#I did these at like 4am and they took me surprisingly long to think about

[weekdaysend]

Teeheehee

[levi-my-beloved]

Hello love, I was wondering that since your requests are open, could you maybe write some Levi smut with gender neutral reader? But can everything be focused on Levi. Reader just has to explain to him just how absolutely perfect he is whole. From the shape of his body to his steel eyes, then reader explains how much they love him and Levi gets all soft and flustered? Sorry if that was way too specific 😭

Perfect Imperfections

Pairing: Postwar!Levi x GN!Reader

Word Count: 5.2K (pls someone stop me)

Warnings: Spoilers for the end of AOT, anxiety attack, oral (m receiving), face fucking, slight overstim, dacryphilia if you squint, might have to wade through the softest fluff ever... 18+ MINORS DNI ISTG

A/N: pls idk why this one took me forever hhhh im sorry this took so long. It was such a cute ask tho pls i love it so much, thank you for sending in another request hehehe. i hope this is what you had in mind ^-^

@peace-for-levi here you are bb :3

If Levi would hazard a guess, it could have been anywhere between 3-4am right now. No light illuminated his surprisingly cosy bedroom at the Scout HQ, and though he’d been trying to get to sleep for the best part of five hours, his mind and stomach wouldn’t let him. Unease coiling in his gut, writhing and twisting until it was almost physically painful. Tendrils of doubt curled and slithered about in his brain, suffocating until all he could think about was his new reality.

The war was over. Eren was dead. The rumbling had been stopped. This was his last night in Paradis before he moved to Marley. He should be happy. He should be relieved. But all he could worry about was what the fuck he was supposed to do now? What was he good at? What other skills did he have other than fighting and killing? How the fuck was he supposed to survive in this new world that didn’t need newly crippled veteran soldiers. The thought had his eyes sliding to his leg beneath the covers, a heavy sigh breezing from his lips as he brought his hand up in front of his face, fingertips tracing over the new imperfections, cringing at the heavily scarred area where his ring and middle fingers used to be. He brought that same hand to the scars on his face, delicately swiping over his eye. Disgust replaced the unease in his gut, travelling up to and constricting around his heart until he felt it’s rapid beats in his ears, it’s pulses in his chest. He tried to take a deep breath but found his lungs tight and unable to take in the oxygen he needed.

Levi closed his eyes, hoping that the darkness behind his eyelids would appear more friendly than the suddenly less cosy room, but he just made it infinitely worse. Breaths quickening, heart thundering, brain fogging, he knew exactly what was happening and yet it still felt like he was going to die here and now.

The slightest shuffle to his right had him freezing almost instantly. In his loss of control, he’d forgotten what, or rather who, was now sleeping beside him. Slowly turning his head, he was relieved to see you were still asleep, though your slight stir had been enough to bring him from his downward spiral. You’d shifted over, blanket tightening around your shoulder as you now faced him, still completely lost in your dreamworld, your face scrunching slightly before relaxing once again. You looked so peaceful, and yet here he was on the cusp of a panic attack whilst you slept so soundly beside him. He couldn’t help but feel selfish.

You would usually sleep on the left side before Levi sustained his injury, but had since swapped due to the fact it was less far to walk from the bed to the bathroom from the left side. You’d been so good to him, despite recovering from injuries yourself. Three long, jagged scars now marred your chest and stomach, a wound from one of the Jaw Titans you sustained during The Battle Between Heaven and Earth. A stupid fucking name for it, in his opinion. They weren’t deep, deep enough to scar, but not deep enough to endanger your life.

Gently detangling your body from the tightened covers, Levi lifted them from your sleeping form, just enough to see the top of the highest scars peaking above the collar of your nightshirt, indented in your skin starting from the dip between your left collarbone and shoulder. He knew where it led. Knew that this specific one ended just above your right pectoral, and knew the second one started at the top of the left side of your ribcage, just under your pectoral, and ended just below your ribcage on the right side. He knew the last one had sliced down from beneath your left ribcage and down to your right hip bone. He knew these scars. He’d held you close to him whilst clinging onto the back of Falco’s titan. He’d felt your slick blood soak through his shirt as he begged you to stay with him. That you’d nearly made it. He’d watched as they carted you away, stitched you up and laid you down to rest. And he hadn’t left your side since then, not that he could get very far anyway. He could barely make it to the bathroom by himself.

Speaking of which…

Levi sighed again, swinging one of his legs over the side of the bed, before shifting the other with the utmost caution and care. It had been over a month since the battle. Over a month since the injury, and he still hadn’t recovered properly. It was a fucking joke.

As silently as he could, Levi left you alone in the bed, limping his way to the bathroom like some wounded animal and it repulsed him. Gone were the days where he could walk smoothly, and gone were the days where he could leave his bed without waking anybody else up, unbeknownst to him.

Levi shut the door before lighting the candles, not wanting the gentle glow to stir you from your sleep, before turning to the mirror and immediately cringing upon his appearance. He wondered how you could still look at him without averting your gaze. He wondered how you were still able to maintain eye contact even though one of his was now clouded milk. He hadn’t seen any looks of pity on your face, but he couldn’t believe you didn’t feel like that. He couldn’t believe you could look at him and genuinely love him the same way you did before. Did you feel sorry for him? Were you only staying with him out of that pity he feared so much? Were you just waiting until tomorrow, where the two of you were finally going to escape this island, to tell him it was over, and you were moving on?

“Fuck…” he hated thinking like this. You weren’t that shallow, and even entertaining the fact that you were still with him out of some sort of charity you felt would make you go crazy. He could already picture your face, thunderclouds in your eyes as you asked him how the fuck he could think that after staying with him through thick and thin.

Little did he know the door had been opened behind him. So busy scrutinising his own face, he hadn’t noticed you in the reflection, leaning against the door frame, arms folded over your chest. He didn’t notice you until two arms wrapped around his waist, and your chin came to rest on his shoulder. You could feel his body jump slightly, though no shock showed on his face. Forever hiding his emotions. You looked into his reflected eyes, and though one window to his heart was now shut, the other still remained wide open for you.

“If you’re grumpy tomorrow because you didn’t get enough sleep I’m going to kick your ass.” you murmured into his neck, breathing in his freshly showered, clean smell. A smell that was distinctly him.

Levi huffed in gentle amusement, his hand encompassing your arm around his waist, before his eyes dropped to realise it was the wounded hand, and he promptly dropped it back down to his side. He avoided your gaze in the mirror, knowing you would have picked up on that little movement and knowing you would understand exactly what it meant. Exactly what he was thinking. He often found himself cursing you for knowing him so well.

“Do you find me–”

“If the end to that question is anything other than ‘gorgeous’ or ‘a pain in my ass’ then I really am going to kick you.” you interrupted, your arms tightening around him as your tone hardened. You were not about to let him think any different about himself just because of a few scars. “Do you find me hideous?” Levi whirled at the question, eyes searching your face in utter indignant shock at what you’d just asked.

“Stupid fucking question, no I don’t. Of course I don’t.” Even though you wanted nothing more than to be close to him right now, you pulled away, immediately missing his body warmth as you took a couple steps back, once again folding your arms over your chest.

“Why not? I’ve got scars. New and old. Physical and mental. How come you don’t find me hideous and yet you find it so easy to hate yourself.” Levi almost flinched. He was not expecting you to be quite that blunt, if he was being honest. He too took a step back, leaning against the sink basin as he mulled over your words. You’d trapped him in a box, knowing it was hypocritical of him to think the way he does about himself, and then think a completely different way about you. He knew how ridiculous that was, and yet…

“That’s not the same thing.” he muttered quietly, already anticipating your scoff of disbelief. And he wasn’t disappointed. Your loud huff almost made him smile, and he would have done, had he not been in the process of trying to prove a pointless point.

The soft padding of your feet had him raise his eyes, skin prickling with goosebumps as you hands trailed over his bare chest and up until your arms circled around his neck and you were once again resting your chin on his shoulder, only now the reflection in the mirror was your own.

“Levi, you had scars before I met you. We continued to gain scars together. Do you really believe I would all of a sudden find you grotesque to look at just because we gained a few more?”

“I think grotesque is a bit strong…”

“Answer the damn question.” placing your hands on his shoulders, you leant back to properly look at him, raising a brow at his continued silence. A thumb beneath his chin steered his gaze back to you, something he’d been desperately trying to avoid once again. With a heavy sigh, Levi admitted what you’d been waiting for.

“No…” though the quiet admission wasn’t enough for you.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that? Could you speak a little louder for me?” Levi’s gaze narrowed, though he tried unsuccessfully to hide his little smirk at your antics.

“Fucking brat… No, I don’t think that.” he silently relished in your grin of triumph, adoring the way it lit up your eyes even in the low light. Your cheeky smile faded into something a little more genuine, something full of utter awe and adoration for the man in front of you. Something Levi recognised, causing him to look away a little awkwardly, still not knowing what to do when you look at him like that, with eyes so brimming with love.

When you brushed your lips against his, Levi instantly melted. And insecurities about his hand faded away as he placed them both on your waist, standing upright so you didn’t have to awkwardly lean on him anymore, though he kept most of his weight still on his uninjured knee. Your tongue swiped against his lower lip, silently asking for permission to enter, and it was less than a second before you were tasting the slight mint flavour of his mouth.

A low groan escaped his lungs when your fingers drifted up the back of his neck, gently scratching the coarse hairs of his undercut before firmly lodging themselves in his locks. You used that leverage to gingerly tilt his head up and to the side as you left his mouth, suckling and biting along his jaw and down the side of his neck, delivering a sharp nip to his pulse point and feeling it quicken beneath your tongue. A breath of your name urged you on, trusting him to keep his head tilted for easier access, your hands once again travelled the plains of his chest, nails gently dragging down his ribs as you felt him shiver beneath your touch.

Levi’s mind was blissfully blank, simply content to enjoy the feeling of your lips and teeth against his skin. He noticed how you always lingered on his scars, taking your time to run your tongue along the raised or dented skin, his breath hitching as you rambled about how beautiful he is against his collarbone, before your teeth sunk into his soft flesh and you sucked a blossoming bruise to the surface, and a grunted whine from his throat. He could feel his arousal stirring, his flannel bottoms doing nothing to conceal his steadily growing erection. You had this effect on him, you’d always had this effect on him, and ever since the war ended, he’d found a new appreciation for it.

You resurfaced to his face, a wicked smirk pulling at your lips. Clearly you’d also felt his stirring, your hand intertwining with his as you slowly and sensually pulled him from the bathroom. Levi raised a brow at the way you bit your lip in subdued excitement, though he tried to feign indifference, you could tell he wasn’t by the way his clothed cock continued to harden.

Stopping your movements, you let him catch up to you, his hands once again falling to your waist, his head dipping with the intention of delivering the same treatment to you as you just did to him, but you stopped him before he could. He hadn’t registered the fact you’d managed to slowly spin the two of you around, only realising when the back of his legs touched the bed behind him and you pushed, sending him falling onto the surprisingly plush mattress.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Levi raised a brow of aroused intrigue as you crawled up his body, immediately returning your teeth home to his neck, suckling like a hungry kitten against his soft skin. You heard his breath hitch, unable to contain your smile against his pulse point as you once again sucked.

Levi allowed his eyes to close, basking in your adoration as his hands landed on your waist with the intention of flipping you over. But in a moment of remarkable strength, you shoved those hands up above his head, pinning his wrists amongst the multitude of pillows you swore you needed to sleep properly. Confusion replaced arousal as he peered at you quizzically.

“Are we not–”

“No, we’re not. Just let me show you. Will you do that? Will you let me show you?” there was so much conviction in your voice, he was finding it hard to say no to. Not only that, but he was a little curious as to what you had planned. With his wrists still pinned with one hand, you brought the other down to gently caress the scar over his eye, the pads of your fingers ever so delicately soothing the healed wound, showing no hesitation in your touch.

“Show me what?” His voice was nothing more than a rasped whisper as he leaned into your hand down the side of his face, pressing a small kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving your as he searched for your answer. But it came not in words, but rather in actions. Another one of you coy little smirks pulled at your lips as you let go of his wrists, trusting him to keep them there for now, before your head dipped back down to the side of his neck, your breath ghosting up his skin. You paused by his ear, gently tugging on his lobe with your teeth just to hear the sweet gasp he drew.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” your tone was deliberately breathy, enjoying the way he shivered beneath you. You had to show him. It had become your personal mission now. To make him feel every pulse of you aching admiration for him. Your lips fell back against his jugular, nipping at his Adam’s apple before dragging your touch down his chest. Electricity sparked at your fingertips as you rolled one of his nipples in between your thumb and forefinger, the other now enveloped in your mouth, encouraging the softest whimpers from the back of his throat with your tongue, flicking and playing with the pebbled sensitivity.

You failed to stifle a chuckle at his heated choke when you both bit and pinched with your mouth and hand, feeling the result of your attention where you straddled his hips jolt in anticipation. Removing your mouth from his chest, you admired the string of saliva connecting the two of you as you brought your thumb to smear your spit across his pecs, glancing up to his pleasure contorted features. Brows pulled up into a pinched arch, his lips sandwiched between his teeth when he wasn’t gasping or whining. The slightest flush had just started to creep across his cheeks and down his neck when he cracked his eyes open, partly curious to see why you’d stopped, and partly to convey just how much he wanted you to keep going.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Levi. So pretty. My pretty boy.” you murmured as you slunk down his body, his hips bucked slightly in response to your words, desperate for you to keep up your ministrations, but you weren’t done worshipping him yet. Your fingers skirted around the hem of his bottoms, snapping the elastic against his hips before dipping your thumbs inside the flannel fabric. Not to provide any stimulation, but rather to massage and sooth his already tensing muscles. You wanted him to relax and enjoy this.

You dragged the clothing down with you the further you crawled, guiding the elasticated hem over his thighs, smirking at his hitch of breath as his cock sprung free, before removing them completely. But you didn’t head straight for the main event, instead you turned your attention to his calves, your hands kneading the muscles either side of your hips as you knelt between his legs. Bending down, you placed the gentlest of kisses against the scars on his knee. A wound you knew hurt so much more than any of the others simply for what it had done to him. You knew he hated those scars more than the ones on his hand, or his face. Because this one made him slower, made him less reactive, less dangerous. Less capable of protecting you. And he hated it.

You whispered soft affirmations against the mangled joint, each one going straight to his heart, reassurance deftly unwrapping the constrictions of doubt he’d had suffocating his thoughts as you moved up his leg, biting into the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Levi’s eyes flew open at the tender hurt, another sharp gasp flying from his disobedient lips. He could have sworn he shut them earlier, but as you closed in on where he needed you most, he didn’t have the capacity to mull it over. That was, until you bypassed his aching length all together, and started on his other thigh.

Rising up on his elbows and peering down at you, Levi just managed to stifle a whimper long enough to ask;

“Wh-what are you doing?”

A question that earned himself a quiet chuckle in response, followed by another graze of your teeth against his supple flesh. It wasn’t until he looked down did he realise what you were actually doing. You were following the marks left by his ODM gear. Now he’d noticed, he couldn’t help but think that should have been obvious beforehand, however that was just another effect you had on him. He lost all perception of the obvious whenever you knelt between his thighs.

“Just… feel.” you instructed, resurfacing to gently push against his slick chest, nestling him back against the mattress before you resubmerged yourself beneath his pleading wants. “Everything about you is so fucking perfect. Everything. Your face, your body, your scars, your heart. There’s not a single thing I would change about you Levi. Not a single thing.” Levi found himself returning his gaze to the ceiling, not quite knowing how to respond. A deeper blush darkened across his already cherry-blossom cheeks, closing his eyes to simply do as you instructed. To simply feel.

Although his lasted all of two seconds before your fingertips grazed the underside of his length, and Levi’s hips bucked once again, a soft curse falling from his untamed mouth as your palm encased the base of his cock, though you still hadn’t moved, content to just let him stew in his arousal and the precum that was now leaking from his tip.

Back in the Scouts, Levi Ackerman was known for his restraint. He was known for his patience and stoicism, but with you finally giving him what he’d craved all evening, all that was left of this reputation was thrown out of your private window. The bed below him dipped as he tried to manually apply some friction, attempting to move your hand up his shaft by withdrawing his hips as much as he could, but this only resulted in you gripping his harder, a soft moan drawn from his lungs along with the rest of his breath. He was getting needy.

“Please? Please. I need you. Show me… show me, please.” you knew exactly what he was asking for, and though your instinct was to make him beg further, you ignored that in favour of your original objective. You knew exactly what he was asking for.

Show me how good you can make me feel.

With a steady, confident hand, you began to pump his shaft, forcefully dragging out those erotic, airy groans with little mercy, his hips moving in time with your hand. Though your grip was firm, the palm of your hand was remarkably soft for somebody who’d spent the best part of their life fighting. With the lubrication of his own slick, you relished in the slight squelch of your movements dancing and mingling with his lewd whimpers of your name, that same expression from before returning only this time, his mouth hung open. A gateway for all those sinful noises you adored to pull from him.

For example, the pitiful, desperate mewl he made as you pulled your hand from his length, tapping his thigh slightly to get as much attention as you could from a man who was already losing his mind.

