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[kyovtani]

𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 | 𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖

✗ pairing: kuroo tetsurou x female reader

✗ genre: smut, like just smut, lit nothing but smut; absolute filth but still classy so it's fílth anyway; established relationship!AU

✗ word count: 4.1k+

✗ warnings: swearing, heavy dumbification and degradation, mean/hard (to soft) dom!kuroo, DD/LG (d*ddy dom / little girl), mentions of jealousy and slight possessive behavior, orgasm denial, p*ssy slapping, some spanking, praising, ch*king, impregnation, some c*m play, car s*x, (a little bit of) cute aftercare

– A/N: Happiest Birthday to my fave scorpio boy in HQ!! This is an old fic of mine which I wrote about a year ago and as I thought about it, Kuroo does fit the concept really well and since I’m a little busy writing smth new, I thought why not reuse this big boy! I hope you guys enjoy this one and please feel free to leave feedback of any kind if you did!!

x all the love, zade.

✗ summary: your boyfriend is sweet, caring and oh so soft, so you decide it’s time to make him lose his composure...

It takes a lot to make Kuroo switch from his soft, caring demeanor to his hard dom persona because after everything, he remains a patient man.

He puts your pleasure above anything else; your body a temple for him to worship and take care of with every part of his being.

However, sometimes, no matter how much you love your sweet, loving boyfriend, you find yourself growing a little bored of his constant softness; your desires going further than just being choked and called kitten.

You want Kuroo to absolutely destroy you, to put it as simple as possible. The guttural desire to have him use you for his own pleasure, claim you in the most intimate ways possible and every now and then your body craves this certain type of pleasure; the one which lays pretty close to pure pain.

Led by your body’s deep desire, you find yourself seeking methods which might not be the morally right ones but at this point you struggle to care the slightest bit about morality.

You set Kuroo losing his composure as your goal, trying your very best without even overthinking the possible consequences and if that means that you have to let a random man flirt the living hell out of you right in front of your boyfriend (who happens to have slight possessive tendencies) during your weekly grocery shopping, then so be it.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Kuroo watches the blood boiling scene in front of him with his brows furrowed in pure anger; annoyance flooding his usually so soft and calm features and the more time passes, the angrier he gets.

However, Kuroo’s not a dom for nothing.

He keeps his cool, even lets you take the guy's number as he causally ignores the way that stupid fucker lookes at your ass like a fucking pervert, before the two of you eventually finish the shopping without Kuroo commenting on any of it.

At this point you’re just frustrated. Anger and irritation rush through your body at such a fast pace, you feel your head spinning the closer you get to the car and if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re currently in a public parking lot, you would have thrown a fit already.

Tired of Kuroo’s oblivion, you finally get yourself to gather every bit of composure you have left and turn around to just tell him about what the fuck you want when he suddenly pushes you against the car door, pressing his strong body into your back.

"What the fuck was that little scene supposed to be, hm, doll?", he hisses into your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck and just as usual you love the way his deep and almost unrecognizably raspy voice sends jolts of arousal through your whole body right into your core.

In an instant, you feel your cunt clenching in despair, drenching the fabric of your panties just like that and even though you’re very much aware of your surroundings, you can’t bring yourself to actually give a fuck.

"Good fuck dolls answer when they are being talked to", Kuroo grunts and pulls the lobe of your ear between his teeth, easily eliciting a sweet moan from you before he suddenly wraps his strong fingers around your throat. The cold metal of his rings builds the perfect contrast to the hotness of your skin and with another soft whine, you press your thighs together.

And then, as you gently throw your head back against his shoulder, Kuroo’s hand finds its way around your breast, quickly and incredibly harshly pinching your sensitive nipple between his fingertips to remind you of his – still unanswered – question.

"T-Tetsu, I just-", he doesn’t give you the opportunity to finish your sentence, casually tightening his grip around your throat and cutting off your air supply in one go.

"How the fuck dare you call me by my name right fucking now, you cockhrungy little slut?”, Kuroo’s voice is cold and distant; the anger and disappointment evident in every single one of his words and you can’t believe just how much your pussy starts spasming in response.

“You better address me correctly or last night was the last time you got to cum, did you fucking hear me?", he’s quick to add, the lack of oxygen in your body sending you even deeper into the beautiful haze of pleasure. You barely notice the way you start gasping gasping for air, your lids fluttering shut as you press your thighs even tighter together to get some kind of relief from the heavy pressure on your throbbing cunt.

"Y-Yes, Daddy", you whimper and push your forehead against the cold surface of the door, your body slowly but surely growing overwhelmed by the arousal heating you up.

And in the middle of it all, you’re still incredibly grateful for the lack of company due to the late time of the day because even though you enjoy this with every single pore in your body, you don’t want anyone else to see you like this.

Kuroo lets go of your throat, his hand wandering in between your legs and underneath the waistband of your shorts, just to suddenly cup your cunt. The feeling of his fingers pressing against the drenched fabric of your panties, his rough digits rubbing your needy  clit makes you let out a loud, throaty moan.

"Fucking whore", Kuroo curses, his lips so close to your ear, you feel yourself literally melting into a puddle of despair underneath his tall figure, "I can't believe you let that bastard flirt with you right in front of my eyes", he continues and sucks the skin of your neck into his mouth, sucking harshly before he harshly pulls it in between his teeth.

You whine again, constant mewls of frustration leaving your lips as you try your best to move your hips against his big hand, yet fail miserably.

"I should have fucked you right then and there just to show him who this slutty cunt belongs to", Tetsu groans, rubbing his hard erection against your ass but refusing to to move his fingers on your clit. His words and the pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves has you moaning and without even trying to calm yourself down, you reach back to take a hold of Kuroo’s thick hair.

"You would have liked that, am I right, kitty cat? No, wait – you would have loved it. You're literally getting wetter and wetter just at the thought being fucked like a stupid whore", Kuroo scoffs, a hint of disbelief wavering in his voice and without missing a beat, you let out a sound of approval in response.

"I'm not even surprised", he hisses and suddenly, pulling his hand out of your shorts, "at the end of the day, you're nothing but a pathetic whore who thinks with her stupid cunt and nothing but her stupid cunt", and then he lets go of you.

His sudden absence leaves you tumbling against the door with a soft whimper and it's then that you notice the way your whole body is shivering from the overwhelming amount of arousal rushing through your system.

"D-Daddy, please", you whisper helplessly, using every single bit of your energy left to turn around and face him, "I need you", you add and can’t help the soft sob falling past your lips; two tears finding their way down your cheeks as you look into the beautiful face of your lover.

The strictness and distance in his features makes you gulp harshly, his usually so soft and calming eyes filled with nothing but hunger and anger and you let yourself devour this rare sight.

"Oh, look at that", Kuroo pushes his bottom lip into a fake pout with amusement sparkling in the pretty brown around his iris, "my little, cockcrazy whore thinks she has the right to even think about my cock after pulling a show like that”, he lets out a loud, empty chuckle, “how cute and oh, so pathetic, kitty.”

Kuroo takes your chin in between his fingers before he straightens his face and pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

"Backseat", is all he grunts, "I guess I’ve been a bit too good to you. I haven't fucked some manners into you in some time, have I, pretty kitty?”, you look at him with big, teary eyes and your lips parted before you bring yourself to nod in response to his question.

“Is that why you keep acting up like some needy, filthy little whore? Do you want Daddy to treat you like this, hm? Because you know how much I hate disobedient kittens who flirt with other men, yet choose to do it anyway. Right in front of me, too."

His words stir something deep inside of you, your pussy clenching even harder around nothing as a strong jolt of arousal finds its way right into the pit of your stomach.

You have never been more turned on by anyone or anything and at this point you’ve completely forgotten your surroundings; Kuroo and his huge cock the only thing on your mind as you pull open the door to the backseat of his car.

Kuroo watches you carefully, his eyes roaming the sight of your shaky thighs and the damp spot on the grey material of your shorts before he gets himself to tear his gaze away from you, lifting his head and checking the mostly empty parking lot to make sure nobody is watching the two of you.

He doesn’t like doing it in public; the thought of being caught or watched is definitely alluring and tempting but usually followed by the image of it actually happening and a jolt of slight disgust washing over him.

However this time Kuroo is absolutely ready to make an exception because after remaining patient with you for so long, he knows he won’t be able to keep it up for the entire drive back home.

After making sure nobody is around – his habit of parking all the way at the very end of the parking lot no matter what coming as an advantage – Kuroo also makes his way into the backseat, his gaze instantly finding your glossy eyes before he takes in the oddly satisfying sight of your tear stained cheeks and pouty lips.

You look so vulnerable, so helpless, so pathetic – the thought of completely destroying you in every way possible quickly clouding his mind and the longer he looks at you, the more he just wants to fuck you into oblivion.

But again, Kuroo isn’t a dom for nothing.

With hooded eyes, he silently motions you to turn around, the urge to press your face into the seat taking over every bit of his brain.

You don’t hesitate and obediently move onto your stomach, pulling yourself up onto your knees as your eyes nervously roam the inside of his car.

Your heart is hammering against your rib cage at an unhealthy pace, adrenaline and arousal thrumming inside your ears and clouding your mind in the best way possible.

Oh how you love the effect he has on you.

"Take off your shorts and then finger yourself", Kuroo hisses, casually pushing his sweats as well as boxers briefs down his muscular thigh, exposing his thick, rockhard cock to the cold  yet tensed air in the car and letting out a soft hiss, "I want you to stretch that little cunt of yours", he adds and without even trying to hide it, you turn your head to watch the way Kuroo spits into his palm and then wraps his fingers around his cock.

You let out a loud, desperate moan at the sight of his huge length; the tip red and angry, already leaking so much precum, you feel your mouth watering at the memory of his taste coating your tongue. You gulp harshly the longer you watch him stroke his length like that, your pussy clenching in despair at the mere thought of how good he fills you up.

You hear the loud sound of skin meating skin before a harsh pain starting from your inner thigh rushes through you; a choked out whimper leaving your lips before you can literally feel your ears perking up at the sound of Kuroo’s voice.

"If I have to repeat myself one more fucking time, I swear to God, I won't let you cum for a whole month, kitty", Tetsurou growls, an almost inaudbile moan following his threat and after mumbling a soft apology, you're quick to get rid of your shorts and underwear just as you were told.

You bend your body down and spread your legs, only to feel waves of embarrassment and shame in combination with heavy, hot arousal overwhelming you.

Kuroo has the perfect view on your spasming cunt and you know he is basically devouring you with his eyes, your head spinning at the thought.

"Oh, kitty", he sighs and picks up the pace of his hand, focusing on his tip every now and then to slightly edge himself because even though he usually manages to hide it really well, this whole situation has him a lot more worked up than he had expected.

And now that he actually got to see how much his change in demeanor and choice of words have gotten to you, he is more than just  struggling to keep his cool composure.

Kuroo can’t help but think of the way your slick arousal tastes and feels on his tongue, your sweet moans filling his ears as you part those pretty lips of yours in pleasure.

Kuroo watches the way you slide two of your fingers through your glistening folds, collecting your own juice before aiming for your sensitive, hardened little clit and as soon as you press the tips of your digits against the bundle of nerves, both of you let out a loud moan.

"Don't forget about that tight hole of yours, baby", Tetsurou grunts, throwing his head back as he curses himself for slipping out of his persona even if it wasn't for longer than a second.

You whimper at the sound of your favorite pet name falling past those pretty, swollen lips and choke on that exact whimper when you insert both of your fingers into the warm walls of your cunt.

"That's right, just like that, you little slut", Kuroo’s quick to comment, his other hand pushing the material of your (his) oversized shirt up to reveal the soft flesh of your ass before spanking you softly and then digging his fingers into your skin, "even though your fingers are nothing compared to my cock, we don't want you to to get hurt, right?", and again, he finds himself quickly regretting his choice of words and lack of authority.

But he can't help it. You’re his perfect, sweet faced little angel girl after all; there’s no way he can completely abandon his soft, caring side no matter how bratty you become. Not even thinking about giving you a chance to respond, he reaches out and plants another harsh spank on your slightly sore ass.

You muffle a loud whimper, burying your face in your arm as you try to keep your noises down in hopes of getting to hear the sinful moans of your Daddy; however, Kuroo is quick to notice your little plan.

"You're really trying it tonight, huh, you fucking cumslut? You better start moaning or I'm about to get really, really mad and believe me, you do not want that", Kuroo scolds you, his hand leaving your ass and wrapping around the one buried between your legs before he starts helping you thrust your fingers into your wet pussy.

Kuroo watches the way you clench around your digits with his lips parted in pleasure and arousal tingling at the bottom of his spine and if it wasn't for the punishment he has in mind, he would have fucked your pretty pussy.

Your loud moans, high pitched whimpers and desperate whines start filling the small space of his expensive car, making it even harder for him to stay collected and as he slowly observes the way your thighs slowly start shaking, he pulls your hand away from your drenched cunt with a deep grunt.

"Let's go over the rules really quick, kitty", Kuroo sighs and pulls you to stand on your knees, making sure you don't hit your head  before he pushes you against the back of the passenger seat.

Your head is spinning at an inhumane space and you don’t even know if you can form proper sentences especially at the feeling of Kuroo’'s hot tip prodging at your entrance. However the slap against your sensitive pussy manages to pull you back to reality rather in an instant.

"Green means good, o-orange stands for okay, slightly uncomfortable and r-red is the signal for you to stop, Daddy", you whisper, burying your face in back of the passenger seat’s head part as Kuroo slowly starts pulling you down onto his lap, making you sick onto his big cock painfully slowly.

"Keep it going, you're not done yet, kitty. Come the fuck on, stop disappointing me like this", he groans and throws his head back, the sudden urge to feel your lips on his and your tongue in his mouth making his mind go absolutely empty.

His words ring in your head, your mind foggy and sight slightly blurry as he finally bottoms out and knocks the breath out of your lungs just like that.

