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sharkpupsblog · 2 years ago

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😈 Brand New Person ‼️ PART (2/6) Anne’s grief.

A Dark Riders and Dark Rider! Aideen! GN! Reader fanfic!

my app is still messed up so I’m back to posting on the browser 💀 pls help this is so bad . 😭😭😭 also… do u guys want . The angsty ending … or the REALLY angsty ending… 😳😳😳 I have two planned out sadly they r . Both bad but one isn’t as bad as the other 😭!!! This part is from Anne’s pov and this is the first time I have really written anything with her so it might be ooc??? 💔💔💔 also did the grammar by myself again I think I might be getting better? Idk 😭 english is . Hard . Anyways ty guys for u patience!! Enjoy the silly next part and do let me know if u want the bad ending or the really bad ending ❤️😋

Summary: while Anne thinks and grieves a Dark Rider starts trouble. Warnings: writing about d3ath, memories of someone passing, talks of explosion and d3ath caused by it, and mentions of wanting to v0mit.

Anne was growing anxious. The Dark Riders were giving her and her friends more trouble. They had been showing up more than usual all around Jorvik. No place was safe anymore the Dark Riders were wreaking havoc anywhere they could with no care in the world for the hurt they were causing. They weren’t holding back anymore they were more dangerous than before, and this was worrying Anne. The danger of the Dark Riders worried her, but there was another thing that was making her anxious… Rumors. Anne and her friends were hearing rumors of a new rider on Sands team. No one could provide a description of the rider or their horse, so Linda called it a rumor. She said that the Dark Riders were most likely trying to further scare everyone, so they spread a rumor around to do so. Everyone calmed thanks to Linda’s words, and they ignored the rumor. As Anne tried to think about what to do about the Dark Riders the feeling of worry went away. It was replaced by a deep sadness. You occupied her thoughts now… Ever since your death the team was a bit messy. You always knew what to do always helping with plans, and carrying them out. Anne was a bit lost without you. everyone was lost without your plans and the stability you brought to the team. Your loss deeply impacted everyone specially Anne. The woman felt guilty because she never told you just how much you meant to her. She deeply appreciated your plans and the way you helped bring the team back together again you were a good friend, and she never told you. She wished you were here she really needed you here. Guilt slowly took over Anne’s mind. Before it could finish its takeover on the woman’s brain her phone rang. Anne’s phone buzzed and moved across her vanity as a call flashed across the screen. She picked her phone up answering the call it was from Linda. As soon as Anne answered Linda spoke and she sounded scared. All Anne needed to hear to get moving was Goldenhills, forest, fire and Sabine. She told Linda she would be there soon, and she hung up quickly getting ready to leave home and ride to Goldenhills.

Blondie galloped through Silverglade Manor her ears perking up as she heard “hey!” and “watch out!” as she and Concorde ran through the stables. The mare wasn’t sure why her rider was in such a hurry and neither was the foal. She huffed shaking her head as she ran through the vineyard then down the path to the arena. Was her rider late to a competition at the arena? Is that why she wanted to gallop? Blondie neighed as she passed through the riding hall and the arena confused as to where her rider was going in such a hurry. Concorde had no questions she was happy to run. Soon they were in Goldenhills and the mare stopped terrified when she saw the smoke coming from the forest. Concorde was excited she had no fear she was strong and brave she could put the fire out herself! Anne pat the mare trying to comfort her, so she could ride closer to the forest. The thoroughbred refused to go further, so Anne left her at the care of Jasper. The man was not happy about having to play horse sitter, or to let Anne go into the forest he hoped the girl knew what she was doing. Anne also left a very unhappy Concorde behind with Blondie. The foal was ready to be a hero and save the forest, but her owner didn’t allow it, so she was upset. Anne ran the rest of the way to the forest going as fast as she could. She saw her friends gathered near the entrance of the forest they all looked like they were deep in thought. Their horses were further away all gathered together ready to help. “What happened?!” Anne yelled from where she was making everyone look to her. Lisa spoke “Sabine set fire to the forest!” Anne was still a bit far, so Lisa had to yell. “The rangers are on their way here!” Lisa watched as Anne got closer “and we’re trying to find out if Sabine is still in there!” Anne got to where everyone was when Lisa finished her sentence, and she huffed as she tried to catch her breath. Linda caught Anne up on everything that had happened while Anne tried to catch her breath. She told the leader that before the fire got worse, they managed to get all the animals out, and that the plan was to try and find out if Sabine was still in the forest spreading the fire while they waited for the rangers to come put it out. “I don’t think she’s still in there” Alex looked to the forest “I didn’t see her while getting the animals out.” Anne’s brows furrowed as she thought about what to do “spread out” she said looking at the forest with Alex. “We can find out faster if Sabine is still in there by spreading out” the plan was dangerous, but Anne needed this to be done quickly “stay far from the fire.” She looked to everyone, and it was clear the leader was unsure, but her team pushed away any negative feelings they had about the plan, and they went to look for Sabine. Anne went up the path leading to the broken stone bridge. At the bridge she looked over the edge seeing the forest. She was right above it and from her high point she could see the fire was not as big as she thought. Hopefully, it would stay small, so the rangers could put it out quick. The woman also felt bad for Emma all her jumps were in there she hoped they could be salvaged. As Anne continued looking she realized the fire was following the way the course went. It looked as if it were mapping out the jumps, and she wondered if Sabine was out there doing them.

The idea was silly Anne couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her. She then felt bad for laughing at the situation so she cleared her throat feeling awkward. Anne realized another thing, the path was perfectly mapped out as if Sabine had gone through it before, but there was no way she had? As Anne tried to think of an explanation, she saw the rangers come into the forest quickly getting to work on putting out the fire. The woman sighed relieved as she watched the fire be put out, she knew she could relax the forest would be okay and the animals were safe. The leader continued to watch as the fire was put out, and as she watched the forest, she could see blurs of color show through the gaps of the golden leaves in the trees. She narrowed her eyes leaning over the edge a bit to see who was riding through… Was it a ranger? More colors followed the others… Black, red and gold. It did not take long for Anne to worry as she realized Sabine had still been in the forest. She looked like she was leaving, so there was nothing to worry about now the Dark Rider wouldn’t cause any more trouble. As the blurs raced through the forest Anne moved to the other side of the bridge ready to see who Sabine was riding with. The leader waited a few seconds, and she saw the first blur come out from under the bridge. A familiar horse slid to a stop shaking their head. The horse turned and Anne could not remember from where she had seen it before. She couldn’t see the face on the rider due to it being covered by their hair. Sabine came riding out of the forest, and Anne could see her speaking, but could not hear what she was saying. The Dark Rider suddenly tensed, and she started looking around. Her eyes eventually landed on Anne on the bridge. The Soul Rider narrowed her eyes at Sabine ready for a fight should Sabine try to start one. The rider with her looked up to where Sabine was looking, and Anne’s expression went from angry to horrified as she finally saw who the other rider was. The woman huffed she wanted to throw up she covered her mouth stepping away from the edge. She sat down leaning against the other side of the bridge as fear hit her. Her heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as the memories of the day you died came flooding into her mind. She could see the explosion clearly, she felt like she was in the valley again. She could see your body on the ice but… You were here. You were on your horse riding with Sabine this had to be a sick joke the Dark Rider was playing. You were dead she saw your body she saw the explosion. She could not deny what she saw that day she couldn’t tell herself that somehow you had lived. She saw you, she saw that you weren’t breathing, she was at your funeral you were dead, and no one could deny it.

Anne needed to move she needed to tell the others about you and Sabine, but she couldn’t move fear was keeping her seated. She felt as if her bones had been locked in place. Her brain was saying ‘go!’, ‘run!’, and ‘get away!’ but even with all of these thoughts she couldn’t move. She could hear a horse coming her way she managed to glance to where the noise was coming from seeing you riding to her. Anne felt her body release… Her brain screamed ‘GO!’ at her making her quickly get up, and run to the other end of the bridge. Time felt as it had slowed down while Anne was panicking, but now that she was up and running it all rushed back to normal. Her heart continued to try and burst out of her chest adrenaline pushing her to go further. Anne ran faster than she did to get to the forest. She wasn’t sure why she was running from you maybe you were still her friend? As much as she would like to stop, and ask you she also knew you could be an illusion. Stopping could be a death sentence, and her whole body had a bad feeling about you, so she ran only looking forwards. The Soul Rider could see her friends standing on the other side of the forest. She tried to run faster trying to get to her team the leader wished she had Blondie to get to her friends quicker. She could hear neighs behind her, and she came to a quick stop as a horse rushed in front of her. Your horse blocked her from running further, and you glared down at her. Anne didn’t know what to do she was frozen in place again. Her memories took over her again, but only for a few seconds. She gasped coming out of her memories and back to the current moment thanks to something hitting her chest. The woman fell letting out a huff as she landed on her back, she bit her lip holding back a scream of pain. You kicked her and you kicked her hard wanting to make her fall down, or at least get air knocked out of her lungs. The woman managed to prop herself up on her elbows watching as you dismounted, and walked over to her. She tried to breathe, but her chest hurt it did not allow her to take a breath. “It’s nice to see you again Anne” you smiled at her again, balling your hand up into a fist. Your voice was the same there was no way you were an illusion you were really here alive, and standing in front of her. The Soul Rider had so many questions she would have tried to speak to you she would have asked you ‘why are you doing this!? How are you here?!’ but she was stopped by your fist coming right at her.

TY FOR READING! ❤️ I wrote more than I thought for this part 😭 on what I use to write it looks like so little but on tumblr its soooo much.

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burntotears · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Origin Story

Tagged by @bekkachaos 💕

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Popslash RPF - NSYNC

What was first story you ever wrote.

My main ship was Lance/Chris (Trickyfish), so it was most likely one for them. I wrote some Justin/Chris (Timbertrick) and Justin/Lance (Lamblove) too. I was 12 and everything I wrote was basically crack-fic or dark-fic where people were dying and shit. It was awful.

What's a piece of advice you would give your younger fic writing self?

Everything doesn't have to be devastating to be interesting. You can write something with a happy ending and it can still be interesting. But also, keep writing, because you'll get better.

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback)

Back in the Merlin, Legend of the Seeker, Lord of the Rings days I met this one Australian graphic artist who was super sweet and made a TON of stuff for me. She did all the banner work for us in the Merlin Slash Awards (which I ran), made us little banners when we participated in the fun little team contests for Disney, LotS, and LotR AND made me banners for my LiveJournal accounts. Just unbelievably kind and I am so sad that we fell out of touch.

The one amazing thing that really blew me away was the cover art she made me for my first multi-chapter long fic, Unsuitable, for the Merlin fandom. She's soooo talented and I still think about her.

Post a sentence or two from an older fic and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

My first Sterek (and TW) fic, Be the Overflow

“A guy like you? That’s a load of bullshit and you know it. Erica said she had a crush on you for quite a while and you never even noticed her until she turned. For someone who knows what it feels like, Stiles, you sure are a huge fucking hypocrite. There are plenty of people who--” but Derek didn’t finish that sentence. Whatever it was he was about to say, he no longer wanted to say it.

“People who what? Who want to be my friend? Who want to laugh at my jokes but make out with the guy who’s hotter and a lot more mysterious? Someone more like Scott? Yeah, I know all about that, Derek, and I’d rather you didn’t call me a hypocrite before having all the facts, alright? How’s about we all just shut the hell up and stop talking about my non-existent love life because that would be really fucking swell right about now,” Stiles spat with a bit more venom than even he knew he possessed. He looked back down at the pipe and the rope and decided the task definitely needed his undivided attention now.

“You are completely full of it. You’re going to keep blaming other people for the fact that you can’t see the things that are right in front of your own goddamn face, so you know what? You deserve what you get, Stiles.” There was a hardness in Derek’s voice that Stiles couldn’t really place.

The Teen Malex AU, The Answer is Always "Okay."

Michael seemed better when Alex glanced up again. “Guerin… you wanna tell me what the fuck just happened?” Alex held up his wrist to indicate.

“I don’t - I don’t even know how to do that,” Michael said. He was afraid. Terrified, even. Alex couldn’t just see it on his face, though—it was something viscous seeping into his veins from inside Michael. He could feel it.

Alex stood up, moving the short distance across the shed. “Oh-okay, Guerin, you need to start talking. I know you’re freaked out or whatever, but so am I.”

Michael blinked and looked up at Alex as though he just realized he was there. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Rationally, I understand that my wrist is fixed. I get that you did something. So what I’m sorta gonna need you to fill me in on is how the fuck that is.”

Tagging these lovely folks if they would like 💕

@portraitofemmy @haloud @jule1122 @im-the-punk-who @angrycowboy @beautifulcheat @thesquidkid @bydayornight

#fandom #writing #fanfic #nostalgia #merlin #nsync #teen wolf #roswell new mexico #sterek #malex #meme #and our nsync ship names were fucking glorious #trickyfish will go down in infamy #this was fun!

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johnhardinsawyer · 10 months ago

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What We Have to Give

John Sawyer

Bedford Presbyterian Church

4 / 14 / 24 – Third Sunday of Easter

Psalm 19

Luke 24:36-48

Acts 3:1-10

“What We Have to Give”

(More Than Witnesses)

Did you see it? Where were you?

This past week – after Monday’s solar eclipse – millions of conversations across our country were dominated by the questions “Did you see it?” and “Where were you?” Millions of people gathered in lawns and driveways and parking lots and sidewalks and public parks and the tops of buildings and the tops of mountains and donned their special eclipse-viewing glasses and looked to the heavens for a once-in-a-lifetime event. We were in our neighbor’s backyard, looking through his telescope with a special filter on it. It didn’t get completely dark where we were, but the light did get strange, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. It was kind of eerie but also very cool (figuratively and literally). Friends of mine who were able to drive into the “line of totality” posted awe-inspiring photographs of the sun, completely obscured by the moon for a few minutes. Members of our own congregation drove north to Coos County, New Hampshire or some other place in Vermont or Maine to see it.

My Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Richard down in Kentucky actually drove to a place called Monkey’s Eyebrow, Kentucky to watch it. I guess if you’re in a place called Monkey’s Eyebrow, you never know what you might see – maybe even a solar eclipse.

Did you see it? Where were you?

There are some events – natural or human-caused – that are a collective experience, witnessed by people who then go and talk about whether they saw it and where they were. Depending upon how old you are, you might be able to talk about where you were when the Kennedy assassination, or the Challenger explosion, or 9/11, or a natural disaster took place. But this past week’s eclipse was a collective experience that was not violent or disastrous.

It was simply there – in the sky – for millions to see, unable to be construed or spun one way or another in terms of politics or race or economics or religion. Some tried to do this, but I’d like to think of an event of celestial proportions – an ancient dance millennia in the making – to be bigger than the human-made ideas and interpretations that we try to attach to it. It was an equal-opportunity-awe-inspiring event that reminded us all just how small we can be in the big scheme of things.

Did you see it? Where were you? And, if you did see it. . . what now?

The resurrection of Jesus surely inspired a whole group of people to ask, “Did you see?” and “Where were you?” In 1 Corinthians, we are told that the risen Jesus appears to at least five hundred people – a collective “did you see it, where were you” experience. In the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, the resurrection causes awe and fear and joy and hope. In the most ancient version of the Gospel of Mark, just as an example, when the disciples hear that Jesus has been raised from the dead, they “[say] nothing to anyone, for they [are] afraid.” (Mark 16:8)

In today’s reading from Luke, we find the disciples together – holed-up in a room in Jerusalem. By now, they have heard the news of the resurrection from Mary Magdalene and some other women who have seen the empty tomb and conversed with some heavenly messengers, there. They have heard of the empty tomb from Peter, who ran to see it for himself. They have also heard from Cleopas and a friend who have met, and conversed with, and eaten a meal with the risen Jesus at a village called Emmaus. Mary, and Peter, and Cleopas and the others are telling the story of where they were and what they saw. And while they are talking about all of this, suddenly, Jesus himself stands among them and says, “Peace be with you.” (Luke 24:36) I imagine this sudden appearance eliciting a collective gasp. The text tells us that “they were startled, and terrified, and thought they were seeing a ghost.” (24:37) Thankfully, Jesus tries to calm everyone down: “Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? . . . Look at my hands and feet. It’s me. Touch and see me, because a ghost does not have flesh and bones . . . Have you anything to eat?” (24:38-41)[1]

Jesus has some broiled fish – a healthy choice, to be sure. And he begins to speak, in earnest, about everything that has taken place – his words, his actions, his death, and resurrection. As the story goes, Jesus “[opens] their minds to understand the scriptures” (24:45) In the original language, Jesus is “explaining things in a way that makes understanding possible in the eyes, ears, and hearts of those who are listening”[2]

For our purposes this morning, the key part of this story comes next. Because now the disciples – gathered in that room with Jesus – have seen him and heard what he has to say. And Jesus sums it all up for them, as Eugene Peterson translates:

You can see now how it is written that the Messiah suffers, rises from the dead on the third day, and then a total life-change through the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed in his name to all nations – starting from here, from Jerusalem! You’re the first to hear and see it. You’re the witnesses. What comes next is very important: I am sending what my Father promised to you, so stay here. . . until he arrives, until you’re equipped with power from on high.[3]

Jesus is referring to the Holy Spirit, here, which will soon arrive on the Day of Pentecost,[4] and we’ll get to this in just a moment. But, there is a word that Jesus uses here. He calls his disciples “witnesses.” We often think of a witness as someone who has seen something. For example, on Monday, I witnessed a near-total eclipse of the sun from my neighbor’s backyard. But there is another part to being a witness. In the original language, the word means to “testify, or declare, or confirm.”[5] This means that a witness sees something and then responds by telling others about it.

Did you see it? Tell me about it! Where were you? And, since you saw it. . . what now?

In today’s reading from the Book of Acts, we find an event that takes place in a very public place – an event that is witnessed by many people. Just weeks after Jesus’ resurrection – and not too long after the day of Pentecost – we find Peter and John going to pray at the Temple in Jerusalem. And, as they are walking through one of the beautiful gates, they encounter a man who has been lame from birth. For years, everyone passing through this gate – going in to pray – has witnessed this man and heard his cries for alms. They have witnessed him sitting on his mat, hands extended, a desperate and forlorn look on his face. They have witnessed this man, and maybe they have put a few coins in his cup – maybe not. There was a tradition of giving alms at the Temple and people can be so generous when they are in a prayerful mood and in a place of worship.

But when the man cries out to Peter and John, they stop, and turn, and see him – they witness this man. . . hearing his cries and seeing his need. And they offer him a different kind of gift. Peter says, “Look at us. . . I have no silver or gold, but what I have I give you. In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, stand up and walk.” (Acts 3:4-6). Peter takes the man by the hand and lifts him from the ground. Immediately, the man’s feet and ankles are made strong and he jumps up, and goes into the Temple with them – “walking, and leaping, and praising God.” (3:8)

And, in a “Were you there? Did you see it?” moment, “All the people [see] him walking, and leaping, and praising God, and they recognize him. . .” (3:9). They are filled with wonder and amazement.

Now, you and I weren’t there when this wonderful and amazing thing happened. We did not witness it with our own eyes, just like we were not there when the risen Jesus showed his wounded hands and feet to the disciples. All we have are these stories – ancient stories from long ago.

So, when it comes to our own witness, you and I might be hard pressed to say that we have witnessed much of anything. And yet, what if we have witnessed something? Again, it might not be some dramatic miracle of healing or resurrection. But the Holy Spirit still has a way of revealing the Holy at the heart of life: the presence of hope in hopeless times, light in the darkness, a feeling of peace or calm in the midst of a storm, the awe of celestial bodies dancing in the sky, the laughter of a loved-one, the taste of comfort food made with love, the comfort of another person nearby, tears that have been wept openly and then wiped away, life in the midst of death.

These are equal-opportunity-awe-inspiring events that can reminded us all just how beloved we are in the big scheme of things.

Very often our witness can be clouded or we might wonder if we have witnessed anything at all. But sometimes, our vision can be so clear in the moment or with 20/20 hindsight – so much so that we can confidently say, “I witnessed it. I was there – and so was God.” The big question is what do we do, once we have witnessed such a thing.

Peter and John have clearly witnessed the risen Christ, and on Pentecost, they have witnessed the Holy Spirit as it blows into their lives with the rush of a mighty wind. They are there. They see it all. And then they take what they have witnessed and share it in miraculous ways. Without their witness of seeing and sharing, we likely would not be here – together – today.

“I do not have any silver or gold. But I do have the Holy Spirit. I do have some comfort and healing, some hope and peace and joy that I can share – some presence of the Holy to give to you. . . to be for you.”

