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fastcardotmp3 · 1 year

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Ronance AU where after the Upside Down has been neutralized and the fight for Hawkins is over, they go their separate ways and stay in touch largely through letters.

A couple of months together at the end of the world, a couple more helping Hawkins rebuild in the aftermath, and then Nancy is off to the East Coast for college and Robin is taking a gap year to spend the time with her family she lost in the war and they're not quite close enough for regular phone calls at that point, but Robin gets a great picture of Mike and the kids that she just knows will bring a smile to Nancy's face so she sends it and that's--

Well that's how it starts.

Polaroids with little notes at the bottom to show each other what they're up to, where they've been, who they've been with. Robin thinks it's easier to get to know Nancy Wheeler through the written word, none of their individual hang-ups can be in the room to get in the way and Nancy is just-- God she knows how to string a sentence together.

It's life updates and questions asked and answered and book and movie recommendations and--

Steve and I are moving to Chicago in the summer so I can start that linguistics program I told you about.

I usually have a layover in Chicago! Maybe I'll take a day to see the sights...?

It's plans made and it was good to see you's and more Polaroid photos with little notes at the bottom and it goes on for years, is the thing.

They move around and never end up in the same place. Nancy is chasing her dreams and chasing stories from city to city and country to country and she hardly sees her family outside of major holidays let alone Robin, but Robin gets the uncensored preview to a lot of her articles in long-hand scrawl from a cramped airplane seat and that's nearly as good.

Steve is Robin's platonic soulmate, always will be the bastard, but the more years it goes on through the end of both their undergraduate years and then into Robin's first Master's and Nancy's first staff writer gig and then into careers and new friends and lives and their thirties, well.

Well, Robin is pretty sure that Nancy Wheeler is her best friend. At least on paper.

It's like, the letters don't come every week or even every month, but every single time that familiar handwriting with a new return address comes sliding into her mailbox, thicker with photos the longer it's been, there's this flutter of utter joy and gratitude that Robin just can't deny herself.

Nancy Wheeler sure can string a sentence together. She can string a sentence together so good that Robin knows her just from pen and paper. Sees her just from the wall of Polaroids that travels with Robin from Chicago to a couple years getting yet another degree at UCLA and all the way back home again to Indiana.

When Robin imparts the news that she's gotten a teaching position (now that she has her doctorate) at IU, Bloomington to Nancy, it's with tongue-in-cheek jokes about whether or not this place is haunted too, but mostly Robin points out that she'll be close by again for when Nancy visits her parents.

She sends the letter before she gets into the passenger seat of the U-Haul Steve has insisted on driving cross-country for her out of fear for your safety, Buckley which is code for we haven't been on a road trip in too long and I miss you. But what it really means, the haste and the excitement, is that she doesn't manage to get her new address into the letter before it's already in the mail.

It shouldn't matter. She'll send another one when she gets to Bloomington in a week or so, depending on how many roadside attractions she and Steve decide to indulge in like they're teenagers with all the time in the world and not thirty-five-year-old dweebs singing along to mixtapes they made in 1987.

It shouldn't matter.

Miraculously, it doesn't.

She's getting a feel for the new campus the first time she sees Nancy Wheeler in probably four years, walking through the lobby of the student union like she belongs there.

(She belongs anywhere she decides to lay her feet, Robin thinks.)

She's walking through the student union, and out of nowhere Robin is a too-blunt, no-filter teenager and--

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Hallowed halls of a respected institution, Robin couldn't care less about it as Nancy turns over her shoulder and beams.

"I'm sorry," she gives Robin a once-over like she had been waiting for this moment, like she had known, "who are you?"

Robin is lifted across the room by the force of her own joyous laughter before she even has the chance to call Nancy any of the names she'd like too, wrapped up around her and swaying in the middle of what will become a well-used study space once the semester starts in a week.

Wrapped up around her. Feeling her here and now and real as she is on the page. Nancy Wheeler knows how to string a sentence together with a pen, but god does she know how to do it off her tongue just the same. Everything that rolls out of her and into the world has Robin's cheeks aching from how hard she smiles, has her buzzing despite the lack of caffeine in her system.

Because as it turns out, Robin isn't the only one coming home, isn't the only one looking to maybe create a home base to return to at the end of each long trip, isn't the only one who snagged a gig teaching a new generation of world savers just how to do it. (The IU School of Journalism is, after all, one of the best in the country, and thus fitting of a mind like Nancy Wheeler's.)

It's strange, not to need to pen a letter to talk to her anymore, to be able to go for dinner on Thursdays after classes or work on lesson plans in tandem in Robin's eclectic living room because Nancy is still very much working on the whole having furniture thing after so many years on the road.

Robin knows it won't last forever, that Nancy can't sit still for more than the next couple of years she's on contract here, but the longer they spend together the more it becomes clear that Nancy really does want a place to come home to for longer stints in between assignments.

She wants roots, she says, people and bars where she can consider herself a regular and students to teach how to take no shit from the old guard.

Robin wants that for her too. Wants to make that happen for her. Wants it to be here.

With her.

They're not kids anymore, and the world doesn't need saving in the same way it once did, and the pictures they take now are together, together, together and Robin finds it's so much easier than she ever thought it could be at seventeen years old to look at the woman she loves and not be afraid of it.

To lean into her on the couch while they listen to a record Nancy had picked up somewhere in her travels in a language Robin speaks and can translate in real time, to share her space, to kiss her like they've been kissing all this time and like they're inventing something new wrapped up in one.

"So, roots, huh?" Robin breathes, foreheads tipped together and those blue eyes bigger and brighter than ever.

Nancy Wheeler knows how to string together a sentence, but all she needs right then is two words.

"Yeah," she smiles, bright as the flash on a Polaroid camera, "roots."

#dot post #dot fic #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy x robin #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #thinking about university dykes tonight just imagine they are the It couple on campus #oh my god they're PhDykes

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maple-the-awesome · 8 months

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 29

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

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Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: THE WOES OF PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE

The forest is quiet, making for what should be the perfect place to let thoughts wander without limit or distraction. These thoughts - no matter how dull - should only stray to the sound of a bird flapping its wings above or the distant rumbling of a car - Oh, and there's also soft crunching beneath every tig-covered footstep. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Loud to his ears, yet still too silent for anyone else to hear.

There's voices now - both mumbled, although somehow he can still make out the joy behind whatever words are being spoken. A door closes when the voices stop. Footsteps, which are much louder than his own seeing as they make no attempt to hide, skip over gravel, stopping only temporarily at the side of the rumbling car - its door is opened then closed - before moving around to the opposite side. One of the voices from before is humming a happy little tune that a side of him, buried deep, deep down, is tempted to sing along with.

Why is he here? He shouldn't be here. He needs to be here, but he also shouldn't. He wants to leave for some reason possibly relating to that same side of him that wanted to sing, although it doesn't really want to sing now. Currently, it's aching - crying maybe - and filling his heart with a foreign feeling he doesn't quite remember, yet has felt someplace before; he just wouldn't know where.

He feels truly sick - sick right down to his bones. He's never felt sick before or has he? If so, it's definitely been awhile. He feels sick pulling the trigger and he feels sick walking across the beautiful green lawn that has been religiously watered out front of a very fitting mansion. His own boots soon click across the same gravel driveway, approaching the rumbling car that speaks alone now, no longer accompanied by that happy little tune from before.

His hands are shaking now - no longer steady as he's always known them to be. There's an extra wetness to his eyes, too much for them to handle which results in them overflowing as he kneels down and hesitates to reach out.

The person who that sweet, joyful voice belonged to no longer makes a sound - not in words nor breath. She instead lies motionlessly, slumped with her back against the car and head hung forward limply. He has to carefully move her long brown hair aside to actually see her face, but when he does, it just makes this whole nightmare a million times worse.

Bucky could throw up at the sight of you sitting there, (e/c) eyes half lidded in a dull stare as thick blood drips down the front of your face in more rivers than one. The sight takes him by surprise, causing him to rip his hand away from your hair as he almost tumbles backwards in horror. A gurgled sound leaves his lips - something between a cry of fright and moan of heartbreak. It echoes even when he shoots up straight, sucking a deep breath into his lungs which suddenly feel like they haven't had air in ages.

Bucky heaves, his eyes quick to scan his surroundings to ensure he's still right where he had gone to sleep last night, lying on the floor of his apartment with a thin blanket and the TV on low, its screen giving light to the otherwise dark room.

He runs his hands through his hair then drag them over his face where they remain as he sobs into them. Being safe in his apartment gives him no comfort. Existing forty-nine years after that awful incident makes him feel no better. His anxiety makes the walls close in, suffocating him against his own thoughts and nightmares which apparently take turns torturing him day in and day out.

For a second, he actually glances around the floor for his phone, his mind jumping to the instant idea of calling you. If he does, regardless of the hour, you'll more than likely answer - that be it groggy since he would be waking you up at an ungodly hour, but you'd answer nevertheless. Knowing you, you'd question if he's okay, however you wouldn't dare go any further into the matter unless he's willing. You'd spare him the horror of having to discuss his nightmare and probably even be kind enough to avoid bringing up any mention of your last conversation...but he quickly gets rid of that thought; he refuses to call you.

Sleep is useless - he can't sleep so long as he keeps closing his eyes and seeing that haunting image of you slumped over with a bullet in your head like that. It's three am and his appointment is at nine...He should get up and get ready for it as much as he dreads doing so...

"Are your nightmares getting any worse?"

"I've noticed you've been particularly tense these last few sessions. Any reason as to why?"

"...How's (Y/n) doing?" This is the first question today that successfully gets a reaction from Bucky, causing him to visibly stiffen in his seat. If his therapist noticed, she doesn't comment on it, speaking while still gazing down at her empty notepad, "I haven't heard you mention their name in a while. Have you not been spending a lot of time together lately?"

"...No..."

"And why's that?"

Bucky presses his lips together, wanting to snap back that it's none of her business, but instead he says nothing, fearing that if he so much as refers to you in thought, he won't be able to stop himself from a flood of unwanted emotions. If he breaks here of all places, Dr. Raynor will never let it go, pressing further into the wound which he really doesn't need right now.

Unfortunately, despite his silence and like always, Dr. Raynor doesn't give up so easily, setting her notepad down on her lap and facing him with an unamused look, "It's important for mental health to retain healthy relationships, James. Humans need interaction with others - we're social animals, not to mention it helps to be able to lean on someone you trust in times of hardship, especially if they're someone you have history with compared to a stranger like myself.

"Based on the notes I've received on your time after HYDRA and what you've said yourself in our previous sessions - that be it very little - it seems to me that you're rather close with (Y/n) who has had a good influence on your recovery process. It might be beneficial for you to take advantage of that by discussing your concerns with them if you haven't already. It doesn't have to be your whole life story or any of the nitty-gritty details, you can just start out small if you want. Sometimes it can help to simply let someone know when you're feeling down. Doing so might even take some weight off of your shoulders, wouldn't you think?"

Bucky shakes his head bitterly, desperately wanting to point out that while you may have been close to him during those years following HYDRA, you have your own life now that doesn't need to revolve around his. You lost five years to the Blip, after all, and that doesn't count all the time you spent coddling him beforehand. If anything, it's long overdue for you to move on and start focusing on yourself. You're all only getting older here.

It's clear that, per usual, Bucky's silence is testing Dr. Raynor's patience, yet she fights the urge to roll her eyes by instead beginning to writing down a few things on her notepad, "I going to assign you new homework to complete sometime before for our next session -"

"- Great -" Unlike Dr. Raynor, Bucky has no shame in rolling his own eyes and slapping his hands against his lap as a show of his growing irritation towards this conversation.

"- I want you to write (Y/n) a letter. Same rules as I mentioned before. It doesn't have to be anything grand - doesn't even have to be given to them. Just focus on writing a mock letter addressed to them. In it, I want you to tell them about how you feel regarding their presence in your life -" Bucky scoffs, "- I want you to reflect on your relationship - both the good and bad - and how they may or may not have helped you throughout it. Feel free to add anything else you might want to get off your chest regarding them as well...Sounds simple enough, right?"

"Sounds like something they have you do in kindergarten," Bucky hisses mostly under his breath.

"Your other option is to answer those questions face-to-face to me," When Bucky grumbles and looks away to glare at the wall, Dr. Raynor knows she's gotten him in a corner.

She finishes writing on her notepad, her voice softer than last time as she puts her full attention on him, "Think of it as being similar to our goals in making amends. Even though (Y/n) is your friend, there could still be some things you might have left to tell them - perhaps even some tense feelings given how you apparently haven't been spending as much time together recently. Writing that sort of stuff out for your own review might be the first step to helping you short out whatever complicated feelings you may have while also being reminded of the good ones."

Bucky grumbles to himself, unable to tell if the store is out of his favorite coffee brand or if he's just too upset over his earlier therapy session to actually see it. His finger drags over each price label, at last finding the one he's looking for. Yep, they're completely out...

Sighing, he stands straight and gazes over the other brands, his eyes catching against a shelf of circle containers and small boxes that are definitely not coffee and thus not what he's come here for, yet he still finds himself reaching out to take one of the boxes in hand. Hot chocolate with those little miniature marshmallows combined...

"No, no! Those are a waste. The marshmallows melt within seconds - you can't even taste them! Get the normal kind here!"

"But you said you wanted marshmallows?" Bucky points out in confusion, not fighting you as you quickly rip the blue box out of his hands and confidently replace it with a red one instead, one that comes with no miniature marshmallows.

"I do, but it's a waaay better investment to buy normal hot chocolate and a bag of little marshmallows than hot chocolate with little marshmallows. They last longer and, the best part -" You nudge his side with your elbow, a smirk playing on your face as you tap your temple, "- We get some left over to snack on. Work smarter not harder, Barnes."

Bucky frowns, dropping the box into his handbasket before heading up front, grabbing a bag of tiny marshmallows along the way. He hurries through self-checkout, hoping his detour shopping trip won't trap him in the afternoon rush, although that might be wishful thinking considering the streets already seem busier now than when he first arrived.

No matter. Bucky takes his typical route home, one hand stuffed in his pocket and the other keeping hold of his single grocery bag. His stomach rumbles at the smell of something good, reminding him that he foolishly decided to skip breakfast despite being up for hours today. There was once a time when he would curiously wonder which business the scent was coming from, but a trained veteran by now, he has learned it belongs to the overly fancy café that is always overflowing with 'hipsters', according to Yori who once took this walk with him.

While not a fan of the number of coffee shops this city has nor the expensive price tags attached to each, Bucky must admit their baked goods at least smell somewhat worth the pretty penny. It likely wouldn't be a far off guess to assume they make their own fresh each morning, teasing all joggers who are fighting to maintain their diets.

Awfully hungry, Bucky considers the idea of going inside for a quick lunch himself, especially when noticing that it doesn't seem too insanely busy upon closer inspection. All of the tables may be occupied (not that they ever have many to begin with), but at least the line doesn't appear long when he gains a quick peek inside as a couple exits through the door.

"I think I liked this place better than the last," You slip out of the restaurant door Bucky sweetly holds open for you, only taking a few steps before waiting for him to follow.

"Oh yeah?" He chuckles, wasting no time offering his arm for you to link yours around, letting him lead you home like the gentleman he is.

"Mmm. Considering the corners of my sandwich weren't burnt to a crisp? Definitely!" You giggle before leaning your head against his chest and humming in delight, "...We should do this more often."

"We will," He whispers back, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Once this war is over and we get married, there'll be nothin' keeping me from taking you out to places like this every night."

"Date night every night, hmm? With you no less?" You stand straight and pretend to give it some thought before snuggling back up to him dramatically, both of you laughing, "Why, that sounds like a dream come true!"

Bucky steps aside quickly, apologizing under his breath to the couple he hadn't realized he was blocking the way of. They both give him a judgmental glance before going on their merry way while locked arm-in-arm. Once they’re gone, he hesitates, almost reaching for the door handle, yet ultimately turning around and continuing his way down the sidewalk. He can always make himself a sandwich at home for far cheaper than what this café would charge anyway.

Walking past the café windows, Bucky still glances inside, confirming that it is indeed lacking any available seats which he convinces himself is all the more reason to just eat at home instead. It's probably pretty noisy in there with all those friends and couples chatting, making for an unpleasant atmosphere compared to what he'd prefer...Quiet, with plenty of space to breathe and think, able to focus on what he wants to...

"Getting worn out from all this socialization?"

"No -" Bucky presses his lips into a thin line, refusing to look away from the window despite there being really nothing of interest out there. He then decides to change his answer and be truthful in a meek voice, "...A bit. I just..."

"It's fine. We can finish up here and get back to the apartment," You lean back in your own chair with crossed arms, giving him a kind and gentle smile that makes him want to forget about all of his anxieties. He's sure that's your goal, too, "You know, I'm proud of you. You've managed to let loose and be yourself within a public space. That's a big step in the right direction."

His lip twitches upwards at your compliment, although he's hesitant to actually accept it, soon lowering his head with a frown, "...This feels wrong..."

"What does?"

"Being out here with you...having a good time when I -...I don't think I -"

"- James Buchanan Barnes," It's amazing how quickly your voice can go from being so soft to stern all within the same conversation. You reach forward and, for a second, Bucky fears you’re going to try holding his hand, however you stop instead with yours laid against the table, your fingers close enough to brush his if you’d just scoot them over a tad, "You have every right to enjoy life. It's gonna feel weird and wrong at first, and it might for a while, but that's a part of the healing process, too. You just have to do your best to set aside those negative thoughts and trust in your own happiness."

Bucky shakes his head, turning heel swiftly and heading straight in the direction of his apartment, determined to make it there without any more stops or distractions. Luckily for the sake of his sanity, it isn’t a far walk from the café, the stairs up to his floor being the longest stretch, but he soon arrives, easily letting himself in then slamming the door a bit too loudly behind himself.

“I…I need to go.”

“O-Okay…Okay, um…I’ll, uh, I-I’ll just give you some sp-space then…”

Bucky runs a hand over his face, dipping his head back against the door and sighing heavily as he tries to push back the memory of how heartbroken you had looked in that moment. He’s seen you sad before, notably when he found you sobbing alone in a backroom after Tony’s funeral and those following months where you looked completely beaten down and depressed as if your whole world was a dull, suffocating blob. Bucky spent so much time trying to help you - to make you feel better since you were the last person who he believed could ever deserve such pain…then he became the one to bring that exact same pain back for you…

It’s for the best. You moved on from losing everyone else, so you’ll learn to move on from him, too. It’s not like he left you entirely alone. He’s sure you still maintain at least some decent contact with the other Avengers not to mention you have family. You’d call any of them if you were truly lonely, maybe go on a few dates like a normal person does after a break up. You weren’t even dating, for crying out loud. Seventy-eight years ago only matters because you keep holding onto it. Just let go and be happy.

“I’m so lucky to have you, James.”

Bucky drops his groceries on the counter, not bothering to put them away as he focuses on grabbing himself a beer from the fridge instead. He curses when he pops off the cap only for it to go flying across the room, bouncing a few times off the ground then sliding under his chair. Great.

Without much effort, he reaches under the chair and taps around blindly for the cap, his fingers brushing something else that he pulls out to view. A white bracelet with red and blue flowers, each having green stems…Your bracelet. He’s suddenly reminded that you were looking for it awhile back, rather upset to have lost it despite his promises to get you a new one. It must’ve fallen under the chair during one of your many visits. That was a few months ago, though. You probably don’t want it back at this point, right?

“Oh great! You found it!” Bucky turns his head just in time for you to kneel beside him and pluck the piece right out of his open hand. Your grin is wide as you look it over, confirming it’s indeed what you were missing, “God, you’re a lifesaver, Barnes! Howard and I have been looking all over for this!”

“Ah - Glad I could be of service?” He can’t help but chuckle in a slight daze as you peck his cheek before immediately standing and hurrying back across the lab, always so passionate about your work which you have every right to be considering your achievements.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you! I mean it!” You only spare one more glance back at him while smirking, “Maybe you should just consider never leaving my side again? It might do us both some good, don’t ya think?”

Bucky jolts out of his thoughts, needing a moment to realize his phone is ringing. He stands up, gripping the bracelet tightly in hand while fishing the device out of his pocket with the other. He’s not sure who he expected, although he isn’t exactly thrilled to see Sam’s name on the screen.

