#and it gives everyone a surprising amount of weight! everything feels like it matters!

[readymades2002]

im still in the first arc so i havent even MENTIONED SURGE MY FRIEND SURGE!!!!

[tteokdoroki]

Aali!!!! I was gonna put this in the tags of your training scenario but got shy :(

but i immediately thought of Gojo!! And like he's not surprised you flipped him over due to you're strength, he has no doubts about how strong you are but it's the fact that he trusts you so much he unconsciously turned off his infinity for you <3 so now he's like !!!!!! because what!!!! but also you're on top of him and you look so pretty so now he's short circuiting double the amount!!!!

Like !!!!!!!! my brain is going crazy thinking about it - 🍓

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. neither strong, nor weak - just in love.

about. combat training with gojo makes him realise just how strong you really are. inspired by this silly post i made yesterday, it wasn’t meant to become a whole thing but it did and now it’s…sad. im sorry. also pls don’t be shy ily :(

warnings. minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact. sfw, angst, mutual pining, slightly unrequited romance, mentions of violence (they’re combat training), death mention, canon!verse, gn!reader.

you’re pissed. 

over the years satoru’s seen a colourful array of emotions splayed against your features. he’s seen joy, laughter, happiness — all of which are his favourites. he wishes he could have seen them more. but also sadness, anguish and a pain so deep he felt like he was dying right alongside you. 

he’s died once before, nearly, but it never could have compared to the feeling he got when you looked at him with pure hatred. because gojo had been the one to hurt you, then. 

you’ve never been one to hold grudges, you’re too good of a person for the world to hold anyone in such a negative light for way too long — but when you do experience these emotions, you feel them all too much and all too hard and everyone can see it too. maybe that’s why gojo picks up on your spike of anger so easily during training today, it could be the sick reason behind how much he’s enjoying you being pissed off too.  

because you wear your heart on your sleeve and your emotions on your face, so gojo knows exactly how he makes you feel — all of the time. “c’mon sweetheart, don’t lose focus. don’t you wanna beat me?” he taunts you, a cocky smile stretched over his lips as he dodges each of your blows, though the shades over his eyes hide the admiration he has for you.  

“fuck you.” you spit back harshly, as if the words scald your tongue. shifting your weight onto your back foot, you take a chance and swing your leg up high, just narrowly missing the silvery mop of satoru’s hair where his infinity goes up to protect him. 

for gojo, it’s easy for things to lose their meaning, slipping away from him like fine grains of sand through his fingers. at times when he should, he finds himself without a care — it’s easier to walk through life not giving a shit than to tie emotions to actions, people and places. if the strongest cares too much then people have to die. that’s why the wielder of the six eyes holds you to such high regards. you’re strong because you’re able to care — no matter what’s in your path or who might stand in your way, and what they might make you feel, you are able to be strong for those in need. 

you feel what satoru can’t. 

“i’ve been waiting all day for that, honey.” he quips back, lifting his shades just a little to bare the full brunt of your aura through his technique. “c’mon, let’s put in a little more effort, shall we? if i were a curse, you’d be dead by now.” 

everything gojo sees is magnified by one hundred, he could detect the smallest of changes no matter how close or far he was from you — and being able to witness frustration build up in your core along with stacks of your cursed energy elicits a pleasant reaction out of him. his head flops to the side, almost bored, despite how the corner of his lips quirk up into a lopsided grin. satoru loves how you’re just teeming with anger, from the top of your head right down to your toes — spreading into your fingertips as your cursed energy balls powerfully around your fist. 

and even though he catches it between his larger hands, the thin invisible veil of his infinity quite literally stopping you from killing gojo — he can still feel that you’re pouring your all into this, into him. even though you’re tired and dripping with sweat while your muscles burn so hot you fear they might melt away, you’re still trying. you still won’t give up. you’re still stronger than he ever could be. 

and he’s practically a god. 

“you would be the dead one if you didn’t have the cheat code to life.” rolling your shoulders, you step back with a menacing snarl and start again — fists flying in the direction of the six eyes as you’re  fuelled by the passion of taking him down. making him hurt. people like gojo piss you off, their existence serving as a reminder that your life is not promised and every step you take is a sacrifice to help them live on. though deep down, you know that you don’t hate him for it. it’s nothing that he could have helped. 

once again, satoru snags your fist before it can even leave a mark on him and draws you in by his infinity. for a moment, you’re scared that he might use it to repel you, harm you  — he catches the flicker of fear in your eyes before you steel your nerves and keep on fighting even as he grabs at your wrists, sweeps your feet out from underneath you and pins you to the hard ground below. 

leaning over your frame as you squirm beneath him, gojo tuts down at you in faux disappointment. “so sad, and here i was, thinking that you were strong enough to beat me.” he says, cruelly. “give up already, princess.” 

in response, you bare your fangs and dig your nails into his wrists — not letting up. “i’ll give up when you’ve killed me.” 

that makes satoru falter. 

it’s only training, really, it shouldn’t even be that serious. but his mind can’t shake the idea of one day sacrificing you for the good of others. for everyone satoru gojo has ever cared about, there has been a day where he has to choose between letting them meet their end and protecting the jujutsu world. that’s the way it’s always been and always will be. it’s not that he thinks you’re weak, that you can’t handle yourself — you’ve proven yourself capable of that time and time again. you’re strong, physically and resilient in your emotions, mentally but you’re only human.

and humans don’t last as long as gods do. 

seizing the opportunity at hand, you squeeze your thighs around satoru’s slender waist to switch your situation and rip your wrists free from his steady iron grip. so now, your positions are reversed, and he’s the one with his arms above his head — exposing all of his vulnerable vital organs. he could have easily kept himself in control and have you squirming below him for hours, but he lets you. he trusts you enough to let you prove yourself to him — just so he can have that moment, that lets you know that the great satoru gojo is not immune to the likes of you. 

he is weak for you. 

his infinity slips away unconsciously just as his back his the the floor with a dull thud — wisps of his snow white hair flying about the place with the motion. satoru lays still beneath you, unmoving like a tree rooted to its spot, and peers up at you through the thickness of his lashes. he watches how you try to control your surprise and how shocked you are at yourself for pinning him down — truth being told that if he didn’t have infinity to hide behind, if he was human, you probably would have been able to from the start. 

“think again,” you breathe, the dip in your voice doing nothing to help satoru’s crazed mind and how insane he is for you. “princess.”

you’re so pretty like this. your eyes are frenzied and and astonished, your chest heaves with every breath you take in desperation to fill your lungs with air and your skin shines with light perspiration from your training. and even then, to satoru, you’re the most precious form of life he’s ever seen. a rarity amongst unpolished gems. every emotion you have right now is laid bare against your features, coursing through your veins and it’s because of him. 

it’s nice like this, to feel weak in the knees and in the heart for someone. to be able to feel your pulse rather than see it as nothing but a flicker of a blue flame with blue eyes. 

he wants to touch you, subconsciously reaching out to brush a thumb over your cheek. “you’re so beautiful.” satoru whispers, his voice low and uneven — causing goosebumps to rise over the expanse of your skin and a soft gasp to lay wet on your lips. 

exasperated tears begin to well up in your eyes, sitting pretty in your lower lash line. you’re so angry at gojo and how you think he sees you but you don’t dare to push his hand away, instead turning your head to look elsewhere. you don’t want him to see you cry. 

“turn your infinity back on. i could kill you.” 

“you’re beautiful,” satoru repeats adamantly, not caring if he sounds like a broken record. “you’re strong. stronger than me.” you’re pissed at him too , for looking down at you. for all the things he’s said that hurt you without meaning to. your grip on his wrists loosen along with your hold on your emotions. “i wish i could be weak enough to love you.”

“i said turn it back on, gojo.” 

“look at me, please.” 

“gojo.” 

“please.” 

your shoulders sag with a shaky exhale, all of the fight you had leaving you as you sit on top of him — looking down at him. “what?” comes your quiet mumble, not daring to flinch away as his thumb traces over your bottom lip without the gentle hum of his infinity.

“i love you.” 

if you were at any other point in time, satoru’s words would have had you melting over him like butter in a pan. you would have been weak enough to say it back and let him overwhelm you with longing. because if this were any other point in time, you would have needed satoru gojo like you needed air to breathe. like you needed him to live. 

but things are different now, there’s a concrete wall built around your heart to fortify it and you’ve grown to become immune to him. like gojo says, you are strong and while you know that you always have been — hearing him admit that makes you realise you don’t want to prove your worth to him anymore. 

you would much rather have him kill you instead. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Perfection

Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol

Description: A passing comment makes you feel terrible about yourself. Fyodor and Nikolai disagree.

Set between Surprise and Sick Day

Warning: OOC. Body Insecurity. Hateful thinking during eating. Rude comments. Reader have hateful thoughts about themselves. English is my second language.

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You were in one of the many fast food restaurants in your city. Today you have a movie night and need some snacks for that. You were waiting in line for your turn to make order. Meanwhile, you read the menu once again. Maybe, something new was added.

Movie night was time full of unhealthy food and different movies, starting with classic films and ending up with any trashy movie you could find.

Today you were going to watch a bunch of Halloween movies. "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" and "Ghostbusters" with everyone. And, after kids go to bed, you will watch "Bram Stoker's Dracula" just to hear Bram's comments about vampires and "Nightmare on Elm Street".

You knew, that tonight's going to be fun.

"Hello, how may I help you?" asked the cashier. They looked a little bit interested in everything, that happened around. You smile.

"Hello. I will have seven big buckets of fried wings and five big french fries. Thank you."

You took money from your pocket and put them on the counter. You knew, how much you need to pay, it wasn't the first time you made the order.

Cashier's eyes widen. He looked at you from head to toes. He mumbles.

"I-It will be ready in a few minutes..."

The cashier disappeared behind the kitchen's door. You start waiting. You decide to have a better look at some pictures, that were on the wall.

While you were looking at them, you heard hashed voices coming from the kitchen.

"What? Seven buckets of fried wings and five big french fries? Won't they burst?" said an unfamiliar voice.

"They immediately took the right amount of money from their pocket. It looks like this is not the first time they have made this order. It's quite obvious, really. Just look at their... cheeks... hands... stomach... Look at their everything!" The cashier from earlier answered.

You saw his reflection in the window. He was pointing at you and making some gestures in the air. Like he was trying to draw a sphere in the air.

You became still. You tried to tell yourself, that their opinion shouldn't matter, that they just bored and thought that you were an easy target.

"They looked like a balloon. A barrel with lard!"

You grit your teeth. Will you two stop and give me my order?

Finally, they became bored and returned to the kitchen. In a few moments, you finally got your order.

You glare at the cashier, but didn't say anything. Soon you will be home, having a good time with your friends.

You stomped away from the restaurant, holding bags with food in your hands. For one moment, you saw your reflection in the restaurant's window.

Your... cheeks do look chubbier.... And arms...

You hurry to the car. Kunikida was waiting for you.

You put bags on the back sit and sat on the front passenger seat.

You were silent on your way home.

You were staring at your reflection in the car window.

Were your cheeks always that chubby?

________

This evening was too cold for a summer evening.

So you decide to put on your jacket.

New jacket... That just month weeks ago was big to you.

New jacket, that now you could hardly put on you.

Small... It was small for you.

You decide, that you aren't that cold.

_________

The table in the living room were full of junk food.

Popcorn, nachos, tacos, chips, fried wings, french fries and soda drinks.

So tasty... So unhealthy...

...so much food, that will make you fatter...

The movie was on...

And each snack you ate felt like a rock in your stomach...

_________

After movie night was over, you locked yourself in your bedroom.

You take a better look at yourself in the mirror.

You have gained weight.

It was impossible, not to do it, while living with BSD Cast. Ivan was a good baker, Junchirou's cooking was amazing, Kenji could fry a steak better, than in any fancy restaurant, Kyouka's cooking make you want seconds, and it was impossible to say 'no' to food, that was cooked by Fyodor and Nikolai.

And how you can refuse to share snacks with Ranpo, or not have a tea party with Kirako and Naomi?

You decide to lose some weight... Do more exercises, then usual.

And ate less...

________

You manage to skip breakfast.

You just said that you were too tired and want to sleep some more.

They didn't ask you any questions.

You manage to skip lunch.

You pretend to be sleeping. Still.

You were forced to have dinner.

You couldn't sleep all day.

You are dinner with everyone. For dinner, you had mushed potatoes and pork.

You ate some mushed potatoes...

...your hips will be even wider...

You ate some pork..

... your stomach soon will look like you swallowed a globe...

You were smiling and talking with Atsushi, discussing last news...

And ate... Ate... Ate...

...they were right, you are a barrel with lard...

It takes your everything not to make yourself vomit after the dinner. If you didn't lose weight...

... soon they will leave a fat ball like you...

Everything is going to be okay... More exercises and less food... It will help...

________

For one week, you were trying to lose weight.

You train with Hunting Dogs even harder than before.

You didn't notice worried glances, that Teruko and Fukuchi cast at you. You didn't notice Jounou's attempts to make you rest. You didn't notice Tachihara's and Tetchou's hesitation, while they were exercising with you.

You didn't notice, that you looked less and less healthy.

_________

For one week, you skipped meals.

You find any excuse you could. Any reason you could find.

"I am not hungry" "Sorry, I need to finish something for my university" "I need to be somewhere right now, will have dinner in the city."

You choose to ignore worried glances.

You didn't manage to skip meals completely. You ate some fruits and vegetables every day. Not enough for a real meal.

You refused to have snacks with Ranpo. You choose to ignore, how hurt he looked, while hearing your 'no' for the third time in a week.

You refused to drink tea with Kirako and Naomi. You choose to ignore their questions, if they did something wrong.

You ignored, that you became more and more weaker.

______

You were banned from going to the training area. Something about you needing some rest and stop overworking yourself.

You could protest, but Gide and Verlaine, who were guiding the entrance to the training area, didn't look even slightly interested in hearing your arguments.

You couldn't do anything, so you return home.

And you immediately were greeted by Nikolai and Fyodor. Kolya grinned.

"Hey, [Y/N], let's have some lunch! I made pampushky¹ and Fedya made borscht! You will like it!"

Borscht and pampushky...

... even more fat...

... what if, back in May, Fyodor only asked to cuddle with you, because you were fat and warm, and he was cold?...

You lick your lips and mumbles.

"I can't... I must go to the library... In university library..."

Fyodor and Nikolai stared at each other.

Fyodor spoke. His voice was soft.

"Myshonok... Today is Sunday."

You close your eyes. What reason... Any reason...

You opened your mouth, trying to say something else, when a small bun was carefully shoved into your mouth.

"Here, Birdy, try it.... Please, just eat something..." Nikolai's voice sounded pleading.

You want to spit it out. But you had no other choice, but chew.

Fat pig... Hideous creature... You can't even hold yourself together...

You swallowed.

Before you can say something else, a spoon was put into your mouth.

Borscht... Warm soup... With meat and cabbage...

And sour cream...

"Myshonok, you need to eat. Stop starving yourself." Fyodor's voice was firm.

You will gain more weight... Even more clothes won't fit you...

You swallowed.

You looked at Nikolai and Fyodor. Both of them looked happy, that you ate at least one pampushka and one spoon of borscht.

And you despised yourself.

Nikolai took a step closer to you. He put his hands on your shoulders.

"Was it good? I sure, it was. I will bring another one... Oh, and a bowl of Fyodor's borscht! Just let me..."

You didn't know, what made you do this, but you were so close to screaming at Nikolai for giving you bread. You want to hurt Fyodor for forcing you to eat soup with sour cream.

hurt them hurt them them them make them pay say that you hate Them say that you hate them hurt them HURT YOURSELF

SAY THAT YOU HATE THEM

You open your mouth...

...hate them for what? For being your friends? For sticking around? For spending time with you? For worrying about you?...

...When was the last time you ate? Have a full meal and not a piece of apple? When was the last time you spent time with others? Were you even talking to Hunting Dogs while training? Did you say 'hello' to them...

You let out a quiet sob.

And immediately were pressed against Fyodor's chest. He draped his coat over you.

"Коля, я сейчас пойду и поговорю с Мышонком. Пора докопаться до правды. Сможешь сделать так, чтобы нас не побеспокоили?²" Fyodor's voice was calm. His grip was strong. You heard Nikolai's voice.

"Я це зроблю. Вас ніхто не потурбує.³" He sounds... worried. He stepped closer to Fyodor and lift the coat.

"Please... I miss you..."

He softly rubbed his cheek against yours and stepped away.

Fyodor's coat were once again draped over you.

You didn't resist, when Fyodor start leading you somewhere.

_____

The door closes behind you.

Fyodor removed his coat.

Both of you were in your room.

Your breathing was hard.

Fyodor was just standing here. Looking at you.

He spoke first.

"Myshonok, what's going on? You haven't eaten for one week, you hardly talk to anyone. We are worried about you."

You didn't answer. You were just swallowing tears, that were running down your cheeks.

You feel Fyodor's breath on your ear.

"[Y/N], please, talk to me."

You finally found your voice.

You told him about cashiers. About your sweater. About your insecurities. About hating yourself for eating food. About wanting to hurt Kolya and him just moments ago.

When you finish talking, only your sobs were heard.

Fyodor carefully squeezed your shoulders.

"[Y/N], everything about you is perfect. You are perfect, both inside and outside."

Your eyes met with Fyodor's purple eyes. They were so soft, so full of hidden affection. His hands cupped your cheeks.

"You aren't disgusting. You should not change because of some random person comments. And you only hurt yourself. You were almost starving all this week, you stopped talking to any of us. You try to make as many exercises as Tetchou normally do!"

Fyodor put his face closer to yours.

"Please, don't hurt yourself. If you feel down, just came to any of us. We all love you and want you to be happy. And for me..."

He kissed your cheek.

"For me, you are nothing less, than a perfection."

His eyes were so warm. You sobbed and hide your face in his chest.

He was warm. His embrace was everything you need right now.

"I... I..." you can't form a full sentence. Fyodor whispered, petting your head.

"Shhh... It's okay... It's okay... It will be okay..."

Fyodor took a step back, without breaking the embrace. He opened the door. You hear footsteps.

Now you were hugged by Fyodor and Nikolai at the same time.

Now you were sure, that everything is going to be fine.

_______

After you calm down, Fyodor, Nikolai and you had lunch together. It's not only was tasty, but very filling.

Then you three had a movie marathon. You were nested between Fyodor and Nikolai. A large bowl of popcorn with butter, salt and caramel was placed on your lap. It was tasty.

