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remsmoonlight · 3 years ago

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— title : sweeter than candy

— word count : 3k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : daryl is good at keeping things buried, but when the thought of words left unsaid do you both realise you have both been thinking the same thing about the other.

— warnings : mentions injuries, mentions of death

“ hi!! OMGG I came across your account and I’m obsessed with your writing!! I was wondering if you could write a Daryl Dixon x Reader following candy coated promises. Where Daryl has developed feelings for reader and following an errand run she gets injured and has to stay in bed. And Daryl find out! If that makes sense! Thank you!!! “

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* requests are open ! / requested by anon *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A deep desperation of yearning to be useful has led you to forget the risks involved in the interminable list of things that wish to cause you harm and are able to on such an intense scale. Luck had been on your side for so long, the illusion of life’s greatest ally refusing eluding your group for this long has proved itself to be just that — nothing more than an illusion. Once the burning of fear had dulled to nothing more than a dim ache, all you now feel is the one wound that does not run red yet pours into your veins as if it does. Stupidity. You’d volunteered yourself to go on a run with a small group, you’d spent enough time before the barbed wire fences, that you felt yourself becoming trapped.

A deep regret that would follow you even in death would be if any of your group would, too, meet their chapter’s end too soon by an immense error made on your part.

One thing that lays dormant in your mind, yet unable to completely fade is the fear of becoming too settled in safety. Spending too much time wrapped in a blanket of comfort that provides refuge from the grit the outside world revels in only hands you a vulnerability unsuitable for a reality submerged in death that roams freely. You don’t want to forget how to survive, you’ve come too far for that.

Part of that is how you have ended up being put to bedrest.

Your brain is yet to sort through and file the fleeting images that blend together into one disorientating image instead of a folder of what had occurred picture by picture. In one instance the group and yourself had been rummaging through the shelves that still contained some stock and the next, you’re rushing Maggie out of the way and pushing over shelves onto a growing horde of walkers. Though in the next second, your heart fell a thousand feet below as you lost your balance from the liquid coating the floor from where they’d tumbled and smashed to the floor, with the shards of glass forming a bewitching hazard.

“ your ankle still givin’ you trouble? “

The voice pulls you out of your thoughts, your sight settling on Maggie.

“ I don’t know if that hurts more or if these scratches do. “ You complain, your fingers lightly tug at the bandages that cover the fresh wounds that coat both of your palms, you take note of a number of loose fibres from the material.

“ Glass’ll do that to ‘ya. “ She chuckles, slowly moving into the room. She grabs a chair from the metal desk on the side and moves it next to your bed. “ I never got a chance to say thanks. “

“ You don’t have to worry about it. “ you refuse, shaking your head in turn.

“ I feel it’s my fault you’re like this. “

“ If we’re going to blame anyone, let’s blame my eyesight. I should have seen that wet patch. I should have been more careful. “ Frustration that burns bright in your reply as you turn away from her. Perhaps you’d spent too much time concealed from the harsh reality that constantly claws at you all as it takes refuge in a thick coat of a hauntingly isolating fog as it waits to drag you down with it further into the depths.

Mistakes are synonymous with fatalities now, one moment you’re on top of the world and in the next you can be in a free fall clutching the thin air as if it should be your saviour. Never have moments been promised, and this fact has never shone clearer than when the dead claimed the Earth for itself in an effort to void it of life wholly.

“ Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself. “ Maggie brings a hand forward to squeeze your shoulder momentarily, a comforting smile packaged with it easing some of the self loathing you could feel weaving itself into your being.

“ I don’t have much to do in here by myself, I have to keep myself entertained somehow. “

“ Well, I got an idea.. “ She trails off, a mischievous grin lifting her lips.

“ Maggie.. “ You utter a strict warning, already knowing where the conversation is about to lead.

She pauses for a second, laughter bouncing from grimy wall to grimy wall as she reacts to your cautionary tone, the light in her eyes bursting with the power of a thousand stars as it illuminates her features. Gratitude for the fleeting moments of rare normalcy that reflects a past occurrence in the old world runs deep, for a fraction of a second you can pretend you’re simply two friends joking about something goofy and foolish. For a minute, you’re not sheltering in a decrepit prison as you run from walkers, it’s a perfectly average afternoon.

“ You can’t tell me you don’t realise the way he looks your way now? I know you’ve been lookin’.. “

“ Okay, I think I'm tired now. “ You huff, shifting your body as to your ability with your injured ankle to face the wall that has an array of stains permanently painted into its surface.

Maggie only laughs in response, the sounds of steps dulling into nothing more than a ghost of an echo that informs you of her departure. Her words have pulled a string you’d not wished to pay attention to until it would be absolutely necessary. Needless to say that as much as you’d tried to bury the budding seeds of affection into the dirt, they’d only bloomed in force into a sea of colour with the evidence left to coat your fingertips for everyone to see.

Never had it been your intention to entertain this idea, when anything positive you’ve managed to seize with both hands can be ripped away so unexpectedly that you are left to nurse the empty space left behind of what once had been, grieving the idea of what could have been. However, there’s a dim curiosity that softly grows in size that envelopes around you, compelling a desire to reacquaint yourself with a human intimacy that fell to the back of the queue as the instinct to survive overwhelmed it. You don’t want to fear living, you don’t want to fear connecting to others on a deeper level, but you can’t help but simply.. be afraid.

Had you been in a different reality where the world continued on as normal, you would have probably fallen under his spell sooner.

Only after that one night you’d spent on watch together after he’d gone out of his way to bring you such a simple gift illuminated him in a way that your sight would often lean towards him. Many times you would find yourself analysing his actions on a deeper level, a coy warmth burying itself in the pit of your stomach when realising he’d included you in his thought process. From the chocolate bar, to you being the first person he’d check on if you needed anything before heading out on a run, to even the simple act of being there just to talk when life felt rough. A shape of one Daryl Dixon had been carved out by the man before either of you had realised.

A thunderous groan erupts from your lips as you turn onto your back to stare at the bunk on top with the realisation hitting you like a train threatening not to stop. You completely adore the Dixon.

About an hour away from the Prison Daryl secures the last of the rabbits caught, they swing side to side with each of his calculated movements. All Daryl finds himself wanting to do is to get back to the Prison, unable to push down the inclination of being back to the comfort the life behind those metal fences bring. It’s been a long day and all he’s interested in is getting back to those he holds dear.

That thought is when a fleeting frame of your face crosses his mind. Though he speaks not of which he truly wishes to share, the time you do spend together is something he cherishes more than a billionaire would with all of the money and rubies in the world if they had them in the palm of their hands. The darker side of him, the side that would always listen to those who preferred to taint his waters with their gloom, doesn’t allow the emotions constantly swirling within him to be touched by the burning sun rays as they are laid bare.

Heavy breaths fall without grace from his chest as he’s let through the gates, the stony expressions etched deeply into Carol’s features. No words need to be uttered to know it’s to do with you, Daryl doesn’t even allow a thought before he’s making his way on a path he has walked a thousand times and will walk a thousand times more. Creaks that echo in the darkening corridors that are not lit by the comforting flames of candles, the prison sounding as if it’s more in pain than it appears — still, he pays no care. His only goal is to check on you, he’d be unable to forgive himself if anything were to happen to you and he’d never be able to see you one last time. His brain conjures a number of horrific scenarios and tainted pictures to accompany them as it runs wild in a sea of dread.

The crossbow that had been secured in Daryl’s grip is lowered gently to the ground as he scans your form, a grateful sigh when he sees the slow movement of breathing.

He lowers himself into the chair next to your bed, trying to pinpoint the moment he’d stopped gazing upon your form as a friend to replace it with an aura of starlight — no longer did he see the colour of your eyes, but galaxies full of life and wonderment. Daryl allows himself a few seconds to chase each other by as he considers his next action, though deep down he’s aware his decision had already been chosen, as he threads his fingertips into yours to allow your warmth to comfort the panic that had been raging at the thought of your demise. His thumb traces a circle that is light enough to keep you tucked away in a slumber and as a comfort technique for him, where his mind allows him the time to placate himself.

Before he’s aware of it, the sky blends into itself once more as the pastel hues paint it with dashes of gold from the sun as dawn breaks and he’s hunched over with your hands still connected as one — the position held the entire night. Nothing can be heard in the confined space except a symphony of soft breathing from you both, the serenity only the early hours in which no one is awake brings comfort to the sleeping forms of you and Daryl.

A lengthy yawn escapes your lips as your eyes fight to open as they blink heavily to adjust to the light that invades as much as it can. The weight of something lying comfortably in your hands confuses you, as you distinctly remember there had been no pressure previously, the image before you washes your entire body with the icy grip of shock as you scan the trail leading from the hand within yours to the person it belongs to. Teeth grip your bottom lip as you bite it, attempting to battle away a smile that wishes to break free, you can’t believe the sense of humour that the universe has. Not an inch is moved by any part of your body, you seek to savour the intensity that such a simple action bears, your eyes positively glowing in adoration as a softer side to the man is revealed. Moments like these are few and far between, it leaves you wanting to bottle it up and pocket it forever.

A squeak of displeasure cuts through the serenity the early hours have worked so hard to cultivate as you inch your injured ankle to the side, clearly different positions prove to be the opposite of beneficial. The noise is enough to wake Daryl, his sudden alertness makes you doubt whether he’d truly been in a deep rest, but it’s the least of your worries as he realises he spent the night with his grip connected to yours. The warmth that brought a grounding comfort to your being now is a phantom touch you crave again once an eerily coolness now surrounds your empty palm.

“ ‘M sorry ‘bout that. “

“ There’s nothing to apologise for, Daryl. It was nice. “ You confess, your volume touches the air with a softness of a feather that descends to below in an elegant waltz.

“ Mhm. “ He turns his gaze to the floor, a thumb is chewed upon lightly as he’s wondering what he should say next. “ ‘Was worried about ‘ya as soon as I got back. “

“ Yeah, things just kinda happened. “

“ ‘Ya gotta watch y’self more out there. “ He scolds you with a light scorch of misplaced anger that almost lays eternally with him, a wave of anxiety at the thought of losing you are twins in a realm of horror he never wants to bear witness to.

“ I know, Daryl. “

Poisonous words full of fire and fury born out of dread of your existence in his life being cut short itch to burn your indifference to the situation. As he settles his gaze upon you, all he can see are the stolen moments you both have shared away from the group, where the person he’d created in his head built without even speaking to had been smashed into shards the more he got to know — you’re a fresh breath of peace in an unstable world that thrives on chaos. Quiet moments where all he can hear are the flickering embers of the fire are the memories he finds himself kicking for, all that lost time to never be recovered due to his preconceived notions.

“ Do ‘ya? “ Daryl shakes his head in frustration, his soul a pot of swirling emotions and thoughts blinding him to the point he can’t see straight. “ I can’t lose ‘ya. “

His voice is so low you barely hear it, your brows thread together in the slightest form as they’re unused to the window of Daryl’s vulnerability being so widely open.

“ You won’t. “ A faint twitch of your lips means well, you try to comfort the man. Your touch is delicate as your palm overlaps his with warmth.

“ Y’can’t promise that. “

“ But I can try! “ You argue lightly, a bounce in your response.

“ Forget it. “ Daryl sighs harshly, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thoughts that run circles around his mind.

“ Daryl! Wait. “ Your voice falls on deaf ears as he’s already halfway towards the exit of the room, for a moment you forget your injury and a burning sensation flies with boundless wings up your protesting muscles and you land in a heap on the floor. The bandages do nothing to cushion your fall, you cry out in pain from the intensity of the throbbing plaguing your body.

“ Why can’t ‘ya be careful!? Damn it. “

Before you know it, Daryl is level with you as you feel his touch grazing your skin — ensuring you’d not injured yourself further. Guilt pools in his stomach at the thought of your current suffering being his fault, his ire now directs itself brightly towards him.

“ Dar — what’s going on? Why are you acting like this? “ You quiz as your expression contorts into a grimace. You’d not seen him behave like this for what feels like a long century, even more so when directed towards you.

“ Like what?! Huh? “

“ You’re being crazy! “ You state, your finger jabs into his chest.

“ Ain’t it obvious? “ Daryl asks suddenly.

Your head shakes, confusion clouds your features as if it’s an angry storm that has waited long enough for the calm — nothing can be seen through the darkened skies. All you want is for the sunny rays of truth to shed light upon this mess.

“ ‘Ya mean more to me than you should. “

“ Daryl? Do.. do you — ? “

He nods suddenly, unable to hear the words out loud no matter how true they ring, because as real as it is. There would be no taking it back then. Your lips purse as a sad smile lifts itself with no help from you, your heart hurting as you realise this could have been avoided entirely since you both appear to be on the same page. You acknowledge the fact that actions would speak louder than words in this scenario, your fingertips brush through darkened strands of hair as if they play a sheet of music with the aging competence of a commanding pianist. This is one of many songs your mind finds itself conjuring, a burning hope of this forging something more between you. It’s not long before your arms are wrapped around his neck, with Daryl unable to believe the scene in which he finds himself in, you’re a sky full of stars that he finds himself wanting to get lost in.

“ We can take this one step at a time, yeah? “ You question softly, not wanting to be witness to the fleeting images of a set of angel wings.

He agrees silently, a warmth spreads outwards from your cheeks and treks outwards to cover your completely. The moment is sweet, as it concludes with a honeyed kiss on his tanned cheek. In one frame you both are thinking the same thing, just how lucky you are to have fought through your fears of living and given in to taking the plunge into unchartered waters that Maggie and Glenn have already found themselves navigating.

In a world full of the dead, you both agree that to love shouldn’t be a reason to cower and hide.

#daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon oneshot #twd imagine #daryl fic #twd oneshot #daryl dixon imagine

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eunsoyi · 4 years ago

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best boy

kageyama tobio wasn’t the type of person who would feel insecure on a whim.

he is very confident about his abilities (disregarding academics—he is well aware that studying was not his best suit) and he knows that if he spent the time sharpening his skills, he’d be the best volleyball player in all of japan. tobio isn’t a loser in any form or kind. he’s athletic, he’s fairly good-looking (at least more than tsukishima and hinata), and he’s in a relationship with you.

you were scouted as the new trainee manager for the karasuno men’s volleyball since yachi hitoka invited, no, forced you to join her. you didn’t have the heart to say no to your first high school friend, and then you met tobio. he was the typical hot-headed annoyingly great at everything high school boy, but as time flew by, the two of you oddly hit it off and started dating.

in tobio’s perspective, he was the luckiest man on earth. he was dating someone like you, someone who’s perfect without any flaws (with the exception of your occasional foul mouth, but tobio could live with that). you caught the attention of a lot of people so naturally, he’d be very protective of you. he doesn’t want to lose you, after all.

the wave of insecurity hit him like a truck. there was no warning, it suddenly just occurred to him that maybe, possibly, he was just not the right person for you. he didn’t know where that came from, but he certainly wanted the thought to go away.

he watched you do your manager stuff from his peripheral vision one day during training. he inwardly sighed, thinking that there are millions of other guys out there who were richer, more handsome, more talented that he was. just imagining you with some other significantly superior guy was killing him.

his train of thoughts went to a stop when he felt a sharp pain in his head, his world spinning, and his legs give out.