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Melodious Mourning

***Ben Platt?! Hell yes! Okay! I am so so excited about this! Thank you so much @ester-is-here for reminding me how much I love this song. I hope everyone enjoys it. You can listen to the song, if you haven't already, here. Disclaimer: In Case You Don't Live Forever and its lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to the brilliant Ben Platt*** Poly!MC Summary: It's MC's anniversary of their relationship with the Lords of the Devildom. They've planned a little something special to share with them; something that will express how much they love the brothers, while also preparing them for a tragic truth. The time had come. After a long night of celebrating your anniversary with the seven sins, it was time for you to finally show them the surprise you had prepared for them. You giggled as you dragged a tired Belphegor into the music room by his hand, the others following closely behind you. Asmodeus made a small noise of disappointment and leaned against the grand piano in the middle of the room. "You know when you said you had a surprise for us, I must admit this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, " you snorted as Satan smacked Asmo on the back of the head. Asmo yelped and held his head as he glared at Satan. "Though I'm sure that whatever this surprise it will be equally as lovely. Geez, let me finish before you ruin my hair!" Mammon came up beside you. "But what is this surprise though? Is it a diamond? Money? Jewelry? That lost treasure that we never found?" You smiled softly at the Avatar of Greed and poked his nose. "It's better than that. Or at least I hope it will be," You sat down at the piano and took some sheet music out of your bag. "I um...I wanted to sing a song for all of you," you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "With our anniversary being today, I've been thinking a lot about us and all the time that's passed and the what the future will hold, and I-I just thought that this song would be the perfect way to express all of that."

Lucifer placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down at you with an awe-filled, adoring expression. "I wasn't aware you could play. I would've loved to play with you sometime." You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "There will be time for that in the future. For now, it's time for your surprise," you hovered your fingers over the keys and hesitated. The song the message shared was important but would be hard for your lovers to hear. You glanced over at them. "J-Just listen, please. Okay?" Beel frowned at the serious look on your face and nodded. He could sense that there was something important about this performance, something almost dire, that clearly frightened you. "Of course." You took in a shaky breath as you began to move your finger across the keys.

"You put all your faith in my dreams. You gave me the world that I wanted. What did I do to deserve you?" Your smooth voice filled the room and wrapped around the hearts of each of the demons. They smiled gently at your words as a warmth filled their chests. In the years that they were fortunate enough to have you in their lives, they had spent every last second doing their best to keep you happy. They would give you the world if you asked for it, and you knew that. "I follow your steps with my feet. I walk on the road that you started. I need you to know that I heard you. Every word." Since coming here, the brothers have shown you a number of things. Lucifer taught you to be more confident and take pride in the things that you've achieved. Mammon taught you that it was okay to be selfish sometimes to do the things that you wanted. Together, you and Leviathan learned that the only opinion that truly matters is your own. Satan taught you that you define your own fate and meaning and that no one can say who you are except you. Asmodeus taught you to appreciate the pleasures in life, no matter how big or small. Beelzebub engrained in you that your body is a temple that you must cherish, look after, and love. And finally, Belphegore taught you that it's alright to take time for yourself. Each of them had impacted you and fundamentally changed the way that you looked at life, and you would never be able to thank them enough for that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me," you swallowed down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat. You had waited too long to tell them this, that much was true. By now they were irreversibly attached to you. Though you were grateful for it and loved them in return, there was something all of you had been avoiding discussing. You took in a shaky breath; you couldn't hold it off anymore. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now," You could hear their breaths get caught in their throats. Lucifer's hand froze on your back, while Belphie quickly sat up from where he was laying on your shoulder. "MC, what are y-you saying? What are you-" Levi's voice stuttered from behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to look at them as you continued, "I love you more than you'll wrap your head around," you finally glanced over at Levi. The otaku's eyes were wide and filled with fear and concern as he scanned you for any missed injuries or signs of illness. At finding none, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. You offered him a reassuring smile before looking back down at the keys. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." Satan's trembling hand gripped onto your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. "MC, my love, that is beautiful. But you can't just say something like that and not expect us to be concerned. Are you alright? Should I be getting a doctor or Barbatos or do I need to take you to a human hospital?" You paused for a moment to turn to your lovers. "I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me, only that I'm human," you watched as they tensed in realization. "Treasure, that's not-" Mammon stepped forward, but you lifted a hand to stop him. "I've been thinking about the passing of time a lot lately, a-a-and I need to say this. Please, just let me finish?" The sound of your voice close to tears had the brothers wanting to do nothing more than wrap you up in their arms and never let you go again. But there was this desperate glint in your eyes, that none of them could deny. Belphie laid his head back down on your shoulder and buried his face into the fabric of your top. "Go ahead, angel. We're listening." You turned your head to lightly kissed his head, whispering a small thank you, before picking back up the song.

The music filled the room once more, but unlike before where it filled your lovers with joy at the thought of such a sentimental gift, a feeling of dread and unease now swirled in their stomachs. "I've carried this song in my mind. Listen it's echoing in me. But I never helped you to hear it." Your mortality was something that had weighed on your thoughts for years now. You never mentioned it for you knew that the brothers would just brush off the subject. They had lost so much already; they didn't even want to begin thinking about the day when you would no longer be with them. But with each passing year, the subject had become more and more crucial, yet you were still too much of a coward to bring such a distressing topic to light. You had hoped the song would lighten the blow, but based on the way Mammon's eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were pressed to his mouth, as though whispering a prayer, it hadn't. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight as you felt your throat tighten. "We, we've only got so much time. I'm pretty sure it would kill me if you didn't know that pieces of me were pieces of you." It was true. You carried the boys with you where ever you went, both literally through your pacts and figuratively through the pieces of their personalities that you have mirrored throughout the years. You often find yourself mimicking Lucifer's eye-brow raise when someone is acting particularly stupid. The sight of food or beautiful clothes causes your heart to thrumb with excitement, just like it does for Beel and Asmo. You have a deeper appreciation for anime and astrology from your many nights with Levi and Belphie. You're more knowledgeable and educated in literature from your countless hours in the library with Satan. You were more conscious with your money after your few attempts of trying to teach Mammon how to budget. You were one with your boys; a beautiful collage of the experiences and times that you had all spent together. You just hoped that they knew that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me." Asmodeus claimed your other side, as one of his hands moved up to delicately wipe a tear from your face. You noticed, with an aching heart, that his cheeks were tearstained as well. Your lip trembled as you opened your mouth to sing the chorus. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now. I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around. In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." At this point, you weren't singing so much as you were sobbing. You could feel your hands tremble heavily as you pushed them to keep playing. The only thing keeping you from breaking down completely was the solid feeling of the brother's touch supporting you as they lent you their strength. You squeezed your eyes shut and played hard on the keys, causing the brothers to jump a little as you began to belt. "I have a hero if ever I need one!" Flashes of the countless times that they had come to your rescue flashed in your mind. Unknown to you, the brothers weren't thinking of them rescuing you at all, but rather how you had saved each and every one of them. "I just look up to you and I see one! I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one," your voice quivered with emotion as you held the falsetto note at the end. You leaned over the keys, suppressed cries falling from your lips as your shoulders shook. Beel placed a hand over top of one of your own and met your gaze. "You don't have to finish this MC. We understand what you're trying to say and we can just end the song here and talk if you want." It was tempting. Honestly, your hands our practically useless with how much they were shaking. But this wasn't just for them anymore. Speaking the words that had been swarming your mind for too many years out loud, although painful, also freed you from a sense of guilt that you weren't even aware that you were carrying. "I-I'd like to finish it. I-If you all don't mind." Belphie's arms came to wrap around your waist and Asmo

pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lucifer's hand on your back moved in comforting circles, while Satan repeated the motion with his thumb on your shoulder. Levi moved closer to lean onto the piano for support. Mammon gave you a tearful smile as Beel lifted his hand off of yours. "Of course. Take your time, honey bun." You took several deep breaths to calm yourself before lightly playing the chords. You met the eyes of your partners and hoped that they could see the utter adoration and passion that was flooding through your veins for them. "In case you don't live forever let me tell you now," you playfully elbowed Belphie and turned your head to kiss Asmo's cheek. "I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around." As the music picked up the tempo once more, you couldn't help but grin even as tears poured down your cheeks. "In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am-" You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, as you allowed yourself to give in to the music and fully feel everything that you had been suppressing. "Woah, Woah, Woah. " As you began to sing the melody again, your eyes snapped open as you heard the brothers harmonize alongside you. Lucifer, Satan and Beel's low voices rang deep like the growl of thunder. Asmodeus and Belphie hit the higher octaves, chiming like bells ringing in the wind. Mammon and Levi sang the original notes with you, remaining strong and pure like waves against a shore. You laughed brightly as a radiant sensation of love blanketed you in warmth and soaked up any traces of fear that lingered. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth." You looked around at the brothers tenderly and softly played the final notes. They all smiled back at you, eyes gleaming with that same sense of passionate affection that you had felt moments earlier. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you came to a realization. No matter how much or little time you had left with each other, you would spend every moment of it at each other's side loving another unconditionally. "As long as I'm here as I am," you rested your head on top of Belphie's and smiled softly, "so are you." *** This was so sweet and sad at the same time and I just LOVED writing it! Oh my goodness, I haven't written a song fic in ages, so this was a little challenging, but I just loved it so much. Thank you @ester-is-here for this beautiful request!*** TAGLIST: @thegrimgrinningghost

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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I haven't seen much people requesting for snake bby so obanai x demon reader pls?Reader is like a succubus type of demon and when sent on a mission to kill her he falls into her clutches and it ends with smut 👀

‘in my dreams’ / Iguro O. x Reader

PLEASE STOP SLEEPING ON THIS MAN

warnings: NSFW, Obanai is a boob man, dream fucking?

words: 2,793

(a/n): I might’ve gotten carried away a bit

He’s always heard that sharks can smell blood on the water.

He isn’t a stranger to blood himself, used to the sightly images of gore and the rancid odor. It’s simply another part of his hellish life, bearing witness to mutilated remains of bodies and hunting down their killer.

It’s all in a day’s work.

It’s strange, though, when there aren’t any bodies to be found. Rumors of disappearances plague the night, travel from lips to ears, slowly spreading throughout the small town.

Takahashi’s daughter disappeared last night.

The doctor’s oldest son? Haven’t you heard? He’s gone.

For such a large number of people to be suddenly up and vanishing, it’s no wonder concerns have risen. It’s why Obanai’s here in the first place, determined to sniff out the culprit and promptly execute them. He’s dealt with similar cases before – finding the missing persons, only to find their remains or couple of bones – but this time… Well, it’s weird, to say the least. Not one person in this town knows where anybody could be, no strange sightings or feelings, nothing.

And, if Obanai is going to be completely honest, it’s infuriating as hell.

He’s not a patient person in the slightest. Perhaps that’s his curse and the sole reason why this case isn’t going anywhere; still, with the lingering danger hanging over these poor people’s heads, he needs to end this quickly. And so, cooped up in a small room at the town’s inn, he pours over his scribbling of notes, wondering just what kind of force he’s dealing with.

A demon’s nature can vary, depending on what kind you encounter. Obanai’s had his fair share of strange interactions – whether it be demons with multiple arms, pygmies, the facial features of a fly - he's nearly seen at all. But to take victims without leaving a single trace? That's where things get complicated.

"Dammit," Obanai grumbles, dragging a hand over his face. Kaburamaru flicks his tongue in concern, sensing his owner's unease.

This isn't going anywhere. The amount of time or effort spent trying to figure out where everyone has vanished isn't amounting to anything. How could this be? Obanai isn't some low level slayer, for gods' sakes - he's a Pillar. It shouldn't be this hard to put two and two together, yet here he is, staring blankly at his collected information. The idea of sending his crow to summon for help crosses his mind, but he hastily throws away the thought. No, that's not how this is done. He isn't willing to give up so easily.

As the hours drag further into the night, Obanai grows restless, twitchy. His striped haori sits to the side, folded neatly along with the shirt and overcoat of his uniform. Kaburamaru is already fast asleep, coiled into a tight circle at the edge of the futon. The wooden hatches of the window hang open, the night breeze drifting into the room with the sound of a singular solemn cricket.

A long, ornate kiseru dangles between his spindly fingers; it’s a rare occasion whenever Obanai smokes, so much to the point that the ones closest to him don’t even know he possesses such a fine pipe. He takes a slow drag as his he stares up at the moonlit clouds, the chilled breeze whipping the choppy strands of his hair against his bared cheeks. He wonders, truly, just how the hell he’s supposed to get to the bottom of this case if he can’t find anything to work with.

Perhaps the gods heard his woes - or he’s finally lost his mind - for an intoxicatingly sweet scent fills his senses.

Jasmine.

As far as Obanai knows, he hasn’t seen any jasmine plants when he came into town. This had to mean something - it had to. Opting his kiseru for his blade instead, he easily slips out the window, feet hitting the ground without a sound. Taking off into the night, he races through the town’s streets, eyes darting back and forth for anything out of the usual.

He comes to an abrupt stop when the scent of jasmine grows even stronger. He’s sure now that whatever he’s been looking for is here. A slight shuffling catches his attention; whipping his head to the side, a wooden hatch to a window bangs against the side of a house, but there’s no one to be seen on the other side.

“Found you,” Obanai breathes.

Rushing over to the house, he drops into a crouch as he creeps closer to the window. Jasmine floods his senses, the irresistible aroma gripping onto his consciousness and practically demanding for him to come closer. Swallowing thickly, he ignores the sudden wave of heat flushing over his body as he peeks into the darkened room. A family of five lays on the floor, their bodies moving gently with the deepened breathing of a heavy slumber. Even now, Obanai has to resist the urge to shut his eyes and succumb to the flowery scent.

Although the room is dark, he can make out a strange pillar of smoke; ah, so that’s where the origin of the smell is coming from. Is it some type of mist demon? Flower? He isn’t entirely sure, but he doesn’t have the time to care. He needs to get rid of it now.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he unsheathes his blade, not wanting to attract attention to him yet. It’s a wish in vain, though; as soon as his blade is hanging in the air, the pillar of smoke rushes towards him, slamming into him and sending him flying. Obanai grunts as his back hits the ground, the sharp edge of rocks biting into the skin.

“Don’t you know that it’s rude to sneak up on others?” a low, creamy voice drawls. Goosebumps break out across the surface of Obanai’s skin and a shiver races down his back. The smoke dissipates, then, revealing a feminine figure.

Obanai’s breath catches in his throat. This demon - you - are unlike any other he’s encountered. Immediately, his eyes latch onto the pair of horns protruding from your skull, pearly at the tip and then fading into ebony. You’re strikingly beautiful, facial features soft yet demanding. Embarrassment warms Obanai’s face as his eyes drift across the curves of your body; your breasts swell over the tight, strappy top while the entirety of your legs and hips frame the long loincloth-like garment between your legs. Both your arms and legs have the same pearly sheen towards the end, just like your horns.

By the gods, you’re ethereal, even if the claws on your fingers could easily tear Obanai’s throat out.

“So is breaking into other’s homes,” Obanai manages to croak. Bringing himself to a stand, he takes a defensive stance, his blade held out before him. He feels strangely heavy, almost like his body craves to stay flat on his back.

Much to his surprise, you pout at him, arms crossing beneath your chest and pushing your breasts further up. “But it gets so lonely at night, you know?” you say, that seductive lilt in your voice deepening. At that, you make a show of sweeping your eyes over Obanai’s bare torso, and a slight smile grows on your pretty lips.

Obanai clears his throat. He can’t let himself fall for your tricks, no matter how incredible you smell or alluring you look. If these are the methods you rely on, chances are you’re a weaker demon.

“What did you do with the missing persons?” he asks, eyes narrowing.

“Missing persons? Is that what they’re calling them?” you say, a giggle following your words.

Obanai growls at your nonchalant confession. If there’s one thing he can’t stand about demons, it’s their inability of basic human emotion, the inability of compassion. Yeah, he decides that your head is going to look even better once it’s separated from your body.

“You see, pretty boy,” you purr, pressing a hand to your throat and dragging it downwards, brushing over a luscious breast and tracing over your exposed tummy, “in return for making their dreams come true, I get to have a snack.”

“Enough,” Obanai grunts, switching to an offensive stance. “Maybe I’ll be gracious enough to meet you in hell someday.”

Before you even have a chance to react, Obanai springs into action, launching himself off the group in a great leap, lungs tightening as he releases a breath form.

It doesn’t hit.

It doesn’t fucking hit.

In fact, you’re nowhere in sight. Instead of the dusty, moonlit road, Obanai finds himself in an onsen; a great bamboo pavilion stands tall above the pool of water, blocking the golden rays of sunshine from hitting him. Thin trees are scattered about the area, riddled with stone lanterns and garden rocks covered in moss. With a chorus of birds singing overhead, it’s like he’s in an entire new world.

Muttering to himself, Obanai scans his surroundings, wracking his brain and trying to figure just what the hell happened. One moment, he’s about to slice your head clean off and put an end to your terror - the next, he’s in broad daylight in some overt paradise.

“Your dreams are beautiful,” that wonderful, wonderful voice of yours speaks.

Whirling around, Obanai sends splashes of water flying. “What did you do to me?” he spits.

You flash him a sly smile. “Why, I merely put you to sleep, pretty boy. Can’t be much of a threat if you’re not wide awake, no?”

Obanai curses under his breath. Of course you’re a dream demon - no wonder why there hasn’t been any bodies turning up. If only he had acted faster, got here sooner, more lives could’ve been saved. With a huff, he slithers further away from you, sinking below the water until only his face can be seen. “So what now? You’re going to try to kill me in my sleep? That’s a low blow and you know it.”

Sucking air through your teeth, you shake your head. Now that the two of you are no longer shrouded by darkness, Obanai really gets a good look of how utterly stunning you are. Again, he curses himself out, calling himself a fool for thinking such things when he should be killing you instead.

“Your blade isn’t here, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you tell him, a look of mischief crossing your features. “Silly boy - this a time meant for the two of us, not for you to end my forsaken life. Allow me to help you... relax.”

As you step to the edge of the onsen, Obanai finally notices the feeling of water caressing his thighs, his bare buttocks. You just had to make him naked in his dream, huh? What are you trying to accomplish, anyway? His eyes widen incredulously as your hands find their place on your torso, slinking over the swell of your breasts and around your neck; with a simple tug, your top comes loose. You merely let the garment fall to the rocks below, a small ‘oops’ slipping from our mouth.

Heat immediately floods to Obanai’s face and his groin; his insides squeeze in on themselves and he swallows thickly, thankful for the hidden protection the water provides. The look on your face is simply irresistible. Hell, even your breasts are as pretty as he imagined-

Shit, he inwardly curses, I shouldn’t be thinking like that.

But oh, you’re just so tempting, your hands squeezing your breasts, fingers rolling your hardening nipples as you stare directly at his flushed face. “Pretty boy,” you purr, “what’s your name?”

“Obanai.”

It’s out before he even knows it.

“Obanai...”

He really likes the way it rolls off your tongue, the dark glint in your eyes as you say it. Perhaps you can tell by his reaction alone - or maybe you like saying it - but you repeat his name, once, twice, thrice, and fuck does it drive Obanai insane. And then you’re reaching down, unfastening your lower garment and dropping it unceremoniously to the ground. Obanai’s cock twitches at the sight of your glorious body, the soft curves and glowing skin.

“Naughty boy, my eyes are up here,” you say. Again, you squeeze those beautiful fucking tits, a soft groan spilling from your lips. Obanai nearly goes feral from the sound; without further thought, he wades over to where you are. Jasmine clings in his nostrils, clouds his mind in a delicious haze, and he loves it.

You’re all too willing to meet his touch, body slipping into the heated water as he wraps his arms around you possessively. His body kicks into autopilot, mind going blank as he presses his lips to your throat. He should rip your throat out with his teeth, but there’s something magical about the way you arch into his touch, breasts pushing lewdly against his chest.

“Fucking-”

“Yes.”

A breathy moan spills from your lips as Obanai kneads your pretty tits, long fingers gripping possessively, wantingly. It’s almost ridiculous how hard he already is, his cock sandwiched between your bodies. He jolts as your hands land on his face, thumbs brushing against the ragged scars lining either sides of his mouth.

“Don’t,” he grits, but it goes ignored. The air is sucked from his lungs as you brush your lips over his scars, murmuring something about how pretty he is before stopping at his mouth. You kiss him fervently, clawed fingers scratching his shoulders as you tongue the inside of his mouth. You swallow the husky groan that spills from his mouth, hand dropping down from his shoulder and wrapping around his hardening cock.

“Ah, shit,” Obanai murmurs into your mouth.

“Tell me what you want, pretty boy,” you whisper, hand slowly jerking on his cock. His breathing picks up as you quicken your pace, the water rippling with the movements of your wrists. “Your wish is my command.”

“Gods, you’re such a fucking tease,” he pants, eyes practically glowing against the pink hue of his face. Ducking his head, he sucks a nipple into his mouth, the wet warmth enveloping your breast and eliciting a delicious moan from you. Obanai wastes no more time, opting to prop you in his lap and pressing your back against a smooth stone. “I shouldn’t... but fuck...”

