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brailsthesmolgurl · 8 months ago

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RETRIBUTION

SEQUEL TO DAMNNATION. kindly read the prequel to get a better idea on the story's direction. I know I promised an alternate ending, where angst is not involved, but I want to prolong this pain for you masochists :> Enjoy this long, hefty, and incredibly hurtful read. But, it is okay my lovelies, I shall have a good-comforting parallel-universe ending written for you guys this week. SOOO pls do keep up with my profile :)

The legend goes on, with the God of the Sea failing to protect his beloved. His fate was decided for him by his people, but now, he shall take fate upon his own hands and remake his own endings. But, does fate falter? Even to a God?

Warnings: Angst Angst Angst Angst, Spoiler to Rafayel's Lore and I put in some of my own zesty twists to the lore, Deaths and Bloods and some okay maybe not some descriptive gore.

Rafayel walked across the sandy paths of Lemuria, in his human form, with his beloved laid peacefully in his arms. Rafayel did not even bothered to shift back into his merman form as he wanted to dedicate the mundane's death to his people. Or rather, to show how much he loves her, by being a shadow of her, a human, walking amongst Lemuria. A promise he had always given her.

"You promise to show me Lemuria someday right?" He remembered the way her face would light up when he tells her stories of Lemuria. From how Lemurians had sourced for various kinds of sea stones from different parts of the ocean to build their homes to how Lemurians were created, to what do their daily routines consists of and many other kinds of stories that a man could ever dream of hearing from an actual Lemurian.

There was not a moment that y/n was ever bored of it. Instead, whenever he visits, it naturally became a conversation starter. Y'n would ask him of the most random things. "So do Lemurians possess any gardrobes?" Rafayel nearly spat his tea out, snapping his head towards her when she mentioned about toilets as they were having snacks in the middle of the night within her chambers. "Or perhaps they just do their business wherever they are allowed to---" Before she could even finished, Rafayel would have his hand on her lips, to silence her before she continue ruining his appetite for the rest of the night.

The swipe of his fingers on her pale lips reminded him of those days. She is no longer smiling now, eyes and mouth closed, her skin looked ghoulish under the water, skin reflecting light whenever the lightning above struck the surface of the sea. Rafayel's face is a sheet of calm demeanour, but the soul that lays beneath the hunk of this man is a roaring sea, just like how he summoned for the storm before he stepped foot into the vast ocean.

Fishes and various kinds of sea creatures that used to swim along the pathways are not seen nor found within miles of Rafayel's sight. None of them were brave enough to be within his presence as they knew the aura that Rafayel had emitted. It is no doubt that sea creatures are much smarter than Lemurians. Every step he took made the sea creatures scattered further away, burying deeper into their hideouts, scared for their lives.

Rafayel stood in front of his kingdom, eyes pinned against the marble white towers that he calls home. Cheers and laughters could be heard from the banquet hall, where the Lemurians were probably herded, awaiting for his return for a grand celebration towards the revival of Lemuria. But Rafayel was far from a celebratory mood. "We have arrived, my love." His voice monotonous, no hints of happiness nor giddiness, nor sadness, nor disappointment. Just numbness. A man with feelings bears empathy and sympathy, but, a man without feelings bears emptiness, null and void of all emotions.

He continued his course, holding onto y/n tighter in his arms. He had the initial thought of wanting her body to rest within his chambers before he commits bloodshed. But, having an audience might not be a bad idea. Instead, Rafayel wanted this. He knew that she could not be able to tell nor see, nor to be there to stop him, but he wanted her soul to watch him commit this, to execute damnation upon his kind. All he wanted, was to show her how much he loves her, to the point he is willing to do this, to be a mad man.

The heavy doors leading to the banquet hall slowly opened with a chant of a spell. Rafayel's eyes staring straight ahead, his once two-toned irises had now dissolved to be a dark maroon colour. His guess was right, all of the Lemurians were gathered within this hall, laughters and conversations filled the environment. But, almost abruptly, the laughters and conversations seized, and Rafayel could care less about the whispers that started to take place within the silence.

It did not took long before some of the Lemurians sensed something was off and they started swimming towards the heavy doors. Rafayel chanted something under his breath and the doors slammed right in front of their faces. The ones who tried to escape were shocked, but none of them made their move to question why the God of the Sea had a dead girl with a gaping orifice on her chest within his arms and why did he chose to present himself in a miniature form of a mere mortal. Practically the size of an ant compared to the average 2m Lemurians surrounding him.

"Your highness!" Arvia was initially cheerful, emerging from the crowd before he spotted the girl the God was holding onto. He stopped in his tracks, wanting to turn back before he felt a strong force pulling him towards Rafayel. Arvia faced Rafayel, eyes bulging when the invisible force coiled around his neck. "Your highness.... please!" The young merman coughed, the crowd watching in horror.

"You were the messenger weren't you?" Rafayel asked, eyes looking past the young merman, not even sparing him any last bits of attention.

"I was only...executing...what...was being....told..." The merman replied, his breath getting more restricted by every passing second. "I did...not...know...of...the ceremony. Please...I just want to save---"

"Your highness, no!" A mermaid appeared from the crowd, with blonde hair curling like tendrils on land, hazel eyes staring at the young merman before darting over to Rafayel's figure. She happened to be Arvia's mother. "He did what he have to...To save us all." Her sentence made Rafayel's right eye twitched slightly, fueling the God's wrath even more. "Then," Rafayel turned his head and angled it upwards to stare at her right into her eyes. His dark eyes could quite literally burn a hole through her soul as she finds herself talking back to a God. Not just any God at this moment, for he has taken his stance as a vengeful God. "Should it be justified? That I am only doing this to save my beloved?" Before the mother could even say anything, Rafayel only exhaled his breath and Arvia's head immediately got cut off clean by the invisible force. The head's eyes blinked a couple of times, floating upwards towards the surface, while its body sank onto the sea floor, twitching as it goes down. Blood seeping out into the ocean waters, creating symbols guided by the waves.

Lemurians within the banquet hall went into immediate panic, screaming and screeching, wanting to leave the banquet to save themselves. Rafayel looked up, watching as the Lemurians tried to flee. Like a bunch of fishes trapped within a fisherman's net, pushing against one another and fighting for whatever that is left for their puny lives. His voice was hushed, but clear enough to be heard within the hall. "Don't worry my people, you shall only feel the hurt that I had felt." And all of the screams halted.

...

Amund dragged himself across the sea floor, a trail of blood painted by his very own body fluids. The man was in agonizing pain, nearly to the point of passing out. Just a while ago, he was getting all cozy within his own chambers before he heard loud screams that travelled through the sea rifts. But it did not took long before it stopped so he took no mind to it, figuring it was just another norm for those celebratory parties. Not segregating the mischievious ones from the docile ones, that is just an invitation for a mishap to happen at a party.

He heard a swoosh coming from the side of his house and his door slammed open to reveal the God of the Sea, in his mundane form, covered in splatters of blood from head to toe. Amund's jaw dropped when the screams finally registered into his head. The screams may just be caused by this man standing right in front of him. The very girl Amund had tortured set securely within Rafayel's arms. Rafayel's unusual calm demeanour is not part and parcel of his personality, which further solidified Amund's questions to himself.

"Your high---" Amund was literally smashed through the walls of his house and the merman landed roughly onto the sand pile behind his house. Rafayel walked through the hole, eyes still hollow and face expressionless. "Pleas---" Another slam through another wall. And this repeated for a couple of times, until Amund was laying on the sandy pathway in the village, blood pooling out of his mouth. He tried to escape, pushing himself up and trying his best to get his tail to wag so he could generate enough momentum to give him a boost off of the ocean floor.

"It was a fairly easy instruction." Rafayel spoke, finally. Maroon eyes boring into Amund's skull. "And yet, you failed." Rafayel knelt down, showing Amund the girl he was holding onto the whole time. "You had deeply failed me, Amund. And you had failed Lemuria." Rafayel stood back up on his feet, licking his lips and looking back towards the towers that he had walked out from. "For what you had done to her, death would only be the easy way out for you." Rafayel's eyes turned a darker shade and Amund let out a blood curdled scream, begging for his highness' mercy.

It has been a while, with Amund crawling on the sea floor. Dirt and rubble trapped under the old man's nails. Some of his nails however, were ripped off due to him being tossed around---his failure to hold onto anything to slow down the impact, caused some of his nails to be ripped right off of his fingertips during the impact---with Rafayel's invisible force whenever he tried to plead for the God's mercy.

Rafayel had managed to pluck out the merman's scale, piece by piece. Lemurians scale are used to make lethal weapons not only on land, but also in the waters. Yet, they are the hardest to harvest as pulling off ONE scale would equate to a human ripping off their whole scalp in one go. So, one could only imagine the pain Amund is going through currently. Amund could barely crawl, eyes swollen from the sand that had entered his tear duct and hoarse voices turned into silenced croaks.

If Rafayel was not holding onto his beloved, he would have easily been the one to pluck out Amund's scales one by one. Rafayel's blinding rage had deluded his mind, as he watched the merman who is the reason behind his lover's death. "She was going to be my mate, my lifetime mate, for this upcoming season, do you know that?" Rafayel scoffed, tears stinging at the back of his eyes.

"But you had to just test my patience, and my capabilities as the God of the Sea. Hence, what you had experienced today, shall never equate to the pain you made me go through. For you had taken my fate, my people's fate upon your own hands." He gave Amund a good kick and the guy groaned in agony, facing down as he regurgitated blood. "What I did today, was nothing but a mere taste of what I am capable of. AS A GOD." His last sentence carried a strong surge of disgust, his bloodlust psyche temporarily separated his status between Amund, an ordinary merman and himself, which is made to be a God.

"I curse...curse her." He managed to choke out and Rafayel's eyes widened, immediately leaping forward to grab the merman's head to face him. The merman croaked out his very last laugh, taunting Rafayel's actions and the last sentence of his was spoken in Lemurian, a rendition of a chant to curse y/n to be reincarnated into a sea witch.

Rafayel's blink of an eye sparked his evol, and he stood there, watching the eternal flames that was casted on Amund burn the merman from what was left of him into a pile of dust, waiting to be consumed by the planktons that lives within the sea water's ecosystem. Tears unknowingly flowed down his cheek and trickled onto his lover's face. The show is over and so is his wish to see her to be a mundane again in her next life. Rafayel held her corpse closely and tightly to his body, soft sobs finally leaving his lips as he faltered to the sea floor.

...

Hundreds of years has passed. And hundreds of years, Rafayel had travelled the seas to search for her. To at least sense any signs of her presence. Ever since the massacre, Rafayel was tied down by his own guilt, for not only failing to protect his lover, but also being the sole reason for the extinction of Lemurians. How uncanny, a legend that tells the tale of a God seeking vengeance upon his own kind just because they had killed his one and only lover. That tale would surely be pure nonsensical or would and could possibly generate pure hatred from anyone who hears it.

Rafayel could care less, like how he heard the screams of his people in their very last moments, the sound of blood and tears splattered across the once white and pristine walls that they were confined within. The sound of Amund begging not to be killed---with his throat slowly giving up on him---the last curse that he uttered and the last sounds that had bubbled from him when he was lit up with Rafayel's evol.

A hint of humming caught his ears and the man stopped his movements, ears twitching in directions to catch onto the tune. A tune only he has ever whistled. With a gesture, dolphins came surrounding the God in circles, by command. "Find out the source for me, yeah?" Rafayel asked and the circling dolphins chirped in return before they dispersed into all directions.

Rafayel's heart skipped a beat, out of nervousness? He had no idea, he still has not gotten used to the idea of his heart being whole again. Because his heart has only been whole only when he was with her. He does not need a whole heart, he only needs her to fill in for the whole of his heart. And for that moment, he shall forever await.

One of the dolphins returned, whistling back to catch the God's attention. Rafayel looked up, and without hesitation, grab ahold onto the dolphin's fin and he was led towards the source of the humming. The dolphins brought him through the kelp grounds, where his people would usually come by to forage for food when they migrate to the northern side for warmer waters during the changing in seasons.

The dolphin led him to the side of the cliff, where it plunges down to the deepest part of the ocean. Creatures beneath those waters are indespicable, and no Lemurians had ever dived that deep. And that includes the God of Sea himself. The humming came again, this time further confirming that the source of the sound came from down below. Rafayel turned around to look for the dolphin, but the poor creature had left him all alone the moment it dropped him off here.

With a deep breath and a puff of his chest, the purple haired God swam deep into the dark waters below. All of his senses heightened to the max as he himself would not expect what he might encounter. Legends were told that there lives a sea serpent so huge that it could engulf the whole world if it awakes. And that was the only legend that still kept Rafayel on edge till now.

His fear dissipated almost instantly when he spotted a faint light in the far distance within the dark. You see, Lemurians although are half-fish and half-man, they do not possess infrared vision that allows them to see in the depths. Within the depths, Rafayel's flames do not work as well as this is the place where Gods are not exactly welcomed. He sped up his swimming when he noticed the light bounces further down into the dark. Pause. Then the light comes back up, but this time, at a very high speed.

Noticing a huge shadow, Rafayel turned and immediately started charging full speed towards the cliff again. But due to the darkness of the waters around him, the God found himself entrapped in the darkness, bumping and hitting himself against the cliffside. The bone-crushing, chomping sounds that came from behind him made him not-one-bit curious to see what was actually chasing him. Right when he was about to be gnawed by a creature, he heard a voice calling out in a language he had not heard of and he blacked out.

...

"I think he is waking up." A voice whispered next to Rafayel. "His eyes are fluttering."

"Is it? Oh yeah, he does look like he is awakening." Another voice intruded, deeper, but not enough to be known as a man's voice.

Rafayel slowly opened his eyes, before he was met with two snailfishes. One with a red while another is tinted with a blue hue. His eyes darted in between the two fishes as he was trying to comprehend if they were the ones talking earlier.

"Good morning." The red one spoke and Rafayel gasped, moving away from the fish. His pupils blown out as he was shocked. He has seen fishes all of his life, but he had never encountered talking fishes. EVER. But making spells to make fishes talk is definitely a skill only a sea witch possesses. This gave Rafayel a thought, maybe she felt lonely down here so she made herself some friends.

"You scared him Red." The blue one spoke this time, and it swam closer towards Rafayel, using its spiny fins to mimic how a mundane would usually talk. Gestures, as what was taught to the snailfishes, is a common courtesy of good body language to humans. But given the snailfishes had never been in contact with any humans, they took the closest resemblance to what their highness looked like. Rafayel looked just like a human to them.

With parted hair and two eyes, a nose and a lip. He is obviously a human to their knowledge. "We are not going to hurt you." The blue fish gestured it's small fins in circles, speaking slowly for each word, afraid that the man before it would not understand them. "Our master ask us to care for you as she went out to gather some food."

"Who is your master?" Rafayel asked as he sat up, kindly hoping that it was the girl he had awaited for many years. "Where is she?" His excitement made him winced, his head still hurts, a side effect of a sea witch's spell.

The feel of the water temperature shifting made the two snailfishes swam off to one of the tunnels. Rafayel took this time to observe his surroundings. Contrast to the dark waters he was in just now, he is currently in a cave like structure, with huge seaweeds and some pebbles laid out beneath him and a sea lantern hung up at every corner of the cave to provide some decent lighting. For a moment, he did not believe that he is in a sea witch's abode.

The walls had paints on them, some forming artworks of the seas above, and some were writings written in what Rafayel assumed to be sea witch's language. Rafayel stopped at one of the drawings, it was a rough sketch of Lemuria. Seeing the sketch, his breath hitched in his throat. The past memories of his massacre surfacing again but he forced it down. Not willing to show weakness in such a foreign territory. Below the sketch, there were symbols that Rafayel could not read. But he decided not to further crack his head.

The fishes returned and Rafayel's heart dropped to the bottom of his tail when he was met with her. The girl who he had always been waiting, the girl he had committed massacre for, the girl that had made him suffer with loneliness for the past hundred years. Y/n is now in front of him, but other than human legs, it was swapped with a black and singular long tail, resembling one a Moray eel has. Her once brunette curls took on a much darker shade, the same as the waters below here. The curse happened after all, for she had became the sea witch of the depths.

"You are awake." Y/n spoke and oh how he missed her voice. The voice that produces the best laughters and asked the most silly questions. Yet, with this version of her, her voice held none of those characteristics he remembered. It was deadpanned, the lack of emotions nearly made Rafayel winced. With his lack of a response, the sea witch looked towards both of her friends. "Does he happen to be a mute?"

"He spoke to us just now, but more like engaged us in a question or two." The blue snailfish chirped, swimming back to the side of Rafayel. The same fin that used to make gestures came to give a pat onto Rafayel's cheek and the merman turned to look at the fish in question. Seeing Rafayel's reaction, the fish hurriedly swam back to its master. "He is a human as you described right? Right, master?"

"Not quite, Blue." Ironic, Rafayel thought. It is very ironic of her to name things exactly based on the way they looked. It has always been a habit of hers. She placed the seashells she had harvested neatly onto the floor and she swam over to have a closer look at Rafayel. "I think, his origins are of a mermaid." Her eyes are now a different shade of colour, black irises match the shade of her pupils. Another staple for a sea witch. "I apologise for the black out you had to experience earlier on. I had to cease the Angler Fish from rising towards the surface as I did not want it to disturb the ecosystem as of above."

"Do you know of my name?" Rafayel asked, a glimmer of hope shined in his eyes as he really wished for her to remember at least a slither of memory of him. For he had been her one and only lover in her past life. But with the way she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, his hope got extinguished like a fire that could not be ignited.

"What do you seek for, Lemurian?" Y/n swam back towards the pile of sea shells she had collected and she grabbed one of the bottles from above her shelf. Examining the shells one by one before placing them into the bottle, only the ones that has spots on them would be chosen while the other would be tossed aside and the two snailfishes seem to be having a feast with the leftovers.

The turn of her head got her to look him right into his eyes. The warm glow emitting from the sea lantern casting a soft glow on her face. Just like the time when he held her in his arms, on top of the rock. He tore his eyes away from her, his cheeks burning from how affected he was from her gaze. But he answered her. "I came here for a potion. A potion to cure me from my wandering heart." ...

It took y/n 100 days, a cycle between 50 days and 50 nights to produce the potion that Rafayel had requested for. Shortly after the interaction, Rafayel had returned back to the shallow seas, as he could not bear to watch the love of his life not knowing him for who he is and who he was to her.

His last words to her before he departed to the shallows was, "Once the potion has been completed, I shall meet you at the sea stacks by dawn. The one far north." He said, index finger pointing towards the said direction. His eyes does not meet hers before he left. That was how heartbroken he was. His heart wearing him down day by day as he waited for the potion to be crafted.

During the 100 days of wait, he kept going back and forth between the waters and land to keep himself occupied. But the land served him better as the mourning of the princess had ended long ago. When the princess went missing, the King sent out every single one of his troops to search for the lost princess.

Rafayel purposely placed her back onto the sea stacks so she could be found easily. Knowing the God, he would have kept her by his side even if she were to be nothing but a bag of bones, but he knew, her people would want to know of her whereabouts. Even if it would only bring them to her corpse. He could not give himself anymore liberty to take her away from her people, like how he had singlehandedly perished the people of his kingdom. He did not turned his head back at all once he had left her there, swimming away in full speed so that he would not be discovered and caught, and to save himself from crying anymore.

The beloved princess' death was mourned by all. Every citizen within the Kingdom's grounds were in tears, regardless if its a man or a woman, an adult or a child. That was how loved she was. Her people mourned for her for nearly five decades, and that was how long Rafayel refused to surface and to walk on land. Every time he closed in to the shores of her kingdom, the sounds of the cries of her people would strike his ears. He became so used to it that he would visit the same place every day, by dusk, just to silently cry and mourn with the people of her kingdom.

He would not even go anywhere near his kingdom either. For it was filled with the bones of his people. The people that he used to cherish, that he would always go back to. But now, all he returns to, is a dead and eerie silence. The bloody stains of his people had now hardened, taken over by sea crustaceans as Lemurian blood offers a lot of benefits to the sea creatures. If any Lemurians lived past that day, Rafayal would definitely earn the title of 'The God Who Went Deranged'.

The day has finally came, where they shall rejoice by the sea stacks. Rafayel was already waiting there since dusk, body floating above the waters, facing up towards the bright skies painted in pastel yellows and reds. Blobs of clouds that seemed so edible Rafayel wished he could fly instead of swim. A bunch of bubbles surfaced next to him and he slightly turned his head, watching as she emerged from the waters, holding two vials in her hand. Her face expressionless and cold as the first time he had met her in this life.

"Here." She handed him one of the vials and he took it, repositioning himself from having to float, to facing her directly. "Are you sure this is what you desire?" Her question caught his attention, his mixture of lilac-lapis orbs stared into her obsidian ones. "Because your memories will be perished forever, do you know that?"

Rafayel looked at the vial, the contents of the fluid is watery, and takes on a sheen of coral-like pink. "My mind is set." His eyes caught her again. "This is what I had desired when I met you that day." His words although does not hold any meaning to the sea witch, but it held meanings that one could never fathom, within the God of Sea's memories.

"This is usually done between two, one to forget while the other to contain the forgotten memories." She explained, holding up the vial to her eye level as she continued. "And since you do not have anyone you want to consume this with, I shall be the one to contain your forgotten memories."

As expected, Rafayel knew she was going to say this. He had never once mentioned anything about the Lemurians being extinct. Neither did she asked. Always putting people ahead of herself, her nature still seeped through from her past life that it has easily become one of her core personalities even till now. Rafayel silently sighed in his own mind when he looked at this woman in front of him. The lover that he had sworn his life to, became the lover that was seemingly a stranger to him.