“tobio!” was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

he woke up with a blinding white light greeting him. for a moment, he thought he was dead. panic bubbled inside him, but quickly died down when his eyesight became clearer, and when he saw you sitting beside him.

“you got hit by tsukishima, tobio.” you said, trying not to giggle but still looking worried. how does she even do that?

“ah, i see.”

“your nose was bleeding and you immediately passed out, so we brought you here.” you explained. “tsukishima was laughing his ass off so he was no help at all.”

tobio did not reply and just stared blankly at the ceiling. ah, how pathetic. you continued to talk about how the others were in shock that you were hit by a volleyball of all things, and by tsukishima of all people. tobio wanted to bury himself right then and there. he couldn’t stop imagining the scenario itself. he probably looked so uncool that you were turned off. he couldn’t blame you, though. he was just nothing more than a pathetic wannabe student athlete who can’t even play properly.

“hey? tobio? are you okay?” you waved your hand in front of his face to get his attention.

“mm? yeah, i’m fine.” he said in a rather distant manner.

“you don’t look okay. is something wrong? do you want me to beat tsukishima up?” you said while giggling and cracking your knuckles in a joking manner.

“no, don’t beat anyone up, that’s wrong.” he replied, finally cracking a smile which made you sigh in relief. “it’s just..”

“just what?”

“i don’t think i’m good enough.” he paused. “for you.”

you stared at him silently for a few seconds. there it is, i told her, he thought to himself as sweat flooded his palms.

“that’s not true.” you finally spoke after five seconds, which was tobio’s longest five seconds in his life. he looked up to meet your eyes and replied a pathetic sounding “huh?”

“you’re amazing, tobio. you’re absolutely perfect.” you smiled at him, placing your hand on his. “you’re my greatest blessing, don’t you know that?”

he felt the temperature rise in his cheeks. “w-what the hell..”

you giggled at his reaction. “oh please, if you’re going to start a sappy conversation then you shouldn’t start blushing.” you said as you blushed slightly as well.

“shut up, i didn’t know it would end like this.” he covered his face with his hands, but quickly put them down to look at you more. ah, i’m so lucky.

you gave him a peck on the cheek, making his face tinge light pink once more. “i love you, best boy. don’t forget that.”

he was, for sure, going to rub the fact that he was best boy in tsukishima’s face as revenge.

i’m back babies. mwa.

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an-unknown-writers-world · 5 years ago

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Breaking Routine

Day Seven: Ice Skating

Part of @panicfob 25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Warnings: Angst

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (First Person, Nameless) ; Sam Wilson x Reader(platonic)

Word Count: 2171

A/N: The beginning of this series can be found on my Masterlist if you’ve missed any of this.

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It had been a long, hard quiet day. I woke up with the worst hangover I’d had since freshman year of college, although I was at a loss for which was worse, my alcohol hangover or the emotional turmoil, I was feeling. The day had been full of things that were amiss, I woke up later than normal, so Bucky had come and gone by the time I made breakfast. I had tried to go for a run but lacked any motivation, I even tried a few rounds with the heavy bag and couldn’t stay focused on it. Most of the day had passed even into the evening and I was yet to see Bucky and believe me, I had looked everywhere.

I was beginning to think that game night was a bad idea or at least the alcohol part of it. I had practically thrown myself at Bucky and haven’t seen him since. I thought we were fine afterward, at least I was fine. I understood his thought process and I respected his decision even when every fiber of my being wanted to fight him.

After eating dinner, I realized pacing the house wasn’t getting me anywhere and I had already done all the laundry and dishes I could find. So, I found myself on the couch in the theater room watching ice skating. I was mentally and emotionally exhausted from being so inside my own head. I wasn’t sure how long I had been there before Sam moseyed in.

“You look miserable,” Sam said plopping into the chair next to the couch.

“Gee, thanks,” I replied not pulling my eyes from the tv.

“Maria says hello.”

I frowned, I hadn’t seen Maria in weeks, I didn’t even know she was back in town. She calls most if not all of the missions still. “You got to see her?”

“She got back into town last night, she’ll be here for a few weeks.”

“Hope I’ll get to see her,” I said looking at him.

“You will, she’s gonna be at the Stark Christmas party thing, I get to be her plus one.” He grinned, “Guess Barnes is the only one not coming. That is unless you’re taking him.”

I shrugged. “We haven’t talked about it.”

“I just assumed with as cozy as you two have been lately, that it didn’t need to be talked about.” Sam pushed.

“Well, you shouldn’t assume Sam.” My tone came out harsher than I intended. “If things were so peachy between us maybe he wouldn’t have vanished the entire day after I practically threw myself at him.”

“Whoa,” He sighed. “That wasn’t the response I was expecting.”

Grabbing the pillow next to me, I fiddled with the threaded design. Fidgeting had always been my give away for anxiety, ever since I was a little girl. I hadn’t intended to tell Sam any of this, it really wasn’t any of his business.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Not much to say. We were all drunk, I asked him to stay with me and he told me no. He went to bed and I haven’t seen him since.”

“That’s it he just said no?”

“Well not technically, he gave me a noble speech about how he refused to stay with me if alcohol was involved in my decision making.” I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes his old-fashioned personality can be really frustrating.”

“Dude’s got some morals though. And as much as it pains me to defend him, there’s not a whole heck of a lot of those he can hold onto still. Mind control kind of robs you of a lot of those.”

I was shocked at Sam’s defense of Bucky; he had incredibly valid points, but this was progress for them. “That’s the things Sam, I’m not even mad at him for it.” I sighed realizing things for myself for the first time today. “I’m mad at myself for doing it, to begin with, it wasn’t the right time and I knew that I just didn’t want to be apart from him. The thing that upsets me the most is that he’s been gone for god only knows how long and I haven’t heard from him.”

“He left around nine-thirty this morning,” Sam stated,

I looked at him confused.

“We interacted over coffee this morning.”

“You interacted? Like you had a conversation?” I laughed.

“Not sure I’d call it that,” He shrugged. “He grumbled about him being an idiot and an asshole, which I naturally agreed with.”

“Sam,” I chided

“I didn’t know what was going on.” He urged, “If I did, I probably would have just sent him back upstairs to fix it.”

“Do you know where he went?”

“He didn’t say specifically, just that he was going to see a friend.”

“Ugh,” I threw the pillow in my face.

“That was a bit dramatic.”

“Shush. I’ve been stewing all day.”

“What are you watching anyway?” Sam asked looking at the tv.

“Figure skating.”

“Never understood the point of it, ice rinks are for hockey, not dance parties.”

I laughed, “Those girls are more athletic than you are.”

“How do you figure?”

We went back and forth bickering about pointless facts about ice skating in general. I had always knowns I was too clumsy to ever put myself on ice, but that didn’t stop me from watching it every winter that I could. We agreed that each use of an ice rink required specific skills that neither of us possessed. Eventually, he decided it was time for him to find food and get a workout in.

“Also, before I forget, Morgan and Peter are coming over tomorrow to build Gingerbread houses.”

“Morgan can stay, the other kid’s gotta go.”

“You can’t hate him for webbing you forever. Will you turn the light off?” I called out as he got to the doorway.

“It’s bad for your eyesight,” He replied, turning the light out anyways.

I wasn’t sure I cared about my eyesight at the moment, instead, I snuggled further into the couch pulling the blanket off the back; I stretched out with my head on one of the armrests. Focusing on the screen I tried to clear my mind and just focus on the tv, watching their beautiful rhythm, the smooth glides broke up by intense twists and jumps. It was mesmerizing really. I’m not sure how long I stayed that way, but it must have been a while.

“It’s beautiful,” Bucky said from the doorway. “Can I come in?”

“It’s a public space,” I stated,

He didn’t respond, instead, he came to sit on the couch. Carefully lifting my legs so they laid across his lap with the blanket. We had sat this way every night to watch the news lately, it was comfortable, but it felt wrong with my current mood. Neither of us spoke through the next routine, but it wasn’t the comfortable silence I was used to. It was thick with unspoken tension and unheard emotions.

“I’ve always had an irrational fear that I would fall and get my wrist sheared off by the blade of a skate,” Bucky confessed breaking the silence.

I looked him a little confused at first, “Always, like since you were a little kid?”

He nodded, “Even Steve would go ice skating; granted he usually broke or bruised something. But I was always content to sit on the side and watch. Did you ever skate growing up?” He asked.

I shook my head, “The town I grew up didn’t have any kind of ice rink and the nearest city that did was about two hours away. Even if it did, I don’t think I’d ever try. I’m too clumsy, I’d be afraid of falling.”

“Isn’t it funny how we let the fear of falling keep us from doing things we think we’d enjoy.” Bucky mused.

He spoke so softly I wasn’t sure I was meant to hear it. I sat hesitantly wanting to speak, there were a hundred topics on the tip of my tongue, where had he been all day, did he leave because he couldn’t face me, was he okay? I wanted to apologize for my actions the night before, but then I wondered did they really require an apology, me vocalizing something that I wanted.

I was beginning to feel like our relations the last few days was like a figure skating routine, long smooth glides, the steady build of our friendship, the first twist with the cookies, the curving glides with the tree and stitches episode and that first jump on the sleigh ride. Routines end, sometimes they end poorly with the skater crashing to the ground, other times they end with a beautiful bow.

“Can I turn this off so we can talk for a few minutes?” Bucky asked.

This didn’t sound good.

“Sure, you’ll want to turn on the lamp behind you.”

He reached behind him flipping on the light and quickly powered the tv off. Turning ever so slightly, my legs still across his lap but his body facing me almost head-on now. The serious expression on his face was impossible to read.

“I owe you an apology,” He started.

“No, you don’t.” I interrupted. “I owe you one.”

Bucky sighed, “Please, let me.”

I nodded, agreeing to shut up so he could speak.

“I let my fear of falling stop me last night. There were so many different, better ways that I could have handled that last night. Neither of us wanted to be alone, I knew that’s what it was. We don’t have to sleep together to sleep together.” I smiled at the way he emphasized the first sleep. “I should have been more open and talked about it. I need to be honest with you, completely honest.”

“You haven’t shared a bed with anyone in eighty years?” I joked.

“Har, har.” He pretended to laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”

He reached out to grab my hand. “This terrifies me.” He confessed. “I don’t know how to do this; I barely knew how to do it in the ’40s. Last night after I went to bed and I heard your door close I got back up. I stood outside your room for a while, long enough to hear the crying. It killed me, I promised you back on the sleigh that I’d never break your heart and that’s exactly what I did last night.”

“Buck,” I sighed. “You did not break my heart. I was upset, but I was also drunk and overly emotional. I should have been clearer; I was asking you to stay the night with me not jump my bones.”

Bucky laughed, “What?”

I blushed, “You don’t know what jumping someone’s bones means?”

“Can’t say that I do, doll.”

“Well, it means to have sex.”

“Oh,” He laughed.

“Let me be perfectly honest. You never have to apologize for having morals and not wanting to cross a line at a certain point. I know that there are some things I am more comfortable with than you might be. We grew up in different time periods. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I scooted down the couch to be closer to him, “I don’t want you to be afraid to say no to something because you’re afraid you’ll upset me.”

He nodded,

“You know the thing that upset me the most wasn’t even what happened last night. It sounds stupid, but I missed you at breakfast and everywhere I went in the compound today, you weren’t there. I didn’t know where you were.”

He smiled at me weakly, “You could have called or text. I was just in the city.”

I looked down at where our fingers were intertwined, “I thought you were avoiding me.”

“I was trying to give you space because I thought you were upset with me.”

“We really suck at thinking we know how each other is feeling.” I chuckled.

Bucky lifted my chin with his metal finger, “I’m not the best at saying how I feel sometimes.”

He leaned forward pressing his lips to my forehead. When he pulled back, I looked up at his stormy blue eyes pulling me in like gravity. In one fluid motion, I closed the distance between us again pressing my lips to his. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, unspoken words of forgiveness and love shared. When we finally broke the kiss, I leaned my head in the crook of his neck trying to catch my breath.

“I think that’s better than my stumbling over words.” Bucky laughed quietly.

“I don’t know, I like your words,” I replied pulling back to look at him again.

“You’re biased,” He kissed me chastely.

“I could get used to that.” I smiled.

He kissed my lips again, then forehead, the tip of my nose, before coming back and finding my lips once again.

If this was our figure skating routine for the day, I’ll take it as a smooth gliding victory.

#panic's 25 days of christmas #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #sam wilson x reader #A Very Marvel Christmas #An Unknown Writers World writes #An Unknown Writers World

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domjiwon · 6 years ago

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shopping, dinner, and chill | donghyuk [M]

commission for anonymous wc: 2,7k warnings: smut, namecalling, chocking, toys, semi public, etc

Donghyuk had the whole evening planned out. Some shopping, some romantic dinner, some quality time with you.

“Where are we going today?” You ask him as you’re getting ready. “I need to know how to dress.”

“Dress a little bit fancy, I like it when you do,” he answered with a smile, trying, without success, to not spoil your date.

You smirked, “So fancy dinner it is.”

Donghyuk rolled his eyes while giggling, “Must you ruin all my surprises.”

“It’s not that hard to do,” you smiled.

First came shopping at your favorite mall, it was huge and really close to your place. First stop was your favourite shop, Adore You; it had your exact type of clothing and it was cheap enough you always left the place carrying at least three bags.

You couldn’t ask for a more supportive boyfriend, he didn’t stand on the side looking bored but instead helped you choose clothes and only left to explore the racks by himself to find something he thought you’d like.

“Hey,” he says after coming back from doing just that. “How about this skirt? I think it’d suit you nicely”

You took a look at it and smiled brightly. “I love it! Can you hold the rest of the clothes I picked up so I can keep looking?”

“Of course, baby”

God, you were so in love with this guy.

After making the purchase, well, purchases, you head to another jewelry store. Not planning on buying anything having in mind the prices, but you love window shopping and Donghyuk would never mind.

“Oh! That’s a beautiful ring they got here.” You comment.

“Proposing to me already?” Donghyuk jokes.

“Maybe soon” You tell him suggestively.

“You know...” He makes a shy pause. “I wouldn’t mind.”

You almost blush, but instead wrap your arms around his neck for a sweet kiss.

He ends up buying you the ring even after your protests about the price tag.

Last stop is the underwear store, another favourite of yours. You love underwear but you love showing it off for Donghyuk even more.

