#crying shitting throwing up nervous laughter

[diastrons]

hi!!! first kiss anon here, and i have another question! you said the first time they meet, mallow almost kills sarsenbi. so what actually stopped him from following through? and my other Q; what were their first impressions of each other upon first meeting? also why was sarsenbi in the forest in the first place? i have more questions but i'm trying not to overwhelm you and ask them all at once lmao

hi again!!!

ok thank you for these questions and thank you for being interested ;_;!!! I can't answer them right now, but all will be answered!!! I am working on a little short comic between my job and other projects that will depict their meeting.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Trust who? || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader love island au

A/n: during this I was thinking of that one kordell and Serena edit with this song and the beat drop is literally when reader sees the clip of Rafe and the casa amor girl during movie night!!!!!!!! ALSO im so sorry for this to take so long to be posted :/ PART ONE IS HERE

Warnings: just angst

Word count: 2,937

MASTERLIST (love island au masterlist)

The night was heavy with unspoken tension. Movie night, usually a time for lighthearted fun or harmless drama, was anticipated by everyone in the villa. You sat stiffly on one of the large outdoor sofas, flanked by a couple of the girls who were clearly trying to be there for you. The two Casa Amor girls were off to the side, Nakia sitting beside the other girl, her eyes flickering to Rafe every so often, like a lioness watching her prey.

Across on the other lounge were where the boys were sitting. Rafe's face was unreadable—stoic, like a statue—but he hadn't glanced your way yet. The screen flickered to life, and the names of the clips appeared in bold text, each one more unsettling than the last: Temptations and Betrayals, Crying Angel, and The Dark Nakia Rises were only some of them.

“Oh, this is going to be amazing,” you said, your voice heavy with sarcasm, though a hint of venom lingered beneath the surface. The girls around you laughed nervously, their giggles thin and hollow against the weight of the moment. No amount of levity could mask the tension that thickened the air. Nakia shifted in her seat, throwing you a smirk before turning her attention to the screen.

“I’ll pick Crying Angel,” she said, her tone deliberate, as if the title alone wasn’t designed to cut you open. The video played, and there you were, seated in the glam room, your face buried in your hands. The sound of your muffled sobs filled the air, and your voice, shaky and broken, cut through the villa like a blade. “I don’t want to be here anymore,” you admitted through your tears.

“I thought he cared about me. I really did.” One of the girls wrapped an arm around you in the clip, murmuring softly, “You’re stronger than this. Don’t let him break you.” But you shook your head, your anguish palpable. “I stayed loyal to him. I could’ve coupled up. But no, I waited for him because I thought we had something real. And then he walks in with her like I never even mattered. I’m done! I’m so done.”

As the screen went dark, the silence that followed was deafening. The air felt too thick to breathe. A few gasps rippled through the group, and some of the boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats, casting sideways glances at each other before stealing sympathetic looks your way. You sat still, your face a perfect mask of indifference.

Not a single muscle twitched as you kept your gaze fixed ahead, refusing to let them see how deeply those moments of vulnerability still stung. Across the firepit, Rafe was motionless, his jaw clenched so tightly that you could see the tension rippling through his neck. His blue eyes were glued to the now-black screen, his face unreadable but undeniably stricken.

~

When Sofia’s turn came, a flicker of mischief danced in her eyes. She leaned forward, her lips curving into a smirk, and you caught her gaze, exchanging a conspiratorial glance. You straightened slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at your own lips as you braced yourself for what was coming next. “I’ll pick The Dark Nakia Rises,” Sofia said, her voice light with faux innocence.

The group erupted into a mix of cheers and nervous laughter, all eyes shifting to Nakia, whose face had drained of colour. You broke the tension with an almost unnervingly calm tone, delivering your jab with a straight face. “Oh, Nakia. I bet you’re absolutely shitting yourself, babe.” Nakia forced a laugh, her discomfort palpable. “I’m not,” she said weakly, glancing toward Rafe for reassurance.

But he didn’t meet her gaze. His eyes were locked on the firepit, his face a storm of emotions he was trying—and failing—to suppress. The clip began. The sound of the kitchen in Casa Amor filled the room, and Nakia was standing with a few of the other girls. Their voices could be heard in the background as they gossiped, oblivious to the camera that had captured their every word.

"So what do you think of him?" One of them questions Nakia as she smiles, looking over her shoulder to where Rafe was working out. “I mean, I’ve heard about his dad,” she said with a casual shrug, her tone dripping with entitlement. “And I know they’ve got money. Like, serious money.” She leaned back, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, clearly basking in the attention.

“He’s not exactly ugly either, is he? Could be a good setup if I play my cards right.” The other girls laughed, egging her on. “Yeah, but do you even like him?” one of them asked, her tone teasing. “Like him?” she repeated, laughing. “I mean, he’s alright. But come on, this isn’t about feelings. This is about strategy. And if he’s dumb enough to fall for it, that’s on him.” The clip ended, leaving the villa in stunned silence.

The clip ended, and the silence that followed was deafening. No one spoke at first. Your heart sank as you glanced from Rafe, his face pale, his jaw clenched in fury, to Nakia, whose confident smirk had vanished completely. Her face was a mask of panic, eyes darting around as the weight of her words settled over everyone.

You could barely breathe as you stared at her. “Holy fucking shit, dude,” one of the boys muttered, breaking the silence as he turned to Rafe, who hadn’t moved an inch. He was staring at the ground, seething, his fists clenched at his sides. “Nakia, what the actual fuck?” another girl asked, her voice filled with disgust as she turned to face her. The room was heavy with the collective judgment.

Everyone was watching her now, and Nakia could do nothing but stammer, her voice high-pitched and defensive. Your words hit harder than you expected, and Nakia shrank back, her face flushing with embarrassment. “That is so fucked up,” one of the guys added, his tone harsh as he shook his head in disbelief.

Nakia opened her mouth to respond, but her words faltered. She looked on the verge of tears, her confidence completely shattered. The air was thick with tension, and everyone could feel it—Rafe’s rage, your frustration, Nakia’s panic. “You’re really going to sit there like that?” you finally said, your voice steady, but there was a bitter edge to it. “Like you didn’t hear her?”

Rafe’s head snapped up, his expression unreadable. But you could see the storm brewing in his eyes. “Don’t start with me, Y/n,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. You raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his warning. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to call out the fact that this whole thing is a fucking joke to you?” Your voice was sharp, cutting through the stunned silence of the villa.

You gestured towards Nakia without sparing her a glance. “That I’ve been here crying my eyes out, while you’re over there being a pawn in her game?” Nakia stiffened, her face pale. “That was taken out of context!” she stammered, her voice high-pitched and defensive. “I was just joking—” “Oh, you were joking?” you snapped, cutting her off, your voice rising with every word.

“You thought it was funny to admit you’re using him? That his feelings don’t matter to you as long as you get what you want?” You shook your head, your voice dripping with disdain. “That’s not just a joke, Nakia. That’s manipulation. Plain and simple." “That is so fucked up,” one of the guys muttered, breaking the tense silence.

Nakia’s gaze darted around the group, her eyes glassy as though she was on the verge of tears. You let out a dry, bitter laugh and leaned back on the couch, Sofia's hand finding yours. “I just can’t believe I was crying my heart out over this shit,” you muttered, your voice shaky. You leaned back against the cushions, exhaling deeply to steady yourself.

~

“Alright, my turn. Let’s go with Betrayals and Temptations,” One of the boys announced, his tone a mix of excitement and dread. “Of-fucking-course,” you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes. You already knew what this clip would show. The title was self-explanatory, and the dread in your stomach only grew as the screen lit up.

The scene began with Rafe and Nakia in the Casa Amor pool. Nakia sat perched on the edge, her legs skimming the surface, her posture relaxed and confident. Rafe stood in the water, gazing up at her like she was the only person in the world. “So, would you say you’re closed off, or…?” Nakia asked, her voice playful as she tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief

Rafe shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. “No—no. That would be stupid of me to do that to myself,” he replied casually, his eyes locked on her. “Really? So, am I your type?” she questioned, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Hundred percent, babe. Hundred percent,” Rafe said with a laugh, his hands resting on her knees as he grinned up at her.

The tension between them was palpable as they stared at each other, the moment thick with anticipation. Nakia leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and kissed him. “I can’t get out,” Rafe whispered against her lips, his tone teasing but laced with something deeper.

“Why?” Nakia breathed, her brows knitting together in faux confusion. Rafe chuckled, glancing downward, murmuring something too low for the clip to catch. Nakia’s eyes widened before she burst into laughter, her head falling back. “No fucking way,” she giggled, clearly pleased with herself, as Rafe pulled her closer.

The screen went dark, the villa erupted in hushed murmurs and gasps, but the damage was already done. Your vision blurred as tears welled up, spilling over despite your desperate attempt to keep them in check. Your head spun, the voices around you muffled and distant. “Fuck this,” you muttered, your voice thick with emotion as you shot to your feet and stormed off, your sobs breaking the suffocating silence.

Sofia hurried after you, her heels clicking against the wooden planks as she tried to keep pace. Meanwhile, Rafe sat frozen, his face buried in his hands as he let out a loud, frustrated exhale. “Mate, what the hell were you thinking?” one of the boys hissed at Rafe, his tone laced with disappointment. Rafe didn’t answer immediately.

He sat motionless, his face buried in his hands, his breaths uneven. Finally, he stood abruptly, his chair tipping slightly behind him. “Fuck, I need to talk to her. Right now,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration and guilt. As he made his way upstairs, the sound of your muffled sobs grew louder, each one hitting him like a blow to the chest.

He hesitated outside the glam room, his hand hovering over the door. Finally, he knocked, his voice tentative. “Y/n, can we talk?” There was a pause, and then the door creaked open to reveal Sofia. Her expression was a mix of anger and disdain as she stepped into the doorway, her voice icy. “She doesn’t need to hear your excuses right now.” She brushed past him, leaving the hallway in silence.

Rafe swallowed hard and stepped inside. You stood near the vanity, your back to him, shoulders trembling. When you finally turned, your tear-streaked face was a mix of heartbreak and fury, your mascara smeared like dark shadows under your reddened eyes. “What can you possibly say to me to make this better?” you demanded, your voice bitter and raw.

You glared at him, your anger barely concealing the hurt threatening to consume you. Rafe faltered, his mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came out. He raked a hand through his hair, his usual confidence replaced with visible unease. “I—” “You what?” you snapped, cutting him off. “You didn’t mean it? You were caught up in the moment? Save it, Rafe. I’ve heard enough lies for one night.”

“I wasn’t thinking,” he finally said, his voice quiet but filled with desperation. “It didn’t mean anything, Y/n. None of it did.” You let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking your head. “It didn’t mean anything? You kissed her, Rafe. You flirted with her. You made me look like a fucking idiot in front of everyone.” “I fucked up,” he admitted, his tone softening as he took a step closer.

“I know I did. But I never stopped thinking about you. You’re the one I—” “Don’t,” you interrupted, your voice cracking. “Don’t you dare try to spin this like you cared. If you cared, you wouldn’t have done this. If you cared, you wouldn’t have disrespected me while you had your fun.” The room fell silent except for the sound of your laboured breathing.

Rafe looked at you, his expression filled with regret, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “I think you should leave,” you whispered, turning away from him. Your shoulders sagged, the weight of everything crushing you. Rafe hesitated, his hand twitching as if he wanted to reach out to you, but he didn’t.

Finally, he stepped back toward the door, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry.” The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with the shattered pieces of what once was.

[shhhsupertopsecret]

Really? - Peter Parker

an: Short little fic. I write with comics Peter in mind, but you are free to imagine him however you want ;)

wc: 688

Peter Parker is screwed. So screwed. Peter was no stranger to mistakes. His life was a comical accumulation of a series of unfortunate events. One of his finest to date has got to be kissing his best friend before absconding out of the house and eating shit on his way out. He barely managed an ‘Oh my god, I am so sorry’ before he completely abandoned his friend and probably terminated an almost two decade  long friendship. He hadn’t seen you since…more like he had been avoiding you since.