“It doesn’t seem like you’re angry with me anymore,” you husk in that damned sexy voice. A moan bubbles from your throat as Obanai starts rocking against you, cock slipping against your folds. It’ll only take a little push for him to fill that pretty cunt of yours, to stuff you full of his cock and fuck you raw. It’s what he wants.

“Shut up,” he grunts, mouth latching onto your nipple, his hand beginning to play with the other. A low, drawn out curse gets muffled by your chest as he finally slips his cock into you; it shouldn’t be physically possible, but your velvety walls seemingly clench around him and suck him in, your arousal making the slide impossibly easy. He hiccups on a breath, his entire body twitching as he pants.

“The thing about succubi,” you drawl, sharp nails tracing down his spine, over the muscles in his back, “is that we’re the demons of sex and dreams. Oh, pretty baby, how much I’ve lucked out. Everyone else seemed like an appetizer - and you...” You pause, suck air between your teeth. “You’re like the damn main course.”

A helpless little grunt graces your ear as you fuck yourself on Obanai’s cock. His hips match your movements, your sopping cunt eagerly sucking him back in and squeezing around him. You’re so damn wet that it’s infuriating; Obanai wants more, more of your touch, your voice, that sweet scent clogging his senses. He can’t bring himself to stop touching your breasts, whether if it’s his hands or mouth. They bounce with the erratic rhythm of your hips, way too beautiful and hypnotizing.

A breathless whine breaks through your cute little pants whenever Obanai smacks a hand against the ample flesh of your ass. “Is that you meant when you said you make others’ wishes come true? Have them fuck that tight pussy of yours? Huh?”

“Obanai, don’t be mean,” you pout.

“Says a fucking demon that eats people.”

You hiss as his cockhead hits against your g-spot. “I can eat you too, so don’t get cocky, pretty boy.”

Obanai clicks his tongue, his brows furrowing. “You better keep that promise,” he grunts, thumb grazing your bottom lip. “I won’t take no for an answer.” He growls as your walls clench around him.

“If that’s your wish, Master,” you purr, a slight chuckle following your words, “then it is my command.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #obanai iguro x reader #iguro obanai x reader #obanai iguro #iguro obanai #request

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whosjunglejim4322 · 3 years

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Bramosia | J.Seo (m)

Genre: pwp, knight!au, smut, fluff, he is, and I can't stress this enough, madly in love with you

Warnings: loss of virginity, pussy eating, mutual pining and longing, it's forbidden but who's gonna stop u??? Exactly. Inaccurate descriptions of the time period probably, inappropriate use of the word princess, he fucks you to tears, this is so self indulgent I gotta blast

The moons unearthly luminescence bleeds through the windows that sit directly above your wing of the old castles corridor, a reminder of why he bears the heavy sword that hangs off of his hip, of why he's here in the first place.

He rolls his aching neck, blinking his dry eyes a few times in an attempt to dampen them. He's usually not so worn by now.

Perhaps the two of you had gotten too carried away last night, it's too easy when you're with eachother. Effortless, like that of a flowers perianth traveling wistfully through a summers breeze. It's easy to forget.

He's here to protect you, nothing more, as he is was a proffesional in all that he does. He is a knight, after all. One of the best. Your father wouldn't have requested him from a province so far away if he weren't damn good.

Six months ago, it seems like a lifetime away and yet the memory of seeing you for the very first time is so vivid behind his eyelids, tangible as if he could reach out and hover his palms over the warmth the halo around you seemed to emit.

He smiles to himself, the image keeping him sane and distracting him from the ache in the soles of his feet. He knows you're probably not sleeping, he wishes you wouldn't worry about him. He's doing it to himself, really.

He is a warrior but he is only so strong, so resilient. He has never been stricken by such a force as to have his bones feel as weak as they do when he looks into your eyes, when you cup his face in your hands like he is the most delicate thing you have ever seen.

Sure, he hadn't been the most nonchalant. His eyes barely left you even during the brief moments in which his life is not sworn over to do so, and you being you, caught him almost every time. You'd smile, fleeting enough for only him to notice.

You never get the credit you deserve, he had come to find out over the past several months. Being a princess, as fawned over the title may be, it wasn't meant for you.

You'd scowl at the name of every prince your father mentioned might come visit, which he'd take pride in secretly. You wouldn't even scold him whenever he'd been clearly protective in a manner than suggested that it was more than just the job that inclined him to act that way.

Perceptive, and clever you are. And to think, you might feel even a fraction of what he feels, it causes his heart to thunder loudly behind his sturdy ribcage, momentarily reducing his fatigue.

You are the only one in all of his twenty five years of life that has threatened to shake his very foundation, like you've found a way to wind yourself through every ridge of his skeleton like vines of Wisteria.

Sundays are always the hardest, you're still so fresh in his mind, on his skin. It's like every inch of him has been permanently marked, he can still feel the weight of your body against his and the warm puff of air from your lips against his earlobe as you sing his name.

His sigh is quiet in the vast, empty space around him. He shouldn't be thinking of you so late, when he's so tired. It makes him ache for you all the more, make him wish life was anything but what it is now. That he could be with you unabashedly.

That he could be your protector, and not just in a way that could be be permanently devastated if anyone were to find out about the two of you.

He doesn't realize he's closed his eyes, not until he has to peel them open and search for the source of the soft voice he's just heard whisper his name into the dark.

He furrows his brows as a stream of warm candlelight spills through the crack in your door from your room, your form coming into a few just a moment later, as if beckoned from his dreams.

"You're really going to stay out there, John?" He foresees your incredulity, smiling at the hand thats propped up on your hip.

"Those are my orders, princess." He has a hard time not staring at you, even in such poor lighting you are still the most beautiful thing he's ever witnessed.

He's always stubborn about breaking the made up rules you two have put in place, like only meeting in private on Saturdays. Despite his inability to resist you he still needs to keep you safe.

"My father is a whole wing away, don't you know," you emphasize your point by stepping out past your doorframe, tiptoeing at an almost imperceptible pace towards him. "and if danger were to arise, how much more convenient need it be, than for you to be right there with me?"

You're standing right in front of him now, weaking his resolve eith each syllable that passes those pretty lips of yours. It's strange, how he still wonders if your feelings for him are resolute as his are for you, when you're the one always asking for trouble. Eager to have your way.

When you reach out to grab his waist, he breaks.

"Princess, if someone were to see that I'm not outside of your room guarding as I'm supposed to,"

You interrupt him, pressing yourself closer until he can feel your chest against his, the barrier of his clothing suddenly a burden far heavier than before.

"Who? Who might see? Everyone is asleep, you should be."

You stare up at him and he can't seem to resist the pull, meeting your eyes and unclapsing his hands from behind his back to stroke the apple of your cheek with his knuckles.

You heel into his touch, beaming as you realise you've already gotten your way, evident in the way he sighs your name as if the word fills him with oxytocin.

"You really are trouble," he cups your face, calloused fingertips swiping a fallen lash from underneath your eye. "trying to lure me in, like a siren. I'd be willing to go, anyways."

You lift yourself to the tips of your toes, pressing a brief, featherlight, kiss to the surface of his lips. Just enough to bring forth warmth to his cheeks.

"You're silly, I'd be too selfish a siren to do any damage. I'd have to keep you all to myself."

His arms are strong and steady as the encapsulate you, the fears and worries of outside intruders fading with each second spent in eachothers presence. It's like nothing else exists.

"Please, Princess. It's hard enough already, to be away from you," he's on the verge of losing any bit of hope for his sanity, but as anticipated, you won't have it.

"And you don't think it's hard for me? You think that I enjoy knowing that it is prohibited for me to be like this with you? I am many things but I am not selfish, so if you don't want to come with me then I won't force you."

He has to bite back a laugh, or maybe a scream of frustration and agony all at the same time. Here you are, so close he's sure you can hear how his pulse pounds beneath his skin at your presence, actually accusing him of not wanting you. It's preposterous.

You glare up at him when his arms don't loosen their grasp.

"You must be mistaken, sorely mistaken. If you think that any moment spent without you is even the least bit pleasant for me, you're wrong. So wrong it's a bit humorous," he kisses your cheek, and then the other. Your skin tingles where his lips grace.

"You may not be selfish but I am. So selfish that I'd give into my own desires even if it meant that one slip up could ruin it all. Don't you see that?" You sigh blissfully, in spite of his words, when he kisses your nose.

"Well I think that's stupid, I'd never let such a thing happen. I've lived here my whole life, I'd be able to predict the likelihood of someone coming up here during such a late hour."

He doesn't miss the pitch of sadness that comes with talk of the castle, he knows that there is so much you still have yet to experience. So much you'd like to do, so far away from here.

Still, he can't deny the truth in which you speak. You're right, and he knows that you're as careful of these things as he is. He trusts you, as you trust him. And what is he going to do, say no? He'd never have the willpower.

His broad shoulders relax, his hands suddenly engulfing yours.

"Alright, you don't have to pout anymore. You know I'll end up kissing it from that pretty face of yours anyways."

You suppress a giggle of elation, squeezing your fingers around his as you turn to quietly pull him into your room, peering into the the hallway once more to make sure the coast is clear, before you ease your door shut.

And then at once, he is what you taste on your tongue.

His lips always leave you breathless. The way he kisses you, it's as of you are his only source of oxygen and his lungs burn with the need for air. He is fierce, but so very concise. You almost forget that he so ruefully pretended to put up a fight.

Your arms mold around his neck as he slouches the slightest bit in order to make the reach easier for you, knowing how you like to bury your hands in his hair and tug at the strands whenever he does something that you'd like more of.

Your eagerness is a bit more exuberant tonight, normally you'd still be a bit bashful, giggling between pecks and having to turn your face away before kissing him again.

But you haven't pulled away from him yet, not even for a breath and suddenly his skin is sweltering towards what feels like a hundred degrees. He's pretty sure you've just whispered his name.

He's already gone, helplessly lost in the way you're clinging onto him with all your strength.

"John." Just his name falling from your lips in the form of a sweet sigh has his knees buckling.

He's careful, hesitant even, when he cups the back of your knees and allows you to fall atop your bed, the sight almost too much to bear. He can never catch a break.

But he has to look at you, has to see the look in your eyes, the gleam that shines in your blown out pupils as your fingers tug at the clothing hanging loosely on his body. He fights back a groan.

Of course things have gotten intense between the two of you, but nothing more than over the clothes petting. And, even then, that drove him to the brink of insanity. He didn't think he could ever be putty in someone's hands until he met you.

It feels like everything is happening so fast yet not slow enough, it seems as if you're blooming like a lotus before his eyes and he wants to capture every little detail. Just incase one day his memories are all he has of you.

You pull him back down to your mouth, legs suddenly looping around his trim waist, knees locked on either side. You practically purr as his hands, large and tender, grace your thighs only to be met with bare skin where your nightgown has risen up.

He's breathing heavily when your mouths depart momentarily, his doe eyes an onyx pit of desire and emotion as he stares down at you, lips ruby red.

You nod, as if reading his mind and answering the dozens of unanswered questions that sit unmoving at the tip of his tongue. Still, his eyebrows are pulled together in concentration, in tentative restraint.

"You can touch me. Please, touch me."

Your skin is heavenly underneath his trembling touch, from the soft hair atop your thighs to the way you so perfectly mold around his fingers. You're a gift of the most ethereal kind, here in front of him.

You coo at him with a voice of an angel, pulling at his face in an attempt to have him kiss you again. He's been too busy ogling, and repays you with the press of his mouth against the crook of your neck.

You lift your chin to allow him more access, eyes fluttering closed and thighs tightening around his middle when you feel the warmth of his open mouth against your throat.

"You're so sweet, so pretty." He mumbles, practically floating.

He nips at your collarbone, and you can't stop your hips from bucking up against him, your clothed center meeting his hardened length through the material of his bottoms.

The air is thick with tension now, you can feel it buzzing through the both of you like ths thrum of a thunderstorm. He sucks in a breath, lips ghosting over yours.

"I want to make you feel good, If you'd allow me." He tries to control the shake in his voice but he's not sure he's succeeded. What a mess you've made of him.

You kiss him for what seems like the hundredth time but feels like the first, still sending jolts of electricity through your body and causing heat to swirl in your loins. You can barely speak.

"Y-Yes, yes I'll allow you."

Your voice is foreign to your own ears, clouded with desire and a desperation that is as overwhelming as it is strange and new.

But having him here, knowing he's the one whose hands are touching you, it's comforting in a way that leaves no room for doubt that he is nothing but kind. Nothing but adoring.

It's hard to tell with just the luminosity of a single candle on your bedside table, but you're almost certain you can feel him shuffle. At least, his weight seems to have shifted, his arms suddenly caged around your waist, upperhalf between your legs.

And then you feel it, the plushness of his lips just above your knee as he lifts your legs by your calves, placing them over his shoulders. You're not sure you can focus on anything else now, breathing suddenly heavy.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" His voice is so close, yet far away in an unfamiliar way. It has butterflies swarming your belly.

"I'm so lucky, so so lucky..." He trails off between kisses, shifting from one thigh to the other, slowly but surely making his way towards your center.

It's only now in your bird brain that you're beginning to realize what exactly he's about to do, and it's like some switch inside of you has been flicked on, toes suddenly curling in anticipation, wetness soaking into the fabric of your underwear.

The desire isn't just in your belly now, its everywhere. All consuming, when he pushes your nightgown up and bunches it around your hips, the air cool against your skin. You shiver, and his cheek brushes against the crease of your thigh.

"Have you ever been touched like this, princess?" He's curious but not pushy, just wants to know. When you shake your head, he swallows.

He's slow and steady, pulling your underwear off your hips and down your legs, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. You don't clamp your legs shut, despite the instinct to shield yourself. You've never hidden yourself from him, and you know there's no reason to.

Esepcially not when he's looking at you like he is right now, like a man starved whose just been presented with a meal of his favorite kind. He glances up at you, with eyes that shine with gratitude, and awe alike. You reach out to stroke his hair.

And then, suddenly, his face is gone from your view. You feel it, first, before you register that it's happening. A gasp leaves your lips the moment your back arches ever so slightly off of your mattress, his hands keeping your thighs apart as his tongue licks another flat stripe through your folds.

You feel exposed in a way that only feels as intoxicating as it does, because he's the one with his mouth on your cunt, suckling your bud between his lips and swiveling his head side to side. You tug at his hair.

A guttural groan resonates in his throat and the vibration serves as direct stimulation, a mewl leaving your mouth as you buck you hips up against his skilled tongue.

"Shhh baby, stay quiet for me," you furrow your eyebrows, looking down at him with stars in your eyes. "I know, I know sweetheart." He reads the pleading in your eyes, soothingly rubbing your hips as he delves back in.

It's not easy to stay quiet. Not at all.

If you'd thought him rubbing your clit through your clothes was something to be noisy over, nothing prepared you for this.

He's so good at it, so generous with every lap of his tongue. The sounds are lewd and loud in the shared space, and his tongues pace only increases when you reach down to find his hands. He intertwines your fingers before you give him the hint.

You try to keep your volume low, your whimpers almost inaudible but loud enough to spurr him on, to have his hips rutting against the bed while he kisses your cunt with passion only a lover could have.

Bliss overcomes you faster than you expect, and swallows you whole like a vicious, unmerciful hurricane.

Your thighs tremble against his strength as he keeps them parted when they threaten to close, your fingers twisted in the comforter as tears well in your eyes.

You're not sure if you're making any noise, the light too bright behind your eyes, bones suddenly weightless as his tongue licks you clean. You twitch, aware that you've let out a whine. The feeling is agonizingly pleasant.

You're still throbbing when his hands suddenly grasp your jaw, head lolling in his direction as he presses his lips to yours. He's serene, slipping his tongue into your mouth, humming.

You're certain, now. Certain that you need to have him in every way there is to have someone, for your heart may forever be unsettled if it doesn't get to taste what it's like to love him wholly, completely.

"I want to-" you've got his rapt attention, as you always do, and he stares down at you with a lovesick expression as you struggle to find the strength to say it out loud.

He's grown accustomed to reading your countenance, only time allowing him to grasp the meaning behind every crease and line that forms on your face, he's certain you could give him one look and he'd instantly know what it is that you're trying to say.

One perk to having a secret rendezvous, though he still needs to hear you say it. He'd only take your word for it regarding something like this, something that he's dreamt about more times that he'd like to admit.

He can't hide his surprise, thumbs stroking your face.

"You want me to..." he quirks an inquisitive brow, nearly becoming distracted when your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. "you want me to be your first?"

Even the words have you latching onto him tighter, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

"Yes, I want that very much...do you...also want that?"

He grins, widely and for a moment you forget he was born to be made of steel, that he's fought all of his life and has bruised his skin for the sake of his kingdom. You want to kiss away every bad memory in his head.

"How could you even think you have to ask? I want nothing more, just you. You're all I'll ever want."

The veracity in his voice, suddenly hoarse, makes your skin feel like it's being tickled by a million, tiny feathers. You never knew anything could feel like this.

A heartbeat later, your hands are slipping underneath his top to make an attempt at pulling it off, your excitment not a good match for your lack of coordination. Of course, he doesn't mind helping.

He slips his sword from his hip while you stare up at him with wide eyes of reverence and desire, so much of him being exposed at once causing a swelter of heat to boil underneath your skin.

Your hands are hesitant, hovering around his lithe hips as he sits back on his haunches, chest rapidly rising and falling as the atmosphere begins to soak into his pores. He can't believe he gets to make love to you.

"You can touch me, princess," he's the one reassuring you now, knowing that beyond your headstrong personality when you're with him, you're still so timid; trembling like a leaf in autumn.

His dexterous fingers gently grasp your wrists, placing your palms over his abdomen, keeping your gaze all the while, head nodding in encouragement.

He's soft, soft on the surface at least. The soft down that covers his honey colored skin is like silk underneath your fingers, a juxtaposition to the rigid muscle underneath that flexes as your fingertips move upwards towards the broad planes of his chest.

You hook your fingers around his shoulders, and pull him down to your mouth, determined as your heart bellows inside of your body.

It's wilder this time, the wet sounds loud in your ears, his tongue waltzing with yours. You rake your nails down his sides, and he damn near growls.

It's a blur, the way he slips the straps of your gown from off of your shoulders, before removing the garment completely and throwing it behind him. Somewhere in between he pulls the covers out from underneath you, sensing the chill that runs through you like a tremor from the exposure.

It's during that brief moment when you're too drunk on adrenaline, that your fingers begin pulling at the buckle of his bottoms, too eager again and not being able to unfasten it correctly. Always the gentlemen, he does it for you, again.

He's careful now, not completely planting himself against you yet when he kisses your neck and takes your breasts in his massive palms, squeezing indulgently.

You pull him up by the ridge of his jaw, wrapping your legs around his middle as you had previously, letting out a small gasp as his hard length suddenly comes to lie heavy between your legs when you beckon him closer by your heels on his back.

"You're sure you want me?" He slips his hand that's not cupping your cheek, down in between your bodies to rub your clit with his middle finger, actually expecting you to be able to speak coherently. He supresses his gasp upon feeling the abundance of your essence.

It's hard to focus, when he's looking down at you like that, when you can feel every ridge and curve of his naked body against yours. Perhaps it's being able to to tell that he's feeling the same way just by the way he speaks, that makes it so intoxicating.

"You're all I'll ever want." You echo his earlier words, and his laughter fills your ears like a lullably. You reach out to push his dark hair out from in front of his eyes, his lips catching your palm and placing a kiss to the center.

"It'll hurt, I'll go as slow as you need me to." You see the worry creased between his brow, and you soothe it away by clenching your thighs around his waist, silently beckoning him.

"Please, please fuck me."

It takes him by surprise, cock twitching against your sex. You sound so sweet, so angelic even when you're requesting something so filthy.

He lifts himself on his forearms, reaching down to grasp his shaft. Your hands are in his hair a the while, fingers tracing shapes across the nape of his neck. You suck in a breath when he rubs the tip against your clit, arousal leaking from your slit.

He rubs his cock against you like this, through your silken folds and back up to your sensitive nub, until your head is thrown back against the pillows, face turned to the side and canorous mewls slipping past your lips.

Your eyes flutter open when he kisses you, finally prodding your entrance, readying you. Your teeth gently sink into the plush surface of his bottom lip, as if urging him to continue.

Your mouth falls open when he begins to push himself inside of you. You have to brace yourself by clinging onto his biceps, reminding yourself to breathe.

If you weren't as wet for him as you are, you're sure it would be more painful. It still stings, even more so as he begins to bottom out, using every bit of self control he has as to make sure he doesn't accidentally rut into you with too much force.

