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nozomijoestar · 4 years ago

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Cannot get this out my head so just remember what I said about these two becoming more like each other and turn that into an entire piece, if you think abt it they're the same character interpreted two ways as is (tws for one sentence of body horror)

The philosophy of the Trikaya came to mind so I tried to embody it in sections and at times blurring together; my paragraph length is deliberately formatted to show the differences in character, have fun trying to decipher what the paragraph lengths mean for each character mindset

I couldn't decide 100% on what Susumu Hirasawa song fits them best so for now (lyric index) I'm considering Moonlight/Shadow of the Moon, The Master's Mountain, A Strange Night of Omnificence, and Venus

Individually Reina's Hirasawa character song is Day Scanner, Kumiko's is Snow Blind

For non Hirasawa music there’s You by Kazami off the Samurai Champloo ost / Eternal by SCANDAL (lyrics)

Also Yūko is listening to Tupac's Life Goes On & Me Against The World

There was something different. Not a bad thing surely, but different all the same. Was it Kumiko standing straighter than usual? No perhaps it was the way her jaw set while weighing decisions. Maybe it had to do with ease of her touch, or the resolve that could flash like lightening through slow motion at random in her gaze.

Whatever it was and why didn’t change its singularity against all else. It was a difference. The concept sent a chill rippling through her; she imagined a figure being peeled back then rearranged before being resewn. A terrible nausea took her then and her playing faltered. Her fingers may as well have become lead on the trumpet valves. She stopped and lowered her trumpet ever so carefully. Change. Would Kumiko one day forget her sound?

Why had Reina stared at her like that after practice? Was there something in her teeth today? No she couldn't be silly. Reina would never see through her over anything trivial. If you asked Kumiko, that intensity easily took its place as the scariest feeling anyone worth more than five minutes of effort had shown her. But she wasn't saying Reina, or anybody, came off as some pet project! It was just...she couldn't give everybody equal time. There were only so many pieces of herself to split for everyone. There were only so many Kumikos before she burst at the seams. At least, these days there were. She preferred that; she knew what the alternative made her.

If you asked her to rank them though, Reina had a slice so huge it was unfair. Kumiko was sure she knew it too. So why had her eyes grasped her heart? She felt a repeat of the feeling now as it struck her even in memory. She was naked before that stare- like her whole being had unfurled the moment Reina's presence approached. Like she saw herself outside her own body. Like Kumiko could die fulfilled.

Her fingers slid over the cool brass of her euphonium. The way the sensation prickled her skin made the air sharper, let it flow through her touching everything before she exhaled. It didn't come frantic but steady and coaxed.

She brought the mouthpiece to her lips and played. Her eyes closed amid the cicada calls in this familiar nook under the shadow of Kitauji's building. Her feet planted easy on this ground that'd received her sweat and blood without complaint season after season. She played.

She played a note for everything, for every breath gave rise to a memory. High notes lifted joyful moments like bubbles meeting the sky. Low notes spiraled their way up beside them in hesitation, but rising nevertheless. Soon the divide blurred and she no longer knew where the two separated.

Together they soared from her; the music a tapestry woven in on itself over and over. The feeing was older than her, older than anyone she knew living. Notes wandered, whole passages surged endless. The piece that wasn't a piece vibrated her blood. The sound rattled her bones. She played.

Her fingers burned exhaustion asking so much of the euphonium. She didn't dare stop. A little more and it'd take a true shape and-

From everywhere a calm that stood side by side with anticipation washed over her. There came the sound of footsteps. Reina turned the corner eyes widened by a hair and lips barely open. Her cheeks had gone flush coloring her like a human sized red crayon. Seeing her in shock drove Kumiko's mind frantic and buzzing until all she blurted out after scooting backward was-

"Do you have a fever?"

"........I could ask you the same thing. Here."

The water was cold and the bottle sweating condensation. Drinking it melted her adrenaline into lava. Her body aches as if scrubbed raw beneath the heat under her skin. The world spun just for an instant before Reina pressed a second water bottle against her neck.

Kumiko yelped, jumping out her chair and scrambling to keep her euphonium from crashing to the floor. Her shoe trips but in an instant Reina is behind her holding her upright. Water from the bottle Kumiko clutched splashed across their skirts and sleeves. When she registered the cold dripping down her knees the picture of what she'd done snapped into place. Before she could control it her voice stuttered out.

"T-T-thanks. Sorry for the mess."

"It's fine. Come and sit."

She let herself be guided by Reina's hand. When they sat side by side the world became right again. Kumiko still gasped and wheezed as she let Reina's fingers tidy her hair. Over time the motions had graduated from bumbling to meticulous; she couldn't clearly remember a time Reina hadn't been doing this anymore.

"What were you playing? I've never heard it."

The tone to her words made Kumiko's stomach sink a little. It wavered between curiosity and scolding; yet at the same time found itself half smothered by her quiet voice. Had she been at it that long? Her body certainly said more than either could.

"Nothing. Was just free-styling and stuff...practice."

"Practice doesn't almost give you heat stroke."

"Maybe not for you, but if I'm special too now then I have to catch up. If I don't there's no point."

Reina's laugh burst from her clear and free. Kumiko's eyes widened. She knew exactly what was coming. The way Reina's black hair draped down her shoulders, the way this angle teased at her nape, the crinkle of her eyes and wiggling eyebrows as her head was thrown back; everything was Reina, and it emptied her mind. She remained staring with her mouth slack like an idiot when she heard it. Now Reina's voice became love.

"You're awful." 'Don't you know we're already alike?'

Reina had finally deciphered Kumiko's new attitude three days ago. Perhaps. Almost. Maybe. Her hunch was solid. Now she needed proof. She wanted proof so bad her blood boiled. Voices leaked through the band room doors. Picking out Kumiko's laugh was child's play. It had a warm quality she couldn't describe even as it calmed her heart.

She entered and wrestled the surge of emotions she couldn't pick apart coursing through her. Her expression remained flat. Calm. Centered. Reina Kousaka did not roar at the world before an audience.

For whatever reason Kumiko had yet to notice her in their crowd of bandmates. She slowed her steps, kneeled near a wall pretending to search her bag. Kumiko sat with Midori and Hazuki today. Their conversation filled her ears, stoked her irrational fear. That fear which hung over her heavier than a headman's axe. That fear who's tendrils constricted her heart at its leisure.

'You wouldn't abandon me without a word would you?'

Childish, Reina Kousaka!

"That part is so tough. My mom's been putting dinner aside when I come home late."

"You always practice real hard Hazuki. It'll be worth it. That's what Nationals are all about! Don't you think so Kumiko?"

"Lately it sounds like my breath control's gotten stronger. When I play the sound is talking...or something like that. I wanna give it all I've got. So I'm glad we're going for it."

"Who're you now? Reina?"

They giggled even as they complimented her after. It didn't matter, her mind raced. What emotions had coursed now rose to a flood. She felt her heartbeat through her tongue. Pride? Kumiko felt...pride in playing...because of her? At the very least with her as a reason?

"Kousaka what're you doing?"

Yūko loomed over her causing Reina to smack into her pink headphone wire when she turned. She flinched and rubbed her nose. She looked up at her; her mind blanked.

"Checking my things."

"You must have a museum in there to be checking your bag for three minutes straight. You look super weird, what's going on?"

No quips or barbs loaded in response; nor could anything dampen the joy already swirling in her head. Besides, any qualms with Yūko were long outgrown. Why dwell on what was settled? Her body still tingled. Kumiko was proud because of her.

Yūko kept staring in anticipation as the song blaring through her headphones faded into another. Reina noticed that little twist of the mouth she did whenever she got impatient. Reina's lips moved to answer her but Yūko cut her off.

"Fine. You don't have to tell me. It better not divide the band though."

"...It's between me and Kumiko. No one else."

"Oh. In that case uh...if you want to talk to someone..."

Watching Yūko look away and scratch her chin awkwardly made her swallow a laugh. Instead she smiled and nodded. Maybe she should blame her mood but a calmness settled her back into reason. Like a bridge connecting, a hand outstretched, she grasped Yūko's kindness. It was good to be alone, not lonely.

"I will. Thanks."

Nights on Mount Daikichi were more natural for them than breathing. Cloaked in the silver and blue of moonlight they glowed at first glance. Countless lights below lit the city like a map of stars. Like gazing up at the sky on Tanabata to find Orihime and Hikoboshi. The cicadas buzzing filled in their silence that wasn't silence. They held their breath even as they breathed.

"When you think about improving, what does that really mean?"

Reina inched her pinky atop Kumiko's. Kumiko did the same. Her head went back as she watched the sky.

"Hmmm...probably a road. There's a place far away just enough for me to see. I don't know everything it has; I know because of that, chasing it makes me better. I used to think it had to stay straight once I started. Kinda stupid, 'cuz I take turns on it all the time. You?"

Reina paused a moment, face contemplative.

"There are stars. Most despite sitting in the sky are far from the moon. Most burn out. Some fall. Fewer get their chance beside the moon. Their light shines the longest. Their light inspires people."

"Pft hehe, there you go saying stuff like a book character again. That's just like you. Is there any room for the band up there?"

"...Maybe..."

"Is there any room for me?"

Without warning Reina leaned closer; her expression went stern. Her voice faltered though it tried being firm. It was the softest tone Kumiko had heard in her life.

"Don't ask stupid questions."

"Ok. I won't."

Their foreheads touched and the cool breeze turned warm on their skin.

"What do you think of the others then...past and present?"

Kumiko shut her eyes. Aoi. Haruka. Kaori. Natsuki. Shūichi. Nozomi. Mizore. Midori. Hazuki. Yūko...Asuka.

The faces of all who's paths intersected and footsteps left prints as guides, tethers connecting her to the universe, appeared in her mind. Each had drawn on a blank sheet of her soul. They were nowhere near her yet she felt them echo. They were her as she was them.

"Unrivaled under Heaven."

"Now who's talking like a novel character?"

"Cut it out." Kumiko replied through a chuckle.

Their eyes met. Reina smirked but only for a pause. She inched forward, asking a question. Kumiko shut her eyes again.

The kiss was unlike anything before and possibly after. An explosion of sensations though they didn't move a muscle. There was no time to remember it yet each second couldn't be forgotten. Feelings of melting, soaring, absolving, each melded and surpassed bliss. The result transcended any name they could give it. A release.

They pulled away. Both panted for air then examined each other as if for the first time. They no longer looked; they saw. They no longer knew, they understood.

Many questions were on the verge of pouring; instead Kumiko cupped Reina's cheeks and smiled. Her thumbs brushed off the forming tears. She didn't say a word when Reina fell into her arms. She simply rested a hand on her head and held her trembling body.