You had dinner with everyone. They were so happy, seeing you again. You felt, how the rest of your worries and sadness disappeared.

But, the last of bit of your sadness truly disappeared, when you were laying on your bed, in a middle of Fyodor and Nikolai cuddle sandwich. Your head were laying on Nikolai's chest. Fyodor's face were pressed against the back of your head.

Before drifting to sleep, you feel, how Fyodor kissed you on the back of your neck.

And whispered.

"Ты само совершенство, [Т/И].⁴"

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1. Pampushky - a small savory or sweet yeast-raised bun or doughnut typical for Ukrainian cuisine.

2. Russian. "Kolya, I’ll go and talk to Baby mouse. It's time to get to the bottom of this. Can you make sure we won't be disturbed?

3. Ukrainian. "I will do it. No one will bother you."

4. Russian. "You are a true perfection, [Y/N]."

[sweet-as-an-angel]

HIIII!!!!‼️‼️‼️‼️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

I haven’t been on lately, I have some other questions too but genuinely I just want to get this out of the way because I genuinely want him so bad😭😭

So, it was my birthday yesterday and I’m just gonna be honest man, it was not good. I’m twenty now but it just feels weird?? Like I don’t know what’s happening?? I barely even celebrated, I wasn’t given the chance.

So how would Dominic be on his beloved’s birthday?? Would he do anything special?? Throw them a party with gifts?? Just genuinely anything his strange ass would do??

It can be taken as SFW, NSFW, or both!! It doesn’t matter to me🫶🫶

I hope you are doing good and all is well!! :]]

Oh also, would you ever consider writing anything for Hotch from criminal minds?? I’ve had the most INSANE crush on that man for years now, i’m just genuinely curious.

-🦝

Hello there, my Sweet 🦝 Anon ! Happy (late) birthday <3 ! I understand how difficult life can feel when you're thrown from one life stage into another, but I would like you to know this: everyone develops at their own pace. Everybody takes different amounts of time to acclimatise to new situations, so don't feel the need to rush into adulthood and its many daunting expectations ^^.

As for your birthday celebrations, I do hope you'll get the chance to fully indulge in them on your next birthday. But don't feel like you need to wait until then, my Sweet ! Celebrate whenever you want to because every day is a blessing; you don't need an excuse to pull out the festivities to mark the passing of another year, my Dear <3 !

Also, yes, I absolutely WOULD consider writing for Hotch - I have a monster crush on him, too ^^

As for Dominic:

TW: Manipulation, Vague Implication of Suggestive Material, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

♡ You just KNOW Dominic's going to use this special occasion to: a.) make it all about him (and his crippling saviour complex), and b.) spoil you silly.

♡ He organises a surprise party for you. Has a failsafe in case you hate it - to pin the whole affair on Marilyn, accrediting her for this wonderful party - despite inviting an optimal number of guests to keep you within the zone of relative comfort; not too many to lose yourself in, but enough where you can retreat with ease.

♡ At the first sign of discomfort, he's absolutely going to swoop in like the self-perceived hero he is and take you somewhere quiet, somewhere where you can open up to him, thank him for rescuing you from the stuffy atmosphere of the party, etc.

♡ Just stroke his ego, basically.

♡ He knows he needs to buy something inconspicuous enough that you, your family and Marilyn won't feel uncomfortable with him giving such a luxe gift. but it also needs to be extravagant and personal enough that you'll appreciate it.

♡ He'll settle on something the two of you discussed in private - something borderline utilitarian so it doesn't end up a decorative paperweight.

♡ An article of clothing, an ornate lighter, a novel so rare its publication is believed to be a myth; those sorts of things. Items that carry weight - both physical and emotional. But things you could never afford yourself.

♡ Objects that will indebt you to Dominic. Even if your birthday is supposed to be one of the few times of the year where you can receive gifts without feeling the need to repay those who give you them.

♡ Dominic can't extinguish the prickle of his ego swelling as you approach him after everyone's splintered off into their groups, thanking him profusely for your gift before asking him with a soft smile when his birthday is, what he'd like, and...how did he know it was your birthday, anyway?

♡ He smiles.

♡ "I know everything that happens in this neighbourhood," he tells you. A lock of hair slips before your eyes. He tucks it behind your ear. Can't have your saintly view of him obscured now, can he?

♡ "It'd hardly do if I didn't know when my favourite neighbour's birthday was, would it?"

♡ You figured he could've gotten that information from absolutely anyone.

♡ And he'll let you keep believing that fantasy for as long as he needs. Especially since seeing you with your beloved birthday gift fills him with a makeshift warmth that he believes is love.

♡ Dominic has never truly cared for birthdays - both his own and those of others - but for the first time in his life, he can't wait to see what you get for him. What little surprise or favour he can pull from you when it's just the two of you alone.

♡ And trust, he'll do everything in his power to make sure you're more than willing to bend over backwards for his thanks by his next birthday.

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Okayy, time to finally talk about it. Kawi is an interesting character to watch. I kinda hate him, (he's getting out of that zone slowly. tis still true) but he's interesting. In the start of the show he has something of a 'Cinderella complex' minus the naive optimism. He thinks he's the victim of every situation and he did nothing to deserve it. He also weirdly feels entitled to good things as a result of it failing to realise his own hand in said situation.

Many other people have done a wayyy better job of explaining his selfishness and double standards. So, I won't go too deep into that. Now with the show in its last stretch though, there's been a surprising change. He's still selfish. Not as much as before but he's still the center of his own universe. And, the sole ownership of these time-travelling powers have given Kawi this twisted sense of solipsism (the belief that you're the only real person in the world, but in this context what I mean is he thinks he's the only person with agency in this world).

Obviously, he doesn't actually believe that others don't have a mind or choice in this world, but whenever he's in the 'past' he very clearly cares little about what happened in the previous versions of the past. He is in it with the sole intention of "fixing the future" so to speak. So the characters, their feelings, their opinions- don't matter to Kawi till he goes to the future and sees how it morphed long-term.

We've seen this in the show over and over. Even when he tells Pisaeng about the time travelling, he says "I'll fix things," by dating him. Like Pisaeng doesn't have a say in the matter? The lack of self awareness is even more astonishing because he didn't learn through his relationship with Pear in the future, that his relationship with Pisaeng might just end the same way. Like, buddy. Come on...

I doubt the show will end with Pisaeng and Kawi not being together, but I would maybe like a reboot where he realises he needs to stop being so self-centred. I already think it's unfair that Kawi gets so many chances after stringing Pisaeng along for god knows how many years. Even if forgotten, both he and the audience deserve an apology from Kawi for that.

I have a whole tangent about time-travel stories without rules and the brain glitch it causes my brain to try to figure out the continuity, but putting my logical disbelief aside, a time-travel story serves a certain purpose for character arcs. So, i wholeheartedly believe we needed to hate Kawi at the start for the story to make sense.

But right now, he still has too much power. He's starting to realise he can't change everything, no matter how hard he tries, but he's still attributing that to the universe. He's not giving enough weight to the people around him.

He's also impatient, immediately wanting to know if he "fixed the future" after one decision change, when in reality this future 10 years in the making needs to be lived in for him to realise why it turned out a certain way.

He still doesn't seem to understand why Pisaeng left after the beach that day (not really anyway) or why he's so desperate to keep him. Not to mention he doesn't acknowledge the emotional rollercoaster that he's been putting everyone around him through. (Max needs a pay raise with the amount of therapy he's been giving everyone 😞).

I'm curious to see how the show handles it (if it does so at all). But in conclusion, I will not fully be team Kawi till he stops thinking he's the only person in the world.

[loudlypanickinginvenezolano]

It was a cold, windy nigh. This old castle they had made into their temporary base exuded an almost overwhelming feeling of loneliness, and a phantasmagoric melancholy hung on them, even at this late time.

Shadow knew he wasn’t the only one awake.

It surely felt like he was. Then, there is a pleasant surprise visitor.

A long yawn threatened with having his already sore jaw broken, his whole body shuddering as a somewhat heavy feeling settled itself over his shoulders and pressed against his back, weighting him down ruthlessly to a point he was sure his knees would collapse under him.

He was tired.

Ohhh, so tired.

With a flicker of his wrist, coffee grounds were added to a pot with water, eye measuring the exact amount as of right now he really couldn’t be bothered with the idea of searching for a teaspoon.

Mhh. Did his body suddenly sway?

Fuck.

His hands went to his face, carelessly rubbing his eyes free of tears as another bone-shattering yawn attacked him, without bothering on being careful with getting stray fur on his eye, or even rubbing his eyelashes the wrong way.

Helplessly, he stared at the pot, silently willing it to finish quickly, were he to succumb due to weak knees in that very spot.

Being completely honest? By that point he was still in function purely because coffee, and well, the most bitter of spite his body was capable of producing. And that was saying something.

He groaned, resting his elbows on the counter and letting his body sag forward, the lulling promise of a sweet short nap trying to wrap itself around his mind, begging relentlessly for him to just give in and get that sleep his mind so desperately wanted!

But he couldn’t!

There was no way on hell he was lowering his guard right now, with so many badniks and bands running as they wished across the place, tormenting people to their hearts content and playing around as if this was a no-one land!  

If there was something Shadow couldn’t forgive, was how people was trafficking food and necessary medicines for almost thrice their actual price in this moment of need, playing with their own people lives with so little care, sucking them dry from everything they had gained or managed to keep during the war and the progress of rebuild.

And boy if it wasn’t a slow process of rebuild.

He knew, of course he knew, that you didn’t build a city in a few days, that you didn’t go over fallen buildings and pick it up completely in a few hours, or that you couldn’t bring back those who were lost and were needed back home even if you had 5 years’ time.

It was going to be a long, and rather hard time. For everyone involved.  

And…He was sorry, maybe he wasn’t right. Maybe Mobius was going to do the thing they were best at and would surprise him and make him eat his words!

…

But he doubted it.

He didn’t have that hope Amy and Sonic and everybody else seemed to preach to the rest. He didn’t have it on himself.

Ahead of them was a long ride. A bumpy one, no doubt.

Were things going to be better? Yes, indeed they will! But It wasn’t going to be a smooth progress. As a matter of fact, He was certain that they were going to be thrown back in their progress constantly, and that sometimes, that same progress was going to be blown to nothing by the very people they were trying to help, needing to start anew once, and once again.  

Even when G.U.N. and many others agencies tried their best to contain and counterattack the damage, their world has been dealt a heavy punch, and it was rattling even now, long months past the start and the end of it all.

Many were discouraged. Scared. Hopeless. A few were surprised, many were plainly disgusted.

And he understood. Hell. Maybe better than the rest.

Shadow knew by heart how much could people change in the span of a year, and how frightening was seeing those changes in persons you once knew.

If they could turn into emotionless machines in a theoretically save environment, what was he supposed to expect after an actual war where everyone thought the battle was lost? That everything was hopeless?

They were raiding the very Resistance equipment and lying on their forms to get merchandise they could then re-sell at out-righteous prices!

He understood if anyone else didn’t want to acknowledge it, but for him? It was pretty clear they had entered a war with anyone else that weren’t themselves.

Profiteering out of someone else´s pain.

Ha. Fuck them all.

Even as he got lost on his thoughts, right now, Military forces kept marching and spreading like a disease across…everywhere, trying to control the situation by their own, forceful if he can add, means.

It was like the marching rhythm on their step was simply trampling on Shadow´s heart every time he saw them pass, taking with their cold gazes whatever warm the citizens have managed to get back on this day.

Sometimes, it was like watching the dead move. Pained, downcast eyes stuck in an unwilling puppet.

Sometimes, not even them were all right.

…It hurt to see.

It was a sight that took away his will of live, and that seemed to have the same effect on the viewers close by.

It made them hopeless. Like the bright end was further and further everyday no matter how hard they kept fighting to revive their country.

Their planet, actually.

It was a silent war, all again, all over. 

Shadow had to fight with Eggman´s pawns, and then, he also had to fight the very people he was constantly trying to save, and that probably, were also trying to just get by… and in their blindness and greed just choose the worst option of them all…then he also had to fight with G.U.N. higher ups along with The Commander, and, wasn’t that a surprise? They actually seeing eye to eye?

Surprisingly, all it took was a goddamned war. 

And then, because things just couldn’t wait to get better, he had to wittingly deal with politics. Those damned things, and laws, and complicated wordings that made his head hurt.

Then fighting the corrupted forces that just kept popping up, as disgusting and quickly like cockroaches. 

Of course.

That’s what you did in your usual Wednesdays, isn’t that right?

And finally? Fighting with the very people he worked and lived with because suddenly everyone decided to be an ass?!

Fuck him sideways!

Chaos! Just fucking dealt him the final blow already you coward!!

“You should go to sleep” came a subtle whisper, an agile hand reaching up to turn off the stove. Sonic hip´s bumped into his own, a barely there, blink and you miss, look of pure concern flashing through his face. “And you should also stop with the coffee, dude. You are inhaling this thing as if it were water. Leave a bit for the rest, could ya?”

“I think I am old enough as to choose when and what do I do with what I do, Hedgehog. And I bought the coffee. Is mine.” Shadow mumbled without bothering in straightening his posture, picking up the pot with a lazy gesture and starting to filter it. The steam danced in front of his face for a while, the feeling and smell of the coffee awakening him a little bit.

He welcomed it pleasingly.

“Weren’t ya like, hm, chronologically 11 this year?”

“Those are…68 years for you, dipshit.”

“Ah. So you are going to change your age depending on what suits you the most?”

“What would be the advantage of it being unknown if I weren’t to?” a fleeting, small smirk crossed Shadow´s lips, and a little but powerfully genuine smile split Sonic´s face, making the dark hero snort and look away. He didn’t want to think about how short lived and scarce were these becoming ultimately. “I thought you were sleeping, Sonic.”

“Yeah. I also thought the same.” The blue hedgehog looked around, analyzing the little makeshift office Shadow had settled in these last days. Many things were… well.

It was chaotic and messy, and yet, he could tell there was some rhythm to it, certain…order in all the mess. It took him a while to realize it, but everything could be packed in the blink of an eye, ready to go at a second´s notice… Wasn’t that a bit paranoid?

In some way, it reminded him of Tails… And how this very tactic usually failed the fox.

He snorted, ignoring Shadow´s suspicious glance, as he took the place in with rapt focus, curiosity surging on his heart.

The other let him be, as he usually did, silently indulging him in the harmless, mundane things.

Without realizing, silence fell on them, but it wasn’t awkward, nor looming.

It… it was calm. A welcomed calm. It didn’t ring on his ears, and it didn’t felt forced, nor expecting.

This place was grounding, somehow. He couldn’t really tell why.

Maybe it was the light, or how the open windows let the noises of the night drift in or the smell of faraway carried in by the wind.

Hey! Maybe it was that lil candle in the corner!

Maybe how messy and known was this actually unfamiliar place. The soft clink as Shadow stirred his coffee lazily, with eyes half lidded and full with longing for sleep.

And a mind filled with nightmares that kept them both awake.

Maybe it was Shadow´s nature on itself. Secure, quiet and grounding until he decided not to be, and all got dyed in a characteristic scorching red. The almost lazy waves of his strong chaos energy signature rolling off to him, small, loopy red wisps being assimilated by Sonic´s own body unconsciously. As always, they felt warm, carrying now the smallest of hints of sleepiness.

Maybe it just was that this felt lived in, and there wasn’t any feeling of oppressing loneliness robbing him of his breath.

Why did it matter? He didn’t know, neither.

Suddenly Sonic wasn’t drowning anymore.

Wasn’t that okay?

“You, on the other hand, really need to go back to sleep. For real, you are going to scare everybody into holiness if you don’t get your night. What would be the fun, then, if I can’t put the fear of god on them myself?” Thanks heavens Shadow wasn’t looking, so he didn’t catch the slightly alarmed expression on Sonic´s face as he startled back into focus.

What nonsense was Shadow even talking about?

Ahh. Too much for a quiet nature…

He watched as the black hedgehog rummaged through some boxes stashed at the far corner of the room, finally coming back with, Sonic greedy eyes noticed, two package of Pocky´s on his hand. He settled on his right side, reclining in the table Sonic was sitting on top of, seemingly ignoring the salivating hedgehog. However, a Green tea Pocky soon found its way to peach hands, and the blue speedster lighted up immediately, much to Shadow´s honest amusement.

“I am serious, hedgehog. You need to back to sleep.”

“That is quite rich comin from ya, you know?”

“Surely. It doesn’t make my statement any less true.” Shadow straightened, walking towards his little ´´ working desk´´ with a slow step, sitting and sinking on the bigger than it should, chair.

You didn’t hear this from him, but…It almost looked like the thing could swallow him up.

Heh.

Sonic snickered at the mental images out of his brain-pit, and Shadow, acting as the mature individual between them, obviously, threw him a rock without looking up.

Sonic cackled loudly through the pain in his now sore nose.

´´Just where did that come from?!´´

Honestly, he didn’t need to seriously search on the other´s face to know he was fine, playful even, instead of truly angry or annoyed, unlike before, where he would need to stay alert and wary in all times; So, he was unfazed even in a situation like this one, even daring to laugh from his belly at the unexpected outcome.

He now could tell (CoffCoffBrag.) with confidence that he knew what to look for in these instances. Even if he slipped from time to time, because well, no one was perfect.   

It had taken them a long while to get to this point in their friendship, to understand each other even if slightly, a task not made easier with Shadow´s initial scarce use of words and the lack of communications skills on both parties, but it was okay, truly! Sonic liked it as it was, and he was sure Shadow thought the same.

It was comfortable. Theirs. It felt nice, even if Shadow would deny it to the end of the time.

The trust was still there. The bond, if you may.

It didn’t mean Sonic didn’t enjoy poking fun at the ebony every time he had the chance.

 “Aaaweeee. Why are you so rude, uh?”

“Do you want that pocky or not?”

“He-hey buddy! Calm down! We don’t play with that.” Sonic scrambled immediately, holding the package close to his chest and taking a step back, much to Shadow´s pleasure.

Welp. That backfired quickly.

It goes without saying, these kind of treats were actual treasures! They had been sold less and less, as many emprises went bankrupt or just couldn’t sell their merchandise or even produce, and if you managed to find them, their prices kept going up without ever stopping!

That or they had Eggman´s insignia and or designs on them.

How did Shadow found them, with their original package and no egg-related detail? It was unsure, honestly. But he was the guy to go to if you wanted something…if you could pay his price, that is.

A gift like this was not the be treated lightly! To suddenly loss it like this, are you kidding him?!