Peter was pacing around his room, writing and rewriting the lengthy apology text he would send you. Well, he would send it to you eventually. His pondering was interrupted by the ‘ding’ of his phone notification. He threw his phone on to his bed like it burned him. This was embarrassing. He was studying biophysics. He was an Avenger (sometimes)! This was a continuation in the saga of Peter Parker nuking his personal life. 

Peter commenced his walk of shame across his studio apartment and picked up his poor phone. It took him three deep breaths before he could physically get himself to open his messages. He looked at your contact photo, a candid of you that he took when you were out at your usual pizza place. Your eyes were screwed shut in laughter, your nose crinkling. You were bathed in red light from the neon open sign next to you. It was his absolute favorite picture. Fuck. He opened your message. Four words.

‘We have to talk.’

“We have to talk”, you flopped down onto Peter’s bed, making the rusty spring creak underneath you. 

“So, you’ve mentioned.” Peter shot for sarcastic, but he was more focused on not throwing up and crying. 

“Ha ha, very funny, Peter. Will you at least look at me?” You tilted your head and angled towards him. 

“I am looking at you.” Peter was actually pointedly looking at the ceiling. Every time he tried to pull his gaze from where it was firmly locked on the ceiling, his stomach would do a quintuple flip. 

”Peter, you haven’t looked at me all day.” He hears the bed creak again, indicating you have risen from your spot on his bed. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist. You pulled him from his spot near the door. You give him a small push onto his bed. He sighed, fully obscuring his face with his hands. You gently grab his wrist and pull one of the hands away. He drops the other in defeat. 

“There he is.” You smile brightly at him, a smile he felt undeserving of based on his recent conduct. 

“I am not going to let you pretend that…that it didn’t happen. Will you please talk to me?” He was never any good at saying no to you. So he verbally vomited.

”I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. And I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I am so so so-” You cut him off by clamping a hand over his mouth. Your eyes were so fond that eye contact burned.

“It’s my turn, ok.” He nodded and you retracted your hand. 

“It’s okay. I want you to kiss me again.” The fact that you were completely calm made him even more nervous.

“What!?” He couldn’t have possibly heard that correctly. You laughed at his utter confusion.

“For fuck’s sake, Peter.” Your hands came up to cradle the sides of his face. With admittedly very little patience, you slammed your lips into his. He momentarily froze. Then, you felt arms wrap around your waist and pull you close. He finally relaxed, sighing through his nose before you separated. He was a little dumbfounded. Feeling your lips against his put him in a stupor. 

“I like you too, you dork. You didn’t let me say that.” You grazed your thumb along his bottom lip. He stared at you owlishly. 

“Really? You’re sure?” Laughter spilled from your lips. 

“Yes, Peter. I am sure.” He paused in thought. 

“Could I kiss you again?” You giggled once more and pressed your lips to his.  

[arjudy224]

Tea Time with Alfred

Context: Alfred has always been a close family friend of your Grandma. After her death both of you haven't been dealing with the grief very well, so you decide to start hanging out more to ease the pain. (Y/G/N: your grandma’s name)

Knocking on the door to Wayne Manor, I fumble with the basket of muffins in my left hand. A very confused Jason opens the door.

"Look Y/N..." He begins awkwardly shifting his balance. Guilt spreads across his sculpted features.

"With love, I'm not here for you." I interrupt putting my hand up to silence him, "Whatever you have to say, save it for another time."

Brushing past him, I wander down the hallway past a dozen or so portraits of the Wayne family. With the high ceilings and shelves filled with books older than my great Grandma, I narrowly get lost in the grandeur. One of the glass shelves catches my attention. A much younger looking Alfred beams up at me while a soaked brunette angrily swats at his shoulder with a shoe. My heart contracts when I recognize the woman. Years before she got sick, Y/G/N was radiant. Although the photo is in black and white, I know for certain she is wearing her faithful orange sweater that was in rags by the time I came around. The photo reads: Alfred's revenge London 1965. My eyes well up with tears at the thought of her being so healthy. The image of how frail she looked in that hospice bed will forever be burned in my heart.

The next photo over shows Alfred, Grandma, and I at my first visit to Gotham. Freshly nine, Gotham was such an adventure. Driving into the city was... nothing short of magical. There may have been crime in every corner, but her stories brought much needed light into the city. My 9 year old self hadn't yet grown into herself. With cracked glasses I had broken moments prior and aggressively neon braces, my fashion had a long way to go. I was probably too big to go on Alfred's shoulders at that point, but he picked me up anyway for the walk around the city. The crowded boardwalk behind us sold the best deep fried oreos in Gotham city. A teenager at the time, Dick had convinced me that the secret ingredient was cocaine... As an adult looking at Gotham city, that joke may not be too far off.

The infamous smell of Alfred's baking grounds me to the present. Dickie isn't stealing my gameboy anymore. He's happily living in Bludhaven revamping their police force. Shit, I really need to call him back. How do you tell someone that if you talk about it there is no guarantee that the crying will ever stop?

It doesn't matter what he’s been saying. It's better to not burden him with this. I take a deep breath to avoid a breakdown. Cookies. Tea time. Glancing at my watch, I realize I'm five minutes late. Classic y/n.

Alfred's back is to me when I finally stumble into the kitchen. A mischievous grin emerges on my face as I creep closer making a conscious effort to silence my footsteps. Jason used to say that watching the two of us sneak up on each other was like watching a cheetah stalking its prey. Of course, Alfred always made it look so easy though. Halfway there....

Stirring a bowl of brownie batter by hand, he calls out to me.

"You've got to do a lot better than that if you want to sneak up on me."

I stifle a laugh throwing my hands up in surrender.

"Sorry Alfie.... Old habits die hard. You would not believe what happened to me today..."

Conversing with the older man fills a void, I have been missing. Telling him about life made everything less scary. If I can spin these horrifying events into a joke during tea time.. well I guess I can survive it.

Alfred isn't one to diverge intense grief, yet I will never forget how heartbroken he was when he explained how painful it was to talk to me. Although our features may be completely different, it was the mannerisms that hurt the most to see: the way I held my hands when I was nervous, the anxious laughter in stressful situations, the silly regency romance novels that sat on my bedside table, the intense hatred of the barren winter... My entire being has been shrouded by her love. For better or worse.

The first couple months, I could almost pretend she wasn't gone. Working two jobs while attending school doesn't give me much time to reflect. However, the holidays left an unspoken hollow void. The empty seat at dinner. The contact I would instinctively dial. The horrible sinking in my chest when I remembered the phone would ring forever.

At the beginning, I think we both pretended we were talking to her. Now as I cackle over his photo collection of Tim falling asleep in public places, I realize how much I love the man who was so important to her. This pain may always stay with me, but what is grief if not love persevering?

[lilac-hecox]

Comedy Club AU:

Ian and Anthony are co-owners of The Giggle Hut and have a regular stable of stand up comics that come to perform. The au centers around the group of comedians.

Shayne: Has been in the scene for a long time, struggling for his big break. He lets himself get anxious about performing and it at times affects his ability to pull off a joke in his set, but he's charismatic enough that he's popular and people like when he does costumed character impressions such as The Chosen.

Trevor: A new comedian on the scene and instantly a lot of comparisons to Shayne for no real reason except they are both blonde men. Trevor is a hit right away and it sets up a rivalry of sorts between them. Shayne feels insecure because Trevor is younger and popular and isn't having to work as hard to gain an audience. Trevor really looks up to and admires Shayne but feels intimidated to say anything because he feels frostiness from Shayne.

Amanda: Always doing sets as different characters, very popular because you never know exactly what character you're getting. She also does a lot of audience interactions and friendly heckling while in character. She is best friends with Shayne and the two often work together and pair well on nights at the club. Amanda is extremely fond of the absurdist comedian Angela.

Angela: Very off the wall absurdist comedy. She's extremely relatable and audiences eat her up. She makes jokes that appeal to almost everyone and always references fellow comedians in her jokes which often kills because she riffs on what the audience is familiar with. She has a big honking crush on Amanda but feels she is out of her league both comedy wise and romantically.

Chanse: MC at the club and often performs mini-sets as musical improv is more his thing, but he does often do some musical comedy at the club, but is also happy to be hosting. Besties with Angela. He also heckles the crowd in a fond but real way. He also uses his sets to throw mini flirtatious jokes at Shayne and Trevor. He has a crush on both of them.

Spencer: Is not at the Hut as much as the other comics, but he performs and kills on the regular. He does a lot of character work and he references the other comedians. Makes an absurd amount of jokes about being gay when he doesn't say one way or another and gives Chanse a shit ton of material to work with in a set devoted to the reasons why Spencer is probably gay.

Tommy: Bartender at the Giggle Hut. He is insanely funny but doesn't think he could perform on stage and Spencer is begging him to try it out. It gets the point where Spencer gets them to set up a mic for Tommy and they banter during one of Spencer's performances and Tommy has the audience crying in laughter.

Pairings/Dynamics:

Shayne/Trevor?? Rivals to lovers type deal?

Shayne/Chanse? Exploration on Shayne's side, maybe happened before he got with Trevor? After? Same time?

Amangela! Two fools who are certain the other doesn't feel the same even though they are obviously crushing on one another.

Spommy: Supportive Spencer and nervous Tommy and mutual respect and flirtation that turns into an actual relationship

Ianthony: BACKGROUND MARRIED CO-OWNER BOSSES OF THE GIGGLE HUT!!!! "our comedian kids are idiots but i love them."

[estellan0vella]

Inheritance of Love│Han Jisung

Chapter One: Don't Fight Fate Word Count: 3.3K Content Warnings: none

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Emma sits at a small round table near the front of the lecture hall, the low buzz of student chatter and the rhythmic scratch of pens on notebooks filling the air. Her black leather trousers glint faintly under the fluorescent lights, and her dark green turtleneck clings to her slender frame as she leans forward, chin propped delicately on one hand. A claw clip pins most of her dark hair up, but rebellious strands of her black fringe sweep across her forehead.

Across from her, Daniel, a wiry undergrad with a nervous twitch in his left eye, looks like he's debating whether to laugh or cry. His four sad poker chips sit in a pathetic little stack next to the towering mountain in front of Emma.

"Emma," Daniel mutters, his voice cracking, "you're some kind of goddamn psychopath. You know that, right?"

She tilts her head slightly, a small smirk curving her lips. "Psychopath? Bit harsh, don't you think?" Her voice is soft, teasing, with a warmth that almost makes the sting of her domination bearable. Almost.

Daniel wipes his palms on his jeans, glaring at his two cards like they're responsible for the mess he's in. "You've gotta be cheating. Or psychic. Or both."

Emma chuckles, the sound low and melodic. She adjusts her claw clip absently, her gaze never leaving him. "Neither, Daniel. Just good at reading people. Unfortunately for you, you're practically an open book."

A ripple of laughter courses through the room, and Daniel shifts in his seat, muttering a quiet, "Fuck me."

Emma straightens, her posture calm yet commanding, and picks up her cards with a deliberate grace that draws every eye in the room. Her movements are so precise, so composed, that it feels like a performance. She glances at her cards and lets out a soft, exaggerated sigh, her black nail polish catching the light as she places them face down again.

"Well, folks," she says, her voice cutting through the chatter effortlessly. "I think I'll make this interesting." Her hands sweep her entire stack of chips forward, the clatter of them echoing like a gunshot. "All in."

The room collectively inhales. Someone in the back whispers, "Holy shit."

Daniel stares at the chips as if they're a physical threat. His leg bounces under the table, the tic in his left eye going haywire. "Are you serious right now?" His voice wavers between disbelief and outright panic.

Emma rests her elbows on the table, her fingers laced together as she leans slightly closer. "Dead serious," she says, her tone cool, almost amused. "This is your moment, Daniel. Are you gonna make history? Or fold like a soggy napkin?"

"Fuck," Daniel mutters again, dragging a hand down his face. He looks at his cards, his lips moving silently. His eyes dart to Emma, then back to his hand. "You're bluffing. You've gotta be bluffing."

Emma doesn't flinch. Doesn't blink. "Maybe," she murmurs, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. "But are you willing to bet on that?"