"We shall consume this together, and with a chant of a spell, hence the void of the memory shall take upon its place." Rafayel pulled the cap open, mirroring her actions and they drank the mixture together. Rafayel winced at how bitter the content tasted but y/n seemed unaffected, as sea witches are not equipped with a sense of taste as most of their potions tasted wicked as their personalities had always been portrayed to be. "Well enough to start?"

"Hu-Ayr-Tey Ta-Fa-Fu-Lei." Rafayel chanted and he watched as y/n's eyes widened. Finally, a reaction from her. Not in the way he had hoped for a reaction of course. You see, Rafayel, being God of the Sea, although had never travelled through the deep waters and had never knew of the Sea Witches' language, but the spells equipped by the sea witches were born out of a God's nature. Should there be benevolence, there shall be malevolence. Just like how Rafayel's massacre is a proof of a God's malevolent nature taking place physically, a sea witch's spells are born out of a God's mentally twisted nature.

"What have you done?!" She held onto her neck, feeling herself struggling to breathe as her neck is closing up on her. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" She raised her voice, looking at him with anger that starts to paint her face a shade of red. "How do you know of this spell?!" She was in disbelief, eyes shooting daggers into the merman in front of her. Rafayel showed no amusement though, his eyes although were entirely focused on her, his heart crushed.

Fate in general, creates thousands and millions of possibilities towards one's ending. For a God, fate should easily be nothing but a just another miniscule issue within their palms. But for Rafayel, the moment he fell for a mundane, was the moment he signed a blackmail for himself. He has to gamble with fate now, just like with any other mere mortal. The only advantage he got is that he could look into the near future to help him better plan out his upcoming course of actions.

This happening now, marks one of his course of actions. The fate he had chosen was to kill y/n with his own hands, so she could be reincarnated to be a human in her next life. Then, he could take place as a man, on the land, seeking for her love and attention, just like how a mere mortal would. Yes. Rafayel, the God of the Sea, would risk his status of being a God just to be a human, just to be with her. "This is the only way." He spoke to her, as he watched her slowly lose her memories to swim, her tail, now a pair of legs, flailing clumsily in an effort to save herself.

The spell that he had uttered, does not only make her forget her own identity, but it makes her forget everything, wiping everything off of her memory and giving her a clean slate. A reincarnated soul would always remember bits of their past lives, that is how deja-vu and realistic dreams come about. But this spell would wipe her memory of her past life as well. As bad as it sounds, Rafayel sees this as the only viable way for him to live his next life, having to protect her. All the other courses of action, would only lead to more bloodshed and he grew tired of it.

The tears came flowing again, watching his beloved struggle to breathe as she started to choke onto the seawater that is rapidly entering her lungs. Rafayel could only watch, he could not interfere as it would ruin the course of her next life. Heart wrenching, gut punching, every other word of torturous feeling would describe him perfectly at this moment.

Y/n reached out her hand to him, desperately looking at him and clawing for him, seeking for his help to drag her out and onto solid land. But his refusal seemingly made her accepted her fate. Her pupils then slowly stopped moving, her body slowly stopped thrashing and twitching as she continued descended deeper into the waters. A scene that reminded him deeply of Arvia during his last moments.

Once the bubbles had stopped surfacing out of her agape lips, Rafayel swam down as fast as he could, and he held her cold body in his arms again, closely studying her very last moments. Her eyes were opened, in a state of shock and acceptance, lips blue like the shade of his lapis-coloured eyes, tail had now taken form into two legs, her body stiff and hollow like how she was when he first found her in the past 100 years. The curse was finally broken, but it also broke Rafayel. With shaky breaths, he uttered. "In your next life, I promise you. I promise. You shall only ever hear of my name as to be Rafayel. I shall no longer...be the God of the Sea."

Parallel Universe Ending is Out: Salvation

I love doubling the damage sometimes, this one-shot had became somewhat of a small series. I enjoyed using a bit of my gore movie visual experiences within this piece of writing. Thank you for the ones who wished for a sequel. I hope this makes you bawl your eyes out.

But do not worry, I am already starting on a not-so-angsty ending that takes place in a parallel universe. I don't think this series would continue on as I think it is best to leave it to you lovelies' vast imagination.

As usual, any requests you want me to write? I can write it for ya :)

Have a good day and pls cry for me lovelies :)

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Bleeding Hearts

This will be a long fanfic series. I have the same one on my Wattpad @ autogirls. Hope you all enjoy!

Nanat'ia (original character) x Miles Quaritch

"He is beautiful, Neytiri."

I had never thought I would see my sister so happy. She was glowing with pure love and happiness as she stared down at her newborn son, her hand wrapped in mine.

"I'm so happy for you," I pressed my forehead against hers, expressing my joy for her family.

When the sky people were sent away, I could feel a new era approaching. I prayed to Eywa for peace for my people since they had endured so much.

And for my new era of peace, I had put down my weapons and rested my mind. I did not want to bring any negative thoughts or feelings that I had held before. The sky people are gone, and so what was the need for me to continue making weapons? Not the bows my sister had crafted, but knives. Sharp daggers that were made for swiftly killing the enemy - ones I had started to forge when I was eight.

"Neytiri! Neytiri, I just thought of a great name!" Jake burst through the hut, excitement in his eyes as he had completely forgotten that I was here.

"What name have you been thinking of this time, Jake?" When I had discovered what name he had given his Ikran, I could not fathom it. He is Taruk Makto, the greatest earrior of our time, and such a great Na'vi warrior had named his Ikran Bob.

"Something very fitting, Nanat," He insisted, knowing my harsh judgment, but it was all fun and games with us.

"Tell me, my Jake," Neytiris' nerves were calm since having him, only focusing on their son so her mood was lighter than usual.

"Steve!"

Utter silence.

My sisters hand tightened around my own, trying to restrain herself from smacking him in the face.

"You are willing to name the future clan leader of the Omaticaya, Steve?" I questioned, my head tilted slightly. He saw the dangerous look in my sisters eye and immediately backed down from the idea.

"Or-or not, I mean, it's not that great," He stuttered out.

Names on Earth always sounded so weird. Steve? Bob? And thousands of Earth children share the same name. When I think of it, it often makes me sad for them because it means their parents did not think about their own name. There is no meaning - no beauty to their names.

"I have thought of one," Sister spoke up, gently caressing his head as he suckled on her for food.

"Neteyam. I think it suits him well," Neytiri smiled down at him, and I could see the spark in Jakes eyes. Jake looked down at his child, and it looked like that baby boy was his entire reason for living.

"Neteyam. . .it's perfect," Jake concluded, and I decided to take my leave.

The love between Neytiri and Jake was one to be admired and sought after. I had never seen such a connection before, even when she was promised to Tsu'tey. Even when she had expressed her disdain and annoyance for training him when he first arrived, it was like Eywa had already decided that they would have the strongest mate bond.

Neytiri would die for Jake, and Jake would die for Neytiri.

A love I wished for.

But it was not my time.

I believe that when the time comes, Eywa will bring my future mate to me. Perhaps he will be a thorn in my side, or my best friend - whatever comes, I put all my trust in Eywa that they will be the best for me.

"Ninat'ia."

I turned my head, "Mother?"

"Come here, child. What have they named him?" She is so excited to be a grandmother. Ever since the news broke that Neytiri and Jake were expecting their first child, she has been praying and watching Neytiri like Ikran.

"You will find out at the ceremony," I replied, and she hissed in frustration.

"Should you not be preparing the clan to receive his name?" I questioned my mother as she walked along with me.

"I wished to ask something of you, my child," She hooked her arm with mine, her thumb gently stroking my arm in comfort.

Meaning it was bad news.

"Remember how I told you I found you in the forest as a baby?"

"How could I forget? You told the story every year on my birthday," I wasn't hers - biologically. In my mother's grief, she secluded herself to the forest and found me. Her grieving was that she had lost her child giving birth, the cord having killed the baby before the air could reach them. So, she went to the forest seeking solitude.

Instead, she found me. As she told me, I was crying and just on the ground - seemingly abandoned. No one was around, and I was unharmed.

"I went to the Mother Tree to pray, but it was not the answer that I wished Eywa gave me," She said, worry in her eyes.

"What was it?"

She sighed, "it was a vision. I was watching through another's eyes in a strange place. A loud sound was going off, and humans were running all around me. I tried to fight my way into a room, but the others pushed me away. Afterward, I fell to my knees as the loud sound fell silent, and all I could feel was grief."

"Was this on Earth?" I had never seen it, only heard stories from the nicer sky people - like Grace.

"It is nothing like I have ever seen."

"But why come to me with this, mother? You are Tsahik - I do not know what this means," I expressed, and she stopped in her tracks.

"Mother?"

"I heard a man crying out a name. . .my child, he was screaming for you."

#rick quaritch #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water imagine #miles quaritch #miles quaritch imagine #quaritch x reader #na'vi quaritch

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months ago

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Sad Sushi Roll

Media - Nowhere Boy Character - Paul Couple - Paul X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Adorable Word Count - 2679

The snow was piled high, and the streets were covered in thick high snow. Everything within miles was dusted with piles of ice and snow as if a giant shiv of icing sugar had been over during the night.

Y/n walked the streets in her winter boots, thermal tights, a winter dress, coat, scarf, gloves and bobble hat. She carried her shopping as she slowly stepped through her snow.

But suddenly a snowball hit her square in the face,

"Gotcha," Paul said with grin as he poked his head out from the stone bus stop,

"Not in the mood," Y/n warns through gritted teeth,

He walks up to her, "I thought you’d enjoy it," he smiles and lightly ruffles her hair,

"Why would I? It's cold. It's icy. And you threw snow at my head!"

"Oh, come on! It was just a little snowball, nothing too bad." He smiled, "Isn't the snow beautiful?" He said turning to look in wonder at the beautiful scenery around him,

She sighed as she continued her walk until she finally arrived home and tried to grab her keys but her gloves were too thick for her pocket,

"Are you struggling over there?" He says with an amused smirk,

"I'm fine." She glared pulling off her glove and grabbing her key however as she tried to put it in her door the lock was frozen,

He can't help but chuckle as he watches her struggle with the frozen lock

“Looks like you could use a little help there.” He said with a smug tone in his voice,

"I'm fine!" She glared blowing on the lock till it melted enough for her to open it she headed inside knocking the snow off her boots and hat but as soon as she got inside, the bags broke sending her shopping onto the kitchen floor,

“Wow, you're really not having a good day, are you?” He said with a chuckle as he followed her inside shutting the door and slipping off his coat,

"no. I'm not." She sighed gathering her shopping and slowly putting it away,

“What's wrong? What's got you so grumpy today?” He asks, leaning against the wall,

"firstly I slept through my alarm, so I was late for work, the roads haven't been gritted so I had to walk to work, so I was late, when I got to work the boss shut the building without telling anyone cause it's too unsafe for people to come in, so I went to walk home. As soon as I got home he says the building is okay so I walked back and did an hour of work before I was done for the day, had to walk to get my groceries, and four screaming babies in the store, I get my stuff I forgot my rewards card so I had to pay full price, walked home in the snow, some dumbass hits me with a snowball, my lock was frozen, my bags broke, my house is cold cause the heating isn't working..." She rattled off, "I'm not having a good day!"

He looks at her with a mixture of shock and slight amusement on his face as she list off all the troubles “Damn...I guess you've really had a tough day, haven't you?”

she nodded sulking over and opening her arms with a sad pouty face,

“And what are you supposed to signify with this?” He asks with a teasing tone

"hug?"

“Seriously? You're pouting like a child just to get a hug?” He said with a slight smirk, but secretly he melted a little inside at her cute look

she nodded her arms still open,

He sighs slightly, pretending to be annoyed, “Fine, come here, you big baby.” He said with a fake groan as he opens his arms and pulls her into an embrace

"thank you" she pouts

shaking his head slightly, “You're such a baby sometimes, you know that?”

"I'm also just extra sad today"

“I can tell. You've really had a bad day, haven't you?” He says one hand gently rubbing her back

she sighed slowly removing her coat, gloves, scarf and hat, Y/n collapsed on the sofa and wrapped herself in a blanket "... I wish... To not exist for a little while"

a pang of worry and sadness hits him, and he quickly walks over to her side, sitting down next to her on the sofa “Hey..don't say that.” His voice is softer and more concerned now, He can see the sadness in her eyes and his heart breaks a little at the sight. He gently places a comforting hand on her shoulder “You don't really mean that, do you?” He asks, his voice quiet and serious

she shrugged

He looks at her with a mixture of worry and annoyance. He can tell that she’s not doing well emotionally, but the shrug only serves to anger him more “Don't shrug at me like that. Of course, you don't really mean it, right?” He asks again, his tone more demanding now, He can feel himself getting a little worked up, not wanting to accept that she could seriously consider not existing anymore. He looks at her closely, waiting for hger response with a mixture of worry, anger, and frustration, He sees that she still hasn't answered him. The silence only increased his anxiety and frustration “Please say something for God's sake!” He practically snaps at her, unable to tolerate the silence any longer

"I don't know Paul..."

He lets out a huff of frustration at her answer. He can't tell if she’s serious or not, and it's starting to make him go insane, “What do you mean you don't know?” He asks, his voice stern but edged with worry “Do you really feel like you want to stop existing?”

"a little bit"

His eyes widen in shock at her answer, and he can feel his heart drop into his stomach. He never thought he would be having this conversation with her , and it's scaring the hell out of him “A little bit?” He says incredulously, his voice slightly panicked “You can't say that, for god's sake!” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to keep himself under control, but the idea that she could even consider such a thing terrifies him “Why would you say that? Do you have any idea how scared you're making me right now? Can't you tell how worried I am?” He says, his tone both demanding and pleading at the same time, He looks at her with a mixture of fear and desperation, begging her to understand how upset this is making him

“You can't just say stuff like that. You can't just talk about not existing like it's nothing! Do you even care how much it would destroy me if something happened to you?!”

"well... I'm sorry Paul I just... Don't know what else to say"

“No...don't apologize. I'm just... I'm just scared, okay?” He says quietly, gently placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze

she nodded sadly

He looks at her, seeing the sadness in your expression and hating himself for getting so angry at her “I'm sorry for snapping at you before. I just...I can't bear the thought of losing you. You mean too much to me.” He says quietly, his voice more gentle than before

"umm... Who else would you throw snow at?"

He lets out a small, sad chuckle. “True, I wouldn't have anyone else to throw snowballs at if you were gone. And it would be a real shame to lose my favorite target.” He says with a hint of a smile, trying to lift your spirits a little

she nodded still bundling herself up

He watches her bundle yourself up in the blanket, her small form almost completely disappear under the thick fabric “You look like a sushi roll there. A very sad sushi roll.” He says with a small, teasing smile

"it's cold."

He can't help but chuckle slightly at your comment “Of course it's cold, it's winter outside”. He says with a smirk “But that doesn't mean you have to hide under a blanket. Come on, stop sulking.”

"the heating doesn't work."

He frowns slightly at her words. “Of course the heating decide to break down today, when you are already having the shittiest day ever” he sighed, “So, I guess it's just you and me, freezing our asses off together. Lucky us.”

"bury me in the snow... Leave me like a frozen sushi roll"

He shakes his head at your melodramatic comment, “No, no. No frozen sushi,

Come on,” he pulled the blanket too hard and ended up pulling her off the sofa and onto the metal legs of the coffee table, the glass tabletop of which shatters as she hits it sending tiny bits of safety glass everywhere “Oh crap! Are you okay?!” He drops down to kneel beside her, his eyes wide with worry and shock

"this is why I just wanted to lay. I'm having a very bad unlucky day"

He shakes his head in disbelief, trying to process what just happened. He looks at the shattered glass on the floor and back at Y/n, lying there, unharmed but still clearly exhausted and frustrated with your day. “I can see that. Looks like the universe is really not on your side today, huh?”

she sighed sitting up and going to fetch the broom

“Hey, hold on a second. You're not sweeping up broken glass like that. You might cut yourself.” He stands up and fecthes the broom, giving her a stern look, “Just sit down on the sofa and relax. I'll clean this mess up. However as he takes the broom it immediately breaks into handle and brush, He stares down at the broken broom handle in disbelief, feeling utterly baffled. It's like everything has decided to go wrong today “What the hell? Even the broom decides to break? This is getting ridiculous now.” He sighs in frustration and throws the broken pieces of the broom on the floor “Alright, new plan. You stay on the sofa and do not move. I'll clean up the mess myself. Just sit there and relax. Got it?”

she nodded and sat on the sofa wrapping herself up like a sad little sushi roll once more

He watches her sit on the sofa looking like a little sad sushi roll, and he can't help but chuckle slightly. “Despite your depressing mood, you still manage to look cute and adorable.

You look really cute like that, you know? All bundled up in a blanket like a sad little sushi roll.” He says, his tone playful but filled with warmth and affection

she nodded "I don't wanna move in case more bad things happen"

He chuckles softly, knowing that you're only half-joking. “Wise decision. Given how things have been going today, it's better to play it safe. We don't need any more accidents happening.” He says, glancing at the broken coffee table and the mess on the floor, He can't help but feel a pang of protectiveness as he sees her sitting there looking like a small, sad sushi toll. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and shield her from any further bad luck.

once the glass is cleaned up Y/n speaks up "Paul? Can I have a tea? Perhaps a biscuit?"

His frown turns into a soft smile at her request. It seems like such a simple thing to ask for, but given how many things have gone wrong today, it's a welcome change from the chaos.

“Of course, love. I'll make you some tea. And I think we still have some biscuits left in the pantry.” He says, standing up from where he was cleaning, He walks over to the kitchen and starts boiling some water for the tea. As he waits for the water to boil, he rummages through the pantry, searching for the biscuit tin. He finds them on the top shelf and grabs it, making a mental note to buy more, since he's running out. Once the water is boiled and the tea is made, he returns to the living room, carrying a mug of hot tea and the biscuit tin in hand.

“Here you go. One hot tea and some biscuits. Enjoy.” He says, handing the items over to her and taking a seat beside her on the sofa.

"thank you" she said taking her tea but she only managed four sips before the handle broke, she managed to catch it before the mug hit the floor however that just sent the boiling hot tea all over her

His eyes widen in horror as he watches the handle of the mug snap and the hot tea spills all over her . He jumps up from the sofa, his heart racing with panic, “Oh my god. Why does this keep happening? Are you alright?” He asks anxiously, his voice laced with concern

she whined "all I wanted was tea..."

He feels a pang of guilt as he sees her whining. He knows it's not her fault this happened, but he still feels bad for not being able to protect her from the mishaps. “I'm so sorry, love. It seems like even the tea couldn't resist your bad luck today.” He says, trying to lighten the mood with a subtle tease.

"I like this mug too..." She sighed

He looks at the broken mug in her hand with a sympathetic expression. “Yeah, it's a nice mug. But don't worry too much about it. We can always get a new one.” He says, trying to console her

she nodded setting the mug down and drying herself off from the tea, sadly she makes herself a sad sushi roll once more

He watches as her dry herself off and roll herself up in a blanket again. Despite the situation, he can't help but find it slightly cute how small and bunched up she looks. He feels a mixture of sympathy and affection for her, “You really do look like a little sad sushi roll when you're bundled up like that, you know? Maybe we should just call you sushi roll from now on.”

"maybe" she sighed bringing her hand to take a biscuit

“Well, if you're gonna be a sushi roll, then I guess that makes me the seaweed.” He says jokingly, trying to lift her spirits up a bit.

"more like the wasabi."

He laughs at the comment, not expecting the unexpected joke. “Oh, so now I'm the spicy wasabi, huh? Well, at least that means I'll bring some flavour to this sad sushi roll.” He says with a playful smirk.

she takes a bite of her biscuit but her face turns glum once more "oh..."

His smile fades as soon as he sees the look of disappointment on her face again “What's wrong? Please don't tell me the biscuit is broken too.” He says, half-teasing and half-worried.

"mouldy" she says showing the small mould forming on the biscuit as she spits the bit she ate

He grimaces as he sees the small patch of mold on the biscuit. “Jesus Christ. Everything really is against you today, isn't it? Even the damn cookies are turning on you.” He says, his tone a mixture of frustration and sympathy.

"all I wanted was tea, and one small chocolate biscuit" she whines laying her head on his shoulder wrapped up like a sushi roll

He wraps an arm around her, his heart twisting at her whiny voice. He can tell she’s feeling really fed up with everything that's happened today. Even he is starting to feel frustrated on her behalf. “I know, love. You just wanted a simple moment of comfort with some tea and a biscuit. But sometimes, the universe seems determined to ruin even the smallest things.” He says, gently rubbing her shoulder

"Can I have a cuddle? Or will you squeeze me to death too?"

He smiles tenderly at the comment. Despite her gloomy mood, she can still manage to make him laugh with her cute sense of humor.

“Of course you can have a cuddle, you silly sushi roll. I promise not to squeeze you to death, although it might be tempting with how cute you look right now.” He teases, gently pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her. “No matter your bad luck, you know I still love you little sushi roll,”

“I love you too,” she nodded,

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scarredsands · 4 months ago

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Registeel sits quietly near Saya as she tends to a few of her plants. She'd already watered those that were more intensive as far as their needs went, and now she worked with careful precision to prune a few that were overgrown. The painted terracotta pots her plants rest in added a splash of color to her room.