“Shut up, then. I don’t mind taking candy from children, you should know it already.”

“What children? Dude, I am older than you for a year! Or something!”   

“If thinking like that lets you sleep at night, be my guest. Pass me my Janik, if you could be so gentle.”

“Your what?”

“Janik. What I hit you with.”

“Ah. The rock… Kay.”  Sonic shrugged before jumping down the table, squinting slightly at the floor as he looked for, eh, Shadow´s rock.

Thinking about it, that… wasn’t something he thought he would end up doing like, ever. Even less today.

He really didn’t have a lot of expectations for the rest of the night after waking up from a hideous nightmare, but. Still.

You do see his point, right?

But oh well. His life could never spell normalcy, and in the big scheme of things, looking for a friend´s rock at whatever-in-the-late-late-night time while in an ancient castle of all places was… more probably to happen than fighting against Chaos themselves, to name something.

Just. Why did a rock have a name? why did Shadow carry it with himself?

Does he seriously need to squat down like this while looking for it?

And while he is at it…Just HOW could it get lost just like that?!  

He huffed, irritated with who knows what at this point, really, before starting to mumble annoyed incoherencies that had Shadow biting a smile. Sonic was…truly a curious being, ah.

The actual, whole Chapter is about 4000 words so I´ll just post half first?

As I said, I´d really appreciate some help...

[littlecactiguy]

hi! This is definitely out of the blue, but I saw this post before when I'd generally do a short writing exercise, and then these 750 words I wasn't planning on doing happened.

I hope you like it (and can delete this reblog if you don't)

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Ruby doesn’t tell her. Not at first.

She almost does, when her excitement to see Penny again is met with a curiously cocked head, a blink, and a confused “Do we know each other?” But, in that moment, Ruby’s surprise leads to her hesitation, and a siren from a couple streets over steals Penny away.

She almost asks about it during the ensuing conversation with Pietro, but the revelation of Beacon (of her) being too painful for Penny to remember causes Ruby’s tongue to feel like lead. She lets Pietro assume she, like everyone else, simply knew Penny in passing as a friendly face at Beacon. The others, mostly her teammates, give her weird looks, but they follow her lead.

Then, the AceOps arrest them and there’s more pressing matters to be dealt with.

The next couple days speed by, and between figuring out how much they should trust Ironwood, the mission to the abandoned mine, and receiving her huntress license, Ruby doesn’t have a chance to seek Penny out.

Pietro offers to update her equipment like he does everyone else’s. Ruby asks for time in a workshop instead. It’s not that she doesn’t trust him. Or like him. He’s nice. Friendly. He just wanted to protect his daughter. Understandable. She gets it. (She was too painful to remember.)

Penny, of course, still comes to their mini celebration in Amity Arena. She can’t eat the cake, but a fairly-large(ish) sized group of new operatives around her own age who seem to at least know of her (and could be potential friends!) is definitely of interest to her.

Ruby doesn’t miss how the others, especially Yang, keep quietly maneuvering them together. Penny does. If she recognizes how easy (how familiar) it is to fall into a rhythm of joking around with Ruby, Penny doesn’t show any outward signs of it. That said, she does stay close to Ruby the whole time during the party.

Ruby knows she should tell Penny then. Pull her aside and spill it all, but the words are a tangled knot in her head and, more than anything, she just wants this moment to just be. Fun and silly. Warm in her chest where a hole that she never thought would fully heal had long since settled. She’ll tell Penny. She will. Just not right now.

(What if they don’t get a moment like this again? Will it have really mattered? Been worth losing this brief spark of good.)

(She’s too painful, remember?)

Then, the mission board comes out, and Penny shoots her such a glance of wanting, of hope (the fact that Penny still can’t seem to hide any emotion she feels from being written across her face makes Ruby ache), that Ruby immediately takes the mission escorting kids to and from school. It’s not as dangerous as any of the others, and earns her a not insignificant amount of teasing, but it’s in Mantle. Penny’s the Protector of Mantle. It just makes sense.

Ruby will tell her when they’re alone together.

Which is an endeavor that’s more difficult than she hoped. Being on a mission means giving her full focus to that mission and whether or not Penny will also have a free moment afterwards generally falls into the ’not’ category.

They manage to capture a few moments regardless. Usually by seeking each other out. But each moment is so relieving to have, so fleeting to hold, that to fill it with the weight of—too painful to remember—feels…

Ruby is Penny’s friend again now. That could be enough, right? Ruby has her memories. Penny isn’t hurt by hers. It’s…fine. Sure, it doesn’t feel like it, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t.

It can work. This can work. Everything’s can be fine.

It ends in a cafe.

Heavy rain darkening the world outside. Ruby shivering. Penny almost snuggled up to her in the booth, while letting herself run a little hot to warm Ruby up.

“Ruby?”

“Y-yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

Penny looks down at Ruby, tucked against her. Her eyes almost seem to glow in the dim light. “I feel like…” she hesitates, but keeps going. “I feel like I’ve known you longer than I have. You’re…” Her eyes study Ruby, searching for something her heart tells her is there but she doesn’t know how to describe. “I know you.”

Finally, after a long moment of no sound but the rain and the quiet murmurs of the other cafe patrons, Ruby softly answers, “You do.”

a what if: penny is rebuild in atlas, but instead of coming back with all her memories, her memories were altered to remove her time in vale to ensure she'd have no leftover negative effects from her "death" mentally (pietro's reasoning would be more in line in not wanting his daughter to have those horrible memories, etc).

personality-wise, she'd still be the same penny she was at beacon, but she'd have no memories of ruby and the rest. for the Angst™, of course, but also to add another layer of dehumanization penny goes through due to her nature.

penny's still a person with a soul, too, and just as the heart rarely forgets, her soul wouldn't forget either; it just takes some time to remember, is all, and despite penny's altered memories giving her no reason to spend time with ruby & co and her work schedule leaving her no time to form new friendships to begin with, ruby would still do her damnest—desperately so—to get her friend to remember.

and she will. with enough time and patience, she will.

[aemonds-sapphire]

Coffee Run - Hawks x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hawks simply wanted to enjoy his coffee in peace, but you had needs of your own, especially knowing he was entering his rut. You know what they say... be careful with what you wish for, because you just might get it.

Warnings: NSFW. Rut!Hawks. Feral Hawks. Public sex. Breeding kink. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink (brief mention). Featherplay. Slight overstimulation.

Word count: 3.7k

Hawks was nearing his rut. That much was clear. Keeping up an easy going appearance was what he excelled at, until he hit that particular time of the year. Until he was forced to take that medication that would suppress his primal instinct to breed.

But rarely anything in this world came without bearing unpleasant consequences.

“I’ll just have the usual. Thanks.”

The young waitress then turned to you expectantly. “And you, miss?”

You pondered for a second as you eyed the pro hero sitting in front of you. To anyone oblivious to the changes occurring in his body they might think he was just not a morning person.

An idea popped in your mind all of a sudden.

“I’ll have a strawberry lollipop,” you finally said, causing Hawks to briefly lift his eyes from the phone in his hand. “What? I have a sweet tooth.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. He was still glaring at you, one fuzzy eyebrow slightly arched.

“Just that? It’s not a proper breakfast.”

“Neither is coffee, yet here we are.”

He shrugged at your response, shifting his attention back to his phone.

Coffee was his personal mood booster. It was dangerous to demand anything from a rutting Hawks until he had drunk an unhealthy amount of it.

The sun was barely out, and that was exactly why he’d choose this café. Only a few people would be there, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with loud fans walking up to him and asking for selfies or autographs... or even hugs. It was perfect to hide from everyone how moody and snappy he could get in times like these.

But you figured he still wasn’t taking the medication. He always dreaded it because of how groggy and lethargic it’d leave him.

“You okay?”

He had his index finger flicking up and down on the screen. “Sure.”

But what Hawks didn’t know was that... well... you knew what why he was acting so unlike him.

Soon after, the waitress came back with a large cup of coffee and your lollipop that you promptly snatched from the tray with a smile.

Hawks mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and you watched him take a few gulps of the hot beverage, while you removed the wrapping.

He sighed in pure relief as his huge wings vibrated from the instant pleasure. “I really needed this.”

You also reckoned he needed something else.

Sliding the round candy in your mouth, you propped your chin on interlaced fingers, regarding him quizzically.

“Is that all you need?”

The apparent innocent question had his golden eyes meet yours. However, you needed them to travel south, so you parted your lips seductively and dangled the lollipop from one corner of your mouth to the other with your tongue.

Bingo.

Hawks’ eyes dropped to your mouth in an instant, taking in the sight of you skilfully twirling the stick while letting out some lewd wet sounds.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I love sucking...” you said innocently.

The cup in his hand cracked lightly from his tight grip, and a faint frown settled on his beautiful face.

“You sure you okay?”

For someone who was able to maintain an wavering smile not matter the circumstances, Hawks really was falling behind his reputation. Maybe it wasn’t wise for you to keep pushing him like this. All the innuendos and teasing would eventually get him to snap.

You kept on sucking and licking the hard candy happily, eyeing your boyfriend with utmost interest.

He took another sip of his hot coffee, and you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. Undoubtedly, the visual of you sucking on something was a enough to spark his arousal.

“Hmm... this tastes so good...” you moaned softly, fluttering your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Want to taste it?”

When he didn’t reply, you decided to take it up a notch. You kicked off your shoe and moved it to touch his leg.

He arched an eyebrow.

Slowly, you began sliding it up his leg and only stopped once you’d reached his inner thigh.

“Stop...”

You let the round candy caress your bottom lip, making sure he could see strings of your saliva sliding down to coat your tongue. Mustering a bit more courage, you dragged your feet until it reached his crotch.

Hawks was hard as a rock.

“You’re so warm...” you whispered, rubbing your foot against his cock.

You could tell he was about to snap.

“Hawks? Honey, look! It’s Hawks!”

You quickly turned your head to look at a young couple that was approaching your table. It couldn’t be avoided. Even in the early hours there would always be someone who was a fan of Hawks.

Hawks was forced to regain his composure, and you figure it was taking every single fibre in his body to produce his trademark unwavering grin.

The woman seemed a little hesitant at first. “Are we interrupting something? I’m so sorry... we are big fans.”

“You are such an inspiration to us,” the man added with excitement.

“Thank you!” Hawks beamed, his beautiful features never betraying what was going on under the table. “Want an autograph?”

She quickly nodded, rummaging through her purse to get a pen. “Our baby will love you, too. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hawks visibly swallowed. “Baby?”

“Yes! We found out we’re going to be parents last week.”

You side-eyed him closely. Inwardly, you started cackling in delight, knowing far too well this was one of Hawks’ most intimate triggers. It was far too obvious that being in his rut made it all much worse for him

“Congratulations! How is everything going?” you inquired sweetly, applying gentle pressure on his covered erection with your toes.

He shifted in his seat, doing his best to cope with the sudden stimulation coming from you.

The woman seemed taken aback by your kindness and quickly bowed her head while handing the pen to Hawks.

“Oh, the morning sickness can be quite draining, but otherwise I can’t complain.”

Her partner handed Hawks a copy of a magazine that had him on the cover. He blushed awkwardly. “She keeps it in her purse in case we run into you so we can get an autograph.”

“That’s awesome,” he said genuinely, his voice slightly strained as he drew his signature on it. “Thanks for the support.”

The couple retrieved the magazine and bowed to both of you before walking away.

“That is so cool...” you said, twirling the lollipop stick in between your thumb and index finger. “I wonder what it feels like being pregnant.”

Hawks moved your foot away from his crotch. “Bathroom. Now.”

Your mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, sliding your foot back into your shoe. “Why?”

He rose to his full height as his red wings quivered slightly. “I’m done with you.”

Placing the hard candy back on its wrapping, you gulped as you followed his lead. The café had started to get more clients, and some of them shot a few glares at the winged hero.

The waitress was eyeing both of you. “Is everything okay?”

Hawks shot a brief smile. “She���s not feeling well.”

He certainly had a way to have things go his way.

She looked at yo worriedly. “Should I get help?”

Hawks hurried you into the bathroom, before adding. “She’s with the number two pro hero. I’m all the help she needs.”

Point taken.

Hawks pulled you into a small cubicle, shutting the door with a kick. You heard the lock rattle and you took the opportunity turn around to face him. His massive wings struggled to fit inside the confined space, which caused him to look more menacing as they coiled up against his body.

“You’re rutting.”

His pupils were fully blown and you briefly saw something flash in his eyes. “Of course you know.”

“I know a lot of things,” you cooed, dragging down one hand to squeeze him through his pants. “You’re not taking your medication.”

You’d been dating Hawks for a few months now, and you found out that he went through a rut every year by mere chance. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots after hearing a phone conversation between him and someone from the commission — you assumed it was a doctor —, who insisted that Hawks had to take the hormonal suppressant medication to lessen the effects, allowing him to function properly.

“I don’t fucking need it,” he snarled at you through gritted teeth.

“I think you do... if you’re so willing to fuck me in a public bathroom,” you whispered seductively, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “I wonder what made you snap... was it the conversation about pregnancy... or—“

Hawks had had enough of your running your mouth, and with little effort on his part, he flipped you over so that you were now pressed against the bathroom sink, a tall mirror capturing your surprised expression along with his feral one.

“No, little bird...” he growled, hooking his gloved fingers in the belt loops of your pants. “I am not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna breed you.”

It was a dark promise, and one you knew he could keep. After all, that was the purpose of a rut: to breed. Every single cell in his body was prepared for this, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend this sudden shift in Hawks’ demeanor didn’t make your pussy clench.

Your hands were supporting your weight by gripping the edge of the cold material of the sink, and you tentatively leaned forward in an attempt to brush against his crotch.

Hawks slid one hand to your front, effectively undoing your pants. “You’re ovulating... fuck...”

That caught by surprise. “What...”

He shifted his body on top of yours, so he could nuzzle your neck, capturing your scent.

“I can smell it... fuck...fuck... you need to be bred...”

In one swift motion, he yanked your pants down. Hawks was usually so much more gentle with you during sex; this was definitely something unexpected, but that you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning.

On the other hand, you considered his words for a moment. Did he really mean it? Did he really want to knock you up, or was this just his hormones talking?

Either way, this was turning you on beyond belief, and you decided to egg him on.

“You want to breed me?”

He was nipping at your neck, causing a few of his moans to be heard. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

“I need to knock you up... I need you tummy all swollen with my baby,” the young man kept mumbling more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “I need your... your...”

A gush of wetness leaked out of your pussy as you felt him fumbling with his belt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see a faint blush settling on his face, increasing his handsomeness by a tenfold — you didn’t even know how that was possible.

“My what...” your voice came out in a low mewl, keeping your hips swaying at a steady pace.

Hawks undid his pants at once, and gave your ass cheeks a few slaps with his leaking cock.

He gripped your hip tightly. “Let me see your tits...”

You kept yourself balance on one hand as the other dragged the fabric of your shirt up, rolling it just above your breasts. Hawks released his cock, bringing his hips forward to have it slide between your round cheeks; you could start to feel the wetness coating your skin and standing your panties as he kept humping you. His free hand moved to grasp your bra, jerking the material down and finally exposing your hardening nipples.

Hawks heaved a deep breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your body through the mirror.

“Can’t wait until they get bigger... full of milk... leaking for me...” he brushed his gloved thumb across your sensitive nipple, causing it to harden even more. “I bet it will taste so good... so sweet... you know I love sweet things.”

Your mind was going blank from all the pleasure being delivered to you at once. From his cock slowly fucking your ass cheeks all the way to the way he was glaring at you through some public bathroom mirror while spitting out the filthiest things you had ever heard him utter.

He snapped his hips hard for a split second, almost causing you to lose balance, forcing you to grip the sink with both hands, eyes still fixed on the way your breasts bounced softly along with each shove from him.

Slowly, he dragged his hand to your lower abdomen, massaging it with spread fingers. “Fuck... I need to feel it getting swollen... gonna knock you up so good.”

Streaks of precum were sliding down your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind and sending jolts of pleasure running down your spine.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna make you cum fast,” he suddenly said.

You weren’t really sure why he was apologizing for that, or even how he intended to achieve such feat. Hawks was more than capable of pleasuring women, but even the most skilled man certainly had his limitations when it came to how fast they could make a woman reach her high.

Even so, apologizing for giving someone an orgasm probably ranked up high with the likes of “Sorry, but I’m going to give you a new house” or “Sorry, but I’m going to give you an unlimited supply of money”. Out of all the things he could feel sorry for — like desperately banging you in some public bathroom, for example—, that one should be the least of his concerns.

As if reading the skepticism splattered across your face, he gave you a knowing smile, and before you could even wonder what he meant by that you felt something poking your covered clit.

What the...

“Hawks!”

You didn’t expect desperate Hawks to play fair, but this was on another level. The fabric covering your soaked pussy was being pulled to the side, and in no time a velvety object started proving your pulsing clit.

He was using his feathers.

Now you knew what he meant by making you cum fast, the bastard. The sensation was overwhelming, and you vaguely wondered why he had never tried this before.

“Shh... I need you to cum first, so I can have your pussy milking my cock,” he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Be a good girl and keep your voice down.”

With one hand still caressing your tummy and the other squeezing one breasts softly, you tried hard to bite back your moans as his feather kept stroking your clit as he commanded.

You started panting heavily, drunk in pleasure. “I... I... Hawks...”

Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to keep quiet, he brought the hand on your breast to clamp it over your mouth.

“You’re so ready for me... I can feel the vibrations through my feather... you’re throbbing so much for me, baby...”

And it was the absolute truth. Your were absolutely sure his feather was already drenched in your juices, but you didn’t care at all. A few more flicks and strokes sent your hips into auto-pilot, trying to get more friction.

Long and drawn out moans erupted from your throat only to be muffled by his gloved hand.

You could feel something in your core swirling and shifting and through the haze of passion, you could tell it was the tension building up inside you that was reaching a dangerous peak.

“Good girl... t-that’s my girl... getting ready for me to breed her...”

His dirty talk served as the perfect incentive for you to get closer and closer to the edge. You saw your vision begin to tunnel and suddenly you fell headfirst into the explosion of pleasure that had your arms and legs shake violently, and you thanked the heavens that Hawks’ body was pressed against yours, or you’d have sunk to your feet.

But before your pussy could stop contracting around nothing, you felt your body being pushed forward and in one quick slide, his cock was buried deep inside you.

Hawks’ hips faltered for a second as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck!”