The moon's brightness peaked. If you asked her, it'd moved a little closer.

#my writing #hibike! euphonium #kumirei

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wreckofawriter · 5 years ago

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Redbull

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, a complete crack fic.

Song to Set the Vibe: Break Shit ~ Jasiah

Request: Reader gets extra homework from Snape and drinks redbull to finish it, she then freaks out becaue of overintake of caffeine

A/n: this is a crack fic plain and simple, kinda fun to write, I used it as an excuse to bash Snape and Pansy. It's not edited so ignore spelling and grammar(Ps I'm in love with Shigaraki Tomura so if anyone can help me that would be great)

You rolled your eyes aimlessly flipping through your potions textbook in hopes to find something worth your time inside of it. You found nothing but continued to scan the pages, thoughts wandering to random topics. You groaned wondering if you could catch Harry’s attention from across the room. You cursed Snape for separating you, now you were stuck next to Pansy Perkins, someone you would sooner pitch from the autonomy tower than have a civilized conversation with, although you doubted she was able to have such things. You let out another loud sigh as your stares into your boyfriend’s head gave you no reaction.

Pansy turned, glaring. You stuck your tongue out at her and she scoffed turning away.

“You’re disgustingly childish.” she spat inching her seat away from you.

“At least I’m not in love with a boy who finds me annoying and borderline repulsive.” You shot back.

She scowled back at you, “Shut your filthy mouth, you know nothing about me.”

“I know you’re an uppity bitch.” You shrugged back grinning.

She let out a high pitched shriek as you struggled to keep in giggles. Eyes snapped toward your table and you looked towards your desk-mate pretending to be shocked by her outburst.

“Ms. Perkinson, is everything alright?” Snape was clearly uninterested in her answer.

For a second you were sure she would snitch on you but she decided to keep her dignity intact and shook her head.

You snickered, waving to Harry who rolled his eyes playfully, a small grin on his face.

As Snape went back to his lesson you smirked at the red-faced girl, “Wow Perkionson you truly decided to keep your pride on that one didn’t you?”

She responded with nothing no longer playing along.

“That’s something I would have done, you know us prideful Gryffindors. I suppose you were placed in the wrong house.” You continued to bait the girl.

She scoffed again, “I was put in the right house, thank you very much.”

“Oh sure, you were.” You bit your lip in thought before an idea revealed itself. “Oh my Godric, Draco is totally staring at you.” You gasped in mock surprise.

She snapped to attention spinning around to look where the blonde was seated only to find him asleep at his desk. You laughed quietly as she spun around to glare at you again.

“I’m only kidding of course,” You chuckled, “I’m sure he would rather stare at a troll’s ass than you, I know I sure would.”

Her cheeks blossomed with red anger, her eyes narrowing to slits as you held back barking laughter. “Shut up.” Her voice was shaky with fury.

“Ooo, looks like I’ve struck a nerve.” You jeered happily. “ ‘fried Darcy is never gonna love your little pug face?”

Apparently you took it too far because the girl leapt to her feet swinging her wand at you, “Flipendo!”

You flipped straight off your chair and was flung into the desk next to you, a splintering pain shooting through your back. You didn’t let it show laughing as you stood “What?! Can’t take the truth pug-face?” You snatched your wand from your robes, “Tentaclifors!”

Pansy’s head was replaced by a large grey tentacle in seconds, “At least now you’ll look better!” You barked in a wide grin. Laughter and shouts echoed around you but your joy was cut in one swift flash.

“Y/l/n!”

You turned to see your professor, his anger quite evident amongst his dull features.

“Ms. Greengrass, please escort Ms. Perkinson to the hospital wing.” He snarled as you bit back a giggle.

“Since you seem to find dueling with a classmate while I’m teaching so amusing, y/l/n, I expect six pages on the essay due tonight instead of two.” He snapped.

“But she fired first!” You defended.

“I simply do not care.” He responded, “I want six pages.”

You glared at the man mumbling some unpleasant words under your breath before taking your seat again. At least you only had ten minutes of class left.

Saying you liked to procrastinate would be an understatement. You were wildly in love with procrastination. You were an absolute expert at finding anything but your work to do. You shoved the essays and worksheets to the back of your mind and instead helped the twins with a prank or read a new book. You could close off the bad thoughts of school work like a pro, even Hermionie’s nagging couldn’t get you to work until the sunlight had faded and the stars were visible in the sky.

You had once again followed through on your usual routine and now at ten at night you were finally beginning to start your hours of work.

You groaned, “How can our professors be so cruel? This is a wildly unfair amount of work.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Maybe if you had gotten started on it right away then you wouldn’t be so stressed right now.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled.

Harry who sat beside you, his head on your shoulder, arm around your waist peered at the textbooks you had placed in front of you. “Don’t you have that essay from Snape too?”

You whimpered, the sound of a wounded animal, “I totally forgot about that.” You buried your head into the dark-haired boy’s chest, “I’m so fucked.”

He chuckled earning a glare from you as you pouted up at him, “Sorry,” he murmured, “You’re just so cute.”

Ron groaned, “Can you not do that in front of me?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Don’t be jealous Ron, green is not a good color on you.”

“I am not jealous.” He scoffed.

“Whatever,” you whined, “Someone help me. I’m gonna pass out in like an hour.”

“That’s your own fault.” Hermione pointed out, you ignored her picking up your transfiguration notes and beginning to scribble down answers.

Three hours later you were completely exhausted. Both Hermione and Ron had retired to their beds. Harry was beside you struggling to stay awake as he poured over your Defense Against the Dark Arts paragraph. Your eyelids felt too heavy and your mind was fogged over, memories smeared in the mud of fatigue. You were at your breaking point.

“I haven’t even started that stupid essay.” You whimpered, eyes suddenly pricking with tears. You hiccuped choking back sobs, “I can’t do this.”

Harry sat up rubbing his eyes and stumbling towards you. He sat next to you holding open his arms as you buried yourself into his embrace. You let yourself go, tears spilling down your cheeks onto the boy’s shoulder.

“Y/n/n.” He whispered causing you to look up at him. He cupped your head in his hands using his thumbs to wipe your tears, their cold temperature feeling refreshing against your hot sticky skin. “You’re gonna be okay, I’m gonna get you an energy drink and you're going to be just fine. I swear.”

“Energy drink?” You tilted your head in confusion.

He nodded, “I’ve got a whole bunch of them up in my room so I can stay up.”

“Okay.” You mumbled leaning into his touch which was so cruelly torn away from you.

“I’ll be right back.”

Harry stumbled back down the stairs with a brightly colored box a few minutes later. You investigated one of the cans he had given you and frowned.

“Redbull?”

He nodded, “Yeah muggles drink the stuff all the time, it's like super-powered coffee.” You shrugged, cracking open the can to a small fizz, “Careful it tastes like shit.”

You took a large swig anyway cringing at the taste but ignoring it.

You heard the hiss of carbonation and glanced over at Harry who was about to take a sip of the liquid. “Harry, go to bed, I’ll finish this myself.”

He glanced hazily at you, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, taking the drink from him, “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” He spoke hesitantly standing, “Love you y/n/n.” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Love you too.” You responded “Goodnight.”

He disappeared upstairs and you took another sip.

Harry awoke the next morning and clambered down the dormitory steps to find you pacing and what seemed to be mumbling to yourself. He scrunched his brow and continued across the room looking down when he heard a loud clang and felt something bounce off his shoe. It turned out to be a can that was sent rolling across the carpeted room knocking into three others on the way.

You had now noticed the boy’s arrival and turned to greet him, “Harry!” You yelled a bit too loudly, “Thank Godric you’re up! I’ve been waiting for ages.” You scampered across the room laughing a bit. Harry noticed the almost hazy look in your eyes immediately, dark circles also accompanied them.

“Y/n how long have you been up?” He hesitantly asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

You glanced down at your watch and did a bit of math, “26 hours give or take.” You were bouncing on your heels.

Harry’s eyes widened, “You didn’t sleep at all?”

“Couldn’t, that shit really works man,” You spoke too quickly, “Like really works”

“Exactly how much did you have?” He wondered in part amazement part fear.

“Umm like all of it.” You responded as you walked away from him and began to pack up your stuff in a rushed manner.

“All of it?!” Harry choked out his eyes glancing around the room finding far too many can littering the floor.

You nodded, “Yep, yeppers, sure did. In fact, do you have any more? I think I might need to ride this high for a few more hours.”

“Y/n, I’m not giving you anymore that is extremely unhealthy,” Harry said, watching as desperation filled your eyes only to be replaced by determination.

You sprinted towards his stairs, tripping on one but standing before you could even feel the bruise begin to form on your knee.

“Y/n/n what are you doing?” Harry called after you, “Hey get down here!”

By the time Harry managed to make it up the stairs you had already pulled another box of the drinks from under his bed, ripped it open and was drinking a can. Ron who was shirtless apparently changing stared at you in horror.

“The hell y/n!”

You laughed, “Bug off Ron.” Your voice was so rushed it was almost inaudible. You then ran from the room dodging Harry and stumbling back down the stairs. Harry chased after you frantically. “Y/n!”

You laughed again, “Let’s head to breakfast Harry!” You then skipped out of the portrait hole.

By the time potions rolled around you had finished off almost all of the cans in the new box you had stolen before Harry managed to snag it from you. You were still hours from crashing and insisted on running on your good feeling. Literally.

You sprinted through the halls not much caring about the students and teachers you bumped into. You ran straight through Nearly Headless Nick and shrieked at the icy temperature you plunged into but kept running. You reached the dungeons in record time before running into Malfoy who cussed at you.

You turned to face him in a whirlwind, “You know Draco, I think I’m quite a nice person but you make me just want to break your nose.” You said it so matter-of-factly his eyes went wide and you were gone before he could answer.

You made it to the potions room and burst inside Harry wheezed for breath at the door deciding he needed to work out more.

“Snape!” You called loudly plopping onto your desk and removing your papers, scrawled in messy handwriting.

“It’s Professor Snape.” He corrected you in a snarl.

You blinked owlishly at him tilting your head to the side, “But I’m not a professor.”

Snape frowned, dropping his mouth to say something but before he could, you lunged at him, shoving your homework into his hands and laughing wildly as he stumbled backward.

“Y/l/n what on earth is wrong with you?” He spat.

You shrugged, “Redbull.”

“What is a Red Bull?” he scoffed.

“A potion.” You responded and Harry snorted, “You haven’t heard of it? It's something muggles made, it helps keep you awake when your dickwad of a teacher gives you extra homework.”