You try to stay focused, knowing and very well aware of his order but the feeling of his pulsing cock inside of your tight pussy, tip right against the entrance of your womb has you going mad crazy.

"One tap, if I can't breathe, a pinch if it hurts and two if I want you to stop", you finally manage to mumble and  the moan that leaves your lips when Kuroo slowly starts pulling out of you at those words – is almost animalistic.

"I'd love to praise you but you did make me wait and you actually have the pleasure to feel my cock even after all that shit, so", Kuroo’s voice is slightly strained, your tight walls gripping his huge cock like a vice and no matter how many times he got to experience this feeling, he knows he’s never going to get used to it.

You start moaning shamelessly, not even able to close your mouth as Kuroo rams himself back into you and then finally picks up a steady rhythm. Your fingers dig into the fabric of the seat, face buried in the headrest as you let him use you like a doll.

You love the way Kuroo’s grunts grow louder, his thrusts more impatient and the grip in your hips painfully tight; you love the fact that he is enjoying this as much as you were.

But then, out of nowhere, you realize how quiet he has been ever since he has started fucking you.

Dirty talk is something Kuroo has alway been really into, the lewd words falling past his lips so easily and managing to rile you up every time, that you haven’t even noticed how much you miss it.

"D-Daddy", you moan and gulp harshly, your hand reaching behind you to wrap your fingers around his, "t-talk to me, please", you ask softly and spare a quick glance at your lover; his astonishing beauty sending jolts of warmth through your chest.

Kuroo tsks, a loud scoff leaving his lips before he rolls his eyes and keeps thrusting into you. He is absolutely obsessed with the way your cunt spasmed around his cock, the sight of his huge length disappearing inside of your tight hole edging him more and more.

"P-Please, Daddy", tears flood your eyes rather quickly, the pleasure making you incredibly emotional and the tight feeling in your chest looking for relief as you softly sob into your arm, "I need you to talk to me, please; I'm sorry for acting like a whore", you cry and throw your head back, a choked out sob-moan leaving your throat and even though Kuroo does enjoy the way you are literally falling apart on his cock, he hates seeing you cry like that.

"P-Please call me your pretty girl and t-tell me how much you – fuck – love my cunt, please", you beg shameslessly, the tears streaming down your cheeks and leaving hot trails behind and despite the guilt inside your chest, you slowly start coming closer to your relief; the taste of your upcoming high coating your tongue in the sweetest way possible.

"Ssh, baby", Kuroo finally lets go of his hard mask, his chest tightening with every one of your soft cries and even though he knew he'd break at some point, he still had hoped to keep it up a little longer than usual, "it's okay pretty girl, I got you. I'm here, kitten", he whispers and as his soft voice fills your ears, a loud sob leaves you, followed by a tiny moan when his fingers start drawing circles into your neglected clit.

"Come on, angel, I want you to cum", he places a soft kiss on the back of your hand before he starts thrusting into you even harder, "show me who this sweet cunt belongs to", your lover's oddly assuring words are the last straw and without another second passing by, you let go and feel the coil in your core snap; shoving you head first into your high.

Several waves of pleasure hit you, your orgasm literally ruining you to a point where you struggle to take proper breaths.

Kuroo helps you ride out your high by slowing down the movements of his hands and hips, his breath getting stuck in his throat as he tries to handle your constant clenching.

"Cum inside of me, Daddy", you whisper, exhaustion dripping from every single one of your words yet you still let out soft little whimpers to encourage your pretty faced boyfriend, "want you to fuck your baby into my belly", you add quickly and the way literal innocence is coating your voice is what throws Kuroo over the edge.

Your cunt continues to spasm around him, making sure he cums as hard as you did and then, after his whole body halts its movements, he cums inside of you; painting your warm walls in several shades of white.

Kuroo quickly pulls out of you, the loss of contact and sudden feeling of emptiness has you whimpering slowly but you instantly go silent when he pulls you into his arms, pushing your face into the sweaty crook of his neck before he slowly starts caressing your naked thighs and massages your scalp.

A couple of minutes pass by, the exhaustion overcoming the two of you and when Kuroo notices the way your lips grow heavier by the minute, he presses his lips against yours and pulls you into a passionate kiss. A lazy clash of teeth, your tongue slowly entering his mouth and of course he is quick to swallow your spit, making you whimper into his mouth.

"Please don't ever do that again, my love", he whispers against your parted lips, his thumb grazing your cheeks and then your neck, "if you want me to be hard on you, there's no need to flirt with other guys, you just have to tell me, okay? You know I will do anything to make you happy", he mumbles and you quickly reply with a soft hum of approval.

"I love you, Daddy", you sigh, burying your face in his chest as your lips stretch into a big smile when you hear him mumble, "I love you, too, pretty girl."

[quarantined-with-bucky]

I Was Good To You

Bucky x Reader

Words: ~ 4,000 (lol sorry)

Summary: You were good to Bucky

Warnings: Angst

A/N: I really love the song “you were good to me” by Jeremy Zucker and Chelsea Cutler (actually they have a lot of good songs, together and separately). But I felt like this song needs to be read from the opposite perspective literally every time I hear it, hence this fic. It’s a little different than what I have written so far, so I hope you still enjoy it! I put some of the original lyrics in the fic as quote-block format; it’s mostly in the reader’s POV and I’m sorry in advance for having to do Bucky like this – it just fits the song.

...

It was a fairly new relationship. And while you and he were both equally cautious about taking said new relationship too fast, it couldn’t be helped that the two of you were inseparable. From the day you met, he had been invested in you – your life. He claims it was because he was frozen for so long; because he didn’t know how to live “normally” in the twenty-first century. He went from World War II to Hydra to today. While that made perfect sense to you, a part of you always wondered if it was something more. Sure, Bucky had never had the chance to (and likely will never the chance to) live mundanely. He won’t ever work a 9 to 5 job, he won’t spend nights cooking and washing dishes, he won’t be doing lawn maintenance, working on a dingey car, or grocery shopping (and then forgetting your grocery list at home). You thought that he may have attached himself so quickly to you so he could partly experience the normalcy of civilian life. Not that you were complaining.

He often spent nights at your house, sleeping in your too-small bed, sitting on your countertop, and lounging on your loveseat. Waking up next to him was heaven. If you weren’t securely wrapped in his arms, head laying on his bulky torso, then he was using your chest as a pillow, the weight of him almost making it impossible to breathe. But that extra weight was calming; he may have even been the weighted blanket that has been sitting in your Amazon cart for well over four months. You’d wake up from an uninterrupted night of bliss, fingers running through his long hair, Bucky refusing to get up until you promised pancakes.

But then, three months into it, he left. Its not like he had a choice, you reminded yourself, its his job. And you were well aware of it – he made you aware of it. He told you he would be gone for three weeks. And that’s fine; you could spare less than a month of your life for the good of the rest of the world? It felt almost selfish to think that way. He wasn’t yours; he had to save the world, he belonged to the world – to himself.

So, you tried to keep yourself busy to distract yourself. But there really wasn’t much to do; hobbies you once enjoyed felt exhaustive and boring. The issue is you used to do everything with him: eat, work, eat, shower, sleep. Now it’s eat alone, work alone, eat alone, shower alone, sleep alone; each task a glaring reminder how desolate it was.

Floating, but I feel like I’m dying

Your routine felt like nothing – it just felt empty, the way that it lacked conversation, playfulness, fun, it lacked him. Nothing, in fact, felt real. You walked around the neighborhood and it felt like a fever dream, like you were gliding along the sidewalks. Not a single thought roamed through your mind, just the absence of what used to be. The days always went by painstakingly slow, but every Friday night you wondered how the week had gone by so quickly.

Your friends invited you out on the weekend, and while you mostly said no, they made sure to drag you out a couple times. The company was honestly welcome, it just felt like an empty effort to get dressed up and go to the bar when you really would rather be there (or home – in bed) with someone else. But by the time your friends got you in a routine to go out, Bucky came back home to you.

Months went by while the two of you were attached at the hip, smiles never leaving either of your mouths.

You woke up one morning to a heavy figure sprawled across half of your naked body. Yawning and trying your best to inhale a breath with his chest laying directly on top of yours, you flexed your arms and legs straight out, cracking a few joints that had been overused just a few hours ago. Bucky’s eyes popped open, his blue iris’s peering into your own. He rubbed an eye-booger away with the palm of his hand and started off the morning with “I have to leave tonight.”

You were confused and you knew he could read it on your face. “No good morning?” You joked haphazardly, trying your best not to blurt out every thought racing across your mind at that moment – the main one being what the fuck?

“’M sorry, baby,” he mumbled, still half asleep, pushing his face into the corner of your neck, planting a wet kiss to your shoulder, then your collarbone, then your jaw.

“How long do you think you’ll be gone for?” Your fingers traced up and down his back, nicking on the scratches you left last night; nearly healed but you knew they were there.

He hummed and lifted his head to press a kiss to your lips. “Couple weeks.” Another kiss. “I’m not sure.” That being said, you didn’t bring it up again. It was better to spend the day binging pancakes and watching movies in bed than discussing it any further.

I know it’s easier to run

After everything I’ve done

It was finally time for him to leave. After all your distraction kisses didn’t work. As soon as the clock hit 8:00 pm, he stood, despite you feigning sleep beside him. He leaned over you on the bed and held a head to your cheek, then pushed the hair from your face. You opened your eyes, holding his hand in yours. He stood there for a moment that felt like an eternity, just watching each other with sad eyes. “I wish I could stay,” he murmured.

You nodded, unable to find your voice. As he straightened back up, you stood next to him, pulling a shirt on and following him to the door. After opening the door, he cupped your face with both his hands and pulled you close to him. “See you soon, okay, doll?” If this was his best reassurance tactic, it wasn’t very good. You met his mouth in an open-mouthed kiss, tongues swiping over each other, exchanging the words you couldn’t find earlier. Slowly, he kissed you back, releasing a long breath as he pulled away.

And then you did it.

“I love you.”

And then you regretted it.

He stared back at you, eyes scanning over the whole of your face: faltering smile, eyebrows drawn together, eyes suddenly glazed with worry.

“Goodbye, (Y/N).”

He turned and shut the door without looking back or saying another word. He really left. He really ran away.

Tears welled up into your eyes. Like that morning, the only thought you could process: what the fuck? albeit, this time, it was a little angrier than before. What did that mean? You immediately assumed he was done with you. But the more you laid on your bed, sobbing your eyes out into your pillow, the more that didn’t make sense. There’s no way he wanted to breakup with you – he was so happy before he left. Maybe he just didn’t love you? Maybe he loved you but he just wasn’t ready to say it? And honestly, knowing Bucky, it was most likely the last option. He enjoyed spending every waking moment with you doing the most absolute boring tasks; you don’t just suffer like that if you don’t love that person.

Then again, despite agreeing to take this relationship slow, he surely did not have a problem basically moving into your house and sleeping with you (which you would’ve assumed to be a much greater step than saying “I love you,” considering he was from 1917 where usually the order is reversed).

All that worrying seemed to be in vain. He returned to you no later than 13 days after.

You pulled open to your front door only to find a sheepish-looking Bucky on the other side. His hands were tucked into his pockets, shoulders shrugged unusually high as he stared directly at the ground. But as soon as that door swung open and he saw you standing bewildered on the other side, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you off the ground against his chest. He hummed softly into your collarbone, “I missed you.”

And suddenly your heart began beating out of your chest. You hands found his hair and you gently untangled the knots, while you shut your eyes and breathed in his earthy scent. So, you’d been right: Bucky was just weird. You didn’t want to relive that scene from two weeks ago, instead opting to relax in his arms. “I missed you, too.”

Growing, but I’m just growing tired

Now I’m worried for my soul

And I’m still scared of growing old

As time went on, him leaving became more frequent. You couldn’t help the fact that they were getting a lot of new leads. Honestly, you couldn’t be more grateful to have Bucky. Not only is he the light of your life, but invariantly the same for everyone else in the world. His job was to protect people and you couldn’t imagine the world if he wasn’t off doing what he did so well. But they became more frequent and longer. Lately, it had felt like the two of you had spent more time apart than together.

Laying on the couch, his cheek resting atop of your chest, his torso and hips nestled between your legs, you broke the calm silence. “So next Friday’s my birthday,” you mumbled.

He chuckles in response, tilting his head up to meet your gaze. “Is this your way of reminding me to get you a gift? Because don’t worry, doll, I already got you something.” He winked and set his cheek back to his original position, softly shutting his eyes as you curled a lock of his hair around your finger.

“No,” you giggle back, rolling your eyes to yourself. “I want to take a trip. I think we should get away for the weekend.” You released the strand of hair, instead running your hand over the back of his neck. “What do you think?”

He sits up immediately, no disregard for your hands, and shakes his head. “(Y/N), you know that I can’t. What if they need me and I’m not here?”

You bite your lip, quickly searching for something to say. And what you blurt out actually happens to be the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. “Aren’t there like a million Avengers? I think you can take one weekend off.”

Now he rolls his eyes and scoffs. “(Y/N), you can’t be serious. You know it doesn’t work like that.” And at this point, you’re not sure if he’s talking about the Avengers not working like that or if your relationship doesn’t work like that – after all, he still never said “I love you” back. Not when he came home that time, not when he left for the next mission, not for your one-year anniversary, and not after the fact he realized that date occurred while he was away on work.

“I know, but – ”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupts, his tone harsh. “But no.” The way his jaw sets and eyes narrow at you doesn’t make you think he’s very sorry.

Staring back at him, you nod, getting up from the couch before he can see the tears well up in your eyes (for the record, he saw them). “I’m tired, Buck. Goodnight.” And with that, you scurried off to your bedroom. You locked the door and fell onto the bed, silently letting the tears fall down your cheeks. You buried your face into your pillow, throwing his against the wall, the smell of your bed – that smelled like him – pissing you off beyond belief.

