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Once Upon A Friendship

Pairing: Childhood Bestie!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.6k~ guys i obviously have a problem, my fics just keep getting longer and longer and idk how to stop

Rating: Teens and up!

Disclaimer: Well, well, here we are~ submitting this lil ficlet for @witchywithwhiskey's Slasher Summer Writing Challenge using the following prompts: carnival/county fair + forced proximity + "You think that's blood?". & Because I also wanted to engage with our writers community even more cuz <3, -- I'm also submitting this to @the-slumberparty Sundae Bar challenge: Chocolate (secrets will be REVEALED), butter scotch (childhood friends and the feelz is real 🥹), french vanilla (cause forced proximity trope was inevitable for our reader), w/ toppings of chocolate syrup (established relationship), graham crackers (flashback-backstory heavy), and toasted almonds (🫣get ready for some angst).

Summary: Growing up together, you and Steve were inseparable. Where did it all go wrong?

***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't cuteeee~~~~

Warnings/Triggers: Minors just be mindful that this has mentions of teenage sexual activity but not explicit (all age appropriate) but adding my warning below just in case, explicit language in few pieces of dialogue, ANGST with a happy ending, childhood besties to enemies/strangers, bucky, wanda, and nat are your besties too, steve is a shit communicator, both steve and reader are young and a bit naive, cheesiness ensues, fluff, work is not beta'd so any grammar mistake is my bad!!

*Any comments/reblogs are much appreciated and are so encouraging - more than you know. Pls don't hesitate to interact with me <3

“Argh, Wanda, no– I told you, I hate these things!” You whined despondently while grabbing at her arm.

“Look, you only have to go straight in and see it all the way through! It’s not like there’s any detours.” Wanda replied while giving you a deadpan look.

You returned the look with your own mocking face, “Wan, you know that isn’t the reason why I hate these things! They grab at you and try to scare you.” You shivered at the thought of one of the maze actors dragging you away somewhere where you couldn’t be found.

“Well…that is their job, y’know?” Wanda said, holding her chin in mock thought. You scoffed and shoved her playfully while she giggled at you.

“Plus, it’s so hot out! It’s probably so stuffy in there, especially if we go in with a random group.” You complained while attempting to fan yourself while holding your hair up off your neck. This summer was brutal, you couldn’t believe that anyone would be at the carnival fair today. But alas, everyone seems to want to enjoy the last throes of summer.

“We won’t go in with a random group - Nat said that they’re going to meet up with us before we go in.” Wanda said distractedly while taking out her phone, assuming that she was going to be checking in with Natasha.

Your brain took a second to process what she just said before you froze, your mouth agape, “Wait, ‘th-they’re’? Don’t tell me…”

Wanda stood ramrod still as if lightning just struck. The finger that was twirling her own hair froze its mindless motions as she stared at her phone unblinkingly as she realized her mistake.

“Argh, Wanda!” You hissed out and covered your face with both of your hands in genuine despair.

Wanda held a guilt-ridden expression, “Oh no, I’m so sorry, chip – I completely forgot that he would be coming-- honest!”

You released a heavy sigh and closed your eyes to mentally prepare yourself for dealing with the person that you despised the most in this world.

Steve Rogers. The bane of your existence.

Well, not really (-ish).

He also happened to be a guy that you have been crushing on since you were 10 years old.

Did he know this? No. But even if he did, you would be the last person on Earth that he would pick. How do you know this, do you ask?

You and Steve knew each other since you were basically in diapers. Alongside Bucky and Nat, the four of you grew up together. Although, that didn’t stop you from drawing the short end of the stick when dealing with your pre-pubescent teen years.

You were a late bloomer– while Nat developed boobs and became a natural flirt at 13 years of age, you were still dealing with the bullies at 13 years old whilst trying to navigate hormones, underdeveloped boobs and pre-teen acne. Bucky quickly developed a barely there mustache and a smirk that made all of the other girls swoon (though, you were convinced that it was really just for Natasha instead). And Steve…well, Steve was like you. Underdeveloped, skinny, no hair to be found on his face. He was as tall as you, and dealt with the bullies way worse off than you ever had to do.

But that didn’t stop you from falling in love with Steve Rogers.

Steve was one of your best friends. He always looked after you, whether it were mean girls coming to pick on you again or making sure that you got lunch together. You walked home together, stayed at each other’s houses to study or play video games. You developed a routine where one day in a week, you would order a chocolate chip milkshake while he got a vanilla whip at your local diner, and stayed there for hours just talking about your common interests together. Steve gave you your nickname, ‘chip,’ since he constantly made fun of the fact that you got the same milkshake everytime.

You also remember when the both of you decided to be each other’s first kiss. It was awkward and weirdly coordinated, but it was nice and you trusted each other. You both laughed afterwards and hugged, swearing to each other your friendship was still intact. When your parents would make playful jokes or tease you about when you and Steve were going to be a couple, you blushed and would shy away.

Where Steve was, you were there too.

You were basically inseparable as you both knew that you two were the underdogs of the group. Bucky and Nat quickly became the ‘It’ power couple as you all entered into highschool. Steve and you were the glue to your little gang and it just felt so nice to not be alone.

Thankfully, you were able to grow more into yourself by the time that you were 16 years old. Your skin cleared up a bit as you learned to develop a skin care routine, and your boobs started to actually look like there were two of them. Though, you never could quite get past the social isolations (despite the fact that your two best friends were the hottest and the most popular kids at school).

And while you changed a little bit, Steve…well– Steve changed alot. It was like one day he just woke up and became the guy that he was always meant to be. He started developing a build and grew a beard, had a huge growth spurt and joined the football team. He became strong and capable of anything. But, he was still Steve. He continued fighting for the ‘little guy’ even though he became on par with Bucky and Nat’s social class at school.

Unfortunately, with Steve’s new social status came the one thing that you couldn’t compete with: Sharon Carter.

Captain of the cheerleading team, it was almost natural for Steve and her to become a couple. You remembered the day that Steve and you hung out after school for your regular milkshake when he told you quietly that Sharon asked him out to the junior year annual dance. He blushed beautifully as he told his best friend the news, and you made sure to plaster on a fake smile and told him that you were happy for him.

After he took you home, you did your homework, took a shower– and as you got into bed, you cried yourself to sleep feeling utterly alone for the first time in your life.

Things changed after that. Steve couldn’t walk you home because he was walking Sharon home. He couldn’t play video games with you at yours because he was at Sharon’s. Then, he started canceling your daily milkshake hang outs.

“I’m sorry, Chip- I have practice to get to.”

“Sharon mentioned that she needed my help today. I’ll see you next week.”

But next week came and went, and still no Steve.

You quickly realized that Steve was blowing you off when you caught him making out with Sharon at the library in school when he told you the day before that he was going to be at football practice.

You didn’t mean to catch him at all - but you heard noises and glanced over to see him and Sharon behind the well-known ‘hook up’ section of the library. You squeaked in surprise since they were only half clothed, Steve with his shirt off and Sharon in only her bra. As you stood there shocked, you caught Steve’s widened eyes as they both turned to look at you. Sharon was pretty annoyed that you interrupted them (clocking her narrowed glare), but Steve at least had the decency to look embarrassed as they both put their clothes back on.

The shock of catching him in the act wasn’t as surprising (as much as it broke your heart, you knew that people in relationships would typically take it to that level fairly quickly). What was surprising was Steve’s reaction. You thought that maybe he would apologize for lying to you, or for blowing you off as many times as he did. But instead, he cleared his throat and his eyes became more stern as he didn’t say a word. He took Sharon’s hand in his and left.

You remembered standing there for another 5 minutes until you saw another couple glare at you as they took Steve and Sharon’s space. You didn’t even get what you came for– you walked straight home, crying, despondent over losing your best friend. (It was the movie scene where the side character gets discarded and cries silently in the rain - you felt so pathetic).

From that point forward, you didn’t bother texting Steve anymore. And he didn’t ever attempt to text you. He ignored you in the hallways and you didn’t ever look up at him when you would pass each other either.

Throughout all this, Nat and Bucky were there for you when you came to them about what happened and your waning friendship with Steve. Nat was pissed while Bucky looked confused as to how your friendship could change so quickly. Even though they were still close with Steve too, Nat and Bucky made sure to include you more during their hangouts or offer to take you home, which you felt grateful for, but it didn’t change the fact they had each other. And that you were still alone.

College was your wake up call to move on from Steve Rogers. You applied to universities that were all out of state, intentionally left your decision last minute so that no one could talk you out of it. Your parents didn’t approve but ultimately respected your decision.

You remembered graduation where all of your parents made you take a group photo on the bleachers. Nat and Bucky were on the higher step as you and Steve took the lower one. It was awkward as you two barely looked at each other, and fumbled on where to place your hands. It was Bucky who eventually groaned exasperatedly and placed your hand on Steve’s back while he placed his around your waist.

You recall the moment that really ended things between you and Steve, which was a party at one of Bucky's friends’ places. Nat and Bucky invited you to come in order to have your ‘last high school experience’ (whatever that meant). Unbeknownst to them, you were leaving the next day for settling in your new university halfway across the world.

The party was blasting obnoxious EDM and the house was littered with red solo cups and other kids yelling at each other as they played beer pong. Feeling so displaced, you took a beer and headed upstairs to look for an empty room.

Just your luck, you would enter the one that had Sharon (again, half-naked) on top of Steve (who was again, also shirtless) on the bed. You obviously interrupted them in the middle of something again. As they both turned to look at you, Sharon groaned your name in annoyance with an ‘ugh, seriously?!” and for you to ‘‘get out.’’ You couldn’t help but ignore her as you looked at Steve once more.

He had this same look of annoyance in his eyes as he sat up on the bed that was so unfamiliar. You’ve never seen Steve look at you like that before– as if you were a nuisance or some sort of insignificant thing. It was the same look that he gave you at the library. He became the bully that he used to protect you from when you were kids.

Something took over you in that moment where you felt your already fragile heart just shatter into several pieces. Though, somehow, all traces of self-pity and loneliness left your body as you coldly looked over at this stranger that you realized you maybe never really knew in the first place. In that moment, you tuned out Sharon’s nasty words, and only looked at Steve with an intentional, apathetic glint in your eyes.

The words just slipped out before you could even process them:

“I wish that I had never met you.”

You could mutedly hear Sharon scoff and give some sort of insult (you couldn’t really remember honestly) since the only thing that you waited for, and wanted to notice, was Steve’s reaction. You watched as the traces of annoyance in his eyes glazed out and changed into something that looked akin to shock, panic and something else that you couldn’t place.

Satisfied with finally being able to impact him for once, and to let him know how much you hated him in that moment, you turned to leave determinedly– you were pretty sure that you heard him yell out your name before you left but you slammed the door hard, ran down the stairs, and out of the house until you made the trek home.

You told yourself that night, as angry tears fell out onto your pillow in your childhood bedroom, that you would move on from Steve Rogers. That you deserved more and that you were going to make space for yourself in your own way.

As you settled into your new apartment, met Wanda as your new roommate (and now your certified best friend), you received a call from Nat and a text from Bucky.

Natasha was, naturally, upset at you for leaving without telling her. She made you promise to never do that again and to come to her more when you needed her. You felt one piece of your heart pull together again at how sincere and emotional Nat was on the phone. You realized that you may have also neglected your best friend when you and Steve were close, and promised her on the phone to never let that happen again.

Bucky sent a text saying, “Dude, what the fuck,” which is pretty polite for him, considering the context. You apologized and explained to him your desire to build your own life and while he was still mad at you, he expressed his understanding and respect for your decision.

