khaleesi's embarrassed figure. "We good?" She stands up straight, straightening her dress hurriedly.
"Yes, sorry. For hitting you, I mean."
"No worries, a nigga got studying to do—give me your phone." Her eyes dart across the room searching for it, she spots it then unlocks the device seeing that Kamari had called her several times. "Hubby call?" She gasps when she realizes he was right in front of her, his hand held out.
"Don't accidentally hit his contact."
"I got this." She watches him carefully as he punches a few keys on the board, Khaleesi peeks over at the screen watching him. She glances up at Ace and he leans down placing a tender kiss on her lips. "Block him." He hands her the phone back, their eyes on one another.  "I'mma hit you up, stay away from that nigga." His voice was earnest, Khaleesi nods her head hesitantly as he walks out of the bedroom.
She relaxes against the dresser, her body tense. Her fingers playing with the bottom of her dress randomly, she didn't know what to do with herself. "What the fuck just happened?" Khaleesi's head switches over to the door, Kali stands there her face filled with confusion. "Girl, are you talking to Ace? What about Kamari?"
Khaleesi rolls her eyes and rushes her sister out of her room quickly, Kali yells trying to keep the door open. "Leesi!"
"I'll tell you later, I need to meditate!" She shuts it completely.
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Hello I love your works so much!!!! May I request a yandere bully aespa react to someone taking interest in there victim. Please and thank you 😁
Aww~ thanks anon 😊, sorry this took a while, I'm just getting back into writing. Thank you for your patience.
Yandere!bully aespa reaction to someone taking an interest in their victim.
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Karina
When the poor excuse of a teenage boy had confessed to you, karina almost lost it. Her mind was bubbling and ashy steam was leaking from her ears like she was a pot in use. 
Her brain was under immense pressure as she thought it through with irrational solutions with outcomes that are only seen as a win-win for her and her only. Either way, this kid was screwed. Either way, you were screwed.
But she acted on impulse to save both you and her aching heart that yearns to be with you.
Her fists were clamped tight as she walked behind the male, eyes demanding him to look at her. Even without speaking, her presence was enough to alert him of her horrendous intentions. 
When he turned to face her, his face went whalebone white and his eyes were sealed with his own doom. His face had fallen from hopeful to hopeless within mere seconds. 
Everyone knew Karina had liked you, and this boy wanted to push his luck, and by pushing his luck, he earned a punishment in the making.
The boy made a mistake, it was time he paid for that.
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Giselle
Giselle had heard of many rumours around the school. The head teacher slept with the school slut. The band kids had ironically performed live at the music bank awards and even one where the most useless kid in school had graduated already. They all made her bored.
But there was one rumour, a recent one that had caught her ear. Apparently one of the classic Jocks had caught the love bug for someone she very much liked. She may not show it, but it doesn't mean it's not there.
It wasn't until Giselle found herself inside of the boys locker rooms that she even knew what she was doing. 
A slip of torn paper rested in the Jocks locker, a blood stain dripped on the roughed edge. It was a threat, no doubt about it. The things she wrote down would be enough to scare off any sadistic person- so it was definite to mess with a dumb Jock like this student.
But despite the certain possibility of the Jock actually leaving you alone, Giselle would still want to get her hands dirty– if you know what I mean.
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Winter
Her heart had dropped into the acidic lake in her stomach. It burned, stung to even think about you with someone that doesn't even love you anywhere near the amount Winter had yet to share.
She had hunted the girl down- the one that supposedly loves you more than Winter does- and it wasn't a pleasant night for that worthless girl. Winter had spent hours cleaning herself after, but it was worth the headline the following day.
"Teenage student brutally murdered in her own bedroom. Are any of us safe?" It was obviously nothing new to Winter, plus the headlines are unnecessarily over dramatic these days.
But every action has a consequence, because that's when she found out you liked the now dead girl back. You had spent the day in tears, crying into your arm as sobs poured from your trembling mouth.
That's when Winter felt the need to jump in, like it was her opportunity to start being open with you. Despite the unrequited love, Winter would have to find a way to stop bullying you to try and swoop you off your feet.
Winter may have hurt you in the past, but she has more than enough love to heal you.
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Ningning
Her ears drummed the familiar tune of satanic bells. Ningning had felt her world crumble at the sight of the female student confessing her love for you in the middle of a football match.
She was sweaty, covered in dirt and probably stank of body odour. That's no way to present yourself when confessing, especially not to someone so out of her league anyway.
Ningning saw only herself as your perfect fit, even if she does belittle you almost every day that has come and gone. You're made for her just as much as she is for you. No buts.
Luckily, Ningning had squished her way beside you before the game started. She didn't want to go, but she had that feeling deep in her gut something was going to happen. 
Due to the proximity of you and her, plus everyone's eyes on you- waiting for a response, Ningning acted up.
She grabbed your wrists, bringing you to stand with her as she smashed her lips against yours in a rough but passionate kiss that no one could reject.
You were her top priority, she'll deal with that pest later.
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