Her eyes would lift to the desert landscape outside of the windows, watching a distant sandstorm rolling slowly along the horizon. The sky was otherwise clear and blue save for tall thunderheads dozens of miles away - a series of storms that likely wouldn't make it into the lower deserts. They never really did in this heat, unless the atmosphere was just right.

Saya would set her shears down for a moment, lips set in a thin line. Soon, she'd turn back towards Regis. He sat still, previously watching her deft hands at work.

"Regis," she'd finally say, looking up at the large golem, "tell me 'bout yer home."

There was a quiet, pensive whir that left him. If Saya didn't know any better, she'd say there were literal gears turning within - but she knew by now that he was totally hollow, somehow. A series of short and long beeps left him, the red dots on his face lighting up independently of one another in time with the beeps.

'My home... My home is beautiful. Lush grasses and trees surround my tomb. Puddles of water that reflect all above them, like miniature pockets of the sky dipped into the earth - it never ceased raining enough for them to dissipate. Hoenn is... diverse in its landscape. My sibling rests in a tomb along a route that is not unlike Orre's deserts.' Regis would pause for a long while.

Saya moved to sit on the floor across from them now, folding her legs underneath herself. "M'ancestor's from Hoenn, actually. Always been curious 'bout it." She says, breaking the silence between them.

'It is a desirable region to visit for most. I... have not been there in many years. There are some days where I find it almost difficult to recall some of the landscapes there.' Though it was impossible to discern tone through beeps and flashes of light, there was a heavy sense of sadness that burrowed into Saya's heart. Almost as if she could feel his shift in mood in her veins.

"Shit, Regis... Sorry. Didn't mean t'bring up any bad memories fer ya." But in a way, it felt all too familiar. Saya was the same way with The Under, before it had been restored and brought back to life. There was a time where she had forgotten aspects of her own home, torn away too quickly before she could commit it all to memory.

The Registeel didn't say anything for a moment, resting his arms upon his legs - like one would when they sat hunched over. 'Please, do not apologize. If I was not comfortable speaking of this, I would not have. I am sure you understand that, Saya.' They pause again, a low, painful sounding whir leaving them that she felt in her very soul.

'I was taken from my home, a long time ago. Not of my own choice, but by force.'

Something in Saya's stomach twist uncomfortably. She opt to not speak, as the look on her face and in her eyes likely said it all. Instead, she waited for Regis to continue.

'Long ago... many, many thousands of years, I was taken from my tomb. I was taken from the land of Hoenn, far away from my home, and from my siblings. I was taken for my metals - humans wished to utilize it for their inventions and technology... they wished to study me. To find out if they could use me.' A noise akin to a shudder left the steely golem.

'They tried anything and everything to harvest it. Crude tools of weaker metals would snap against my steel. They tried to melt me down, but no fire burned hot enough to do so. There was such a desperation for my steel. Nothing could scratch it. Nothing could even dent it. It stumped them. It made them angry. At the time, the metals humanity begun to use were nothing compared to myself. They assumed they could take from me to spearhead their own advancements.'

Saya could feel her skin crawling. She hugged herself, raking her nails down her arms. "God, Regis, I... 'm so sorry ya had t'endure all that, I- what happened? Why- why did y'let 'em torture ya like that?"

For a long while, he sat silently, before a quiet series of beeps left them. 'I thought it better that I was in that situation than any of my siblings. We are all beings shrouded in great power and mystery. Even to this day, many do not know or understand how we all function. They do not understand what we are made of; they do not understand how we live and walk this earth. I thought my sacrifice would ease any curious eyes that rest upon them.'

A noble sacrifice, from a noble creation. Registeel had millions of years of history wrapped up within them that Saya couldn't even begin to fathom. She had tried before, and each time it made her head spin. A timeless, immortal being, where her own lifespan and time upon this earth was laughable at best.

She swallowed hard, turning her gaze away from him now. "If y'were taken from yer home... n' now yer awake n' all that... why don'tcha go back? I don't want t'make ya feel like 'm forcin' ya t'stay here. I didn't even know what ya were when y'woke up n' rose from th'sands. I just- I don't understand why I was able t'do that in th'first place. I've been past that same spot ten million times on m'bike- why then? Why now?"

The discovery of Registeel on her night out with Magdalena had come not long after Saya's resolve to become a steel specialist, but surely that was too much of a coincidence. Why her? She was just a bastard child, a ruffian nobody from a place that had ceased to exist up until a year ago. Sure, her skill as a trainer was undeniable, but other than that...

Saya looked back up at Regis as he moved a large hand down towards her. 'If I wanted to return home, I would have done so the second I woke up. You understand, Saya. From the tales you told me, you would give everything for yours. I still do not understand what made me awaken in that moment. I had been buried in those sands far longer than this region has even existed, dumped and left to the elements when I could not give my captors what they wanted. They hid me away in this desolate land, fearing that a day would come where someone would succeed where they failed. But... I believe everything happens for a reason.'

She lifts her arm, placing her hand over one of their fingers. There was a new understanding between them now, a new bridge built where there was previously a gap. Though Regis' tale was horribly sad, and one that mirrored her own in some aspects, a part of her felt much more enlightened than before.

"Damn right. 'M gramps used t'say th'same thing all th'time, n' I really believe it." Everything happens for a reason. Just what did the wheel of fate have in store for her, and for Regis? For what reason where they brought together? It seemed as though only time would tell.

Saya stands back up, taking up her shears and going back to pruning her plants. As she snips overgrown stems and trims off dead leaves, she smiles to herself.

"Thanks, Regis."

#🌵 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 / drabble.#🌵 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒅 / ic.#🌵 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒔 / registeel.#shoutout to that one dex entry thanks for the endless food!#my sweet baby boy regis ;-;

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dienamights · 4 years ago

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Ex’s and O’s | K.Bakugou

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 6.7K

» Genre: hurt/comfort, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

» Summary: Its bad enough that you’re spending your ex-boyfriend’s birthday curled up in bed, wearing his merch, drinking away your sorrows, but what’s even worse is having your eardrums pierced by the blaring music upstairs at the party thrown just for him.

» Warning(s): Smut 18+ MDNI please, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol, dubcon since reader is under the influence while getting dicked down, drunk sex, oral sex and fingering (female receiving, we getting fed tonight), one pussy slap lol, manipulation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

» Author’s notes: Hello! aaaah I’m actually pretty excited about posting this fic! First of all, its Bakuhoe’s birthday! and what better way to honor it than to feed you all some good ol angst sprinkled in with some good dickin’ down. Its been years since I’ve written smut and I’m actually really fuckin proud of it, yet real nervous but I hope you enjoy! Secondly, this fic is a part of Bakugous Birthday Bash! I’m so excited to read everyone’s work, thank you everyone for holding this event and allowing my ass participate to create this with you all ♡ be sure to read everyone’s contributions, I know it’ll be more than amazing since everyone worked so hard!

Happy Birthday to our favorite King Explosion Murder♡♡

Lastly, I wanna thank everyone for their support and helping me reach 200 followers already! You guys are the cutest thing ever and I promise I’ll update more frequent the minute I’m out of uni late june fml, thank you @tteokdoroki for giggling with me when i wrote cock for the first time lol

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Rolling out of bed and flailing onto the floor as a start of your day ensures you that the following 24 hours will ultimately suck ass. Getting up and readying yourself for the day by looking through one of your cardboard boxes for your favorite Dynamight hoodie, the back of your mind keeps nagging you, trying to remind you of something buried deep in your subconsciousness, and you have half a heart to try and remember, because for some odd reason, you feel so fucking weary, as if the few steps from your bed to your bathroom are somehow now endless miles, almost making you breathe out in relief after finally reaching it.

And as you are making your coffee, that odd feeling keeps annoying you again, prodding at your brain to remember something, something. And ultimately, that's when your eyes fall to the counter. You knew this day was coming and you were dreading it for months, so as you look at the calendar on your kitchen counter, you frown, the quote of the day you always love reading so much long forgotten when your eyes fall on the date.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin' me.” You mumble at the calendar on your counter hatefully with furrowed eyebrows, as if it would either reply or change its date, it doesn’t do either, and your lips curl downwards even further. As in immediate response, you pick up your phone, your coffee pot tossed aside as you dial the number of the only person you could think might help you right now.

“G’morning y/n -” you hear Kendo’s voice through your phone, and you honestly want to sob right then and there, but you hold yourself, barely and speak over her overly cheery voice first thing in the goddamn morning. “It's Kats- Bakugou’s birthday” you whimper at the slip up, being so used to the first name basis you were in with your now ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah, was kinda hoping you would’ve forgotten.” She sighs, tugging at her bangs and pulling back her phone to check the time. “Tell you what, I get off work in an hour, then I’m spending the day with you. I’ll get tequila, I know you love your shots.”

“Ken, it's like 10 right now..” you can’t help but pout, having alcohol in your system as an escape to help you forget about the entire day still sounding better than the urge to cry and crawl into a hole, even if it's at the start of your day. “Y'know what? Get those gummy worms I like too.” “Bet.” you hang up with a sigh, moving back to the kitchen to sift through your bubble wrapped kitchen utensils, barely forcing yourself to prepare breakfast as to not have your liquor on an empty stomach.

You loathe the fact that you remembered his birthday, always reminded of him no matter how long ago since you’ve last seen him, being the center of the media’s attention for years as the number 6 hero in japan has its perks, well, in his case, but to you? Nothing but trouble and heartache as every channel you flip through plasters his face, whether it be about some big rescue mission he partook in or a new rumor about a potential lover to the explosive hero, followed by him almost attacking a reporter, yelling to them about ‘needing to mind yer goddamn business and keep my fuckin’ name outta your mouths’. Therefore, you opted long ago to stay away from the TV to avoid seeing him, his captivating rubies for eyes, covered by that goddamn mask you like to push up to his forehead, sweeping his bangs away and exposing his sweaty forehead that he bumps against yours as he makes love to you, still in his hero costume, all battered and dusty and so incredibly hot you have to-

You grip your coffee mug tighter, almost to the point of breaking the handle off of it, placing it rather roughly onto the table before pushing your food away, appetite gone with the thought of whatever paradise you were thinking you were in before now long gone and never coming back, all because of you, of your action, of your mistake.

Kendo walks in with a bright smile on her face, as if her overly cheerful attitude will balance out the void you’re slowly but surely falling in. She shakes the bag of snacks in your face as you blink your eyes back into focus. Dragging your heavy feet across the floor to get to your kitchen to retrieve the shot glasses. Only kissing her cheek in thanks when you snatch away whatever it is she brought with her to lift your mood.

She eyes the boxes by your kitchen, the four placed haphazardly in your living room and the one you're using as a stool while filling your shot glasses, tongue sticking out to try and fill each one to the brim without spilling any on the new coffee table that she failed to notice before is still wrapped in bubble wrap that prevent any damage during the moving process.

“y/n…” you hum in response, a frown falling on your lips as the third glass spills a bit and the liquid pools on the plastic.

“Don't you think that you should’ve probably unpacked a while ago? Hasn't it been, what, five months?”

“I didn't know you were gonna come here to harass me about my life choices, Kendo”

She flinches away, your tone venomous, almost feeling it as a slap to her face, before leaning in when she sees your eyes start to water.

“If I did, that just means it's true… that just means it happened, and I did the stupidest thing- you know what,” you wipe the few tears that managed to escape away with the sleeve of your sweater, looking down at the shots in front of you. “It, it doesn't matter anymore just- can I just drink and try to forget about how my life has gotten nothing but fucking worse since the day I left him?”

You questioned your worth that one time, that one time all those months ago. Thinking that by doing what you did and leaving, he’d drop everything and run behind you, chase after you and win you back, but he didn't, and as you sit surrounded by the evidence of how much of a failure you find out you are without him, you regret ever questioning it, ever questioning him. Because to you, living in denial was so much better than whatever hell this is.

So all you could think of is to just drown yourself in alcohol until your mind is too numb to think of the possibilities of how you could have avoided this, how you could’ve been a less of shitty person, and stop imagining how your life would be now if you just swallowed all your insecurities and just stayed. Despite the neglect, despite not being prioritized, because in some weird twisted way, those lies held you with warmth that you were never able to find after uncovering the ugly truth you’re living in right now.

You lay on your living room floor, the alcohol swirling in your system and clouding your vision as you trace imaginary shapes in your ceiling, the voice of Kendo muffled as she rambles on and on about her day, the amount of outlaws she bitch slapped - a term she uses to get a laugh from you - and how she considers herself the unluckiest being in the whole world for having Monoma as a partner of all people, seriously contemplating who she should beat up first between him and the villains.

“Must be nice,” you voice, low and slow, scared of how Kendo would react to what you’re about to say, yet your intoxicated self unable to stop your mouth from uttering the words. “To have a purpose in life, to not be quirkless and lost like us.” your face twists in an ugly scowl at your ceiling, but mostly to yourself for putting a downer on whatever mood your friend is trying so hard to build, proven by the hitch of her breath before she enters your peripheral vision when she leans over you, all upside down and pouty.

“What’re you talki-” the shrill ringtone of her phone breaks you away from each other as she leaps to fetch it and silence the god forsaken thing by answering the call. “Battle Fist here, yes sir, I was partnered up with Phantom Thief for the patrol at area B, n-no sir I wasn’t informed.” Kendo breaths out in irritation, pinching the bridge of her nose as she starts tapping her feet aggressively on the floor, eyes falling onto yours when you look up at her all weary and sad, knowing what she would tell you once she hangs up. “That dumbass is gonna be the end of me I swear.” She crouches down to your level and kisses your forehead, promising to be back in the morning with hangover food, before she leaves and locks the door behind her.

Now you’re left all alone, back aching from laying on the hardwood floor and eyes watering as you feel your loneliness eating you up inside, the god awful music thumbing loudly in your ears followed by the cheer of people as you-

Music?

You sit up abruptly, groaning at the dizziness of the swift movement as your hands fly to cover your ears, a failed attempt of ensuring your brain doesn’t begin to spill out from them, because of the loud voices, the bass shaking your entire fucking apartment by how strong it is, and you curse yourself for falling for the scheme the landlord pulled you in, paying half of the rent everyone did, just because you lived right below the penthouse that hosted the loudest parties in the area, 4 days out of the fucking week.

The money hungry shameless bastard praised the apartment the minute it spiked your interest all those months ago, selling it so well you actually moved in the next week, anything to stop feeling like a burden to Kendo as you couch-surfed her apartment. Only to realize within that first week from your downstairs neighbors that he rents the penthouse to host parties of all sorts, and due to its location in the city, it was pretty popular, yet you didn’t have the money to move out again, nor the heart to concern your friend with your problems, as she was a hero with other responsibilities aside from taking care of your hopeless self.

So you get up, barely gathering yourself onto that elevator to tell off whoever the fuck will answer the door first to turn the music down. You pound the door with your fist repeatedly the minute you reach it, the door opening so suddenly you almost punch the man standing in front of you in the chest, the cool air created from the door cooling your warm cheeks as you squint at your victim for the day.

“Welcome!”

“Listen here, you buttfaced moron” you start to chew the person’s ear out, your sight blurring yet still able to notice how bright his hair is, how fiery and familiar it looks, and you’re certain you’ve seen it somewhere before. “I’m trying to drink away my regrettable life choices and cry over my ex-boyfriend, so if you would just turn down the-”

“y/n?” oh, that’s where. Your stomach drops as Kirishima looks down on you, the bright smile he flashed to whoever he was welcoming now dropped with his eyes almost bulging out at your presence, you both stand in silence, the boy unbuttoning the collar that suddenly feels like it has a chokehold on him while you cross your arms and hope the floor would swallow you a floor down back into the comfort of your home.

Kirishima basically is shutting down the second his eyes lay on you, breaking a sweat as your eyes never waver, despite how you fail to stay standing straight, what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey we’re throwing a birthday party for your ex-boyfriend because he's been feeling depressed from the day you dumped his ass’ ? No! He wouldn’t do that to his friend, but what was he gonna say now?

Well, he didn’t have to really think about what to say to you, because his other friend didn’t hesitate to push him forward, slurring something along the lines of ‘lettin the hot ladies in so they can take a look at the prettier blond, aka moi’. In his moment of panic, the redhead stumbles forward, his cup slipping from the tips of his fingers and meeting its doom by the floor, whatever was filling it now staining your pants as you both look at the mess between you.

“Woah bro, we said you gotta get’er wet but not- '' Denki's cackle stops him from continuing whatever filth he was gonna spew out - thankfully - before his eyes drop down to your chest, or more like what was covering it. “Hey! You a Dynamight fan? Hey Bakuhoe, comere for a sec.”

Dear God, move, for the love of all that's pure in this god forsaken world, move! Run!

All you could do is shake and breathe in short segments as your widened eyes meet his unamused ones, the garnets in his eyes glistening at your sight, he stands straight and so tall, suited up in his usual attire. Dressed for the occasion, words aren't able to describe his beauty. You try not to let your brain be dazzled by how incredibly handsome he looks. He is wearing a dress shirt, in the deep color of wine that complements his eyes, dress pants hugging his long legs, not to mention the open collar, and no tie. He looks like a long, lean Lothario.

At that your eyes drop down to the floor, specifically the now stained carpet, your hands wrenching the end of your hoodie to distract yourself from the piercing rubies that haunts your dreams.

You build up some courage, enough of it to lift your head to continue what you came here to do, so you open your mouth, and drop a few IQs while you’re at it. “The m-music is loud and m’tryin’ to sleep,'' you mumble, noting how Kirishima leans down to make up the words you are saying over the sound of the blaring music while Bakugou narrows his eyes at you as if disregarding his sight will make him hear you better. “So, if you could turn down the heat, that’d be,”

“You squiffed?” The blond grunts, leaning his face close to yours to inspect it, and he catches a whiff of alcohol in your breath, his eyebrows furrowing at your response. “No I'm not squinting-”

“Yeah you’re drunk alright,” he huffs at your less than intelligent reply, pushing his glass of whiskey - you figure since it's always been his drink of choice - against Kirishima’s chest, telling him to lower the fucking volume and grabs you by your bicep. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” you stumble at the force used against you, no matter how weak it actually is, before you barely straighten yourself to push his hand away. “I can walk down all by myself, thank you.” Of course you’d expose where you live, you dumbass.

He doesn’t question your integrity, just continues to basically drag you to the elevator before pushing your apartment door open when you choose your floor, irked to find your misplaced trust in the people of the complex by not locking your door after leaving. He barges into your bedroom and tells you to change out of your fucked up pants and proceeds to saunter to your kitchen to get you water, eyeing the boxes that he comes across during that small trip.

He stands awkwardly by the door when he sees you standing in the middle of the bedroom, sifting through countless moving boxes with your pants on the floor, thrown next to a pile of clothes that he can only assume that its supposed to be your laundry ‘basket’, until you opt against wearing any since you can't seem to find anything to replace them. And when he asks you if you just moved in, his expression sours when you shake your head no and explain to him that you’ve been living for months in this space, after chugging that cup of water like you’ve been parched for days.

“Birthday party?” You ask out of the blue as you play with the strings of your hoodie, your ears perking up at the confirmation hum you receive. “Hmm, thas’cool… I-I guess.”

Bakugou’s impassive as he gently pushes you onto your bed, eyes meeting yours as he covers you up with your blanket. “Get some rest, I’m leaving.” He said, slowly stalking away from you and barely reaching your door as your big mouth talks on its own. Your body sitting up and facing his retreating back.

“That's what you always do, you always leave”, you utter and you see him stiffen his shoulders before he spins to face you, so fast you almost want to check up on him about getting a whiplash.

“Hah?” it's one syllable, but it shakes your very core, that one sound making you almost shake, overwhelmed by the amount of emotions, the amount of pain that one sound has. He steps closer to your bed, the stomps of his feet sounding like gun shots in your ear, and you pathetically lift up the blanket to cover yourself up, cowering behind it like it's some pseudo shield that might protect you from him.

“I’m the one that leaves?” he growls at you, his eyes sizing you up when you react to his forceful approach, leaning back to look down on you, but his lips are still curled in a frown, he tries to hold himself from blowing up at you, his feelings oddly enough still raw in his chest the moment he lay eyes on you the first time since you left, threw him away and walked away, probably finding someone better, probably finding someone who you tolerated, unlike himself, but when he sees you straighten up your back to rebuttal him, an automatic response to whenever he raised his voice at you from all those years ago, he knows he is in for a fight.

He snarls when you nod at him, your eyes hard and glaring up at him, not knowing that your silence is by your better judgement since you don't trust your voice, knowing it’ll fail you, probably crack and show him how much he actually is affecting you by his closed off posture and demeaning look down at your frame.

“Real fuckin’ rich of ya, y/n.” He snaps back, his hands brought up to his hair, tugging at it. “As if you didn’t pack your shit,” he kicks at yet another cardboard box fucking spewed in your room, noting its heavy weight when it didn't move but an inch by his action. “Dropped your keys by the fuckin’ door,” as an emphasis, he throws your apartment key at you, making sure it doesn’t actually hit you, but falls onto your lap. “And left. Without a single fuckin’ word, like I'm some lowlife who didn't deserve an explanation, like I didn't deserve anything! And-” that hurt, goddamn it.

Exhaling deeply, he focuses on how your eyes look a little less glossed over, a little more sober, but holding fear, and he almost steps back and out when he looks at how you’re fighting tears, almost wanting to bust his own kneecaps than to see you like this, always wanting nothing for you but to be happy, to never upset about anything no matter how small it might be.