After picking up some bras and undies, you find a set of lingerie that makes you fall in love instantly.

“Dongdong,” You call him. “Look what I just found.”

He comes to you, carrying all your soon to be underwear. “Yes, love?”

When he sees why you called him he’s a bit shocked, you can tell, but in the best of ways.

He whispers in your ear, “Can’t wait to fuck you in that thing.”

“I know you can’t,” You answer and walk away to find more clothes.

When you’re done and trying out in the changing room what you plan on buying, you call out for him, wearing that set of lingerie you showed him earlier.

“Hey Dong, could you help me out with something?” You ask sticking your head out of the curtain, knowing he’ll have some sort of reaction to you wearing it.

“Sure, what do you need?” He asks as he steps in.

And damn, he wasn’t expecting you to be wearing that set of lingerie you just picked up.

You see his eyes change, his posture change, and you know something is coming.

He smiles sweetly at you, but you know him better than that.

“You gave me an idea.” Fuck, here it comes. “You got me all turned in that lingerie... Thankfully I brought a gift for you.”

You look at him skeptically, wondering exactly what he’s talking about.

Until he pulls out of his bag a little black box you recognize instantly. Fuck, the love egg.

“Fuck Donghyukie, right here?”

“Right here, right now.”

You’re more than excited by the idea, biting your lip and already getting a bit wet.

“Fuck, okay.”

“I don’t need your okay. You’ll do it nonetheless. Open up your legs.”

You do, obediently. He shoves a finger in your mouth to get it wet, then he moves your underwear just enough to get the finger inside you. You sigh, trying your best to stay quiet in the very public place.

Donghyuk moves the finger around a little, just enough to get you feeling something. Then adds a second one, and you’re trying hard not to get louder.

He has you lying against the wall for support as he fingers you open enough to fit the egg, and when you’re ready he doesn’t waste a second putting it inside you.

“I know you like it, slut.” And fuck, it’s really hard to contain yourself at hearing him say that.

“I do, babe.”

“Gonna fuck you so hard on that thing I’ll rip it to pieces, I won’t go easy on you. You can take it right, princess? I know you can.”

You’re dripping wet by now, the egg not helping at all.

“Yeah I can. Anything you want from me I’ll obey you, I’ll do it, I can do it.”

“You better do it, you don’t want to find out what will happen if you don’t.”

The egg one is of the remotely controlled ones you bought together some time ago, it’s one of your favourite toys. This is definitely going to be a difficult day for you.

Donghyuk presses the egg deeper inside you, fingering you as he does. You need to stop your moans with your hands on your mouth, but Donghyuk scolds you right away.

“Do not do that. Let me hear you, let the whole store hear you.”

You yell, overwhelmed, “Fuck, fuck, Donghyuk I want more.”

“You’ll get more when I think you deserve it.”

After that Donghyuk cleans his fingers on your clothes and steps out of the changing room.

Lunch comes next, and you’re already suffering all the way through as Donghyuk turns on the vibe randomly and plays with the different intensities. You’re dying the whole time, having to act like nothing is happening while throwing dirty glances at him. Sometimes you can’t hold it together and little moans escape you without permission, or you beg him to stop for a second so you can catch a breather. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t and punishes you by upping the intensity for a few seconds. You love him but this is killing you.

Dinner is going to be something else.

You get to the place in no time, thankfully, but sitting down proves to be a challenge.

Ordering food makes your words come out staggered, sometimes mumbled, but you finally order something for both of you to eat.

But Donghyuk doesn’t think the fun should stop there. As you wait for the food he keeps playing with you, to the point you have to lay your head down on the table to hide your flustered and flushed face.

Donghyuk takes the opportunity to up the intensity a bit more, leaving it there until you almost scream with surprise and he decides it’s too much for the dinner to handle.

When the food reaches your table, Donghyuk asks you to accompany him to the bathroom.

That can’t be good. At all.

You make sure there’s no one in the girls bathroom and quickly signal Donghyuk to get in. Choosing the closest stall, you ask him. “What is it?”

Donghyuk doesn’t waste a single second to open up your jeans and shoving his fingers inside you again; you’re so wet already he doesn’t even need to go slow.

He presses the egg even deeper than it already is, hitting your g-spot with ease.

“Fuck, Donghyukie stop. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“But you’re not allowed to. So you won’t, understood?”

You nod, biting your lip and breathing deeply to calm yourself.

He takes his fingers out of you and makes you suck on them to clean them up.

“Ready to eat?” He asks as if nothing happened.

You nod, thankful he’s done teasing you, but the egg is wrecking you from the inside.

Eating your food is way more pleasant, though the thought and feeling of the egg inside you is still very present.

When you’re done you go straight back home, not at your request, but because Donghyuk knows you can’t handle much more without coming in public, and he has other, better, plans for you.

Reaching home is once more another challenge. Too much walking with the egg on, too much playing with the intensities on Donghyuk’s part.

When you reach the house and get inside the apartment, you’re expecting to get fucked into oblivion, and you’re very excited about that.

Until he says, “Don’t even think this is over.”

Donghyuk rushes you to the bed, throws you on it like a rag doll before he starts undressing you like an animal.

“I’m getting all these clothes off you, then you’re going to change into that pretty lingerie you bought for me and lay face down on the bed, get on my lap like the good girl you are, understood?”

You nod, but that seems to be a wrong move. He slaps your cheek, hard enough to turn your head to the side, and you are fast in obeying his orders, getting up to quickly change to the lingerie as Donghyuk yells at you to hurry up. When you come back you straight up lay your body face down.

Donghyuk gets up the bed then, but you can’t see what he’s doing, only hear he’s pulling the box of toys you have hidden under the bed.

Fuck, this is gonna be an intense session.

“What’s your safeword?” He asks you.

“Airplane,” You answer immediately.

“Red means?”

“Stop.”

“Yellow means?”

“Go slower.”

“Green means?”

“Keep going.”

“That’s a good girl,” he tells you. After a second, he adds. “Close your eyes.”

So you do, and a moment later you feel the silky fabric covering your eyesight. You can’t see anything through it, you don’t see the handcuffs coming.

When he secures them to the bed, not letting you move away or escape from him, he guides your body to his lap, and you know what’s coming right away, only you don’t know in what form.

He touches your ass for a few seconds, feeling your soft skin and squeezing every now and then. That is until the paddle hits your skin. Fuck. The paddle.

He hits you once, twice, each time on a different cheek.

“Count for me, bitch.”

“One, two.” You gasp.

He goes again, on your left cheek and way harder.

You scream. “Th-three.”

He does it again in both cheeks as you struggle to keep up with the count.

“F-four.”

“Say it louder and clearer.”

“Four,” you try again.

“That’s better, slut. I know you’re enjoying this so show it”

“Yes, sir.”

Donghyuk goes again, this time slapping you four times, in the same cheek. You feel your skin on fire.

“Five, six, seven, eight,” You answer as loud and clear as you can.

“You’re gonna cum for me in the next hit, alright?”

“Yes, sir.” You’re so close already you don’t doubt it for a second.

Donghyuk hits you, one, twice.

“Nine, ten.” You barely get the words out.

“Cum now, cum for me, wanna watch you lose it.”

And you do, squirming on his lap, not being able to see anything and tied to the bed where you belong.

After your breathing goes down to normal Donghyuk asks, “Color?”

“Green, sir.”

He doesn’t warn you when he starts fingering you again, opening you up enough you know he’s about to fuck your brains out, just like that, face down and tied to the bed and blindfolded.

You can hear him opening a condom and sliding it down his dick. “I’m debating if I should use lube or not,” He says. “Are you wet enough?”

“Yes, sir.” You answer without a doubt.

So Donghyuk pushes inside you in one go, stretching you out to the point it burns. You love it, you love every second of it.

He’s ruthless as he slams inside you, the egg still in place and hitting you right on your spot, still vibrating in a slow setting that’s driving you mad. It won’t take long until you cum again.

Donghyuk wraps his arm around your middle, lifting you up slightly so he can angle his thrusts better. “You fucking like this, whore, huh? Not being able to move, be so overwhelmed with pleasure you can’t speak, right, slut?”

You can only nod, until you remember you need to answer with words. “Y-yes, sir. I love it so much. I’m your fucking toy, do whatever you want with me.”

Your words come rushing, your thoughts messy, but you’re more than sure of what you just said.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” He tells you. “Right inside you like you like it.”

You can only moan louder at his words before saying, “Please, yes. I want it so bad. I wanna feel you, sir.”

Without a warning he’s pulling the condom out and cumming inside you, filling you up until his load starts dripping out of your pussy.

When you can both breathe again, Donghyuk pulls out and takes the love egg out of you, so dirty and messy Donghyuk is almost proud.

“Color?” He asks you as he watches you spent on the bed.

“Green, sir.”

“Good, because I’m not done with you.”

You whine at that, what else could he do to you?

“I’m going to take the handcuffs off, then you’ll turn around face up and get handcuffed again, understood?”

“Yes, sir”

And so you do, having no idea what’s next.

At least until you feel Donghyuk spread your legs and bite your thighs,

“Oh God,” You say.

Donghyuk snaps the stripes of your garterbelt hard enough you flinch.

Then he goes straight to eating you out, while fingering you, while overstimulating you so bad you think you might die.

“Color?” He asks again, always considerate.

“G-green, sir,” You answer.

So he keeps going, hitting your g-spot with three fingers and licking your clit at the same time, making circles with his tongue.

“Donghyukie, baby, fuck.”

“You like it, I know you do. When I use you like a toy however I want.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You cry out.

He slows down his movements, gets you right when you’re about to cum and stops completely.

“No, no, no, please keep going.”

“I don’t know if I will. Do you want it enough? Beg me.”

“Please Donghyuk, I’ll be good I promise. I can handle it, I will.”

He goes back to licking your clit, but this time he withdraws his fingers, focusing all his attention on the outside of your cunt.

He gets you so close to cumming, but he knows damn well all the signs, so he stops again.

“Fuck Donghyuk.” You’re crying now, tears falling from your eyes without stopping. “Please, please, please.”

“Do you think you’ve been a good girl today?”

You know exactly what you have to answer. “You decide that, sir. Have I?”

“Good answer, kitten.”

He goes back to fingering you, to eating you out like he hasn’t eaten in days.

Then Donghyuk wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing. You can’t breathe and this time all thoughts leave your mind, completely gone and overcome with pleasure. You start getting dizzy, but it only makes Donghyuk’s ministrations feel more intense.

You think you’ll need to use your safeword soon, but instead you cum right on his mouth without a warning. Donghyuk releases your neck immediately, as you cry and scream his name like a prayer.

It takes you some time to wind down. Donghyuk carefully undoes the handcuffs and checks your wrists for damage, kisses them better. The blindfold is removed next, and Donghyuk kisses you as a reward for all your hard work today.

“You okay, baby?” He asks you.

You’re still dreamy, but manage to nod a couple times.

Donghyuk leaves to search for a wet rag to carefully clean you both up.

He’s careful, loving, as always, but he also can undo you with a couple words and wreck you when he’s in the mood.

You love every part of him, knowing you both fit each other like the pieces of a puzzle.

You couldn’t ask for more.

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sambukasam · 6 years ago

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Babe, Can I Call?

Summary: Typically, the client calls the escort. But when Dean goes into rut a month early and thinks you caused it, he calls you to help him ��take care of it”.

Kink Bingo Square Filled: Rut

AU Bingo Square Filled: Escort!Dean

ABO Bingo Square Filled: Rut

Genre Bingo Square Filled: Late Night Call

Good Things Happen Bingo Square Filled: Reunited

Pairing: Alpha!Escort!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: ABO, smut, rut sex, knotting

Word Count: 2912

A/N: the title is taken from a song by the hunna but the song doesn’t really apply to the fic

Created for @spnkinkbingo and @spngenrebingo and @spnaubingo and @spnabobingo and @goodthingshappenbingo

Kink Bingo Masterlist ↔︎ Genre Bingo Masterlist ↔︎ AU Bingo Masterlist ↔︎ ABO Bingo Masterlist ↔︎ Good Things Happen Bingo Masterlist ↔︎ Normal Masterlist

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“Y/N?”

You frowned at the hoarse voice coming from your phone. It was nearing midnight and you were in your pyjamas with a hot drink and a bowl of cereal, just about to hop into bed. Who the hell would call you at this time? You didn’t have the number saved, but the voice sounded familiar.

“Y/N? Shit is this the wrong number-” the voice clicked in your mind, and before he could hang up you were talking to him.

“Dean?” You didn’t have a last name to go off, but you were pretty sure the first name he gave you was real.

“Oh thank God.”

“Are you alright? You sound kinda sick or something,” you frowned, your cereal growing soggier as your concern for him became your main priority.

You and Dean had a purely business relationship, and he never initiated contact. Hell, you never even had his personal phone number! There had to be a serious reason as to why he was calling you, you just couldn’t think of it.

“Uh, yeah, ‘bout that. I’m in rut.”

Deciding that it wasn’t dire, you shovelled another spoonful into your mouth before answering. “Is that related to why you’re calling me?”

“That’s kinda the whole reason why I’m calling you.” Blink. A splash of milk landed on your arm. When you didn’t reply straight away, he kept going, “my rut isn’t due for another month. I think… I think that you caused it.”

“And how the hell did I manage to do that if I haven’t seen you in two months?”

Ah yes, the dry spell. Well, that’s what you liked to call it. You decided that it was probably time for you to stop calling Dean up every time your social group had a function, and it had unintentionally lasted three weeks. Then you decided that you couldn’t call him because you had left it too long. You figured that he probably had way more clients now and wouldn’t even be able to find time for you, which led you to now, three months later.

He grunted, and you were reminded of how serious the situation was. If you had managed to force his rut on him rather than it occurring naturally, that meant that only you could get him out of it. And time is of the essence when it comes to forced ruts because they tend to play with Alpha’s heads. If Dean was left long enough he could even go feral, and a feral Alpha was a lost cause.

“Look, I accidentally stole a pair of your panties.”

You sputtered indignantly, is that what happened to your favourite pair? The ones that you only got to wear a grand total of three times before they vanished?

“I shoved them in my pocket the last time we... hooked up. It was at that fancy ball thing your friend was hosting, and I wanted to keep them up off the floor so that no one would see them. I forgot all about them, to be honest, I haven’t even gotten around to washing my pants from that night yet.”

“Gross,” you interjected. It had been at least three months since that day.

“Well, it is what it is. I found them a few hours ago, and your scent… It’s so strong on them, holy fuck, and I never noticed it before, but I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever smelt in my whole damn life. And I don’t know if my body is just tense from not seeing you in so long, but…. I sort of just snapped, and now I’m starting to go into rut, and I feel like a pervert because I can’t focus on anything but the damn smell of those panties.”