Friends, what we have to give might be just that Holy. What we have to give might be just that needed in the present moment – gifts of speaking the truth, gifts of serving our neighbor, gifts of justice for the oppressed, gifts of lifting up the lowly, gifts of peace to troubled hearts, gifts of joy and light and hope. From Monkey’s Eyebrow to Manchester, from Jerusalem to just down the street.

Did you see it? Did you share it? May the Spirit grant you and I the vision to see clearly – the grace, and understanding, and wisdom to see and know. May the Spirit grant you and I the overwhelming generosity of heart and mind to give away whatever grace we have received. May the Spirit grant us the courage to lovingly and freely share all the Holy we have witnessed.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

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[1] Paraphrased, JHS.

[2] Walter Bauer, A Greek-English Lexicon of the New Testament and Other Early Christian Literature (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1979) 187.

[3] Eugene Peterson, The Message: Numbered Edition (Colorado Springs: NAV Press, 2002) 1453. Luke 24:45-49.

[4] See Acts 2.

[5] Bauer, 493.

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jungkxook · 4 years ago

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—moonstruck. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: werewolf!taehyung au / arranged marriage au / smut with a sprinkle of fluff

⟶ words: 7,421

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, first time (virgin!taehyung), clumsy sex, soft and gentle sex, sort of rough sex, all the sex, cunnilingus, riding, hair pulling, knotting, buckets of cum, biting kink, slight impregnation kink, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: first fic back after a long hiatus and i’m suddenly v nervous to post this!! also this is shamelessly and 100% inspired by an episode of the show outlander (to be exact, the wedding episode). i couldn’t help myself!!

“Are you serious right now?”

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted.” Whatever that means.

Had you heard yourself speak a year ago before meeting Taehyung and having your life turned upside down, you would have surely thought you were insane, and you would have definitely thought Taehyung is insane, and the rest of his friends who are, subsequently, now yours ━ each of whom are all currently splayed out before you in Namjoon’s spacious country-side home with similar grave looks staring back at you.

“Dead serious,” Hoseok takes the liberty of breaking the odd silence saturating the kitchen. He’s made it a point to be on time for once, which you consider great and all if it wasn’t basically to dispute your current death sentence. “Always thought Jaebum’s pack were sons of bitches ━ glad to know it’s still true.”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi scolds. “Be a little more compassionate.”

“Am I wrong?” Hoseok refutes.

From off to the side, Jimin pushes himself forward with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. “Tae, I told you this was a dumb fucking idea ━ bringing Y/N into the pack━”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” Taehyung protests hotly. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere behind you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown darkening his face.

“How could you not think this would happen?” Jungkook retorts bitterly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“She’s a human,” Jungkook says. “Jaebum wants her gone, but if he were to get his hands on her, then who knows what could happen━”

“I said shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung snarls, an odd vehement tone dripping from his every word that is out of the place for the usually tranquil boy. Jungkook’s mouth clamps shut at once, though you suspect it’s not to do with defeat more so than because he’s the newest addition to the pack and, while Namjoon is their leader (or Alpha, as you’ve heard being thrown around before), Taehyung was something of a second-in-command. You could only imagine the consequences of crossing either Namjoon or Taehyung within the pack.

“Hold on a second,” You try to sputter for air, lungs wheezing. Your mind has since been spinning, struggling to keep up. At first you thought they were joking when they had told you, but now you were beginning to understand the severity at the very least. “I’m being hunted? Why?”

Now, Namjoon looks from Taehyung, then to you, and back again. Taehyung hesitates to answer at first, and Jungkook scowls. “Well, tell her, Tae. You dragged her into this mess. She deserves to hear it from you.”

As you twist in your seat to look up at Taehyung, your eyes locking briefly with his, the boy grimaces and then has to look away. He takes a deep breath before responding. “Okay, look. You know that pack I told you about? Jaebum’s?”

You nod, though the memory is vague. You’ve heard the name in passing before, but you could only gather that there was some sort of animosity between his and Taehyung’s pack.

“He found out about you, and I don’t know how,” Taehyung explains. “And now he wants you gone, and he’ll do anything to see it through.”

You blink once, dumbfounded. Terrified, even. Taehyung can certainly hear it in your voice and it makes him flinch again, as if being striked across the face. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us,” Taehyung says. “Because you’re human. When I first told you about us, I was risking everything. It’s uncommon for one of us to bring a human into the pack just because, and often even frowned upon. There’s a fear you’ll expose us to the human world or the hunters. Jaebum’s threatening to start war if we don’t deal with this situation ourselves.”

It’s only then that the dread begins to creep upon you, chilling you to the bone. “Deal with it… how?”

“The ultimatum is either kill you ourselves, or give you over to Jaebum to deal with, as a sort of peace offering,” Namjoon says carefully.

“Which probably also results in death,” Hoseok points out morbidly.

Jin scoffs. “Or worse.”

“Is there any option that doesn’t result in death?” You ask warily. At this, the group falls silent once more.

“Well, there is one.” Namjoon glances fleetingly around at his brethren, then sighs. “You become one of us.”

“I━” You stammer, face suddenly hot. “You mean, like, a werewolf?”

“I mean, a wedding.”

“A wedding?” You gasp. “How is that going to save me?”

“Not a wedding like you think,” Namjoon says. “More of a bonding. A handfasting. Right now, as a human, you’re vulnerable and exposed. We have no claim over you. But if you become one of us ━ without being turned ━ then Jaebum shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

Slowly, you begin to piece together the fragment of your dilemma. “Marry who?”

A beat of silence passes amongst the group in which time you spot Namjoon nod in the direction of Taehyung’s figure beyond you, a wordless yet clear gesture. Suddenly, a stubborn warmth of a blush pinches at your cheeks. You wonder if they can notice, if Taehyung can notice. You start, “Taehyung━?”

“He offered to be the one,” Namjoon says. “And Jaebum knows Taehyung’s role in the pack. If he knows you’re mated to Tae, Jaebum would be absolutely insane to try and come for you. It’s the only way, Y/N, and it ensures your safety.”

“Marrying Taehyung?” You ask shrilly, voice dangerously thin. “How is marrying Taehyung going to ensure my safety?”

“It’s not just a marriage,” Jimin explains.

But of course you already know this, werewolf laws a strange and intricate jumble of rules that you’ve long since grown accustomed to. When he speaks next, you already know it’s much more than a marriage; and, when he speaks next, you fear you’ve already had your fate decided for you.

“It’s not just a marriage,” Namjoon repeats, matter-of-fact, “because we’re making you Taehyung’s mate.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

You try not to think about it. Admittedly, marrying your friend who you have only known for a year isn’t something you had been expecting. But, as Namjoon had explained it, it wasn’t necessarily a legal unification between you and Taehyung, though you suppose it’s as valid now as any marriage with the ritualistic handfasting ceremony making it official. That, and you favoured living to see another day instead of becoming a werewolf’s next meal or ripped to shreds by one.

Only a day after your conversation with the boys of Taehyung’s pack, you’ve come to your ultimate decision which has led you to where you are now, returning to Namjoon’s home for a wedding. Your wedding. You hadn’t very long to decide your own fate anyway, with the boys grimly warning you it was now or never. But you trust them, despite this crazed ludicrous situation you find yourself in ━ and you trust Taehyung more than anything, your friendship with him having quickly blossomed into something so sincerely profound over the year that you’ve known him.

If you’re being honest, Namjoon’s pack had at least made an effort for the occasion because despite how unconventional it is, it was still a celebration. A celebration for your marriage, and a celebration for their hopeful victory over Jaebum. Still, the underlying threat of the evening remains, made more prevalent by the fact that it was required to invite at least another pack (of which you’ve met the leader, Jisoo, a handful of times before) as witnesses. It’s a simple ceremony too, quaint and cute if you weren’t clinging to life. You had made it a point to dress up, digging a pretty white dress from the depths of your closet with flowing butterfly-like sleeves; Taehyung had forgone a suit but was still handsomely dressed too, leaving you to feel like less of an idiot. Namjoon had officiated it, standing before you and Taehyung as you held one another’s hand, wrapped delicately in ribbon, listening to the vows being proclaimed that talked about true love, and the passion and yearning involved.

When the handfasting finally draws to a close, you’re shoved into a room alone with Taehyung for a moment of privacy by Hoseok, who can be heard quipping wolfishly, “Get it over with quick!” before vanishing behind the closed door. You wager he’s left to join with the rest of the festivities outside where, no doubt, every werewolf is currently drinking themselves blind.

Finally alone with Taehyung, a saturated silence fills the air that has you wringing your hands anxiously in front of you. You sit on the edge of the bed in the center of the room. “What other choice was there, Tae?”

Taehyung takes a moment to respond, and even he knows the thought is a useless one when it crosses his mind before voicing it aloud. “We could have ran away.”

“How far would we get?” You sigh. Still, the sorrow earnest in his voice and riddling his face is enough to make you look up at him sympathetically. “I’m no use to you if Jaebum or someone worse finds us by ourselves. Besides, the boys need you.”

“No, you need me,” Taehyung insists. “Jungkook’s right. I dragged you and the pack into this mess. It’s my responsibility to fix this.”

He drags his feet towards the bed, then flops down onto his back on the mattress. A troubled groan punctuates the air, and you sneak a glance behind you to see him rubbing warily at his eyes.

You decide now would be the best time to ask the one question that has been on your mind since the night before when you were sitting in Namjoon’s kitchen to discuss Jaebum’s scorn. “Is that why… Is that why you offered to be my mate?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admits meekly. “Sort of. Think we’d all rather it be me than Joon, anyway.”

You don’t argue with this. The reasons as to why it had to be Taehyung satisfied you well enough. That, and aside from having befriended the pack over the months, you’re much closer to Taehyung than you are with the others.

“So…” You trail off, clearing your throat. At this point, you’re simply speaking for the sake of filling the void. “What now?”

Taehyung shrugs. He looks around the room. “Nothing.”

“Well, what did Hoseok mean just now? Get what over with?”

“Erm━” Taehyung opens his mouth, as if preparing to explain, then decides otherwise. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung, we literally just got married and you’re already keeping secrets from me,” You retort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he insists. “It’s just that… Well…” He sits up from the bed, meeting your curious gaze. “This was essentially a mating, and every mating needs to be seen through to the end to be considered valid. The pack can tell when it’s… uh… done.”

Oh.

Now it hits you. It’s the way he awkwardly trails off, hand ruffling through his long locks, that has you immediately understanding what he’s trying to imply. You gawk upward at him. “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

Suddenly, Taehyung looks flustered and he shakes his head frantically. “I mean, they expect it, but I would never force it on you.” Then, he straightens up, as if captivated by a newfound confidence. The smallest of smirks dances upon his lips that you don’t miss. “Besides, I never said it had to be between you and me. As long as they can sense it, I’d say your hand would do just fine instead ━ but you have all night for that.”

“Oh my god.”

The smirk widens into a devious look now. “You said you wanted honesty.”

As he dissolves into a fit of stifled chuckles, you scowl but you wager it’s mostly an attempt to hide the frazzled look on your face. Then, hurrying to change the topic, ask, “Is every mating like that then?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. “If two mates want to stay together forever, they complete the process with marking, usually by a bite. It strengthens the mating bond.”

Taehyung notices you squirm in your spot, crossing your knee over the other and squeezing your thighs together. He can sense you’re uncomfortable, understandably with your current situation, but can’t quite pinpoint what else seems to make you sit so rigidly.

“What was it like for you?” He decides to ask. “The handfasting?”

The question takes you by surprise, though his sincere intrigue makes you smile smally to yourself. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but it was… It was nice.” You think back to nearly an hour ago, and the way Taehyung had looked standing before you. While you were marrying him out of necessity, there was something candidly beautiful about the entire ceremony. At the very least, you were glad it had been with Taehyung of all people. “Can I be honest with you, Tae?”

“Of course,” Taehyung says. “At this point, you can pretty much tell me anything. Don’t think anything’s as shocking as coming out as a werewolf.”

An innocent giggle bubbles at your throat. Suddenly, you look sheepish. “I might have had one too many glasses of wine before coming.”

“Ah.” Despite the interested hum of noise, he looks genuinely entertained. “So you’re drunk?”

“Not quite. Pleasantly buzzed,” You say. “Well, can you blame me? The occasion called for it considering a bunch of wolves want to kill me and I’m being arranged into a marriage.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your own wedding?”

You pull a face, though Taehyung gathers it’s because of the blunt mention of the word. “I do. Just… not all of it. Some things are clearer than others, but I think that’s mostly because I was nervous.”

“I remember every moment,” Taehyung muses thoughtfully. “I remember seeing you there, in your dress, and everything felt right despite it all.” His stare hardens in that moment, as if probed by the harsh reminder of the reasoning behind the night in the first place. “You know I’ll do anything to keep you safe, right? We haven’t had time to sit back and talk it over but you really do mean the world to me.”

A muffled groan eclipses your lips. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes as you bemoan, “Don’t say those kinds of things, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because… Because…” Your eyes shoot open, though suddenly you refuse to meet his curious wandering gaze.

But Taehyung doesn’t even need you to finish your thought. You wonder if it’s one of the many keen abilities possessed by these shapeshifters or if it’s simply a Taehyung thing, being that he’s quickly become one of your closest friends over the year that you’ve known him.

“You’re still nervous,” he hums as delicately as possible. It’s not an accusation, but a simple fact of the matter. He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two of you. “Are you nervous because of me?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung snorts. When you don’t respond immediately, a small inkling of a doubt makes him question apprehensively, “Are you scared of me then? I wouldn’t blame you, especially after everything that’s been going on━”

“What?” You finally turn to look at him, a look of incredulousness contorting your face. “No! No, I’m not scared of you, Tae. I could never be scared of you.” You don’t dare turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your hands as you continue. “You make me nervous, but not in a bad way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” When you chance a look at him, you find him smiling softly to himself. “It’s the same way I felt when I saw you earlier tonight.”

Your heart quickens in pace against your chest, and you’re almost positive he can surely hear it. Now, you finally lift your timid stare to meet his pensive look, and you have to bite back the smile that threatens to form on your face. He looks distracted, though not in a way where his mind is elsewhere entirely; instead, he seems besotted, dark eyes shimmering gently, and there’s a palpable shift of energy in the atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the pair of you begin to gravitate towards one another, leaning in close enough to shorten the distance between the two of you. You pause, lingering near enough to feel his warm breath fanning against your neck. He can’t help himself, and reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers along your shoulder to the base of your throat, sending chills down your spine. His hand comes to rest against your neck, fingers stretching outward to cradle the back of your head. He guides you toward him this time, closer and closer.

“Taehyung…” You whisper.

He stops at once, clamps his mouth shut and squeezes his eyes closed. His restraint seems to be not without labour, judging by the sobering small shake of his head, and the way he leans his forehead against yours, tendons in his jaw fluttering as he clenches his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He’s startled when you’re the one that moves first, catching his lips onto yours. He’s unmoving at first, basking in the feel and taste of your mouth smoothing over his. It’s slow, steady, but then he’s craning his neck to deepen the kiss and something feverish overtakes the both of you. You clamber onto his lap at once, swinging one leg over his and settling back onto him, your dress bunching up at your thighs. He’s taken aback for a moment, though his hands instinctively come to grip at your waist and you try not to focus on how large and warm they feel, burning against the material of your dress. In fact, every inch of him radiates a thermal energy that is both comforting and excites you. You chase his lips, yearning for another kiss, but he hesitates at the last moment, jerking his head away. He doesn’t move very far at first, then he drops his head into the crook of your neck. His nose burrows against the base of your throat, his lips brushing against your skin as he moves along your neck to your shoulder, then back again. You can tell he’s holding himself back, not quite allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

“You said we have all night, didn’t you?” You rasp. “So why not start now?”

“I also said it didn’t have to be between you and me if you didn’t want it to be.” Taehyung finds his voice at long last, however hoarse it may be. You’re already driving him crazy, just by your smell alone. “Are you sure? You said you wanted honesty, so be honest with me, Y/N. Don’t just say it’s because it has to be done. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Well, don’t you want this?” You question.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans against your neck. Something feral seems to stir within him, and you can feel his canines bare against your skin. “But only if you do.”

You aren’t quite sure what seems to possess you all of a sudden. He’s intoxicating, you think. Your hands tug at his hair now, desperation wearing your own voice thin. “Yes, Tae. Please. I want you inside me so badly.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against your throat, tonguing hot open-mouthed kisses there. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you harder against him, and the feeling of him growing harder against your inner thigh in a matter of seconds has you both enraptured by a newfound heated ferocity.

Grasping at a moment of clarity, you ask meekly, “Isn’t this your first time?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You want to tell him anything but, the way his hands and lips move across you an indicator of that. “I thought you wolves are all about sex. Don’t you, like, go into heat or something?”

It’s a feeble attempt at a snarky joke, judging by the way your lips unfurl into a languid smirk. “Typically. But I never wanted sex for the sake of fucking. The boys make fun of me all the time for it.”

You snicker, but the delightful noise is lost in a simper as he continues to kiss upward to the underside of your jaw. He grips tightly at your waist and moves, shifting the two of you around, until your back is splayed out on the edge of the bed and he’s hovering directly over you.

“Taehyung…” He grunts in response, though you don’t blame him for not responding. The way his cock bulges against your core now, the way you press your hips up into his instinctively, is enough to drive you insane, let alone the boy. Still, you manage to rasp, “Tae, just don’t bite me. Promise me.”

“I won’t,” he assures, though now he certainly seems preoccupied. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and whines aloud, “God, I can already smell you. So fucking good.”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as his hips dig harshly into yours in a way that makes you aware of what his words seem to mean. Slick arousal already begins to form between your legs, pooling into a mess on your underwear that has you squirming beneath him. The thought of him being able to smell you makes your face heat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He kisses down to your collarbones, then, without warning, flips you over at once. Rough hands grasp at your waist, pulling you to your knees and your ass off the edge of the bed. As he fumbles to tear your panties from your hips, then lifts the skirt of your dress up with one hand, he hurries to undo his belt and the button of his pants with the other.

“Wait, Tae━” You gasp. Before he can push himself into you, you heave yourself up with your hands and twist just enough to place your palm above his waist on his abdomen, stopping him in his place. “What are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows creasing with concern. “Isn’t this how it’s done? I’m not totally helpless.”

You bite back your abrupt grin, swallowing your amusement when you realize he’s genuinely confused. It’s hard to grasp how he can look so innocent even despite his leaking cock still in his hand. “Well, yeah, but not always.”

“I just thought it was like how dogs go at it, y’know?” Taehyung says. “The guys all seem to say so anyway.”

You can’t help it now when this newfound information has you keeling over with laughter. You’re fortunate he doesn’t seem offended by your delight, instead grinning sheepishly to himself as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

“What?” he asks promptly, and then as if to nudge you back to reality, tightens his grip on your waist and yanks you towards him gingerly. Pressing his front flush against your back, he catches your ear lobe between his teeth and nibbles on it.

“Then I feel sorry for their mates,” You manage to choke out. “It’s not bad, but I want to be able to see you the first time around. It’s better that way. More intimate.”

You squirm out from beneath him, turning to face him properly. Still sprawled out before him, you prop yourself up on your elbow and then reach out with your other hand to grab at his face and pull him down to you.

“Noted,” he hums into your mouth. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of at the moment,” You admit, though maybe that’s simply because your mind is spinning at the sight of his length.

He’s much, much bigger than you imagined, tip irritated and swollen red already, glistening with precum as he swipes his palm over himself a handful of times. You hike your dress up further around your waist as he guides himself towards you.

“Stop me if it hurts,” he says.

You nod, though you trust him well enough to know he’ll treat you right in the best way possible. As he pushes the tip of his length against your folds and into you, your reactions are almost immediate. He ceases above you, face scrunching up at the feeling of your slickness around him. You notice his furrowed brows, the way he bares his teeth. A guttural growl sounds deep within his chest that has you shuddering in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet. You take me so well, baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Don’t care,” You whimper. “Just wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself in further, slowly and carefully, inch-by-inch, in just a way that has the both of you feeling how he stretches you open every single step of the way. You wonder how much further you can go until he’s stopping, bottoming out within you. He sputters for air, collapsing against your chest entirely as you fall back onto the bed. He waits just enough for you to adjust to the girth of his weight in you, then rolls his hips into yours. Then again, and again, until he’s grinding into you with such measured and deep strokes that you melt beneath him entirely. You kick your legs up to wrap around his waist, head lolling back at the feeling of his mouth sucking against your throat.