The feather brushing your clit stopped its ministrations, and as your field of vision started clearing, you saw it hovering in front of your face. It was completely covered in your juices and a few droplets dripped onto the sink. His hand fell to grip your hip, and your lips immediately parted in a silent scream as overstimulation took over.

“Keep it open... lick... lick it...” he groaned, his voice strained and shaky as his cock endured your contractions.

You extended your tongue out, allowing is feather to drag along it, pooling your wetness on your tongue.

Hawks’ reflection shivered before your eyes at the newfound source of pleasure. “F-fuuuck... just like that...”

His wings fluttered as so did the feather stroking your muscle, and even though your orgasm had already subsided, the never ending stimulation from his thick cock hitting deep inside you was just too much.

“I’m gonna lose it! Fuck!” he nearly cried out, ad you could only pray that no one could hear him outside.

Your knees bucked weakly as he snapped his hips into you once, twice and again closing in on his own release, but the moment you ran your tongue over the sensitive extension of his body you knew he was done for. He bucked up to meet your hips in an especially sharp thrust and you could feel the hot gush of his cum deep inside you, coating your trembling walls, mixing with your own juices.

He hadn’t lasted long, but you weren’t at all surprised, considering how much the vast array of different stimuli that he was subjected to in such a sort amount of time.

A few seconds ticked by, and he finally began pulling out, you pussy reflexively clamping around him as if to make him stay.

“Stop clenching like that before I get hard again...” he warned, giving your ass a soft smack as he slid out completely with a loud slurping sound.

You whimpered softly as emptiness filled you instead. As you were about to straighten yourself, you felt a blob of cum threading to spill, and Hawks promptly kept you leaning forward.

“I didn’t just fill you with a big load for you to waste it all,” and with that, he dragged the tip of his cock along your leaking pussy and pushed it back inside. “There you go... all stuffed again.”

The head of his cock didn’t stay inside you for long, and once he slid out you reached for paper from the dispenser hanging on the wall.

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

“I need to clean myself...”

“No, you don’t,” Hawks whispered sweetly into your ear, and you felt him tug at your panties before letting the fabric slap your over sensitive clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Certainly, he didn’t mean that....

“Hawks... I can’t walk around with your cum dripping from me,” you stated as a matter of fact.

You saw his reflection in the mirror; he had a devious smile dancing on his lips, making your insides coil in sudden realization.

“Didn’t you want me to breed you? Then keep my cum inside your tight pussy,” he began, planting soft caring kisses on the side of your neck in between. “Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”

Feeling your panties sticking to your swollen lips with the aftermath of both your juices and drops of his cum made a shiver run down you entire body.

You nodded once.

Suddenly, he bent over slightly to grasp the waistband of your pants, quickly dragging them up your thighs.

“Time to go,” he huffed as one of his gloved hands brushed along his unruly golden locks of hair. “This was just meant to be a quick coffee run.”

There was a faint smudge of pink crossing his nose and resting on both his cheeks. He looked positively less tense, with his blush being the only indicator that he had just emptied his balls deep inside you.

He unlocked the door and exited first, but not before shooting his Hawks-like smile at you. “I’ll be going ahead to pay and deal with the fans.”

You chuckled as the door closed, and turned to look at your reflection in the mirror while adjusting your clothes. “Well... don’t look at me like that. He’s impossible to resist, especially like this...”

After you were done washing your hands, you took a few steps immediately feeling a few drops of cum dripping onto your panties. You clenched your pussy hard in the hopes of preventing more from spilling.

This was not going to end well.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and were met with the waitress. “Oh! Are you alright now?”

Yeah, I just got fucked hard and I have cum leaking from me. “Yes! Thank you, and sorry for leaving like that... I really wasn’t feeling well.”

She nodded in understanding, stepping aside to let you walk into the lobby only to see a loud commotion of people piling up around something. Big massive turfs of scarlet feathers quickly gave it away and you smiled fondly.

Hawks.

A few girls standing nearby were giggling to each other, catching your attention.

“Oh my... he’s so much more handsome up close,” one said with a dreamy sigh.

“His wings are so pretty...” the other murmured.

Yes. Hawks had that effect on nearly everyone he crossed paths with. In one way or another, people had the tendency to fall fo him and be drawn by his quirky personality. Even if at the end of the day, once he got home, you could see the wearing effects of having to keep up with this society’s standards.

As the crowd began to disperse, he waved a hand at you.

“It was so nice to have you here, Hawks,” the young waitress blurted out as you two made your exit. “Please come again!”

The number two pro hero bowed his head and gave her a thumbs up. “I’m sure I will. Very soon,” he winked at you.

Very poor choice of words.

-

Masterlist

[rin-itoshi]

mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

[pitifulidiot]

Time

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count // 1547

Warnings? Fluff!

wow, another writing piece? wild! anyways, i hope you enjoy this! thank you for taking the time and reading this.

The stove clock was a bright red, it was the only thing illuminating the kitchen. 2:06 AM, it read. Causing you to huff as it mocked you, squinting your eyes once you flicked on the lights all too quick, nearly stumbling once the lights blinded you. Sleep was having a hard time greeting you tonight, you had tossed and turned for nearly three hours and you just gave up. You didn’t want to disturb Steve any more than you might already have.

Ever since Thanos was defeated everything seemed to slowly settle down. Steve had decided to put down the shield and hand it over to Sam. Steve wanted to feel a little normal, he still would go and help if ever needed with some very simple things like helping lift something heavy. But, thankfully he hasn’t been called in to help with anything extreme and hopefully it wont happen, because well, Steve needed a break. He still got up each morning for his run, and each morning before he went he would kiss your cheek and you would respond with something smart. “Don’t work out too hard old man.” Or “if you break a hip just call me and I will pick you up.” Which usually earned you a playful smack to your bottom and the sound of Steve’s laugh which caused your heart to swell.

Steve still kept in contact with the avengers of course, Tony liked to hold family dinners out at his cabin three times a month and it was always nice to see Steve catch up and mingle with everyone and talk about anything and everything that had happened in the short or long amount of time since they had all gathered together.

But now wasn’t the time to reminisce on things, checking the clock once more you noticed that it was now 2:27. Of course you got distracted for the past twenty one minutes, letting out a tired laugh as you made your way further into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and shifting your eyes over the contents. You were exhausted, but strangely not tired enough to fall asleep.

You let out a groan once searching through the fridge and not finding anything that seemed appealing enough, the only thing it seemed to give you was the chills from how cold the fridge was. Being tired just made it easier to be cold. Shutting the fridge softly you soon made your way to the pantry, hoping and praying to find something that was appealing enough to consume.

Moving around a few cereal boxes before once again letting out a groan, there was nothing.. well, there was food but nothing that was good enough in this moment to cure your boredom. You closed the pantry door and turned around before gasping in surprise at the sight of Steve leaning against the kitchen entrance archway, his sleep pants low on his hips and arms crossed over his white tank top and a sleepy smile pulled on his lips.

“You scared me!” You soon mumbled out, one hand grasping your chest while the other hand was still resting on the now closed pantry door letting out a shaky breath as you tried to calm your racing heart. His smile seemed to only widen softly at that, shaking his head at you as he crossed the kitchen over to you, resting his hands on your hips and pulling your smaller frame against his. “Why are you up?” his voice was raspy, sleep still thick in his voice as he questions you, his hands rubbing soft circles against your hips through the shirt you wore- which of course was his. Sighing, you let your head lean forward and rest against his chest. “I just couldn’t fall asleep.” You had mumbled out once more, words muffled against his cotton shirt. As you spoke his left hand moved from your hip to rest against the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair that was still tangled from the tossing and turning you did nearly a half an hour prior to right now.

“Why didn’t you wake me up then? I could’ve kept you company, honey.” Steve said softly, gently rocking you both side to side. You pull away from his chest after a few moments, his hand moving to push some of your hair out of your face which caused a giddy smile to pull at the corners of your mouth. No matter how long you two have been dating you will always feel like a teenager in their first relationship, heart fluttering and the urge to squeal ever present.

“You need the sleep old man, I couldn’t wake you up!” You replied, your smile bright and playful, having to hold back laughter at the shocked face he makes at you. “That was uncalled for, you little minx.” He said with a growl, leaning down and rubbing his beard against the side of your neck and face, causing you to squeal and start to lean back with laughter. His hands held your hips to him so you wouldn’t fall back and to keep you in place. Your hands grasped onto the side of his face as you tried to push him off, but this man was too strong for you to do so.

“Steven Grant Rogers!” His laughter only intensified at your words, starting to pepper kisses across your neck and down to your collar bones and over your shoulder blades as your shirt slipped over said shoulder. Once he was satisfied with the amount of kisses he hummed quietly, pulling away to look into your eyes. After since he retired he seemed lighter and more happy, a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Steve struggled with things like everyone else did, but because he was a superhero, people didn’t realize that he was like us- just a little bit stronger physically. He loved being an avenger, but it was time to let go and start the rest of his life. Steve always wanted to grow old with someone, have a couple kids and live in one of those cozy family homes with a white picket fence, have a dog and maybe a cat too. And now that it was just you and him that could start happening, I mean you two already had the house.

His smile was a content one as he looked at you, “Lets go dance in the living room.” He soon said, taking a few steps back before gently grasping onto your smaller hand, pulling you into the dark living room. He switched the kitchen light off, you two having to stumble a few feet into the dark living room, the only sounds were the both of yours quiet laughter and the padding of feet. Finally he managed to switch the lamp light on, “Are we gonna dance to music or-“ He soon cut you off, putting his hand up to silence you with a playful shake of his head. “I am old, im getting to the music, one step at a time.” He said as he made his way to the vintage record player that stood in the corner of your cozy living room. He placed the record in, dropping the needle. Soon soft music drifted through the room. A smile never left his face, making his way to you, presenting his hand and bending down ever so slightly.

You placed your hand in his, taking a step closer to him as he did so as well. You let your right hand rest on top of his left one, his right hand resting on your waist and your left hand resting on his right shoulder. Soon the two of you started to sway back and forth, he kept his eyes trained on you as you stared up at him. The both of you had sweet- yet tired smiles.

“I love you.” Steve soon mumbled out after a few moments of swaying, you hummed after he spoke, leaning your cheek against his chest. “I love you too, I am sorry for waking you up.” Once again his hand started to rub circles into your hip. “Don’t be sorry, darling. Nothing to be sorry for at all. I would rather be awake with you than sleeping alone.” You let your eyes fall shut, inhaling deeply before exhaling softly. He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, letting out a chuckle once he noticed you yawn.

He pulled around for the second time tonight, this time over to the couch, you of course followed him willingly. You would follow him anywhere. He sat down onto the sofa, pulling you onto his lap as he laid back down and letting you rest lay on his frame. He pulled a blanket over you two before reaching his arm back and pulling the string on the lamp, letting darkness embrace you both. “Try and sleep, okay?” His voice was quiet and seemed far away as you had started to fall asleep rather quickly, tiredness finally catching up to you. Steve let his blue eyes drift to the clock by the TV, it read 3:04 AM. Soon he fell asleep as well, the record player still playing quietly.

[staysuki]

🍭 BITTERSWEET LIKE CANDY (III) | h.hj smau

070—SEE YOU IN ANOTHER DAY.

warnings: mentions of sickness, hospital, death, angst.

word count: 4242 (meaning of life)

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when he first met his friend, he never would’ve imagined that he’d ever see her in this state:

frail, weak, unenergetic.

nayeon carried herself like a proper lady, just enough air of responsibility but also the perfect amount of cheerfulness—the girl on the hospital bed, barely able to smile, is not nayeon.

is this what his mother looked like before her last days? is he witnessing the last days of his friends?

he balled his fists tightly in denial. no.

just a few days ago, she was doing fine.

but hadn’t he learned that things don’t alway remain the same way that they did? that change, no matter how abrupt and negative, always happens when you least expect it.

“hyunjin-ah, you look like you want to strangle someone with a pillow.” nayeon spoke up, taking hyunjin out of his daze. his features relaxed as he heard her soft voice, still trying her hardest to remain strong.

but everyone in that room knew that she was in pain, and suffering.

“i’ll strangle you if you don’t get better.” he replied, nayeon simply scoffed at him. she appreciated that he still tried to remain calm and treat her normally. it was definitely an improvement from the bumbling mess that he was earlier.

unfortunately for nayeon, it was jae’s turn to do that.

“you haven’t said a word in 10 minutes, that’s very unlike you.” nayeon pointed out, pinching jae’s arm. he’s sitting by her bed, just looking down in solemnity, he’s probably trying to stay quiet because if he tried to speak, he’d burst out in tears again.

hyunjin almost bursted out laughing when he saw jae panicking around the hospital lobby, screaming for nayeon. one would think that he’s visiting someone who came from an accident. he shed silent tears, and hyunjin is almost surprised at how the two seems so naturally attuned to each other despite only starting to have gone out recently.

perhaps the world knew that they were on borrowed time, any slower and they’d regret it.

“i wish you told me.” jae spoke up, looking at nayeon as he rubbed slow circles on her palm.

“and then what? what difference would it have made?” she replied, still with her snarky self.

jae shrugged, not knowing what difference it would’ve made either, “i don’t know… then maybe i would’ve pursued you harder or something. is this why you keep pushing me away?”

nayeon shrugged.

“i know you like me. you wouldn’t have given me a chance if you didn’t, especially in your situation.” jae pointed out, making nayeon smile.

“well maybe it’s because i wanted to be a bit selfish for myself too.” she replied.

hyunjin gave them some space and privacy for their conversation, he knows they badly needed it. nayeon wasn’t the heartless kind. if she didn’t have any feelings for jae, she wouldn’t lead him on, especially if she knew that she might not be around anymore.

but still, she took the risk for him.

“it’s time for your exhibit soon, right? go on, hyunjin. i’ll watch over her and nona.” jae said, looking at nayeon’s grandmother passed out on the couch. the old lady may not show it, but no matter how many times she’s seen her granddaughter in this state, she’ll never get used to it. she’ll never get used to the fear and anxiety that it brings.

hyunjin says goodbye to both of them before leaving, he’s been staying at the hospital ever since he knew and his lungs are clogged with the scent of medical supplies. the first whiff of fresh air definitely gives him the much needed boost in his energy.

jae is definitely the biggest surprise in his life. at first, hyunjin didn’t know what to make of his olive branch but the more he accepted the man as an older brother figure in his life, the more weight was removed from his shoulders.

when jae had learned about hyunjin’s situation, he was able to look past everything and start to care for him, even at his little sister’s expense—jae, himself, didn’t really know why he did that but all he knew was that it felt like the right thing.

hyunjin’s phone pinged in his pocket and suddenly, he remembered everything happening in his life.

his grandparents are already at the exhibit.

he still doesn’t know how to talk to his father.

he’s adjusting to his new relationship with you.

and jooyeon keeps asking if he can borrow his shampoo.

dismissing the last text, he heads straight back to campus, not even bothering to change clothes—the artist doesn’t need to look extravagant, the art will speak for itself. that’s what hyunjin believed.

sure, he knew that he was a good looking guy, but there was so much more to him than just that.. and he’s definitely more than thankful to the people who see that.

speaking of people—he still doesn’t know what to make of his recent conversation with han jisung. although angry at first, he couldn’t help but still feel empathy towards the young man. he was messed up and needed help, hyunjin just wishes that he’s getting that help he needs now.

“bruh, what took you so long? everyone’s been clogging your side of the exhibit!” ryujin shouted immediately as she saw hyunjin from a distance, walking towards the entrance.

she’s quite the boisterous girl, yet hyunjin liked that about her. she wasn’t just noise, there was depth to her persona which allowed an odd friendship to bloom between the two. if seungmin knew, he’d definitely think that he’s getting replaced by some other cool person.

“what do you mean?” hyunjin asked, confused, as ryujin pulled him towards his area.

“people love it, obviously!” she rolled her eyes, as if wondering why she has to explain the most obvious thing in the world.

a crowd was stood in front of hyunjin’s piece, and it seems like all eyes landed on him when he arrived. the brightness of the gallery contrasted the dark palette of his own works, yet it seems to stand out among the rest of the collections.

“hyunjin.. this is wow—” his professor came beside him, speechless and in awe at what she’s seeing.

there, in front of everyone, is a portrait of a rose—not just any rose, but his mother’s rose. he cut out the canvases so that the visual and shape of his display would imitate that of the actual rose, his own replica of the structure. it was very close to breaking the rules, although he found the loophole that it’s still technically different pieces. because each shape of the rose paints a different scene of a mother and her child—dreams, hopes, wishes of what hyunjin wanted in his life.

for him to have spent time with his mom.

every petal, every stem, every thorn, he put his heart out there hoping that the world could hear his inner child screaming from within.

compliments shower him from all over, praising his genius and asking about his inspiration. the piece definitely spoke to a lot of the people observing it. tears pinch his heart yet he held them in, he’s had enough crying this year.

preoccupied with conversing to the people around him about his piece, he almost forgot the sole importance of his piece—he froze in his spot when he saw his grandmother in the distance, looking at him fondly.

when was the last time a family member looked at him that way? he couldn’t remember.

it was so bizarre that he didn’t even think the look was for him until she strode across the room and gave him a hug. hyunjin didn’t know how to react, this was new to him, his brain almost short circuited.

“samuel, this is absolutely beautiful, your mother would be so proud.” he nodded at the words, not knowing what to say.

now he understood what jae felt, swallowing his words just so he could choke back a sob. he forgoes the lump in his throat and straightened himself up before thinking of what to say.

“thank.. you..” that was the best he could do.

“nice to meet you hyunjin, i’m mr. park jinyoung, i’m your grandmother’s personal butler. so happy to finally meet you in person.” the man beside his grandmother offered his hand, hyunjin shook it with gratefulness.

“oh, nice to meet you. thank you for taking care of her.” he answered politely.

“he’s such a handsome man isn’t he? he’s been serving our family for a while now, he came with me because your grandfather is too busy to make the trip but he’s also just as proud as you. i even sent him pictures right now.” his grandmother clutched his arm in fondness, once again, hyunjin can only nod.

“i’m under instruction to fetch your things right this instant so we may prepare for our flight later on. you can say goodbye to your friends and family here, though i assume you’ve already done that?” mr. park jinyoung said, catching hyunjin off-guard.

jinyoung’s eyebrows raised in surprise, though he could already tell what hyunjin’s expression meant, “you haven’t told anyone.”

hyunjin shook his head, “i wasn’t sure how to.”

