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slutt4ellie · 7 months ago

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Outlawed Romance

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Breaking the rules seemed all too easy with her..

Summary -> It’s 1868 and you’ve ran in with one of your childhood best friends, while rekindling your friendship it starts to become clear that’s not all the two of you are.

Warnings -> ONE SHOT. / Sheriff!Ellie / Forbidden love troupe bc it’s sooo good 😞 / Reader has a husband / Western lingooo / Alcohol usage / Blood / Description of injuries / Kissing / Cheating / Both Reader and Ellie haven’t done anything with girls (trying to be realistic!! not tryna baby them or smth.) / Homophobia / Mentions of death / Angst / Fingering (E and R!receiving) / Mentions of forcing (swear it’s nothing serious!) / (Lmk if I missed anything else!)

WC: 10k

(Semi proofread!!)

Thinking back to before. Everything seemed so normal.

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1868

The sun was crashing on your forehead as you sat outside the general store waiting for those doors to finally open, hearing horses hoofs hitting the hot dried dirt was starting to get repetitive and in all honesty, annoying.

The day was already to long, you were out early in the morning, set to buy some items for your house which was lacking some fresh new food.

Your eyes quickly caught sights of a green pair, immediately understanding those could only belong to one woman’s.

Ellie’s eyes.

“How ya doin’?” She chimes sat promptly on her horse. One hand holding tightly onto the saddles horn, subconsciously making sure her grip is enough to hold her.

“I’m okay- just waiting out here for Mr. Rivington to open the doors” You smile back at her, referring to the store owner. Oliver Rivington.

Yours and Ellie’s friendship was nothing from new.

You both grew up in the same area, both of your fathers being screwed at the hip allowing yours and Ellie’s friendship to sprout.

It wasn’t till your father got sick where Ellie’s dad pulled back a little, you’d like to think it was nothing out of resentment. Some people grow apart that’s all.

And unfortunately that’s what also happened with you and Ellie. Because even though you’re both on good terms and every time the both of you see each other it rarely goes without interacting, you truly weren’t as close as before.

And you don’t spite her for that. Because if anything you pulled back a bit more as you both grew up.

It really just happened since you were no longer forced in close proximity with her. You and Ellie weren’t similar.

“Ah- I see then.” She nods before picking back up her words. “Surely waiting out here can’t be to fun? Would you care to join me for a drink in the saloon” She ask, despite the length you are apart you notice how her teeth tugs in her bottom lip, something she does when she’s nervous.

“As much fun as that seems, quite busy today? James has me out running errands.” You sigh out, dragging you hand to swipe across your sweaty forehead.

James was your husband, it wasn’t your choice but he wasn’t the worst man. At least compared to the others you’ve seen that is. Either way, say you had a choice being with him would not be on your list.

You can tell he’s also not to fond of the marriage, you assume he sees you as a weight. Shackles which are tied to his ankle. He used to get around, at least that’s what people around town talk about. Either way you disregard it.

Not like you can pull back, leaving him and moving far away wasn’t in the playbook.

She only nods in response, getting out a few words in the process. “Drink can’t hurt?” She smiles.

You probably shouldn’t, you have a long day and the last thing you need is James yelling at you because you “Took to long” which would be nothing from new.

He wasn’t always the happiest person in the world to say the least.

But as Ellie looks at you, you start to cave. One drink truly can’t hurt. Catching up with your childhood best friend, it sounded enticing.

“You tryin’ to get me is trouble Miss Williams?” You smile and stand up. Tilting your head as if you’re questioning her. Knowing your decision has already been made.

“Never Ma’am? Just simply puttin’ out a suggestion.” She smiles right back at you, tilting her head in the direction the saloon, only being a tiny walk over.

“Then i’m sold I suppose.” You smile. Feet moving on their own to start to walk in the direction.

Getting there took less then a minute, the longer process being as Ellie hops off her horse to tie it outside, making eye contact with you once again.

Ellie pushes past the doors finding a spot pushed up against the bar. You follow after her sitting down watching as she gets you both a drink.

“So…” She pushes your drink in your direction before bringing her own to her lips, dosing a quick swig “Tell me about yourself, seeing as we haven’t had a proper conversation in awhile.” She ask.

You can only shrug in response. “I wanna say nothin’ you don’t already know. I’m sure not as interesting as you law stories.” You chuckle bringing your drink to your lips.

“Please-“ She shakes her head, waving her hand dismissively. “Im sure your stories are just as interesting.”

You smile and shrug “Made lemonade this morning?” You chuckle. “Living up to your expectations?” You ask joking around with her.

“I’m intrigued!” Ellie jokes hand cuffing her drink once again as she brings it up to her lips, green eyes not leaving yours in the process.

“What about you miss sheriff?” You ask your smile not fading.

“I might just quit if that stays my nickname.” Ellie chuckles looking at you. “And just like you, nothin’ you don’t hear about.”

“Husband?” You ask.

“No.” She quickly responds, having her eyes trail down, you see Ellie build up a guard, it happens quickly but definitely isn’t ignored from you.

Yet before you could mention it she’s already talking.

“James, how’s he?” She questions.

Ellie is aware of your marriage, not like you’d have to hide it, or really like you could hide it? If you’re honest she had to be one of the first to hear about it. You were still young when you were married and yours and Ellie’s friendship hadn’t hit the point where you rarely talked.

Ellie was actually one of the first to know. And when you told her she wasn’t secretive about the dislike to him. Saying that he’s a pig. Telling you about the different stories she’s heard from girls around town.

She tried to convince you to deny it, tell your dad to find some different guy that would be sure to waltz in. Knowing you got a lot of attention from then men around town.

But even if you wanted to, your dad wanted a man to be able to care for you when he’d reach those doors, the ones which were death.

And unfortunately, after falling ill, he was just about there.

So the decision wasn’t changing. Not when James and his family had money which would guarantee that your life would be set.

Especially when his health was drastically getting worse.

“He’s okay, tomorrow he’s headed off for the mountains.” You nod.

Ellie looks at you and nods. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?” She questions taking the last sips of her drinks, waiting for your response in the process.

“To sleep outside apparently- that’s what i’ve got from him.” You say. Trying to ignore the clear dissatisfaction in the fact he doesn’t share much with you.

“Families well off. No?” She questions, eyes continuing to look at you. Ellie assumed there hunting for money, having big animals like bear and moose being up around those parts.

“Think it’s some manly bonding thing with his father. Not for the money.” You joke looking at her.

“Oh, as always.” Ellie smiles right back you.

Soon your eyes trail to the bottom of the glass, seeing that it’s now empty causes you to frown. The conversation was nice but you were behind due to this little side quest with Ellie. And you had to be soon returning back home to make some food for James.

So you bid Ellie a smile and sigh out. “Well I should be goin’…early mornin’ and I feel i’ll be having a late night.” You nod towards Ellie, thankful for the drink she ending up buying for you.

“Shame- we should do it again, maybe can swing by your place tomorrow?..” She looks at you. It’s random to say the least.

You and Ellie have gone a few years with just little back and forths, and not that they were bad, detouring you from meeting up with her. It’s just you and Ellie are now grown, no longer living in your kid fantasy. So her wanting to meet up was random.

“It’s a hassle, the house is off trail. The last thing i’d want you to be doing is riding at night.” You say. Hoping maybe Ellie will get the little memo.

“It’s fine. Swear by it.” Ellie doesn’t get it.

So you comply.

“Okay- maybe after the sun falls below the horizon, James will be gone by-“ You start, not before Ellie’s voice laps yours.

“After sun goes down- okay!” She smiles.

You weren’t sure if she was going to show, the sun was far below the horizon at this point.

James had left early in the morning, not waiting for you to get up to give you a proper goodbye. But then again.

Waking up without his dent in the mattress wasn’t horrible.

So now you feel like you’re a sitting duck. Waiting to see if the auburn hair girl really does show. Which was starting to seem like it wasn’t going to happen.

It had to be an hour past sun down, and now as you wait you’re starting to feel extremely fucking stupid. Your legs moved themselves standing up to get out of the chair you’ve unfortunately got comfortable in.

The chair had your tiredness slowly start to creep on the sidelines, your eyes growing heavy. So you feel like biting the bullet will be a bit easier. You’re a few seconds from sliding down your dress when you hear a pair of knocks.

You knew it was Ellie, there’s never people who go off trail to meet your little home. So you just sigh out. “Ellie best you get goin’, I’m headin’ to sleep any minute now” You close your eyes while still standing, hoping you hear the sound of her horse galloping away, a sign she’s gone.

But no.

“Can I come in?” She sighs. “Please?..” It’s followed by a long silence, Ellie on the grasp of giving up, but then she hears your door open and both of your eyes meeting.

You weren’t excepting the sight of Ellie. I mean you didn’t have something in mind, but to see her face having dried blood and her eye a dark purple.

That wasn’t even in the picture?

“The fuck- what happened?” You say helping her inside your home.

“Law stories” She smiles, calling back to the conversation inside the saloon. Yet you weren’t laughing because you were actually fucking worried.

You find yourself grabbing a rag and going to get water out of the bucket planted inside the kitchen. “Don’t joke.” You look at her rubbing the rag down Ellie’s face.

“Yes Ma’am” Ellie jokes closing her eyes as the cloth drags along her face. “Just a couple of men came down to Mr. Rivingtons store, waving there guns like a couple of fools.” She sighs out.

“And you did what, run head first into them?” You joke rubbing the cloth lightly against her bruised eye.

“No-“ Ellie chuckles opening her eyes. “But they were dealt with, so nothin’ to worry about” Ellie shakes her head.

After a long silence, you mainly trying to figure out what “Dealt with” meant Ellie finally speaks once again.

“My face clean?” She looks at you.

Ellie’s face had to be clean a solid minute ago, it just happened to…blank on you.!

You quickly nod backing up and going into the kitchen. The fresh water now turning dirty due to Ellie’s beaten up arrival.

Dreading for the morning where you’ll have to run over to the well to collect fresh water.

Ellie talks from the living room. “You’ve never invited me to your place y’know?” Ellie says, the tone has something hidden, maybe a tinge of sadness. You’re not fully able to read it..

“You never asked?” You reply sheepishly from the kitchen cleaning off your hands, making sure there’s now no more grime.

“Once you got that husband of yours- we never hanged out much. You know if i’m being honest.” Ellie says clearing her throat.

And now the tone is easily recognizable as jealously, yet you couldn’t pin why she was feeling jealously.

Maybe it was the fact she didn’t have a husband yet.

But Ellie was pretty, so understanding why she didn’t. You never understood it, she was capable, she just fucking didn’t.

“No one ever stopped you from coming down here Ellie.” You say turning your head to look at her from the kitchen. “You’re always welcomed, you know that.” You say.

“Fair.” Ellie says and looks at you from the kitchen.

There’s so much undoubtable tension now. She doesn’t seem like the Ellie you remember, which wasn’t shocking. You’re both old now. But the way she’s talking about you and your husband almost seems condescending.

Ellie senses she should’ve thought about her word choice a bit more. Making the quick decision to nervously stand up and starts making her way towards you. “Sorry-“ She starts.

You just shake you head and smile. “Don’t apologize- sure you meant no harm from it.” You clear your throat spitting out your next sentence to clear the awkwardness. “Do you want a drink or-“ You ask your eyes shifting to your hands.

Ellie smiles and nods. “Please- thank you” She says, eyes watching as you pour her a glass of what seems like whiskey.

You hand her the drink watching as Ellie takes it, she takes a quick swig. “You alright there?” Ellie questions looking at you.

“Oh yeah” You shake you head before looking down. You move your body once more, grabbing a glass pouring yourself a drink.

“Sorry my patchin’ up skills aren’t the best” You chuckle easing the previous awkwardness, then turning your head to get a good look at Ellie’s cuts.

“Better then what I would’ve done.” Ellie smiles and shakes her head, emphasizing your job was more then okay. “I would’ve just let them sit.” Ellie smiles.

“What- Ellie you can’t just let cuts sit? You could get sick.” And it was true. There’s been many infections from open wounds. Despite them being small. And the worry Ellie might have that fate did worry you.

She nods. “I’ll just swing by over here every time I need assistance” She chuckles looking at you.

“Doctors are sure to be better then me.” You chuckle.

Ellie shrugs and just looks at you. “Your company will make up for it.” Ellie sighs out. Eyes still Inattentively watching you.

You smile and look at her. “What are you thinkin’ about?” You question, her eyes nervously peeling to the wall behind you.

“Nothin’, honest!” But Ellie definitely wasn’t being honest with you, not even one fucking bit.

Ellie couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t fond of you, since she was a kid you caught her attention. It was pathetic in all honesty, it should’ve ended when you got married. But it just didn’t..

It was making it impossible for her to get out of this loop.

Ellie knew it was gross and messed up. She should have had eyes for the multiple men rested in Redwater. (The town you and her grew up in)

But none of them hit the boxes you did.

it’s like she couldn’t help falling in love.

If Ellie could call it that, if anything she may have been a slight bit infatuated, knowing those feelings were not reciprocated, and never will be..

But it didn’t matter when you two would talk.

Because in love, or infatuated. Talking to you was worth it.

When you two slowly fell apart Ellie found herself a little lost. Not sure if trying to save the friendship would work, or maybe it would just have her come off too strong or pushy. So she didn’t try.

She watched, of more so heard you got married. Refusing to show up to the wedding. Telling everyone else she caught a bug. Because she couldn’t be honest that she felt physically repulsed by the idea of you with James.

And selfishly she did wish it was her. Knowing that she would 100% treat you better than that asshole.

James was scrum of the earth. She knew that.

He would talk about you as if you were a prop for his life.

She would hear him constantly in the saloon late at night, as she was drowning her feelings, an unhealthy but easy coping strategy. He would talk about stuff she wouldn’t repeat. Often painting you as some disgusting figure, Ellie knew it was all a lie.

He was disgusting, he knew no one would say shit to you, and he was right.

Because even Ellie said nothing, And it’s not like she could. Say she did it’s not like you could leave him. That wasn’t in the playing cards for woman.

“I should be goin’ bit dark out?” Ellie sighs out looking at you hesitantly. Hoping that you can’t read eyes.

You shrug. “You’re welcome to stay over?” You offer. “Better then riding back into town?”

Ellie immediately smiles and nods. “Yes!” She then clears her throat, realizing that ‘yes’ seemed a little desperate. She quickly rearranges her words.. “I mean as long as i’m not intruding’ your space” She says.

You then chuckle in result of Ellie’s fast and eager yes, it reminded you of when you were little girls. Your father always said how energetic she was. Never bein’ able to sit her down.

“Wouldn’t have offered if I believed you were intrudin’?” You say while looking at her bringing your glass back up to your lips.

“Don’t want to be sendin’ a bruised up girl home anyway..!” You chuckle watching as a laugh falls between Ellie’s lips.

And the environment ending up changing once your eyes met Ellie’s lips. Because suddenly it felt like a lot of tension sprouted which was overall weird.

And you can’t even understand why was tension being created with you and Ellie. All you were doing is watching her laugh, no weird intent was behind the closed doors. Yet you’re not sure if Ellie got that message because you watched as her eyes were dancing between your lips and eyes.

Maybe it was innocently, but it was weird.

So you quickly turn your head a bit sideways to the living room. “Would you like to sit?” You ask looking at Ellie.

Ellie was quick to snap out of that “sappy” moment. If you could call it that, it was hardly a moment. Either way it had her attention fully dwell on it, she couldn’t help but wonder if that was her open. A chance to kiss you, and maybe she just missed it?

Maybe you wanted her to kiss you..?

And Ellie wasn’t thinking.

Like always.

But she didn’t want that to be the last chance she ever gets, so with that she leans forward pressing her lips to yours.

And when that happens your mind didn’t skip the chance to go shell shock? Because why the fuck was Ellie Williams, the girl you’ve known almost your whole life, someone who can easily still be considered your best friend kissing you!

What was even happening??

You quickly pull your face back, watching as her eyes shoot open, colour draining from her face, having her turn pale and sick looking.

She knows she made a fucking mistake. What if you told the law about what she’s done, she’d be lucky to live after that moment. So she quickly stutters out a sentence.

“F-fuck i’m so-so sorry?” Ellie says running her hands through her hair and stepping further away from you, she doesn’t even know why she did it- you have a husband, Ellie fuking knew that??

She didn’t understand why she couldn’t just get that through her thick skul-

Her thoughts blanked.

And she didn’t even process why.

Her mind just stopped.

Obviously not processing the lips which are now planted right back on hers.

Ellie’s lips were far softer then James, while his were chapped, hers were soft. She was gentle moving her hands along you face with care. While on the other hand he was a bit more rough.

She was also warm, something you picked up fast as her a hands rested on your cheeks reciprocating the kiss.

Ellie’s lips leave yours, kissing your cheek and down to your jaw and neck, her tongue poking out in the process.

“We shouldn’t be doing this..” You say hands in her hair. Ellie only replies with a quick. “Do you want me to stop sweetheart.” And she does mean it when she says it.

All she needs is a simple yes and she’ll pull back in an instant, but a part of her wishes you’ll response with be a solid “No”.

And that it was, because as she said it you were quick to shake you head giving her a short “No-no keep going.”

Ellie nods and continues to kiss your neck, hands on your waist as you both move to your bedroom.

Once you get to your bed you’re laid down, Ellie lips once again finding yours as she stays on top. Her hands trail down your dress, her fingertips just reaching the bottom hem of it before you speak up.

“Can we..just kiss please.” You ask looking up at her.

“Course darlin’..” Ellie says as she nods fast and leans in moving her hand up to cuff your cheek, as she once again as she kisses you. She was honestly a bit relieved you stopped her. Ellie didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, and she really didn’t want to disappoint you in any way. So your interpretation saved her in a way.

You lean your head a bit more up breaking the kiss to connect with Ellie’s neck, you heard her breath in your ear. It was a bit irregular and fast leading you to understand that she’s definitely just as nervous as you. It gave you closure knowing you weren’t the only one freaking the fuck out.

Your lips continued to trail all over her neck, hearing short noises of approval. Your hand went to the back of her neck to rub it slowly and softly, trying to ease her nerves as you work on your own.

Ellie pulls her head up a bit so your lips disconnect with her neck, she’s eager to feel your lips back on hers. So once she makes that gap she moves down to kiss you once again.

“You’re so pretty..” She sighs into your mouth once your lips meet once again, she’s quick to intertwine your hands with yours. “It drives me crazy” She says softly.

You and Ellie stopped kissing after what felt like forever, it was getting late and both of you were in need for a good rest.

Her hands wrapped around your laying down figure, head finding it’s way in the crook of you neck. That being one of the final things you remember before you drifted into a deep sleep.

You couldn’t remember if you’ve ever felt warmth in your bed like you had with Ellie.

You had James for awhile now, but every time you woke up with him it was never warm. He would never stick by your side even in sleep, not that it bothered you. Say he did you probably wouldn’t have liked it.

So it was so weird how with Ellie you didn’t question or interject it.

You let everything happen on your own accord.

She was still well rested arm draped over your stomach as her lips found a spot on your neck.

It was weird, being so intimate with Ellie. A girl.

You knew it was wrong, but it was Ellie. She wasn’t just somebody you could throw to the side and act like it never happened. That just wasn’t realistic.

But you didn’t know what to do, because this most likely couldn’t continue. It made you feel as if you were gross. Sneaking around with a girl, knowing how that’s perceived and looked at.

You’ve heard how some have died from that, even deemed witchery from some. And really, you weren’t sure you were ready to be on that list..?

Ellie’s eyes slowly opened watching as yours were planted on the ceiling, she saw the look in your eyes, she could tell you were thinking. It almost made her nervous. Wondering if you were thinking of no longer being friends or something. Ellie couldn’t take that.

“Hey.” Ellie says, your eyes turn to the sound of her voice, far more raspy in the morning.

“Hi.” You look back at her.

It’s never this awkward with Ellie, most of the times you can’t get her to stop talking. But not today apparently, because she was silent. Not really sure what to say?

Ellie sits up on your bed, looking around your bedroom. She sees the many shrines which represent your husband. Little stuff filled with the hobbies he probably enjoyed. The only thing she could distinct for you was your clothing.

She hated it.

Neither of you wanted to mention how Ellie ended up in your bed, or even what transpired last night. Fearing that if you say it out loud it might just become all that more real.

You sit up too, turning your head to look at Ellie.

Finally she speaks. “Sleep okay?” She ask moving her hand up to bite her fingernails a nervous tick she’s had since she was a kid.

“Mhm.” You nod slowly. Not wanting to admit it maybe just be the best sleep you’ve had in years. You didn’t want to be that theatrical.

“Good.” Ellie nods and looks at you.

Ellie then looks around, she knows she can’t stay here any longer..not when the items of your husband feel like it’s staring her down.

Judging her..

“I should really head out.-“ Ellie says looking at you.

You only nod. Her leaving might be the best thing right now, you can’t take this awkwardness which is so fucking foreign for the both of you.

“Yeah- yeah that’s a good idea.” You say looking at Ellie as her figure stands up straightening out her wrinkled clothing.

“I’ll be seeing’ ya then.” Ellie says clearing her throat leaving your bedroom, the sound of the front door closing following no to long after.

And you want to punch yourself for being so naive?

You foolishly believed that things would quickly go back to normal. You and Ellie would have your small greetings, like every time but you quickly realized that wasn’t happening.

Ellie was avoiding you, that was no secret. It’s been a week since that moment that you two shared in your house and you haven’t even seen her. You heard around she left Redwater a few days ago.

Lawman said she’s chasing a couple folks for a bounty, but she’s “sure to be back any day now.” But that had to be at least 2 days ago, and again no sign of the green eyed girl you’re starting to long for.

James also still gone, somewhere in the mountains with his father. You hated how you missed Ellie more then the man you should love. It was messed up.

You were starting to get worried, what if Ellie had reported you, the lawmen showing up to your place to arrest you, throw you in jail for the rest of your life. Or worse, being punished by death.

It had you living in an endless loop of anxiety, you felt like people were looking at you, like they knew what went down in your house that night. Weather or not it was impossible for them to know.

“You’re lookin’ pale” A soft voice comes from beside you. You’ve been sitting at the saloon all morning, drowning your worries in booze. And really, it was working.

The voice could only belong to Dina.

You eyes met her soft brown doe eyes and you give her a lazy smile. She didn’t know what happened, and as nice as she is you’d never tell her. It puts you and Ellie both at risk.

“Why don’t we get you some water?” Dina questions.

“N-no it’s okay, to far?” You look back at her, you watch as her eyes trail your face, silently trying to understand what’s going on with you.

“You missin’ James” She questions not waiting for a response before she continues. “Jesse and his father do this all the time, always doing their bonding stuff- but don’t worry about it, he’s probably thinkin’ about you.” She smiles and sits beside you on the stool resting her hand on your shoulder.

You couldn’t reply, worrying that you saying you miss James would easily be recognized as a lie, which it was.

“Have you seen Ellie?” You question looking at Dina, ignoring the whole conversation you both had. Or more one she had with herself.

Dina then shrugs “Heard she got back earlier last night.” She says.

“Do you know where she is.” You stand up a bit to fast for someone who’s been rested in the bar all day.

“She’s been sat at the train station all day” Dina nods and looks at you.

And now with your new found information you’re moving your feet straight to the train station, you’re fully ready to give Ellie a piece of your mind. Insult her for ignoring you, acting like just a week prior she wasn’t kissing you, telling you how pretty you were.

You felt like you hated her, but as soon as you saw her back rested on the train station walls, your words were forgotten. And you suddenly didn’t have the urge to insult her.

You decide to continue walking over hitting her shoulder a bit harder then you should have. Wanting Ellie to turn and see you. Reminding her of the girl she’s was sucking face with.

“What the fu-“ Ellie stops her words when she sees you, she seems like a child who’s been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing.

“Hi” Ellie looks at you.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” You ask arms resting in a crossed position.

“I haven’t.” Ellie shakes her head and looks down, hat now covering her eyes.

You lift her hat up taking it in your left hand. “You have- now don’t lie, you haven’t said anything since we kis-“

Your words are interrupted by Ellie shushing you, causing in your opinion more heads to turn. “Are you drunk?” She questions raising her eyes.

“No!” You shake your head fast.

Ellie’s lips turn into a smirk and she looks at you. “You definitely are.” She says eyes slowly shifting to your lips.

It’s times like this were she wishes loving you wasn’t a crime.

Either way she saw herself committing this crime in every lifetime, it would all be worth it if it meant feeling your lips against hers.

You were worth it.

“If you’re mad, I’d prefer you tell me?” You say slurring over a few words, either way knowing she’ll get the point.

“I’m not mad?” Ellie says looking at you before clearing her throat. “I thought maybe you would’ve told people so I left for a few days.” Ellie says.

Ellie truthfully has been having the exact same amounts of anxiety as you, ever since she left your house her mind had been in spirals.

She knew deep down you wouldn’t say anything but the risk was still there, so she cleared from town for a few days. Making sure 100% no one knew anything.

Because she kissed you first, and if you told people that she knew the consequences which would occur. And that scared her.

So she ran, using the excuse that she had leads of some bounty target..

“Okay..” You look at her and nod, your eyes now looking at her lips.

You hated yourself for even looking at Ellie in a romantic sense, it was gross.

Ellie watches your eyes go to her lips, understanding that since your drunk your self control might be a bit worse than normal.