He meets your eyes when he's fully sheathed inside of you, your fingernails leaving crescent moons in his skin. He doesn't mind it one bit.

"Are you alright?" The tenderness in his voice is accompanied by his lips across your cheeks, down your jaw, over your eyelids.

"Mhm. J-Just stay like this, for a second, please." Your walls flutter around him and his eyes fall heavy. He stays as still as he can for the moment, fingers massaging your soft hip.

"I never thought...never dreamed we'd get to do this." He speaks in an irrevocable way, swelling your heart over two times its size with how he talks about you. Like you're truly something magical.

You wiggle your hips, his gaze searching for yours and lighting up with newfound determination when you give him conformation to move. He slowly drags himself out, before pushing himself back in.

"If you only knew...how much I truly think of you." You speak steadily despite the wave of pleasure that ripples through your body, from the pit of your stomach outwards, touching every nerve.

He's big, bigger than you expected, but curved in a way that has you fighting a cry. Your lungs ache with the need to make noise, to express how it feels to have him inside of you like this. You squeeze around him, and he smashes his lips against yours.

You never thought it would feel like this, you'd heard mixed reviews but clearly none of them had ever experienced what it's like to have someone like him demonstrating their skill.

He's precise, a little shaky but only because he's concentrating on not literally cumming after two minutes. You're everything he's ever wanted and more, you're soaked and warm around him, chest pressed flush against his. Your hardened nipples threaten to distract him.

His hair tickles your forehead as he begins to create a steady pace. He's got one hand behind your right thigh, cupping it and hiking it up just the slightest bit while he fucks into you, curling his hips.

He swallows your moans, tasting the sense of surrealness on your tongue. He feels it too, groaning when you tug a tuft of his hair.

"You're mine, all mine, fuck." His voice is hoarse, hips stuttering as he begins to rock into you, not completely pulling himself out of you before nudging your cervix again. His mouth catches the edge of your jaw, then your earlobe.

He buries his face in your shoulder, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his hair as you keep yourself quiet. He can still feel the way you're shivering, the whispers of cries that are audible when you breathe.

"I'm yours, I'm yours." You're not sure you could ever feel this way about someone else, and not just because he is all that every single one of your senses seemed to be attuned to.

He's deep inside of you, reaching places you never would be able to by yourself, and still holds you like you're the entire world. Despite the need that consumes you both, he takes his time.

You feel him everywhere. On your neck, your throat, down to your clavicle where his hot tongue soothes over the mark he's just made.

You can almost feel him in your belly, the tip of his cock nudging the sweet spot of nerves deep within you causing your body to jerk in his hold. He takes note and is determined to drive you over the edge, knowing he's not going to last much longer.

He's yearned for it too long, and nothing his mind could have conjured up would ever compare again.

He lets go of your leg only to bring his hand to where your bodies are connected as one, your face contorted into a mask of pleasure as he begins to rub at your clit, in circular motions, with the same rythym as his thrusts.

"John, ohhh, you f-feel so good." You're slurring your words, high off of his affection. Your belly feels hot, a pressure just behind your navel leaving you writhing, trying to match his pace.

"Yeah? Feels good to have me inside of you?" He's being cruel now, already knowing the answer by the way tears are swelling in your eyes for the second time tonight, irisises shining back at him.

Your hands roam his sides, settling on his hips as you turn your face to hide it against his bicep. He kisses any expanse of skin that he can reach, till the wet spots leave a trail of chills along your body.

You're close, and he knows it. You're already leaking onto the bed, dripping down his shaft.

"J-John...p-please." You're blubbering now, and his fingers circle your clit faster, just enough to have you breathless and unable to speak as his strokes become inconsistent, cock throbbing.

"Shh, I got you baby, gonna make you cum okay? Want you to let go."

Looking up into his eyes, it's hard to resist. Suddenly it's the first time you've met and you're awestruck by his beauty all over again, by the sharp planes of his face that you'd come to realize are soft underneath your touch.

You're kissing him again for the first time, and his lips are as plush and pillowy as they look, his hands big and wsrm as they hold your face steady against his mouth.

You realize you're in love with him for the first time again, staring into honey colored irises and listening to his velvet voice, aware that when he's gone it feels like a piece of you has been taken along with him.

Your body suddenly stills, save for your back arching and his body, sturdy and whole, there to anchor you while you forget you breathe. Your orgasm is all the more powerful this time, with him inside of you, and it's like once youre unraveling it doesn't stop.

He holds the back of your head and allows you to muffle your cries against his chest, fingers latching onto any part of him you reach first, as if you might fall of the face of the earth. He's still rubbing your clit, whispering sweet encouragements in your ear.

You don't pick up all of it, only vaguely aware of the tremor in his tone as he says your name.

And then he's locked against you, every muscle in his body rigid and hard as a strained, muffled whimper resonates from beside your head. He's biting into a pillow, as warmth fills you to the brim and he sloppily fucks it into you.

You're still reeling, when he kisses you like someone who hasn't seen their lover in years and is finally getting the chance to touch them again, to wordlessly express how enamored they are. Wholeheartedly, and irreversibly.

He says it first, which surprises you, considering in your dreams you're always the one professing it to him, stroking his skin or petting his hair and whispering it in between kisses.

But you're sure this is real, you can feel ache in your bones, the throb of your centers where they're still connected.

"I love you." His voice is even more beautiful when he's speaking in such a simple, yet profound way. There's a quiver, but not because he's not being honest. He'd swear on his life, for his conviction.

"I love you too." You reply, looping your fingers round the nape of his neck, toying with the soft hair there.

Maybe he shouldn't be so shocked, but he is. His face can't hide it, the quirk of his full lips, the furrow of disbelief in his brow. You want to kiss his stupid face a thousand time over.

"I love you." He repeats it, as if the words bring forth sunshine on a day shrouded by the darkness of rain clouds.

He repeats it again, when he's hovering over your lips, breath warm against your skin. He repeats it again when he's placing kisses to your forehead, when you giggle and stroke his cheek.

"And I love you, silly silly man." You remind him, willing him by the longing in your voice, to believe it as you believe him.

He repeats it again, when a tear cascades down your cheek like a diamond shaped declaration of your honesty, and he kisses it away, claiming it for himself.

You love him, and he loves you.

And maybe, no matter what happens, that'll be enough.

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synopsis: keeping up with a society that expects you to be perfect is exhausting in every way possible. you're lucky enough to have found someone who relates to navigate this brutal world with.

content warnings: fem! reader, cursing, insults, bullying if you squint, mentions of insecurity, a bit of fighting, mentions of mental health, and sakusa might be ooc but that's just to make the arguments a little more dramatic.

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growing up, you were a perfectionist. although this wasn't necessarily your fault, was it? at the young age of four, your parents discovered that you were, and maybe still are, gifted with talent for music. this led to years of guitar, piano, violin, flute, singing, and even harp lessons. throughout the years, you went through many concerts and hours upon hours of practicing your various instruments. this led you to attend the infamous itachiyama academy in high school and that was only the beginning of your troubles.

as a perfectionist, you dedicate yourself not only to your music, but to your studies as well. sadly, even you can't manage to balance school, music, sleep, and a social life and one of those things have to give due to your busy schedule, so you sacrifice your social life. sometimes you think that this was the wrong move because that just makes high school practically a living hell for you. that is, until about a week ago.

last week, you had a regular morning. you walk through the halls of your school and people do their best to avoid you, to not get in your way. however, that doesn't stop them from gossiping about you. "wow look at l/n. little miss perfect." "i dare you to talk to her!" "she's such an ice cold perfectionist." "i could never be friends with her. she's too serious." "does this bitch even have a life?" you ignore the comments as you make your way to your first class. sometimes you just want to yell at them to stop talking about you. to tell them how much it hurts you and how being such a perfectionist is exhausting. to let them know that their comments only add to how lowly you think of yourself. that you wish that you had even one friend because you feel so alone.

after school, you spend hours in the music room practicing a song you were thinking of performing, something self-written as a way of releasing your emotions. and once you think your practice is sufficient, you curl up against the wall and cry.

once your crying session is done, you get up and walk back to your dorm. on the way back, you see someone in the gym do an insane serve that slams down that just barely makes it in. you hear a groan of frustration followed by the oh so familiar sound of breath getting shaky due to crying. your gaze follows the sound to see the figure on the floor crying and your breath gets caught in your throat when you realize it's not just any player, but one of the top three aces in japan, sakusa kiyoomi.

"sakusa-san?" sakusa looks at you with what looks like a bit of fear but anger replaces his expression before you could confirm your suspicions. "what the fuck are you doing here? this is a private practice." his tone is cold, firm, and piercing. you could feel a chill run down your spine, but you ignore the feeling because other people, especially your parents, have been on the receiving end on your own tone that sounds just as menacing. the only indicator of crying being the red, slightly watery eyes that you can't help but sympathize with. "what are you staring at?" you snap out of your thoughts to respond to him. "i saw you on my way back to my room. i just happened to see you crying and i-"

sakusa sighs again in frustration. "and you what? just shut up and leave me alone!" "i just know what it's like, okay? you really think that you're the only one who's tired of not feeling good enough? the only one who's cried because you just want to get better but you don't see any improvement no matter how much you practice?" your voice is loud and yet on the verge of tears. you glace at sakusa, who now looks angrier but you don't care. "so sue me if i come off as a ice cold bitch who doesn't talk to anyone because i do anything and everything i can to be perfect even if i always fall short and sue me for sympathizing with you."

the room grows quiet, save for the sounds of your shaky breathing as you try your best to calm down before you actually start breaking down in front of him. it takes another few seconds before sakusa stands up and walks up to you. "l/n, right? yeah well you don't know me and you should just get out of my sight. you shouldn't be trying to get someone to stop crying if you're just going to cry yourself. just relax more." relax more? "that's rich coming from you." you're no longer crying and sakusa stops in his tracks.

"you're telling me to relax more when you don't seem to have any chill... ever. and let's not forget that your crying was what brought into the gym in the first place." you take a deep breath to calm yourself. "so... the gym is like your safe space, right?" sakusa doesn't answer, clearly exasperated and silently begging you to leave. "c'mon, sakusa-san! you can tell me!" you smile a little when he opens his mouth to talk, only to be disappointed by his response. "god, you're such an annoying bitch. go find someone else to bother!" you're disappointed but you're also persistent. after all, you are the one that figures out and teaches all the schoolwork you struggle with to yourself. "if it makes you feel better..." you sigh quietly and contemplate whether or not it was a good idea to expose yourself this much to someone you just started talking to. "if it makes you feel better, my room and the music rooms are my safe spaces." "it really doesn't. if anything, it just makes me feel even more pathetic!" a small smirk graces your features as you realize that you got him. "so this is your safe space? i didn't hear a denial!" sakusa rolls his eyes. "would you shut up already" "not until you admit it." he glares at you and you just look him dead in the eye, causing him to break (probably so you would shut up as he thinks you'll do if he admits it). "fine... the gym is my safe space... that you're encroaching on." you back away slightly because he was right. and you know that you would also be pissed as fuck if someone encroached on your safe space, especially while you were crying. "i'm sorry, i just wanted to help. but, maybe we could be each other's safe spaces?"

you mentally sigh in relief as sakusa looks just the slightest bit more comfortable upon hearing that. "i mean, you know what it's like so... i guess i wouldn't be opposed to that." the two of you give each other a small smile as you sit down a good length away from him. "god, it's brutal out here, huh?" sakusa lets out a small laugh and agrees.

"sakusa, are you really gonna go pro like they say you are?" sakusa looks at you for a second and nods. you even notice his eyes lighting up a little. "yeah, that's what i want. it's what i've wanted for as long as i could remember. i wouldn't work so hard for it and get so dirty if it wasn't my dream... what about you? are you going to become a musician?" now it's your turn to pause. you freeze up. it's been so long since someone's asked you what you wanted. "i... honestly? i don't know what i want anymore. it's been so long since i've been asked what i wanted. it's been so long since someone's seen me outside of the "little miss perfect" that everyone else sees... i don't know." you take a moment to recollect your thoughts. "i just hate the thought of disappointing people that i think i've lost myself in the process. i've been pursuing music for so long that it's familiar, it's instinct, and i can't see myself doing anything else because i haven't done anything else..." your voice gets quieter as you speak. this is the first time you've ever gotten a chance to voice out your thoughts to someone and your own revelations shock you.

"yeah, i think i'm getting there too. losing myself to satisfy everyone while trying to stay true to myself. after all, who am i if not exploited?" it takes a minute to digest the words that were so simple and yet so powerful, the six words that could be used to summarize your entire life. "it sucks, doesn't it? like all i did was try my best, and this is the kind of thanks i get? annoyance and isolation? awards and acknowledges of achievement but at what cost? my social life? my mental health? ... my identity?" sakusa looks like he's going to say something but you shoot him a look and his mouth closes to let you continue. "it's literally so fucking stupid! there's literally no actual reward for me anymore, nothing satisfying. it's all worthless - meaningless, even. sometimes i wish i could disappear..."

a small breath is sucked up and you turn to sakusa. "sorry that was heavy. i've just never had someone to talk to about this. at least not properly."

"i get it. i haven't really had a lot of people to talk to either. at least not that honestly. i'm glad we have each other now, because you were right. it is brutal out here and it's good that we can stick together now."

after that, no one really bothered you anymore and it was all thanks to your new friend and confidant.

a/n: sheesh this is one of the longest things i've written. i really hope you like it and i'm really sorry that i suck at endings!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #platonic! sakusa x reader #haikyuu angst #sakusa angst #itachiyama #brutal olivia rodrigo #god it's brutal out here #olivia rodrigo #haikyuu fic #haikyuu songfic #songfic

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thatsgay-writes · 3 years

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Azula x Reader

Summary: You join Azula and help take over Ba Sing Se, plus some added fluff.

Warnings: Light cursing?

(You are a female.)

You never agreed with the Fire Nations beliefs. You didn't think they deserved to rule the world. You were Admiral Zhao's kid and were meant to take his spot when he died. Because of your dads high rank and age similarity with Azula, you two trained together. And maybe that's why you couldn't leave... God knows you wanted to and you had so many chances to do so. But you had grown up with Azula, seen what she had gone through. All she ever wanted was at least a sliver of the love her mom had given Zuko. When your dad disappeared you took over his role as Admiral. Azula was annoyed that you were now being shipped out with a bunch of soldiers to do her fathers dirty work. So she pulled you in to one final mission with her and her friends.

Dressed up as a Kyoshi warrior was weird. You wondered how they even fought in these ridiculous get ups. You also felt that the make up was a little over the top. But they must be doing something right too, because Azula could not stop staring at you. Yeah she used to stare at you before, but when you would look at her she would just smirk and look away. Now though, when you looked, she would blatantly check you out, looking you up and down, before biting her lip and looking away. And if your blush had been bad before you were sure it was worse now, not even the make up could hide it. You had always felt something more towards the princess than friendship but kept it to yourself not wanting to get on the Fire Lords bad side or even Azula's. But these past few days have you thinking that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same.

You watched in shock as Aang, the avatar, rose up in his avatar state. You looked around frantically for Azula in case you needed to make a quick get away. When you finally saw her, she was standing behind the avatar, you watched in shock again as she sent lightning right into the avatars back. You cringed as the lightning shocked him and caused him to smoke as he fell to the ground. Then you hear yelling come from behind you to see a giant wave come up from behind and wash everyone away. When you got hit by the wave you panicked for a moment trying to find something to grab onto before you felt yourself get pulled up. You put your arms around the neck of whoever pulled you up, as they put there arms around your waist and pulled you closer to them. When you looked up, you were surprised to see that Azula was the one holding you. She was sporting a huge grin while watching Katara take Aang out and away from the battlefield. When she finally looked down and saw you looking at her, her smile softened a bit before taking a hand from your waist and using it to move the hair out of your face. You blushed at the action before hearing people moving behind you. You hastily pulled away from Azula at the noise, knowing that she wouldn't want to be caught in a compromising position.

Azula stood in front of the earth kings throne as she and Long Feng had a stare off. You stood next to the throne, a little nervous. You believed in Azula fully but Long Feng was a wild card and you didn't like wild cards. However, you relaxed when you watched Azula sit on the throne and Long Feng bow. She ordered them all to leave before she grabbed your hand and made you stand in front of the throne and her. You looked at her questioningly before she pulled you into her lap, causing you to blush and look down. Azula chuckled at the action before putting her finger under your chin and lifting it. "Now that I've captured Ba Sing Se, I feel as if I deserve a reward." You looked at her in confusion causing her to scoff. "Don't look so confused. You act as if I haven't caught you staring or let you catch me staring. Honestly, waiting for you to make the first move has been such a bore." Your eyes widen in shock as your realize that she felt the same way, you honestly thought her and Ty Lee and a thing going on. When Azula realized that you weren't going to move, she took matters into her own hands and gripped your chin harder before pulling you into a kiss. When your lips connected you lost your breath. You had imagined kissing Azula many times but none were as good as this. You had expected her lips to be chapped but your surprise they were smooth and had a light taste of cherry. You don't think you could every look at cherries the same way again.

"Ahem." You heard from your right, causing you and Azula to pull away. You eyes widen at the sight of Zuko standings there, arms crossed in front of his chest. "I need to speak to Azula... alone." He stated barely giving you a second glance. Azula sighed before standing up, with you now being carried on her front. "You always were a cock block, weren't you Zuzu." She said rolling her eyes as she placed you down in on the throne. "I'll be right back to celebrate and get more of my reward." She winked before turning around to walk away with Zuko. Leaving you a blushing mess sitting in the throne.

Before heading back to the fire nation Azula decided to take you on a date. You and her hadn't really talked about your relationship status since your first kiss but you had started sleeping in her room since that day. She decided to take you to the newer zoo in the putter ring. (The one that Aang made in that episode with all those short stories) To say you were excited was an understatement, you loved animals. Of course you never told anyone this, not wanting it to make you seem weak. But Azula knew all about your secret obsession, she may or may not have read your journal/diary. Azula made sure that she had guards blocking the entrance/exit to the zoo to not let anyone in. As much as she enjoyed keeping of the façade of a cold hearted bitch, not that it was hard, she wanted to truly relax and be herself. Azula truly trusted you and knew you would never leave if betray her. So she spent the whole day being herself with you. When you would get excited and start practically jumping up and down, she'd hold your hand in hope to calm you down. When you'd lean on the half wall to try and see the animals better she'd come up behind you, wrap her arms around your waist and lean her chin on your shoulder. You loved this side of Azula and you knew that when your back in public it would all end. So you spent the day holding her hand, cuddling in to her as you walked, kissing her. Anything you knew would become scarce once you were back in the real world.

Sadly, everything come to an end. You didn't want the day to be over. You were having so much fun. As you walking towards the exit of the zoo Azula stopped suddenly. You turned around to look at her in confusion. "Azula is everything..." "Be mine." Azula interrupts you. You know she meant it as a question but it came out as more of a command. You raised an eyebrow at her in response. "I... don't do that to me... you know what I meant" she rolls her eyes before trying again, "Will you be mine?" This time you smiled happily before pulling her into a kiss. You tried to kiss her as long as possible but you couldn't stop smiling. "Of course."

*Time Skip*

Zuko barged into Azula's room, letting shock wash over his face as he noticed you laying next to her. Zuko opens his mouth to yell before seeing Azula put up a hand to stop him. She slowly and as carefully as possible, untangled herself from you before walking out into the hall and closing the door behind Zuko. "What do you want?" She asked already annoyed with Zuko interruption. Zuko wanted to ask about what was going on between you and his sister but refrained, seeing as Azula was already so pissed. "You told dad I killed the avatar. Why? What do you gain from this?" Azula smirked at her older brother. "You've been trying to get into dads good graces again. You've returned home a hero. You have been going after the avatar for all these years. You might as well be the one claim his death. Besides what does it matter the avatar is dead now anyways. If he wasn't though... dad wouldn't be happy." Azula ends her sentence with a cheeky smile. Zuko tried to suppress his emotions. He sent Azula a glare before opening his mouth to respond. But before he could they both heard the door next to them creek open. "Azula?" You mumbled out, trying to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. "The bed got cold. I looked around and... oh" you said ending your sentence, just now noticing Zuko standing across from Azula. Azula smiled at you before turning back to Zuko, "As much as I'm enjoying our little... conversation, I am needed elsewhere." Azula turned away from Zuko, not even letting him respond, before picking you up, walking into her room and closing the door behind you. She laid you back on to the bed before going around to her side and climbing in. Almost immediately you latch on to her and fall right back asleep. Azula spend a few minutes admiring you as you sleep before closing her eyes with a smile on her face, hoping to dream about a future with you.