“take your time.”

he nodded gratefully. he couldn’t find it in him to say that he’s still having second doubts about leaving—especially since he recently just started to find his footing in this place.

though that’s something that he can bring overseas. he doesn’t have to stay here just to keep doing what he wants to do, so many opportunities are opened when one accepts change.

he already told seungmin, and nayeon already knows. in his mind, those are the only two people that hyunjin holds in importance—but that’s not really true anymore.

there’s jae, there’s the rest of the kims, ryujin, and you. people he hasn’t really said goodbye to.

but farewells are something he’s never really been good at.

so he just won’t do it.

“hyunjin!” a familiar voice echoed at the side, his ears suddenly perked up as he saw his therapist, katie, at the side, holding a bouquet of flowers and handing it to him.

he hugged her tightly, feeling her warmth spread all throughout his system. without knowing it, she became one of the most prominent figures in hyunjin’s life, the closest he’ll ever get to having a mother figure.

“i’m so glad you could make it!” he said, happiness apparent in his eyes.

“of course i would’ve! i wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

hyunjin explained the meaning of his piece to katie, although the older woman probably could already tell what it meant after her first look, she knew everything there is about hyunjin after all. she knew his worries, troubles, and triumphs. and she’s more than happy to see his growth all throughout the years.

on your side of the gallery, splashes of digital color adorn the walls through screen projections, although some of your classmates complained about the distortion and the negative effect on it’s quality, once you’ve seen the displays, it was hard not to get mesmerized.

you’ve always loved and appreciated the beauty of art, the different kinds of it. so your veins are filled with ecstasy as you wander around the gallery.

though it’s noticeable that one person isn’t nearly as elated as the rest.

“you okay?” you looked at lia's display and then back to her. the contrast between her bubblegum pop aesthetic and her current disposition is almost satirical.

she nodded in surprise, taken aback that you suddenly talked to her, “yeah, just… tired.”

“you’ve been seeing jooyeon right?” you asked in curiosity since your friend often leaves a lot to imagination whenever he’d answer questions.

she just shrugged, “not really, i guess. i mean, he’s leaving tomorrow so..”

“yeah.” you didn’t know what else to say. has it always been this awkward around her?

“i really messed everything up right from the beginning huh?” she laughed coldly, you felt bad but didn’t really know what to say.

“are you and ryujin still…?”

“oh no, we’re alright now but like, i feel like, if i hadn’t been such a wacko, i’d be around better people.” lia said, lowkey dissing her friends right now.

“we live and we learn though, right?” you gave her an encouraging pat. although she still felt tense, lia appreciated the thoughtfulness behind your action.

you cross the gallery and look around the traditional mediums, you’ve seen hyunjin’s piece before he got here, and definitely before a huge crowd blocked view of it from afar, and it definitely shouted his feelings.

a sudden tap on your shoulder puts you back to your senses, looking back and seeing hyunjin. he gave you a small smile which you returned. suddenly feeling shy at his presence. “wanna walk around together?” hyunjin offered.

you nodded, “yeah let’s replace that old exhibit memory we have together.” he laughed at your reference and gladly offered to take the lead.

“i’m really sorry, for you know, hurting you before. when we were kids.” hyunjin started,

“i mean, seungmin literally only remembered you as the ‘dirty muddy girl’ because i always pushed you at the sandbox back then.”

you laughed at that, feeling nostalgic and missing seungmin’s company. he used to be so apprehensive, although everything had a rocky start, you probably wouldn’t’ve met seungmin if not for hyunjin. you’ll forever be grateful for that.

you just shrugged, “we’ll call it quits, it’s not like it’s one-sided anyways. remember when we had that squabble and i gave you a black eye?”

hyunjin lips tugged into a small smirk at the memory, “yeah, poor ms. song had to interfere between two ratty kids.”

“and for some reason, all the girls at the playground thought you were so cool and hot with your snotty nose and bruised eye even though you were like, 8.”

he laughed out loud, probably cringing at himself, “yeah, i remember having to explain to my dad what happened.”

“sometimes, i wonder what it would be like if things were different.” you muttered quietly, he didn’t answer, so you assumed that he didn’t hear it.

as you walk around the different displays and look at each passing piece, hyunjin suddenly spoke out of the blue, “then we’d probably be like chocolate and candy.”

he looked at you sincerely, as if portraying a hyunjin from a different universe where you two didn’t become so hateful towards each other.

“what do you mean?” you asked, although you had a feeling of what he was trying to imply.

“that we’d be able to talk normally and get to know each other in a better way.” he shrugged.

“you know that we are candy and chocolate right?” you said with a small laugh, hyunjin just hummed in agreement, not knowing what to say.

what he said before was right though, it does feel weird knowing each other’s identity.

you both got to know each other on a blank slate, and now that it’s mixed with years of history, the feelings clash and try to fight each other in a state of confusion. but one thing’s for sure, you’ve always liked candy, you’ve started to like the person behind those words on the screen, and here he is, standing in front of you, staring in your eyes as if he felt the same.

because deep in hyunjin’s heart, he knows that he does.

but he doesn’t have the courage to say it. he doesn’t deserve to.

he doesn’t deserve you.

the sweetness behind chocolate was something that he selfishly kept to himself, something that he never knew he badly needed in his life.

but now, he knows it’ll be unfair if he continues to keep that selfishness. not when he thinks you wouldn’t want him anymore.

“will you be joining us at the afterparty?” you asked with hopeful expectancy.

hyunjin bit his lip in consideration. he didn’t know whether he’d be able to.

because right now, he’s finally certain that he’d be boarding that late-night flight with his grandmother, “i’ll see if i can make it.”

“oh right, your grandmother’s here, yeah? i’m sure you’d want to spend time with her.” he just nodded at your words, his insides killing him for spilling a white lie.

not that there was anything wrong with what he said, but he just couldn’t bring it in him to say that he’ll be leaving.

maybe he didn’t want to see your reaction.

would you be crestfallen?

would you be happy?

he didn’t know. and he didn’t want to know.

right now, jinyoung was on his way to fetch your things—how hyunjin knew? because jooyeon bombarded him with texts asking who was the weirdo suddenly barging in the house and taking your belongings.

it took everything in jinyoung not to slam dunk jooyeon’s head in the toilet.

although the both of you would want to spend more time walking around together, your professors shot you both a text, saying that it’s time for the closing ceremonies for the night.

you two looked at each other in understanding before saying farewell as you split off into different directions of the gallery. both of you wanting to look back at the other.

perhaps it’s because hyunjin knew that it would be his last time talking to you and seeing you.

as soon as he can, hyunjin went straight to the hospital, he finds jae snoring on nayeon’s lap while nona took the night’s watch. nayeon was snapping pictures of the tired man with a small smile on her face.

“back so soon, dear?” nona greeted, offering hyunjin a cup of tea. he gladly accepted as he sat down beside the old lady.

“yeah…” he said, basking in their comforting presence.

“you’re leaving.” nayeon said, immediately gauzing his disposition.

hyunjin sighed, solemnly nodding. nayeon just gestured for him to come closer, “come here you big dumbo.” she envelopes him in a warm embrace, as much as her cold hands could bring.

jae shoots awake, disturbed by the sudden moving of his comfortable lap pillow, “what’s going on?” he yawns groggily.

“hyunjin’s leaving.” although hyunjin wanted to stop her from saying it, there was no point anymore.

“huh? didn’t you just leave for the exhibit earlier? what?” nayeon laughed as jae tried to get his bearings back, checking the time.

“no, you idiot. he’s hopping on the plane to move.” nayeon explained, telling jae of hyunjin’s current situation.

jae just started to blink in surprise, not knowing how to react. he felt like he was losing a family member all over again.

the first time he watched you board on that plane, he was filled with a bittersweet essence. the exact same feeling that’s coming back now.

but at the same time, he’s happy for hyunjin. because his move meant big things, good things. things that have been waiting for him his whole life.

he gave hyunjin a big bear hug, though hyunjin’s build easily swallowed him whole instead. “you do well out there yeah? don’t forget to send your hyung some messages and pictures and souvenirs and everything.”

hyunjin almost laughed at his sentiment, it felt as if he was just going on a trip. though he knew that it was jae’s excuse to keep hyunjin in his life.

“i’ll keep updating you everyday, don’t worry.” hyunjin assured him, but jae just narrowed his eyes at him.

“y/n said the same thing.”

his phone pinged a text from jinyoung, reminding him that they’re downstairs waiting.

with one solemn look, jae gave him a pat on the back before you said your final farewells.

“you go get em over there, i’ll send you oranges,” nona said as hyunjin hugged her goodbye.

he laughed, trying to hold back tears, “nona that’s gonna spoil in the shipment, i won’t be able to eat it.”

she simply raised her eyebrows sternly, “who said you were going to eat it? you squeeze the citrus on the eyes of your enemies.”

“nona! hyunjin’s not gonna have enemies!” nayeon reprimanded.

“you don’t know that.” she answered back.

he’s definitely going to miss this.

on the car ride, they drive past the small bar lit with neon lights and bass music, the afterparty venue. a feeling of longing spread through his veins but he just looked away, keeping his eyes forward.

inside the bar, you look around the crowd, a piece of you hoping that hyunjin would come, but he didn’t.

“dude, why aren’t you enjoying the party? it’s the end of the term!” ryujin commented, handing you a drink.

“i was just looking for hyunjin.” you mentioned, taking the cup from her hands. ryujin gave you a baffled look, her eyes already indicating her intoxication.

“what? he’s somewhere in the other side of the world now!” ryujin explained, extending her hands to symbolize a globe.

your brain started to rewire, wondering what she meant when you’ve just been talking to hyunjin earlier, there’s no way he could’ve teleported in that short amount of time. “you’re so drunk.” you just comment, laughing at him.

“no no no. jae told wonpil then wonpil told jake then jake told me! his grandmother picked him up, they’re on their way to the airport now.” she explained, and you almost dropped your cup.

“he—what?!” you pushed past the people in the crowd as you tried to find a quiet spot outside, dialing your brother’s number. you felt bad for leaving ryujin back there so you texted jake, telling him about her spot.

“oppa! where’s hyunjin?” you asked immediately as he answered.

“hm? at the airport? i assumed he told you.” you grunted in frustration as you hung up immediately.

logically, what’s the probability that you’d be able to catch him before he leaves?

“need a ride?” jake asked from behind you, a proud smile on ryujin’s face as she gave you a thumbs up.

“i told him about it, don’t worry, he hasn’t had a drink.”

jake just shrugged, “seungmin hyung isn’t here anymore but i still can’t retire as the designated driver because of this girl.”

you thanked them immensely as you got inside the car, “i know seungmin will hate me for this but can you please book it?” you asked, making jake laugh.

“we just won’t tell him then!”

jake drove as fast as he, safely, could, wanting to get you to the airport before you lose your chance. he knows how it feels to lose someone without saying goodbye, the least he could do was make sure the people close to him doesn’t experience the same thing.

“wouldn’t it be incredibly cliche if we suddenly get wound up in traffic and y/n had to run on the streets to catch hyunjin?” ryujin voiced out with a laugh, making you chuckle a bit. though you would hope that it wouldn’t happen.

“that would be unfortunate for y/n, we’re in the highway right now. if she even tries to open that door, she might get fined.” jake explained.

thankfully, you were able to breeze through without any problems, you texted hyunjin of his whereabouts as you looked around the airport, though aside from not having any replies from your messages, you also couldn’t see him anywhere.

is it too late?

after months of build up, will everything come crashing down without so much as a goodbye?

did hyunjin purposefully not say goodbye?

why would he do that?

your mind conjured up different explanations for hyunjin’s choice of ending, though you couldn’t understand.

did you not mean much to him?

he said goodbye to jae but not you—

“y/n?” a breathless hyunjin appeared behind you, surprised that you were even here.

“i thought you were already gone..” you said, mirroring his energy, although you didn’t really feel as out of breath as he seemed to be. it’s simply just his effect on you.

“we got stuck in traffic.” you burst out laughing at the irony, hyunjin was confused but still smiled a bit at your disposition.

“were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?” you asked once you finally got your bearings back. he felt guilty, and suddenly, he felt as if he couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“i-i’m sorry, it’s just that.. i didn’t know how to.” hyunjin said.

“but you said goodbye to jae though.” you pointed a bit sulky.

“i didn’t know how to say goodbye to you.” he said.

you stared at him confusedly, “i dunno, bye? like that? bye, i’m going to leave now and not come back.”

“bye, i’m going to leave now and not come back.” hyunjin said, imitating you word for word. you rolled your eyes as you smacked him on the arm, making him laugh at you.

despite the lightheartedness that he’s trying to bring, your heart still felt heavy knowing that he wouldn’t’ve said goodbye had you not caught him, “am i going to see you again?” you asked, hopeful.

“maybe, but that’s up to you.” hyunjin replied, he looked back in your eyes, a sense of belonging yet uncertainty filling his pupils, “are you going to let me?”

he didn’t even have to ask, “always.”

he closes your distance and gives you a hug, a surprise, but a welcome one. you let his arms envelope you as you wrap your arms back around him, inhaling each other’s scent as you say all the silent words you mean to say to each other through the action of skinship.

i’m sorry. good luck. i like you. goodbye.

words meant to be said yet not needed to be voiced—and when you let go, it was time for him to go.

the world brought you two together and never let your strings go even when you two were in different places—it happened once, and you’ve both connected with each other unknowingly, so why can’t it happen again?

this isn’t goodbye.

it’s—

“see you soon,” you waved at him as you see him catch up to his grandmother.

with one last smile, he looks back at you fondly, “see you soon.”

a/n: #slcisoverparty! wow, it's finally over (+bonus chapters) thank you so much to everyone who came with me through this wildass ride. i hope you enjoyed reading it just as much as i had fun writing it. this series will also be another one that's special to my heart, just because of how much effort it took me to come up with these crazy shenanigans. next smau will definitely be lighter (though knowing my track record with going off-plan, i won't make any promises)

p.s. i won't clarify which park jinyoung that was, that's up to you. you're welcome.

as always, i would love to hear everyone's thoughts and feedback! it's what keeps me going <3

[lillotte17]

For a solavellan prompt? Guilty Solas post defeat when he and Lavellan are trying to build a new life and Lavellan getting a bit fed up with the self-pity, but it ends with mutual comforting.

Solas sits by the fire outside a large aravel, making a brave attempt at a pot of herbal tea with trace amounts of elfroot. The smell of the drink is not a bad one in and of itself, but it cannot help but be reminiscent of the taste, which he still finds abhorrent no matter how it has been prepared. He has been accused on numerous occasions of being incapable of making a decent cup of tea, to which he takes exception, as he would argue that it is fundamentally impossible to make a ‘good’ cup of tea.

Regardless, it seems to be one of the few things he has ever tried to learn which he has failed to excel at, but Aili is resting, and if she wants a soothing beverage, his are the only hands available to put to the task.

He gazes through the steam rising from the kettle, past the little clearing where they have made their camp, and out into the dense line of trees surrounding them. The colors of the sky shift, pale rainbow hues reflecting the reaches of the Fade just beyond. Not Veiled, but held. Dreams and reality seeping into one another gently, without either being overrun or locked away. Eventually, things will return to how they had once been. The world will slowly grow itself back into its magic and its wonders. Spirits and physical beings will have chances to learn how to live in peace and understanding. No more darkspawn hordes and Blights. No more Evanuris. No more Dread Wolves to burn away the past in chaos and destruction.

They live in seclusion, as they must, for now. Not everyone is as merciful as the former Inquisitor, and his crimes are numerous and ancient; the cause of so much suffering across countless ages. The weight of them is still suffocating most days, but he has done all that he can do to make it right. To live is his atonement. To carry the past and everything that was lost within his heart like a beacon, scorching the space between his lungs until he turns to ash. He will remember, and if the ones who come next ask him for the truth, he will give it to them. And if they curse his name, he will carry that, too.

Even if it breaks him.

He is accustomed to solitude, and lean living in the wilds, but with the loss of his agents, and his Heart at his side, it all feels new and bright and strange. Their single land ship is less of a home than he had claimed in the days of the empire -not a single floating crystal spire or an attendant to be found- and it is more of a home in some ways, too. They never stay in one place for more than a few months together, but he has a rhythm and a pattern and a place here. One of his own choosing. His own making. Quiet and peace and a freedom he has not known since long before he took up the mantel of Fen’Harel.

“Are you out here burning water again?” Aili asks in a thin rasp from the entrance to their tent. She looks mussed and haggard. Swathed in blankets and holding more in her one remaining arm.

“You should be resting,” he chastises without much heat. “I will bring your tea when it is ready.”

She snorts.

“As if you’d recognize when tea was ready.”

“Regardless of quality, my attempt is all there is to be had,” he reminds her archly. “Surely you were not so desperate for some boiled leaves that you felt the need to get out of bed to supervise.”

“…You were gone when I woke up.” Her voice is soft. Just shy of shaking. “You know I hate that.”

Solas lets out a huff, surprised and nearly offended.

“You think that I would abandon you now?” he wonders, “Today of all days?”

The beat of silence that follows stretches out long enough to make them both frown.

“…If you left, I do not think it would be your choice.” Aili says at last.

“It would not.” Solas agrees readily.

“But you did not think you had a choice when you sought to tear the Veil down, either.” She reminds him.

He sighs and glances away.

“But whatever the cause…I do not think I could bear to be without you again.” Aili tells him, her voice breaking on the last word.

He looks back at her, his expression wounded and worried, extending his hand in wordless offering. She shuffles towards him slowly, even with healing magic, she is sore and exhausted. She has no free hand available to grasp his fingers with, so she passes him the bundle she had been carrying, and sinks down onto the grass beside him with a long exhale of breath.

Solas freezes, caught off guard at the sudden offering, as he looks down into the blankets at the tiny sleeping face of his daughter.

It is not his first time holding her, of course. His hands were the first to receive her into this world. He had cut her cord, cleaned her gently, and passed her into her mother’s waiting arms. Her little pointed ears are still slightly bent from the manner of her arrival, and her features are a bit flushed and flattened, but there are still obvious traces of both himself and his Heart in every inch of her.

“You would endure without me, Vhenan.” He tells her softly. “You are the strongest most vibrant person I have known. If it came to it, I know you would find the means of keeping yourself and our daughter safe from harm. Even if you had to do it on your own.”

“Do not ask it of me.” Aili says, the tone of her voice is commanding and insistent. She grips his sweater with her one remaining hand, pressing her face into his shoulder, and breathing him in deep. “I have endured enough. We both have. Just because I never found the limit of my reserves doesn’t mean they don’t exist. I deserve a life of peace with the man I love. And our child deserves to know her father.”