“Not here.” Ellie says slowly watching as you eyes shift up, slowly giving her a nod.

“Sorry” You say, Ellie only replying with a nod and a small. “S’okay.”

“After sundown- would you like to-“ Your sentence can’t finish, Ellie’s quickly nodding her head like an idiot, bidding a quick and short “Yes!”

“Okay-“ You smile moving your hand back up near her face, for a second she believes maybe you’re cuffing her cheek. But that was a short lived fantasy because all you were truly doing is putting her hat right back on.

You look around quickly, making sure no one was near or around. You think fast and you press a short kiss to Ellie’s lips. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Ellie’s blushing like crazy, and she just nods. How does she react? You literally just kissed her AGAIN.

- -

Ellie was at your house as soon as she saw the sun go down. Not wasting any time to be late.

Her hand practically controlled itself when she knocked on your door. She was eager to see you again.

Ellie wasn’t sure what tonight was going to bring, but she knew whatever it was, it was finally going to ease the longing tension she’s had since she had met you. Finally breaking down those walls which scared the both of you.

You opened the door and Ellie immediately smiled. “H-hi.” Ellie smiles

You smile right back at her and open the door a bit more wide allowing Ellie to enter.

Ellie walks in before taking off her boots and looking at you. “You look nice” She looks you up and down taking in your appearance.

“You too..” You smile looking at Ellie taking notice at how her cheeks turn a light pink.

Ellie’s always been nervous around you, it’s just heavily intensified since you kissed. Now she feels like she’s walking on eggshells, hoping she doesn’t accidentally mess something up, or worse, self sabotage.

Ellie sits down on your couch watching as you grab two drinks from the kitchen, filled in a glass cup.

“Haven’t had enough there sweetheart?” Ellie jokes, calling back to your drunk self just a few hours ago.

“Har har” You roll your eyes handing Ellie her drink, finding a comfortable spot beside her as you did so.

Ellie looks at you as she takes a sip, despite her nervousness not breaking eye contact. Both of you are facing each other while sat on the couch. You being the first to speak. “Why didn’t you tell me about this secret little crush” You smile tilting your head.

“It was hardly a crush” Ellie rolls her eyes at your statement..

Yet it definitely was a crush that lasted years among years, but she’s not sharing that just yet.

“Can I at least get a timeline or something?” You smile looking at her. You’re not sure when Ellie’s feelings developed, your assuming not over a long period of time. Your guess is maybe a little after you got married.

“No.” Ellie chuckles, trying to play off she’s not scared of telling you that she’s had this “little crush” for multiple years. Fuck since you two were children.

“So you’re plannin’ on hiding it then?” You ask hand creeping to her knee. Sliding you fingers lightly on it.

“Mhm! Seems like i’d be savin’ myself the embarrassment” Ellie tilts her head before leaning in a bit.

“I wish you told me earlier.” You say looking at her. And even though you said those words you wonder how different everything would be if Ellie told you earlier. If your reaction would have been different. If you would even let it get as far as kissing.

And Ellie thinks the same, she just says it. “I don’t think it would’ve changed much-“ She sighs out, eyes peeling from yours.

Your shoulders slouch slightly but you quickly rise them. Moving your hand to cuff Ellie’s cheek so she looks at you again. “Maybe- maybe not.” You sigh out, your body moving itself to lean in and kiss her.

Ellie’s hands move to your face, and even though she knows it’s wrong, knows the consequences and how this can affect the both of you she doesn’t pull back, she just leans further into it. Scared that if she pulls back she’ll lose you.

Both you and Ellie are leaning back on the couch Ellie on top of you while her lips are hastily trying to keep pace with yours.

You both seem in a starved state. Scared of what these actions might follow, yet both refusing to stop them. Kissing harder and more passionately each time.

Ellie’s lips go down your neck and she’s dragging her tongue down as she does. Even though she hasn’t done this, hasn’t even been close to doing this your little moans of approval is enough for her.

And she’s almost sure she hasn’t heard something so sweet, it just makes it more concrete that whatever this is, it’s not stopping anytime soon.

Ellie’s hand is finding it’s way to your chest, squeezing one of your boobs lightly. The moan that left your mouth meant whatever she was doing was good.

You’re smiling through the kiss making Ellie smile too. “What..?” She rasp out pulling back from the kiss.

“I didn’t say anythin’ did I?” You question, lips finding hers once again.

The moment the two of you are having is only getting more intense as your hand starts trailing to her pants. Ellie quickly pulls back, out of pure nervousness. It might have been because she’s never done this, or because it’s with you but she’s freaking out. “I- I just haven’t done this- and I don’t want to fuckin’ like disappoint you.” Ellie sighs out.

You look up at her nodding slowing, it’s not like you’ve done this stuff either. With a girl that is, and you’re really just as nervous as she is. Maybe you’re just better at hiding it. “We can figure it out- if you’d like too..” You say.

Ellie nods and leans her lips back to yours, feeling as your fingers starting moving to undo the button.

Ellie starts to lean back off of you finding herself on the other side of the couch. Watching you as you slowly go over her now finding yourself on top.

You kiss Ellie again before peeling back to move you hand down, getting a good look before you fingers reach her the waistline of her underwear.

You know that if you cross this point there’s truly no returning. You’ve set yourself up for this kind of life and that has you worried. If in the long run it would be worth it, seeing as your father got this “perfect life”. You almost feel like doing this would make him disappointed in you.

With a husband, enough money to live comfortably, all the shit you could ever need. And now you’re throwing it away.

But for Ellie, to be with Ellie.

That seems to easy.

Like the decision was made before you could deny it. So you hands reach inside her underwear letting contact with her extremely wet folds.

“Fuck-“ Ellie says closing her eyes and buckling her hips forward craving the new found feeling of your touch. “It feel okay..?” You ask fingers still moving in circle motions as you put more pressure on her clit.

Ellie just moans and nods, not being able to get out sentences anymore. She’s almost sure they wouldn’t be coherent anyway.

Your fingers continue to move, collecting her wetness. Ellie’s moans were only increasing and you weren’t sure how long she’d be. But she was 100% reaching the boiling point that threatened to overflow.

You slowly slide in one of your fingers with straight ease due to how wet she was. Ellie’s hips rolling practically begging for more, despite her lack of words. “Right there..” Ellie moans her eyes still screwed shut.

Your lips plant back on Ellie as your fingers continue to work on her lower region. Ellie moaning as you do so.

“I’m gonna..” Ellie’s words trail off as her eyes continue to stay shut. “Eyes on me- open your eyes.” You say holding her cheek lightly. “I want to watch you.” You say slowly, wondering if your words were far to much. Which seemed stupid because one of your fingers were literally inside Ellie.

Ellie’s eyes open and she’s looking back and forth between your eyes. Her breaths are getting more irregular and she’s starting to feel herself being pushed over the edge.

You watch Ellie’s eyes roll, eyelids fluttering shut. Her back arches running off the little high she has left once you pull out your fingers. Ellie immediately smashes her lips back onto yours. Not giving you a chance to pull back.

Her hands are tugging up your dress before moving your underwear to the side as her fingers reach your folds. She’s obviously not trying to waste any time!

“Feel okay..?” Ellie ask looking at you for your reaction.

All you reply with is a short nod and a moan leaving your lips.

Ellie’s fingers are moving in slow taunting circles as her face stays in the crook of your neck, kissing all around your throat. Moving up to then reach your lips.

You feel Ellie’s fingers start to speed up, kissing you more passionately. Tongue lapping around yours, zero plans to stop.

Ellie hands leave your aching clit pushing in her fingers.

As soon as you feel Ellie move her finger inside you, your hips are rolling themselves, having Ellies fingers go deeper inside of you.

You’re continuing to moan louder holding onto Ellie’s face while you continue kissing her, you can feel yourself reaching that boiling over point. “Please look at me baby..” Ellie says between kissing you.

Your eyes open, looking up at Ellie as your lips break apart. Ellie’s eyes on you was all it took, her looking down you with pure lust fingers deep inside you. You’re body finally lets go, eyes fluttering shut as Ellie’s fingers ride you through your orgasm.

Ellie slowly pulls out her fingers looking at you, hoping what she did ending up feeling okay for you. “Was it okay..?” Ellie ask looking down at you.

You can’t even form coherent sentences so you just lean forward and kiss Ellie.

And that’s what it soon became with you and Ellie. The both of you would sneak around town, kissing behind buildings, inside your house on the rare occasion your wouldn’t husband be there, even sometimes in Ellie’s.

It was risky and both of you knew it. You both were playing a game where the odds weren’t in your favour. But neither of you could quit. It felt like a drug for the both of you..

Ellie’s lips on yours, it was something that wasn’t quite explainable, why it felt so good. Knowing it was wrong.

But you couldn’t help but wonder why it was wrong, you didn’t know if this was love. You’ve never actually been in love. You weren’t even sure if that was real.

But with Ellie, it felt different then any man you ever been with, like she blew everyone else out of the field park.

And it came all that more apparent when your husband came back. If he tried to kiss you, you found yourself pulling back, complaining of some faux sickness. Just so you wouldn’t have to touch his lips.

While you’d find yourself sneaking out late to be with the auburn hair girl. It was inevitable for a mess up. It was a silent thing you and Ellie both knew. There was no one you’d be able to do this with no one finding out.

You were deep in thought, sitting in town letting the sun fall down on you. Trying to ignore you the thoughts about Ellie. Realizing you probably have to end it..tell her you can’t do whatever this is anymore.

“Hey Ma’am?” Ellie says planted on her horse. Patting its neck lightly to ease him. “You alright?” Ellie questions looking at you. She sees that your eyebrows are furrowed and you blocked out everything else around so your definitely thinking. She’s seen these actions since you were both little, how you ignore everything else.

“Yeah, hey Ellie” You put on a fake smile, fast enough for Ellie to maybe not question it. But she recognizes it almost immediately. Looking at you before she hops off her horse tying it to the fence post.

“What’s wrong.” Ellie says looking at you, as her hand lightly touches yours, leaving you to move your hand back. Retracting from her touch. There were people around and Ellie’s a bit more careless than you. “Sorry.” Ellie sighs looking at you.

“It’s fine- just people.” You say looking at her, you don’t know if you were wrong for thinking it. But you truly wish she was a boy. If she was you wouldn’t have to question every time you both were physically intimate.

Life would be so much easier if girls could like each other..

She nods looking at you. Trying to think of how to talk to you in private. She sees how your eyes trail down, avoiding hers. But she couldn’t read you. “We can talk later. Just once James falls asleep behind the saloon.?” You ask looking at her.

Ellie nods. “Yeah. Okay.”

- -

Ellie was there way before you, if she had to guess maybe an hour. She was fucking panicking, she never saw you like that. It hurt her to say the least.

You couldn’t even look at Ellie, and honestly it filled her with insecurities, unsure as to why you’re suddenly pulling away from her. After she’s spent so long dreaming for the both of you to be close, in the way she wanted at least.

And now that it happened, even it’s it’s just for a bit. She doesn’t want to end that. But she sees how it’s now it’s crumbling. And she hates that-

“Hey.” Your voice cuts off her train of thought, watching as you come behind the the wall of the saloon. “Hi.” Ellie smiles looking at you before walking forward towards you.

“Are you okay, you seemed like something was on your mind?..” Ellie questions her hand reaching her her nails to her mouth out of nervousness. “Yeah- no, I mean. I just want to talk.” You sigh out looking down at the ground. Pulling down her hand, you knew that she would bite her nails during nervous occasions.

Ellie’s hand reaches your cheek, thumb moving back and forth.. “You can talk me” Ellie sighs out looking at you, despite you avoiding her gaze. “Ellie this is dangerous- us doing this is dangerous.” You finally look at her.

Ellie feels like she’s biting back tears as she sees your teary eyes once escaping and falling down your cheek. “So- we’re fine. We haven’t got caught” Ellie then shakes her head. “We won’t get caught?” Ellie says looking at you. Almost trying to convince herself.

“I-I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” You say leaving Ellie to just sigh. It’s not like she can deny it, if you get caught. You’re both dead. You’d be lucky to live. People don’t often act to pleased when the sin of homosexuality is shed to the light.

Ellie leans in and kisses you, her hands finding the back of your neck.. “I wanna be with you- and if that’s what leads me to the end then so be it.” Ellie says in between the kiss.

“Ellie-“ You start.

“No- s’okay. Promise.” Ellie shakes her head kissing you. Holding you tight, as if she lets go she’ll lose you forever. “I wanna be with you..” Ellie says.

You and Ellie continue to kiss, lost in the feelings of holding each other. Your soft lips clashing. Then something which could have sounded so quiet came down in a big crash. There was sounds of a stick breaking behind the two of you, both of you pulling back from each other.

Both of the colour drains from your faces, looking around to see nothing. The dark is caving both of your figures and now you’re worried. “Ellie- Ellie what if someone saw” You say looking at her. Hands shaking slightly.

Ellie looks around and shakes her head, trying to convince you and herself that no one was truly there. Like it was an animal. “No- it was probably just a rabbit, they’re all around these parts.” Ellie says looking at you.

But Ellie was just as nervous as you. Wondering if this was it. If that was a person.

And you hadn’t know it yet, considering you and Ellie haven’t talked about what would happen say you two were found out, but Ellie’s already understood that she would immediately take the blame. Because Ellie realized your life was set for you, you had a husband who you were sure to have kids with eventually, while her life didn’t have much worth living for, as sad as it seems.

She didn’t have a husband, nor planned to ever get one, she didn’t have much friends, and in all fairness she assumed she’ll grow old in this town. So really, once she reached the end, being death of course, what would she had accomplished..?

Ellie knew a life without you wasn’t one she wanted to take part on, and the thought of you both getting caught was enough for her to make the decision. Even though it was on her own.

She thought about what she would say, something Ellie came up with was saying that she forced you, one that made you commit theses acts. The heinous crime which was loving her. If you even did.

It was easier this way, because it would save you.

Ellie looks at you. “It’s getting late” Ellie sighs turning her head to the ground, unsure of what tomorrow may bring.

You reply with a short nod. Realizing it’s time to say goodbye to her.

You were up bright and early, trying to get out of the house before James woke up. Not trying to deal with his instructions that he often assigned. Today you wanted to see Ellie, you had the plan to knock on her door.

But as soon as you walked into town the atmosphere was different. You knew it wasn’t in your head this time, because everyone was looking at you. Like you were some curse. And much to your despair you weren’t sure why.

But that was soon to to become evident and clear..

You see Dina and Jesse trail towards you hesitantly, their faces are reading something indescribable, like they can’t tell weather talking to you is safe. It was weird to say the least.

“How are you feeling..?” Dina spits out looking at you. Jesse talking right after her. “She’s gone now, lawmen have her in cells.” Jesse says tilting his head. “Don’t gotta worry about her.” He continues.

And now you’re confused, you don’t know a lot of girls, much less that committed a crime. And your mind only trails to one, Ellie fucking Williams.

“What do you mean? Who?” You spit out, now looking for the girl who’s often on her horse walking all around town. Patrolling to make sure everything is in order.

“Ellie?” Dina says, she’s looking at you with eyes that seem worried. “You heard what old man Walter said surely? It’s travelling all over.”

Old man Walter was the town drunk, it was nothing new. If there was no one in the saloon early in the morning or late at nights he was sure to be there, and now your heart sinks. Because if he was at the saloon late at night. He could have saw-

“He said- he was going to empty his bladder- as everyone does. But he saw Ellie and you.” Dina doesn’t spit out the final sentence, scared to speak such acts into words. But Dina didn’t have to finish the fucking sentence, you knew exactly what she was talking about. You and Ellie. What happened behind the saloon. A time where you believed everyone was sleeping.

Now your mind was going on a race to understand why you’re still standing her, why you’re not throw into a cell like Ellie. “What, what’d she say?..” You look at Dina and Jesse. Your gaze going back and forth.

“Listen your not in trouble- Ellie explained what she did- your okay.” Dina nods. “What the fuck did she say!” You now yell.

Dina’s startled back. But then understanding what Ellie did probably took a tool on you. “Ellie said she forced herself- well.. you know, onto you. Held you tight. It’s okay to be irritable-“

You’re not even listening, everything around is silent ambience you can’t process, why would Ellie even- she had no need to take the blame. Your feet left Dina and Jesse before your brain could react. You’re basically running into the Sheriffs department, almost stumbling in your dress as you do so.

The lawman watches you speed walk over, he quickly steps forward shaking his head forward. “Hey- hey best you don’t come in here. She’ll be dealt with soon enough. Everything was explained.” He says looking at you.

“Let me just see her- okay I want to-.” You think, if you say you just want to see her you know they won’t let you. “I wanna give her a piece of my mind.” You say as you look at him.

His teeth tug in the bottom of his lip, contiplating if letting you through is smart, but soon enough he steps to the side opening the door.

The department had a couple of cells. Shockingly there was no extra sheriff in the spot where one usually sits. So it was just you, and the figure that sat in the cell. Back to the door.

Her back towards you.

“Ellie” You sigh out.

Ellie’s body flinches, she doesn’t turn around or talk. Ellie knows it’s you, you’re the only one who can sigh her name out like that and give her some sort of reaction. But she knows if she sees you, it’ll make this whole situation worse. “Listen- just leave.” She keeps her back towards you.

“Turn around.” You say before crouching in front of the cell, Ellie slowly sighs and turns around.

Her appearance was another reason she didn’t want to see you, her eye was bruised. Lip seemed busted and she had a few cuts around her face. And now you can’t hold back because you’re crying, realizing that if you two didn’t kiss that night everything would be different. “Don’t cry.” Ellie shakes her head.

She’s moving forward in the cell her hand reaching for your cheek. Now metal bars between the two of you. “Why the fuck did you take the blame Ellie” You say looking at her, you want it to come out harshly, because you’re hurt. But it doesn’t, as you’re crying your voice is just weak.

“Because- I didn’t want you to get hurt.” Ellie says her hand still on your cheek wiping the tears. “Now you’re gonna be hurt..Ellie what if they ki-“. Ellie stops you, she’s sure that’s soon to come, but she knows you’ll just panic more. “I’ll be okay.”

Both of you knew it was a lie, the lawman said to your face she’ll be dealt with. But living in some fantasy seemed better then reality.

“Why’d you say it.” You look at her.

“Because I love you.” Ellie sighs. Knowing this is probably the last time she’ll see you.

Kissing Ellie through the bars was something you couldn’t explain. Because it showed how your actions lead you to this point, yet how you both weren’t able to stop now. Because you literally dug this grave. But this time it wasn’t for you, you’ve single handedly dug a grave for Ellie. Where she was sure to rest.

“I love you too.” You sign out, reluctantly pulling back. Getting a good look at the girl. You look down. “Better get goin’ don’t want him to walk back in.” Ellie says as she nods towards the man outside the door.

With that you picked up yourself feeling like a thousand pounds, walking towards the door before you look back at Ellie. She’s noticeably crying. You want to walk to her, hug and kiss her, but you don’t. You just walk out.

- -

You got word a few days after that, Ellie was killed in her cell. People around town speculated it was one of the lawmen, saying they were the only people who could open the cell, but people didn’t care.

James didn’t even console you, he just said he was busy with his father leaving you alone in your house once again. Not even having Ellie to pass the time.

Everyone in Redwater believed getting rid of a person like Ellie was a benefit.

And soon you realized Ellie would become a distance memory, someone you longed for, but could never truly have.

You’d always remember Ellie as your true love. One you’d meet again, weather it be in another lifetime.

One where you can only hope you both got your happy ending.

A/N -> UM!

This is currently the longest thing i’ve ever wrote and it’s so it can hold everyone over before Summer Blossom. Because currently i’m extremely busy!

I have a huge trip coming up and i’m working so I haven’t been able to work on that as of now, which I do apologize for! Give me another week and I swear it’ll be out.

I hope you enjoyed reading this because I LOVED writing it. I was literally listening to old music as I wrote it, and was doing research to make sure everything sorta made sense!

This is a one shot so please settle with the sad ending, it won’t be continued. I’ve never done a sad ending and I feel like I needed some angst.

But other then that I hope you enjoyed this little one shot!

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gummygowon · 3 years ago

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chat noir | choi san

word count: less than 1k

genre: black cat familiar! san x witch!reader, sort of of angst?, suggestive, overprotective san

warnings: drunk man harasses reader, implied smut, blood (nothing super gorey)

a/n: this is the most spiciest thing ive ever written and it’s not even that hot lmfao also pls lmk if i missed any warnings!

the moon shone brightly in the starry night sky as you wiped off blood from your familiar's face in your old pick up truck.

"san, how many times have i told you to not get into fights for me?" you scold as you dab an alcohol pad on his face.

a hiss erupted from your familiar, "too many times."

"then why do you still do it?" one of your hands holds san's chin between your fingers as you tilt his head to examine for more cuts.

"he kept touching you, miss." he answered, the same firey glint in his eyes still there. "he would've kept doing that to other women or you, if i didn't come in."

"i had the situation under control san."

you opened another band aid to place on his cheek, your mind drifting back to what happened a few moments ago.

you were back at the local grocery store trying to find some ingredient for tonight's dinner. while browsing the few isles of fresh produce, a drunk man stumbled into the store from the bar nearby and threw himself on you.

"hey baby, whatcha doin' out here slone?" his words slurred together with his breath reeking of cheap alcohol.

"i'm shopping." you answered bluntly while prying the stranger off you.

"awww, let me join you baby. ya needs help with thatt?" he sloppily pointed to the basket of goods hanging from your arm.

"no i don't." you ripped your arm from his grasp once more and sped down the nearest aisle and rushed to pay the cashier. sure, being a witch meant that you had magical powers but to use them so openly and risk outing yourself was even worse. the town you lived in were afraid of the witches and monsters that had supposedly lived near them despite "the monsters" protecting them daily from supernatural creatures that were out for blood.

as you scurried to your car, you hoped that your familiar, choi san, a devilishly handsome and mischievous black cat wouldn't dare to get involved in this. he was certainly a troublemaker when it came to protecting you even when you didn't need it anymore.

an accident had happened a long time ago resulting in you getting severely hurt while san couldn't come to your rescue sooner and since then he had regretted himself for it and sworn that he would do everything to protect his miss.

you pulled into the driveway, expecting san's cat form to greet you on the porch only to be met with your dark lit cottage.

"fuck." you groaned as you noted the absurd absence of your familiar. "you better be in the house, you sneaky shit."

shoving the bag of groceries in one hand you slammed your car door and rushed into the house. "san! i'm home, where are you?"

you were only met with silence with the exception of the cauldron in the kitchen that was bubbling with your latest potion.

"godamnt san." you cursed, as you grabbed the medkit out of one the cabinets and drove back into town.

now here you were sitting in your pick up truck, cleaning san's face while you scold him for hurting a human.

"bloody hell san, what the fuck happened?" you moved onto cleaning his knuckles that were still oozing blood.

" you should've seen the other guy." he answered, completely ignoring your question as you rolled up his shirt to look for other injuries. thankfully, they were none. "mmm feeling eager tonight are we?"

you roll his eyes at his comment, "can you scoot your chair back? i need to disinfect the wound on your right shoulder."

"why do that when you can sit on my lap?" he asks with a smirk, pulling you into his lap before you could say anything.

“you’re such an ass, san.”

“and you love me for it.” he answers with a grin which is quickly wiped away as the alcohol pad stings his cut.

“fucking hell.” he grits, hands flying to your waist to grab onto something which you don’t mind. you’re used to san’s physical touches.

“i’m almost done.” you mumble as place a band aid on the cut, gently smoothing it out before giving his shoulder a nice pat. “good boy.”

you don’t miss the way his eyes lit up at the nickname and his hands grip your waist once more. “anymore cuts?”

“no, but we got another problem now.” he quips as his eyes flicker to his lap.

you eyes trail his as you feel something poking your thigh. looking back at san, you wrap your arms around his neck, “you’re lucky i’m not punishing you for today.”

the familiar looks at you with lust in his dark eyes and a lazy smirk, “who said you can’t punish me still?”

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kirishibi · 5 years ago

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The L Word | Dabi

Summary: Dabi’s scared of the big bad L word

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Warnings: cursing, vulnerable burnt boi, soft angst, fluff, one (1) butt touch, one (1) nose boop

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: the first fic ever written on my brand new laptop woohoo!! sorry I'm writing angst once again, but it gets cute and shit at the end I'm not out to break hearts tonight i promise!💕

p.s. this fic hits harder if you subscribe to the dabi is a todoroki theory js

“I love you.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Five simple words squashed what little courage you had built up in order to make that confession.

Calloused fingers flicked a still-lit cigarettebutt onto the ground beside your feet. Bright orange embers faded out to nothing, drowned in the same icy puddle that soaked through the cracked soles of your shoes and chilled you to the bone. Chattering teeth found your chapped bottom lip and bit down hard enough to taste iron. Your eyes fell to the worn concrete beneath frigid feet, but not before Dabi’s disappointed gaze burned itself into your memory.

“Way to kill the conversation.” He tsked, annoyed, his weight shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. You studied his footprints in the autumn leaves lining the pavement, hoping any distraction could dry the tears burning your eyes.

You learned that day that Dabi hated the L word.

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Dabi’s warm arm wrapped around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest. Your apartment’s heater had decided to break on the coldest night of the year. Even bundled up in a hoodie and two blankets, you were shivering. It wasn't all bad, though. The bitter cold gave you an excuse to glue yourself to your lover’s side.