“Need you at the edge of the bed, make it easier for me, yeah?” you knew he would comply anyway, but you made sure to always ask. Levi nodded vaguely, sitting up and letting you pull him down until his feet touched the cold floor, either side of your knees as you sat on your heels. You were careful to avoid his injured joint, happily planting one more kiss against the scarred flesh before returning your attention back to his throbbing cock. You settled your hand back around the base, allowing your thumb to trace and apply pressure to the most prominent vein underside his shaft. Levi fell back once again with a low moan, one hand fisting his hair as subtle ecstasy started to replace the borderline painful ache of his pulsing length.

Your supple palm rested atop his tip, drawing soft circles with your entire hand, before your grip tightened and you massaged in those same circular motions, your middle fingers gathering the precum at his slit before spreading it around his sensitive head.

“Fuck…” his curse was almost inaudible, hips rising to grind against your touch. There was something carnal about not being able to see what you were doing. Not knowing where or how you would touch him next. He made a scribbled mental note to bring up blindfolds with you later, before it was hastily shoved aside by yet another thrum of pleasure through his veins, his heartbeat quickening with every slight movement.

Levi’s chest inflated as your tongue came in contact with his shaft, his tip now a fountain, leaking with every intense pulse of his arousal. You dragged your pointed muscle along that very same vein your thumb was teasing earlier, listening to the pitchy whines of his lust before circling his head, your hand replacing what you’d left behind, smearing your saliva along his cock.

A gentle groan left your own lips as his fingers threaded into your hair, anchoring himself to the dock of your scalp, lest he be carried above the clouds by your malleable tongue. You grinned against him, lapping the precum from his tip before sloppily kissing the head of his cock like you would his lips, your attention leaving him cross-eyed and bursting with need.

Levi’s other hand scrunched the sheets below him as you finally wrapped your mouth around his bulging tip, a flurry of broken moans spurring you on as you firmly pumped what you refused to put in your mouth. For now, at least. All your teasing and building had left him stupid, able to think of nothing else but his torturous need for release. His hips thrust gently, rhythmically into your mouth and you held your tongue out for him, helping him on his way. Before you took that away from him as well. Pushing against his hip bone, you refused to let him move as you once again enveloped his cockhead in your mouth, and sucked. Hard.

“Sh-shit! Fuh-fuck, oh fuck keep– nngh, keep going. Pl’please, keep going.” there was nothing quite as arousing as listening to him beg. You weren’t even trying and yet your good boy was pleading with you. A savage smirk spread across your glistening lips as you pulled off him, emptying his chest of another pitiful mewl.

“Only if you acknowledge how fucking perfect you are.” you mused, idly circling the now shining tip of his cock with your middle finger, watching in amusement as he tried to get you to continue by thrusting into your touch. Glancing up his sweat slickened chest, you watch his brows furrowed in concentrated heat, clearly debating whether the admission was worth the mind-shattering orgasm he knew you were going to give him. As if to sway his decision, you poked your tongue back out, delivering a few kitten licks up his shaft.

“O-okay, okay fuckin’... fine! …mperfect…” you quirked a brow, sitting up on your knees to really take in the visual before you. Your partner, all splayed out on the best, chest heaving, sweat beading, muscles shaking. But his face, oh his face; brows pinched up, eyelids fluttering, his cheeks all flushed and rosy for you. That muscle in his jaw quivering in a battle between his defiance and need. One you wouldn’t mind interfering in. Leaning across his chest, you pulled at his shoulder to get him to sit up, giggling slightly as his head got left behind a little, before he was faced with the picture of you kneeling between his thighs once again, looking up at him. His hand left your hair to cup your face, thumb running across your bottom lip as you smiled softly, leaning into his touch. A hiss left his teeth as you dipped to lick his cock, before quirking your brow again.

“You’re what?” you asked, smirking like the brat you both knew you were. Levi huffed a sigh, a hand threading through his own hair as he rolled his eyes in acceptance. You always got your way.

“I’m perfe– oh fuck! Fuck…!” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before you’d completely devoured his length, his head brushing the back of your throat as you swallowed around him, provoking cries of your name to fly from his pretty lips.

Hands on his hips, you kept him upright as you bobbed your head along his length, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue, pulling out every trick in the book you knew would get him there. One of your palms snaked down his hip bone, kneading and massaging his balls just to hear another one of those whimpered groans you couldn’t get enough of. Sex saturated the air, thickening the steady breaths you took through your nose as you held him in your throat, doing nothing but swallowing around him.

“S-stop… you’re gonna make me fucking– h’haa’ah, make me fucking cum if you d-do that… gonna make me cum…!” so, naturally, you continued. Your tongue massaging circles along the underside of his length as you continued to just swallow, your teary eyes drinking in his fucked out appearance above you, his own wide and unblinking as he watched you. Until your pace increased tenfold.

Levi threw his head back, eyes rolling into his skull as you furiously fucked his length into your mouth, your hand still fondling and massaging his balls until all he could think about, all he could feel, was you. And the tightening coil in his stomach snapping so forcefully he didn’t know if you could take it.

“C-cumming…! Cumming! Sh-shit oh f’fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming i’m cu’a-haah, haaa’ah, shit!” you relished in the way his voice broke alongside his cries, pitchy and breathy as you felt his length pulse against his tongue, ropes of his cum coating your muscle as you drank his release as he came hard, his thighs quivering beneath your grip, one of his hands braced behind him so he wouldn’t fall, the other clenching and unclenching against your scalp as you sucked him through the throes of pleasure, draining his heavy balls of all he had to give.

Warmth spread throughout his chest as his high clouded his mind, hips stuttering against your face as you blew him into overstimulation, jolts of pain-laced pleasure shocked his system as he begged for you to come away, to let him recover.

You didn’t listen.

Not for a few more seconds anyway, content to listen to him cry as you continued to flick your tongue over his weeping slit. Content to feel him squirm in your grasp, hands desperate to pull you off his length. Content to watch the few tears leave his clenched eyes, broken pleas falling so easily from his mouth anyone would have thought you hadn’t let him cum.

But, you had been merciful tonight, giving him what he wanted for minimal return. You chuckled at his gasp of relief when you removed yourself from his length with a pop, making sure to leave him as clean as you found him before grinning up at your exhausted partner as he fell back against the mattress.

“Levi? You okay…?” you asked, clambering up over his body to rest your chin on his chest, peering up at his through concerned, curious eyes, wondering whether you’d fucked him to death or not. But when he slowly returned your gaze, dragging the back of his hand down the side of your cheek and smiling imperceptibly at you, you knew he was alright.

“Sleep…” he murmured to your quiet amusement, grunting non-commitantly as you brushed his bangs back to gently press a kiss to his forehead before attempting to drag him back up the bed and to the clouded sky of pillows you shared. Levi curled in on you, instantly finding his place nestled into your neck as your arms wrapped around him, securing him against your body.

His groan held no heat as you threaded your hands through his locks, not to stir him but rather to soothe him, and he was content to simply fall asleep there, safe in your loving embrace.

“I love you, my perfect boy,” you whispered into his hair, smiling as you heard another hum that sounded suspiciously like ‘I love you too…’ before you too were enveloped in the comfort of sleep.

[togrowoldinv]

Feel Better

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha is always there for you when you are sick

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up, general sickness (but it’s not gross I promise)

Note: To the dinner and movie popcorn that betrayed me, at least I found a way to make a cute story out of your unkindness. It’s 4am and I’ve been up sick for an hour, so please enjoy this fic of Nat being the best.

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

The first time it happened you hadn’t been together with Nat very long at all. You were coming up upon two months of dating. And you knew she was amazing, but that one night solidified for you that you were falling in love with her.

It was about three o’clock in the morning when you woke up shaking and feeling extremely sick to your stomach. The kind of sick that you knew wasn’t just going to go away on its own.

Nat had stayed at your place last night after you went to dinner and a movie. You did your best not to wake her up as you rolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

After a few minutes, when your nausea almost came to a point of release, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Natasha said.

“Yeah, yeah. Uh- I just need a minute,” you said, fighting back tears from the aches you were feeling. Mother Nature took over and soon you were sick just as you knew you would be.

Natasha listened closely and as she knew you had finished, at least temporarily, being sick she slowly opened the bathroom door.

“Hey,” she said. You were sitting against the wall probably looking as miserable as you felt. She moved quickly to get you a wet washcloth and a little bit of water for your throat. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” you said sheepishly. You hadn’t wanted her to see you like this, but you had to admit the washcloth was helping and you surprisingly really wanted her company in that moment.

“Of course. Do you feel better now?” Nat asked you.

“Yeah, I’m in that pure state of godliness that you feel right after throwing up when you are sick,” you replied and Natasha laughed so hard that she almost was giggling.

“I’m sorry, it’s not funny,” she said, trying to stop herself.

“No, it is. A little bit at least,” you laughed a little too, as much as your body would let you.

You stood up and decided to try and lay back in bed again. Nat put a comforting hand on your back and helped you get back to bed.

“I’m sorry about this Natasha. Definitely not how I expected this night to go,” you said as you laid back down, keeping distance from her in case you were contagious.

“Don’t apologize, detka. I’m sorry you’re sick, but don’t worry I’ll take good care of you,” Nat said. “Come here,” she opened her arms for you and as much as you you wanted to fling yourself into them, you didn’t want to get her sick and you felt gross.

“I shouldn’t, Nat. I might get you sick and I’m not cute right now,” you said.

“Oh, please,” Natasha said. She moved closer to you and wrapped her arms around you. You felt instantly better, even if it was just a placebo.

“I won’t get sick and so what if I do? At least it was from helping you feel better. And you’re cute always, y/n. Don’t even think any different for a second, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Nat,” you said, snuggling into her.

“You’re welcome, detka. I promise to always hold you when you’re sick,” Natasha said.

“I’m falling in love with you,” you whispered as she held you close.

“I’m falling in love with you too,” she said.

And you knew she had to mean it. At possibly the worst you’d ever felt physically, she made you feel on top of the world with her words and her arms around you.

And anytime since then she’s been there to hold you as you’re sick and remind you that she loves you.

Even now five years into your relationship, Natasha Romanoff is still always there to save the day.

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[halohamilton]

Do you have any favorite fics of all time? If that makes sense lol. I'm new in reading fan fics so I wanted some recs from different blogs :)

Hi! Sorry it took so long, I had to look for some fics because I'm HORRIBLE with names. It ended up being 35 fics (I'm sorry) but I may have forgotten some🙃 these are some of faves though(in no particular order) :

1. Adore You by isthatyoularry @isthatyoularry

Love this fic so so much. I'm rereading it now (sixth time?) and every time is as good as the first. Love the writing and the characterization. Such a good fic.

2. California Sold by isthatyoularry @isthatyoularry

I just recently read this for the first time and I don't know why I haven't before? It's so good and this author really knows how to write an interesting story.

3. Unbelievers by isthatyoularry @isthatyoularry

The beginning of this fic is so iconic. One of the first fics I read and I love it to this day.

4. Got that sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove

Okay if you've been following me for a while you'll know I yell about this fic all the time. It's super super angsty. Right up my alley and it makes me cry like a baby every time.

5. Our lives, non-fiction by indiaalphawhiskey @indiaalphawhiskey

Recently read this one and wow wow wow. I don't normally read Marcel fics but this one had me up till like 4am to finish it. It was so good.

6. For reasons wretched and divine by indiaalphawhiskey @indiaalphawhiskey

After reading the previous fic I had to check out this one and I really loved it! Such a good story and written so well.

7. For as long as I can remember (it's been December) by green_feelings @greenfeelings

This fics makes me cry so much and I've read it like four times. It's so lovely and the angst is perfect. This author has some great fics

8. Have faith in me by stylinsoncity

I read this a while ago and I loved Harry and Louis' characters in this. I loved the angst and the slow burn. And the Smut rip its really good!

9. Adjudication by bottomlinsons @bottomlinsons

Suuuccchh a good story overall and I love a lot of this author's works!

10. Your best line ever by green_feelings @greenfeelings

Oh my God so good! I loved idiots in love and Harry was so dumb here but we love him anyways.

11. The wonderlands by stylinsoncity

Okay I'm a hoe for this author's fics. Not always up for kid fics but this was really good and I found myself invested in not only Louis and Harry, but Harry's kid as well.

12. Come as you are by stylinsoncity

Again... Love this author. Great work. Great writing.

13. I love you most by stylinsoncity

Also one of the first fics I read! Made me obsessed with friends with benefits fics for a while because I loved the angst.

14. Come my love again by softfonds @softfonds

Oh the Emma AU was written so perfectly. I couldn't put this one down! Love it so much.

15. Love isn't always on time by softfonds @softfonds

For someone who doesn't like angst, the author writes angst really well. And I loved the pain I went through in this one haha.

16. Put on your running shoes, I'm ready to go by PeachbootyLou @peachbootylouis

Oh this fic was hot and it was super fun to read. We need to get more trainer Louis fics

17. Baby won't you look my way? By PeachBootyLou @peachbootylouis

This was so sweet! Perfect for Christmas time and so cute. Mostly Fluff and wholesome overall

18. Like pretty lights by wildestdreams

This, as with most of the fics on here, has really good angst and it was a really good read. I loved the journey.

19. Remember me fondly by kiddle @bluejeanlouis

Oh one of my favourite authors too- this fic is one I couldn't put down either. The style and the story overall was so different and unique and I loved every second of it.

20. Godless, graceless and young by kiddle @bluejeanlouis

One of the first fics I read from this author and I got obsessed haha! It's so well written. Such a good read

21. Tudor Rose by casuallyhl

I love this one. I didn't know what to expect but I do love historical aus and this did not disappoint. Perfect amount of Fluff and angst.

22. Gods & Monsters by velvetoscar

Again one of the first fics I read! Still love it to this day. Louis calling Harry, "pup" needs to be written more.

23. Hush by wankerville @wankerville

Oh the writing is impeccable in this. Everything was so soft and I related so much to Louis' character here.

24. Try to not remember (rather than forget) by hereforlou @hereforlou

Oh hello! This fic is a hidden gem I swear to God. It has everything and it's done so well. Fluff, Angst and more Fluff.

25. Wings to break your fall by karamelised

Harry in wings and mirror sex. Yeah do I need to say more?

26. To know I'm gonna be alright by aiienharry @leedsau

Oh this was such a wholesome fic and I think I read this all in one go? So lovely. Another kid fic I didn't know I'd love so much.

27. Loving you's a bloodsport by rosesau @rosesau

The writing in this is incredible and I've already yelled about it enough but everything in it is perfect.

28. Holding out in the kitchen by littlemousling

Surprisingly only came across this one recently? Loved it though. Miscommunication is my middle name.

29. Mine Would be you by crinkley-eyed-boo @crinkle-eyed-boo

So obsessed with this fic and read it twice already. Exes to Lovers - angst, are we surprised? Great writing and great storyline

30. You might want to marry my husband by rearviewdreamer

This was so puuurrreee it was so so cute and I loved their characters so much.

31. I'm a captain on a jealous sea by devilinmybrain @thedevilinmybrain

Jealouis is all I have to say.

32. We're what's right in this world by briamaria

This made me cry but it was so worth the pain. Their relationship is so wonderful and the story is very cute too.

33. Becoming Us by sweariwouldnt @sweariwouldnt

Such an unusual story and written so well! I loved how they had to work and make an effort for their relationship to last.

34. The end should be a good one by bananasandboots

Oh hello angst again. It's so angsty but so good and I think I've read this like five times by now.

35. Meet me in Montauk by make_this_feel_like_home

Underrated fic! Great story, painful angst but so worth it. Definitely a fave of mine.

[hello-nichya-here]

I couldnt sleep so I decided to try my hand on writing something, I ended up staying up until 4am thanks past me, I didn't mean for it to be this long and Im not exactly a writer but I hope you get some enjoyment out of it hahaha. Anyways imma go pass out

Fire lord Zuko was ready to submit himself to his arduous task for the night that very well may last him until morning which included paperwork,paperwork,and more paperwork.

The door to his bedroom office creaked open when his sister Azula rushed inside.

"Azula?"

She didnt answer and simply sat at the side of they're bed, her usual sarcastic commentary on his never ending battle against the stacks of paper and scrolls on his desk absent.

" I um heard some shouting earlier... Did you and mother have an arguement again?"

"Obviously zuzu, what else could that have been"

She really didnt want to talk about this, she just wanted to sleep now and forget it the next morning like she always does when this happens.

"Continue on with your work Zuko, the sooner you finish those the sooner you can help me sleep"

Zuko sat there,contemplating whether to finish his work or to ignore them for now in favor of helping his sister, it was surprisingly a hard decision, he really hated this part of being firelord.

"Well go on then" Azula impatienly said, however upon noticing his worry her voice softened.

"I'll be fine zuko one arguement isnt going to be the end of me, besides I can wait"

she then notices the abundent amount of assortments in his desk.

"at a certain point I can wait" She clarifies.

"Well if you say so but were taking about it when Im finished okay" she nodded in response and went and layed on they're bed as zuko continued on with his task.