Solas smiles, but it makes him ache to the very marrow of his bones.

“And I do not deserve either of you.”

  Aili frowns at him.

“It’s a little late to be talking like that, isn’t it?”

“Do not misunderstand,” he hurries to clarify, “I have regrets beyond counting, but you -either of you- could never be one of them. My desires are unchanged. My love for you has only deepened with time, as I knew it would. And I know it will continue to do so, even as the long years pass us by, and our daughter grows. It is simply that… My actions have stolen the very joy I covet now from so many. It was not my intent, but I do not suppose my intentions mattered very much to those who suffered and died because of the Veil I wrought, or the orb I allowed Corypheus to find. Or all the things that came after.”

She lifts her hand to touch his face. The touch is gentle, but the emotion in her violet eyes is intense and solemn. Her thumb traces the sharp angle of his cheek as she considers how to respond.

“I think…you are right,” Aili tells him with a sigh. “Your intentions will mean little to those who have been lost or injured in the chaos that followed the creation of the Veil. But…I do not think any amount of self-flagellation would appease them, either. Killing you will not give them back their lives, or heal the other wounds that may have been inflicted. The revenge of it may taste sweet for a moment, but it would not fix the things that were broken.”

A tear slides down his face, but she brushes it away. He takes a deep shuddering breath, accepting her words without rebuttal. His arms tighten around his sleeping daughter and she squirms slightly, making a vague noise of protest.  

“You always give yourself too much credit, Ma sa’lath.” Aili chastises him quietly while checking that the baby is not about to wake. “I suppose with a name that means ‘pride,’ you cannot help it much. You are not innocent in the tragedies that befell the world, but that does not make you guilty for all of them either. You made mistakes, and some of them were terrible. Some may not even be forgivable. But you helped people, too. You healed those who were hurting. You freed thousands from slavery. You saved my life more times than I can count. When you saw that you were wrong, you changed. You stopped. You tried to fix the things that had gone awry. I do not think that it is necessary or wise for you to forget the errors that you made in the past, but… I would ask that you try to remember the good you have done as well. I know I do.”

“The misjudgments far outweigh the acts of altruism, I’m afraid,” He sighs.

“Well…you could change that,” Aili points out, smiling faintly. “What’s the use of living forever if you can’t spend that time growing into the person that you want to be? Once things settle down, there’s nothing stopping us from wandering Thedas helping people where we can.”

“You do not wish to rejoin your clan?” Solas wonders.

“I…accepted the fact that I could never go back to them a long time ago,” Aili says with a shake of her head. “I miss them all, but even if your infamy were not an issue, the former Inquisitor is still a target for plenty of idiots trying to make a name for themselves. I’m their First, and I have to protect them, even if it means staying away.”

“And I am sorry for that, too.” He bows his head.

“Don’t be.” She shrugs. “It is…not the life I thought I would have, but it is not a bad one. You are my clan now. Both of you. It is enough. More than enough. It’s everything.”

Solas leans forward and kisses her cheek tenderly.

The baby wriggles, waking in earnest this time. She squints up at the brightness of the sky with the same violet eyes as her mother. Solas pulls the blanket up higher to give her some shade, rocking her slightly as Aili hums to her and offers her fingers as a distraction. The baby does not seem overly distressed for now, merely observing the world around her as best she can, and wondering at it all.

“I…hope I can teach her well enough to avoid the sorts of mistakes that I made,” Solas says after a few quiet moments of watching her.

“You are an excellent teacher,” Aili grins, “But I also think it would be almost impossible for anyone else to repeat your mistakes, Ma sa’lath. You’re a tough act to follow.”

“Suppose I…” he frowns, a deep line of worry furrowing his brow, “What if I continue to make mistakes? What if something else goes wrong, and I try to fix it, only to watch the world shatter and she-”

“Shh,” Aili soothes, “She will teach you, too. Our daughter will grow and change along with this world as it comes back into its magic. You will learn to love and care for it through her eyes. She will not lead you astray. Ma ghilana, Da’vhenan.”

“Ma ghilana, Da’vhenan,” Solas echoes, smiling down at his daughter’s face.

She offers him a pleased sounding burble in reply.

“…Ghilani.” He suggests softly.

Aili smiles, warm and bright.

“Ghilani,” she agrees.   

[badassbuchanan]

Secrets and Spies

Request: Could you write something where the reader and bucky have been seeing eachother for a while but no one from the team knows. But they know something is different with bucky so they follow him one night to the readers place and kinda catch them in the act? I don't know if that makes sense

Warnings: smut; shower sex, loud sex, unprotected sex, swearing and some really bad writing skills on my part!

a/n: my first request, yay! I hope it came out okay! it’s different to the writings i’ve done before - I hope it makes sense

also I'm sorry if you didn't want this to be smutty but my thirsty ass brain took the ‘catch them in the act’ part a little too literally. I'm just a whore for bucky let’s face it. 

“You coming to the game with us next week, Buck?” The blonde haired Captain asked his childhood friend as he stood with him and Sam in the kitchen.

“Hm?” The long haired winter soldier looked up from his phone which had previously captured all of his attention.

“The baseball game,” Sam frowned at Bucky suspiciously, crossing his arms as he leaned his back against the kitchen worktop. “The one we talked about last week.”

“Oh,” Bucky raised his eyebrows and nodded, lifting his metal hand to scratch the back of his head. “Uh yeah,” he looked back down at his phone which was now buzzing in his hand. “Um, I’ll be there.”

As soon as the words left his mouth Bucky was out the door, lifting his phone to his ear as he softly answered “hello.”

Sam and Steve turned to look at each other with a puzzled look on their faces.

“You know he’s been acting weird right? Even for him.” Sam raised his eyebrows at Steve who rolled his eyes softly, leaning his hands on the counter.

“He’s probably just stressed or something.” Steve dismissed Bucky’s recent behaviour, but even he’d noticed how distant and odd his oldest friend had been acting.

“Steve, I know you always want to see the best in him.” Sam’s voice dropped an octave in seriousness, mirroring Steve’s stance from across the kitchen bench. “But don’t forget what he’s capable of.”

“No, that wasn’t him. That was Hydra.” Steve defended Bucky, hitting his palm against the worktop before lifting it to rub his jaw anxiously. Sam’s words were making him worry.

“Okay, so what if Hydra, starts controlling his mind again?” Sam spoke softly, understanding what the weight of his words were doing to Steve. “Regardless, that doesn’t excuse his sneaking around, all the secret conversations, the frequent disappearing, or the fact that he is constantly distracted.”

“Oh, so it’s not just me who thinks Mr.Bionic is acting like more of a weirdo than usual?” Tony waltzed into the room, removing his sunglasses as he did so.

Steve shot Tony a warning glance but nodded his head anyway. Bucky had been acting strange for a while, it started off with small things, but now he was hardly ever around. And when he was, his mind was distant. Everything Sam said was true and Steve could only ignore it for so long.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y informed me he’s arranged to meet someone tonight.” Tony added, shoving a handful of almonds in his mouth as he did so. “You might wanna keep a close eye on him.” He more instructed than suggested, shrugging his shoulders before leaving the room to answer his ringing phone.

Steve loved Bucky. He believed in Bucky. But he couldn’t deny the small amount of constant doubt that lived in his mind. What if Hydra was still dormant in Bucky’s brain, controlling him with such a subtlety that no one would notice?

Steve let out a sigh, running his hand through his pushed back blonde hair. He was torn between trusting his childhood friend and doing his job as an Avenger to protect the world from potential threats. “Just let me talk to him.”

Sam nodded understandingly as the kettle clicked, signalling the water was done boiling just as he turned his back to grab a mug from the cupboard.

—Bucky’s POV —

“The baseball game,” Sam frowned at Bucky suspiciously, crossing his arms as he leaned his back against the kitchen worktop. “The one we talked about last week.”

“Oh,” Bucky raised his eyebrows and nodded, lifting his metal hand to scratch the back of his head. “Uh yeah,” he looked back down at his phone which was now buzzing in his hand, Y/N’s unsaved number flashing on the screen. “Um, I’ll be there.”

As soon as the words left his mouth Bucky was out the door, lifting his phone to his ear as he softly answered “hello.”

“Hey mister,” The sweet voice cooed through the phone, a bashful smile appearing on Bucky’s face as he leaned against the wall. “You coming over soon? My housemate’s gone out for the night.”

“Yeah, just finished working out with the guys. I’ll have a shower and then make my way to you.” Bucky fiddled with the drawstring of his grey track pants absentmindedly as he spoke.

“Or you could have a shower here,” Y/N spoke in a suggestive tone. Bucky living at the compound and Y/N’s housemate almost always home meant they never got much alone time without having to worry about Y/N’s housemate hearing what they were up to. “We could even have one together.”

Bucky’s eyes almost popped out of his head, her words catching him by surprise as he pushed himself off of the wall to stand up straight. “I’ll be there soon.”

Y/N chuckled at Bucky’s attempt to try and keep his cool, her heart skipping a beat at his excitement. “Okay, see you soon.”

“Okay.” Bucky breathed through a bashful smile. turning quickly to walk back down the hallway.

— Sam and Steve‘s POV —

Bucky walked back into the room in a slight rush.

“Hey, Buck. We need to talk.” Steve looked Bucky up and down, analysing his body language to test his reaction. No matter how busy he was, Bucky always made time for Steve and vice versa. They were always there for each other.

“Yeah buddy, later. I have to go.” Bucky turned to reply to Steve quickly before walking down the stairs out of sight.

Sam turned around to face Steve, mug in hand as he chuckled. He shook his head, looking up at Cap who was frowning in both confusion and concern.

“Okay, we need to find out what’s going on with him.” Steve crosses his arms, biting the inside of his lip as he racked his brain for any and every possible solution to reason Bucky’s behaviour.

— Bucky’s POV —

“C’mon Buck, we still have to cook it.” Y/N giggled softly as she watched her boyfriend dig his finger into the raw brownie batter they’d just finished mixing.

Bucky lifted the chocolate covered finger towards his mouth, licking off the mixture as he shrugged. “Taste good enough to me.” He smiled cheekily, using his metal arm to pull Y/N against his chest.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands playing with his hair as she admired his handsome face. Bucky leaned down to press his lips against hers, the sweet taste of chocolate enticing her in.

She moaned against him, tilting her head as Bucky let his tongue run teasingly over her lips. “How about that shower, hm?” She mumbled against his lips, feeling the kiss heating up fast.

Bucky moaned with a nod, feeling his cock stirring beneath his sweatpants. Y/N made a quick move to turn away from him, putting the brownie mixture in the oven.

He couldn’t help but watch her ass as she bent down, the workout leggings she wore left nothing to the imagination. He bravely moved forward, his hand slapping her ass cheekily as she quickly stood back up.

“Hey!” She shot Bucky a glare, smiling at the same time after she made sure to set the timer on the oven. “Save it for the shower.”

Bucky chuckled in amusement as he followed her down the hallway of her house which he’d become so familiar with. He didn’t go many places outside of the compound, and Y/N’s house felt like his special little hideaway from everything and everyone.

Y/N adjusted the temperature of the shower before removing her clothes, turning around to face Bucky as she did so.

Bucky couldn’t help but get distracted as she undressed, watching her every move. She walked towards him when she was left only in her panties, running her hand over his stomach.

“Need some help?” She offered, looking up at him innocently as she tugged on the tie of his sweatpants.

Bucky clenched his jaw as he looked down at her perky tits, nipples hardened in the cold air. His cock twitched at the sight of her bare skin, his metal hand reaching out to palm her breasts.

Y/N reached her hand inside his sweatpants, grabbing hold of his cock as her mouth dropped opened in shock. “Already so hard, Buck.” She smiled widely, slowly pumping his hard member in her hand.

Bucky let out a shaky breath, his hips bucking into her hand as he tugged on her nipple. Y/N felt her arousal dripping onto her underwear from the thought of his cock inside of her.

“Baby stop or I’ll cum.” Bucky grunted, his face screwing up as he grabbed hold of her hand with his flesh one, his metal hand still full of her boobs.

“I don’t want you to cum until you’re inside me.” Y/N spoke against his lips, giving his cock one last squeeze as she felt her pussy start to ache in need.

Bucky’s cock throbbed at her words, his eyes drawn to watch her pull his track pants down his legs. She tugged his underwear down with them, admiring the way his hard length bounced to slap up against his stomach.

Y/N bit her lip, her hands running up his thick thighs and over his abs, pulling his t-shirt up as she went. Bucky helped her out, lifting the material over his head, leaving him completely naked.

Y/N pushed her chest flush against his, leaning up to kiss him teasingly. Bucky felt her hard nipples rub against his bare chest, her soft skin felt so good against his as he held her waist.

She gave him an open mouth kiss before turning around in his arms, still pressed against his body as Bucky’s cock rubbed over her ass.

“Take them off for me, Buck.” She said softly, guiding his hands to the waist band of her panties.

Bucky complied with her request, pulling them down to her knees before she bent over in front of him to take them off the rest of the way, causing his cock to nudge between her bare ass cheeks.

Bucky groaned at the feeling of his tip in her wetness, quickly pulling her hips tightly against him as he refrained from shoving his cock inside of her.

She smiled cheekily, knowing exactly what she was doing to him as she ground her ass against him, his cock saturated in her juices.

Bucky grabbed her upper arm, pulling her to stand back up, his chest flush against her back. He kissed up her neck, his metal hand sliding down between her thighs to rub her folds, immediately saturated in her slick.

“If you want me to fuck you like that, doll, all you have to do is ask.”

“Bucky!” She giggled softly, almost becoming shy at his filthy words. It was still something she was getting used to, Bucky was her first boyfriend.

He chuckled at her response, spinning her around in his arms to face him. He lifted his flesh hand to cup her cheek, pressing his lips against hers.

Y/N immediately kissed him back, relaxing into his touch as Bucky’s hands slid down to the back of her thighs.

His tongue pushed into her mouth the same time as he lifted her off of the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist as she let out a satisfied moan.

Y/N hugged his neck to hold her up, his thick length laying flush between her folds. She whimpered into his mouth, rubbing her hips forward slightly as Bucky walked them into the shower.

The heat of the water hit them immediately, warming their bodies as Bucky pressed Y/N’s back against the tiled shower wall.

“So gorgeous.” Bucky grunted softly, pecking her lips as he pushed his hips forward. Y/N’s pussy started to ache with a dull emptiness, his cock against her folds wasn’t enough to satisfy her. “I love you so much.”

She smiled into the kiss, tugging on his now dampened hair. “I love you, Bucky.” She looked up into his bright eyes, admiring his beauty as Bucky moved his flesh hand down between their bodies.

He grabbed hold of his cock, lining the tip up with Y/N’s entrance. The intense feeling caused her head to drop against his chest, kissing up the skin where his flesh fused with the metal.

Bucky’s heart fluttered at her touch, still so thankful to have found someone who loved and accepted him for him. It was something that he never thought would happen.

“Baby, please move.” Y/N moaned as her pussy clenched around his tip, causing Bucky to snap back to reality from his thoughts. He pushed his entire length inside her slowly, the tightness of her walls constricting him.

Y/N moaned again when he was fully inside of her, her nails digging into the flexed muscles of his back. Bucky stilled inside of her, knowing she’d need a moment for the stretching pain to subside.

“Oh, fuck.” Y/N panted out in pleasure, her throbbing pussy hungry for more. Bucky bent his head to kiss a line from her collar bone to the underside of her jaw.

He began thrusting his hips slowly, allowing her pussy to adjust to his size. “You don’t have to keep quiet baby,” Bucky moaned into her ear, his breath tickling her skin. “We’ve got the house to ourselves remember?” He picked up his pace a little, his fingers digging into her ass so hard she’d definitely have bruised tomorrow. “Let me hear you.”

Y/N’s head fell back against the shower wall, her eyes closing as she let her moans flow freely. Her thighs clamped around his waist, trying to pull him closer as he fucked into her.

Her pussy clenched around his length, the slapping sound of his balls hitting her wet skin filled the room. It only turned Y/N on even more, that and the fact that they didn’t have to keep quiet for once.

“Bucky.” She moaned out his name shamelessly, arching her back which caused their chests to press together.

Water ran over their bodies as Bucky picked up his pace, already feeling his climax approaching as he listened to her moan his name.

Y/N kept up the volume, knowing it was driving her boyfriend crazy. Bucky stepped towards her, practically squashing her against the tiles.

The new position caused his pelvis to rub against her throbbing clit with every thrust. Y/N felt a tingling in the pit of her stomach, the pulsing of her clit making her toes curl.

She moaned breathlessly between thrusts, his pace quickening as she tugged on his hair.

“Oh fuck.” Bucky moaned, his head dropping back as he chased his high, fucking into her fast and hard.

Her pussy clenched around him with every thrust, the feeling of his big cock deep inside of her was something she didn’t want to end.

She moaned like a pornstar for him, her mouth dropping open as she looked into his eyes. Bucky bit down on his bottom lip, keeping his rough side locked away as he fucked up into her.

“Bucky, oh shit.” Her eyes widened in panic, her cheeks covered in a pink blush as she felt her orgasm taking over. “I’m gunna cum.” She cried, head throwing back against the tiles as she rocked her hips into his.

Bucky watched her in awe, always so proud to be the provider of her pleasure. Her hair stuck to her wet body, her breathing shallow as she continued to moan.

He didn’t let up his pace, watching her tits bounce against his skin as he leaned his head back into her neck.

His moans were muffled in her skin, Y/N’s only getting louder as Bucky fucked her through her orgasm.

Her body was so sensitive, the sound of their skin slapping together had grown louder with his erratic thrusting.

Y/N’s pussy throbbed around his silky length, her arousal dripping onto his balls. She turned her head to kiss him, so fucked out and breathless.

Kissing her made Bucky more determined to chase his high, his hands pinning her hips against the wall as he fucked into her.

“Oh, yes.” Y/N moaned loudly, her hands clinging to any part of him that she could. She panted in unison with his thrusting, Bucky’s face screwing up as he chased his high. “Oh, Bucky, fuck.” She cried out when his cock twitched inside of her.

Bucky felt his orgasm about to hit. “I’m about to cum.” He suddenly moaned, hardly even finishing the sentence before he released his load inside of her.

He dropped her legs to the floor, Y/N almost tumbled at how jelly-like her legs felt. She grabbed onto his biceps to steady herself, Bucky’s hands planted themselves either side of her head on the tiled wall.