“Ya know, if you had a fire quirk or somethin’ I wouldn’t have to do this,” a gravelly voice muttered into your ear, hot breath warming nearly-frozen skin. Though he feigned irritation, the way his soft lips peppered kisses along the nape of your neck betrayed his words entirely.

“Hmmm,” you pretended to ponder for a moment, “you're right, but if that was the case, you wouldn’t have an excuse to hold me so closely either.”

The arm around your waist tightened. Sharp teeth clamped down onto the supple skin at the crook of your neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not to hurt you. Dabi knew your limits well and, while he loved to toe the line, he never overstepped. You felt a deft tongue dance along the fresh indents left in your skin, then a final kiss before he spoke again, “Guess it’s better this way then, huh?”

“Guess so.” The springs of your one-person mattress whined as you rolled over to face him. A smirk had already seated itself on your lover’s lips by the time you settled beside him, resting your head on your shared pillow. He took full advantage of your new position, two large palms snaking downward and grabbing greedy handfuls of your ass. You rolled your eyes halfheartedly, but made no effort to swat them away.

One hand carded through inky black hair as your other began tracing Dabi’s features. A year ago, at the start of your relationship, he would have swatted them away, harshly scolding you about personal space. Now, though, he couldn’t get enough of your touch.

Your index finger drew a line down the mild curve in the bridge of his nose, stopping when you reached the tip and lightly ‘boop’ing him. He forced a frown at your playful gesture, but the slight upturn at the corners of his lips told you it was superficial. Your fingertips travelled along pallid cheekbones, lightly dusting over worn staples as you traced the outline of his scarring.

Half-lidded cobalt eyes watched your expression intently. He waited patiently for a grimace, a wince, for any sign of the disgust he’d grown accustomed to seeing when people looked at him so up-close. You did none of those things, though. Your gaze was soft, expression blissful. The way you looked at him conveyed only adoration. There was a hint of something entirely foreign, yet incredibly kind behind your eyes, and it made him uneasy in the best way possible. In moments like these, you almost made Dabi question the bitter way he’d viewed the world until that point. Almost.

“I love you.” Your soft voice pulled him back to reality like a dagger to his heart. It had been months since your first and only attempt to tell him how you felt, and deep down, you had hoped that during that time his answer may have changed.

“Don’t do that to yourself.” He pulled away from you completely, standing from the bed. The absence of his touch and harshness of his tone left you feeling empty, dejected. Dabi covered his face with his hands in exasperation, cursing under his breath behind scarred palms as he stepped away from the mattress.

Your heart sank.

Before, you hadn’t wanted to press the topic further. His words had cut you deep, his subsequent anger only serving to salt the wound. Now, though, you couldn’t help but ask, “why not?”

A long sigh resonated from somewhere deep within your lover as he lowered his hands from his face, roughly shoving them into his pants pockets. Indignant eyes glared at you as he propped himself against the timeworn, brick wall across your small mess of a room. Dabi’s angry gaze was something you very rarely found yourself on the receiving end of, but when you did, it shook you to your core.

“You’re just gonna get let down in the long run,” he stated, as if the words were a simple fact. “People are disappointing, and good things fall apart.”

Scooting to the edge of your mattress, you allowed your legs to dangle from the side nearest to him as you processed his words.“You have a really pessimistic view of the world, you know that?”

The fire in Dabi’s eyes softened, if only for a moment. “When you’ve seen what I have, you learn pretty damned fast that being happy means being vulnerable, and if you love someone, they’ll leave you.”

Hearing the man you cared for so deeply utter those words devastated you. You felt your brow furrow, your frown deepen. One question burned at the forefront of your mind, though you were terrified to hear the answer. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced it out regardless. “Are you going to leave me?”

His lips pulled to a thin, flat line as he pondered for a moment. It didn’t look as if the decision itself required much thought, but rather that he was eliminating any doubt. He hadn’t expected to find his response so immediate, let alone entirely uncontested. After a brief pause he shook his head ‘no’.

“So, why can’t you just accept that I love you? Even if you don’t feel the same way-”

He cut you off.

“I do. That’s the problem.” His gaze turned downcast, shoulders slumping in defeat. He lowered himself to sit on your water-damaged wooden floor, his back still pressed against the wall as his elbows rested on bent knees. Never before had you seen him so unguarded, so vulnerable.

Your heart shattered, even as you heard the half-confession you’d been yearning for so desperately. You slid off the bed to kneel in front of him, and took a large hand into your own. His eyes didn’t budge from the floor, but his fingers gripped yours tightly.

You didn’t know what to say, but that was okay. The silence was filled for you.

“Life was so much easier when everyone was just a pawn and it didn’t matter whether I lived or not. Apathy was the best drug I’d ever tried until you came along.” Dabi’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, expression charged with a soft sincerity you’d never seen from the man before, but absolutely adored. “Promise me that you’re here to stay. Anybody else could bounce in a second and I wouldn’t give a fuck, but with you… I don't know what I would do.”

“I’m never leaving you, Dabi. Never.”

He lowered his knees and pulled you into his lap, your thighs straddling his. Patchwork hands cupped your cheeks as he gently leaned his forehead against yours. “I fucking love you, (Y/n). Don’t ever forget that.”

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yunhoez · 4 years ago

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Swell

♄ pairings: suna x reader (in their 20s)

♄ genre: romance, angst, bestfriends to lovers (if u keep one eye open)

♄ warnings: cussing, smoking, suna & atsumu aren't volleyball players okay (don't yell at me), sfw for now

♄ wc: 2.4k

♄ a/n: okay so this is based on a script I wrote (it’s gonna be a film soon hehe), but considering I have to keep it short I wanted to continue it on as a fic! thank you to @chifuyuzu, @arumiee, @psmugglerr, and Mal♡ for encouraging me to do this and reading it <3 I hope y’all enjoy!

♄ songs - Swell by Lunar Vacation, I Don't Know You by The Marias

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The low humming of the car and soft music coming from the radio sends you into a trance as you look out at the familiar streets of your hometown. Your head pressed against the seat feels heavy with the thought of being back in the place you ran away from. Your gaze trails to the two in the front seat, the streetlights hitting them enough for you to make out their features you’ve seemed to forget. Ava hums to the song on the radio lightly, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. Atsumu’s eyes are fixed on the road before he turns toward Ava and rubs her back slightly. She shoots him a small smile before returning her gaze to the road. The aching feeling in your heart swells, making your stomach churn.

“It’s weird.” You say, breaking the peaceful silence that once graced the car.

“Hm?” Ava hums, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“Nothing ever seems to change here.” You state, staring back out at the window with a blank expression, catching a glimpse of the houses you’d pass on the way to school.

Ava shakes her head, although you tried to mask your emotions, she could tell that you were irritated. Atsumu laughs looking out of the passenger seat window, noticing the park he used to practice volleyball at.

“It really hasn’t been that long since we’ve been here, Y/N.”

“I know, but you’d think things would at least feel different.” You throw your head back in frustration, letting out a loud sigh. Ava laughs, turning her blinker on before she begins to turn into yet another familiar street.

“I don’t know, I like that things are the same here. It feels like home, ya know? Knowing that there will always be a place that feels familiar is kinda comforting.”

Your gaze settles onto Ava with a mischievous grin. You scoot into the middle seat, leaning in between your two friends. Atsumu looks over at you and giggles, looking up at Ava to stare at her with you. Ava takes her eyes off the road for a second to see you two, she rolls her eyes.

“What?” She deadpans.

“That was the cheesiest shit I’ve ever heard you say.” Your laugh fills the car, making Atsumu join in and eliciting a small huff from Ava.

“Shut up! Is it so bad I actually like my hometown?”

“Yes.” Both you and Atsumu state at the same time, further irritating Ava as she swerves slightly making the both of you slide in your seats.

“Crazy how I can just drop you two off on the side of the road and leave.”

“Not like we don’t know the way around here.” Atsumu says, poking at Ava’s cheek.

“Looks like you’re walking to the studio then.” Ava stops the car in the middle of the road, Atsumu looks at her with a puzzled look. She leans over to open his car door, you stare at the two in amusement waiting to see what happens.

“Babe, it’s another 10 miles!” Atsumu exclaims, shutting the door.

“Atsumu, just shut up or walk before these cars come.” You state, looking behind you and see the car lights coming from a small distance.

“Why do I have to shut up when this one started it?”

“Huh?! What did I do?”

Ava rolls her eyes, picking at her nail polish as the two of you bicker over nothing. She puts the car in drive and slams on the breaks causing the two of you to fall over.

“What the hell, Ava?” You ask from the middle of the driver and passenger seat. “I could’ve died?” Ava stifles a laugh before putting the car in park. She looks at Atsumu pouting in his seat, rubbing his forehead and refusing to make eye contact with her. Ava lets out a loud laugh, wiping at the corner of her eyes. You giggle to yourself as you lift yourself up, moving towards the right side of the car to take your seat. You notice Ava placing a kiss on Atsumu’s forehead and the fond touches the two share. A small smile appears on your face seeing them interact, their love radiating off of them like the sun on a hot day. It felt so nice to be around them, but the heat in your heart was beginning to sting. Was it jealousy? No. Anger? No. Longing… Maybe.

“Geez, ya nearly gave me a concussion!”

“Serves you right.”

Ava puts the car in drive, cruising along the dimly lighted streets. Atsumu continues to mutter to himself about how his head hurts.

“I felt my brain rattle.”

“Crazy because there’s nothing in there.”

They continue talking as you look out the window, blocking out their conversation with your own thoughts. Why did I come back here? Surely, I could’ve made up some excuse and made it up to them another time. I don’t think I’m ready to see-

“Anyways, Y/N, do ya really hate it here that much?” Atsumu breaks your train of thought.

“S’not that I hate it.” You mutter, head resting on your hand. “It’s just a weird feeling coming back to a place that doesn’t change. Like everything’s frozen in time… it freaks me out.” Scarlett peaks at you through the rearview mirror, once again, observing your facial expression. Always the mysterious one, aren’t ya? She thought.

“If you ask me, I think it’s nice having a place that doesn’t change. Somewhere you know you can be comfortable and find some sort of peace.” You stare at her for a second, before returning your gaze to the window.

“I guess you’re right.”

“Wow, you’re actually agreeing with me for once?”

“I mean I’m not opposed to the idea of it, I just don’t like getting too comfortable…”

“Fair enough.” Ava sighs, glancing over at Atsumu who nods knowingly at her as he puts his window down. Your window begins to roll down causing you to look at Ava in confusion. “Fresh air will do ya good.”

You rest your arms on the car window, slightly leaning your head onto them as you peek out of the window. The cool autumn breeze tickles your face, as you soak in the darkness of the night. It was a new moon, the only light coming from the sky was the twinkling stars and planets. You look up to the sky and catch a glimpse of a shooting star. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of those. You thought. I wonder if he still does this.

“Nice being able to see the stars, ain’t it?” Atsumu says, half way out of the car window.

“Yeah…” You smile, a giggle leaving your mouth as he sways in the wind dramatically. “One break from Ava and you’ll fly out!”

“Oi, don’t give her any ideas!”

Ava laughs, turning into the corner store you all used to visit everyday. Atsumu sits back into his seat, handing Ava a wad of cash from his wallet.

“Any requests?”

“Starbursts, make sure ya get the one with all the reds!”

“Alright, Y/N?”

“Oh! And one of those fancy lookin’ waters! Ya know, with the cool designs and shit?” Atsumu interrupts. Ava sends him a teasing glare and he smirks. She turns towards you, your attention fixed on the store that seemed to remain the same. The beige building had the same lettering and advertisements as it did when you were in high school. The railings had a fresh coat of paint on them, but still looked scuffed from all the times you and your friends would sit on them. It was just how you left it. How annoying.

“Oi, Y/N! Getcha’ head out of the clouds, Ava’s askin’ ya something”

“Sorry, what’s up?”

“You want anything?”

“I’m okay, thanks.”

“Twizzlers? Got it.”

Ava exits the car and runs into the shop. Atsumu lifts off his seat slightly, digging into his pockets and pulling out a pack of Seven Stars cigarettes. He plucks one out and lights it, puffing the smoke out of the window. The scent envelops her, giving her a sense of both warmth and pain from the memories it holds.

“Thought you quit.”

“I did. This is for nostalgic reasons.” He smiles, inhaling the smoke and releasing it out of the window in a swift movement.

“Right, you and Rin…” You trail off mid sentence. Atsumu looks up at you through the rearview mirror, just as Ava did, and takes another drag.

“Mhm, this was our go to place for a while.” His eyes flicker from you to the inside of the store. He relaxes back into his seat, looking over at Ava with the biggest grin on his face. She’s looking intensely at two bottles of water and making small talk with the cashier. You smile to yourself, pulling your knees to your chest as you remember the times you all used to meet up here and spend hours talking about nothing.

“When was the last time you two spoke?”

“I can’t remember.”

Atsumu nods, knowing the answer. He flicks the bud of the cigarette out of the window, turning slightly to see you staring at the ground. He flicks your forehead softly, earning a yelp from you. He laughs.

“He’s still here, ya know?”

You look up from the ground, but stay silent for a few moments before he speaks up again.

“He never wanted to leave.”

“Sounds like him.” You let go of your legs, opening the car door and stepping out. You stretch a bit before shutting the door behind you. “You think he’ll be at the show?”

“I don’t think he’d miss getting the chance to see you again.”

You let out an annoyed sigh, walking up to the door and exchanging a couple words with Ava before she exits. The cashier greets you just how he did when you were sixteen and the layout of the store is the same as it was 4 years ago. Nothing’s changed here… so why do I feel so out of place?

“What did you do?” Ava sighs, rummaging through the bag of snacks she just bought.

“Huh? I didn’t do anything!” Atsumu exclaims, hands held up in surrender as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

“Sure, you didn’t. I’m assuming you mentioned Rintarou.”

“Hm? Rintarou? I don’t even know who that is.”

Ava scoffs, throwing the bag of Starbursts at him. He turns to her in shock, dramatically falling into his seat and gripping at the spot the candy hit him. She giggles, taking a bite out of a twizzler and lifting her leg onto her seat.

“What is she getting anyways?” Atsumu mutters, obnoxiously chewing on his candy.

“Lollipops.” Ava shrugs.

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The smell of cinnamon and the bright lights of the studio overwhelm your senses in the most pleasant way possible. People you’ve never seen before walk past you, admiring the works of art your best friend, Rei, has displayed. Quiet chatter is heard over the music playing from a record player in the corner, occasionally Atsumu’s loud voice is heard saying “Yeah! Rei’s my best friend, she did all of this, ya know? I was her inspiration for most.” You giggle to yourself, hearing a small “Ow” when Ava elbows him in the rib. You observe the people around you, keeping an eye out for a certain brown haired boy. He’s not here. Your thought is interrupted by Rei’s sweet voice and a small shot glass held in front of your face.

“You look like you need this.” Rei giggles. You laugh lightly, grabbing the glass and clinking it with Rei’s before downing it with her.

“Strawberry?”

“Just like old times.” She smiles. You give her an annoyed look, causing her to roll her eyes and sling her arm over your shoulders. “Shut up, you know it’s our tradition.”

They part for a second then hook their arms together as they walk around the studio, Rei pointing out her favorite pieces and explaining them to you as you admire how ecstatic she is. The two of you stop at the last few pieces of her exhibit, the wall filled with pictures she’s taken over the years.

“I’m so proud of you.” You state, leaning your head onto her shoulder.

“Being vulnerable counts for something, doesn’t it?” She smiles, patting your head lightly.

Rei looks over at the entrance of the studio and waves to a couple people. You lift your head up and let go of her arm, as she smiles at you.

“I’ll be back!” She exclaims, running over and greeting them as she takes them on a tour of her art studio.

You debate whether to roam around the studio or stick to this exhibit, when something catches your eye. You stand closer to the photos, noticing how they date back to 2015. A couple photos in the timeline up to the present catch your eye. Ava, Atsumu, Rei, You, and Suna were in nearly every single one of them. You feel tears prick your eyes at how simple those times were, annoyed at the feeling of nostalgia seeping into your mind.

“Well this fucking sucks.” You whisper to yourself.

“I know, I look terrible in that picture.” A familiar voice states. A tall, lanky man stands beside you. His messy brown hair framing his face perfectly, as he gazes at the photos. You glance at him slightly, realizing who it is and avert your gaze back to the photos. “Seriously, who let me wear that?” He asks, looking over towards you and stifling a laugh at your reaction.

You turn your face to the other side, hoping he hasn’t recognized you. How could he? It’s been what? 3 years? I’ve changed my hair since then, there’s no possible way he’ll know it’s me. Suna lets out a laugh, making your heart ache. You turn to where he was standing and he wasn’t there. You furrow your brows and sigh with relief, but a hint of disappointment. You return your attention to the photos, only to be met with Suna’s chest. You hold your breath and remain still, as he bends down to meet your gaze. His golden eyes peering at you with a mischievous grin on his face, one that you remember all too well.

“Long time no see, angel.”

#suna rintarou #suna fluff #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna fic #suna rintarou fic #atsumu fluff #haikyuu fic #haikyu x reader #UM HI I HAVENT WRITTEN A FIC SINCE I WAS LIKE 15 AND THEY WERE ABOUT HARRY STYLES #PLS BARE W ME AND BE NICE TO ME #IM A TRIPLE WATER SIGN

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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Title: coward :: warm saki for the cold nights Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: Atsumu deals with heartbreak again and while doing so, receives an unexpected call that may just help bridge you two again.

notes:

someone said that my character for atsumu was differently written from most fanfiction. tbh the only fuckboy i see in haikyuu is Yuuji HASHHSSHAHA have u seen the piercing and how agressive he is. that def screams fuck boi

also i will be closing the taglist already after this chapter :/ if you guys don’t want to be tagged in the side stories, just message me hehe its not a problem (also i will be updating the side stories every FRIDAY’S) the drabble requests will be open for ten drabbles after the side stories hehe ily all so much. stay safe and i hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Atsumu watches you walk out of his life again for the second time.

He doesn’t know what to do or why he’s here on his bed, playing with the silver ring band that he was supposed to give you six years ago after he’d been accepted in the jackals. As much as he was heartbroken by the fact that you didn’t want to get married then, he still wanted to give you a simple ring band as a promise that marriage was never the only way to get him to stick around you.

He couldn’t throw it away even after all these years.

Now that he looks at it, he’s reminded of that time you left him. The first time.

He really thought it would hurt less this time around. It was the second time after all but it still stings especially now since it was right at his face. He lets out a bitter chuckle, ‘selfish, huh?’ he thought.

Those words were odd coming from you.

In the two year span of your relationship, you were never the selfish one. In fact, he came to the late realization that he was the selfish one between you two in the relationship. Atsumu always thought physical and loud declarations of affection were the key to a healthy relationship, mundane things like sleeping next to each other or being there everyday (hence why long distance relationships were a no go for him) but you, you took it up the notch.

It may have been your first relationship but you were better than any girl he had dated. He realized then that maybe that's why you broke up with him, because you probably thought that he didn’t care to know more about you (when in actuality he was just too scared to ask because he might lose you if he did)

The phone starts to ring and as much as he wants to ignore it again, something tells him that he should answer this unknown contact.

“...Yo, this is Daiki.”

He blinks as he hears the deep voice of the basketball player, wasn’t this supposed to be his rival? How the hell did he even get his number?

“I heard Y/N pushed you away again like before, want to grab that drink?”

Atsumu doesn’t know why he agrees right after.

They ended up at a private japanese bar, apparently they had the best saki in the whole of japan and Daiki was willing to treat him despite the high price of alcohol because of what happened between you two, “You look like shit, man.” he points out as soon as he arrived, “No offense. Then again, that’s what I looked like when Y/N first rejected me.”

Atsumu sits across him at the booth and ignores the man’s statement about his looks, “Do you still like Y/N that way? Even after she rejected you a lot?” he asks, suddenly.

“After I realized how much she liked those kid’s father. I sorta gave up.” He laughed as if it was nothing, “He was hard to match, Y/N was begging me not to go to him to punch him in the face, she was in tears that night.”

“He’s a lucky bastard.” Atsumu spat bitterly, pouring more sake on his cup, “I’m guessing you know this guy?”

“Of course I do.” Daiki began, “Only recently though, Y/N never told anyone who the dad was. I had to figure that shit out on my own.”

Atsumu stares at his drink for a moment and swirls it around, he wants to know but at the same time he doesn’t. What would he even do if he knew? Would he find him and punch the asshole in the face for doing that to you? He’s starting to get Daiki, whoever this guy was, he was impossibly hard to match.

“I want to be in her life.” Atsumu confessed, “I want to replace that bastard’s place.”

Daiki’s eyes crinkle in utter amusement, just how long was this cat and mouse game going to play? What would happen if he told this blonde guy? Would you talk to him after he told Atsumu why you left? Would Daiki even be able to handle you leaving him?

Daiki’s take a deep breath as he ponders on that thought. He was willing to risk it though. He sees the genuineness in this guy’s eyes. From a man to a man, he could sense it. God, if only he had been a bit more pushy towards you back then about the whole tell-your-boyfriend thing, maybe you’d have it a bit easier now.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Y/N.” The blonde shrugs, the mere mention of your name stinged like the alcohol he was drinking, “I can’t force her. I can’t repeat the same mistakes I made before. Relationships were never her strongest suit and I feel like I forced it on her.”

“You didn’t.” Daiki proclaims, the basketball player ponders for a moment in deep thought, “The thing about Y/N is that she’s careful with whom she wants to be intimate with. The reason why she probably said yes was because she saw something in you but in the end…” Daiki paused, he’s not sure what to say next, this was a sensitive issue after all, “In the end, her fear got the better of her…”

“Sometimes I wish I could take it all away.” The setter quietly confessed, recalling the fear in your eyes back then made him sick.

In the two-year relationship you had, it had always been about him. He really had the audacity to proudly proclaim that he loved you yet it seemed more like you had loved him more.

It showed when you’d quietly just hold his hand and draw small circles on it after a loss, how you’d listen to his stories without interruptions, how you’d help him out in classes that he had a hard time at, how you’d prepare a hot meal for him every night he stayed up later to train, and how you’d silently just let him snuggle on your chest after a long day. It was those little things, things he realized later on that you’d never do to other people but he was a special case.

It was always about you taking care of him and putting him first.

It wasn’t openly affectionate like the girls he had before or after you, you had your own little way.

It was always about wanting to get a physical reaction from you, he was too blinded to the fact that it was never your type of thing.

He was the taker in the relationship, you had always been the giver.

Daiki was silent once again as he observed his devastating figure, “You really love her, don’t you?”

“I do.” he chuckled, “People tend to call me a fuck up for that but they don’t get it. When Y/N shows a little side of her, you...you can’t stop loving her, ya know? God, when she smiled and laughed at me for the first time. I knew at that moment that I wanted to hear that beautiful sound for the rest of my life.”

It felt good to get that out of his chest for once, ‘samu would call him a sappy piece of shit if he had heard that but it was the raw truth. Every word he said, every feeling he tried to express, it was all so genuine and that’s what made everything so painful.

God, the saki was getting to him. He can’t believe he told Daiki out of all people about this.

“You said you wanted to know who the father of those kids was, right?”

Atsumu stops whatever he’s drinking and feels his ears perk up at the sound of that. Daiki looks dead serious as he downs the saki straight-up, the next few words sobers the blonde setter because it’s not what he expects.

“Y/N told me the father was her first boyfriend, a boy from tokyo university.”

Atsumu feels his heart thumping fast as he makes his way to your apartment in the dead of the night, the alcohol long gone but the words of Daiki still stinging and fresh, a father? Was that why you ran away?

Because you were pregnant with his kids?

He curses underneath his breath as he finally parks his car in front of your apartment, he’s still shaken by the sudden revelation and he feels like kicking himself, how he could’ve been so stupid? He should’ve known something was odd when you suddenly disappeared and broke up on the phone.

While he was enjoying his life as a pro, you were out there fending for the kids alone.

He shakes his head.

“...I can’t tell you why Y/N ran away, it’s better if you heard the story from her.” Daiki’s words echo in his head, “I know she placed a lot on your plate these past six years but she has her reasons, I’m not saying that you should forgive her immediately. I’m just asking you to listen.”

Atsumu gets out of his car and takes out his phone, calling the number he got from Daiki. You had never exchanged numbers even after all that had happened. Now that he noticed, you were keen on distancing yourself from him. Ever since the beginning, you were so adamant to push him out of your life in the same cold way like before.

How could he not have noticed?

He curses himself in his head, for all the times he had to be slow, why now?

“Hello?” Your voice is groggy, signaling that you were asleep, “May I know who's on the line?”

“I’m downstairs.” he blurted out, not knowing what to say, he knows you recognize his voice, “Can we talk Y/N?”

“Miya-san? What are you?- It’s almost twelve-”

“One last time, Y/N.” He pleads, voice soft as he says your name, “Please?”

You hang up soon after, he doesn’t care if he has to stake out here in his car for the whole night and wait for you to come down in the morning. Right now, all that matters is you.

Only you.

Thankfully, he doesn’t need to do that since he sees you going out of your apartment a few moments later in a large black coat with mismatched socks, if it weren’t for the gravity of the situation, he would’ve teased you for your unusual get-up.

“I thought I told you that I didn’t want to have anything to do with you anymore.” in contrast to your soft tone, your words are harsh and if it were the old him, he’d have back down but he knows something now.