Then why did you leave him? Left him to drown by his lonesome self, waves of his insecurities and sorrow crashing into him, pulling him even further down to his inevitable doom.

Despite the fact that you both yearn for each other, long to feel one another, engulf yourselves in the others presence. You both stand your ground, eyes glaring despite the emotions hidden behind them, mouths shut and curled into ugly scowls regardless of the words you wish to speak to each other, whispers of promises into each other's ears about being together forever, in spite of not knowing what the future holds.

Bakugou breathes out again, recalling all those months worth of coping mechanisms to exercise when placed in anger inducing situations like this one, the time in therapy spent to better himself, to control himself, to be the best version of himself, for you, hoping that one day you’ll pity him enough to want to come back, knowing full well he would never hold a grudge against you and welcome you back with open arms, intending to never repeat whatever it is he did that made you think of him as so unbearable you couldn't spent another day with him.

You on the other hand, are barely holding in the tears, wanting him to just leave your sight, so you can go back to the world of denial where he didn't look like straight out of a magazine, looking as captivating as always, as if your absence did not have an effect on the hero, of course it wouldn't, why would a quirkless extra have an effect on the great Katsuki Bakugou, that's what he used to call them, right?

“Just leave, Bakugou-” his ears pick up the way your voice breaks at his name, the way you utter it sounds so horrendous, because you aren’t meant to call him Bakugou, you’re meant to call him Katsuki, Katsu, Suki, your Suki. Not- “I hate you.”

The room suddenly spirals. The floor panels misalign themselves into zigzags. Bakugo’s eyes shatter like a glass window. He tries to hold himself against the tears that threaten to fall, stomach wrenching as if reaching from inside of his body, but it’s useless. He brings his hand up close to his chest and sinks his head, letting the words overtake him.

Oblivious to his internal struggle, you pile whatever courage you have left in another attempt to ask him to leave, aware that your body wouldn’t aid you in pushing him away physically, you open your mouth, only to gasp after a moment of silence when he pounces on you and grabs you by the neck, sliding a hand behind your head and leaning your face impossibly closer to his “you fuckin’ hate me? show me you hate me then,”

Then he's pressing his lips against yours, your half foggy mind all too surprised by the flow of motion you can only try to keep up with his feverish kisses, you try to pull away, to push him away, to no avail, Bakugou only stopping his assault on your lips to growl at them again “Show me then, hah?”

But he wouldn't even let you, his grasp on your neck loosening to circle around your back to push you to him even more. His kisses get more and more aggressive, trying his best to show you how much he was hurt by what you said, by what you did, after all this time, almost begging you to not let him have to voice out whatever he’s feeling because he would do so much of a worse job than he is doing now.

The hands you placed on his chest in a failed attempt to push him away are now just placed over his pecs, welcoming their warmth and the way they flex under your touch, your right hand clenching over where his thumping heart is, and he almost sighs in relief, the movement feeling like it holds together all the broken pieces of his heart to make it whole again.

Almost like that gesture calmed him down, Bakugou’s rough touches start to soften, very caring as they glide to your hips before sliding underneath your - oh my God it's your special edition Dynamight hoodie! His amused chuckle tickles your lips as he pulls away when he feels you stiffen at the realization, barely letting you breathe in ease until he places his lips against your ear. “Love how m’still the only one sprawled over yer tits.”

“But I still want the real thing, lemme see ‘em, hm?” And just before throwing a dumb retort and embarrasing yourself even further, the article is tugged eagerly off of your body and thrown haphazardly on the floor. Earning yourself a low whistle when he realises you’re wearing nothing underneath. Bakugou all but shoves you onto the bed, spreading your legs when you try to rub them against each other for any friction, wedging his body neatly between them as his teeth gently bite your soft buds, pulling them slightly before captivating the nipple entirely.

His tongue flicks against your hardening nipple while keeping a watchful eye at the sinful expressions your face makes, his one hand toying with and twisting the other nipple while the other slides down to tease your needy cunt, pressing his fingers against your -fucking soaked- panties, swearing under his breath at the feeling of your walls trying to clench around his fingers just from that one movement. Sitting on his haunches, he lifts your hips with ease to pull your panties right off, eyes travelling between your heaving chest and your exposed pussy. Before lowering himself and finding comfort in biting and sucking your nipples again.

Bakugou’s smirk grows with your moans as his tongue dances over your sensitive nipples, he presses his finger against your walls, and you immediately keen at the prodding feeling that almost feels foreign after all this time apart. His thumb pushing your pussy lip to the side to see you suck his finger in like the good girl he knew you always were.

“Ba-ba-ba,” you struggle to talk, your drool collecting at your lips, stopping you from forming any words as you feel a breeze hit your spit covered tits, whining at the feeling and wanting him to pull your nipples in the warm cavern of his mouth again. Bakugou’s eyes focus on the spit line connecting his bottom lip to your nipple before disconnecting it to smash his lips against yours in an effort to shut your blabbering up.

“Ba-ba, what? y’better not be callin’ me Bakugou with my fingers deep in yer pussy baby, its Katsuki for you, yeah?” he taunts with a fake pout that immediately turns into a grin at the way you hold your pathetic sobs, pressing another finger in your tight cunt, reveling in the wet sounds your pussy makes as he thrusts his fingers in and out of it, soaking his fingers in your slick as he curls them, eager to hear the squelching sounds it would make when his cock is shoved deep inside you. “Or better yet, lemme hear you say Suki, hmm?”

“Suki- p-please, eat me out” you throw your head back and bring your hands down to play with your clit, showing him where you want his lips to be, as if the blond doesn't already know where it is, and he scoffs at the thought, slapping your hand away and giving another slap to your clit, earning a moan from you from the sharp pleasurable pain.

“Yea, yea I fuckin’ know already, needy slut,” he growls, keeping eye contact as he circles your clit with his tongue before sloppily eating out your cunt, making a mess of both drool and your arousal, mumbling “my needy slut.” to himself, and you do hear it, yet you brush it off with the thought that your lust must be messing with your brain.

Your chest still flutters at his words and your walls clench in on his fingers as he curls them again in a way you didn’t know would make you yelp like it did. He thrives off of how your body responses so easily to him, your back arching and the squelching getting louder as his fingers pick up speed, his tongue so skillful in drawing circles around your clit before sucking it again. A whine escapes you when he draws his head away from you, only for you to see the way his eyes darkens, his chin glistening from your arousal when it catches the light.

“Let go for me princess,” he whispers uncharacteristically, making you question if the glint in his eyes is from his desire for you or something else. “Lemme see you fall apart for me, alright?” the way he’s almost begging you to come undone for him takes you by surprise, and your body curls in on itself so fast, not realizing your orgasm was creeping up on you until it hits you. The knot in your stomach breaks as you gush around his fingers, white crossing your vision as he slows his pace to help you come down from your high.

Your shuddering body lays on your bed, eyes unwavering as they meet Katsuki’s, his fingers stuffed in his mouth as he moans around them at your taste. It's all a blur after seeing that unravel, and you’re so woozy that you don’t register him discarding his clothes until he lays above you. Placing himself between your legs as he pumps his cock, hardened from seeing you fall apart on his tongue and fingers, his tip leaking precum and burning a bright red.

His movement is almost too quick for you as he dips his head into your leaking hole before pulling right back, a breathless chuckle escaping him when you whine and roll your hips and try to suck him in again, wanting to feel the stretch of him inside of you.

“Didja wanna say somethin’ princess?” he taunts you, one of his hands holding you down by your stomach while the other is wrapped around his length, teasing you in the ways that he knows drive you crazy, he leans in, using the tip of his cock to spread your pussy lips open and running it along your slit to coat it with your arousal.

“Katshu, p-please I-” you hiccup, your fists tightening on your bed sheet as you try to rock your hips up get more than just his leaking tip, but your begging is always interrupted when he isn't hearing what he wants you to say.

“Say you love me.”

You freeze at his demand, your widening eyes looking up at him before you pout your lips, not thinking about surrendering to him, no matter how much you want your cunt stuffed full of him right now.

“I don’love yooou-” you gasp as katsuki’s grip onto your waist tightens and you feel as he gives a thrust into your sopping cunt, arching your back at the burning stretch of being filled up by his thick cock. Katsuki’s hand traces down your left thigh before cupping behind your knee, hiking your leg up and out, close to your chest to expose more of yourself to him, wanting nothing more than to see his dick seething in and out of your tight pretty pussy, and by almost muscle memory, you did the same thing with your right leg, replacing his hands with your own, presenting yourself to him.

“Y’see that? Fuckin’ know you like the back of m’hand, y’think someones gonna- ah, take the fucking time to work you like I did?” he's right, absolutely right, he ruined you for any other potential lovers and he loved it with every fiber in his being, knowing this means you’re always going to be wrapped around his finger. You moan as he pushes more of himself into you, bottoming out and holding one of your tits and squeezing when he feels your walls do the same to his cock.

You hate it, after all this time, you’re still a blubbering mess the second he was one fucking inch deep in your pussy, sucking him in and clawing at his back begging for more. No self respect, no dignity, you hate it, how come after all this time he gets to come here and fuck you like you belong to him, like you’ve belonged to him despite everything that has happened.

You only realize that your eyes are closed when Katsuki’s breath hits your face, and you open them wide, noting how wet your lashes have gotten from your tears, only for him to kiss at the tears gliding along your right temple and licking the ones on your left. He breathes out a chuckle and when he leans to look at your eyes, the humor and menace you expect to see in his eyes are nowhere to be found, clouded by a solemn look instead.

“What? Yer cryin on me now, huh? Y’think a few tears are stoppin’ me?” His voice is masked so well, because he sounds like he was simply enjoying a game, like an imp that had branched from a demon. “C’mon, not gonna tell the birthday boy you love’em?”

“I don't love you, I hate you, h-hate you-” you keen as drool pools at your lips, your body betraying you as it shakes from pleasure, letting go of your legs to wrap them around his slim waist, to bring him in closer, if that was even possible, stopping his deep thrusts that were brushing up against your cervix, it feels pathetic, denying him the pleasure of telling him you love him while clinging onto him like he's your last breath of fresh air, because in a way, you feel like he is, like him leaving would just collapse your lungs and stop your heart from beating, you know that he’s gonna leave you. While your spent body would lay on your bed and you'd cry because you didn't tell him you love him, yet you wouldn’t ask him to stay, knowing deep down that you don't deserve it, you don't deserve him.

You feel his weight on top of you as he rests his elbows by your head, his lips brushing against your ear as he repeats again with every shallow thrust into your warm insides, his cock twitching from time to time in your walls. “You love me.” he says it once, twice, thrice. Every time his voice lowers more and more to a broken whisper, almost a plea instead of the cocky taunt he started off with.

Your legs are starting to ache from the grip they have around him, so you loosen up, your mind easy since his thrusts haven’t been rough nor painful. And when you do, you notice two things immediately, first, your thighs are so soaked from how he's making you feel, probably ruining your bedsheet at this point, second, he pushed his chest away from yours to look you directly in the eyes, one hand molding around your thigh to keep it from wrapping around him again while the other is placed on your stomach, his thumb inching closer and closer to your clit, wanting to toy with it, toy with you, but not ready to give you any satisfaction until you admit to him, please just tell him, that you do still love him. All insecurities, all battle scars, all emotional constipation as layers he covers himself with, that no one gives a fuck to peel off, to see who he really was, except you.

His red eyes lock onto yours as your chest heaves with breathless sobs at the lost of his warmth, and when you think he's lowering himself back down, he pulls out suddenly, sending a shiver down your spine as you gasp, now feeling like you're frozen over, your tears coming from lack of both pleasure and warmth.

Suddenly your face is met with the pillow and you feel his hands on your hips as he lifts them up and off the bed, your half intoxicated, half aroused mind barely registering that you’ve been flipped over on your stomach until you feel his cock prodding at your cunt, easily sliding in like they’ve been made to be warmed up in there, when you know Katsuki would argue that your pussy was made just for him and to warm his dick.

He presses his chest against your back, pushing you onto the bed as he thrusts his hips roughly, pulling out fully before seething himself right back in, your moans and whimpers muffled by your pillow from being pushed down by his hand as his other holds your hips firmly.

Then what happened next probably shocked him more than you, despite how delirious you’ve become due to his relentless thrusting, his dripping tears feel cool on your bare warm shoulder, one by one as his groans and moans turn into strangled sobs, before Katsuki digs his teeth into that shoulder, to both hear you scream and to muffle his cries from you.

“because I love you” he sobs, detaching his teeth from their grip and kissing the bite marks before resting his forehead against it, but his thrusts never cease, getting sloppier, as if the confession is pushing him off the edge. Dragging the tip of his nose from your bitten and bleeding shoulder to the back of your ear, his own face flush and warm against you as he breathes harshly against your ear and kisses along it.

“So-” he moans again, the hand behind your neck now turning your face so he could see your fucked out expression, the tears streaming down your face and the drool that pools under your cheeks, with your tongue lolled out and your eyes barely focusing on his form.

“You better say you do too, becau-”

“I love you.” you gush, like saying it is a breath of fresh air, your eyes never leaving his teary ones, your gaze so intense and fixated on him with no regards to the way the snapping of his hips against yours is shaking your entire body against the bed.

With new found vigor from your confession, Katsuki grabs onto the meat of your ass, hammering into you from behind with force that pushes you against the bed even further, your pulled hair jerking your head back so he can listen to the lewd noises you are making, long forgotten the will to cover your pleasure and hiding your moans.

Your ass heavily slaps against his thighs as he grabs your hips with both hands and pounds into your sopping wet cunt, relishing in the way you’re begging for him. “Y’like it when I fuck you baby, hmm? Like it when I stuff you so fuckin’ full of me?” He growls, feeling you push your ass back every time you repeat ‘yes’ to his questions. “Yes, yes love it, love you, please please don’t stop, please ‘Suki. Yes, gonna cum ‘Suki please” you weep, your head pounding from the grip he had on your hair and your eyes crossing as you feel his thrusts stutter, getting sloppier when you bounce your ass against him, his hand coming down and slapping it.

“That's fuckin’ right, cum on this cock, c’mon baby” he brings four of his fingers to rub your clit with urgency, and you can’t help but arch your back as your orgasm hits you again, screeching as you feel your walls tightening on him, squeezing him for what he’s worth. “F-fuck ah, y-you’re so- Fuck” his heavy weight falls on you as he fills you to the brim with his milky seed, forehead pressed against your shoulder as he rocks his hips against you, pushing more of his load inside before slowly pulling out, gaze flutters down to where your bodies were once joined, seeing your mixed arousal seeping out of your hole and he has half a mind to push it back in with his fingers.

But he flips you over effortlessly, the sight of your crossed out eyes and wet cheeks squeezing his chest at the realization he might’ve been too rough on you, so he wipes your cheek with the palm of his hands and revels in the way you lean towards him, turning your face to kiss his palm. “Say it again.” barely a whisper, as you flip his hand and kiss the back of it as well, and he almost repeats himself, thinking you didn’t hear him, but your hands reach up and cup his face, bringing him towards you. “I love you Katsuki” and goddamn if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever spoken. “Again,” “I love you, Katsuki” “Again,” you giggle, and he knows that's probably what angels sound like.

Your thumb brushes over his warm cheeks, red from showing vulnerability, and you pull him even closer, “Happy birthday, ‘Suki.”

“Yea,” He breaths out, his lips barely brushing against your bitten and bruised ones. “It really fuckin’ is.”

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hwkhs · 4 years ago

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MSBY seeing their spouse & kid at a game

summary: the players have a big game coming up and you told them that you and your kid couldn’t make it because of (generic excuse), but little did he know you guys were just in the stands waiting for him to notice

characters: hinata shouyou, bokuto koutarou, miya atsumu, & sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

warnings: post-timeskip so spoilers!

style & genre: headcannons; fLUFF, JUST WHOLESOME, DOMESTIC FLUFF

notes: i saw other people doing this and i wanted to do a take of it too & i’ve told myself that all i’m going to publish without a request is self-indulgent i have no shame, enjoy!

Hinata Shouyou

you told him you had an important business meeting that day and your daughter had an impromptu ballet lesson a stretch but he believed it

he was understanding but you could tell that he was kinda bummed

it’s the day of the game and he’s warming up with his teammates when you and your daughter snag a seat towards the front row

it is just in his peripherals if he looks there but he is pretty focused since it’s a game against the adlers

your and your daughter are sporting his jersey and you can see the sparkles in her eyes as she watches her dad warm-up

wait till she sees him actually play it’s so cute

the game starts and hinata opens it up with a quick, set by atsumu

you and your daughter cheer loudly and hinata turns to smile at the crowd, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets when he sees you two

he is so ecstatic and now that he knows you’re both there he plays even better

after the game he runs up to the two of you and hugs you both tight, the smile on his face never faltering

when the interviewers come to ask him questions, he hoists his daughter to sit on his shoulders as he talks animatedly about the match while she plays with his hair

everyone watching thinks it’s adorable, this daddy-daughter duo

“i felt even more fired up! why? well, it’s because my spouse and daughter are here!”

Bokuto Koutarou

HE WAS SO SAD AWWW

like you physically felt your heart hurt when his hair flopped down

he was looking forward to seeing you and your guys’ son at the game so he could have a boost to his energy and confidence

the team notices the slight change in his mood but he told them before--he’s not the same ace he was in high school so he wouldn’t let it affect his playing too much

little did he know hehe

your son is bouncing excitedly in your lap as he waits to see his dad

he is normally pretty bad at keeping secrets so it was surprising he faked a sad expression when he had to tell his dad he had schoolwork to finish

it’s preschool and hw is nonexistent but bokuto doesn’t need to know that

right when bokuto exits the hall to be seen by the crowd, your soon immediately perks up

“Dad!!”

bokuto’s, i kid you not, his hair straightens up and his head whips over to you two

he can tell your voices from a mile away and a large smile spreads across his face

“hey hey hey!! you guys are here!”

he has a game to play so he doesn’t run over to you two as much as he wants to

he’s playing so well and when the opponents saw you they already knew they were done for power of family amirite haha

when the game ends, he’s scooping both of you up in his arms and pressing kisses onto your faces, telling you how happy he is that you guys actually made it

Miya Atsumu

a hit to his ego aHA

he wanted to show off his skillz to you and the twins but no

you and the kids went to visit your parents you told atsumu that you guys might not make the game because you’d be coming home late

you guys actually made it back in time for the game so you drove to the game venue

you saw osamu in the front and he waves you down, giving the twins onigiri which they take gratefully

“he was sulking when he got here”

“really?”

“yeah, what a baby”

“i know, right?”

in the distance, atsumu sneezes

you guys find a seat pretty close to the front and the twins at this point are excited

they actually liked watching their dad play on tv and never really saw him play up close

you’re son wasn’t much of a yeller but during the entire game he was cheering along with his sister who was cheering every time atsumu touched the ball

you think he didn’t see you three but when the game ends, he walks right past the interviewer right to you guys

“how’d i do?” he has that infamous smirk on his face and you roll your eyes as your kids cheer at his legs

“you were so cool, papa!”

“yeah! the ball was like fwoosh! and boom!”

his expression softens when he carries them both with ease in each arm and he leans to press a kiss to your lips

the remaining crowd is in love with the sight of him answering questions with two kids dangling off his arms

Sakusa Kiyoomi

he’s nonchalant on the outside but kinda sad on the inside when you tell him that you were feeling under the weather and wanted to stay home

you told him you and your son were going to watch the game online so you guys really wouldn’t be missing anything

he also doesn’t trust anyone else to bring his son because germs

you made sure to takes extra precautions so your son was dressed with a mask matching one his father usually wore

all three of you liked to stay clean, though you and your son weren’t as extreme as sakusa

the seats you guys got was far from the front because your son didn’t like to be near a lot of people, but he could still see his dad

you could feel him shift and yelp as he was in your lap every time sakusa spiked the ball

he’s a pretty quiet kid so this was a little surprising to you

he was cheering in his own way awww

you had sakusa’s pass so you and your son could go on the court and see him

he does the unexpected and practically jumps out of your arms, running to his dad

hinata and bokuto see him first and try to approach him, but one glare from sakusa has them backing off

he has a look of surprise on his face seeing you guys there but the smile on yours is enough to have him do it back

he wanted to change before holding your son but he was insistently tugging on his uniform until sakusa picked him up

your son wasn’t one with words, so he pulled down his mask and kissed his dad on the cheek before throwing his arms around his neck

“OMI-OMI THAT’S SO SOFT”

“shut the hell up” he covered your son’s ears dw

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years ago

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Hey:) can i request some Levi fluff after chapter 139?

Thanks!

AN: ahhhh I honestly love writing Levi post war

Summary: Levi's recovery is difficult, but you're with him every step of the way.

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: hospital, 139 SPOILERS, mentions of injuries, let me know if I missed anything!

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Levi had never imagined a life without a fight around each corner. From the moment he was born he had to claw and kick his way through his childhood. During his young adult life, he secured a name for himself, the fighting continued, but it wasn't as brutal. Or at least for him it wasn't. Then during his mid twenties and into his thirties he became a soldier. It was rather fitting, it was almost as if the universe kicked him back down those steps that he had been desperately dragging himself up, sending him spiraling back into that darkness.

But being a soldier wasn't all that bad. He met some great people, some with promising young minds, with appetites that were ravenous, some with rage that they could not seem to contain. He would never admit it to their face, well unless he was extremely drunk or on his death bed that is, but he cherished them all dearly.