The students erupt into whispers, the tension in the air electric. Daniel groans, his head tilting back as he stares at the ceiling. "This is so fucking stupid." He slams his cards face down on the table. "I fold. Fine. Whatever."

The room explodes with cheers, laughter, and a few expletives. Emma's smirk widens into a full grin as she casually gathers her chips. She flips her cards over with a dramatic flourish.

"Nothing," she announces, holding up her completely worthless hand for everyone to see.

A collective gasp is followed by howls of disbelief. "No fucking way!" someone yells, and another voice chimes in, "She's got balls of steel!"

Daniel's jaw drops. He leans over the table to double-check the cards. "You had nothing? Like, literally fucking nothing?"

"Not a damn thing," Emma confirms, her tone sweet as honey. "Just vibes."

The students dissolve into hysterical laughter, and Daniel throws up his hands. "This is bullshit. I hate you."

Emma tosses a single chip at him, which he fumbles to catch. "Here, Daniel. For your pride. Or, you know, a snack. Your call."

He shakes his head, but he's laughing now, despite himself. "You're evil. Straight-up evil."

Emma stands, brushing imaginary dust off her trousers, and turns to address the class. "Alright, alright. Let's break it down," she says, her voice cutting easily through the lingering laughter. "How did I, with absolutely nothing, manage to make Daniel crumble like a sandcastle in a rainstorm?"

Daniel groans, slumping in his chair. "Because you're a manipulative genius who enjoys fucking with people?"

She laughs softly, nodding toward him. "Close. But here's the real answer: I didn't beat Daniel with cards. I beat him with his own brain."

The students lean forward, captivated. Emma begins to pace, her Converse tapping rhythmically against the floor. "Our brains hate the idea of loss. We'd rather not lose what we have than risk it all for something better. Daniel wasn't playing to win. He was playing not to lose. And that, my friends, is why he folded."

Daniel groans louder. "You're really gonna make this a fucking TED Talk?"

Emma grins, pointing at him. "Damn right, I am. This is psychology, baby. Fear of loss, risk aversion, it's all up here." She taps her temple lightly. "And once you understand that, you can control the game."

The room hums with excitement as students murmur among themselves. As the chatter dies down, Emma claps her hands once, her warm smile returning. "Alright, that's it for today. Don't forget your essays on conditional probability are due next week. Extensions are available if you need them. Just don't wait until the last minute. You know how the system loves to screw you over."

The students begin gathering their things, a few stopping to thank her or share a joke. Daniel lingers by the door, shaking his head as he watches her organize her notes.

"You're terrifying, Emma. Like, legit terrifying."

She chuckles, patting his shoulder as he walks past. "Good. Keeps you sharp."

The lecture hall feels cavernous now that the students have trickled out, the hum of chatter replaced by an almost oppressive silence. Emma slides the cards back into their case, her movements neat and deliberate. She sweeps the poker chips into a small pouch, pausing for a moment to glance at the last one before tossing it in. Slinging her coat over her arm, she exhales deeply, ready to call it a day.

The sound of a voice, low, smooth, and entirely too familiar, slices through the stillness.

"Is this where you hustle kids into existential crises, or was I too late to catch the show?"

Emma startles, her head snapping up. At the top of the stairs, leaning casually against the doorway, stands Jisung. He's dressed in a black suit that looks expensive as hell, the sharp tailoring accentuating his lean frame. His wavy hair falls in artful disarray around his face, a few strands brushing his cheekbones. The smirk tugging at his lips is equal parts charming and infuriating.

"Jisung," she says, her surprise melting into a smile. "What are you doing here?"

He begins descending the steps, his polished shoes clicking in a steady rhythm. "Do I need a reason to check in on my overachieving girlfriend?" His grin widens, dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, I heard rumours about some terrifying genius cleaning house in a poker game. Thought I'd better investigate before Stanford bans you for psychological warfare."

Emma rolls her eyes, though her lips twitch with amusement. "You're impossible."

"And you're stunning," he shoots back, not missing a beat. He's closer now, the scent of his cologne, citrus with a warm, woody undertone, enveloping her as he stops in front of her. "Now answer me: how's my favourite professor's assistant? Still leaving a trail of broken egos in her wake?"

"Your favourite professor's assistant is exhausted," Emma says, her tone dry but affectionate. "And you shouldn't eavesdrop. It's rude."

Jisung laughs, low and rich, and without hesitation, pulls her into his arms. His embrace is firm but easy, like he's done this a thousand times and still can't get enough. He presses a kiss to her temple before murmuring, "Hello, jagiya. Miss me?"

Emma tilts her head up, her hands resting lightly on his chest. "Always," she says softly. "But what are you really doing here?"

"Picking you up for coffee," he replies matter-of-factly. "You've been cooped up all day, wrecking undergrads' self-esteem. I'm here to balance your karma. Besides-" he leans in, his lips brushing her ear as his voice drops, "-I missed you."

Her cheeks flush, but she masks it with a playful shove against his chest. "You're full of shit."

"Probably," Jisung says with a laugh, stepping back slightly but keeping his arm draped lazily around her waist. "But you love it."

Emma shakes her head, grabbing her bag from the table. "How was your day?"

Jisung groans, tipping his head back dramatically. "Fucking awful. Video calls with Chan and Changbin all morning. Seventeen-hour time difference, Em. Seventeen. I'm pretty sure Chan was running on caffeine and pure spite."

Emma arches an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And you? Contributing to the chaos as usual?"

"Absolutely," Jisung admits, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I told Chan that peonies are overdone and suggested sunflowers for the centrepieces. You'd think I proposed setting the whole wedding on fire."

Emma laughs, the sound bright and genuine. "You're an agent of chaos."

"And yet," he says, leaning closer until their faces are inches apart, "you're still here."

She smirks, brushing past him toward the stairs. "For now. Don't push your luck."

He's on her heels instantly, taking the steps two at a time to catch up. Sliding his hand into hers, he laces their fingers together as they walk. "Speaking of luck," he says, glancing down at her, "are you ever going to teach me how to bluff like you? Or is that a trade secret?"

Emma laughs again, shaking her head. "You'd crack in thirty seconds, Jisung. You can't lie to save your life."

"I could totally lie," he protests, mock-indignant. "Watch. Right now, I'm thinking about spreadsheets. Definitely not how good you look in those leather pants."

She snorts, tugging him toward the exit. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," he shoots back, grinning when she groans at the cheesy line. As they step into the hallway, his expression softens, and he glances down at her, his thumb tracing circles against her hand. "Hey. You know I'm proud of you, right? For everything you do."

Emma looks up at him, her chest tightening at the sincerity in his voice. She squeezes his hand lightly. "Thanks," she says, her voice quiet but warm. "You're not too bad yourself."

He grins, the playful sparkle returning to his eyes. "Damn right. Now let's go. You're buying me coffee, and I'm ordering something expensive because I deserve it."

Laughing, she lets him pull her toward the door, the tension of the day melting away in his presence.

The corner café hums with life, the clatter of mugs, the hiss of the espresso machine, and the low din of conversations blending into a comforting symphony. The soft afternoon sun filters through the tall windows, spilling golden light across the worn wooden table where Emma and Jisung sit.

Emma shrugs off her coat, draping it neatly beside her, while Jisung sprawls into the seat opposite her like he owns the place, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

The waitress doesn't take long to deliver their order: two Americanos and a generous slice of sticky treacle cake. As soon as the plate touches the table, Jisung snatches a fork and dives in, slicing off a golden chunk without even looking at Emma.

Emma stares at him, one brow raised, her fingers wrapped around her coffee cup. "Seriously, Jisung? You couldn't even pretend to wait?"

He doesn't even pause, chewing with the enthusiasm of a man starved. "What? You were too slow. Gotta stay sharp, babe," he says, his words muffled by cake.

"You're such an asshole," Emma says, but her laugh betrays her. She leans back, taking a slow sip of her Americano. "You know what? I'm not even mad. I'm just gonna order another one, and this time, you're not touching it."

"Bold of you to assume I won't," Jisung fires back, already spearing another piece of cake. His grin widens as he pops it into his mouth. "God, this is fucking amazing. You sure you want a whole one to yourself? That's kind of selfish, don't you think?"

Emma glares at him, her lips twitching with amusement as she waves down the waitress. "Excuse me? Can we get another slice of cake, please? Thanks." She gives Jisung a smug smile as she sits back. "Problem solved."

He sets his fork down with an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in his seat like she's just ruined all his fun. "You know, sharing builds character."

"Funny how you only say that when it's my food," Emma quips, stirring her coffee.

"Because your food tastes better," Jisung says with a straight face, like it's the most logical thing in the world. He grabs his coffee, taking a long sip before giving her a pointed look over the rim. "Must be all that fancy Stanford assistant energy. Adds flavour or something."

Emma snorts, shaking her head. "You're such a dumbass."

"Maybe, but I'm your dumbass," he shoots back, winking. Before she can retort, he sets his cup down and leans forward, his expression shifting slightly. "So, spring break. I was thinking."

"That's never a good sign," Emma teases, but her tone softens when she sees the flicker of excitement in his eyes. "What were you thinking?"

"South Korea," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "For Chan's wedding. You, me, Seoul, sounds pretty fucking good, doesn't it?"

Emma blinks, caught off guard. "South Korea? Like, your South Korea?"

"No, the other South Korea," Jisung deadpans, grinning when she rolls her eyes. "Yes, my South Korea. I want you to come with me. It's about time my brilliant, hot-as-fuck girlfriend meets my family. Don't you wanna see where I grew up?"

Emma tilts her head, studying him. "Oh, sure. And what about Malaysia? Or England? You've lived everywhere, Jisung. Why Korea?"

"Because that's where Chan's wedding is," he explains, dragging out the words like she's being slow on purpose. "And because Seoul is the best. You could meet my eomma, my halmeoni and you could catch up with that weird college roommate of yours."

Emma's lips curve into a smile as she leans back in her seat. "Minho?"

"Exactly." Jisung nods as if it's all falling perfectly into place. "The universe is practically begging you to come. You said he's been bugging you to visit him, right?"

Emma chuckles softly, tracing the rim of her coffee cup with her finger. "He has been. He texts me at least once a week about it. He's even sent me Google Maps links to his favourite bars. I think he's serious."

"See?" Jisung says, pointing at her triumphantly. "It's the universe telling you to come. It's fate. Don't fight fate."

Emma smirks, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love me," he says, flashing her a grin so bright it almost blinds her. He reaches across the table to steal a kiss, his hand brushing against hers as his lips press softly against hers.

When he pulls back, Emma smiles, her voice softer now. "I'll think about it."

"Think fast," Jisung says, grabbing the second slice of cake that the waitress just placed on the table. Without hesitation, he digs in.

"Un-fucking-believable," Emma mutters, staring at him in mock horror. "You ate most of my other slice, Jisung!"

"Yeah, but this one's also yours, so it tastes better," he says, shoving another bite into his mouth. "You know how this works."

Emma groans, laughing despite herself as she shakes her head. "You're the worst."

"And yet, here you are," Jisung says with a smirk, his eyes twinkling as he lifts his coffee. "Cheers, babe. To you being stuck with me."

"God help me," Emma mutters, but her smile lingers as she clinks her cup against his.

Jisung's phone buzzes on the table, its ringtone cutting through the low murmur of the cafe. He glances at the screen and sighs. "Eomma," he mutters, mostly to himself, before picking it up. "I'll be right back," he tells Emma, standing and taking a few steps away from their booth.

He presses the phone to his ear. "Hello, eomma. Is everything okay?"

His mother's voice comes through, calm but with that faint edge of insistence that he knows all too well. "Does something have to be wrong for me to call, Jisung?"

"Yes, usually," he quips, running a hand through his hair. "So, what's up?"

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny," she says dryly. "I'm calling to ask if you're bringing the girl you're seeing to Chan's wedding."

Jisung blinks, leaning against the wall near the cafe's entrance. "Huh. Weird. We were literally just talking about that. How could you know?"

His mother's chuckle is light but knowing. "Everybody knows, Jisung."