“Dean, I’ll come over if you need me to. But are you 100 per cent certain that it’s my panties you're smelling? Like, are you positive that I’m the one who put you into it? Surely you have a ton of other clients who could have done it.”

“Y/N, I haven’t seen any other clients in almost a year. I deleted my profile on the website and everything. And besides, I've never slept with any client other than you." A smug smile spread across your face as you heard that last sentence, suck it insecurities! Dean Winchester didn't get a ton of other clients and move on! "But anyway, you were the only client I’ve kept seeing since then. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you on a real date ever since I deleted my profile but it never seemed like something you would have been into. And then you stopped contacting me, so I assumed you met someone and moved on past me. Wait, shit, you aren’t seeing someone, are you?”

You blinked at the wall, trying to process everything that he had just said to you. He was into you? Were you the reason he shut his profile down, or were you being narcissistic and really he was just getting sick of it? But if that was the truth, he wouldn't have kept seeing you afterwards.

You weren’t gonna lie, you did get butterflies around him, but you thought that was just because he was so good at his job. I mean, he was paid a ridiculous amount of money to give you a good time. You always just assumed that he was giving you your money's worth, never that there was actual intent behind his actions. A smile was spreading across your face and you resisted the urge to giddily squeak, but then Dean was groaning down the phone again and you remembered the urgency of the situation.

“I’m single,” you managed to blurt out. “Text me your address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He hung up the phone to text you before you could grill him any further on his feelings for you, but it wasn't like you could blame him. When you went into heat, it was always the only thing you could focus on. You had never called Dean when you went into it though, always settling for taking some meds and willing yourself through the worst of it. To feel needed by someone like Dean, who was considered such good company that he was literally paid to spend time with people, was amazing.

You grabbed the first bag you could find, which happened to be an old book bag from high school. You threw a few bottles of water and snacks into it in case Dean was running low on them and got going.

You pulled up outside his apartment block fifteen minutes later, taking a second to marvel at how upscale the building was. Escorting obviously gave him a decent wage. That thought made you think about how weird the whole situation was. You didn't even know the man's surname but here you were speeding across the city to help him.

The doorman was waiting for you and led you to the elevator, telling you to send Dean his regards. If he had any questions about why you were showing up in your pyjamas with a school bag, he didn't ask them.

Dean told you that his apartment was 32B, but he really didn’t have to specify, you could smell him the second you stepped out of the elevator. Following your nose rather than the numbers on the doors, you knocked quickly against his door before you could hear him shout that it was open.

If you thought that his scent had been strong in the hall, it was a completely different story once his door swung open. You could have dropped to your knees right then and there if you hadn’t of known how much he needed you at that moment.

“Dean? You good buddy? I brought some water and some snacks to stock you up for a few days in case you run low, I don’t know how long your ruts last for…” You trailed off, eyeing how fancy the entryway to his apartment was.

“Bring it with you, I’m on the third door on the right.”

When you got to the threshold of the room he was in, you were greeted by the beautiful sight of him sweaty and in just his underwear, a sight you hadn’t realised just how much you had missed until that moment.

“Thank God,” he sighed, relief on his face. You opened the bag and threw a bottle of water at him and he smiled gratefully, twisting the cap off before chugging the whole thing.

His room was boyish. It was considerably less fancy than the rest of his apartment that you had seen, and it really gave you an insight into the man behind the penis. There was a collection of guitars hung up along the wall and shelves full of DVDs and CDs, and a poster for All Saint's Day hung slightly crooked on his closet. Your panties were crumpled up into a ball on the bed beside where Dean was propped up, and you were both relieved and annoyed that they were your good pair that went missing. All in all, his room felt like a homely mancave.

“You good?” You decided to ask him.

“I haven’t gone fully into it yet, but… Since you opened the door, your scent is super strong and it's speeding things up.”

He looked like he was struggling to remain coherent and you took pity on him. “What do you need me to do?”

“Getting naked would be a great place to start,” he joked with a grin, but you nodded and went along with it.

You tugged your shirt over your head, not even trying to hide your smirk at his reaction to seeing your boobs. You weren't wearing a bra because you were just about to go to sleep, and you didn't bother putting one on before you ran out.

“Holy shit I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to get any harder right now,” he cursed, dropping a hand to palm himself. Your eyes followed his movement and you allowed yourself to notice just how hard he was for the first time since you’d stepped into the room. His cock was clearly outlined through his briefs, and if your eyesight was any clearer you would probably be able to see him throb.

“Please Y/N, I need something, literally anything, it just hurts really bad and-”

You interrupted him by crawling over the bed to him, planting your arms on his shoulders and pushing him onto his back. The bed reeked of Alpha arousal, and you felt like if the scent got any stronger it would trigger your own heat. To distract both of you, you kissed him firmly.

Though you had spent months without each other, the kiss was perfect, as if you had never lost any time. Dean kissed you with a needy eagerness as his hands reached for your hips, pulling you down to grind against him. He was hard as a rock, and you gasped into his mouth as he bumped against your clit.

“You should take these damn pants off before I do it myself. And if I do it, they’ll get shredded,” Dean practically growled when he pulled back from the kiss. His lips were even poutier than normal, flushing a deep red that almost matched the heat in his cheeks.

You figured it was probably smart to listen to him because you were wearing your comfiest pair. Hopping off of him and the bed, you shoved them down your legs quickly, leaving you in your ratty but comfortable underwear. He barely seemed to notice that, however, although a small smirk appeared when he saw the holes in your boy shorts.

“Easy access?”

“More like my washing machine has no respect for anything cotton.”

“Get back over here,” he whined, patting his lap. You rolled your eyes at how he changed the subject so subtly.

You straddled him again and leaned in for a kiss but he dodged your lips completely, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. “Shit, Dean!” You whimpered in surprise at the unexpected gesture.

“I have missed you both so much,” he groaned, looking right at your boobs as he said it.

You laughed at how immature he was, it was refreshing to see that he hadn’t changed much while you were apart. To distract him you rolled your hips down, grinding onto his dick and making his breath catch.

This caused something to snap inside of him as he rolled the two of you over suddenly, leaving you to lie on your back with him in between your legs. The ever growing wet spot in your panties was pressed right against his bulged, only separated by your underwear.

“Stop teasing me, Omega,” he commanded, and shivers went down your spine at the unfamiliar tone he was using with you. He had never broken out his ‘Alpha voice’ when you two had had sex before, usually keeping it light with his playful antics. Now you felt like you were having sex with him for the first time all over again as he stared at you with a newfound intensity you had never seen in anyone before, let alone from him.

“Make me,” you urged him, gasping when he reached down and ripped your underwear clean off.

“Trust me, I was planning on it.”

He looked like he wanted to keep talking after that but he paused as your scent filled the room, uncovered. It seemed that your own heat definitely would be coming soon as your scent grew stronger almost as if to challenge Dean’s.

“Omega,” he growled, and it was then that you knew he was fully under. There was no more laughing and joking, as he now had one thing on his mind - to knot you.

“Alpha,” you submitted, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull yourself closer to him. His eyes darkened, blown wide with lust as he rutted against you, putting a hand down to guide himself into your pussy. “Oh my God.”

He stretched your walls out almost painfully, and you could feel the beginning of his knot press against your ass once he bottomed out. He had never knotted you before, something that had you both nervous but excited.

“Fuck, ‘mega,” he grunted, dropping his forehead to rest against your shoulder as he glanced down to where the two of you were connected. “So tight. Feels like you were made to take my knot.”

He drew his hips back and slammed forward, sending you inches up the bed. He grabbed your shoulders to keep you in place before setting up a punishing rhythm. It felt like he was trying to make you feel this for months afterwards, which you didn’t doubt would happen.

His breath was brushing against your sensitive mating gland on your neck, and you half wished he would just reach down and bite onto it, to make you his Omega.

The room filled with the wet sound of him entering you and the combination of your desperate moans as the two of you tried to stay as close to each other as possible the whole time.

His knot was almost ready now, big and insistent with every thrust of his hips. “Please, Dean, Alpha, need you to knot me,” you begged, arching your back to raise your hips and give him a better angle. "I want to come on your knot."

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, his thrusts growing uneven. He reached a hand down to rub your clit, making you unintentionally clench harder around him. He was growing close, you could tell by the way his thrusts lost their rhythm as he focused more on force rather than pace.

With each slam of his hips his knot rubbed against you, pushing and pushing until finally, it popped and tied the two of you together.

"Fuck Dean!" You cried, the sudden stretch in your pussy being that last push you needed to send you over the edge. You came around him, milking his cock as he filled you with his cum. He kept rubbing your clit the whole time you came until finally you caved into your sensitivity and had to push his hand away.

Once the two of you were finished, you got comfortable lying on your side facing each other. You kept one leg propped up around his waist and he had a hand on your thigh, squeezing it softly as he smiled down at you. His rut was calming down for a while, you could tell as his cheeks returned to their normal colour.

"I missed you," he admitted quietly, looking at where his hand was on you rather than into your eyes.

"Was it true? When you said that you've never slept with another client?"

He nodded and looked back up at you. "It was. And so was what I said about wanting to ask you out on a date. And now it's my turn to ask a question. Would you like to go on a date with me when this is all over?"

You grinned at his words, glad to hear that they were true. "Of course I would, Dean. But only if I get to ask one more question."

"Anything."

"What the hell is your last name?"

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acrcsstheuniversee · 5 years ago

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Anon Request:

Can I request a mclennon fic where its like fluff and John realizes he really needs glasses (like he can NOT read) and Paul tells him he should really get his eyes checked but John continues to deny it. Eventually, maybe like a time skip pr something (or not whatever u decide :>), it turns out he does get his eyes checked (cause Paul convinced him lol) and has to wear glasses but he feels insecure wearing them so paul continues to tell him how nice he looks in them :>> (sorry this is so long...)

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Buddy Holly Look

Pairing: John Lennon x Paul McCartney (McLennon)

Warnings: Q-slur, some cursing

Words: 1000+

Summary: John and Paul are weeks into their new friendship. John has been trying to hide the fact that he has trouble seeing to Paul because he’s too proud and embarrassed to need specs.

Author’s Note: Here you go anon! I decided to have them be their young boy selves! Hope you and everyone else enjoys! Please forgive me that I’m used to journalistic writing and punctuation. It’s very different from creative writing. Hope that doesn’t bother you all too much.

* This is fiction. Some details may not be historically accurate for plot.

“John! Your friend his here!” Mimi shouted from the kitchen downstairs.

John bounced off his bed and rushed to the front door. He has been sitting in his room for hours practicing the song Paul showed him last time he was over instead of doing his homework. He had to make sure Paul knew he was improving so he didn’t seem stupid or anything.

“Hey!” John said sounding a little bit more excited than expected when he answered the door to see Paul beaming with a smile, guitar in hand.

“Hey there, Lennon,” he chuckled. “Ready to show me what you’ve got?”

“Of course I do, you stupid git,” John joked, moving over to let Paul in.

They went up to John’s room which was tidy just for Paul’s visit. Paul slightly smiled when he saw how neat the room was. He knew for a fact John wasn’t this clean all the time. ‘How cute?’ He thought.

Paul took a seat on John’s desk chair and John sat on his bed.

“So how is the song coming along?” Paul asked as he gave his guitar strings a light strum to check its sound.

”I’ve got it, you just listen,” the older boy replied cockily. John began to play and sing “Blue Moon” by Billie Holiday, a slight shake in his voice now that Paul was watching him. He was so nervous all of a sudden.

“Blue moon, now I’m no longer alone, without a dream in my heart... mm.. without a... hmm... ermm...”

“Hm?” Paul tilted his head. He could tell John forgot the words, but he couldn’t help but smile. John’s face when he was focused was so funny. He would furrow his thick eyebrows and just stare at whatever he was deciding on. He was so expressive but Paul was sure his new friend wouldn’t want to hear something like that.

“Ah what a load of shit!” John complained, frustrated by his mistake. He worked so hard to perfect the song all week and he still ended up messing it up. He squeezed the neck of the guitar until his knuckles turned white.

“Hey hey!” Paul chuckled as he lightly placed his hand on John’s knee in attempt to calm him down. “Don’t sweat it Johnny if you forgot the lyrics.” Paul pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket with the lyrics on it. He hand-wrote them in case there was an occasion one of them would forget the words---it seemed that today was the day. “Here,” he handed the other boy the paper.

John rolled his eyes, pushing his whiff-styled hair back before taking the lyrics.

He glanced over it but couldn’t help but squint his eyes. When that didn’t work, he brought the paper so close to his face that it could practically touch his curved nose.

“What’s with your shit writing?” he complained. There was actually nothing wrong with Paul’s writing. It was very legible.

Paul watched his friend struggle. This happened the last time they played music together and almost all the times they went out to eat or something. John would bring the menus so close to his face but Paul never paid much attention until now.

“Have you considered getting your eyes checked?”

John put the paper down and stared at the younger boy. “Are you trying to say I need specs? I’d look pathetic.”

“Just a thought. I don’t think you would look pathetic...” Paul said a bit shyly, thinking of John with thick Buddy Holly-type glasses. Wouldn’t that be rich?

John stared at him a bit longer, thinking of his comment just now. “I wouldn’t?”

“Nope. I think you’d look quite good. You can make it work.” Paul said confidently.

John fought back a smile. “Hm.. alright then, let’s get on with this song.” Paul smiled to himself knowing well John considered taking his advice. His friend was so stubborn.

They played their guitars and sang for a couple more hours but Paul continued to tease John about his eyesight when they were reading lyrics. “Oh, I’ve had it with you, you cunt.” John lightly pushed Paul’s shoulder, trying not to look to bothered by his comments. “Oh come on Johnny, you’re blind as a bat!” The younger boy laughed.

“Next time we are out, I’m going to lead you into the the women’s loo.”

“Shut up, ya dick. It’s getting late, go home to daddy.”

“Oh I’m only jokin’ Johnny.”

John rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, get home now. Tah, tah.”

“You’re no fun,” he teased. “Fine, I’ll go home. Next time I see you, I hope you have specs sitting on that face of yours. I’m telling you, you’d look fine.” Paul laughed more as he got up with his guitar, making his way out of the room. “Goodnight, Lennon.”

“Bye, Paul.” John rolled his eyes again, but smiled to himself the moment Paul left.

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A week has passed and John was walking to school earlier than usual to avoid having to deal with too many classmates poking fun at his new glasses. They were black, and thick rimmed. The doctor said he was long overdue for them and that this style wouldn’t catch too much attention. What a fucking lie. They made John feel so pathetic.

He walked quickly, hoping not to run into Paul in this small town. He knew Paul would see eventually but he didn’t want to have to hear it first thing in the morning.