“I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off then into an abrupt cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum━”

He’s quick to dissolve into shambles, grunting and moaning every time you clench around him and every thrust of his hips. Just when you think you’ve lost yourself to the moment, he cums much faster than you thought and entirely unexpected for him too, in hot waves that have you still writhing beneath him. When he’s spent, his weight falls slack against you, crushing you beneath him but in a comforting manner. It’s silently peaceful for a few moments as he settles, heart thundering in his chest and against yours. Your fingers smooth over his sweaty long locks, scratching at his head. Then━

“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” he mutters wretchedly.

“Not terrible,” You confess. “What was that? Three minutes, top? For your first time, I’m honestly surprised you lasted more than a minute.”

“Fuck off.” His fingers poke at your sides teasingly as you burst out into laughter. He lifts his head to meet yours, perhaps a little embarrassed. “Don’t tell the guys. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You hum, tracing your finger down to his lips. “We can practice whenever you want. I’ll make you into a lover so good, you’ll want me to brag to them.”

“Practice, huh?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. He pulls himself from your core and you hiss at the sudden loss, tugging at his chest as if to keep him close to you but he seems to have other plans. “Why stop now?”

You watch him curiously. “Easy there, boy. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Well, I have to make it up to you,” he points out. “Especially on your wedding night. It’s only fair. What kind of lousy mate would I be to call it a night without having you cum on my face?”

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes but you marvel at the way you had shuddered at the word only moments ago and now, under such a different circumstance, the way he utters it makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Is this the first time you’ve eaten a girl out?”

“I said I was a virgin,” he says. Your eyes stay trained on the boy as he shifts himself further down your body to wedge himself between your thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder. He kisses at your navel, then down to your core. He takes his time as he reaches out with his fingers to swipe at your folds, admiring the way his cum leaks from you; then, with his forefinger, he wipes at a stray bead of his arousal and pushes it back into your cunt slowly. The simple action is enough to have your back arching off the bed, hands flying out to brace yourself by gripping at his hair. “I never said I didn’t know how to please a woman elsewhere.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Gladly.”

He sinks lower to your core and out of sight, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the way. His finger never once leaves its spot within you, and instead is joined by another that spreads you wide in absence of his cock.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus on anything other than your beautiful cunt?” he asks, voice low and sultry. “From the moment I could smell you, I wanted a taste.”

His tongue probes against your clit, the wet muscle a sudden startle that has you slackening against him. He flicks it back and forth, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. A moan threatens to fall from your lips but an intrusive thought crossing your mind has you swallowing it with much difficulty.

“Can’t the boys hear us from down there?” You ask. You wonder how the celebration for your “wedding” has unfolded over the night without you or Taehyung there, or if they even notice your prolonged absence.

“No.” His voice is a deep mumble, rattling you from your core outward. “We learn how to tune out sounds nearby unless we really want to pay attention. The new ones struggle a bit, though.”

He curls his fingers inside you, stretching them upward. You pant, “Isn’t Jungkook still new?”

You can feel his smirk unfurling against you even before he pokes his head up to look at you with devious, hooded eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a hazing process.”

You hardly have time to register the thought, though it doesn’t matter much. You’re far too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung is making you feel to even care. He drops his mouth from your clit to your folds, tongue swirling against your aching core. He laps at your cunt like a mangy dog as his fingers continue to work within you. The further he burrows into you, the harder his nose digs against your clit and sends you over the edge. You try to hold on just a little longer but your core is already achingly sensitive from when his length had made it home.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me taste you.”

Fingers twisting in his hair, he growls roughly against you, basking in the way you mewl and moan his name. Time seems to blur and, before you know it, you’ve reached your high. You’re embarrassingly wet, soaking his chin and nose which glistens with a mixture of yours and his arousal. Taehyung doesn’t hold back, instead licking you clean of every last drop, a muffled moan of content emitting from him.

“So good,” he says. “All mine.”

When he finally pulls away from you, he licks at his lips as if not quite finished with your every taste. From where he sits, you’re an entire mess, brows scrunched in concentration, teeth tugging at your lower lip. Needy hands yank at his hair and he obliges, kissing his way up your body to meet your mouth. His tongue pokes through to lav at your lips and wedges itself beyond, and you suck delightfully at the taste of you and him mingling on it. His own hands caress your body, bringing you back down from your high gradually but you can still feel his straining dick against your thigh and it invigorates you even further despite the beginning hints of exhaustion starting to creep upon you.

“Want more,” Taehyung growls with a newfound intensity, catching you off guard. “Need your cunt. M’gonna make it mine. Need to make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum till you’re bursting with my pups, how does that sound?”

Mind spinning, you nod eagerly at the thought. Your words form in the shape of a moan. “Yes, please.”

“Gotta get this dress off first,” he mutters, greedy palms wandering up beneath the hem of your dress.

You scurry to obey, helping him slide the dress off your arms and toss it away on the floor. He’s more than pleased to see that you had decided to forgo wearing a bra earlier in the day, and reaches out at once to grasp at your perked breasts in his large palm. He buries his face into your chest, catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He busies himself by marking your chest red with small nibbles until you grow impatient, tugging at the shirt he’s still wearing. He’s quick to oblige, shedding himself of his clothes; then, his nails are digging viciously into your hips as he flips the two of you over with incredible ease.

“Sit on my cock,” he snarls into your ear. “Need to feel you again.”

Legs weak from your past orgasm and the huskiness of his voice, you sidle onto his lap, tossing one thigh over his. He sits up to join you and helps push himself past your folds, though you finish by settling back on his length carefully until you’re filled to the brim. Despite already knowing what to expect from the first time around, you still shudder at the feeling, mouth unhinging as you roll your hips leisurely against his. He hardly strays from your body, instead continuing to kiss between the valley of your breasts and up to the underside of your jaw and back again. Fingers poke and prod at your body as they follow his lips, then grasp at your ass to push you closer to him each time you grind against him.

Just when you begin grinding against him in a new angle that makes you moan into his ear, a sudden noise startles the both of you but only just. It takes you both a moment to register it’s the sound of knocking on the other side of the bedroom door (that you can’t remember if Taehyung had locked, because you certainly hadn’t), followed by Jimin’s familiar voice. “Joon said he wanted us to check in on you!”

Taehyung immediately groans into your neck out of frustration, though you suspect it’s because your pace starts to stutter and not because of his bothersome friends.

“Taehyung,” You bite at your lip in an attempt to hide your moans. You tug at his hair, as if to portray what your words fail to do, but he can hear it plainly riddling your voice. The concern, and the sudden shyness, as if fearing Jimin may walk in. But part of you is thrilled at the thought, and judging by the way your unabashed cry of glee slips from your lips without much hiding is proof of that. “Oh, Tae━”

“Shit,” Taehyung’s muffled grunts of pleasure and the way his hips continue to dig into yours to meet your efforts makes you aware Jimin is the least of his current troubles. “Fucking hell━ Don’t stop.”

“Are you guys okay in there?” Now comes Hoseok’s voice, a little faint but undeniably there. Can they hear you? Do they care? They must know what’s happening beyond the door.

“They’re doing it on purpose. Fucking idiots,” Taehyung snarls as he slams his hips up into yours. A contented whimper falls from your mouth, and you cling to him tighter as you quicken your pace. Taehyung grabs at your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes fixed on him despite wandering to the door. “Look at you fucking yourself on me still even with them listening. Such a good girl, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna breed so well.”

You think Hoseok and Jimin give up and leave at some point, though you don’t recall when. Instead, in the next moment, something primitive seems to awaken in Taehyung once more and he’s shoving you onto your back on the bed. Kneeling before you, he pummels his hips into yours again and again until you’re only crying his name.

“Mine. All mine,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

So wearied from your first high, you tumble easily to your second, coming undone in a matter of seconds, spurred on by the lewd wet noises of his length thrusting into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, basking in the sound of your moans. “Fuck━ Let them all know who you belong to━”

But just when you think Taehyung has reached his own orgasm ━ sputtering for air and crescendoing in moans of your names, panting hot breath into your ear as he leans against your chest ━ he doesn’t. His thrusts become desperate and sloppy, bordering on frantic, that the soreness between your legs begins to burn. It’s an amalgamation of stubborn yet bearable pain and something harshly pleasant that has your head lolling back.

“What’s wrong?” You moan, blindly tugging at his hair. “Taehyung?”

“I can’t━” He cries out. “I can’t━ I’m so fucking hard, it hurts. I don’t know what’s wrong━”

Confused yet too tired to keep up, you reach out to smooth your fingers across his back. “It’s okay. Just let go, baby. Cum for me, Tae. Please.”

“I’m trying,” he chokes out. “I just can’t━”

Your mind works in a haze to understand what’s happening, but through it all you’re able to discern one reasonable thought. What had Taehyung said about matings and bonds? Aside from the obvious of sleeping with a mate, he had said that typically certain bonds require marking. But he had also said that marking proved to be almost irreversible, resulting in a connection so close that a pair of mates would be together forever. It was a troublesome concept to think about, especially when considering you didn’t think you were a fit match for Taehyung if only because you’re human.

But is that what he needed? The physical strain he puts himself under now to reach his high is almost unbearable to watch. So, you settle on a whim of a decision and conclude that you won’t think of any consequences until after the fact, only wanting to see the poor boy in relief.

“Tae,” You whisper. “What if you bite me?”

“I won’t,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. His pace has slowed as he slumps against your chest in nearing defeat. “You told me not to.”

“I don’t care,” You retort. “Just bite me.”

He hesitates, lifting his gaze to look at you. When he sees your earnest zeal, he grimaces as if despising that this is his only option. Still, the look of relief that crosses his face is undeniably there. He presses his mouth against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your flesh as he grazes the smooth expanse for a spot, sharp canines poking against you. You brace yourself for the bite, though the pain isn’t as bad as you had thought. A sharp jolt runs down your spine as he sinks his teeth into your skin, and his reaction is immediate, crumbling into pitiful moans of glory.

“Fuck!” he wails. With one final slam of his hips into yours, he finally reaches his high and it’s unlike anything you have felt before. As if he begins to swell within you, his length pulsates as he cums in you to the point where you can’t help but feel so full. It overflows and leaks from your core and onto the sheets, a sticky mess that lingers even long after he’s done. Your mouth pops open at the foreign feeling, whimpering his name.

“I’m sorry,” he flinches. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” You manage to say. “It just… It feels so good━”

He sluggishly rides out the rest of his high until you both physically can’t take anymore. When he hears you hiss his name in a soft reminder, he apologizes once more. Then, as the room falls oddly silent, he slumps against you. He lavs his tongue over the fresh mark on your neck, the gentle motion alleviating the sting left behind. As Taehyung settles finally, he shifts his head to look up at you. You note the faint yellow hue lingering in his eyes, fading now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “We might have to stay like this for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about that,” You croon sleepily. “You better draw me a bath after this.”

He laughs, rubbing gentle circles against your hips. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”

You believe him wholeheartedly when he says it, smiling against his mouth when he leans in for a kiss. His tender wandering hands over your body does wonders in calming your shrill heart, the stretch between your legs, and the bite on your neck. He nuzzles his face into your collarbones, the tip of his nose tickling against you. As your fingers rake through his hair and scratch at his head, he mewls in content.

“Is it always like that?” You ask through a stifled yawn. “You had so much energy, I could barely keep up.”

“No,” he admits groggily. “It’s only like that when you’re mated with someone.”

“What does that even mean anyway?” You ask. “To be mated with someone?”

“Well, it’s━ It’s not really a conscious decision. It sort of just happens,” Taehyung says. “It’s a connection. You gravitate towards one another. You can’t live without the other. We call it imprinting. Sometimes you’re mated to a person who doesn’t even want you, but those are rare instances.”

“So we’re the exception?”

“I thought we were,” Taehyung trails off now. He finally lifts his head to look at you, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I━ Well━ All of this, and especially the bite, doesn’t just happen ━ and definitely not with humans.”

“Oh.” You blush now, face warming under the boy’s introspective stare. “So you’re saying we’re…”

“I always thought there was a connection, but I didn’t think it meant this,” Taehyung murmurs to himself. “As crazy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be.”

“So the bite…”

You don’t finish your thought, instead already having pieced it together in your mind. It does sound crazy, but even you have felt it before. A strange connection to Taehyung, far more exceptional than simply having feelings for him. And the bite is what draws it all together, proving his point and your previous speculations about some sort of affection between the two of you.

“Are you starting to regret this now?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, a weak attempt at a joke to what he had asked you earlier in the night.

He braces himself, as if waiting for your outburst of annoyance or anger. To push him off of you and leave forever. But you do neither, instead reaching out to grasp at his face in both of your hands. You delicately lift his head, meeting his docile stare, entirely and utterly bewitched by him.

“No,” You say earnestly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better night.” A smile forms on his face, innocent and ardent in nature. “I’m just wondering how I’ll hide the mark.”

“I think there’s little to hide now after tonight,” Taehyung grins wolfishly. “Especially with the boys.”

He quivers with laughter at the sight of your scowling face and fingers poking at his sides. As he settles, he leans into your ear to hum, “I’ll make it up to you. Everything. Jaebum, the bite, the boys. But I think you should rest now. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

You don’t argue with that. You’ve already begun to fight the beginnings of sleep, eyelids drooping and itching with a need to just close them ━ and with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, his body emitting a pleasurable heat, you decide there’s no place else you’d rather be, moonstruck and in love.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 4 years ago

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i love your metas! I just discovered them today and have spent all afternoon reading them. I have two part ask, if that's okay. Firstly, do you think a sensible version of bella could survive if she recognised early on that keeping on Edward's good side was her only survival option? and secondly, on the flip side, just how unhinged do you think bella could be before edward rejected her?

Ooh, both interesting questions, anon. Let's do this.

Sane Bella and the Yandere Simulator

Last time, on The Carnivorous Muffin's ridiculous blog, we covered what would happen to a sensible Bella who realizes the Cullens are not fluffy bunnies she should take home.

The long and short, Edward eats her.

Edward's romantic interest in Bella, the thing that has him fighting his own baser nature to keep her alive, is dependent on a few things.

One of those is Bella's interest in turn.

In time, if Bella truly was not interested in him, he would eat her. Alice tells us there's only two paths for Bella: death or vampire. Leaving her and walking away is never a true option for Edward.

So, Sane Bella loses Yandere Simulator because she doesn't realize the key aspect of Yandere Simulator: You Never Say No to Yandere.

However, you point out something interesting here, that this is a sensible Bella.

Sensible people do not immediately think they're playing Yandere Simulator. You don't run across people like Edward often, there aren't many of him, and while there are red flags early in Twilight Edward did a pretty good job of making them not particularly visible.

By the time we hit Eclipse he's pretty much thrown pretending to be nice and sane out the window. Luckily for Bella, that doesn't appear to bother her as much as it should.

Bella thinking "if I don't play along with this inhuman whack job he'll eat me", is paranoid lunacy. It is not the first conclusion a reasonable person would jump to.

That it happens to be the right conclusion is irrelevant.

But alright, I'll play ball.

Paranoid Bella and the Yandere Simulator

Bella is utterly paranoid and wearing her tin foil hat when she enters Forks. She remembers Biology very well and when Edward comes back and pretends to be nice she gives him a strained smile and thinks, "This motherfucker will eat me the moment my back is turned."

Bella considers travelling back to Florida, but that would be leading Edward to her mother, more it would be very easy to find Bella if he truly wished to.

Florida isn't an option.

Bella tries to keep her distance from Edward, hard when he sits next to her in Biology, but he seems willing to ignore her. Bella calms down a little, maybe this will work out.

Bella is nearly crushed by a van, desperately pretends she definitely did not see Edward fold that van like a pretzel. Nope, no siree Bob, Bella is concussed! She then stays awake all night in terror and OH GOD HE'S CLIMBING THROUGH HER WINDOW! HE'S GOING TO EAT HER IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! HE KNOWS THAT SHE KNOWS!

Bella pretends to sleep, horrified, and Edward stays there all night. Staring.

(Edward, meanwhile, is realizing he's in love.)

Bella enters school a nervous wreck, waiting for that fateful Biology class and... Edward is studiously ignoring her. He doesn't even say hello.

Bella would be relieved, except he keeps sneaking into her bedroom at night, staring. Bella gets no sleep for weeks.

Then the blood testing happens and suddenly Edward is talking to her. He tells her they shouldn't be friends and he doesn't want to be friends, GREAT, EDWARD, THAT'S GREAT. But then it's very clear that he's after something, and Bella's spidey senses are tingling.

Edward doesn't want to be friends.

Oh, oh shit.

Suddenly, Edward sneaking into her room at night takes on a whole, new, sinister twist. First he'll rape her, then he'll eat her (or who knows, maybe vice versa, Bella certainly doesn't want to find out).

Bella is driven home by Edward (he insists) and enters the house to wheeze into a paper bag.

She thinks over her options.

Edward can crush cars, Bella trips over asphalt. Even if she wasn't Bella, there's no way she could outfight him even if she wanted to.

Edward was very concerned when he suspected that she knew, he likely still suspects and Bella's not a very good liar. Bella doesn't want to find out what happens to her if Edward realizes she really does know.

Edward appears to have a romantic interest in her. Does Bella really have the option of saying no?

Bella, still wheezing in her bag, comes to what seems like an inevitable decision. She must humor Edward at all costs. For the sake of her family, of her own life, she must play into his romantic overtures. Bella can't act but now, her life depends on it.

Well, Bella still can't act, but luckily for her Edward doesn't care.

Edward just thinks Bella's very jumpy, a little nervous and shy, and just plain weird (given he thinks Bella's just plain weird in canon this is not too far from normal events).

So Bella gets to live in terror for things like the meadow, where Edward talks about how easy it would be to eat her, how he contemplated murdering Biology in cold blood to eat her in the most efficient manner, how he loathed her for daring to smell delicious, how Alice warned him there was a good chance of him eating Bella in the meadow today, all while pressing his cheek against her hammering heartbeat.

"AH HA HA HA HA, EDWARD, YOU'RE SO CHARMING."

Edward invites Bella to the house. These creepy, man eating, people all meet her with smiles. Edward has composed her a lullaby. One of them, Alice, tells Bella they're going to be best friends.

"AH HA HA HA HA, EDWARD YOUR FAMILY IS SO NICE."

In other words, somehow, all of Twilight still happens because Bella is terrified of saying no.

At least, until Volterra. Given Bella's being hunted by Victoria, even had Bella not gone cliff diving eventually Alice would see her eaten and then black out as the wolves chased off Victoria instead.

Bella spends New Moon having a great time. Mostly. The Cullens are finally gone, she's free, she spends weeks on edge thinking they might come back.

Just when she starts to relax, fucking Laurent shows up and learns Victoria's trying to kill her. Because of Edward, because of course, it's always about Edward. WHY ARE VAMPIRES ALWAYS TRYING TO KILL HER?!

Regardless, Alice shows up and goes, "Bella, my god, you're alive!" And Bella dies inside. Alice Cullen is back. Oh no.

Bella pretends she's thrilled to see her. Alice, her best friend, her favorite demon. Hurray. Alice fills Bella in on the New Moon scoop, Bella pretends to be very invested. Then Alice gets the vision.

Edward has decided to commit suicide via the Volturi.

Bella has no problem with this, unfortunately, she realizes that Alice clearly has a problem with this. Alice fully expects Bella to run off to Italy to save Fucking Edward.

Once again, Bella isn't sure she's allowed to say no.

Bella runs to Italy, finds herself saving Edward's life, and then she's brought before the Volturi where she might very well be executed because Edward Cullen happened to involve her in this mess.

BELLA NEVER WANTED TO BE HERE.

Bella snaps. She's crying, she just can't take it anymore, and she finally loses her shit at Edward. SHE NEVER LOVED HIM! HE IS SCARY AND WON'T LEAVE HER ALONE! IF THEY'RE GOING TO KILL HER JUST DO IT NOW BECAUSE SHE CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.

Aro watches Bella's mental breakdown in utter amazement. Naturally, while Marcus suspected something was funky with those two, Aro did not see this coming from Edward's perspective.

Aro offers Bella her out, it is unfortunately death or vampire, but vampire is very much an option and Aro will offer Bella sanctuary in the Volturi.

Bella takes that offer and runs with it.

Edward is devastated and blindsided.

Somehow, neither he nor Alice saw this one coming.

But to answer your question: Paranoid Bella survives Yandere Simulator By Defecting to the Volturi

How Unhinged Does Bella Have to Be For Edward to Dump Her?

He won't.

Remember, Edward in canon thinks there's something legitimately wrong with Bella. She doesn't think like normal people, she always makes the least rational choice, and he can't hear her thoughts.

Edward doesn't think Bella's gifted just that she's... different. (Bella, hilariously, immediately picks up that Edward's calling her a freak. Edward backtracks hard on that one.)