He glances toward the door and spots a girl leaving with her phone in hand. Recognition hits instantly. Her face, that smirk. She's the one who runs Radio One Asia, a notorious gossip blog that thrives on digging into the lives of the rich, powerful, and famous across Asia. "Shit," he mutters under his breath. "Radio One Asia."

"What was that?" his mother asks, her tone sharp with curiosity.

"Nothing. Just spotted someone I wasn't hoping to see," he says quickly. Shaking it off, he refocuses. "So, you're looking forward to having me home, huh?"

"Of course. Your room is all ready for you," his mother replies, her emphasis on for you heavy enough to be impossible to miss.

Jisung narrows his eyes at the floor, his tone flattening. "Thanks, eomma, but Emma and I will be staying together."

There's a brief pause on the line before his mother responds, her voice clipped but polite. "I see. Well, the house is being redone. It's not ready for guests. If this Emma comes, I think she might be more comfortable staying somewhere else."

"I agree," Jisung says without missing a beat. "Which is why Emma and I will be staying at a hotel in Seoul. Most likely at the Marriott"

Another pause, longer this time. "I see," she finally says, her tone betraying nothing. "Well, we'll see you at the wedding."

"Yeah, we will," Jisung says, his patience waning. "See you soon, eomma." He hangs up, shoving the phone into his pocket with a muttered curse before heading back to the booth.

Emma looks up as he approaches, her dark eyes twinkling with amusement. She gestures toward the plate. "I saved you a piece."

He slides back into his seat and looks at the plate. There's a sliver of cake so small it's practically an insult. "A very small piece at that," he says, narrowing his eyes at her.

Emma grins, leaning back with her coffee in hand. "Fair's fair. You ate the rest."

Jisung shakes his head but picks up the fork and eats the tiny bite anyway. It's sweet, sticky, and gone in a flash. He points the fork at her accusingly. "This is what you think passes for sharing?"

Emma chuckles softly. "How's your mother? Everything okay?"

"Oh, couldn't be better," he says, his tone breezy, though he avoids elaborating. No need to bring up his mother's less-than-subtle attempt to sideline Emma.

"That's good," Emma says warmly, giving him a small smile.

Jisung smiles back, his eyes softening. He sets the fork down and leans forward slightly. "Your place or mine tonight?"

Emma tilts her head, pretending to think it over. "Mine. Your neighbour is weird."

Jisung groans dramatically. "I happen to like Creepy Colin. Except, of course, when he flirts with you."

Emma laughs, shaking her head. "He doesn't flirt with me. He just lingers."

"Lingering is flirting," Jisung argues, his expression deadly serious. "Trust me, jagiya. I've lingered with intent. Remember after I did that talk when we first met? I lingered"

Emma rolls her eyes, still smiling. "You're ridiculous."

"And yet, here you are," Jisung teases, leaning closer and resting his chin on his hand as he looks at her with open adoration. "Admit it, you love my ridiculousness."

Emma sips her coffee, her lips twitching as she tries not to smile. "I might. A little."

Jisung grins, leaning back in his seat, completely at ease. Whatever the world throws at him next, it can wait. Right now, it's just him and Emma, and that's all that matters.

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[theoddcatlady]

Lump in my Throat

Flight… delayed by another four hours… due… weather conditions…  

I put my headphones back in, resolving that there wasn’t a chance in hell I was getting back to Chicago tonight. I cringed as the left earbud kept crackling and going out, only for it to finally cut out for good and leaving me getting only half the song.  

Frustrated, I yanked them both out, now fully exposed to the noise of an airport terminal. The snoring of the man next to me, somehow sleeping through the chaos. The ‘I’m a platinum member’ complaining loudly to anyone who will listen about how he gave the airline too much money to be stuck in this backwater town. The mom who was talking way too loudly about personal matters on her phone while her three children screeched like banshees and got in everyone’s way. The guy refusing to cover his mouth while sneezing and coughing, and he did both a lot. The arguing couple about how this was ‘all your fault’ and ‘maybe this trip was a mistake’. And in the background of it all, the rain pounding on the roof above us, preventing anyone from taking off.  

I decided to put my headphones back in to at least muffle the sound when the middle child zipped right past me and ripped them right out of my ears with one of his flailing arms. “Will you watch where you’re going!?” I snapped.

This finally got the attention of the inattentive mom, who looked at me like I just took a dump in her latte. “Don’t you shout at my child!” She yelled, shaking her finger at me.  

I responded by getting up and heading right for the bathrooms. If I stayed another minute I might just snap and slap the bitch.  

I slammed open the door and just stood by the sinks, taking several deep breaths and counting down from ten. I could not lose it out there, if I lost it out there, I might get kicked out of the airport. And in a small town like this I’d probably be shit out of luck when it came to getting a motel to stay at.

It probably took a few too many seconds to realize that the smell in the air wasn’t just the likely disgusting toilet stalls, and that I wasn’t alone. I turned to see a woman in the flight attendant uniform, holding a lit joint in her hand.  

We just stood and stared at each other for a moment before I laughed. I just shook my head and laughed. “Rough day?” I asked.

A nervous smile spread across her face. “Yeah, you could say that. Er, don’t tell my boss and I’ll let you have some?” She asked.

“Nah, I don’t smoke, but thanks anyway.” I sighed and rubbed my temples. “I was going to hit someone if I stayed out there for another minute. How do you handle it?”  

“Um?” She lifted the joint up and now we were both laughing. The kind of laugh that comes when you’re tired, there’s nothing left inside, so it’s either laugh or cry. When the laughter died down she coughed quietly. “I’m Fiona,” She introduced herself.

“Zoe.”  

Fiona nodded before extinguishing the joint and throwing the remains in the trash. “Well, that’ll help me get through the rest of this. Let’s hope the weather lets up so we can get back to Chicago,” She said.

“Preach. It.”  

We both walked out of the bathroom, I was feeling a bit better, I turned to thank Fiona for chatting with me when the ground shook beneath my feet. Before I could even react, Fiona shoved me, sending me flying into a wall.  

It was like Armageddon- the ground churning and tilting, the growl of the off white floor splitting and opening up right beneath Fiona’s feet, the horrified scream that ripped from her lips as she dropped into the abyss, one more glimpse of her bloodless face and then she was gone.

The shaking slowed and came to a stop, and it would’ve been like nothing happened… except there was now a canyon in the middle of the terminal.  

I stumbled to my feet, my ears still ringing from the sound, before I looked out into the airport. I recognized the sleeping man from earlier, milling about while he stared at the chaos, the sneezer helping the woman arguing with her boyfriend earlier up off the ground, and the mother, screeching at the top of her lungs-

“Where are my babies!? Where are you!? Reece? Declan? Maisie, where are you, baby?! Oh my god, they fell in! They fell down there!” 

There was no sign of the platinum member either. Feeling like I was in the middle of a dream, I milled over to the group, looking for any sign of the children. Some pieces of the roofing had fallen down, but I didn’t see any sign of those kids. Sure, they were obnoxious, but… I glanced down the crevice. I knelt down and looked for any sign of the bottom. Could kids really survive dropping down that?

I heard someone clear their throat and I glanced up to see the sleeping man from earlier. He pulled a small flashlight from his pocket, clicked the button, and threw it down. It spun around before it clattered on the bottom. It might’ve been dark, but it seemed that it wasn’t nearly half as deep as I’d thought. It just looked that way because of the dark.  

Either way, it wouldn’t have been a great fall.

“I saw one… one of those kids, at least, fall down there.” The man stuck his hands in his pockets, glancing at the floor. “Some guy tried to grab him before he fell but he ended up going to. I think that’s a cave down there.”

“They really built an airport over a cave?” I mumbled.  

The man shrugged. “Maybe they didn’t know. Either way, I’m going down,” He shrugged off his jacket, “I think I can climb on down. Coming with?”  

Without even thinking about it I nodded. “I’m Zoe,” I said.

“Roger,” He said before hopping right down, someone clambering down the walls like a spider.

I got up, brushing off my jeans before looking around. “Hey, I’m going down there to look for the kids! Anyone else coming along?” I shouted.

Having everyone’s eyes on me at once was intimidating, but the sneezer and the woman both joined me. “Ma’am, stay up here until the emergency crews get here. Don’t worry, we’ll go get your kids,” The sneezer said before he began the descent.  

I was reminded of the rock walls I climbed all the time as a teen as I lowered myself down the crevice. There was more than enough space for me to clamber down, but without a harness I felt completely out of my depth. Each time my foot slipped on the way down I thought ‘this is it, I’m gonna fall and break my fucking neck’.  

The wall didn’t go down the whole way, I only figured out when I started dangling. I glanced down and saw the light, I only had a few feet to fall. Those few seconds of dropping made my heart fly into my throat, and I never felt so glad to have wet shoes as I dropped into the water that was nearly up to my calves in depth.

Roger was already on the ground, sloshing through the water and shining his light on the stone walls. “I’ll be damned. It really is a cave,” He said.  

The Sneezer dropped down, almost falling on his ass on that last jump down. “All right, I heard you two introduce yourselves,” He sniffled and wiped his nose, “I’m Archie. Sorry, I got a cold. Where do you think the kids went?”  

“And I’m Payton- fuck!”  

I barely caught the woman tumbling down, taking several steps backwards and nearly twisting my ankle in the process. She glanced around before putting her hands to her mouth. “Gabriel! Babe, are you okay!? Where are you?!”  

As far as I could see, we were the only ones down here. I grabbed my phone and flicked on its light. “Maybe they went down this way. It’s downhill, maybe they took off in the dark?” I suggested.

Roger shined his light the other way, revealing it was a dead end. “Probably. Good news though- I didn’t find any bodies in the water. They didn’t die in the fall,” He said.

Payton shuddered as she grabbed her own phone. “Jesus Christ, the last thing I said to him was that we were over. If that’s the last thing he heard-”

“Like Roger said, they’re not here, meaning they got up and walked away,” I interrupted, setting a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s get moving, they’re still probably hurt and those kids are probably scared half to death.”  

The four of us walked in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being Archie’s sniffles and the splashing water beneath our feet.  

I broke the silence first. “I saw one of the flight attendants fall down here too. Fiona, we talked in the bathroom a bit. She shoved me out of the way before I went down this hellhole too. So we’re looking for three children, two men, and one women… why haven’t we seen anything?” A shoe, a piece of clothing, I could barely ignore the chill going down my spine.

“Maybe the attendant hurried them out,” Archie offered, sniffling and wiping his nose on his sleeve, “Afraid it was going to close up on them. Oh jeez, you think another shake will take this place down on us?”

Mental images of being crushed underground flooded my brain and I nearly went weak at the knees, but Roger shook his head. “I don’t think it was an earthquake. This cave’s only got a little water in it now, but with all the rain, I think it was a flash flood. Just weakened the ground under the terminal and well, you saw what happened. Maybe the smallest ones could’ve been washed away, but not the adults. They probably did just get right back up and chose to high tail it out,” He said.

Archie coughed and groaned. “Tell you what, this sure isn’t going to help me get over the flu,” He groaned.

“Sure it’s not the coronavirus?” Payton weakly joked, to which I could just about feel Archie rolling his eyes at.  

“Not the coronavirus. Just a stuffy nose and a sore throat.”

Payton laughed and shook her head. “Sorry, that’s… that’s just what Gabe would say. Always made stupid jokes like that.”  

Archie coughed again, groaning as he pounded his chest. “Air feels weird down here,” He wheezed.  

“Maybe you should climb back up? Wait for the emergency crews?” I asked.

Archie shook his head. “I’m not going to wimp out when there’s people hurt and scared down here, especially the kids,” He said.  

Roger cleared his throat loudly. “Thanks, Archie, but if you really need to turn… back… what the fuck?” He flashed his light over to the side of the cave, where there was dirt rising out of the water, just enough for some plants to grow.

I waded over, bending over to get a better look at the plants. Each a muddy brown, the stems bare until the top, where there was a trio of wide leaves and a bright blue bulb in the center. “I’m not really a botanist, but these are freaking weird,” I said, teaching up to give it a poke.