“Oi, Buddy Holly!” a voice yelled from behind him along with the sound of loud stamps of feet trying to catch up to him. John turned and it was Paul. Great, he thought.

John immediately pulled the glasses off before Paul caught up to him.

“Let me see! Put them back on!” he laughed.

“No! That’s just what you want.”

“Of course it is! Let me see,” Paul poked his friend’s arm. “For me, Johnny.”

John stopped walking, faced Paul and sighed.

“Fine.”

Paul’s face brightened with a wide smile. John slowly put his glasses on, making Paul’s dumb, smiley face much more clearer. He shyly looked down and glanced up at Paul nervously. His fingers fidgeting in his pockets.

“....well?”

Paul chuckled and looked right into John’s small eyes, seeing how cutely the glasses framed his face. They were perfect. He looked perfect.

“You look great, Johnny. I’m glad you took my advice.”

The corners of John’s thin lips curled up. He couldn’t stop the smile this time.

“Alright then, you queer. Let’s get on then now that you are all satisfied that you harassed me into this.”

They smiled at each other, both of them feeling warm even with the cold chill of the morning surrounding them. Without waiting around any longer, they started to make their way to school --- side-by-side.

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cold-hearted-mindset-story · 5 years ago

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Cold Hearted Mindset - Chapter 5: Not So Friendly Foes

WARNING: This is a HORROR STORY that contains anxiety triggers, gore, psychological horror, panic attacks, hostage situation, blood, violence, injury, major injuries, permanent injuries, and more.

This is a story that explores the true darkness of darker Sans clones/alt universe peeps. NOT for the faint of heart. Don’t read if you’re squeamish or get sick from graphic depictions. You’ve been warned.

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Chapter 5: Not So Friendly Foes

Summary: Any hope of friendship is dashed with a side of salt.

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"NOOOOO NONONOnono, please no!!!" Your screams ring through the room and deafen your ears as you slide up against the wall behind you. Horror keeps a painful grip on your injured arm, sparking fiery pain in you stub alongside the electric pain shooting up and down your arm in waves from your elbow. An irony taste ghosts upon your tongue alongside the numbing sensation in your teeth, both sensations matching with the waves of pain from your arm like nails scraping directly on your bones. You gag and hiccup, and you register the feeling of snot cascading from your face with hot tears mixing into the mucus. It's a mere brief distraction from the phalanges piercing your skin and adding to the pain. Rivulets of blood seeping from beneath Horror's fingers adds to the idea that he really wants to steal the rest of your arm.

Dust sighs, "she's annoying, make her shut up." His eyelights shift to burn mirroring holes into your skull, and his smile hitches up to a tighter, excited look. "or i will."

Blood runs cold under your skin with his look and works, and suddenly you realize you have no possibility of friendly interaction in this place. Darkness coils at the edges of your vision, and your breathing starts to stutter. An attempt to breathe breaks into a hitching mess of short gasps and whimpers. "No, no, no, p-p-please, n-n-no..." Your eyes shut tight and you try to yank your arm away. The motion only jolts your brain with stabbing pain shooting through your arm as Horror's fingers only seem to dig deeper.

Horror grumbles in reply to Dust, completely ignoring you, "thought you'd be used to this sorta thing, bein' so heartless an' all."

Dust replies with a small edge to his otherwise emotionless tone, "doesn't make it any less annoying."

Horror straight up cackles at him, and you crack your blurry eyes open as look between them with fearful confusion. "you getting soft, dusty?" Horror squints at "Dusty" with a mocking smile.

Dust gives him a deadpan smiling look in return, and you find yourself left to whimper and hyperventilate without their direct attention. "it wouldn't much matter, now would it? i'm far from ending up like any kind of reiteration of the creampuff. stupid asshole doesn't have a clue how much worse it could be for him." Your free hand slowly inches up towards the phalanges pricking at your skin, but you flinch and have to pause when they suddenly dig further under your fleshy layers. You hiss at the pain, glancing up at Horror to see he looks genuinely angry as he stares at Dust, and his grip reflects that. Your eyesight trembles at that look and you move your hand the rest of the way to sneak up to his fingers. You swallow on your nerves, failing to calm them in any way as another sob wracks your body before your breathing continues to come in short gasps.

Horror scoffs, "that guy is so ignorant it makes me want to bash my skull against a wall." His face twists with hatred as he speaks.

"nobody would miss you if you did that," Dust replies, seemingly indifferent aside from a twitch at the edge of his empty smile.

Horror glares at him, "shut up you fuckin' hypocrite."

Dust huffs, "explain how exactly that makes me a hypocrite."

Horror growls and it makes you freeze mid-motion to rip his phalanges off, fingers paused only a mere inch away. Luckily, you haven't touched his hand yet. "you know what i fucking mean."

A shaky breath comes out of your mouth, barely holding steady before it's broken with more gasping breaths of panic. You pull your hand back slowly, leaving a couple inches between your hand and the skeleton vice grip. "don't lie and say ya don't find me less annoying than the others. plus, i still have..." Horror trails off, and you freeze again with a shaky sob cut short to look at him. He seems to have cut himself off with a frown as he looks at Dust, who has a dark look on his face with a hollow smile.

After a moment of silence with your quieted sobs filling the room, Dust finally speaks, giving the distraction more fuel. "you should be glad you didn't finish that sentence." Then he smirks, his eye sockets widening to their full size. "the joke's on you though, you're the one without your brother around, not me."

Horror's eyelight sparks and shrinks slightly, and his tone dips to a slight growl, "you really are a soulless asshole, aren't you?" His head tips to the side slightly as he stares at Dust with murder on his skull. A charged, dangerous feeling chokes the atmosphere between the three of you, and suddenly your brain screams to run, run as fast as you can, up the steps, get the fuck away from them. Your legs clench as the muscles bunch up, but second thoughts barely manages to stop you from bolting. They could easily catch you. All the same, you wish you could have left.

A startled yelp escapes you as Horror suddenly yanks your arm and pulls you towards him. You catapult forward from the force and slam your face into his leg. Constricting pain on your chest suffocates your breathing and you suddenly feel like you're about to die. The colors around you blur and your throat starts to close up. You try to open your mouth wider but nothing seems to give you more air. Your fingers claw at your throat against the feeling that something has latched itself around your neck, fearing one of the skeletons has finally decided to kill you.

Something breaks onto your cheek and is swiftly followed by a harsh crack that explodes in your head. Even more explosive dizziness and blinding pain breaks your mind into a shattered mess of confusion and screaming panic. Your mind swirls and jerks around itself as the pain rules over everything. You can't feel anything but the agony and panic ripping apart what's left of the insides of your skull.

The first thing that sweeps past the shards of your mind is the sound of ragged and hoarse breathing. The raw feeling in your throat comes directly after it, feeling as if you'd swallowed razor blades. You cough out a sob and immediately regret it as you're briefly thrown back into the jagged world of blinding pain. You blink away the pain and find your eyes slightly shadowed; a solace from the blinding light a few feet away. You also notice you're now laying on your side, the shadowed concrete directly in your peripheral and stretching out to the other wall through shadows and light. The world calms into a clearer picture, and your eyes crack open further as you listen to your wheezing, raw breaths. You notice your arms are pulled around your head and your body is trembling. You also register that there's been a gruff mumbling in the background this whole time. Blurry eyes blink into a slightly fuzzy picture. You look up and down from your perspective and finally register the two bone legs with slippered feet standing directly in front of you, positioned above and below your sight. Terror seizes you, and for a moment you can't fathom why. Then the person crouches, and on reflex your eyes swiftly look up from the ground at their face. The skull with a bloody eyelight hovers a few inches above your head and you find you can't breathe.

"finally calmed down have ya?" He smirks at you in a condescending manner. How does a skeleton even do that? What the FUCK are these things anyway?!

Your breathing stutters before starting up again with a new panic. Your eyes start to water and hopelessness weighs upon you, translating into a slow wailing of a sob.

Horror sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose bone. "yer so fuckin' annoying..."

Dust pipes in, "now you get it."

"shut up," Horror replies, sounding very much over and done with this. Your breath hitches with fear at this. Is he going to do it finally? Is he going to kill you?! His bloody eyelight looks down at you, the upper half lowered into a half circle as he stares down at you. It doesn't last long before it returns to that full, engorged red moon as it locks onto the side of your head. Your eyes follow his gaze to your bloody arm, and you gasp before trying to cover it with your free arm. Maybe this time you can-

He moves so fast you don't even register the pain until you see your underarm gushing blood from beneath his phalanges. A scream rakes through your burning throat and shatters the air, but it quickly cuts off as the pain causes your throat to constrict again. Horror laughs at you and waves your arm nub around lazily, causing his knife-like phalanges to wiggle around under your flesh. You hiss and give a weak, warbling sob that breaks off into silence. Eyes shut as silent sobs wrack your body for a moment.

The idea of reasoning crosses your mind, so you decide to try despite your voice being nearly inaudible, "pl....ease, not....again..."

Horror only chuckles at you and places a cold hand-sized thing onto the skin above the phalanges covered in your blood. "heh, ya wanna know why i want this arm, morsel?" Your heart stutters at his words. Oh no, God no not this, you don't want this. Your eyes open from a darkness you can't remember asking for. You see him leaning in closer, and closer, and your body trembles in utter terror as an image flashes through your mind of his razor sharp teeth tearing out your throat. He stills when his mouth hovers a mere single centimeter from your ear, his coppery stale breath flooding your nose. "i want it 'cause your hand wasn't meaty enough to get a good taste."

An involuntary, quite sobbing whimper warbles from behind your lips and you shut your eyes, not wanting to see this murderer in your face any longer. His breath puffs across your face with each soft chuckle he gives, the sound overpowering the silence outside of your sobs. You tremble harder and tense up into a tighter ball on the floor, wishing you could sink down into the dirt below or be abducted from this situation.

Horror suddenly pulls back and throws your arm down. This gains a started and pained yelp from you as the bloody nub hits the hard cement. Rough, manic laughter strikes the walls and echoes harsh in the small room. You cringe at the sound and cradle your shredded arm to your chest before looking up. It's Horror that's laughing so psychotically and loudly.

Horror manages to speak through his manic guffaws, "hahah, heheh! that was too good, heheh, hahah!!"

Uncertainty about this sudden change has you shifting back further against the wall behind you. A glance at Dust shows his typical indifferent expression. He's watching Horror, but you notice a slight difference in the typical expression you've been accustomed to seeing. There's a small crease to his brow and the slightest downturn to the corners of his mouth. Is he….cringing?

Dust's eyelights suddenly snap to you, making you jolt in surprise before nervousness catches onto you. You want to look away immediately, but...you find yourself too scared of missing a possible attack. His smile grows slightly wider upon locking eyes with you, and your head tips down slightly to hide while still keeping eye contact.

The sudden absence of explosive crazy laughter has your eyes snapping back to Horror. He's looking down at you with a disturbing smile, too wide to not have something sinister planned for you. You feel yourself tense further and tremble in fear.

"heh, that was hilarious," Horror's rough voice fills your ears, a softer contrast from the loud laugher and the utter silence.

Horror wipes a non-existent tear from his lit socket and then digs hooked phalanges into his empty socket and yanks on the bottom of the hole. The sudden movement from him has you tensing in anticipation for something, but he remains standing above you and digging in sharp phalanges into his socket. In the silence, you can hear a soft scraping sound synching up with the back and forth motion his phalanges are doing on the inner side of his eyesocket. Your stomach twists with disturbance at the idea of scratching at the inner side of your eyesocket and you shudder. Swiftly, your eyes jerk away from Horror to look down far enough to block out the sight. Unfortunately, as you hold your eyes to his slippers, you find that you're left with the fleshy scraping noise.

Teeth gritting from the disturbance, your arms move to cover your ears. The sharp pain from your injured arm suddenly brings awareness to the searing pain you'd been distanced from. It crashes down on you and ou whimper, cradling the mutilated arm against your abdomen with your remaining good arm. You stare at the space between Horror's slippered feet and your trembling legs. Clenched teeth and trembles help distract from the pain ever so slightly, but the more you're left with the feeling, the worse it seems to get. Sobs shaking out of your chest become more and more loud and sporatic as you sit there, thoughts of yourself being broken further and further feeding into your panic.

There's sudden talking above you, but you've been too wrapped in your head that you don't register what's been said at first.

"alright, morsel, let's do this for real this time," Horror's words finally break through the haze. Your eyes widen with terror and your breath hitches as you gasp. Eyes shoot up to meet Horror's face to find him looking down at you with a strange glaring smile.

Panic seizes you, and suddenly you find your voice. "No, no! You can't! Not again!!!"

Horror replies, "it's gonna be useless anyway," with a condescending smile.

The horror of losing the rest of your arm reignites and you start sobbing. Your weakened hand pushes at Horror's grip to get him off of your arm without hurting yourself too much. It winds up hurting regardless, and Horror rolls his eyelight at you. This sparks pain in your heart from being subjected to such a careless act. Filled with anger towards their carelessness about life, words suddenly spit from your mouth with venom, "how can you be so...heartless?!"

Horror pauses a slightly slackened expression, as if stunned by these words. Then his smile starts to curl higher and higher, his eyelight swelling bigger and bigger. You start to tremble and sink down into the floor, eyes wide with fear as your mind wildly whip about in chaos wondering if he's planning to torture you.

"Heh," he starts, "y'know…" he yanks on your arm and you howl in pain, "skeletons don't exactly have hearts, sweetmeat, much less organs to begin with. Hell, we don't even have this fleshy… fragile..." his words trail off as his hand gripping your arm scrapes the thumb against your skin, "...cover, that you have." Tears are streaming from your face and pure fear rattles your body and pounds at your heart and ribcage. Your teeth begin to chatter as a helpless sob escapes your lips. Horror seems to get a distant look on his face as his eyelight flicks to your face. "Pap used to make the best spaghetti with fallen humans…" Drool begins to slide down his chin as he stares down at your with hunger.

Your mind breaks with panic and your lungs explode with shrieking sobs. Your limbs flail against his hold and shove at anything you can get your hands on to try to get away. Screams rip against your throat and ring aggressively against the walls as you find yourself about to be eaten, probably torn apart alive. Your body is spiking with searing pain in your joints and bruises coagulate wherever your skin hits the boney skeleton.

Suddenly your stomach drops as gravity yanks on your body, but then you feel yourself go airborne before your injured arm explodes with pain. Your vision goes white and your ears scream with overwhelming ringing. Then your hearing comes back and you register guttural shrieking berating your brain. Your throat feels like it's on fire, and then you realize it's contracting and feels like it's being rubbed raw. When you realizes this, your throat closes off for a second and with it the shrieking stops. Your mind swirls and rips back and forth with confusion and panic, but you can't place why. All too soon, you're coughing and sobbing hysterically, and then a burning and electrifying sensation in your arm sparks your awareness into blinking sharpness. you gasps raggedly and your head snaps forward.