She layed there on they're waiting and watching Zuko as he scribbled down on some of the scrolls and paper.He would occasionally pause to think something through, overtime his fingers gradually becoming stained with ink.

She was tempted to grab a book so she can read and pass the time when he suddenly spoke up.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop smiling at me.”

Was she doing that? She must have been. “Why?”

“Because it's distracting.”

“Why would that be--”

“Because it makes me want to smile back.”

She snorted. “Would that be so bad?”

“It is when I'm trying to focus"

She stood and stretched. “Fine, if my charming presence is so distracting, I'll clear off to the spa's for awhile"

She heard him quietly mutter, “it wouldn't be if you'd stop mooning over me.”

“Excuse me? I don't moon over anything.”

“I don't know what else to call that goofy look.”

Making a point of huffing audibly, she gathered up the book she meant to pick up. Nose in the air, she was about out the door when he spoke up again.

"She does love you Azula"

It took her a moment to place his comment. “Yeah?”

His gaze was determinedly still on the scroll in front of him. They'd never been too good at feelings. “she loves us, perhaps she wasn't always able to show it to you but she does.

With a slow nod, she accepted it, appreciating the input from another person. he understood, as no one else could. he always did.

"Even if she never could understand what we- well, what's happened- even if she is appalled…”

He trailed off and she waited as he put aside a scroll,gathering his thoughts.

"If I were someone else, a different man, from a different place, I know she'd be proud and happy for you"

It would have to be enough. An uncomfortable lump had lodged in her throat and she coughed to try and clear it. “Well- proud of most of it, maybe.” she attempted one of her proud smirks. “I don't think she'd be proud of that time in the--“

“Focusing!” he snapped, but she could hear the smile that he was trying to hide.

And I love this and I demand to know what Azula was going to say before Zuzu interrupted!

[thenextchapter22]

Stuffies

PART 2! Sleeping in the Devildom!

Description: Your first night was an easy sleep, but your second not so much...

or….adventures and cute stories with a reader/MC who carries stuffed animals around all over Devildom.

Pairing(s): NONE!

Word Count: 1,615

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes:  Okay so I was not expecting so many likes for this, but thank you very much to all those reading! :3 I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Part One

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Sleeping in your room while several demons slept in the same hallway was actually pretty easy the first night. You had passed out in the shockingly comfortable bed after dinner with the brothers (and wow was that a crazy time, you lived alone so you always ate alone and the banter was fun to watch, but the food was weird too) and snuggled close with your Panda stuffed animal Po, rubbing your cheek and nose in the ultra-soft plush tummy of the black and white bear that was about the size of a pillow. You even woke up with drool on her.

The first morning before school you had an eventful time meeting angels. Simeon was so pretty and kind, and Luke was hilarious with his huffing and puffing, but super energetic.

They didn’t seem to mind your stuffed animals, either, which was great. You said you stopped caring what people thought, but these were… immortal beings… so it was a little bit different than normal ‘people’.

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Meeting the Angels

It was the morning of your first day at RAD and the room was full of demons, waiting for the new arrivals. You sat on the sofa between Belphie, who was falling asleep into his pillow, and Asmo, who was looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his eyeliner. Why, you weren’t sure. He looked gorgeous. You wore very little on your face, only a bit of liner and Chap Stick that was cherry flavored.

You held one of your oldest stuffed animals to your chest, trying to comfort yourself as best as you could. Meeting the Demons first was so shocking you didn’t realize how much it would have helped to have a soft or squishy friend in your arm until now.

Then, they strolled into the room. Lucifer stood to greet them, nodding his hellos, while you stared in awe. They gave off an aura that was so beautiful. Not a visible one, but it was like your soul was brighter, and your eyes were more open.

There were two of them, one was taller with dark hair, and the other shorter with blonde hair. Both wore white outfits, but had no wings which was sad. But you had only seen a few demonic forms so far—Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, his butler, and Lucifer, when you first came yesterday—so it wasn’t that surprising they would look human. It was probably easier to maneuver in hallways without huge wings or appendages like tails.

“And this is our newest human student.”

Oh, you were being introduced. You stood up and nodded your head, smiling a little shakily at them as Lucifer gestured to you. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

Simeon, the angel who seemed to know Lucifer after watching how they interacted, gave you a handshake that was elegant in the way he held your own hand like you were a princess or something. “A pleasure to meet you as well.”

The smaller one, named Luke, glanced up at you with a wide grin and said something of the same, but didn’t shake your hand. “You’re so pretty! And—oh, what is that? Is that a dog? You brought a dog to the Devildom?! Simeon, I want to bring a pet, pleeease?” He turned his eyes to the taller angel and begged.

Simeon chuckled. He pat Luke’s little head and the blonde haired angel huffed. “Celestial Pets would not survive here unfortunately. And I don’t think it’s a real dog, Luke.”

You shook your head. “Nope, it’s my stuffed animal. His name’s Fido. I know, super original, but I’ve had him since I was a kid.” You held him out for them to see. He was about 10 inches and was squeezable, and you felt he was perfect to take on your first day at RAD.

Simeon smiled kindly. “He’s lovely. Do you have others?”

Mammon spoke up from his place behind you on a separate piece of furniture. “Oh yea, loooads of ‘em. The entire bedroom is full, it’s insane.”

There was a smack, then a moan from the Greed Demon. “Shut up, Mammon, you insensitive prick,” Satan spoke up. “We’ve all got our collections.”

You were surprised Satan defended you but also happy about it. Knowing Mammon from the breakdown you had yesterday, he probably didn’t mean it to be insensitive, he just spoke before thinking.

“Well, then, I look forward to seeing more of your collection.”

Luke agreed. “Oh, me too! Do you have any with wings? Like a dove, or a peacock, or what about a flamingo!?”

And you all chatted for a bit, and you felt pretty excited for your first day. You were told you were going to meet one more person at RAD, and it had you giddy. Would they be just as kind? You hoped…

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So yes, the first night was good, but after your first day at RAD—and that was a whole other story on craziness that included being overloaded with information on demon history and new math you would probably be terrible at, and also potions was a scary subject because you immediately thought of Harry Potter, and not to mention the many, many demons looking at you and probably wanting to either eat you or kill you—you just could not shut your eyes the second night.

It was past 11pm, the second day of school was tomorrow, and you had to get a good night’s sleep. It was obvious Lucifer demanded good grades from everyone. Sleep was an important part of that.

Maybe an almost midnight snack would help?

So you got up, put on a sweater over your long sleeved pajamas because it was pretty cold here at night, put your fuzzy pink slippers on, tucked Po under your arm, and went down the hallway as quiet as a mouse. You had a surprisingly good memory of places, and mazes were easy for you, and seeing as this house was a maze you found the kitchen quick.

You poured yourself a glass of milk—it looked like milk, and smelled like it, so you prayed it was milk—and sat on the barstool drinking it. Warm milk would be better, or tea, but you didn’t want to open cupboards and have anything bang or start the oven or stove, it looked way different from the ones at home.

There was a flickering of light in the corner of your eyes. You followed it to a room with books stacked high along the walls, and a couch and chairs around a fire going all by itself with brick towering above. Magic, perhaps, kept it burning.

The couch facing it directly was cozy looking so you sat on it, and sipped your milk staring into the hearth. Fire danced in your eyes and it hypnotized you. The warmth was great, and cascaded over your body like you were sunbathing. You liked the sun but heat without light was better, and this was perfect.

You found your eyes shutting and quickly placed Po beneath your head and yawned. Then you drifted into dreamland for a while, the heartbeat of the fire lulling you.

A soft touch on your body woke you up from slumber. The fire was blocked by a body, and your eyes opened and you glanced up to see Belphegor with his own black and white companion, his pillow, and noticed a blanket thrown over your body.

“The fire goes out at 4am, so you’ll get cold,” he said monotonously, then went to the next couch over and copied your position of laying on your side cuddled to your panda stuffie but him with his pillow instead, and you watched as he transformed in the blink of an eye. He was like a cow-hybrid, and had the tail just like one. He also had curled up horns, and you remember seeing those on other transformed demons. Was that a trait they all had?

His eyes glowed purple when he looked at you, mesmerizing like the fire but in a different sense. “Sleep, it’s late,” he said, curling his tail over himself like a small blanket.

And you did sleep, sort of instantly, too, the Sloth Demon following suit. It was probably one of the best nights of sleep you had in a long time.

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“Aahhh~~ So cuuuteee!!”

The sound of photos being taken from a phone, and the squealing, woke you up. It felt too early, and you groaned, pressing your entire face into Po. “Uhhh, noo mom, please turn off the lights,” you begged.

A soft coo, then a poke to your cheek. “Aw, sweetie, it’s time to get up, although I hate to move you looking so darn adorable.”

You blinked away sleep and groaned, rolling your head back to see Asmodeus standing over you, dressed for the day in his uniform, and his D.D.D in hand, and still snapping pictures of you with it.

You covered your face with one hand. “No, stop,” you sleepily pleaded. “Too early, ‘m ugly.”

He shushed you and tapped your hand until it moved, and giggled when you cried as he took another picture. “You’re second to me in beauty, darling, don’t say such things! You and your cute little stuffed Panda bear, this is Devilgram worthy~”

There was a soft chuckle, and you shot your head over to see Belphie laughing at your face. “Beware, Asmo will post that almost instantly.”

“Already done!” the Lust avatar declared. “You’re famous, my dear~” he winked.

“You guys are so mean,” you pouted, shoving your face into Po. But little did they know, you were smiling the entire time.

[carol-thirteen]

caretaker nat week | day four

reader is sleep deprived

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“i’m not sure how i feel about you going on this mission tasha,” you admitted with her hands clasped in yours.

“it won’t take very long,” natasha leaned forward and to the side to kiss your cheek. her lips were soft against your skin, you took in the moment of contact closing your eyes before they landed back onto natasha’s. “i’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“maybe sooner?” you let yourself smirk a little.

“maybe.”

you laid in bed that night trying to get some rest, but nothing came of it. your brain was so caught up with what could be happening to natasha. she was good, you knew that. you trusted that fact but nevertheless, you worried.

you groaned at the frustration of not being able to sleep after hours of trying. given that it was now past 4am, you ended any hope you had for sleep this time and decided to try again later.

coffee then training. more coffee, more training. you were sure that your caffeine crash and drained energy from this activity you would be able to get some well needed rest.

but you were wrong.

steve noticed you were off, with your inability to comprehend new mission strategies being an obvious factor.

“what’s going on y/n? you look..”

“tired? yeah i haven’t been sleeping so well.” steve gave you a look. “i should go natasha is making dinner tonight.”

there was a moment of silence as you picked up your things. “y/n..”

“mhmm?”

“natasha left, on a 2-day mission. remember?”

you looked up at him and you tried to comprehend what he said. blinking a few times and tilting your head slightly. then you remembered saying goodbye to her. you remembered why you felt so tired all the time. you remembered the mission you were so worried about and- you brushed it off.

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” you smiled. “can we come back to this later?” you stood up, not waiting to hear his answer and walked out, giving him only a short wave. “bye steve.”

you slumped on to bed, frustrated and lonely. you missed natasha. it had been a couple of days since you’d seen her now, and you hoped that having her in your bed again would put your sleep back on track.

you hadn’t let on surprisingly, that you hadn’t been sleeping for at least 2 days before natasha left for the mission. the worry of something happening to her had been consuming you for days, at this point, you had realized why it affected you so much.

it was midnight, and you realized you had forgotten to eat so you left your room, the door wide open without a second thought and headed straight for the fridge. you opened the door and started to look for something to eat or at least a-

“hey y/n, what are you doing up so late?” wanda whispered, taking a sip of her tea.

“i’m looking for the yogurt, didn’t someone buy some today.” you mumbled.

wanda fell silent for a moment before setting her glass down on the island beside you. she placed a hand on your back and you flinched. “hey! it’s alright.”

“where’s the yogurt?” you asked again. wanda grew very concerned to see you like this, looking for yogurt in a place that was not the fridge. she let her hand move behind you head and close the door of the cupboard that contained the dishes.

“we ran out of yogurt yesterday,” she said slowly. “the last time someone got some was on wednesday. 3 days ago.”

“oh.”

“y/n, when was the last time you got any sleep?” wanda had you sat down on a bar stool before you could protest.

“i uh…i don’t..” you frowned, feeling embarrassed and confused.

“it’s okay, i think we need to get you back to your room alright?” you nodded with her and let her take you back to bed. “i’ll come and check on you later.” wanda set a glass of water on your bedside and left.

on her way down the hall she recognized a familiar redhead.

“natasha, you’re back.” wanda greeted. “how did it go?”

“went off without a hitch, y/n will be pleased to hear.” natasha spoke certainly.

“about y/n, she’s very tired.” natasha gave a small frown and let wanda continue. “she hasn’t been sleeping. i caught her looking for yogurt in the kitchen cabinets.”

natasha felt a pang of worry in her stomach.

“i just left her in your room but, she’ll need you.” wanda squeezed natasha’s arm comfortingly and left her to it.

natasha put her hand on the doorknob and sighed. “oh y/n.”

when she walked in, you were laid eyes wide open on the bed. natasha assumed it would be silent but there was a dripping sound coming from her right, in the direction of the ensuite bathroom.

after she eyed you up and down quickly, she stepped carefully across the now soaked carpet and wet bathroom tile to switch off the sink.

“i was trying to wash my face.” you slurred, one arm hanging at your side the other holding yourself up. natasha caught your eye and yours immediately filled with tears. “i’m sorry. i thought the warm water would help with sleeping.”

“baby, it’s okay.” natasha’s arms were around you and holding you upright in a hug. before you knew it, she was pushing you back carefully onto the bed.

“natasha?” your eyes widened, like you had only just seen her now. with her hands on your body, you melted into her touch and relaxed. “when did you get here?”

natasha was worried about you, really worried. she could see how pale you looked, how dark your eyes were. how they were holding so many thoughts and emotions that they were pooling tears.

she stroked your face softly, “i just got back, my love.”

“i missed you,” you frowned, pushing yourself up suddenly. “are you okay? are you hurt?” natasha was not startled by this outburst, she took your shoulders and steadied you.

“look at me, in my eyes come on.” you ignored her and you were trying to pull at her shirt sleeves, the bottom of her shirt to see if there were any injuries. “y/n, please. just look up at me.” natasha used one hand to coax your head up gently, her fingers lingering on your chin and taking it with her thumb. “i’m fine. i promise you.”

she saw your stiffness fade, but she wasn’t finished. she sighed. “baby, when was the last time you got some sleep?” she lowered you back down, your fingers clinging to her forearm, then sliding down to intertwine with her fingers.

“i don't know,” your voice was small and a yawn escaped you, one that felt like you had been holding in for hours.

“now, that’s not good is it.” you shook your head.

“i tried tasha i really did but…”

natasha had crawled in beside you, holding you, afraid that if she were to let you go, you would wander off and forget where you were.

“but what honey?”

“nevermind,” your mouth opened again, another yawn.

“okay,” natasha breathed, combing her fingers through your hair. “just try to sleep.”

“it’s hard to sleep,” you shifted to face her, she noticed your eyes were bloodshot in this lighting, and it broke her heart. “i worry about you.”

“baby…” natasha pursed her lips. she rubbed her thumb underneath your eye and sighed.

“i figured out why.” you felt your eyes close, natasha’s touch moving to the bridge of your nose, gently, comfortingly brushing up and down. “it’s...be..cause…” your words were lost to you as you began to fall into unconsciousness.

your hand fell to her chest as you moved, you felt her heartbeat, the steadiness sending you deeper into sleep.

natasha stayed with you, despite being tired herself, she didn’t let herself sleep until she was sure you were.

you slept for 14 hours, and by the time you woke up, natasha was perched on the edge of your bed, with a tray. food and a few drinks to refuel you.

“no coffee for you for a while, don’t you think?” natasha hummed.

“i’m a mess,” you admitted, shifting upwards. “i couldn’t pull myself together for-“

“enough now. please don’t do anymore damage to yourself, you have to heal.”

you nodded and she handed you some orange juice, which you took gladly. you took a sip and swallowed, taking in the refreshing taste. your found her green eyes again and she gave you a smile.

“i love you,” you said. “i may be tired still, but i mean it. i really do and i..” natasha was moving closer to you. her hands taking the juice from you and setting it down for a moment, her hands were either side of your face.

“i love you too,” her lips touched yours for a moment before touching your forehead. “and that’s why i need you to trust that the missions i take now, they are simple. they are dangerous, but i will never put myself in such a situation that will have be doubting that i will come home to you.”

you heart melted and you pulled her to you kissing her again.

[melwritesstufff]

Damian crush headcanon

Absolutely nobody asked for this but headcanons and stuff like this help me get a better Understanding of characters. I’ve never written for Dami before and it’s been a bit since i’ve written so this might be a bit bad. Please leave any advice or criticism for me!