Roger caught my hand last second. “Don’t. They might be poisonous,” He scolded, sounding like a worried parent.  

I stood back up sheepishly. “Anyone know what they are?” I asked, getting only a bunch of head shakes and shrugs in return. “Okay then. Let’s just keep looking for the others.”

We only took a few more steps before Archie stopped coughing and started gagging. He stumbled to a stop before collapsing to the ground with a splash. Roger bolted back to Archie, supporting him and preventing him from falling backwards into the water. “Archie? Archie, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” He said.

All Archie got out was “There’s something in my-” before his neck snapped backwards with a painfully audible crack. I ran up to him next, shining my light in his open to look inside.

I froze when I saw a familiar blue bulb right between his inflamed tonsils, surrounded by those muddy leaves. The shock of seeing that in his throat made Roger drop Archie, who dropped back into the water, head disappearing below the surface before the plant sprouted above it, its leaves unfolding around that bulb.  

I ran. I fucking ran down the cave, screaming at the top of my lungs. Payton was right on my heels, while Roger was just frozen, kneeling there next to Archie’s still body.  

I heard the gagging behind us before we turned the corner and found the original people who fell down there.

I recognized the platinum card member first, leaning up against the wall, the stream bubbling over his legs with his neck bent sideways at a ninety degree angle, the plant sprouted from his gaping mouth. I stumbled back and away, nearly tripping over what I thought were just rocks under the water until I looked down.

The plants were sprouting from three tiny bodies under the water. I fell to my knees and grabbed one of the children by the shoulders, pulling them up to reveal it was the same child who’d ripped my headphones out not even an hour before. His body was cold, still. Far too still.

But their eyes were still wide and alive, stricken with terror as they stared at the plant sprouting from beneath their teeth. I dropped them back, watching them fall beneath the brackish water before looking up.

Payton was knelt next to the body of her boyfriend, bawling as she stared into his far too alive eyes. She looked at the plant before getting a steely look in her eyes and getting back up. Grabbing the plant by the stem, she screamed at the top of her lungs as she pulled with all her might, ripping out the plant… and most of Gabriel’s esophagus with it.  

I heard the most disgusting gurgle as the boyfriend fell forward, his neck lolling in an unnatural position as the light in his eyes faded and blood flowed out of his mouth. Payton was left holding onto the plant, staring at the roots that intertwined with lumps of bloody flesh. She then dropped to her knees, laughing the kind of laugh that only came from someone who’d lost their fucking mind.

I turned away the moment that laughter turned into gagging and continued running downstream, feeling tears rush down my face and my chest seizing with sobs. I ran and ran, my fingers growing numb while they dug into my phone case, and I didn’t stop running until I saw the light that signaled the exit.

I stumbled out of that cave onto a rocky beach. The rain had finally slowed to a light sprinkle, and I collapsed on the ground as I desperately inhaled the cold fresh air.  

I listened to the waves for a few minutes before I realized I was hearing something else… someone’s wheezy breathing. I pulled myself up and looked up to see a body slumped right by the exit. I recognized Fiona by her uniform first, her face had turned a shade of bluish green and eyes popped wide with such horror I couldn’t recognize the woman who’d shoved me out of the way and saved me from falling down the crevice.

I crawled over to her, intertwined my fingers in with her ice cold ones. Her eyes stared into mine.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” I coughed in an attempt to clear my throat, “I’m sorry this happened to you.”  

I heard this desperate whine and maybe it was just the wind, but her head shook a little. I coughed again, that lump in my throat growing stronger. “This was my fault. You shouldn’t be-”

With movements slow and jerky, Fiona grabbed onto the stalk growing from his throat and ripped, ripping out several inches of the plant, still so much more down her throat. My face was sprayed with her blood, and I stared at her eyes.

“Breathed in… the spores… run,” She hissed before ripping the rest of the plant out, taking her tongue with it. With that, she flopped to the ground lifeless.

I got up. And I ran, ran away until I was far away from that fucking cave. But I think it’s already too late for me.  

That lump in my throat isn’t going away.

[whothe-hell-ismary]

Half Love/Half Regret

Steve probably shouldn’t find it as funny as he does. He’s surrounded by his friends, his family, who care about him enough that they staged this shindig. Spurred on by Eddie, of all people. They just want him to get clean, healthy, stop self-destructing. He just can’t stop laughing. 

He can’t remember the last time he laughed this hard. He’s curled in on himself, almost falling off the sofa as his body heaves. Robin has wrenched her hand out of his and is standing now, glaring at him through the tears in her eyes, but he still can’t stop. He can feel Eddie on his other side, can just imagine the way he’s looking at him, how everyone is looking at him. 

It’s touching, really. Everyone is here. The Party, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie all surrounding him in his living room. He didn’t know what was happening at first, thought he’d really lost his mind and had forgotten it was his birthday or some shit. 

They’d gingerly herded him to the sofa, watching him with their sad eyes as they sat in a circle around him. Then the stories started. Dustin had been the first to go, told him how much he loved having him as a big brother and he couldn’t imagine facing the rest of his teenage years without him. Lucas followed, spouting off some weird basketball anecdotes, then the rest of the kids. By the time they got to Nancy, Steve realized what was going on. This was an intervention. 

Eddie had ratted him out. What an ass.

Steve had been able to hold it together through Nancy and Jonathan’s speeches, but when it got to Robin and she immediately started sobbing, he just couldn’t keep it up anymore. One look in her tear-filled eyes and Steve lost it. 

He’s not sure how long it’s been. He’s on the floor now, gasping for breath as his laughter finally starts to subside. He takes his time sitting up and reorienting himself. He looks around, sees the disappointed eyes watching him. He knows they think he’s really lost his shit now, Nancy’s probably already sent some secret signal to have the local psych hospital come pick him up. 

“Guys, I appreciate all this, really, but I don’t need an intervention.” Steve sighs, rubbing a hand over his face to hide his grin. Eddie snorts above his shoulder.

“Steve, look, I… I’m sorry I told them, but I had to, man. If you keep on like this, it’s gonna kill you.” Eddie has the decency to look a little guilty, at least.

“Keep on like what, man?” Steve shakes his head, watches as Dustin throws his hands up in the air in disbelief.

“Steve.” Eddie deadpans, turning so he’s fully facing him and staring him right in the eyes. “I know you’re a little fucked up after everything with the Upside Down, after…Vecna. We all are. But, dude, you’ve literally been buying drugs from me multiple times a week. For months.”

Steve sighs again, opens his mouth to respond but Eddie’s not done.

“I wasn’t worried when it was just weed. But… shit Steve. That other shit is literally going to kill you. I was just going to refuse to sell you anymore but I figured you’d just go get it somewhere else ,and that’d be even worse. I didn’t know what else to do other than this.”

Robin sits down next to him on the floor, grabs his hand again. Steve can feel her shaking and feels awful. What a clusterfuck he’s gotten himself into.

“Steve. I love you. We love you. So much. You know we’re here for you, and you know we know what you’re going through. Please don’t do this to yourself, just let us help.” She’s crying again, and Steve’s had enough.

He gently removes his hand from hers and stands up, glancing around the room again.

“Look, just… just wait here one second, okay?” He heads for the stairs, hears someone following behind him, knows they no longer trust him to be alone. He knows it’s Eddie without looking. He knows the way the air shifts around Eddie’s body at this point… knows what his footsteps sound like, knows how his jeans swish as he moves, can feel the nervous, anxious energy radiating off of him like always. 

“You gonna wipe my ass for me too, Munson?” Steve asks over his shoulder, taking the steps two at a time. He hears Eddie sigh but doesn’t get a response.

Steve turns into his bedroom and heads straight for his closet, reaching into the back corner and pulling out his old backpack. He throws it onto the bed and leans back against the wall, crossing his arms as he glares at Eddie.

“Go on. Open it.” 

Eddie’s clearly confused, but steps over to the bed, unzipping the backpack and peering inside.

“Steve, what the actual fuck?” 

Steve starts laughing again, doesn’t answer and instead grabs the backpack and heads back downstairs, Eddie hot on his heels. He gets to the living room and dumps the contents in the middle of the floor, in view of everyone.

6 months worth of weed, Special K, and a few other special goodies lie on the floor, untouched. All eyes are on him.

“Steve, again I ask… What. The. Actual. Fuck.” Eddie’s the one with his arms crossed now, so many emotions running across his face that Steve can’t tell if he’s relieved, angry, or just really confused. Probably all three, really.

“I’m not doing drugs, guys. Yeah, I… I bought them. But I’ve never taken any of it. Other than the weed every once in a while when the headaches get really bad or something.” 

“Then why the hell did you buy all of this from me?” 

“Please don’t make me answer that.” Steve groans. He suddenly doesn’t think it’s funny anymore, realizes he’s actually backed himself into a corner here and it’s about to turn into a whole other kind of intervention. 

“Uh, you kinda have to, man. You have literally given me thousands of dollars for drugs you had no intention of using. Why on earth would you do that?”

Steve’s frozen. A real deer in headlights. He can’t think of a single good excuse other than the truth, and he’s not about to blurt that shit out in front of all these…

“Because he’s in love with you,” Max blurts from her spot in the recliner, smirking like she’s just found the cure for cancer but isn’t going to share it for less than a billion dollars. Steve hates her.. Wants to murder her. Like, yesterday. He’s never driving her anywhere again, definitely. The scales of favoritism have tipped back towards Dustin. Fuck, even Mike is above her at this point.

Steve hears soft, uncomfortable laughter from a few corners of the rooms, but he can’t take his eyes off Eddie. Eddie, who’s still just staring at him, eyes narrowing but not in an entirely unpleasant way?

“Steve?” His voice is soft, hesitant. Steve’s done for. He might as well spill the beans. He had his crisis silently and privately months ago, he knows everyone in this room loves and supports him no matter what, Max already fucking spilled the beans for him, the little narc.

“Yeah…yeah because I’m in love with you. Or something,” Steve mutters, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie as he starts rambling. “I think I realized when I thought I lost you, ya know, to Vecna. And I just… I just wanted to be around you all the time, I think? No, I know. I did. I still do. And I knew you wouldn’t want to just hang out, like why the fuck would you want to hang out with me? So, I figured I’d just be a paying customer and you’d have to spend time with me and then we could be friends and hang out for real and then… shit, it just spiraled, man. I’m so sorry.” 

Eddie takes a step towards him but Steve stumbles backward, hitting the patio door as he tries to keep space between them. 

“You can have the drugs back, too. I don’t want the money back! I don’t need it, you need it more than me. But… I mean I’m not going to do the drugs so you might as well re-sell them or something, whatever you want, I-”

“Steve, please shut up.” Eddie’s in his space now anyway. Steve is trapped against the door and Eddie is close, closer than he should be, why is he so close? 

“I love you too, you fucking idiot.” Eddie’s eyes are twinkling, his smile taking over his face, and all Steve can do is stare.

“You…what?” 

“I. Love. You. Too.” Eddie leans forward, presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth after each word. “And you’re a fucking idiot, can’t forget that part. Why the hell did you ever think I wouldn’t want to hang out with you? I’ve been ass over tits for you since you brought me YooHoo in that boathouse, babe.” 

Steve’s laughing again, and this time those beautiful butterflies in his stomach accompany the laughter. 

Eddie’s hand cups his jaw as he rests their foreheads together. “How about we start spending some quality time together without the business transactions, yeah?”  “Yeah. Yeah I’d really like that, Eds.” Steve brings their lips together and as he hears the cheers and fake gagging erupt around them, he thinks what a beautiful clusterfuck he’s gotten himself into, indeed.

[callmemana]

To Have & To Hold

I saw this post and I immediately had a thought of a lil story! I know that in the tags it originally said ‘icemav’ but whenever I see ‘Slider’ or ‘Iceman’ I think of these amazing women! I hope you enjoy!

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Rogers (OC) @mrsjaderogers

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky (OC) @dragon-kazansky

It was a beautiful wedding, Dragon really out did herself for this celebration. The colors complemented each other and showed so much of both the couple’s personality. As the best friends of the bride and groom, Whiskey & Slider were in the wedding party.