A bloody eyelight in a glascow smiling skull completely fills your vision. Danger alarms go off in your head and you swiftly jerks your head back, hitting it against the concrete. A deep, raspy chuckle surrounds your head and vibrates through your brain. You cringe and sobs as your eyes meet that same grinning skull.

"you're too helpless. it's kinda sad, honestly. almost makes me not wanna kill ya, even if i needed to…" You tremble violently, your mind flipping shit over itself screaming to figure out what the fuck that's supposed to mean.

Suddenly, you're dropped to the cement floor on your ass, and the impact travels right up your spine. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth and an uncomfortable pressure in your skull. You whimper and hug yourself, but then gasp when your injured arm spikes with renewed pain from the motions. You look down, the sudden memories filling you with trepidation. However, instead of a mangled arm, you find a large purple hand bruise halfway up your lower arm with the puncture points seeping small amounts of blood. Everything below the punctures is saturated in the blood that managed to flee. Your sobbing slows to tearful whimpers as you stare at your arm in confusion while a light-headedness starts to overcome you. Horror speaks, "it wasn't worth the effort. too much bone and not enough meat."

Thoughts scramble over themselves in a somewhat sluggish manner as you frown in confusion at Horror. "Wh...wha…?"

Horror gives you slightly annoyed and deadpan look as he speaks, "i don't wanna waste anymore supplies than i have to on a body that's still alive." This fails to clear up anything for you, and you must have looked even more confused to Horror based on his reaction. He scoffs and stands up before taking a step back. He glances and Dust and glares at him before your eyes begin to slide closed. You hear Horror sigh and he grumbles something to Dust before his slippers give off that distinct shuffling sound as he moves away from you.

Another sigh, directly above your head, fills your ears and ruffles your hair. "you're more trouble than your worth." It takes you a minute before you recognize this as Dust speaking. "creampuff wouldn't know any different if…" Something cold ghosts upon the skin on your throat. A confused hum slips from your throat and you frown at the uncomfortable sensation. Something tells you to be scared, but you aren't sure why. You decide that the darkness calling you to drift away is more important than this irritation.

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talinexa · 6 years ago

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Don’t You Remember? - One Shot

I haven’t actually gotten far enough in the series to know Axel’s backstory apart from the fact that he was friends with Saïx but I only know that because my best friend told me so I kinda made this up for the drama. Most of this takes place sometime during Days.

“Axel?” I shouted, running around the castle in a panic. “Axel?!”

A pair of hands caught my shoulders, arresting my momentum. “What’s wrong, Talinexa?”

I shook my head. “I need to find Axel,” I said. Saïx stared at me as I pulled away from his grip and went rushing off. “AXEL!” My long coat flapped behind me as I ran around. Axel’s room was empty. As was his usual hang out spots in the castle. The commons. The kitchen. Sitting on the exposed pipes near the ceiling. “Where could he be?!” I hissed under my breath as I searched.

“Who are you looking for?” a voice asked from behind me. A familiar one.

“Roxas! I’m looking for Axel. Seen him anywhere? He’s not on a mission, is he?”

“No he got back from his mission earlier. Couple hours ago. Is he not getting some rest?”

“If he is, he’s crashed in a corridor somewhere because his room is empty,” I said.

“We’ll find him. Let’s keep looking. What’s wrong?”

“It’s...” I strangled the words None of your business before they could escape my throat. “It’s about my... abilities. Organization members are supposed to have... unique talents. And... I think something wrong happened. Because mine aren’t unique among the Organization.”

“Meaning?” Roxas asked, poking his head into the library as we passed it.

“I can’t really demonstrate inside,” I said.

“Wasn’t asking you to. You can just tell me, you know,” Roxas remarked. I glared at the window at the end of the hallway for a moment, reining in my temper.

“I’m like Axel,” I admitted.

“I hope not. One is enough,” Roxas joked.

“I just mean... I’ve... got... my special skill is fire,” I said. “Just like Axel.” I hung my head as I poked it into another room.

Roxas paused our search. “Seriously? That’s cool.”

“But... without me being unique... it means the Organization won’t have any use for me. They’ll just eliminate me without a second thought,” I said.

“That’s not necessarily true. As long as you’re useful, you should be fine,” Roxas reasoned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, look at me and Xion. We can both use Keyblades, and that’s our only talent, but we’re both still here,” Roxas said. “Axel? You in here?”

“Heeey, Roxas! Oh. And Talinexa. What are you two doing here?”

“She’s been looking for you,” Roxas said.

Axel eyed me curiously, folding his arms over his ribs and raising one bright red brow. “That right?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded.

“What’s the problem?” Axel looked... irritated.

“What do you mean?”

“You never come looking for me---or anybody---unless you have a problem. So what is it?”

I sighed. “Axel... I...”

“She’s got fire power too,” Roxas put in.

“Thank yooouuu, Roxas,” I snapped sarcastically.

He snapped a finger-gun at me. “No prob, Talinexa!”

Axel stared at me. “You’ve... got fire powers too?”

I nodded timidly.

With a few exceptions, Organization members tended to resemble their talents. Axel’s hair, for example. Marluxia’s too. I didn’t. I was a brunette. I looked like I’d end up having earth powers. Not fire.

A smile spread up Axel’s face. “This is the best news I’ve heard all week. C’mon, Talinexa. I’ll teach you what to do. How to use it and how to control it.” He beckoned for me to follow him. I did so. We made our way through the castle to a training room. “We’ll start slow, Tana---Talinexa.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

That earned me a laugh. “You know me too well,” he mused.

His dangerous, disgustingly smug and wickedly attractive crooked smirk started to form on his face.

I remembered when I was whole---when I had a heart. My previous life, as it were. I remembered the concept of finding someone attractive. Maybe the passion and feeling was gone given my lack of a heart, but it would take a fool with poor eyesight to not realize Axel was good-looking. Because he was. And that bothered me.

“Let’s do this,” he said.

“You don’t remember, do you?” Axel asked as I panted on the floor of the training room, my daggers on the floor on either side of me. I looked up at him tiredly.

“Remember what?” I complained.

He chuckled and plopped down next to me, one leg flat on the ground and the other bent up toward his chest to rest his elbow on. “Your life as a Somebody.”

“I do.”

Axel snorted. “No you don’t,” he said. “If you did, you’d remember something you didn’t mention.”

“Stop the stupid ‘speaking in riddles’ thing and just tell me what you mean,” I snapped.

“You didn’t call me out when I slipped.”

“Huh?”

“I almost called you your... Somebody’s name.”

“Tanalie.” I brushed a hand over my hair, smoothing down the flyaways. I hadn’t heard that name in... I didn’t know how long. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when I’d become Talinexa. Maybe I should have kept track.

“Yeah. You didn’t ask me how I know your Somebody’s name.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t notice you even said it,” I said. “Was more worried about you charring my eyebrows off.”

Axel snorted. “You can’t worry. We don’t feel.”

“Still. I didn’t want you to char my eyebrows off.” I took a deep breath, trying to ease out of panting. “I guess... now that you mention it I guess I... I guess my... memories of being whole are a bit fuzzy at best. I assume you and I knew each other as Somebodies.”

Axel just watched me for a moment. “Yeah. Yeah we did,” he admitted.

“How come your memories are clearer than mine?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Dunno. Just fought hard to remember them, I guess,” he said. “Didn’t want to lose them.”

I nodded and sat up, tucking my braid back down the collar of my trench coat. “I can understand that. Maybe when I first became a Nobody I didn’t want to---or care to---remember who I was as a human.”

Axel pursed his lips and pushed himself to his feet. Dang he was tall. “Maybe.” He brushed a hand over his hair. “Same time tomorrow, got it memorized? You’ll be a fully-fledged pyro in no time.” He shot me a playful wink and left the training room.

I got to my feet and also walked out to wash off the sweat and go to sleep.

Everyone else in the Organization slept in their coats since the coats were protective. I hated it though, so I always removed it. Choosing instead to sleep in my undershirt and trousers.

I was lying on top of my bed for a full two minutes before I realized I was too wound up to sleep.

Sighing, I slung my overcoat back on and left the castle to wander the town. It was exceptionally beautiful after nightfall. Darkness was healing and soothing. The calm of a sleeping town helped relax me.

“Had a feeling I’d find you out here.”

I jumped a foot in the air and whirled around. “Axel,” I greeted, attempting to save my dignity and failing miserably. Not that I felt any shame. Not that I felt anything at all.

He fell into step beside me. “Don’t you remember?” he asked casually as we walked down quiet streets. The trains and trams didn’t run this late, so we could hop the rails without fear of getting run over.

“Remember what?”

“That we knew each other when we were Somebodies.”

I sighed. “Sorry, Axel. I... I don’t. Were we friends?”

He nodded. “Good friends.”

*****

“Lea, what’s going on with you?” Tanalie asked quietly, trying not to cause a scene.

Lea shook his head. “It’s nothing, Tana. Promise. Got it memorized?” His little catchphrase was half-hearted and Tanalie knew better than to fall for it.

“Don’t give me that. I know you better than that. Something’s going on.” She reached out and set her hand on his upper arm. “Don’t you trust me?” The pleading in her dark eyes made him sigh.

“I do,” he said.

“Please? Please tell me? I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” Her smile was forlorn and heartachingly seeking to comfort him.

Lea sighed. “I’m considering Xemnas’ offer,” he said.

She immediately dropped her hand and took a step back. “What? Lea... why?”

*****

“Tanalie!”

She turned around from where she’d been walking the streets of their town, recognizing the voice. She froze. “What... happened to you?” she asked as her best friend jogged to catch up with her. He smirked that familiar smirk but... something was off about it. Wrong. Empty. Reaching up, Tanalie set her fingers on the marks below his eyes. “What are these? And what’s with the black coat?”

Lea’s smirk stayed on his face. “I did it! I accepted Xemnas’ offer!”

“What? Lea! You promised me you’d tell me beforehand---”

“It’s not Lea anymore! I go by Axel now. Cool, huh? Got it memorized?” He chuckled. “And yeah, I kinda forgot. But, Tanalie, it’s so much better this way! Nothing... nothing can hurt me anymore. Emotionally, I mean.”

Tanalie stared at him, eyes flicking between the marks under his eyes and the long coat. “Were you really hurting that bad? That you felt the need to give up your heart?” she asked quietly. “That you felt like you could... give up... us?! Our friendship? You can’t be friends with someone you don’t like and you can’t like without a heart.”

Lea---no, Axel---grabbed Tanalie gently by the shoulders. “That’s not true! We’re still friends!”

Tanalie shook her head and pulled her shoulders from his grip. “No. I don’t know you anymore. Lea is gone. All I see is Axel. And I don’t know Axel. I don’t love Axel. I just... I...” She shook her head again, turned on her heel, and ran away from him.

“Tanalie! Wait!” Axel shouted, running after her.

But she’d always known the town better than he did. All the secret pathways and hidden cubbies and hidey-holes. She disappeared before he could catch up.

*****

The pain Tanalie felt over losing Lea to Axel was acute and nearing the point of being unbearable. He was her best friend. Indeed, her only friend. She’d never been close to Isa even though they associated with each other through Lea. She cried for hours on the very top of the clock tower whenever it got to be too much. She was small and light enough that Lea---no, AXEL, she reminded herself---would never be able to find her up around the bells since he was too heavy, despite him being built like a beanpole.

He willingly gave up his heart. He threw his friendship with her aside like it didn’t even matter.

And... maybe... it didn’t matter. Maybe it never had. To him. Maybe he only hung out with her out of pity. Pity for the poor friendless girl in his school classes who never talked to anyone and kept to herself due to her anxiety.

Tanalie wondered what she could do to rid herself of the pain and the anxiety. To be numb and dispose of icky emotions---

No. Anything but that.

She was not giving up her heart.

“Tanalie! Come down from there!” Even just hearing his voice sent lances of pain through her heart. He was down below on the ledge just over the clock, lowering his hands after cupping them around his mouth. “I want to talk to you! Please!”

She glared at him, curled up in her position with tear tracks dried to her face from the winds this high up.

After a moment, she slid down the shingles. She was the fool who could rarely refuse her best friend anything. Still, her pain and anger were welling up inside her. When she reached Axel, she slugged him on the jaw.

“Okay. I deserved that,” he muttered. “For not telling you.”

“It’s been ages, Axel!” she spat, snarling his name like it was poison in her mouth. “Why come back now?”

“The Organization is down several members. I’m inviting you to join.”

Tanalie scoffed. “Like I would even consider---”

“You’re hurting, Tana. I can see it in your eyes. And the salt tracks.” He brushed a gloved thumb over her tear tracks. She slapped his hand away. “Just... come with me and all the pain will go away. You might not even remember it at all. It’s difficult to know for sure from person to person, but you can leave it all behind. Trust me.” He held his hand out to her.

It was a moment of weakness. Of sorrow and pain. A moment of her judgement lapsing, that she took his hand.

Darkness swallowed them, and the next thing she knew, she was somewhere else. Someone else, too.

Tanalie was gone---and Talinexa was born in her place.

*****

“Hey, Axel?” I asked.

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“Sorry. Just lost in thought,” he said, shaking his head to clear it. “You know, I’ll be honest with you: I always hoped you’d develop some sort of fire power. Just seemed... fitting, I guess. You’ve always had such... fervor, I guess. Drive, maybe. Kinda hard to call it passion since, y’know, we don’t have hearts or feelings anymore.”

I snorted. “Thanks.”

“We should get back. Get some sleep. C’mon.” He held his hand out and created a dark Corridor. His other hand was extended to me. I took it and let him pull me through. I wasn’t particularly gifted at Corridors myself so I relied on Axel’s whenever I could.

We reappeared just outside my room.

“Get some rest, Talinexa. See you tomorrow for training, got it memorized?”

“Sure thing. G’night, Axel.”

“Night.” He strolled off.

I went back into my room. Our little stroll had tuckered me out. Shucking off my overcoat, I collapsed in bed.

Axel’s voice echoed in my mind. “Don’t you remember? We were good friends...” I wondered if I wished I could remember when we were friends. I guessed we must have been close if we joined the Organization together.

I wondered how close and if there was ever anything... more involved.

Probably not. Axel seemed like the flirty, arrogant, attractive bad-boy type, but he wasn’t. He was dangerous, to be certain. But underneath the cold-blooded killer, hot-blooded assassin he was, I’d also seen the silly, playful, genuine dork that was his true character. Something about it resonated with me, whispering that was who he truly was under the layers. Underneath everything, he wasn’t bad.

Except for the fact I’d literally seen him make people explode.

And he was going to teach me how to do the same thing.

Without a heart I wasn’t sure if I had a moral sense of right and wrong, but I wondered if I’d be squeamish about his spontaneous combustion ability if I could feel. Seemed like something “normal” people would consider “bad.”