He went to kiss her softly, missing her lips because of the way she turned her head. A sudden loud noise from outside catching her attention.

— Sam and Steve’s POV—

“Are you sure?” Steve looked over at Sam in the drivers seat with a slight frown of confusion on his face.

“Yes,” Sam nodded insistingly, turning the engine off which would’ve left them in total darkness if it wasn’t for the light illuminating from the house they sat outside of. “This is the last place F.R.I.D.A.Y traced Bucky’s phone.”

“But it looks like a normal house.” Steve’s frown didn’t leave his face as he stared out of the window, scanning the area for any sign of danger. “In a suburban area, full of civilians.”

He didn’t know what he expected to find when he’d agreed to Sam’s ridiculous plan to spy on Bucky. But it sure as hell wasn’t this. The unknown set off a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn’t fond of. A feeling that made him think the worst.

“Maybe Hydra has finally figured out that creepy warehouses attract more attention than normal houses.” Sam half joked with a scoff, turning his body to take off his seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” Steve’s head immediately whipped round to look at Sam with a worried look on his face. Sam could sometimes be hotheaded and jump into things without a plan, which didn’t sit well with Cap.

“I’m going to check it out.” Sam replied matter-of-factly. He knew that Steve would oppose to what he thought was the best plan of action, so he wasn’t going to ask permission, which he realised wasn’t going to work.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Steve pressed his lips together in a line nervously, his eyes darting back to the location where they’d tracked Bucky.

“Okay, why?” Sam dropped his hand from where it had lifted to open the car door and looked over at Steve. He decided he at least respected Cap enough to listen to his Star Spangled reasoning.

“Well for one, if it is a Hydra location the perimeter will be highly alarmed, not to mention the calibre of dangerous assassins that will be waiting inside, you won’t stand a chance.” Steve sighed, thousands of thoughts bouncing around his mind as he ran his hand through his hair stressfully. “And even if it’s not,” Steve’s voice dropped as his eyes grew worried. “Bucky will know we were tracking him.”

Sam chose to stay silent of a moment, something that didn’t happen very often. He knew Steve had just opened up about the real reason he didn’t want to go charging in like a bull in a china shop. He didn’t want to hurt Bucky. He didn’t want Bucky to feel like his two best friends didn’t trust him. Steve didn’t want to betray Bucky’s character and allow him to know that he had his doubts. That he could become Hydra’s Winter Soldier again.

“Okay, we’ll do it your way.” Sam said softly, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“We’ll start by securing the perimeter, then if, and only if, anything seems off, we’ll move in for closer inspection.” Steve instructed directly, only opening the car door once Sam had nodded in agreement.

They’d chosen not to bring any uniforms or weapons, knowing it would only draw more attention to themselves. Making sure to shut the car doors silently behind them, the pair slowly approached the white picket fence surrounding the property.

Sam veered to the left, Steve to the right as they inspected the location. Nothing seemed off. A few lights in different rooms illuminated the house. The curtains were drawn, making it hard for the two avengers to know exactly what was going on inside.

“No sign of movement on the east side.” Steve whispered, loud enough for Sam to hear as he slowly moved to inspect the gate.

Sam looked over at where Cap was, walking casually to meet him, finding no need to be as stealthy as his partner. “I got nothing on this side either.”

Steve sighed, relaxing a little when he saw no sign of danger. He stood up straight and crossed his arms, he was growing more curious by the second.

“Why this house? This family? In this neighbourhood? Who lives here? There must be some significance. I’ll call Tony and get F.R.I.D.A.Y to run the house through the datab-“

“Shh.” Sam quickly lifted his hand, cutting Steve off as his eyes darted from side to side. There was an eery silence in the street, followed by a muffled sound which made Steve’s ears prick up in attention. “Do you hear that?”

The boys made eye contact, frowns covering both of their faces as they slowly turned towards the house. Sam gestured towards the front door with his head, Steve nodding in agreement as they carefully opened the gate and moved in towards the house.

They crept up the garden path, stomachs sinking as the noise becoming more apparent, informing them they were on the right track.

“It’s coming from around the side.” Steve whispered as he pointed his finger, Sam’s eyes drifted to where Cap was pointing with a nod of acknowledgment.

The pair continued on their search, ears on high alert as they followed the sound down the left side of the house, a small passage which was as dark as the night. They stopped when they got to a room illuminated with light, the small open window too high up on the wall for them to see inside.

Low grunts, loud moans and harsh slapping sounds made both of their faces go pale in fear. It had to be Bucky. But they weren’t his moans, they were the moans of a woman. He wasn’t alone. And it sounded like he was torturing her.

“Shit.” Steve couldn’t help but let the language slip passed his lips as he dropped his head in a sigh, his hands on his hips. He tried to give Bucky the benefit of the doubt, but the evidence was stacked against him.

“What do we do now, Cap?” Sam whispered sadly, he wanted Bucky to be innocent just as much as Steve did. Yes, he would wind up the metal armed soldier at every opportunity that he got, but he had grown fond of him.

“We can’t let this go on.” Steve gestured towards the window where the near enough screams of a women were coming from, knowing they had to act fast as he tried to think up a plan.

“Oh, yes.” The girl moaned before Steve could even begin to think, causing both Sam and Steve to look at each other in surprise. “Oh, Bucky, fuck.” She cried out in pleasure, both boy’s brains ticking over as they tried to catch up with what was happening.

“Oh. My. God.” A cheeky smile washed over Sam’s face as a chuckle erupted from his throat. Steve let his face fall in his hands, humiliated and relieved at the same time.

Steve was thankful that his friend hadn’t been taken over by Hydra again, thankful that he wasn’t causing anyone harm. But now, he was stood in an alleyway listening to his best friend have sex.

Steve, still in shock, shook his head as he looked up at Sam who was still softly chuckling.

“I’m about to cum.” Bucky’s sudden moan caused both boys to snap back to the moment, eyes widening as they realised they didn’t want to be in ear shot when their friend reached his climax.

“Go,” Sam said quickly, his hand lifting to softly push Steve when he didn’t move. “Go, go, go.” He added with a bit more urgency, both boys turning to run from the alleyway in such a hurry that they weren’t looking where they were going.

They didn’t even make it more than a couple of steps before a loud crashing sound came from beneath them. “Shit.” Sam sighed, scrambling to pick up the pipes which he’d knocked over in his rush to get away.

Steve turned around with a sour look in his face, watching Sam try to clean up his mess. There was no way all that commotion would’ve gone unnoticed by the couple inside.

Sam gave Steve a knowing look, the only chance they had of escaping was to make a break for it.

Steve nodded, turning to run back down the alleyway with Sam right behind him. They were almost in the clear, close to the front of the house when a metal arm punched across Steve’s face to stop him running, only missing him by an inch.

Sam stumbled into Steve’s back at his sudden halt, the metal hand twisting to grab Steve by his throat. He was pulled around the corner, his back shoved against the brick wall of the house harshly.

“Steve?” Bucky’s face dropped in shock as he let go of his best friend’s throat. He stepped back and looked to the side, noticing a sheepish looking Sam. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”

Steve and Sam both looked at each other before back at Bucky, noticing his wet body only covered by his track pants hanging low on his hips.

“I think the real question is, who are you doing here?” Sam asked cheekily, a cocky smirk on his face which got wiped off as soon as Steve hit his chest in annoyance.

“Bucky, we can ex-“

“How did you- Did you follow me here?” Bucky chose to ignore Sam’s comment, cutting Steve off before crossing his arms as he waited for an explanation.

There was another moment of silence as the two culprits looked at each other once again, saved by a small voice coming from beside them.

“Bucky, everything okay?” Y/N’s soft voice made all three boys turn to face her from where she stood on the porch, a slight whistle coming from Sam as they took in her appearance. Her hair was still wet, her body only covered by the shirt that Bucky had been wearing earlier that night.

Bucky sighed, running his flesh hand through his wet hair, his metal one firmly on his hip. “Yeah, baby. It’s just my friends.” Bucky said the word ‘friends’ through gritted teeth as he glared back at them.

“Oh,” Y/N perked up a little as she pranced down the steps to where they were, almost hiding behind Bucky as she cuddled his flesh arm. “I apologise for my appearance. If Bucky had told me you were coming I would’ve been more prepared.” She giggled softly, her reaction to the whole situation made all three boys frown in confusion.

They’d expected her to yell, to ask what the hell they were doing around the side of her house, to kick them out, to yell at Bucky for telling his friends about them without consulting her first, to just walk back into the house and ignore them. In that moment, Bucky knew she was a keeper.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Y/N spoke as the two boys opposite just blinked, half surprised that Bucky actually kept such a secret from them for this long. “I’m Y/N.” She held out her hand.

“Steve Rogers.” Steve immediately responded, stepping forward to shake her hand with a sweet smile.

“I’m Sam.” Sam followed, shaking her hand as

Bucky, still half confused about why his best friends were there, wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist. “So are you two-“ Sam dragged out the words.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Bucky responded shortly, Y/N’s heart fluttering at the word, something that was only shared between the two of them until now.

“Well we should all probably move inside, it’s a bit chilly out here tonight.” Y/N offered sweetly, gesturing towards the front door. “I hope you guys like brownies.”

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“Betrayal,” Levi x Reader

Summary: The 3 Titan shifters (aka Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt) had stolen the last Titan serum and you end up getting framed. While you get tortured by the military police to reveal the truth, Levi tries his best to prove your innocence.

Idk if this would end up being a series, it just might bc even tho this was requested, I’m thinking about having a spin where after the reader gets tortured, they have like a life changing moment (kinda like Tokyo ghoul where after Kaneki gets tortured, he turns into an actual ghoul) kinda like that so bear with me🤧

Warnings!: abuse and torture!!!!

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It was a normal day, the only day off the scouts had and they all spent it relaxing and talking with each other. You had sat next to your boyfriend, Levi, while having a few drinks when the military police had stormed inside the place.

The sudden harsh grabs of their hands on your body, slamming you down on the hard table was enough to cause pain through your body and you had let out a wince from the impact.

Their actions had made Levi jump up and try to shove them off your body, his anger boiling at the sight of you being put into handcuffs without them barely saying a word.

“Back up, Captain and let us do our job.” The guy ended up punching Levi clean in his jaw and made him stumble back.

“What the hell are you doing?” Armin had shouted, all the scouts ready to fight with the guards as they yanked your small body off the table.

“Y/N is under arrest for stealing the Titan serum and helping the traitors get away.” They spoke coldly, making your eyes widen at their words and Levi had looked surprised.

“That’s not true! I didn’t touch it!” You shouted, trying to resist their attempts of shoving you out the door and you had looked back at Levi.

“It’s not true, you have to believe me!” The last look he had given you was disappointment and that had made your heart shattered as they put you on the carriage.

The ride back to their station was quiet, except their disgusting words that they shot at you to make you feel guilty and even a guard mentioned how beaten you were going to be after they were done with you.

Your heart ached and your body shook from the amount of rage you felt running through your veins. You were sure you already had bruises forming on your skin from the rough pushing and shoving against the table.

Levi had stood in the middle of the room, watching you get taken out the door with the small of blood running down his nose and everyone stayed quiet, looking at the Captain.

He didn’t want to believe it but why would they suspect you? Out of all people? It had made him overthink about it but the look of terror on your face as you looked at him one last time had made him feel deep down in his gut that you were telling the truth.

He was your boyfriend afterall, he knew you pretty well and have been for over a year so he was positive he would know if you were a traitor and if you stole something as big as the Titan serum.

As you were shoved inside the cell, being locked away, you were left to your thoughts and the tears threatened to stream down your face as you tried to think of everything- how did you even end up here? What led you here?

It was a painful topic to think about, to even think about being a suspect, to think about being a traitor. There was no room for you to be a traitor even if you tried.

It had taken hours before the guards came back to bring you into a empty room, tying you to a chair to ‘ask you questions’ but in reality, they put you here to enjoy the torture they’re going to do to you.

“Where is the Titan serum?” One asked, making your sad tear filled eyes to look up at them and before you could even open your mouth, he had swung his fist to strike you across the face.

The rough impact caused blood to spit out of your mouth and onto the wooden floors, coughing it up as you tried to take steady breaths but it was far too difficult.

Levi had finally went up to the station with everyone, trying to reason with the military police and talk to them about the fact that their thoughts on you were completely false.

They had surprisingly let Levi through considering he is a scout but when he got through the area he wasn’t supposed to be in and had seen you in the room, the way you were breathing heavy and the way you face was already beaten to the point where he could barely recognize your face because it was covered it blood- it made him angry.

“Have you even done your actual fucking jobs or have you been beating her this entire fucking time?!” He shouted at them, making you raise your head at the sound of his voice and your heart began to break more if that was even possible.

“We are doing our job, you’re not even supposed to be this far back here. Get his ass out of here.” The mp ordered the guards to drag Levi out and he had looked at you with a pained look, shoving the guards off of him and walking out of the room by himself.

He didn’t want to leave you there but there wasn’t a whole lot he could do except talk to the higher ups and try to prove your innocence to them but that’s a lot harder than it sounds

Throughout the night, the guards didn’t let you sleep one bit. The long hours of them beating you whether it was with a stick, a whip- it didn’t matter. They had even used knives to cut up your skin, they didn’t care- for all they know you were a traitor to them.

The amount of blood that had covered your entire uniform was sick, you could barely even keep your eyes open and handle everything. You stopped crying, you stopped screaming, you were just emotionless.

And inside your head, you had zoned out enough to not think about the pain and think about the harsh beatings they were giving you. It felt like you had changed into a whole completely different person and gave yourself a new mindset from all this torture.

And it took two days.

Two days for Levi to find proof, two days for Levi to run up to the station and slam the proof on their desks along with bringing the scouts for evidence to show them that the people who had stole the Titan serum was no one else but the two Titan shifters, Reiner and Bertholdt.

The way Levi had rushed up to the chair you were still tied in, the rope digging in your skin from how tight it was- leaving dry blood stains from head to toe.

The guards still didn’t feel bad, shit, they still thought you did it but by their boss’ commands- they had to let you go.

Your eyes barely opened when Levi stepped in the room, all you could hear was muffling of voices and a blur of his face come into view.

He wanted to kill them desperately. The way he would enjoy watching his blade slice through their skins like butter but he kept his cool, he kept it together but deep down he wanted to scream at the sight of you. You were awful.

He had scooped you up in his arms, you could barely see his face from the blood but you ended up passing out eventually.

When you had regain consciousness, Levi had barely made it back to the base. All the scouts had looked at you in complete shock and even Armin had shed a few tears while Eren threatened to kill all the MPs.

“Just leave her be for a couple of days guys, she’s in bad shape.” Levi mumbled, he didn’t want to think about it too much- he didn’t want to stare at your bloody state or else it’ll send him off the deep end.

He didn’t know what to do but simply clean you in the bath tub. He had undressed you and sat you in there, making sure to sit you up so you wouldn’t fall. You held onto the edges of the bath, your eyes staring down at the clear water that soon was dark red from your blood.

You remained quiet which worried him, he knew it must’ve been traumatizing but he thought you would at least speak up by now.

“Y/N?” He whispered, running the cloth over your body ever so gently and this is when he got full looks of your wounds.

Deep cuts and slashes on your skin, from your back to your arms and legs. It was painful for him to look at it, he knew you would need stitches for them.

“Will you be okay for a few minutes? I need to go get the first aid.” He stared at you but your eyes stayed on the water, your head tilted down and your eyes barely even blinking.

Levi had sighed, standing up from his spot and left the room to hurry to the infirmary and come back so he can stitch you up himself. While he was gone, your eyes had moved around the bathroom and the bloody cloth he was using to wash you.

Once you had catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you stared at it for what seemed like forever- looking at the cuts that covered your pale body. Soon you started to laugh while tears filled up in your very eyes and even a few slipped down your cheeks as your laugh grew louder.

He had finally walked in the room, looking down at you and had felt a huge weight pin down on his heart. The mixed bloody tears on your cheeks and the laughter coming out of your mouth had him frozen in time until you finally caught his gaze, your laughing coming to a stop and your sobs started leaving your lips.

Levi rushed over, dropping the box and leaned over the tub to hug onto you but not so tight, making sure to watch your wounds. Your sobs had grown so loud that the scouts down the hall heard your crying, the pain escaping your throat was painful to their ears.

“Hey, shhh.” He had tried to comfort you, the guilt he felt had made him want to punch himself for not helping you sooner, it was his fault you were like this.

He stroked your hair back, tilting your head up to look at him fully and he couldn’t help but cry with you. The whimpers that escaped your busted lips had made him want to break down here and now.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.. you’re safe.” He repeated until your breathing had gone back to normal, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

He had resumed what he was doing. He grabbed the needle and thread, slowly starting to stitch you up while you silently cried in the tub, the water growing cold as your body ached. He had stitched you up in so many places that he could barely count, they completely went overboard with torturing you and he felt like it was on purpose.

When he finished cleaning off the dry blood off your naked body, he lifted you up and wrapped a towel around you. He watched the dark red water go down the drain and he cursed under his breath at the mess around the bathroom, blood everywhere.

You were silent again, numb to everything you had felt throughout the last few days, emotionless but felt the need to scream again but your throat was dry and empty and sore.

He was careful to dress you in comfortable clothes, mostly his t-shirt and some sweatpants after he made sure to put bandages over your stitches and cuts. He tugged his blankets back, laying you down and tucking you in.

Once your head had hit the pillow, your eyes shut and he sat at the edge brushing his fingers through your hair, watching you for a while.

“I’ll make sure they pay for this, I promise..” He mumbled, more to himself than to you before he pressed a kiss to your bruised cheek.

“I love you.”

Throughout the night he had slept beside you but made sure to keep his distance, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way and he knew you haven’t slept the whole time you’ve kept by the military police.

As you slept, all you dreamt of was nightmares and to you they felt so real. The way they would hit you, it felt like they actually did and when they had walked up to your bloody corpse, leaning down and even threatening to cut off your fingers.

The way their plyers had gripped onto your fingernails as they ripped it out with no remorse- it all felt too real. Your body would shake, jolt and even whimpers would fall from your lips as you slept. It had taken a while for Levi to even wake up from your movements.

“Y/N.” He tried to be as gentle as possible, placing his hand on your arm and that’s when you jolted awake, sitting up and panting.

He had removed his hand when you shot up, hesitating before he reached out for you again and when you felt his fingertips- you flinched hard, looking over at him like he was a stranger.

“It’s me.” He mumbled, your eyes adjusting to the dark and you looked at his pained expression and that made your breathing start to calm down.