Whiskey wore a purple bridesmaid dress, tight to the skin in all the right places and a slit starting at her right hip, hair up on her head and cascades down her back like a waterfall, curls delicately touching her shoulders.

Slider wore a black tux with a white undershirt, a boutonnière with a purple rose accompanied with small white flowers attached to his jacket on his left breast, black dress shoes shining in the sun on this wonderful San Diego day. He wouldn’t be Slider nor would Ice be himself without their aviator sunglasses.

As Whiskey helped Dragon get ready for her big day, the two women took shots and danced around to loud music. Laughter could be heard from the back room and the guests wondered what was the cause of it.

“You know, today might be a lucky day for Slider and you too,” giggled Dragon as she downed another shot. “Not possible! We wouldn’t do anything to take the spot light from you and Ice today! You guys deserve it for once, it can’t always be you and me gaining the attention from everyone all the time!”

Dragon rolled her eyes, “It’s always gonna be us babe, you and me against the world!” “True. They can try to break up the Chaos Crew, but it won’t work.” Whiskey said as she hugs Dragon. “Very, very true. Nothing can stop us.”

As they finished Dragon’s hair and makeup, they had one more hug before exiting the room and making their way to the doors to the alter. “This will be the last moments of you being Rachael Hunter.” Dragon wore a beautiful off the shoulder lace dress, tight in the bust, but flowed beautifully to the floor.

Her hair was curled and half up half down, with purple and white flowers braided loosely in between the three parts. Her makeup was just enough to highlight her natural beauty and show off her eyes.

“I know, I’m excited and nervous at the same time! But I’m mostly buzzed!” Whiskey huffed a laugh out at that. “You have no reason to be, you and Ice were meant to be together! I could tell the first day you met, you were each other’s forevers.”

“Jade, don’t make me cry! I’ll ruin all of our hard work!” “Oh please, you barely needed any makeup! You’re beautiful Rach! Now, dry those eyes, and get ready to face your husband!”

As soon as the doors opened and Tom saw Rachael, tears trailed down his face at her. She took the breath away from his lungs, she was perfect, inside and out. He couldn’t wait to finally call her his wife, Mrs. Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky.

He knew by the smirks his friends were throwing his way, they would give him shit for crying later, but he didn’t care. Not with her in his eye-line. He felt someone knock his shoulders softly and looked over to see Slider, smiling at him, almost giddily.

The ceremony was filled with laughter as Hollywood and Wolfman threw the flowers as the ‘flower girls,’ and made it a show, and tears at the beautiful and deep words that the couple used to describe their love for each other. No one had any doubt that these two individuals would be together til death do them part.

At the reception, the wedding party made a grand entrance, as they do. It wouldn’t be a party without them causing trouble. Speeches were said, stories told, and cake smashed into each other’s faces, Rachael and Tom couldn’t have asked for a better day. As the sun began to set and the guests wind down with food and alcohol in their bellies, it was time for the Bride to throw the bouquet. Ladies from all around the room ran to the dance floor and hugged each other and jumped as they screamed excitedly.

Whiskey got up and jokingly nudged Ron too, as the couple made their way to the grouping, Whiskey and Slider stopped in the middle. Ron lightly pushes Jade as Dragon counted to three before granny tossing the bundle of flowers over her head with a smile.

The flowers went over the first row of ladies, before making it to the place were the couple were standing at. Whiskey made to jump, before realizing her currently footwear and decided not to. Ron had his arms out and hands opened to humor Whiskey as she watched him and giggled at his antics. When he felt a small amount of weight land in his hands, he looked at Jade with his eyes wide and mouth in the shape of an ‘O’.

Whiskey let out a full belly laugh at his face and as he lifts his arms up to celebrate his win, he accidentally hits another guest in the face with the flowers. She had to put a hand over her mouth to stop the laughter from coming out and catching the attention of the others in the room.

Dragon came into the group and with a smirk, “Oh my god Ron! You caught the bouquet, you know what that means! Ron and Jade are next!” “Haha, Rachael. I know you did that on purpose.” “You can’t prove that, it was chance. I didn’t even look!” Dragon replied, hand over her heart as if offended.

“But I know you, and I know that you have a devious little plan in that head of yours.” Ron wiggled his pointer finger at her accusingly,“you’re half of the Chaos Crew, your always up to something.”

“Whatever, the court of law says that your innocent until proven guilty. Do you have any evidence, Mr. Kerner?” Ron huffs, “No, I don’t defendant.” “Then as the judge of this courtroom, as it is my wedding, I hear by say that Mrs. Rachael Dragon Kazansky is found not guilty and now exempted from all wrong doing.” “Fat chance for all of the wrong doing you and my fiancée get into.”

Ron made his way back to Jade and gave her a sweet kiss before sitting back down and playing with her hand. As the night finally came to an end, the couples said their goodbyes as the newly weds would be gone for a month on their honeymoon.

“You know I love you right?” Jade rolled her eyes jokingly, “Of course I do Babe. You wouldn’t have caught the bouquet if you didn’t wanna get married so soon.” “Rachael threw it at me, I’m telling you!” “Ah, don’t blame the Bride Ron. You were pushing me out of the way.” “As a joke!” “Don’t fool yourself, you wanted it wayyyyyyy more than anyone else.” “I only got up for you!” “You hit a woman in the face with the flowers!”

“On accident! Jade, seriously, I don’t believe in the rules of catching that stupid bouquet of flowers. We’ve set our date, and when we finally do say our “I Do’s” just know that it came at the best of time or us. We don’t need to rush our wedding to show our love for each other because of flowers tossed over the Bride’s head on her day. Focus on ours, because I can guarantee, ours will be so much better.”

“I love you too by the way, but if you ever accuse my best friend of something she 100% did again, I’ll have to hurt you.” She kissed him lovingly, before they got into his car and drove home.

Forever 🏷️ list: @mrsjaderogers @dragon-kazansky @bayisdying @gracespicybradshaw

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[luveline]

maybe one where steve or eddie are rough-housing with the reader and reader accidentally gets hurt during it so they immediately go all doctor mode, fix their wound if they have one, and comfort them after ❤️

Steve almost breaks your nose and is a loving dork!

1.3k words gn!reader tw blood / nosebleed

Steve is easily conquered. 

You take one look at him where he's bent over his clean laundry and know you can likely overpower him. And what use is being somebody's significant other if you can't wrestle? You creep up behind his unsuspecting figure as quietly as you can manage, watching the muscles and planes of his shoulder blades move under his shirt for a greedy moment, and then pounce. 

You throw your arms over his front and say, "Boo." You barely raise your voice but Steve is startled anyways by your sudden appearance, standing up tall as you give your weak approximation of a battle cry. 

Once he's overcome his fright he grabs your hands where they hang over his chest and turns his head to face you. He's laughing, a warm and chesty laugh that you love. It also has the power to make you nervous. 

"You creeper," he says mock-scathingly.

Your feet leave the floor as he bends forward again, attempting to dislodge you by tipping his body sideways. You start to giggle, arms crossing in front of his throat in efforts to hang on. 

"Oh, is this how it is?" he asks. 

"This is exactly how it is!" you declare. 

Steve throws the both of you towards his bed and you finally dislodge, landing on his mattress with an 'oomf'. Steve, grinning like a maniac, brown eyes flared with smugness, jumps on top of you, knocking the air from your lungs. 

You start to screech as his fingers find your sides. 

"Do you surrender?" 

"What? No!" 

He tickles harder, his short nails scratching over your skin. Peels of laughter bubble up and spill out, very loud and twice as unattractive. Steve must not think so; the mirth on his face only multiplies, his fingers sliding up into the dip of your armpits. 

"Steve! Don't! Get off of me!" 

"I thought you wanted to fight!" 

"No," you plead, laughing breathlessly as he stops. 

His pause is all you need, throwing your chest into his chest, knocking him down so his side is to the mattress as you climb on top of him, thighs spread over his abdomen. His shirt has ridden up and exposed his midriff, his dark, fine snail trail. 

"Don't stare," he says mildly, hands reaching for you. You take his wrists into your hands, which is an entirely new war, a battle of who's stronger.

The answer isn't you – as soon as you've pinned his wrists above his head he's flipping the both of you over, making your wrist pin entirely useless. 

"Steve," you say. Whine, maybe. Not that you would admit it, but being bested sucks. 

"What?" he asks, your faces very, very close.

"You cheated." 

"I didn't cheat, I'm just stronger." 

"You're stronger? That is so sexist, Harrington-"

"I'm not sexist, idiot-"

"Who are you calling an idiot, idiot?" 

"You!" Steve cries.

You scowl at him and go to push up as he goes to lean down, maybe for a pretend angry kiss that you like so much. It's a completely mistimed manoeuvre and your noses smash into each other with an unfortunate sound like wet stone and a worse feeling. 

You drop your head back into the sheets and Steve springs away, the two of you twins: a pained expression, a hand pressed to your nose. 

"Fuck," Steve says. "Fuck, that hurt. Ouch."

You go to reply but find yourself horrified by the warmth pooling under your hand. You sit up and Steve is quick to climb off of you. 

"Sorry, baby. Shit. That hurt so- Are you bleeding?" 

You pull the soft part of your hand where your fingers begin away from your nostril. It's a mistake. Hot blood drips down the curve of your lips and you slap your hand back to stem the flow. 

"Shit," Steve says again. 

"Eloquent," you say, though it comes out funny. 

He springs off of the bed and hurries to the bathroom. You'd find it endearing how quickly he made to get you tissue paper if you weren't in pain and bleeding badly. 

Steve returns and takes your wrist into his hand, pulling it away from your face to replace it with his own. White tissue quickly becomes red. 

You watch him as he does. He's suddenly serious, eyes pinched with worry and shapely brows creased as he holds the tissue steadfast to your face, like any slight movement could be fatal. 

He pulls it back periodically to check how fast it's going. Rogue tears crest your cheeks, reactive rather than upset. The face is a delicate system of sinuses and ducts. It's no surprise that you're crying. 

Still, Steve takes it for upset. He pouts at you sincerely and takes your bloody hand into his, massaging your fingers until they're warm. "Don't cry, Y/N, it's okay. It's okay."

You blink rapidly. Maybe the tears are a little bit upset, especially when he's taking care of you so nicely. 

"I'm okay," you say. 

He smiles fondly. "You're good." 

He pulls the tissue from your face, pleased when there's no more bleeding to be seen. "You have a clot," he says, relieved.

"It's done?" 

"It's done." 

You let yourself be pulled into the bathroom where he flushes the bloody tissue and quickly guides you to stand by the sink, wetting tissue to dab at your face. He's achingly careful. 

"There you go," he murmurs. "You almost look good as new." 

He presses his pinky finger to your nose, the rest of his fingers covered in blood. 

"Does that hurt?" he asks. 

"A bit," you confess. 

He drops his hand and the two of you turn to the sink basin. 

"It's gonna bruise," Steve says regretfully. "But it's not broken." 

He runs the warm faucet and squirts soap in your hands. You've never had somebody wash your hands for you. It's surprisingly nice. You feel buffeted by affection as his fingers work between yours, pink-orange foam running down the drain. Your nose barely hurts. 

He pats your hands dry and then frowns deeply. 

"I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to," he says. 

His concern melts you. "Stevie," you say, lightly chiding. "It was my fault." 

"It was not," he says. 

"It was! I started it." 

"And I almost broke your nose," he says, eyes on your hurting bridge. 

"Does it look bruised?" you ask. 

He shakes his head. "It's still perfect, babe." 

You step into his circle of space. Familiar, he presses a still damp hand to the curve of your neck. "Does it hurt badly? I can get you an ice pack."

"Would you?" you ask. 

He squeezes your neck. "Sure I will."

Steve moves to leave and you make a small sound to hold his attention. "Actually, can I ask for something first?" 

"Anything you want," he says, nodding. He really is pretty.

You try not to sound like a wounded victim but you're feeling sorry for yourself when you ask, "A kiss?" 