Snape’s face flashed, red anger crawling onto his pale visage, “10 points from Gryffindor for insulting a teacher.”

You snickered, “Make it twenty you greasy hairball.”

He did.

Pansy found sitting next to you extremely difficult, you continued to pick at your desk, leg bouncing absentmindedly as you hummed a song.

“Have you gone insane y/l/n?” she asked in a hushed whisper refusing to meet your eye after yesterday’s duel.

“Yes.” you confirmed loudly, “I was forced to look at you.” Snickers and laughs echoed around you and you smiled smugly. “I can’t even imagine what it's like for poor Malfoy when you shove yourself into his face every hour. No wonder he constantly looks like he has a broom handle shoved up his ass.”

This caused Seamus who sat a few seats from you to laugh so hard his eyes began to water as his deskmate Dean chuckled helplessly.

“Y/l/n!” Snape hissed, “Do you think this is a comedy club?”

“Considering you’re the one in charge it should be.” You answered. “But you aren’t very funny, so maybe not.”

Seamus howled slamming his hand on his desk as Ron damn near fell out of his chair. Gryffindor lost more points and Harry decided to never give you an energy drink ever again.

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peachyunjinnie · 4 years ago

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— 03. https://sugarbaby.com | bgc

bang chan/reader/ ― ft. hyunjin | angst (?), comedy (?) | sugarbaby!au mafia!au

wordcount: 1k

content warnings: mention of amnesia, chocking, gagging, handcuffs and lee know is an asshole and he nearly fought with changbin- sORRY.

― synopsis: through your urgent and acute need for any kind of financial income, you see the ad of a sugarbaby website. you decide to overcome your pride and hit ‘sign up’.

note: i hope you can enjoy it a little bit! next part is out on saturday or sunday again.

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I noticed the instant sentiment and need to sleep. The strong urge to not sleep whatever happens was keeping me up but after a good 20 seconds, I was out and gone.

“Is she dead?” I heard through my amnesic state of mind.

“Don’t say things like that, Jeongin!”

“She looks dead though, she looks...sick.”

“Changbin is kind of right. She looks like a corpse.”

“Could you two stop talking about her, right in front of her?”

“Han, does she or does she not look like a dead body? You’ve seen enough to tell.”

“Okay, she kind of does, but you two don’t have to do this right here and now...”

“Han is right, she is under Nitrous Oxide.”

“Nitro- what?”

“Nitrous Oxide. An inhaled gas that causes a decrease in anxiety has some analgesic effect, which means that it can help decrease pain. She is now experiencing temporary amnesia, which means she won’t remember what happened during the time she was breathing the Nitrous Oxide. Also known as ‘laughing gas’ or ‘happ-“

“Seungmin, I asked what it is. Not a whole Wikipedia page.”

“Leave Minnie alone, he just wanted to help you Lee Know.”

“And I could’ve lived without that whole paragraph Jeongin.”

“Lee Know, don’t be so goddamn mean to everyone.”

“Did I hurt your feelings, Changbin?! Aw, I am so sorry! I apologize deeply! Tch.”

“Let’s talk about this outside-”

“Changbin, Calm down.”

“Could you all shut up? She is waking up.”

The voices in my head appeared louder and clearer, the echoing sounds giving me a dizzy feeling. Everything was black and my eyes were being closed by a blindfold. The voices arguing what they should do with me now. I noticed how I couldn't move either, handcuffs cutting bruises into my sore wrists. But a thing I noticed too was also that they didn't gag me at all, or put duck tape over my mouth.

"HELP ME! HELP! PLEAS-" A hand pushed a cloth inside my mouth, stuffing it forcefully. I tried my best to bite his hand but it left my mouth quickly. The rush I felt at that moment became unendurable. All of the voices stopping and one next to my ear, violently snapping at my throat and yanking my hair.

“If you dare to fucking scream again, I'm gonna sew up your mouth. Kitty” He whispered against my cheek. I could hear a smirk at the end of the sentence. I didn’t dare to do anything else again and kept my body down.

How can you trust someone who kidnaps you? How do I classify him whether he would really sew my mouth shut or not? Simple answer, I can't. I'd rather shut my mouth before it may never open it again. Mute tears of panic and fear formed in my eyes, wetting the blindfold. Silent sobs of terror were heard and mumbling went around the room. I could hear sentences like 'Lee Know you're making her cry' and 'Chan's gonna kill you'.

“Ah come on, this girly girl needs to be quiet.”

“But you’re scaring her with your words. Stop it Minho.” The authority in the voice of the man was reminded of a teacher or a father.

“I’m sorry but that dress and her body...Wow, she’s hot.”

“Felix, could you maybe at least try to keep your testosterone down?”

“Changbin, it is clear to see. She is hot.”

“Does Chan really need to claim her? She could be all of our little girl.”

“Lee Know, you are by far the most perverted, obnoxious, insensitive asshole I know.”

“Thank you very much for this title, I feel very honored, Seungmin.”

“What will we do with her now?” Shivers running up and down my spine, my head spinning in circles and my breath becoming more hesitant.

“You will do nothing. I will.” Loud footsteps in the room were audible from everywhere. Confusing my already poor sense of orientation. Until I could only hear single steps coming closer to me.

“Hello, darling.”

“Fht-dj,.” I muffled out and tried to form a sentence. But as said I tried and failed at my attempt, sadly. He took the damp cloth out of my mouth.

“Who are you?”

“Excuse me, where are my manners. I am Chan or Christopher. Sir to you. I am the head of this mafia group and I want to help you with your financial income, Alice.”

“Alice..? I asked and forgot that my username on that website was Alice.

“Isn’t that your name?” He tilted his head and was obviously confused.

“I will tell you my name if you take off this blindfold and the handcuffs.”

“Ah-Ah, no deals. I am in charge of this place here. Everyone listens and respects my commands. Don’t make me show you why they do.”

“I would risk it. Take off that blindfold or else-”

“Aw, you’re trying to threaten me. How cute.”

He took off this blindfold and I could finally see a light. I couldn't tell how long I was sleeping but this burn in my eyes from the lamplight was the absolute worst. My eyes could not get used to the bright light. With a short second, it became easier and I saw the outline of his face, his heart-shaped face, his blond hair, his cocoa-colored eyes, and his bulky nose. How he leaned against the table and looked down at me from above.

“Like what you see, Babygirl?” He smirked out, exposing his dimples.

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wherearemyglassesbro · 4 years ago

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Omg omg omg omg everyone be quiet right now thank you @heyheyjay for THIS

For starters, it would absolutely have a very negative effect on Fran’s relationship with Arthur. He’s aware it’s irrational and his feelings are based on personal issues but having his rival/friend/lover defend a murderer? And have that murderer get away? Oh no, Fran would probably not talk to him for awhile after. Not because he’s mad AT Arthur, he just has to sort out his own feelings. He’s a complex guy and his feelings are like balls of colored yarn all tangled together. He has to take time to sort it all out and come to a conclusion. “I am not upset with you. I am upset with the outcome of that trial. I would like for us to go back to being friends again...If that’s alright...” he’s still closed off for awhile but eventually, he’ll open back up and go back to normal, the incident not forgotten but forgiven

The first two times Arthur saw Francis in a murder trial setting were VERY different. The first time, he was still somewhat of a rookie. He had gone up against Francis twice now in court and won both times. Now he wanted to study his way of speaking, his organization, his body language, that kind of stuff. So he sat in the crowd, off to the side out of the field of vison for the prosecutors booth.

Francis carried himself the same as usual. Confident and proud, speaking passionately on behalf of the victim, appealing to the jury. He did everything by the book and to be honest? Arthur was impressed. It was different watching him from the crowd than it was from the defense booth.

When Francis lost the trial, even Arthur was shocked. He watched him stiffly pack his papers away and leave the courtroom in a hurry. It was strange behavior for sure, something that he’d never seen before. Instead of his classic smile, he sported a frown and a look in his eyes that Arthur couldn’t place. To be nice, he caught up with him in the hallway “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to but I want to let you know, you did fantastic in there. I don’t know how on earth you lost that-“ “Leave me alone, Kirkland” Francis all but shoved past him, making a beeline for his car. Arthur could hear the squeal of his tires from inside the courthouse

That was not the loud, extravagant Francis he knew. That was someone else, someone sad and angry...Maybe Francis was more complex than he thought (Spoiler alert: Yes. He is)

The second time he witnessed a loss, he was far closer with the Frenchman. He knew his mannerisms and his body language. The two were teetering on the edge of being in a relationship or just being super close friends. Francis didn’t want Arthur to go to this trial but he insisted “It’s my day off. I’ll come support you and we can go to lunch afterwards. No big deal. I like seeing you in court” Francis was reluctant but had him sit in the second row anyways for moral support

Again, he did everything right. Arthur was criticizing the defense in his head ‘you dolt, you’re talking too much. It’s giving Francis the upper hand’. Of course he wanted Francis to win. Even as a defense attorney himself, he knows a guilty face when he sees one. He’s once again shocked when Francis loses

This time he notices how his hands shake, clenching and unclenching. There’s tension in his shoulders, the mask of confidence gone from his face. He was fighting to suppress a frown, swallowing around the lump of guilt in his throat

Francis apologized to his clients when the court was released, hugging them and shaking their hands, promising paperwork in the mail....yadda yadda. Arthur noticed how tired he looked, the way his shoulders now sagged in defeat

“You did great out there love” “I don’t need your pity, Arthur” “I’m not pitying you. You did everything right” “Apparently not”

Arthur led him to the parking lot, cupping his cheeks when they were out of the public eye “I know how it feels to lose something big like this. It stings, I know. However, it isn’t the end of the world”

“‘It isn’t the end of the world’? Are you kidding me? You’ll never-! Forget it. I’m going home” “Francis? We were-“ “I don’t care about lunch” and with that, he got in his car and sped off, tires screeching once again

Arthur is invited over for dinner later on, Francis apologizes for the way he reacted and Arthur assures him that it was no big deal. He expresses his emotions differently than Arthur does and he is still getting used to it! And this is Francis’s first relationship since Jeanne so he’s still re-learning how to open up about more serious or intense feelings. There’s a learning curve for them both.

So I also I think I’m gonna talk about Jeanne again cause I WAS gonna have a single post dedicated to her effect on Fran and Art’s relationship but I think lll....Just go over it here. There is a small fic at the end but I can’t even really call it that, it’s 2 paragraphs of text lol so yeah :)

More under the cut cause this is getting long and I feel bad clogging your dashes :0

So Art knew about Jeanne before he really knew Francis personally. Before he goes up against prosecutors, he asks Eliza about them and their argument styles, stuff like that. She advised him to stay away from murder trials if Fran managed to get his hands on one and since he didn’t know about Jeanne he was like ‘pfftt what? You think I can’t take him?’ And she was like ‘No...He can’t take you’ oh...