Bella's decisions also become increasingly ridiculous as the series goes on.

She stabs herself in the middle of a battle, she insists on having sex with him while human, she consorts with shapeshifters (to Edward this is lunacy), she picked up motorcycle riding, she threw herself off a cliff, she ran from his sweet protection to the reservation, she believes he doesn't love her, and she doesn't want to get married.

I imagine Edward thinks there isn't anywhere left for Bella to go. She's left the planet, unhinged is her middle name.

But none of that matters.

I already linked the Edward/Bella post I always link near the top so I'll just recap. For Edward, it's all about the blood, the silence, and the projection.

An unhinged Bella is still a delicious and silent Bella. He can still pretend she's Carlisle.

Even if Bella became addicted to cocaine, and ruined that sweet scent, it wouldn't tarnish her memory. He'd nurse her back to health, then eat her so she never relapses.

That's the trouble with Edward/Bella, it's not about Bella, not at all. You could replace her with sweet smelling cardboard and Edward would not notice a difference.

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anythingwriter · 4 years ago

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Screams in the Night

Ada Thorne x Platonic!reader

Warnings: language, dickhead husband beats on his wife (not explicitly)

Word Count: 1,332

Requested by: @xoxo-deadshakira

Summary: Ada loves the new house Tommy bought her and Karl, but she can’t help but hear her neighbors screams in the night.

a/n: sorry it took so long darling. Hope you like it!❤️

Also this wasn’t proof read, if there’s mistakes let me know!🥰

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Ada learned to love the house Tommy had bought her. Yes, it was unnecessarily large for just her and Karl, but it offered so much. There was room for Karl to run and play, and Ada could actually invite friends over and not be cramped. Even her neighbors seemed nice.

The house to her right was a lovely family, at least they looked like it. William and y/n Johnson had two children, both boys. One was Karl’s age, Billy, and the other was just shy of five months. The adorable baby was Henry. Ada had tried to get a playdate for Karl and y/n always agreed, but William would interrupt last minute and said they had plans that day. Ada just shrugged it off, but now it was getting suspicious.

They seemed to be so happy and sweet, but it was getting harder and harder for Ada to ignore the screams in the night. She knew whatever was going on behind closed doors was nothing pretty.

Y/n would always come outside to water her garden or check their mail, and each time she had a different bruise that was poorly hidden. When Ada questioned her about it she just declared she was clumsy.

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It was late at night when Ada heard a loud knock against her door. Knowing of Tommy’s enemies and considering the time she grabbed her small revolver from her purse and slowly crept towards the door. Holding her gun up, she forced the door open and held the gun to the intruder's face, but was only met with Tommy casually smoking a cigarette. Ada rolled her eyes and sighed, carelessly swinging her arms down to her side.

“Christ Tommy, do you even know what time it is? I could’ve shot you!”

Tommy just walked past her and poured himself a drink and plopped down on her couch.

Ada again rolled her eyes and shut the door before making her way over to Tommy, “Sure make yourself at home, s’not like you don’t pay for it.”

Tommy smirked up at his sister before putting his cigarette out. “How you been Ada? We all miss our lovely sister around.”

“Sure, act like you guys miss me, yeah. What’re you here for Tommy? You don’t just come to say hello.” She sat across from him and poured herself a drink, swallowing it all in one go. Tommy sighed, setting his drink down and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, he went to speak when a loud scream from next door interrupted.

Ada stiffed in her spot, and Tommy raised a brow in her direction. It faded quite fast, but there was no doubt in Tommy’s mind that he heard what he heard.

He continued to stare at Ada, waiting for her to explain. Ada just sighed and squeezed her eyes shut, bringing her hand to pinch her nose.

“My neighbors, yeah, are a really sweet family. A nice husband and wife with two young boys. But almost every night I’ll hear screams, sometimes just once sometimes all night. I never know why, and I never ask. I’m too afraid to Tommy.”

Tommy’s brows furrowed, afraid? Why would she be afraid?

“Why are you afraid Ada? What’s going on over there, eh?”

She stood up and slammed her new drink on the table, “I don’t know Thomas! Bu-but the wife, her names y/n, always has new bruises everyday Tommy. And when I ask, she shuts down and says she’s clumsy.” She began to pace around the room, arms crossed with one leaning on the other, holding her head in her hand.

Tommy knew what she was referring to. He remembered when they were young and their neighbor down the street had the same thing happening to her, but then one day she was found dead, from strangulation. Her husband was never found.

“Ada..” he talked slow, not wanting to panic her even more, “ remember what happened to Mrs.Russo down the street, eh? Do you..” he gulped, no woman deserves this, “do you think that’s happening to her?”

Ada froze, not wanting to accept that her brother was probably right. She began to shake her head and stepped towards him, but stopped when another scream pierced the nights air.

She fell to the floor and began to cry, she should’ve helped this poor woman so long ago. She should’ve called her brothers, even Polly. It was a strong policy in the family that no man was to ever touch a woman, and they strongly lived by it.

Tommy hopped up from his seat and embraced Ada, rubbing circles all over her back. He whispered in her ear, “We should go help, yeah? You said they have kids? We need to help them Ada.” “C‘mon, up you go.” He pulled her up by her arms and helped her out the house. She didn’t resist, knowing he was right.

It took only moments to reach the Johnson's door, Ada took a deep breath, and so did Tommy. He drawled his gun and hid it behind his back before knocking, waiting for someone to answer. When the door slowly began to open, Ada took a step back letting her brother take the lead, not wanting to get in the way.

The siblings' hearts dropped when a terrified Billy opened the door with tears running down his face. Ada dropped to her knees, “Billy?! Sweetheart are you okay? Where’s your mum and brother?!”

He only began to cry harder, tears steadily spilling from his e/c eyes. All he could do was point up the stairs and Ada embraced him, telling Tommy to go. He didn’t hesitate before running towards the direction Billy pointed. He ran up the stairs and heard grunting and thrashing like someone was being murdered.

Following the noises, Tommy crept as softly as he could until he got to the last door at the end of the hall. He could hear crying from an infant, but nothing was louder than the grunts of pain and struggle.

Raising his gun in the air, Tommy kicked the door in with all his strength. There on the floor was y/n Johnson, thrashing with all her strength, turning blue with her husband's hands around her neck.

Her husband didn’t even have time to react, before he could even lift his head Tommy had fired the gun. The bullet effortlessly flew between his eyes.

Nobody reacted, Tommy just stood there and y/n laid there while her husband‘s body bled out on her. Neither one of them moved until they heard the screams coming from little Henry’s crib. Tommy ran over to the woman and helped her push the dead man’s body off of her. Y/n got up and ran to her babies crib, hugging him close to her body. Tears were running down both of their faces as y/n rocked him back and forth, repeating over and over “You’re okay, mamas got you.”

Tommy didn’t know what to do, he stood there and watched the scene unfold before him, his heart swelling knowing that for once, he did something good.

He backed away from the door when he heard small footsteps running up the stairs, Billy bursting in the room and ran to his mum’s legs as she crouched and hugged him close. Ada followed in shortly after and hugged Tommy to her side, smiling at the sight in front of her.

Stroking both of her boys' heads, y/n turned towards the Shelbys and whispered thank you over and over. Ada smiled in content, knowing there would be no more screams in the night.

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Ahhh I’m sorry this is so bad!!

Have a great day sugars!!❤️❤️

@shadowfoxey @nothingleftthaticando @elenavampire21

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #ada thorne x reader #ada thorne #peaky blinders x y/n

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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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Madeira. ( Taehyung x OC) Part 1/2

Genre : Angst, Sexually Explicit Content.

Kim Taehyung x OC

Cop Au!

Married Taehyung x Oc! ( Estranged )

Cop Taehyung! Bartender Oc !

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A/N : This is my spin on the brother’s best friend trope. I wrote this for @ladyartemesia Who made the amazing banner for the fic..

Because of one of her posts :D :D But I hope all of you enjoy it.

Also listen , i was supposed to write a simple brother’s best friend fic , maybe playful fluff and mild angst and some smut but this thing snowballed into a plot monster and now here we are.

This is part 1.

Part 2 soon :)

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“So... that husband of yours is still missing, huh?" The man leaning against the bar smelled like sewage.

There really was no other word for it.

He smelled like he’d been drenched in the water that usually ran down the streets, whenever the heavens opened and poured a fucking deluge on us. Like he’d taken a soak in the disgusting broth of decaying produce, discarded animal entrails and everyday garbage. You know, the kind of stuff you find in the market street of a small town.

I ignored him, exhaling sharply and dragging the rag across the counter again, this time with a little more force behind it to make up for the urge to wrap my hands around the fucker’s neck.

Not the man leaning on the bar that is.

The man who had abandoned me.

Kim fucking Taehyung.

My breath shuddered out of me , a headache blooming inside my skull at the very thought of him. it was kind of unwarranted, I guess because it really wasn’t perfect Kim Taehyung’s fault that his wife of five years and seven months hadn’t seen him in ...well, five years and six months.

Fuck.

But see he wasn’t missing from my life by design.

He certainly hadn’t intended to leave me alone because , well for one, he loved me. and two, his best friend aka my big brother Park Jimin would skin him alive if he tried something like that.

They were best friends, bosom buddies since kinder garten and the only time they’d ever fought was when Jimin had walked in on me choking on Kim Taehyung’s dick in our coat closet at the age of seventeen ( 19 in Taehyung’s case) .

Taehyung had sported a black eye for two whole weeks.

So you see, Taehyung wouldn’t just leave me without reason, not unless he wanted to be castrated by my brother.

No.

The reason Kim Taehyung wasn’t around was because he had taken up an assignment, an undercover assignment a month after our wedding.

An assignment that was supposed to last two months. Except it hadn’t and now, it had been a whole five and a half years since I’d seen the man I loved.

Kim fucking Taehyung.

See, Taehyung was a detective.

A brilliant, A- class detective in Seoul PD’s Narcotics Division and he had a reputation.

A reputation as one of the most ruthless, merciless men on the force.

Taehyung had a mind that worked like no other, somehow able to predict exactly how drug dealers moved, how the shipments were going to be smuggled. He could tell where the deal was going to go down, what kind of security measures they would be up against and the most intriguing of all : just what drug a person had taken, simply from staring into their damn eyes .

It wasn’t uncommon for his cop buddies to comment how lucky the country was, that Kim Taehyung had chosen to be on this side of the law .

So Kim Taehyung’s reputation as a brilliant detective was well earned and that was why, when people heard his reputation and then met him, they were always stunned.

Because, for someone with such a terrifying aura , Taehyung looked deceptively.....well ethereal was the word. Beautiful was another. So fucking gorgeous he could make angels cry.

But Taehyung didn’t just look like a fucking angel. He acted like one. He acted like he had been sent on earth, simply to fight every bad guy in the city and while I had been proud and amazed and suitably enthralled with his prowess in the beginning, the fact that he had chosen to just leave me , really fucking hurt.

It hurt that the boy i had grown up with , the boy who had been my first everything hadn’t thought twice about leaving me behind. About leaving everything we had spent a whole decade building , behind just because he couldn’t control the urge to save the fucking world.

Every damn time.

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The water in my parents’ home was often murky and I had to let it run for a few minutes, before sticking the bucket underneath the tap. I watched the water turn clearer, cupping my palms underneath the flow watching it run clear. I nudged the bucket with my foot , under the tap and the sound of the water hitting the cheap plastic filled the cramped bathroom, loud and jarring.

I leaned against the chipped blue tiles, fingers shaking as I clenched them into fists. I had moved year about nine months after Taehyung had left, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon and it became hard, paying the rent for our modest apartment in Itaewon.

Jimin had offered to help, offered to let me move in with him and his wife Irene, but he had been newly married as well, with a baby on the way. And i just couldn’t do that to him. I’d called my parents, explained that Taehyung and I were taking a break and could I move in for a while?

My parents had been stunned.

A break after ten months of marriage? what had happened?

I’d kept my mouth shut because everything was a security risk. I couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t cry or complain or seek comfort in my mother’s gentle words. Instead i’d spent the days, locked up in my childhood bedroom, pouring over my journals, my keepsakes and photos, reliving the years I’d spent, loving and learning and cherishing Taehyung.

First kiss in his garage at the age of fifteen , laughing over a failed skateboard trick. How he’d grinned at me, watching me whine over the scrape on my knee, how he’d stared up at me through the sweat damp bangs on his forehead as he’d knelt on the floor, sticking a bandaid over the scrape and then instead of moving away as usual, he mad moved in, brushed his lips against mine, stole the breath out of my lung , the soul out of my body .

And Those first two years of denial....when he would practically run out of the door if i so much as breathed in his direction.

“You’re Jimin’s sister.. I can’t...”

God often he’d said that...over and over again until the words lost all meaning for me. I had wanted him so blindly. Had fought any girl who so much as looked at him and every one of my girlfriends knew to stay clear off Kim Taehyung.

The whispers, anytime someone showed an interest on the most handsome boy in school.

Yes, he is gorgeous, yes he is smart and amazing but he belongs to her. She’ll kill you if you come near him.

I’d enjoyed it. I enjoyed knowing that everyone could see that he belonged with me, even if Taehyung himself didn’t .

And me at seventeen, watching him talk about leaving .... How he was going to join the police academy and become a cop and that had been the final straw. I’d all but barrelled into his home and kissed him.

Told him in no uncertain terms that he was not going anywhere without telling me he loved me. And if he didn’t , I wanted him to swear he would never regret it. That when , years from now, he saw me walking down the aisle with some other guy, he would stand in the wedding party, next to my actual brother and not regret that he let me go.

Taehyung had kissed me back with fervor that still made my lips tingle.

And that last week before he left, when we had spent all our waking hours, either having sex or thinking about having sex. How we’d christened every surface of our parents’ house , our rooms and finally the coat closet after one particularly tense game of truth and dare.

That was a memorable one because my brother had walked in, just as Taehyung had gripped my hair hard enough to bruise and shoved his ‘ big by any standards’ dick straight down my throat.

Talk about embarrassing.

And it had taken a whole lot of begging and cajoling and promises to not have sex till we were married, for my brother to come around.

But he had.

And for five glorious years, I had been Kim Taehyung’s girlfriend. Watched him climb the ranks at seoul PD with a speed that was amazing. Watching him become the youngest detective on the force... watched him carve a reputation for himself in the Narcotic department.

And one evening, having dinner in a posh restaurant with our family and friends, I had watched him get down on his knees , a small velvet box in his hand eyes practically sparkling with love as he stared at me.

“The only one you’re walking down the aisle with is me, sweetheart.” He had rasped, over the raucous cheering of all the most important people in our lives.

But the joy had been short lived.

Just a month after our wedding Taehyung had taken up the assignment. Just two months, he had promised. I’ll be back in two months baby. I love you so damn much, you know that....

I had said it was okay. it wasn’t but i had said. Had promised to wait for him. To keep myself safe.

Two months had turned to two years. Two years had turned to three. Three to four and four to five.

Lonely. I was so lonely.

Even living with my parents, the solitude had been unbearable. The ache from not being touched by him . The ache from not being able to touch him. From not having that boxy smile to greet me in the morning. Not running my fingers through his hair as he left hickeys all over me. Not having him over me, staring down at me, eyes heavy and hard as he fucked into me.

I missed him so fiercely it was a physical ache. An intense , hollow ache filled with anxiety and longing.

And terror.

Oh god I was so terrified.

The fear was all encompassing somedays and I had to bite down on my pillows just to stop myself from giving in to hysteria. To start sobbing, uncontrollably because the thought would come out of nowhere, bowling me over in it’s intensity.

The burning fear that perhaps he was hurt.

That perhaps he was no longer of this world and i would never even know. That perhaps right this moment he was lying in some abandoned warehouse, bleeding out , thinking of me, wishing he could see me and he was just going to die alone . And I would never know.

I spoke to Jimin on the phone to Jimin every weekend. But sometimes, once every three or four weeks, Jimin called in the day.

We would exchange small talk.

And then he would say,

“Had a glass of madeira last night.” “ spoke to Taehyung’s handler last night.

I would grip the phone hard, brace myself for the good , the bad or the ugly that was to come.

“Tasted great. Was thinking of you.” He’s fine. He misses you. He loves you.

“Okay. Thank you Jimin.”

And that was that.

The sound of the water spilling over drew me to the present and i blinked, staring down at the water flooding the bathroom, the drainhole struggling to get rid of the excess water.

The house was deserted.

My parents had died a year ago. And now it was just me.

I swallowed , shaking my head before grabbing the hem of my dress and stripping.

Shower.

And then bed.

Alone.

Always so fucking alone.

The phone rang then and i groaned.

God, I hated having to leave the shower to attend calls but the reception here was terrible and I could only get calls if I left the phone on the small table by the bed.

Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my torso, I stumbled out into the dimply lit bedroom, reaching for my phone.

I couldn’t recognize the number and I frowned, before accepting the call.

“Hello?”

“Yerin?”

Every hair on my body stood on end and my body curned hot and then went icy cold really really fast.

“T-T-Tae??” I whispered, gripping the phone so hard my fingers went number.

Five years later and his voice was so different. Deep and raspy and exhausted and I couldn’t make sense of it. Was this real? Was i having a fever dream? Had i fell in the shower and hit my head?

“Hey baby.” He chuckled.

“Is this real? Is it you?” I whispered, confused and my head spinning and my vision fading a little.

“Yeah. “ He coughed a bit and i panicked. “ I’m back. “

I froze.

“Wh-What?”

“I’m back. I’m home. I’m .... I’m back.”

I stared at the wall, too stunned to process what I was hearing.

I could hear his voice through the phone but I couldn’t respond.

Staring at the screen , I hung up.

And then, I finally gave in to the hysterics.

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#taehyung fics #taehyung smut #taehyung fanfics #bts smut #ts fanfic #bts fics

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delimeful · 4 years ago

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to taste your beating heart (4)

warnings: nightmares, flashbacks, mind control/thrall mention, mental breakdown, blood mention, impalement/staking, upsetting thoughts, panic, ptsd responses

A plastic-sounding click, like someone pressing a button.

Anx took a breath, staring intently at the person bustling around across from him.

Patton was making tea like someone vying for a professional butler position: setting saucers and cups in front of each of them, managing the teapot with a steady hand, motions smooth and automatic.

“Sorry, I’m just so used to setting up refreshments for guests,” he chuckled nervously. “My sister always insists on tea when she comes by, so—“

Logan shifted next to him, impatient and more than a little irritated after every one of his inquiries had been deflected or outright ignored. Patton had invited them in, though, and he was currently their best lead on one of the most vicious cases they’d ever dealt with.

Even if he seemed utterly incapable of answering any of their actual questions.

That wasn't saying he wasn't willing to talk at all. Roman was chattering with him, their most sociable member easily drawn into discussion and more than willing to natter on in the hopes that Patton would let some vital information slip.

Anx wasn’t the only one who noted the way their host set an extra saucer and cup out, but when he met Logan’s gaze, the hunter only rolled his eyes, more than content to dismiss it as another element of the stranger’s apparent airheaded personality.

Patton was still speaking, discussing the many alleged merits of ignoring allergies for the sake of fulfilling experiences. Roman, who was lactose intolerant, was nodding along wholeheartedly. Logan, who was the one to deal with Roman’s post-dairy consumption whining, looked a lot less agreeable.

His own attention remained pinned on Patton’s movements rather than his words. There was a pattern there, a careful turn of the cup so the handle was facing the right side, lift the teapot from the warmer, and pour. One by one, he went around the table.

Anx was the only one watching when the man finally fumbled. After pouring each of their cups with surprising grace, he reached that final, fifth teacup. He twisted the handle so it was right-aligned, lifted the teapot, poured— and then reached for what looked like a cream pitcher.

A beat late, Patton’s hands suddenly swerved to the side, and he pulled them back as though he’d been burned. His voice didn’t even falter.

Anx reached across the table lightning-quick and seized the pitcher, knocking a few of the porcelain jars over and effectively cutting through the conversion as he did. Roman was asking something, but Patton only stared at him, something both fearful and grateful in his gaze.

Anx pulled the lid off, and the thick smell of blood hit him, like iron and rust.

“Your sister, you said?” Logan asked, and Patton bit his lip hard enough to bleed.

Click.

He was in a different room of the same tiny apartment, though it took him a moment to recognize the interior.

Put bluntly, it looked as though a miniature hurricane had torn through it.

The wallpaper was shredded and splattered. The cute decorative furniture had been thrown askew at best, smashed to bits at worst. Everything was in disarray, the valuable and mundane targeted indiscriminately. An entire life torn to pieces.