Was this going to be your life? Constantly leaving, never saying “I love you” when everything he does clearly shows that he’s in love with you. There as a point in your life when you thought men were confusing. But, damn, James Barnes is a whole new story.

He clearly got the message that he’d be sleeping on the couch that night. He didn’t disturb you for the rest of the night – he didn’t even try. Could he hear you sobbing in your room? You could only assume yes. But that clearly didn’t make a difference to him.

But that’s okay. You’ve learned how to console yourself, how to calm yourself down during a panic attack, how to make the tears stop on your own.

That would become your reality. Would that be your future? Bucky talked about the future – quite a lot, actually, especially for being the one who won’t say “I love you.” He wanted to settle down, he wanted the future that was taken away from him years ago: to eventually settle down, raise little babies, grow old with you. He surely liked to talk about it, but never show it. There had to be some way he could ask Steve to take a weekend off. If he was reluctant to do it now, would he ever? Or would you just live in the shadows of his life, tying down the house alone, raising babies alone, growing old alone.

The next morning, you woke up to Bucky next to you in bed. He stroked your hair until you opened your eyes (that you could only assumed were swollen and red). He had apologized for the night before, pleaded for you to understand, and even gave you your birthday gift early. While you decided to forgive him, for the sake of the universe, you still couldn’t bury the hatchet completely. You weren’t going to show it, but what you were thinking about was important, and dammit you were justified in asking yourself those questions. (Even more justified to ask him those questions, but it was just never the right time).

And I’m so used to letting go

But I don’t want to be alone

One day, months later, your grandfather had passed away. It came as quite a shock, and it took you a few hours to even process the fact that he was gone. You’d been through countless calls with other family members and friends checking in on you. And while everyone meant well, every call resulted with you in a rush to hang-up, falling into a fit of sobs as you ended each call.

He had basically raised you since you were born and the fact that he had been ripped away from you so suddenly had burned you even more. Despite how sad you were, however, you had to be glad that you were able to fall apart in Bucky’s arms. Holding you tightly, reassuring you yet never telling you you’re overreacting. As someone who had been around loss his whole life, he definitely understood and thought it best to let you express your feelings earnestly.

That’s why, when Steve Rogers called his phone later that night, you couldn’t help but express your feelings very earnestly.

“Bucky, no, you’re not going.” You were sitting up in bed, in the middle of the night, darkness swallowing the room as Bucky stood to dress, not even bothering to turn on the lamp beside him.

“(Y/N), I have to. Please, don’t make this hard, baby.” His hand reached out to touch your cheek if only for a moment before he continued to dress and gather his things.

Tears fell down your cheeks freely, your voice coming out cracked as you begged him once more. It might have been pitiful, from his eyes, you’d assume. You were only one step away from looking like a sobbing toddler making grabby hands at her favorite toy. “Please, Bucky. You can’t leave me alone right now.” A sob rips through your throat and you nearly scream. “I’m always alone. I don’t want to be alone right now.”

You’d done the research: there were at least 12 Avengers nowadays. You didn’t know who was in what galaxy, but you were positive that one of them could take his place. Its not like he even really had superpowers. He was basically an enhanced man – plus they already had one of those? Surely, he could be spared this time around.

He shakes his head but sits down to pull you in his arms. “Baby, please. You can’t do this to me.”

And it takes everything in your whole being to not scoff. Do this to him? What exactly are you doing to him? Oh, just something he does to you on the weekly basis. You swallow your tears and shove him away. You don’t know what made you pull a complete 180, but it did finally feel good to get some things off your chest that had been plaguing your mind recently. “You always leave. I’m used to it.”

He opens his mouth to speak. Nothing comes out. He watches you pull the covers over yourself and turn away from him. He closes his mouth and leaves the room.

God only knows where our fears go

Hearts I’ve broke, now my tears flow

You’ll see that I’m sorry

Cause you were good to me

It was the post-mission jitters. The remnants of the adrenaline from earlier that day still coursed through his veins as he paced back and forth around the jet, eagerly anticipating his return to you.

“What’s up yours?” Sam asks, eyes narrowed at Bucky, clearly in confusion but also in annoyance.

Bucky stops in his tracks, eyes wide, feeling as though he had been invisible for the whole plane ride. He shrugs, and as Sam raises an eyebrow, he offers an explanation: “I’ve gotta see (Y/N).”

A grin breaks out on Sam’s face. He falls back in his chair, throws a hand over his heart and pretends to faint. “Oh, you have to see your lover. I’m Bucky, I’m so in love,” he mimics in a high-pitched voice.

Where Bucky normally would threaten to beat Sam to within an inch of his life, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. He stood, staring at Sam’s hideous imitation of himself – he swears his heart stopped beating. “Yes, exactly.”

Sam chokes and stutters a “what?” before Steve interrupts them from the cockpit.

“We’re landing, guys. Buck, grab a seat.” So, Bucky does exactly what he’s told, plopping himself into the seat across from Sam, ignoring all the questions and comments from the man across from him.

God, he mentally kicks himself. It’s been almost two years. Two years you let him treat you like that. Now, while Bucky doesn’t think he’s done anything outwardly wrong and had obviously never purposely tried to hurt you, maybe he could’ve been a little better regarding work. Maybe he could’ve taken that weekend off with you.

You really consumed his whole life. His thoughts were constantly about you (mostly sweet and innocent, sometimes dirty), he constantly wanted to be by you, talking, laughing, touching.

He made up his mind before the plane even lands. The last mission is over, and new – personal – one begins.

He leaves the complex, stopping by the florist to buy the biggest bouquet of roses he can get his hands on. A grin is itching at his mouth as he anticipates your reaction during the rest of his drive. His heart is racing – in a good way. In a way he hasn’t felt in, well, forever. His confidence is at an all-time high as he’s never felt surer of himself in his life.

He’s already planned it out. You’ll open the door and he’ll scoop you up in his arms, hand you the flowers, and finally say “I love you.” He doesn’t know what took him so long anyway.

And now I’m closing every door

Cause I’m sick of wanting more

You know he didn’t get to decide when he left and for how long he’d be gone.

But he did get to decide his priorities. And honestly, you weren’t even sure if you were one of them anymore.

You were torn because you know how much his work means to him. Not only was it his calling, but it was something he thought was important to use his good work as a means to make up for all the bad things he’s done in the past. And while you’ve told him multiple times that that’s definitely not how it works, nothing will change his logic. So, you’ve stood by him; if it was important to him, it was important to you. Of course, you wanted to see your boyfriend exceed, feel fulfilled.

Now, you were just tired of seeing Bucky like that when it cost you everything. He was your everything. You had a job, yes, a home, a family. But the one person you were supposed to be with – actually be with – didn’t value you the same as his job. And thinking that to yourself just has to be the worst, most necessary wake-up call you need.

That was all you needed. You sat at your desk with a pen and a piece of paper. You couldn’t even think of an opening line for about two hours. Sitting there, chewing the inside of your cheek, you wrote countless paragraphs, scrapping some, keeping others, adjusting sentences, trying not to sound too mean – then having to start over because your teardrops fell onto the paper and smudged the ink.

All in all, it took you two days to write him the note – note turned letter. You folded it in three, left it on his pillow. As you placed it down, you broke out in tears. Falling to your knees, you shoved your face into the mattress, wailing into the sheets one last time. It remarkably still smelled of Bucky’s soap; probably just god handing you one more gut-wrenching blow.

You’d spent the night on the couch, unable to bear the sight of that letter or the smell of those blankets. The next morning, you tried to keep your head as clear as possible. No breakfast (no more pancakes with Bucky), no music (no reminders of your song), no phone (no messages from Bucky). It was time to leave. Time to leave this house, this life, this relationship. You’d quickly shoved a few bags full of clothes and necessities and threw them in the back of your car, not looking back. Just like he did after you’d told him you loved him.

Swear I’m different than before

I won’t hurt you anymore

Cause you were good to me

He practically skips up the steps. Knocking first, he rocks up and down on his tip-toes unable to contain his excitement anymore. Not getting an immediate response, he knocks again.

It would make sense that you weren’t home if it was work hours, but it was 7:00 pm. Bucky was thrown-off; you’d be at home eating dinner right now. Chalking it off to maybe you were in the bathtub, he digs around in his pocket for the key. Pushing the door open, he cautiously looks around the kitchen, then the dining room and living room, unable to find you. The bathroom was empty, and you hadn’t responded to him calling your name, echoing throughout the house.

He pulled out his phone while carefully kicking the bedroom door open with his foot. Straight to voicemail. Voicemailbox full. He tosses the roses beside him on the bed and sits on the edge, nearly ready to go searching again before a piece of paper catches his eye.

His heart drops.

It sinks.

There’s not a time in his whole one-hundred-year existence that he’d felt this much anticipation and fear.

He grabs the letter with shaking hands, carefully unfolding it and his eyes are fixated on the date you’d scribbled at the top of the page. Two months ago.

[caprina-mints]

The Creepypasta Turning Into Kids for 1 Week and Their S/O has to Take Care of them:

Ask me if you want a Part 2 :3

Toby :

◈ Lots of cuddles and smooches from you

◈High Key loves to be carried by you and wrapping his arms around your neck.

◈ Will Cry and have terrible Panic attacks when you put him down and leave.

◈ " Toby what's wrong sweetie? I just went to the bathroom"

◈ " Y-you l-l-left M-me! D-Don't l-leave p-please I I-I L-love Y-ou"

◈ Your heart going so soft for this sweetheart that you scoop Toby up and give Toby soothing hugs .

◈a lot of pecks and small kisses landing on his cheeks.

◈This Little Toby is always hungry so he asks you to make his favorite food all the time.

◈ He watches you cook while sitting on his stool in adoration.

◈ Starts yelling I Love You for no reason and startles you everytime.

◈ Constantly asking you to give him a kiss.

◈ Bath time was His Favorite time of the day because you two bathe together.

◈ He likes to wash your hair for you and secretly uses your shampoo so you two will smell the same.

◈ You Two always hang out in the living room and he always falls asleep every time while laying on your tummy.

◈ One Time when you two fell asleep on the couch he suddenly turned back to normal and when you woke up you found a very naked Toby wrapping his arms around your waist.

Jeff the Killer :

✧ " Noo! Y/n! I'm a fucking Kid! My Dick is so small! "

✧You had to Comfort Jeff Because the poor smile child was traumatized by what he had become.

✧ " How the fuck am I supposed to make people go to sleep when I'm this tiny!? "

✧It consist of him being a brat and complaining all the time.

✧He still acts the same unlike Toby. But took advantage of his current form to boss you around.

✧So you got back at him by forcing him to wear a fairy costume given by Sally.

✧Revenge had never been this sweet.... Until he started crying.

✧Wtf he actually cried so now you're carrying him around while slowly cradling him and giving him soft kisses on his forehead.

✧He took advantage of it again and he was groping your boobs while sobbing and acting pitiful.

✧You let him have his way but you immediately dropped him when he slid his hand inside your shirt.

✧He started crying again and this time you shoved a candy inside his mouth to shut him up.

✧He kept spitting it out but you shove another one every time he did it.

✧" Jeff Put the Knife down! "

✧ You ended up treating him since he cut himself with his knife multiple times.

✧" But I wanna go out! "

✧He was being sulky because you took his knife away and now he won't eat so you had to feed him.

✧ Days later During Bath time where you were supposed to bathe him he suddenly turned back and let's just say he snuck up behind you and the two of you didn't just take a bath inside the bathroom ;3

Kagekao :

✤You didn't know about it for the majority of the days until he suddenly sneaked up on you when you were in your bed and stole a kiss.

✤" Look y/n! I'm a kid now! I can pull even cooler pranks like this! "

✤ He started pulling pranks on everyone and it took you a lot of persuading to stop everyone from burning kagekao.

✤ " kagekao! No wine! "

✤ " But I'm Thiiirsttyyyy! "

✤You were his next Victim and it ended so Bad that you had to ignore him and locked yourself in your room for the whole day.

✤ You Ignored him and he stayed outside your door knocking and saying sorry.

✤ Soon he started banging on your door violently and you were taking none of it so you put on your earphones and listened to music.

✤ You felt bad but what he did made you so angry that you wanted to strangle him even if he was a kid.

✤ You felt really guilty when you woke up and 4 hours had passed but you could still hear him banging outside.

✤ You opened the door and acted tough but once you saw him with his teary and heartbroken expression you melted.

✤ You felt even worst when you saw his tiny clawed hands bruised and bloody from knocking on your door.

✤ When you hosited him up he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck and started crying and saying sorry.

✤ It broke your heart and you started soothing him and telling him it was fine and you were sorry too for being too hard on him.

✤ While treating his bloody hands you couldn't help but start shedding tears at how bad his hands were.

✤ He panicked and thought he did something wrong and started saying sorry again you shushed him with a kiss on the cheeks. You gave his knuckles a kiss after you Bandaged his hands.

✤ It didn't take long for him to turn back and luckily you two were in your room when he turned back. He was asleep and naked at that time and you were awake.

✤ You climbed on top of him and gave him a long kiss even though he was asleep but it didn't take long for him to respond.

✤ " I love you " You muttered after the kiss and he replied immediately and everything was nice until he decided to grab your hips and grind you on 'that' area a devious smile on his face.

Masky :

✵ You were happy when you found out about it because how bad could a child masky be instead of his usual self?.

✵ Oh boy, You have never been so wrong in your entire life. He was as difficult as before and he keeps snapping and bossing you around.

✵ and of course you had the courage to taunt him and tease him because he wasn't big or strong enough to man handle you and fuck you to next week.

✵ You were happy about that fact but little masky was so demanding. If you refuse to carry him he stands on something and jumps on you.

✵ This happened a lot of times and he never stops until you carry him...