He takes in a deep breath and lets out a drawling sigh as he removes his scarf, “It’s cold tonight.” He observes, ignoring the harsh words you said as he inches closer to you to wrap his scarf around your neck.

“You smell like alcohol.”

“Aomine-san and I went out for a drink.” He recounts, tying the scarf on your neck. He sucks in a deep breath before he says the following words, “You know Y/N, you never told me his name.”

“Excuse me?” You're confused by the sudden words as you try to remove the scarf but he stops you and grabs a hold of your hands instead, clasping his fingers on yours like the old times. He loved the warmth you radiated. It always felt nice.

“The name of that bastard who left you.” He stated. He’s so close to you to the point that you could smell the saki and perfume on him, hear his ragged breathing, and hear the thumping of his heart. You try to remove yourself from his grasp but you’re trapped in his stare and tight hold, “What’s his name, Y/N?”

“I told you, it’s none-”

“Just a name, Y/N.”

Silence ensued between you two and you nervously gulp down.

So it really was him.

This was now or never.

“Just for one moment, can you stop running away from me?” he begs, as he inched closer to hug you and place his head on your shoulder, “Just stop running, Y/N. You don’t have to tell me what happened and why you ran away back then, just let me love you now and be a father to those kids.”

It's silent for a moment and he feels fear engulf him again, his confidence slowly vanishing. Were you going to push him away again?

Yet he feels you starting to tremble on his hold and something wet on his shoulders, he suddenly stands up straight to find you crying on his shoulder, “You’re so fucking stupid, did you know that?” you suddenly cried, “I literally broke up with you on the fucking phone, ran away from you-”

“Yet you never forgot me and raised those kids very well on your own.” He hummed, cutting you off as he rested his head on top of yours, still hugging you tightly. Yes, this was right, the warmth that he wanted was right here, he was finally at ease.His anxiety was slowly dwindling, “God, I should’ve tried harder to not make you feel that way before.”

“I-It’s my fault.” You stammered, “I kept doubting you and kept running from you.”

“You must’ve been scared, sweetheart.” He murmured, cutting you off as he ignores you recounting your past ‘mistakes’ --- he wouldn’t call it mistakes though, they were the seeds of doubt that he planted on you, so he was technically at fault there, he should’ve tried harder to not make you feel that way. He should’ve been more observant ---- He buries himself on your scent and draws small circles on your back to soothe your shaking figure. You’d do this to him a lot before, it was his turn now to return all the comfort and support you gave him.

Atsumu slowly lets go and sees you’re a mess in front of him from the red rims under your eyes to the wet cheeks to your non-stop shaking figure.

‘...You always had trouble expressing yourself naturally to people after all.’

No, it seemed like you had turned it off towards other people except your kids. Atsumu noted how strong you were towards your kids, how you tried hard to build a home for them and be the most genuine mother you could be, it breaks his heart that he wasn’t there to help and support you.

He slowly brings his hands up and softly cups your cheeks to wipe the stray tears, “I know that I can’t take all your problems and baggage away for a night but I’ll be here, Y/N. I’ll be here even if you’re annoyed, I’ll be here even if you throw me out because of the confusion you have with your feelings. I’ll stay. Permanently, no take-backs.”

You shakily lift your hands to grab a hold of his rough hands and squeeze it to make sure this is all real, that this wasn’t a dream.

“You’re an idiot.” You sniffle, taking in his warmth and basking on it, “I really told you to be selfish, for once. Why can’t you do that?”

“That’s ironic coming from you.” he mused, “You were always the giver in our relationship in your own way, you raised our kids in the best way possible. I could think of a million ways that you were the giver in our relationship and I was more of the receiver.” Atsumu chuckles at the irony as he slowly runs his fingers through your hair. He feels better now that everything is out of the way, that he can finally hold you with no restrictions. The little family with you that was supposed to be a fleeting moment, was now slowly becoming a reality.

“In the end, all that matters is that I love you. It’s never changed for the past six years, Y/N. I doubt it’ll change in the long run.” he confessed, leaning in to give you a brief kiss on the temple. You feel yourself start to calm down as you rested on his chest and listen to his heart beat.

You missed that sound, the sound of home.

It takes a while for you to actually settle down and sit with your kids, Atsumu reminds you that you could take your time in the introductions, even volunteering that he could help you with it but you decided against it in the end. This was your responsibility. You still had to make up for the past six years of heartbreak you gave to the poor man and your kids.

Atsumu doesn’t shy away though, he comes by after his morning training during your lunch break to have lunch with you and even volunteers to pick up the kids after class before his nightly training.

Slow pace and baby steps as he’d like to call it.

“Jiji’s acting weird.” Yuuto frowns as he picks on his fish with his chopsticks, “He’s been hanging around us too much, kaasan.”

“Yeah!” Youta echoes, “Is he going to be like Daiki-ojisan? Is he going to be our ojisan?”

You place your chopsticks down and stare at the pair in front of you. It would be hard to explain to the pair about Atsumu and his relationship with them, you almost wanted to call the man himself to help you explain but you decided against it.

This was now or never.

“Can kaasan tell you something?” You softly ask, placing your chopsticks down, the steamed fish long forgotten.

“What is it, kaasan?” Youta asks innocently, tilting his head just a bit, “Did jiji do something again? Should me and yu do something about it?”

“No,” you shake your head, “It’s...It’s about your otosan…”

Silence enveloped the table, the boys never talked about their father in front of you because they noticed how sad you’d be by the mere mention of their father yet that didn’t stop them from asking around your close circle of friends like Atsumu and Daiki. Did you find out about their interest? Were they going to be scolded?

“I...I want to introduce him to you…” You slowly began, “he...he’s come home…”

Youta and Yuuto’s eyes widen immediately, “He? He has?” Yuuto suddenly exclaimed, standing up from his chair. You could detect the excitement in his eyes, “What does he look like, kaasan? Does he have the same hair as us? Does he look like us? Did- did he get all his dreams?”

“Is he a doctor, kaasan? Or does he play sports like Daiki-ojisan and jiji?” Youta adds, wondering out loud, “Weird. We’re not that famous yet, kaasan. Is he going to be proud of us?”

You feel your heart thump and your eyes water at the question as you swallow the lump on your throat, “He’s, he’s very proud of you.” you try to blink away the tears, “In fact, your otosan was very scared because you might hate him.”

“Is that why he wasn’t able to come home?” Yuuto asks quietly, he had always been smart for his age.

You were silent for a moment and you take in a very deep breath, when they were old enough you’d tell them all about what happened, in the meantime, you’d tell them a simple explanation, “No, it was kaasan’s fault...Your otosan wasn’t able to come home because of kaasan…”

“Will...will you tell us why, kaasan?” Youta questions, you could tell that he was scared to ask that question.

“Because kaasan was scared…” You paused, trying to find the right words to explain to them, “Kaasan had you when me and your otosan was still quite young so kaasan ran away…”

“Did o-otosan not want us then?” Yuuto quivers, his lifted spirits now down, you could tell that he was trying to hold it in. You immediately had to stand up and rush to their side to comfort them, “Of course not!” You exclaimed, taking their hands and bending to their level, “It’s just, kaasan had very bad things happening around her that she had to run away.”

“Are...are the bad things gone now then, kaasan?”

You turn to Youta whose eyes were soft and spirits down too, he seemed to have grasped the situation yet at the same time, he couldn’t get it. Maybe it was a big kids type of thing? Would he understand this all when he was older?

“Almost…” You quietly replied, you knew you still had a lot of things to fix within yourself like Atsumu had said, it’s not something you can ever get rid of but it’s never bad to take a helping hand once in a while, “Your otosan is helping me and you guys are helping me too, so they’re slowly disappearing…”

“When...when will we meet him? Our otosan?”

You’re silent for a second and you nervously tell them to wait a moment as you go to your room to take out a Polaroid, one with you and Atsumu in it. It’s an old one, taken on your last anniversary. It’s one of those memorabilia's you kept of him that you could never throw away.

You come back to the table and sit across them as you place the picture in front of them, “You’ve met him already…”

Youta’s eyes widen, “Isn’t this…”

“Jiji?” Yuuto finishes, jaw slacken.

You couldn’t tell if they were happy or disappointed at all. Their faces were bare stripped of emotion, the only thing you detected was shock.

“It was never your otosan’s fault, I…” You shakily sighed, holding in the tears, “It was mine, I’m so sorry…I’m so so sorry…”

At that moment, you really didn’t know how you should face them or how you should explain it to them, you were so caught up in your fears and anxiety that you didn’t notice how soft their features became, “Will you tell us?” Youta asks.

You look them both in the eye.

“Will you tell us why where we’re older, kaasan?” Yuuto adds.

Your shaking ceased when you heard those words.

Ah yes, they were their father’s kids. Always so patient, always there to listen to you. How were you blessed with such good kids? You broke down a smile reserved just for them.

“Yes, when you’re ready and older.” You affirmed, bowing down in apology, “I hope you’ll be patient with me then.”

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likeahorribledream · 4 years ago

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The One That Got Away

Chapter 2: James Buchanan Barnes

Summary: Bucky and Charlie spend some time alone, getting to know each other. All goes well until Bucky gets some news that he hoped never to get.

Word count: 3.6k

TW: Fluff, angst, mentions of: war, fights, blood, injuries, wounds.

Summary | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

The idea of dancing had long been forgotten, Charlie, Steve and Bucky spent the rest of the night sitting in their booth talking about everything that they could think of. They couldn’t stop smiling or laughing, their cheeks and stomachs hurt from the muscles being overused but none of them cared. They were having such a great time.

Still smiling from a joke Steve had just told, Charlie turned to Bucky while pointing at the blonde sitting next to her.

‘’Has he always picked fight with every guy he met, or is it new?’’

Bucky snorted, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

‘’If you only knew.’’ He said, looking at Steve. ‘’He’s been doing this for as long as I can remember. That’s how we became friends actually. The school year had just started, some kid made fun of him and Steve just raised his tiny fists and challenged him to a fight. Literally challenged him. Like he was in a Western or somethin’. We were 7 at the time, andthe other kid was HUGE compared to Steve. I couldn’t just do nothing so I stepped in and we’ve been best friends ever since.’’

‘’He wasn’t that big’’ Steve mumbled while frowning, which made Bucky laugh.

‘’Sure, pal. Whatever helps you sleep at night.’’ Steve rolled his eyes at his friend’s answer.

‘’Bucky always steps in before I can do anything. I would have kicked that kid’s ass, I just know it.’’

Charlie and Bucky exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. She patted Steve on the shoulder and smiled at him.

‘’Oh, Stevie. Even Iknow that’s not true, and I’ve only known you for a few months.’’ Which only made Steve frown more. He crossed his arms over his chest, almost pouting.

Charlie shook her head slightly, smiling fondly at her new friend’s child-like attitude. She kissed his cheek quickly and whispered a quick apology, telling him she was sure he would have won against that other kid to make him feel better.

The blonde blushed at the kiss and smiled.

Bucky looked at their exchange and felt a little bit of jealously creeping up when he saw her kiss his best friend’s cheek. He quickly pushed down the feeling, clearing his throat and going back to telling other stories about his and Steve’s friendship throughout the years.

It was around midnight when they decided to call it a night and left the pub.

The breeze that hit them as soon as they stepped outside felt nice.

The pub was so packed with people that it had gotten beyond hot.

Charlie was about to say goodnight and start walking back to her place when Bucky motioned his head in the general direction of where she was headed.

‘’Come on, we’ll walk you home.’’

Steve nodded to what Bucky said and the three of them started walking.

They stopped once they were at Charlie’s front door.

She hugged her friend goodnight and then turned to James. She smiled at him, kissed his cheek and wished him a happy birthday once again before making her way to the door.

She unlocked it, stepped inside and wave them goodbye before closing the door.

Steve smirked when he saw Bucky blush slightly at the kiss, but didn’t say anything.

Before the men went their separate ways to go home, Steve gave his friend the gift he had gotten him and waved him good night.

That night both Charlie and Bucky went to sleep with a small smile on their lips, thinking about one another and hoping they would get to see each other again, soon.

Charlie was back working behind her desk, answering calls, on Monday.

Her week of shadowing nurse Jones was over, sadly. She had loved it so much and was looking into taking nursing classes and Jones was more than happy to help her take the next step.

On Tuesday, Charlie had just gotten back from her lunch when the front door of the clinic opened. At the sound of the door, Charlie looked up and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when she saw Steve walking in.

What she wasn’t expecting was Bucky following right behind him.

‘’If it isn’t our favorite patient.’’ Jones said, looking at the blonde. ‘’What is it today?’’

Charlie got up and approached Steve, looking him over. She frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow.

‘’Are you ok? Because you don’t look hurt.’’ She kept looking him over, all she saw were the bruises that were already there last week.

There were no fresh bruises or wounds. Steve just shrugged.

‘’I got into a tiny fight, Bucky was right behind me so the other guy didn’t really get any good punches in before Buck chased him away. I’m totally fine, but Bucky wanted to make sure I was ok.’’He rolled his eyes at how dramatic his best friendwas being.

Steve hadn’t put up much of a fight when James had pushed for him to go to the clinic telling Steve they had to make sure he was ok. He knew that going to the clinic had nothing to do with his possible injuries and everything to do with the girl working the front desk.

Another girl took over the phones for Charlie while she went into nurse Jones’ office with the boys.

Steve went directly to take a seat on the small table in the middle of the office. His table as nurse Jones liked to call it, teasing him because of all the times he had came in over the last few months.

He rarely got seriously hurt but after the sprained ankle, Steve liked going to the clinic and getting checked out. It was a way for him to see his new friend and he really loved Jones. She reminded him of his mother and liked to be around her. Usually Jones would have told Steve to stop coming in unless he was really injured but everyone at the clinic was very fond of him and didn’t mind whenever he came in.

Charlie had been put on ‘’Steve Duty’’ as they called it, meaning that whenever he came in she would be the one to assess his injuries and if she saw something serious she had to go get a nurse or a doctor.

She pointed to the chair in the corner while closing the door behind Bucky.

‘’You can sit over there if you want.’’ She smiled at him before walking to Steve.

‘’I’m telling you, I’m fine.’’ Steve fussed while Charlie was examining him, turning his head slowly side to side, patting him down gently, limb by limb, to see if anything hurt and making sure that every bone was where it was supposed to be.

She hadn’t found a single thing wrong with him and sighed in relief. She took a few steps backwards and looked at Steve who was getting down from the table.

‘’Told ya I was fine’’ he said at the same time his feet touched the ground.

‘’You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to fight me.’’ She pointed a finger at him. ‘’Cuz if you don’t stop getting into trouble I’m the one who’s going to kick your ass.’’

She tried to keep a straight face and really tried to look menacing. It could have worked, but Charlie was such a sweet girl that it was impossible to take her threat seriously.

Both Steve and Bucky started laughing. Charlie looked at them and started laughing too, knowing very well how non-threatening she was.

Bucky stood up from the chair he had sat on and walked towards Steve and Charlie.

‘’It’s alright Doll, I’ll kick his ass for you.’’ losing his smile, throwing a death stare at his friend.

He looked a lot more menacing than she did.

‘’Thank you.’’ She laughed, sticking out her tongue at Steve.

‘’If I had known you two were going to team up against me, I wouldn’t have introduced the two of you.’’ Steve said, sticking out his tongue back at Charlie.

They laughed and then Charlie clapped her hands together, making both men jumped.

‘’Are you both free this weekend? I want to bring you somewhere!’’ She said, excited.

They hadn’t made any plans, and agreed to go with her and decided to meet Saturday in front of Charlie’s house and from there they would walk together.

The rest of the week went by painfully slow. Steve hadn’t come back, which was extremely surprising but comforting to know he hadn’t gotten hurt again.

On Saturday morning Charlie got up and ready, ate her breakfast and went outside to wait for the boys.

They finally came around the corner, Steve looking like his usual chipper self while Bucky looked a little... grumpy. He clearly wasn’t a morning person.

‘’Good morning!’’ She greeted them once they had reached her.

‘’ ‘morning.’’ Bucky mumbled.

Charlie couldn’t help herself and laughed.

‘’It’s 10 am, how are you so tired still?’’

Bucky only shrugged as an answer and they started walking. Letting him wake up slowly, Charlie and Steve talked among themselves looking at their friend once in a while to make sure he was still following/awake.

‘’So, where are we going?’’

‘’You’ll see Stevie. Patience.’’ She grinned.

They walked for all of 10 minutes when they finally stopped in front of a tiny store. It was hidden between two bigger stores, so hidden that if you didn’t know it was there you could easily miss it. There was no sign, no name just books in the tiny window.

‘’Welcome to my little piece of heaven.’’ Charlie said while opening the door all excited.

The moment you stepped into the bookstore, you were hit by a strong smell of new and old books. It was one of the things that Charlie loved about this store.

She waved at the woman behind the register and brought the boys to the back of the store, where the shelves were.

Bucky seemed to have perked up at the sight of all the books.

The trio started walking around, looking at different books and reading a few pages here and there. Even though it wasn’t a library, they whispered the whole time they were there.

They spent an hour walking around, picking up books and putting them on the counter near the register.

‘’Let’s remember that we have to carry those books back, on foot’’ Steve reminded them while laughing.

Charlie pouted a little before putting a couple books back on the shelves, making a mental note to come back in a few days to buy them.

Once their choices were made, they paid for all their new books. The owner giving them a generous discount, joking that Charlie was the only reason they were able to keep the lights on, making her blush in the process.

This was the first of many outings. After that morning at the bookstore, they started making plans and seeing each other a few days a week. The 3 of them got along very well and had the best time when they were together.

Two weeks had gone by and they had once again made plans together. They were going to meet Charlie during her lunch break and go eat at the diner across the street from the clinic.

It was almost time for Charlie’s break and right before Bucky was about to leave his house, Steve called to tell him something had come up and he wouldn’t be able to join them.

He thought it was odd because Steve never canceled last minute but still decided to go, he didn’t want Charlie to eat alone.

Of course, this was all a part of Steve’s matchmaking plan. When they decided on eating lunch together, he had no intention on showing up.

He never felt like the third wheel when they were together but he could see that his two best friends wanted to spend some time alone, and it was totally fine with him since it was his plan from the moment he introduced them.

It was finally time for lunch, Charlie was starving and she couldn’t wait to see her friends.

She got up from her chair and told the nurse in charge that she was leaving to go to lunch and that she’ll be back in an hour.

When she stepped out of the clinic, she noticed Bucky was alone. She thought it was strange because Steve was never late.

‘’Is Steve running late?’’Charlie asked while hugging Bucky to say hello.

‘’No. He called right before I left to say something came up and he couldn’t make it.’’

Charlie raised an eyebrow, surprised. Bucky shrugged giving her a look that said I know, it’s weird.

They crossed the street to the diner and once they were inside a waitress walked them to a table in the back corner. They sat and picked up the menus.

‘’I’m so hungry.’’ Charlie almost whined, looking over all the options and it made Bucky chuckle.

The waitress came back to take their order a few minutes later. She spent most of her time at their table openly flirting with Bucky, batting her eyelashes at him and laughing every time he said something, even if it wasn’t funny.

He smiled at her, politely, but never flirted back.

Charlie had to admit she was a little bit surprised. Before meeting him, she had heard all types of rumours about Bucky and how he was always with a different girl. Those rumours were clearly wrong, otherwise he would have jumped at the chance.

She was glad he didn’t flirt back, her mood had shifted when she saw how the waitress acted. She didn’t know why and convinced herself it was because it was rude of her to flirt so shamelessly when Charlie was sitting right there, for all she knew she could have been his girlfriend and she didn’t even seem to care. It definitely wasn’t jealousy. Definitely not.

The waitress finally walked away after writing down their order.

Charlie had gotten a bit worried when Bucky told her Steve couldn’t make it, she was scared it was going to be awkward and filled with uncomfortable silences but it was the opposite.

They had no trouble finding topics of conversation, the only time it was silent between them is when they were chewing their food.

It didn’t take long for them to finish eating, they had been so hungry that the minute their plates touched the table they started eating, barely stopping.

Once they were done, the waitress came over to clean up and tried getting Bucky’s attention once again and failed, again. He was too busy chatting with his friend to even notice her looks.

There was still 40 minutes left to Charlie’s lunch break so they decided to stay at the dinner.

‘’How come everybody calls you Bucky?’’

She had been wondering about his nickname since the first time she heard Steve call him that.

‘’Steve gave me that nickname when we were kids. It just stuck and now everybody calls me that. I find it almost weird when people call me by my first name.’’ He laughs. ‘’Now he only calls me Buck though. He said he didn’t like that everybody used his nickname so he had to find another one.’’

Charlie laughed, that wasn’t surprising of Steve.

‘’My full name is James Buchanan Barnes. That’s where he got the Bucky from.’’

Charlie nodded and smiled.

‘’He loves giving people nickname, doesn’t he?’’ She laughed. ‘’After we met he started calling me Char. I absolutely hate it so he’s the only one who’s allowed to use it.’’

Bucky chuckled and raised an eyebrow, curiously.

‘’What do people usually call you then?’’

She shrugged. ‘’Just Charlie.’’

‘’Well we need to fix that. You deserve to have a nickname that isn’t Char.’’ He teased and started to think.

Bucky racked his brain, trying to come up with something cute. He wasn’t really good at coming up with names. He thought of everything he knew about her.

He thought about the day they had met and finally found something. He remembered that the dress she had on the night of his birthday had flowers on it.

‘’Lily.’’ He simply said. ‘’I’m going to call you Lily now.’’

Charlie smiled, loving the nickname. It was cute.

‘’No one else can use it but me.’’ Bucky added.

Charlie laughed.

‘’Why?’’

‘’I’m the one who came up with it, other people can come up with something else. Lily is mine.’’ He smiled, proud of his idea.

Charlie tried to hide the pink that crept to her cheek when he said that Lily was his, bringing the attention back to him.

‘’Then I have to find something for you.’’ She started to think, looking at him for ideas. ‘’James Buchanan Barnes.’’ She repeated a few times out loud, hoping it would trigger something.

‘’Just call me James. You’ll be the only one.’’ He offered, he just loved hearing his first name coming out of her mouth.

It sounded different from when other people said it and he was embarrassed of how much of an effect her saying his name had on him. Charlie smiled brightly at him.

‘’Sold?’’

‘’Sold.’’ He grinned.

Charlie extended her hand towards Bucky and stuck out her pinky finger. He looked at her, confused as what she was doing.

‘’We just made a deal, we have to pinky promise now.’’

He laughed softly, thinking she was adorable. He stuck out his pinky finger, amused, and wrapped it around hers, sealing the ‘’deal’’ witha promise.

Letting go of each other’s hand, Charlie was about to change topics when she noticed Bucky wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, instead he was focused on the conversation the people sitting at the table behind him were having.

She hadn’t noticed them before now, but as soon as she laid eyes on them she quickly understood why Bucky started listening. They were in full uniforms.

Soldiers.

The two of them were talking about how the war overseas was getting worse and not enough men were enlisting. In a few months, they would have to draft any man over 18 that was healthy enough to go fight.

Charlie looked at Bucky, he looked like he had seen a ghost and looked a lot paler than usual.

Steve had told her once how both their fathers had been in the army, fightingf or their country. Both had died.

Steve wanted to be like his dad, he tried to enlist every chance he got but because of his health issues he kept being denied. He had also told her how Bucky felt about about it all.

He wanted to honor his dad, make him proud but he was scared to die. Rightfully so.

Charlie saw the panic in his eyes and brought his attention back to her.

‘’Hey.’’She said softly, ‘’Let’s get out of here, yeah?’’

He simply nodded and they got up.

They paid and left, crossing the street back to the clinic.

Bucky hadn’t said a single word since he had heard the soldiers talking.

Charlie started to worry, not because he wasn’t talking but because it seemed like his thoughts were going a mile a minute.

‘’Bucky.’’

Nothing.

‘’James.’’

Finally, he looked at her. He tried to smile to reassure her, seeing how worried she looked but she saw right through it.

She reached out and took his hand gently.

‘’It’s going to be ok, James.’’

She gave his hand a squeeze and he squeezed back. Hearing her say his name brought a genuine smile to his face.

Charlie had to go back to work, even though she didn’t want to.

It didn’t feel right to leave him like this but she really had no choice if she wanted to keep her job.

Bucky stepped towards her, bringing her to his chest and hugging her tightly, as if he was scared of what would happen if he let go.

She wasn’t used to this.

They had hugged before but never like this. It was always a bit hesitant, the both of them being shy, it only lasted a few seconds but not this time.

She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him back, just as tightly.

She hated seeing him like this and the way he hugged her broke her heart.

She hold on to him, only letting go when he did, not a second before.

She promised she would call him as soon as she got home that night.

‘’Thank you.’’ He finally spoke.

Thanking her for making him feel better, not pressing him with a bunch of questions.

He knew Steve had probably told her about his dad but they didn’t need to talk about it for her to know what was wrong. She was just there when he needed her and it made him feel less alone.

He was thankful he didn’t need to talk for her to understand how he was feeling. He wasn’t sure he could find the words, anyway.

He smiled one more time at her, but it wasn’t his usual, brighter-than-the-sun smile. He looked sad.

She smiled back at him, trying to look as reassuring as she possibly could, not really sure if she was succeeding.

He started walking home and she waited until she couldn’t see him anymore before going inside.