Eliza told him like...The bare minimum. Francis’s girlfriend was killed behind a small party store and he was the one who discovered her body. That’s all he knew about it

But when he and Fran started to get serious relationship-wise Francis decided to sit him down to have a talk with him, pouring his heart out to him after a long, draining day at the courthouse:

// Uhhhh tw for the rest for death mention and description of finding Jeanne after her death. Like...blood and all so if that makes you uncomfortable: this is your warning :0 //

“We dated for five years. From eight grade to twelfth...It was like we were joined at the hip. We were always together wether it be baking in the kitchen, studying at the library, going to the movies or attending church camp. We did it all together. Hell...In highschool, we were voted ‘cutest couple’ every year. She was my date for every school dance and she would have been my prom date too if... If she had lived” Francis choked out a sad laugh “She had the most beautiful dress picked out and I had a suit to match. She was so excited about it...”

“That day was my nightmare. I relive that day over and over again in my dreams, thinking about everything I could have done to prevent that outcome. I should have taken her to the store earlier. I should have gone in with her. I shouldn’t have answered the phone and gotten distracted when my friend called. She was in there for forty minutes just to grab some streamers and a bag of candy for a piñata... When I went in to look for her she wasn’t there. I looked around, called her name, called her phone...no answer. The cashier helped me look too as I started getting worried. In the bathrooms, the stock room, the janitors closet, behind the refrigerators...All that was left was the rear exit. She didn’t go out there right? No...that was unlike her...” tears started to slowly make their way down his cheeks “When we pushed the door open, I remember seeing the pool of blood right there on the ground and thinking it was just a puddle. How wrong was I. My legs moved on their own, I rounded the corner and there she was. Her hair was covered in blood from the gash across her temple, her favorite floral blouse ripped and dirty. Her purse was gone. She was just laying there on the dirty, cold asphalt” Francis shook his head, rubbing his face as the memory replayed once more

“Out of the corner of our eyes, the cashier and I saw the perpetrator and he chased him down, catching him and sitting on him until the police arrived. I called them...I don’t even remember making the call but I distinctly remember them telling me not to touch her- not to mess with the ‘evidence’. I didn’t listen. I sat in the pool of blood and held her until the ambulance arrived, petting her hair as she slowly went cold in my arms...Praying that just maybe she’d make it. They were too late. I was too late.”

“What was it all for, you ask? That evil son of a bitch wanted her money. She only had $10 on her that day. He killed her over $10! And after all of my pain, her family’s suffering, that fucker got to walk free after two years? Two years! It isn’t fair at all. I don’t mean to ramble too much but before you and I become anything too serious I just- I need you to know about her. She made me who I am today, she’s the reason I practice law, she’s always here with me” he clutched his cross necklace in his shaky hand “Just because I still love her does not mean I love you any less, Arthur. I will always be here for you but at the same time, I will be there for her. I’ll still visit her grave and her parents...I’ll have her picture on the mantle...”

Arthur reached out to rest a hand on the blond’s arm. This was a new side of Francis he hadn’t seen before. Sure he knew about Jeanne by now, he had seen her picture in Francis’s apartment. He knew the other took the two hour trip up north to visit Jeanne’s grave and her family every other month. He knew she was important to him but he had never heard the full story like this before. He truly didn’t know the extent of the damage that day had done “I understand, dear. If Jeanne is important to you, she’s important to me. She’ll always have a place here with us” he assured, pulling Francis in to hug him against his chest to let him cry “I don’t think I can begin to express how badly I feel for you. But you can always confide in me, I’ll be here because I lo-like you a lot. I want you to be open with me. This...is a lot to bottle up” Francis nodded and wiped his eyes as Arthur brushed his curls out of his face “If it isn’t overstepping any boundaries, maybe I could come up north with you next time you go to visit her?”

“I...I think I’d like that. I’ve already told her and her family about you. I’m sure they’d love to meet you”

———

Well I hope that wasn’t bad! I haven’t written in a fic format in uhhh hehe a year or so so...yeah! Anyways! Yup! That’s all for now :) ❤️ thanks for reading this far if y’all did!!!!

((Looking back I hate the formatting of the ficlet thingy but tbh there’s not much I can do about it now :) ))

#lawyer au :)#aph england #aph france #Fruk #I feel bad putting this in the h/talia tags so uhhh....yeah #I only used those three for blog navigation so...sorry :)#anyway!!! this was a lot of fun!!#enjoy the word vomit ❤️😄

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hqxreader · 4 years ago

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⭐️⭐️⭐️ love when writers get excited talking about their work so director’s cut please 🥺

Sorry ya had to wait! I dozed off last night and I wanted to make sure this was good!

So for this one I’m going to do the 300 Follower special, Falling Kags x Reader (I actually hate that name like can I just trash it and stomp on it??) ANYWHO

In this fic I mainly focused on description and kind of trying to stay in one pov at a time, not getting all over the place. I also worked on describing through dialogue, which I think was a good thing that worked out well? Also completely forgot Kags didn’t go to college (right? yes?) He just went straight into Volleyball after high school, and I try my best to stay as close to canon as possible, so that little detail kinda ticks me off.. but anyway, to the story!

‘You stood in front of Kageyama in his dorm room, adjusting the collar on his dark blue dress shirt with his rolled up sleeves. Kageyama looked down at you with an eyebrow raised, but otherwise an expressionless face. “So, where are we going again Kageyama? And what am I doing?” you asked.’

This part always cracks me up. I have THE WORST fashion sense/taste/whatever ya wanna call it, I just can’t with fashion. I spent a good few hours (maybe a day IDK) looking up what a guy should wear if he has dark blue eyes (cause Kags eye color, ya know) and this is what the results said. And then I looked up what goes good with dark blue (for the girls dress later on) and gosh it was chaos. So many tabs open 😂

‘You looked up at him, now starting to mess with his bangs and making sure his hair wasn’t all in his face. “We’re going to my aunts house to celebrate my cousin’s graduation. I need you to come because my family keeps bugging me about how I don’t have a girlfriend. And the only person I trust is you,” Kageyama mumbled. You took a step back and grinned at him, happy with your results. “I thought we discussed that when I first asked you?”’

So here’s an example of explaining a key part of the story through the dialogue and not just the plain text. I could’ve said something like.. ‘Kageyama and you were going to...’ but I instead decided to explain with speech, and I think that was a better plan. Reader had to be reminded of and double check what they were exactly getting ready for too.

‘“Yup, I guess it is kinda rude to ignore parents huh? You’re looking good too. Your shirt looks nice, and the khaki’s and Sperry’s too, pretty sharp, I wonder who picked it all out.” You said with a big grin on your face. He half smiled and watched the scenery pass by as you continued on your way to his aunt’s house.’

Here we get the rest of Kageyama’s outfit. It’s good to explain everything overtime, not just at one time in one single paragraph. Could’ve done that when he was fixing his shirt, but decided to wait until now.

‘She pulled away and turned towards you, gasping, “And you must be the famous l/n-san! I’m so happy to finally meet you! Whenever Tobio answers his phone he’s always talking about you, all good things of course. I’m just so happy he finally has a girlfriend.” You grinned and started and twirl the ends of your h/c hair.‘

Here is where I’d like to change some stuff. I don’t think reader should be twirling with her hair. She’s nervous (meeting the family can be nerve racking) but she could probably be fidgeting with her fingers, or maybe messing with a loose string on her dress. I just don’t like the twirling thing. Not everyone has the hair length to twirl their hair anyway.

‘You took a deep breath and a lopsided grin fell on your face, “We’re with each other 24/7, I couldn’t help but fall for him.” That was no lie, you really had fallen for Kageyama Tobio. Was it love? You weren’t sure, but what you did know is that the two of you would be having a discussion later, hopefully one that ended well.’

Reader realizes, ‘Well shit, I’ve fallen for the blueberry.’ I mean can ya blame her Eve can kinktober come any faster i cant wait anywhoooo Ummmm..

Part 2 is FINALLY in the works! And by that I mean, wow like 5 paragraphs are written and each is highlighted with something I wanna change.. So keep an eye out for that whenever it gets done!

Thanks and I hope you enjoyed!

#directors commentary #sucker4setters

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fly-flower-fanfics · 5 years ago

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Change Me

Bruce Banner x Male Reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, depression

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I laid in the bathtub, water swirling around my hair. My ears were under the water, making everything around me sound muffled or drowned out the sound in general. It was peaceful, and I wish it would stay this way forever.

Tears rolled from the corners of my eyes into the water that circled my body. My past, my issues, whatever ran through my head, it was all too much for me. The Avengers wouldn't need me anyway. I was just normally a distraction for the villains so they could do whatever heroic shit they needed to do because my powers weren't helpful.

All what my powers were were a form of shapeshifting. I could manipulate my body to make it look like my skin was peeling off, and I was melting — being flexible was always a major help with that stunt. I could also make my body change colors and bubble like I was being poisoned. But that was pretty much about the extent of my powers.

Well, the extent of them that the Avengers knew of.

My body did one more power that I absolutely hated and cursed, and it also made me think that someone else was in my mind, that someone else was injected into my head when I got struck with that bolt of...of god knows what.

The other power my body did was not allow me to kill myself.

I tried overdosing on drug by injecting them into my bloodstream; my body toughened my skin to the point where it will shatter any needle that tries to go through. I tried cutting my wrists; my skin only toughened up further so knives can no longer hurt me, too. (I guess that came in handy when Loki gets aggravated because I let him stab me, change my skin color to red wherever he tried to hurt me, and feign pain. It always helped him.) I had also tried to overdose on pills; my body is incapable of swallowing pills. Half the time I even gag on jellybeans because my body think they're pills.

Every damn time I try to kill myself, whatever — or whoever — inside me causes me to live and makes it so I can never do that again. I just pass out for a little while and wake up in awful pain, almost like a hangover, and continue on with life.

It doesn't stop me from trying though.

I sunk my head entirely under the water, willing myself to breathe in. My natural instincts told me to hold my breath, and I fought them. My hands gripped the side of the tub and the wall to keep me submerged. My lungs screamed at me to breathe, and so I finally did, my brain forcing me to breathe.

My nose and throat stung and burned as water filled my lungs. It was a sensation that I had never experienced and as I blacked out, a part of me felt like I had finally done it for good this time.