So as he sat numbly in the hospital bed, miles and miles away from where he had started and feeling so very lonely. The kids came to visit of course, Gabi and Falco bringing sweets and new tins of tea. Armin dropping off newspapers, Connie and Jean coming to tell him new stories and remind him of the old. Even Mikasa came, he thought he enjoyed her visits the most, she would simply tidy his room and leave new flowers once a week. Some days she would sit at his bedside and just enjoy his company.

There were some people that would come to visit who would sour his mood with just the sight of them. It wasn't that he hated them, but rather he wished to leave them in the past as he had so many before them. Pieck would come with Gabby and Falco somedays, Levi assumed it was purely because she had escorted them there as they had no friendship.

Once, Reiner had tagged along with Jean and Connie. He had only poked his head in before retreating promptly. But the worst visit of all was when Armin had the audacity to bring Annie. The blonde boy had set the newspaper on the nightstand and taken his usual seat by Levi's bedside while Annie stood awkwardly by the doorway.

"Come to make amends?" Levi had rasped, his grey eye trained on the young woman.

"I cannot." She said, her usual mask had slipped, revealing the face of a sad little girl. He would've felt bad for her if he hadn't known what she had done, who she had killed.

"Hm." He had simply hummed not interested in what she had to say.

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As he recovered from his injuries he met knew people. Doctors and nurses all coming and going with trays of food, and medicine. But he came to appreciate a certain young woman. You had been there from the start when Armin and Jean had hauled him into one of the hospital tents erected during the state of emergency.

His first memory of you was your hands, they were warm against his icy skin. He had looked up at you through blurry eyes as you ran your hands over his knee. Your words had been distorted and impossible to make out, but he remembered how it seemed to act as a salve, smoothing over his pain.

When he woke up from his stupor you had been there, fingers pressed to his throat. Instinctively he had swatted your hand away, and you had seemed surprised, but not offended.

"I'm trying to check your pulse captain." You explained, slowly moving to resume your ministrations.

"I'm fine." He had struggled to form the words after not speaking for days, and you had smiled softly at him.

"And I'm glad that you are, but I have to check." Levi let you, or rather he didn't have the strength to swat your hand away again.

He thought that he looked forward to seeing his cadets, and of course he did. But he couldn't compare seeing them to seeing you. When you walked in the room he perked up, eager to see you and soothed by your presence. You would sweep into the room and take his vitals, your calloused hands smoothing over his injured legs or lifting the bandages around his head. Not once had you flinched when you saw the deep gashes that had been carved into his once smooth flesh. Not once did you comment on the way he shakily stood, or how he needed you to hold him steady the first few times.

You wouldn't take shit from him either. On his bad days when he would snap viciously at you, words so cruel even he regretted uttering them. You would hardly flinch, countering his sharp tongue with words of encouragement. A small part of him wanted to test your limits, how long until you gave up on him? Left him in this bare room to rot alone.

But he soon found that your patience knew no boundaries. You remained by his side through all the difficult months of recovery, all the way up until it was time for him to be discharged. Onyankopon had came to get him along with Gabi and Falco, he stood with a wheelchair gripped in his hands, the two kids on either side of him with big smiles. You stood at Levi's side, hand on his shoulder as he swung his legs out from under the covers.

"How exciting is this?" It was one of the only times Levi caught that positivity you normally slipped into your tone wavering. Could it be that you were sad to see him go? How could you be when all he had ever done to you was be a bitter old man?

"Not very." Levi said dully as you took his hands and helped him pull himself onto his feet.

"You get to go explore the city, maybe open that tea shop?" Levi's eyes widened in surprise, so you had been paying attention when the kids would beg for him to open a cafe. But that also meant you might have been listening to their other conversations, which both scared him and brought him a sliver of joy.

"If I do....will you be my first customer?" He asked rather boldly and he heard the kids both gasp. Your cheeks flushed a rose color and you helped him limp over to the wheel chair.

"Of course I'll be there." You words were hushed and heavy with emotion, apparently he had meant just as much to you as you had to him all of this time.

"I'd like that." He said as you eased him into his wheel chair. Onyankopon smiled widely at you and tipped the brim of his hat. Gabi and Falco both waved at you as they turned to leave the room, you watched with a fond gaze as the group left.

You hoped he would open that shop and you would be his first and favorite customer.

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romanticrry · 3 years ago

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I'll make this feel like home

a/n: it probably sucks a little bit, I'm not really proud of this but I’m in the mood for soft and bff!harry today... x

“Will you tell me what happened?” she asked after minutes of dead silence.

“Yes… Maybe I will, yeah,” he murmured quietly, squeezing the yellow cup in his hands like his life depended on it.

“Harry, I don’t want to push you or make you feel that you’re under pressure, but I’m really worried. I can’t even remember the last time you smiled at me. I need to know what’s going on in that head of yours,” she sighed, feeling how her heart breaks at the sight of red eyes and puffy face in front of her.

He stayed silent.

It broke her even more because he was always communicating with her. Even when he was at his lowest, he would talk about everything. Now it was almost like his heart closed during past months and her key didn’t fit anymore.

She closed her eyes, taking a sip of her tea and looked at the coffee table, not knowing what to say to convince him to talk.

“It’s just..” he sighed deeply, what immediately brought her attention back to his face. “I feel empty inside. Damn, it sounds harsh, but that’s how I feel. Everyone wants me to be perfect. Everyone. My fans, my manager, my friends, my family and I just… I just can’t,” he whimpered, placing his mug on the table.

“You don’t have to be perfect, you can’t. You’re just a human and it is alright to make mistakes and feel off. You are not doing anything wrong, trust me, bubs,” she cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes, but this sight was too breaking. So she just wrapped her arms around him and inhaled his specific scent.

“I know it. I know, but it seems like they don’t understand and it’s not even about people anymore. I’m aware that they will push me. I got used to it and I know how to ignore it. I just feel like the biggest piece of shit. Everything sucks.” she felt the material of her hoodie getting wet and her own tears pricked to her eyes.

She just stayed silent and kissed his clothed arm, wiping tears off of her cheeks.

“God, I’m such a pussy. Sorry,” he laughed through tears, but it wasn’t his laugh. It was bitter and emotionless.

“Weren’t you always the one to tell me it’s okay to cry when you need to?” she leaned back to look at his face. The red tip of his nose and puffy eyes made her chest hurt. “Being vulnerable is always a good thing. It makes you feel human. It’s alright to feel like this. No one has any rights to tell you what to do and how to feel. You’re not a fucking robot. You’re Harry, my Harry.”

They were best friends since she could remember. She was with him in the roughest of times. Helped him get through hard moments when the band was breaking up, was always the one to hold him when the stress about releasing his debut album was too much. She just always was. Even when they were miles apart, her warm voice and calming words always helped him.

Her heart was breaking every time she saw him crying and feeling sad, but she was always strong for him. Y/N was two years younger than him, but sometimes he felt like she was his other big sister. She was working so hard and not once said a bad word about anyone. She reminded him of his mother so badly. Was always kind and open. Such a people pleaser.

“I don’t want to feel sad anymore, but it’s all just so overwhelming. My mind is overthinking and I don’t want to be wrapped in bad thoughts anymore. I can’t distract myself and… I can’t…” he choked in tears and she took a deep breath, while pressing his face to her shoulder again.

“Cry. It’s okay, I’m here with you…” she kissed the side of his head, her eyes closed shut.

He looked so little and vulnerable. His body was all warm and face red from crying and this whole frustration. She felt so bad for him. If she only could, she would take his every single struggle away.

He finally broke and started sobbing, letting go of all his emotions. Even though it was hard for her, she was happy that he finally stopped keeping all his frustration inside and let it out. She said nothing, the room filled with his quiet whimpers and his shaking body in her arms.

Her hand was drawing circles on his back in calming motions and her mouth was pressed to his hair, kissing it and inhaling the smell of his shampoo.

Minutes passed, and she was not sure how much time they spend crying in each other’s arms. It could be twenty minutes, but for her felt like infinity. After his whole body calmed down and tears dried out on his cheeks, he gently leaned back and kissed her forehead, putting a small but genuine smile on his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered in a cracked voice.

“I don’t like seeing you sad, I want the best for you, H” she mumbled, wiping the dried tears from his cheeks, seeing in his eyes some sort of ease and it made her feel better.

“I love you, and I’m sorry for being an asshole lately. I didn’t mean to.” he licked his bottom lip and sighed. She nodded. “I promise I won’t keep it in ever again. I wanna be honest with you. Always.”

She smiled slightly and slowly got up, feeling cold without his warm body around her.

“You want another cuppa?” she looked at his empty cup and sat comfortably on the couch.

“Do you have hot chocolate?” he raised his eyebrows and a little smirk appeared on his lightly red face.

“I do.” she laughed.

God, she missed him so bad.

Y/N quickly changed her jeans and put on some nice sweatpants, and took off her makeup, mascara smudged on her face. She went to the kitchen and made them both hot chocolate with little marshmallows in it. She had couple other accessories with her because her priority was to make Harry feel better and help him relax.

He was sitting on a couch, wrapped in a huge, fluffy blanket, staring at some boring TV show. His eyes looked curiously at her full hands once she sat beside him. She handed him the mug and took a sip from her own.

“What’s all that?” he motioned at the cosmetic products she just placed at the coffee table.

“You’ll see.” she smirked and took a tube of pink facemask and a brush she always used for that. He looked at her with a weird face and carefully took a sip of the cocoa. “What? It’s not gonna kill you, it will make you prettier.”

“Excuse me, but do you not think I’m pretty already? I am, don’t need any of these.” he nodded toward the cosmetics she brought.

“Of course you are Pooh Bear, but it’s good for your skin. It will add glow to your face.” she explained, wiping his face with micellar water on a cotton pad.

Minutes passed, and Harry was quiet while she was applying a face mask on his face. He only pouted couple times when his face was itching but she quickly distracted him from that.

“You look just like a candy” she smiled widely and took a little hair clip to make a little bun on his head.

“I’d rather not look like a candy, you know?” he raised his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes. “What’s left in the schedule?”

“We’ll do a movie night with wine and popcorn. But first, we’ll do something else.” she smiled slightly.

“We’re gonna put sexy ass heels and dresses and practice our catwalk?” he looked at her, placing already empty cup in front of him.

“Maybe next time. Tonight we’ll do matching nails.”

She took the little nail polish bottles and looked at the colors for a second, finally choosing two.

“Do you remember the first time I fully painted your nails?” she turned to look at him, while shaking the bottle.

“I do. We were babysitting your niece.”

“And what colors did we pick?”

“Yellow because it’s our color of hope and green because it will always bring us luck.” he smiled beautifully and looked her in the eyes.

“That’s right.” she placed green and yellow bottle on her lap. “You need this reminder tonight, buddy.”

#bff!harry #fluff #harry x reader #soft #softrry #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles ff

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ttuesday · 3 years ago

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Hello there! Thank you for writing all these amazing headcanons! <333 I get so much joy when there's a new post from ya!

I had a prompt in mind: what are the gang members like when they get reaaaaly drunk? Who gets sad & sentimental, who gets all funny and jokey, who is all sleepy, and etc etc etc?

now this is an interesting one hehe

Arthur

When Arthur's drunk, he does his absolute best to try to convince everyone he isn't that drunk. He tries to walk in a straight line to prove he’s ok but accidentally walks into Uncle.

He somehow has great hearing and joins in on every sing song within a five mile radius. Arthur could be talking to you on the outskirts of camp but if he hears someone singing by the campfire, he joins in immediately.

He gets into a very jolly mood when he's drunk and talks about anything and everything. He rambles on about so much he interrupts himself a lot.

If he's sweet on you then Arthur asks to hold your hand and he won’t stop holding your hand for the e n t i r e night. No matter where you go or what you do, Arthur will potter after you with his hand still holding yours. And whenever you look at him, Arthur has a big, proud smile on his face as he looks at your hand in his.

Charles

Who is this man? Where tf did Charles go? He acts very differently than sober Charles. Whatever idea springs to mind, he wants to do it. If he wants to do interpretive dance in the middle of camp then that's exactly what he does or if he decides to go skinny dipping at 4am then off he goes, trying to find a lake or a river.

One second Charles could be laughing so much he's nearly crying, a second later he could start sobbing because he remembered that time he accidentally shot a lawman's horse when he was trying to aim for the guy. Please hug him.

It doesn't matter how drunk Charles is, he can still yeet anyone over Mount Hagen and he can go from fun and goofy to deathly intimidating in under 1.5 seconds.

And if you and Charles are dating then he just wants to kiss you. He kisses your temple all the way down to your jawline before kissing back up to your ear.

Dutch

Dutch gets quiet when he's drunk. He just kinda sits there and stares off in a daze for ten minutes. When someone talks to him, it's like he buffers for a few seconds before responding.

But when he starts talking, good luck trying to get Dutch to shut up. And this man needs everyone to stop what they're doing and give him all of their attention when he decides to say a speech. And if one person stops paying attention then Dutch storms off.

Dutch really does believe he's unstoppable when he's drunk. And if you don't believe him then don't worry, Dutch has no problem spending three hours explaining how all of his plans are apparently bulletproof.

If Dutch is sweet on you then he tries to flirt with you. But the more he drinks, the harder it gets for him to string a sentence together. "Your eyes..." he slurs his words but tries to stay composed "they remind me... of uh... eyes".

Micah

Micah is so goddamn laid back when he's drunk. Strangely people tend to get on with Micah when he's drunk but by the time he's sober again he's gone back to being... well, Micah.

He's nice ? Which is so bizarre but he actually makes an effort to talk to people without antagonising them and instead of taking offence to comments, he laughs them off and sees it as a joke.

As long as the conversation stays light, Micah keeps his happy demeanour and he isn't even a bad loser when it comes to poker and five finger fillet. In a way, seeing Micah so friendly unnerves some of the other gang members because of how baffling it is.

If he's sweet on you then Micah will continuously asks if you'd like to sit on his lap. Of course he flirts with you but he's a lot sweeter than normal and tells you that you could definitely do better than him so he understands if you reject him.

John

John comes out of his shell when he's drunk. Instead of keeping his mouth shut, he says whatever he thinks of. Yeah he gets into more fights cause he doesn't know when to stop talking.

He can fall asleep anywhere and at any time. You could be chatting with him by the campfire and slowly feel him lean against your shoulder as he starts to softly snore. He once fell asleep while standing up right with one of his hands on a barrel for support.

When John tries to go to sleep when he's drunk, he's like a kid trying to go to sleep at a sleepover. John loudly says the most random words and makes random noises before he bursts out laughing, thinking it's the funniest thing in the world.

If John has a crush on you and he's drunk, he tries to be so helpful. He constantly asks you if you need anything. If you ask him to get you something then he walks a few feet away before completely forgetting what you asked for.

Bill

Let's be real, Bill's already a hothead when he's sober and he's exactly the same when he's drunk. He's very fast to start a fight but if someone lands one punch then that's Bill done for the night. Usually he's a better fighter but he has terrible balance when he's been drinking.

He tries to be productive when he's drunk, thinking that now's the perfect time to do some chores and to go on guard duty. Everyone knows better than to leave Bill go out on watch when he's like this. One time he tried to shoot a squirrel cause he thought it was going to run into camp.

Bill rambles a lot too, mainly telling stories from when he was in the army or reminiscing about different robberies he's done with the gang.

Bill can get really anxious so if y'all are in a relationship, he needs your comfort. His mind starts racing and he worries about little things so for you to be there and tell him everything is alright truly means a lot to him.

Javier

Javier gets very goofy when he's drunk. He's keeps things light hearted, joking about things but is still able to hold his tongue when needed and have proper conversations too.

Honestly, Javier is probably one of the most level headed people in comparison to the rest of the gang but because he tends to stumble and get his words mixed up, people presume he's completely wasted when he's had a few to drink.

This man LIVES for those 2am deep and meaningful conversations. He absolutely adores having them and being drunk helps him open up more about his feelings so he has no problem expressing his emotions.

Are you ready to be swept off of your feet, both metaphorically and maybe literally depending on if you'll leave Javier do that? He's such a hopeless romantic when he's drunk. If camp is near a field or woodland then he sneaks off, picks some flowers and shyly gives them to you.

Sean

Sean manages to go through every mood when he's drunk. Everything is funny to him and he tries to make jokes about whatever comes to mind. Usually he jokes about Bill and Micah which leads to one of them arguing with Sean.

That's when Sean gets angry and thinks he's able to knock out anyone with one punch. Normally he ends up accidentally walking into a table or tripping over himself cause of how focused he is at punching the air.

Then Sean gets all sad and sentimental, feeling sorry for himself cause he accidentally bruised his leg. He has no problem sitting on the ground and pouting for a while, hoping that someone will walk past and give him some attention for a while.

If y'all are dating then Sean will tell you over and over again how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. He just wants to cling on to you for the night and make sure you know how loved you are.

Hosea

I hope you're sitting comfortably cause Hosea's gonna tell you every single goddamn story he can think of. Hosea tells you funny stories, sad stories, how he first met John and how he conned rich people. He really likes to reminisce when he's drunk.

Towards the end of the night, Hosea eventually gets quiet and if there's a party at camp where everyone is celebrating, then he goes off by the outskirts for a while.

Hosea likes to sit back and watch as everyone enjoys the night. He can get very sentimental when he does this but he likes to enjoy the little moments of the night and savour it all.

If he’s sweet on you then Hosea makes sure you know how special you are and that you deserve the best. He doesn't necessarily flirt with you but instead wants you to know how great you are.

Sadie

When Sadie drinks, she gets sad. She doesn't mean to get sad but her mind wanders and she thinks a lot about everything that's happened in her life and how she's ended up where she is today.

She doesn't speak a lot and ends up getting stuck in her head with thoughts whirling around and around. It can get overwhelming which is why she isn't that keen on getting completely wasted on alcohol.

She doesn't like how crowded camp can get so instead she likes to go off and find a nice scenic area to rest. Normally that helps calm her mind but Sadie also gets sleepy by then too.

If Sadie likes you and feels comfortable around you then she leans against you as ye both sit there in a peaceful silence. And if you suggest it, then she'll hesitantly rest her head on your lap and fall asleep as you play with her hair.

Kieran

Kieran doesn't get drunk often. He hates waking up the next morning and wondering if he pissed anyone off or said something he shouldn't have.

He's very happy when he's drunk, only seeing the positives in things and always smiling. Kieran is still a little shy but he's more open to being involved with what the gang's doing, whether that be singing along to some songs or dancing with whoever to Dutch's gramophone.

Because of how involved he can become with the gang when he's drunk, he can get involved in a few fights or arguments. But contrary to popular belief, Kieran doesn't back down and makes sure to get his points across.

Kieran gets more confident after a few drinks and flirts with you more than usual. The more accepting you are to his comments, the more he flirts with you. Though if you flirt back then he gets very flustered.

#ayo idk why these are so fuckin long #I tried cutting them down #but they’re still long #so apologies for how goddamn long these are #anywhoosies #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #charles smith #john marston #javier escuella #bill williamson #sean macguire #hosea matthews #sadie adler #kieran duffy #idk why I decided to add Kieran in here too lol

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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can you write about harry helping reader cope with really bad anxiety ?

this is going to be based off the anxiety that i’m more aware of, but i appreciate that it’s different for everyone and i apologise if it isn’t accurate to you <33

The world felt like it was about to end.

It was as if the sky was pushing in to the ground and decompressing you and your lungs. It was like the ground was about to swallow you whole and your legs were too glued to save yourself. There was this heaviness on your shoulders that weighed as much as a car, sinking you until you drowned. You were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to overcome this feeling.

You stood to the side of the stage with shaky hands, holding your script tight. People moved all around you, rushing to make sure everything was in place backstage for the on stage, completely ignoring you. It was as if you were invisible, so much so that someone actually bumped into you and didn’t even apologise. It made you feel quite insignificant and only boosted your mentality for not being able to do this.

You were at a competition, see. A poetry competition.

Harry had encouraged you, about a month ago now to be brave and enter yourself in for this competition. It was called ‘Prized Poetry’ and it was a huge thing in London, where poetry laureates such as Carol Ann Duffy and Simon Armitage have performed before - and now he was a judge too. You’d had to submit an entry form at first, explaining why you should be given the chance to enter the competition. Harry had spent hours going over it with you, perfecting to the every syllable. You’d gotten through, obviously with your talent, and made it to the first stage. Then the second stage, third, fourth and now fifth. The fifth and final stage.

Your previous poems were a mixture of long sad poems, haiku poems and even a short story just to see how well your talent for writing really was. You’d passed with flying colours every single time and you couldn’t have done it without Harry. He was there for every late night, with a cup of tea or a second opinion, you spent changing and tweaking your work. He was there with flowers after every single performance, after he’d spent the entire show watching you with awe. Every single time he’d cried. Every single time he’d kissed you with pride. Every single time he came. Not today, though.

Unfortunately, for you and for Harry, he was in New York doing some press for a jewellery brand that he was the new face of. He had called you last night, explaining that he didn’t know whether he’d be able to make it or not. He couldn’t face-time you though, because seeing the disappointment on your face would have killed him inside and he was selfish for that.

“Hello!” You excitedly shouted to him down the phone.

“Hi, baby.” Harry replied, his tone of voice sounding quite flat in comparison to yours.

“Uh oh. Someone’s sounding sad.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, before breathing a deep sigh. You just knew he was stroking a stressed hand through his fluffy hair, with his eyebrows furrowed too and all you wanted to do was kiss them away.

“What’s up, sunshine?” You asked, hoping the little nickname would help him feel a bit more yellow.