“Sorry.” You whispered, wiping the sweat off your forehead and you looked down at your arms wrapped in bandages, seeing the blood start to leak through.

“Don’t be.. do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” You said coldly, moving to lay back down in bed and had your back facing him as you stared at the wall.

Levi wanted to desperately take your pain away, he wish he could trade spots and take all the damage instead. But as he sat there staring down at you for what seemed like an hour, he was afraid of losing you and afraid that you were slowly slipping away from his grasp.

He thought about comforting you, would that even be a safe option? He thought. You flinched at his slight touches and he didn’t want you to become afraid of him, he loved you more than anything.

He decided to scoot closer to you, carefully kissing the back of your head and rested his hand on a safe part of your upper arm, making you tense underneath his touch.

“Look, I know what you went through was traumatic.. believe me but please don’t push me away, I can’t lose you.” He said softly, making your eyes water instantly from the flashbacks that flooded your head, every slap, kick, punch, everything.

“Levi,”

“I just want you to be able to talk to me, you’re not alone, at all.”

“I know.” You simply said, not knowing what else to really say about the situation. You were beaten senseless, out of pure hatred, it changed you.

You decided to gently turn over to face him, scrunching up your nose at the pain that followed as you moved. Your eyes looked at his, your bruised face had made his heart hurt more than he could explain.

As you two sat there staring at one another, you carefully brought your weak hand up to caress his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his skin slowly.

He leaned his face more into your hand, the most affection he has gotten out of you and even then, you hesitated, you wanted to pull away. You didn’t want to be touched, talked to, you wanted to be left alone but you had to think about Levi’s feelings too and what he did for you.

“Thank you, for everything.” You mumbled, making his eyes instantly move to look at yours with a hint of hope in them.

“No need to thank me.”

“But I want to, for cleaning me up and trying to support me.. can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

You sat there for a moment, trying to think of a better way to put everything and you sighed, your lips pressing into a thin line and even that had made the pain shoot through your busted lips.

“I just- I’m not comfortable speaking about the details but what I will say is, I’m not the same.”

“Ive noticed.” He whispered, moving his hand to brush the strands of your hair back from your face and he gave you a weak smile.

“No matter what, Y/N, I’m here.. to love you, to take care of you, all of it. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.” This time you cracked a smile, squishing his cheeks playfully as you leaned over to press a quick kiss to his lips but even that caused you pain in your body.

“I love you, Lev.”

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Soooo idk whether to make a part 2

But if I was, I was thinking of the reader going crazy from the traumatic experiences and even going as far as to killing the guards in cold blood— no one knowing who did it except Levi. Blah blah.

Tell me what you think

Also this one is longer and I’m actually glad and proud how it turned out. So this is why I wanna start pacing myself, it turns out better that way❤️ but my requests are ALWAYSSSSS open, just be patient with me. Mwah. Ps, if you read all that, I love you.

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[x-chubby-reader]

Oh MY GOD what about Bakugou, kirishima, and sero who get hit by a quirk who turns them into a lil toddler or whatever and they’ve got the biggest crush on their chubby/plus size classmate 🥺🥺

A/N - I literally love this idea so much, thanks to @fandom-fander for helping out with this headcannon.

Not Prof Read

Lowercase Intentional

Cursing

Toddler!Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero x Plus size reader

Bakugo

aizawa sure as hell didn't feel like dealing with the angry pomeranian in minature form

he decided to leave the boy with the class and let them decide among themselves on who should watch the little firecracker for the day

extra credit anyone?

everyone immediately pinned the responsibility on you

kirishima, he didn't feel like getting screeched at by a small bakugo and needed to apparently go study

he also knew that bakugo had a fondness for you in his teenage form, so why not see if he still has it

fr little bakugo pretends to hate your guts

somehow this little toddler has the most hurtful insults

“you can't even get a boyfriend? that's pretty sad.”

suddenly choking out a child is okay

do it… no one has to know how it happened

even though he had pretended to hate you, he still kept trying to show off to you 

you decided to take him out on a little bike/tricycle ride? homeboy flipped it trying to show off how fast he could go and then proceeded to complain about scraping his knee

hey at least he got your attention

he is a literal leash kid fight me oh my god

bakugo will simply run away

you expected him to listen? oh you're in for a surprise

the only option that you give him is to either wear the embarrassing monkey pack or to hold your hand

he immediately grabs your hand and is literally so giddy and its adorable my lord-

smiles for days my heart i can’t-

he may seem all happy and nice, but that can flip in a minute

he’s the biggest brat sometimes and you are literally this close to punting him across the room

you don't get him something that he wants? little pomeranian boy will turn into a velociraptor child in an instant

the decimals that that kids voice can reach up to is kind of impressive not going to lie

“no bakugo, you can't have that right now maybe later-”

screech

thankfully he tires himself out quick enough to set him down for a nap

but nothing is ever simple, is it?

he wont go to sleep without you though, claiming that there are monsters and he needs to know where you are so he can protect you

no matter how many times you had explained to him that there weren't any monsters around, you slowly succumbed to his pleas

almost feeling bad for him, he just looked so serious about how you could get hurt that it made you feel bad

you didn't notice how much taking care of a kid took out of you until now

you had made a mental note to apologize to your mom for having to deal with you when you were younger later

As soon as you settled down on the couch with the toddler laying on top of you, you almost instantaneously passed out

oh boy were you in for a surprise when you woke up to a teen bakugo, still curled into your torso

he looked up to you after feeling you stir, he almost had a smirk on his face before burying his head back  into you 

mostly to hide the redness spreading over his face, he wasn’t going to admit that he was blushing

no way in hell

he just mumbled a “later” before his breaths softened into a steady pace

yeah, you may be stuck here for a bit

Kirishima 

you were there for the whole thing

red-top had pushed you out of the way of an incoming quirk blast and suffered the consequences

he became young again, almost too young

you felt bad

and who wouldn’t

so of course you took it upon yourself to watch him until the effects wore off

the thing you learned about him was that he was an even touchy-er child

homeboy just wanted to be held all the time

just climbing up and latching himself onto your calf

it was adorable but hard to walk with

If you pick him up, you’ve basically sworn an oath with the devil himself

you cannot put him down 

ever 

he gives the most pitiful looks when you do and drags his feet when you walk

he also wont leave you alone

so curious in whatever your doing at that exact moment

and he is impressed by everything you do

“what are you doing?”

“reading”

“wow so cool!”

a bug came in through the window and he screamed

you walked in all nonchalant, grabbed your shoe, and smacked that some of a bitch into a next dimension

he lit up omfg

“wow y/n, that was so manly!”

you brought him in to class since it had been a school day and were too afraid to tell aizawa about the incident

the girls were literally all over him

i mean, who wouldn’t be all over an adorable and friendly (looking at you bakugo) kid?

and the pebble boy was lapping up the attention like a thirsty dog on a hot day

you never expected him to act like this

shy maybe, but then again he was pretty outgoing in his teenage form

he was grinning from ear to ear

literally posing like a mini body builder and making little huffing noises

even you couldn’t help it, letting a little aww out like most of the other girls

this had been causing a slight disturbance to the class

so the whole going to school thing was pointless as aizawa sent the two of you home anyways

he is already a tired dad, he dosen’t need to be dealing with a toddler right now

putting the little strongman on your back you began to walk

you had been hoping that the effects would wear off in a few more hours 

but nothing ever goes to plan dose it?

while you had been walking, you noticed a significant weight increase, but just decided to ignore it

hey you were more sturdy and thicc, you wern’t no pussy, why stop all of a sudden because of the extra weight?

the only single thing that had alerted you to kiri being fully back was the whisper in your ear

instead of a sqeaky and mousy voice, you heart a more smooth and even comment

“hey stranger”

girl you dropped him and ran, him having to catch up to you

he has the audacity to give you a heart attack, he better suck it up

Sero

this was the same situation as bakugo, aizawa just didn’t want to deal with the kid

and especially a kid who kept mixing up two languages

he really was just so one

aizawa gave him the option to go to anyone

of course he ran straight to you, clinging onto your calf, as that was as high as he could reach

hey you looked the most inviting and least scary

he was literally terrified of bakugo and almost started to bawl is eyes out when he went near him

though he calm down slightly when he went down to get to a similar height as him. 

why wouldn’t you take the opportunity to watch a cute little kid and skip class

hey, aizawa said whoever watched him got extra credit

but there soon was a slight problem that you noticed

well not really a problem, but more of a hurdle

with sero being raised in a household that spoke both english and spanish, he started to mix the two, not knowing any better

he would be asking for “leche” and you would just stand there trying to understand with your limited vocab

just the loading circle above your head whenever he started to talk

but you managed with google translate and going off of the vast amount of spanish soap operas you watched at 3 am once a week

surprisingly, he was a very artistic kid

at least every ten minutes he would walk over to you and hand you a squiggly picture of a flower, you, or him and you holding hands

and he would just giggle before running away to make another

bro heart go melt 

being pre occupied with some papers that the father teacher had sent home with you, sero couldn’t get your attention

he might of forgotten your name and got stuck in a predicament

then the most rational thing popped into his head

well his dad called his mom “mi amor” and you and his mom were both pretty ladies

it made total sense to him so he went with it

“hey...”

nothing

“hey...”

nothing again

“hey... mi amor~”

your head shot up immediately

since he noticed that the name had gotten your attention, he just started using it

when he had shifted to being a teen again, the two of you never mentioned the name again

until a few days later when he was back to normal in class

homeboy was trying to get your attention and the multiple taps on the shoulder weren't cutting it

he got an idea

“hey... mi amor~”

yep that got you immediately

and he still uses that nickname for you

[alreadyblondenow]

Hold it all together

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?”

Pairing: Johnny x female!reader, childhood best friends to lovers

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

WC: 1,970k

Warnings: mentions of exchanging nudes, a lot kissing, unorotected sex, mentions of condoms, its just soft sex guys hahha mentiins of dreamies being the reader’s brothers.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time. To the

Happy, excited, and sleepless. Today is the first day of Johnny’s spring break and he has been waiting for this day, the moment freshman year started... because this is the only time he can go home and finally see you again.

Johnny has been your childhood best friend and you two are basically inseparable. Well, except when he needed to leave for college. Of course you’re devastated the whole summer just before Johnny leaves. And it was that season, you both admitted your feelings for each other. Feelings that has been bottled up for too long finally and suddenly bursted out during a friendly kiss that turned into a passionate one which led to a slow and intimate sex the night before he left.

It has been almost half a year when that fateful night happened, but everything feels so fresh for him still. After what happened between you and Johnny, your relationship with each other did not progressed to something even more serious. Although you exchange nudes from time to time, FaceTime until the morning and say ‘i miss you’ to each other together with other sweet words.

And that is why Johnny is driving his way home to you with a bouquet of flowers on the front seat of his car, fighting through his sleepiness and keeping himself awake until he reaches your house to surprise you.

When he finally arrived first thing in the morning, he met your mom first and told you that he’s here to surprise you. “She’s still sleeping, but you can wake her up if you want to. She misses you so bad,” your mom said to Johnny. He then made this way to your room with the flowers in his hand and entered quietly, careful not to disturb your sleep. He placed the flowers on your bedside table near a photo he took for you and smiled in awe because you always cherish everything he gave you.

Feeling so sleepy and tired from the long drive, he removed his shoes and joined you under the covers. Slinging his arm around your waist and finally waking you up with soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m home,” he whispered softly. You rolled to face him, surprised but you’re both so sleepy to show it so you returned his hug and hugged him tightly. The moment you laid eyes on him, his eyes were already closed, comfortable and more than happy that he can feel your presence.

And as you both sleep together in your small bed, well, small because Johnny is a big person, you bask in his warmth and meet him in your dreams. Not wasting any second without each other.

“You must be really tired” you said when he finally woke up, raking his soft hair away from his face.

He nodded and smiled at you. Finally. He thought. “What time is it?”

“Almost afternoon. But no one cares,” you said and came closer to him, finally kissing those lips you missed so much. He rolled on top of you, putting his whole weight on you while kissing you breathlessly on the lips, neck and chest. His hands were perfectly placed on your waist, his thumb is drawing small circles on your skin and as if he’s asking permission to lift your shirt and see you without your clothes on.

He pulled away to remove his thick hoodie and plain white shirt, leaving him only with his denim pants. You noticed his body changed a lot, sure the nude photos he sends were great and it makes you miss him more, but seeing Johnny again in between your legs without a shirt on and looking hot as fuck just makes you crave for him. “This is so much better than the photos you send me,”

He let out a satisfied smile and started to unbutton his denim pants and remove it in front of you. You on the other hand, removed your pajama and welcomed him in your arms again. Kissing him deeper than ever and making him touch your boobs and squeeze them, which makes you automatically part your lips and want for more.

“Have you been fucking different girls from different sororities?” You joked in between kissing him and palming his clothed cock.

“Wouldn’t even dare. How can I even think of fucking other girls, knowing that this pussy is waiting for me?” he knew you were only joking and put his thumb on your clothed pussy. Teasing you with the right amount of pressure, careful not to make you cum so early.

“How about you? Have you been seeing other guys?” you smiled and removed your shirt, throwing it somewhere and finally exposing yourself to him. He then kissed every inch of you, hands freely roam around your body, and even tickling you from time to time.

“How can I even try seeing other guys, when I already have who I want?”

You didn’t see but Johnny smiled because of your answer while he’s placing butterfly kisses all the way down your body. Kissing you lovingly and showing you how much he misses you.

After the innocent kisses, you feel him reach for your panties and hook his fingers on the garter, slowly pulling it down while he kisses your inner thighs. Preparing you to what comes next and spreading your legs a little too harsh than expected that you yelped and your body was dragged on the mattress.

“Oops. Sorry, got carried away,” he sweetly apologized to you, kissing you on the cheek before he proceeds again.

That sudden harsh movement was the real Johnny in bed. You’ve only had sex with him once, now is only the second time. But word is, Johnny fucks hard in bed. Everyone knows that because he slept with a handful of girls during high school and you’re just this supportive friend that listens to him talk about a great night or a great fuck the other night.

“Hey,” Johnny snapped his fingers and went on top of you again, intertwining his fingers with yours and kissing your knuckles before he makes you embrace him. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing. I’m just swimming in my thoughts. Uhm, what did you said again?”

“I asked if you want to use a condom”

“Uh. I don’t have one... do you-“

“Nope,” he said with a smirk. You suddenly remember that he loves fucking raw but what you don’t know is, you’re the first person he ever fucked raw. “Just tell me if it hurts. Again. Okay?”

He said, and you nod. Lining his cock on your entrance while he kisses your neck and kissing your boobs as he pushes in slowly. Tighter and tighter, your grip on his shoulders becomes. The familiar stretch of Johnny’s cock just makes your eyes shut and take him whole. Savouring every thrust he gives you, feeling every inch of cock inside you. It’s so big, you tell to yourself.

“Sorry, it’s bigger now because I’m so horny and I haven’t had sex since our last” he explained with ragged breaths near your ear.

“It’s okay,” is all you can manage to say.

He fucked you slow and deep or fast and sloppy. Either way it felt good and it surprised you how long you lasted this time.

Then suddenly he pulled away, spreading your legs wider as he changes his position. Having a better view of your bouncing boobs and fucked expression that never fails to turn him on. “Fuck Y/n,” he whined and reached for your boobs as he moves slower. Matching your moans and groans because he’s so close too. He then closes the space between you two and kissed you on the lips again like you’re about to disappear any second. Holding on to your body so tight that you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Then suddenly your eyes rolled back and you’re breathing heavily and moaning a little too loud but no one will hear. Your orgasm completely washed you away and its all thanks to Johnny.

You smiled at him and reached for kisses to calm both of you down. “Was it a good one?” He was talking about the orgasm.

“The. Best.” You said in between kissing. “Did you come inside me?” He shook his head no. “Good. I’m not on the pill,”

“Kind of made a mess tho,” he looked to the direction of where he shoot his cum and it was on your lower abdomen and bed sheets. It was thick. His cum was so thick and many, that he was already embarrassed.

“Is it obvious that i missed you?” He asked. Kissing you on your forehead sincerely before he proceeds to clean his mess up.

���I think I need to shower,” you said.

“Okay, I’ll cover for you,”

While you were busy cleaning yourself, Johnny made himself decent again and decided to go downstairs to greet Mark and Jeno, your brothers. And eventually have breakfast with them.

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?” He casually asked them and stuffed sausage in his mouth.

“Heck yeah that’s what I’m talking about man! Yo, just dont hurt her” Mark exclaimed in excitement thens suddenly turned serious.

“I won’t,” Johnny answered.

“And don’t make her miss you too much because you know we cant trust long distance relationship these days,” Jeno added.

Johnny agrees and said, “I will visit her every month”

“Don’t get her pregnant. I mean yet- get her pregnant when it’s the righ time- you get what i mean” Mark awkwardly added.

“O...kay. I’ll use condoms from now on. Anything else?”

“Dude just make her happy like you always do,”

“I will” Johnny said with a proud smile.

“Aren’t you boys should be cleaning the pool?” And the two boys immediately scrammed and quickly did their chores. Leaving you and Johnny in the kitchen with the food. Pinching Johnny’s cheek because now that you can see him clearly, you see a lot of changes.

“Only you can do that to me” he said then caught your hand and intertwined it with yours, he has become bold you notice. He pulled you closer to him while he finishes his juice, but the atmosphere is hetting a little stuffy and awkward so you tried having a conversation.

“Do you want to shower? I still have some of your clothes” you offered.

“Mhmm. Keep those, I have stuff in my car”

You nod and suddenly it was silent.

“Hey y/n, I was thinking of making it official between us. I mean if you want to. I just think that we’ve been flirting with each other for some time now and wed make a pretty good team,”

“ I thought you’d never ask. Took you longer than expected tho,” you put another sausage in his mouth ”The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return.”

“Im just scared to fuck it up,” he sighed in relief “thank you for loving me back. I promise to take care of you 5000 more times than before”

“I’ll do the same... and wow you just asked me to be your girlfriend in the middle of our kitchen. How romantic.” He smiled handsomely then suddenly remembered one last thing.

“Oh by the way we uhm we need to start using condoms. I promised mark,”

“What-“

“I know right. Fucking you raw is good but your brother said to not get you pregnant”

“Ugh mark...” you moved your chair and hugged him tightly feeling him kiss the top of your head and cheek nonstop while you continue to eat.

The day may have started filthily, but it ended with a decently soft kiss on your temple from your best friend now boyfriend.