Bucky and your relationship was never very close like Steve’s and his was, but he always looked after you (in his own way). You felt protected by Bucky in ways that you couldn’t with anyone else, and you knew that he would always ultimately support you as he would his younger sister. He told you to text him if anyone were to bother you, and you promised that you would check in with him daily.

You did receive one text from Steve: “I’m sorry for everything, chip.” That was all he wrote.

You glared at your phone and deleted his text, so overwhelmed with your anger and determination to remove Steve Rogers from your life. It seemed as if your lack of response was enough for him to get the message that you were done since he didn’t text you since that day.

At Uni, you really grew and developed into yourself. You became involved in college campus life, got a job as a TA, had a boyfriend or two. You dated one guy for six months before calling it off since you were better off as friends, and any other flings that you’ve had were short-lived or just didn’t land well enough to be in a committed relationship.

But you learned alot from these relationships and ultimately felt grateful to connect with people as you proved to yourself that you were something without the people back home. That you were more than the girl who loved Steve Rogers. You were proud of yourself for that.

Flashforward to now, you’ve just finished your freshman year of college. You’re visiting home for the summer to visit your parents, and to visit Bucky and Natasha, both of them ultimately decided to attend one of the local colleges. You kept your promise with them and stayed close, and even brought Wanda back with you– since introducing her to them last week, she became fast friends with your childhood friends.

You haven’t really spoken to Steve since that last stint in high school. Considering that your two best friends were still close with him too, and your families were all close, you couldn’t exactly avoid him. But you never talked about what happened in highschool. At the chance that you would see and interact with each other, you would greet him politely even though there was still some animosity there.

Steve wasn’t outwardly mean or rude, and he would try to talk with you more than once before in the past year, but you were evasive everytime in avoiding anything deeper than a “hello, how are you doing?.” You would stuff down the guilt from his disappointed and hurt expressions as you actively avoided him. You brushed off your friends who were begging you to try to repair your friendship with Steve– and just go back to school, blissfully living in ignorance.

But now, as you stood in line awkwardly waiting for the Summer Queens County Fair’s haunted corn maze with Steve (your friends suddenly “needing” to get some drinks or go to the bathroom while Steve and you waited for tickets in line), you felt like you wanted to pass away from the how thick the tension filled the air.

You could practically feel Steve’s tense energy in attempting to engage you in conversation. And damn him, he looked good. His muscles looked even fuller as they were accentuated by a basic white tee, and his beard- argh, his beard- only made his features even more rugged and handsome.

You hated the way that he could still make your heart flutter, even after all this time had passed.

“So,” you almost jumped when he finally broke the silence. “How have you been, chip?”

You felt yourself take a minute to defrost your stiff and frozen body as you turned to look at him. You met his curious gaze and said blatantly, “I’ve been okay.”

Silence filled the space again as your bluntness seemed to envelop the air around you. “Uh, that’s good. Are you…–how are you finding your classes?”

You looked back at him with narrowed eyes and just felt a rush of frustration move through you seeing his eager expression, that puppy dog look that always made you feel empathy for him suddenly made you feel annoyed and impassive.

“We don’t have to do this, Steve.” You said to him bluntly while crossing your arms defensively.

Steve’s own eyes narrowed in confusion and he swallowed heavily. He seemed to be thrown off by your comment. “I’m just trying to get to know you again, chip–”

“Well, I don’t want you to get to know me, Steve, okay?!” You interrupted him as your voice raised before lowering in the latter half.

Looking up at him, you met his eyes for the third time that night, but what you didn’t expect to see was that he looked so crestfallen and sad.

The guilt that has built up over the past few years swooped in and rested heavily in your chest. Instantly regretting your outburst, you sighed, “Look, I just think that we may be better off just not talking to each other, okay. We don’t have to try to be friends again just because our friends forced us to finally interact with each other since highschool.”

Steve winced at your cutting words, and he still had this sadness on his face as he looked down at his feet before he said quietly, “I’m not trying to…–I just…it’s been a long time, chip. The last time that I saw you, with Sharon and with what you said, I–,” you both winced in that quick rehash of the incident. Steve finished with a weary sigh, “Honestly, I just miss you.”

You frowned when listening to his words as the sincerity behind it felt displaced, and out of nowhere. You also couldn't help but feel concerned as you really looked at him. Outwardly, Steve looked as put together as he usually did. But people weren’t used to seeing him the way that you had growing up.

Looking closer, his eyes weren’t as bright as they could be, and they looked tired. Slight dark circles were forming underneath his dim eyes, shading his fully bearded face that was just a tad unkempt. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping well and his shoulders had a hunch to them that could be perceived as calmness when you knew that it more resembled a tiredness or despondence.

Your frown was still on your face as you elected to ignore his declaration of missing you and simply asked, “Are you okay, Stevie?”

At your question, Steve noticeably straightened up and his mouth parted in surprise that reflected in his eyes. You both stood there for a moment as you stared at him with concern and him looking at you with…mirth? With your lips pursed, you glanced at him with narrowed eyes at seeing the humor alight in his eyes, brightening them a bit more towards its familiar shade of cerulean blue.

“Okay, what just happened?” You asked suspiciously.

Steve’s eyes brightened more and the grin that was growing on his face grew even larger into a soft smile. “You called me Stevie.”

You lurched back a bit as you replayed the moment briefly in your head and stuttered a bit at the realization. You hadn’t meant to call him that at all, but when you saw that sad look on his face and the signs of it on his body, you couldn’t help but recall moments similar to when you were just kids, walking home, checking in with each other during similar moments, but experiencing these things together.

“Uh- I– I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you–,” You blushed and stuttered as you tried and failed at attempting to save your slip.

“No,” Steve interrupted you, his smile wilting a little bit. “Please, don’t apologize for that. I,– I miss us when we were just kids. Nobody calls me that anymore, well, beyond Nat and Buck, of course.” He said sheepishly while running his hand through his hair, disheveling it even more into a natural, annoyingly perfect quaff.

You gave him an assented hum and cleared your throat as you looked back down at your feet, giving the flattened grass an invisible kick. You both were quiet again but the awkward animosity wasn’t as present as it was before. You both shifted on your feet a bit more before glancing up at each other from time to time, barely missing each others’ eyes before finally, your gazes met each other at the right time.

He was looking at you differently– this time with that good-natured smile and levity in his eyes that glinted at you with that same ‘something else’ that you couldn’t quite put a finger on a year ago.

His small grin was reluctantly infectious as you felt your lips start to curve upwards as a response.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes trying to stuff down your smile as you replied with a cheap response. Memories surfaced again of your witty banter that you used to share that always started with Steve’s little smile, and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you opened them again to meet his own humorous gaze.

Steve’s soft smile grew into a teasing smirk, “That’s good, at least I got a smile and a laugh from you before you start to avoid me again.”

You only gave him an incredulous look at how blatantly out of pocket that sounded before letting out a sudden, full belly-laugh with him. You couldn’t believe that you were laughing again with Steve Rogers.

You felt this feeling again too - it wasn’t heartbreak, but rather, the shattered pieces that were shoddily put together again throughout the years felt solidified just a little bit more.

The laughs died down and the both of you remained standing there with genuine grins on your face. Before you lost your nerve, you felt a sudden urge to have him listen to you, to hear you, and to understand what really happened between you two.

“Steve–,”

“Chip, I–”

You both looked at each other and laughed for a moment before he indicated for you to go first. His grin looked so boyish and sincere, you couldn’t help but smile back at him as you two were just high school kids in Brooklyn again. Comfortable and authentic, together.

About to open your mouth, you get interrupted again by the person that you least expected to see on your visit back home.

“Chip? Steve? Oh my gosh, is that you two? Wow, chip! Look at you, you certainly grew into yourself!” Sharon’s pitched voice pierced the mutual bubble that was starting to form between you and Steve and flattened its existence.

You gave her a quick glance over and were internally surprised to see that she seemed to be exactly the same. Her eyeliner framed her hazel brown eyes that were widened in what looked like surprise, and with a hint of condescension (cause why wouldn’t she look down upon you with all of that pity). Her blonde hair resting softly down her back as she stood there in her floral skirt, her friends right behind her glancing over at you and Steve disinterestedly.

You stood there and gave her a fake shoddy grin as you greeted her back politely. “Sharon, wow, hi.” Your monotonous tone couldn’t be covered up in time before the words left your mouth.

She only gave you a dull hum before she glanced over at Steve with a smirk. “Hi Steve, how are you?”

The curious part of you couldn’t help but try to catch Steve’s reaction to her presence. You had no idea where things left with them since you left that day, and you never bothered to ask your friends either. Assessing him, he was looking at her with a nonchalant expression, and you were unsure of how deliberate his reaction was as he made small talk with her.

Trying to gauge his expression, there wasn’t any sadness present in his eyes anymore, nor was there any mirth. But, you did notice a stiffness there. The corner of his eyes crinkled a little too harshly as he forced a polite smile onto his face. You could see his jaw clench as Sharon droned on about her college experience.

Time couldn’t erase the fact that you did know Steve Rogers for some time– and when he was uncomfortable, he wasn't able to hide it at all.

The theatrical tunes of the fair and the echoes of people screaming in mirth and laughter suddenly came back in as you hear the booth employee for the haunted corn maze (this line was way too long for what it was worth) call for you and Steve to step on up.

You couldn’t stifle the quiet mutter under your breath, “thank god” as a wave of relief flooded through your body at being able to escape the dangers that you just experienced as you turned around to follow the employee to the front of the maze. You didn’t even say bye to Sharon, and you didn’t even realize that your friends hadn’t returned from their supposed tasks.

Your mutter may have been louder than you thought as you heard a snort from beside you. Glancing over, Steve was looking down at you with a returned humor that you just rolled your eyes at him. “Well, it’s not like you wanted to be there anymore than I did. Your tells are still exactly the same, Stevie.” You said derisively.

Ignoring the harshness of your tone, Steve only smiled more as you slipped boundaries again. You only caught it when you saw that he was simply just staring at you in response. Only then did you catch it and you rolled your eyes again with a small smile. His smile grew more as he intentionally leaned and walked into your path as you both followed the employee. You stumbled to your left at his deliberate clumsiness and shoved him away from you playfully before you could stop yourself.

You’re teasing around with Steve Rogers. And reluctantly admitting, you weren’t unhappy about it.

You both continued to shove each other away as Steve kept teasing you until you reached the front of the maze. The employee turned to face you before you went inside to explain the rules and you were listening attentively until you heard a throat clear from behind you. Looking back, you see that it's Sharon and her friends.

Trying to, but unsuccessfully, cover your agape mouth at seeing that they were actually following behind you this entire time, you clenched your jaw with annoyance and turned to face forward again.

The despair that you felt come in earlier from Steve’s arrival has returned tenfold with Sharon’s presence. Paired with the fact that you’re being forced to have entered a haunted corn maze, your hackles rise angrily at the fact that you’re being forced into a situation with both Steve and Sharon that you didn’t even wanna be a witness to, AGAIN.

Feeling suddenly so tired and exhausted, you let out a despondent sigh, “Okay, are we doing this or what?” The employee merely raised their eyebrows before motioning you to move forward in the maze.

You could feel Steve’s eyes following you as he tried to walk next to you, but you could hear Sharon trying to engage with him again. You could hear him respond but you didn't really care anymore. You didn't mean to be rude, but you were feeling resentful of all of it again. Especially hearing Sharon’s whiny voice trying to speak with Steve right directly behind you, you once again felt utterly alone.