“Y/N…” Well that wasn’t a good sign if he was calling you by your proper name, “I.. God I don’t know how to tell you this the right way…”

You knew. You had a feeling and you just knew. It had been a worry you’d had at the back of your mind ever since he got on the plane to leave for New York, but hoped that it wouldn’t ever become real. Unfortunately, that’s what it had come to.

“You can’t come tomorrow night, can you?” You asked quietly, your mood quite grey now. There was a little dark thunderstorm rolling in over your head and it would stay there until you could find some sunshine again - find some yellow.

“N-no. No I can’t.” Harry sighed heavily and it weighed upon your shoulders than probably his.

“O-okay.” You tried your best to not make him feel bad, because he was 4,000 miles away and you weren’t there to hug his cries away.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Truly. So sorry.”

“No it’s okay. It can’t be helped, you know?” You let out the slightest of chuckles to try and lighten the situation, but you felt so heavy and grey.

“But you’re going to be amazing. I just know it. We’ve practiced it so many times and your poem is just stunning, there’s no way they can’t like it.” Harry tried his attempt at cheering you up, knowing all the doubts that were creeping into your mind in that moment. He wished he could hug you, because then at least that would mean he was there with you and ready to take a seat in an audience that he was sure you were going to win the competition of.

“Thank you.” You smiled, only slightly.

“I love you, Y/N.” Harry reminded you, almost terrified that this would somehow make you un-love him and leave him. You could never. Would never.

“And I love you, H.” You meant it.

“Get some rest now, okay? I’ll call you before your performance tomorrow, alright?”

He hadn’t called.

Your eyes started to tear up at the thought of him not being here. You couldn’t do this without him. You didn’t know how to.

Anxiety is something that you’ve suffered with for a very long time, but managed to overcome facing different situation. It always felt like the world was about to end, for you. It was an unstoppable feeling, unless Harry was there. Harry had this aura around him that brought you peace and calm. He made you feel easy and powerful. He was the reason that you’d gotten this far in the competition, because you would always know he was in the crowd watching you - feeding you his power and making you brave.

Your lungs ached at the thought of you being powerless today. There was no being brave today. No Harry, that was the worst factor of all. Not only did you need him here to remind you that you were alright, but you wanted him to be here. This was such a big thing for you to be doing and you’d love for someone to watch and be proud of you. Your parents were never going to be those people and you were lucky that you had Harry instead. Only, now it felt like you didn’t.

“Y/N, you’re on next.” A man with a clipboard and a headset spoke to you and brought you away from your shaking thoughts.

“O-oh okay.” Your eyes were wide with terror and your hands shook a little more. You had taken some pills to calm you down, before, but your anxiety was that bad that you felt at any moment your knees would crumble underneath you and be victorious on showing how powerless you were without Harry - without someone to support you and be proud of you.

“Our next talent is a woman who has inspired us all with her writing. Her scores have been the best in the competition so far, but will she able to actually hold up that trophy by the end of the night?” No, you thought, as the man on stage introduced you to the audience of 500 and the judges.

He walked off and gave you the thumbs up to walk on. Your legs needed a bit of persuading to actually move, but once you were anyone could tell that they were shaking nerves. Your body language gave away that you were completely out of your element and that this wasn’t easy for you. The spotlight on the stage blinded you and you found it hard to actually see anyone in the audience, let alone the judging panel.

There was a podium where you would stand and perform your piece, so you walked over to it, tripping slightly on the step up. Bloody heels. You felt like everyone was laughing at you then, your head swarming with all kinds of whispers they would be chattering;

‘What is she doing up there when she can’t even walk without shaking?’ ‘Is she really worthy of all these high scores?’ ‘She looks nervous.’ ‘Why is she even here if she can’t stop her hands from shaking?’

One of the judges cleared their throat in the microphone before talking. “Miss L/N, you know the rules. No prompts or paper with poetry.”

His tone made you blush and tears creeped into your eyes. You were so stupid to have brought your poem with you. Your hands shook as you didn’t know what to do with it. You felt so exposed up here, as if people in the back row could hear your heart about to beat, beat, beat out of your chest. Your throat felt dry and you just didn’t know what to do.

You wanted Harry.

“S-sorry.” You stuttered out, sounding so unsure of yourself which probably didn’t look good in a speaking competition for your poetry.

“Someone please come take Miss L/Ns paper please?” The same judge asked and then you saw someone run over to your side to collect the paper.

“Be brave.”

You turned as the touch of the persons hand kissed against your skin, electrifying your body like a tree on Christmas day.

He was here. Harry was here.

The tears in your eyes grew, but Harry quickly shook his head as if to tell you ‘not now’. So you breathed a deep breathe and smiled so brightly at him. He was here. He was in front of you, or more accurately to the side of the stage. God knows what stunt he pulled to get to be there, but you didn’t care. You swore you’d never loved someone more than in this moment. He ran off quickly, taking your paper with you and sticking his thumbs up at you as he fled.

You got to admire him for a brief moment. He was in a black non-fitted suit, with a white wife-beater shirt on underneath and then his old-school vans. He was in his travelling outfit. He loved being comfortable, but keeping a decent sense of fashion, when he was travelling cross countries. Your favourite pair of shoes were vans too so he often said that he wore them because they reminded him of you.

“Are we ready now, Miss L/N?” A judge asked, bringing your attention back to the audience when Harry nodded your head determinedly at you. You faced the audience, rolling back your shoulders and clenching then unclenching your fists. You felt lighter. Freer. You could, well… you could do this.

“Yes, I am.” You spoke much more confidently than before. You had to squint a little, but you could tell that the judges were smiling at you. Your heart felt a little more full at that. There was a sense of pride for you, even before you began.

“Okay, when you’re ready. Introduce yourself and your poem, but please wait before reciting the actual piece.” A woman judge explained. You could tell the audience has settled into their seats more, watching you with beady eyes.

Be brave.

“Thank you.” You nodded to the judges, before beginning. “Good evening all! My name is Y/N L/N and the piece of writing I have chosen to share with you tonight is called ‘Anxiety’. I wanted to choose this piece because it means something of significance to me. I have suffered with anxiety for some time and yet it feels new and stronger every time that I experience it. It’s that shadow that follows your everywhere, even when there’s light. The topic that our short written poetry had to be based on, for those of you whom had forgotten or had just woken up from a nap through the other acts,” that earned you a laugh you weren’t expecting and it made you a little less nervous, so you started to be more expressive in yourself, “was called ‘you’. For such a short word, there’s so much to unpack, especially about myself. So I decided to unpack how I feel about my anxiety, because although it may look a very small part of me from the outside it’s such a huge part of me on the inside and I would like to share that with you tonight. I would like for you to see my shadows.”

The audience clapped, even though they weren’t really supposed to. You briefly looked to the side and saw that Harry was shaking his head in awe of you. Probably because you hadn’t told him that you had changed what poem you were going to perform. The ones you’d worked on with him had been about courage and strength, but you didn’t seem to click with it even after weeks of practice. This, however, you’d written from heart, last night only, whilst having an panic attack when reality hit you that Harry wouldn’t be with you.

“Thank you Miss L/N. Give us a moment please.” They went quiet and you stopped to breathe for a moment, taking in the air of the theatre. It smelt like old wooden staircases and freshly painted walls. It felt snug and comforting. “And when you’re ready, the stage is all yours.”

Be brave.

You gave one glance at Harry and a simple smile was all you needed.

“The world is ending, I can feel it. The crushing weight of the world is burying me deeper, caging me until I can no longer breathe. The walls are closing in, faster and faster. With everyday i’m away from you, they close faster. I’m suffocating, but you still hear me breathing. I’m terrified, but you calm me. I’m alone, but you still hold my hand. Trapped, oh what an isolated feeling but you, i’ll always have you and suddenly the world keeps on spinning.”

It took a moment, but when the roars of the audience applauded you couldn’t help but freeze. You cried. Your heart sung happy songs. You nodded your head too thank them all silently, because you couldn’t quite get the words out anymore. You’d shown your shadows and people stood to remind you that you weren’t alone in having them.

You turned to see Harry and he was clapping just like everyone else, whistling through the use of his fingers - which, you’d be lying if it didn’t turn you on slightly. He mouthed ‘I love you’ and you nodded your head whilst the tears dripped from your eyes, letting him know that you knew and you very much felt the same way.

The other poets came and joined you on stage, seeing as you were the last act. There were only 3 of you and you’d watched the other two perform. They had been wonderful. One of them had performed a piece about love and the other about their children; both so sweet and loving, so passionate and comforting. So different to yours. Yours had been heavy and moving, exposing and sad, but it was you and that’s what you’d been asked to be.

“What a brilliant show, aye?” The presented walked on stage and let the audience clap together momentarily.

You stood the far right of the stage, further away from Harry who was in the left-wing. The other two poets, Henry and Silvia, were standing in line with you - Henry in the middle. He had spoken about his children and Silvia about love. They both congratulated you as they walked onstage and you smiled and thanked both of them. You couldn’t stop thinking about how desperate you were to see Harry again though. That one simple touch had left you burning for more ever since and you’d be dammed if you didn’t have him near you again within the next 10 minutes.

“Let’s hear from what the judges thought. Tracey?”

“Absolutely beautiful, all of you. Your introductions were great and your poems even better. I think for me, Henry, your poem stood our the most to me just because I have children also so I can relate to a lot of the moments and feelings you touched upon. Very well done.” Tracey spoke and you smiled because she was right, Henry’s piece had been so moving and simple. It was spectacular and you’re sure his kids would be proud of him.

“Yvonne?” The presenter turned to the next judge.

“Well the competition has seriously shown us some talent like no other this year. I don’t think we’ve ever had this higher standard before, so pat on the back to all of you. Um, Henry, wonderful poem and really heart-warming. Silvia, your poem was awe-inspiring and i’m so glad you had the chance to share that with us. And Y/N, thank you for what you did tonight.” You smiled and nodded a thanks back to Yvonne, her words meaning a lot more than a few adjectives of praise.

“Finally, Simon?”

“Couldn’t agree with the other two more. I think that you’re all credits to yourselves and you should be proud of yourselves. One person touched my heart a little more than the others this evening and I silently thank them for that. Some seriously stunning performances and yeah, i’m excited to see what the future holds for them.” Simon answered, looking at Silvia as he spoke, so it was clear that it was her work that had touched his heart.

It made you grow very nervous, however.

Each other the judges had said their praise, but had praised the other two poets slightly more so than you. It gave you a unnerving pit-belly feeling that you hadn’t done enough - that maybe you should’ve stuck to your other poem with Harry. Why had you changed it last minute? You gulped back the lump in your throat and looked down at your feet, not feeling brave enough to look up at the audience or judges anymore. You’d done your part and it didn’t feel like it was enough. You just hoped that you hadn’t let Harry down too badly.

“And now I think we should announce our winner.” The presenter announced, making the audience ooh and aah. You started to fiddle with your fingers, picking the skin around your nails to keep you grounded. You closed your eyes and kept your head down, not wanting anyone to see your disappointment when your name comes last in the ranks when you should really be happy for the other two. You’d put your heart on the line tonight, but maybe that wasn’t enough. Maybe you had to be something more - something special.

Someone walked on with the award trophies and envelopes. The third place holder got a gift voucher to Waterstones of £50 and a small bronze trophy. The second place holder got a gift voucher to Waterstones of £100, a stationary items to help continue to write and a silver trophy. The third place holder got a gold trophy, obviously, but the other prize was far more worthy; a definite publication of your own poetry book via Simon Armitage’s publication company - something you’d dreamt of forever.

“In third place…” You closed your eyes a little tighter and whispered internally to yourself ‘be brave’ until you would actually believe yourself. You couldn’t get that far though because, “Silvia Fallon.”

What? You hadn’t come last? What? Your eyes opened and you turned to watch Silvia accept her award and applaud her with the congratulations she deserved. Wow, you couldn’t believe that you weren’t holding a bronze trophy and a waterstones gift card right now. Silver it was then!

“In second place…” You rubbed your hands on your dress, de-clamming them before you’d have to walk over to the presenter to shake his hand and double kiss his cheeks. As you smiled out the audience, “Henry Lucas.”

What.

Your heart had stopped beating. You weren’t walking over to collect silver. No. You were cupping your hand over your mouth, shaking like a leaf in the wind and knees about to crumble beneath you as you realised what this all meant. What you’d achieved.

“So that means our winner of Prized Poetry 2021 is Y/N L/N!” You sank down to the floor, crouching over yourself as you started to cry and cry.

Was this really happening?

Warm hands brought you out of your shell, cupping the side of your head to bring your attention to them. To him.

“You won, baby. You fucking won!” He smiled so brightly at you that you could’ve sworn he was just a visual dream. You were shaking in his hold and still crying, his eyes red too over your deserved success.

“I-I won…” You spoke in shakily disbelief.

“I’m not kissing you until you go collect your prize, petal, so please go and chuffing collect your prize!” He laughed, and helped you onto your feet. You were a little shaky, because all eyes were on you once again, but you deserved this. You hadn’t expected this at all so you were also just a bit taken aback by this whole experience. The journey had been far greater than anything before it.

Harry’s hand left yours and you walked across the stage to shake hands with the presenter and the judges, who had now come up on stage to congratulate you all. You thanked each one of them, twice, and held up your trophy in the air as you walked back across stage.

As soon as you met Harry he didn’t hesitate to bring you in for that promised kiss. You didn’t care about the call last night anymore. You didn’t care about him not being here today. He was here now and that was more than enough to seal your heart with forgiveness. It was moments like this, his lips enveloping yours, when you were brought to the realisation of how yellow your world was. There was no grey with him. He, just like you were to him, was your yellow and that was a privilege to be. Your Harry made you feel so much more than a shadow. He made you feel brave. Protected. Calm.

Loved.

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hellcaster901 · 4 years ago

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Drunk Call

Pedro Pascal x female!reader

Summary: Y/N and Pedro have been friends ever since they met through mutual friends, but with such a large age gap between the two, Y/N didn’t think anything would change, but sometimes things work out differently than she would expected.

Word Count: 5,208

Warning(s): SMUT! Age gap, creampie. (Be safe, life is not a fanfiction!) FLUFF

A/N: I hope you guys love this as much as I loved writing it! And a huge thank you to my best friend @13dead-ends for getting me through some major writing’s block! Go check her page out for some AMAZING Henry Cavill writing!

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“Pedro,” You giggled into the phone, staring at your own reflection in the mirror. You looked like a mess, hair in a bun on the top of your head, the makeup you were wearing for the girls night out was now smudged around your eyes, looking like a disheveled raccoon. “Pedro,” You repeated, watching the way your lips moved when you said his name. “I’m… I had so much fun tonight.” you started, thinking back to the many shots you had throughout the night, the drunken laughter that you shared between your friends. You could still hear them laughing about something through the thin bathroom door. You glanced down at your feet, the tight clothes you wore thrown around and you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but even after all this fun you had with your friends, and how this was a memory you were going to look back on for so long, all you could think about was Pedro.

One of the main reasons you were on the phone right now, leaving him a voicemail.

“I wish you were out here with us.” You went on, really noticing how slurred your words were, “I know you would’ve had so much fun. I know I would’ve had so much fun with you.” You giggled. “I always have so much with you. You’re someone who always puts a smile on my face, always makes me blush, always makes me feel… good about myself.” You were going completely off topic, blabbering. “I don’t think you realize how much I value our friendship.” This is it. “But I gotta say it… I mean, I don’t have to.”

You giggled at yourself, not really sure what you were giggling at. “I love you Pedro.” You mumbled, staring down at your toes, watching as you wiggle them. “God, I really do, and I don’t even care about the age gap or any of the fans who might say horrible things or anything.” You smiled to yourself, finally being able to let that out. “I’ve held onto that for years, and god it feels amazing to finally say it.” You pushed back some hair, trying to steady yourself against the sink. “Don’t even get me started on your looks.” You groaned, shaking your head. “You’re so handsome, and I can’t stand it.” You giggled, everything you’ve ever wanted to say to him, as coming out at this moment. “And that nose.” You groaned again, shaking your head, “I love your nose.” You smiled to yourself, remembering seeing him within shows and always love the way his nose looked, the bump, everything about it. “I know you probably have some negative things to say about it but I love it. I think it absolutely fits your handsome face.”

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Came one of your friends, banging on the bathroom door. “I need to pee!” She whined.

“Calm down.” You called back, opening the door with the phone still in my hand. “I’m leaving.” You mumbled, watching her waddle in.

“What? Making little love calls to your boyfriend?” You groaned, pointing at her with the phone, noticing the call ended.

“Shut up.” You huffed.

***

You waved at Megan as she dropped you off at your house, giving a lazy thumbs up as you unlocked your door, instantly flopping down onto the couch. You needed a shower, bad, and you needed food, bad.

The ringer from your phone made you jump, reaching into your back pocket and answering it blindly. “Hello?” You mumbled, face squished into the couch cushion.

“Y/N?” You perked up when you heard Pedro’s voice.

“Hey.” You mumbled, twisting and turning on the couch as you got into a sitting position. “What’s going on?” You smiled.

“Uh…” He started. You could hear there was something he wanted to say, he always had that tone in his voice when there was something on his mind. Whether it was for a certain role and he was frustrated, or it was just frustration from the days that merged together. “Are you home?”

“I am.” You paused, waiting for him to say something. “What’s going on?” You asked, hearing him sigh.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked, you could hear the small smile in his voice. “I’ll pick some up and get to your place?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay.” You nodded, hearing him give you a quick bye and the phone hung up. The second you heard the phone click, you booked it off the couch, running to your bathroom for a quick shower.

You scrubbed away the sweat and ‘sins’ from last night, trying to remember what really went down. You went to the bars, bar hopping with the girls, taking shot after shot, did some dancing, did some grinding on random guys… what else? You went back to Megan’s house with everyone, changed your clothes, called Pedro-

“FUCK!” You yelled.

Oh no

You stood there, the water spraying down your back as you tried to remember what you said in that call. It couldn't have been anything crazy, considering he’s coming over with breakfast. Honestly, it could’ve just been talking nonsense on the voicemail, and he didn’t think twice about it. He didn’t sound upset, that was a good sign.

You dried off quickly, your thoughts going a mile a minute as you tried not to freak out, tried not to overthink the reason why he was coming over. You tried everything in your power to try to remember what you said, if you said anything that made him uncomfortable. Should you act like you don’t remember? Act like everything is fine? “Fuck me.” You mumbled, hearing the doorbell ring. You tugged some clothes on, racing down the steps.

As you got to the door you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and act completely normal.

You swung the door open, revealing Pedro as he stood there with a bag from your favorite restaurant. You smiled, looking up at him. He smiled back at me, but you could tell there was something that he wanted to say.

“Hey.” You smiled, opening the door a bit wider for him to walk through. He made himself at home instantly, making his way to the living room and setting the bag down on the coffee table. You followed, smiling at him as he set your food to the side for you. He gave you a tense smile, not saying a word. You took a deep breath, crossing your feet under you as you grabbed your food. “Is… everything okay?” You mumbled, taking a bite out of the breakfast burrito. He nodded, taking a bite out of his own, settling himself on the couch.

You knew something was wrong, and you knew it was something from last night, something you said.

It was a tense silence, the two of you eating. You were panicking in your mind, trying to think of everything that happened, trying to think of what you could’ve possibly said to him in the voicemail that’s making him act this way. Obviously, it wasn’t anything too bad, because you were sure if it was he wouldn’t even be here.

Pedro on the other hand, wasn’t sure what to do. After waking up and seeing that voicemail, he was shocked to hear your drunken slurring declaring your love for him. He was shocked hearing it, but hearing it only confirmed the way he felt about you. He was ready to call you right that second, declare his love for you as well, telling you he didn’t care about any of the obstacles either, and that he wanted to be with you.

But you were drunk in that voicemail. He wasn’t sure if you were even going to remember it the next morning, and he didn’t want to risk it if it was just some drunken talk. But he needed to know. But when he saw you, opening that door and that gorgeous smile that he loved to see, he knew that you didn’t remember anything of what you said last night.

“What’s going on?” You huffed, setting down your half eaten burrito on the table, turning to face him. He shook his head, “No, don’t give me that.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit, and so far, you could tell it was working at the small smile he cracked at you. “Seriously Pedro, what’s going on?” You shoved at his arm. He set his burrito down on the table too, turning to look at you.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” He asked. The one thing you loved about Pedro, was his eye contact, the way he always kept it and the way he always looked like he was trying to get to the root of your problems.

“I do.” You nodded, trying to play it as cool as you can. You knew what this was about.

“Do you remember the call? The voicemail you left me.” There it was. You took a deep breath looking at him, seeing something in his eyes that you couldn’t explain.

“I remember calling you, but I don’t remember what I said.” You spoke honestly. You really didn’t. “Did I make a fool of myself?” You asked, shaking your head. He gave you a sad look, before shaking his head. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed his food, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

“Pedro!” You called after him, following him into the tiny kitchen, he stood there, leaning against the small island, both hands against the cold marble. “What did I say? I really don’t remember what I said last night.” You were growing panicky, wondering if what you said was something horrible after all. “Pedro.” you whispered, walking around the island to be near him. “Please tell me-”

“You told me you love me.” He spoke, looking at you.

You felt your whole body heat up. The kind of heat that covers the body when caught in a lie, that’s what you felt. It was as if your heart stopped at that very moment, hearing what you said to him last night.

“You told me that you didn’t care about the age difference,” He stated, turning his body towards you. You stood there, like a deer in headlights as he spoke. “Told me how you’ve felt this way for years.” You were speechless, watching the way Pedro looked down at you. His eyes were searching your face, trying to find anything you were wanting to say. “Is that true or were you just that drunk last night?”