✵ Like Jeff he starts groping and getting all touchy with your boobs and you had to rip him away from your chest every time.

✵ He's still the same and keeps giving sarcastic and snarky remarks.

✵ Masky and Hoodie were incharge of grocery shopping but since Masky was too little you had to tag along.

✵ guess what? Masky was still the jealous and possessive man as he was before and demands that you carry him while grocery shopping.

✵ And when a man gets too close to you he starts yelling 'mommy!' Or ' Mommy why do you have AIDS? ' and ' Mommy you were a man before? '

✵ And you were so embarrassed and annoyed with his bitch ass attitude so you shoved him towards hoodie and grabbed the cart so you could do the shopping yourself away from masky.

✵ Everything was going well for you but Masky on the other hand kept squirming and struggling against hoodie's hold. And he even threatened hoodie to let him go.

✵ Hoodie had the chance to let him go but after what masky had done Hoodie was more afraid of what You could do to Masky if you were pushed too hard. So he didn't let go.

✵ And the most unbelievable and surprising thing happened.

✵ Masky Cried , whined and wailed like a baby.

✵ He had Big round tears running down his cheeks and you and Hoodie couldn't even think straight because--

✵ What the fuck he knew how to cry? Like what????.

✵But knowing Masky he was doing that so he could get his way so you ignored him. But he got Hoodie in trouble... Also you.

✵ " Help this man is kidnapping me and my mommy doesn't Care! " He shouted while crying and pointing at you and hoodie

✵ Oh shit you and hoodie are in for some deep trouble because of how bratty masky was. You heard a lot of nasty commented from old aunty gossipers in the crowd that was piling up. And those nasty things were about you being a terrible mom.

✵ Hoodie immediately let go of masky when two guards approached him and he ran towards you hugging your leg and he bit your damn leg.

✵ You winced and held back your voice. You were even interviewed by the guards and how irresponsible you were for being so unaware.

✵ Masky had a smug grin the whole time. Hoodie gave up and waited on the counter while masky rode on the Shopping cart.

✵ He kept nagging and ranting about how he's going to get you back but you were so angry and tired with his bullshit that you didn't even have the energy to talk to him or even look at him.so you just continued shopping.

✵ Masky noticed it and when he bit your arm to look at him he was shocked when you glared at him coldly and just pulled your hand away from him .

✵ He tried so many ways to get you to talk and you didn't. He even tried insulting you but it made it worst and this time you didn't even care about him.

✵ Once you were done shopping hoodie was driving the car and you sat on the back seat while Masky sat on the passenger's seat. You stayed silent for the rest of the ride and didn't let masky in your room that night.

✵ You didn't Talk or look at him for the following day and he threw so many temper tantrums that everyone was begging you to talk to him. But you didn't. He fucking deserves it.

✵ A few days passed and you noticed how dark circles were forming under his eyes and he even stopped eating. And one time in the bathroom when you passed by he was drinking an unhealthy amount of pills in one go.

✵ He Kept throwing temper tantrums but one day he just collapsed and you are now worried to death and blamed yourself.

✵ He just lacked sleep and he wasn't eating and the pills didn't help either that's why he collapsed.

✵ You stayed in his room and when he woke up you felt so bad and your heart was crying when he held a crestfallen expression and started crying while sobbing he managed to say " I'm sorry please don't hate me. Don't leave me... I won't do it again don't hate me please" .

✵ He sounded so heart broken and sincere that you couldn't help but hug him and whisper gentle and loving words until he calmed down. You fed him and made sure he slept properly this time .

✵ While sleeping this idiot shoves his hand in your shirt and starts groping you.

✵ you were asleep when you felt a tickling and wet feeling on your chest and when you woke up it was grown up masky on top of you sucking your... Uhhhh.... *winky face *

✵ " I've been through a lot of shit cause of you... And I need my reward "

✵ You knew you were fucked when you found out that your hands were tied on the headboard.

✵ and for the next week he had to carry you around because your legs were as wobbly as a spaghetti.

Jason The Toy maker :

✿ You honestly didn't get to give a proper reaction when A tiny Jason suddenly came running in and clinging on your leg.

✿ You screamed while yelling ' Get away!' expecting that it was Grinny cat again going for your leg because it happened last time cause Kagekao got catnip all over your leg.

✿ When you looked down you saw a very Dejected and hurt Jason who looked like he could cry any minute now

✿ " You don't... Want Me Y/n?..."

✿ You frowned at his adorable and sad reaction and was about to pick him up when his skin color changed and his arm began to rot and turn black. He gripped on your leg with sharp claws and his hair turned white.

✿ He looked up at you with glowing green eyes and said " You want me to get away from... You?.... Never... You're Mine! " His voice echoed through the mansion making you gulp.

✿ He was still scary and possessive and knowing how he still has his abilities you bent down and hosited him up giving him a kiss on his nose, forehead and cheek.

✿ That calmed him down and his appearance turned back to normal.

✿ He was with you the whole time and when you try to leave expect that a raging child demon entity is already clawing on your very being while chanting how you belong to him.

✿ You did everything together and on bath time he insists that you should use his shampoo and every hygiene products he uses so he could smell his scent on you.... A very weird act of scenting.

✿ He asked for a kiss on the lips every time but you would always say no even if it is dangerous... Hello you felt weird kissing a kid.

✿ But he threw a tantrum and started yelling how you didn't love him and lookie here his creations came alive and he was already one step away from destroying everything in the mansion.

✿ So you quickly gave him a quick small peck on his lips and it was good enough to calm him down.

✿ Laughing Jack mistaken Tiny Jason as yours and Jason's Child.

✿ Tiny Jason didn't mind it but when you try to deny it... He goes beast mode.

✿ After the whole ' almost destroying everything in the mansion ' thing. Slenderman asked you to take Jason out for a walk.

✿ You Took him for a walk and brought him to the Park. You thought it was a good idea

✿.. No it was a terrible Idea. a little boy came up to you and told you , you were pretty.

✿ Jason didn't like that and tackled the kid and was attempting to gut him with his claws.

✿ He was successful in killing the child and you ran away with Jason before anyone could notice.

✿ Once far away you scolded him and how he shouldn't do that to innocent and cute children.

✿ He saw your scolding as an act of defending kids that tried to take you away from him so he ran away from you and back at the mansion.

✿ You followed him behind and he stomped to his room locking himself in.

✿ He didn't come out for almost 3 days and you grew worried.you tried knocking before but it was no use. He kept himself in. Even when you pleaded for him to go out he didn't.

✿ You figured that he may be sulking so you used the only way you knew he'd come out... Make him jealous.

✿ You start off by saying how cute The kids were in the park and how you wanted to bring them home . And you didn't even finish what you were saying...

✿ He was already out his door crying and clinging on your leg. And of course you felt.. Terrible.

✿ You carried him back to his room where it was a complete mess with everything wrecked and destroyed. And when you took a closer look at his face it was obvious that he and been crying a lot. Wow kids are really sensitive...

✿ He started saying how bad you were for trying to leave him and that you never really loved him and it ended with Nobody is going to love me because I'm a monster. that was a critical blow to your heart so you clearly explained to him why you did that.

✿ Luckily he was being cooperative and was being understanding for some reason which slightly creeped you out.

✿ He wanted to make toys so you brought him to his creation room where he keeps everything that should be hidden.

✿ you sat him on his chair and turned your back at him facing the table to prepare his tools but...

✿ You felt two cold hands brush against your sides and it had sharp claws that dug on your skin.. It wasn't the same tiny hands that would usually cling on your leg... It was a hand bigger than yours...

✿ you were pulled against a hard chest and a his lips were nibbling on your ear while his clawed hands ran up and down your sides and squeezing your sides occasionally.

✿ " You really enjoy teasing me my little temptress~ Let's see how you'll like it~"

Eyeless Jack :

❋ You Two were out in the woods when he suddenly shrunk down his clothes piling down.

❋ You were Squealing of how adorable Jack was when his head peeked out to look at you.

❋ " Aww, Jack you're so Tinyyyy! "

❋ " Y/n get me outta here "

❋ You offered to carry him but he was being stubborn and insisted to walk on his own.

❋ he still had his hoody on and he was so adorable when he struggled to walk with his baggy hoody.

❋ He kept stumbling on his Hoody and you couldn't take it anymore. You walked even slower than normal because of him.

❋ So you bent down and carried this tiny growling demon.

❋ He was pouting and he even tried showing his tiny fangs to scare you but you found it adorable.

❋ You couldn't help but rub your cheeks with his .

❋ Tiny Jack is a bit of a Tsundere. When you got home he squirmed to get away from you which upset you greatly.

❋ He didn't mind it when other pastas touched him but he'd turn feral when it was you.

❋ You were a bit offended so you gave him what he wanted. You didn't go near him when he was around.

❋ To your surprise he was trying to get your attention. But you didn't give him the satisfaction to have your attention.

❋ Ben had turned to a child 2 days after and you and Ben happened to be close. So you spent your time playing games with him seated on your lap.

❋ E.J didn't like that and he came to the extent of fighting with Ben trying to Tear him away from you.

❋ " Don't touch her! Stay away from her! "

❋ " Jack! Get away from Him! "

❋ He was upset that you defended Ben instead of Him.

❋ " Waaaah! You don't love me anymore! You Like him! "

❋ You had to carry him to your room because he wouldn't stop crying and his tears were black and gooey so you had to give him a bath.

❋ During bath time he kept sniffling and he had his arms crossed.

❋ You didn't say anything about it so you proceeded to wash and massage his hear, scratching the back of his ears since it would always calm him down.

❋ You knew you won his favor when he started purring like a kitten and pressing further onto your touch.

❋ Once you were done he began to act clingy and wouldn't let you leave him.

❋ He even started growling and baring his fangs at the other Creepypasta males who came near you.

❋ If he had the chance he would scent you rubbing his head on your chest and neck.

❋ He cried one time when you couldn't handle his cuteness and bit his cheeks gently.

❋ You kept doing that for the rest of the week and he'd run away everytime but come running back almost immediately.

❋ You woke up at midnight because you were thirsty and tiny Jack was asleep snuggling close to you. So you had to gently move him away. And you went straight to the kitchen.

❋ You were still drowsy and when you placed the glass on the counter a hand gripped onto your wrist and you were spun around aggressively.

❋ You were faced with an Angry looking Jack, he had turned back and he was shirtless but he wasn't completely naked. He had pants on.

❋ " Why'd You Leave? Did I tell you to? "

❋ Anger was radiating off him and you couldn't bring yourself to answer so you kept silent.

❋ He lifted your chin up with his finger and roughly pressed your lips with his cold ones.

❋ He bit down on your lips making it bleed and when he pulled away he had a smirk on his face.

❋ " It's Payback time~"

❋ The next morning you had hickies and bite marks all over your body and you could barely move without flinching.

Hoodie :

❒ You were happy that Brian wasn't as Demanding and Bossy as The others.

❒ He acted more mature and timid and he refuses to let you do anything for him which you found really lovable.

❒ He was a tiny sweetheart and is contented with just having you beside him.

❒ It was nice having him as a soft tiny bean instead of the usual intimidating , cold and a bit forceful Brian.

❒ But don't be fooled though, He still has his clingy side around and when you try to leave;

❒ He'll Threaten to break your legs when he turns back.

❒ which you didn't expect to hear from his cute plump lips.

❒ He has big chubby adorable cheeks that had you swooning and pinching his cheeks.

❒ You couldn't keep your hands away from him. He was so cute and tiny minus his death threats.

❒ When you two eat he always asks to sit on your lap and have you feed gum which makes you laugh everytime.

❒ He likes it when you play with his hair when he sits on your lap .

❒ This tiny fluffball always buries his face on your chest... Ehem.. Boobs.

❒ He appreciates it if you start complimenting him about being the cutest kid you've ever known.

❒ You two had an argument when he killed a man in the convenience store knocking the mountain of canned goods on him.

❒ Because the man had complimented you on how good your ass looked and he didn't mind dating a woman who had a child.

❒ Brian was so pissed at that and he was still as dangerous as he was before.

❒ He was being so unreasonable during your arguments that you walked off leaving the mansion for a walk.

❒ When you came back and it was already dark you saw Brian sitting on the small flight of stairs on the porch holding a flashlight .

❒ When he saw you he was brought into tears and ran towards you full speed tackling you. Which almost knocked you down on the ground.

❒ This kid is heavy. You scooped him up and started apologizing for walking away and he was still trying while scolding you because he was so worried.

❒ masky came out and explained how he and Toby had to hold him down so he won't go chasing you because it was unsafe for someone his size.

❒ You felt sorry and went is due with them and Brian had his face buried in your chest not moving at all.

❒ He had his tiny hands clutching tightly on your shirt like he was afraid you'll run away again.

❒ You took him to your room where you comforted him and promised to stay by his side for as long as you could and you'll always love him.

❒ he was still on your lap facing you with red glassy eyes making your guilt swallow you.

❒ you cupped his cheeks and gave him butterfly kisses all over his face until he started chuckling.

❒ Once you finished , a puff of smoke appeared on Brian and when the smoke cleared he was no longer tiny.

❒ He was big and naked now and he was still on your lap .

❒ He cornered you with a smirk before tearing your top with ease along with the rest of your clothes.

Doctor Smiley :

♢ You honestly didn't know how to react when you opened the door to his torture chamber and saw a tiny Doctor Smiley dismembering a dead body butt naked.

♢ " Ah y/n darling would you mind looking for some clothes for me? "

♢ You just left and came back minutes after holding bear pajamas given by Trenderman.

♢ He didn't like it but he didn't have a choice.

♢ He cleaned himself and wore the bear pajamas and he looked normal for once.

♢ Even though he acted the same he still had the childish spirit that came with his transformation.

♢ He didn't like it when other people carried him but he loves piggyback rides but there was no way he'd actually say it out loud.

♢ He keeps on asking you random questions and if you liked him better that way.