In the eye of the storm, Patton stood, hands fisted in his hair and eyes bloodshot.

They’d known the backlash of the bond breaking would be hard on Patton, but they hadn’t been prepared for this. It was entirely possible that they had never run into a thrall this strong, one maintained for so long, in their entire hunting career.

Most aggressive thralls would attack relentlessly to defend their master from harm. Seeing as they’d been the ones to kill his “sister”, if Patton was going to vent his ire on anyone, it would be them. Roman stepped forwards carefully regardless, knowing that they owed it to him to at least try to help him recover. “Patton?”

“I should have helped her,” he replied tonelessly, voice half-ruined from screaming. He picked up a broken chunk of a table leg, and they all went tense, but all he did was slam it against the wall.

“I should have saved her!” he cried, punctuating every word with a swing. “Where is she, where is she, what did I do to her?”

“A better question would be: what did she do to you?” Logan asked, ignoring the sharp look Anx sent his way. They’d all been unsettled at the way the vamp had talked about Patton, like someone possessive over a favored plaything, but that didn’t mean they should be bringing it up now.

They’d finally gotten Patton’s full attention, as he turned to them with angry tears in his eyes. “She did everything for me! And I— I gave her away, I betrayed her…”

“She was hurting people,” Anx cut in, voice firm but not unkind. For all that he’d been through, Patton didn’t deserve unkind.

“I could have fixed it, I thought I was— I was getting through to her,” he pleaded, his voice unsteady and unconvincing even to himself. He dropped the wood, pressing bleeding knuckles against his face to stem the tears.

“It’s not your fault, Patton, okay?” Roman tried, stepping closer until he could reach out and set his hand on a trembling shoulder. Patton only seemed to bow further with the weight of his grief.

“Giving her up was supposed to kill me,” he said softly, the frenzy gone from him. “How am I supposed to live without her?”

“The same way everyone else does,” Roman pulled him in for a hug, his own eyes wetter than they’d been before. “One day at a time.”

Click.

The living room of the house— their house.

Perhaps more importantly, the smell of something burning.

Anx had always been twitchy about things like this-- a thousand potential disasters in mind for every little inconvenience-- so he bolted off the arm of the couch the moment the scent registered.

When he got to the kitchen, he heard the rattle of an active microwave, saw Patton standing and staring blankly at the display as the inside of the microwave clouded up with smoke.

Cringing at the thought of the smoke alarm going off, he turned on the overhead fan and pulled the window up before finally yanking the microwave door open.

A plastic takeout container was halfway to a melted puddle, mixing with whatever leftovers had formerly resided there. He slid on a pair of duck-themed oven mitts and grabbed the most solid-looking parts, quickly lifting and carrying the mess to the balcony where it could cool down without making their house smell like burnt plastic.

When he returned, Patton was still in that same spot, frowning slightly as though just realizing that something might be a little off. Like someone had pressed pause while the world fast-forwarded around him, Patton had described it once.

Anx flitted about for a moment, putting the mitts back and cleaning the leftover residue, and then finally faced his friend with a wry half-smile. Patton’s eyes snapped to him, as though just realizing he was there.

“Hey, Pat.” He reached out and set his hand against Patton’s back, watching as the touch helped ground him slightly. “Can you go sit at the table? I’ll bring us both something to eat.”

Without a word, Patton turned and walked to their little dining table.

Cooking was admittedly harder when he ducked away to check on the other room every few moments, but he managed alright, only singeing the eggs slightly where Roman would have incinerated them.

He set the table for them both, and sat across from Patton, who was motionless and quiet in his chair.

“Can we eat together?” Anx asked, offering Patton a fork so there was a physical prompt as well as a verbal one.

It took a moment, but Patton gripped the fork easily and started to work through the motions of eating, mirroring Anx. Whenever he faltered or seemed to forget what he was in the middle of, Anx would nudge his attention back on track.

Once they were finished, he gathered up his dishes and asked Patton to grab his, carrying them back to the kitchen together.

Patton paused for a moment at the sink, mouth twitching into a frown as he stared at his glass and the lingering layer of orange juice at the bottom.

“Does anyone want tea?” he asked suddenly, a well-practiced line in a cheery tone. “I’m very good at tea service, you know.”

Anx swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m good, Pat,” he declined instead of pointing out that they didn’t have any tea in the house.

Patton seemed to get a little hazier, his face going sad and then quickly lax again. Anx took the glass from him and offered him a hand to hold instead, squeezing his palm comfortingly when he accepted.

“I need help out in the garden today. Do you think you could lend a hand or two?”

He dipped his head in a nod, and as they made their way to the back door, Anx shot a text off to the group chat.

> nightmare on edge street: out in the garden with pat. bad day protocol, stat

When they came back in hours later, dirt under their nail beds and probably a little sunburned, Roman and Logan had already combined their talents to set up an elaborately decorated but still structurally sound blanket fort spanning the entirety of the living room.

Patton’s face twitched into a tremulous little smile as the others waved them over, and Anx felt him squeeze their joined hands gratefully.

Click.

The sequence rewound, restarted. Ran him through it over and over, the same scenes-- the same memories. Patton pouring tea with a determined, terrified glint to his eye. Patton’s mind struggling under the stress of the snapped bond. Patton working through a difficult day with the help of friends.

The scenery grew brighter and brighter with every repetition, like saturation turned all the way up on a screen, until they were as painful as sunlight on his bare skin. He tried to close his eyes, to move away, to change something, anything, but his body wasn’t his own.

Look at him, it seemed to demand, keeping him frozen in a sensory hell. Pay attention. Look what you did. Understand how you hurt him.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

Clunk.

Silence. The memories vanished, leaving him floating in an impossible, endless black space. Between one blink and the next, he was eye-to-eye with a mirror image, something about it just slightly off.

He didn’t notice the stake in its hand until it was too late.

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Anx jerked upright, hands jumping to his chest as the phantom sensation of wood between his ribs faded. His breath stuttered painfully, as though he expected to feel ichor welling up in his mouth any minute.

Staking a vampire was an archaic hunter method. It was difficult to manage, it was messy, and it was the slowest and most painful way possible to kill a vampire. He knew this, though he wasn’t sure which life was providing the facts.

Regardless of memories, he couldn’t know how it felt to actually be staked. He’d been injured before, with a coven as temperamental as his, but nothing like that. Nothing even close to that. It was just a bad dream, an imagined pain.

There was a subtle shifting nearby, and his head snapped up, eyes bright and teeth bared. If those assholes thought he was in the mood to have his space invaded--

“Easy, Count Chocula.” Across the room, the sword-wielder-- Roman, that was his name-- settled back into the armchair by the door, watching him with narrowed eyes. “I was simply noticing your… abrupt awakening?”

Right. Because he wasn’t settled into one of the tiny, dark rooms reserved for the newly-turned and those who couldn’t shake off the urge to sleep. He was captured by weird hunters, who trapped him in their weird house, and asked weird invasive leading questions about his weird night terrors.

He was also tucked into a bed, for some reason.

The comforter had already slipped down halfway due to his sudden jolt into wakefulness, and he wasted no time in kicking free of the sheets. The room was surprisingly dark in both theme and lighting, with deep purple walls and heavy spiderweb-patterned curtains blocking out any potential sunlight.

There was also a warding circle of ash carefully smudged in a perimeter around the bed, the burning containment runes strong enough to make him want to sneeze even from this distance. The diameter of the circle was wide enough that he could theoretically keep away from any stabbings if he pissed Roman off enough, but add even one more hunter to the mix and it would take virtually no effort to pincer him.

Nothing he could do about the new cage for now, with the hunter staring at him expectantly from his sentry position. He sent a poisonous glare back and hissed, still crouched on the bed like an exceptionally angry gargoyle.

Roman pressed an offended hand to his chest, but was cut off by an inordinately cheerful knock at the door. His expression flickered to a sort of bitter resignation, and he shot Anx a much more serious warning look before unlocking and cracking the door open.

“Hey, Pat! I thought you were taking a nap?” he asked with impressively feigned lightness to his voice.

“I was, I just— Is he awake?” Another too-familiar voice replied, sounded distracted. “I felt…”

“Yeah, Padre,” Roman admitted after a strained pause. “He’s up. You remember your key?”

“Of course!” Patton said, and neither of them elaborated on what the hell that was supposed to mean. Roman stepped aside, and Patton beelined to the bed like a compass needle to true north.

He stopped just short of the circle, like a determined enough— or cornered enough— vamp couldn’t reach out and drag him in. “Anx! I’ve been so worried about you! You took quite a tumble, are you feeling alright?”

Anx stared at him. The words were bright, but there was a thread of something fervent and barely-controlled in them, something frenetic in the way he shifted from foot to foot. It sent a pervasive feeling of wrongness down his spine, like looking at an old photograph and realizing that something you remembered from it was entirely absent.

Anx didn’t— couldn’t know enough about Patton to recognize when he was acting off, but every piece slotted neatly into place anyways, dragging him to a conclusion he didn’t intend to realize; Patton was pretending, ignoring the parts of him that felt bad to reassure the rest of them. After everything he'd already gone through, he was bearing the stress of being thralled without a word.

He could feel the thrall tether pulled taut between them, already mentally frayed from both the time passed since feeding and the pain that had ricocheted through him at his last order. Looking at Patton like this, it was bizarrely easy to loosen his grip and let that last thread connecting them fall apart.

Patton’s shoulders eased, all of him sagging slightly like a puppet with strings cut. And wasn’t that just an uncomfortably accurate metaphor.

In the next moment, the hunter was stepping neatly over the line of ash and into the circle, arms lifted. Roman shouted something, but his alarmed words were meaningless noise against the roar of anticipatory fear that overcame Anx.

Get away, his instincts screamed, but his body remained stuck, stalled by a resentful whisper in the back of his mind: Doesn’t he deserve to get a few hits in though? Look at what you did to him.

A sudden touch made him curl in on himself, but the arms that folded around him were careful, even gentle. His head jerked up, and sure enough, Patton was hugging him. He froze, struck dumb.

Over Patton’s shoulder, Roman was stopped a few feet away, hand outstretched as though he’d planned to yank Patton back out of the danger zone. Anx met his stare, eyes round as quarters.

“I did not tell him to do this,” he blurted, and Patton’s chest vibrated with a little sniffly chuckle. The human was so warm.

At the door, Logan appeared, glasses slightly askew. “Patton? I heard—“

He paused, taking in the room. His expression grew more and more unimpressed. “... I see. Exactly what happened while I was away?”

#sanders sides #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #vampire au #ttybh #to taste your beating heart #couldnt find a good stopping point T-T #Hope you guys enjoy!#writing #my writing #pov is confusing at the start but i hope it makes sense

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thesunshinebunny · 4 years ago

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When the world falls apart, the only thing we can hold onto is ourselves (Part III)

Series Master list

pairing: canon Eren Jaeger x reader

content: Angst, unstable relationship, breakup, smut/nswf+18, major character death, violence, blood (obviously), war (pretty obvious)

Summary: War and hate. It’s what defined the world at this exact moment. You failed your comrades, and by failing them, you failed yourself. Your relationship is hanging by a thread and your enemies will not only be found on the other side of the sea, but also in the mind of the person you love the most. How will you take the reins in the face of so much destruction?

Chapter summary: It will take more than a betrayal and blood blath for the reader to stop protecting those who really need it.

Words count: 4.7k

I knew things were going to go from bad to worse when we returned to Paradis; but I never imagined that I would have a letter from the Supreme Commander on my desk. Days had passed since my fiasco conversation with Eren, spreading the word of my insubordination towards the lack of notification to the respective authorities. Sure, the guards had let me into the cell just because they knew me, but I never had the decency to tell Hange-san or even ask for a meeting with the Supreme Commander.

And here I was. Wrapped up in a much bigger shit roll since I decided to enlist in the Survey Corps, with a simple letter demanding my presence in his office for a little "talk."

The medical center where I could do my practices with ease was quite far from the justice’s court where the Supreme Commander was, having to go out to ride through the beautifully paved streets. A street I crossed, a street I saw citizens read the newspapers that had brought so much catastrophe to peace within the walls. People were revolting against the militancy, demanding Eren's immediate release, praising he was the only one who could lead Eldia to its ultimate glory.

If they could heard themself right now. They spoke as if Paradis itself had become an empire, a power on the verge of attacking and taking every country under its feet. It was as if they wanted to turn the game around, to be us the empire and our enemies the war slaves.

I was still far from my destination, but the crowd could be seen cowering above the barred court doors. Men and women with posters screaming without sense or unity, an angry mob demanding explanations, ready to use violence to make their way into the hierarchy.

I got off my horse when I faced the crowd, needing to get up front and through the secured gate and with my loyal traveling companion I wasn't going to make it. I left him tied up outside a local, asking the owner to take care of him, if necessary, I would give him a monetary compensation on my returned.

I tried to get through the mob, asking permission, even nudging some people, but no matter how hard I tried to take a step forward, there was always a bastard blocking my way or pulling me back; They even had the decency to grab my coat and throw me off.

"Excuse me, but I need to pass"

Empty words at this situation. If they didn’t listen to the specialized people of the militancy, it was obvious that they wouldn’t listen to me, a simple doctor in practice for the legion.

"Free the leader of the Eldian empire"

"Free Eren Jaeger"

"Give us some damn answer"

"Fuck off you cheap bitch"

The day wasn’t even beginning and I was already receiving hateful comments, typical of closed minds.

I looked around for a solution, I was wasting valuable time and starting to get irritated. If I was late for my meeting with the Supreme Commander, who knows what punishment he would give me apart from my insubordination.

Besides of the mob there wasn’t much more than a few elegant houses and shops, no other entrance except the one in the backyard, but to get there, I would have to go all the way around the building and it would take much longer. The walls were too high to jump alone and too smooth to climb, otherwise enough people would have sneaked in by now.

I turned my head towards my horse, which was still in the same position where I left him, patiently awaiting my return. Surely what I was about to do wasn’t going to please him one bit.

I ran as fast as I could and unhooked him from the wooden post, ignoring the comments of the owner of the premises who was indisputably claiming for his pay. Without turning my head to such scum, I motioned for the horse to turn around and run down the avenue, against the crowd. Being at a considered distance, I again instructed him to turn around and go as fast as he could.

"I'm sorry Phillip, you're going to have to forgive me for what I'm going to do"

We were a few meters from the mob, mentally preparing myself for the feat that was about to be accomplished. Almost arriving, about to impact, I gave him a little jerk to the right, guiding us towards the wall, and raised my legs towards his back, squatting against him, waiting for the right moment and the impulse he would give when braking hard.

When he was about to slam his trunk against the wall, Phillip stopped his galloping, propelling me forward and flying toward one of the door columns. I grabbed the stone as best I could, avoiding falling on my backside, and raised my legs towards the top, finally reaching my goal. Being already on top and looking at the terrified faces of the rebels, I went down to the other side of the door, slightly hurting my feet and hands in the fall.

"That was quite a show"

Hitch was already in front of me, malicious and proud on her face. She was giving a few applause to the air, trying to lift the spirits of the people of the military squad, even if her acting was a bit cocky.

"Desperate situations call for desperate measures." I waved my hands over the coat, looking at her with the same smug visage she was giving me.

I didn't like Hitch per se, but we weren't friends either. The way she acted and talked gave me bad vibes and I planned to stay as neutral as possible in her presence. Even her gazes seemed to want to pierce the soul of whoever she was speaking to, as if she wanted to undress you internally and seek your darkest and most shameful secrets. I would stick my hands in the fire by assuming that in her younger years she had been a bully or a blackmailer.

But it was better to keep those thoughts for yourself, before generating greater repercussions in the times that hugged us.

"Did you come to see Armin and Mikasa?"

Any thoughts I had of her dissipated.

"They ... are they here?"

I was fuzzy. Not because of the fact that I was uninformed about their actions when they left the legion barracks in the morning, which I was getting used to since last year, but because they were in the same place as me. What a coincidence.

To be honest, the two of them never owed me anything and it wasn't their duty to tell me where they were going every minute of the day, just like Hange. Each one of us had their own will to go where we were sung; But if the three of us were in court, and if they gave me the chance to guess, I would say that to see the Supreme Commander, it made me a bit suspicious.

"Yes, they are talking to the Supreme Commander to try to go talk to Eren"

I must have hit my head at some point in the battle of Marley, because lately every occurrence was quite impossible to believe. They were the ones who asked me to go talk to him a few days ago, they were the ones who questioned me when I returned to the waiting room where the few survivors of 104° Squad were;it was them who gave me a compassionate look as they saw I hadn’t accomplished much and I had ended any relationship that bound me with Eren.

And now here they were, demanding an audience with their childhood friend, while I would have to be judged for the same action. Something wasn’t fitting. I looked around trying to find them, or maybe to find an answer to the thousands of questions that were forming in my head, and finding no help, I turned to Hitch.

"What is going on? Why-"

Before I could finish my question, an explosion rumbled across the cobblestone floor, hurting our ears and knocking us to the ground. Fire and debris couldn’t only be seen in the air but also smelled, flooding our nostrils, causing us to cough and cover our eyes with debris.

I looked up to find a flare coming from one of the court offices and a heavy body falling in our direction. I couldn't make it out until it fell to the ground, leaving a stain of blood and ash around it, apart from leaving a trail of smoke from where it flew off. My eyes were opened with shock and amazement, since the person in front of me was nothing more and nothing less than the same militant leader, half of the body lost and burned by the explosion.

"Well ... that's new"

In all my years of service I have seen every horror inside and outside the walls. True, even the Survey Corps had acted against the law, but it was for the greater good, to expose the bastards who lived on the wall farthest from the sea. I had seen people hit and kick another for a piece of food when the wall Maria fell. I had seen how we were massacred one by one with bullets to the head as we tried to go beyond the walls.

But never in those years I had seen a rebellion like the one taking place, being willing to eliminate such an authoritarian figure as Darius Zackly.

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The chaos went unnoticed by a large part of the population, only those who were present at the time of the explosion and the military police were aware. Faced with such an atrocious event of treason, a small meeting was convened involving the most important heads of each faction; unfortunately I couldn’t be there, my presence had been required in a clinic a few meters from the court. There were quite a few injured.

Some had mild and harmless burns, others had large parts of the body with third degree burns. Some had splinters stuck in their arms and faces, some had a piece of wood stuck in their stomach.

A couple of hours had passed which seemed like weeks to me. I had been assigned the milder cases, but as I pulled the splinters out of a patient's eyes, I had the countless howls of people echoing in my head, listening as they took their last painful breaths. People who asked to die on purpose to ease the pain.

Hours passed and welcomed the next day. I had terrible black circles under my tired eyes, hands stained with dried blood and splintered; they’re fucked up and I needed to heal them as quickly as possible before they got infected. I grabbed the cutting tools and placed them on a metal tray, the cold of the surface soothing the pain in my hands, and although it wasn’t too heavy I felt like it trembled on my grip.

I heard the door open wide at the other side of my last patient's room, the front door, letting in multiple heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor. Apparently, the soldier who had entered was in a hurry or was about to deliver terrible news...I wish I had been wrong in the second option.

"Bad news, Eren Jaeger has escaped from the underground cell"

I dropped the metal tray on my feet, making the sound of metal and utensils rumble across the room. My hands were shaking even more and surely if I saw myself in a mirror I would see my face completely pale.

"If you want to free yourself from this cell, go ahead"

My words invaded my mind like a bucket of cold water, as if they wanted to make me see that I was to blame for his escape. I knew that sooner or later he’s going to free himself, his eyes showed it and by not getting an answer that contrasted with mine, it was perfect evidence of his plans. But even knowing it, even Hange knowing it, I didn't expect him to do it in a moment of such betrayal.

I cleaned my hands as best I could with a towel hanging over the room sink and grabbed my coat, rushing out of the clinic.

"I’m sorry, I need to go"

But where to go was the question. I had no idea where Eren might be, and even if I knew what he was going to win, surely he was with his followers and with the simple image of me approaching from the horizon, I would be dead in a matter of seconds ... or imprisoned, whatever happen first.

At the exit of the clinic, there were two soldiers of the military police standing guard and watching the justice’s court from the distance. I approached them with the intention of asking them about the whereabouts of the Survey Corps, but they looked at me like I had the plague and pushed me aside hostilely, almost knocking me to the ground. I kept my composure as best I could and looked for someone else to ask; I didn’t have to wait long, since a woman of my age with mahogany hair, extremely black and matted, pointed the way where my comareds had gone. According to her words, they’re heading towards a large and luxurious building in the middle of one of the main avenues, recognizing the word restaurant from the conversation between the riders.

The only place that matched that description was the restaurant where Nicolo worked.