You wanted to speak, but the way your throat was closing up made you think you weren’t sure if you really could talk.

“Tell me that it was just drunk thoughts, and we’ll act like it never happened.” Pedro strained. He wanted you to tell him it was all lies and drunken thoughts, but as of now, you knew with him confronting you like this, you had to tell him.

“It’s true.” You whispered, feeling the tears swell up. This was either going to end with you crying in your bathroom listening to some sad ass music, or you were going to end up in Pedro’s arms. You were preparing for the worse.

You could tell on Pedro’s face he wasn’t expecting that answer, wasn’t expecting you to own up to it.

“What?” He whispered.

“I love you Pedro.” You smiled, your fingers messing with the hem of your shirt. You were nervous, waiting for an answer from him, anything. But there was nothing, only a blank stare on his face. “And I completely-”

He reached for you, cupping your face with both his hands, and kissing you with such a passion you were sure your knees were going to give out on you.

He felt it, the way your body sagged against his chest, his arms coming down to wrap around your waist, keeping you to him as he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as you gave yourself to him.

You squirmed against him, giggling as his facial hair was tickling your face. He smiled against your lips, purposely rubbing his face against yours, making you giggle even more in his grasp. “Pedro.” You squealed, he grabbed your hips, lifting you up onto the counter, the cold marble making you jump as it came into contact with your thighs. He instantly settled himself between your thighs, his hands coming back to your face, brushing back some of your wet hair that fell. He stared at you, a loving smile on his face as he took you in, almost like he was looking at you in a whole different way.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered to you, like he was only wanting you to hear it. You smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over you, your heart close to bursting in your chest with how happy you felt. “God, it feels great to finally say that.” The smile he had brightened his whole face, he looked like the happiest man on earth.

“What else did I say on that voicemail?” You winced, thinking of all the embarrassing things drunk you could’ve said. He chuckled seeing that face. He leaned forward, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Well,” He started, placing another kiss on the same spot. “You said how handsome I was,” You blushed, feeling him smile against your skin as he kissed your chin. “How I make you feel good about yourself.” You were sure you were red as a tomato, your whole face heating up as he went on. “How you don’t care about age.” He kissed your other cheek, pulling a bit away, eyes making contact.

“I don’t.” You whispered to him, reaching up and cupping his face. He smiled softly at you, leaning into your hand. “I never did.” You took a deep breath, smiling at him. “But if that’s an issue with you, then-”

You soon realized that Pedro had a habit of cutting you off with a kiss, not wanting to hear you ‘doubting’ anything he felt. And you didn’t care to hear yourself talk about it either. He held you tight, not wanting you to slip through his fingers before he even had a chance to be with you. And you were the same, arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands clutching onto his shirt, not wanting to be a second away from him.

Time stopped when his lips were against yours, your heart pounding within your chest. You could focus on how soft his lips were, and the way he was invading all of your senses. He was all you think, smell, taste, hear, feel, he was everywhere, and you weren’t complaining.

You kept your eyes half opened, sneaking glances at Pedro he pulled away for small gasps of air, making sure this was really happening, that this man right in front of you, was between your legs and kissing you until you were sure you were going to die. Every breath you took you smelt him. He smelled like his after shave, a mixture of a woodsy smell and a hint of rosewood. You could simply live off that smell for the rest of your life.

Your whole body tingled as his hands roamed your back, his fingers digging into your skin softly, hiking up your shirt slowly. He claimed your mouth, hungry and intense until it felt like your heart stopped. You barely realized that your hands were moving on their own, reaching down to the hem of his shirt, slipping beneath the flimsy fabric, and touching his smooth skin. He moaned softly into your mouth, your hands moving their way up his stomach, to his chest. You smirked against his lips as you gently clawed down his chest, another moan leaving his lips. You wanted more, and you knew with the way his heart picked up under your hand, he wanted more too.

“Take it off.” You mumbled against his lips, weakly tugging at his shirt. He wasted no time as he pulled away, tugging the fabric over his head and grabbing you again. The way he tasted silenced all your thoughts, all you wanted was to feel him, show him your love, show him that you wanted him.

“I want you, Y/N.” You moaned at the words he mumbled against your lips, chills running down your back as he grabbed you. “Can I have you?” You melted at his words, your thighs clenching around his hips, and he noticed, a hand going down and grabbing onto the exposed skin.

“Always, Pedro.” You whispered.

He wasted no time as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you, a hand cradling the back of your head, and his other holding your thigh. What felt like seconds you were already being tossed on the bed, a giggle leaving your lips as you bounced on the mattress, Pedro smiling down at you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.” He smirked, looking over you. You blushed, resting on your elbows, knees together as you stared at him, his own eyes looking over you, almost like you were a piece of art. You shook your head at him, biting down on your bottom lip. “What?” He smiled, kneeling down on the edge of the bed, the bed dipping slightly.

“Nothing.” You giggled, watching as he brought up his other knee, staring at you with so much love and adoration.

“What is it, baby?” He whispered, starting to crawl towards you. You nervously giggled, watching as he lifted a hand, spreading your legs. You were nervous, the pet name, seeing him crawling towards you and spreading your legs made you nervous and excited. “Tell me.” He mumbled, leaning down and kissing your knee.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” you breathlessly said, watching as he smiled, planting kisses along the inside of your thigh. He switched to your other thigh, kissing a little higher, smiling when he heard your soft moans.

“I could listen to you moan like that all day.” He groaned, winking up at you. You were burning up, a blush rising on your chest and face. He loved it, seeing how his words made you react.

“Pedro.” You whined, your whole body was just nerves, everything he was doing making you react to the slightest touch. Your body was so sensitive to him.

“The way you say my name.” He groaned, a hand trailing up your leg, squeezing at your thigh. You moaned, your legs spreading a bit wider on their own account, wanting more of whatever Pedro was willing to give you. You were wrapped around his finger, and you didn’t mind at all.

“Please Pedro.” You sighed, weaving a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp. He moaned against your thigh, pulling away from you, grabbing your wrist and placing a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“You’re gorgeous.” He smiled, rubbing his hands on your thighs, moving them to your hips, bunching up the shorts you wore, exposing more skin to his eyes. “Absolutely beautiful.” The compliments made your heart race, you were sure you were going to have a heart attack at that very moment.

You placed your hands over his, guiding them up your stomach, the shirt being pushed up. He watched, not even blinking, not wanting to miss anything that you were showing him. “You can take it off.” You whispered, stopping your hands at your ribs, giving him a teasing smile. He pulled his hands from yours, grabbing at the shirt, and lifting it. You laughed as he hurriedly pulled it over your head, tossing it over his shoulder. He laughed with you, staring down at you.

It felt like forever as he stared at you, his eyes looking over every inch. You started to grow self conscious, wondering if this is the time he’ll turn you away. With those thoughts running through your mind you began pulling your arms up, trying to cover yourself. “Stop.” He mumbled, grabbing your wrists, pulling them away. “Don’t.” He whispered, your chest risen as he stared at you, a warming smile on his face. “You’re gorgeous, never think otherwise.”

“I love you.” You whispered.

He was flushed against you, lips kissing along your collarbones and chest, making their way down to your breasts “I love you too” he mumbled. You sighed as he sucked a small hickie on your left boob, your hands finding their way into his hair once again. He groaned against your boob, your hands messing with his hair. He pulled his lips off of your skin with a small ‘pop’, a large purple hickie already forming. The small branding he left on you made you clench your thighs, wetness pooling in your panties at the fact that this man left his mark on you, and from the look of pure lust on his face, he liked it too.

“You’re horrible.” You chuckled, seeing that smile spread on his face.

“You love it.” He growled back. He was on you in a second, lips moving together, both of you wanting to feel one another. “Can I?” He whispered, his fingers going to your shorts, fingers already hooked onto the waistband. You nodded, letting out a loud squeal as he tugged them down. He kneeled, clumsily pulling the shorts. You moved your legs, trying to help out as you slipped your legs from the fabric, now completely bare for him.

“Take them off.” You pointed, tugging on his jeans. He had that teasing smile, opening his mouth to say something sarcastic at your request, but he stumbled over his words as you spread your legs for him, revealing your soaked pussy for him. You bit your bottom lip, watching the way he stared at you, licking his lips. You’ve never had anyone look at you like that, much less the man you gave your heart to. “Take them off.” You repeated, using your foot to poke at his thigh. That nudged him from the trance he was in, his hands speedily working at his belt and jeans.

He shuffled off the bed, tugging his pants down, his cock bobbing slightly at his movements. Your eyes went wide. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t imagined what he looked like before, but what you were seeing crushed all those images. He was thick and long, the tip already red, his cock throbbing as he wrapped a hand around it, giving himself a few pumps. He saw your face, smiling at your wide eyes, crawling back onto the bed with a proud smirk.

He kissed you softly, grabbing your thigh, lifting it around his waist. His touch was slowly and passionate, his kiss was showing you how much love he had for you, everything was… perfect.

“I don’t have a condom.” He mumbled, reaching in between the two of you. He looked down, watching as he wrapped his hand around his cock, dragging the tip through your soaked lips. You gasped softly, Pedro moaning as he felt how wet you were, his head tapping against your clit, your body jerking slightly at the small touches.

“It’s fine.” You whispered, cupping his face, making him look at you. His lust blown eyes met yours, softening as he saw you. “I just want you.” You whispered, gently caressing his face. He smiled, nodding.

He rubbed against you a few more times, gathering your juices and coating his cock before lining up to your entrance. You kissed his cheek, making your way down his face and to his neck, peppering kisses as he slowly pushed inside. You gasped as he stretched you open, the slight pain, your thighs already shaking as he pushed in. You held your breath, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Jesus.” he grunted. It felt like an eternity as he thrusted into you, but finally his hips met your thighs, his cock fully seated within you. You let out a shaky breath, feeling completely stretched to the max. “You’re so tight.” he groaned, hips bucking slightly as you clenched around him, the small thrust already sending your body into a wave of pleasure. “Stop that.” He chuckled, dropping his head to your shoulder. “You keep doing that, and I’m not going to last.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, caressing his back. He stayed there, wanting you to adjust to him, and you were more than prepared to let him rock your world. “You just feel so good.” You whispered into his ear, placing a soft kiss to his ear lobe. He groaned, those words sending straight to his cock, twitching within you.

You’ve imagined this multiple times, what sex would feel like with Pedro, how’d he feel, and this was more than what you’ve imagined. You were filled to the brim with him, hot and thick within you, twitching at every clench or movement that you did. “You feel amazing.” You whispered, clenching around him again

“I’ve always wanted this.” Pedro mumbled against your shoulder, placing soft kisses to your skin. Goosebumps rose, scattering along your arms, “To feel you.” He mumbled, moving his hips. He pulled out slowly, your toes curling as you gasped, his cock dragging against your walls. “To make you feel…” He stopped, the tip barely in you, before he thrusted back in, a small ‘ah’ leaving your mouth, “good.” He spoke, groaning at the tight fit.

“Jesus, Pedro.” you whined, wrapping both legs around his waist, crying out as he thrusted into you, hitting a bit deeper this time.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grunted, his hand grabbing your hip, a bruising grip as he thrusted into you.

The sound of your wetness, skin slapping against skin and your cries filled the air. His cock sending waves and waves of pleasure through your body. You cupped his face, turning your head and lazily colliding with his lips, pleasure filling both of your bodies. Your tongues slid against one another, drinking every ounce of each other, moaning at how each other's bodies felt with one another.

“You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.” he moaned, giving you a particularly hard thrust. You gasped against his lips, your walls contracting around him, mouth running dry with pleasure.

“Again.” You begged, wanting to feel that roughness again. Pedro pulled back, slowing his thrusts down, arching an eyebrow at you. You smirked up at him, kissing his lips softly. “Harder.” You whispered, earning yourself a low growl from him. And he delivered. He held himself up, thrusting into you harder than before, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot each and every time. “Oh my god.” You cried, feeling that familiar feeling of your release washing over you, your lower stomach tightening and your walls fluttering around his cock.

The bed groaned with each thrust he gave you, rocking and hitting the wall. “Jesus, Pedro.” You gasped, letting out whimper/giggle, hearing the bed cry beneath you. He let out a breathless chuckle, dropping his head and kissing you.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He smirked, giving you a hard thrust. You didn’t even have time to answer as you became a puddle under him. Your body was boneless as he fucked you, both of you moaning and gasping at the intense pleasure.

“Pedro.” You choked out, eyes rolling as that intense wave ran through your body, white-hot pleasure shooting up your spine, “I’m gonna cum.” You cried, legs tightening around his hips.

“Fuck.” He grunted, feeling you tightening around him, gushing around his cock as you came. You jerked under him, fingers digging into his shoulder, hiding your head into his shoulder, biting down where his neck met his shoulder, crying out as you came around him. “Jesus, Y/N.” He moaned, feeling you clench around him, his hips faltering as your orgasm triggered his own.

“Cum in me.” You whispered into his ear, locking your legs around his waist. He groaned your name, a few more snaps of his hips and he was putty in your hand. He stilled above you, feeling his cock pulse within you, thick ropes of his cum filling you up. You moaned at the feeling, moving your hips against him, milking him of his cum as he caught his breath, falling against you as he emptied himself within you.

You huffed softly as he put his weight on you, but you weren’t complaining, loving the feeling of him on top of you and in you. The two of you stayed like that, within each other's arms, letting what just happened settle.

You slowly pulled your legs off from him, whining at the soreness that was already settling in your thighs. Pedro groaned, lifting himself up, looking down at you with tired, but loving eyes.

“What?” You mumbled, suddenly feeling sleepy as well. He smiled above you, kissing your forehead. You gasped as he slowly pulled out of you, both of you moaning softly. You blushed, feeling his and your cum leak from you slowly, coating your swollen lips.

“Hold on.” He mumbled, pushing himself off the bed. You laid there, legs and arms like noodles as he walked to the bathroom, glancing back at you with a wink as he cleaned himself up. He came back with a warm towel, winking at you as he kneeled between you, cleaning up the mess the two of you made. You moaned happily as the warm towel soothed your sore core, Pedro placed soft kisses against your thigh as he finished up, tossing the towel on our pile of clothes. “I’ll get that later.” He mumbled, rolling onto his side next to you. You didn’t care about the towel as you rolled over.

Pedro pulled you close, sore legs moving to lay on top of him, resting your chin on your hand, feeling his beating heart slow down. You stared up at him as his eyes drooped, his eyes looking back down at you. “What?” He whispered, his hand coming up and tracing small shapes on your back. You shook your head, looking over his features, eyes going to his nose. You felt a strong urge to trace over it, and this was the time to do it. You reached up, a shaking finger tracing down his nose. He smiled, chuckling softly.

“What?” You giggled with him, watching that smile spread. “What are you laughing about?”

“You mentioned that you really liked my nose in that call.” Your face heated up again, eyes rolling.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, pulling your hand away and covering your face in his chest. “Stop talking about the call.” You mumbled against his chest. He laughed whole heartily, kissing the top of your head.

“Never.” He mumbled, pulling you tighter. “Hey.” He spoke softly. You looked up at him, still covering your face. “I love you, Y/N.” You didn’t think you could ever get used to hearing that from him.

“I love you too, Pedro.” You whispered.

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astro-rain · 3 years ago

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter twenty - “collateral damage”

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word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n deal with the emotional fallout of her departure from wakanda.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: mildly suggestive content, nothing explicit, 18+ readers please.

The flight home was wretched. Sleeping on the jet was impossible. Every time she shut her eyes she saw his face. If her mind did somehow manage to drift off to sleep, Y/N dreamed of him and woke up trying not to rip her hair out.

"We can still stay in contact, right?" Bucky asked as they were walking back from the waterfall.

They had left their catharsis by the water, still upset, but now calmer and more logical.

"I don't think so..."

"What? Why? It's not like we don't have the technology to do it."

"I know, but.." Y/N trailed off, trying to think of a sensible excuse.

Obviously they could stay in contact if they wanted. But any kind of phone call would be able to be tracked or recorded. That, and she didn't want him to hang on to someone who betrayed him. She couldn't imagine the guilt she'd have hearing Bucky's "I miss you's" or "Baby doll's" from miles away, knowing she lied to him.

"You don't even have a phone..."

"That's an easy problem to fix."

"I know... I just think you should focus on the rest of your healing, and... you know, I'll have a lot of work once I get back...." she took a breath. "I don't know if it's super healthy for us to cling on to each other when it... may be better to move on..."

"Move on?"

"Yeah..."

Bucky stopped walking and turned to face her. They both stood still and he stared at her, confused, as if he was trying to figure something out. He knew her well. She was scared he'd see right through her.

"So let me get this straight. When you're here we can talk all the time and... plenty of other things. But when you're away we can't even call each other?"

"Bucky..."

"That's not all, is it?"

She sighed. "I'm just... worried... about- like-... getting in trouble. If someone overhears or tracks a phone call...What if someone finds out where the 'Winter Soldier' is and comes here to exact revenge?"

That was partly true. She'd never want anyone bad to find out where he was. But no one was tracking her phone calls; she wasn't really a person of interest. In all likelihood, it probably wasn't something she'd have to be terribly worried about.

However, if anyone overheard or saw Bucky on the phone, they'd know it was her, and she doubted anything she could say would convince them that she didn't tell him about the arm.

Or maybe no one would find out. She just didn't want to take the chance. The last time she took a chance, this happened. She wasn't willing to do it again.

He stared at her with dejected eyes. "You know you don't have to worry about me. I'll be okay."

She rested her hands on his forearms and laughed sadly. "Bucky, I don't think I'm ever not gonna worry about you."

He was already in her heart. She didn't think he could leave now.

He let his eyelids fall shut. "I really don't want you to go."

She closed her eyes as well and let her forehead rest against the top of his chest.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you either. But you're gonna do so well, even without me. And every day I'll wake up and think 'wow this man is sexy and has good coping mechanisms! I wish I was him!'"

In the midst of his sadness, she made him laugh. It was a despondent, quiet laugh, but she managed to lift his mood all the same - even if just a little bit. She'd always make everything better.

He gazed down at her, eyes heavy, and without even thinking about it... "I love you."

She looked down at the grass below her feet. "Buck..."

"I do. I'm sorry but I do."

She wrapped her arms around the middle of his back, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in tight, one arm up her back and the other cradling her head.

In the tiniest whisper, she let the truth flow out from her chest. "I love you, too."

The clouds provoked her, so peaceful and quiet, while her head was a big, loud mess. Y/N leaned her head on the window, glaring at them and wondering if she should've said what she did. That she loved him. Internally, she debated whether or not it would make things worse. But she wasn't going to see him again; she might as well have left him with the truth.

Time was lost to her. She thought she would be landing soon, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't be sure of anything anymore.

Bucky sat at the lake - their lake - and just stared into the water. It felt so strange to him, that she was gone. One minute she was here and now he was just... alone.

It was so quiet. Too quiet. Of course being alone was quiet, but after Y/N left, the air just felt empty.

He wished he could talk to her. Whenever he was upset, all he wanted to do was talk to her.

"So, is this... d-do we say goodbye now?" he asked when they got back to his hut.

"Yeah..." she sighed. "yeah."

"Are you going back to Europe?"

"Yes. Belgium. Haven't been in my apartment in forever."

"Belgium," he wondered. "It's nice there. Safe. What are you gonna do for work?"

"Probably just continue where I left off on my research. Fancy brain stuff, ya'know?"

He grinned, proud. "My smart girl."

She looked around her, as if watching for something. Or someone.

"Buck, I think I have to go now."

"Just one more minute? Please. I wanna remember you like this. Not sad and crying."

Y/N smiled, grabbed his hands, and kissed his knuckles. Both flesh and metal. Because they were both part of him and she loved him. All of him.

Then, she placed both his hands on either side of her face. Softly she said, "remember me like this," before bringing their lips together.

He looked down at his vibranium arm, twisting his wrist to watch how the plates whirred.

Since the first moment he put it on, he had been using it to be gentle, loving, and affectionate. This arm was good. This arm wasn't used for death and destruction and violence.

With this arm he held her, kissed her, loved her. And now she was gone. And now it felt like dead weight.

— ONE WEEK LATER —

Whenever Bucky looked at his bionic arm he saw her. It began to make him sad.

His hair had been getting longer and longer. He could cut it now, now that he had two arms. But every time he tried, all he could do was stare at the arm and hear her voice in his head.

"That's your heart. That's you. You're all heart, Buck. You're so deeply, wonderfully human. All the way to your bones."

That was the first time he expressed real distress about missing a limb, he recalled. That was the first time they kissed. Funny how that transition was made, funny how she could remedy some of his worst emotions.

His days were boring and uneventful and nearly silent. He sat alone a lot. There was no laughter anymore, none of her laughter. There was no more holding, no more kissing, no more loving. The arm just felt... wrong? Like what it was born from had died.

In Belgium, Y/N felt incredibly uncomfortable. She knew she just needed to adjust to the change, after getting to used to life in Wakanda - life with Bucky. Her vacant apartment didn't feel as homey.

It had been, what, a year and a half? About a year and a half since she had been home. About a year and a half spent with Bucky.

Her apartment seemed so... barren. Void of life. And cold. She was used to the Wakandan heat. When she closed and locked the door behind her, she looked at the golden square that the sun cast through her window. It reminded her of that heat.

Y/N sighed, cursing her very own hippocampus for providing her with memory.

"God, I wish you had an AC in here."