♢ He was energetic and hyper which you never expected from him. But it's understandable he was a kid after all.

♢ He hated bath time and will only take a bath if you join him.

♢ But he gets really bloody and messy because of his 'job' so you had to take a bath at least 7 to 9 times a day which irritates you very much.

♢ You had it with his job and didn't let him work for the following days because he would always get hurt clearly because his tools are way bigger than he expected and he was tiny.

♢ You always had him around you since he was pretty reckless and would try to sneak away and work with every chance he had.

♢ So you kept him on your lap everytime to keep an eye on him and this tiny smiley got even weirder because he lives to grab your hand and nibble and suck on your finger.

♢ He seemed to do this unconsciously when you two are watching a movie in your room.

♢ He was so cute and harmless it was hard to believe he killed people on daily basis.

♢ You didn't expect that he would turn back so soon.

♢ You felt a pair of cold hands brushing on your thighs and you yelped when you saw an adult smiley spreading your legs and latching his lips on your thighs and he began to travel further...

♢ He began to suck and nip your thighs and you did try pulling back... But resistance was futile. That night you didn't get any sleep.

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Wilbur Whateley Goes Book Shopping

Second Fic of the night!  Sleep is for weakings!  

Everyone’s favorite terrible goat tries to buy a very important book.

Wilbur Whateley was hunched in the corner of the a shop that even to a man of normal stature was cramped and claustrophobic.  He balanced precariously on a stool that threatened to give out under him at any moment (not that he was as heavy as he looked.)

But for once in his life he could ignore the complaints his size brought with them.  His focus was else where, on the frail book that rested in his lap.  The Unabridged Latin Necronomicon.  

He'd raced to page 751 of course.  Only to be incredibly disapointed that the long incantation not only wasn't there.  But neither was any mention of his father.  Instead it was the middle of a lengthy passage singing the praises of the unnnamable one.  (Unnamable his ass.  Hastur wasn’t even hard to pronounce.) 

He would be here all day, reading cover to cover.  Desperately hoping it didn't disintegrate as he leafed through it, as delicate as his large fingers could manage.  At least he could take some comfort that Ackerman couldn't judge his Dee copy.  It may share the teeth marks scribbles and loose pages, but the Dee copy didn't have jam stains on the cover, nor did it have a grocery list from fifty years ago scribbled over a priceless diagram of the interior of a Shining Trapezohedron and explanation of how the angles worked.  

Finding this latest insult to him and his kin Wilbur glared at the little man who still sat his desk, abnormally large eyes staring placidly at Wilbur as he read.  

"More tea son?"  Wilbur grunted something vague and turned his attention away from Elias Ackerman.  

There were other notes too.  Notes that couldn't be from the smiling old man in the hideous paisley smoking jacket.  They made sense.  If Wilbur had more time to care he might have copied them down.

There was a small tap on his shoulder.  And he looked up, eye level with Ackerman, who presented the same tarnished pot which was accompanied by a porcelain cup and saucer which Wilbur knew would look comical in hands.  

Ackerman placed the tea things on a stack of books which swayed dangerously, Wilbur instinctively curled around the Necronomicon, ready to defend it from the inevitable clatter and splash.  

It didn't come.  

just like the stairs hadn't collapsed when he walked up them.  But the whole place, every aspect of it including the wide eyed shop keeper seemed held together only by sheer luck, and any moment some tiny thing would slip out of place taking the whole building cascading out of it.  

He prayed to his father he'd be well out of here by then.  

"They don't like the taste of it."  Ackerman said, gesturing casually at The Necronomicon.

"Dun like the whut?"  Wilbur asked.  Why were all wizards half daft?   "The rats,"  Ackerman continued conspiratorially, leaning in so he was now uncomfortably close to Wilbur's face.  "They don't like what it teaches."  

There was a chittering in walls, or the corners, or the roof.  It echoed this sentiment.   "The rats, dun lak-Whut?" Ackerman straightened up.  "You asked why it was so cheap.  Remember?"   "I asked that two pots 've two hours ago."   "Really.  My time has flown."  Ackerman wandered away, and straightened some shelves of books to absolutely no noticable effect.  

By the fifth pot of tea Wilbur's foot was tapping out a consistant and irritated rythem.  He kept having to clench and un clench his fists. "Where 's et gone." Careful flip of pages. "Shuld be heer."   He'd found it, the right spot. And The Long Incantation, the pages he'd crossed an ocean for.   "Why ain't et."  He was seething, fighting to be calm and quiet, to not hurl this priceless book at this old mans head. The pages had to be stuck together, there was enough damn jam that it could happen.   And then he noticed it.  Chewed almost to the bindings, a few pages worth of scraps.  

The rats.   The rats didn't like the taste of it. It started as a strangled hissing sound, a pain in his chest as Wilbur fought to contain his rage, the lumps under his trench coat writhed.   THE RATS HAD EATEN THE LONG INCANTATION OF YOG SOTHOTH.  

He hurled the book at the space where the rats had been, the noise he'd been making erupting into a wordless bellow, unearthly in it's timbre and echo, loud enough the walls shook as he bolted up right- And collided with a sagging roof beam.  Hard enough that he crumpled to the floor.  A miserable heap.  

Wilbur wasn't a crier.  It was beneath his dignity.  But his eyes had been watering in frustration and the blistering pain in his head was enough to unleash the water works.  

"Ain't fair," he sniffled, an ugly noise that quickly turned into uglier sobs mixed with curses in Aklo and English so heavily accented it may as well have been an alien language.  

An astute listener might pick up on more specific complaints, about trans Atlantic travel, about being kicked out of two hotels, having to navigate a city with too many people, about leaving twin alone, about missing his mom.  Eventually he collected himself enough to stop the blubbering, wiping his face with a sleeve that was filthy enough to do more damage then good.  

There was a tentative tap on his shoulder.   Almost apologetic in it's lightness.  

Wilbur jumped, bristled visibly, looking up to snarl at Ackerman. "Whut the fuck do ye-"   The old man was holding out a hanker-chief that was easily the cleanest thing in the whole building.   "You seemed upset.  Would you like a hug?"   "A...hug?"   Wilbur pronounced the word like he'd never heard it before.  Like a food you haven't tried but are sure you're going to hate. "I dun't need no hugs!"  He scrambled to his feet indignant, towering over the shop keeper. "More tea then?  Tea usually helps with disappointment."  Ackerman was both painfully sincere and painfully blithe.  Wilbur could strangle him.  He could tear this whole place apart.  One or two of the right words and he'd have it up in a satisfying blaze.   "M-mor- DO YEW KNOW WHUT- YEW SET ME UP YEW SCRAWNY ADDLEBRAINED IDJIT! SUM FUCKIN- YEW SAID YEW HAD THE BOOK!"  Wilbur began to advance on Ackerman who scooted backwards with alarming ease for someone so frail looking.   Wilbur wasn't so lucky, maybe it was just a misstep, a puddle, loose board, book.  But he'd swear something kicked his legs out from under him. And then Wilbur was flat on his back, staring up at a mildewing ceiling.   Feeling the bubble of rage burst and deflate.   "This place 's a death trap."  He grumbled.   "Only when you carry on like that." Ackerman put in unhelpfully.  "And I did warn you it was in poor condition."   He offered a hand up and Wilbur ignored it.   "It's still yours if you would like it.  Please.  They're so insistent."  There was something desperate in the little man's bright blue eyes.   "Guess I'll find sum use fer it."  He still wanted to strangle Ackerman.  Or at least sock him in the jaw. Not that Wilbur could throw a punch.  

"Thank you Mr. Whateley!" Ackermann chirped and went to pick up the fallen book.  Blowing some dust off the cover, and muttering something to a spot on the floor.  Before presenting it to Wilbur.  "Would you like me to wrap it?" Wilbur looked around the cramped store, and thought of the shoddy news paper he'd brought from home to protect it then decided that was probably the better option.

"No, I've got sumthin' in my valise fer that."  Wilbur snatched the Necronomicon and hastily stashed it away, turning to leave before his day could get worse.

"You don't want to stay and browse?"   "No." Ackerman clearly had no idea how close he'd come to getting murdered, because he looked positively crest fallen.   "Alright, well... write when you get back to Dunwich. Good luck with your research!"   "I will.  Thanks."  Wilbur didn't know what else to say.  He probably wouldn't.   As he descended the creaky steps, even more carefully, clinging to the railing for dear life, head still throbbing Wilbur paused.  Feeling at least a little bad for the scene he'd made. Not bad enough to apologize, just enough to feel like he should say something...nice.   "Uh, Ackerman?" The pale head popped around the door frame atop the stair case.   "Yes." "Happy Solstice."   "Yes, Happy Solstice to you too!"

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The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning: Second Chapter Prologue

It was nighttime, and the waning moon was, for some reason, vividly bright. Mike McGuire was laying in the middle of the ring in their backyard, staring up through the branches. The leaves had yet to sprout, but the buds were set to start opening up anytime. Same could be said for the young plants newly set in the soil near the back porch- a small plot of land freshly tilled up, planted with varying marigolds, daffodils, impatiens, and centered in it all, a rosebush received for Valentine’s. It was nice and neat, every plant perfectly arranged. The same could not be said for the garage.

--------------

It had all began not even a few days ago. A few days ago after losing their beloved tag team championship belts at the biggest show of the year. They had spoken little. They showered, dressed, went to the hotel, slept, got on the plane the next morning. And somewhere over the ocean, John had turned to Mike, and in a rare initiation of conversation…

“Mike.”

John was looking out the window, like he did with every trip, and there was a quiet mesmerization about it. Mike startled a bit. He didn’t usually initiate conversation. Sometimes early on they wouldn’t speak for hours, and when Mike asked why he wasn’t talking to them he simply replied ‘you didn’t say anything.’ Him breaking his ‘speak when spoken to’ habit usually indicated he had something important on his mind, so they’d shifted and given him their full attention. “Yeah, bud?”

“I turned 42 two weeks ago.”

He didn’t sound overtly happy about it. John’s emotional inflection was a subtle, nuanced thing, but by now Mike had become very attuned to picking it out. Still, they offered him a wavery little smile, probably in an attempt to cheer the both of them up. “You shoulda told me that. Woulda made you a cake.”

John shrugged.

“Better stuff to celebrate.”

His hand touched the window briefly.

“Like us.”

He turned to Mike in his chair and spoke low.

“But what I mean is that … maybe I can continue to do this. Maybe my body holds up a little longer. But I’ve come to realization that I don’t want to.” They sat up bolt upright, their head tilting to the side. For a moment they resembled an Irish Setter who just heard a far-off dog whistle and was trying to process what in the world that sound was. “You wanna stop? Like… this minute?” It wasn’t accusatory- more like confirming that the sounds coming out of his mouth were forming words that they were understanding the meaning of.

“Yes.” “You sure?” “Yes.” They sat back in their seat, expression a little dazed, as if showing mild signs of shock. Then they closed their eyes, inhaled, exhaled. Managed a smile, wobbly for a different reason than their previous one, and reached over, giving his wrist a squeeze. “...okay.”

The declaration had caught Mike completely off guard. In a way, they thought, they should’ve seen it coming at some point- he’d made some remarks about the ugliness of the business, beginning to think past it. But they hadn’t thought it would happen so suddenly. It was like driving at 60 MPH and then suddenly slamming on the brakes, the sudden jettisoning into the seatbelt knocking out all your breath and leaving your insides hurting. They went home. He planted his garden, seeming serene and perfectly content. Mike gave Alundra a once-over- they’d had her painted in their absence, the vivid yellow and red flame paintjob traded for an emerald green with orange flame one. The new vanity plates installed- NSFW 1. Something stabbed inside them. The next day. Grocery shopping. Mike going over their particulars. So much had been provided for them that had to be taken into account now. Health insurance- the extended coverage wouldn’t last forever, and though they could easily afford it, plans for two people in their shape wasn’t going to come easily. Something pricked at their eyes. Mike kept staring at their phone. It would ring eventually, they just knew it, a gruff voice on the other end demanding what in the blue hell they thought they were doing, is this what I wasted my time on you for, pulling yourself out of obscurity and stumbling into the perfect partner just to vanish like a fart in the wind? They weren’t sure the old man would say that. But what would they think, when they heard? How would they explain ‘he wanted out and I couldn’t deny him that and I can’t keep going in good fucking conscience without him’? And so on till today. This evening. Just now. Mike found themselves in the garage. They looked around. A small box was on the table- a prototype of a new piece of merch. A snowglobe. Little figurines of them under a dome of glass filled with water. They held their title belts. Shake it, orange and green confetti glitter swirled around. Pieces of fanmail, notes on their Twitter, asked where they’d gone. Some wished them well. Some worried that they were hurt or worse. Some said they felt betrayed. Why couldn’t you have even said goodbye? We believed in you. Quitters. Mike’s grip tightened on the snowglobe, their teeth gritting together hard. ‘It got taken from me and I wasn’t ready, and it fuckin’ sucks. So bad.’ Their own words from a year past slam into their brain and with a roar, they throw the snowglobe down, sending a shatter of broken glass and glitter water splatting over the concrete floor. A t-shirt snatched from a box, the phoenix that’d been emblazoned on their viking flags torn in two with an obnoxious ripping sound, the rest of the box kicked over. Their head whipped around, glaring viciously at the cardboard face of David Scott. Screeching, all but consumed by their fury, they dashed forward, grabbing him by the top of his large, scowling head and tearing the cutout apart. They couldn’t believe their own anger. They felt robbed, cheated, resentful. And all those feelings made Mike feel even worse, because they didn’t want to direct them at John. They couldn’t have kept going if he hadn’t wanted to. They didn’t want to be one more person who knew his desires and chose to ignore them. Mike’s train of thought slowly cooled their anger. All that was left was a giant mess of broken glass, torn t-shirts, dented boxes, ripped up cardboard. Something sick heaved in their chest and they left the garage, numbly trekking through the backyard until they found themselves in the ring.