The whole afternoon she thought of the emotions in Bucky’s eyes, her heart heavy in her chest.

As soon as her shift was over, she rushed home. Keeping her promise, she called Bucky the second she got home.

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gas-station-trackphone · 5 years ago

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Fic Recs/Mandatory Reading for Reddie fans

Here is an incomplete list of some of my favorite Reddie fics on ao3, because i cannot get over the sheer talent of this fandom’s wonderful writers! A lot of these are the Greatest Hits that you’ll find on almost every fic list, but that’s why I consider them mandatory reading. like if you haven’t read some of these, what are you doing?

the years go by like days by georgiestauffenberg, rated M

the 27 years in between, but better because richie and eddie stay together. every time i think of this fic, i think of that lady gaga meme where she’s like “brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, etc” and maybe it’s bc this is one of the first reddie fics i ever read, but this one is always gonna be my favorite

broken record by spunknbite, rated E

the mother of all time loop fics. every reddie veteran gets chills at the phrase “the house on Neibolt was still standing”

literally everything by stitchy

like seriously just clear a few days bc you’re not gonna want to stop reading this author once you start. no other author has made me literally fucking cackle in one paragraph and sob in the next like this one, pls do yourself a favor and devour all their works like i did

the night we met (take me back) by camerasparring, rated E

ch2 fix-it where eddie shows up at richie’s door alive and with no memory. great slow burn with a wonderfully conflicted richie, 10/10

let’s hear it for my baby! series by cloudings, rated E

OOOOOOOHHH boy! a modern teen!reddie grindr AU that’s both steamy AND sweet?? more like a fucking blessing amen hallelujah

a heart that laughter has made sweet by marjaani, rated E

another lovely teen!reddie fic that’s got it all! sweet, stupid boys, humor, a teeny bit of angst, and some 5-alarm fire smut with some top eddie, as a treat

keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice. by theappleppielifestyle, rated T

angst with a happy ending is my favorite, and this one is just fantastic. so sweet, so sad! and stan is featured as eddie’s afterlife buddy and idk about y’all but i cannot get enough of stanley uris in my reddie fics. read this, then read all this author’s reddie fics, they’re all amazing

collateral by loosecannon, sheepknitssweater, rated E

a post-ch2 fic that i guess could be classified as fix-it, BUT with some very interesting twists. they beat the clown, everyone lives, but no one really gets the tropey happy ending. the WIP sequel is also incredible and i live for the updates.

the greater fool series by mischiefmanager, mostly rated T with some E

this is a series i’ll reread a lot bc it’s so fucking good. follows young reddie into early adulthood, mostly a bunch of cute shit where they figure out themselves and their relationship. also contains the single best teen reddie fic in existence, he came in through the window, but reading the whole series is a must

brokeback derry and everything else by Amuly, rated E

27 years in between, richie and eddie reconnect in their 20s and meet back up in derry twice a year to remember and love each other before going back to their lives and forgetting. so much pain. there’s a lot of sweet stuff in there, but you can see shit’s gonna get complicated from miles away and the anticipation almost gave me stomach ulcers (in a good way). ultimate angst with a happy ending.

let me name the stars for you by playedwright, rated M

speaking of angst with a happy ending...Martian AU!!!!! this one fucked me up in the best way, i literally called my roommate at 2am to vent to her about my emotions after reading it. i go back and reread chapter 8 just to be overwhelmed by it, and it makes me cry every time. plus, there are awesome sequels/companion pieces in the series! read this, i beg you!

walk through fire for you by hyruling, rated T

unwind after all that angst with some cute, drunk, confused eddie being very upset when he finds out richie is engaged. richie only teases him a little before pointing out the matching ring on eddie’s finger.

in the heat of the summer (you're so different from the rest) by kaboomslang, rated E

post-ch2 slow burn with tags that really say it all, including but not limited to: eddie moves to california and richie is a mess, Eddie Kaspbrak’s Hot Girl Summer, and cute middle aged man dates

pivotal moments by danfanciesphil, polypocket, rated E

high school reddie has a sort of fwb thing goin on, but emotions get in the way. featuring wonderful bevchie friendship, hella miscommunication, cute double dates, high eddie, and a happy ending

like a bullet in the back by jerry_duty, rated M

adult idiots in love! a personal favorite trope of mine! slow burn with a fair helping of angst but a really great ending. richie stays with eddie in new york while he’s there on business, and it takes these losers SO LONG to figure it out but the way they dance around it is very cute

no sense of living without aim [WIP] by liesmyth, rated E

richie and eddie meet on grindr in the 27 years between and hey, whadda ya know, they fall in love! i really love this fic but i’m pretty sure it’s been abandoned. i’ve had it open on my phone browser for like 3 months with no update but i still check it regularly bc i’m pathetic and this fic is just so good i’m DYING to know what happens next so read at ur own risk

a strange sense of familiarity [WIP] by Katranga, rated E

another “they meet and fall in love without remembering” fic, and even though it’s not complete yet, it gets regular updates. oh, also, i’m obsessed with it. they’re long distance fuck buddies who can’t admit they’re in love, and then they get hit with the childhood memories! and everyone lives! what’s not to love! also PLEASE read kisses take like mint and every other reddie work by this author, they are all fantastic

adult friends by sudowoodo, rated T

AU where adult reddie meet at a first aid seminar for work (immediately fall in love), become friends, become best friends, and finally get to be happy. has some super repressed eddie and intensely pining richie, which is always fun, and genuinely made me laugh out loud. also please check out this author’s other reddie fics, there’s some super sweet kid reddie in there that really warms the heart

the mind's a funny fruit by joldiego, rated T

eddie wakes up barely alive in derry, has 0 memory, calls himself richie, and moves in with some lesbians. an absolute must read that ought to be on every reddie fic rec compilation. i read this a long time ago and just thinking about it makes me want to read it again.

now what i'm gonna say may sound indelicate [WIP] by IfItHollers, rated E

it took me entirely too long to find this fic since i joined the fandom, and it’s truly a fucking masterpiece. it’s almost at 200k now and still unfinished, and the slow burn is excruciating, but this is a legendary fic for a reason. eddie spends the first chunk of this fic in the hospital recovering from the massive chest wound, and then he and richie move the recovery to ben’s cabin in the woods. the author’s notes for each chapter are a story in themselves

signs of a new lifetime by swordfishtrombones, rated T

one of the sweetest, most romantic reddie fics i’ve ever read. a fresh take on a classic concept: post-ch2, they’re in love, they haven’t said/done anything about it yet, BUT!!! it’s not angsty! they are all cute and giggly like “you say it first!” “no, you say it first!” and it makes me fucking MELT

broadcasting tower by swordfishtrombones, rated E

back-to-back recs from the same author! bc i love these fics so much! sort of similar to the last one in that they both know what’s up and just haven’t said it, but this one’s got the angst! i didn’t know when i read it that it was the same author as the other fic, and i thought how funny, i found another reddie author that perfectly captures this pair in such a wonderfully romantic way! i also just noticed there’s a follow up to this so now i have to go read that immediately

eurydice; the original comeback kid by Vulcanodon, rated M

for the love of god please read this and the other work in this series. it’s a ch-2 fix-it with some intense action sequences and major pining, and it has haunted me since i first read it

love on the telephone by tempestbreak, rated E

okay this one is really just 30k of pure smut but it’s also so sweet and features a mini sexual awakening for eddie and some insecure richie with an emphasis on how much they love and trust each other. also it doesn’t hurt that the smut is fire, like does anyone else want that twink obliterated, or is it just me?

the boy who loves you by candlejill, rated E

eddie lives, richie confesses, things are chill and then they’re not. richie’s career flourishes, which is always nice to read and is what ultimately catalyzes eddie’s gay awakening and realization of his love for richie. it’s got some sad angsty parts and a very sweet ending, and it up there as one of my favorite reddie fics of all time

richie and eddie break up [WIP] by skeilig, rated M

a refreshing and realistic take on life ch-2 for the losers, because being in love at thirteen doesn’t mean you can fall into a perfect relationship at 40. i’ll admit, i’m hoping this will ultimately be a “richie and eddie get back together” fic, but it’s still a very good read (and often very funny in the second chapter) at the moment in the midst of their break up

september 1989 and everything else by pineapplecrushface, rated T

cute kid reddie figuring it out and making me smile. the follow up to this and the after derry series by this author are also personal favorites

go west by ssstrychnine, rated T

road trip fic! an absolute work of art slow burn with teen reddie in the 90s. it’s so beautifully written i just wish i could go back and read it for the first time again

the edification of eddie kaspbrak by tozier, rated M

character study with some incredible fucking prose, my lord it gorgeous. explores how eddie learns about love as he grows up, and it’s super fucking sad sometimes bc the poor boy doesn’t know how to have the things he wants and i just want to give him a hug, but it’s really a spectacular fic

circular motion by sinchronicity, rated M

soulmate!AU that follows book canon and even though it’s been a long time since i’ve read it and the details are fuzzy, i remember absolutely loving it and thinking it was incredible

tell me you know by RichiesToesHurt, rated E

college losers with some severely pining and jealous richie with a lovely ending

predicament bondage [WIP] by dgalerab, rated E

i resisted reading this fic for so long, recently broke and binged all of it, and now i’m like frothing at the mouth for updates. richie’s a closeted actor/comedian who meets eddie, a professional Dom, when he needs help researching a role. they become friends, they develop crushes, richie realizes he’s a sub, and it’s just so much fun to read

there’s a lot more fics to rec so i might add on to this in the future, but in the meantime my biggest tip for for reading fanfiction that took me embarrassingly long to figure out: focus on the authors! if you read something you like, check out the rest of the work by that author bc odds are you’ll like that too. i mentioned it in a few specific works above, but check out the authors catalogues for these fics. if i included every work by these authors that i loved, this list would be miles long

feel free to add on any great stuff i missed, there’s sure to be tons of it!

#reddie #reddie fanfiction #fic rec #IT movie #it stephen king #losers club #these are mostly just my ao3 bookmarks #there's more in my ao3 if you want to check me out: lilypond3

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 4 years ago

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my worst fear is demetri and hawk getting together, but through an outing or cheating storyline. theyre very common tropes and i know yasmine is definitely gonna pose a problem to their relationship at some point.

I know right!!! Like I’m not a big Yasmine fan (still not really inclined to forgive her for all that shit she pulled in Season 1 just because she’s like...being slightly nicer to Demetri, and no one else?), but it kinda sucks to think about even HER getting mixed up and hurt in the mess of these two boys very much convinced they’re Big Straight finally coming to terms with their sexualities. Like I get realizing you’re gay or bi can be messy, ESPECIALLY at a high school like the kids go to where you can get picked on for literally ANYTHING, but no one deserves to be essentially used as a Beard, even if it’s unintentional. And having Demetri cheat on Yas with Eli would just be so...ugh, for so many reasons. Like for one, they’re already DONE the cheating thing with the whole Robby x Sam x Miguel x Tory thing...we don’t need ANOTHER cheating storyline just to create interesting romantic drama. And it’s not like gay cheating is all that different from straight cheating at its core, so it’s not like it would be that fresh or interesting of a take on the whole cheating plotline anyways.

Besides, the cheating plot often just...isn’t very fun to watch a lot of the time, because you’re just facepalming at all these characters just making very dumb and selfish decisions instead of like...communicating? Like I love these characters but it’s harder to root for them when I see them cheating on their SOs, since that’s just like...such a shitty thing to do, even if said SO isn’t my fave. I can kinda forgive the Samiguel cheating thing, considering they were both drunk and all and it was a bit of a spur of the moment deal, but consciously and repeatedly cheating on your girlfriend with your best guy friend just because you’re too scared to admit to yourself you’re gay??? Nah, fuck that. Like you don’t have to publicly announce you’re into guys or anything, but leave leading girls on out of it!!!! If you’d really rather secretly bang/kiss a guy, then dump your girlfriend and then continue to secretly bang/kiss said guy!!! It’s just...SO crappy to use someone as a cover-up like that, and it would make me lose a lot of sympathy for Demetri if he did. And it would FRUSTRATE me too, like??? If you want Eli so bad, break up with Yaz then??? Sure, it might lose him some of the popularity points he seems to enjoy, but that’s better than staying with someone you’ve lost the spark with just so you can go behind their back.

I’m honestly hoping if Yasmine is used in a Demetri/Eli plot, she’ll be there to kinda represent what Demetri THINKS he should want vs. what he ACTUALLY wants (i.e. Eli). Like Yasmine’s the ideal girlfriend, social status-wise--gorgeous, popular, sexy, doesn’t take shit from anyone since she’s at the top of the food chain (or at least seems to still think she is). In a way, she represents everything Demetri has ever wanted--acceptance, adoration, the respect of his peers, the power that comes from being near The Top, wherever “The Top” really is. So when he starts dating her, he just has to wonder why he feels so...unfulfilled? Why he’s not as happy as he always dreamed he would be when the day finally came that Yasmine looked his way? And he hates himself for it, but he finds half the time he spends time with her, listening to her talk about manicures and dresses and designer bags, he wishes he was with Eli instead, watching Doctor Who. It makes him wonder if being with a rich girl isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And that little tingle he gets in his chest whenever the newly-mellowed-out Hawk/Eli starts excitedly rambling about “nerd shit” again, just like he used to...is that normal? Why does he find himself caring more about Eli’s opinions of him than his own girlfriend? It’s fucking weird.

After a while of finding himself more and more focused on Eli, and rapidly running out of things to actually TALK about with Yasmine, Demetri does like...the practical thing, and ends things with Yaz, realizing he liked the idea of her better than he actually liked her. Yaz is probably pretty fine with it, too, since I imagine at this point, she’s realized her and Dem don’t really have enough in common to keep a relationship going. Like Demetri is a smart guy--it might throw him off to realize he only liked Yasmine because of the idealized picture he painted himself of her, and the pedestal he put her on, but I think he’d come to terms with this sooner than people think and wouldn’t just like...be in such rampant denial about not actually liking Yasmine that much that he refuses to break up with her. Self-denial is Hawk’s thing, not Demetri’s XD Demetri has always more or less embraced who he is, geekiness and all, and hasn’t ever really felt the need to deny who he is. He often makes a point of saying exactly what he thinks and feels, no matter how unwise, so he’s pretty in-touch with himself. I feel like if he realized his relationship with Yaz wasn’t everything he’d hoped for, he might be a bit bummed, sure--it always sucks when something you’ve been striving for for a long time doesn’t meet your expectations, and turned out to be better in your mind. But ultimately, if Demetri realized he wasn’t that into Yaz, I feel like he would eventually just accept that as a part of himself and move forward with his life accordingly.

And literally ALL of this introspection can happen without him ONCE cheating on Yasmine with Eli, ffs

I think it would be nice if dating Yasmine is a way for Demetri to have to question what it is he really wants, and what he’s actually looking for in a partner. And, of course, question whether he ACTUALLY even likes girls...because why is being with this hot girl barely doing anything for him at all??? Why isn’t he constantly filled with excitement and unending horniness??? What is going on here??? But even then, like, there’s just...NO reason for him to cheat. I feel like realizing you’re gay provides enough angst and drama in of itself without having to have a gay love affair behind your girlfriend’s back. Throwing in cheating to the whole gay realization would almost make it like...comedically overdramatic, because it 100% reads as “Oh, look at this dramatic thing! What if we made it even MORE dramatic??? For...DRAMA???” Besides, I just really don’t want them to make Demetri into a cheater For The Drama. He’s a good, loyal kid who drinks Respect Women juice every day (I mean...Moon and Sam are two of his closest friends, ffs! And he’s never once been creepy with or tried to hit on either!), so him cheating is a no from me, dawg.

Like Cobra Kai, if y’all wanna use Yas/metri as a means of pushing us closer to eventual Hawkmetri, fine. But please do it SMART. Yasmine absolutely doesn’t need to get cheated on for Demetri to realize within that relationship that he’s not (or not JUST) into girls. Dare to be different, Cobra Kai!!! Say “no thank you” to the Gay Cheating cliche and “yes thank you” to Demetri realizing he’s gay (or bi) in a more interesting, nuanced way that doesn’t totally screw Yasmine over for no reason!

#hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #binary boyfriends #hawkmeat #eli x demetri #demetri x hawk #elimetri #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #hawk #yasmine cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 3 #cobra kai season 4

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wordynerdygurl · 5 years ago

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Skin Deep ~ Part 1

Author’s Note: Hello, hello, hello! I hope everyone’s staying healthy and Six Feet Away from everyone else! Remember, kiddies, wearing a mask keeps all of us safe! With that out of the way, I hope you all like this new series! The idea has been percolating for awhile and I’m happy to share part one with you here. As you all know, I typically write for Loki and while he will be making a major appearance in this ditty, it won’t be until Part 2. Come along for the ride, won’t you?? You know that I love all of you, all the likes, comments, reblogs, and consideration... so thank you all so much! Asks are open, so message me if you have an idea! Or, asked to be tagged in future stories! Always, thanks to @sammy-jo1977, beta reader and friend, for encouraging me during this one!

Pairing: Loki X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Natasha & Reader friendship Summary: Loki’s leaving two years ago changed you in ways that Natasha and Steve can’t abide. Encouraged to find love again, in the arms of Steve Rogers, seems like a great idea. But what happens when Loki comes to claim what he’s promised? Warnings: Angst, Lost Love, Eventual SMUT

Part 1

Plopping down to the planed floor with a soft “Ooph”, you immediately reached for your water bottle. Oh sweet, icy cold condensation rolling off, taunting you with the allure of complete hydration. With a swipe of your sweat covered brow, you flipped open the cap, panting, “Why do we do this?”

“Because we ate all of Tony’s gourmet donuts.”

“That was weeks ago… and all your fault, I might add!”

Natasha eased herself down to your level, not looking as winded or wiped as you did, “God, they were delicious.”

“He special orders those, ya know? Calls the bakery weeks ahead to make sure they bring enough of those… what are they? Eclairs?” “Cream horns. Loves those things.” Natasha, grunting, as she pulled her ballet slipper free. Turning to your friend, laughing tiredly, “So do I!” Resting your head on the wall behind you, “Thanks for coming with me. I know you get your workouts in with the team, but I just can’t imagine running around in that gym…”, you trailed off, unsaid words hanging in the air.

Natasha didn’t respond beyond a nod, adding, “It’s fun! And I don’t have to hear Steve’s whining over you the whole time.” “As if, Nat.” “I’m serious.” Natasha stretched like a cat before rising, “He likes you almost as much as you like Tony’s donuts.” Chuckling, you took the hand she offered, pulling you up to standing. You moved through the locker room, still out of breath, trailing Natasha until she stopped in front of units 14 and 16. Throwing you a towel, drying her own dampened skin, “Donuts aren’t Loki. You know that right?” Snorting around the bottle at your lips, sputtering, “Jesus, Nat! Yes. Yes. I am very well aware of the fact that Loki is not donuts… or donuts are not him. Or whatever the hell you are trying to say to me. I know, Ok?” “It’s just…” She busied herself digging through her bag, not looking at you, trying to keep her voice light. Edged with unspent anger, gruffer than you liked to hear yourself, “Yea?” “You’re... snippy. How long has it been now?” Tossing the question over her shoulder casually like it was no more than her sweat soaked towel. Standing now on overworked legs, “You know how long it’s been Nat.” Pulling your locker open with a jerk, a hard sigh ripping from your throat, the flash of hurt undeniable. Shutting her own firmly, “... when do you move on, then?” “When? Better question: How? How do I? He asked me to wait, Natasha. I told him I would.” “It’s been two years.” “One year, ten months, three weeks and 5 days.” Correcting your friend didn’t make you feel better. Leveling you with her cool stare, that secretive partial smile pulling at her lips, Natasha lowered herself onto the bench. Your back rested against the cool mesh metal and damn it if the liquid heat of tears weren’t forming in your eyes. Slinking over to you, Natasha wrapped her arms around your shoulders, her diminutive strength holding you close despite your clammy skin. “You deserve happiness. Even Loki would understand that.” Pausing, Natasha zipped up her bag, nudging you to follow. “Besides, you need to get laid.” Snatching up your own gym gear, “Nat! I do not.” Grumbling, you followed her towards the locker room doors, zipping up your hoodie before pushing out into the street. “Trust me. You do.” Stopping at the corner, you grabbed your friend’s hand. “He’s a God. It’s not that easy to just replace him… in my life. Or… in the bedroom, ya know?” Holding up two fingers, like a VE day salute, Natasha wiggled them in your face. Her meaning was clear. It had been two years. Too damn long. “Ok. Ok. Fine. Let’s say, you’re right. I do need to move on. What does that even look like?” Stepping through the Tower’s automatic doors, whispering your fear out loud made you feel guilty, as if you had already betrayed your promise somehow. Punching in the passcode and selecting your floor number from the elevator, Natasha focused straight ahead, answering, “You’re surrounded by super heroes.” “So? They’re co-workers. Well, technically, they’re my boss’ husband’s co-workers.” “Come on. When Loki was… around, you all hung out together. And, since he’s been gone, I know at least one of them has been keeping a close eye on you.” Interest piqued, “Really? Who?” Chuckling at your eagerness, “Steve.” “Oh.” You flexed your neck, looking at the lights above you, not entirely surprised by Nat’s admission. He might have thought his actions were stealthy, but the Captain had made his interest pretty clear, always pulling out your chair, asking about your day, and in general showing up wherever you happened to be. “You should give him a chance. And you know as well as I do-”

Cut off by the ping of the opening doors, she took a step back, letting Steve Rogers into the lift. “Ladies.” “Captain.” Nat nodded. “Captain Rogers.” Everything Natasha has been saying flooded your mind. How Steve was into you, asking about you, thinking of you. Suddenly you were acutely aware of how you looked. Short hair tucked into a cloth headband, sweat soaked strands stuck to your neck. Your sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, the thick strap of your sports bra exposed in all it’s fluorescent green glory. Did you smell? Oh god. Sliding to the back of the car, you cowered, hoping that Captain America would ignore you completely. No dice. “How was the class?” “Good. This one-” pointing at you, Natasha continued, “-is quite the leaper!” Hot blood flooded your face, painting your neck, as you flushed under the praise. Facing you now, Steve licked over his bottom lip, “Is that so?” Had you ever noticed just how sharp his jaw actually was? Or the way his shirt sleeves, rolled up to the elbows, made his arms look so strong? Your heart thudded dully in your ears, crowding out Steve’s voice as you imagined, just for a second, being alone with him in the lift. “What?” Asking dully, stunned by the force of your long ignored need, you hadn’t heard his follow up question. Lowering his head, softly chuckling, “I asked if you two were having lunch? Could I join you?” “I’m in a meeting… Fury is in town.” Rolling her eyes, Natasha stepped out on her floor, “See you later!” You just knew she was going to grill about all this at some point, but now you were trapped in a metal box with one of those sexy superheroes she’d told you to move on with. Doors closing with a metallic hiss, Steve smiled at you sweetly, “About lunch?” “Um… well, I’d need to shower. Change…” Talking with your hands, betraying your nervous energy, you struggled with an excuse as to why you couldn’t join with the Captain. “I can wait. Want to meet up on the patio… say, forty five minutes?” Looking so hope filled, you found yourself smiling broadly at the blonde Adonis, now holding open the doors, waiting for your reply. “Sure. Forty five minutes.”

It took an hour. You hadn’t meant to, but by the time you’d cleaned up, thrown on a skirt and tucked in your tee shirt, slapped on a bit of mascara and tied your sneakers, it had been sixty minutes. Even though you were jumpy and jittery, since Loki left, this was the closest thing to a date you’d been on. Stepping out onto the patio, squinting into the noonday sun, you spotted the golden boy easy enough. Sitting comfortably, a brown paper bag on the table, Steve looked completely at ease waiting for your grand entrance. Shifting, he glanced your way, freezing at the sight of you. Gaining his feet slowly, Steve watched your approach, “Hi…” There was a tone of appreciation in his voice that made your skin tingle. “Hello, Captain.” God, even the sound of your voice was sexy. Steve found himself stuttering, flustered, by the overwhelming sweetness of you. Clapping his hands against his leg, “Um… please, call me Steve, ok?” “Yes, ok. Steve.” A long minute passed where you looked at Steve and he looked back at you. He was just so glad to have you all to himself, uninterrupted, that looking at you took his breath away. It also erased his manners for a heartbeat, “Please, sit down. I, uh… I had some sandwiches made.” Tucking a lock of short hair behind your ear, you grinned, “Is this… is this a picnic? For me?” Squinting a bit, shrugging his shoulders with a laugh, “Maybe?” “Maybe is ok with me.” Reflecting that tentative tone, part curious, part cautious, you reached for the bag. “I’m starving!” Sipping from your glass bottle Coke, you looked over the Avenger before you. So wholesome, so clean cut. Nothing like the dark and devious God of Mischief who’d stolen your heart and then abandoned it so long ago. Munching on your sandwiches, delicious and fresh, your nervousness ebbed away. Basic first date stuff flowed between the pair of you, movies you loved and why, favorite colors and school subjects. Hobbies came next, and you found yourself surprised when Steve shyly admitted, “Drawing. I love to draw. Before I was… um… when I was just Steve, I could sketch myself into another world. It was freeing.” “That’s how I feel about music.” Talking to Steve felt nice. And you knew that was a cliche adjective, but nice was so easy. It’s how you found yourself talking about your first live concert, Heart, when you were eight and how it made you love rock music as a kid. “Heart… sounds familiar.” He was cute as mused over the placing the name, wiping the Dorito dust off his fingers. Excitedly you recited songs that meant so much to you, “Barracuda? Magic Man?” “Magic Man… I think I know that one.” Unable to stop yourself, singing into the now drained Coke bottle turned microphone, “Try to understand, try, try, try to understand! He’s a Magic Man, mama… He’s got magic hands!” Clapping at your performance, Steve smiled at you, warm and even. “Magic Men? Magic hands, huh?” And suddenly, Loki was there, front and center in your thoughts. The scent of worn leather and dark liquor filled your nose, phantoms from memory, come to torment you. An image of Loki and those wickedly smart hands, coaxing you onto your back as his silver tongue devoured your sopping center already overdue for his attention, was as real now as when you had lived it. He had magic hands. He’d proven that to you over and over again. Tears rose to your eyes, clouding your vision, as everything that was sweet about the afternoon turned sour. “Um… I’m sorry Steve. I need to… uh… I have to go.” Stumbling to your sneakered feet, you quickly cleared the table, unable to look at the super soldier as you made a fast escape. “I lost someone I loved too.” His words made you stop in your tracks, his tone darker than you’d ever hear before. In four long strides, Steve caught up with you, just as your hand gripped the door’s handle.