He grins, almost smirks as he meanders into your arms, bracing his hands at the nape of your neck. His kiss is cautious, a tiny press of the lips that you chase. He rewards your tenacity with a firmer, sweeter kiss the second time around, trailing from the centre of your mouth to the corner, then your cheek, the well of your eye. 

He avoids your nose. You're glad for it, though you miss his tip-of-the nose kisses. 

"How's your nose?" you ask when he pulls away, suddenly remembering that you'd mashed skulls, and were not the only involved party. 

"It kind of stings, to be honest," he admits, rubbing his face roughly.

You lean up and plant the hint of a kiss to the tip of his nose. "How's that, handsome?" 

"Feels better already," he says, winking. You giggle. 

[sweetheart-satoru]

lego set

he's glad he can live his childhood through your hobbies

author's note: i rewrote everything cuz this sucks 😋 also reader is around the same age as denji so we are in fact no hi*eno #2

denji wished he met you earlier.

he wasted his first kiss on himeno, who not only made his first kiss experience terrible but also vomited in his mouth to make it worse. whenever he thinks back to that moment, his mouth goes dry and he thinks he might cry.

he thinks he might die of humiliation when remembering her vomit's chunky, gross taste. "bleugh!" he groans to himself, and aki turns to look at him confused. "what's wrong?" aki was in the middle of discussing something with someone that denji didn't bother to learn their name.

"nothing, i'm gonna go get water!" he excuses himself and power jumps on his back, "ooh! ooh! let me come! ponytail boy is boring." she sticks her tongue out, which aki ignores. "no, you're both in trouble. power, you need to stay. denji, hurry up." he replies, which makes power frown. "see, boring." but she just walks away and sits in a chair.

denji leaves the room, quickly shutting the door and holding his stomach. he feels like he might throw up. as he walks up to a water fountain, he bumps into a girl holding a bunch of papers in her arms.

"oh, sorry. wasn't watching where i was going." you say, bending down to pick them up. denji can barely form a word, and he thinks you're one of the prettiest people he's ever seen.

"oh- uh," he's not good with words so he just shuts up, bends down and helps you pick it up. "sorry, i also wasn't watching where i was going." he blurts out, scratching his head.

you just chuckle and reassure him that it's fine.

that's how you two first met.

over time, you and denji (and power), have gotten much closer. he comes over to hang out during the weekends or when you're back from school.

today, you're just chilling in your room watching an old show while you finished a new lego piece that you saved enough money to buy. (why the fuck is lego so expensive bro i just wanna build)

power got in trouble again so she is not here as denji knocks on your door. "coming!" you call, pausing your show and putting down whatever part from the lego you had in your hands down.

when you open the door you smile widely when you see a certain blond-haired boy in front of you. "oh, hey denji. wanna come in?" you ask, opening the door slightly more for him to enter. "yeah.. thank you.." he says, looking a bit flustered.

and over time he learned to be more neat and clean when coming over. he never listened to aki when he told him to put his shoes away nicely, so when he first stepped foot into your house and saw all the shoes neatly lined up, he couldn't help but want to please you and do the same.

you lead him to your room, which every time he steps into, he feels nervous. he fidgets with his fingers, not paying attention to where he is going and almost falls down.

"holy shit!" you cuss, trying to muffle your laughter. "are you okay, denji?" you help him back up on his feet, and you watch his face get red. "yeah.. i'm okay." he yells at himself to get his shit together in his head.

holy shit i just embarrassed myself like crazy!! he imagines power laughing in his face.

"here," you let him sit in the chair where your lego was near, "i'll get you ice." quickly, you rush downstairs and come back with and ice pack. when you hand it to him he mumbles a quiet, "thanks." and puts the ice on his little injury.

he turns the chair around to face the table in front of it, "hm? what's this?" he points to the lego. you tilt your head, "that's my new lego set! i jus' bought it!" you exclaim joyfully.

"woahh.." he looks at it closer, "what does that mean?" he asks, confused. "hm? have you never had lego before?" you ask him, "well i mean, i was basically homeless my entire life, and was on the verge of death like every other day trying to make money.. so, yeah.. never had one before." he shrugs, as if what he said literally wasn't crazy.

you cough awkwardly, "oh.." he just nods, still paying attention to the lego set, trying to understand what it is, "well, want me to show you?" you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

"yeah!" he exclaims, "okay, stand up," you shoo him out of your chair, "see this?" you show him the instruction book, "you need to follow what they're saying. so this page is where i'm on right now, you basically need to look for the pieces the page is telling you, and put them where the picture in the page has them. like this, see?" you show him.

he nods slowly, "can i try the next page?" he asks quietly, looking up at you. grinning down at him, you get up, "sure. here, try it."

author's note: bye i hated how i wrote the first one so here's this :,) but i still have the other version saved even though it's literal dog shit

[mindflayerhargrove]

Cry About it

Toxic!Billy Hargrove x toxic! Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence/physical abuse, toxic relationship, injuries mentioned, angst, not-so-happy ending, sad reader, sad Billy, please let me know if I missed any, it’s my first fic!!

Summary: Kind of was inspired by Love the Way You Lie by Eminem (ft. Rihanna). But I also added a line from Happier than Ever by Billie Eilish too, because it made sense.

Authors note: YALL, I’m scared. I’m terrified. I wrote this so sporadically throughout the day, I don’t even know how it is because I know if I read it, I’ll change my mind. So, I’m take a chance and posting this now. I kind of based this off a song, but it’s how I envisioned a relationship with Billy Hargrove would be like, just because the SOB would be toxic. But I’m nervous and scared and didn’t quite proofread so I’m so sorry if it’s shit. But anyways, hope y’all at least find it decent!!

Ps: also the formatting is shit because I don’t own a laptop and wrote this on the google docs app, just to paste it here 🤗.

Your wobbly legs bring you up the steps into the Hargrove residence. You fumble with the keys, your hands shaky as you jam the correct one and unlock the door. Without much of a second glance behind you, you slam the door, only for it to be caught by Billy’s hand.

“The fuck you trying to slam doors for?” He shouts. He was already starting this shit. Not even five minutes of entering his house and he was starting his bullshit.

“Cry about it.” You snapped back.

You stomp over to the room on the left side of the hallway and swing the door open. His heavy footsteps trailed behind you, and before you could attempt to shut the door again, he stopped it with his boot cladded foot.

“Dont fucking walk away from me. What’s your fucking problem?” He flails his arms out, letting them fall back to his side with a dramatic ‘thud’.

You kept your back turned to him, arms crossed over your heaving chest. You shut your eyes for a moment as if to calm yourself down in some way, but you don’t answer him. He knew very well what your ‘problem’ was - it was a trick question, really.

“Huh? Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n,” he stares at the back of your head, and when he doesn’t get a response, he felt anger bubble in the depths of his core, “I said fucking look at me!” He shouted suddenly, making you jump.

You didn’t understand how things escalated within such a small amount of time between the two of you, but it seemingly always did. You invited him to be your plus one at someone’s house party. The night was going well, you two were having a blast. That was until he saw you chatting up the town’s freak, Eddie Munson, near the house’s back entrance. Billy saw red. In his eyes, you had been flirting with the metalhead; the way you nudged his shoulder playfully or how your head threw back in a fit of laughter at one of his stupid ass jokes. Everything happened so quickly as he approached the two of you, threatening to throw punches if the little shit didn’t scram.

It wasn’t a secret your relationship with him was..complicated. You lost count on how many public arguments and screaming matches you both got into at school. Everyone who was rooting for the two of you changed their minds rather quickly. You were y/n l/n, the girl who finally tamed Billy Hargrove. Little did they know.

You whipped around, now facing a red-faced Billy. “You’re kidding, right? You can’t be that dense Hargrove, come on.” You let out a dry laugh, giving him a look that only fueled his anger more.

“You’re really going to sit there and act like you didn’t just embarrass me in front of my friend? In front of all of Hawkins High!” You held your arms out and they too fell to your sides.

He scoffed. “Embarrass you? How do you think I felt, when..when my fucking girlfriend was all over some other prick, huh? How do you think that made me feel, y/n? You made me look like a fucking cuck in front of everyone.” He dragged his hand along his chin as if in disbelief.

“You know what I think, y/n, ” He began, taking a few steps toward you, “I think you like doing this to me. You like hurting me, don’t you?” He was closer to you now. You take an instinctive step back, your neck craning to meet his burning gaze. His eyes were red from the alcohol he consumed earlier that night.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You whispered. He chuckled darkly.

“And you’re a fucking slut.”

Your eyes widened at his statement. It came out from his lips with no remorse, with such ease. Did he really think that lowly of you? The same person who stood by him all this time, despite the constant degrading and making you feel as though you were inferior. The same girl who welcomed him to her home with open arms whenever his dad gave him another black eye or the stress of his own home was getting too much. You offered him an escape for a little while, protected him with everything you had as you held him close when he needed to muffle his sobs from the outside world. This is what your boyfriend really felt about you?

Without thinking, you raised your hand and went to connect it to his face, but in your inebriated state your movements were slower. Apparently it wasn’t the same to him. You caught your wrist in his hand and squeezed it tightly, inching closer to you so you walked back, consequently cornering yourself between the wall and himself. A whimper traps in your throat as you desperately try to pry your wrist from his iron grasp.

“B-billy..y-you’re hurting me..” your voice was hoarse,barely above an octave, hinting at the small amount of fear in the pit of your stomach.

“Billy, Billy,” he mocked, his words laced with venom, “stop your fucking whining. This is what you wanted, right? To piss me off, hm?”

You can’t remember a time you’ve seen him this angry. It almost scared you. No matter how bad your arguments were or how much you’ve managed to frustrate him, he’s never laid a finger on you. Ever. You found yourself cowering, lowering yourself as his face inched closer. He yanked you up to your feet, his free hand coming to grab ahold of your jaw and force you to look at him. Another whimper escaped your parted lips.

“What’s wrong? You were talking so much shit on the way here, now you have nothing to say?”

You turned your head. You were shaking now. This wasn’t Billy. This wasn’t the same man you fell head over heels for. The same man who held you close during your darkest hours; the same man who promised you that he would take you awake from Hawkins once you both graduated. Something that you once looked forward to, but now the idea terrified you.

“Look at me y/n,” He hummed in a dangerous tune, “I said fucking look at me.” He snapped your head towards his direction, making you gasp.

You felt your chest tightening with the little space you had. The walls were closing in on you and there was no escape. With tears streaming down your face you placed your hands on his chest and gave a push.

“Get off of me.” You croaked. When he wouldn’t budge, you gave another push, making him stumble slightly, but to no avail, he didn’t move another muscle. Your gaze met his for a mere second and was met with a smug look on his face. This prick was enjoying this.

“I said fucking get off of me Billy.” You moaned, warning him a final time.

“Or what, gonna cry some more? Gonna call me more names?” He gave you a fake pout, his head lowering to make you look him in the eyes.

You’ve gone feral now, shoving at his chest with all your might, sobs finally coming forth with the built up frustrations and hurt from tonight. From the day before, from weeks prior. He placed both hands on the wall to enclose you as you now used your shoulder to run into his body, only to be met with a pathetic “thump”.

“Calm down,” he warned, his tone rising in his own frustration, but it didn’t stop you from fighting for your free space, “Jesus fucking Christ calm down!”

His hand grabbed a hold of your jaw once more, pinning you against the wall behind you. The sudden movement made your head fly back towards the barrier behind you. You let out a muffled cry. Your eyes brimmed with more tears as the dull ache at the back of your head began to turn into a throb. You closed your eyes and shook your head mumbling out words even you couldn’t quite make out through your sobs. Billy couldn’t do anything but stare at your face. For a moment his hardened features softened. He felt his own eyes sting with tears.

This isn’t what he wanted. In hindsight, he knew he had been the source of all his problems; his possessiveness and inability to trust you fully tugged at something inside of him that made him react in ways he didn’t quite understand himself. Even through it all, you stayed by his side. He never questioned it, but he never understood how someone could be so willing to stay with him. So patient with him and open to calming him down whenever hell broke loose.

But this,

This was his lowest. No matter how angry you’ve gotten him, he never thought to have you crying while he put his hands on you. It didn’t settle in the damage he caused until he saw you press your head against the wall to gain some momentary relief from the pain aching in your skull.