#azula x reader #female x reader #female reader #female character #alta #avatar the last airbender #x reader

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maplecornia · 3 years

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Jungkook

𝔞/𝔫: this chapter will be in Jungkook's POV, for anyone who is confused

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1.09K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

She's beautiful.

Not just on the outside, no more on the inside.

Closing my eyes, I remember the day I first heard her sing. The first time I ran into her in the hallway. The first time I was able to see her face. Watching her now, just a few feet away from me, I wonder if this is just a dream. I never thought there would be a time where I could feel this way about someone else. I never thought I would want to give everything just to make someone beside me smile.

"Yen?" As she looks up at me with those luminous bright eyes, I wonder if it's possible to become lost in them forever. "Will you sing with me?"

Her reaction, the way she seems to explode with shocked excitement, all makes my heart warm with a neverending bloom.

I wish these blossoms will never wilt.

"Really?" Her eyes sparkling with unspoken excitement, I can't keep the adoring smile from spreading on my cheeks. Biting my bottom lip, and struggling to refrain from pulling her into my arms and cherishing her the same way my heart already does, I nod. She nearly jumps out of the chair with excitement and I chuckle at the sight of her excitement.

Was it really that strange of a request?

Once she's gained her composure, she turns to me, nodding her head violently, and this time I can no longer keep it in. I laugh, reaching forward and pinching her nose between my two fingers. She doesn't seem to mind, just giggles herself, and pulls away rubbing at her nose as though she were a chipmunk.

Why does my heart feel this way every time I'm with her? Almost as though it were about to burst with an overwhelming amount of affection. I want to protect her, I want to hold her, I want to be the one she turns to when she needs help.

I want to be hers.

Is this what it feels like to fall?

"Do you know this song?" I ask, playing a few chords on a guitar I brought over a few seconds ago. Her eyes brighten as she recognizes the tune to the song, and gives me an acute look. I chuckle, before continuing the song, her eyes thoughtfully watching every move my fingers make across the strings. I wonder if she's trying to memorize the pattern, or if she's looking at me the same way I look at her.

When I start singing, I raise my eyes to hers, a connection sent straight to her and landing itself directly on her heart. Just as it was supposed to. She doesn't smile, she doesn't have to, she knows that looking at me, communicating through song is enough for me.

She waits for her turn to sing, and once she does, once our voices collide with the other in beautiful symphonic harmony, I try not to be lost within the world we are able to create together. Maybe it's strange to comprehend, maybe it's unheard of to understand, but singing with her it's almost as though our worlds have collided in a mixture of stars and galaxies. I can see her like I haven't been able to before, and she can see me in a way I've hardly shown anyone.

It's vulnerable, almost intrusive, but at the comfort of her eyes, the way she regards me with acceptance, I realize I have no reason to hide anything from her. I want to show her everything, the inner secrets to my heart. I want her to know my secrets, the way I feel, everything I have ever thought. I want her to hold it all within her heart and cherish it, accept it. I want to give her everything and let her know that she's never alone, not as long as I'm here, not as long as I'm close enough to hold.

With her, it's as though I lose sight of who I am, as though I'm found because without her I'm lost.

The song coming to a close, and with the connection between us timing out, I have the strange urge to cry. I don't want to let go, not yet. As her eyes meet mine once more, however, I find that I don't have to let go. I'm a part of her, and she's a part of me, in one way or another.

Maybe that's all I needed, just to be by her side.

As I strum the last note on the guitar, as our voices carry out until the only trace of the song is reverberating around the studio, I stay silent for the fear that any sound I make would destroy the stupor music had taken hold of us. She seems to understand the feeling and doesn't make a move to talk either. She just smiles, her eyes filled to the brim with warmth and emotion.

In the back of my mind, I wonder...

When was the last time music made me feel this way?

"You were right."

At her voice, I blink in surprise.

"About what?" She smiles at me before looking around at the studio. A place where both of us have an unspoken tie. A place that is nearly as important as the stage, perhaps even more so. This is the home of dreams, the starting point for anyone who ever wishes to perform. And now, it's the place where she will begin her journey.

"This is the birthplace of my dream."

I smile softly, at the way she soaks in the room, the way her eyes sparkle with the unknown opportunity, the unspoken future that she and every artist strives for. I can't help but be reminded of the first time I ever stepped foot into a studio.

The way everything felt so surreal, almost as though I were in a lucid dream. The fear and the underlying excitement. Things might not have been perfect, I was the least bit experienced, but they saw something in me. They saw some form of potential and promise, and they were willing to try their best to give me what I had been craving.

It was the start of a life I would never want to give up.

I wonder if the same is true for her.

All I know is that I'm going to try my hardest to give her the world she's been craving. I'll make sure she doesn't regret her decision. I'll give her everything, even if it's not enough.

I promise.

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK! I'll be doing one of these little glances into the other members lives for their birthday so be looking forward to that ^^ Some might be in the past, some might be in the future (like this one which is like a preview for the chapters yet to come) but they'll all be in the members POV and this way we might understand what each of them are going through.

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Luke Patterson x Willie (Julie and the Phantoms)

Requested by @phoenixfidelity

Luke can't help but be distracted every so often. He can tell that it's starting to get on the rest of the bands nerves every time he misses a chord or he accidentally glances away from the lyrics so he misses a word and then the whole thing is forced to an abrupt halt. He's really trying to stay focused.

Usually it's a piece of cake! He loves the band and he loves playing, because he gets so lost in the music that he forgets the rest of the world exists half the time.

He catches sight of Willie out of the corner of his eye again as they're building up to the chorus of the new song they've been working on. Luke resists the urge to look away from the notebook in front of him.

His fingers keep moving determinedly... while his eyes dart off to the side. It's just a split second, then they're right back on the page, and he hasn't missed anything!

But his mind is quickly taken over by the brief glimpse of Willie that he got. He's just sitting cross-legged on the studio floor, hair tied up in a messy bun, nodding along to their music while he paints. While wearing one of Luke's hoodies. He found it lying on the back of the couch when they came in and he said he was cold, and so he asked if he could borrow it, and Luke wasn't going to say no, was he? That would be rude!

Besides, the orange actually really suits him. It matches the streaks of yellow paint on his cheeks--

Luke quickly glances back over. Sure enough, there is actually paint smeared across Willie's face. And a paintbrush in his mouth while he carefully paints with a different one. He's so focused, his eyebrows scrunched, his foot tapping to the beat on his knee--

Luke catches the mess up in his chords but not before he can stop it. He abruptly stops playing, the rest of the band once again halting along with him.

"Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to--" He takes a deep breath and looks determinedly down at his guitar. "Let's just go again, yeah? I'll get it this time, I promise."

"Yeah, I don't think you will," Julie says, and Luke's surprised to find her smiling rather than being mad about it. She and the rest of the band share a look.

"Probably better if we take a break for now," Reggie agrees, clearly trying to suppress a smile of his own and failing miserably as he lifts his bass strap over his head.

"I'm... getting kinda hungry anyway," Alex lies, nodding way too eagerly.

Willie looks up for the first time since their last brief pause. "Are you guys done?"

Another look is shared. Luke shakes his head vigorously, staring at them all in disbelief.

"No! No, we're not! Come on, we still have to practice this song or else we're not gonna have it ready for tomorrow!"

"You'll be fine!" Flynn assures him, hooking an arm around Julie's shoulders. "You guys sounded great! Well... most of the time."

"Yeah, you were really good," Willie agrees, beaming at them with such sincerity that Luke's heart melts under the rays of sunshine he radiates when he turns it on him.

He barely notices Reggie muttering, "And that's our cue..." and the four of them scattering around the studio, and practically leaving the two of them alone.

Luke doesn't know why they're acting like this. So, yeah, he keeps getting distracted from the music. But he's trying to stay focused! It's not exactly going to help if the rest of them just decide to give up!

He sighs and decides he may as well put his own guitar aside for the moment.

"You okay?" Willie asks with a slight laugh, but his eyes are concerned when Luke glances up at him.

His stomach flips over like a pancake. It's weird but it's been doing that a lot lately and he can't seem to figure out why. Maybe he's coming down with something? That would be super inconvenient timing considering they have a gig tomorrow!

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Luke says, but even he feels like he's somehow lying even as he tries for a grin.

Willie isn't buying it either. He takes a moment to think, his eyebrows only creasing the tiniest bit this time as his thumb rubs a circle into the crease of his elbow. Luke finds the movement strangely calming to watch.

Then it stops, and Willie lights up. "Well, since you guys are... taking a break for the time being, do you wanna help me with this?"

Luke finally tries to take a proper look at what he has actually been doing this entire time as Willie moves over to sit beside him on the couch.

There's a poster -- multiple, actually, as well as what Luke swears is a pile of what were once his guitar picks. He doesn't really play his acoustic too much anymore because it never sounds right with any of their songs, and his fingers just got used to the feel of the strings on his electric, so there wasn't ever really a use for them anymore.

Willie notices him picking up one of the plectrums and turns sheepish. "I found them lying about in here and thought they could use a little... sprucing up." He shrugs. "I didn't think anyone would really mind."

Luke shakes his head and grins as he picks up another in amazement. Each one is painted, and not just a solid colour, but a whole piece of art is painted onto each one. Scenes of bridges with the sunset behind them, fields full of vibrant plants, a starry night sky, a gh--

Luke raises his eyebrows at him. "Is this meant to be me?"

Willie peers at the one he's holding up which features a ghost silhouette wearing an orange beanie with a guitar strapped around its translucent little body.

"Yep," Willie confirms, then breaks out into another sheepish laugh. "I got a little bored of the fancy designs, and I thought that it would be funny, seeing as how you're, you know, Julie and the Phantoms."

"So," Luke glances at the pile of plectrums, "did you do one for all of us?"

"I haven't gotten around to it yet. I wanted to start with you 'cause I figured you'd make the cutest ghost. With the beanie and all."

Luke's stomach does the thing again. And he swears his face is burning up. He better not be getting a fever, because the thought of getting sick right before a gig is giving him a little too much deja vu.

"Does that mean you don't think I'm a cute ghost when I'm not wearing the beanie?" Luke teases, mock serious.

Willie laughs, caught in surprise by the question. But he shakes his head, gazing at Luke with creases around his eyes and a soft smile.

"No way. It's, like, totally impossible for you to not be cute."

Luke laughs as well now and gives him a gentle push, his hand lingering on Willie's arm. "Shut up."

"I got you smiling, at least," Willie points out.

"Yeah, well." Luke doesn't really have anything else to say because he's right.

He looks at him for a second as Willie shifts his attention back down to the posters and plectrums. Luke doesn't mean to stare, but there's something about watching his fingers move that feels... comforting, even when they're just moving a stray bit of hair behind his ear.

"Have you ever played guitar?" Luke blurts out without thinking.

Willie looks back up in surprise but shakes his head. "No. I like listening to music and sometimes performing with Caleb was fun but that was only ever singing. I've never really gotten the hang of an instrument. Takes too long to figure it all out."

"What if I helped?" Luke asks, not fully sure why he's offering. "I'm not saying perform with us. I'm just saying it could be a fun hobby, if you had someone helping you figure it all out."

Willie considers it then shrugs, beaming at him again. Luke's beginning to think he needs sunglasses just to be around him because he finds himself grinning back before Willie's even answered.

"Yeah, okay. Let's do it! But I will warn you, I'm not the most patient person."

"Good thing I am then," Luke says.

"No he's not!" Reggie shouts over to them from the other couch in the corner.

Luke glares at him but Reggie just raises his hands with a confused expression as if to say, what did I do?!

Rolling his eyes as Willie laughs, Luke says, "Don't listen to him. We can practice later and use my old acoustic, that way it'll be a bit easier and you can use one of your awesome designer picks."

He gestures to the pile and Willie scans over them, looking for one to use. Then he picks up the one with the ghost version of Luke on it.

"A great choice, if I do say so myself," Luke says, grinning. "Now, what are we painting?"

Willie hands him a paintbrush and one of the posters. He explains the design and they both start working on them. At some point in between Luke finishing one and Willie just adding a few last touches to his own, Luke tries experimenting on one of the blank picks himself.

When he shows it to Willie, his eyebrows raise and he almost doesn't seem to know what to say for a second. Then his face splits into a smile of pure joy and Luke doesn't think he's ever felt so pleased with himself as he does watching Willie gush over the little ghost hovering over a skateboard like it's the best thing he's seen.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke x willie #willie x luke #luke patterson #willie #willie jatp #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedit*#phoenixfidelity #this is such a cute pairing though??#they would be disaster dorks together and I love that for them

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sumul1f3 · 4 years

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Inspired by this 😔✍️ this is a song fic btw

Let's start!

3rd December...

It was a chilly day for the two, they we're outside of the dorms just watching the white snow on the ground and on the trees

‘I still remember third of December’

While they were out, they have to use warm clothes, Shuichi was wearing a shirt while wearing a sweater on the outside, he was wearing those comfy pants that people would use at cold days, he brought he's coat just to make sure he isn't that cold

But for Kokichi, he wasn't wearing something that you can call warm enough, he was wearing a thin long sleeved shirt, and the same comfy pants he would use every day if he decides to stay at the dorm, while he's bottom half is warm but the top wasn't, Shuichi could see him shivering on the bench

‘Me in your sweater, you said it looked better’

So he comes to he's side, and takes off he's sweater and give it to Kokichi, Kokichi was looking at him with a questioning look

“here, wear it...”

“why are you giving something that could keep you yourself warm, Saihara-Chan?”

“cause you seem to be freezing, and don't worry I brought my coat just in case it was really cold...”

“What?!! I'm not worried... Thank you...” Kokichi mumbled the last part while he's face has a little tint of red, he took the sweater and wears it

‘On me, than it did you, only if you knew’

It has the smell of Shuichi clinging into it, the smell calmed him down and it has a left over of Shuichi warm around it to

“here... I brought some hot chocolate... Want some?” Shuichi was already wearing his coat, and he now has 2 cups of hot chocolate in a coffee cup

“where did that came from?" Kokichi had a dump founded face on him ‘seriously where did it came from??’

‘How much I liked you,’

“it's... Magiccccc” Shuichi answered with the mimic of Himiko's voice, this made Kokichi laugh a bit, as he reaches the warm hot chocolate with he's hands

“thanks... Saihara-Chan...”

12 January...

Kokichi was picking up he's stuff in he's locker, while Shuichi was waiting beside him

He was wearing Shuichi's sweater as it seems that the cold weather hasn't disappeared yet

When he was done he finally turned to Shuichi “i'm done Saihar-” he was cut of from the way Shuichi was starting at another individual

‘but I watch your eyes’

He looked over to spot the one and only Piano Freak of the school, Kaede Akamatsu

If he was being true to himself, he didn't like Kaede that much as she was to hipity hopety, and he can see that she has a crush on Shuichi

‘As she walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerized’

While Shuichi was focused on her, he's body moved by he's own as he leaves Shuichi standing by his locker

It had felt as if he didn't exist anymore, and honestly...

That killed him inside...

‘while I die’

(this part is where Kokichi sings the song- I changed it a bit-)

“Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave me your sweater

It's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather...”

Kaede was standing beside Shuichi while holding he's hand, they were used with holding each other, people would even think they were together, but Shuichi would denied immediately

‘Watch as she stands with her holding your hand’

They were walking with each, while Kokichi was watching in the far distance

He was clinging on Shuichi sweater as if it's hugging him, he was getting really cold

‘Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder’

Even though he hates it when they get clingy to each other, he couldn't hate her at all, she was still kind to him like she does with everyone else

‘But how could I hate her? She's such an angel’

“But then again... kinda wish she were dead...”

(you could say we change POV to Shuichi, this is when he was looking at Kaede a while ago)

‘As she walks by

What a sight for sore eyes’

While Shuichi was looking at Kaede, he felt the lost of Kokichi's presences

He turns he's head to Kokichi's locker, but he's few was looking at Kokichi's back

‘Brighter than a blue sky

She's got you mesmerized’

He reaches for him with he's hand, but he was to far to reach, the lost of he's presence made Shuichi felt the loneliness

It felt like he was drowning, while dieing at the same time...

‘While I die’

Shuichi was now on the roof top with his thoughts, all alone-

He felt empty...

While he wasn't around I feel empty, sad, and lonely... Even when I'm with Kaede it's still feels like I forgot to tell him something, Shuichi thought

He started to whisper a song through he's mouth

“Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

I gave you my sweater

It's just polyester

But i like you better...

Wish I were Heather”

A few days later, everything has become distance, they haven't talked for awhile

They felt the loneliness inside, they we're distance but they wished to stay close

‘Wish I were Heather

(Oh, oh)

Wish I were Heather’

A few days later Kaede confessed to Shuichi, but Shuichi turned him down

“i'm sorry Akamatsu-san...”

Kaede was quiet for awhile until a question pop's out

“is it because... You like someone else?”

Shuichi slowly nods answering her question, Kaede smiled at this even though it was a sad smile knowing it wasn't her but she still smiled just for Shuichi with tears in her eyes

“Go get him than..!”

Shuichi looked at Kaede one last time, and after that he smiled at her saying her final words after the confession

“Thank you..."

Shuichi turns around to go find the one he loves, while he was doing that Kaede thought to herself

At least he's happy with him... You better take good care of him Ouma-kun, Kaede thought

“Hey... You okay?”

Kaede turns around to see a green haired guy with piercings on his ear, she smiles at him

“yeah.. I'm okay”

“wanna go to the cafe to get a drink?”

Kaede blushed a bit, but she still kept the smile on her face, a warm smile that can warm someone's heart

“yeah... That would be great, Amami-Kun”

While the conversation with Kaede and Rantaro was going on, Shuichi was still searching for him

He was going around they're favorite places they would go to, while he was passing them he remembers the times when they were together

He finally finds him at they're favorite park, a few people are around a few are going home as it seems to be the evening time

He was sitting on the bench under a tree, Kokichi spotted him and so he stands up while still looking at Shuichi

Shuichi comes closer with every step he took, while he was doing that he can hear Kokichi lightly singing as if he was showing his emotions trough it

"Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave me your sweater

It's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were...”

Before he could finish he's sentence, Shuichi tackles him with a hug, it was warm like he's sweater, he could smell the usual perfume Shuichi would use

He's eyes were wide, but he slowly close his eyes and embrace Shuichi with a hug as well

Title: Warm Like your Sweater (yeah Ik it's bad :v)

Yeah, I'm done hope you guys like it, this will be on Wattpad as well on my SaiOuma one shot

#kokichi ouma #saiouma #shuichi saihara #drv3 shuichi #kokichi edit #anime #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #dr art #drv3 kokichi #ndrv3 spoilers #gayguy #amamatsu #Spotify

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years

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Inspired by this ask.

Present day Duff and Vivian reflect on their romantic relationship

I sat down with my best friend to discuss our affair for the first time in 26 years…and gain a final piece of closure the two of us have yet to attain from one another.

"This is gonna be interesting because both of our spouses are here." I say as I sit down, at my kitchen bar and Duff takes a sip of his water before joining me.

"Nah, Su's as cool as a cucumber. We got this." He replies. "...I don't know about Sixx but me, you and Su can handle it." He teases.

"If you get war flashbacks, baby, just remember you're sober." I tell Nikki and he chuckles.

"I'll just go to the bathroom and sing 'Kumbaya'." Nikki adds and Susan laughs.

"It won't be that bad." She assures him. "I got my waterproof mascara on. I'm ready."

"I'm getting through this without crying." I state.

"You cry over google commercials, Viv." Duff informs me.

"Because they know how to market. This happened…" I have to do the math. "...thirty-two and a half years ago. I won't cry."

"Okay, well, just in case, I came prepared." Susan tosses me a pack of Kleenex.

"Thank you." I say to her, doubting I'll need it.

"I'm about to start the camera." Nikki tells us, going to press start on the camera he's got set up to film this. "Oh, it's already started." He states.

"It's okay, people won't care." I shrug, taking a sip of my Pepsi. "Okay, Hey, Guys." I say to the camera. "This is a very special occasion because I'm here with my best friend, and the father of my first child, Michael Andrew McKagan a.k.a Duff McKagan a.k.a Daddy McKagan according to some of you nasty, freaky, bastards." I pipe and Duff rubs his face.

"Oh my God." He chuckles.

"Do you read your instagram comments?" I remind him and he nods.

"It's just so weird to hear it in real time." He explains. "I think that's one of the most odd things you can call a sexual partner. Like…'daddy'..."

We just stare at each other for a moment and I look at the camera.

"He just single handedly dragged me in the nicest way possible." I say to him as Nikki and Susan try not to laugh.