Unable to turn, afraid to face him, sobbing softly, “I know Steve… but this is different.” “Yea… I know. I know it is.” Hearing his voice, just as raw, just as ragged as your own, made it easier to give in. Putting the door to your back, looking at Steve through wet lashes, frustration in his baritone, “I just… damn.”

Lifting his blue eyes to yours, begging for the words that would somehow make all of this normal, “Would you ever… could you ever…?” Your mouth started moving, swayed by the earnestness of his sentiment, “Maybe. It’s the best I can do, Steve.” “Maybe is ok with me.”

Wavering now, your smile faltering as tears threaten to fall, “Thanks.” If he answered, you didn’t hear it. Rushing inside with a fist in your mouth, hoping to block the lovesick cry that ripped from you, practically running down the hallway to your place. Not wanting anyone to see you so broken, so torn, after all this time, you needed to escape. Safely in your apartment, all alone, collapsing on the bed, you couldn’t stop your mind from replaying the afternoon. From the gentle banter and kind hearted ‘get to know you’ vibes of your lunch with Steve, when you had opened up to the idea of a new love, a new start. To how easy it was to let Loki creep into your thoughts, a riptide pulling you back into the shadows of your feelings for his dark desire. Guilty bile burned your throat at the idea that you might be betraying your absent love… letting him down, somehow. Hitting the pillow behind you, weeping openly now, you thought about the last time Loki had come to you. His words, his actions, all showing a deep affection for you. Even if Loki had never said the actual word, he had shown you time and again that he did truly love you. “Pet. We must speak.” Sex drunk and sapped, you curled over the lithe chested God in your bed, “Sounds serious…” Sitting up, Loki forced you to move, his profile sharp in the dim light of early dawn. “I’ve been called to Jotunheim.” Leaning back on your elbows, “Ok… Jotunheim. Why?” His broad back to you, Loki’s head dipped forward, resting on his folded legs. “I… I am the rightful heir to their throne. They need a ruler and-” turning to face you, “-it is me. There is talk of war. If there’s any chance to avoid it, I must be there. I have to go.” Leaning your cheek into his shoulder, you sighed, “You have to go. I understand that.” “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” Nosing under his arm, smooshing against Loki’s ribs, “Hmm… you’ve been away before. I always manage, somehow… and...” Looking down at you through his dusky lashes, a secretive smile on those tasty lips, “And?” “You always come back to me.” “I do… I have. Will you…” Pausing, Loki twined his fingers with yours, testing the weight of your hand, “That is… wait for me?” Pressing a small kiss to his sweet mouth, “Always, babe. I’ll be right here.”

“Promise me. Promise that you’ll wait for me.” Panic flashed over him, causing Loki to tug you closer, crushing you against his chest, his mouth conquering yours thoroughly. “I promise, Loki. Promise me that you’ll be careful.” Solemnly nodding, “Yes. I promise, pet.” Satisfied, smoothing his hair off his forehead, “I love you. You know that.” Soothing the shaken prince, your words calmed him and Loki found a fragile peace in the parting of your lips. Lowering you against the cotton sheets, taking what was promised to him once more, Loki lingered over your tender body, committing every dip and dimple to memory. Your arms clung to his, hooked under his bulging biceps, fingers wrapping over the back of his shoulders. There was only you and Loki in the deepening dark of dawn. His slow and steady rhythm forcing your knees to the side, opened wide for him. Your body, always eager, now overflowing with want, welcomed Loki again and again. How softly he hummed, “Pet… my pet… wait for me. Wait for me.” And your own responsive reply, “Yes, Loki. Yes. Always.” Teeth nipped at your neck, biting hard, marking you. In that shared moment of giving and receiving of pain, your body surrendered to Loki’s masculine invasion, even as you conquered his desire. Shivering in his arms, sleep pulling you away from your lover, “Loki… I’ll wait forever.” When you woke up, still dressed from your lunch date with Steve, your pillow was soaked through. You hadn’t cried over Loki in months, let alone in your sleep. Talking it over with Natasha later you whispered, “It was like I relived our last night together. I could feel him, Nat. Smell him. Loki was there.” “No. He hasn’t been on Earth in two years.” Shaking her head in disbelief at your close to insane theory, Natasha was quick to correct you. “Well, it felt real. And you know why this happened?” “If you’re going to say it’s because of Steve, don’t.” Ignoring Natasha, whispering conspiratorially, lest your imagined Loki overhear you, “It’s because of Steve. Somehow, Loki knows.” “We don’t even know if Loki is alive. So, him knowing that you’ve gone on one… almost date with Steve, that’s just…” Words escaped her, but a hand gesture that questioned your mental status finished her thought. Sitting back in your chair, eyeing your friend cooly, “It’s not crazy, Nat. And neither am I.” “I didn’t say you were.” “You implied it.” Mimicking her hand motion, miffed, you started typing on your phone. Why couldn’t she get it? Loki wasn’t like Steve. He wasn’t like any other man. Loki knew things, felt things, even across space and time.

After multiple failed attempts to engage you, all met with your stony silence, “I’m sorry, ok. I just… I just really don’t believe that Loki is haunting you from outer space.” Snapping open her iced tea Natasha took a long sip, “Besides, I want to know what happened with Steve.” Still concentrating on your phone, “It was fine.” “Fine? That’s it? You were on the patio for a long time.” She was teasing you now, but damn it, Natasha didn’t have to be so dismissive. “So? It was nice.” Eyes still locked on your device, you knew it was killing her, but you wanted Natasha to validate your Loki theory before you gave her any details about your date. Sighing, Natasha picked at her salad greens, “Ok. Ok. Loki is watching you from afar and he’s probably ghosting you, so you have every right to be worried.” Beaming widely, having won the battle of wills, “Thank you!” “Now, please, please, will you tell me about you and Steve?” Shifting in your seat, “He was sweet. It was all going well… until…” “Until?” “Until... Loki.” you shrugged. “Ugh." Sighing with unchecked disgust, Natasha tossed her fork down, fixing you with a hard stare. “It… it’s hard ok? I mean, I’m trying to be… open to Steve, to the idea of Steve. And, he really is so kind.” You couldn’t help blushing just a bit. He had been so awfully understanding, so real in a way that Loki had never been, that you felt a bit bad about bailing on him. Listening, Natasha could see that you were working on opening up to the super soldier, so she let you off the hook saying, “I know… I know. I’m just really pulling for you two!” Placing your hand over hers, you squeezed, “I know you are. I just… I’m not sure that I’m ready.” Natasha's face softened and she bobbed her head. Munching on her veggies, “Listen. At some point you have to get back to being yourself. I miss you. The old you. We all do.” This was news to you. “You all miss the old me? I haven’t changed.” “But you have. Look at you. Today you’re wearing grey. Yesterday, grey. The day before, black.” Pulling at your simple, comfortable, sweater, “Your point?” “You had pink hair when I met you. Remember?” Folding her arms on the table, leaning into you, Natasha was begging for you to challenge her assessment. Of course you remembered. You had dyed it yourself, but that was a different time, a different you. Coolly answering, “Well, I wasn’t Pepper’s PA then, was I?” “No… but you were still working here. Tony hired you for your ballsy attitude. Truthfully, I think that’s why Loki fell so hard for you too.” Stopping to gauge your reaction, Natasha smiled tightly, “You were so…” “Full of life.” Rich and warm, you recognized his voice without turning around. Steve swung into the free chair at your table, interrupting your conversation, gaze pointed your way. “Exactly!” Agreeing, Natasha clapped the super soldier on the back before refocusing her attention on you. “Wow.” The recently quelled anger crept back into your tone as you sassed, “Well, I guess I didn’t realize that I had become a shadow of my former self. Excuse me, Captain. Natasha. Wouldn't want to bum you out.” Unable to hide the hurt in your voice, you rose smoothly, swiftly breaking for the exit. “Wait! Will you please, just hold up a minute.” Barely jogging to your side, Steve caught up with you a little too quickly for your liking. Still raw, you bit into your bottom lip, glaring at him defiantly, “Yes Captain.” “Don’t do that, doll. Please?” “I’m not your doll.” but you did stop, turning on him, an angry glare in your clear eyes. “Fine. You’re not. I just thought…” trailing off, Steve, always unable to say exactly what you needed to hear went silent now. “You thought? What? That all of the sudden you and Nat would convince me that I don’t love Loki? That I’m a fool for waiting for him? That he’s clearly not coming back? What exactly were you thinking Steve?” fury spun out from you like smokey swirls, threatening to burn the boy down. Steve kept his cool even though you saw his jaw tighten, “No. Not that. I thought… I thought, maybe…” Running a rough hand through his blonde hair, “I thought I had a chance.” “I told you maybe, Steve. Maybe. Maybe I could…” Dropping your hands in defeat, damp eyes pleading with him silently, “There’s more to this story than you know.” “That might be true. Maybe there is some element here that I’m missing. But I know this,” closing in on you, your rump bumping into the wall behind you, “If you were mine, I would never leave you.” Impossibly near, you could smell the minty holdover of toothpaste on his breath, the clinging scent of his aftershave overwhelming your senses. Watching, waiting, Steve cupped your cheek. His touch was so soft you thought you might have imagined it. Tracing your jaw, Steve’s caress continued, those smart fingers tilting your chin up. Parting your lips, your feet moved independently of your head and heart, bringing you closer to the heat of his chest. You didn’t want to want Steve. You weren’t ready to let go of Loki, even after all this time… and yet… Steve was here. With a wide, hot hand wrapping around your waist, drawing your hips snugly against his own. Closing your eyes, feeling your way over flexing arms, you settled your flying fingers on around his ribs. Always a man of action, dipping his full mouth yours, Steve’s kiss was spun sugar light. Offering sweetness and sunshine, you rose up on your toes, meeting him more than halfway. Oh, the feeling of a strong man under your hands. Someone real, not dream or memory, but warm and solid and here. Licking over the seam of Steve’s lips, spurring him on, you sighed when his tongue tentatively tasted your own.

Cradling your face in his impossibly large hands, your need swelled at the grounding support Steve offered, eagerly matching his intensity. As he pulled away, your feminine flavor on his lips, a light of lust shone in his bright eyes. Swallowing hard, “I… I hope that was alright.” Breathless and boneless, “It was more than alright, Steve.” Twisting a lock of your hair, his knuckles brushing over your blush soaked cheekbone, “I have wanted to do that for a long time, you know?” Suddenly shy, you lowered your gaze, “I know. Sorry...” Lifting your chin once more, Steve huskily whispered, “Don’t apologize, doll. Not to me. Not to anyone.” The next morning, at your desk typing away, you weren’t really expecting America’s fiercest fighter to find you. Yet there was Steve, a checkered button up shirt stretched dangerously over his wide chest, sleeves turned up so that the enhanced veins of his wrists were on display. “Hey doll.” “Hey yourself!” Again that flustered feeling washed over you. Steve was hovering right at the edge of your space, too far away, but still shockingly close. “Captain! Great to see you! Tony’s on his way up, but maybe you’d like to wait in my office?” Pepper blew in, graceful and glowing, immediately commanding the attention of their guest. “Sure. I’ll be right there.” But he didn’t budge. In fact, Steve settled himself on the corner of your desk, crossing those impossibly muscled arms, looking you over keenly. Sitting up straighter, swiveling your chair his way, “Is there something I can do for you, Captain Rogers?” That sent one of his golden eyebrows skyward, a playful grin lighting up his face. Steve leaned into you, “A few things, actually. But let’s start with dinner. Tonight, no excuses.” Pulling himself up to his full height, imposing but impossibly charming, “Not too fancy, ok?”

Breathlessly, “Yes. Ok. Yes.”

Swinging back to your computer screen, your chair stopped, forced to stillness by Steve’s heavy hand. “Oh, and doll?” Those lips of his found yours, providing enough pressure to part your own, taking you by surprise at so public a display of affection. But how could you resist when Steve curled you close? He tasted like autumn sunshine, all warm honey and cinnamon sugar, making you melt into his kiss, oblivious to the world around you. “Steve? Oh, Captain, My Captain! Please, stop harassing the help! That’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen!” Tony chided playfully as he approached. Sighing, Steve straightened, his hand lingering on your shoulder. “Tonight. I can’t wait.”

Beaming, you bit your bottom lip, Steve’s taste still on your tongue. “See you then.” Natasha watched you, pacing nervously, worrying a hole in the rug of your apartment. “He’ll be here. Relax.” “I’m not worried about him not showing up. I’m terrified that he will.” Sitting on the edge of your couch, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, “I should cancel. This… this is all happening really fast.” “Fast?” Scoffing, Natasha sashayed into your kitchen, pulling a wine glass from the cabinets she knew so well. “I wouldn’t call your first date in two years fast. If anything, you’re moving at a snail’s pace.” Giggling at her silliness, “A snail’s pace, huh?” Handing you the overfilled goblet, laughing herself, “Yea. Or, like maybe a tortoise?” You sipped cautiously, more to keep your shirt stain free than out of worry about overindulgence, “Slow and steady wins the race, Nat.” “Then what exactly are you racing towards?” It was Natasha's innate ability to turn a question back on you that made her one of your closest friends. Somehow a calming glass of pinot was part of an existential debate on your future. What were you after? “Um… I guess, I want to feel…” words failed you. Feel. Loki had taken all of those ideals with him when he left. If you were completely honest, you weren’t sure what love looked like without the impish, mischievous man at your side. Perching on the arm of your couch, brushing over your search for the right words, “Listen. I know that you’re still… torn. But, give Steve a shot. He’s been alone too long. Just like you.” A firm knock distracted you both. “Well… how do I look?” Smoothing out your skirt, you twirled for your friend, eager to be complimented. “Great! Really great! Have so much fun tonight!” Hugging her quickly, you whispered, “I will… try. I will try. And,” stepping back to look at your thoughtful friend, “Thanks.” Another knock, steady and even as the man on the other side of the door, “No problem! Now get out there, Steve’s waiting.” Nodding once more, you almost danced to the entryway, Natasha peeking into the hall just to make sure that you didn’t falter at the last minute. She felt a small pang of guilt as you opened the door on Steve, standing there with a small bouquet of flowers, hope written across his fine features. Natasha had read the last communique from SHIELD, Fury had made sure of that. What it said, that Loki was alive, and his return to Earth was almost assured, had been running through her mind ever since. All the more reason to get you out of his clutches and into Steve’s while she still could. Just the thought that Loki might come back to claim what was his, meant that there was no way you would have taken her advice, no chance that you’d have accepted Steve’s dinner invitation. Even with his smooth skills, the super soldier knew precious little about wooing women, something Nat chalked up to years under the ice. Unlike Loki, who was as clever and quick as they come. So, Natasha was the matchmaker, the one who hatched this whole scheme. It wasn’t a role she relished but it did require the skill set she had perfected over the years. Watching, waiting, setting a baited trap, springing it at the right time.

And Natasha had executed her part to perfection as evidenced by the adorable look on your face after Steve’s impromptu kiss following your tantrum the other day. Or how he’d visited your office and made your knees weak in front of everyone, including Tony. It was all anyone could talk about. To be honest, Natasha didn’t think Steve had it in him, and yet, you were walking out the door with him, off to a night of fun and romance. “Um… Nat? Could you?” Handing over the small bundle of blossoms, Natasha took them, a satisfied smile on her face. This was going to work, she could feel it. You were already halfway gone from the looks of things and Steve had been yours since the first time he’d met you. If Loki spent another month, or, fingers crossed longer, off world, Jotunheim, Vanaheim, hell, the Forest Moon of Endor, you’d be hooked on Steve and safe from that Trickster and his shifting plans. Questioning herself, Natasha wondered, not for the first time, if she was doing the right thing. The noble thing. The plain truth was she couldn’t watch you break again, not after last time. Steve wouldn’t cause that kind of hurt, he just wasn’t built that way, and that’s why she’d pulled your collective strings. Moving your pieces into play, always in your best interest, always to help, that’s what Nat told herself.

But always, deep down, she was a company girl and it was Fury who wanted to keep tight tabs on you. Without knowing the whys of Nat's scheme, he had been happy to learn about Steve's growing interest in the girl who once tamed Loki. His reasoning, as he explained to the Black Widow, was two fold.

First, knowing Steve was with you to keep you safe and under surveillance in the event that Loki contacted you was a good thing. No need to search for you while you were necking with the Captain. Second, if Loki came back needing a reminder on why he should behave, you were there as incentive… or bait, depending on the severity of the situation.

Sighing, Natasha gulped down your unfinished wine, wondering if her plan would be enough to keep you safe. Why couldn't Loki stay gone? Maybe he had moved on, just like you, and he would stay away.

Fat chance of that happening with you in play. Loki would be back. That would happen. As she placed Steve’s floral arrangement into your vase, Natasha hoped that it would be later, much later, than her reading suggested.

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wienerbarnes · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,622

Warnings: murder lol, mentions of gore/blood, mentions of rape (its described in like two sentences and theres a short non-graphic flashback, but pls pls pls message me if you dont wanna read and ill give u a sparknotes version), so theres angst but also some nice parts like bucky meditating okay

A/N: wrote this while procrastinating my art commissions but i bought my first laptop BY MYSELF after saving for months and im v excited :) lmk what yall think of this, i promise next part will be goofier/happier lol

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

“Shit… Fuck… Fuck! He’s gonna fucking kill me… fuck…”

The mumbles spill from your lips as you take in the scene in front of you. Puddles and puddles of blood covered the floor of your apartment, dirtying your beige tile and all the other surfaces with splatters. David lays in the middle, with about thirty-six stab wounds in his body.

When you and Bucky started the arrangement regarding your list, there were two rules you two agreed to follow - no matter what. First rule: Kills are never completed alone. You two are to complete the list together and help each other with everything that involves the person. Second rule: Bucky is to know everything about the person they’re killing. What they did to you, their name, their remaining family, where they live, what they eat for breakfast; everything.

And here you were breaking both of those rules.

It was too good of an opportunity, you try and convince yourself. Bucky will understand, he’s always so understanding, he never yells, he’s always so nice to you; a choked sob escaped your body as your dirty hands fly to cover your face, tears flowing down your cheeks mixing with the blood now smeared across your skin.

…

TWO HOURS EARLIER

Bucky always told you to be extremely cautious when leaving the apartment. Even though it had been well over a year, almost two, since your prison escape, you never knew who could be watching. Every few weeks or so, your name pops up in the news, Whatever happened to one of the worst killers in modern history, How did she pull off such an escape from such a high security facility, Is she even still alive, etc.

But as soon as your name appears, it vanishes once more, replaced by some other injustice happening in the world.

Your feet take you inside a small bar, the musky scent intrigues you along with the copious amounts of peanut shells littering the floor. You take a seat on the stool and try not to pay attention to the fact that every single person in the room is staring at you right now. But you can’t blame them; you’ve dyed your hair a pastel pink now, body covered in baggy jeans and baby blue long-sleeved milkmaid top, a gift from Bucky. “You can’t wear that one t-shirt, that’s mine, by the way, forever.” He’d told you. Your rainbow painted toes and fingernails stand out under the dimmed lights of the place.

An older man behind the bar approaches you and places a napkin in front of you, “What can I get ya’?” You order some beer plastered on the wall because as far as you know, you’ve never even tried alcohol before, let alone know enough about it to have any kind of preference.

You take sips of the beer for a while, aimlessly watching the sports game playing on the TV, every once in a while glancing at the pool table where a group of older men play a game together. Suddenly, the stool beside you becomes occupied. You know it’s not Bucky, he doesn’t know you’re here and it’s not his cologne, but for a second you were hoping it was. A parallel to when you sat with him in that cafe all that time ago. When he bought you that apple pie and hot chocolate. I miss him…

You refuse to look over at the man sitting next to you, but you can feel his eyes blatantly staring at you.

“So… what’s your name?” He breaks the silence and asks you. You don’t respond, simply just continue sipping away at your beer.

“My name is David.” He offers. A chill runs up your spine at the name and you look over at him. He looks so familiar… Where do I know him from? Have I seen him at the food market before? Is he Hydra? Did we go to school together? Were we in the Marines-

“Hey officer,” A deep voice curls into your ear, causing a chill to run up your spine.

“Fuck off, David. I’m trying to do my hair.” You don’t bother glancing at him in the mirror as you scoop more gel into your hands and smooth it onto the top of your head. You’ve let your hair grow to long and the strands keep sticking out of the bun, but the thought of asking any of the other women, or worse - the men, for help cutting it terrifies you. You’re still too new.

“Now, is that any way to talk to your higher up?” A large hand wraps around your middle and gropes your breast.

“I said fuck off.” A pointy elbow slams back into his chest, knocking the wind out of him.

“I’ll get you for that, just you wait. Fresh meat.”

Your body runs cold as you make the connection and you feel as though your entire body has shut down. You can feel the cold sweat gathering in your palms and your lower back. A lump forms in your throat and you want to cry; you want to scream. But something takes over, and although you feel terrified, you keep yourself composed; hide your anxiety.

“Do you want to get out of here? My place is only a few blocks away.” You ask, false sultriness dripping from your voice. David smirks at you, clearly not recognizing you from nearly a decade ago.

He takes out some cash and places it on the bar, grabbing your beer from your hands and placing it on top, grabbing your hands after and leading you out of the bar.

…

Bucky sits on the floor of his living room, practicing his twenty minutes of meditation before bed. Alpine rubs her cheek against the bare top of his foot that’s crossed under his knee, but eventually gets bored before trotting around behind him to start climbing her way up his back. Bucky tries his best to ignore her tiny nails digging through his shirt, but can’t help but chuckle as she makes herself comfortable in the curve of his neck. “Guess meditation time is over, huh baby?” He whispers before gathering her in his hands and plopping her on his bed. He reaches down to roll up his yoga mat when he hears a silent buzzing from his kitchen.

Confused on who would be calling him this late, knowing that Sharon’s visiting a college friend over in SoHo and Sam’s on a date, he sees a number he doesn’t recognize flash on the screen. Bucky hesitates answering, but he knows telemarketers rarely call this late.

“Hello?” Bucky answers.

“B-Bucky?” Your shaky voice sounds on the other end. The sound is watery and raspy, like you've been sobbing your eyes out and screaming for hours.

“Bucky, I-I-I need y-your help… I fucked up,” Your voice is cut off by a hiccup as Bucky goes to grab his closest pair of pants to go over his boxers and he pulls on sneakers before grabbing the keys to his bike.

“Hey, sweetheart? Do me a favor and relax, okay? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Bucky rushes out as he locks his door behind him before making his way to the staircase.

“I’m so so so sorry, Bucky… please don’t be mad at me-e… I broke t-the rules,” Choked sobs escape you and Bucky has never heard you cry like that before.

“Listen, I’m already on my way, okay? I’ll be at yours in twenty minutes, okay?” You don’t respond as Bucky listens to your crying and you eventually hang up.

Broke the rules? What does she mean by… oh. She couldn’t have… we had our next hit planned for a few days from now. Did she do someone else on the list? Bucky tries not to think too much about it until he can get to yours and figure out what’s going on, his motorcycle screaming through the quiet night.

…

You’ve been sitting in David’s blood for about an hour now. The liquid is cold, his body is cold, the phone in your hand is cold. Nice going, you’ve really done it now. Not only have you probably just cost yourself your freedom, but you’ve ruined your jeans and the top Bucky bought you. He’s going to be so mad at you; he’s going to be so mad that he’s going to have no choice but to bring you in. He’ll be laughing as the cops drag you away-

Your thoughts are interrupted by a frantic knock on your door, Bucky’s voice calling your name on the other side.

“If you don’t open the door, I’m breaking it down!” He calls.

You slowly stand, trying not to slip in the puddle, before walking over to the door and opening it about halfway. Bucky’s eyes widen and his brows furrowed together as he looks your body up and down.

The blood on your clothes is starting to brown and you’re covered up to your forearms in blood. Splatters decorate your face, neck and hair, and your eyes are puffy from crying.

“I-I-” You begin to stutter. Bucky silently pushes his way inside to see the bloodbath waiting for him. He pushes the door closed behind him and stares at the body laying in the middle of the floor. Your knife still sits standing out of his face.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Bu-Bucky- I can,”

“What, you-you can explain?!” Bucky snaps, turning to face you, and you’ve never seen him look at you like this. You flinch and take a half-step backwards, bumping into the door behind you.