-------------- So there they were. Maybe they could salvage something. Maybe the fans they hadn’t completely alienated would still want them, for old time’s sake. If they got back into auto repair maybe they could even sell them there as a bonus. Nostalgia was always a hot ticket, and somebody in the future was bound to remember that one tag team that got super hot and then vanished without a trace out of nowhere. Raising an arm, they laid it over the bridge of their nose, shielding their closed eyes from the moonlight as they tried not to sob. Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.

John stood in the doorway of garage backdoor. Behind him was the aftermath of the disturbance that woke him. He had noticed immediately that Mike was gone. He had sat up from the bed and waiting until the noises subside. Quietly, he went to the garage and looked upon what had happened. His emotions ticked up slightly to disappointment that the quiet last few days had been a simmering pot and it had just spilled over. Soft footsteps went across the yard to the source. He stood just outside the ring, keeping his distance for the moment. He cut through the ambience of the night.

“I know you’re angry at me.” There was a long pause. The soft, occasional chirp of an early cricket or two. “‘M not mad at you. I feel shitty that I’m mad at all. S’ fuckin… complicated.” They didn’t move, their speech muted. If their anger was a fire, right now they were the embers that some knowledgeable Eagle Scout had doused with water and stirred up with a stick. Only You Can Prevent Wildfires. “...i didn’t want to not give you this. I feel like I’ve let people down. Myself a little. And then I get mad at myself cuz the alternative is what? Making you run yourself down when you don't want to anymore just to feed my own fuckin’ dream that I should’a grown out of? It… I…” Sniff. “...it just happened so fuckin’ quick. Like slammin’ a book shut ‘fore you read the end.”

John circled around to the wooden steps leading up onto the apron. He put a foot on the first step.

“I thought it would just be the end of a chapter.” Slowly lowering their arm from their face, they scooted themself across the canvas a bit away from the center- not a recoil, but an invitation. Reaching up, they curled their hand around the bottom rope. They knew that. It made them feel even more foolish for exploding the way they had, the silvery light of the moon accentuating the blush standing out on their damp cheeks. “I’m bein’ a fuckin’ dumb baby, aren’t I…”

“No. Not happy that I advertently made a decision for you as well.”

“We’re a package deal. Can’t do it without you. Don’t want to. I know what you said’s right. Our story ain’t over. Just feel like I’ve been thrown violently into the next scene without any time to brace myself. But I’ll get over it. Get over myself, maybe.” Their right arm, the one not gripping onto the rope, reaches out to the side, fingers beckoning a bit. “‘M sorry I broke all that stuff… poor Milscott…”

“It was just that. Stuff.”

He stepped up onto the apron.

“I believed in what we said. All of that talk about hall of fames and being the greatest. It was fun. It lit a fire inside of me. But it made me feel like we were walking down the wrong path. Like we almost did before.”

“Mouthy little shit talks a big game.” There was a dry chuckle at that. All that talk of being the first tag team in the EWC Hall of Fame would likely amount to just that. Talk. It was one of the things that’d jagged at them these past few days, that their ultimate legacy was apparently a foul-mouthed hothead who made big grandiose boasts only to bail without warning. Exhaling, they turned their head toward him, hand still reaching in his direction. “How so? We weren’t bein’ dicks again, were we?”

“No.”

He walked along the the edge of the apron, stopping just before them.

“Don’t think it was that simple. Our words, though? They started to mirror something we swear we’d never be. Started to have some folks nod along that weren’t before.”

It took Mike a moment to puzzle that one out, their mouth pursing, flicking two and fro, nose crinkling a bit. After a few seconds, though, their red-rimmed eyes popped, left hand releasing the rope and going to their mouth with a gasp. “Noooooo. You can’t fuckin’ mean… no. No motherfuckin’ way we were sounding like him. … Were we really?”

“Maybe not exactly. But it made me think. Readjusted a few priorities.”

He had finally stepped through the ropes and entered the ring. He stood over them.

“I would have gone as long as we had those belts. And sure, there were amazing possibilities on the horizon. I love the sport. But I had been wrong in the assumption that it was the only thing I was meant to do. You made me see that.” Mike looked up at him. From this angle he looked impossibly huge, and it made them feel smaller in comparison. Physically anyway. John never made you feel small as a person, and if he did, you probably deserved it. “...maybe I’ve had it backwards this whole time then. I kept seeing things as… I don’t fuckin’ know… a block building. You take out any one part of it- me, you, our home, the business- and everything falls to pieces. I mean I figured we’d stop someday, maybe in a year or two, kinda ease out of it, tell everybody where we were going an’ why. But in all those big fuckin’ pipe dreams I didn’t think about what you thought. I just assumed you wanted the same thing I did when it came to the business an’ that was fuckin’ selfish of me. I’m really sorry.”

He knelt down beside Mike, before finally sitting back, crossing his legs.

“I wanted all of that. But there’s more to us, I believe. I’d be naive to think there isn’t conflict elsewhere in the world but it is less likely than what we were doing. I had remembered what I loved about the business before it was taken all away. But more importantly, I now have something I never had.”

“...VIP customer status at Barnes and Noble?” The cheeky grin that flicked onto Mike’s face wasn’t the wavering, willing-yourself-to-smile expression she’d given him the last couple days. Like a breath of fresh air, it was real. Slowly, they pulled themself up to a sitting position, folding their legs likewise, facing him, reaching for his hands. Without hesitation, John placed his hands into theirs. He smiled in response to Mike’s joke. Sighing softly, Mike ran their thumbs over his knuckles tenderly. Even if they had been mad at him, it wouldn’t have lasted. They could be mad at a lot and hold grudges for ages, but never at him. Something about John was impossible to be angry with- least that’s how Mike saw it. “So… now what?”

John shrugged in response. But in that same moment, he felt an answer come through.

“We stop hiding who we are.”

[vanbwi]

Glass Table Girls pt. 2 - m.

member:  Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok

genre: Smut, Sugardaddy!au

warnings: Nsfw, Mature Content, Vulgar Smut, Prostitution, Drugs use, MxFxM, Vouyerism, Cumplay

↠  words: 3.6k

pt. 1 - pt. 2 

So don’t blame it on me that you didn’t call home, so don’t blame it on me cause you wanted to have fun. 

Gif credit.

The sunlight was blinding and conscious woke you up. Warmth engulfed you. You felt like there was an oven right beside you and your body was sticky with sweat. Your our eyelids were heavy and you groaned in an uncomfortable mess. But you knew that the bed was comfortable, your lower legs were exposed down by the duvet.

 You tried to twist around in the huge bed, but later realizing that arms were heavily draped over you. You immediately tore your eyes open and the light blinded you.

 "Oh- God." You whispered in an utter shock, it wasn't normal that you wake up with someone you didn't know what it was. Stark naked in a Queen-sized bed.

 What happened last night? 

 Little did you remember that you had a fun night at the strip club. Last night was probably the best night in your life. The memories flashed over you, smokes and drinks everywhere. Naked people on top of each other, weird milky liquids in the fancy cocktail glasses.

You choked up at the disgusting sight in your mind. But the person beside you wasn't Namjoon. Neither was it Taehyung or Jungkook. You forgot what happened after that intense fucking session with the three of them. But where were you now? 

 "What have I done?" You voice croaked. Feeling a burning sensation in your throat. Shame washed over you. 

 You felt disgusted and embarrassed inside and outside, how desperate were you for money? You could write another CV, contact nearby grocery stores and beg them to take you in. Work hard for money. Earn it the correct way.

All you wanted now was to call her to your mother, confess to her and tell her that you're sorry. Tell her that her daughter have sinned. At the same time, you knew that you disrespected yourself. You glanced down at your body, there were trails of hickeys and a fading red spot of a hand. Your hair was a mess, the heavy loose curls were sticky and oily. You felt like you haven't showered in months. Everything was completely white in the room.

 As expected, it was much bigger than your whole apartment.Your eyes were burning at the light and your face felt swollen in the morning. You tried searching for your phone, tugging the duvet closer to you. Suddenly you heard a deep groan from under the covers.

 You froze instantly, retreating your arms back and glued yourself down onto bed. You waited quietly and listened to the breathing. The hair behind your back rose up, as someone pulled back the duvet and hogged it to them self.

 You shrieked feeling exposed, covering your bare half with your arms. You didn't dare to look beside you, it could be an old man. A sick pedophile who took advantage of you. The disturbing thoughts nearly made you puke on yourself. 

With your eyes close, you dug under the cover and roamed your hands down the bed. Helplessly trying to find your phone and your clothes. But your hands accidentally touched something weird. The male winced painfully. An annoyed groaned called out. "What the fuck are you doing?"

 "S-sorry!" You apologized, your face getting heated and faced the man. You can't believe that you just touched his morning wood, it was unexpectedly already stiff and hard early in the morning. 

 "Aish- why don't you get to work? Isn't this what you're here for anyway? Just give me a nice morning suck." He mumbled, his voice vibrating. You were obliviously offended by that. It was like a hard slap to your face. No matter how good looking he was, he was really rude and badly mannered.

"Who do you think you are? You can't speak to a woman like that!" He laughed at you, rubbing the rude comment into your face. 

"You're not a woman. You're a whore. This job was the worst decision you've made in your life, other jobs won't accept you anymore. Wherever you go, it will be apart of your background. You won't even get married. You ruined it for yourself." His words were dripping dangerously, filled with venom.

 "I mean, how could a man want someone like you? I wouldn't marry a prostitute. I know I'm the one paying and shit but fucking shit, you must get the facts into your head."

"You aren't stupid right? You're nothing but a cum dumper." 

It wasn't long until a wet tear rolled down your face. You knew it all along but having the stranger confirm it was even more hurtful.

 "Oh my fucking God, now I'm the guilty one. Stop fucking crying." He growled raising his hand as if he was gonna hit you. You whimpered and waited for his hand to collide with your face. There was a long silent, the only thing that could be heard was your sobbing and his shaky breaths.

 "Y/N? I'm sorry." He apologized, how did he even know your name? He touched your bare shoulder, you immediately moved away from his touch. You didn't hesitate to abandon the bed, completely nude without the duvet around you. 

 You ignored his apologizes, collecting all your belongings. You didn't find much but pieces of your underwear, your heels and the money bag. Which was filled with glorious gold jewelry and thousand dollars. It was literally raining cash into the bag.

 "I shouldn't have said that. I'm usually really grumpy in the morning, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." Yoongi said softly, you turned around and saw that he was looking up and down at your bare body.

 "Y/N? I'll make it up to you. We can go shopping for whatever you need, do you like Victoria's Secret? Maybe Yves Saint Laurent? Gucci?" He offered, walking up towards you. Lingering his arms around your waist. 

You leaned your head on his chest, he smelt husky like an expensive cologne. Probably Joe Malone, Blackberry and Bay since you saw the bottle near the bedside table.

He caressed your hair and breathed in your scent. You probably didn’t smell the best since last night was crazy. Yoongi mumbled, “God, You smell like Taehyung...” 

“Wanna take a shower together?”

You couldn’t deny him, you obeyed him completely. He smirked, holding your hand as he lead you towards the bathroom. “I like it when you listen to me like a good girl. Good girls get rewarded you know.” 

Yoongi brushed your hair away from your face and turned on the shower. You couldn’t help but admire his sugary white skin and how good he looked naked. He wasn’t the most muscular guy but he had faint line of abs across down to his abdomen. Your face heated up once you got caught staring down at his beautiful member. 

“I bet you like what you see. Since yesterday, you were practically dry humping me and begging me to take you home.” Yoongi whispered, letting his hands roam over your wet body.��

You wanted to say something against him but you could only let out a tiny gasp once his big hands cupped the flesh of your ass sneakily. You moaned as you felt his hardening member against your lower stomach. 

“Touch me.” Yoongi mumbled against your neck.

You didn’t hesitate to reach your hands down to his stiff cock. Rubbing the head gently with your thumb and brushed his cock against your bare thighs. You peaked up to watch his reaction through the steam. 

Yoongi had his mouth gape slightly open like a kitten. You fastened the speed up a little bit, but only to earn an annoyed groan coming from him. “No, not now.”

He brushed away your hand and locked it above your head, caging you in with the glass wall. His hand reached down to your thighs, spreading them open gently. “You’re so goddamn pretty do you know that?”

“Hmm..” You bit down your lips, holding back a moan once he rubbed his cock against your core. 

“That pussy looks so fucking delicious, I need to have a taste.” Yoongi attacked you with an intense kiss, feeling impatient he didn’t waste his time to use to tongue. Your nose crashed against each other and you could taste him.

However, he pulled away and started to trail his tongue on other places. Licking your body, lower and lower. Passed your navel and you sucked in your breath. He got on his knees and kissed your lower stomach, dangerously close to your core. 

Yoongi spread your thighs wide open, taking a long glance at your glistening pussy. He used his thumb to separate her lower lips and flicked his tongue along the lids. Tasting the arousal coming from you.

“Ah! Yoongi...” You gasped, your chest heaving up and down as you tried to control your breaths. He pressed your back against the cold shower glass. Your hands immediately reached down to grab a flock full of his soft hair. You were already over sensitive, but you wanted him to give you more.

Suddenly there was a booming voice outside the bathroom. Yoongi stopped the water and stepped out of the shower. You clenched your thighs together, the knot hasn’t yet been undone. But you were afraid to ask him for more.

“Here dry yourself clean, I’ll be back.” He winked and threw you his other towel. You chose the time to observe the marble bathroom, the golden faucet and the big mirror. You looked like a mess, a girl who had way too much fun than she’s supposed to.

But once in a lifetime, you felt loved and worthy. You felt beautiful. 

You wrapped the towel around yourself and followed Yoongi’s trail out. You heard a loud fruity voice talking to Yoongi. They were the total opposite. If Yoongi was the midnight moon the other would be the bright midday sun. 