Torches and string lights lit up the corn maze. Although, the night sky was void of any lights or stars, which made the maze really feel like a maze– isolated and desolate. You could hear Sharon’s two friends in the back muttering that they were scared as they let out occasional, little screams at any sounds that could be heard (even if it was just the wind grazing the corn harshly, or honestly, the sounds of their own footsteps, ha.)

Feeling so bored and wanting to leave, you turned around to just go back when you saw Sharon holding on to Steve’s arm with a worried look on her face.

You were passing by some rows of hay with a sticky red substance spilling all over it when you heard Sharon’s small screech.

“Omg, you think that’s blood?,” She said with a genuinely worried tone.

You wanted to laugh so bad as you looked over at Steve, just in time to see the rolling of his eyes and heavy sigh. She seemed to be grasping onto him with an even tighter grip and although Steve wasn’t shaking her off, he did have that uncomfortable look on his face again.

His second aggravated sigh and furrowed brows gave away his annoyance as he attempted to subtly create some space between his body and her touch. You turned forward again as the laughter erupted in your throat, but you managed to stifle it in time with a pursed smile on your face at hearing Sharon’s affronted noise in response.

You could read a mean girl from far away at this point – Sharon’s attitude wasn’t lost on you nor was her sudden closeness with Steve. But it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would, even if you found out that they were still together after high school. Honestly, a part of you felt satisfied that Steve, the one responsible for the existing tension between you in the first place, was finally just as uncomfortable as you were. To see Sharon offended and to see Steve’s discomfort made you feel a sense of justice and a resurged faith in good ol’ karma.

That pride you felt in being able to find your own comfort in your healing made you feel giddy. You weren’t in any sense of a relationship that held any drama. It felt good to know that the forced proximity didn’t just affect you at this moment. Yeah, sucks to suck, doesn’t it?

You flinched a few times as you continued walking throughout the maze with some actors coming out to scare you, but as you saw the glaring red Exit sign, you couldn’t wait to get outta there. Speed walking at this point, you were determined to walk out of this maze with your gaze forward, determined to not look back at the two sore points of the past few years.

You made it to the exit and sighed in relief. You were already a few paces away when you heard Steve call for you.

“Wait, chip! –”

The body is a wonder - your mind was so fixated on leaving but when you heard him call out for you, your mind flashed to the both of you waiting in line, flashed to the sounds of your laughter mixing together, the feeling of him leaning into you. You didn’t want to but, suddenly, your feet just stopped in place and you turned around to look over at him. Hope swelled in your chest…

And there was Steve. And Sharon. Kissing.

You inhaled deeply at the sight, not expecting to have caught them, yet again, mid-kiss. The tension knotting in your stomach finally exploded, and your stomach dropped making your feet feel so heavy. It was like watching a car crash happening in front of you - you felt fixated and couldn’t move, turn away. The hope that was swelling in your chest evaporated like mist, and you felt so foolish. The pieces that were somehow lodged together again from your earlier interaction broke into pieces, and felt grinded into dust. The wind took its opportune moment to breeze through your hair, and it almost felt like it intentionally took your longing for your best friend again with it.

Steve gripped Sharon’s arms harshly, shoving her away from him with an angry expression on his face. “Sharon, what the hell?!” He exclaimed. Turning away from Sharon and her pouted expression, his widened eyes frantically found yours.

Even a few feet away, the panic that you saw in them was familiar. You remember seeing it exactly when you had severed the existing relationship between you and Steve that night.

You couldn’t help your reactiveness– you were feeling so triggered by what you were witnessing. Your vision started to get blurry as you felt that familiar burning sensation building in your eyes. The panic in Steve’s eyes intensified at the sight, and when he made a move to step forward, your feet instinctively took one step back.

Completing the reenacted memory, you felt your mouth press into a hardened line as you met his gaze with a ferocious determination. Familiar numbness rose up and a lethargic apathy just washed over you. You bravely met his gaze and although the words weren’t being said, you and Steve both heard the words.

“I wish that I had never met you.”

The truth was, the anger and rage that you were feeling (and let’s be honest, the resentment that you suppressed and just gaslit yourself into reframing it as healing) was just the surface. Underneath, a deep and hollow feeling of just being unwanted and undesirable bubbled up with a vengeance. You didn’t wanna hear it, but you were tired, were abandoned by your friend(s), and energy depleted from tonight’s event. You knew you couldn’t be there any longer.

Your feet continued to step back slowly as you heard Steve asking for you to please wait - but then Sharon took his arm again needily and you took that as your opportunity to bolt.

You dropped your teary-eyed gaze away from his almost desperate looking one, mumbled out a quick excuse and left with a brisk nod. It was just like when you were 17 again, you heard Steve call out your name again but you don’t stop to look. You didn’t see him staring after you so longingly and looking so dejected, nor did you see him blatantly remove his arm from Sharon’s grip again while they hushed out intense looking whispers at each other.

The parking lot of the carnival was in sight as you wiped away the bitter tears from your face. You knew that leaving was immature of you, and you knew that you would disappoint your friends. You knew that you were breaking your promises to Nat and Bucky (and now Wanda) about talking with them before making any impulsive decisions.

You reached your old pick-up and opened the door harshly. The tears wouldn’t stop as you stood outside the car. Almost child-like, your hands curled into fists as you brought them to your eyes and just sobbed.

For a moment there, you thought that maybe…maybe you could start again. Maybe you and Steve could rekindle your friendship, or at least, talk things through. You thought that maybe you’d be able to continue laughing again. You shook your head, feeling so much pity for yourself.

Heaving out another wilted sigh, you closed your eyes and tilted your head back to allow the fresh winded air to dry your tears upon your chilled face. You needed time to think, and you knew exactly where you wanted to go, and what you needed.

The sweetness of the chocolate shavings melted in your mouth, leaving only the sugary taste behind. You took another sip of your milkshake and made sure to swipe some whipped cream from the top for an extra sweet finish.

The diner was mostly empty, spare a truck driver or two sitting by the bar tops. You mindlessly stir your milkshake some more with the plastic straw and couldn’t help but relieve another sigh from your body. You came to the diner for nostalgia’s sake, and a chocolate chip milkshake was always a huge dopamine boost for whenever you were feeling sad.

But this time, getting your favorite milkshake at the diner left more of a sour taste in your mouth as each sip just reminded you of Steve.

You decided that you would try to bring yourself to feeling better before you left for home, which meant drinking your milkshake, making small talk with Betty (the sweet, old waitress who has been giving you milkshakes for free since you were a teenager), and settling the grievances that you could actually fix.

You instantly texted Wanda to let you know that you had left the carnival, and that you hoped that she was having fun going to the bathroom for the past hour. Instantly receiving an apologetic text back for ditching you with Steve, you figured it was as good a time as any to also let her know that she would have to ride back with Bucky and Nat (given the fact that you also had basically left her there too). She sent you the mouth wide open face emoji, and you knew that you both could call it even.

Nat texted you a selfie of her and Bucky pouting remorsefully. It was enough to make you crack a grin (Bucky looked so ridiculous). You demurely sent them back a picture of your middle finger (because you were the bigger person of course), which only had her text back an apology with an IOU. You knew that they were only trying to be your friends, but at least you would have this photo as blackmail for future purposes.

You started to play a game on your phone mindlessly when you heard the door ring, indicating a new customer walking in. Not even looking up, you proceeded to win the next level of the game until someone set another chocolate chip milkshake down on your table.

“Oh, it’s okay, Bet, I didn’t want–,” you started to say as you looked up. But it wasn’t Betty who dropped off the milkshake.

It was Steve.

Your eyes widened a bit in just processing that he was actually there, standing in front of you. He actually came to find you? The scene from earlier was so crystal clear and akin to your high school memory, you were convinced that that would be it. As you sat there staring doe-eyed at Steve, the scene had felt like it glitched as it was now playing out differently than you had expected.

Heat rose to your cheeks as your gaze focused on Steve’s determined facial expression. You turned forward to face your new milkshake and deliberately avoided his narrowed gaze. You could feel him still staring at you and you shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t say anything but moved to sit across from you in the booth, heaving out a heavy sigh of his own as he did too.

You kept your eyes down as the both of you let the silence permeate the air around you. A few minutes passed before you were about to officially just get up and leave when Steve broke the silence first.

“I swear,” he turned to look over at you with an exasperated gaze. “I had no idea that she was going to be there.”

A disbelieving scoff came out of your mouth and you rolled your eyes blatantly. “Steve stop, again, you don’t have to do this – “

“Stop saying that, chip!” His voice was filled with a sternness that you couldn’t ignore. Your eyes widened at him as he continued, “I’m here because I want to be, okay? Not cause Bucky, or Nat, or your family told me to or forced me to. I found you - and I asked you to wait earlier and you ran away, again!”

A glare scrunched up your face as your fury rose up at the audacity of his scolding, “Excuse me?! I didn’t want to wait because I didn’t want to watch you and Sharon sucking each other’s faces off, again!” You flourished your mocking with a tight expression and only caused Steve to oppose you even more.

“She was the one who kissed me – I didn’t want to be there with her either. I haven’t even seen or spoken to Sharon since you left!” Steve blurted out.

Your heart felt like it was racing in your chest and your mind blanked at hearing Steve’s reveal as you tried to stutter out a response. “What– I don’t–,” words were hard. You thought that they were together for some time during the year in college. With the way that Sharon was acting, you assumed that they were still interacting with each other, somehow, at the very least.

Steve took advantage of your surprised silence and continued, “God, chip. After what happened at the party, I just…I realized then how much I hurt you.” He looked at you with such remorse as you just continued staring at him. The hardness that was built over the years was still surrounding you, trying to protect you, even if Steve was professing his regret.

“When I heard you say that you regretted having ever met me,” you both flinched at the words as he said them, “and this look in your eyes…it looked like you really despised me and I felt it and I just–,” Steve cut himself off with another flinch and pinched his eyes shut.

“I let it get to my head. When I made the team and when people started to pay attention to me, when those bullies stopped bothering me and actually invited me to things, I lost sight of what really mattered to me the most and that was you. I know that that is a stupid excuse, and that I was hurting you, even way before what happened at the party and I was dumb, immature, and just stupid, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, chip.” He spewed out the words faster than he could coherently process them but the sincerity could be heard in his rushed tone.

His downcast, teary eyed gaze met yours and you felt your breath hitch slightly at the sight. Growing up with Steve, he was always the formidable one. He was the one who reached out first to hold your hand if you cried. The one to maintain composure and calmness while you were the one who was more nervous and panicked. To see Steve so out of breath, wistful, and low-spirited was worrisome and unfamiliar to you.

You were at a loss for words as you tried your best to process his words. Steve bit his lip nervously as he tried to gauge your reaction. When you only met him with more silence, the despondent look in his face only grew, “Please. I completely understand if you still don’t want to be friends, and after this, I’ll completely leave you alone. But honestly, chip, I can’t leave knowing that you still hate me. I- I know that’s selfish, but I can’t.”

You moved your stare to blankly look at your melting milkshake, the whipped cream completely evaporated into the cold drink.

“You hurt me.” You blurted out.

Steve almost looked startled at hearing your voice after such a lingering silence. “I know, and I’m so sorry–.”

“No, Steve,” You interrupted him indignantly, “you hurt me.” The tears blurred your unseeing gaze again as you focused enough to meet his own. The whimper dislodged in your throat as you could no longer hide the suppressed pain.