You and Dami first met through him being forced to attend school by Bruce. (Bruce wants him to have somewhat of a normal childhood, even if it’s barely a sliver of normality) 

He doesn’t even notice you until you are paired up to do a school project together

He absolutely hates it, and you, at first. He tries to bribe the teacher to let him work alone, but it’s a project that requires a partner. And apparently, you were the only one willing to work with him

So now he’s stuck with you. He decides to just get things over with as fast as he can, telling you he’ll do all the work and you can just piggy-back off of his work and take credit for half of the project

You have some dignity, though, and you weren’t about to let some snobby rich boy push you around like that. Especially after you offered to work with him when nobody else would

So you yell at him persuade Damian to let you work on at least some of the project, despite his whole “I work alone” speech that he seems to give everyone, including teachers.

Finally, he gives in and tells you he’ll work with you

Long story short, after the project, Damian learns that you’re actually a very driven, smart and good person. And for some reason, he finds himself drawn to you

So he ends up hanging around you and inviting you to the manor quite often, although he would never admit that he actually enjoys your presence. Only that you’re “the only person in this whole academy that I can tolerate” - his exact words, btw

While you visit the manor, Dami introduces you to his abundance of pets, and is quite surprised when they all seem to like you. Even Alfred the cat; and he doesn’t like anybody. I mean he’s a cat. But when Alfred rubs on your leg and purrs instantly upon meeting you? Dami can’t help but feel impressed. And he didn’t know it yet, but this was the exact moment he fell for you. And believe me when I say he fell hard.

It takes him quite a while for him to realize his feelings, and even longer to admit it out loud.

His upbringing was not an easy one, and he was taught that such feelings were bad, a sign of weakness. So that’s what he took it as. A weakness. He started pushing you away and only when Dick noticed this and gave him a huge scolding did he stop.

Dick sat him down and forced Dami to talk to him. After doing so, Dick told him that having feelings and emotions wasn’t a weakness, and is often seen as a strength. Bruce, Talia and them may be emotionally stunted, but that doesn’t mean their children have to be stuck in the same loop. Dick hopes you’ll be the one to bring Dami out of that loop.

So Dami starts hanging out with you again, after finally caving in to three straight days of Dicks advice and scoldings

It’s nice, and for a while, he can ignore his feelings. He can ignore how when you look at him his heart races. Or how you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever met. Or how when you talk about the things you're interested in, your eyes light up and your voice gets a bit higher. Or how you’re one of the few people who actually make him feel something. That last one is a big one for him, and it gets pretty hard to ignore sometimes.

So Damian finally admits he has a crush on you, not to you, but to himself. The only problem is he refuses to admit it to you. No matter how many lectures he gets from Dick.

That is, until you see him as Robin.

You had met Robin on a few other occasions, and every time he seemed weirdly familiar. The reason was one you could never put a finger on. Until you saw it.

One time, you had forgotten your backpack in his room. When you went to get it back, you walked into his room to find Damian in full Robin suit. All except for the iconic domino mask.

He completely froze when he saw you. Weren’t you supposed to be gone? On your way back home? Why are you still here? How did he not hear you? He was an ex assassin trained by the best how did he not notice you?

“Uh, I just forgot my backpack.” You broke the awkward silence, grabbed your stuff, then left.

The incident wasn’t brought up again until a few days later when the weekend was over and you were both back at school.

Damian almost bailed, scared on what you would say, what you would do. But, like he always does, Dick butted in and forced Dami to go. So he did, reluctantly though.

Throughout the entire school day, you and Damian ignored each other. Everyone hated it. You hated it because you just learned your best friend was out every night fighting crime and putting himself in danger. Damian hated it because he could lose you, both as a friend and a romantic interest, though he feared losing you as a friend more. He could deal with being rejected romantically but losing you as a friend might just push him over the edge of emotional instability. The rest of your classmates hated it because Damian was acting especially cold to everyone. The energy in every room the two of you were in was suffocating and quite awful. Nobody liked it.

You decide to put a stop to it though, and pull him aside during lunch. Finally deciding on something to say.

Damian thinks you’re going to stop being friends with him, or blackmail him, or something awfully similar. He hated himself for making such an easy slip up. For being so weak as to open up to you. For letting you into his heart.

Those worries and thoughts are put on pause though as, as soon as the two of you are in the privacy of the rich school's huge courtyard, you hug him. You throw your arms around his neck and almost knock him over.

His heart almost breaks as he hears your soft sniffles while you cry into his shoulder.

“Y/n I-“

You cut him off before he could say anything

“Thank god you’re safe! God, Dami, you have no idea how much I’ve worried about you the past few days. Knowing who you are, what you’re doing every night? It was terrifying. It is terrifying. I was so scared something was going to happen to you. I-i just, i..oh god Dami I’m just so glad you even showed up today.” you just burst into tears and this time his heart does break. He felt so guilty for what he did, or really for what he didn’t do. For what he didn’t tell you.

“I… I’m sorry, Habibti. I should have told you I know. I was, I’m just trying to keep you safe. If you knew, it would put you in danger. I just want you to be safe.”

This is the first time you’ve ever heard Damian apologize, and he was surprisingly good at it.

“Don’t you think i worry for your safety too? It’s just, Dami, I’m your best friend. Don’t you trust me?” You broke the hug to look into his eyes, almost trying to look for the truth.

“Of course i trust you, i just-“ you cut him off

“What else have you been hiding from me? Please, just tell me. I need to know, especially if it puts you in danger”

At that moment, Damian knew exactly what he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you everything. From his terrible upbringing to his nightly adventures as Robin. So he did. He explained everything, and hearing all those terrible things he was forced to endure was incredibly saddening and it was difficult for you not to just tackle him in a hug. To tell him you were sorry he had to go through all that. To tell him you love him and you’re never going to let anyone else hurt him like that. But you didn’t. You just sat across from him and let him talk. Let him explain everything.

At the end of it all, you were both crying softly. There was a long silence after Damian finished explaining everything. But there was one more thing he needed to say. He already told you everything else, so he might as well tell you this as well.

“There’s one last thing, y/n.”

“I… I’m in love with you. At least, I think I am. I’m still not quite sure what love is but i think i feel it for you. I understand if you don't feel the same. I can just-”

You cut him off with a soft kiss on his lips

It was short, but you could still taste the salty tears that ran down to his lips

“You idiot, of course I feel the same way.”

“Really? But, being with me would put you through so much danger. It’s not safe to be around me, I’m not safe to be around. I’m an assassin, Habibti. You have to understand,”

“I do understand, Dami. And I don't care. You’re worth being in danger for. And I know you would never hurt me or let me get hurt. Assassin or not, you’d never let it happen.”

Then the bell rings and you two have to go back to class, but you make an agreement to meet up after school and go to the mansion.

When you two arrive, Dick is happy to see you both getting along again. And seeing that the two of you are holding hands as you walk in just makes him even more ecstatic.

When Bruce sees the two of you, he smiles. Like an actual genuine smile. He’s proud of his son for breaking the cycle and opening up to someone.

It’s like 4am rn and I’m too tired to wrap this up so i hope y'all enjoyed this. I’ve never written for Damian before so idk if i did him right. Please leave any criticism or advice for me y’all’s have. Thanks so much! Bye bye :)

[ratcourtjester]

Phoenix yawned, locking the door quietly as he came in. Trying to step around the growing amount of magic prompts that were quickly accumulating in his old office since adopting his daughter, he peaked in the makeshift room to make sure his little girl was actually asleep. Surprisingly enough, she was. Thank  God. He stretched and cracked his neck, maneuvering to the couch in the old client waiting area he had since claimed as a bed. He smiled a little seeing the little chocolate heart box sitting on the coffee table with a hand made card, the words 'For Daddy' written in blue crayon and decorated with glitter. Maya must of taken her to the store to get it before she left. He'd call and thank her in the morning. It had been a tough three years but fuck if that kid wasn't his little glimmer of hope for the future. 

Polishing off the last of the candy, he decided he wasn't as tired as he had been when he came home from his game and headed over to the kitchenette they had made when converting the office into an apartment. He grabbed the step stool and grabbed the bottle off the top of one of the shelves Larry had helped him build and install his last trip down from the mountains. As much flack as he had given his childhood friend, the change in lifestyle really did seem to be good for him. Go figure.

 His thoughts broke from one childhood friend to the other as he turned the bottle in his hands. He had never had this party brand of wine, never even heard of it, but considering who had gifted it to him, it was no doubt expensive. He grabbed himself a (semi) clean wine glass and paused a beat before grabbing a second. It didn't feel right to drink this alone. After assuring once again that Trucy was asleep, he dialed a familiar number before turning it on speaker. If his math was Wright then the other man would have been in his Berlin office for the past couple hours now. Sure enough, Miles picked up on the 3rd ring.

"Shouldn't you be asleep, Wright?" Miles asked in lieu of a greeting. He was right of course, it was nearing 4am in LA. 

"I just got home." He argued quietly, popping the cork and pouring the wine into the glasses.

"That's even more of a reason to be sleeping, I'm sure Trucy will be waking you in a few hours regardless of when you got home." Again, he was right. Trucy tried to let him sleep most of the time but there was only so much an eleven year old could do to take care of herself and she was still uneasy using the old stove in their kitchenette to make breakfast. Nonetheless Phoenix grinned, recorking the bottle.

"And Truce has reserved that right. However, Prosecutor Edgeworth, " He teased. "You and I have a long standing date." His smile only widened hearing the long suffering sigh from the other side. He was gonna just let it slide this year but had been painfully reminded of their little tradition when he grabbed the bottle. He really did hate drinking alone.

"Wright," Miles said slowly, using the same tone he used when he was explained big legal terms to Trucy. "It is 11:43am for me."

"And no one is going to fault you for having a glass of wine with your lunch." He pointed out in his 'take that!' tone. Another long suffering sigh but sure enough Phoenix heard a cabinet being unlocked and the clink of glasses. Maybe he should feel bad that Miles had found it harder to tell him 'no' after his disbarment, but if it kept them being able to have their yearly Valentine's Day date even from entirely different countries then Phoenix couldn't bring himself to feel too guilty. Granted, they had really only started it after the whole Dahlia/Iris situation but it had meant a lot more to him than Phoenix thought Miles knew. And when they finally pulled their respective heads out of their asses and got together, of course it had to be the year Miles made the official move back to Germany. He'd come back to LA at some point, he had promised, and Phoenix really couldn't fault him. He was doing important work. That didn't mean he didn't miss him like crazy. 

"You're insufferable, are you aware of that?" Miles annoyed but fond teasing brought him back from his thoughts, causing him to chuckle.

"No but I have a boyfriend to remind me everytime I call." He countered, sipping his wine. Damn, it was good. No surprise.

"I see, and what exactly does he get out of the relationship?." 

"The honor of my delightful company, of course."

"Somehow I think you're getting the better part of that arrangement." Miles replied dryly, causing Phoenix to laugh again. They talked for a bit, about how Trucy and Kay were doing, about some of Miles' cases, Pess, how much Phoenix missed  Pess, even made plans for him and Trucy to fly out to Germany in the coming months. Soon enough they lulled into a comfortable silence, sipping their wine and enjoying each other's company from thousands of miles away. However, eventually the wine was gone and Edgeworth had to return to his work, Phoenix had already managed to drag out the conversation much longer than he had intended and Trucy would surely be up soon. He took the phone off speaker and pressed it to his ear as he rinsed the glasses out, saying their goodbyes. He yawned deeply and stretched when they finally hung up. Flopping on the couch he turned on his alarms and texted Maya to let him know what time she left the train station so they could meet up for their annual Valentine's Day dinner later that day when another text came in. Phoenix smiled reading it and tapped out a reply before finally falling asleep.

Happy Valentine's Day, Wright. I love you.

Happy Valentine's Day, Miles. I love you too.

[milkybunbuns]

smile → kita.s

Mistakes - 2

w/c: 1 k

warnings: cringe, cliche stuff, swearing

SMILE MASTERLIST

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5:00 am

it was way too early to be at school, but this is what you had put upon yourself, as you dragged your feet towards the gym, stifling a yawn while carrying a bag of food for yourself. you grabbed the key from your pockets and unlocked the door, the gym was empty, which was strange, didn't practice start at 5 am? perhaps everyone was just late. you found your way over to the benches, not bothered to turn on the lights. you stared at the onigiri in front of you, promising it that you would eat it up and you would definitely keep your promise as you took a big bite out of it.

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you opened your eyes, shocked to see the area around you all dark. you must've fallen asleep while waiting, but what shocked you, even more, was a figure, sitting beside you, quietly on their phone. with the light from their phone, you could tell that it was kita.

"kita-san? what's the time?"

"it's 5 am."

"w-wha? when i arrived my phone said that it was 5 am, it can't possibly still be 5 am!"

"it is", he showed you his lock screen, which was a picture of the third years at a park together, "how long have you been here for?"

"well, i'm not sure actually, since the time on my phone is wrong."

"you could look at the time your phone is showing now to figure out what time you got here."

"eh?", you got out your phone which was buried deep inside your pockets, to reveal that it said 6 am, "I've been here since 4am..."

"y/n-san, you shouldn't get out of bed so early, it's not good for your health."

"oh, my health? my health is already terrible so it can't get worse!"

"having poor health isn't something to be proud of, you need to take care of yourself better."

"i do perfectly fine, but thank you for your concern kita-san"

"then put on some warmer clothes, it's only 6 degrees outside, you would freeze", he put his maroon scarf that matched his jacket, around your neck.

"a-ah, thank you kita-senpai", your face flushed from his kind gesture.

"it's no problem at all, just make sure to take care of yourself properly in the future", still with his blank expression.

"I'll try, no guarantees", you smiled warmly at him, hands gripping the edges of the bench while swinging your feet. everything was so romantic until someone just had to ruin their moment.

"OH MY GOSH, YOU TWO, STOP FLIRTING AND GET TOGETHER ALREADY WILL YER!?"

"Tsumu' shut yer trap."

"Samuuu'!!!"

you sighed and got up, sluggishly moving towards the storage room to grab the net and set it up, which you did surprisingly without any trouble, before retreating back to the bench to watch all the boys pour in and began practice.

to practice everyone's individual skills, all the spikers and middle blockers lined up in a line, with Atsumu setting it to them and them spiking it over. on the other side of the net, akagi was receiving the balls, along with kita since he was a defence specialist. you were putting the balls that were received back inside the basket, while yui was busy adding more notes to her notebook, so she could hand it over to you when she would leave. honestly, you would miss her, after all, she was the one who helped you when you were completely lost, taking you to your class while others gave crazy instructions which didn't make sense. yet, you didn't show it, since it was best to enjoy the last week you had with her. occasionally she would join you at lunch and the two of you would engage in some light chatter.

"Watch out!", atsumu yelled as osamu hit the ball right into your direction.

you felt a body push you out of the way and you landed with a thump on the wooden floor. the ball landed with a thump near you, bouncing a few times before rolling off. You slowly opened your eyes, wincing at the weight above you, only to be met with beautiful dull brown eyes.

"A-ah! Kita-senpai you should be sorry, thanks!" WHA Y/N W-WHAT DID U JUST SAY.  FRICK, NOW HE'S GOING TO HATE YOU AND THINK THAT YOU'RE CRAZY. ARGHHH, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SAY THINGS PROPERLY, YOU WERE MEANT TO SAY THANK YOU, OR I'M SORRY. AHHH, HOW DID YOU END UP SAYING THAT!?

a/n: inspired by this comic i found online! :)

kita stared at you in confusion for a few moments, noticing how your face completely flushed in embarrassment and it wasn't long before the whole gym burst out in laughter.

"HOW DID YER SAY THAT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT"

"OH MY GAWD, I WISH I COULD DISAGREE WITH TSUMU' BUT THIS IS JUST TOO FUNNY HAHHAHAHA"

"Smile for the camera, you're on video"

"SHUDDUP SUNA, YER DINGUS, THAT'S MY LINE! AND STOP VIDEOING US!"

"Now it's my line...and no ❤."

"YUI, GO STOP THEM!!!"

"I CAN'T!!! PFFFFT-"

"OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE ALL BETRAYED ME, FUCK YALL."

"y/n-san, language."

"sorry kita-san", you accepted his hand as he stood up from on top of you. you could see the faintest blush on his face.

"it's fine, don't let it happen again, pay more attention or you'll get hit again."

"okay!"

"ooooo, kita has a soft spot for our new manager? oya oya oya?"

"seems like it, but i honestly don't want to get killed thanks, I'm too young."

"what do you mean get ki-"

"atsumu, stop speaking and get a move on unless you'd like to run laps around until i tell you to stop. think before you speak. suna?", the said boy stopped in his tracks and shrivelled up under his gaze. "delete. the. video."

"and this is why you always get in trouble", osamu snickered quietly, mocking his brother.

"oh shuddup."

"yes kita-san", he glided his finger over the delete button, pressing it, knowing that he could just recover it from 'recently deleted' later.

"and remove it from your recently deleted", whaa kita literally saw right through him! it was like he was transparent!

"yes kita-san", suna could hear the twins snickering in the corner as he gloomily hit the delete button again. what a waste of perfect blackmail. it was going to be his first y/n blackmail material but it just had to get deleted!

"is nobody gonna talk about how suna literally said ❤?"

"stop breaking the fourth wall ginjima."

"I-"

previous - next

[goodtimingz]

dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4. pt5.