“So I’ve cleared out all the whores. They were literally begging to stay, one of them. I think Junghwa was her name? She gave me her number. You should have seen her jugs.”

“Damn, those breasts. They were like juicy watermelons!” He exclaimed. You saw his back while Yoongi was looking in the closet for clothes. Yoongi noticed you immediately and threw you a big shirt at your direction.

The sunshine turned his head and laid eyes on you. His eyes traveled up and down your body, smirking and nodding to himself. His eyes locked to your legs, probably wishing that the towel wasn’t in the way.

“Damn, man. You couldn’t at least share last night? I didn’t knew that you kept her all by yourself.” 

“You were busy with many girls already.” Yoongi said simply, although he wanted you to himself. 

“The rookie, Y/N. Pleased to meet you, I’m Jung Hoseok.” He ignored Yoongi and walked closer to you. Flashing a bright smile and took his hand out. You placed a palm in his hand and smiled back. He gently kissed your hand, while staring sensually into your eyes.

“Nice to meet you too, Hoseok. Are you a friend of Yoongi’s?” You slightly blushed. 

“Close coworkers.” 

That made you wonder, what are their professions? They must have been very successful.  “Oh, that’s nice. You seem closer than you really are though.” 

“We’re-” 

“That’s enough. Why don’t we go eat breakfast instead?” Yoongi interrupted and placed a hand on your lower back. Gesturing Hoseok to go out. He got it and walked away, but not before taking a last good look at you. 

“Put on your clothes, I think breakfast is already served.” He stared at you, brushed your damp hair behind your ear. He followed closely after Hoseok.

You did as he said and put the comfortable shirt over your head. Which covered the mid thighs, but you still felt really naked since you didn’t wear any underwear beneath. You hesitated once you saw the little opening on the door. But you didn’t have a way to make your route to escape. Wherever you were, you were a thousand feet above the ground. Probably an expensive royal suite in some luxury hotel.

Though this was your chance to take everything you could and leave them behind right? 

“Y/N?” You heard Yoongi called out for you. 

“Y-yes, I’m coming!” You snapped out of your thoughts and marched towards the heavy big door. However, before you could open it, someone already pulled the door open for you. His eternal beauty distracted you from the majestic room. 

He had beautiful soft skin, alluring eyes that seem to be endless. Full plump lips that looked like pillows. Dark hair that are swept over his forehead. He smiled, god that smile. 

“I’m Park Jimin, nice to meet you Y/N. Now once you’re done gawking at me, would you like some breakfast?” Jimin pulled his arms over your shoulders and led you into the big living room. 

You instantly blushed and looked down at your feet as if they were the most interesting in the world. Hoseok and Yoongi were already seated, digging into the food like hungry beasts. The room service was served on the small coffee table made of glass. Omelette, bagels, fruits and pancakes with syrup. “Eat all you want, if they’re not enough we can order more.”

Jimin sat down, noticed that you’re standing stiff so he pulled you down to his lap. He stuffed a small bagel into your mouth, “Eat.” 

You nodded and quickly followed his orders. Feeling his warmth against your body, his arm reached out for the food on the table while his other arm was wrapped around your waist. Securing you on his lap. On top of his glorious thighs. 

Hoseok smirked, sipping on champange early in the morning. Or lunch? You couldn’t even tell the time around here. 

"What time is it?” You asked, your voice soft and low. 

“About 2PM.” Yoongi checked his golden Rolex watch. He didn’t eat much but he drank a lot of Americano. No wonder the sheets smelt like caffeine. His breath smelt like freshly brewed coffee beans. A homecoming smell and warmth. A small curve appeared by the corner of your lips once you thought of him. 

“You can stay if you want.” Yoongi offered. “One more night before we’re leaving to do some business. We can have all the fun you desires.” 

Jimin pushed his hips upwards, digging his subtle erection against you. Whispered into your ears that sent shivers down your spine. “You can stay right?” 

“Y-yeah, sure. I wanna have fun.” You stuttered and shyly smiled. Jimin tucked the hair behind your ear and nibbled gently on your earlobe. A small whimper was heard from you. Hoseok and Yoongi stopped eating instantly. They quietly watched you shifted on Jimin’s lap. 

His mouth quickly traveled down to suck on the skin of your neck. His hand reached under the shirt, cupping your breasts. Making you moan for him. He growled against your neck. “You sound so fucking hot.” 

With one strong arm, he pushed the food tray away from the coffee table. Forced you down on the table against your stomach. Excitement soared down your stomach. Your heart picked up a pace and you rubbed your legs against each other. Getting goosebumps from his touch and the coldness of the table.

“Fuck yeah.” Hoseok grunted. You heard a sound of zippers, unzipping themselves. 

Jimin’s hands pushed the shirt up your back, rubbing his hands softly against your lower cheeks. Slapping them hard, twice. You yelped and gripped the corners of the table. Wincing at the sting. He spread the cheeks and dipped his fingers dipped into your core. 

“Such a plump little pussy. I bet you’re as tight as a virgin.” He rumbled, kissing them softly. Tasting the glistering juice that trailed down your thighs. 

Yoongi groaned. Your eyes peaked up at him touching himself in slow movements. His eyes stared directly down at you. Lust and desperation filled his eyes. Hoseok chuckled and gripped your hair harshly, yanking your head up to face him. Sticking his stiff cock at your face, “Suck me, bitch. Put that little innocent mouth to use.” 

You didn’t hesitate, opened your mouth and swallowed him. Tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked downwards to the end of the base. Your other hand reached for Yoongi’s rock hard member, stroking them up and down slowly. 

“God, you taste so goddamn good. Your little cunt is getting red already.” You heard Jimin slurping, entered two fingers in you. Making scissors movement, spreading the juices all over your walls, you hummed in pleasure. Sending vibrations to Hoseok. He gripped your head even harder, nearly making you choke against his dick.

Suddenly you felt your core stretch out. You felt the head of Jimin’s hard erectic pressed against you. Rubbing and spread the wet substance over his own member. Coating his cock with your juice and his pre-cum. He moaned, throwing his head back as he pushed inside you. Feeling the warmth engulfed him. 

“Oh- g-god. You’re so tight and warm. So fucking wet.” He dug his fingernails onto your thighs. Thrusting in hard and slow. Deeper and harder. Making wet squelching noises and the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed through the room. 

His thick cock stretched you out wide, giving a stinging tingle. His balls hitting your clit every time he fully pounded into you. You felt so full and filled up. 

“Oh my god.” You wailed loudly, trying to move away from the over sensitivity. He rammed into you forcefully and Yoongi held you against Jimin. 

“Come on, you’re a good girl. Take it all.” Yoongi rumbled, caressed your cheeks and brushed the tears away from your eyes. You breathed out heavily. He darkly smirked and clutched your neck tightly. Choking you as he thrust into your throat.

You gagged against him, more tears filled your eyes. Hoseok slumped down against the couch, watching the beautiful view in front of him. Jimin kept sputtering out dirty words, slapping your ass and marked you with his fingernails. Yoongi pulled out of your mouth and gripped your cheeks. “Open up, you little slut.”

You stuck your tongue out, he spitted into your mouth and kissed you hungrily. Teeth and tongue clashed against each other. Jimin bent down and sucked your neck his other hand trailed down to your clit. Pinching it softly and sent you to the edge. You walls clamped around his cock. 

“Holy shit, I’m coming...” He hissed, releasing his cum in you. Filling you up to the brim before slowly pulling out. The white sticky substance trailed down your thighs onto the table. Jimin picked it up with his fingers and brought it to your face.

“Lick it clean, baby girl.” You wrapped your tongue around his fingers. Tasting yourself and the thick salty cum. You ignored the weird feeling and swallowed it. Jimin softly pecked your lips.

Hoseok stood up and walked around to your back, bent down and looked at your abused cunt. He cursed under his breath. “Fuck, Jimin. You really filled her little pussy up. She’s so red already.” 

He softly caressed your cheeks and roughly slapped your pussy lips. “I bet she can take it a little more.” Positioned his swollen dick in your entrance and violently thrust inside. Forcing Jimin’s cum to stay inside but the cum only spurted out. “Fucking fuck... She’s so full of you. 

You wailed, your body trembling and shaking in pleasure. You cried out, “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

“You’re a dirty whore, of course you can take two cocks. We all gonna fill you up and don’t you fucking dare pushing it out.” Hoseok gripped your neck, roughly rammed into you. Only to cum shortly, shooting his big loads inside you. Groaning loudly and pulled his softening member out. He cupped your cunt, trying to keep in all of the cum while he gestured at Yoongi to take his place. 

“Hyung, it’s your turn.”  Yoongi took his place, instantly penetrated into your sore core. Salty tears streamed down your cheeks and your body couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. “You dirty cum dumper. You’re such a good little slut. Taking all of our cum so well.” 

He soon came, filling and stretching you out more. The breathing were calming down but your heart kept racing. Yoongi stayed inside you for a while before carefully pulled out. But the cum came spurting out on the table, trailing down the carpet once he pulled out. 

“You lick that fucking mess up, how about a punishment since you couldn’t keep it all in?” Hoseok said hoarsely, pulling out his leather belt and slapped it against his thighs. 

  Hours passed by, the sun has already set. The city lights below you glittered like stars. Since the stars on the dark sky were beneath your feet. You didn’t know what happened. But once you woke up on the fancy carpet, they were already gone. They left nothing for you to contact them back, you didn’t know where you were.

You felt uncomfortable in your own body, you felt dirty and sticky. Brushed your hands over your face and drank the last drops of bourbon. It was a mess around here. The breakfast they shared with you were scattered all over the carpet. The carpet itself raked of strong bourbon. However, something caught your eyes. On the top of your hand it was covered with white powder. Fear and panic ran down your spine. You breathed heavily, putting on as much clothes as possible. Gathered all your energy so you could take small steps towards the door. You didn’t even want to look into the mirror at yourself anymore. Who could you trust now?

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[avidfanficwriter]

I don’t Multi-fic  (Chapter 2)

Chris pine x reader

Rated: M?

Summary: Many years ago you and Chris were in a relationship prior to him becoming the great Chris Pine, the household name that everyone knew. Sadly, as most couples fall victim; it fell apart but recently in an interview, Chris is asked of surprising information that brings his past back to the future.

      Chapter 2: There will never be an explanation for the things we do while we are intoxicated.  

  2002

The next morning you awoke tangled in Chris’ arms and legs, his naked body clinging to yours. The soft snore--breathing if you asked him-- filled the room, doing little to help your headaches. Your body felt weak, every muscle in your body was sore plus the familiar raw feelings between your legs and your thighs, stung as you tried to move. 

Your hand reached out to the direction of the alarm clock, hitting the empty dresser with a thud. You turn and following the cord with your eyes and see the clock is on the floor. face down. You groan, slowly leaning off the bed to pick up the clock. In big bright red numbers it flashes: 12:20. You sigh, letting the clock fall back down to the floor and close your eyes as you rest your head back on the pillow near Chris. Another breathe drops escapes your lungs as panic sets in. 

“Shit.’ You shout, immediately rising up. You nearly fall off of the bed trying to get out, you were late. Late for your first day of work. Chris groans as you stumble around his apartment trying to find your clothes and other belongings. 

Just as you pull your jeans up your legs, Chris roles over; his hair a mess and his chest peeking out from the sheet. “Oh--What are you doing?” Chris mumbles, barely opening his eyes to look at you. 

“I have to go, I’m late.” You say,  walking over to him, slowly leaning down to kiss him on his forehead. 

He grabs your hand, squeezing it gently. “Don’t go. Be late.” 

“It’s my first day, Chris. I’m going to get fired.” 

“Oh, I’ll support you. Shower you with all the gifts you want.” He pulls your arm closer to him, trying to pull you into the bed with him. 

“Cereal box prizes don’t count.” You say smiling.

Chris groans with frustration, “Come on, we didn’t even get to welcome the morning the correct way.” He smiles, leaning into you, kissing you inappropriately. 

“It’s noon, the morning is long from gone.” You whisper against his lips, “Now I have to go beg for my job.”  You arm slides from his hand, unwillingly. You’d give your first born to stay with him, all day wrapped in the blankets and Chris on top of you. Yet duty called. 

The afternoon you begged for your job, promising that you would never be late again and that it was a honest mistake. There wasn’t a line in the book that you didn’t use to convince them to let you keep your job and by god, it worked. The boss allowed you leeway only after the tears fell and a sob story came out. The job wasn’t a big deal, in fact it wasn’t even a job you wanted but money was something you needed. Acting wasn’t exactly working out either, so lack of funds was fulling your desperation for this job. 

You worked a short shift, a few hours, better than nothing you said. When you got off it was like Chris was a mind reader, he called you the second you walked out of the restaurant. 

“Hey gorgeous.” You say, holding the phone to your ear. A smile forming on your face. 

“How was work?” 

“Stressful, I almost got fired.” 

He sighs. “I told you, I would just take care of you.” You can almost see the smirk that is on his face. 

“I’m an independent woman who is capable of taking care of herself.” You say, shocked. Trying to make your voice sound strong. “Occasionally.” 

He laughs, “Alright, are you free for dinner? I’ve got a hook up with some vegan restaurant.” 

“Vegan?” 

“It’s free food, Y/N.” 

You agree, telling him sternly that there will be no alcohol, there cant be a repeat of last night. It needed to be a simple dinner nothing to crazy that would result in another day of being late. 

2016.

Chris remained on the floor, his mind in shock; his eyes dry from refusing to blink. The papers till firmly crinkled in his hand. He resembled a man overcoming shock, the kind you see EMT’s putting a blanket over and handing a oxygen mask too. In the moment, nothing made sense. Most of all, how the information got out. 

He chuckles, nervously, gently rubbing his chin with his opposite hand. 