I hurried out with Phillip galloping through people, avoiding stepping on them and apologizing on my back. If there was something clear to me in all this mess, it was that Hange would go to find answers among the working Marleyans of that place. Maybe something could be solved.

I was very wrong.

I rushed into the building, finding only a long entrance hall and a corridor that led to god knows where. No one was even around to see me panic and I didn't see a soul nearby either, the only thing if I could hear a heated discussion far away and heavy footsteps on the floor. I let myself be guided by the sound, running back to its origins and finding a bizarre and meaningless scene in front of my eyes.

The room that seemed to be the main one hosted the orphaned children of the Blouse farm as well as Sasha's parents, sad and anguished parents if I paid better attention. The children were just as sad, with tears in their eyes, especially Kaya; they were crying the same way as on the day Sasha's death was reported. They were cornered under a window all together, hugging each other and letting the rays of the sun streaming through the window illuminate their figures, as if those rays could replace the heat that Sasha had left behind.

That scene broke my still fragile heart. I would have liked to reach out to them and try to help them move on, as I would have liked to stay on the farm with them when we came back from Marley to help them get by; obviously I could never have replaced Sasha and they could never have replaced my family, but in these times of battle, what mattered most was healing the wounds between all of us.

I would have liked to talk to them, but my eyes shifted from the Blouse family to the figure of Hange carefully placing a child on the floor. The blond boy was very badly injured on the side of his head, he was bleeding and his clothes had stuck to his body due to the large amount of liquid that had flowed down his torso.

"Hange-san, Wha-" As I stared at the blond boy on the floor, I could see that he was one of the children who had sneaked into our war balloon.

“Isn't that one of the Marleyan children? Why is he here and why is he bleeding?"

Unconsciously my body leaned forward, resting on one knee on the ground and reaching out to the boy. My instincts as a doctor were screaming for me to tend to the poor injured boy regardless of his race and I was willing to do so.

"We will take care of him, go to the room continue with Mikasa and Armin"

I got up without hesitation, taking one last look at the room I was in and it was just at that moment that I recognized Nicolo and Jean in a corner away from everyone else. They both looked very distressed, but I didn't have the opportunity to ask why, they had given me an order and I had to carry it out. I would have to wait until got back to base to understand this terrible situation.

The room they sent me to was at the end of the corridor, the door was closed but every step I took I could hear the soft voices of Mikasa and Armin, apparently talking to someone else. Well, that conversation must have to get a pause because I was about to slam the door in and leave the doors wide open.

“What the hell is going on? Why is a Marleyan child unconscious in the kitchen?"

Upon entering, all excited, my eyes only saw the figures of Armin and Mikasa around a table. They both looked up at me in disbelief when they saw me standing on the threshold. For the second time that day, I looked back across the stage in front of me and spotted a small brown-haired figure sitting at the same table. With a little more attention, I saw that the small figure was trembling, perhaps from fear or from adrenaline, at the same time that its face was bruised and full of blood; and putting all my attention on that bloody face I realized that I recognized those eyes, those same eyes that I had looked at with contempt and had looked back at me with the same feeling the night of the invasion.

The missing girl from the Marleyan duo was sitting across from me staring with sheep's eyes.

All exaltation I had in my body dissipated, my gaze fell, leaving nothing more than a neutral countenance. But ... anyone who could see through my eyes, would know they reflected the fatigue and sadness of several accumulated days. Seeing the girl was perhaps a way of attaching all the harmful feelings in a single part of my body.

I let out a long sigh and closed the door slowly behind me. I walked slowly towards where the girl was, running Mikasa to the side and looked at her with the best possible adult countenance. She had a red nose, it looked like it had been hit right on her septum causing her to bleed and stain her dress, which I assumed was courtesy of the Blouse family. Her cheek was scratched and red too, traces of broken and inflamed skin could be seen around her wound, but without any bleeding. This girl would have a swollen face the next day if we don't give her some ice.

“You’re hurt. Care to explain me what happened?"

I reached my hand out to her, but was greeted with a flinch from her. I could tell she was scared and she had every right to be.Either way, way I brought my hand to her face, placing my index finger and thumb on her jaw to move her head and look for other injuries.

Her face was the one that received the most impact, nothing in her eyes which was a very good sign, and I didn’t notice any kind of fracture in the bones of her cheek or septum. Good. I looked around the room for something I could use, but I only found empty tables adorned with a classic tablecloth and a very well elaborated and cared wine cellar, apart from showing off one of the best wine collections in recent years.

"Armin, can you go get some alcohol to disinfect the wounds? Surely they have something in the kitchen "

The blonde gave me a slight nod and left the room, leaving me alone with Mikasa, who was absolved of the situation, but still maintaining an imposing posture. The girl was still shaking on my hand, so I pushed her away and inspected her body for more injuries.

The palms of her hands were stained with blood, I guessed from the bleeding from her nose, but they also had some slight scratches, perhaps she had fallen to the floor. Her dress didn’t seem torn in the area of the knees, so I assumed that they weren’t injured or it was a very slight scratch, almost no bleeding. Her arms seemed intact as did her torso. I turned to the back of her head, running her hair gently trying to find any trace of blow that could generate a contusion. I didn’t find anything that could be fatal or serious, but I did see something that caught my attention.

“You have marks on your head, diffuse, but they are there. What happened?"

"... A horse bit me"

Of all the situations that could have led to those brands, I didn't expect to hear this one. I didn’t expect it, not at all. It caught me off guard and I let out a giggle which I covered with the back of my hand.

"Sorry, shouldn't laugh… you deserve it thou" I gave her a little pat on the top of her head before ruffling it a bit and bending down to look into her eyes.

Armin returned to the room, alcohol in hand and a clean cloth. Thank God something was clean in this whole city, I was beginning to lose my faith in the cleanliness of this people. I reached for the items and I proceeded to apply a large amount of alcohol to the cloth and apply it first to the frightened girl's cheek.

"Why are you so good to me? I killed a one of your friends"

That comment made me stop for a second, just like I stopped looking at her wound. My gaze fell to the floor in search of an answer; I searched, searched and searched for answers to questions that didn’t have one or weren’t as simple as they seemed...or simply looked in the wrong places and the answers were always in my mind, only that my heart wasn’t prepared to face them.

"The girl you killed the night of the invasion was called Sasha Blouse and she was the best archer and sniper of the legion"

I turned my gaze to her, continuing to heal her wound on her cheek. When I saw that there was only a small pink stain left on the surface, I moistened the cloth further with alcohol and ran it under her nose, removing any trace of blood. The girl pulled back a bit when she felt it’s smell her nostrils and I had the opportunity to cover her nose for a few seconds to stop the bleeding.

"You know ... you remind me of a boy exactly like you"

When I saw that the bleeding stopped and the girl stopped moving due to the burning and itching that the alcohol was surely causing, I grabbed her hands and began to clean them with small touches avoiding tearing her skin.

“Just as intense and ready to fight for what he thinks is fair. You are just a little girl who was taught that we were the bad guys. It’s the way you were raised, the way you see the world. They taught us something else, but at the end of the day, apart from everything... we are the same"

It hurt. Yes, it hurt to see the one guilty of the death of my best friend, but it hurt more to see in her eyes the hatred and contempt they had taught her towards our race. The hate cycle we were getting into wasn't going to get us anywhere and it was better to nip it in the bud, even with baby steps.

When I finished cleaning all her wounds, I put the cloth on the table and looked at my performance with deep pride. It wasn't much, but it was enough; Not only had I cleaned a few simple wounds, but perhaps, I wished that perhaps, it would begin to heal her mind ... and mine as well.

I got up heavily, noticing how my knees creaked when squatting for a long time and I stretched my body generating more crunches, but noting at the same time how the heaviness of my back left and leave behind a much lighter load.

“Very good, you’ve been a good patient. Surely there is something sweet in the kitchen that I can give you” I patted her head again and gave her a sincere smile, one that I hadn't given anyone for quite a while. I headed to the door unconcerned about the situation I assumed was still going on in the main room.

"What's going to happen to Eren Jaeger?"

What will happen to him? And why does she ask me that?

"Don't worry, I'm not letting him put a finger on you" A sincere answer to a question asked out of fear. I reached the door and in the middle of the sentence I turned the knob wanting to make my way into the hall, but a tall figure blocked my way.

Eren was right on the threshold with the intention of opening it.

Well mark me impress

My body jerked back instinctively, avoiding taking my eyes off his. I moved to the right side, avoiding the figure of the Marleyan girl from being in Eren's point of view. I didn't know why he was here or if the others knew about it, but whatever the reason, he surely wasn’t alone and this wasn’t going to lead to anything good.

"Sit down"

He took a few steps forward, closing the door with his foot, not even paying attention to his surroundings, or maybe yes, now everything was a confusion when it came to the brunette in front of us.

"You can't tell me what to do" I planted myself in front of him, without taking a step back. We were both facing each other, him carrying me several inches tall, several dominating inches that made my legs shake and my heart race.

If it had been in any other situation, that trembling, that acceleration would have been very well received. It was impossible not to feel small next to Eren, the damn bastard had hit a big stretch and there was a great difference around the body between the two, a difference that I always loved to admire.

But not now. Not at this moment when everything was going to shit and I had to stand up to the figure of a little girl who was internally dying of fear thanks to him.

"Sit. Down"

Few centimeters separated us from each other, his chest too close to mine, I could feel how it swelled with each breath. He raised his hand to my face, letting me see his cut palm and dripping blood. Fear took hold of me, making me stand even more in my position, but I wasn’t going to give in so easily.

"You wouldn't" I looked him in the eye, defiant, longed for and everything in between.

"Try me"

It was all he said before grabbing onto my shoulders and pulling me back. My body collided with the table and instinctively I placed my hands on it. I heard how Armin and Mikasa tried to get closer to where we were, but a single glance from Eren made them stay still, submissive, as they lost in their positions. His gaze returned to mine. My breath hitched and I had to avoid with all my might thinking about the position we were entwined.

It wasn’t the time to think about how my hips were slightly elevated, just my butt up on the table and one leg dangling, his knee between my legs, preventing me from closing them and keeping the leg that was hanging in the air. His gaze wandered between our bodies and he returned to my eyes. He tightened his grip on my shoulders and pushed me to the side of the table, dropping me onto the chair next to the girl.

"I said. Sit. Down"

He took his hands off my shoulders, took the seat next to me and Armin and Mikasa sat with him, leaving an air of discomfort and tension in the environment.

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Captive

Chapter 12 - “Deserving”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your abilities are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9a ~ 9b ~ 10 ~ 11

AN: Christmas in May, anyone? Sorry this took so long, I just graduated from college! Also, I posted before and asked if you guys prefer to read fics on Wattpad or AO3, and I would love to have your input on that! I am trying to figure out which one I should post my fics on!

Word Count: Around 5000

Warnings: Mention of abuse and fluffy fluff

You tugged Bucky’s large shirt farther down your legs, tip-toeing down the hall before dawn. It would be Christmas in just a few hours and you had to make sure everything was perfect for the team. You had gotten a little creative with your presents, seeing as you didn’t have money of your own and didn’t know much about earning it. You were thankful that most of the team had hobbies of their own and made it much easier for you to find the supplies you needed to make homemade gifts. You worked very hard on their gifts.

Being what Bucky called “gifted,” you could feel the change in energy in each and every one of your friends. They rarely slept, but when they did, they were so exhausted that their eyes felt heavier than any weights they had lifted that day. And usually their nights were filled with restlessness, tossing and turning, and fighting the covers that were hands in their dreams. Their energy took on a light glow while they slept, one that pulsed with every beat of their heart. Their dreams sometimes became more and more unbearable, as those imaginary hands became their own and they were grasping the neck of another person. Uncontainable, unmanageable guilt became the burden of the night. And you only knew that because that’s what kept you awake; it’s also what kept Bucky awake.

“Everyone has their own shit.” He told you after waking up with a start one night, drenched in sweat. It was usually him comforting you, but this time it was the other way around. He was embarrassed; his dreams made him feel weak and powerless. That’s why you had chosen a dream catcher for him; it would catch those dreams and spirits that kept him awake.

You had been preparing for this for quite some time now, hiding the supplies you needed in your room, under your bed. You glanced at the newly decorated Christmas tree and smiled. When you were younger, your mom would decorate the whole house with you, and it was one of your favorite things in the world. She could be so kind and loving when she wanted. You smiled at one of the few good memories you had, especially ones with her. While she may have been cruel to you at times, she also had her fun moments. That’s what made hating her or resenting her so difficult.

While you were being held by Hydra, those were the moments that you thought about most. They are the things you dreamed of experiencing again. This just added even more complicated thoughts to your already spinning mind while you were with those evil men… to leave one abusive home for another.

You shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. You had work to do. The team was in for a treat. You had been preparing and practicing, not only for the decorations, but for another special surprise. You wouldn’t be able to do it for long, so the timing had to be perfect.

“Friday,” you whispered, “what time does everyone typically wake up?”

She ran through everyone’s schedules quickly and you nodded.

“How many of them use alarm clocks?” You asked, praying that she would say all of them.

“Sam.”

You cringed at that answer. “Alright, I’ll think of something…” You made quick work of the decorations, running as quietly as you could from one room to another. When you finished, you stepped back to admire your work.

Paper snowflakes hung from all over the ceiling, the tree was packed with colorful or shiny items, a copious amount of cotton balls had been stretched and torn to look like snow in various places around the tower, Christmas lights hung, and paper trees placed on shelves and tables. You grinned. It was so pretty. You began to jump on your heels slightly, excited for everyone to be awake. You had about two hours to finish up before they all started stirring. All you had to do was put the finishing touches on their gifts and place them under the tree.

You sprinted to your room, sweating from the amount of effort this was taking. You froze when you felt Natasha stir in her bed. She was the one you were most worried about waking. If she even felt a slight disturbance, she would immediately be out of bed to find out what was happening. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on her energy. You willed her to stay asleep, praying that she hadn’t heard you. You felt her relax, and your heart eased its rapid beating.

You gathered as many of their gifts as you could in your hands and brought them out by the tree. You rushed to place them under the tree nicely. You had begun to feel some of them awaken and you rushed to turn the Christmas lights on. You added last minute touches to the decorations, and finally you asked Friday to play Christmas music.

You felt Bucky begin to stir then. Your heart began to beat a little faster in your chest with nervous excitement. You couldn’t wait to see their reactions, but you were nervous that they wouldn’t like it. You hoped this would be enough. You wanted to make your first Christmas with them special. You wanted them to know that you were beginning to feel comfortable and loved when you were with them.

“Friday, can you turn the volume up please?” You asked quietly, toes wiggling in your worn slippers. Natasha was the first one out of bed, followed by Steve and Bucky. You could feel them move from their beds and see their energy begin to pulse a little brighter. You were grinning as you felt Tony begin to stir.

When you felt them all leave their rooms, you were nearly exploding with excitement. They were making their way toward the common area, most likely heading for the kitchen for breakfast and coffee. Bucky was falling a little behind the rest, and you were quick to send more energy toward him.

When they had all finally made their way down the hall and into the common area, you were quick to grin at them, “Merry Christmas!”

Their eyes were wide with shock as they took in the decorations and lights. Steve’s smile was growing and Natasha was leaning against the door frame with a small smirk on her lips. Bucky was staring at the ceiling, a look of amazement on his face.

“When did you do all of this?” Steve asked, hand running over the snow you had made from cotton balls.

“Last night! Do you like it?” You asked, feeling breathless.

“This is so pretty, (Y/N)!” Wanda exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug.

“Just promise me you’re gonna clean all this up when Christmas is over,” Tony stated dramatically. He suddenly seemed to notice the tree, “Gifts, huh?”

Sam elbowed him hard, silently telling him to shut up. He gestured in your direction. You were grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. You pulled away from Wanda, hopping on the balls of your feet a bit. You threw yourself into Bucky’s arms and hugged him tightly, barely able to contain your excitement. “Yes, um- I have gifts for you all, but do you want to eat first?” You clasped your hands in front of you and hopped in front of the kitchen, knowing that they would all want their morning coffee.

“I could use some coffee,” Natasha smiled. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, “Merry Christmas. You did an amazing job.”

“Did you happen to make breakfast? That would have been nice instead of you making a mess,” Tony asked in his typical tone, sauntering into the kitchen. You just rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. The rest of the team followed, leaving you and Bucky behind.

You turned to look at Bucky, meeting his unwavering gaze. “Merry Christmas,” you breathed, you tucked your hair behind your ear. “Do you like it?”

He made his way toward you slowly, tilting your head with his finger, his lips lingered against your forehead, “You are amazing…”

Once everyone had eaten, you were all gathered in the common area. Christmas movies were playing on the large screen, but the volume was low as you all talked happily with one another. You were seated on the floor between Wanda and Bucky’s legs. Natasha sat on the floor across from you. Steve was laughing about something Sam had said, fingers playing with one of the toy motorcycles hanging on the tree. Sam was seated on the arm of the loveseat that Tony had sprawled out in. You looked at each of them, a content smile on your face.

This was the first time since you were young that you had felt accepted. There would always be worms of doubt in your head, but for now, they were under control. They were not slinking their way into the moment. Your fingers brushed against Bucky’s calf and he looked down at you, only to find you grinning up at him. He leaned down to kiss your forehead.

There was wrapping paper and bows sprawled across the floor from their gifts. You had loved watching their eyes light up with warmth and happiness, and you felt a little bit of the weight you carried on your shoulders fall away. Natasha was wiggling her fingers in the mittens you made her, which made you smile and giggle.

“When I go to visit Clint, I’ll bring them the gifts,” she had told you when you pointed out that you made him and his family gifts as well.

“He said he wants to FaceTime later, so he can see them then.” Wanda interjected, smiling mischievously. They all had their own plans and gifts for you as well, but you had no idea.

You didn’t seem to care about receiving anything at all. “I made Thor something as well, but he will have to wait,” you giggled, thinking about how excited he would be to get the tiny hammer you had painted to look like mjolnir.

“So what you’re saying is that you stole from me.” Tony said sarcastically.

“Didn’t steal, I just borrowed... in a sense.” You giggled.

The team revealed that they hadn’t received a handmade gift in years and that they loved them. Each of them was playing with their gifts or wearing them. A moment of silence wrapped around everyone as they peered down at their gifts.

“I know it’s not much, and you’re all probably used to nicer things, but I hope you like them.” You said, sheepishly peering at your acquired family.

“We love them!” Wanda assured you.

“These are so much better than any gifts you could have bought us, (Y/N).” Natasha nodded.

“Even though you stole most of the stuff that you used,” Tony said, pulling his glasses down slightly, “you did good, kid.”

“Good,” you breathed a sigh of relief. You stood up slowly, pulling the ends of your shirt nervously, “I have one more surprise for you all.”

You carefully made your way to the doorway, standing behind the couch that Bucky and Wanda were sitting on. Everyone was watching you with questioning eyes, wondering what else you could have possibly made for them. “It might take a try or two, but I have been practicing this since my little incident a few weeks ago.” You admitted timidly.

Your heart was thudding hard in your chest, nerves making their way up your throat. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, and closed your eyes. You pictured gold, soft and twinkling, dancing in the sky. You imagined a gentle, gold glow and shimmers of it. You slowly opened your eyes. The team was staring upward, mouths agape and eyes awed. Tony pulled his glasses from his face, mouth open in amazement.

A golden, glowing river flowed above them. Shimmers and flecks of gold rained down slowly, twinkling brightly. Your typical ribbons were moving slowly, wrapping themselves into loose coils. You pushed yourself a little harder, motivated by the childlike wonder on your family’s faces. You conjured up tiny horses and faceless people, some ice skating, others dancing or playing in the golden snow in the space above your heads.

“Wow,” you heard Steve whisper in amazement. You smiled, watching the team closely with their soft and content faces. You loved making others happy. Your eyes flickered over to Bucky, and one of the ice skaters made their way to him. They spun gracefully in front of his nose. His smile was unforgettable.

But soon, you could feel your energy dimming, so you gave one last push. The gold above burst silently into thousands of golden flecks, hanging in the air for a second, and then lazily falling down onto the team. Sweat had collected on your upper lip from the amount of effort it took, and finally, you felt your energy give way.

The gold came flying back into your chest. You blew out a breath, hands shaking with exhaustion. The team looked over at you, smiles still on their faces. Subconsciously, you were aware that they didn’t look scared of your white eyes. You were smiling at them, proud of yourself for succeeding. You accomplished more than you thought you would have. Even if it was only for a minute or two, you had held it longer and made more images at one time than you ever had before.

“That was the coolest thing I have ever seen,” Sam muttered, mostly to himself, but the team was nodding in agreement.