I woke up, my eyes lazily darting around. I yawned, wondering why everything was so blurry. As I shifted, I heard the muffled sounds of water sloshing around. The more I woke up, the more aware I was that I was still in the bathtub and experiencing an incredibly painful headache.

I groaned and pushed myself up into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes. So I can breathe underwater now. Fucking great. I got up out of the tub, drying my body off and wrapping the towel around my waist. Another failed attempt.

My heart practically stopped as I looked up in the mirror. On my neck laid suits, four on each side. I touched them gently and flinched even though they didn't hurt.

Gills. I have fucking gills.

Frustrated tears built up in my eyes, and I opened up the cabinet that the mirror was on and slammed it shut. The mirror cracked, and a few pieces of glass tinkled into the sink.

"How the bloody fuck are you going to hide that, hm? You fucking did it this time," I scolded myself, but it didn't do any good.

I wanted to slam my head against the wall, but I was sure it would turn my skull into steel or something. Curse whatever the fuck was inside my head with me.

There were only two people I could talk to: Bruce and Loki. Both were my best friends. Loki would allow me to vent and spar with him, but he would distract me by using his magic and it eventually calmed me down. Bruce let me do science work with him since I had gotten a PhD in the field. Bruce would probably be the better option at the moment because he could probably comfort me more with science, even though he didn't understand why certain things happened to me.

I refused to let any of the group know how suicidal I was.

I left the bathroom, got dressed in my room, and headed towards the closet. All I was able to take was liquid medicine, and that shit hardly did anything, but I would throw up on pills so there was nothing else for me to do. I went to the kitchen to grab some water because I couldn't stand the taste of the bubblegum syrup.

"Are you alright?"

I turned my head towards the couch at the sound of Loki's voice. Only then did I realize it was pitch black outside. I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Yeah. Just...sleepy." Thank god I was a good liar.

"No one has heard from you since the afternoon."

"I was taking a ba-"

"Yesterday."

Shit. Had I blacked out that long?

"Took a long bath and didn't want to be disturbed," I answered, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "Not feeling so great."

I plopped down on the couch next to Loki. It looked like he didn't fully believe my words but couldn't pick out what was a lie about them, so he let it go.

"If you are ill, you should be in bed."

"I'm going. Why aren't you asleep?"

He gestured to the book that was laying open in his lap, never once taking his eyes off of the pages to look at me.

"Oh, that's a good book," I muttered, reading over the first few paragraphs on the page. "Wait until you get to chapter five. I cried."

Loki chuckled softly, turning the page in his book with his magic. "You're a very emotional man. I shan't be concerned."

"Ooh, lookie here Loki. It might get ya. You've been around me for a while now." I got up, pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and gave him a soft smile. "Goodnight, Loki."

"Goodnight."

As soon as I turned my back, I allowed my face to fall and show the pain I was experiencing. I did need to sleep, there was no doubt in my mind. Thank fucking god he didn't look at me. I didn't know how I was going to explain the fucking gills on my neck, and frankly, I didn't want to at the moment.

I flopped down onto my bed, my face buried in the pillow. I just wanted everything to stop. The pain. My pain. How much everything hurt. Depression is a hard battle to fight. Memories are an even harder battle to fight...

Once again, I entered the world of blackness.

I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke, but I felt better, and I needed to talk to Bruce. I nearly left my room as I was before remembering my gills. Fuck. My gills. I did an about-face towards my closet and dug around in it. Turtleneck. I could wear a turtleneck. No one would question me wearing one because no matter what season it was, I could be found in one at least twice a week. For once, I was thankful for always being cold.

I made my way down the hall and to the elevator towards the lab where Bruce would no doubt be. But as I neared, I could see Steve, Tony, and Bruce all having a discussion. Steve’s arms were crossed over his chest, and Bruce’s hands were dancing wildly as he spoke. Both showed me that this was a serious discussion. I decided to just wait outside until they were finished. As I passed the door to go and sit in the corner, I heard Bruce talking.

“It’s in case you need to kill me,” he said, and I immediately knew that they were talking about the glass cage that never really seemed to work anyway. “But you can’t, Stark. I know. I’ve tried. I got low, and I didn’t see an end. So I put a bullet in my mouth, and the Other Guy spit it out.”

I fell deaf to anything else that was said. I put a bullet in my mouth. Not my Bruce. Bruce would never... he would never... New tears built up in my eyes as my heart broke. I put a bullet in my mouth. I knew he had depression, but I was never aware that he had tried to kill himself.

My feet carried me into the corner of the hall, and I sunk down against it, wrapping my arms around my knees. I put a bullet in my mouth. The words hurt more than I thought they would. Not that I would be ecstatic to hear one of my best friends talking about killing themselves, but they dug into my heart deep. Deeper than I ever thought words could go. Deeper than a best friend level.

I got up and ran towards the elevator, smashing the keys on it. I knew JARVIS probably wasn’t happy with me, but I didn’t care. I ended up in Bruce’s room. I dug through his shirts until I found his baggy tan sweater. I tore off my turtleneck and slid that on inside. The scent instantly calmed me, but his words still rung inside my head. I put a bullet in my mouth.

I wandered back out into the hall and back to the elevator. I asked JARVIS to take me down as low as I could go. I guess there were no hard feelings because he did so without a word. I found myself in the garage, heading over towards the motorcycle that Tony had designed specifically for me. I threw my leg over it and sat down, rubbing my fingers over the handlebars.

Is this what Loki and Bruce would feel if I told them I had tried to kill myself? Would they be just as distraught? No, they fucking wouldn’t. They don’t give that many damns about you. Would their hearts break the way mine did over Bruce’s words? Hell no. You’re out of your goddamn mind.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to case the thoughts away. It wasn’t easy because my mind then decided to settle on Bruce. Bruce and my feelings. The linger I sat there on my motorcycle in sweatpants and Bruce’s sweater, the more I realized that my feelings for him passed just friendship. I was in love with him. Holy fuck, I was in love.

I nearly laughed because after years and years of being...me, I didn’t think that I would ever be able to love romantically again. And yet... I did. Yet part of me was saddened by this realization because I knew that there was absolutely no way Bruce could like me back. Especially with all the secrets I kept from him.

I got off my bike and grabbed the set of spare keys I kept hidden in the garage. I didn’t have any shoes on, my sweatpants were barley clinging to my waist, and I was wearing a sweater that wasn’t mine, but I needed to get out. I knew I would be scolded and congratulated by different members of the team, and neither made me change my mind.

As I started my bike and drive out of the garage, I realized that I didn’t have a destination. I guess I just needed to drive and get away from everything. All the new things I realized and all the feelings that had been churning in my chest.

I wanted to just drive forever, but I eventually found myself parking back inside the garage. Thank god I didn’t get pulled over because heaven knows with how out of it I was, I probably missed countless stop signs. Hell, I’m lucky I didn’t hit something. I ended up chuckling lightly at that, even though I knew it was dark.

I headed back inside and as I stood inside the elevator, I requested to go see Bruce, wherever he was. JARVIS took me back to the lab where Bruce was now working alone. I stuck my head in and knocked on the open door, trying not to startle him.

His beautiful brown eyes met mine, making my heart melt. I found myself wondering how I just now realized I was in love with the man. I guess I really was the Dumb Gay that Tony always called me.

“Hey, Bruce,” I said softly as I walked in.

He gave me an adorable smile. “Hey.”

I found myself stopped in the middle of the room, fumbling with the sleeves of his sweater. It was a mistake to come in here with his clothing, and I realized it all too late. I only ever wore Bruce’s clothing when I was upset because I drowned in it. I was a lot thinner than he was — something that worried him and Loki — and Loki’s clothing was not big enough for me. I liked hiding when I was sad, and Bruce’s clothing along with his scent gave me that sense of security.

“What’s going on?”

His words pierced my ears, and they hurt. They hurt because I knew all the secrets I kept from him and all the lies I’ve told. They hurt because I now knew something about him that I wasn’t sure he wanted me to know. They hurt because I felt completely disgusting in his presence now. A devil in the eyes of an angel.

“Hey, David, what’s going on?” Bruce walked over to me and held my face in his hands.

That’s all it took for me to fling my arms around him and squeeze him in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Bruce. I’m so sorry.” The words tumbled from my lips and tear ran from my cheeks; both were impossible for me to stop.

Bruce only held me close and kept a hand on my head and back as I cried. He kept trying to reassure me that everything was okay, but I knew that it wasn’t.

Eventually, after I had calmed down, I was sitting on his desk while he sat in his chair. I fumbled with his sleeves more, and Bruce reached up to brush his fingers across the new gills on my neck.

“Since when did you have these?”

“Since last night,” I answered with a dry laugh.

Bruce looked up at me and the concern was clear in his eyes. I closed my own and let my lips go. My story spilled from them. Everything I lied about and everything I never told Bruce was falling out of them. All of it fell onto his ears.

After I finished, he was silent for a long time. I was terrified. I fucked up. I had to. He was disappointed in me. He didn’t want to be my friend anymore.

“I-I... you-you love me?”

When I opened my mouth, no words came out. Had I really told him that too? Oh fuck me. I closed it and bit my lip. “Um... y-yeah...”

A stupid little grin pulled at his lips as he pulled me from his desk into his lap. “I forgive you, you know,” he said softly.

I lifted my eyes to his. “What?”

“I forgive you. I lost track of the amount of times you apologized, but I forgive you. Depression is hard. Suicide is harder. If you have my back, I have yours.” Bruce leaned his forehead on mine, and I closed my eyes.

“I really wanna kiss you,” I whispered.

I opened my eyes and noticed that his cheeks were red. I cupped them in my hands and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. His hands held my waist as he kissed me back.

“You look really cute in my sweater,” Bruce replied quietly.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I glanced back down at myself. The heat on my cheeks darkened as I realized I was sitting in his lap. I doubted that he ever realized he had put me in his lap because the Bruce I knew would never be so bold.

It felt like the world around us had stopped and it was just the two of us. Bruce and I. That was it. I felt lighter and happier than I ever had before, and it made me want to cry. To cry tears of joy.

I pressed my lips back against his, repeating the process over and over again until the two of us were breathless. Even then I didn’t want to stop.

“Bruce...Bruce be mine, please,” I whispered, rubbing my thumbs along his cheekbones. “Be mine. I can’t imagine my life without you and not a day goes by that I don’t think about you. I love you, Bruce. I love you. God, I fucking love you.”

Bruce laughed softly and smiled, this time making the move to kiss me. “I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.”

I pressed soft kisses against his lips and cheeks, wishing I could just do this forever. I wished I could keep Bruce in my arms forever and always.