Just like that, the both of you were 15 years old again. You were crying after being teased by other kids or bullied for your flaws, and Steve was there trying to console you. The impact of these experiences were a shared burden impenetrable to your friendship together.

The difference now is that, instead of your tears being spurred by the mean-spirited popular kids, Steve was the one who committed the offense, a betrayal that cut so deep and you were the only one to shoulder the burden.

Steve swallowed heavily as he blinked furiously to hold his own tears at bay. He seemed to understand what you were saying as his eyes glanced over the different features of your face. He knew all of your vulnerabilities and ignored, neglected his care of you by treating you the way that others had growing up. He abandoned you when you needed him the most, and he had to understand the severity of that in the same way that you tried to tell him then as you were now.

Steve exhaled deeply as he looked over at you. His still despondent eyes held a layer of genuine understanding as he apologized despairingly, “I’m so sorry.”

You sniffled as tears fell freely onto your cheeks, your puffy eyes and pained expression causing Steve to flinch in his own despondence. You brought a closed fist to your face again to wipe the tears and winced as you suddenly felt strong, sturdy arms envelop you in a soft embrace.

The tears only came down stronger at the feeling of hugging your best friend. Not feeling so alone anymore, your heart cried out with you in relief as you turned and tucked your face into his chest, your arms moved to clutch his back. Once you did, his embrace only became tighter as he squeezed you to him closer.

You both sat there for a while, just hugging, soft sobs falling from your lips while Steve continued to repeat quiet, but earnest, apologies. After a year of animosity, sadness, and unresolved hurt, the both of you silently agreed to let this moment just be.

Eventually, your tears stopped running so harshly and you sniffled back your snot-filled nose very charmingly as you reluctantly pulled away from his warmth. Steve still kept one muscular arm around your shoulder as you looked up at him hesitantly.

“Stevie?” You began to ask. Steve responded with a soft hum for you to continue while rubbing your shoulder soothingly. It didn’t even seem like he noticed that he was doing it.

Before you could lose your nerve, you meekly asked, “Why did you start pulling away from me when you started dating Sharon?”

Steve’s hand froze and he stilled as if he were preparing for the worst. He sighed while closing his eyes for a moment. Taking a breath, he opened them back up to look at you with a resolved and honest gaze.

“When I told you that Sharon asked me to the prom, I thought that would’ve been the moment that you told me that you liked me the same way that I liked you.”

Your heart thundered so loudly in your chest as you gave him a shocked, glazed over expression.

He liked you.

“But then you smiled at me, and you said that you were happy for me, and, I guess a part of me felt like I was foolish to have ever thought that you would actually like me more than a friend. I continued things with Sharon because I felt like I had to get over you.” He said regretfully.

You blinked up at him a few times before you asked dumbly, “And that’s why you were pulling away? The lies and the fake excuses, or why you ignored me when you were with Sharon?”

Steve flinched with each question as he confessed, “Yes. It was really immature of me to ignore you. If I could go back and do it over, I would in a heartbeat.” An intentional look sat on his face as he expressed his remorse.

You released another speechless hum in return, still processing that Steve liked you. In a spur of your own adrenaline running through your body, you suddenly disclosed, “Steve, I did like you the way that you liked me.”

Steve stilled and inhaled sharply, “...W-what do you mean?”

Mustering up your own fostered courage, you exhaled deeply and said, “I liked you too. But I was your best friend. I thought that you were the one who didn’t like me, so I thought that if I supported you in dating Sharon, I wouldn’t lose you completely.” You felt your face scrunch in confusion as how ridiculously unnecessary this entire separation was.

He only looked at you with incredulity as he realized, “So, because we couldn’t just buck up and tell each other honestly in that moment that we liked each other, we ended up losing each other anyways?”

“Ugh, what a mess.” You revered and knocked your forehead against his chest ashamedly. You both were quiet again as he resumed rubbing your shoulder calmingly.

“Chip?” Steve suddenly spoke out.

Raising your head up to look at him again, still cringing from such a huge misunderstanding, you gave him a soft hum to continue his inquiry.

Steve looked down into your eyes, making you feel mesmerized with how deeply he was gazing at you. From how close your faces were, you could really see the subtle hints of green in his blue eyes. There was still some grief there as you looked at each other but there was again, something else that you still couldn’t point out.

Noticing that unknowing glint in his eye for the second time that night, you questioned him curiously hoping to finally find out, “What is it?”

“I like you.”

Your breath hitched at his confession, his eyes filled with mirth again and an honesty that couldn’t be faked. Your thundering heart skipped a beat as you felt your own spirit restore within you. You could feel those pieces in your heart start to build again.

You looked back at him with such relief as Steve pulled you in closer, you took in another deep breath as you responded.

“I love you.”

His eyes immediately glowed with an infectious joy, a genuine laugh and smile graced his face as he got closer to you. You could hardly breathe as you returned his loving gaze, his nose nuzzled yours gently until the both of you met each other halfway in a tender, first kiss.

A/N: my cue to say: and they lived happily ever after! i would love to know what people thought, thanks for reading :)

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lovebugism · 11 months

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for fictober could I request from the 50 autumnal prompts ‘when he wears THAT flannel’ with Eddie please?

we were so robbed of Eddie all boyfriend in soft cosy clothes. R wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off of him and he’d love it come autumn when it’s all he wears.

ugh imagine him in like thick baggy sweaters and when he reaches up it just exposes a bit of tummy 😍 I’m like a Victorian seeing ankles

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hi angel! idk how i managed to make this angsty, but alas! hope you like it :D

summary: you and eddie try to get used to life post-vecna but it's not nearly as easy as you thought it'd be (post st4, established relationship, wee bit of angst tw for mentions of death and scars, 1.2k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie’s pretty much recovered by mid-fall.

Not totally. But mostly.

You think getting away from Hawkins helped the most — moving out of the city and settling further in the green. Even though everyone back home eventually understood that Eddie wasn’t the psycho-killing freak they made him out to be, things had changed far too much to ever go back to normal again.

Something’s break beyond repair. Something’s just can’t be fixed.

Not your Eddie, though. Eddie’s perfect. Damn near it, anyway, considering the circumstances.

He’s still got the nightmares and the phantom pains — even though he tells you he doesn’t. But he’s graduated now and helping Wayne at the car shop whenever he can. He’s taking the newfound normalcy in stride, spending early autumn with you and making you hot chocolate like nothing ever happened.

“You like marshmallows in your cocoa, right?” he calls from the kitchen, though he sounds like he’s talking mostly to himself.

You hear him, but you forget to answer. Your brain all but short circuits at how pretty he looks.

You eye him from the couch while he bustles in the kitchen, and gutwrenching existentialism knocks the wind from your lungs like a fist to the stomach.

You weren’t supposed to have Eddie again. You weren’t supposed to share a home like you always dreamed about, and he wasn’t supposed to make you hot cocoa or keep you warm when autumn got too bitter.

A season or more ago, you were saying your goodbyes while he bled out in an alternate dimension.

You haven’t yet forgotten how pale his skin had gotten or how glassy his chocolate eyes grew as the life spilled from the weeping bites on his stomach. The feeling of his blood, slimy on your hands and drenching your clothes, hasn’t yet left you. The red-hot blood in the unnatural navy blue cold still lives in your head.

But it’s only there. In your head.

And Eddie’s right in front of you — wild hair, baggy pajama pants, and all. You can smell the musk of his cologne and the floral of his shampoo. He’s real enough to touch.

He’s real.

The realization hits you every day, all the time. It wells from your chest up into your throat and makes you feel like crying. Most people don’t get to say goodbye to their soulmate and eat Wednesday morning breakfast with them months later.

You’ve got so much gratitude inside you, bursting like golden rays of sunshine, that you don’t know what to do with it all.

“Babe?” he calls again when you don’t answer. “Did you hear me?”

He pokes his head in the doorway, and your eyes go wide. “Huh? What?” you stammer, shaking your head to jerk yourself out of your stupor.

Eddie laughs, high and boyish. It sounds like heaven, and it pierces your heart. Six months ago, you never thought you’d hear it again. “I asked if you wanted marshmallows, weirdo.”

You nod rapidly and ramble an answer. “Oh, yeah. Sure. Thank you.”

“O-kay,” Eddie lilts, though his voice wavers with confusion. His grin widens and his eyes narrow, but he doesn’t ask why you’re acting so suddenly strange.

You wonder if he’s used to it by now. You wonder if he knows when you go quiet that you’re remembering that a part of you nearly died.

He returns to the kitchen and reaches for the upper cupboard. A sliver of his milky white tummy peeks from beneath his flannel. You can see the bites from here. They’re scarred over now, dark red and light pink and thunder-strike purple. It almost jars you how healed they look. The wounds are still fresh and weeping whenever you close your eyes.

Eddie comes in from the living room, balancing two mugs in his hands rather carefully because he’s filled them to the brim. He’s got his usual ceramic Campbell’s Tomato Soup cup in one hand and your sleeping Snoopy in the other. The innate domesticity makes your stomach whirl.

“You okay?” the boy wonders with pinched brows when he hands you your cocoa.

You nod with glittering eyes, mustering a faint smile up at him. The mug warms your chilled, trembling hands.

“Mm-hmm… Why?” you question, though you’re more than aware of why.

Eddie’s got a knack for knowing how you’re feeling before you’ve even hinted at it. You think he might’ve got mind-reading powers when you were in the Upside Down.

“I don’t know. You just looked a little… far away, I guess.”

“Just missed you,” you confess with a bright, innocent gaze.

Eddie snorts as he rounds the couch to sit next to you. “While I was in the kitchen ten feet away?”

“Yeah. ’S way too far.”

“Well, remind me to carry you with me wherever I go, then.”

You know he’s joking, but you beam anyway. You don’t want to be anywhere that he isn’t. You don’t want him to go where you can’t follow.

Eddie takes a sip and smiles at your smiling. His grin is crooked and rosy and lined with whipped cream. He leans in to kiss you with it.

You pull back from him, just far enough to wipe the melted sugar off with the pad of your thumb. You give him a smacking peck a second later.

With a kissed grin, the boy leans back against the couch with his arm sprawled along the back of it. You curl into his side like his own personal puzzle piece, nestling your mug between your bodies with one hand and settling your free one on his stomach.

Your fingers seem to gravitate beneath his fuzzy flannel without you having to think twice about it.

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, either. His attention is consumed by the television — a Scooby Doo re-run he’s probably seen a thousand times. His chuckle rumbles against your cheek. You laugh along with him, made content by the sound of his boyish delight.

Your fingers dance through the fuzz of his happy trail, then settle on something softer.

The marred skin of his warm tummy feels like silk. Before you realize what you’re touching, the boy beneath you jolts.

You nearly spill your cooling cocoa when you freeze alongside him. You part from Eddie with a gaping gaze, wide eyes darting over every inch of his face. You’re frightened that you’ve hurt him, but his pink grin only widens.

“Oh, shit. Are you okay?” you blurt. “I wasn’t— I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Eddie turns to you, then. His features are blurry with sleep, and they twist with confusion at your misplaced concern.

“No,” he answers with the shake of his head. The softened ends of his chocolate curls brush your cheek. A laugh sputters from his mouth. “It just tickled, babe. It’s fine.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It wavers on the way out, but you manage a trembling smile anyway. “Oh. Okay,” you hum, breathless.

“Yeah. ’S okay,” Eddie murmurs softly back, wrapping his pale arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and lingers there. “I’m okay,” he whispers into your hair.