“The little snowballs?” Steve asked, leaning over to him.

“The coolest!” Sam exclaimed.

You gave an airy laugh, feeling a little lightheaded. Bucky was at your side immediately, leading you to the couch.

“That was pretty badass, goldy locks! I thought you could only do that when you were scared!” Tony declared, looking a little stunned.

“I’ve been practicing in my room… far away from people, so…” you laughed lightly. Natasha was still looking upward, a dreamy look in her eyes. Her face was relaxed, in a faraway place. Wanda grasped your arm with excitement,

“Can you show me how to do that? I’ve never made images with mine!”

You giggled weakly, “I can try. I’m not quite sure how I do it, I just picture it in my head.”

“That was amazing, Doll,” Bucky whispered, lips grazing your ear.

“Thank you,” you sighed, snuggling deeper into the couch next to him.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He said quietly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You hummed happily in response, a tired smile on your lips. “That didn’t hurt you?” He asked quietly. The others were still talking about their favorite parts of your show.

You shook your head, taking a deep breath and continuing, “It did in the beginning, but after a while the pain just… went away.”

He nodded, kissing your temple, “Take a nap. We will be here when you wake up.” And as you started to doze off, you heard Bucky laugh and say, “But did you see the ice skater in front of my face?”

“Wake her up; I can’t wait any longer to give her our gifts!” You heard Wanda exclaim.

You suddenly felt cold, metallic fingers glide over your cheek, and your eyes fluttered. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” Sam exclaimed, sitting opposite of you behind the coffee table. The coffee table had gifts strewn all over it and your eyes widened slightly.

You looked around the room in question, “Those… are those for me?”

Steve tilted his head, while Natasha nodded at you, a soft smile gracing her face. Bucky was grinning widely beside you.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you whispered, shaking your head in disbelief, nervously tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Open mine first; you’re going to like it more than the others!” Tony teased, throwing a wink your way.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony, “We wanted to do this, trust me.”

“The bigger one is mine,” Tony pushed, ignoring the sappy moment you were having. You laughed and proceeded to open the array of gifts around you. You were surprised with each one, not expecting such generosity from them. Tony had gotten you a laptop and a phone because you “were behind the times.” Wanda had given you a gift card to a clothing boutique downtown, saying that she was going to take you shopping before the New Years party; this excited and terrified you at the same time. Natasha bought you adorable cow slippers after finding out that your favorite animals were cows. You immediately put them on and were repeatedly wiggling your toes in them. Steve and Sam gave you yellow boxing gloves and said that the matching punching bag was in the training room—it was even bedazzled at the bottom.

You couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, your face hurt from smiling and laughing so much.

“Clint’s calling!” Wanda exclaimed, placing her phone on the coffee table. She pressed the green button and up popped his face.

“That is so cool,” you whispered to Bucky, amazed at how quickly technology has changed.

“Gets me everytime,” he whispered back, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Clint exclaimed, his wife and children popping up to say hi. You grinned and waved back. “Hope I didn’t miss anything,” Clint said.

“Just in time,” Wanda assured him.

“Clint,” you started softly, “I made you and your family gifts; they’re not much, but—“

“They’re amazing, look!” Natasha interrupted you, turning the phone to show him the gifts you had made them.

“They’re gonna love the bears!” You heard Clint’s wife exclaim. “Thank you, (Y/N), we love them!”

“My turn to give you something though.” Clint said, and Natasha placed the phone back to face you. Everyone began to smile softly, knowing that Clint had worked hard to pull this one off. “After hearing about your grades and that you didn’t get to go to graduation, I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he explained, fiddling with his phone. Tony was quick to pull out his own and began swiping. You chewed the inside of your cheek, nerves growing as he continued to talk, “You worked so hard to fit in and I know that’s not easy, so I wanted to do this for you.” Tony swiped one last time, and an image of a high school diploma popped up above your head.

Your eyebrows drew together as you read the name of your school and a loud gasp burst through your lips. “That says my name!” You exclaimed, standing up to read it closely.

“I talked to your school and the school board, and had some people pull some strings,” Clint explained.

“It’s me. I’m some people,” Tony smiled cockily.

You covered your mouth in shock as you read your name over and over again. “You deserved this and so much more, kid,” Clint said softly. When he had heard what your mother did and that your chance to graduate was ripped from you as a teenager, he knew he had to do this for you. He pictured his own kids, and how proud he would be if they had achieved what you had. He had to do this for you.

Your bottom lip began to wobble, and you took a deep breath to keep them from falling.“I can’t begin to explain how much this means to me,” you whispered, voice cracking, “thank you so much.”

Clint smiled at you and his wife hugged him closer. She knew how much this meant to him and had helped him talk to your school board.

“I wish you were here so that I could hug you,” you laughed lightly, wiping away the stray tears that fell.

“You’ll see me soon, kid!” He laughed, loving that you were looking so happy.

“We have one more gift for you,” Steve said softly, “We’ve all talked it over, and decided that we think you’re ready.” Wanda grabbed your hand and smiled brightly at you, pulling you to sit back down next to her. You really couldn’t think of anything better than the gifts you had received so far.

“We are going to wait until after Tony’s New Years Eve party, but we think we should take you back to your hometown for a weekend.” The tears were immediate and fast paced. You buried your face in the sleeves of Bucky’s sweatshirt in an attempt to hide them.

“It’s up to you if you want to go, but we think you should visit,” Natasha whispered, pressing a comforting hand to your knee.

“I-I’m a li-little overwhelmed,” you blubbered, with a loud laugh. The team was quick to respond with their own quiet laughter. “I w-wanna show you guys my favorite book store!” You giggled, and this made them all laugh a little louder, “thank you all so much, I wish I could repay you for everything, for saving me… I just- I promise I will!”

“Aw, goldy locks!” Tony exclaimed, “I’ll take you up on that one day! For now, just try not to stab any of us with those gold things!”

You ripped your hands from your face to see that your fingertips were glowing brightly. Your eyes widened at the realization that your chest didn’t hurt. You held your hand out, watching as it shook with your emotions, but not with pain or agony. “It doesn’t hurt,” you whispered, sounding amazed.

“What?” Bucky asked you, leaning closer to hear what you had said.

“It doesn’t hurt… I didn’t know I was doing it and it didn’t hurt,” you stated, looking at him with wide eyes. You looked back at your hands, holding both of them out in front of you, pressing your energy forward slightly, testing the waters. Ribbons wrapped themselves around your fingers, moving slowly, looking like snakes as they made their way to the ground. You were so overwhelmed with emotions—joy, relief, happiness, disbelief— were you finally free from the agony? What had changed? Was it that you finally felt loved? Your lips twitched with a shaky smile. Bucky made eye contact with Steve, and the two of them were so proud of how far you had come in the short, few months you had been with them.

Careful, that evil voice spoke in the back of your head, don’t get too cocky now. You don’t want to lose control.

You gasped, letting out a quiet yelp. Your energy shot violently back into your body and you wheezed at the suddenness of it all.

“Whoa,” Bucky cooed, grasping your shoulders to steady you, “you’re alright, you’re fine.”

“S-sorry,” you stuttered breathlessly, “I got nervous.”

“You’ve pushed yourself quite a bit today,” Wanda assured you softly, after peeking inside your thoughts for a split second.

You sat back into Bucky’s chest, nodding absentmindedly.

“Yeah, I think that’s enough of the golden light show,” Tony stated, grasping Wanda’s phone, “not that we don’t love to see what you can do because what you did earlier was amazing, and Barton missed it all!” He pointed and laughed sarcastically.

“It was pretty cool, Barton!” Natasha agreed, smirking at the phone.

“What? What did I miss?” He cried, making you giggle and shake your head at their teasing.

After the team had opened all their gifts and dispersed to relax or prepare for the night ahead, you were left alone with Bucky.

“Hey, Doll,” he cooed against your forehead, loving the sleepy look on your face. You hummed a response. Your head was buried in his chest, breathing in his comforting smell. His body was humming with soft energy, causing you to relax even deeper into his side. “I got you a gift,” he whispered.

You looked up at him, secretly reveling in the fact that he remembered to get you something. You were a little disappointed earlier when you hadn’t received anything from him, of all people. Not that it was about the gift, but the thought behind it. You had believed, for just a moment, that he had forgotten to get you something.

“Oh, yeah?” You grinned, inching closer to his face. He grinned right back before reaching behind the couch and pulling out a small box. “Oh, Bucky, no…” you pouted, knowing full well that it was jewelry, based on the box alone.

“Just open it,” he chuckled, pushing it into your hands.

“I can’t accept this,” you objected weakly, smiling at him as you pushed it back at him.

“You haven’t even opened it yet!” He laughed, removing his hands completely from the box to force you to catch it.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously as you lifted the lid of the box to reveal a garnet ring. It was encased in a gold cage and placed nicely on top of a golden band. You looked up at him with pure bliss. “It’s a garnet,” you whispered happily, fingers running over the gem.

“It is,” he nodded, moving your hair away from your neck, “I- um- I did a lot of research and garnets are known as the stone of courage, and they are worn to guard against danger… and they are also supposed to help with the - um- heart and blood and stuff… Plus, I wanted to get you your own ring, so that you wouldn’t have to keep borrowing Wanda’s.” He was mumbling nervously now, unsure about his gift now that it was being opened.

You grinned up at him, “I love it, Bucky, thank you. This is too much.”

A sigh of relief whooshed past his lips, but he was quick to replace it with his mock confidence. You adored that he had put so much thought into it for you, knowing that it was no coincidence that it was this particular stone. “I hope you don’t think it’s weird that I got you something so…” he mumbled again, watching as you removed Wanda’s ring from your small finger, and replaced it with his.

“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t think it’s weird. I actually think it’s very sweet.”

The two of you fell into a tense silence, and you both found that nerves had settled in your stomachs. You bit your lip and glanced at Bucky quickly. His eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration. His eyes looked far away. You tilted your head to the side, looking at him curiously.

“You okay?” You asked quietly, unsure what was happening.

“Yeah...yes, I just have to do something,” he rushed out, startling you.

His hands were quick to encase your face.

He pulled you forward in one motion, and his lips found yours. You jumped instinctively, but as soon as your brain caught up with your body, your lips were moving in perfect sync with his. His hands found their way to the back of your head, tangling his fingers at your roots. Your shaky hands were taking their time to find his bearded face, and you sighed into his mouth.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to remember how many times you had imagined this moment with him, but every time you had, you pictured yourself being a nervous mess. This time, though, you found yourself more comforted by his lips than anything. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed this from him. He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath.

“I have been wanting to do that for so long,” He whispered, lips grazing your nose. You hummed, eyes still closed. There was a sense of comfort that you had never experienced before, and while your heart raced in your ears, it wasn’t from fear, but from excitement. “I hope that was okay,” He whispered, his metal hand moving the strand of hair that fell in your face.

You nodded, eyes fluttering open to look at him, “It was more than okay.”

This was a first for you. A first of feeling this heart wrenching excitement, and your first kiss. You didn’t know if you should tell him, but before you could stop yourself, you pressed another kiss to his lips. “That was my, um— that was my first...“

Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he looked over your features. His eyes suddenly went wide, “That was your first kiss?” He grabbed your tiny hands in his.

The side of your mouth quirked, and you shyly looked down at your joined hands, nodding.

“Oh, baby,” He murmured, pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t tell if there was pity or admiration in his eyes, but you couldn’t get yourself to feel anything other than overwhelming elation. “I can’t wait to show you how much more there is to life than the inside of a cell… if you let me…”

You smiled up at him, big and wide. You couldn’t wait either.

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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The Mark

I wrote a soulamte au just becasue i had to, to get it out of my mind. and im posting it without putting too much work into it because i doubt ill work on it more since I always have so much i want to do. enjoy my SoulmateAU Tendou fic.

Tendou Satori x reader

The Soulmate au is this; when you first touch your soulmate it leaves a mark, a birthmark will bloom under the skin in the shape of the touch within 24 hours max.

“Oh!” You laugh in shock as a redheaded boy walks into you, pushing you into your locker door and effectively closing it with a bang, he reaches out grabbing your shoulder to steady you “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking!” You recognize him as the boy on the volleyball team, the smart, goofy, one, the one you happen to be crushing hard for. Your hand reaches out, grabbing his ribs to keep your balance, “no worries” you chuckle and smile at him, looking into his red eyes. It was like you both were in your own world for a few seconds, smiling like fools, until the other boy he was with, who you recognized as Ushijima, called his name “Tendou..?” He shakes his head “right!” Tendou says enthusiastically and nods at him before turning back to you “sorry…again” he laughs as he takes off running after Ushijima who walked away without him. You watch him as he goes, amused with the whole interaction. He turns to look back at you with a goofy smile and bumps into the back of Ushijima. You laugh at him and he laughs as Ushijima just shakes his head, both of them disappearing into the gym.

In the middle of practice when the team takes a water break, Tendou is right back next to Ushijima asking about you “Do you know her?” Tendou leans in close to Ushijima, patiently waiting for a response “that’s y/f/n y/l/n. She’s the captain of the girls volleyball team” “she’s cuuuute Ushijima” Ushijima just shrugs and takes a long drink. “So she’s on the volleyball team, that means she’s just next door…” Ushijima knew he was up to something but didn’t feel the need to stop him. Tendou runs to the edge of the thick blue divider in the giant gym, peaking around the corner and looking around at the circle of girls until he spots you, you were on the right of the circle, passing the ball around between you all as a way to stay warm while on a break.

“So” you say as you use your fingertips to pass the ball up to another girl, “what do you think of Tendou..?” You ask and they chuckle “the guess monster?” Your vice captain/ best friend asks and another girl says quietly “I think he’s scary” you frown “I think… I don’t even know him! But I want to” you smile and your best friend laughs “you like him!?” she teases a little too loud, her words making Tendou’s ears turn red. You pass the ball aiming for her head, with just a little too much force, she just catches the ball and laughs harder. you sigh and raise your arms in the air “I can’t help it! He ran into me today on accident. He’s so adorable and he’s goofy and he sings those silly songs and it makes my heart happy. I don’t know him and I don’t know how to talk to him. I get so nervous! what if he has a soulmate already” You shake your head and decide to get back to practice “let’s work on receives and spikes” the circle splits and your head turns as you change positions, catching the fluff of red hair disappearing around the corner of the divide. Your stomach flips, ‘I hope he didn’t hear me!’ you think to yourself.

you try to focus and just finish your practice but you can’t stop thinking about him eavesdropping on you saying you like him, your girls kept teasing you for your perma-blushing.

That night you didn't look in the mirror after your shower, you just got dressed, not noticing the already blooming dark mark on your skin, a thumb across your collarbone and three fingers on the top of your shoulder.

The next morning when you go to your locker you find him leaning up against it, looking for you. “Hey!” he says as you approach, “hey” you respond with a chuckle “whats up?” you ask and he smiles “I wanted to talk to you” you open your locker and take out a book, shoving it in your backpack, “oh yeah? About what?” you ask and he chuckles, turning his body to lean against the lockers “have lunch with me today” he says and you laugh “i can’t, i have volleyball stuff during lunch. Walk me home?” you suggest and he nods “deal” he says and you chuckle again. The bell rings and you close your locker “see you later, Tendou” you smile sweetly before turning and walking down the hall to your classroom.

“Fancy seeing you here” he says as you walk through the gym doors “waiting for me huh? How sweet” you smile when you make eye contact with the boy leaning against the wall, “what can i say?” he shrugs “I’m a sweet guy” you laugh “I hope I get to see more of that then” he smiles wide ''y/n! “ Your coach yells and you raise your hand signalling you heard her, your shirt moves as your arm does, showing a little of your mark on your collarbone, catching his eye and making his heart race “You walking me home still?” you ask as you start to back away from him “you know it!” he responds and you smile and nod “good. See you later then” you wink at him, grinning at his blush, then turn, running off to your side of the gym.

After his practice he’s walking slowly to the locker room, staring at himself in the locker room mirror for five minutes, trying to convince himself to lift his shirt. He can feel the touch of your hand on his ribs from the day before, an electric pressure against his ribs. He knows it's in his head from thinking about it for the last hour or so but he’s so nervous. He never thought he’d get his soulmate mark and he was okay with that, he didn't want someone to be forced to be with him, everyone usually thought he was scary. He took a shaky breath and slowly grabbed the hem of his shirt, raising it over his head with his eyes closed. Letting his breath out slowly before slowly opening one of his eyes and peaking.his eyes both open wide as he stares and his heart skipped when he saw the small mark across his ribs. The perfect mark of where your hand had touched him. A grin broke out on his face and as much as he was terrified you’d be sad that your soulmate was him, he was elated that you were his. His heart beat double time, his stomach twisted in a knot of butterflies as laughter bubbles from his chest. “Ushijima..” he laughs “USHIJIMA!” he yells, taking off towards the showers to show his best friend his soulmate mark.

“See you guys in the morning, don’t forget to bring your forms for training camp” you say to your team as you exit the locker rooms, a few of them wiggling their eyebrows as they notice Tendou waiting for you with the biggest grin. “See you laterrr captain!” they yell, laughing as they walk in a different direction. You shake your head before turning to greet the excited boy “How was practice?” he asks and you smile “it was good, lots of improvement. How about yours?” you stand in the hallway, feeling a little awkward when he doesn’t go to leave. “Mine was good as well, you should come to one of our games and see me play” he says and you chuckle “Tendou I go to all the volleyball games already” his eyes widen “you do?!” you nod “yeah. I’m friends with all the managers from the teams in our prefecture so we usually meet up and hang out, plus watching volleyball helps me know how i can improve.” he grins “so you’ll be at our game this saturday?” you laugh “yep! I'll be there” he nods and puts his hands behind his head “good! I’ll make sure to play my best for you then” you shake your head with a smile and nudge him with your elbow “I look forward to seeing you play, Tendou” you turn to walk away and he hesitates”wait!” he yells and then laughs a little awkwardly at his outburst “I need to show you something” his voice was quiet as he took your hand and gently pulled you into the now empty gym with him.

You wondered why he was so nervous all of a sudden (you didn't shower at school, didn't like carrying heavy shampoo bottles, so you still don’t know about the mark) “What’s up Tendou?” you ask, concern in your voice. He clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something but stops himself, shaking his head softly. “Just, look.” he says and slowly raise his shirt, “wait what are -?” you fall silent when the palm print shows. You point at it, open your mouth, look into his eyes, close your mouth again. You suck in a breath and then quickly drop your backpack, pull your hoodie over your head as quick as possible, fumbling when it gets stuck on your pony, ripping it off your head in a rush and blushing with his chuckle at you.

You shove the shoulder of your shirt down and gasp at the print on your shoulder. You point at your mark, then slowly point at his, your voice shaking when you whisper “yesterday..?” and he nods, his palms are sweaty so he wipes his empty palm on his jeans, the only holding up his shirt just tightens into a fist, he's so worried that you’ll be sad and think he’s the worst one to get stuck with. Expecting an “oh no” to come out of your mouth next. He closes his eyes and braces himself for the rejection, still holding his shirt up but he doesn't realize.

He gasps and his eyes flick open when he feels your soft hand rest on his ribs over the mark. “you’re my..soulmate” you whisper, a small wistful smile on your lips as your fingers brush across the mark as your thumb brushes across your own. He places his fingers gently over your mark and you look up into his gorgeous red eyes, your smile growing when you see the sweet look in his eyes. “Tendou, how do you feel about this?” you brush the backs of your fingers against the mark on his ribs before gently taking his shirt from his tight fist, letting his shirt down, never taking your eyes from his.

“I..” he clears his throat, deciding to be honest, you were his soulmate after all, “I don't want you to be disappointed that your soulmate is me.. is a.. is a monster” the quick burst of a laugh that comes from your lips echoes throughout the gym and he furrows his brows, your close all distance between you, feeling confident in touching him since you know you are soulmates “Tendou, no” you say softly as you cup his face in your hands, your thumbs softly brushing his cheek bones “never in a million years could I ever,” you lean in a little closer and drop your voice “and i mean never ever,” the corners of his lips start to turn up into a smile, “think you are a monster” you smile warmly up at him, he’s blushing now and his smile is genuine, you test out calling him his real name “Satori” his eyes widen and his face flushes darker. You chuckle and move your hands to his neck “i know people call you the guess monster, they call you scary, but I need you to know that I have NEVER thought of you that way or even agreed with any of it.” his eyes filled with tears and he scrunched them shut, a few of them rolling down his cheeks. He already knew he would love you so easily, he would give you anything. You stand on your tip toes and kiss his cheeks, kissing away his tears. His heart practically stops then, such a sweet action but it made him feel so loved already.