AN: I’m so sorry for the long wait, I have 2 weeks before midterms are over and I can write all about park jaehyung and day6 (can’t wait).(rn i’m writing bc 4am vibes) HAPPY MYDAY ANNIVERSARY BTW <3 

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tags: studentlife, jae day6, fluff, college!au, sexual acts implied.

: the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c:

1k words. 

As the day passes, my heart grows deeper and deeper for you.

The night before Jae had left to fly home, the two of you had been determined to make it memorable. That obviously meant eating McDonalds at midnight, walking around the town holding hands for hours and cuddling until his alarm sang at 8am. Maybe the two of you were clingy, the honey-moon phase very alive… But it still felt good to be together even if one month wasn’t supposed to be a long time.

Surprisingly it wasn’t so bad. Jae had rang you every day even for just 5 minutes to tell you a bad joke, and between that Wonpil had visited your room about 3 times a day just because he could. The break had felt great, but when Jae knocked on your door at 8pm on a Saturday, you couldn’t refrain from jumping into his arms immediately.

“Feels good to be home.” Jae laughed loudly, his arms tightly wrapped around you. You blushed, placing a kiss on his cheek for good measure. When he placed you down, it took about 20 seconds before you had pushed him onto your bed and joined his side, resting your head in his arms happily. Being with Jae again felt like meeting him for the first time, but feeling so safe at the same time.

Jae placed a kiss on your head before wriggling his arm out from underneath your neck. “I bought you something…” He reached into his bag, pulling out a big bottle of Vodka with a bow on it, but it didn’t stop there. He reached outside your door only to present you with a skateboard. Trust Jae, alcohol and skating was a summary of his favourite hobbies.

“Are you sending me a message here?” You raised an eyebrow before a grin spread across your face. Jae placed the two objects infront of you with a deep and dramatic bow. “For you my queen… and yes.”

Message received loud and clear. Tonight’s plans were skating and drinking until you couldn’t stand up straight. Jae had been wanting to teach you how to skateboard for so long, he wouldn’t stop talking about it. Although you whined in response about breaking your back if you tried, the thought of being able to skate with Jae late at night seemed fun.

“Thank you so much Jae!” You hugged him gleefully. You could feel his smile against your neck, the smile that knew he’d made you happy. “I also bought you something…” You detached yourself from him, reaching into your drawer before sitting on your bed. Jae raised his eyebrows in surprise but sat back quietly. Pulling out a small box with gold letters writing “TO Jae.” on the top. You handed it to Jae, watching as he gently took it from you and opened it.

You’d spent hours searching for something decent, something Jae wouldn’t call cheesy or tease you for (out of love), something he’d actually use. This lead you to a website that made cuff bracelets with personal engraving, and you knew Jae would look too good with one of them. Of course, it had only been one month (officially), so you went for the subtlest engraving you could think of, which was the longitude of your University. Hoping, wishing that the bracelet would be meaningful for a long time to come.

Jae’s big, wide eyes looked up at you from underneath his long hair. He looked so sweet and innocent like that and you couldn’t help but melt. “Thank you, I love it Y/N.”

Suddenly Jae was directly in front of you, his nose nearly touching yours. You had missed this, his breath fanning across your lips and his eyes shutting gently as you leaned in to meet his lips. When you kissed Jae it felt driven, almost every time. His lips moved quickly and then slowly, always first to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, and you weren’t one to deny him.  He parted your legs to make space for him, pushing you back so you were lying on your bed with him on top. His hands travelled from your hips up, while you tangled your hands in his hair softly. When you finally pulled back for a breath, Jae scrunched his nose cutely before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I think it’s time you teach me how to skate, don’t you think?” You spoke breathily, pushing yourself to sit up again.

Jae whined, obviously a bit needy (which was beyond cute). Of course that lasted for about a minute before he excitedly picked up your board while you rushed to grab your coat. In the 2 days after you’d cried infront of him, you two had been … busy to say the least. But whenever you asked to stop or didn’t want to, Jae would always respect your decision. He would quickly bounce on to the next topic or activity like it was no big deal, and it wasn’t.

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The cold night air felt like a slap the minute the two of you stepped out of your dorm. Jae had been quick to place your hand in his pocket while you carried the skateboard to Jae’s dormitory. There were few people out at this time, but the familiar sound of skateboard wheels on concrete echoed through the quiet streets. “Youngk and Dowoon flew back about 12 today, wanna bet it’s them?” Jae informed you, listening as the sound grew louder. As expected, when the two of you turned the corner you were nearly hit by the pair.

"Jae! Y/N!" Dowoon greeted happily. He went in for a hug while Younghyun's just smiled awkwardly... Weird. Jae almost immediately noticed the fox-like boy's vibe was far off.

You greeted them from Jae's side, obviously noticing Younghyun's demeanour also. After about 2 minutes of making plans to meet later in the week, the boys went on their way.

"What's up with Younghyun?" You asked, gazing up to meet Jae's eyes as soon as the two were out of ear-shot.  Jae could only shrug in response with a puzzled expression. "Maybe his crush didn't text him back," is all he could say, but he noticed the worry on your face didn't fade one bit. He really loved that you put so much effort into getting to know his friends and caring about them, but he didn't want this to cloud your thoughts.

"I'm sure he'll tell us in the morning, you know how he is." Jae smiled, kissing you gently on the forehead. You'd finally arrived at his dormitory and he ran inside to get his board. Jae's mind raced as he rushed around his room to grab a scarf and some bandaids incase you fell (or he did). He also couldn't get Younghyun out of his head.

He returned to you with an apologetic smile, taking your hand in his. "Are you ready for this?"

You both placed your boards down and Jae positioned himself infront of you on the flat concrete outside of the dorm. He tried to explain the stance you should take and any precautions because the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He'd spent hours looking for a decent board for you, altering it for the best control and he was beyond nervous. Jae watched as you had your first attempt, biting his lip nervously before a wide grin spread. You moved slowly, and your body wobbled despite him holding your arm (and you holding onto him with a death grip). However, it was adorable watching his girl taking enough interest in his hobbies like this, and you were trying so hard!

Jae could watch the grin that spread across your face when you passed each milestone on replay. The way you laughed every time you fell, and the way you poked fun at him whenever he fell was all too much like the dreams he'd had. You, Him, a freezing cold night, skating. His heart was full.

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Skating represented Jae well. Whenever you stood on the board it felt so unstable, but when you kicked off it felt safer each time. That's kinda how you felt with Jae. At first he seemed too chill, too much like he didn't really mind life passing by for your taste. However, as time went by you learnt that he did care, he was surprisingly organised (spreadsheets for days) and his main goal was to make you feel happy, loved and safe.

Just like the feeling of your cheeks going numb from the cold and the laughter that came with it, Jae's love felt like that. Like a cold night that didn't matter, because you had each other.

Jae had fallen off about 3 times already, although he successfully performed an ollie after 10 attempts ("I swear I've done this 100s of times before!"), and you had laughed so hard that your voice grew hoarse. Which meant one thing, and one thing only. Time for a good old macca's run and some alcohol. Exactly how 2 college students should spend a saturday night.

"Y/N, I think you're making me an alcoholic." Jae laughed, pinching your cheeks in a teasing motion. The two of you sat once again on your rooms floor, listening to 88rising and making comments every so often. "Jae, we both know you're the bad influence here! Look!" You giggled, reaching out to point at the small plaster on his knee as an excuse to steal another fry from his McDonald's bag. Jae looked as if he was about to protest, before quickly diving in to steal a nugget from you. 

And for the rest of the night you caught up on everything and anything, stole a lot of food from each other and drank a bit too much. (Which of course meant you spent 20 minutes just laughing at each other hard out because Jae tried to imitate a spider).

[babyjiminiexx]

Angel On Fire (Chapter 1)

Sinopsis/Chapter 1/ Chapter ?

Demon!andBisexual!Jimin X Demon!reader (Mention of the other members)

When you fell in love with him you had never thought you would get caught and pay for it. But here you are now, body fuming with hate and ready to sow the pain with every step you take.

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Warnings: mention of sex, swearing and mature language, mature topics... 

Author's Note: i just wanted to say a quick thank you to every single one of you for sharing and leaving kind messages about AOF!! i didn’t expect any of this and i am SO GLAD!! that you’re liking the idea and the direction it’s taking!!  💖

Also, this is kind of a chapter 0, it’s to put in situation so i’m sorry if this doesn’t have the drama y’all were expecting, i want to slowly build it and put my readers in situation so this can last as long as i can write about it and so you can really get that conection that i wish i can give you!! but anyways, i hope you’ll like this and again, thank you so so much, i’ll try to do a proper post about this!!  💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖

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"Wow... That was... Like... WOW!", you couldn't help but laugh at the comment, "Seriously! It was the best sex I've ever had!"

You get up from the bed that was now witness of the many sins you had committed during the night and turned your head to the young boy that was laying on his back, still naked.

"Why are you so surprised?", you ask while lightning up a cigarette.

"I-I don't know! No woman has ever done the things you did to me!", he said, still trying to recover his breath, "Don't be so dramatic", you laugh.

Slowly, you make your way back to the bed, leaning your body over his and caressing his cheek, "You're actually cute, do you know that?"

"Did you came?", the boy asks. Of course you didn't. "It was great", you say placing a peck on his lips.

Humans... Specially men, always trying to do their best, but still failing at it, how sad... But what counts is the intention, they say. He was just a boy in his early 20s, you found him alone trying to get your attention at the bar a few hours earlier. It was cute how much effort he would put in his actions to see if you would notice him, and the way his blood made a single turn all over his body when you finally approached him was even cuter. You needed a distraction, again. It wasn't that hard to get one anyways. As a demon, you could make any woman or man fall for you whenever you wanted to, and you soon found that eternity could feel pretty lonely, so that came in handy. At first you weren't really down for that idea; your Master insisted that a few of his disciples showed you that being on the otherside of Heaven wasn't that boring after all.

When in the Land of Gods, any contact with the human world was totally forbidden; in the Netherworld... Boy that was a different story...

Demons found fun in playing with the human race, distantly or near them. They were so innocent, so ignorant, so... human, that living amongst them turned into your favorite pastime.

And this boy was a pretty good pastime.

"Can you stay the night?", the boy asked you with puppy eyes. Again, he's so damn cute.

"No baby, I have grown ups things to do..."

"Now? It's 4AM! Don't you ever sleep?"

"Darling, the Devil never sleeps", and with that, you got out of the apartment, going straight to yours.

Forgetting about why you were out in the streets at this time, you actually enjoyed late night walks like these. The silence. It was really nice when you spent your whole day in between noises of cars, people complaining and others. You could use this silence admire things that simple humans couldn't see, and it was beautiful.

You weren't that far away from your apartment, on your way there you just crossed the path of a drunk homeless man that kept ranting about not having wine anymore, so you being you, you gave the poor man a few gallons of it, just so he could have a little more fun out there. He was too drunk to notice how you managed to make appear the wine anyways.

Not even a second in your home, you start to feel strange. Not strange in a bad way, but surprisingly good; everything was feeling so peaceful, maybe too peaceful, way too good to be real. That strange feeling had been following you all day, you couldn't perceive what it was, but you knew it was there. A warm and peaceful feeling. You double checked your apartment, not really sure about what you hoped to find...

"So, Paris, huh?", you sigh in relief and smile at the sound of that familiar voice, "I can't say I expected to find you that far away"

"Jimin...", you left your coat on the kitchen counter and went straight to give the blond boy a hug, "Feels good to see you..."

"How long was it? 18? 19 years? Let me see you...", he took your hands and made you turn around, "2020 looks amazing on you, glad you abandoned these thin eyebrows and cowboy boots from the 2000s", he laughed.

"Come on, full denim boy, you thought you were the top in the 2000s!"

"And I sure was..."

It was good to see him again, you didn't actually realize how much you were missing Jimin until now. He was the first person to not look at you like he was about to eat you raw when you fell into the Netherworld. And he was one of the firsts to show you all the pleasures of that world too, every pleasure. You can say that all you are today is thanks to him; he was your best friend, and that explained the feeling that accompanied you the whole day.

"So, what did I miss?", he asks you while taking a bottle of red wine from your shelf.

"Nothing much...", you sigh, "the usual, I'm always here and there, trying to get fun from now and then..."

"I saw that...", he said with a smirk. You obviously knew he was there, he would never miss seeing you in these kinds of situations, you even thought you had seen him smiling at you in the corner of the dark room of the boy's apartment. You chuckle at that thought. "The boy was very handsome, very very handsome... A pity he wasn't that good..."

"What can you ask from humans?", you laugh, clinking your glass now half full of wine with his, "but i'm sure you're not here to tell me how much you like watching me get fucked by cute boys, am I wrong?"

He laughs slightly, "You're right..."

"So, what's wrong?", you could see his eyes darken at the question, which made you worry a little bit. Jimin wasn't the type to get upset or annoyed by things that easily.

"I'm worried about you, y/n... I’ve been watching you...", you didn't need further explanation.

" I don't know what you are talking about, Jimin", of course you knew.

"Y/n... Stop trying to find him... He's older than you, more powerful, more cunning... He knows you're looking for him, he has known for the past 373 years... Stop wasting your time like that..."

"If you came here just to tell me to stop you can go through that damn door and go back to where you come from. He has to pay", you said, starting to feel your body heating up in anger.

"I know you're still in pain, but it has turned into an obsession, and he will always be ahead of you..."

"I know that! I've been behind him for years!", you yell. "Jimin, baby... it's been 20 years, please can't you just forget about that for a moment and recover lost time?"

"I know...We just worry about you, we don't want to see you ruin your existence on Taehyung...", he says warmly taking your hand in his.

"Jimin, I love you, you know that, right?", he nods, "So please, understand that I cannot stop, because what you can't understand and will never feel is the pain that I've been enduring for the past 400 years, it's more than physical pain, it's more than my scars. It's my whole self burning alive from the inside every damn day."

"I know... I just want to let you know that I care about you, and even though Taehyung is who he is, I understand, and I won't stop you... Just take it easy, for you. How long have you not enjoyed things?"

"Well, twenty minutes ago actually...", Jimin sighs and laughs,"I'm not talking about that kind of enjoyment"

You knew how worried he was, and you understood it. Him and the rest of the boys back home had seen you cry tears of blood and experiencing madness at its pure form for months after you fell into the Netherworld. You remember seeing Taehyung in your dreams and waking up screaming and debating yourself so hard that Yoongi and Namjoon had to go to your room and try to calm you down by force. These two... You also spent all these months hating them for that, for using force on you, for tying you to your bed and immobilizing you for hours. But when you finally accepted everything, the situation and your current life, you found yourself apologizing to them for making them go through a few rough months. At the end of the day, they had no other choices than trying to quiet you down, otherwise the Master himself would have taken care of you, and that wouldn't have been a pretty thing to see... Tortures in the Netherwolrd were never pretty...

You never understood why amongst all the demons, these men were the only ones that showed interest and care for you; the others would just stare at you like their future meal, or try to sneak out behind you, just for the fun of tormenting you. But soon enough, your friends showed you how to handle things, and most importantly, they showed you how to be aware of your own power, your own capabilities, which came in really handy as for the Netherworld as for the human world.

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You don't know how long you've been talking to Jimin now, it just feels right. You missed him so much and now him being here with you is the most amazing feeling ever.

"Are you going to leave?", you ask, sadness suddenly invading your body.

"Probably..."

"Where are you going to go this time?"

"Well", he sighs, "I have some place I want to visit, people I want to meet, you know, the usual... I don't really want to be bothered by unfortunate visits by the others so I was thinking about Madrid... or the Philippines... or even Hawaii..."

"These are... three completely opposite places", you laugh.

"Yeah... I would like to try my luck there though, remember I have all the time I want to discover and rediscover the world, just like I’ve been doing”

“I guess you always have new people to meet and new things to see... Crazy how the world can change in a few hundred years...”, sometimes you found yourself remembering how the world used to be like. How different and great it was, even though each era had its difficulties and wars, or even pandemics, each one had its charm... You kind of missed some of these eras.

You and Jimin stayed looking at each other for a while, in silence. You don't want him to leave and you know he doesn't want to leave either, but you know he has to. It's sad though, now that your best friend found you after almost 20 years, for him to leave like that... You hoped he would stay a few more days at least, but you also understand why he wants to leave so fast. No one wants to stay in the same place for too long.

“I’ve missed you, you know?”

“I know”, Jimin answers, taking your hand in his, “but I you know I’ve never liked this frenchie style of life...”

You both laugh looking at your apartment. It was indeed the most cliché apartment in the most cliché place on Earth. It was nice though.

“Just... Be careful... Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”, you ask.

“When did I stopped making stupid things?”

“That’s true...”, you laugh. At the end of the day, you guys were still demons; any thing you did didn’t matter, at least while you don’t piss the Master off, that would be the end of you. “Will you stay here for the day at least?”, without realising it, you suddenly turned into the cute boy you left alone in his room earlier this night, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought. 

“I guess I can... What about a tour of this beautiful and not full of piss at all city?”, he proposed, to which you accepted right away.

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It was actually a great day. You and Jimin had been outside all day and it turned surprisingly well, or maybe it was the fact that you were finally reunited with your best friend that made everything look fine. 