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kingmikoto · 1 year

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𝙘-𝙘-𝙘-𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 ☆ 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙮𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙤

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: honestly it's been a minute and i just wanted to update this blog so heres a little chifuyu fluff :)

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): just fluff

Fiery leaves covered the trees and once grassy floor of the woods as you treaded on the pathway of your regular morning walk. Usually you were alone, but you had bumped into Chifuyu who somehow mistakenly ordered two hot chocolates. He was bundled up in a burnt orange puffer jacket with a cute pompom beanie to match. The tip of his nose and the apple of his cheeks were rosy from the cold air nipping at his skin, but he wore a endearing lopsided grin as he jubilantly handed you his supposed accidental second hot cocoa.

"It's freakin cold out here." He shivered as he took a sip of his drink.

"So, why are you out here then?" You promptly asked.

His eyes widened at the question and you had to bite the inside of your cheeks to prevent yourself from giggling.

Chifuyu's crush on you was so evident. Everyone knew about it and yet he seemed to be taking his time with asking you out. You lost track of how many times he had "attempted" to, but they had all failed. It's not that you didn't like Chifuyu back, you did. It was clear to group that you had expressed interest in him, but alas you were a traditional woman. You would never ask out a man. It was against your very nature. So, the never ending attempts of trying to ask you out and seemingly cute "one-sided" gestures had continued much to your friends dismay.

"I always walk this path at--" He peeked over at his watch. "--precisely 6:15 AM."

You giggled and shook your head as you headed over to a bench and took a seat. He sat beside you leaving a small space between the both of you. "I thought you were cold?"

Your eyes gestured to the unoccupied space. He quickly got the hint and scooted closer to you. His body heat had emanated from him making you feel cozy by his side.

"Better?"

"Much." He mumbled into the rim of cup before taking another long swig of it.

The sound of the leaves rustling filled the air as you watched the steam from your cup swirl and then disappear into the chilling atomsphere. How you had missed the fall. It was your favorite time of the year. Chifuyu smiled at the content expression on your face. There was nothing he loved seeing more than the adorable way the corners of your lips turned up and the excitement glimmering in your beautiful eyes.

"You're so pretty, [name]." It was hardly audible, but it was enough to make your cheeks feel warm.

"You're pretty, too, Chifuyu." Chifuyu immediately flustered at your swift reply. You thought he was pretty?! He had never been called pretty before...

"Th-thanks..." He shifts his cerulean blue gaze from yours before shyily taking another sip. You bit your lip and watched as his face contorted in embarrassment. You no longer thought the blush that was dashed across his cheeks was from just the cold.

"You know," He fidgeted with the zipper of his pockets. "I really only came out here to see you."

You sipped at your hot cocoa and raised your brows at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I mean," He scratched the back of his head and a sheepish grin made a way onto his cute face. He finally gathered the courage to gaze into your eyes and the look on his face had suddenly made your heart thump loudly against your chest. "I wanted to finally have the balls to ask you out."

You giggled at his choice in words. How very Chifuyu of him. "Yeah?"

He laughed. "Yeah."

"So?"

The expression on his face suddenly serious as he reached for your hand. The tips of his fingers were cold, but his palms were warm and little sweaty. "So, will you go out with me?"

"Hmm." You tapped your index finger onto your lips as you feigned pondering on his question. The look of determination was strong on his face as he fixed his gaze onto you. You finally meet his eyes and tenderly pecked his cheek. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks as your lips fell in contact with his skin. "Of course I will, Chifuyu. It's about time you asked me out!"

He chuckled as he touched the cheek you had kissed.

"I know, I'm kind of an idiot." You set your cup down beside you and snuggled into his form and he instantly wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Yeah, but now you're my idiot."

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wastingawayinmyroom · 3 months

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@regulus-cannot-swim @shamelesswolfstarshipper @mars-randomly-rants i just finished lol

warning: slightly nfsw, not explicit, tons of cussing

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That fucking jumper. That was the start of all his problems.

Remus had been over at he and James’ apartment, and fucking hell, he was beautiful. Sirius had to resist the urge to kiss him right when he walked in, wearing that cute jumper which looked so soft and removeable. He wanted to take it off slowly, undress his love in kisses, then watch him fall apart below him on the small mattress Sirius always found too cold.

Alas, that didn’t happen. What did happen was Remus getting too hot, removing that hot jumper in Sirius’ room, and leaving without it. Thankfully, James didn’t seem to notice, because Sirius had some plans for that jumper.

It was in a little heap on his bed. His bed, the one where he had so many fantasies of what he wanted to do to Remus Lupin. Kiss him slow. Kiss him fast. Fuck him in too many ways to count. And each fantasy ended up the same, with him using his hands to pleasure himself instead of having someone else do it for him.

He buried his face in the jumper and sobbed. He loved Remus. More than just in his bedroom, but in the ice cream shop they were at last week, the chocolate delight dripping down his cone and onto his hand. Sirius has wanted to lick it, to taste Remus’ body and commit the joy to memory.

He inhaled the scent of his best friend. It was so… so him. He wanted to wear it everywhere and never wash it. That scent was beautiful. It was home.

Oh, god. The amount of times Sirius had wanted to slowly peel this off of him in the past hour. The fantasies, the daydreams, they came back to him in a rush, and suddenly his pants were on the floor and he was moaning into the crook of his elbow, praying that James wouldn’t hear him.

…

The crush was getting unbearable.

Ever since he’d jerked off to the smell of Remus’ jumper— that sounded so stupid— he hadn’t been able to get the scene out of his mind. Peeling of Remus’ clothes. Feeling every line and scar, worshiping that body and knowing it like his own.

“I don’t like him,” he muttered, stress-cleaning a pan. “I don’t like him.”

“What?” James asked, turning away from his computer.

“Nothing!” He took a breath. “Nothing. Just…” He waved his hand aimlessly. “Do whatever you were doing.”

James raised an eyebrow, but let the subject drop. God. He needed to do something, go somewhere, and it had to be right now.

A distraction, he thought, and twenty minutes later he was at a bar, completely regretting the decision because right there. Right there, in the corner, was Remus Lupin. Fucking reading. In a bar.

It was hot, alright? Watching this cute boy with a perfect ass stand in the corner of a dimly lit, alcohol-smelling catastrophe, reading some romance novel (oh, romance) and softly smiling to himself while turning pages. It was more than hot. Sirius wanted to fuck him even more.

So he made his way to the center of the place, dancing as suggestively as possible, making out with strangers and flirting with every person who walked by him. But Remus still read, undeterred. The music was so loud, he wondered how Remus could even focus on his book. He wanted Remus to focus on him. Not the book.

He closed his eyes, his hips swaying, trying his best not to give a shit about the man in the corner.

Then he felt a hand on his waist. He opened his eyes. “Enjoying yourself?” Remus Lupin asked, smirking, and Sirius almost died.

The panic on his face must’ve been pretty obvious, because the next thing Remus said was, “Don’t worry about the jumper. You can keep it.”

Sirius smiled. “It’s too large for me,” he said, and he and Remus were dancing together, hips swaying, arms tangled.

Remus laughed. “Use it like a blanket, then. I think that’ll work.”

They danced together, exchanging a few words or a glance every so often. Remus kept leaning down and whispering the most delicious things in his ear, and Sirius’ blush kept getting redder and redder.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll show you something else I can do with my hips.”

Sirius couldn’t handle it. He knew Remus was joking, but still, oh my god. He was so fucking hot, Sirius just blurted out, “I jerked off to the smell of that jumper.”

Remus just stood there. Sirius was mortified. “I— I mean—”

“You know,” Remus said, softly. “You have the real thing right here.”

“You— What?”

Remus pulled him closer, their faces inches apart. “My place,” he said, and kissed Sirius so thoroughly he forgot his own name.

That was the best night of his life.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #mauraders #the mauraders #the mauraders era #mauraders era

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mncxbe · 1 year

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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢♡

𝑷𝒐𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

A soft smile rose to his lips and from this angle, his eyes were a subtle shade of violet.

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff ♡

"To One in Paradise" is one of my favourite poems so I just had to include it here♡

Living in the shadow of the greatest detective can be hard, but what is worse is hiding your crushes from him. Ranpo knew how smitten you were with your common friend, Poe. And he also knew that he shared your feelings, but of course he wouldn't tell you that.

What he would do instead is get the two of you to spend time together. Every time the three of you met up for lunch or a quick snack he would come up with an excuse to leave early. So you were left there with the handsome writer, sitting in awkward silence and exchanging glances. Eventually, duty called and you had to join the others at the Agency.

One day Poe came for a quick cup of coffee at the office, carrying his usual pile of notebooks. Ranpo noticed a new purple notebook in the stack and suspected what it was used for, so as soon as Edgar was out of sight he snatched it, hiding it under his cape.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick, alright?" said the man with a wink before quickly disappearing.

You nodded, taking a sip of your hot coffee.

Soon after Poe returned with two cookies.

"I got these from Yosano" he said in a shaky voice, holding one of the round chocolate chips for you to take.

You leaned in to take a bite, marvelling at how rich the flavor was. For the next few minutes you talked about his most recent works and your plans for the weekend. Your conversation was interrupted by the buzz of the man's phone.

"Yes?" he answered the call, pursing his lips "Alright I'll be there soon."

"I'm afraid I have to go. I'll see you soon!" he spoke after ending the call, an apologetic look on his face.

You waved him goodbye, watching him exit through the office door. As soon as Poe was gone, Ranpo returned.

"Oh I see Edgar left. Too bad, he forgot this" he stated, procuring the purple covered notebook from a pocket.

Your eyes widened in shock.

"Ranpo, did you steal Poe's diary?"

"I wouldn't say steal. I just borrowed it for a while."

You rolled your eyes, handing him the rest of your cookie. The detective ate the biscuit, a smug smile making its way to his lips. He held out the notebook for you.

"I think you should return it to him. Of course, you can read it if you want. I think you'll like what you read there."

"I would never read his works without permission. I'm not that nosy."

Ranpo simply shurgged "Suit yourself"

A few hours later you texted Edgar to let him know that you'll be dropping by tomorrow to give him the notebook. The whole evening you kept rethinking Ranpo's words. What could be written in the mysterious diary? Why did the detective want you to read it that badly? And why were you so eager to find out?

You did your best not to open it but you eventually gave in to the temptation. Making your way to your bed with a cup of steaming tea in a hand and Poe's diary in the other, you tucked yourself in. The sheets felt cold against your skin.

You slowly opened the cover and started reading the first poem.

Thou wast that all to me, love,

For which my soul did pine-

A green isle in the sea, love,

A fountain and a shrine,

All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,

And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!

Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise

But to be overcast!

A voice from out the Future cries,

“On! on!”—but o’er the Past

my spirit hovering lies

Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me

The light of Life is o’er!

No more—no more—no more—

(Such language holds the solemn sea

To the sands upon the shore)

Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,

Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,

And all my nightly dreams

Are where thy grey eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams—

In what ethereal dances,

By what eternal streams.

~To One in Paradise by Edgar Allan Poe

You smiled as you read the words on paper, written in his neat, elegant handwriting. You knew that Edgar was a good murder mystery writer but you didn't know that he also wrote love poems. You skimmed through the poems, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as you read his latest works. They were getting more graphic, sensual.

You completely forgot about the tea on your nightstand, getting lost in the texts. As you waded through the poems you subconsciously started rubbing your thighs together. It was around 12 when you made it to the last poem.

'My lips agape, yearning for her

The divine of Life

...