“I’m going to help,” I promised. “You and the Other Guy. You guys are mine. I love you. Both of you.” I paused and then my eyes lit up. “Bruce! Bruce I got it!”

He frowned, clearly concerned about what I had just ‘got.’ “And what’s that?”

I looked back down at him, holding his hands tightly. “I’ll drop a boulder on myself!”

“Woah. Woah woah woah, how the hell is that ‘getting it?’ And what the hell is ‘it?’ What is that going to do?” His concern made my heart flutter, and I kissed his lips to calm me down.

“I can’t kill myself. Whatever — whoever — is in my head won’t let me do it. Baby, I can drop a boulder into myself and then you don’t have to worry about crushing me as the Hulk. I’d be okay. You wouldn’t have to worry. You wouldn’t need to be afraid. You’d be okay, and I could help you.”

Bruce seemed to be heavily concerned about my idea, but I thought that it was perfect. One night of intense pain to result in not being able to be crushed would be so worth it. It would be worth it so I could help the man that I loved. So I could clam him down. Protect him. Show him I wasn’t afraid.

“Why don’t we just wait on that,” Bruce suggested, holding me tightly, “and maybe I can work on something to fix it...”

“Just kiss me,” I begged quietly. I was solid in my plan, and I just wanted him. I wanted his love, and I wanted to give him mine.

Our lips met once again. I would never grow tired of it. I’d never grow tired of the feeling of his lips on mine. I’d never grow tired of him.

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shitkkwrites · 7 years ago

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Closeted Feelings; Ch.1: Red Day Shenanigans

Hello @paladinquen, I’m your NedCan secret Valentine! Due to the rather wide scope of genre you gave me (honestly when I found out you were my Valentine I kind of freaked out, rip me), I decided to go focus on the Red / White Day shenanigans featuring these two fabulous dorks. This is actually split in two chapters, due to following the trend of February 14 being Red Day, and March 14 being White Day. Yes there’s a rejection scene in this, but the (happy) resolution will present itself in the second chapter, so enjoy!

Also on: ao3

Léa - Belgium, Lars - Netherlands, Henri - Luxembourg (only mentioned in passing)

2018.02.11; 3 days to D-Day

Why did he like putting everything off until the last-minute?! What was it with him and rushing things, anyway? He didn’t know why, but he was lucky to have scored the last packets of baking chocolate in the shop he’d dropped by, albeit the shop clerk had grumbled in his direction that he was cutting it way too close to the ‘rush’ that was Valentines’ Day; also known as ‘Red Day’ among the student body.

He’d even gotten a rather cheeky leer from the shopkeeper about last-minute presents and had given him a couple of molds half-price for him to make use of once he’d gotten home. Once his purchases had been wrapped up—and he’d been all but shooed out of the store—he then made his way back out on the streets and began skirting his way through the crowd. He could see a lot of people as giddy as he was, running around and making last-minute purchases for the special occasion coming in a few days, and he couldn’t blame them at all—everyone wanted the fourteenth to go off without a hitch.

To be honest, so did he.

After brushing some stray bangs that were falling into his line of vision, he looked up and continued to make his way back to his apartment—he’d agonize over all the details in private later.

2018.02.11; Brotherly Conversations

“Why are you so uptight about the fourteenth, anyway?”

That was the question that Matthew had asked his younger brother, Alfred, as the other was busy running around the kitchen in a panic. While he’d already purchased all of the obligatory chocolates that he was going to hand out in a couple of days, Alfred had insisted on making his own chocolates.

“Alfie, brother, you’re doing it wrong. Most of the obligatory chocolates, you buy. Why’re you making all of yours?” he continued, watching as his brother continued to rush around the place, trying not to melt down and cause a disaster. “I’m all set to go on that day, but you’re losing your head over something so small and trivial.”

“Mattie, bro, you don’t understand, I really want to leave an impact! Which is why I’m making it all from scratch!” the younger blonde exclaimed as he ran over to the boiling pot on the stove so he could stir the melting chocolate without risking it burning for staying on the fire too long.

“Alfie, how many times do I have to tell you, you’ve got it reversed? You only make the chocolate for the one you want to confess to! Don’t tell me you have someone in mind already?!” he exclaimed, watching as his younger brother turned around to glower at him with an embarrassed blush on his face.

“Sh-shut up, Mattie! I’m not like you, you’re oh-so-completely oblivious when it comes to acknowledging your own feelings for other people! Admit it, you’re just scared because of what happened to you before…” Alfred retorted, not realizing he’d overstepped a line in the process. He then grew silent the moment he remembered what he said, before muttering a hasty apology and returning his attention to the chocolate he was melting.

Maybe he does have a point… but… I would rather think not… the older of the two pondered to himself after listening to his brother’s tirade (yet again). It was a very sore topic for Matthew, at the very least when romance or anything similar to it was mentioned; which was why he tended to avoid it altogether. But he couldn’t help himself, though—how come this guy from another class kept on, well, trying to talk with him? He’d already made it very clear he wasn’t interested in him…

“…Alfie, do you think…” Matthew began, staring at the table while gathering his thoughts. “…do you think that exchange student…” he continued to mutter, biting his lip as he tried to find the right words to say.

“Bro, I already told you once, I’ll tell you again: quit being dense. Honestly, it’ll get you into more trouble than you’re asking for…” Alfred trailed off, holding the wooden spoon up before sighing and attacking the mound of melting chocolate in the pot. “I find it weird that I’m the younger between us, but you’re the one having problems like this. ‘s kinda weird, you know…”

“…I know, I know I’m weird, shut up,” Matthew retorted as he then stood up from the table. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

2018.02.13; Tension in the Air

“Hey, Keeks! I… I have a question for you,” Alfred called out, once he’d spotted his friend through the crowd of students. They didn’t share as many classes together as they could’ve, so talking to him in the hallways was the next best thing.

“Hai, Alfred-san, what is it?” the Japanese exchange student asked, stopping in his tracks to allow the other to catch up with him. Once the loud blonde had come in view, Alfred then blurted out the question without even thinking, “Keeks, did I get it wrong? Mattie told me that the handmade chocolates are the ones you’re supposed to give to your friends… or is it? Or did I remember this all wrong again?”

That earned a bit of a smile from the other, before he replied, “You got it wrong, you know. Your older brother is correct—the handmade chocolates are supposed to be for the person you want to… well, confess your feelings to. Everything else is the obligatory chocolates that everyone gets handed. Don’t tell me you did—” he trailed off, watching the coloration on Alfred’s face drain.

“I—what?! Seriously?!” was all he could exclaim, before the other student nodded and looked over his shoulder. “Oh, speaking of which, your brother’s here, I must go,” he muttered before giving a small bow and leaving Alfred to turn around right in time to avoid crashing into Matthew.

“See, Alfie? I told you so. You got it all wrong,” he began with a teasing grin on his face, to which Alfred responded with a very pointed eyeroll. “Yeah, yeah, no need to rub it in, geez… at least I have a lot of chocolates to eat later… wait, why’re you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in--?”

“I know, Alfie, but that’s not the point, I just wanted to talk to you about… well, remember what we talked about a few days ago? Guess what… he dropped by my class again! And this time he even talked with Carlos, so I definitely think he’s trying to stalk me!”

“What? No way, bro? He talked with Carlos? What for?!” Alfred asked, wiggling his eyebrows in Matthew’s direction.

“I don’t know! Hell, when I asked him about it, Carlos only gave me a look that said ‘it’s for me to know and for you to find out’ without even telling me what it was about! I don’t know, Alfie… things are getting weird around here…” he groaned, running his hands through his hair. He honestly had no idea why the freakishly-tall guy frequently came by to talk with his classmates before hurriedly leaving the scene whenever Matthew would catch him around the area.

Seriously, what was with him?!

2018.02.13; 2 hours before ‘Dawn of the Final Day’

“Sister, do you think I’m doing it wrong?”

The video call was on, and he was busy typing up an assignment that he had to turn in the following day. Never mind if his visits to Matthew Williams’ classroom were becoming more and more frequent, he was trying to get the courage he needed so that he could do what he was planning to accomplish tomorrow! While he’d heard from most of the students that ‘Red Day’ was when people swapped chocolates with each other, he knew that there was at least a significant difference when it came to store-bought chocolate and handmade treats.

“Well, this isn’t the first time you’ve tried doing this, right? What’s stopping you now?” came the reply from his sister over the video call. While it was pretty late for Lars, it was early morning over in Belgium—he was lucky to catch his sister Léa before she’d left for her university classes. “I know you’re nervous. I mean, it’s pretty damn obvious…”

“You think?” he continued, typing away as he added onto the essay he was trying to cram for the next day. “I don’t know if he’ll actually take the chocolate, you know. It was hell looking for the cheapest block I could find!”

“Seriously… seriously, Lars? You’re going to make chocolates, and then you use the cheapest kind?! If you’re really hell-bent on ‘confessing’ to him,” she continued, using ‘quotation marks’ as she emphasized the word ‘confessing’ before smacking her palms to her face out of sheer annoyance, “…you should’ve gone all-out and used something much better! Don’t tell me you nabbed the discount chocolate?!”

“What?! Is it so bad for me to try and save money?” he countered, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the camera as he continued to type away, before realizing that half the paragraph he was working on was wrong. Huffing to himself as he highlighted and erased what he’d written, he then sighed before continuing, “You know I’m living on a budget here! It’s hard enough as it is, and I have to try and keep my scholarship! That leaves me with little to no time to look for a part-time job,” he grumbled as he snorted and began rewriting the paragraph he’d crossed out.

“Yeah, I know you are. It’s just that… do you really have to take your frugality that far? Seriously, brother… seriously…” she tsked, shaking her head and chuckling for a few moments. “Anyway, I have to go now, do you have anything you want me to tell Henri?”

“Well, just tell him I said hi, and to keep his nose out of other people’s business. You know how incredibly nosy he can get…” he grumbled as he then waved with one hand before eventually disconnecting the call. Sighing, as he knew that he might’ve messed up, he then turned his attention to the small box that contained the chocolate he was going to give Matthew the next day.

I hope nothing too bad happens… he thought to himself as he rubbed the sides of his head as he returned his attention to the essay he needed to finish.

2018.02.14, ‘D-Day’

Both Matthew and Alfred, along with the rest of the student body, had turned up to school carrying large paper bags full of the obligatory chocolates they needed to give out. While Alfred had gone to join his classmates (and was seeking out his friends in other courses), Matthew had mostly distributed his chocolates to his classmates as well as teachers he’d met throughout the day.