"No, I jus--well, you can say whatever the hell you wanna say and call him whatever you wanna call him because you've earned it with the shit you've been through, but it's just odd for me to go online and there's, like, girls 30 years younger than me calling me 'daddy.' Like, I'm not sure if you realize this, sweetie, but I have daughters your age." He points out and I start laughing. "I-I could actually be your dad. Careful now."

"I think Vince has a higher chance of being these horny girls' father." I state.

"I know, but it's just food for thought, you know?" He shrugs.

"I don't even know how to transition from that to the topic--which is a serious topic, but this is just...oh my gosh." I giggle out, not able to stop.

"Speaking of 'food for thought'," He creates a transition for us to go into what we're talking about and I take the opportunity.

"Yes, we will be discussing our weird relationship-but-not-really-because-I-was-married-and-confused situationship in honor of my book coming out 'Verbatim: The Truth, The Whole Truth, & Nothing Left Unsaid', which tells everything that happened from 1981, to early 2000s, that people have already read about in everybody else's books." I explain. "I've had this, 'it isn't anybody's business' mindset and now, I feel like I'm in a place where I can tell what happened, including our thing--which is something, believe it or not, we have not talked about as much as people think we have."

"No, we haven't."

"I don't know exactly why we haven't spoken about it much, like it happened, it obviously happened because we got a son out of it...we just haven't acknowledged it happened, really. Which is why we're gonna ask the tough questions and hopefully get through some stuff."

"Which is nice because I honestly think the last time we even alluded to it was 1994, right after I got sober, and was advised to resolve things in my friendships, and even then we didn't get everything out there." He replies. "At least I didn't, and I feel like a lot of people have something to say about it, and we spent so many years letting other people define what that time was to us--which it was such a private and personal thing between the two of us that other people's two cent shouldn't have had the impact on us that it did--but we let it get to that point where we lost sight of what it meant to us and let it be defined however the fuck people wanted to call it. And that wasn't good for either of us, and I think that's one of the things that's kept me from bringing it up again. Especially now that, ya know, I'm married, have two grown daughters with Susan, you have Nikki and your children, and I've always thought there's no point in bringing something up that happened--like you said--thirty-two, almost thirty-three--years ago.

"Because you don't want to hear the b.s."

"Because I don't want to hear the b.s." He agrees. "But the more I've thought about it, there are parts of me that feels like I didn't get to say what I wanted to say when we decided to go separate ways, and that just gets fucking heavier and heavier with each year, and I'm sure you might, too."

"Oh, definitely." I agree completely, able to relate to it. "I feel like one of the main reasons for me, why I haven't tried to talk to you about it is because, like you said, people will automatically start something out of absolutely nothing, but also because I felt like I never had the right to." I state and he furrows his brows a little. "Why did you wait so long to tell me how you really felt about me?

He lets out a breath before thinking a moment.

"I refused to hinder what little happiness you had left in your relationship with Nikki. I knew you guys were struggling, I knew you were fighting like hell to get your relationship back on track, and I didn't want you to have any more confusion going on than what was already being put on you and if I would have told you how I felt, that would've done that. And then I was with Mandy for a while and that kinda helped me feel like I was over those feelings, but I realized I wasn't when she and I broke up."

"Did anybody else know about how you felt or..?"

"Well, I--yeah, Stevie thought it was just a little, like, I had a crush on you, but Izzy knew I loved you...which is why he wasn't shocked when they found out about us." He says. "...Of course he wasn't surprised because all the Nikki/Vanity stuff happened, so he was kinda expecting you to do something, which--okay, I don't know how to ask this." He admits, thinking of how to word it, glancing at Nikki.

"What?" I ask him.

"I just don't want to come across as an asshole for asking this because I'm assuming it's a lot deeper than just...okay, whatever, I'm asking it." He decides.

"Okay." I prepare for it and he sighs.

"Why did it take that level of public humiliation for you to realize you weren't in a good marriage?" He asks and it nearly makes the breath leave my body, Nikki and I looking at each other.

"Because it was public." I confess. "Everything else that had been done, had been done in private. There was no public input on it, there was nobody watching the situation unfold under a microscope, everything that happened up to that point was private. So, he could trip during a crack binge and shoot me and I could stay with him because I didn't have the public watching me, giving their opinions. But when his mistress announces it on TV, I can't just gloss over that because now everybody knows and has an inkling that 'uh oh, they're not this perfect relationship they've made people believe they are' and yes we came out and said it was a lie and tried to undo that damage that Denise caused, so physically I was still in the marriage, mentally I was drawing up divorce papers. And I'm not completely sure it was just the very public aspect of it, I think it was the fact it was her. And I realized, 'I can't compete with a woman who has absolutely everything about her that Nikki is addicted to: she knows how to have a good time, she's equally as wild as him, she's got the sex appeal, she's got all the drugs, she's on the same level as him in terms of entertainment industry' just everything that I wasn't...she was. And I was too exhausted at the point to try to compete with her so I gave up when that came out."

"I remember Izzy ranting, 'she's fucking comparing herself to Vanity and there's no reason to'." He impersonates Izzy and I chuckle.

"He drilled into my head for years to follow that I was fine the way I was, I didn't need to change anything about my looks, my personality, my hobbies, my sobriety, like it was like 'The Help' when she's constantly reassuring the little girl 'you is smart, you is kind, you is important'." I quote. "Anytime Izzy could see me struggling with myself or not feeling my best he'd be like 'seventeen outta ten, Viv. Seventeen.'"

Duff looks enlightened, and points to the space behind my right ear.

"That's why've got '17' right there." He realizes and I nod. "In his writing." He adds.

"In his writing." I confirm.

"That's--wow. I didn't know you struggled with that for so long because there was no competition." He assures me.

"Well, I already had shitty self-esteem and then that made it worse, and then even when you and I were together I still had this fear a little bit that you were only with me to help yourself get over Mandy."

"Abso-fucking-lutely not." He doesn't even think before saying and I feel myself tear up a little. "No way. No freaking way. I loved you, Viv, I really, really did. When you told me that you were filing as soon as the tour was over I started planning out our lives together, as crazy or cheesy that makes me seem, like, I was really going for it." He tells me.

"Duff." I feel guilty, my heart aching a little.

"I remembered, 'okay, she wants this many kids, she says she likes dogs but really wants a cat, too, she doesn't want to live in the middle of the city, she doesn't want an over-the-top house, she wants to go back to school at some point so I'll put away some savings for that', like, I was planning out everything and fitting Guns N' Roses in wherever there was time in that whole plan. I was ready to be with you and start a life with you. I really, really was." He adds and I see Susan's sympathy for him, only adding to my guilt.

"Well, just rip my heart out, why don't you?" I ask him to add some relief and Susan giggles, her bright smile coming back to her lips.

"Right?" She asks. "Geez, babe."

"I'm just saying." Duff tells us.

"Nikki didn't even plan his days out when he woke up back then, and then you were there with a calculator adding up how much money you probably needed to put away for my schooling."

"We wouldn't have had any money to go to school, anyway, Viv, 'cause it was all going to taxes and heroin." Nikki points out and I think for a moment.

"And house payments."

"And house payments." He agrees as I look back to Duff, who looks like he's thinking about something.

"Okay, sorry if this is a weird question, but what did you mean you felt like you had 'no right' to talk about our relationship?"

"Okay, well, we broke up, I was working on things with Nikki, you married Mandy four months after we broke up...I felt like 'okay, you've already gotten your husband back, he's gotten Mandy back, they're married, who the--' pardon my french ''--fuck are you to bring up your relationship and how it affected your friendship when you're both married to other people and doing your own things? Who are you to be worried with your time with him when you're with Nikki and he's got a wife, now?'."

"Ohh, yeah. Yeah." He knows what I'm talking about, nodding. "So, you kinda felt like it was disrespectful to dwell on it too long." He adds.

"Exactly. And I didn't want to disrespect Nikki, or Mandy, or Linda, and now Susan, by trying to work on us again, as friends, because we are exes, whether we want to admit it, we are. We dated. And I feel like it's easy to forget that sometimes because it was so long ago and that freaking sucks because I don't want…" My voice cracks and he looks at me pointedly as tears come to my eyes and I take a deep breath. "...I don't want to forget that time. And I'm not trying to be rude to my marriage or yours or make it seem like I still have those feelings for you, because I don't, but I don't want to forget there was a time in that hellacious cycle my life was in at that moment, that for a few months, I was genuinely happy in the midst of my life falling apart." I explain, sniffling. "And that wouldn't have been the case, if not for you. And I don't want to forget that."

"Vivian." He says as I grab at a tissue and I see Susan knuckle a tear in her tear duct.

"I don't know, it just felt like there was never a right time to address what happened fully because everything was happening so fast in our personal lives, for you and Guns, for Nikki and the band, I started having kids, and you got married a second time and your drinking was worse and worse, so it just never happened."

"Can I ask you something else?" He says and I nod. "When do you think we should have said, 'look, we were together, it happened, and it's okay'. Because we avoided it like the plague for years and still do at times, and that's practically due to--like I said earlier--listening to how people defined it. Like you were called a 'whore' and a 'slut' and just awful shit in public and in papers and tabloids for years after it happened and I feel like because of that, there was that element of 'we should be ashamed of ourselves and just pretend it never fucking happened' surrounding it, even though we had Monroe who's breathing proof of what happened at some point, but we just treated it as if we adopted him together as friends or something like--" I laugh, wiping a tear, and he laughs with me for a few seconds. "--it's the truth, though, we never talked about our relationship. We went on Howard Stern in '88 right after Monroe was born, and he grilled us about it, but we just shut the fuck down after that and didn't speak of anything again for a couple years until we got in that fight over you limiting my time with Monroe, and then again in '94, and that was it--and none of those times really accomplished anything. At all."

"We should have had that conversation before you got married to Mandy that May." I point out.

"That was so, so soon." He smiles nervously. "That was too soon, way too soon, to get married."

"You proposed to her the day after we broke up." I recall and he nods.

"I sure did. I sure as hell did. So stupid." He states. "I learned not to make important decisions when I'm in pain. 'Cause I married two different women when I was going through some painful stuff and only made it worse." He explains.

"And see that's the thing because you had me completely convinced you wanted Mandy. Like I felt so much better when we broke up, knowing you were with who you really wanted to be with, and I was with who I wanted to be with, and then I found out in an argument with you that you were miserable and married Mandy to try to make yourself excited about being back together with her."

"And that's exactly why I told you that because I needed you to be happy and if I would have told you how I really felt about you, you wouldn't have been happy because you would've felt guilty for staying with Nikki and fixing things with him. And I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I would have put you through that so I married Mandy so fast because I was hurt, and I thought I loved her as much as I loved you, and I held on to that and ran with it." He tells me. "Why wasn't I good enough for you to stay?"

I go to answer, before the weight of what he's asking really hits me, and several tears topple down my cheeks before I'm wiping them away.

"I can't begin to put into words how highly you surpassed 'good enough'." I inform him when I finally speak. "Um, my decision to stay with Nikki had absolutely nothing to do with you. That was all me, and issues I thought were resolved within myself that weren't resolved at all, I was just ignoring them." I say. "And something in me was telling me not to stay with you...and I fully believe that was God telling me to back the hell off because he had a plan for you and I had no business accompanying you in that plan as your significant other." I explain. "And I hate to say this, but I really feel like we would have gotten divorced."

His eyes widen and his brows raise, a knowing smile on his lips as his nods his head.

"And I hate to think that but we would have made it, maybe, up until '92 because I wasn't even your wife or your girlfriend but just being around you made me so miserable." I admit. "I-It was like--you would get up and start drinking until you passed out that night. I was watching the person who had his shit together the most in my life, fall apart, and that was scary for me because we had a son who was witnessing his dad spiral."

"Yeah." He rubs his lips together.

"And getting you to take accountability for what you were doing was like trying to bathe a cat." I add.

"And it took me months after getting sober to evaluate what went wrong in my life with the band, what went wrong in my relationships, what went wrong in my parenting with Monroe, what went wrong in my friendship/co-parentship with you, and own up to what I played a part in because none of it imploded on it's own, or just because of other people, like I played a part in all of it, too, and admitting that took a lot of time to swallow my pride and just accept that I became the very thing I got pissed at Nikki for being, years prior to that, and saying, 'okay, I made all those mistakes, I fucked up, how can I do better and learn from it to better myself, to better my friendships, to better my relationship with my son, and just do what I'm supposed to do?' And I even ended up going to Nikki, and apologizing for what happened between us," he motions between me and him, "because even before you and him were separated over the Vanity thing, knowing you went to me for shit, over him, made him feel less than, made him feel like he wasn't a good enough husband and I kinda felt the same way when he stepped up for Monroe when I was going through my drinking, and it made me feel like I wasn't adequate enough as a father because Monroe was leaning a bit more on him than he was on me, and for the shit I was going through in my life with my alcoholism and drugs, I was doing the best I could do as a dad. And it made me realize that Nikki was doing the best he could do as a husband back when he was in the thick of his heroin addiction, because he was sick and couldn't fucking help himself, just like I was sick and couldn't help myself, and neither of us wanted to hear we had a problem, neither of us wanted help. And I know people are gonna, 'well, Nikki cheated and was mean to her and this and that', I know what you looked like when Nikki was hurting you. I know the look you would get on your face...I know that I hurt you as much as Nikki did through my drinking because you would look at me the way you would look at him when you weren't recognizing the person in front of you due to how royally they had fucked themselves up."

"Yes." I nod, not even arguing.

"And that fucking hurt to realize that I was hurting you as bad as he had, and I remembered getting so pissed at him for doing that back in '86/'87 as he got worse, but then I did it, too, and that experience really opened my eyes when I got sober because I wouldn't have been humbled in that way had I not had a drinking addiction and reached that low, and I do think that's one of the reasons that was allowed to happen to me." He finishes and I take a deep breath before asking:

"If Monroe wouldn't have been conceived, if we wouldn't have had a child to come out of our relationship, knowing what we know now, how we ended up not staying together, the public slander and stuff we had to go through...would you still have had a relationship with me, if you could go back and change it?"

"Without a doubt, yes." He says, matter-of-fact. "It would have been a waste of a blessing to not have taken the opportunity to love someone as recklessly--maybe even stupidly, at times--unconditionally, with the magnitude I loved you with, at such a young age. Like, usually you can expect to find something like what we had when people get a little older, and get through all their bullshit relationships before finding the person that loves them for them fully, but I had the chance of experiencing that when I was, like, in my early twenties...and I didn't experience that again, and so much more, until I met Susan." He says and I nod. "And I don't want you to think that because we haven't spoken about it, maybe as much as we should have, that I'm ashamed of you or us or embarrassed, because I'm not proud that we did what we did in that timing--because it was really shitty timing and we both can agree on that, I think," he raises his brows and I agree, "but I will never be ashamed, or apologetic, or embarrassed that I ever had that with you. I felt like one of the most fortunate people to even know you, and then to have that relationship we had--even for the few months it lasted--was just...it was such a short time compared to how long you've been with Nikki and how long I've been with Su, but we spent it loving each other the best that we could. And we really did love each other, and we do still love each other--even if it's not in that same way, the spirit of it, I guess, is still there. There's still that 23 year old kid in me that'll kick somebody's ass over you, and wants to see you happy, and is in absolute love with you. And don't get me wrong, there's a 56 year old me that wants to see you happy and that'll still kick somebody's ass over you." He clarifies, making me laugh. "I'm just pointing out that even when those feelings went away, I don't think that bond ever did."

"Yeah." I nod, sniffling as I press a tissue to under my eye to catch more tears. "Do you, um...do you remember our break up?"

He exhales and gives me a little smile, nodding, before tears come to his eyes.

"I--yeah, I...I remember it…" He informs me.

"We had just gotten done messing around, and if we did anything before we went to bed we would just stay in bed and go to sleep, but if we did anything in the afternoon or whatever we'd get up shortly after and clean up and go about the day. And we got done, it was, like, 2:00pm, and it was this odd feeling in the midst of it that 'this is gonna be the last time we ever do this with one another', and neither of us said a word, we just laid there with each other for four hours when we were done, taking in every second that we could. Well I finally got up to go back home and check on Nikki because he had OD'd the night before." I explain.

"And you went to the door to leave and I stopped you, and was like, 'I know you're going to make things right with Nikki, and I'm going to fix things with Mandy, and I want you to know that I love you, and I'm proud of you, and I always will and always will be'. Of course you can understand me a little better now because I was crying when I choked those out, but, um," he laughs and I smile back more tears. "And you said, 'thank you, I love you, Duff' and gave me a kiss and a hug and then you were gone."

"And we rarely spoke about it, again."

"And we rarely spoke about it, again." He confirms and I let out a breath, feeling more tears swell in my eyes. "What a fucking way to end a relationship." He adds.

"This is where I'm really gonna start crying, um…" I start, chuckling nervously. "...I wasn't thanking you for being understanding, I was thanking you for everything that you'd done for me, and it took me a while to understand that that was one of the things I felt like was unresolved because that 'thank you' had a lot of weight behind it." I tell him.

"Okay." He tells me, listening intently.

"This is so freaking stupid and unhealthy but I wrote suicide notes for when Nikki finally OD'd and died, because I knew if he were to go, I'd have to go with him, I couldn't live without him." I tell him and he looks a shocked. "You taught me that I could live without him when I didn't think that I could, and you brought me so much peace and rest in a time when I couldn't remember the last time I was at peace, and I sure as hell couldn't get any rest. And I felt, and still feel, so indebted to you for those months that you spent trying your hardest to fix what you didn't break--you risked your career over me, you protected me, you defended me, you supported me, you loved me--and that's what I was thanking you for that day, and I feel like I've got a weight off my shoulders now because I have never told you that and I've always wanted to but didn't think it was a good time."

"Holy shit, Viv." He wipes a stray tear, and I see Susan doing the same, Nikki just smiling at me like he's glad I've gotten that weight off of me, because he knows I've been wanting to say it for years.

"And I'm sorry it was such a shitty breakup that kind of came out of nowhere."

"The way you were screaming and crying and begging God whenever we were trying to get Nikki to wake up, I knew if he lived you were gonna fix things. I was prepared for it, I promise." He assures me. "And I'm really glad we got to do this and get this out there with each other and I really hope you were able to get some closure with this, because I really did."

"I did, too." I nod, wiping more tears.

"I love you." He tells me as we get out of our chairs, giving me a quick, innocent, peck on the lips, before hugging me tightly.

"I love you, too."

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getitinbusan · 5 years

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97 Line Group Chat

Jungkook was trying not to let his nerves get the better of him. Coming back from tour he finally had some downtime and was looking forward to going to the club. It wasn't just spending time with friends he didn't see very often, it was getting to see you again.

97 Line Group Chat:

Bam Bam: We'll be pre-gaming at my place and then heading to the club. I'm bringing YuGyeom, Jackson and his girlfriend and her friend Y/N so Jungkook you'd better be prepared.

Jungkook: You're sure she's coming? I haven't seen her in months. Do you think she remembers me?

Mingyu: I know she doesn't like me, I tried hitting on her 2 weeks ago and she shot me down. Good luck my friend.

Bam Bam: Jackson says she asks about you all the time. Pretty sure she has a crush on you JK.

Jungkook: Ahhh, I'm so nervous. You all better be good wing men tonight.

YuGyeom: I'll make sure she has a few extra drinks before we go.

Mingyu: So 11pm?

Bam Bam: Yep

JK: Let's Get it

Private Text

Jungkook: Please make sure YuGyeom doesn't get her drunk, I like this girl...a lot.

Bam Bam: I'll watch him.

It was about 10:30 and the meal had just arrived. Jimin ate fast but Taehyung liked to take his time. Jungkook sat impatiently knowing it would take at least 20 minutes to get to the club. What if someone else caught your eye? What if you got too drunk? Jimin couldn't stop laughing, "JK, how could she not like you? Just relax." Taehyung added, "I'm not leaving food on my plate so you'll just have to wait." Taking that as a challenge Jungkook reached over and grabbed a handful of his fries shoving them in his mouth. "I hope your happy, now we're late and I have gross breath"

Breathing deeply he got out of the cab, he'd thought about this night for weeks. Did he look okay? Was his cologne too much? Did it even matter, you probably didn't even like him. The door opened and he could feel the pulsing bass through his body, the lights and fog were immediately disorienting. Was everyone here or did he have to wait longer to see you? Walking to the bar the three of them ordered drinks and started to look around for the rest of the group.

We are bulletproof began playing and the dance floor went crazy. Jungkook felt a surge of pride that everyone was feeling it, he hoped you were here to see. Eyes skimming over the crowd and there you were. Right at the front dancing, you spotted him too. Pointing directly at him and coming closer you sang in time "The name is Jung Kook, my scale is nationwide" He couldn't help but laugh as you approached singing his lines to him. God he wanted to kiss you. You kept singing and dancing in front of him until the song was over.