My eternal soul to her is pledged

My Morning Star

...

Her Fate intertwined with mine

My everything, I'm yours to keep

Oh! Y/N

...

Your eyes shot open as your saw your name in his book. You remained motionless, your eyes scanning the poem again. Eventually you went over all of them again, checking for signs to confirm the idea that formed in your mind. And there they were, clues all over and you couldn't believe that you didn't notice them before. All the poems were about you.

A warm feeling took over your body, suddenly realizing why Ranpo wanted you to read the diary. You still felt like you were intruding Poe's personal life, his feelings. But it was too late for regrets. The deed was done. You put the notebook away, resting your head on the soft pillows. His words danced behind your eyelids and his voice intoxicated your mind until you fell asleep.

The next day you showed up to Poe's place holding the notebook under your arm. You rang the doorbell and a few seconds later a head emerged from behind the cracked door. When he saw you the man slowly opened the door, motioning you to enter.

His hair was more disheveled today; heavy bags newly formed under his eyes.

"Are you alright, Edgar?" you asked softly. "You don't look so good today"

He pulled at his collar, averting his gaze from yours.

"Yes I'm quite alright. I just didn't get much sleep last night"

"What a coincidence, me neither." you stated, taking a step closer to him.

You could notice him tense with each step you took. You handed him the notebook. The look on Poe's face betrayed his anxiety

"Did you read it?" he eventually asked

"Yes I did"

A deep silence fell between us. With each second that passed the feeling of guilt got stronger.

"Look, I know I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I promise that what I read won't change anything between us and-"

"Well maybe it should change something" interrupted the man. He quickly closed the distance between us, his hand cautiously snaking around your waist. "I mean, if you want that."

Your cheeks started to burn again; you were painfully aware of the closeness between the two of you. His grey eyes held your gaze for a while but eventually you felt his grip loosen. The sudden wave of confidence that took over him was starting to dissipate.

"I'm sorry if I took this too far..." he stuttered

You swiftly pulled him back in.

"No, Edgar you didn't. I want that too." you responded, a smile spread across your face.

He looked shocked for a while, his lips slightly parting as he exhaled deeply.

"I suppose we could go for a date tonight. If you're free" you added

A soft smile rose to his lips and from this angle, his eyes were a subtle shade of violet. He nodded, peeling your hands from around his waist.

"I'd like that. Shall I meet you at the office when you finish work?"

"Sure. I'll see you there."

Before you left, you planted a peck on his cheek. You waved goodbye, watching his pretty face turn red. An hour later when you entered your office you saw Ranpo seated on your chair. He had his legs on your desk and a lollipop in his mouth.

"Sooo little loverbird. How did it go? Got yourself a date tonight?" he asked with a grin.

You snatched his lollipop and placed it in your mouth, gaining a whine from the detective.

"Your ultra deduction ruins all good news, doesn't it?"

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #poe x y/n #poe x reader #bsd fluff #bsd poe

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the-moral-of-the-rose · 4 months

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The collection of Blythe children's favourite desserts:

Jem: gingerbread with whipped cream, muffins, apple crunch pie:

"Gingerbread and whipped cream was Jem's favourite dessert. But tonight it had no charm to soothe his stormy soul." (Anne of Igleside).

"And Little Jem shall have his favourite muffins for breakfast." (Anne of Ingleside).

"And Bertie had to go home that day without getting a piece of a wonderful concoction Susan called "apple crunch pie" and made regularly for the two boys and their pals." (Anne of Ingleside)

Walter: Queen pudding, monkey-faced cookies

"Drat her hide," muttered Susan as she went out for the dessert...Walter's favourite Queen pudding." (Anne of Ingleside).

"Susan had whisked on a fire, got him a hot cup of milk, a slice of golden-brown toast and a big plateful of his favourite "monkey face" cookies" (Anne of Ingleside).

Di: chocolate, pie*

"Di had et his chocolate rabbit that forenoon though she knew it was his rabbit." (Anne of Ingleside).

"Can we have a roast chicken, Susan...with lots of stuffing? And pie. You don't know how that poor child longs to taste pie. They never have pies...her stepmother is too mean." (Anne of Ingleside).

Nan: fruit puffs, cookies*

"But now the pretty things...her share of them anyhow...would belong to Cassie Thomas. Cassie Thomas would take her part as fairy queen in the forthcoming Sunday School concert and wear her dazzling band of tinsel. How Nan had looked forward to that! Susan would make fruit puffs for Cassie Thomas and Pussywillow would purr for her." (Anne of Ingleside).

"The cookies...cut in the shape of roosters and ducks...were surprisingly good and fairly melted in your mouth.[...]perhaps some day she would go and see Thomasine Fair again and get some more of those nice cookies." (Anne of Ingleside)

Shirley: bread and jam, maple sugar buns*

"Shirley, if you haven't got that new magazine all sticky with jam!" (Anne of Ingleside).

"Susan had waited for the evening coolness to do the family baking...but maple sugar buns, like all else, were just vanity." (Anne of Ingleside).

Rilla: "Gold-and-silver cake", maple sugar buns

"Alas, when dinner time came the cake, done to a turn, filled and iced, was sitting triumphantly on the kitchen table. It was a favourite cake of Rilla's..."Gold-and-silver cake" did sound so luxuriant..." (Anne of Ingleside).

*Sadly, nothing was said about Di and Shirley's favourite desserts. "Maple sugar buns" were mentioned in Rilla's chapter as "a family favourite", so I suppose Shirley loved them too. I chose fruit puffs for Nan's favourite dessert, because it was among the things she loved and thought she'd have to give away to Cassie Thomas. And Di stole Jem's chocolate rabbit... also, she was her father's (who was the biggest fan of pies!) child, so loving pies might have run in her blood... (especially since it was the one dessert she requested for Delilah's visit).

If you remember any other desserts the kids loved, feel free to add them here!

@pinkenamelheart's post about Gilbert being the pie-fan inspired!

#lm montgomery #anne of green gables #anne of ingleside

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captainsimagines · 2 years

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pretty woman, this is me trying || nine

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(9/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: dry humping; CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT; references to past SA

Word Count: 2,200+

Author’s Note: Smut is not incredibly heavy in this series. Only 3 chapters include it. Alas, I wrote it all in 3 days so.... Sorry lol xxMoni

Bucky had pulled you from bed at the crack of dawn. Granted, you had told him the code to the building and said unexpected visits were welcome, but the sight of your distressed face as he physically pulled you from bed was classic.

You had left a little after his breakdown in the shower because Bucky, honest to God, needed to be alone.

Alone with his thoughts.

He had saved Natalia yesterday. He encountered a scary figure from his past, felt degraded, and still he pulled her from the rumble and carried her out. He was proud of himself, truly, but the sight of Steve’s sorrow from being unable to touch his best friend broke Bucky a little bit.

Hydra had reentered his life and he shot it directly in the face. He had carried Natalia out even as his body begged him not to touch another human being. But the soft touch from Steve that was promised, he rejected.

And that hurt more than his memories nowadays.

It hurt that he was able to sit with you, dine with you, hold you—and not be able to hold Steve.

Or Sam or Clint, for that matter.

Steve has been his best friend since childhood. Bucky had held Steve as his body was wracked with pneumonia. Had held the spoonful of honey and whiskey to his mouth. Took punches to his torso whenever he broke up one of Steve’s fights.

Working with you… Bucky was fighting to get those things back.

“Is this our spot?” he asked, lifting his head to the sun in hopes that when the cloud passed it would warm his face.

“We could make it our spot if you’d like,” you said, uncapping your hot chocolate and blowing to cool it down. Your little picnic was bare today. You only had warm drinks and water for Axel. It seemed even the world was running slow. Or, the city of New York abandoned nature because Christmas shopping was nearing its deadline.

That reminded Bucky—He had to get you a gift. What do you give someone who is in the process of giving you back everything?

“I wonder what the tree looks like with leaves.”

You pursed your lips, squinting as if in deep thought. “Big.”

“Big.”

Bucky chuckled, staring at you for longer than intended. You didn’t comment, though. You seemed to welcome his looks, his constant analysis. Did you think he was judging? Did you think he was ogling? Did you think he was admiring?

In truth, Bucky was just trying to figure you out. You were an amazing person—amazing jokes, amazing laugh, amazing cooking, amazing view of the world. How was it that you had no friends? Or, why weren’t there any friends around for him to meet? Was Lainey your only friend in the city? It damn near broke Bucky in two to imagine you lonely in that apartment, cooking for yourself, watching television by yourself. It’s the goddamned holidays and you were just going to… Spend it alone?

Or maybe, you would have had a date. You would have spent the night with someone who was not him. Your caress, your mouth, your body would have never known him at all.

“I want to try dry humping.”

You opened your eyes from the calm daze you occupied, slowly turning your head to him. An undisturbed reaction, Bucky dare say. As if his words weren’t so sudden.

“I bet you do,” you teased as your mouth widened into a grin.

“I’m serious. I’m comfortable holding you now.”

“Then I think the word you’re looking for is cuddle.”

Bucky shook his head. “Dry hump.”

You studied him, probably deciding whether he was ready or not. It was your decision to agree, but it wasn’t your decision if he was ready or not. But he let you watch him. He liked your eyes on him.

“Well, okay,” you determined, sipping your hot chocolate casually. “I’m cool with that.”

“You’re not just saying that because—”

“No.”

Because you were being paid for it.

Oh, God. You were technically being paid for it.

“I’m not trying to take advantage of our situation.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you for caring. But I want to do this.”

He nodded, still unsure if he was even in the position to ask. You two had spoken about graduating levels on the pyramid. But to skip about five of those levels was where things got jumbled.

“Is there anything I should know beforehand?”

“Don’t you want to kiss me first?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing to the point Bucky thought the crease would be permanent.

“Fuck.” He fucked up. “Yes, that first. Then—”

“Dry hump. I got that.”

Bucky awkwardly shimmied until he was lying on the blanket, face buried in Axel’s chest. The dog made no movement to remove him. He was too deep in his sleep to care.

“Was that too straightforward?” he asked, his voice muffled.

“It was certainly cute, but horribly executed.”

“Sorry.”

He peeked one eye open from his position, embarrassment painting his T-line red.

You smiled down at him, equally as flushed, and giggled into your cup. “Don’t apologize. I’m happy to dry hump you, Bucky Barnes.”

The only other time your body had been wracked with this many nerves had been during your first week on the job. And though those were entirely negative, your toes still curled with the same anticipation. Your first experience was shit, but the fourth had been enjoyable. More than enjoyable, actually. Being chosen, feeling appreciated, wanted for both an outing and sex—It was intoxicating. Here, Bucky wanted you for real. For his own pleasure, your pleasure, for educational purposes.

Only once did you roleplay a professor-student dynamic, and you were the student.

Now, you’re the professor. Bucky’s trusted guide, his friend. You would do anything to ensure Bucky enjoyed his first kiss in nearly eighty years. It was a lot of pressure, but who better to give him this, ease him into this, than you?

“Whenever you’re ready,” you instructed, balancing more on your left foot than your right as you stood at the edge of the bed. Bucky was chilling against the wall, breathing in a repeated pattern.

He hummed lowly, his face falling peacefully. A good sign. He pushed off the wall and stalked toward you, leaving you with no time to prepare for his sudden closeness. He gripped your cheeks in both hands, one cold and one warm.

“Hi,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning your face. Intoxicating, indeed.