Still, Axel couldn’t have been that bad of a Somebody if we were friends. Unless I was... not a good person as a Somebody.

But that didn’t seem right.

Putting my hands behind my head, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I landed hard on the ground with an, “Oof!” My daggers clattered across the floor.

“Get it memorized, Talinexa: fire is more powerful than you initially expect and if you don’t learn how to control it, you’ll never be able to be in control of the situation,” Axel said.

I groaned and rubbed the spot where I’d been burned. “Good to know. Thanks.”

Axel sat down next to me. “Tanalie... I mean, Talinexa... I need you to remember your life as a Somebody. I need you to remember our friendship. There’s something about it that I don’t know. But you did. And I need you to remember it.”

“I...”

“I know you can do it. You were always smart. Smarter than me and... your memory was always so accurate. You had such an amazingly retentive mind. Please, just, try. It might help you learn how to use your powers.”

I sighed and pushed my flyaway hairs out of my face. “Okay. How do I do this?”

“Memories are connected in a chain. Start remembering your life as a Somebody and the rest will start to follow. Just sit still and let the memories flow. Let your mind wander down the rabbit hole of your life.”

“That sounds like a bad time,” I said.

“Just do it,” Axel said.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “What am I looking for?”

“Your drive. I joined the Organization before you did. Not by much. But enough. Somewhere in there, you found a powerful drive within you. I think it unlocked your fire power.”

*****

“Hi there! I’m Lea!” the teenage boy with the spiky red hair exclaimed. “This is Isa!”

“‘M Tana,” the girl mumbled, not meeting either of their eyes. “W’ll, Tanalie but no one calls me that. No one... calls me anything, actually.” She shrugged and went back to poking at her lunch.

“Mind if we sit with you?” Lea asked.

“Free town,” she muttered.

Lea sat down next to her, already chatting. It was prattle as far as Tana was concerned.

“What... what was your name again?” Tana asked.

“Lea. My name is Lea. Got it memorized now?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I just... never really talk to anyone.” She shuffled in her seat and took a bite of her lunch. “Hard to remember their names.”

Lea didn’t need to know she was lying. She knew his name. She knew his name, Isa’s name, and everyone else’s names in their class. She sat silent and observed her peers more than she interacted with them. Tana knew his personality and knew how he interacted with Isa. She knew most everyone and how they interacted with their friends.

“Nah don’t sweat it.” Lea waved a hand dismissively. “‘S long as you got it memorized now.” He smirked at her. “Hey. I kinda like that. ‘Got it memorized?’ Catchy!” He laughed. “So. Tana. Wanna tell us about yourself?”

“Not really.”

“Hey, that’s fine too! You don’t have to. Just whenever you feel like it. I’d like to get to know you better. I read one of your essays once in class to peer-review it. It was incredible. You’re so smart. I want to know more about you.”

Tana looked up from her lunch to meet his eyes. They were brilliant green. “Really?” she asked.

“Of course!”

Tana nodded. “Thanks. No one’s ever wanted to get to know me before.”

“Well I do!”

“Thank you, Lea.”

*****

“Tanalie?” Lea asked.

“Yes?” Tanlie replied. The alley was dark and silent apart from the two of them. The narrow gap between the two buildings meant they were standing very close, chests nearly touching.

“Tanalie we’ve become good friends, right?”

“Right.”

“Would it be pushing for me to say I love you?”

“I, uh... I suppose it depends. I love you as my best friend, Lea. I just...”

“I didn’t mean it in any other way!” Lea backpedalled. “I meant that I love you as a friend too! I just... I didn’t know... how you would take that...”

“Aw how touching,” a deep voice said darkly. The two teenagers jumped away from each other, hitting their backs on the walls of the buildings. “Two children looking for something that they can’t find with each other. Your hearts are steeped with darkness, both of you. Desire and longing for more and not knowing what it is. I have a solution. A new purpose for hearts like yours. Give them up. You’ll no longer feel anything. No anger. No hurt. No pain. No happiness either.”

“Thanks, but no,” Tanalie said. “We’re not interested.”

A man emerged from the darkness. He had silver hair and amber eyes. Lea pushed Tanalie behind him protectively.

“I am Xemnas, and you, young man, haven’t said anything yet. Are you interested?”

Lea stared at Xemnas. “I...”

“Lea?” Tanalie whispered.

“We’ll consider it,” Lea said. “No promises.”

“You’ll come to the right decision,” Xemnas said. He vanished into the darkness.

“Why did you say that?” Tanalie hissed.

“That’s how you walk people off. The answer is no but you say maybe to let them down gently,” Lea said.

“Oh. Okay.”

*****

“Tanalie...” Lea whispered quietly. “What if... what if this is the way?”

“It’s not,” Tana replied. “That guy---”

“Xemnas.”

“Whatever. Xemnas doesn’t have the answer. We can’t just give up our hearts!”

“Apparently we can!” Lea threw his hands in the air. At the beginning of their friendship, Tana would have winced away for fear of accidentally getting whacked in the face. Now, however, she didn’t even flinch.

She grabbed his shoulders when he dropped his hands. “No! Lea---our emotions help make us what we are. Even our pain. To live without a heart willingly... isn’t living.” She shook her head. “I’m not going to. But promise me you’ll let me know what you’re thinking, okay?”

Lea reached up and set his hands on her elbows. “Promise.”

“Got that memorized?” Tana teased.

“Hey! That’s my thing!”

She laughed.

*****

Tanalie shook her head, standing on the top of the clock tower and staring off at the sunset. Ever since Lea had become Axel she’d been on a constant mood swing between angry at him, devastated that she lost him, and determined to find a way to restore him to the way he was.

“Had a feeling I’d find you here.”

“Go away,” she spat, not turning away from the sunset.

“Well. At least that fire is better than the cold shoulder,” Axel remarked, coming to a stop beside her and looking out as well.

“Would you prefer the cold shoulder?”

“Nope.”

“Go away, Axel. I want nothing to do with you.”

“You were still my best friend, Tanalie.”

“Yeah. Keyword being ‘were.’ As in past tense. As in, you can’t feel anything, including friendship. So leave me alone or I’m going to shove you off the tower.” She knew she wouldn’t---not really---but the threat did make him pause long enough that she could shoulder past him and head for the stairs.

“Tana, wait!” Axel called, running after her. He caught her wrist. “Please.”

She whirled, ripping her arm from his grip. The setting sun caught her dark eyes and set them ablaze. “Enough! Let me be! If you were ever my true friend you would respect my wishes now and get out of my life!” With that, she whipped back around, her hair smacking him in the chest, and ran down the stairs. Axel didn’t follow her. He’d never seen her like that. She’d always been rather timid and soft-spoken.

He found he kinda liked the strength that came with that fire.

*****

I slumped. I’d been sitting with my eyes closed for ten minutes as the chain of my memories as a Somebody came back to me. “I hated you, Axel,” I said. “I hated you for being Axel instead of Lea. That fire came from being angry at you for abandoning me and our friendship. It came from heartbreak at the idea that you just threw me aside like our relationship meant nothing to you.”

“That wasn’t the case, Talinexa. Our relationship meant everything to me. I wasn’t perfect at being a good friend but I tried and I loved you.”

I stared at him for a moment, deciding what to say next. “I loved you too. Intensely. It broke me when you chose to become a Nobody.”

“It’s a decision I regret. Or... it’s a decision I would regret if I could feel,” Axel said. “Ever since I gave up my heart... I can’t stand this emptiness. Being without a heart---it’s more than I can handle. Even with you, Roxas, and Xion around... as friends... even Saïx... I can’t. The emptiness is driving me mad.”

“What are you saying, Lea? Axel?”

“I’m saying I’m done. I’m done being a Nobody. I’m done being part of the Organization. I’m done being unable to feel anything. I’m done not being able to love you.”

“Axel...” I reached out and set my hands on his. “There’s nothing we can do. We gave up our hearts to join the Organization and made a commitment to be loyal. We have no other choice. Organization Thirteen doesn’t take resignations. We either die as members, or they kill us for desertion.”

“Honestly, Talinexa, at this point, I’d chose the latter option.”

I got to my feet and summoned some fire. “Let’s talk about it later,” I said. “I do believe we have training to finish.”

Axel pushed himself to his feet. “Indeed we do.”

I woke with a gasp. A familiar face was leaning over me. But there was something different. After nine years.

“Tana! You’re alright!” Axel exclaimed.

No. Not Axel.

I sat up abruptly, smacking him in the forehead with my own. “Lea!” I exclaimed.

He pushed my stray hairs out of my face, brushing them back into my braid. “Tanalie... you’re alive!”

“So... so are you!” I shrieked, pushing my fingers into his hair. “You’re... you’re Lea again!” My thumbs brushed under his eyes. The marks that used to be there when he was Axel were gone. I gasped and pressed my forehead to his. “Lea...!”

“Tana... we’re whole again! We have hearts! We can feel!” Lea whispered. “We’re... Somebodies!”

The impulsivity of emotions swept over me. Almost a year of being a Nobody---a member of Organization XIII---with no emotions left me starved for feeling. I couldn’t imagine how much more intense that was for Lea given he’d joined the Organization nine years ago or so. I curled my fingers into Lea’s hair and pulled him toward me.

His lips crashed against mine, the same reckless abandon I felt was surging through him to me and back again.

“Lea?” I asked breathlessly when I pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“Don’t you remember? I love you too,” he said.

I smiled and nodded. “I remember.”

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Buttercup

Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: language

Summary: Pictures speak a thousand words.

A/N: Junior year sucks I don’t recommend it. Also this is sort of inspired by Buttercup by Hippocampus which is a great song 10/10. I might make a part two to this, I’m not sure yet.

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As the professor dismissed the class, I closed my laptop and shoved it in my bag, a million ideas racing through my mind all at once. The assignment was to write a story about a photograph with a minimum of four pages. It didn’t seem like much, but I was sort of stumped. I looked at my camera roll to see if there was anything that could inspire me at all, but I came up empty. This was going to be a rough few days.

The leaves on campus were beginning to change color and I was ecstatic to bring out my sweater collection (although I already did when classes started). Summer’s one of my favorite seasons, but it just didn’t hold a candle to the fall. I was a basic Halloween and pumpkin spice girl, I wasn’t ashamed. I reveled in my basicness.

I checked the time on my phone and saw I had about an hour to spare before I went to my last class for the day. Contently, I made my way back to my dorm room to get my books and to hopefully look at more photos to see if anything would inspire me.

Kiera, my roommate, opened the door just as I was about to unlock it and the both of us jumped. “Shit man, you scared me!” She put her hand on her chest and smiled, “Nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“You always say that, Kiera,” I rolled my eyes and entered our room. I threw my bag on my bed, taking my laptop out and opening it to a blank document. “Hey, before you leave, do you have any of your Polaroids that I could look at for inspiration?” I asked her. Kiera nodded and pulled out a shoebox from under her bed and opened it, revealing hundreds of Polaroids. “They’re precious to me, Y/N, do not lose them,” she warned.

I promised her I wouldn’t lose them and she left for her class, leaving me with hundreds, if not thousands of stories that could be told if I had the mind to conjure them. I picked up one and smiled. It was taken back in August when she and I went to a frat party with her boyfriend and had the time of our lives. We sitting on a beaten up couch, red solo cups in our hands and we were just laughing at a joke I had said. It was such a good photo, I wanted to know who took it. Turning the photo around, I noticed an inscription. It wasn’t much, just a phone number, but it was the name under it that stuck out like a sore thumb. Tom Holland, AKA, Walking Chlamydia had taken the fucking photo.

I tried to conjure up the memory that came along with this, but I came up blank. I had to be hardcore drunk that night or maybe we never crossed paths, however, I needed to find him. If he could tell me what happened that night, maybe it could be my inspiration. Saving my blank document and closing my laptop, I took the photo with me and left my dorm to search all over campus for Tom Holland.

My first thought was the frat house Kiera’s boyfriend, Harrison, belonged to. He was close with Tom since they both came from overseas. I knocked on the door and some dude opened it. “Looking for Harrison?” He asked. “Yeah, is he in?” I asked putting my hands in my pockets. The guy called Harrison’s name and soon enough, he climbed down the stairs. “Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He invited me in.

He led me to the kitchen where he opened the fridge and got the two of us sodas. “I’m actually wondering if you know where Tom is right now,” I said and Harrison stopped what he was doing and stared at me. “Are you serious?” He asked, “Are you and him...” “Jesus, no! I’ve never even met him properly,” I exclaimed. Harrison cocked his head and took a sip of the soda. “So why do you need to speak to him?” He asked.

I pulled out the Polaroid and showed it to him, “I just want to know about this night.” Harrison took the picture out of my hands and studied it. A smile crept on his face when he handed it back to me, “I remember this night.” “Can you tell me what was happening in the photo? I need to know for an assignment,” I practically begged.

Harrison nodded, “Yeah. I mean it was just a regular party-booze, loud music, and weed everywhere- although it was the first time Kiera and I had sex.” I scrunched my face, “Gross, keep going.” “We were all blackout drunk by the time Tom took this photo, you were drunkest of all. You two starting hitting on each other hardcore, which is probably why his number’s on the back of the photo,” he flipped the picture over and pointed at the phone number.

I felt the heat rise in my face. Of course I was the one to drunkenly hit on Tom. I’m surprised nothing else happened; the boy could charm anything into his pants. It was unassailable, he was hot. “Well, that helped decently, but I think I still want to hear his side,” I said, in disbelief of what Harrison told me. Maybe he recounted it wrong and confused me with another girl.

Harrison smirked and checked his watch, “He should be leaving Dunn Hall by now. You can probably catch him there.” I thanked him and took my untouched soda and left. From behind me, I heard Harrison say, “Use protection!”

Dunn Hall was a short walk from the frat house, and it was one of the most boring. There were no trees or plant life at all, just sidewalk and browning grass. It was on the edge of campus, where the caretakers took less care of it and made the college appear more rundown than it is.

As if on cue, the door opened and out came Tom Holland with a headphone in his ear, going down the stairs smoothly. He caught eyes with me and smirked, sauntering my direction. “Well well well...Y/N Y/L/N, I haven’t seen you since August,” he looked me up and down. There wasn’t much to look at, however, I wear the same fucking thing everyday.

“It should’ve stayed that way, to be frank,” I crossed my arms, “I need your help, Holland.” Tom took the headphone out of his ear and nodded, “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” “Don’t I wish,” I retorted, “You remember that party, right?”

“Love, I’ve been to multiple parties, you’re going to have to be a little clearer,” Tom smiled and my heart melted. I was susceptible to his charm, there was no lie. If he asked me out on a date, I would go without a doubt. The only reason he’s probably stayed away from me is because I haven’t openly (or soberly) thrown myself at him. It’s a bit cliche to throw every other girl under the bus like that, but I’m legit not joking. They’re all possessed by a succubus. Every last one of them.