"Hello Jungkook" came from your lips and you smiled. "I was hoping I'd see you tonight it's been too long." Should he? He put his arm around you in a makeshift hug and said "I'm really glad you're here." YuGyeom appeared slipping in between you handing you both a shot, 'To friendship", he toasted. Your glasses clicked in cheers and the shots were downed quickly. 'Let's VIP room" Bam Bam called out. Concerned, Jungkook asked "Are you coming Y/N?" Not answering right away and looking around the room you answered "I don't know where Jackson and Y/F/N are, I'll come after I find them." Shit did he just blow it? "Ok, I guess I'll see you in a bit" Walking in seperate directions Jungkook felt his heart drop, he was sure you didn't see him as more than a friend.

Monitoring the time it was a least 45 mins later when you appeared in the VIP with YuGyeom. Stopping at the bar you were both laughing and did another shot. What an asshole Jungkook thought. You perused the room until you saw him sitting there frowning. When your eyes locked he managed a smile but what little confidence he'd walked in with was gone. The waitress followed behind you with several shot glasses and bottles to meet everyone else at the table. "Shots for everyone" YuGyeom called out. Everyone grabbed one and cheered each other except Jungkook. Feeling tipsy you decided to leverage your liquid courage and take the lead. "Come dance with me Kookie" off to the side YuGyeom made drinking motions and a thumbs up towards Jungkook. Following you to the floor Jungkook was hesitant, wanting nothing more than to be pressed against you but not wanting to take advantage of your state. "Don't be afraid to touch me Guk, this is just dancing we don't need formalities." It was now or never, if he didn't make a move he'd end up on tour again masturbating to thoughts of how he'd feel inside you. Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you in until your bodies were pressed together, face to face he stared into your eyes. "You know I like you right?" he whispered. "I do", you grinned, "Do you know how badly I want you Jungkook" He started blushing, "I guess I do now". You began moving with the music, hands exploring each other, trying to make up for lost time. Turning your back to him you pressed your ass into his crotch. Moving up and down grinding into him you could feel his bulge growing. Closing his eyes he imagined you doing this in bed, he couldn't control his erection. He didn't want to embarrass you so he subtly tucked himself into his waistband. Turning to face him, your hand travelled to his bulge, moving over the fabric of his jeans and up under his shirt your fingertips traced his abs. Dragging your fingers lower you felt the tip of his cock sticking out his pants. It was so smooth and hard you just wanted it in you. His mouth came crashing down on yours like he couldn't wait a second longer. His fingers were in your hair, your head was back and your tongues met in a soft sensual dance. It felt so good to finally break the anticipation but the taste of liquor was distracting. How much have you had to drink, was this taking advantage of the situation? "Jungkook, I'd like to leave with you if that's ok?" You propositioned. He nodded in agreeance, "I'll be back in a minute" you said "I'm going to let Y/F/N know I'm leaving." The minute you walked away YuGyeom approached Jungkook "You can thank me later, she's had at least 10 shots and you can probably do whatever you want with her tonight" Shit, there was no way taking you home was the right thing to do. Disappointed and upset Jungkook went outside to clear his head. He'd waited so long for this night and you'd only kissed him because you were drunk. Maybe he should just leave. Sitting alone on the steps outside of the club Jungkook was internally wrestling with his wants and his morals.

You looked around the club and couldn't find Jungkook anywhere. Fuck, maybe you'd been too forward with him. You knew Jungkook was a gentleman and now you were cursing yourself for coming on to him so strongly. You'd already told everyone you were leaving so you might as well just head home. It had been weeks of anticipation for tonight, you were finally going to make your move and now it was ruined. How did you even fool yourself into thinking that Jeon Jungkook could be interested in you.

Opening the door into the cool night you found him sitting there by himself. "Hey Kook, I'm sorry if I scared you off." You sat down beside him, 'I've just been fantasizing how this night would play out for a long time and I got carried away." He looked at you and reached for your hand "Do you really like me? I'm worried that the alcohol is maybe making you...want me more than you think you do." You couldn't help but laugh out loud "Jungkook I think I can handle my liquor a little, I'm no lightweight" furrowing his brows he questioned you "YuGyeom said he was giving you shots all night?" You rolled your eyes "YuGyeom is a dick, he told me he liked me and kept trying to hit on me a while ago. I gave away all the drinks he bought me because I figured he was trying to get me into bed." His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, "So you're not really drunk?" You leaned in and kissed his cheek "Jungkook I've had my sights set on you for months, I didn't want anything to ruin tonight. This has all been planned since I knew you'd be coming tonight.. right down to my sexy lingerie."

That was all he needed, his lips found yours again and you were immediately lost in each others lust. The Uber pulled up and honked, startling you when you failed to notice its arrival. "Who's place is closer?" you asked. "Too many people at my place," he moaned "I don't want to have to be quiet, can we go to yours?" Just the suggestion of loud sex had you soaked through your new purple lace panties.

Pulling up to your complex Jungkook led you out of the car and up to the door. Digging through your purse you couldn't find the keys, growing impatient he latched on to your neck and dragged long deep suctioned kisses over your collarbones. "You're distracting me Kook, fuck we need to get inside!" He stopped with a giggle and helped look. Finally locating them you made it into your apartment and clothes immediately began coming off. "Bedroom?" He asked. "That way" you pointed to the only room up the hall. Picking you up he carried you to your room. Setting you back on your feet he halted the make out session. He cupped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "I need you to know how much I like you. I've thought about you for months, imagining being with you kept me going when I was lonely on tour." He slowly took off the dress you were wearing and revealed the lingerie you'd bought just for his eyes. "Fuck," he said out loud "so much better than my fantasies" blushing your eyes took in his bulging cock. His black Calvin Kleins were straining to contain his erection.

"Kookie, do you know how many of your damn VLives I've watched just so I could see you?" He ran his hand up your arms and reaching around unclasped your bra. Tangling his hand in your hair he kissed you, hard. He moved his lips inch by inch lower and lower stopping at your breasts, kneading and sucking until you were moaning under his ministrations. Lower again over your stomach, down your abdomen until he got to your clit. He sucked deliberately light enough to tease you coaxing the juices from your already wet entrance. Softly pushing into you with his tongue he moaned "you taste so good, you're so beautiful" Your legs shook, struggling to stay on your feet while your body felt like it was floating. You held tight onto his shoulders as he spread your folds and twisted his finger inside you. "Maybe you should lay down" he guided you backwards to the bed, laying you down so your knees were bent over the edge. "Do you want to cum like this? Should I keep going?" You could barely find your voice but managed to let out a whispered "please keep going" he moved back in, two curled fingers dragging against your soft spot and his tongue flicked your clit relentlessly. It only took a minute to have you hyperventilating while you repeated his name cumming on his face.

He gave you a moment just to be still and catch your breath as he placed small kisses on the insides of your thighs. "Are you ok?" He asked "I'm sooo much better than ok" you answered. He got up from his knees and you sat up, face to face with his six pack. You slowly sucked red marks onto his abs and hooked you fingers into his underwear. Slowly you pulled them down exposing bit by bit and lowering your mouth with them until you'd taken him all in. You could hear him slowly relesse his breath as you slid back up to the tip. Popping him out of your mouth you looked up his face "I can't believe you're real Jungkook, you are so incredibly perfect" He reached down hand on your cheek and smiled. You put him back in your mouth and began sucking him until he was hitting the back of your throat. His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your head where he grabbed your hair and pulled slightly. When you moaned out at the tension he grabbed at it harder angeling you to make it easier for him to thrust into you. His hips picked up speed and he was about to cum when he stopped completely. He held your head still with his cock sitting in the back of your throat cutting off your air for a minute. "Don't move, please don't move, I don't want to cum yet" when he was under control he pulled himself away from you. "I want you so badly you can't even know, I just want to fuck you so hard and fill you up until you're screaming my name but I'm not going to do that." Confused you moved up the bed to lean on the pillows . Crawling up to lay beside you, his still rock hard cock pressed into your leg he began kissing you. "I only have one chance to be with you for the first time and I want to make love to you. He kissed you for what felt like an eternity, until you both had that feeling of seeing stars in the black void of a blissed out mind. He moved on top of you until he was positioned at your entrance. Looking you in the eyes he pushed slowly while watching your face for discomfort. Finding nothing but pleasure in your reaction. He began moving himself rolling his hips into you. Neither of you could control your sounds and you found yourselves sweaty and moaning in an act of pure ecstasy. Bringing your legs up around him his cock hit you over and over rubbing your g spot while his pubic bone rubbed over your clit with each stroke. Picking up his speed he was finally reaching his high. "Can I cum in you Y/N" nodding while you pulled his hair you came for a second time "Yes,Yes, Kookie...please. You could feel the spurts of his release spill inside you as he collapsed on top of you. You held onto each other in silence trying to regain your strength when his phone started going off with notifications. He didn't move to look, but worried, you thought maybe something had happened. "Just check it already Jungkook."

97 Line Group Chat:

Bam Bam: JK? Where did you go?? Lol, hope you're having fun brother.

Mingyu: I can't believe she'd pick you over me, I'm way better looking. Must be your money.

YuGyeom: Your welcome, I had to get her good and drunk before she'd consider going home with you.

Jungkook: You guys can just shut the fuck up

and have some respect for Y/N.

Bam Bam: It's...

Mingyu: About...

YuGyeom: Time...

Jungkook: How long did it take you to plan that clever response? You're all assholes, stop texting me i'm busy, WITH MY GIRLRIEND.

#jungkook #bts jungkook #kookie #jeon jungkook #bts #jjk #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #bts scenarios #nochu #gcf #bts gcf #bts smut #guk #bts nochu #jungkook smut #97 line #97linegroupchat

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postmortem-bookworm · 4 years

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Bright - Bucky Barnes - Part Two

Fandom: Avengers

Type: Series

Word Count: 2,562

Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Shuri, T'Challa

Warning(s): Cussing, Mentions of attempted suicide (but shouldn’t be anything triggering), smut (maybe), mentions of X-Men, Steve is crushing

A/N: This picks up almost right after Black Panther, but before Bucky is awake, there is no Thanos, and everyone is alive.

Life in Wakanda starts off slow, much like her time at the School did, taking a time to get used to it. Finding things to do to fill her time, Shuri comes by twice a week to accompany her to the market, showing her the vendors who will give her the best deals, and even helps her buy some packets of seeds so that she can start a garden of her own, off the side of her hut. In the mornings, she works on her garden and writes letters to her friends, and in the afternoons, she works on painting under the pergola, and baking goods.

Occasionally, in the evenings, she walks to the palace to have dinner with Shuri, T'Challa, Nakia, and the Queen Regent Ramonda. Other times, she makes a simple meal for herself, and sometimes Shuri, and goes on a walk through the woods behind her hut. She swims in the stream every once and awhile, enjoying the natural spring compared to the water from her sink and shower.

Most of her days are leisurely slow, too used to something coming up for a fight, like aliens, HYDRA, killer ex-assassins, fighting her own friends and family, fighting other mutants. But, with keeping up with her meditation exercises, she manages to keep her powers under control, and relax her enough to get to sleep each night without any nightmares of her time as Magneto's prisoner. Things change three or four months later, after a trip to the market with Shuri, the two of them are preparing dinner for the two of them, when Shuri brings it up.

"Sergeant Barnes will be coming out of stasis in a few days." She says as Maeve starts to cut into the chicken on her board. The preplucked and beheaded bird is a heavensent in this sometimes-godforsaken place, because if there is one thing this girl doesn't do, it's behead a chicken. "After he is awakened, we will let him rest in the village for a day or two, so he can get used to being awake again. It is a long walk from here, to the palace, and if there are any medical concerns, we want him to be within walking distance at the very least."

"Understandable." Maeve says as Shuri starts to cut into the potatoes. "Need those squared." She says, pointing it out, before she continues to cut the chicken off the bone. "So, after the first couple days, I'm supposed to help him settle in here? In the other hut?" Shuri smiles to herself, dicing the potatoes.

"Indeed. He will be confused, and lost. His last 70 years have been dictated by people who used him, people who wanted him to kill, and did not care about him as a person, in anyway. He will need a friend." She explains, glancing at Maeve as she pauses, knife hesitating over the chicken. Shuri can't see it, but there is terror in her gaze as haunting memories flicker across her gaze. Suddenly, her flour pot on the shelf before them shatters, causing the two of them to jump, and Shuri looks at her in surprise as she starts to gather up the shards.

"Sorry, sorry." She rambles, her hands are swift in gathering the flour with her telekinesis, her frazzled floundering surprises Shuri.

"Are you alright?" Shuri asks as Maeve drops the flour into a new pot, and tosses the shards away, biting her lips as she nods. "Are you sure?"

"Let's just say... There are things that are better left unsaid and left in the past." Her words don't even sound like her own, muffled by the immense fear sending her heart pounding in her chest, and the memories flashing through her mind. "Um, the Kimoyo beads- I can contact anyone in the world you said?"

"That is correct. Do you need to call someone?" Shuri's inquiry goes half unnoticed as Maeve glances at the silver bracelet.

"Um, yes. You mind if I step out?" She asks, already starting towards the door.

"Not at all. You've already shown me how to make these "hobo" potatoes once before. I will continue while you make your call." Shuri answers, causing Maeve to nod, leaving before Shuri can finish her sentence. The night swallows her almost whole, crickets chirping and cicadas singing as she walks towards the woods for privacy, stopping just within the treeline. The screen comes up on the call, shedding blue light across her and her background of trees, the line starts to ring.

"Hello?" The voice on the other line answers after half way through the second ring.

"Professor?" Her voice is hesitant, nervous like she's a student all over again.

"Maeve, thank goodness you called. I haven't been able to get ahold of you, nor have I noticed your power signature anywhere in Cerebro. Are you alright?" His father voice nearly brings tears to her eyes, and she swallows against the lump in her throat.

"I'm safe, Professor. As safe as I can be right now. Um, I seem to be having some... difficulties adjusting to my new life." She swallows against the lump once more. "The night terrors are fewer, I don't wake three feet above my bed as much, but... I seem to be remembering... well- more than I ever have before. It's not the same as other memories either, it's like I'm frozen in fear because I feel these memories as if they're currently happening. It hurts, and it scares me." He lets out a soft sigh, and she can practically seem him rubbing his temples as he thinks about what to say.

"I miss confess, Maeve. When we found you, after your... time with Magneto. You were very different. Almost dead like. You were mentally and emotionally broken. You wouldn't respond to anyone, not even Logan!" The Professor clears his throat. "He was- We all were worried that you were gone for good. You were physically there, but you were almost as active as a corpse. I had think of something, because by the time we found you, you were practically dead."

"Professor... Please tell me you didn't." She whispers hoarsely, her fingers sliding into her bangs, nails digging into her scalp.

"I didn't remove the memories at all, I merely put... mental stints in between them, then over time I started to remove them. Slowing your journey back into what happened. During those times, your night terrors would worsen. It seems I forgot to take some of them out, and they're all coming free at once." He explains.

"Professor, why didn't you tell me?!" She cries out in anguish, nails blunting against her scalp as panic spikes through her.

"You might have tried to remove them yourself, and that would have damaged you worst than what happened with Jean's ability." He answers resolutely.

"You shouldn't have doubted me! It's not my first time experiencing this- look at what happened to Jean! I was there! You should have told me immediately after what happened to Jean!" She shouts, dropping her free hand from her hair, the Professor's regretful sigh is audible from the other end of the line.

"I apologize. I see the error of my ways, and I did try to contact you after you left, but you left without anyway for us to contact you. You made certain that we knew, you didn't want anything to do with us until you were ready." He points out, cause Maeve to growl out a sigh, raking her fingers through her hair once more, before she pinches the bridge of her nose.

"You are correct, Professor. My apologies. I will keep in contact with you if anything should occur." She pauses.

"Maeve," He says softly. "everyone here misses you." She swallows thickly at that, letting out a sad sigh.

"I know. I miss you all too." She hangs up, walking back to her hut, where flavorful scents are wafting into the great outdoors, causing her to smile. Things would be alright.

After Bucky was awoke from Cryo, and settled into life in the village a bit, she was alerted by Shuri that it was time to meet him, post-battle. The trip to the village is long, cold, and wet, the rain pooring down around her, but it's a difference in the weather, for the first time since she's arrived in the last few months. Walking through the village, she approached Shuri and her Dora Milaje guards, the princess smiles at her in greeting as Bucky ducks out of the hut behind the princess, stalling at the sight of her.

"Hello Sergeant." She greets softly over the pouring rain, he becomes visibly uncomfortable from the title.

"Bucky, please." He says, and she nods.

"Hello Bucky, I'm your new neighbor." She smiles at him, her umbrella covers the two of them as Shuri holds her own. "I've come to accompany you to your new home."

"I appreciate it." He smiles a bit, before he runs a hand through his shaggy locks, and they all start back through the village, towards the outskirts. "You were at the airstrip, right?" He asks as they march through the grass.

"Yes, Steve recruited me." She answers, struggling to keep up beside him, he seems to notice as she starts to slow down, taking the umbrella from her hand. "Oh, thanks." She murmurs as he just nods. "Anyway, I mostly provided air support. My abilities can be a bit iffy, sometimes." He watches her as she bites her bottom lip, before she lifts a hand up, a few drops of rain around the two of them freeze, quivering to fight against her hold on them. She turns her hand to him, holding the drops before him, causing him to gape as they walk, reaching up with his metal hand to touch one. They pop and scatter from her hold, causing her to wince at the cold.

"Sorry." He says, causing her to giggle, and shake her head.

"Nope, it's just cold. Like I said, I have difficulties with my abilities sometimes." She says, shaking the water off her fingers. "It's fun to experiment."

"So, what are your powers?" He asks as she looks up at him. "You... don't have to answer." He says, running her fingers through her hair, she looks down while biting her lip.

"Empathy, telepathic, and telekinesis." She says as she keeps her eyes on the grass.

"Wait, seriously?!" She jumps as she hesitantly looks up at him, and he gapes at her. "How were you flying then?"

"U-Uh, m-my telekinesis makes me able to fly." She answers, before pushing her hair behind her ear- she hardly notices that Shuri and her guards had left to return to the palace.

"You haven't had the best reaction to your powers, have you?" He inquires as she shakes her head, walking through the grass to approach the huts. "I won't judge you, it's not like I have the best track record."

"I'm not going to judge your track record." She says, causing him to smirk a bit as she runs her fingers through her hair again, and gestures to his hut. "Your new life starts, right through that door." She says, causing him to chuckle as he hands her the umbrella, and opens the door.

"Thank you, for the company." He says as she nods, shrugging.

"I was lonely when I first arrived, I don't want you to feel like that." She replies with a teasing smirk, and he waves her off.

"I think I'll be fine." He answers, she shakes her head as she walks over to her hut, ducking inside the door to pull out some stuff for dinner. Midway through cooking dinner, the loud sound of a hammer smacking against wood, captures her attention. She flips the stove knob down to low as she steps out of her hut, the cool breeze is the only reminder that it rained earlier that day, and she pauses at the sight of Bucky. He's hammering a large wooden post into the ground, his hair is pulled up in a half bun, and he's in work jeans, a gray shirt, and a makeshift poncho is draped over his metal arm, almost like to hide it.

"Was it something I said?" She jokes as she leans on his hut behind him.

"What?" Bucky asks, looking over at her, before he chuckles. "No, it's not like that."

"Well, that's good. I wouldn't want my first day as your neighbor to put up fences between us." She says with a playful grin on her lips, and he shakes his head.

"No, I talked to Shuri the other day, and she had set me up with a therapist in Wakanda The therapist told me that the best form of therapy would be taking care of something living. Shuri agreed to set up some goats for me to raise." Bucky explains as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Goats?" She asks, causing him to chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Well, they give milk, which I can make into butter and cheese. Their hair can be used for fabric, for blankets and clothes, and they can be killed for fresh meat." She smirks as his thoughts of 'not that I'd ever kill them' echo at her, causing him to gape at his head snaps up to look at her. "Did you hear that?" He asks.

"Oh," Her smirk falls, and frowns, looking down at her feet. "sorry." She prepares for him to shout at her, tell her off, or anything else of the like.

"No need to be sorry, I think I didn't think you were really able to hear my thoughts." He explains as she sheepishly looks up at him. "It's actually really fascinating." He says, causing her to blink in surprise, before heat scores her cheeks, and she turns her head away.