“Hi,” you responded, looking up at him. His massive build dwarfed yours, yet you were equal somehow. At this moment. Perhaps you were both students.

“You smell like your cookies.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

His smile widened, pure glee flooding not just that, but his shining blue eyes as well. The image of a man about to relearn the simplicities of life, of soft touch.

Slowly, he bent his head, drawing you into him. Taking charge, effectively deciding how he wanted this to happen. Completely fine, you thought. You were here for questions and to enjoy this, too.

Bucky smelled like snow and what you imagined Van Gogh’s Starry Night smelled like. All those swirls replicated in his eyes. All those colors laying a picnic and lighting a calm fire in your stomach. How anybody could torture this man… To steal his light, to mangle his dignity. They were soulless.

The last thing you saw before Bucky’s lips finally touched yours and your eyes shut was the blurred cluster of Christmas tree lights in your living room. The press of his lips overwhelmed your senses, somehow rewriting the way you saw Bucky.

Because there was no coming back from this. No possibility of ignoring what you were feeling. Bucky Barnes was no longer just a friend. You wanted him by your side after this. You needed him to grow frantic with the need to kiss you. To have you.

The rational section of your brain reminded you that he was setting the pace and it could be ages before he wanted to take you entirely. To allow you to take him right back.

Then Bucky applied even more pressure to the kiss, slipping the tip of his tongue out to test the waters, and it was written in ancient stone that you had turned into the most patient person alive. And fuck, you would wait thousands of years to have Bucky Barnes.

In any way he offered.

You fell backward, opening your legs to allow space for him. Bucky reacted on instinct, crawling forward as you pushed backward, then settled comfortably in the space you provided. He made sure not to crush you under his weight, yet his enthusiasm pressed you into the mattress hard enough. Using his core to balance, Bucky used both hands to grip your thighs, his fingers leaving indents.

“You’re wearing pants,” he breathed, kissing alongside your chin and down your neck.

“Uh huh.”

“I want you to come. It’ll be difficult to stimulate you with jeans in the way.”

You opened your neck to him, whining when he pulled away. He met your eyes, the blue of his almost entirely gone. You figured yours were suffering the same effect.

“Can I remove them?” he asked, his fingers gripping your thighs harder. To be honest, he probably didn’t even need to remove your jeans. Massaging your thighs the way he was currently doing, even with the layers, was probably stimulation enough.

“Sure,” you agreed, lifting your hips to help him. He chucked them to the other side of your bedroom, lowering you back down. He was wearing sweatpants, those wonderful gray sweatpants men wore during the cold months. You were left in granny panties and your shirt, but you couldn’t care less.

“Do you want to be on top?” you asked.

“Please.”

You nodded against him, your face tucked between his collar and shoulder. You prepared yourself mentally for the feeling of Bucky Barnes, of possibly stopping before you got to come.

This was about him. Of course, he wanted you to enjoy it, too. There was absolutely no way he would be doing this if you didn’t voice your fervor for his touch.

He pressed his lower half to yours, and that was that.

He was larger than anyone you had ever been with. Pressed perfectly against your heat, his hands still pushing your thighs up and apart. Cramps a foreign concept.

“Bucky,” you sighed, stopping yourself from pushing your hips upward. This was at his pace, not yours.

Bucky whispered your name before he lowered his hips again, rolling them against you. The angle wasn’t exactly perfect, but it was too early to voice it. He was finding a rhythm, learning both your body and his. You’d let him experiment for however long he wanted.

He groaned when one particular roll positively turned his stomach. His body fell a little, the pleasure too overpowering. “It’s been years since I’ve felt this.”

You bit your lip, opting to forego a verbal response. Felt like this.

He meant pleasure. He didn’t say since I’ve had an orgasm for a reason.

“Keep going,” you urged, laying your palms on his hips. He seemed to equate your touch as a helpful influence, but he reached for your left hand to bring it back up toward the pillows. There, he intertwined his flesh fingers within yours.

His cock brushed against your clit in perfected motion, over and over and over. His hot breath fanned your neck and shoulder, warming you from every angle. You gripped his ass next, moaning your praise.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Bucky picked up the pace, his moans turning into short and delicious whimpers. He struggled to lift his face to watch yours, but he succeeded. With his cock pressed deep against you, stilling, he huffed, “Tell me you like it.”

“I like it,” you said honestly, moving your hips against him. He stayed still, watching you rub yourself against his covered erection.

“Tell me I can like it, too.”

In the midst of your pleasure, your heart cracked. Meeting his gaze, you insisted, “You can like this too, Bucky.”

He spread you wider with his metal arm, his flesh hand clutching at your own. Chest to chest, sharing breath. He kissed you with everything he had. All his strength, all his momentum, all his control. He rolled his hips right where you needed him.

You knew what it meant. So you matched his movements, angling your own hips, hugging his body to yours. Repeated chants of yes, yes, yes spilled from your mouth. They were honest and true as the pleasure was near full bloom in your lower stomach, but they were also meant to encourage him. Encourage him to slide off that ledge with you. That it was safe to do so.

Bucky’s upper half fell forward, his mouth resting against your cheek, as his pleasure took over. He didn’t stop moving, making sure you reached your end as well. Your free hand came up to his metal arm, acrylics scratching, your grip tough. You came with a prolonged shout, and Bucky came with a low and satisfied groan.

He immediately rolled off, laying beside you. He panted heavily, eyes closed.

“You good?” you asked, trying your best to catch your breath.

Bucky said nothing. He reached down between you and found your hand, holding it tightly.

“I had forgotten how fun it was when both people wanted it.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes/reader #captainsimagines #by Moni #holiday fanfic #marvel fanfiction #pretty woman au

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autumnaaltonen · 2 years

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Alucard would have some much fun if he finds out that his s/o is ticklish. He just loves their laugh so much. Especially if he’s the cause of it. Rip to the reader’s peace of mind tho. Through out the day he’ll sneak up on them like a giant red tickle monster.

Of all the monikers Alucard could recieve, "giant red tickle monster" is probably not on in his top 20.

You were so unbelievably on edge.

To the average person, you looked like you were just walking to the kitchen of the Hellsing mess hall.

Which you were.

But there was also a tenseness to your movements. Your shoulders were squared and tight, arms wrapped around your middle, and head looking about as if you were being followed.

Which was also a possibility.

Never did you think such an insignificant quirk would become your worst weakness, and even worse that your lover would be so cruel to use it against you. It's only been a week, and yet every moment of everyday is spent in a constant state of fear. Can't you catch a break?

But alas, a familiar coat of red suddenly materializes through the wall right next to you, making you scream bloody murder.

"ALUCARD, NO!" you shriek.

The vampire's hands rip your arms from your waist, wrapping his around in replacement. His white gloved fingers immediately dig under your shirt, finding purchase on the smooth skin of your sides and stomach.

His laugh was that of pure evil, before he begins his attack.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHA!" you begin to uncontrollably giggle, squirming in his firm embrace as his head sits on top your shoulder, pressing himself cheek to cheek with you. You can feel his wide and satisfied smirk against your jaw as you cry out for freedom.

You know the longer this goes on, the more his enjoyment will increase. He just loves leaving you so weak as your beautiful laugh echos in his ears.

Try as you may, your darling Alucard continues to hold strong, and you couldn't break his grip on you.

"A-Alu! Alucard, ple-he-hease!" you cackle, throwing your legs in the air as he holds you against his chest.

Tears begin to water in your eyes, and your lungs felt like they were jumping against your rib cage as the monster continued his merciless assault, hands meticulous and expertly guided, knowing all your weak spots.

"You know what you have to say, Dearest. Just one word," Alucard chuckles in your ear, before placing a heavy kiss against your neck.

One of his hands makes its way out of your shirt, rising upwards and finding a place on your inner clavicle, beginning a new assault above your collar bone.

"Wa-wait!" you cry in alarm, arms gripping the sleeves of his coat, "mercy! Mercy, Alucard!"

Alucard's fingers continue to dance on your shoulder and waist for a moment longer, before finally pulling away. His arms wrap back around your middle as you finally find a moment to breathe normally, going slack against Alucard's tall frame.

"You— *huff* —you ass..." you gasp, as you feel him kiss up your neck, before leaving a soft one on your cheek, "can't I just get myself a cup of hot-chocolate without being assaulted?"

"Not if you keep leaving yourself open like that," Alucard laughs.

"I live here, you bastard!"

Alucard: 5, You: 0

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard #alucard x reader

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analysistics · 1 month

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Y/n is weary of Nevermore, but a certain barista just might change her mind... <3 Pt. 1.5

“Y/n. What. Was. That!?” Ava demanded. “Oh. Uh. Tyler?” Y/n responded. Still flustered. His name on her tongue made her stomach flutter. “I know that, but care to explain why your face is so red?” Ava demanded, incredulous. “I- I don’t know.” Y/n was embarrassed to admit how she felt about him; especially with all her new friends staring at her. “Forget how she was looking at him! Did you see how he was looking at her!?!?!?!?” Zach spoke up to Ava. “I know!!! He looks about as red as she does!” Ava said back. “Look at him, he keeps looking at her!” Lucas spoke up. “Are you serious??” Y/n asked, the grin on her face very prominent, despite her attempts to conceal it. “Oh yeah.” Damien said. “He’s definitely looking at you right now.” “Forget looking, he’s staring!” Zach said. Y/n dared to look up, and sure enough, there he was, staring at her. When he met her gaze, however, he immediately looked away. “Oh my god!” Y/n said breathlessly. “Glad we took you here, huh?” Ava asked smugly. “Um, yes!” Y/n said, still trying not to stare. A couple minutes later, Tyler wandered over to the table with a mug. Y/n noticed his shaking hands. “One hot chocolate.” Tyler said, breathless at the sight of the girl as she looked up at him. “Hey!” Damien exclaimed. “We ordered first!” “What?” Tyler looked up. “Oh! S-sorry about that, I’ll get your drinks right away!” Tyler looked at y/n once more before hurrying away. “Damien!” Zach swatted him on the arm. “Sorry! Instinct!” Damien exclaimed in defense. “At least he knows not to mess with y/n.” Y/n smiled at Damien, grateful for her new friends. “Your claws are the only thing you have going for you.” Ava said with a laugh. The whole table snickered along with her. In the time it took Tyler to get the other drinks ready, y/n kept sneaking glances at him. Everytime she looked at him, he was staring right back.

————————————————————————————————————— Tyler was making the drinks, but the entire time he was making them, he was working up the courage to give y/n his number. Finally, just as the drinks were ready, he quickly grabbed a pen and the leftover receipt from y/n’s drink and scrawled his name and number on it. Before he could change his mind, he gathered up the drinks and brought them over, the note between his hand and a coffee cup. He was looking at y/n when he set the drinks down, and accidentally spilled coffee on his hand. “Ah! Shit!” He exclaimed. He met y/n’s gaze, quickly walking away in embarrassment. Tyler hid in the back for the rest of the time y/n and her friends were there, half from embarrassment, half from being too nervous to look at y/n after delivering his note. After they finished their drinks, y/n and her friends were getting ready to head out. Y/n noticed the receipt with her name on it and put it in her tote bag, not paying much attention to it. As she walked out with her friends, she glanced inside the cafe one last time in hopes of seeing Tyler’s adorable face again. Alas, he waited until they were gone to come out. Y/n walked back to Nevermore with her friends, her first day complete. She had already met an adorable boy who just might like her back. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Thanks for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed this story and please let me know if you want to see a part two as well as if you want a drawing of Ava and y/n's room.