“I think I know this guy...”, Jimin suddenly said while looking at a painting in one of the many halls of the Louvre.

“Oh, come on! How can you know this random dude on a 250 years old painting?”; you laugh.

“Laugh all you want, darling. I think this guy died from the Plague and is still now to this day running naked through the Master’s mansion”

“You’re fucking playing with me! I’ve never seen this guy!”

“No, I swear! I took him infront of the Master and he went completely mad!”

You continued your walk through the museum while laughing and, even though it sounded crazy, talking about the people in the painting, actually recognizing a few of them. It was a random though that crossed your mind, but it was really crazy yet amazing how you knew at least half of these people, painters and painted, and humans had no idea.

“I tell you, if anyone knew that Van Gogh was busy doing lines with Pablo Escobar in Hell, they would be surprised!”, you say thinking about it.

You kept talking and walking with Jimin until noon, not seeing the time pass. You finished you visit in the museum, took an Uber and went straight to the Eiffel Tour park, since Jimin had insisted to go there to see how the Tour would light up just after eight o’clock, even though he had seen it in the past.

You would always get surprised by the amount of tourists that would be there for the same thing, fortunately, you found a free spot. Both of you sat there and just like that, Jimin took out a bottle of wine for you.

“I’ll start thinking you have an alcohol problem...”

“Yeah, probably, but who cares?”, he laughed before opening the bottle like a pro, “honors to the ladies...”

You took a sip of the red wine, suprised by the taste. It was different, you weren’t a wine expert but you could tell it was an expensive one.

“Why do you look at me like that? If we’re going to get drunk at the feet of the Eiffel Tour, at least let’s do it with luxury...”, the dark haired boy took the bottle.

“Do you know anything about the others?”; you ask after a few minutes admiring the view.

Jimin took a deep breath and started looking through his memories, “Well, I don’t really know much. I haven’t seen them in a few years now...”

“Same... Last time I saw Jin was at an ABBA concert... 1982 I believe...”

“Ah... ABBA 1982 in Wembley Arena... What an epic concert...”

“Surely was...”, you chuckled, “But yeah, that was the last time... From what he told me Hoseok had apparently left for India in 1974 and never appeared again, so I assume he stayed there for a while, and maybe he’s still there; Jungkook was permanently staying in the United States, he got there in 1953 after touring through Europe; Namjoon, strangely, ended up being present for the sinking of the Titanic in 1912, thing that I am strangely not surprised about, he obviously survived to it and directly went to America; and Yoongi, no one knew about him, everybody started losing his tracks around 1834 when he sailed for an unknown destination...”

“Well... I can tell you that Jungkook and Namjoon are indeed still in America, from what I know Jungkook is kind of a famous social media influencer or something like that... Namjoon is currently working in a big advertising company... And for the rest, I know Jin is now in Japan, but I’m not really sure why though; and for Hoseok and Yoongi, no idea... I last saw them together in 1998 I think, they apparently missed me and wanted to grab some coffee all three of us and talk about the past, and them they just vanished again”

You were not really surprised to hear that, Hoseok and Yoongi had always been the most secretive ones when it came to their private life in the human world. They showed you and educated you a LOT too, but never went too far into explanations or anything. Obviously you loved them so much too, but you weren’t surprised at all about what Jimin just said.

“I guess Jungkook and Namjoon would be the easiest ones to get in touch with then...”

“Yeah. If you want to see them or call them you know they would always answer”

After a minute of thinking, you kind of felt bad about not really knowing anything about your friends, and it felt even worse that another friend had to update you. You knew how they were, you knew that seeing the circumstances of literally everything, everyone would have went their way. But it felt weird, you guys were so close once and now everybody was separated, ad two of them were basically missing.

“Don’t think about it too much, I can see smoke going out of your ears”, Jimin’s voice took you out of your own head, “You know they still love you”

“I know”, you sigh, “It’s just that I feel bad about not being there for them or not knowing about them...”

“Y/n... We’re fucking demons, and we’re way older than you, don’t you think we couldn’t sneak out and literally just spy on you whenever we want to?”

That... was actually true. 

You never really realized that, because you couldn’t really use that power, so you just forgot about it. But if Jimin could appear just like that in a random room while you were having fun with someone, without making a noise, you supposed any of them could.

“Why spy on me when you can knock on my door and take me out or something?”, you asked; for you it was obvious, it wouldn’t make sense to spy on someone or take care of them in the distance or make random objects in their rooms to manifest their presence, like they did in the past. 

“You know how they are, they’re enjoying their stay here, they’re just doing their thing, just they want to make sure you’re okay without intervining in your life just like that”

“I guess... I miss them though...”

And it was true, you missed them more than anything. 

“Stop being sad and get up”; your friend said after a few moments of silence.

“What? Why?”

“We’re going to get fun”, he extended his hand and you didn’t even had time to think, you just took it and followed him to the nearest metro.

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You could feel yourself float to the sound of J Balvin’s voice. The discotheque was full of people and you were having the time of your life; way funnier than you going hunting alone...

Jimin and you had your eyes on a group of boys for a while now, and you were playing with them in the distance, teasing them. You obviously knew all of this was a show, because you both had them in your pocket since the first moment you entered the party, but like a lion with a gazelle, you liked watching your prey from far and play with them a little bit.

It didn’t need much for you to be stamped against the wall of the small bathroom by one of the boys with your dress up your ass. You assumed Jimin was having his fun with one of them too, so you didn’t worry too much about him, you just let yourself flow. The guy was handsome, just like the perfect mix between a young Johnny Depp and Keanu Reeves, exactly your type. And fortunately, you could see he knew what he was doing... But bad luck to you, I didn’t last as long as you wanted.

You adjust your dress, leave a last kiss on the Johnny Depp guy and leave the bathroom, looking for your friend. He apparently finished earlier than you because he was already half done with his drink.

“So?”, he ask.

“Well, let’s say I had my fun... What about you?”

“Nice guy...”, he smirks, “Come on, it’s getting late”

You could understand how what you guys were doing with people was not exactly THE THING to do for humans, they had more morals than you when it came to that, and during your life you had had bunches of arguments with passenger friends about that, but that’s just how things are. You know who you are, you know the power you have, you don’t care, that’s it, end of the conversation. 

It was nearly 4.30AM when you got out of the discotheque, the streets being full of drunk people either puking or singing with their friends. 

“Y/n...”, your friend called you; you didn’t realized he stayed behind you, “I have to go now...”

“Already?”, you fake cry.

“Hawaii is not the nearest place from here, you know?”

“So you’re going for Hawaii then?”

“Yeah I think so... You know you can always come visit me...”, he pulled you for a tight hug. 

You knew it wasn’t really a goodbye, it was more like a “see you soon”, but you couldn’t help feel horribly sad, and you hated that feeling. The only ones capable of making you feel what you call “human emotions” were your six friends. And you hated them for that.

“Thank you for today though, I had the best day I’ve ever had in a long time”, you smiled against his chest.

“Same for me... I’ll miss you... But seriously, come visit, I won’t be able to not see my best friend for another 20 years, I’ll go mad before that”

He laughs and when he starts pulling his body away from yours, you know it’s the goodbye. 

“I love you, okay?”, he says. “I know, I love you too...”

And before crossing the street and disappearing behind a building, he gave you a last passionate kiss that left you hungry for more. It was your ritual, a last goodbye kiss that meant that you’d see him again.

Yes, Jimin was your best friend, but you couldn’t deny the numerous feelings between you two, just like with the other five. But you just couldn’t let them flow. It’s not that you didn’t want to, it’s just how things are. One of the punishments of the Netherworld were to not being able to properly love someone. You felt love for Jimin, of course you did, but not the love you WANTED to. It was a big difference, what you wanted to do and what your body was able to do. And while you felt bad about it in the past, you have it like it’s the most normal thing in the world now; but still, you couldn’t stand the image of Jimin leaving you.

MASTERLIST 

[buckyjustbelikethat]

Stuck in the Past: 3

Title: Stuck in the Past: Part [3/4?]

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You are a historian asked to help the Avengers take down a Hydra leader.

Warnings: vulgar language, mention of drinking and hangovers, insecurity.

Word Count: approx. 2100

A/N: Hello lovelies!  Sorry it has been a little since I last posted, life has been crazy and my schoolwork is getting intense again. This is chapter three, and there will be one or two more parts to come! Feedback is always welcome! I hope you everyone is staying safe and doing well. 💕

Previous Chapter

You emerged from your bed quite late the next day, thankfully Tony didn’t plan anything early, knowing that everyone was probably going to have a hard time getting out of bed after the party. Well everyone, besides the two super soldiers, who were returning from their run when you finally decided to leave your bed. Once Bucky saw you, he froze, from your vacant look, and you reaching for the aspirin in your communal kitchen area, he didn’t feel like it was the right time to talk to you about what he overheard. But now he had no idea how to act around you, he now knows that he didn’t need to keep his distance from you. He is still having a hard time processing the fact that you like him back, it was the furthest thing from how he assumed you felt about him. But even now, your awkwardness around him finally makes sense. He can see that even when you have maintained physical distance from him, you are always drawn to him, always looking at him, even if you are unsure of what to say. He actually thought it was funny that he fell for the woman that was probably even worse at flirting than he was. Sure, before he became the Winter Soldier, he was great with women, he had a level of confidence he no longer possessed. It’s hard to flirt with people when you are having a hard time accepting that you are deserving of love. But his therapist, and Steve, and sometimes even Sam when he accidently slips up from his constant façade of annoyance and reveals that he does care about Bucky more than he lets on, all tell him he is deserving of love, and he wants desperately to believe that’s true, and you surprisingly seem to agree, and god, he never wanted to let you go now that he has found you. He has a slight smile on his face as he watches you grab cereal from the cabinet, flinching at the loud noise as the door slams shut. You are adorable, even when you are hungover, and he hopes that when he finally talks to you, you won’t run. He fears that if he confronts you, you might feel differently than you did when you were drunk, or suddenly when you have to face the reality of your feelings, you will decide he isn’t worth it.

Despite the haze you seemed to be viewing life in, you still felt Bucky’s presence in a way he hasn’t allowed in weeks. He’s actually tolerating being in the same room as you, and you can’t help but have a sliver of hope creep into your heart that maybe you could mend things with him. You decide to push your luck and sit with Bucky and Steve at the table as all of you eat your breakfast.

“Did you have a good time at the party last night?” Bucky bravely asks, he needed, well maybe just desperately, wanted to talk to you, and he didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t be weird, so eventually he just came out with a question.

You looked up at him in shock, so now, not only is he letting you get close to him again, but now he’s talking to you. For a second you wonder if this is still some drunken dream and you haven’t even left your bed yet, but your migraine is telling you otherwise. “Umm,” you cleared your throat, a little nervous to reply, “it was good, but I typically don’t drink like that, and now I’m really regretting it.”

He chuckled slightly, “I understand the feeling, the first time I had the liquor Thor brought I decided, I may be a super soldier, but the gods can keep their liquor, I’ll take being sober any day over that hangover.”

Despite the nerves you still felt, you were hanging off his every word. Feeling at home in his voice, you wished he’d never stop speaking.

“Did you guys used to drink a lot when you were younger?”

“Ha, it mainly consisted of Bucky dragging me to a bar, only for them to let him in, and telling me that I looked too young.” Steve replies with an eye roll.

“You abandoned your friend?” You asked Bucky in mock offense.

“No, most of the time I’d give up on the bar and just buy some alcohol and Steve and I would go to a park and just have a good time.”

“Yeah sure, when there wasn’t a pretty dame you were supposed to be meeting at the bar.” Steve retorts.

“Oh Steve, is that jealousy in your voice.” Bucky jokes back.

“Jerk.” Steve replies back with a smile as he nudges Bucky on the shoulder.

“What about you, y/n, were you a partier in college?” Bucky asks you

“Yeah right, I was too invested in my schoolwork to jeopardize it by partying until 4am, so instead I just stayed up until 4am reading romance novels.” You reply with a laugh.

Every time you spoke Bucky was reminded of how much he admired you. He loved your passion in your work, but also the way that you never try to appear better than anyone. Even though at the end of the day he was convince he couldn’t find anyone better.

You finished your breakfast but continued to sit there with Bucky and Steve talking about anything that came to mind. Both Bucky and you didn’t want to stop talking to each-other, even if you didn’t know that both of you felt the same, and Steve was just happy that it seemed like you both were getting closer to each other, and would hopefully tell each other how you felt soon.

After you all finished, the team had training, and you went to your office to do some more research. You were getting closer to finding Death Oath, and it seemed that both things with Bucky and your research seemed to be taking a turn for the better, and you started to think there might be some magic behind a Stark party. After working all day, the team was getting together again for dinner. You sat across from Bucky, feeling bolder after your morning talking to him. You talked with the team throughout dinner, but Bucky kept asking you questions, or trying to make you laugh, and your hangover and groggy mood from this morning seemed like a distant memory. After dinner was over you were about to head back to your room when Bucky stopped you. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go up to the roof with me, I wanted to talk to you.” He felt like he was going to vomit at any minute he was so nervous.

“Of course, let me grab a sweater.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you up there.”

“Okay.” you reply with a smile that you slightly had to force. You were unsure of what Bucky wanted to talk to you about, but you couldn’t help but be afraid it was something bad. Sure, he didn’t seem like it was a bad thing when he asked you, but you just hoped that the amazing day you had wouldn’t be ruined. You quickly grabbed a sweater and made your way up the elevator, feeling your hands shake slightly from nerves as you pushed the elevator button. When you reached the roof, your breath was taken away as you saw Bucky standing looking up at the stars as the moonlight reflected off his face. You walked up to him, your hands crossed, hoping he would think it was because of the chill in the air, not your nerves.

“So, what’s up?”

He looks at you, with an expression you can’t discern. “I heard you talking to Wanda last night about me on your way to your room.”

In that moment you felt as if the stars crashed around you. Sure, you were drunk last night, but you still remember every detail, and you definitely remember the conversation with Wanda. “Oh.” You squeak out.

Bucky saw the sadness on your face, and the way that you divert your eyes, and he started feeling more nervous that this conversation wouldn’t have the happy resolution he had hoped for. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I was just about to hop on the elevator myself and then I had heard you. I guess I was just wondering, if you still feel the way you said you did?”

And suddenly today made sense to you, or so you thought. He must have pitied your feelings for him, after he has outright shown how not interested he was in you, and the last thing you wanted from him was pity. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this awkward for you. I didn’t plan on saying anything about it because you’ve made it very clear in the past few weeks that my feelings weren’t returned. I don’t expect anything from you Bucky, so don’t worry about treating me differently because you know that I have a crush on you. I don’t need your pity, and I don’t want that from you. I won’t be offended if you go back to ignoring me, I can keep our relationship professional, I just hope you will be able to forgive my feelings and still be able to work with me when we need to.” You were wringing your hands in a desperate attempt to distract your tears from falling, you felt humiliated in this moment, you never wanted to look desperate for someone’s attention when they so obviously didn’t want to give it in the first place.

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep things professional though.” If you had looked up, maybe you would have understood what his words meant from the smile on his face, but the words translated to the opposite of their intention, and it felt as if your heart stopped beating. Your day really was ruined in the worst way possible.

“Oh, okay, look, I can leave if you want. I’ll go back home. I can just send Tony whatever- “

He cut off your words by grabbing your hands that were turning red from your grip. This caught your attention, and you finally looked into his eyes again.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m not good at this, I guess. I meant that I don’t want our relationship to just be professional. I like you too.”

You were astounded, but you still were afraid of getting your hopes up. “But… but then why did you ignore me for so long.”

“I was being an idiot. I took your nerves around me to mean that you disliked me, and instead of talking to you about it I just assumed the worst.”

Despite feeling bad for making him worry, you found it amusing that you both seemed so bad at expressing your feelings. “I’m sorry for being awkward, I have a tendency to do that around people I find attractive.” You say with a slight smile and blush forming on your face.

“You don’t have to apologize, but since we are doing that, I should apologize too for avoiding you and making you feel like I didn’t like you.”

You laughed at that, though you both were apologizing, you couldn’t help the relief you both felt that your emotions were returned, and your previous assumptions were misinformed. “I love your laugh.” He says to you, finally getting to speak the thing he has been wanting to say for weeks. You cupped your hand around his cheek as your thumb brushed against his lips. “And I love your smile.” You return to him.

“Can I kiss you.” He asks in almost a whisper.

“Please do.” You reply and then within moments you feel his lips softly touch yours, the kiss starts off gentle, but slowly your desire for each other that you have both been suppressing for weeks turns the kiss into something passionate and intense. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.

Finally, when you break away from the kiss, you bury your face into his chest, and you are in danger of falling in love with the comfort of just being held in his arms brings. You both stand there for a moment in silence holding each other, until Bucky finally breaks the silence, “Steve is going to be so happy when I tell him, he’s been telling me to talk to you for weeks.”

“Trust me, Wanda might be happier.”

He laughs along with you. “You may be right, but no one is happier than I am.”

“I might have to challenge you on that.” You say as you smile up at him.

“I might have done this out of order, but will you go on a date with me doll?”