"I-I-Th-" She stammers, obviously taken by the surprise as she backs away, gesturing wildly over her shoulder. "Dinner. Burnt. Not." She manages to compose those words, before she turns on her heels to sprint back to her hut, throwing her door shut behind her as she attempts to finishes dinner, and busy her mind. After the food is done, she's managed to compose herself enough to walk outside, and wander over to the burly man, who is still hammering posts into place around the side of his house. "I cooked dinner," He turns to look at her in confusion. "you should go freshen up a bit."

"Oh, are you inviting me to eat with you?"

"That was the plan." He smirks as she shuffles in place, feeling nervous as he chuckles.

"I'll be right over." He says, swinging the rubber mallet into place to smack the post into the ground.

"You have five minutes. If you aren't washed up and over to me house by then, I'll do what my mom used to do, and drag you over by the ear." She warns, causing him to shoot her a skeptical look, and she rolls her sleeve as she takes a step towards him. He drops the mallet, dashing inside with a surprised and slightly fearful look on his face, causing her to smile triumphantly as she walks back over to her hut, happily with a little pep in her step.

#bucky barnes x Reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader wakanda #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #Avengers x Reader #avengers series #Series part two

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queenofthefallenangels · 5 years

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Eye Candy

Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary: Dean and reader have been secretly seeing each other, but what happens when Dean reveals it all on Miz tv?

A/N: This is my first fanfic in awhile plus my first WWE and imagine, so please don't be too mean.

Enjoy

“Dean,” she moaned out as he kissed down her neck, nibbling at her sweet spots. His hands were roaming around her curves. He pushed against her, making her sink further into the wall. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt and moved his hands under it. His hands went under her bra, squeezing them gently at first, but than harder. He pinched her nipples twisting them in his hands. She moaned his name again.

“(Y\N)” He said into her ear. “I want you so bad.” He rubbed his core up against hers, so she could feel how hard she made him.

She moaned, “Than what are you waiting for? Take me.” She playfully raised an eyebrow at him.

A grin appeared on his face as he began to rip their clothes off. He spun her around so she was facing the wall. She bent over slightly pushing her ass out. He ran a finger against her slit. “You're already so wet for.” He slipped one finger in moving it in and out. She moaned her head falling back. He slipped another finger in kissing her neck. He curved his fingers to hit her G-spot.

Her legs began to wither under his touch. She was having trouble holding herself up still. He wrapped his other arm around her waist to help her out. She could feel her walls begin to clench around his fingers. “Dean, I am not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”

He slipped a third finger, “That's okay, I might try to break my record on how many times I can make you cum.” He bit her neck sucking on her neck as he moved his fingers in and out as fast as he could. She moaned his name out as she came onto his fingers.

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“I got a very special guest tonight. The international continental champion, De-” Dean's music started before the Miz could finish introducing him. The Miz sighed giving (Y/N) a look. She shrugged at him. She watched the muscular man begin to walk down to the ring. She couldn't help, but get slightly turned on by the sight of him.

As Dean got into the ring, The Miz moved the microphone back to his mouth to speak. “Dean, are you ever going to get how this show works.”

“I find it much more enjoyable not to.” He smirked at The Miz knowing that it irritated him so much when he ruined his show. He took his show very seriously. Dean on the other hand, didn't.

“Well, will you at least sit down so we can get this interview started.” Dean nodded and sat down, but he didn't sit down normally. He slouched in the chair sticking one hand down his pants. The Miz sucked in his cheek at his appearance. He tried his best to ignore it and move on with the interview. “Are you ready for your fight with Lashley this Sunday?”

“Yup,” he said shortly.

“You aren't nervous about him beating you?”

“Nope.”

Dean’s one word answers continued for awhile. The Miz was getting more and more frustrated with it by the second. He put a hand to a face, “Can you please take this interview seriously? My show is not a joke like you like to make it out to be.” Dean mocked him as he spoke. “You are such a sorry excuse for a champion. I don't know why they keep giving you chances after chances when you obviously don't deserve it. You are sitting here with your damn hand down your pants, for God's sake.”

“Maybe they think of your show as much of a joke as I do and they only put it on to humor you.”

“No, no.” He stood up walking over to where (Y/N) stood. She was watching the whole thing go down from the corner of the ring. It was where she was supposed to stand and with how mad The Miz was already at it is. She didn't dare move from her mark for a second. She was what The Miz called eye candy for his show. She had been dating the Miz for over a year. He was the one who helped her get a contract with the WWE without him, she was nothing.

“You're a disgrace to what the WWE stands for.” The Miz continued.

“Oh, am I? Than why do I have a title and you don't?” Dean said standing up to face The Miz. “You haven't even had a match in awhile. I guess the WWE look more at talent than people who dress up in fancy suits and pretty girls on your arm.” He turned to (Y/N), “Hey there,” he winked at her. She bit her lip, trying best to ignore how it made her heart skip a beat. She knew he was just doing this to piss the Miz off more.

“Don't wink at my girl. She doesn't want a man dirty like you. You aren't even in the same league as her.”

Dean didn't know what possessed him to say the next part,but as soon as it left his mouth he regretted it. “Really, because she was singing a different tune last night in my hotel room last night.”

The Miz laughed, “You're lying to yourself if you even think you could get a girl like her when she has me. Girls like her don't want dirty men like you, right babe?”

(Y/N) was trying her best to act like it was all a joke as well and keep her composure. “Right,” she finally got out after a couple breathes. She shot a glare towards Dean's direction.

“You see,Dean, I get women who have with class while you get some trailer trash.” The Miz said putting his arm around (Y/N), pulling her close to him.

Dean clicked his tongue walking over to them. He licked his thumb as he came up next to (Y/N) and whipped against her neck where he knew he had left a mark pushing her hair to the side.

“Hey, get your grimmy hands away from my woman.” The Miz said as he pulled her away. As he did, he saw the hickey on her neck. “What the hell?”

“You see, Miz, sometimes girls with class want guys like me.” He dropped the mic and rolled out of the ring, leaving the Miz in disbelief.

〰️〰️〰️

“What the fuck, (Y/N)?” The Miz hollered once they were backstage.

“Mike, it's not what you think.”

“That's why there is a damn hickey on your neck. You told me you burned your neck on the curling iron.”

“I did!”

“Than how did he know exactly where to find it?” He demanded.

“He must of saw the makeup artists cover it up.”

“No, he wasn't. I was there with you. Thats when I asked you about that, you dirty fucking whore.” He started backing her into the wall, pointing a long finger at her, “You embarrassed me infront of millions out there tonight. You cheated on me with Dean motherfucking Ambrose. How do you expect me to go out there again after that?” She looked down at his question. Their relationship was faker than the extensions in her hair. It was all for show. The Miz was always sleeping around with models and such. She always wished she could break up with him, but if she did, there went her contract with the WWE. Everything she worked so hard for would be gone. It looked like it was already going down the toilet.

He slapped her across the face,pulling her from her thoughts as she felt a sting on her cheek. “Answer me, slut!”

“Hey!” Dean yelled from across the hallway as he began to run towards them. “What the fuck you think you are doing?” He pushed The Miz off of her.

“Stay out of this, Ambrose. This doesn't concern you.”

“Then you shouldn't be doing out in public. Kind of makes it everyone's business then, huh?”

“Whatever, I am done with this garbage anyway. You're fired, (Y/N).” He straightened himself and walked away.

“What does he mean, you're fired?” Dean asked her.

Tears were beginning to well in her eyes, “He means I no longer work here and all the work I did was for nothing.” She put her hands in her face.

“Hey, hey,” Dean said. He pulled her into his arms. He felt bad for her. He couldn't believe he had let his emotions get the best of him in the ring.

“No,” she pushed him off. “You did this. I told you we have to keep this a secret. You go and show the whole damn world the hickey, you left on me. Now, I am fired and lost my dream job just because you had to one up him.”

“(Y/N), I didn't mean to.”

“Well, you did, Dean.” She said pushing past him. “I should probably go before The Miz calls security on my ass.” She walked off.

Dean watched her walk away, “Fuck!” He yelled punching the wall.

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“There has to be something I can do, Hunter.” Dean was in Hunter's office, begging to help get (Y/N) job back. “He can't just replace her just like that.”

“He can and he already has. His new girl starts this week actually.”

“But what about (Y/N)?”

“He fired her so her contract is done with us. She knew this when she signed it.”

“She can't even come back as her wrestler by herself.”

Hunter sighed, “Look, Dean, I know you want to fix things after what happened, but there is simply nothing we can do.”

“There has to be something.” Dean began pacing in front of his desk. Dean couldn't sleep after that night. He had fucked up a lot cause of his pride. (Y/N) wouldn't answer any of his calls or his texts. He knew that what they had was supposed to be meaningless sex, but he had started to catch feelings for her. He didn't want to admit it. Maybe that's why he let his feelings get the best of him with The Miz. He never liked that she was with someone like that. She deserved so much more than being someone's eye candy. She was talented in the ring. She deserved to make a name for herself without The Miz.

Hunter ran over his bald head, “Well there is one way that someone brought up.”

“Do it!” Dean said without even listening to the idea Hunter had in mind.

〰️〰️〰️

“Alright,” The Miz said. “I have a very special guest with me tonight.” He said pointing to the blonde next to him. “My new girl, Maryse. She helped me through a lot of my break-up with (Y/N). I am forever grateful to have her by my-”

All of a sudden Dean's music started to play as he began to walk out. “Hey, Miz, I wanted to congratulate you since it was thanks to me you found each other. But, I also wanted to thank you. After I beat Lashely, I decided there was something missing in my act. A beautiful woman on my arm like you always got. Might make me look better.” The sound of your new music began to play as you came out in ring gear. The Miz mouth dropped. Dean smiled evily. “And we are ready to show you what you lucked out on.”

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— mistakes.

Prompt: Teach me how to play.

Characters: Eun Jiwon / 'you'

Warnings: graphic description of sex, swearing.

Jiwon was sitting in his studio for god knows how long and you were determined to get him out of this place. He is not a person to skip a meal, but he surely able to work nonstop without sleeping or talking to anyone. And he has a schedule tomorrow; would be a pity if someone would miss it. Right? You don't want that.

Working in his team for almost four years taught you a lot about being patient and, in a ways, sly. Because it is impossible to get him to do things that he doesn't want to, but need to, without brazen lies, flattery and threatening.

There is no one in the building because it is three in the morning and you sigh, unlocking the door with your pass. Security must be sleeping anyways. Making your way in the direction of his studio, you try to stay calm and do some kind of rehearsal for what you gonna say when you see him. It must be simple, because he probably is sleepy. Probably.

Opening the door, you only see his back and moving to the bit in headphones head in deem lights of the room. He doesn't like it bright. Trying not to scary him, you put your hand on shoulder extremely lightly, almost softly, making flinch away from you anyways. Scary kitten. He is farpre older than you, but God knows you find him shitless cute.

- Fuck, if you scare me like that one more time, I might die, - Jiwon grabs his head, putting messy hair backway and leans on a chair, looking at you with a reasonable question, - What are doing here?

- You need to be sleeping right now, - you sit yourself in a chair right beside him and look at all of those screens and musical instruments in front of you. You have no idea why would one use so many, but anyways.

- I have a little work to do, - Jiwon leans to the table again and rubs his face, sipping ices coffee right after.

- It doesn't look like it's little, - you look at his side profile, studying it carefully and he's, in fact, handsome. You can't deny it. He is. But maybe you are just sleepy.

- Yeah, it isn't, - Jiwon laughs shortly and you smile at him, nodding your head, - Would you mind to help?

He heard you singing. You were wasted and he was laughing and filming, but you are still not ashamed; that evening have said everything about your music talent and he's very aware of it. So what's gotten into him?

- Yeah, but.. uhm, - you nervously loon around, biting on your lip and look at him again only to notice how serious yet soft he is, - I can't.

- Why? What if I ask you to get me coffee? - soft. Yeah. My ass. You pout almost angrily and mock his expression, muttering something about heading home, - I'm kidding. Just listen.

He then looks at the screen, trying to turn on a sample and you look at the synthesizer. Next words are falling from your lips without a single notice from you and it's panic. It's a shocking panic.

- Teach me how to play? - you try not to look at him, because you said something you didn't want to say and it's suddenly hot in here. Never in your life have you thought about blushing because of him.

It's just a little pause before he humps something, looking at you and you look at your own hands without maintaining an eye contact. Because no. Not now.

- Yeah. Sure, - you weren't expecting him to answer positively and you finally look at him with surprised expression, - What? You are not too bad for something simple.

And the next thing he does make you lost every fucking nerve you have; because he puts his hands on top of yours that lay on keys, firmly pressing them into black and white plastic. You didn't want to think about how it is good to feel his hands on yours; or how veins are popping out of his tanned skin. And how it is breathtakingly good to feel his hot, smooth skin on yours.

You bite your lip when he presses one of his fingers, making the electronic piano release quite sound. Then the second one. And three more. You wish you understand the rhythm. Because now Jiwon tells you to repeat it and the only thing you thought about is his presence so close.

Nevertheless you try to press the first key and the instrument makes an ugly sound, making Jiwon laugh and you sigh. You are not sad, not surprised. There are whole different emotions that flow in you.

- You need to be a lot slower, - he does it again; pressing your finger with hs into the key and you shut your eyes, trying to forget at least about how his hands are look like on yours, - And gentle. Like this.

You could have misunderstood his first sentence, being said in low whisper around your ear, but now he made ab effort to hump it into your skin, making a herb of goosebumps run down your spine.

Holy fuck, what's wrong with him? You absolutely love it.

You haven't ever seen him as a man; he is your boss. But you just can't deny how fucking fine he is; everything about him. If only any of men you have been with were even a slightest like him, oh God. Jiwon always stood above; maybe you haven't seen him because he was too much for you to handle.

- I'm not into gentle, - you whisper it as well, trying not to lost a moment and you are not here to hide of blush. You two are absolutely grown up adults; who don't fucking even want to care about friendship and career.

- Me too, - and that's when you feel his lips on your cheekbones, kissing it as gently as possible. You catch your breath in your lungs, when he bumps his forehead into your temple, leaving light kisses everywhere he can.

You try to preach a million thousands 'no' in your head, squeezing your eyes shot and breathing heavily but he's still here and his fucking hands are still on top of yours.

It's not gonna be simple now anyway, right?

Turning to his side slowly, you finally meet his eyes and his gaze traps instantly. He looks at you with half closed dark brown eyes and everything stops for a second. Just a mere second before he crashes his lips on yours with harsh kiss; biting, sucking on each other's lips; you couldn't even imagine he would be so skilled. Jiwon got you moaning into the kiss without even deepening it.

You cling onto him, trying to be closer, tugging on his hair and t-shirt, feeling his arms having it's everywhere on your body. He feels amazing. Having his arms underneath your shirt is better you have ever expected. He parts a little, gasping for air and dragging you to his laps which you probably too happily obligate.

You grind on him the moment your hips land on his and he hisses as you make your movements slower, making sure to push on his buldge everytime. The look he gives you alone is enough to send you on fire; you saw his gaze many times, but now it's like a whole different person. You moan again, unconsciously; simply because of the thoughts he gives you.

Jiwon grabs on your waist, dropping his head backwards and it gives you one of the sexiest sights you have ever saw. His long hair are sticking to the temples, lips parting with hectic breath, hands resting on your waist and that fucking plain black t-shirt suits him perfectly. Would be better without it though.

You lean forward, resting your hands on his chest and lick his earlobe, feeling how his grip tighten with every touch of the tip of your tongue. He is really sensitive. His skin feels like smooth silk under your lips when you go down slowly; every wildly pulsating vein that you meet makes you forget about everything. Even that you are grinding on a boner of your direct boss.

He's not complaining.

He's trying to strip you.

You feel his fingers under your top, tickling feeling that makes your toes curl and lean into him more. He fumbles on your spine a little longer, finally finding your underwear clasp and than just take it off completely, tossing it somewhere. You feel his thumbs touching your nipples, firmly cupping your breasts with palms and he gives you another short yet not less breathtaking kiss before leaving a hickey and making you squirm, tugging on his hair.

Jiwon is possessive. It was always obvious.

You moan, biting on your lip to prevent yourself from screaming while he sucks on your nipple, kissing it and then he fucking blew on sensitive skin, making you joint from him; only to prevent it with tight grip on your waist.

Jiwon takes you even tighter, kissing you and without any loss of contact you sit on his desk, from which he made a mess a second before to actually sit you on it.

- You're gorgeous, - you hear his whisper to your ear after he was boldly checking you out a moment before.

You didn't think you were still able to blush, but you managed.

Jiwon takes off his shirt and you feel like a teenager all over again; that feeling of strange excitement pouring into you and you feel dizzy, looking at how he pulls a zipper on your pants down, while looking you directly in the eyes. He seduces you steadily. You grip on his shoulders, helping him with taking your clothes off and he grins again, tossing your shorts to your shirt. He hugs you, trying to help you move closer and you moan again at the bare skin contact; he's so hot. Hot and smooth; Jiwon feels fucking amazing and you twitch impatiently, leaving a wet trace on the bulge on his black jeans.

Jiwon shakes his head, stops his contest on who would leave more hickeys - he or he. He's very determined to win.

- Please, - you ars not ashamed to beg him. You would do quite literally everything for him, actually. Begging for him to fuck you is.. a simple task. Jiwon pecks your lips, smiling with all that messy hair, swollen lips and your lipstick on his neck while undoing his belt. Has he participated in courses where they teach how to remove the belt and make a woman cum just by looking at it? Because he almost succeed.

You squirm again, meowling something barely audible while tugging him closer and who would have known French kisses with Eun Jiwon can make you lose your mind completely? It has never felt so good.

He's the best you have ever kissed.

Jiwon leans backwards, breaking the kiss and looking all that glorious and you are.. doomed. You are gone for.

Not the one, my ass.

When he puts a pressure on your clit, circling it steadily, you are ready to scream, but you know that even in the night, there might be people. But fuck is it hard to think straight with his hand between your legs.

You bite on his shoulder and he pushes two fingers inside. Your head is spinning and you moan, muffling it into his skin. Jiwon continues, building you up steadily and it doesn't take a lot of time for you to get on edge; and not a lot from him to stop right away, leaving you hanging with the feeling like even your heart has stopped.

- Fuck you, - it's everything you manage to exhale before letting out another muffled half moan when he thrust himself into you.

Jiwon is painfully slow, you can feel every inch of his length stretching you from the inside and you moan all the way. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, growling and gripping your hips to the point it hurts. He starts to move after a few moments; slowly for firsts, making his way with trembling lips to your neck. Then faster, harsher; your body feels like stretched string and he builds up this mercilessly, steadily, only getting faster and harder. You moan out loud, because who fucking cares now. It's just you and him; his hands, his breath on your skin and sounds of erratic breath and slapping skin. God.

He gets you another sloppy kiss, telling to look ay him but you can't even catch your breath but he's so demanding and you are lost again.

You throw your heas backwards, moaning loudly at this point and feel his lips leaving hickeys everywhere around your throat and you just can't. You cling onto his shoulders, pushing yourself forward again and it's so overwhelming. He's stretching you just enough to make your heas spin like you are drunk; Jiwon hits that particular spot with his tip endlessly, almost mercilessly and you leave small stretches on his back without even thinking about it. He's so good. You couldn't even imagine he can make you feel like this.

Because the next thing you feel is he getting faster with his finger circling on your clit steadily; Jiwon growls to your ear, muttering under his breath something about how tight and good it feels when you squeeze him like that and it's so much. You finish loudly, clinging on his body for dear life and the feeling of his body being firmly pressed to yours while he continuously thrusts his hips into you makes you so light headed, like you have just been drinking.

He made you see those goddamn cliche blurry stars under your eyelids as you came.

And even when his thrusts become erratic, he manages to hold you tight, holding you up a little foe better access and you can't think of nothing else when he cums, moaning half loudly and crashing you into his chest.

And you just can't think about the fact that he came inside; it's so profane. You feel his cum slipping down your tights as he slips out, still breathing to your neck and that husky 'fuck' make you bury your face even deeper into the crook of his neck.

It was one night stand. It's as simple as that.

You happily let him use you as he wants it and now it's kinda hard to think about it. Especially knowing that you were careless enough to let it go without a condom.

Children are not being made with a first try. Hopefully.

Yet it all goes away with his soft kiss that you feel on your cheek and light touches of his fingertips on both of your sides. He is so gentle now. It barely breaks your heart; and when he makes you look at him, you are dying as he smiles ever so calmly, pecking your lips shortly and moving your hair away from your face.

- Don't make that face as if I am trying to run away, - Jiwon's smile is so fucking reassuring you are so determined to believe him, - The only place I want to run to is bed and you are absolutely going with me.

All those mistakes you made today are absolutely worth this moment when he hugs you closer, kissing your shoulder softly. Every one of them.

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