She was in his bed. Well, she was on top of him, straddling him, in his bed.

"Is it hot or is it just you?" he joked, poking at her sides and trying to not pout at the loss of her lips.

"Ha. Ha," she rolled her eyes and brought her face back to his.

"Wait," Bucky said and gently pulled her face away to examine it. "You are a little warm."

"It's okay," she quickly tried to resume their previous activity.

"Hold on-" he got cut off as Y/N kept pecking his lips over and over.

"I have-"

Kiss.

"An idea-"

Kiss.

Lightly he pushed her shoulders away, nearly giggling. "Stop it! Just wait a second!"

Bashful, she conceded. "What?"

"Just-" he reached out and put the vibranium hand on her forehead, effectively cooling her down a bit. She closed her eyes and flashed a goofy smile.

"That feels nice."

Then, suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around her back and flipped them over so that he was on top. He smirked.

"Oh yeah, you just wait."

She hung her keys up and took a deep breath, absorbing the emptiness. This was her new normal; she just had to get used to it.

"I just- I don't really... I don't think I need it," Bucky tried to explain.

Want it, he thought. I don't want it. I can't stand to even look at it.

"You don't need it?" Shuri asked.

"Yeah, it-uh it takes a bit of getting used to and I think I just need a break. And I wouldn't want to damage it so... figured it's better with you."

He was better at lying than he gave himself credit for.

"Okay," Shuri accepted his answer and began to detach the bionic arm. "But you let me know if it's uncomfortable or painful anywhere so I can adjust it. Alright?"

"Alright. Thank you."

Finally he was rid of it- that cursed metal weighing down on his soul. Maybe now he could focus on other things. Maybe. It didn't seem likely...

However, as the days drew closer, it did make him slightly - only slightly - less nervous about the trigger word experiment. Now he didn't have a weapon attached to him. Though he reckoned he was the weapon.

No. He wasn't supposed to think like that. He knew Y/N wouldn't want him to. He knew she would say something like, "You aren't what they tried to make you into. You're you and all HYDRA's awfulness can't change the good at your core. My Bucky. You're perfect."

He'd deny to high heavens that he was the farthest thing from perfect. Bucky had no clue how she could say such things. But her conviction never faltered.

Soon enough the day came. The experiment. All he could think about was how she was supposed to be there. He didn't want to do this without her.

But now, he found himself sitting at at a fire on some mountain with one of the Doras. It was dark and it was scary. He was scared.

"It is time," said Ayo.

Nevermind want. He wasn't sure if he could do this without her.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I won't let you hurt anyone."

He was still scared. He still didn't trust himself. But, staring into the fire, he thought back to a past conversation.

"You don't have to trust yourself. That's hard enough as it is and Hydra didn't make it any easier. You just trust me, alright? ... And I will not let anything happen to you."

Bucky didn't have to trust himself. He just had to trust her. Even if she wasn't here, even if she was on another continent, all he had to do was trust her. When Ayo began reciting the trigger words, that was the one thing thing he held onto. The one thing that kept him afloat.

His trust in her.

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Part 12

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* You stare at the blank ceiling, the smooth unblemished surface like freshly fallen snow

* you should really put some nudie posters up there or something to lighten the mood a little.

* Light notes from the piano float around your room

* You sigh, so these are the facts as you know them:

* Edward is your best friend who has occasional bouts of brooding and flirtatious behavior.

* Bella is not albino, she has a lovely peach undertone, and a lovely grilled peach scent

* The entire coven has treated your attraction to this young lady’s blood like you got caught masturbating or wetting the bed or something

* “You don’t need to be embarrassed it’s a perfectly natural feeling.” Esme tells you while rubbing your shoulders

* “We’ve all been there” Rosalie reassures

* “Totally not a big deal, it happens to me everyday!” Jasper chimes in

* You wish sunlight hurt you so you could combust into flames on the spot

* The piano notes get louder, and you feel your mouth pinch into a frown.

* “Oh my god Edward! Read the room, I want brooding music!”

* Edward stops, up until then he had been playing a pretty cheerful Mozart piece

* You can tell he wants to ask why, you’ve been radiating joy non-stop since biology. But he decides against it

* “You really shouldn’t eat lying down.” He says as you sip blood while lying flat on your bed.

* “Okay dad.” You snort

* Edward starts to imagine what it would be like if you called him ‘daddy’

* All needy on top of him, your hands curled in fists against his chest, the breathy “daddy please” that leaves your mouth

* All of a sudden he’s ugly turned on

* “Ugh you’re no fun, I’m going to hang out with Rosalie”

* You leave the room and Edward has a total meltdown, is this what a kink is? Is he discovering a kink?!? At 100 years of age?!?!?!?

* Edward.exe is broken

* You don’t even make it to Rosalie’s room, you can smell them a mile away

* Broccoli, sugar and fat, and axe body spray. No peaches you realize with a sigh.

* They’ve only just barely rung the door bell when you open the door

* “Hey what are you guys doing here?”

* Jessica’s standing in front, looking pretty at ease, while Mike and Angela look equally uncomfortable.

* Makes sense, Jessica’s here all the time now either for homework or to watch TV.

* Mike and Angela haven’t been back since your sweet sixteen

* “How did you get down here so fast?”

* “I saw your car from upstairs” you say with a sheepish smile.

* You wish Alice would have given you a heads up, you weren’t planning on pretending to be human right now. Still you probably look raggedy enough right now in sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt

* You can probably pull this sick thing off

* “We just wanted to check up on you, I heard from Mike and Angela you got sick during class.” And then in a more annoyed tone Jessica adds “And I guess you’re too sick to respond to all my texts and calls”

* Oh crap, where is your phone.

* You pat your pockets, and think when you saw it last

* “I left it in my locker” you smack your head. You told Edward to go grab your bag from class but you forgot your phone.

* “Hey don’t worry about it, I can get it for you tomorrow if you want.” Jessica rushes to your side and pats your arm. You shake your head

* “No I can get it myself, I’m fine I just ate something bad.” You mumble.

* You’re not missing school tomorrow. You would literally risk murder to smell Bella again.

* It’s not insatiable thirst like described in the books, more like a craving, like someone might have for nachos.

* It itches at you for a while, but if you just distract yourself long enough you can move on

* “Would you like to come in? I think Esme just baked cookies or scones or something.”

* Esme likes to bake for the smell and donate the food to the local shelter. That, or take it for her employees at her architectural firm in town.

* Firm is a loose word, she has maybe four employees, and they get one job a month, but it seems to make her happy.

* Angela and Mike give each other looks but Jessica perks up

* “Is she making those delicious earl grey scones again?” You sniff the air

* “I think she made some of that orange zest butter too”

* “Omg I am so happy you left your phone at school” Jessica giggles walking inside past you, you hear her greet Esme with a squeal

* “They really are good.” You tell them and your remaining human friends enter the house carefully

* “Soooo where is everyone?” Mike asks taking a look around your living room.

* “Ummm Rosalie’s in the garage, Alice is probably meditating on the roof, Emmett’s at swim practice, and Jasper’s probably at the barn.”

* “What about Edward?” Angela asks before Mike can ask about the barn

* Last you saw him he was playing the piano in your room, but it’s been a while since then

* “He’s probably in his room monologuing about the degradation of the American dream or something.”

* You lead them into the kitchen where Esme and Jessica are already deep in conversation about the wonder of her baking

* “-side is so light and fluffy, how do you get the tea flavor though”

* “Witchcraft.” Esme jokes, giving a full smile before putting another tray in the oven. Only Jessica laughs, the other two are too nervous to even sit down

* “Why don’t I teach you how when you come over next week.”

* Yeah you’re pretty sure Jessica is really only a fan of the “eating” and not of the “baking”

* You’re half surprised when she seems happy at the invitation.

* “Oh that sounds great, I can’t wait for it!” Jessica’s practically beaming

* Where’s Edward when you need him? You wonder what her motivations are.

* Jasper is not going to like this. He’s already irritated enough that he’s kicked out of his own house every Friday when Jessica comes over to watch arrested development

* Before you can say anything to Esme the conversation moves forward

* “Did you guys hear about that security guard that died in Mason county?”

* She’s just making small talk, you know that. But you and Esme instantly tense at the mention

* Carlisle had mentioned he thought there was a nomad wandering through, they were still far enough not to cause the coven immediate trouble, but anything that brought more attention to them was a disadvantage

* “My Dad says he heard from Chief Swan it was probably a wild animal attack” Mike mumbles over a bite of scone, you figured he would be the easiest to win over with food

* You hide a smile behind your hand, he really is like a golden retriever

* “What kind of a wild animal climbs stairs into a building” Jessica mumbles over another bite of scone. And maybe to fit in, or maybe because she’s always been a nervous eater, Angela takes a bite too.

* “Oh wow, these are really good” she murmurs

* Esme Cullen ladies and gentleman, winning the hearts of teenagers with baked goods since 19XX

* “Well you kids stay safe, stay together if you can.” She pats your head and you nod.

* You don’t know the details of the attack, you get the feeling Carlisle still see’s you as a kid and he doesn’t want to burden you.

* But assuming the small changes that have happened have nothing to do with the large changes, that means Laurent, James and Victoria will be passing through soon.

* Maybe it’s for the best Bella doesn’t get involved with Edward until later.

* You’d really like to not get all mixed up in the whole “James Thing” if you can help it.

* “Are you staying for dinner? I’m thinking of whipping up some pasta, maybe a chicken?” Esme looks to you, yeah you have no idea how she’s going to manage that. Besides the baking basics there’s no actually food in this kitchen. And the one upstairs is just for your blood bags.

* “(Y/N), do you think...Carlisle would mind if we used one of... his chickens?”

* His chickens? The only chickens in the house-

* “No Esme! My chickens are only for love and chicken snuggles” and their blood which tastes very leans yet rich. “Not to eat!”

* “It would just be one-we’ll eat your least favorite!”

* You’re really hoping this is her way of chasing the humans out because she doesn’t want to cook.

* “No- oh my god- we’re going to the diner come on!” You say tugging Jessica and Angela to stand.

* “It was great seeing you again Mrs. Cullen, see you next week!” Jessica shouts as the three of them follow you out.

* “Going out? Is that such a good idea it’s late and a school night.” Edward says as he descends down the stairs

* “Oh my god, yes Dad I’ll be home before my curfew.” You say before leaving, cue Edward crumbling onto the stairs as he imagines you calling him “daddy” again

* “I’m going to hell, I’m definitely going to hell.” He mumbles, his face in his hand.

* It’s a really short drive to the diner, also known as the only place to eat in Forks in the mid 2000’s.

*There’s not even a McDonald’s. It’s almost sad

* And when you get there, while everyone moves ahead to the table you see a familiar face.

* “Oh, Hey Bella”

* Your eyes met and you figured it would be rude not to say anything. It looks like she’s here having dinner with her Dad.

*She really does look like her dad, same eyes, same cheekbones.

* “Nice to see you again Chief Swan”

* “Nice to see you too, how’s Carlisle doing? Heard it’s been busy at the hospital.”

* “Yeah, it’s like he doesn’t sleep anymore.” You grin at your own joke.

* “Are you feeling alright now?” Bella asks, she looks genuinely concerned

* “Yeah, I um, made some questionable food choices at lunch.”

* There’s an awkward moment of silence. You get the impression that Chief Swan and his daughter are both the “strong silent” types.

* It looks like they’ve both finished eating already

* If you had known she was going to be here you would have made Edward come with you.

* “Oh hey, do you want to join us for dinner?” It just seems like the friendly thing to do for the new girl, something on-brand with human character

* Definitely not because if you get on her good side now, maybe she won’t kick you out once her and Edward get married.

*Father and daughter exchange a glance and the familiar connection they have makes you nervous.

*“Of course you don’t have to, I know you’re here with your dad so-“

* “I’m sure Bella would love to join-“ Charlie says at the same time Bella says:

* “Wouldn’t it be kind of weird since I already ate.”

* Ah, so they’re not as in sync as you thought.

* You give your best “Golden Girl - You can totally trust me with your daughter” smile.

* “I’m actually not eating either,” you place a hand over your stomach like a human might. “The uh, Clam Linguine is still haunting me, so I’m sticking to broth and sprite.”

* Why did you say Clam? You don’t even eat meat, it’s how you’ve been getting away with eating so little at lunch.

* “not a lot of vegetarian choices” You say to your human friends who nod solemnly.

* Father and Daughter exchange another look likening telepathic communication and they both move to stand

* “I’m going to finish up some paperwork at the precinct, don’t stay out to late.” Charlie says, leaning down to kiss his daughter on the forehead

* You watch with warm eyes and a small smile twitching onto your lips

* Bella is so loved.

* You can’t believe she’s willing to break her dad’s heart just so she can be 19 forever.

* Which, as you are 19 forever, you can fairly say is overrated

* “Hey guys Bella’s joining us.”

* Your female friends offer her a polite smile, you see Angela gaze flick from the menu to Bella’s face. Silently calculating the worth of this opportunity

* Any intel on this new girl would be pretty valuable

* Same old Angela

* Mike sits up straight so fast that he actually knocks his silverware off the table.

* “H-hey Bella, Hi, w-what, what are you doing here?”

* “Eating.” Bella says it so bluntly that you can��t help but laugh.

* Mike flushes bright red and Jessica and Angela exchange a look before giggling.

* “I thought it would be cool if she came over since I didn’t get to talk to her much.” You take a seat next to Jessica and Bella follows by taking the last seat between you and Mike.

* You still catch whiffs of her scent her and there, especially when she’s sitting so close to you.

* But it’s not so bad, the peachy smell is making you a little lightheaded, but you can handle it.

* At least you’re not fantascizing about killing her and everyone in this room like a certain dork you know.

* “Do you guys want to do that promotion where we get the basket of fries for the table?” Jessica asks

* “I don’t like sharing fries with Mike he eats them all.” Angela mumbles

* Yeah you remember last time when after a football game the three of them actually sat down and divided the plate in three equal portions

* They even measured out each fry dividing up the extra long ones

* “Says the person who basically eats ketchup with a spoon.” Mike retorts and Angela scoffs

* “It’s America’s best condiment for a reason Mike.” Angela snaps back

* “I think we’re getting off track, I say Mike buys us all french fries to make up for all the times he hogged the joint basket” Jessica’s teasing but Mike takes it seriously

* “What so I’m a French fry monster now?”

* “Yes” Both Angela and Jessica respond in unison without looking up from their menu cards

* “What do you think Bella?” You’re surprised that Jessica’s the one asking. You get the feeling she’s not very happy about Mike’s crush on Bella.

* “I think Mike should buy everyone their own basket since he has such a bad history with sharing.”

* “You traitor!” Mike mocks hurt and you all laugh.

* You look at Bella through the corner of your eye, maybe it’s just the lighting but she looks pinker when she’s laughing.

* She looks happy as she starts contributing to the conversation.

* “I will say the pie here is really good, I wouldn’t share even if someone paid me to.”

* “Omg yes, the cheery icebox pie is out of this world” Jessica responds

* “I’m partial to chess pie” Mike pipes in and Angela laughs

* “You guys are crazy, the fruit custard they make is the best”

* You grin as your four new friends argue about the superior dessert, watching Bella laugh beside you.

* Welcome to team human Bella

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How would they react if you ask them to dance?

Freddy :

"Heck yeah !"

Freddy is one of the only slasher that is musically cultured. He can spot good hard rock from a mile away. He is a rock and roll fan to the end. Just, put on any hard rock song and you will see his eyes literally sparkle in delight. He would dance with you until the end of the night. Literally.

" Come on darling, let me turn your world upside down !"

He would pretend having a guitar in his hands and laugh while shaking his head up and down with the rhythm. In rare moments, he would actually forget where he is and start singing with the lyrics.

"~She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry..."

Surprisingly, Freddy has a great voice and, when given the opportunity, will make the slashers enjoy a live concert of his. In those moments, not even Pennywise dares make fun of Freddy. Freddy understands your love for old music, and god, does he got the moves ! You swear that when he is dancing, you forget all about who he is and who you are. If you weren't dancing before, you certainly are now. 😂

Surprisingly enough, Arthur would not join right away. He would first see you dance and enjoy himself watching you having fun with the other slashers. But once he is sure that nobody will judge him ? He will join and dance to his heart content. Many people have ways to express themselves, hobbies that help them de-stress..But unfortunately for the slashers, that hobby was mostly killing people. You try to make them see that they can do the same in many different ways. Joker, however, is a very special case, because he actually tried to escape with dance and jokes..People destroyed his dreams. Now, you have to help him get back his hope and the dreams he lost. The first step to do that ? Make him remember what he loved, before becoming the Joker.

" Why do you want to make me believe in something that is gone ?"

" Because I believe in you, Arthur."

He waited for someone to actually believe in him for so long that he can't help but cry at your words. He would then take you for a dance and make you laugh for the rest of the night. He doesn't mind you old-fashioned taste, as he prefers old songs as well, especially the catchy ones.

" Dance ?! Dancing ! Yesss !"

Penny screams while throwing his hands in the air. He loves dancing. It was the only thing he had when he was alone and penniless. He was dancing in the street in his old clown costume, hoping for some generous souls to find him entertaining. However, when he became Penny, his dance became the last thread of his old life he hanged on to. It may have been a way to lure his victims in as well, but it was also much more for Penny. He loves dancing. He is also very good at it, being a very flexible person with a great creativity. His dance may look childish at first, but it's only because he never got the proper training. You asked the hospital to give him some lessons, but unfortunately, they didn't want the dance teacher to become dinner. This is how you had gotten the idea of Friday's dancing nights. It allows the bond between the slashers to strengthen and for Penny to learn more about what he loves.

" Penny dances ! Penny is so happy !"

Well, just make sure he has the dance floor to himself, as you wouldn't want any of the slashers to receive a slap or a kick on accident..He doesn't really care about the music, as long as he can dance on it.

Dance ? What is dance ? When he sees you and the other slashers dance, it makes him think of those teenagers at Crystal lake. He is not too fond of dancing. He will however stare at you and sometimes, even nod his head up and down with the music if he likes it. But, if you try to make him dance with the others ? He will freeze. He is not used to dancing and never cared enough to learn. For a long time, it had only been his mother and him, therefore he hasn't had the chance to make friends or open up enough to dance at parties. He likes watching though. Most of the time, he will stay with Five or Michael, the only ones to understand his predicament. Plus, he doesn't know or understand most of the songs you're playing. He tried to ask you what they meant, but most of the words you used to answer him only made him more confused. Love ? Hope ? Loss ? He doesn't understand them. However, he does understand grief and sorrow. Those are feeling he can relate with as he felt them when he lost his father. When a sad song comes in, he will pay more attention and feel a tug in his chest.

" My boy. You have to live your life as you intended. Don't let anyone tell you what you should or shouldn't feel. One day, the ones who bullied you and called you names will see how amazing you truly are."

The words of his father echo in his head as he listens to the music. He has nearly forgotten about his face, but his voice is still with him, advising him wherever he goes. He just never took the time to listen to him until now. He always thought that his mother was everything he needed, that she was the only one who loved him, but maybe was he wrong after all ? Maybe other people could accept him ?

*internal panic*

He knows how to dance, that's not the problem. It's just that it's been so long that he's afraid he's gotten a bit rusty. This is why you will most likely find him hidden in a corner, watching over you all. At this point, he is more likely to play the role of the quiet big brother who is making sure none of his siblings accidently hurt themselves or have too much to drink. However, if you really insist, he will try to enter the game and make a few tentative steps on the dance floor. But, dont expect too much of him. He is embarrassed enough as it is. However, he will help in the kitchen if you need to bake something of prepare some snacks for the slashers. Another thing to know about Michael, is that unlike Jason that doesn't mind raising his mask a little to eat or drink, Michael will prefer to wait until everybody is gone or asleep before letting himself do the same. He is very keen on his mask and doesn't want anyone to see him without it. So, maybe prepare a little space away from prying eyes for him to have intimacy ? As for the music, he doesn't mind. Everything is fine with him.

Unlike Penny, Pennywise is not that much of a dancer. Penny is a dancing clown, Pennywise is a grouchy clown. He would rather be sarcastic all evening than partaking in the fun. However, something that he is good at is inflating balloons. He will help organize the party and will try to entertain Penny as much as he can. Pennywise may not be a dancing clown, but he cares about Penny. Penny is the closest to family he has left, and even though he would never admit it, he would do anything for him. He is protective of him and if it meant making Penny happy ? He wouldn't mind playing the clown for a night.

" Stop looking at me like that. I'm not gonna dance. You can't make me. Invite Penny instead. He's far more excited to make a fool of himself than me.."

He would reply when you invite him to dance. He doesn't care about the songs, as long as they don't have any curses in them. He loves cursing, but he doesn't want Penny to follow his example. He wants him to keep the little innocence he has left.

(couldn't find a gif with Five, so imagine it's Five in the second gif.)

He will not dance. Not even if you beg him. He will be happy if you leave him alone with the drinks. He will mostly stay with Michael and drown his bad mood in alcool and most likely complain.

"Goddammit. Can't we have decent whiskey in here ?!"

However, if you really insist and he has enough alcool in his system ? He may follow you and make some moves on the dance floor. Maybe.

" I swear you all suck. It seems I'll have to step up to level the game. It's not because I'm having fun or I like any of you, it's just because you bunch of idiots can't differentiate good dancing and monkey dancing."

Five got many classes on how to be the perfect spy while being trained. Let's say that there were some more enjoyable classes than others. He knows how to dance as a result and will steal the dancefloor when given the chance.

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