He’d even managed to give some to Kiku as well, and had a laugh with the Japanese exchange student as he told Matthew what Alfred had been up to, having eaten most of the chocolates he’d made the night before (and was now literally distributing handfuls of Kisses chocolates to his friends instead as some kind of weird compensation). After they’d exchanged the obligatory friendship chocolates, Matthew then made his way back to his homeroom—only to be stopped in the hallways by the person he was secretly hoping to avoid.

It was Lars van Meijer, the tall Dutch weirdo who’d stalked his classroom every single chance he could get for the past two years now. Hell, he didn’t even know why the guy had spoken with Carlos and Paolo (as well as everyone else he could approach without scaring them off in the process). Was he asking about information on him?! Who knows.

“W-well, fancy seeing you here. What do y-you want… are you…” Matthew began, stammering for a few moments before managing to pull together his best impression of a glare, looking the taller one down as a pair of light-green eyes stared at the light purple that were now boring a hole right into him. “What, i-is there something on my face?” he stammered out, suddenly running a hand over his own features to check for whatever blemishes were there—which were of course, nonexistent.

Now that Lars had finally managed to corner Matthew Williams, he’d lost the ability to articulate properly, and had settled instead for staring at the slightly shorter one, clearing his throat several times before eventually reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small, giftwrapped box.

“Cat got your tongue?” Matthew continued, now looking at him and observing the other’s actions with a curious light in his eyes. Just as he was about to skirt around the other and return to his classroom, he then felt something being pushed into his hands. Blinking at the sudden action, he then looked at the other, before staring at what was being shoved into his hands—and felt a wave pf panic rising up inside him.

No. Oh, no. No, no, no, no! What the hell is this?! He thought in a panic, before looking at the other—who was now avoiding having to look at Matthew directly. Lars was waiting for the other to accept the gift he’d made for him, his ears turning red as he waited for something—anything—to come from his intended recipient.

“…I’m sorry, I—I… I can’t accept this,” Matthew finally managed to say, once he recognized the package in his hands. “I—I would really want to, but… I c-can’t. I—I hope you understand…” he said, before dropping the box in the process and making a mad sprint down the hall towards his classroom; the better to put as much distance between himself and the strange one as fast as humanly possible.

It had taken a few moments for Lars to comprehend what had happened—a few seconds ago, Matthew Williams was right in front of him; and then when he’d thought to blink, the blonde had vanished. He thought all had gone right until he looked down and saw that the giftwrapped box he’d tried to give the other had fallen there…

What had he done wrong?!

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winterbvrnes · 7 years ago

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Flowers [B.Barnes]

request (x) by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains

summary: You begin to find sweet gifts and cute letters left around your apartment, but you don’t know who they’re from… until you catch him red-handed.

wc: 1668

note: idk how i feel abt this & its prob riddled with errors [ps. i’m looking for a betareader ;)] also check that↓ out

Aly’s 600 Follower Writing Challenge

tw: mentions of Hydra and other enemies, second-hand embarrassment(?), sneaking around (intrusion?), and some cute blushing Buck

They started showing up on June 5th. You don’t know why, or how (seriously, you were pretty sure you’d locked your door when you left that morning) but when you got over the creepy aspect, you began to look forward to the little gifts that would show up.

The first ‘gift’ that showed up scared you a bit. When you walked into your quarters after a tiring day of dealing with press and saw the little chocolate and note card you were positive it was one of three things.

1) Tony being an ass and playing some kind of prank,

2) Hydra (or some other enemy) had broken in and was taunting you, or

3) Nat was feeling sweet today and left you a gift.

Tony had been on a week long mission since Monday (it was only Wednesday), so he wouldn’t have bothered to set this up. The compound is pretty much the most secure building on this planet (other than Damage Control’s warehouse) so that rules out anyone getting in undetected, or bothering to only to leave a candy. There is no way Nat was feeling sweet enough today, not after the asskicking you gave her in training this morning. So, you’re stuck.

With no clue why the candy is there, you kick your door shut and venture over to read the note.

Good job with the press today, I’m sure you did amazing. You always are, and so sweet too; sweeter than this cherry chocolate. Enjoy the rest of your evening by relaxing and destressing, and don’t let those reporters get the best of ya.

The sweet little message is written in beautiful penmanship, and signed with an adorable little smiley-face drawn by a heart. Your lips quirk up as warmth spreads through you at the kind and charming words. But, while they’re sweet, you can’t help but be a little put-off by the thought of someone coming into your room while you were away and leaving this intimate note and a candy (to which you were compared, which shows attention) without saying who they are. Your brows furrow as you place the note back down on the end-table, leaving the chocolate next to it to be safe, before going about your night.

It was two weeks before you received another gift. This time it was a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, bundled up neatly and left on your nightstand next to another note card signed with the same smiley-face. Your brows furrow and you look around, already knowing that you won’t see anyone, but trying anyway. Coming up empty, as expected, you lift the flowers to your face and sniff, inhaling the delicate aroma. Once again feeling a little odd about finding such a romantic gift in your room, you place them on the kitchenette counter and wander into your bathroom to put away your mission gear and shower.

After cleaning up, you finally break and place the bouquet in a vase and fill it with water to display on your windowsill. You smile slightly when you step back to take in the sight. The colors of the petals nearly glow in the sunlight, and you can’t resist snapping a picture for instagram. You caption it and post, watching the hundreds of like immediately flood in (the Avengers are very popular on instagram).

After that, the gifts continue to pour in; from flowers to little stuffed animals to personal care packages, each one incredibly thoughtful and topped with a note card. Whether signed with only a smiley-face, or joined by a cute paragraph, you began to look forward to hearing from this person. Their kindness and charming way began to win you over, despite your initial feelings of being intruded upon.

When you told the girls, Nat had simply rolled her eyes and laughed while Wanda gushed. “You have a secret admirer! That is so cute! I wonder who it is!?” Pepper, having walked into the conversation, had snickered and shared a look with Nat. You’d brushed it off, thinking they were on a different topic, and listened as Wanda named names and considered the possibility of it being them.

That’s where you are now, sitting on the couch listening to Wanda (for the third time that week) update you on her list’s status. After you received your fifth gift (a gorgeous smelling bathbomb and set of little candle) Wanda had started writing down the traits of each team mate that could be a tell for who-dun-it. You sigh, gaze drifting from Wanda’s list over to where Steve and Bucky sit, talking. You tune Wanda out and get lost in a daydream of the handsome soldier, watching as his blue eyes crinkle when he laughs, the brown strands of his hair falling from the bun at the nape of his neck. You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, imagining loosening his hair from the tie and running your fingers through it, feeling the silky waves between your fingers before fisting your hand and tugg–

“Hey! Earth to [Y/N]!” Wanda snaps her fingers in your face, drawing you out of your head. You flush upon realizing that Bucky is looking at you amusedly and you snap upright, turning to glare at Wanda.

“What?” You hiss, embarrassed as you rub your cheeks in an attempt to make them less hot. Wanda snickers and flicks her hair off her shoulder.

“You were staring,” she says simply and you open your mouth to vehemently deny her implications when Steve cuts you off.

“Wanda,” he interrupts, sending you a knowing glance (the one that reeks of Captain America) and placing his massive hand on her shoulder, “Vision told me he was looking for you, something about a movie tonight?” Steve nudges Wanda, not very subtly, and she beams, nodding. “I’ll take you to him.” As Steve passes, he gives Bucky a firm pat on the shoulder and you grimace at being left alone with the assassin. Not because you don’t enjoy spending time with Bucky, but because you enjoy it too much.

You give Bucky an awkward smile, which he reciprocates, before hiking a thumb toward the elevator and saying, “I should probably go train.”

“Oh, yeah, of course, go ahead,” you stutter out, flushing as Bucky sends you a smile and leaves, ever so calm and collected: the complete opposite of you. As the doors close and Bucky sends you a wave with his metal arm, you realize you’d been staring again, and blush heavier, turning to bury your face in your hands when he disappears. “Oh, fuck me.”

After your awkward encounter with Bucky, you’d decided it was time for a night out with Nat. Since she and Clint had moved out of the compound together, you’d been slacking on your weekly Nat-Nights. Lucky for you, Clint had just left on a brief mission with Wanda, leaving you free to get drunk and watch terrible Rom-Coms with Natasha.

“I’m heading out, Steve!” You holler from your doorway, leaving without waiting for Steve’s reply. He’s busy watching the newest Game of Thrones episodes with Bucky and Sam, so it’s likely he didn’t really process your shout. You sling your duffel bag over your shoulder and head to the garage.

Bucky glances over his shoulder towards the elevator, watching the number get smaller as you leave, waiting for the best time to do his thing. When the display reads B1 Bucky throws himself over the back of the couch and he rushes to his room. Steve and Sam watch him speed off and share a knowing look, Sam scoffing and rolling his eyes as they return their attention to the GOT marathon.

With the proper supplies in hand, Bucky sneaks his way to your door and tests the knob. Finding it unlocked (as you’d taken to leaving it since the gifts started coming) he steps inside, closing the door behind himself carefully. He’s standing at the kitchenette counter, arranging the presents when the door creaks open. Bucky freezes, wide eyes darting up to see you standing there, mouth agape.

“U-uh, wha-ho-why-what?” You stutter out, duffel bag landing on the floor with a thud. Bucky puts his hands up defensively.

“I can explain,” he says, shuffling in place awkwardly.

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re my secret admirer?” Never did you believe that James Buchanan Barnes could possibly be the one leaving you trinkets. The man you’ve had a crush on for months.

Bucky sighs. “I- Well, yeah.” He blushes a vibrant, the heat creeping up his neck. “I mean, I guess so? But, I mean, only if you like them, ‘cause if not then you’ve got the wrong guy. But- um, uh, yeah, I’ve been leaving you stuff… “ His face paints itself a deeper scarlet. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while and Steve said I should tell you, but Sam joked that I should leave you chocolate on your pillow like a hotel, and I thought it was stupid but then I got the idea to leave you presents, so Steve helped me ‘cause I’m not as good as I was back in the day, and I really like you–”

You cut him off by firmly pressing your lips against his, silencing any further rambling. His mouth is soft on yours and you smile, feeling heat on your cheeks. You pull back when you don’t feel Bucky respond. A frown settles itself on your face when you meet Bucky staring at you wide-eyed.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought…” You sigh in embarrassment and turn to leave, but Bucky’s hand grips your arm gently and pulls you back to him, allowing his hands to drift down your sides and settle on your hips.

His cocky grin is back, full blown when he says, “So, you like-like me?” You snort and flick his chest with an eyeroll at his words.

“Obviously, you doofus,” you whisper as his lips once again press against yours, feather soft.