Taking out the Polaroid, I handed it to him. “This one,” I said, “The one where you took this photo.” Tom stared at the photo and I noticed that his face had lit up. He turned the photo around and practically shoved his number in my face, giddy, “So you did have my number!”

I took back the photo and laughed awkwardly, “Not exactly. Kiera kept the photo, I never knew of its existence until today.” “A shame. I wonder what could’ve been if you called me the day after,” Tom clicked his tongue, “I’m now with Alyssa. She’s a sweet girl.”

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “How long is it going to last?” Tom mocked offense, “Forever! She’s wife material, Y/N.” “So is every girl, Tom. But every girl can be bed material, so which one is she in your eyes?” I said back, waiting for his answer. Tom raised his hands i defeat, “You got me there.”

There was an awkward silence between the two of us. It was weird, I figured he would have something to say considering he never shuts up, especially around the female species. I started walking away from the lecture hall and he followed suit. I kept the photo in both of our eyesight and asked, “Do you remember anything at all from this night?”

Tom looked down at the photo once again and examined it hard. He shrugged and shook his head, “I was as drunk as you were, Y/N.” Suddenly, his eyes turned huge and he stopped in his tracks. “I think I may have a video or photo on my phone though!” He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, quickly looking for anything from that night.

I waited impatiently for whatever he could pull up and when I saw his face pale, I knew something was wrong. “What is it?” I asked the frowning Tom, but he didn’t look up from his phone. He finally did and put it in his pocket, “Nothing.” I scoffed, “Unbelievable. Tom what’s so bad about whatever’s on your phone that you can’t show me?”

Tom rolled his eyes and took out his phone. He turned it around and showed me my worst fear: a picture of me and him practically on top of each other in what seemed like a closet. With my finger, I tilted the phone down and processed my thoughts. Tom and I drunkenly made out two months ago and the both of us didn’t remember. Tom Holland and I, the most unlikely pairing of all.

He cleared his throat and began to apologize, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I never even realized that we did that. I just remember the flirting. I swear I wouldn’t take advant-“ “You’re fine, Tom. We were drunk,” I calmed him down but he didn’t look reassured.

“It’s not fine,” he protested, “We practically hooked up at a party and we can’t even fucking remember it. I don’t want to be the guy that drunkenly took your virginity, Y/N.” I stepped back and stared at him in awe. “You didn’t take my virginity, you asshat. And the photo clearly shows us making out, nothing else happened. I would’ve known,” I said, a little hurt from his words.

As if our previous conversation wasn’t important, Tom perked up and asked, “You’re not a virgin?” “Sorry to disappoint you,” I shrugged. He smiled widely, which made me nervous. “Y/N Y/L/N, I never expected a girl like you to get down and dirty with someone,” he said and stepped closer to me. I backpedaled, not wanting to be in such close proximity, but unfortunately, my back found a tree and I was pinned.

“It’s not something I flaunt unlike you,” I retorted and Tom chuckled. The way he laughed, looking at the ground and smiling before meeting me with his beautiful eyes, it did something to me. It made me realize that maybe I was somewhat in control at that party. Maybe I wanted to make out with him in a closet, and maybe I want to make out with him now.

“You’re gonna have to show me your moves, Y/L/N,” he said, leaning in to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. He then leaned in and whispered, his mouth wet against my ear, “I’ve been waiting for months now.”

Thank God I was pinned to that tree or I would’ve been on the ground in no time. Jesus Christ, even his words get to me. I raised an eyebrow, hoping my resolve was stronger than I thought it was, and asked, “What about Alyssa?” “Darling, you know I made her up,” he stroked my cheek with his thumb, “All I want is you.”

Finally, I gained the balls to remove his hand from my face and get off of the tree. “Well, it’s been fun,” I said and pulled out the Polaroid, “But I have my story now.” It was true; I knew what to write about for the class. It was going to be a short story about mutual friends finding love and such. I began to walk away from Tom and as I did so, I heard him yell, “So Friday at 8, my place?”

I didn’t say anything, but I was smiling like an idiot and redder than a cherry. It was as if Tom could see my face because not even a few moments later, he shouted, “I’ll take that as a yes!” I rolled my eyes and laughed to myself. The guy was an absolute child when it came to women, what was I going to do?

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tumortunes · 3 years ago

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you thought you were clark kent

hi so this is a story from when you were a few days post op.

so basically one of the fears from the surgery was that you could lose your sight. the tumor was pushing down on your optic nerve and making it swell. post op, your peripheral vision was whack, your current glasses weren't working, your optic pressure was high.

but for some reason, things looked a little clearer than they usually do when you don't wear your glasses? you could read the clock when you squinted and it was great!

you thought that maybe the tumor was pushing on your optic nerve and THAT'S why your vision was so bad. your roomie even told you (multiple times) that you should just get lasik before it's too late. but haha jokes on them bc now that the tumor is gone, your vision is way better now!

you're not allowed to wear your current glasses rn bc of the incision. it's super close to your left ear and wearing glasses might interrupt the healing process. so you go glassesless for the whole time in the hospital and for a few weeks post op.

the neuro team that would come in and check on you said that it was normal for my vision to be a little funky rn. my brain was healing. it was swollen, i just had major brain surgery, it would take some time (maybe like 4 mo) for it to get back to normal.

when we got home, dad pulled out this bucket. he had saved ALL of our old glasses from when we were kids in this bucket and even some of his and mom and court's old ones. your first pair, the one with jimmy neutron brain blast signs on it, was in there too.

so you try on these glasses to see if any of them would kinda work. the ones that worked the best were those super ugly red sports goggles you would wear during basketball games when you were in middle school. this was during the pre-contacts era bc you were too scared to touch your eyeball. the other ones that worked were those blue/brown super rectangular ones from like 8th grade.

so amazing, right! the rx from 8th grade worked the best! your prescription must've improved so much post surgery. so dad unscrewed the left arm of the glasses and you wore wonky glasses from 8th grade for a while so that you wouldn't mess up your incision.

you told so many friends about this new discovery. you're amazing! it's like you have super powers now. your eye sight IMPROVED from brain surgery. it's wild.

lol

dumbass

so then the follow up appointment with the ophthalmologist starts approaching. mom and dad for some reason decide to pull out your original glasses and have you put them on "just to see." and guess what.

they work perfectly.

your eyesight hasn't improved. your vision was just THAT AWEFUL in 8th grade. that's why the 8th grade glasses worked for you. it had finally just been enough time post op for your eyes to kinda chill and go back to their regular jam. so you don't have super powers. your eyes unfortunately not magically better. you're wearing your og glasses as you type this.

lol it was so funny tho. your fam and nathan made fun of you for ages. it was super embarrassing and super hilarious.

we've been laughing a lot at home. it's always a good time with the fam and nathan around. everyone is super silly and brutally honest. it's so fun.

you're having a blast.

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fedonciadale · 7 years ago

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Hi, I'm neither a J*nsa or a J*nerys shipper. I'm a fan of Jon and quite frankly, don't get excited about any potential romance for him. I have only just found the 'undercover' theory and think it's entirely possible. However, I have a few mutuals who I am really friendly with that call it dumb and it's believers delusional. This makes me hesitant to get involved with discussions, unfortunately. I just wanted to say that I hope that the discussion does continue & I'll be keeping an eye on it.

Hi, nonny, thanks for the ask! I’m not sure, why I am all of a sudden an expert on what I call ‘Political Jon theory’, but you are welcome to look at my blog for it. By now, I’m prepared to stick to this theory out of spite for all the people who refuse to look at our arguments for it and just reduce their answers to name-calling and wanking.

One thing though, there have been so many theories, many much dumber than ‘Political Jon’ - there is evidence in the books after all (I just answered some anons about that), your friends should be more open about discussing it. I live for discussion, if it is done friendly and with mutual respect.

There is one thing about love and hate. It makes you blind, and it makes you clearsighted at the same time. I don’t think it is a coincidence that Jonsa shippers came up with the theory first. We joke about shipper goggles all the time, but in a certain angle of looking shipper goggles might serve well to let you see something clearer! It’s like glasses really. They correct your eyesight and putting them on, makes you see clearer, in some circumstances looking without glassed might give you a better look.

So, I really dislike Jon€rys. It’s my NOTP. Even when I saw some of the foreshadowing in the books, I still hoped that it would never happen, although deep down I knew that ‘accidental incest’ was probably in store for Jon. But that also meant that with my Anti shipper goggles I was more clearsighted in regard to the actual flaws of this pairing, apart from the fact that they are aunt and nephew - which isn’t that important, it only means their ship is doomed, they are complete opposites - and not in the way that makes them a good match. So, of course the ‘Political Jon theory’ fits in my shipping preferences, but that does not mean it is not true. It might mean, that only people who are open to the interpretation that Jon might not be in love with D, will be able to see it.

There is a fine line there between having clear sight because of dislke/hatred or love and being blind because of it and usually one can only see the difference in hindsight. Part of my reluctance to entertain the thought of ‘Political Jon’ instead of Jon being ooc and utter bs writing of the writers at first, was due to the fact, that I knew I was biased. I wanted to believe it, and knowing myself I was completely skeptical about it.

I’m on board now for various reasons, which I won’t post here. But you’re welcome to PM me about it

#Jonsa #Political Jon theory #anon ask

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the-fangal · 7 years ago

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Wholesome Again - Tom Glynn-Carney

Request:

hi sweetie, can I request a Tom Glynn-Carney imagine where his girlfriend is a filmmaker traveling around the world and she tells him that she's in South America but she surprises him on set later? please and thanks!

A/N: So this went a bit longer than I expected and I changed a bit the end, I hope you don't mind!

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"I think they're calling me, shooting should be starting. I got to go, love." You said sadly at your phone screen, it wasn't hard to feign sadness. You really missed him a whole lot. Still, you now saw the silver lining clearer than ever.

"Yeah, alright. I miss you. Call me afterwards?" Tom asked.

"Oh babe, I'm going to be shooting late and with the time difference and all, I think it might be best if we just talk tomorrow, yeah? Also, I'll probably be tired from today, so I might sleep in and call you a bit later than usual." You said apologetically and he groaned and threw his head back, his Adam's apple more prominent than usual, in a ridiculously attractive way.

"Why did you have to be so brilliant and have an equally brilliant movie to make on another continent?" He sighed and looked sadly at you. "Just try not to fall in love and run away with some ridiculously handsome Brazilian guy." Tom joked and you laughed.

"I won't make promises I can't keep." You joked back and Tom shook his head with a smile on his face. "Unfortunately it seems I may have some problem in my eyesight cuz even though I am surrounded by hot, tanned, muscled, gorgeous Brazilian men--"

"Oi, don't paint the picture too vividly. It's hard enough as it is." Tom interrupted with a pained expression but you didn't stop.

"…somehow I still find you more attractive and handsome than any of them. And even if I didn't I'd still choose you, any day." That brought a smile, a genuine smile, to his face.

"I love you." He said. It was still kind of new to the two of you. You'd said it to each other for the first time in the airport saying goodbyes, it was all a bit too dramatic for the era of smart phones to be completely honest, if anyone had been paying attention to you they'd think you were about to be parted for good.But you were heartbroken that you’d not be with each other for so long, obviously thankful that you could still talk t each other but still shattered about not being able to touch, kiss, hug, cuddle even

"I love you too." You said smiling. "Now I got to go before someone notices that instead of working I am Facetiming with my boyfriend."

"Alright, call me when you can then. I get worried when I don't hear from you." He said almost shyly.

"I will, and don't worry everything is fine, plus we're almost done shooting just another week or so. Goodbye! I love you!" You said and hung up before this conversation could continue, not that you didn't want to talk it's just that you had a flight to catch and you really didn't want to miss it.

When you figured you were ahead of schedule and that you'd be done shooting ahead of time you could not be happier, not that you didn't love your job because you did! And whenever you were doing it you felt amazing and didn’t need anything else but as soon as it stopped and it was time to go home, or to a trailer or hotel actually, it was just as if you missed a piece of you, you missed something, missed home- a lot! Especially Tom. He was kind of home by now, wherever he was you felt complete, wholesome. So, being away from him for this long journey was harsh and at the news that the journey would end one week earlier you excitedly grabbed your phone to tell Tom, but as it was ringing and you waited for him to answer you thought about how much more amazing it would be to surprise him. So you said nothing and booked your flights without him knowing.

11 hours later, 8 of them flying, you were in your beloved England. Almost missing the sunny Brazilian weather but too happy to be seeing Tom to care about any of that. You grabbed your bags and made your way to a taxi and gave him Tom's address, he mentioned he'd probably stay at home for the night. And even if he didn't you kind of liked the idea of waiting for him and him coming home to find you.

You got there and you reached under the third vase in front of the door to find that there was nothing under it.

"Bloody hell, Tom, why did you have to follow my security advice when it's really not the time!" You sighted, what were you going to do now. He was probably asleep at this time of night and if he wasn't you really weren't looking forward to waiting out in the cold for him to return, nor were you too excited to just go home and see him tomorrow. You sighed and grabbed your phone calling Tom. He answered before the second ring.

"Babe? Is everything alright? I thought you said you'd only call in the morning." He said worriedly, his voice still rough from sleep.

"Oh, no sorry to worry you! I just… I remembered I sent you something and I checked and they said it had arrived today, so could you maybe check your doorstep?" You asked knowing it sounding like a crap excuse and hoping his sleepy brain would not catch on.

"Love, it's like 4 in the morning. Do I have to do this now?" He said sounding tired.

"Yeah, sorry. It's just I'm worried about the bad weather and all, it might get ruined or something."

"Alright." He said and you heard him get out of bed with a grunt. "How do you even know the weather is crap?! Are you checking the weather in England from Brazil?" He asked and you could imagine him coming down the stairs.

"It's England, the weather is always crap." You chuckled.

"Fair enough. Have you just finished filming what time is it even in there?"

"Hum… I don't know…" You answered and he laughed.

"What do you mean you don't know? Just check the clock." He said and you were almost certain he should be getting to the door by now.

"I'll do that, just give me a second." You said and as you finished the sentence the door opened and a very sleepy Tom showed up. Confusion registered all over his face and he wasn't sleepy anymore.

"It's about four in the morning." You said smiling and he just laughed really loudly before wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"You're here! I can't believe you're here! You were supposed to be in Brazil being amazing and shooting a mind blowing film." He said quickly and with an almost desperate tone.

"Yeah, that ended yesterday and everything else we'll be doing in here, so… here I am." You chuckled and he chuckled with you. He put his hands on each side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

"I missed you so much!" He said as you two broke away. "This was the best surprise I have ever gotten."

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