“Are you.. Are you happy that I’m your soulmate?” you ask shyly, your eyebrows furrowed, you're feeling a little nervous now. His eyes pop open and his arms fly out, wrapping around your waist and holding you to him tight “You have no idea how truly e l a t e d I am. I am so happy, y/f/n” he says quickly, his eyes looking into yours, showing how concerned he was that you would think any different. You giggle then, making him sigh softly and smile, tucking your hair behind your ear, crazy from when you took your hoodie off. You blush “oh i’m so embarrassed” you reach up to fix it and he laughs shaking his head, “let me” his voice is soft and it halts your actions.

He takes off your pony, slipping it on his wrist, and runs his fingers gently through your hair, smoothing it down and enjoying the soft feel of it in his fingers. “There” he places his hands on your neck, softly running his fingers across your skin “thank you” your voice is barely a whisper and you lick your lips, swallowing hard. His hair is still damp from his shower and his hands on your neck are warm, your run your hands down his chest and leave them there. You admire his eyes and the slope of his sharp nose and jaw. “You're beautiful” you whisper and then blush a deep red out of embarrassment “sorry i-” he laughs “no. don't be sorry. I'm so glad you think that. You are the most gorgeous person I've ever seen, i feel so lucky” he cocks his head and cups your cheek. Your body feels like it's buzzing, like everything is finally in place and there is no way other than up. You realize that life is still hard but you never expected to meet your soulmate so young. “Do you want to tell people?” you ask and he laughs “there is NO WAY i could hide my soulmate and pretend otherwise” you beam up at him “i'm glad you feel that way because i want to tell everyone” you gush and he nods “i already told my team” he says with a smile and you laugh, he was so adorable, it made your soul happy. “That's so cute” you say softly and he blushes “should we tell our parents?” you whisper and bring your hand to your chin, considering the options.

His laugh makes you smile “I already texted my mom” he says and you laugh with him “perfect. Okay. Oh my mom is going to be mad if i'm late home though!” you realize you're still standing in the gym at school and you back away from him, picking up and putting back on your hoodie and throwing your backpack back on. You reach your hand out to him “Still walking me home?” you ask and he nods lacing your fingers together with his “would you mind if i started doing it every day?” he asks and you shake your head “I would LOVE it if you did” you reassure him and he nods “good” he says with a chuckle. At the door of the gym you stall though, realizing you forgot to do something “wait” he turns back “what’s up?” he asks and cocks his head as he looks into your eyes “can I..” you chuckle and look down at your entwined fingers “can I kiss you?” you ask and a grin spreads across his lips before he cups you cheek and turns your face towards him “yes please” he whispers and leans down, connecting your lips in a sweet first kiss, soft and warm with the perfect amount of pressure. Your breath leaves your lungs and your heart beats hard against your rib cage. When he pulls back you both have matching blushing cheeks. “Yeah we are definitely going to be doing that a lot more” you chuckle and then squeeze his hand, slipping out the gym and heading home with him, so excited to get to know him, your soulmate.

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falcqns · 4 years ago

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Mad

Pairing: post endgame!Bucky Barnes x Barton!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a hard time coming to terms with Steve’s departure.

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, Steve Rogers slander, first kiss.

A/N: As usual, this came from a shifting experience! Poor Bucky just needs a hug :( Hope you enjoy!

You tossed and turned in your bed. No matter what you did, you couldn't fall asleep. You never had trouble sleeping, so you didn't know why you were up. You decided to give up on sleep, and turned on your lamp on to read for a little while. You had only red two pages when you heard Bucky’s door shut and you heard his heavy footfalls make their way to the living room.

You decided to stop reading for a little bit and check up on him. He was quite distant with you, considering that he had met you a few weeks ago, but the rest of the remaining Avengers had warmed up to you already, and you were unsure why he seemed to avoid you. There was always a nagging thought at the back of your head that made you think he hated you, but you didn't want to assume anything.

Bucky, on the other hand, was absolutely terrified of you. Well, not of YOU, but of hurting you. The first time he met you, he immediately took notice of how your eyes were locked on his metal arm, and he immediately felt like he needed to remove himself from the situation before he scared you even more than he had. Over the course of you living here, he had begun to notice how much he liked you, and that thought terrified him even more. Since Steve left him to go back to Peggy, he was terrified to get close to anyone. He was a super soldier, and logically knew that he would most likely outlive those who he loved dearly, another thought that terrified him. He hated being alone, but he wanted to seclude himself to spare himself the inevitable pain.

When he had awoken from his most recent nightmare, his first instinct was to run to Steve. Steve had nightmares as well, but not at Bucky’s level, and he had always been good at calming Bucky down. But, the realization that Steve had left him for a girl he kissed once, soon washed over with him, and he felt the feeling of abandonment creep up on him once more. As he looked around the room, all he could see was Steve. Steve had done everything in his power to make sure Bucky felt safe and at home in the compound before he left, and Bucky should have known he was compensating for something. He was never one to splurge, after growing up with almost nothing. He felt his chest tightening, and he couldn't bare to stay in that room any longer.

He stood up, and walked out of his bedroom to head to the living room. He passed your door, and briefly considered seeing if you were awake, but decided against it. You were already scared of him as it was, and he didn't want to cause that fear to grow. He continued on to the living room, and took a seat on the sofa. He stared at the dark TV, almost willing it to turn on by itself so he didn't have to touch something Steve had. A few minutes later, he heard your bedroom door open, and was prepared to apologize for scaring you before heading back to that god forsaken room where he didn't want to spend another second, until you walked in the living room and sat next to him, shoulders almost touching.

“Are you okay?” You asked, and you noticed his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why were you talking to him? You were terrified of him, and he didn't want to force you to do something you were scared to do. But, he was intrigued. Maybe, he had read you all wrong at your first interaction. So, he shook his head.

“No. But I will be. I’m sorry I woke you up,” He said in a timid voice, not making eye contact.

You gave him a soft smile even though he couldn't see it. “You didn't wake me. I was having troubles sleeping. It seems you are too, so I decided to come and see if you were okay.” You said, and your smile grew when you noticed he slowly turned to face you, although his eyes remained locked on the ground.

“I-I thought you were scared of me,” He admitted, and your brows furrowed.

“Why would I be scared of you, Bucky?” You asked, and he looked up at you, tears brimming in his steel blue eyes. You rested your hand on his thigh for comfort when he spoke again.

“T-The first time we met, I noticed you staring at my arm, and I instantly thought you were scared of me because of it, because of what it could do, and because of what it has done. Of what I’ve done. T-Thats why I avoided you, and never spoke to you. I didn't want to give you any more reasons to be scared of me.” He said, a sniffle following his little speech.

You inched closer to him. “Before I met you, and before you were revealed to be him, I was. Dad had told me the things that HYDRA made you do, and it was scary. I think I was just scared that dad’s life would be in danger because of his affiliation with S.H.I.E.L.D., but when it was announced during th Accords situation that you were The Winter Soldier, I knew it wasn't your fault. I had learned about you from going to the museum with my dad when I was little, and I was always fascinated by you. I knew HYDRA had to be brainwashing you. I brought it up to Dad and he agreed. You are NOT The Winter Soldier, Bucky. You are Bucky Barnes, the boy who risked his life for his best friend without question. You are not what they made you. I was staring at your arm because I thought it was cool, and because my best friend made it. She told me all about you whenever I called her. About how you would entertain the Wakandan children, how you raised those goats, and took care of the land you were given to protect. She told me how the first words you spoke to her was “Thank you.” You deserve to be happy, and not to live in fear.” You said. You watched as Bucky’s chin and lower lip trembled before he launched himself into your arms, hugging you tight to his chest. He hugged you to his chest like a teddy bear, and almost afraid to let go.

You ran your hand up and down his back to soothe him, and he eventually got ahold of his emotions enough to pull away. You noticed something lingering behind his eyes, and asked him another question.

“What else is going on, Bucky? I know something else is wrong,” You said, and he sighed.

“I’m mad.” He said, and looked up at you, almost half expecting you to realize you were scared of him and take off running. But, when you didn't, instead taking his metal hand into yours for comfort and reassurance, he spoke again. “I’m so mad. At Steve, so much. I took care of him for a lot of his life. I stood by him, and I fought beside him. I lost almost 70 years of my life because I was fighting HYDRA with him, only to be caught by them, and have to be tortured for 20 fucking years and slowly lose my memories of him, and my old life. Then, I save him, escape HYDRA, he finds me, helps me, and him and I fight side by side again. Then I died. For him. Did you know he didn't even talk to me until the final fight was over? Not a single goddamned from him while I fought for him. I thought, that when Thanos was finally turned to dust, he and I would be okay. That we would have a normal life. That we could reconcile all those years we lost because of HYDRA depriving us both of that. But, he chose her.” He said, tears rolling down his face.

“He chose a woman that he kissed ONCE, over his best friend since childhood. I was the one who took care of him whenever he got sick. I was the one who stepped in whenever he got beat up. I’m the one that got captured by HYDRA because I was fighting FOR HIM. And he still chose her, the girl who helped him become Captain America. It fucking hurts. Maybe if I hadn't been snapped away, he wouldn't have gone back. Maybe-” He ranted, and you cut him off with a hug.

“Don’t you dare blame yourself. His choice was a purely selfish one, and it was the wrong one. It had nothing to do with you. You risked everything for him, more than once, and its so shitty that he wouldn't do the same for you. If he was here right now, I would kill him. For everything he put you through. He thought about himself, and this was the one time he shouldn't have. But don't blame yourself. It was ultimately his decision, not yours.” You said, and slowly, Bucky melted into your embrace.

He rubbed his stubbly cheeks against yours, and slowly pulled out of the hug. He pressed his forehead to yours, and his eyes drifted over your features. He had noticed how beautiful you were, and he knew he had a crush on you. But, he always saw you as untouchable. Your father was Clint Barton, the best archer in the world, and he really didn't want an arrow in the head. But, right now, as he rested his head against yours, watched your slow smile spreading across your lips, and smelled your scent, he couldn't think of any of the reasons why he never let himself be happy, especially with you.

Without thinking, his eyes locked on your lips, and he slowly pressed his against yours. He tensed up when you didn’t return it for a few seconds, but relaxed when he felt you kiss him back. He pulled away when the need for air became dire, and rested his flesh hand against your cheek.

“Thank you. This is the first conversation I’ve had with you, and you've already helped me immensely. C-Can I take you out on a date?” He asked timidly.

Your face broke out into a huge smile. “Of course, Bucky.”

Bucky felt tears springing to his eyes, and pressed his lips to yours again, tugging you into his lap in the process. And for once in the last two weeks, he wasn't mad at Steve. If it wasn't for Steve leaving, he wouldn't have you.

And you were all he needed.

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For your prompt thing, bakugou, werewolf, "don't look"?

thank you for this what a good combo

↳ bakugou katsuki x reader → ❝puppy❞

event: au prompts summary: your boyfriend bakugou refuses to show you his wolf form and your starting to think it’s because he doesn’t trust you. word count: 2,244 tags/warnings: werewolf!au, arguments, light angst, insecurites, hurt/comfort, fluff a/n: posting in the afternoon and putting my taglist who am i?

Bakugou was stubborn, that was a fact. Bakugou was also a werewolf, the alpha of his pack. You had also been dating him for a few months now and he had refused to show you his wolf form, not for lack of you trying to convince him.

Initially, it had been a shock to find out that your boyfriend was a werewolf, I mean who wouldn’t be surprised. You had been friends with Bakugou before you started dating and you had never suspected anything. A few weeks into your relationship he told you. You felt sympathy for Bakugou, you knew he hated lying and even though hiding a secret wasn’t exactly lying you knew he felt bad about it.

In his defense, you had never asked if he was a werewolf. You had told Bakugou over and over that you understood why he couldn’t tell you right away and weren’t upset at all but he had been upset with himself for a while. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t use it to get some cuddles from him.

Bakugou had been open in explaining things about werewolves and their packs. He had even introduced you to his pack members which he pretended to be annoyed by but it was easy to see he cared about them.

There was one thing that he hadn’t shown you and that you were dying to see. His wolf form. At first, you had assumed he would have shown you when the time arose but it quickly became clear that he was avoiding showing you. Eventually, you asked him outright but he refused and would not give you a reason why he would just tell you to stop asking.

You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t hurt your feelings? Did he not trust you? Was it something you only did with someone you knew you were going to stay with? What if Bakugou wasn’t serious about staying with you?

It seemed inevitable that things would end in a fight. It might shock most people but you never really argued with Bakugou, at least not seriously, you usually agreed on most things, and even when petty subjects came up you both were quick to sort them out.

The two of you had been lounging around your apartment after dinner. Bakugou always cooked such amazing meals for you. You had been curled up in his arms watching TV when you brought it up. In retrospect, you should have brought it up another time or in the least, you should have expressed yourself better rather than just jumping to conclusions but hindsight was twenty-twenty.

“I want to see your wolf form.” You said looking up at him from your spot against his chest.

“I told you no.” He said not looking away from the screen.

“Katsuki.” You whined.

“I said no, how many time do I have to tell you before you get it through your thick skull?” He nearly growled.

“Oh, so I’m stupid?” You said sitting up.

“That’s not what I said.” He said as he sat up from his lounging position.

“That doesn’t mean it’s not what you meant.” You said you could already feel the angry tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry. “I’m starting to think the reason you won’t show me is because you don’t trust me.”

“Of course I trust you, how can you question that?” He said. “I just don’t want to show you, why can’t you just take ‘no’ for an answer?!”

“I’m starting to think the reason you don’t want to show me is because you don’t plan on keeping me around that long.” You said standing up. You had to get out of here, you wanted to be anywhere but here. Your emotions welled up in you and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I mean why would you want to, I’ve never been good enough for you.”

Before he could say anything you left, slamming the front door as you did. You ran as fast as you could down the city streets hoping he wouldn’t follow you. You were so stupid why had you brought it up? You knew you were having a bad day, sometimes it was impossible to push away the insecurities that plagued you. It was just so hard to imagine why someone like Bakugou would be with you. He was way out of your league and it was only a matter of time till he realized that, or maybe he already had.

It was dark and cold. The streets were empty. You had left so quickly you hadn’t grabbed a coat or your phone and now you weren’t even sure where you were.

“Well, well, well.” A voice came from the alley you were walking past. It felt like you had no control, freezing in place. “What are the chances that Bakugou’s mate would end up in our part of town.”

Before you even saw the person you could feel a chill down your spine. The figure stepped out of the alley to reveal a tall, intimidating man. Even with just one sentence of context, you were able to realize this was a bad situation. This must have been the rival pack Bakugou had mentioned. Why hadn’t you just stayed home?

“Why am I not surprised that idiot would let his mate end up on the wrong side of town?” His tone was condescending. Hearing someone call you his mate was odd, you had never heard Bakugou refer to you as that. “Or maybe it’s just you that’s stupid? I can’t blame you for wanting to be away from that mutt. He’s really intolerable.”

“Don’t talk about him like that.” You tried to sound intimidating but your voice was shaky.

“Aww how cute, defending his honor.” He mocked. “But still can’t understand the appeal of a weak human.”

The closer he approached the more scared you were. If you run there was no doubt he would chase you down and you knew there was no way you were faster than him. The man grabbed your chin between his fingers.

“Get your hands off my mate.” You heard a loud growl from behind you. The sound of Bakugou’s voice already making you feel safe.

The man in front of you smirked tightening his grip.

“Ah, just the man I was looking for.” He said.

“Don’t look,” Bakugou said, you knew he was talking to you.

You weren’t sure exactly what was going to happen but you listened to your boyfriend, closing your eyes. Everything happened so quickly, it got loud. Growling surrounded you and you felt fur brush past your hand as the man’s grip was released. It felt like forever and only a moment at the same time. You heard a loud yelp and whine.

You couldn’t stop yourself, your eyes opening scared that Bakugou had been hurt. In front of you stood a large blond wolf with familiar red eyes. There was a line of blood across his jaw as well as red-stained fur at his neck. You knew this was Bakugou. You could see the other wolf running off with his tail between his legs.

“Katsuki?” You said you could tell he was tense. Was it possible for a wolf to look ashamed? You knew he hadn’t wanted you to see him like this. You covered your eyes with your hands, a pointless move considering you had already seen him but you hope he understood it as you trying to respect his wishes. You wanted to see his wolf form but not like this.

You didn’t expect to feel a nudge against your hand. Opening your eyes you saw him pressing his face against your hand. The gentle touch brought you to tears, the events of the night catching up to you. You fell to your knees wrapping your arms around his furry neck, careful of the wound there. Your stomach dropped, if you hadn’t been so dramatic he wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

Bakugou made a noise before pointing his nose in a direction. You realized he probably wanted to go home. You spotted his clothes that had been tossed aside. You grabbed them and followed Bakugou home

Thankfully there were not many people out except for a few that gave you odd looks and one woman who told you to put your dog on a leash which earned a growl from Bakugou as you sheepishly apologized.

Once you returned to your apartment Bakugou took his clothes in his mouth and went into the other room before returning in his human form. The gash was still present on his jaw and now you could make out the bite marks on his neck which only served to bring your tears back.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, Bakugou moved towards you unable to resist comforting you. His strong arms wrapped around you pulling you to his chest.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I said.” He sighed. “I should have realized how I was making you feel.”

“I should have told you differently.” You said. “I should have just respected your choice. It’s my fault your hurt.”

“It’s not your fault,” Bakugou said firmly.

Bakugou’s hand brushed against your hair, pressing you even closer to him. After a moment his hand rested against your cheek, lifting your gaze to his.

“I thought that you would be scared of me when I’m like that and the thought of you looking at me like that terrified me more than anything else could.” He said. The vulnerability that he was showing you was overwhelming, you knew Bakugou could never do this with anyone else. “I love you so much and I hate that I could ever make you feel like your anything other than perfect for me. Because you are perfect. If anyone isn’t worthy, it’s me.”

“Don’t say that.” You said covering his hand on your cheek with your own. Bakugou leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let me patch you up?”

Bakugou nodded and you lead him to your bathroom, he took a seat on the counter as you grabbed your first aid kit. You stood between his legs, dabbing a disinfectant cloth against his cheek. You let out a sigh of guilt at how deep the wound on his neck looked.

“Don’t worry, I heal fast. It’ll be gone by tomorrow.” He said, placing a hand on your waist.

“I know but I still feel bad.” You said as you continued your work.

After a few silent moments, you recalled something that had been said tonight.

“You called me your mate.” You stated, not making direct eye contact with Bakugou but glancing at his expression from the corner of your eye.

“I did.” He said as if there was nothing to talk about.

“You’ve never called me that before.”

“Not in front of you.” He admitted.

“What does it mean? I mean I know what the word means but what does it mean from you?” You questioned, you could already feel your stomach flipping in nervousness.

“It’s your other half. Someone you intend on being with until you die.” He said, even though he tried to sound nonchalant you could tell he was nervous. Butterflies filled your stomach and you looked at him directly now.

“Until you die?” You questioned. You couldn’t ignore the bright blush on Bakugou’s cheeks as he tried to avoid looking at you.

“Uh, yeah.” He said. “I know it’s a lot that’s why I haven’t said it in front of you. Humans are different. For werewolves it’s hard for us to trust but once we do it’s unbreakable. Once I trusted you I knew you were the only one I’d ever love.”

For what felt like the millionth time tonight you teared up but now it was in happiness. You couldn’t stop yourself from hugging Bakugou tight as you could.

“I love you, and I don’t ever want to be with anyone else.” You said into his chest.

Bakugou pressed his face into your neck breathing deeply, hands gripping into your shirt.

Finally, after you had showered and changed into bed clothes you laid in bed beside Bakugou, gently tracing the lines and edges of his face taking in everything you loved about him. Bakugou’s hands rested on your waist holding you close to him.

“I was scared tonight, I tracked your scent and when I caught scent of that other wolf I thought-” He said.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You shushed him, cupping his cheek looking deeply into his red eyes. “I’m okay, I’m right here. It’s all over.”

“I know. I don’t ever want to do that again.” He said.

“Me either.” You said brushing your thumb against his face.

There was a peaceful silence as you enjoyed each other’s presence, soft breaths in time with each other.

“So will you show me your wolf form again?” You asked. “Not right now but later. As much as I’d love to snuggle with a wolf I think I prefer to cuddle with someone that can hold me back right now.” You teased.

“Yes.” Bakugou sighed rolling his eyes at your attempt at humor.

“Good, you’re a really cute puppy.” You smiled.

“Normally, I wouldn’t allow that but I’ll let that slide tonight.” He said in a low growl.

“Whatever you say, puppy.” You teased.

Bakugou sighed before pressing your head against his chest.

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