“Only if you promise to kiss me again on the date.”

“Oh doll,” he says shaking his head, “just say the word.”

Next Chapter

[jiqri]

A Ghost of the Past

A/N: Gif by me. Yugyeom was giving me major vampy vibes in NBTM and I came across this post, which resulted in whatever this is. This is my first fic and I finished it at like 4am so please excuse any mistakes. Enjoy~ 

Words: 3387

Genre: Tiny amount of angst?? idek, fluff

You turned and twirled in the small dressing room, trying to catch a glimpse of yourself from every angle. They say you can never go wrong with the ‘little black dress’, yet you struggled to recognise the person in the mirror looking back at you. You were way out of your comfort zone putting this tiny piece of fabric on, because that was literally what it was; tiny. Okay, maybe not tiny but small enough.

There was a knock on your door. “You okay in there, Love? You’ve been in there for 15 minutes already.” Your boyfriend’s voice came from the other side.

“I’m fine, I’m just getting changed again.” You puffed your cheeks, quickly getting changed back into your casual wear, putting the dress back on its hanger. It was a habit of yours to always keep the hangers of whatever you were buying.

You opened the door to find Yugyeom sitting legs crossed on the pouf outside, eyes buried in his phone. He looked as stunning as ever, a marble sculpture shaped by the most skilled artist. His full, black hair laid perfectly as always, a tiny freckle right under one of his eyes. God, you loved that freckle. You would never understand how you managed to catch such a stunning creature.

Yugyeom wasted no time putting his phone away the moment he saw you stride towards him. You reached the pouf where he was sat, standing in front of him, the black dress draped over your arm. His hand quickly found yours, stroking the back of it.

“You ready to go?” Looking up at your face, Yugyeom placed a soft kiss on your hand.  

You pulled your hand from his lips to the back of his neck, gently running your fingers through his hair, careful not to mess it up. “Yes, I’m so over this shopping trip.” You pouted.

Shopping was one of the things you hated with a burning passion. You were only here because Yugyeom had dragged you, claiming he wanted to take you on a nice date, and that you needed a new outfit. He smiled as he stood up, a laugh rumbling in his chest.

You sighed. “I still can’t believe you’re making me buy a dress. I have plenty of other suitable clothes at home.”

Yugyeom moved forward to cup your face in his hands. “You do not own a single dress, Y/N. Can you blame me for wanting to see my beautiful girlfriend wear one, just for one night?”

His eyes focused on your lips, caressing his thumb over your bottom lip, his face only inches away from yours. At this point you were tip toeing, desperate for only a small taste of this intoxicating man, a small taste of heaven. He never failed to leave you breathless, and for a second you forgot you were standing in the middle of the fitting area of a small boutique.

Snapping out of your trance when another couple entered the fitting area, you exhaled. “Don’t do that.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you pulled away from the male.

“Do what exactly?” Yugyeom’s eyes were dark, lustful.

You gulped down the saliva that had been pooling in your mouth, letting your eyes wander to anything but him. “Seduce me. It’s unfair, you promised you wouldn’t use your powers on me.”

He hummed, a smirk plastered on his face. “I did no such thing, Love. The emotions you were feeling were all you.”

Needless to say, you knew in your heart he wouldn’t manipulate your emotions to his advantage. You just weren’t ready to admit you were head over heels in love with this marvellous man, who also happened to be a vampire.

Rolling your eyes in response, you grabbed his hand, leading the way to the till so that you could pay for this damn piece of fabric.

You had both made your way out of the boutique after bickering over who was to pay for said piece of fabric. Yugyeom, the gentleman that he was, was persistent on paying for the dress, much to your annoyance. After bickering in front of the poor cashier for a good five minutes, you had finally given in, letting the man pay as he was the one insisting on you getting a dress in the first place.

You were heading home, now excited to get ready for your date. You had been on dates before, but it usually didn’t involve you having to dress up. If Yugyeom wanted you in a dress, it meant he wanted the night to be different from the others; special. In the midst of walking down the crowded street, lost in your own thoughts, a voice croaked from behind you, pulling you back to reality.

“Yugyeom?” The husky voice questioned.

You saw confusion written all over Yugyeom’s face before he turned around to examine the owner of the voice. Curious as to who would know your boyfriend’s name in this town, you followed his movement, turning around to see what was going on for yourself.

Yugyeom’s confused face had now turned into stone. In front of him stood possibly the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was long and dark, wavy but also so smooth. Did she advertise for Pantene or something? It certainly looked like it.

She had a face straight out of a magazine; big eyes, a small nose, lips a sultry red colour. She was about the same height as Yugyeom, possibly because she was wearing the highest stilettos you had ever seen, yet she made balancing in them look so effortless. Any other human would be wobbling around like Bambi on ice wearing those heels.

And that’s when you realised, she was too perfect, much alike the man standing by your side, because she wasn’t human at all.

She had taken off her sunglasses and placed them on top of her head to get a better look at the man by your side. Maybe if she had kept them on you wouldn’t have felt so incredibly average in her presence.

“It really is you! I have not seen you in-“ She paused as she gave you a glance, obviously unsure of how much you knew about the man and his being. Her eyes quickly wandered back to your boyfriend. “A lifetime.” She finished, shooting him a big smile. Ironic.

Yugyeom gave her a polite smile in return. “Indeed, it’s been quite some time.” Taken back by the sudden reunion, he seemed unsure of what to do, which was out of character for the composed man you were used.

He turned his head to you, placing a steady hand on your hip to pull you closer to him. “This is Y/N, my partner. Y/N, this is Genevieve, an old friend of mine.”

The woman, Genevieve, now shifted her focus to you, taking you in from head to toe. “A pleasure to meet you.” She reached out her perfectly manicured hand to greet you and you took it, giving her possibly the measliest handshake of your life.

She gave you a small smile, retracting her hand. “I didn’t know you had,” she paused again, taking you in once more, “settled in this town. It’s…cute.”

You weren’t sure if she was referring to this town or you, but you decided you didn’t like the sound of either.

Yugyeom shrugged. “I suppose I have a thing for cute.”

She gave him a hum in response, cocking her eyebrow. “It’s been so long Yugyeom, we should catch up. We could go for a meal, like old times.”

You could see her tongue gliding over her subtle fangs, smirking at Yugyeom, carefully observing his reaction. It was like she didn’t even notice your presence anymore from where she was standing in front of you, looking like she was ready to eat your man up like he was a three-course meal.

Something told you she wasn’t implying going for a steak dinner either, unless the cow was served still walking.

Yugyeom hesitated for a moment. Was he actually considering her offer? You awkwardly cleared your throat, hoping your boyfriend would take the hint. You could name a handful of other things you would rather do than to spend time with his old friend.

He squeezed your hip reassuringly, taking a sharp breath in. “Maybe another time, we already have a reservation so we should get going.”

If Genevieve was bothered by this, you wouldn’t have known, as her expression didn’t falter. She clicked her tongue. “That’s a pity, I suppose I will have to hunt someone else down.” You were pretty sure she meant the last part of what she said literally and shuddered by the thought.

Pulling the sunglasses from the top of her head back to her face, she signalled she was leaving. Passing Yugyeom, she put a hand on his arm. “I’m not in town for long so don’t be a stranger, darling.” She smirked whilst eyeing him over the rim of her glasses, retracting her hand from his arm, vanishing into the sea of people behind you.

You felt uneasy to say the least, and surprisingly pissed off. Why didn’t he just decline her offer at once? Who even was she? Jealousy is ugly and it was slowly creeping in on you.

“Are you coming?” Yugyeom’s hand pulled on yours, ushering you to continue on your way home. In the corner of your eye you spotted a particular shop you suddenly felt the urge to visit, just what you needed to complete night’s look.

You rummaged through your bag. “I think I forgot my sunglasses in the fitting room at that boutique, I’ll quickly run back and check. Go back to the car and I’ll met you there, yeah?” You let go of his hand, turning back in the direction of the shop you had been in earlier.

Yugyeom muttered an ‘okay’ and you parted ways, the man oblivious of your true intentions as he headed towards the car you parked a few streets down.

When he was out of your sight you hurriedly made a turn in the opposite direction, doorbell chiming as you entered your shop of choice.

 The dress you had chosen were a perfect match for your newly bought jewellery. Well, it was black, of course it would match, which is why you had lots to choose from when you entered the jewellery shop earlier. You had picked out a pair of earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, even a ring or two, all now carefully attached to your body. You had put on a full face of makeup, a rare sight for you as you normally didn’t have the time to. Putting your heels on, because heels were the only option fitting for tonight according to Yugyeom, you made your way out of your bedroom.

Yugyeom was leaning on your kitchen island, dressed up to match your own outfit, scrolling through his phone yet again. For someone always complaining that people in today’s modern age are always on their phone, he was consistent on putting his own nose in it too.

“These mortals really have no respect for their own limits anymore. Why on earth would you willingly throw yourself out of a moving aeroplane thousands of feet above ground? Their bodies don’t heal if something goes wrong and they hit the ground! Do all mortals subconsciously have a death wi-“

His voice trickled off, the sight of you standing in your doorway all dressed up made his thoughts go foggy. He didn’t need oxygen, he was immortal after all, yet he couldn’t stop the feeling of needing to take a deep breath to collect his thoughts.

For a moment he thought all his sins had been forgiven and he had been lifted to the gates of heaven, God having spared him from being dragged down to the doomed gates of hell for his eternal suffering.  You couldn’t possibly be anything other than an angel.

“You look heavenly.” For once in his life he had no other words to describe your beauty; no words could possibly do you justice.

You noticed how intensely he focused on you and you could feel your blush creeping up, tinting your cheeks a rosy pink.

Yugyeom pushed himself off the kitchen island, eager to get his hands on you. “The dress fits you perfectly.” He was about to pull you in for a kiss until he noticed your jewellery and came to a halt. “And so does your accessories.” He eyed them all, a questioning look taking place on his face.

Remembering that you we’re still not happy from the situation you had ran into earlier during the day, you straightened your posture.

“I saw this cute little shop on my way back from the boutique and I thought, ‘Hey, I don’t have any accessories’ and here we are. Do you like them? They’re all real silver.” You reached out your arm, your boyfriend flinching to the side.

His eyes trailed from the jewellery on your arm up to your face, back to your arm. “They’re nice. What made you go for silver?” He asked cautiously.

You let your arm down, walking over to the couch to pick up your bag. “You know, just thought they would look nice with the dress.”

Yugyeom stood still in his spot, brows furrowed. “So would gold, which also wouldn’t burn my skin off.”

You smirked, your face out of sight from your boyfriend. “Oh, I didn’t think about that. Sorry.” You shrugged.

Your boyfriend let out a sigh, now pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed. “Love, come on. What’s the reason behind this?”

You looked at him with your doe-eyes, feigning innocence again. “What do you mean?”

Yugyeom crossed his arms, glaring in your direction. You could tell he was getting impatient by the way he puffed. “You got rid of all your silver the second I moved in, and you want me to believe you got all of this silver jewellery because ‘It would go nice with the dress’? Do not take me for a fool, Y/N.”

A near mocking laugh escaped your lips. “Maybe if you’re so afraid of a tiny amount of silver you should have invited Genevieve instead. I’m sure she would be more than happy to go for a blue steak with you.“

Yugyeom’s eyes narrowed at your comment. You didn’t normally start petty arguments over anything, so something was bothering you enough for you to lash out like this. He didn’t expect you to be throwing a tantrum over bumping into Genevieve, the past was the past, his story with the woman was buried decades ago.

Then it clicked in his mind.

“Are you jealous?” He asked carefully, his eyes now softer.  

You gaped, slightly offended. “I’m absolutely not jealous of your drop-dead gorgeous old friend. I’m just saying you probably have more in common with her than me when it comes to your choice of food.” You crossed your arms as well as your legs, staring into the darkness outside the window.

“Y/N, please.” Yugyeom sighed. You had to pick a fight, today out of all days.

You on the other hand had never felt this type of rage and the adrenaline that came with it.

Both of you fell silent for a moment, trying to read the situation.

“Who is she to you?” Breaking the silence, your gaze still outside, afraid that if you so much as glanced in Yugyeom’s direction your walls would come crumbling down, exposing you, your weakness on full display.

Yugyeom continued to stay silent, worry building in your chest. This couldn’t be good.

“I’m not buying the old friend crap. She was looking at you like you were a meal but as far as I know, vampires don’t survive off of each other.”

You wanted answers. You needed answers.

Yugyeom’s arms dropped and he made his way to the couch you were sitting on. He sat down next to you, placing a hand on your exposed knee, his touch sending a tingling sensation up your thigh, straight to your spine. Damn this man and how he affected you.

“We knew each other a long time ago. You could say we were partners in crime, we only had each other to rely on. It can be hard out there on your own, not to mention lonely.” His voice was soft, back to its silky-smooth self.

You took a deep, shaky breath.

“So you were lovers, is that it then?”

You couldn’t bear the thought of Yugyeom with someone else. It was ridiculous of course, the man had a life before you, decades before you were even born, he was bound to have been involved with someone. But it didn’t hurt any less hearing about it.

“We were involved with each other in various activities.”

Your heart was beating so hard you could hear your pulse in your ears, and you were sure Yugyeom could hear it just as well, if not better than you.  

“Did you love her?” You weren’t sure if you wanted to hear the answer to the question you just asked, your voice a mere mumble as you were now staring at the floor.

Yugyeom could hear your heart racing, the protruding vein in your neck pulsating, your breathing irregular. His hand squeezed your thigh, just above your knee, drawing circles with his thumb.

“I cared for her in multiple ways, but no, I didn’t love her. It was the reason she left me to my own in the end, I couldn’t love her the way she wanted me to. The way I love you.”

Yugyeom paused, trying to read your face before he continued.

Was he doing the right thing telling you this? It wasn’t unusual for you to ask questions about the past, how things used to be around the world as he had lived to see it unfold, but you never spoke about his past like this. There were uncountable things he could tell you about his past, but he would rather not go near that subject, burying it in the deepest, darkest part of his mind.

“I didn’t think I would ever see her again, we parted nearly a lifetime ago. I didn’t care for her like I care for you. I never loved her. I have never loved anyone like I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you were sure it was going to pack it’s bags and run out of your chest at any point now. Your arms were still crossed over your chest, afraid of hurting your boyfriend with your jewellery as you didn’t actually intend to use them against him. More than anything you wanted to wrap your arms around Yugyeom’s frame, bury yourself face in his chest and smell that familiar scent, his scent.

Voice a mere whisper, you stared into your lap. “Say it again.”

Yugyeom squeezed your thigh once more, firmer this time. He grabbed your chin, gently nudging your chin up so he could tell you straight to your face. “I love you Y/N. I adore you. I crave you. You’re all I could ever want, and I will cherish you forever, even if my damned soul does not deserve you. I won’t let anything in this mortal world part me from you.”

It was all you needed to hear.

A sheepish grin spread across your face. “I love you too, Yugyeom. And I’m sorry about all of this.” You gestured to yourself and the dumb jewellery you were wearing. You were going to throw it all out by morning, not caring about the money you spent on it.

Yugyeom let out a breathy laugh, smiling because you were smiling.

“I know.” He pushed a strand of hair out of your face, careful to avoid your earrings. Soon enough he smirked, eyes just as dark as they had been in the little boutique.

“Now Love, would you please take all of this shiny garbage off of you so that I can kiss you before I go insane?”

A giggle erupted from your lips, throwing every piece of stupid silver on your body across the room, lips finally colliding with your love.

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Non-Sequential [Ch. 15]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 2,825

Chapter 14

Natasha had been watching Steve closely. She took note of every facial expression, every jaw clench, every sigh, every brow furrow. He wasn’t being himself. But Nat didn’t really believe he should be being himself. He wasn’t Captain America anymore. He was a criminal.

They were somewhere in South Africa now. Just outside of Johannesburg. There was a peak in crime. The team didn’t have the same access to information in the intelligence community. So theses days, they basically just followed the news. And it took them where help was needed most.

Wanda and Sam had gone out to get food for all of them, leaving Nat a little time alone with their captain.

Steve was just in basketball shorts and a white T-shirt. He had conformed to modern clothing trends of men more than ever, now that he was on the run and trying to be someone else.

He stared out into the night and leaned against the railing of the top floor balcony. Forests and hills were the only thing to see.

“You OK?” Nat asked him carefully.

Steve just nodded without even glancing toward her.

“You know, you could’ve stayed with her. I know you think we need you… but I could’ve taken care of us.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m the reason all of you are in this mess. What kind of man would I be if I stayed there with her, in some fantasy, pretending like I wasn’t a criminal?”

“But…” Nat swallowed, not sure if she dared say what she wanted. “You left her all alone there, Steve.”

She watched Steve for some sort of reaction – any reaction, really.

For the first time since they all went on the run, Steve broke.

His eyes filled with tears. His bottom lip shook.

“She needed me, Natasha. Y/N needed me and I was out, becoming a felon. I abandoned her.” The tears streamed down his face.

Nat knew how hard Steve tried to stay strong for them. To see him finally break down just proved how much he was hurting.