Bucky turns back around, a flesh and silver hand running through his hair and roughly over his face.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” He begins, voice eerily even, still staring at the body. “You're going to go shower and wash all of the blood off your body. Then you’re going to make sure this apartment is spotless. I’ll take care of… him. And then we’ll talk when I get back. Are we understood?”

You can’t seem to make any words come out so you quickly make your way to your bathroom and close the door behind you softly.

You shower until the water runs cold and your skin is tinted red. Either from the blood or how hard you were scrubbing, you’re not sure, you just didn’t want Bucky to still be in your apartment when you stepped out.

It’s not that you were scared of him, because you weren’t. You knew that Bucky would never intentionally harm you, both physically or mentally. You were more angry at yourself. Bucky's done nothing but protect you; he’s kept you a secret, helped you indirectly work through your trauma, stitched you up, made you smile and laugh when you didn’t even think that was ever going to be possible for you anymore. You broke the only rules he asked of you. You disappointed him. You’ve put him in an even worse position than he’s already in by protecting your existence.

You turn the knob of the water to the right before stepping out and wrapping your fluffy yellow robe around your body, tying it at the waist. Your apartment is empty when you step out of the bathroom, Bucky nor David occupying the space. Your walk over to your sink and open the cabinet on the bottom to take out your cleaning supplies before getting to work.

…

Bucky’s calmed down significantly by the time he gets back to your apartment. He checks his phone to see that it’s almost five in the morning before reaching in his other pocket for your keys that he took off the table, slipping the key into the lock and jiggling it until pushing the door open.

He’s not mad at you. Perhaps he was for a bit, but he realized that anger was just fear. Had anyone seen you? Did this guy do something to you? Did he recognize you and that’s why you needed to kill him? Did you kill him because you actually wanted to experience that again? He really hoped it wasn’t the last one.

You're sitting on your bed in the corner of the apartment, splatters still visible on the sheets but the floors are clean. The room doesn’t have an overpowering smell of bleach or cleaner, but there is no trace of a body here, besides the small splatters, but those can be passed off as splashes of wine. You did good.

Your feet are stretched out in front of your as your hands are planted behind your back, propping you up. Your yellow robe is tied around your waist but the edges sit high up on your thighs.

He sets your keys on your table, kicks off his shoes, and walks over to take a seat next to you.

“Did you know I was a Marine before all of this? When I was, like, eighteen?” You break the silence, still staring at the wall in front of you.

“Yes.”

“The guy was my unit chief. He raped me twice during my first week there.”

Bucky remains quiet as you explain, watching your face and it’s calm expression. You hesitate, opening and closing your mouth before opening it once more to continue.

“I went to some bar tonight and he hit on me. He didn’t recognize me, and… I don’t know. I thought I’d scare him or something, remind him what he’d done. But then he was here and he kept trying to feel me up even though I’d push him away. I didn’t have a plan yet. And then he snapped at me and then I snapped back…” You trailed off.

“After I realized what happened, I panicked and I used his phone to call you.”

“I’m really sorry, Bucky.” You say, softer now. You bring your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your shins.

“Okay. I forgive you.” Bucky responds after a moment.

The two of you sit in silence next to each other on the thin sheets. You’re staring at the passing cars out the window. He’s staring at your plant that’s sitting on the small night stand next to your mattress. You’ve changed out the silver tin it was sitting in to a light blue one covered in green polka dots.

You tilt your head to meet his eyes and look away briefly before meeting them again.

“Can… Can I have a hug, Bucky?” You ask, with the smallest voice in the world, your sentence ending in a small crack.

Bucky doesn’t answer and instead scoots closer to you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you onto his lap, your thighs on either side of him, chests touching. His left arm wraps around your back and drags slowly up and down while his right hand rests on the back of your head, softly scratching through your still damp hair. Your hands are tucked close between both your chests and your breath fans softly against his neck where your head is tucked into. He silently breathes in your scent, the children’s strawberry soap you use mixed with a homey, warm small that’s just you. He watches out the window as the sky turns from a dark blue to a deep orange; it should be about five-thirty right about now and the morning traffic is about to start.

“There’s a ton of white cat hair on your shoulder, Buck.” He hears you whisper against him, voice slurring a bit with drowsiness, the last bits of adrenaline wearing off.

He smiles to himself and holds you until you're fast asleep, and then stays for a while after that, too.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanficiton #bucky x criminal!reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes series

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daddynegandesires · 4 years ago

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My little runaway pt. 2

@buttercandy16

(Quick summary: after leaving the sanctuary you started a new life at Alexandria trying to hide away from negan he stumbles upon you while taking half of ricks shit and takes you back to the sanctuary with him.)

Warning: angst, fighting, jealousy, mind control/brainwashing, fluff

*sanctuary*

So many things have changed here since ive been gone so many more rules negan was more strict than ever and now Simon and arat were his right hand men i had no more existence towards those positions nor did i want anything to do with his killing posse his mind was sick and twisted he wasn't the negan i use to know. I was gone for months before negan had claimed rick after some people at Alexandria had killed down some of negns men. I knew me being gone had caused way more problems than there needed to be and i know i was in deep shit....

We arrived at the sanctuary coming to a hault hearing the breaks squeak as Dwight put the truck in park and turned it off. Negan flung his door open dragging me out causing me to fall on the dirt covered ground.. my hands were tied so i had no way to brace myself.

"Cmon darlin, you're back on your own turf now" negan bent down to my eye level

"But dont think for a second you are getting special treatment.....not after what you did"

his sacastic laugh filled my ears making me shut my eyes tightly. He yanked me up by my arm dragging me to the double metal doors of the sanctuary. He kicked the doors open holding me close to make sure i didnt break free. I was pulled down one of the many hallways untill he came to a stop at a door he opened it with his free hand still having a tight grip on my arm. The room had a bed and a small kitchen in it i wasnt use to staying in these rooms because i was negans right hand woman, his bestfriend before i left so i was given alot of special treatment.

"Home sweet home" negan said throwing you face down on the bed untieing you

You could feel him leaning up against your ass while he freed your hands he then flipped you over on your back holding you down by your throat.

"I missed you....." A grin grew across his face

"...if you think im going to be another copy and paste of everyone else and drop to my knees when i see you....then you are so wrong" you struggled to get the words out breathlessly as his grip slowly tighted around your neck.

"Oh baby....i know..i like the frisky ones. You forget i know you better than you know yourself" he released his grip from you before giving you one last good squeeze causing you to choke and raise up on the bed

"You know nothing about me..." You grabbed your neck rubbing at it

"Quite frankly i dont even know who you are anymore...youre sick..." You stood up getting in his face

Negans tongue slid across his bottom lip then causing his jaw to flex letting out a long groan

"Without me....they are nothing...they all love me" he paused and let out a sarcastic laugh "....just like you without me are nothing"

"You....you are nothing but a fucking monster....lucille never deserved a man like you.." You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes you couldnt believe what had just came out of your mouth after knowing what happend in the past between you two.

All of the color drained out of negan he was furious he grabbed a fistfull of your hair yanking you up to your feet and, dragging you down the hallway your screams were echoing off the walls you were trying to grab onto something to save yourself. He opened a metal door it was dark. There were no windows the room was completely empty. Negan threw you onto the cold floor you caught yourself with your hands before your face clashed with the cold cement floor. You looked up at him through the messy strands of your hair and couldnt see his face only a dark shadow casted upon him. You knew He had no expression just a blank expression almost terrifying youve never seen him like this out of all the years youve known him you didnt even know who he was anymore and its only getting worse.

"You....are going to regret all of this...." Negan slammed the door and locked it you could hear his footsteps trail off.

"AAGHH GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. YOU FUCKING COWARD!" all you could do was scream and yell and cry you were pounding on the door untill you finally gave out and got tired enough to pass out on the floor.

You were woken up by light shinning on your face someone had opened the door and was speaking to you your head was pouding and your ears were rining from all the screaming, yelling and crying you had done from the days prior.

"Get up. Im not gonna tell you again" Dwights voice hurt your ears

"D...dwight....you have to help me" you stumbled to your feet and walked towards him

"This...this isnt negan...hes going to get us all killed we have to go save Alexandria. Please! Believe me!" Your hands were gripped on his t-shirt yanking him towards you. All he could do was stare at you he had nothing to say just a blank expression. Footsteps came appraching up the hallway towards you two... it was negan

"Wellll....rise and shine babydoll!" Negan swung his bat up over his shoulder

All you could do was glare at him no words could come out

"Time to get to work dollface"

negan held the door open for you and you walked out watching him close the door he led you outside and put you on fence duty to kill walkers for half of the day the sun was blistering feeling beads of sweat run down your face you havent had a shower in days. Negan did nothing but stand around and make orders to everyone or he would spend time fucking his multiple forced wives. It was only a matter of time before he shoved you back into that hell of a room.

You could over hear negan on the walkie talkie he was speaking to rick. It was hard to make out what the both of them were saying but i could tell it wasnt good. Negan always started conflict or maybe it just found its way to him.

"Hey....hey is that rick" you walked over cutting negan over mid conversation

"Well you better find a damn way..." the beep of the walkie talkie went off after negan finished talking

"How does it feel to be on the other side?...working for points...getting yourself all dirty out here. You lost your chances" negan slid the walkie into his belt biting his lip

" let me speak to rick so he knows im okay...please" you begged

"Rick this rick that..ya know im starting to think you are developing a little crush" negan began to walk away

You ran to catch up with him standing infront of him to stop him.

"Why are you doing this to me...dont i mean something to you. You just kick me to the dirt...I THOUGHT WE WERE A TEAM" you screamed at him

"You. Ran. Away. You live here you follow my rules at all times no exceptions! I will not tolerate anything less from you!....things are different now..." negans face grew a frown

Negan pushed past you and walked off you followed right behind him to his room he surprisingly let you in and shut the door behind him.

"I...look....Can i atleast get a shower im filthy..." You said with your arms crossed

All he could do was point over to the bathroom you sighed and walked over to the door after locked yourself in the bathroom you began to take off your clothes and run the water waiting for it to warm up when you heard a knock on the door.

" one more thing.....no locked doors" negan said in a low demanding voice

You swallowed hard and walked over to the door unlocking it hearing the lock make a quick click. Negans footseps slowly faded out as he walked away. You slipped into the shower letting the hot water run down your body watching all of the dirt trickle down the drain. The hot water relaxed you letting out a deep breath you closed your eyes letting the steam fill up the bathroom. The door quietly opened you quickly sprung your eyes open your body went stiff.

"....i layed out some clean clothes for you....i know you could use some" negan said clearing his throat

"Oh...thank you" you replied shocked

"(Y/N)....you know i uh...i still care for you...things are just...different now but im still that guy you use to know. Look..i have to go out on a run just make yourself at home" negan closed the door gently and walked away

The room went silent you your eyes were swelling up with tears it felt like you couldnt get the right words out of your mouth. You knew deep down that warm hearted negan was still there the negan that you missed the negan that use to be your bestfriend. He was buried under all this power and built up rage from before the apocalypse and now. Maybe this was going to be a new begining...a fresh start at the sanctuary.

Just maybe.

#jdm #twd #the walking dead #jeffrey dean morgan #negan

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maddestzoomer · 5 years ago

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peach and strawberry

request from @soggy-enchilada - Hiya!!! Could I please request a Nancy x female reader, where the reader is an Australian exchange student?? Something fluffy, maybe drunkenly confessing feelings at a party or something?? Smut or no smut, doesn’t bother me at all. Thanks !!

warnings - underage drinking, a tiny sprinkle of angst, ya know, the ushe

word count - 1.8k

a.n. - this is such a cute concept like !! my heart :( i didn't realize what absolute trash i was for nancy until now lmao. thank you for requesting this story!! i had a blast writing it! feel free to give me your thoughts & opinions on it :)

It's not the calendar that marks the passage of time for Nancy- rather, it is the subtle shift in the way the air smells. Now, the air smells clean and floral, telling of spring and chirping birds. It was March now, and the party-goers were just beginning to come out of hibernation

Pressure builds on her shoulders, and so she puts on a pastel pink sweater and tries to remember how the actual hell you talked her into going to a party.

Maybe it had to do with the way her name fell from your lips, coated with that lovely accent of yours. Or- maybe it was the smile you flashed her as she agreed to come with.

It had all begun a couple of months ago. Nancy was assigned to show you around the school- to basically be your bud until the week ended.

But your friendship didn't end once the week did. It continued through the two of you hanging out and studying together, through the two of you making inside jokes and helping one another to pick out outfits. It was through those times together that a seed was planted, one that seemed to be growing rapidly.

Throwing on a pair of flats, Nancy prepared herself to see you, and in turn, go to a party she didn't really think she belonged at. You'd agreed to pick her up for a party she truly didn't want to go to. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, tilting her head to the side. She looked okay, she felt (kinda) okay, so maybe tonight would be okay.

Looking at her dainty gold watch on her wrist, she realized it was time for her to go- 9 o'clock, sharp. Taking a deep breath in, she sprayed some perfume on her neck that smelled of peaches and strawberries, then walking from her room.

And sure enough, as soon as she walked downstairs, there you were, waiting in your car. She smiled softly to herself, taking one last deep breath before walking out of the door.

Hurridly, she walked to your car, smiling as she got in.

"Hey there, Nancy! You ready to have some fun?" You gladly greeted, smiling brightly at the brunette sitting next to you. Goodness. That smile... It was enough to make Nancy's stomach fill with butterflies

Nancy smiled softly with a small frown as she looked to her feet, feeling something was there- a box, maybe. "Hi, Y/N- Um, what's down here?" She asked

"I probably should've moved that." You say, beginning to drive. "It's just some beer, they wanted me to bring something to the party. You can have one if you want." You tell her with a smile

Nancy softly bit down on her bottom lip, but eventually reached down and slipped a can from it's case. She didn't really like alcohol (the taste, the smell, the way it made her feel hot)- but she did want to have fun tonight. Plus, it's easier to be around a bunch of drunk teens when you, yourself, are a drunk teen.

Pulling at the tab, the can hissed open, filling the surrounding air with the smell of cheap beer. Nancy brought it to her lips, taking a small sip, then a bigger gulp to help it go down a little easier.

"So uhh, what house is the party again?" Nancy asked

"It's at that David guys place, the house on Maplewood." You glance over to her with a small smile "I may need your help in finding the right street."

Nancy smiled and nodded. David's house was a lot further than she'd expected the two of you would be driving- at least thirty-five minutes one way.

You reach over and change the radio's station, turning on some Tears for Fears song.

Softly, Nancy bit the inside flesh of her bottom lip. She felt like she /needed/ to tell you something- but she just couldn't find the words to do so.

How could she express the fact she loves hanging out with you? How can she express the fact simply thinking of you is enough to make butterflies flutter in her ribcage? How could she explain she wanted to hold your hand and kiss your lips? She couldn't. Not while sober, at least.

The two of you drove in silence for a solid ten minutes- silence that wasn't uncomfortable, just a little... unfamiliar. Usually, the two of you were joking and talking all whilst you hung out.

"You okay, Nancy?" You softly asked, noticing the almost troubled look plastered on her face.

Nancy looked to you with an almost saddened look in her eyes. "I just... I don't know if I really want to go to the party. I know it's du-"

"We don't have to go, especially if you don't want to." You say with a soft smile. "I want you to have fun tonight! If fun for you is just hanging out, watching a movie, and feasting on popcorn, then that's fun for me too."

Nancy smiled softly, going quiet for just a moment. "Maybe... Maybe we could do some star gazing? I know it's a bit chilly, but-" She glanced out her window "it looks so beautiful outside."

You smile softly and nod. You weren't at all surprised Nancy would prefer to watch the stars instead of hanging out with drunk people. Hell- you'd prefer that too.

You pulled the car into a parking lot- one that had a small park and a baseball field surrounded by a thick forest of trees. What you felt when with Nancy was hard to describe. You could taste words on the tip of your tongue (happiness. hope. home. love.)- but they always scared a part of you for reasons you couldn't understand.

Parking the car, then turning it off, you and Nancy got out. She carried the case of beers with her already opened one still in her hand. You smiled softly over to her, causing her to return a smile with the tiniest blush- one that couldn't be spotted thanks to the dark atmosphere around you both.

"We can sit on the hood if you want." You say, walking and taking a seat on said hood. Nancy did so as well, setting the case of beer down between the two of you. The two of you still sat close- close enough for your shoulders to occasionally brush against one another.

The air outside didn't feel as chilly when the two of you were together. It felt far closer to pleasant- with fresh forest air swirling softly around and stars dancing in the sky above.

You take a beer, opening the can before bringing it to your lips- /drink, drink, drinking/ until your face feels slightly flushed and the tiniest bit numb.

Nancy chuckled softly as she watched you do so "Careful," She said "I don't want you getting sick."

You smile at this- at her instant concern for your wellbeing. She was too sweet- all strawberries and milk tea.

It was slightly hard to comprehend the fantastic human you had beside you, especially the more you two drank.

Within an hour and a half, between the two of you, you were already down six beers. It was a lot easier for Nancy to drink when around you- especially when it was just the two of you. It was more comfortable that way; safer, even.

Nancy went eventually quiet, just staring at the stars with glossed over eyes. She should tell you...

"Y-Y/N?" She softly asked, keeping her glossy gaze on the stars above. There was a small frown building between her brows, one that made her look unsure of what she was about to say.

"Yeah?" You softly ask, steadily gazing at her.

You saw Nancy bring the beer can to her lips again, take a mouth full, and then swallow down harshly. She still had yet to return your gaze.

"I need to tell you something..." She softly murmurs, finally looking over to you. "But- please, promise me you won't like laugh or-or get freaked out." Her voice broke slightly as she spoke, and the heavy look she was giving you told that this- whatever it was- was serious. That emotions were involved- and that it would hurt if you reacted negatively

"You have my word." You say, suddenly becoming aware of how your heart was beginning to race.

Nancy went quiet, dropping her gaze down to the hood the both of you sat on for a moment. She knew she could trust you. She could /feel/ her stomach turning up and around, could feel her heart beating wildly like a caged animal in her chest.

A soft, trembling hand took yours and held it gently, causing your own heart to begin beating harder. God- if she were sober, she'd probably be having a heart attack right about now.

"I like you, Y/N. Like, really like you. And-" She choked softly on her words, biting down on her lip. "I just... I just thought you should know." She says

You continued your wide-eyed, saucer-like gaze at her. Did she just say what you think she said? O-Or are you somehow misinterpreting this? Fuck- you hope there isn't any misinterpretation.

"Say something, Y/N. You're scaring me." Nancy says, forcing a small, uneasy chuckle with an equally small, uneasy smile

Slowly, you reach over, putting a gentle hand on her cheek. She couldn't help from leaning into it slightly, your thumb tracing over her cheekbone.

You leaned in slightly closer, allowing for your lips to connect. As soon as your lips connected, a jolt of pure, unrefined electricity bolted it's way down your spines. Is this what euphoria felt like? To feel as though a small, perfect eternity was passing between your bodies- where the sky and the ocean mixed on the horizon.

Her lips parted against yours, sweetly deepening the kiss. She would've been glad to continue kissing like this until the mountains fell into the sea- but her-and your- lungs thought otherwise. Breaking away, you both smiled brightly, lips buzzing and heads spinning.

You allowed for your forehead to rest comfortably on hers as you both caught your breath, hand still cupping her certainly crimson cheek, reddened lips softly brushing past one another.

"I really like you too, Nancy."

#nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x you #stranger things #my writing #my concept #nancy wheeler x fem!reader #gays of stranger things #nico writes

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musical-shit-show · 4 years ago

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Two Sides: Chapter 5

Previous Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4)

Characters: Musical!Beetlejuice, Female!OC, Lydia Deetz, Barbara Maitland, Adam Maitland

Warnings: anxiety, awkward attempts at flirting, panic attacks, cursing, a little bit of angst if you squint

Word Count: 1,930

Author’s Note: Been on a writing kick so I figured I’d post Chapter 5! Not much to say about this chapter, just some good old fashioned character development a.k.a. Beej being a pissbaby and Cassandra being an anxiety factory. Please check out my Masterlist here and my About Me page. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Both Cassandra and Beetlejuice called after the dark-haired girl, but she had already shut the door with a forceful yank. Causing mischief was something Lydia had perfected from spending a lot of time with Beetlejuice, and while she didn’t want to admit it, she was sort of glad her roommate had brought him back. Life without her undead companion was almost getting too normal for her liking.

She knew that this day was already turning out to be a lot to handle for Cassandra, but Lydia tried not to beat herself up about how everyone had been introduced. Nothing ever went according to plan in the Deetz/Maitland household, so it was just as well that the day had already erupted into total chaos. Still, Lydia hoped that her roommate would roll with the punches and make it through the weekend relativity unscathed.

After Lydia shut the door, Beetlejuice’s demeanor changed almost instantly. He leaned casually on the end of Cassandra’s wooden bed frame, his eyes scanning her, an impish glint in his eye. His green hair was now mixed with pale yellow and light pink colorations.

“So....does your hair always do that…?” Cassandra asked awkwardly, attempting to make some semblance of a conversation. The air in the room was still unbelievably tense, even after Lydia had properly introduced the two of them. A smug look flashed across the demon’s face.

“My hair’s sorta like a mood ring,” he said matter-of-factly, picking at the dead skin around his fingernails, “This shade of yellow means that I’m curious about ya. Pretty cool, huh?” He secretly wanted to impress her, and he thought the nonchalant act would do just the trick.

“And what does pink mean?” Cassandra asked, enthralled by the swirl of hues that now adorned his head.

“That I think you’re hot, babes,” he said, raising an eyebrow. He gave her another once over as Cassandra held back an uncomfortable laugh, taken aback at how forward he was.

“Oh, I’m sure you say that to all the girls you manhandle after they unwittingly unleash you into the mortal realm,” she said casually, doing her best to hide her discomfort with him. She did not take getting hit on well by living men, let alone men that had been dead for probably decades. Beetlejuice raised his eyebrows, wrongly suspecting that she was flirting back.

“What, are ya talking about that kiss?” he said innocently, his stocky frame inching closer to her, “Look, new girl, that was just a gesture of appreciation. You should be flattered.” Cassandra rolled her eyes, frustrated with the demon’s lack of self-awareness.

“Okay, first off, my name is Cassandra,” she said childishly, “Second, I’m not flattered by you fucking with me. The last hour of my life has been insane, and I really don’t need your help making it any crazier.” Beetlejuice felt the venom in her tone, but soldiered on until she cracked. Breathers like her always did, and he knew she was just putting on a front to seem tougher than she really was.

“Listen, babes, you gotta relax a little. Take a walk on the undead side,” he purred, “Why don’t I show ya—?” He stopped her pacing and grabbed her waist. Cassandra let out a small yelp of anger, pushing him away and plopping onto the bed. The comforter was now decidedly dirtier since the demon had laid on it, but she didn’t care. Hot tears of infuriation filled her eyes.

“Look, the last thing I want to do is get down and dirty with some dead guy that just appeared in my room and has been messing with me from the second I got here,” she said, in a quiet but sharp tone, “So please, for the love of all that is good and decent, could you, just, leave?” Instantly the pink and yellow swirls in his hair were mixed with a deep red and blue. Beetlejuice stared angrily at the floor, not used to being shot down so pointedly. This kind of rejection brought up emotions he wasn’t quite keen on revisiting, but he was too prideful to admit he had gone too far.

“Fine,” he muttered, not bothering to make eye contact with the already irked woman, “You’re not my type anyways, sweetheart. Guess I didn’t know Lydia had such a stuck up, goody-two-shoes breather for a roommate. See ya around, new girl.” With that he vanished from the room, a tiny *pop* emanating from the spot where he stood.

Cassandra let out another angry cry, overwhelmed with the day’s events. She understood where Lydia coming from, leaving the two of them together to get better acquainted. After all she was right: Cassandra was the one that stupidly summoned him. But it clearly didn’t occur to her that Beetlejuice would go back to his old self faster than lightning, making Cassandra incredibly uneasy in the process. A few moments later, a soft knock on the door broke her out of her emotional spiraling.

“Cassandra? It’s Barbara,” the blonde woman said softly, a tiny crack between the door and its frame forming, “Everything okay?” Cassandra quickly wiped away a small tear and cleared her throat.

“Uh, yeah, yeah everything is fine,” she said unconvincingly. Barbara took that as an invitation to open up the door fully and enter the guest room, Adam following quietly behind her. “I just, uh, met another dead person in this house. The guy who looks homeless and smells like a sewer.”

“Beetlejuice,” the couple deadpanned in tandem. Adam groaned in slight frustration, rubbing the back of his neck at the thought of the raucous demon back in his former home.

“Of course, of course he would be back here,” he said as Barbara rubbed his shoulders, attempting to relax him, “After we had just cleaned up from his last mess...did Lydia summon him?” Adam’s expression softened when he saw the guilt on Cassandra’s face. She had just met these people and had now accidentally freed an entity they clearly didn’t have much fondness for.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—” Cassandra let a few frustrated tears fall from her eyes, not able to even look up at the couple. Barbara sat down next to her on the bed, placing her hand on top of Cassandra’s. The living woman felt no sensation of being touched, but appreciated the gesture of comfort.