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writerspink · 6 years ago

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apprehensive dialogue prejudice marvel eligible accommodate arrogant distinct knack deposit liberate cumulative consequence strive salvage chronological unique vow concise influence lure poverty priority legislation significant conserve verdict leisure erupt beacon stationary generate provoke efficient campaign paraphrase swarm adhere eerie mere mimic deteriorate literal preliminary solar soothe expanse ignite verge recount apparel terrain ample quest composure majority collide prominent duration pursue innovation omniscient resolute unruly optimist restrain agony convenient constant prosper elaborate genre retrieve exploit continuous dissolve dwell persecute abandon meager elude rural retaliate primitive remote blunder propel vital designate cultivate loathe consent drastic fuse maximum negotiate barren transform conspicuous possess allegiance beneficial former factor deluge vibrant intimidate idiom dense awe rigorous manipulate transport discretion hostile clarity arid parody boisterous capacity massive prosecute declare stifle remorse refuge predicament treacherous inevitable ingenious plummet adapt monotonous accumulate reinforce extract reluctant vacate hazardous inept diminish domestic linger context excel cancel distribute document fragile myth reject scuffle solitary temporary veteran assault convert dispute impressive justify misleading numerous productive shrewd strategy villain bluff cautious consist despise haven miniature monarch obstacle postpone straggle vivid aggressive associate deceive emigrate flexible glamour hazy luxurious mishap overwhelm span blemish blunt capable conclude detect fatigue festive hospitality nomad supreme

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exclude civic compact painstaking supplement habitat leeway minute hoax contaminate likeness migration commentary extinct tangible originate urban unanimous subordinate collaborate obstacle esteem encounter futile cordial trait improvises superior exaggerate anticipate cope evolve eclipse dissent anguish subsequent sanctuary formulates makeshift controversy diversity terminate precise equivalent pamper prior potential obnoxious radiant predatory presume permanent pending simultaneously tamper supervise perceived vicious patronize trickle stodgy rant oration preview species poised perturb vista wince yearn persist shirk status tragedy trivial snare vindictive wrath recede peevish rupture unscathed random toxic void orthodox subtle resume sequel upright wary overwhelm perjury uncertainty prowess utmost throb pluck pique vengeance pelt urgent substantial robust sullen retort ponder whim saga sham reprimand vocation assimilate dub defect accord embark desist dialect chastise banter inaugurate ovation barter muse blasé stamina atrocity deter principal liberal epoch preposterous advocate audacious dispatch incense deplore institute deceptive component subside spontaneous bonanza ultimate wrangle clarify hindrance irascible plausible profound infinite accomplish apparent capacity civilian conceal duplicate keen provoke spurt undoing vast withdraw barrier calculate compose considerable deputy industrious jolt loot rejoice reliable senseless shrivel alternate demolish energetic enforce feat hearty mature observant primary resign strive verdict brisk cherish considerate displace downfall estimate humiliate identical improper poll soothe vicinity abolish appeal brittle condemn descend dictator expand famine portable prey thrifty visual

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stance vie instill exceptional avail strident formidable rebuke enhance benign perspective tedious aloof encroach memoir mien desolate inventive prodigy staple stint fallacy grope vilify recur assail tirade antics recourse clad jurisdiction caption pseudonym reception humane ornate sage ungainly overt sedative amiss convey connoisseur rational enigma fortify servile fastidious contagious elite disgruntled eccentric pioneer abet luminous era sleek serene proficient rue articulate awry pungent wage deploy anarchy culminate inventory commemorate muster adept durable foreboding lucrative modify authority transition confiscate pivotal analogy avid flair ferret decree voracious imperative grapple deface augment shackle legendary trepidation discern glut cache endeavor attribute phenomenon balmy bizarre gullible loll rankle decipher sublime rubble renounce porous turbulent heritage hover pithy allot minimize agile renown fend revenue versa gaunt haven dire doctrine intricate conservative exotic facilitate bountiful cite panorama swelter foster indifferent millennium gingerly conscientious intervene mercenary citadel obviously rely supportive sympathy weakling atmosphere decay gradual impact noticeable recede stability variation approximately astronomical calculation criterion diameter evaluate orbit sphere agricultural decline disorder identify probable thrive expected widespread bulletin contribution diversity enlist intercept operation recruit survival abruptly ally collide confident conflict protective taunt adaptation dormant forage frigid hibernate insulate export glisten influence landscape native plantation restore urge blare connection errand exchange

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feasible teem pang vice tycoon succumb capacious onslaught excerpt eventful forfeit crusade tract haggard susceptible exemplify ardent crucial excruciating embargo disdain apprehend surpass sporadic flustered languish conventional disposition theme plunder ignore project complaint title dramatic delivery litter experimental clinic arrogance preparation remind atomic occasional conscious deny maturity closure stressed translator animate observation physical further gently registration suppress combination amazing constructive allied poetry passion ecstasy mystery cheerful contribution spirit failed gummy commerce prove disagreement raid consume embarrass preference migrant devour encouragement quote mythology destined destination illuminating struggle accent ungrateful giggle approval confidence expose scientist operation superstitious emergency manners absolutely swallow readily mutual bound crisp orient stress sort stare comfort verbal heel challenging advertisement envious sex scar astonish basis accuracy enviable alliance specific chef embarrassed counter tolerable sympathetic gradually vanish informative amaze royal furry insist jealousy simplify quiver collaborate dedicated flexible function mimic obstacle technique archaeologist fragment historian intact preserve reconstruct remnant commence deed exaggeration heroic impress pose saunter wring astound concealed inquisitive interpret perplexed precise reconsider suspicious anticipation defy entitled neutral outspoken reserved sought equal absorb affect circulate conserve cycle necessity seep barren expression meaningful plume focused genius perspective prospect stunned superb transition assume guarantee nominate

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install reticent corroborate regretfully strength murder concise cunning intention holy satire query confused progression disillusion background mundane abrupt multiple enormously introduce emulate harmful pragmatic pity rebut liberate enthusiastic elucidate camaraderie disparage nature creep profitability impression racist sobriety occupy autonomy currently amiable reiterate reproduce cripple modest offer atom provincial augment ungratefully expansion yield rashly allude immigration silence epitome exacerbate somber avid dispute vindicate collaborate manufacturer embellish superficial propaganda incompetent objective diminish statistics endure ambivalent perpetuate illuminate phenomenon exasperate originality restrict anxiety anthropology circumstances aesthetic manufacturing conventional dubious vulnerable reality precedent entity success term critical repair underscore stepmother republican hesitantly classic wary contents prediction immediate invoke notorious implicit excluding input skeptical foster element punish frank humanity profound dessert orthodox substance disappear encourage neighborhood elder superfluous naive ascertain complacent resilient deafening military tend prudent glare acceptance skillfully induce monster beam gullible conciliate vessel petty cantankerous disclose archaeology anecdote disdain electronics substantiate subjective tourism advisable joyful incredible provocative psychological ruins discipline condone indifferent misfortune judgmental industrialize tasty assume astute mission mar protective definitely escape oppress shocked virtual zealous endorse qualification hostile eccentric abstract disparate geographical scrutinize generalization tolerate activity claim dogmatic influential obsolete extol implausible subsequent resource chronic benevolent improve confidential ambiguous seriously dearth perplex hatred throughout dine contemporary evoke essentially economic flagrant obscure alleviate eloquent dreaadful clumsy sympathy victim condemn vigor condescend spontaneous quell reprehensible substantially sleeve equivocal ironic decry errand articulate progressive eradicate refreshments elicit aspiration recently exemplary bribery theoretical disingenuous partisan revere particle nostalgia self-aggrandizement debunk tyranny rhetoric hierarchy warning whimsical venerate commend assert miserable awful vibe constrain undermine explicit differentiate compliment scrupulous contempt erroneous ideal refute imply cynical rash presume insight revival vary delay renounce indignant offensive temperate circumstantial export peep logo advertise suppress distort chunk convoluted denounce overwhelming fertility rigorous acquire arrogant university antagonize profitable indulgent strategic breathing idiosyncrasy profession frugal discern accommodation adversary incredulous disturbance digress social belie roam smug continual pertinent voluntarily elite subtle blame sincerity lick horror censure involvement candid infer futile impetuous exploit bewilder sustain diligent sincere protect sealed musical empathy callous parenthetical insure acorn sarcasm seize sacrificially allege emphatic irrelevant progress diplomatic stunned improvise deride reconcile meticulous deject scientifically incontrovertible pressure justify gloomy depict supplant endurance analogous diary bolster slip contemplate pesticide glow religious advocate negligent creator lament fundamental embrace throne inherent inferior valuable thrive trivial pretense reserved capricious refresh refusal flight boost explanation coherent prevalent tenacious official royalty assassin rub poach delete

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warrant circumscribed somewhat explosive optimistic mandate previously detract opinion intuitive feasible intimate persistent humble simplicity tempt deliberate painful unethical fundamentals discrepancy remorse pessimistic possibility conclusion acknowledge impregnate soberly creation paralyze suitability oblige tranquil medal arbitrate pacify illusory susceptible vibrate vengeance infection democratic stressful grave speculative sample identification stifle obligation revenge organization namely mediocre practical scream weaken consensus affectionate deficient treacherous console isolation ingenious memory melodrama despair awestruck composition regret recommendation celebrity decision devoid opaque ornamentation longevity participate dread restore interrogate aid accordingly mislead embarrassment optimism domestic apt funds virtue geography fundamentally thoroughly press despite horrible chilling rental esteemed disappointment innovative contemplation assign popularize haunt deafen serene percent estrangement suffer extravagant throng estimate comment priesthood mass dreadfully promote periphery animated saying relate clarity triple derivative succeed distortion register suicide improvement discreet inquisition probable curative incident praise convenience baffle covet dreadful genuinely weary undisturbed disgruntled humility renown nonchalant monopoly comedy vague decisive inconsequential announcement fabricated nevertheless vigilant scarce neglectful hushed attainment tedious explode snatch pslm agency sentimental tension adhere meanwhile sacred avert conformity likewise challenger accessible responsibility peril contact event roast fallible catastrophic competitor violate resolute deceive exaggeration discredit intolerable approve paste dimly novelist demeanor norm politician satisfaction obvious vehicle reservation defer involve restoration crush audible assistant backpack attain inanimate commemorate confrontation emigration parasite disperse quantitative laughter policy vulgar occasionally repay effective eulogy starvation empty therapeutic overall immortal encompass inappropriate opportune engagement illustrate turmoil observatory classification expression reminiscence comedian invention depress remedy protagonist gesture texture diplomatic election prolong conducive emotional invigorate curiosity expressive %

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