#Tyler galpin #Tyler Galpin x reader #Tyler Galpin x y/n #Tyler Galpin fanfic #tyler galpin fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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possibilistfanfiction · 2 years

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Aw snap dude sorry to hear you had a bad day. What about a prompt for chocolate? (Also hope you get to eat something comforting and nourishing! Idk food is the answer to everything to me lol)

[chocolate is great, ur right! idk what i'll have for dinner but smth along the lines of comforting & nourishing for sure :)]

'i don't think that's what it's supposed to... be like,' you say, watching ava very terrifyingly try to cut through brownies. or, what were supposed to be brownies, but are so hard the knife isn't even doing anything.

'if i could just —' she grunts — 'use the halo —'

'— ava.'

'ugh,' she groans. 'i really wanted to make these for bea. how did i fuck up brownies so badly? the recipe said they were easy! and we have this giant kitchen, and bea's been grumpy today.'

you're just visiting for a few days, partially because nothing is really happening at cat's cradle at the moment, but mostly because you'd missed their friends. lilith had plopped you right into the water, instead of into their house or yard, but you'd gotten a good shot in — a slew of bullets through one of her wings; regular ones, so harmless, she'll heal in minutes — and she had careened right into the water too, spluttering. you're even, you think.

'well, did you forget an ingredient or something? they don't look burnt.'

ava goes through the list on her phone, muttering quietly, and then reluctantly starts to laugh. 'i forgot the flour.'

'the... flour?'

'yeah,' she says, looking at the various ingredients still strewn about the counter, and then goes into the pantry. you join in on her laughter when she emerges with, indeed, a bag of flour.

'ava.'

'i know! i know. look, i'm doing my best.'

she's not upset, but you still squeeze her hand. 'i know.'

'and, alas, i'm just so brilliant and cool and, conversely, hot, and my boobs are from heaven itself, so, you know, gotta balance things out somehow. otherwise it'd be unfair for everyone else.'

'sure.'

'wanna help me make another batch? we can try to throw stuff at this... brick —' she laughs again, rapping her knuckles on the rock hard tray of brownies — 'while they bake.'

you had planned to go to the beach, but this sounds fun too. with ava, most things are more fun than they ever have been before. 'sure. but i'm in charge.'

it's too late, you realize, when ava cocks a hip and then grins — inevitable: 'that's hot,' she tells you, and your eye roll doesn't seem to discourage her at all.

#girls against god #i guess?#prompts #ava & cam they're so cute #wn fic

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The Board Pt 2: The Woman

Summary: Anura Ricci works for the Outcast school board. They're struggling with many factors in life, quietly. They know so much, but can't seem to figure out exactly how to make themself happy. They befriend a certain Principal, and things begin to seem brighter for them. (Probably 12 chapters)

Tw: mention of past SH behaviour

Note: Plz give me feedback if you like it! Or don't like it lol ~2000 words.

Pt 1: The Man

Mid September

As your alarm went off, you looked to the time and saw 5:30am. You questioned why you stayed up until 2am reading old papers in Latin, you knew you needed more sleep than 3 and a half hours. Dreading an hour flight, hour wait, and an hour train ride, you found yourself in the shower, desperately trying to rinse out the cherry red dye that you put in your hair two days prior. Messing with your image was something you did to replace your older coping mechanisms, which according to your husband were much more harmful. They were, you knew, but it's hard to get away from the things that were once so comforting. Watching the red dye fall down your chest and arms, you look to your new tattoo, covered with transparent protective material. The look and feel of your arm was slightly different than you were used to, yet it was all too similar.

On the plane you found yourself diving back into the Latin language. Yes, it is a dead language, but it’s importance in so many subjects lead to the need to be understood by you, in order to posses all the knowledge you longed to. You knew many languages, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, German and Russian, which you learned by the time you were 25.

The last 5 years have been rocky to say the least. You've been married since you were 20, had this job since you were 18, and knew more than anyone you've ever met. Since you turned 25, you've felt distant from your husband, tired from your job, and haven't been as interested in learning things as you once were. Again, you were tired of your job. The travelling mostly, but also the being alone. Right after you graduated, the outcast board took you on due to your language knowledge, organizational skills, and expertise in many fields. You are exceptionally good at recognizing details and scoping things out when going on school visits, as well as conversing with the teachers and higherups. You were lucky to have this well paying job so young, but when you look back, you can't help but think of the many other jobs that could have benefitted you, and still would.

Finally on the train, you took a break from the Latin and focused on the scenery. There was so much nature and so many trees compared to where you lived, and that's one thing you liked about travelling. Maybe travelling wouldn't even be that bad if you had someone to do it with. Your husband traveled for work, but as he had the same job as you, you never traveled to the same places at the same time, and alas, you were always apart. In the back of your mind you were happy about that, even though you knew you shouldn't be.

At the train station, you looked to the time, 11:25am. You were hungry now as all you ate for breakfast was a protein bar on the plane. Walking through Jericho, you came across a bookstore, flower shop, bar, café, and Pilgrim world. Wait, what's Pilgrim world? Not out of the ordinary for a small town you thought, it intrigued you to learn about the history behind places you travelled to. Stopping at the Weathervane café, you found your way inside and put your suitcase in a corner booth. Since it was lunch time, it was pretty busy. You were used to places being busy though, considering you lived in New York City. You looked at the menu and you decided to just get a breakfast sandwich. Coffee, although you loved it, just heightened your anxiousness, and hot chocolate was not something you found appealing, too sugary.

While you ate your breakfast sandwich, you observed people in the café. Some Nevermore students were there. You remembered reading that they weren’t allowed to go into town during lunch, for safety reasons. Besides them, it looked to be a bunch of older people, and some kids, probably from a normie school. Everyone just looked like a bunch of normies, but I guess you did too, since your ability is not a visibly presenting or obvious one.

After finishing your breakfast sandwich, you walked up to the two students from Nevermore. "Hi, nice to meet you" you said with a smile. They looked at you with a bit of concern, wondering what you would want with them, and why you had a suitcase. "Bella and Sydney, if I remember correctly? I'm joking, of course I do" you said with a smirk, knowing that they were super confused. "Yes, how did you know?" Bella said. "I work for the outcast school board, my name is Mx. Ricci and I am here to observe Nevermore and report on how this term is starting out. I do believe I read somewhere that Nevermore students aren't allowed out in Jericho during lunch due to safety concern, is that true?" you asked them, and they looked at each other in defeat. "Yes, it’s true, we'll walk back to school now, sorry" Sydney said. "Nonsense, I'm getting a taxi there right now, I'll give you both a ride if you show me to Principal Weems' office when we get there." They both half smiled and Bella said "Deal."

When you got to Nevermore, you were in awe. It was a literal castle, so well kept and decorated, and the iron gates and gargoyles made it look so spooky, in a good way. Bella and Sydney lead you up to Principal Weems' office, and you thanked them before going to knock on her door. To their surprise and yours, Principal Weems called to them while walking towards you from the hall, and they looked like they wanted to run. "Sydney, Bella, what are you doing up here? Aren't you supposed to be in the meal hall?" She chirped at them. "Forgive me Principal Weems, I couldn't find my way to your office and I asked them if they would show me" you smiled at her, knowing it was her from the one photo you remembered seeing. Also, you knew your way to her office, having never been to Nevermore before, because you briefly saw a map of the school online. She turned to them "Well, thank you for your help girls, now get to meal hall before lunch is over". You winked at them before they turned and ran to meal hall, hoping you wouldn't tell principal Weems that you caught them at the Weathervane. Turning back to Principal Weems, you held out your hand, "Principal Weems, I am Anura Ricci, from the board. It is so nice to meet you." Her face turned from stern to soft, she shook your hand but gave you a confused look. "Nice to meet you Mx. Ricci. Forgive me, but I did not know you would be arriving so soon. I would have picked you up from the train station myself." You smiled at her and reassured her with a "no worries." She in fact did look worried, but you weren’t really sure why. She unlocked her office door and pushed it open, gesturing for you to enter first.

Walking over to her taxidermy bear in the corner, you admired all the interesting décor that lined her office. You looked to her huge fireplace on the opposite wall, a couch in front of it. She gestured for you to sit in front of her desk, so you did. "Wow, I saw photos of this place online, but I didn't think it would be this immaculate in person." Larissa sat down at her desk. "Yes, it is quite beautiful, the photos don't do it justice. So, did you attend an outcast school?" You panned to her desk where you saw a unicorn mug resting on it. You smirked, "Yes I did, in Italy. Just a small school, nothing too fancy."

You went over your plans for the next two days with her and she seemed content with you listening in on classes and making sure things were up to date. She took a deep breath, "Mx. Ricci, I must let you know, since you will be here during the event, that I am planning a school trip into Jericho tomorrow. I understand that I am not supposed to be planning outcast-normie events or spending time on these sort of things, but I really think the students would benefit from a trip to Pilgrim world, to learn more of Jericho's history." She paused after spilling this information, in doing so, she sounded like a student telling on themselves for doing something they weren’t supposed to. She continued, "Before you say anything, I funded this trip myself, so no worries about wasting the schools money." No worries? No, worries. Is this why she looked worried earlier? You were extremely confused. "Principal Weems, I appreciate you being honest with me. I am slightly confused though. Why do you sound like you're doing something you aren't supposed to be doing" you let out a giggle, "and why did you fund it yourself? The board allows Nevermore funding for trips like this." She looked to you, more confused than you were. Just then, you recalled hearing something that your co-worker Mr. Martell had said in a meeting awhile ago. You recalled it perfectly. 'That pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter. Women think they can do whatever they want, spend all our money, 'fix' normie-outcast relations.' It came back to you like it had just been said. "Principal Weems, I believe you are a pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter, according to my co-worker." She looked at you baffled, as she recalled that was exactly what he had called her. You continued, "The board, embarrassingly so, is all over the place. We don't see eye to eye sometimes. If you want to push outcast-normie relations and be involved with the rest of Jericho, please by all means. And as for the funding, you will have all the money you wish, I will see to it." You admired her drive, her motivation, and the way she cared for the students. She let out a breath and put her hand over her chest in relief. She smiled with her teeth and tilted her head, with a "thank you Mx. Ricci." You laughed at her, she looked adorable all anxious, "breathe, Larissa" you joked. "My last board visit was rather, unpleasant, and I was prepared for the same thing again." You looked up at her giggling, knowing who was here last time and what he had said, but not knowing what had really happened. "I do believe Mr. Martell was here last time, and hopefully without sounding pretentious, you're lucky I'm here."

She showed you your temporary quarters and you immediately turned on the tv. Putting on a documentary, you spoke just as she was turning in the doorway about to leave. "Principal Weems, I will be staying here tomorrow to explore the school since no students will be present. I hope you have a joyous day in Jericho, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call." She nodded and a blush was evident on her cheeks, you knew she was relieved that you were not unpleasant, like a certain man. "Mx. Ricci, may I ask you a question?" You nodded your head yes, wondering why she had to ask. "I know nothing about you, but you seem to know things about me. How did you know who I was when you saw me, and how did you know about my last board visit exactly?" You grinned, you knew more about her than that. "I remember things I hear and see when they're something that I care about. I saw your photo online before I arrived. If I'm not being too forward Principal Weems, in person you are quite beautiful. The photo doesn't do you justice, to quote yourself" you said with a wink. You sat down and got lost in the documentary.

Pt 3: Trivia

#larissa weems fanfic #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa x oc #wednesday netflix #so gay omg #nonbinary reader #gwendolineuniverse

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