“It’s okay, honey,” Barbara said genuinely, her kind face illuminating the gloomy air in the room, “We aren’t upset with you, right Adam?” The woman nudged her husband quite forcefully, catching him slightly off-guard.

“No, no of course not,” Adam added, chuckling slightly, “It’s just, Beetlejuice can sometimes be...well, a handful.”

“Really?” Cassandra sniffed, drying her tears, “I hadn’t noticed.” The three of them cracked small smiles, slightly easing the disquieting air that hung in the room, “Is he always such a dick?” Barbara and Adam looked at each other, silently confirming the living woman’s question. Cassandra sighed. Not two hours into being in this house, and she had met three dead people and had already pissed off the most irritating of them all.

The Maitlands were at least acting civil towards her, even treating her with kindness. But there was something about Beetlejuice that made Cassandra’s temperature rise. The condescending smirk, the overzealous grabbiness, the complete unawareness of social cues...it all added up to a huge pain in the ass that she was going to have to deal with for the entire weekend.

‘You have to be nice,’ Cassandra thought, ‘For Lydia. He’s best friends with Lydia, and you need to be nice. Just for the weekend. And then you’ll never have to see that creep again.’ “Try and stick it out, just for a few days,” Barbara said sweetly, “He really isn’t that bad when you get to know him.” Adam smiled unconvincingly, doing nothing to quell Cassandra’s discomfort.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” she said, smiling as genuinely as she could muster, “I still have a little more settling in to do, but I’ll see you guys downstairs soon, okay?” The two ghosts nodded and disappeared in a flash, leaving the living woman alone once again. Cassandra closed her eyes yet again, finding it easier to process the events that had transpired since she had entered the house. She just had to accept that this was what Lydia’s world was like, even though she had no idea it existed.

She couldn’t blame Lydia for not telling her all these years, but she was still shocked to know that her best friend and roommate had successfully kept this from her for so long. A wave of emotions crashed down on her: hurt, anger, confusion, curiosity, excitement even. How was she supposed to make it through the rest of this trip without feeling like a mental patient? She felt a tightness in her chest, a telltale sign her anxiety had taken hold of her psyche.

Beetlejuice materialized in the room only seconds after the Maitlands vanished, watching her intently. Now he was intentionally making his presence unknown so he could further survey the damage without causing another scene. His hair was now a swirl of purple and red, creating a sea of maroon locks that adorned his head. He watched as Cassandra steadied her breathing and closed her eyes, attempting to gain her composure. She let a few stress-induced tears escape from her eyes but quickly brushed them away, as she shook her head and moved to unzip her duffel bag. Beetlejuice felt a twinge of guilt, a blue streak reappearing in his hair. He hadn’t met anyone new since he infiltrated the Maitlands’ home all those years ago, and the prospect of fresh meat to torment was too difficult to pass up. He feared he had gone too far, but those thoughts were replaced by annoyance and disdain.

‘Who does this breather think she is?’ he thought angrily, stewing in the corner of the room, still eyeing Cassandra as she methodically placed her clothes in an empty dresser, ‘Since when did Lydia get a new best friend? And how could that best friend possibly be a bigger mess than I am?!’

In all of his years as a bio-exorcist, Beetlejuice had never been turned down by a human so abruptly. Well, other than Lydia of course, but that was a different situation entirely. When it came to consenting adult breathers, Beetlejuice had them on their backs in no time. At their core, he knew that they loved the idea of breaking the rules, and getting pleasured by a demon was about the most sinful thing imaginable.

But this one? This trembling, crying, self-conscious mess that stood before him? She had made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with him, try as he might to be as friendly as he possibly could with her, though his definition of friendly was certainly more abrasive and forward than the average person’s, living or dead.

And the thought that this was the person Lydia was now spending all of her time with and not goofing off with him? Well, that only damaged Beetlejuice’s bruised ego even more. What made her so goddamn special?

Beetlejuice could feel himself growing more and more contemptuous towards Cassandra, but decided to at least attempt to be civil towards her, for Lydia’s sake. He was her best friend after all, and he wasn’t going to let this annoying breather change that over the course of one weekend.

Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun when Lyds wasn’t around...

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thorne93 · 4 years ago

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History Repeats (Part 5)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 2039

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

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After a grueling day at work, you left to go pick up some aspirin for a headache you’d acquired, and luckily, you’d remember that you'd ran out of meds at home. So you gathered your jacket, purse, told the next shift goodnight as you left. Hayden must’ve slipped in at some point in the night through the lobby because you didn’t see him all night and typically he at least waved to you or asked you to come up, but tonight you hadn’t seen him at all.

You stopped in at the pharmacy closest to work, hoping to pick up the pills and a coke to wash them down with, so that the pills could work while you drove.

After grabbing the pills, you some how ended up on the candy and greeting card aisle, looking for a candy bar to splurge on and maybe grab a stupid card for Hayden, to just thank him for being a sweet friend. Mid way through your long browsing, you heard two people laughing a few aisles over. They weren’t loud, it was just empty in the pharmacy except for the cashier, you, these two people, and one other man you’d passed earlier. You smiled a bit to yourself, happy for the young couple.

That was until the laugh continued and you recognized it.

Frowning, you made your way around the corner of the candy and went over to the source of the sound, your body moving on a mission, against your will. You weren’t sure you were ready for the sight you saw. Jason, and a girl you’d seen maybe once or twice before, in the condom aisle. He had two boxes in his hands and she was laughing and touching all over him.

“Jason?”

His eyes shot up to you as his face lost all humor and the girl turned to you as well, her face starting to falter.

“Y/N,” he breathed, staring at you. “What are you doing here?”

“Headache. Need meds. What’s--uh, what are you doing?” you asked, trying to be polite, a strangled smile painting on your face.

“Just...Uh…” he answered, putting the boxes back on their hooks. “I’m just…”

You shook your head, then nodded. “No, that’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’ll just be going,” you said, smiling and turning, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment and anger and the tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N, wait,” Jason said as you were turning, he moved past the girl with him and reached you, gently grabbing your arm.

As soon as you looked up at him, he had a sorrowful look on his face and his hand dropped from your arm.

“I’m sorry,” he offered. “We just...we started talking and--”

“Jason...I really don’t need an explanation. We’re not dating anymore.”

“I know but…”

“But it’s only been a little over a month?” you added, a little bit of sting in your voice and guilt colored his expression.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he asked with a shrug, his hands shoved in his jacket pocket.

“Nothing,” you assured. “I don’t need you to say anything, Jason. You live your life. We broke up for a reason,” you reminded, surprised at how well you were holding together, not crying or your voice cracking.

He nodded, stating, “Yeah, you’re right. We did. We broke up because we aren’t compatible, but me and Samantha, we--”

“Jason, save it,” you said. “I really don’t need to know how I was such an awful girlfriend and she’s fantastic. I get it. You don’t fucking love me. Move on. Jesus, why do you have to pour salt in the wound?” you snapped.

“I’m not trying to do that, Y/N, I just thought you deserved an explanation for--”

“For what? Sleeping with some new chick a month after we get out of a two year relationship? I think the picture is pretty clear, Jason. Thanks though, for belittling my intelligence yet again.”

At that, you turned and stormed off to the counter, grabbing your candy and coke on the way, checking out, and rushing to the car before he could see the tears on your face. As you started the car though, and put it into gear, you didn’t want feel the pull to go home. You didn’t want to go back to the place that was saturated with Jason’s memory. You needed someplace else. But where could you go at one in the morning?

With hope in your chest, you drove out of the parking lot and headed for the hotel, taking your bag of headache remedies and purse with you. You ran through the lobby, earning some looks from staffers and guests alike as you bee lined for the elevators, waiting impatiently for them to descend to pick you up. Finally, it arrived and you slipped inside as fast as possible, luckily, you were the only one on the elevator, and your few tears had already dried. The elevator seemed to have a personal mission to go as slowly as possible, however. The doors closed after what seemed like a decade, and it took twice as long to reach the sixth floor, where you bolted for Hayden’s room.

You stood there and knocked, praying he wasn’t asleep yet. No answer came for a while.

After a few minutes, you gave up, turning and ready to leave when the door unlocked and opened.

“Y/N?” he said, seeming tired.

At the sight of his face, the dam broke, and the tears burst hot onto your face. Ugly weeping began and Hayden’s face went from tired to alarmed.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” he asked as he opened the door wider, letting you come in.

You nodded as you stepped past him, standing in the little entry way of his suite, noticing he was clad in a cute dark green t-shirt and plaid pajama pants.

“Last I checked, sobbing in the middle of the night at a friend’s place isn’t a good sign for ‘okay’,” he said, a small smile pulling at his lips and you couldn’t help but let a small laugh come out at his joke. He walked closer to you and put his hands on your biceps, gently holding you. “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Ja--Ja--Jason,” you stammered, the ugly sobbing continuing.

“Here, come here,” Hayden instructed as he pulled you to the couch. “Do you want water?” he asked.

You shook your head and held up the bag, showing him you had a coke. He took the bag, pulled the drink, got a glass and ice, and poured the drink for you and came back and you sipped the drink.

“Shh...Y/N, calm down, calm down, just...collect your thoughts, take some deep breaths,” he offered, sitting across from you and stroking your back comfortingly.

You took his advice, taking a few deep breaths, sipping the coke, and slowly, the hysterics died down.

“You okay now?” he asked after about five minutes, a friendly smile on his face.

You nodded.

“Do you want to talk about whatever happened?”

You nodded. “I...I was out getting some aspirin for my headache, after work. I heard someone laughing, and I recognized it as Jason so I went over to him...and I find him with Samantha, a girl that used to sort of hang out with his friends, and they’re…” You stopped, feeling your throat swell again. You took a deep breath, stopping the release of fresh sobs. “They were checking out the condoms,” you said, rushing it out of your mouth as your face went into your hands, some more tears coming, but not quite as violent as they had.

Hayden shushed you as he scooted closer and put his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as you were bent over.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry…” he offered. “That really sucks. He’s a dick,” he responded.

You slowly sat up and his arms dropped from you as you shook your head.

“No. He's not. He’s got a right to date or do whatever he’s doing...It’s just that it’s only a month after we broke up and he’s already moving on? What does that say about us? I mean...we were together for two years. If it was six months, I could see it, sure we weren’t that close. But we lived together, we shared a life, we talked about getting married.”

“I can’t imagine how much this hurts you,” he said. “But if it’s any consolation, he’s an idiot.”

You laughed at his comment. “No, he’s not,” you said.

“No, he really is. You don’t just leave someone and then start dating a month later. Like you said, you two were pretty serious for a long time. If he’s sleeping with her, then...you know, maybe it’s been going on for more than just tonight, ya know? Either way, it’s really shitty what he did and you didn’t deserve that, so I’m sorry that happened.”

You waved it off. “The worst part was how he went on to say how good he and Samantha were, and how we weren’t compatible.”

“What? He said that?”

“Verbatim. I saw it, told him I was sorry for intruding, and as I was leaving he made it a point to try and explain to me why he was with her, what he was doing, as if I was a fucking idiot. I know what he’s doing with her, there’s no point to rub it in.”

“God...You know, I know you’re hurting, but in all honesty, I’m glad you’re not with him any more, he seems like a grade a asshole who doesn’t deserve your time,” he noted.

“Thanks,” you said as you took his hand and squeezed, smiling at him and he smiled back. “I know...That little comment tonight reminded me of how he always made me feel stupid and...worthless, you know? But it’s whatever. He’s moving on and so am I.”

Hayden nodded and smiled at you. “Good. You should.”

After a moment of staring at your newly found best friend, you came to your senses. “I’m really sorry for bothering you,” you suddenly offered, shaking your head and standing. “I shouldn’t be here bugging you in the middle of the night.”

“Woah, woah, where are you going?” Hayden asked as he stood with you.

“Home. My headache is worse now that I cried and haven’t taken anything. I’ll just go home and crash,” you said with a sigh.

“Wait, why don’t you just take the aspirin here, and when you’re feeling better, you can go home? I don’t want you driving when you’re upset and still have a headache.”

“That’s nice but no, I’ll be okay,” you assured.

“Really...If you left here upset, and something happened because I let you go, I’d never forgive myself. Just stay, relax,” he instructed.

“Okay, but just for a little bit,” you said as you took off your jacket and got the aspirin out, taking it with the coke. “Care if I lay down for a minute?”

“Go for it,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the bedroom, housing two beds.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you wandered over and gently sat down, then laid down, getting comfortable and trying to ease your throbbing head.

After a while, you hadn’t realized you were drifting off to sleep. You must’ve been so tired from the long day, headache, and the Jason ordeal, to really notice. Hayden heard your breathing as it went from normal to sleeping, even, soft breaths. He was on his bed, playing on his phone, trying not to make noise or disturb you. At the sound of your slumber though, a soft smile grew on his face as he glanced over to you.

He got up and went to the closet to grab an extra blanket he had requested a long time ago, draping it over you.

“Night, Y/N,” he softly said as he crawled into his bed, clicking out the lights and quickly falling asleep in the darkness, letting the sounds of your breathing lull him to a comfortable sleep.

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xazz · 4 years ago

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Okay now that I’m not always on the cusp of passing out from anemia we can get back to writing and posting

Pairing: AltMal, Altair+Desmond Rating: Explicit Tags: vampires, romance, servant AU, music AU, fluff, angst, flangst Status: WIP

As before Tumblr gets updated before AO3, meanwhile Patreon is like 40k words ahead of everyone. Like Malik and Altair have fucked already lol

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Altair was woken with a start to the sound of a slamming door. His eyes popped open and he didn’t know where he was. Then he looked next to him and saw a window, the curtains drawn. It was pitch black out.

He sat bolt upright, all the blood leaving his face.

He’d slept too late. He needed to go get Desmond. Oh the mistress would be furious with him! He was about to scramble out of bed when he realized he wasn’t alone in the bed.

Sitting on top of the comforter, was Desmond. “Altear,” he said when he saw Altair was awake.

“Desmond- what are you doing here— oh where am I?” He looked around in confusion. He was in a lovely bedroom. It hit him like a beam of wood. He was in Malik’s bed. The foreign vampire had insisted he take it and he sleep in the sarcophagus.

“Altear, plaw,” Desmond said.

“Not now,” he said gently. “Just a moment. I-“ he got out of bed as a figure stepped into the doorway. He froze but relaxed somewhat when he saw it was Malik.

“Ah, apologies. Did the door wake you? I didn’t think of that,” he said. Malik was unusually flushed, his skin ruddy and warm looking.

“I should have been up,” Altair said. “What’s he doing here?”

“I brought him here of course,” Malik said. “He’s been fed, its the one thing that useless mother of his does for him,” Malik rolled his eyes.

Altair remembered the conversation from last night. “Did— you talk with my masters?” he asked nervously. It would explain the slamming door and Malik being flushed from an argument.

“I did,” Malik said calmly. “We do not see eye to eye on how to treat the help.” His eyes narrowed. “But that’s not your problem.”

“... Am I going to be punished for what you did?”

“What? No. Why would you? William knows it was my idea alone.”

Altair breathed a sigh of relief. “Altear, plaw,” Desmond said.

“Desmond, I just woke up. Give me a moment here,” he said. Desmond folded his little arms. He ran his hands through his hair trying to think. “What now then?” he asked Malik. He knew Malik had ideas already. “Will you let me alone?”

“Am I such a bother?”

“I would have rather been ignorant than know what you told me,” Altair said. “I can never unknow this now. I know my stay here at the castle will be a long one. And your stay will end before that. I wish you hadn’t told me about the cellar.”

Malik frowned and he walked into his bedroom properly. “You deserve to know, and be treated with some damn dignity.”

“They already basically kidnapped me, Malik. I have no dignity left,” Altair said loudly. “You think I wanted to come here? I had a life, a livlihood. I’m my father’s only child. If he dies before this is over there will be no more luthiers in the valley,” he rubbed his face miserably.

“Do they know that?”

“They don’t care,” Altair said weakly. “They’ll care in twenty years when no more instruments are made and the ones around become broken and no one can fix them and their parties will be only full of brass and percussion. Fiddle players will keep their instruments carefully but they’ll eventually become warped with time and age and wet and they won’t sound right anymore.” Altair sighed deeply. “But right now they don’t care the only heir to the luthier family in the valley is here, in the castle, raising their son because they won’t.” He hugged himself.

Malik came closer. “Can I do anything-

“No,” he sat on the bed miserably. “No one can do anything. I’m stuck here until Desmond is big enough. Who knows when that will be,” he looked at Desmond.

“Plaw,” he said.

Altair sighed. “Alright. I need to go get the violin-

“Oh, I brought it,” Malik said and nodded to next to him. Altair looked and the case was there. “I figured you’d want it.”

“Thank you,” Altair picked it up and put it on the bed. Malik sat on the end of the bed as he tightened the bow and tuned the strings, listening carefully as he turned the pegs. It needed only slight adjustment each time, as he loosened the strings some at night so they wouldn’t have too much tension on them.

“Plaw, plaw!” Desmond cried happily. He immediately became quiet when Altair drew the bow across the strings in a rich chord. He closed his eyes and like last night started with the lullaby with a flourish before breaking off into some riffs he didn’t remember as soon as he played them. But they sounded good. That’s all the two vampires cared about, that they sounded good, they didn’t care if Altair played an actual song or not.

He played for a while before his stomach started to complain quietly. He pulled the bow across one last time as he opened his eyes. Desmond was watching with wide eyes of amazement. Malik was watching with equal intensity. “No,” Desmond complained.

“Yes. I’m hungry,” he told Desmond.

“Plaw, plaw.”

“Later,” Altair put the violin away. He then picked Desmond up and grabbed the case. “We’ll be off now,” he told Malik. “Thank you for letting me sleep here, sir. But please, leave me alone.” Malik frowned at him but he didn’t care if he’d hurt the vampire’s feelings. He’d single handedly upturned Altair’s entire life by telling him he was being treated like less than livestock and he had a miserable existence to look forward to for years to come.

He put the violin in Desmond’s room and carried the child down to the kitchen. Desmond busied himself investigating all the lower cabinets while Altair had a cold pasta salad. It had been in the cool box a while too long and was mushy. It tasted awful. He didn’t finish it and just put his face in his hand tiredly.

Why did this have to happen to him?

He looked down when Desmond pulled on his shirt. “What is it, Desmond?” he asked quietly, looking at the little vampire boy. Desmond made a motion like he was hungry. Of course he was. Just what Altair needed. To look at one of those damn vampires who lied to his face and ask them to go get Desmond a meal from the ‘livestock’. Yeah. Sure.

“Are you really hungry or are you bored huh? You had breakfast just a little while ago,” Altair said and combed Desmond’s bangs from his eyes gently. Desmond just shrugged.

He wasn’t going to ask a vampire for help. He just pushed himself to his feet and stuck one of the chickens. Desmond wouldn’t care and his parents wouldn’t know. Not like Desmond would tell them. Desmond still drank out of the big syringe, not quite coordinated enough to drink from a cup and Altair didn’t feel like cleaning up all the blood when he spilled. He put Desmond in his lap and fed him thinking about what to do.

Moonlight slanted through the thick window into the kitchen. It was well and truly dark out. Dawn was a long way away but he didn’t think it was so late yet really. Once Desmond had finished Altair left the kitchen through the side door and looked down the mountain. Castlesong still had lights on down below.

“Desmond,” Altair called. “You want to play?”

“Plaw!” Desmond jumped over to him, his useless little wings fluttering behind him excitedly.

Altair wanted a fresh, hot, meal damnit. “Okay. C’mon,” and he grabbed Desmond’s hand. “We’re going to go see the people.”

“Pople?” Desmond asked.

“Yes,” Altair stepped outside.

“Awwwww,” Desmond looked up. It occurred to Altair then that he’d never taken Desmond outside before. “Altear,” he pointed up at the stars and the moon.

“That’s the moon, and the stars,” Altair said. Desmond jumped like he wanted to fly but his insectoid wings were far too weak to carry him. Altair just smiled and led him down the stairs away from the castle.

On the road he hoisted Desmond up so he didn’t trip and continued the walk down to the town. Desmond reached up trying to grab the moon and Altair just chuckled. At least his wings had curled back up against his back.

It was late enough that the pub was mostly empty except for the lag abouts and drunks. A half asleep bard was in the corner plucking at his guitar, slumpee over the fat belly of the instrument. Altair sat with Desmond at a booth so he could lock the boy against the wall. Desmond’s mouth was open and he was staring all around in wonder at the building.

The maid came over, looked like she had a snide remark but noticed the vampire sitting next to Altair. Even if she didn’t know Desmond’s teeth still barely fit in his little mouth and hung open they were like little jagged knives behind his lips. She didn’t say anything at all. Altair just ordered the stew and bread, fresh bread, and an ale. The maid retreated, casting a look over her shoulder at Desmond as she left, white as a ghost.

“This place is neat huh?” Altair asked Desmond, propping his chin up with a fist. “It’s called a pub. Can you say pub?”

“Pup,” Desmond said, popping the second p.

“Pub,” Altair said back, popping the b instead.

Desmond giggled. “Pup pup,” popping the p each time. Altair smiled.

“That is a puppy. This is a pub.”

“Pub,” Desmond finally said.

“Good boy,” and Altair gave him a squeeze.

“Pup,” Desmond squeaked and Altair just chuckled. “Pupie? Pupie?”

“It’s a little... dog. But you don’t know what a dog is,” Altair sighed.

“Doug— dougy?”

“I’ll find a book with a dog in it, okay? And maybe a puppy too.”

“Pup pup,” Desmond peeped. Then he leaned back against the seat when someone came up to their table.

It was the bard with his fat bellied guitar. “Eavening,” he said, tipping his head to Altair.

“Morning,” Altair replied and the bard smirked.

“Mind if I join ya?”

“Depends on what you want.”

“Never seen a vampire before. He’s real little,” he smiled at Desmond who sunk under the table.

“He’s shy,” Altair said. “But he likes music.”

“You don’t say?” The bard swung his guitar around to be over his chest. “Well I happen to know a guy,” and he plucked a little ditty as cheerful and bouncy as a new fawn. Desmond’s eyes appeared over the top of the table with interest. “Ah, you like that huh?” he asked Desmond. Desmond nodded. “Good taste you got there, young master,” and the bard played a song Altair recognized.

“Come In, Come In, we'll do the best we can

Come In, Come In, bring your whole bloody clan

take it nice and easy and we'll take you by the hand

set ye down and treat ye 'dasent' I'm a valley man”

Altair felt himself singing along a little as the bard played. Desmond was enthralled. He crawled under the table to sit on the other booth seat to be closer to the bard. As the bard started the chorus the maid returned with Altair’s stew and bread. She eyed the bard but didn’t say anything and also didn’t ask Altair for any money. Good. Fuck her.

The bard had turned to Desmond now as he played and sang, bouncing his foot to keep the beat. It let Altair eat in peace. He hummed along to some of the song. The bard was very good and had a nice voice. After a few songs Desmond started making noises like he was singing along too and the bard started repeating verses so the child could catch on. Altair had by now finished his warm meal and was just watching them. It was cute to see Desmond happily going along with the bard just like a human child would. If you ignored the teeth and the eyes he even looked like a human child.

The bard played a fast song high on the register. A song he probably only sang to show off. He had a good range and could get those high notes that would normally require a woman singer to reach. But reached them. Desmond beeped up there at the high register too, trying to match the bard’s high chords. Then he did something that made Altair go white. He opened his mouth wide, far too wide for a human child, for a moment it looked like he was tearing open his mouth, and displaying a huge assortment of teeth so he could scream at a high octave. So much so that it made the glass of Altair’s tankard sing.

The bard jumped back, the music stopping abruptly. Altair lunged over the table and clapped his hand under Desmond’s chin to close his mouth, abruptly shutting off the sound.

The noise had roused the drunks and the lay abouts. They were all turned towards their little booth. The bard was white as a sheet and looked visibly shaken to really see how big Desmond’s mouth was and how full of teeth it was. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” and Altair got up and picked Desmond up. He protested but Altair paid him no mind. “I’m sorry for the trouble,” and Altair put the money he would have used to pay for the meal onto the table for the bard.

“No. No!” Desmond cried as Altair took him out of the pub.

“Yes,” Altair said sternly once they were outside. “You scared that man.”

“Plaw!”

Altair took some steps away from the front door and set Desmond down, then he took a knee in front of him. “You can’t do that,” he said sternly. Desmond folded his little arms, pouting. “You scared him. You made him afraid. Like when the light comes in from the outside sometimes when we don’t close your drapes all the way? That’s scary right?” Desmond nodded. “These are scary,” he pushed Desmond’s lips open to indicate his teeth. He knew Desmond wouldn’t bite.

“Wha?”

“Why? Because you’re a vampire, Desmond,” he said patiently. “I don’t have teeth like that, see,” and he bared his teeth at Desmond. Desmond nodded. “But outside vampire teeth are very scary to people.”

“Bad?”

“No. Not bad. But if you want people to like you you need to not frighten them,” he stroked Desmond’s hair gently.

“Altear do?”

Altair softened. “Yes. I like you. Do you feel bad?” Desmond nodded. “If you want people to be okay with mistakes you’ve made you need to say sorry. It’s important to apologize.”

“Altear, sowwy,” Desmond said, his little lips pursed sadly.

Altair hugged him. “Apology accepted,” he said gently. “Now let’s go home, okay?” When Altair picked him up Desmond didn’t protest. He just leaned on Altair’s shoulder and watched as they walked out of town and back up to the castle.

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