“What happened to her is not your fault, Steve. Even if you were with her, there was nothing you could have done to keep her from traveling. Whether you were at her side or not, she still would’ve come back back to the present beaten and bruised.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shot back. “She wouldn’t have woken up in a hospital all alone.”

Nat narrowed her eyes. “But that’s exactly what you did to her in Wakanda.”

Steve knew she had a point. He stared into Nat’s gaze. “I’d already let her down.”

Nat sighed and looked out at the landscape. “Steve, I’m only saying this because I care about you. But you need to stop being such a fucking idiot.”

Without giving him a chance to reply, she got up and made her way back inside.

Steve lay in bed staring at the ceiling that night. Well, it wasn’t even really a bed. It was more of a cot.

He lied to Natasha. He had seen Y/N before he left. She hadn’t been awake. But seeing her in such a state was all it took for Steve to run.

There was one thing everyone knew for certain after all this time. Y/N was drawn to places in his past because of their relationship in the future. Because he loved her. Because she loved him.

This was all Steve’s fault. Y/N went to dangerous places because of him. She almost lost her life multiple times because of him.

Maybe if he stayed away, maybe if he just left her alone…then her powers would stop dragging her in the past to him.

Steve sat at her bed-side in Wakanda and cried.

Over half of her skin was tainted blue, purple, or green – some degree of bruising. Her lips were split. One of her eyes were swollen. Countless ribs were broken. She looked skinnier, weaker. How long had she been stuck in the past to receive such pain?

“She will recover,” Shuri said quietly.

How long had she been standing in the doorway?

Steve whipped around, annoyed with himself for not sensing her presence right away. He wiped away his tears, but showed now indication that he was embarrassed by them.

He cleared his throat and stood, facing the princess. “She almost died.”

“Yes.” Shuri didn’t even bother trying to disagree. They both knew what he said was true. “It is good that you brought her here. We will have her healthy soon.”

Steve gave a bow of his head, “Thank you.”

Shuri noticed the duffle-bag he had left near Y/N’s bed and that he was wearing his jacket. “You are not staying?”

Steve put his hands on his hips and looked at the ground. “I told T’Challa that I couldn’t.”

“Yes, I know. But I thought once you saw her, you would not be able to stay true to your word,” she admitted.

Steve said nothing.

“It seems you trust us very much,” Shuri spoke with a sly smirk.

He raised an eyebrow, not sure what she meant.

“You have now left us the two most important people in your life, trusting us to take care of them.”

Steve looked over his shoulder at Y/N then. “They’re both where they are because of me.”

“You are much too hard on yourself, Captain.”

He ignored her comment and bent down to pick up his duffle-bag. “Thank you again, Shuri…for everything.”

With a final dip of his head, he walked past her and took his leave. ————————-

Y/N blinked, the sounds of shrieking roused her from her sleep.

But she wasn’t lying down. She was standing. And she wasn’t standing in her bedroom.

In fact, she had no idea where she was. Her heart started racing. She frantically looked around at her surroundings and didn’t recognize a single thing.

Then she looked down to see that a knife was being gripped in her right hand.

Had she hurt someone? Why the hell was she carrying the knife Steve gave her?

She’d been sleeping with it on her nightstand. Steve must’ve given specific instructions to T’Challa’s team, because she awoke in Wakanda with the majority of her own belongings. They must’ve gone to her apartment and grabbed what Steve told them to.

Y/N was hyperventilating now. She stared at the blade and received some relief to see that there appeared to be no blood on it.

“You OK?” A voice said quietly behind her. There was no Wakandan accent to his english.

Y/N whipped around and her eyes widened. No. It couldn’t be. She was imagining things.

The Winter Soldier stood just 15 feet or so away from her.

Without even realizing it, Y/N held up the knife and stiffly started walking backwards.

He immediately held up his hands in surrender and took a few steps away. It was obvious he was trying to make himself smaller and less threatening, but that was rather hard and a little ridiculous.

Then Y/N seemed to snap out of her initial shock and allowed herself to actually take him in. His eyes weren’t cold and lifeless like when she’d seen him in his Winter Soldier form. There was color to his skin and a new energy in his blue eyes. Even when he was the Winter Soldier, he had never ever hurt her. In fact, he had only helped her. But with his long hair and scruffy beard, he didn’t look like the Bucky of the past that had kissed her.

Bucky seemed to see that she was processing all of this.

“Just in case you actually want to stab me with that knife…” He began with a surprisingly casual tone. "Your grip is all wrong. You’ll end up stabbing your own finger before ever hurting me – if you don’t drop it first.”

She looked at him with utter confusion. But her chest was still heaving from the distress and heavy breathing.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” Bucky added.

Y/N still stared at him. Her mind was struggling to process the man that was before her. He looked like the Winter Soldier who had witnessed her torture, but he sounded like the man she once considered a friend.

Bucky then took a hesitant step forward. “Y/N,” he muttered gently. “It’s just me.”

“How – What are you doing here?” She finally stumbled through the question.

“T’Challa and Steve brought me here. They cured – Well, they got rid of everything Hydra put into my head.”

Y/N finally lowered the knife to her side. “You’ve been here this whole time?”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Since everything went down in Romania.”

She just nodded and looked around. For some reason, it was hard to meet his gaze now. 

“Umm…Where am I?” It was so meek, making it clear that she was ashamed to have to ask someone.

“The Banquet Hall,” Bucky shrugged.

“What time is it?”

“Uhh… about 4AM.”

Y/N didn’t seem relieved by any of the information. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged. “I was…uhh…using the pool and I saw you sleepwalking.”

She looked down at the knife then and suddenly her eyes filled with tears. Her bottom lip shook as she asked, “Did I try to hurt anyone?”

He gave her a sympathetic look. “No, of course not.”

The knife dropped to the floor with a light clatter.

Y/N covered her face with her hands and started crying.

Bucky wanted to rush to her. He wanted to pull her into his arms and tell her he knew exactly what she was feeling, that she wasn’t alone. But he couldn’t.

“There’s something wrong w-with me,” Y/N sobbed.

He risked another step toward her, but still kept his distance.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he told her softly.

But she just shook her head in disagreement and continued crying.

There wasn’t much Bucky felt like he could do. His priority was to make sure he didn’t scare her. And Y/N had made it very clear that she didn’t trust him right now.

“Do you…want me to show you back to your room?” Bucky finally asked her carefully.

Y/N finally managed to get a hold of her crying and slowly put an end to it. She wiped at her cheeks roughly, embarrassed now for having a meltdown.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to go back to sleep.”

Bucky grimaced at her response. He was all too familiar with the feeling. But evading sleep wouldn’t work forever.

“OK,” he replied casually. “Would you like to take a walk? I know my way around pretty well now. So no need to worry about getting lost.”

Y/N shifted her weight, clearly trying to gage how much she wanted to trust him.

“We don’t have to talk about it. We can just walk,” Bucky added quickly.

After a few moments, Y/N reluctantly nodded.

He gave her a hopeful, yet small, smirk at her final agreement. Then he turned his back and took a step forward, but stopped when he thought of something.

“Actually, can I show you something? It’s a bit of a walk.”

Y/N shrugged and nodded. Where the hell else did she have to go? What else did she have to do?

Bucky stayed true to his promise, not asking her any questions and not even forcing her to listen to him talk.

She kept her distance from him, with three or four feet between them and with her always a step or two behind him.

He didn’t take offense to it. The silence allowed Bucky to take in all the bruises across her skin that were still healing. He also noted the way she limped. It probably wasn’t good for her injuries to be sleepwalking. Who knew what damage she could do without even realizing it?

“Why are you up?” Y/N finally said after 20 minutes of them silently walking beside each other.

“What?” He blurted out, not sure if she had actually spoken or he was imagining things.

She turned to look at him, meeting his gaze. “You said you were swimming in the pool.”

“Oh,” Bucky sighed. “Well…you’re not the only person that’s scared of sleeping.”

Y/N just nodded slowly and then crossed her arms, hugging herself tightly.

“You cold?” He asked her with soft concern, just a millisecond away from giving her his jacket.

But Y/N quickly shook her head and lied that she was fine.

He nodded in return. Somehow he understood that even offering his jacket was too much for her. It was an invasion of her space and it felt like too intimate of an act for someone she clearly did not feel comfortable with.

Silence settled between them once again.  

“Here we are,” Bucky told her and pointed straight ahead.

There was a couple of small huts and a fenced in area with some animals.

“Where are we?” Y/N asked with confusion.

“This is where I live,” Bucky answered.

Without giving her any other cue, he started walking forward. Y/N quickly caught up with him. When she heard the sound of bleats, she looked to Bucky. He was already smiling.

The enclosure was filled with half a dozen goats, who were now all at the entrance, excited to have their master return.

“Hey guys,” Bucky cooed in greeting as he opened up the fence. Y/N stood frozen in place as she watched.

“Come on. I promise they won’t hurt you,” he reassured her.

Ever so slowly, Y/N walked to the opening.

Two of the goats were either babies or micro sized, but they were the first to gallop up to her while making the cutest sounds.

“Why hello there,” Y/N whispered as she bent down so they had easier access.

One of them immediately started biting on the end of her shirt.

“No, no, no, Frankenstein,” Bucky warned lightly as he picked up the grey and black spotted micro goat. “We talked about this. No chewing on people’s clothes.” Then he hugged the goat to his chest.

The goat just baa-ed back at Bucky.

“Frankenstein?” Y/N asked while trying not to smile or laugh.

“Yeah, her name is Frankenstein,” Bucky replied without shame. Then he pointed to the other little goat that was all white, “And that’s Snow White.” He pointed to the bigger goat that was white with black spots, “That’s King Kong.” Then the chestnut goat, “Clark Gable.” Then the all gray one, “Glinda.” Then he finally pointed to the black one that was the only one not fighting for either of their attention, “And that’s Fred.”

Y/N fully laughed now. She couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Why are you laughing?” Bucky asked with a smile.

“You gave all of them those names and this one just gets ‘Fred’?” Y/N asked through giggles. “Well, that’s the only thing he liked!” He retorted with exasperation.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, right Fred?” Bucky called to the goat.

It instantly responded back. But somehow, his bleat actually sounded like he was saying ‘Fred.’ Y/N quickly understood how this name was chosen and fell into a fit of giggles.

Bucky have never felt more relief than when he heard that sound come from her.

“Here, Snow White is good at cuddling,” he told her before thrusting the white micro goat in her grasp.

“Oh, umm…” Y/N awkwardly shifted the goat in her arms so she had a better hold on it.

Then she jumped when there was a loud moo near them. She turned to see a giant cow slowly walking their way.

“Oh, that’s Betsy.” Bucky added nonchalantly.

Y/N titled her head. “Any other animals you wanna tell me about?”

“Just Humphrey.”

“Humphrey?”

“Yeah, he’s a horse.” Bucky whistled.

10 seconds later, a horse came trotting over. It immediately nuzzled Bucky’s face.

“He was a gift from Okoye. She tried to convince me to take a rhino instead, but that was a little…much for me to wrap my mind around.”

Y/N gaped at him. “A rhino?”

“Exactly.”

“Sometimes Wakanda can be…strange,” Y/N admitted with a light laugh.

Bucky nodded in agreement. “It’s a little earlier than what they’re used to, but do you wanna feed them?”

Y/N smirked at him, “Sure.”

A few minutes later, Bucky leaned against the fence as he watched Y/N feed all the animals. She talked softly to them as she did so, bringing a shy smile to Bucky’s lips.

And for a fleeting moment, both of them forgot about the darkness they were trying to escape. The same darkness that brought them together in the first place.

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Chapter 16

Sorry this took longer than usual. I was super busy this week and literally didn’t have time to write. 

Let me know your thoughts!

[uwujaes]

ceo! jaehyun

prompt: ceo jaehyun who is soft for reader

genre: fluff

yall met as boss and employee (jaehyun's the boss if this isn't clear yet)

ok but HOW yall met was pretty........ eventful

basically your department plays rock paper scissors to decide who buys coffee for the day

so after ordering drinks at the cafe downstairs, you were waiting to collect them

when you saw 12 drinks getting packed, you walked to the counter to collect them

but at the same time, this really tall dude in a suit walked over at the same time asdfghjkl

both of yall took the same bag of drinks and looked at each other sHockEd

"these are my drinks"

"no these are mine, i ordered them first"

soOoOoO yall had this 5 minute debate over who these drinks belonged to

but then the barista realised they forgot one of ur orders bc yall ordered the exact same thing

so technically the drinks belonged to both of yall and well embarrassment sets in bc ur 5 min debate with him is now irrelevant lololol

u swear both of u blushed big time but aljdhdhfksk wtv moving on

both of y'all get ur drinks and part ways

back in the office, u gave out the drinks

ur colleague who set next to you asked why u took so long

"ugh it's a long story skjddhdbhd basically i fought with someone over these drinks but it turned out that it wasnt our fault bc the barista forgot one of our orders"

just then, someone walked in to greet everyone

everyone in ur department and stood

u didn't know what was going on but u followed suit

BUTBUTBUT u looked at the person who just walked in and—

"good morning everyone! i bought coffee for u bc i wanted to thank everyone for ur hard work"

u whispered to colleague "who is this?"

ur colleague looked at u "bRoo r u serious that's our ceo, jung jaehyun"

right then ur manager said "y/n (as he said that he pointed to u) has already gotten us coffee but thank you for the coffee, guess we are ready for ot today!"

jaehyun looked at u and u swore he smiled a little

after that he just left to go back to his office

at night, everyone in ur department left for home already or maybe the club bc it's a friday and the night is young

everyone but u

u had lots of work to do bc u joined the company recently and had to juggle learning the ropes here and actual work

u were finishing up and looked at the time

it was literally almost 12am

"are u not going home tonight?"

u turned to look at who asked that and when u realised who it was, u instinctively stood up to greet the person

"i-im leaving s-soon"

jaehyun laughed a bit and said "why are u stuttering? is it bc u realised im ur boss?"

and then u realised yeah right why were u stuttering? besides it's after work hours now so technically he isn't ur boss anymore

"im just, idk i guess? i mean ur my boss im ur employee and how we met earlier wasn't exactly the best situation for me to meet my boss for the first time"

jaehyun walked towards u and sat on ur table

"but im not ur boss now it's been 5 hours since work times ended"

"yeah.."

"also im.. sorry about earlier. even though it was none of our fault but u know? i didnt know what to say when i realised it wasnt our fault"

wow what a gentleman Hhsbxhdjjd

"me too im sorry about earlier, it was awkward right?"

the silence was deafening, both of u didn't know what to say

right before u were gonna ask why was he still in the office, he asked

"truth is.. i waited till u got off work and was intending to take u to dinner as an apology for what happened in the morning"

"oh... sure i havent had dinner yet anyways"

throughout dinner yall talked and oddly it wasnt awkward at all???

in fact yall enjoyed urselves so much that u didnt realise that it was alr 4am

u were tired but u didnt want the night to end; u didnt want to stop talking to ur new found friend

when jaehyun realised u were almost on the verge of sleeping face on the table, he said

"y/n i think that u shld go home now, it's 4am. come on ill drive u back"

that late night dinner was just the first of the many late night dinners u had with jaehyun

fast forward 1 year

u are wayyy closer to jaehyun than u were 1 year ago

in the office, u respected that he was ur boss and knew ur place

but outside of work, u saw him as a friend who would listen to ur complains of the crowdedness of the morning bus to work, how the barista messed up ur order and just things u would tell ur best friends

likewise for jaehyun, he did not show any sense of biasness for u in the office

and outside of work, he showed his child-like side and sometimes complained about the problems he was facing at work

one day, he was over at ur house (again) probably sleeping over bc he complains that his house is TOO FAR

when yall were eating dinner, he suddenly asked a question/topic yall hv (surprisingly) never talked about before

"do u hv a boyfriend?"

"no why?"

"was just wondering.. but why?"

"too busy yaknow? and idk where to find guys i literally hv no guy friends. well i mean except u"

u notice that jaehyun's ears started to get really red but u brush that off bc it was hot

"y/n, u know... ur like my best friend right?"

"yup and ur mine too why? did u need confirmation on that HAHAHAHA"

"i love u"

nothing big or complicating, just a simple 'i love u'

"i love u in THAT way, y/n. i really do and its driving me insane"

ngl u were shocked but

u thought of all the times he:

waited for u till ur done with work to make sure that u do not skip ur meals

listened to ur drunk-talk and constant rambles about life

took care of u when u were drunk

the countless times he encouraged and reaffirmed u when u felt like u were the ugliest person on earth

most of all, u remembered how he never fails to put a smile on ur face whenever ur with him

then, u realised it was really that simple too — u were in love with jaehyun the way he was with u

"it's ok if u dont feel the same way. it's just that... all the times u compare urself to other girls and how u say ur uglier, fatter, worse than them... it hurts me when u say that.. just wanted to let u know that ur very attractive in my eyes and it's a pity for whoever misses that"

he gave his dimply smile to mask all signs of anxiety but u could see through it all

u walked over to his side of the table

and gave him!!!! a big bear hug!!!!!!!!!

"i love u in that way too silly"

when yall pulled away, he planted a kiss on ur forehead

"so tonight's our day 1 right?"