“Okay.” He says. Chris stands, stepping on the paperwork, ruining it. His mind is running rampage as he struggles to get his brain to work. He bites his bottom lip as he makes his way to the closet, pulling a box off of a shelf, tossing it on the ground near the pile of papers. 

Chris goes through it adding even more papers to the pile, when he comes across a address book. Immediately he turns to the first letter of her name, his eyes starring at the name he hadn’t thought of in years. The name that up until today, he nearly forget about. His eyes fall to the number. 

Chris brings the book to the living room, grabbing the last bottle of beer, breaking it open as he continues to stare at the number. He looks at his phone resting on the table in front of him. 

How would he approach the situation? What would he say? Better yet what would his excuse be? 

--You remember we got married? I never signed the divorce papers were still married. I was drunk, didn’t sign them? 

---That wouldn’t work, he couldn’t just out of the blue decide to call her up and lie. He wasn’t drunk, it was coffee stain on the paper not alcohol. 

Instead her grabs his cell phone, calling the Los Angeles court house, requesting that a copy of divorce and marriage license be sent to him in his name. They inform him that the paperwork would arrive in three-four days unless he came down in person to receive a copy.

Chris waits until tomorrow to do, he’s far to drunk and still unsure of what’s exactly going on to make his way to the court house and come face to face with the truth. Or better yet, how this would affect his future. He passes out on the couch, his carpet stained with beer and address book resting on his chest. The house lingering with the smell of beer, the divorce papers hauntingly resting on the coffee table. 

2002.

It had been a two months since your first day on the job, it was fairly easy and waitress could be, very rarely did you come across rude customers, more than often you were hit on by them. Some even had the audacity to do so when their wife sat right next to them. 

You had decided to go shopping when Chris had ran into you outside your apartment building, immediately taking the four bags of food out of your hand and carrying them for you. 

“Hey, you.” he says, smiling. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask, pushing your hair behind your shoulder. 

“Came to make sure you were okay, I haven’t heard from you in a few days.” He glances at the building, “God knows, what could happen to you here.”

“Would you stop it.” You say, entering the building. “It’s not that bad.”

“Y/N, you live in a building that looks like it houses nothing but world rejects and junkies.” 

You continue your trek up the stairs as Chris continues ranting, disagreeing with why your living here and as usual complaining about the man in 5C who always left his door open and seemed to enjoy walking around in his dirty boxers. 

Chris walks behind you as you enter you apartment, the same apartment that he disapproved of. It wasn’t in a good area of Los Angeles, nor did the building even look like it was up to code. It looked terrible and the owner looked like he had just done time in jail. You toss the mail on the table, annoyed as Chris gently kisses your head before he puts the bags of groceries on the counter. 

‘Do you pay your bills?” Chris asks, sitting at your kitchen table, 

You chuckle, mockingly at him, getting a can of soda out of the fridge. Chris smiles as he continues to go through the letters, bill after bill. He was shocked by how you were even still living in the apartment with the amount of overdue bills you had gathered. 

“They’re gonna turn off your water.” Chris says, tossing a pink letter in your direction. 

You smile, “They did that last night, actually.” You give him a reassuring smile. 

Chris gives you a shocked expression. “How much money do you need?” 

You sigh, leaning on the counter across from him. “I’m okay. I get paid in a few days.” 

“How are you going to take a shower? Or drink water?” 

You smile at him, proudly “That is why I’m glad my parents live in the same city as me.” 

Chris shakes his head with disappointment as he continues to go through the pile of mail. Meanwhile, you start putting the food away, listening to Chris complain about the bills. 

“Are you being sued?” Chris asks, his tone serious. 

“What?” You ask, confused. Nearly dropping the carton of eggs. 

“There a letter from the court house here for you.” Chris’ voice is full of concern as you put the eggs into the fridge not really allowing the news to affect you. 

“What’s it say?” The sound of paper tearing behind you, does nothing to you until Chris speaks. 

“Who’d you marry?” He asks, jokingly. 

“What?” You shout, turning to face him. You are met with a look of confusion on Chris’ face as he continues to read the letter. 

Chris chuckles, “This says it’s a marriage license enclosed.” As you watch his expression change, the smile disappears from his lips and his jaw drops and his eyes open wide full of shock. He stutters, “We got married?” Chris nearly shouts. 

“What?” You ask, chuckling. You believe he’s joking but as you watch his eyes, the humor goes away. You nearly rip the paper in two as you pull it from his hands. It feels like your breathe has been taken away as you stare at the certificate. A legal document claiming that you and Chris were married. 

You chuckle, confused, believing that this was a prank orchestrated by Chris. “Okay, that’s cute. Har, har. I almost believed you.” You smile, gently tossing the paper back at him. 

“I didn’t--I didn’t do this.” He says, holding the paper back towards you. 

There’s a sense of panic that overcomes both of you, Chris trying desperately to form words but nothing is happening. 

“This doesn’t make any sense.” He finally says, rising to his feet. 

“What the hell happened? You ask, confused. Mimicking his earlier expression. 

“I-I--I don’t know.” Chris shakes his head, his mouth hanging open. “the night of your job, when we went out to to celebrate it. This had to happened then.” 

“We weren’t anywhere near a church, we were at the bar all night... weren’t we?” The night was a blur, nothing from the time you made it to ‘Lakeside bar’ to his place registered. You went for drinks and wound up having sex in his apartment that night, the in between was thought to be a normal night of flirting and drinking. 

Instead, you had gotten drunk and apparently gotten married. 

“We have to go...” Chris says, stumbling. He pulls his keys out of his pocket and heads for the front door. 

“Wait--” You shout, trying to stop him from leaving the apartment. “Where are you going?”

“We are going to the courthouse.” He says, tossing your purse towards you before walking out of the door. “We need to figure out what the hell is going on.” 

You sigh, catching your purse before everything falls out, shoving the letter into the bag and quickly following Chris. He’s like a panicked child, running to his car. 

You and Chris arrive at the courthouse, quickly. Chris nearly running people over in his quest to gather an explanation. Once inside is no different, he crashes into people, dragging you behind him until you reach a empty window where a man dressed in a black button up and dark curly hair sits, in front of a computer behind a shield of glass. 

“We need to know if this is real.” Chris says, loudly. His voice echoing through the room. He slams the piece of paper onto the counter, startling the man.

The man, Steven  according to his name tag pinned to his shirt, smiles. “Sir, we are not in the business of sending out fake marriage license. If the envelope was a sealed and the paperwork resembles” he pushes a small piece of paper out towards Chris from underneath the glass. “this, then I can assure it is legitimate.”

You pull the piece of marriage license out of your purse and everything else that came with, comparing the two papers. Immediately your heart sinks. “Thank you.” You say, wrapping your arm around Chris’ and pulling him away from the window. 

“Can you do me a favor?” You ask, making sure Chris stands behind you. Trying to remain calm and collected in your conversation towards the man where as Chris seemed to loose his professional behavior. 

“Yes?” The man asks, confused. Chris stands at your side, rushing his hand through his hair. 

“Can you tell me where this came from?” 

Steven looks at you, giving you a look of disappointment before pressing keys on her keyboard. The clacks echo in your mind as he types, it’s hard to breathe, to even focus. “Alright, it came from the Love Chapel downtown. That’s where the paperwork was sent.” 

“Thank you.” you smile, Steven quickly writes the address to the building on a piece of paper and hands it to you. 

“Okay, time to go to the love chapel.” You say, smiling at Chris. Chris doesn’t match your expression, instead he shares a look of concern. There’s no room for happiness between you two, only concern and the hunt for the truth. 

You two wait a few hours before heading to the ‘Love chapel’ allowing the emotions between you two to calm down. Neither of you say anything, neither of you touch the other, it’s almost like your scared to.  When he begins driving, the silence continues, making the air thick. Hard to breathe. 

Arriving at the chapel, you notice just how cheap it looks, it was a quickie wedding. The night of the celebration, you two must’ve gotten around town. He puts his hand on curve of your back as you two walk in, the lobby is filled with fake flowers and signs promoting marriage even papers posted on the walls asking for jobs. He taps a bell on the counter a few times, starring at you with fear in his eyes. 

A few seconds later, a man dressed in a white suit with golden crystals lined down the pants with a nude colored t-shirt. He resembled a cheap Elvis impersonator. 

‘Welcome to the love chapel where Cupid is here to--Hey you guys!” The man says, happily. A large smile on appears on his face. “how’s the happy couple?” 

“So we were here a few weeks ago?” 

“Yeah! You two were nuts but i think you two may have been the most in love couple i’ve ever seen. It was an honor to marry you.”

“Yeah--about that Elvis--”

“I’m not Elvis lady, I’m Cupid.” Your expression goes blank as you stare wide eyes at him. His voice rises with frustration.  

“I apologize, Cupid.” You say, wide eyed. “About that night did you happen to--”

“Save your stuff? Yes, of course. I was wondering when you guys were going to come get it. I had to send your marriage license to shipped because you guys took off before i could give it to you. Hold on.”  Cupid smiles, tapping the counter before he disappears into the room behind the counter. 

“Wonderful. My first marriage and I get married by a Elvis who claims to be Cupid dude.”

“Relax.” Chris reassures you, gently squeezing your shoulder. 

“Christopher, they sent me a marriage certificate with our names on it, they aren’t in the business of sending these out like holiday cards. Something serious is going on”  You sigh, annoyed, Running your hand through your hair. “Now if Elvis--”

“Cupid.” Chris corrects you, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

You sigh annoyed, “Elvis, cupid; donkey; the Easter bunny either way it was real.” 

Cupid returns seconds later, holding a large manila folder.  p“Here you guys go.” He says, handing the folder to Chris. 

Chris opens the folder, pulling out a photograph of you two as well as a marriage certificate. “Cute, huh?” Cupid asks, shrugging his shoulders. 

You stare at the picture in shock, trying to remember the events leading up to this. “I didn’t even know they had quickie weddings in L.A., i thought all of those were in Vegas.” 

“It’s the turn of the century, sweetheart. Times are changing.” He smiles, completely proud of himself.  He leans on the counter, his bow sliding down his back only adding to the awkwardness of the situation.

“Is this real?” Chris blurts out.

You can’t help but groan with frustration as you walk away from the counter, leaving Chris to continue his conversation. You feel like running away, like you should just start running, no exact area in site just to escape. when your outside, you sit on a bench nearby, your heart racing and the feeling of nausea still claiming you as a victim. 

Chris joins you shortly after, his hands still in his pockets and he stands in front of you, holding the papers. He tilts his head at you, trying to give you a reassuring smile. “It’s real.” 

You groan again, your hands wrap around your stomach. “My fathers going to kill me.” 

Chris sits next to you, gently placing his hand on your thigh. “it cant be that bad.” 

“Yeah, hey, dad remember that guy that i never told you about, in fact the guy that I've been seeing for a little over six months, well we got very drunk and i married him. How about we celebrate christmas together?” 

He nods his head, “When you put it like that.” 

A long silence takes up the space between you two. 

“So, first marriage?” Chris asks, a smile on his face. You turn to look at him, anger consuming your face as you meet his smile. It’s like the tables have changed and laughter overcomes you two. It’s a fit of laughter at everything that’s happened, the stupidity of the situation. 

“Who suggested Elvis?” You finally ask, wiping the tear forming in your left eye. 

“Cupid.” 

“He’s wearing a bedazzled suit, Chris. Isn’t Cupid suppose to wear a diaper?” 

Chris opens his mouth to speak but instead finds himself laughing again. Swiftly, he puts his arm around you, gently pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. 

“It’s going to be okay.” He whispers ever so gently, near your head. “We’ll figure this out.”

2016.

Chris took the morning to sober out, letting his body relax and the headache subside before he headed to the courthouse, his trip mimicked the vent h shared with Y/N. Paranoia, shock and confusion. He arrives at the courthouse and has to take a moment to convince himself to go in. 

He breathes deeply as he approaches the window, “Hello.” he says, giving a polite wave to the woman behind the glass. 

She smiles, quickly putting a paper into a folder. “Hi--Oh my god, you’re Chris pine. i love you in star trek.” She says loudly. 

Chris nods, “Thank you. I have a question for you.” 

“Anything, how can i help you?

She places her hands on the keyboard, “I need to get copies of a marriage certificate and a divorce certificate for a Christopher Whitelaw Pine and Y/m Y/M/N Y/L/N, please.” 

The expression on the woman's face is shock at first before she quickly clears her throat, smiling and begins typing. It doesn’t take long before she pulls up something. 

“Okay, i have a marriage certificate and a file for divorce but no divorce papers.” she says, her fingers clacking away at the keyboard. “Do you want those copies?” 

“Yes.”

“Alright, please go sit over there and i will call you up when these have finished printing.” 

Chris nods, walking over to a small bench siting with his head in his hands.He flicks his fingers, patting his thighs. he doesn’t know what emotions, he should be feeling, he doesn’t even know how he should feel. He’d spent the majority of his life believing he was a single man, dating women when he was never a free. 

“Mr. Pine?” The woman says, loudly. 

Chris rises to his feet, like a child. He’s quick, nearly running to back to her where she hands him the papers. “This is all we have on file. A marriage certificate filed on June 20th, 2002. Then your wife--” She says not realizing the mistake she’s made until Chris face shows a look discomfort. “Mrs. Y/L/N, filed for divorce on February 9th, 2006. Now i couldn’t find any record of the divorce papers ever being refiled to show you two actually got a divorce, i searched in multiple systems. Is this all that you needed?” 

Chris nods, awestruck. He doesn’t say anything, he looks like he’s frozen in a trance. “Thank you.” he finally says in a low voice, gathering the paperwork and retreating to his car. 

He tosses the paper to the passenger seat, slamming his hand on the steering wheel in a fit of rage. Nothing made sense. It was a mess, divorce papers that were never filed, a marriage that never should have happened and now the world would soon realize his mistake.