“Fuck..fuck!” He pushed himself off of you and began paced across his bedroom. His fingers ran through his hair and tugged. Anxiety and frustration still sat heavy on his chest.

You allowed yourself to slide onto the carpeted floor, knees brought to your chest. You hugged your legs to yourself and rested your head on your kneecaps. You couldn’t look at him - not like this. The room remained quiet except for the occasional mutterings that came from him.

His eyes fell on you and your small frame. If heartbreak could kill, he’d drop dead upon looking at you. The man rushed to your side, kneeling in front of you carefully, as if you’d break if he’d touch you. And maybe you would. From the quiet sobs and shaking, you were no more fragile than a porcelain doll.

“Baby..baby..” he whispered urgently to you. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, rubbing small circles in a soothing manner.

Under his touch you tense up. You shrugged him off and pushed yourself up to your feet. Billy watched you grab the stuff you had thrown on the floor upon your arrival, scurrying to throw them back in your purse.

“Baby, what are you..what..hey, hey,” he rushed up to you once more, trying to grab ahold of your arm but you yanked it from his gentle grasp.

“Don’t! Don’t..just..don’t.” You put your hand up to him and shook your head.

“Y/n, please, just listen..look, I’m sorry. Okay? I didn’t mean to..I just..I got so upset and I didn’t see,”

“Didn’t see what, Billy, huh? How you put your hands on me? Made me feel small for the..,” you pretended to count in your head, “hundredth time? What didn’t you see exactly?” You stared at him blankly, waiting for some kind of explanation that you knew you weren’t going to get.

“I just..I..,” he sputtered out with desperation, “I saw you with him and..and I just..y/n. I’m sorry..I really am. It won’t happen again, baby, please just don’t..” he found himself blocking his doorway.

“Billy..we can’t keep doing this. This,” you gestured towards the both of you, “isn’t healthy. We’re not healthy.”

Tears stung his eyes as his lower lip began to tremble. If there was one thing that made sense in this hick town it was you. You kept him sane but drove him off the deep end all in one. You were his sanctuary, his home, but could make him feel so unwanted and needy at the same time. But he wouldn’t have it any other way; it’s what he wanted, what he was comfortable with. The idea of losing you was a risk he didn’t want to take. He was never good at letting go, after all.

“Sweetheart, don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that,” he took your hands and held them close to his chest. He peppered your knuckles and fingertips with soft kisses, just how he knew you liked, “I need you, baby. I can’t do this alone without you.”

Now it was your turn to hold back your tears. Your bottom lip trembled as you stared down at him. Your heart would have fluttered at the sight, but it just brought more sadness to your aching chest. You gently removed your hands from him and shook your head.

“I’m not good for you. I’m not, okay? It isn’t just you Billy..I..” you sighed and turned your heel.

“Not good for me?” He asked incredulously. It didn’t register with him how you could even think that. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You scoff and roll your eyes.

“No..I mean it,” he sits at the edge of his bed, pulling you to him to sit beside him. “,I can’t imagine anyone else who can relate to me in any way..make me feel something other than lonely or..or..worthless..I just can’t..”

You looked at him, a bit taken back, but angry by his choice of words. Relate to you, you thought. The anger earlier from tonight finally surfaced again. You stood up and towered over him. A shaky finger pointing at your chest.

“Relate to you? Relate to you? No, I don’t relate to you at all,” you arms added emphasis to your words, “because I would never treat me this shitty, Billy Hargrove.”

He looked up at you with wide eyes. He was too stunned to speak. You picked up your bags in a hurry and turned your heels. With your hand on the doorknob, a glance over your shoulder you shake your head.

Part of you felt you were making a huge mistake leaving him. There was a pang of guilt. There was a fear of what lay dead ahead. The end of Y/n l/n and Billy Hargrove. A scary ending indeed but one that couldn’t have felt more..freeing to you.

“Goodbye, Billy..”

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Somebody to You by the Banners

Final Part of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova

Summary: After a month of being apart, you and Yelena finally talk. Will this talk bring you back together or further part?

Warning: jealousy, fluff, Yelena experiences gay panic,

Word count: 3.8k

“Alright,” You whispered. “Let’s talk.” Yelena prided herself to be someone that didn’t get nervous. She looked death in the face and beat it. She had her life altered by a man who saw himself as God and she walked away from him alive. She grieved the death of her sister and rejoiced when she came back. But staring into your eyes under the low light of the alley with snowflakes slowly falling down, Yelena was nervous.

Beautiful, Yelena thought. You giggled. Wait, did she say that out loud? Yelena’s eyes widened. “Well I appreciate the compliment but I don't think that we are here to talk about my appearance.” She felt her cheeks heat up. You laughed, throwing your head back and it was the best sound Yelena’s heard.

“I’m mad at you.” Yelena pouted, with no real malice. It was easy to go back into this joking banter with you. Once your laughter died down, you looked back at Yelena with a smile.

“That’s a shame,” You said. “Because I don’t hate you.” Such a simple statement but it casted away any doubt and fear Yelena was having. “Do you want to try this whole talking thing again?” Yelena had lost the ability to speak. You were so close to her. The cold winter air didn’t bother her because your abnormal high body temperature kept her warm. She nodded. “Alright,” You said. “Let’s talk.” You repeated. Talk. There was so much Yelena wanted to say. She’s been practicing for a week - everything she needed to apologize for. But standing so close to you, the only thought in her mind was how much she wanted to kiss you.

“Yelena,” You said. “It’s just us. Do you want me to go first?” Yelena shook her head. “Okay, just tell me what’s going on in your head.” She was brought back to that night. ‘I want to know what’s going on in your head.’ That is what you said to her.

“I uh I-shit.” You smiled. Gods, she really wanted to kiss you. “I’m thinking about how much I want to kiss you.” Your eyes got wide. “But before that happens, if you let me.” She added quickly. “I need to apologize.” Yelena let out a shaky breath. “I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry how I ended things. I’m sorry I knew something was wrong and I didn’t say anything.” She was word vomiting so she stopped and tried to clear her throat, it was very dry. “You are right, you aren’t me.” She watched the realization wash over your face. “And I don’t want you to be me. I want you to be you because you are light, happiness, and love.” Her throat began to burn as she kept her tears at bay. “It was wrong for me to tell you to move on. I’m sorry.”

*

You knew you were crying - smiling but crying as Yelena spoke. As she said her piece weight lifted off your shoulders. “I’m sorry too. It wasn’t just on you that our relationship erupted into flames like it did. I should have talked to you. When you were going to find help, that man said some stuff to me.” Yelena frowned, taking your other hand.

“What did he say to you?” She asked. You didn’t answer right away, looking down at your connected hands.

“He told me that I was the reason we were caught. That I made you weak. He also said that my own father didn’t want me. He asked when you were going to leave me because I’m nothing.”      

“Oh dorogy,” She dropped your hands and cradled your face with her hands, whipping away your tears. “That monster was wrong. You are not my weakness but my strength. You mean everything to me. Do you understand?” You nodded. “I don’t wanna die or fade away. I don’t wanna dive and disappear without a trace. I just wanna be someone.” You chuckled.

“Well, doesn’t everyone?” You asked.

“I wanna be somebody to someone. I never had nobody and no road home.” She confessed. It broke your heart Yelena believed she had nobody in her corner, that nobody cared about her. You understood though. You covered her hands with yours.

“Yelena, kiss me.” It took a minute for your request to register for the woman in front of you.

“Are you sure?” She asked. “I know I said I want to, but if you aren’t ready then I’ll wait.” You rolled your eyes but your heart fluttered at how caring she was. You moved your hands behind her neck and pulled her close. Your lips weren’t touching yet. She moved her hands to your waist, tentatively. But when you didn’t show any signs of discomfort - her hold on your waist tightened.

“I’ve missed you so much, solnishko.” You said, against her lips. The dam broke that you knew the Russian was trying to hold together as tears ran down her face.

“I’ve missed you too.” It was all she needed to connect her lips with yours. It was a feeling you missed so much - being able to be this close with Yelena. She ended the kiss with a smile on her face.

“We need to talk more about us.” You said. “But tonight can we just be together?” She nodded, kissing your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin.

“No place I’d rather be.” You reentered the Avenger Tower with Yelena’s hand in yours. You caught Kate’s eyes and she gave you a big smile and a thumbs up. “Dork.” You heard Yelena mumble and although she wasn’t wrong, you hit her on the shoulder.

“Be nice.” You stopped walking when you got closer to the table. “Are you hungry?” You asked. The SHIELD agent was gone, thankfully. But you wanted to spend more time with Yelena before the hoard of questions. The Russian picked up on your hesitation.

“I haven’t eaten all day.” Yelena confessed. You gave her a look that caused Yelena to cringe. “I was an anxious mess from the idea of seeing you.” Well that’s adorable. You gave her a quick kiss on the check and led her to the buffet. There was a line but you didn’t care. “So,” Yelena said, after a pass of silence. “How have you been?” She asked, handing you a plate.

“I’ve been okay,” You answered, piling food on your plate. You didn’t realize how hungry you were either. “I think being home helped a lot. Especially since I missed so much of my siblings growing up because I hated being home.” Yelena nodded, grabbing a spoonful of mac and cheese. You laughed silently, shaking your head. “How about you? How have you been?” Yelena tensed up and you feared you overstepped.

“I’m going to therapy.” You almost dropped your food in shock. “Close your mouth or you’ll eat a fly.”

“Sorry.” You were stunned to say the least. “That’s great. I’m proud of you.” Yelena shrugged, adding hot sauce to her food.

“I should have gone when we got back.” She said, “Sam helped me find one and I start in the new year.” You were proud of her. It took a lot of strength to admit you needed help. “I want to be better for you so this will work.” You nodded.

“Go for yourself too.” You said. “Don’t do it for others.”

“I am. I promise I am.” Instead of walking back to the table, Yelena grabbed your free hand and led you to the bar. You sat down at empty seats and ordered drinks. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded, a mouth full of food. “Who was the girl sitting next to you?” You took a sip of your drink. You wondered when she was going to bring her up, noticing the hint of jealousy in her voice.

“A SHIELD agent, to be honest I don’t remember her name.” That made Yelena smile. “She came up to me and just started talking and touching me.” Anger flashed in the Russian’s eyes. You grabbed her free hand. “It’s fine. Apparently what happened to us in Russia is the talk of the town with the new agents.” Yelena squeezed your hand. “I’m okay, Lena. I promise.” Yelena nodded, kissing the back of your hand. You ate your food in silence, enjoying the way Yelena held your hand and her thumb moved back and forth. The bartender refilled your glasses and collected the empty plates.

“Ready to go back?” Yelena asked. You sighed, nodding. You couldn’t hide forever. You stood up and walked back to the table. Kate was sitting over there now talking with your father. You sat back down in your seat and Yelena sat in the now empty one. No one batted an eye or made a comment but you did see your dad smile and wink at you. You noticed Yelena visibly relaxed next to you when your mom began to speak with her. You smiled, feeling happier and freer than ever. This was your family.

*

Yelena didn’t know how to describe this feeling in her chest. Her hand never left yours as you both carried on your own conversations. Your voice, laughter, and smile made Yelena feel as if she was floating. She was worried that your parents were going to say something and they did in their own way. Clint gave her a look that spoke loud and clear - don’t hurt her again. Yelena nodded. Laura asked how she was doing and how working as an Avenger was treating her. It felt nice to be surrounded by everyone again. “Excuse me everyone,” Sam said, standing up and straightening his tie. “Duty calls.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You are giving a speech not saving someone from a burning building.” Bucky said. Sam gasped in mock offense, clutching his chest.

“You wound me good sir.” Sam joked, the table laughed at their interaction as Bucky slapped his boyfriend playfully.

“Better you than me.” Steve mumbled, the comment didn’t go on deaf ears.

“Not missing the spotlight, Rogers?” Clint asked, grasping his hand on the super soldier’s shoulder. Steve shook his head.

“Getting too old for it.” Natasha’s laugh was the loudest at the table.

“See a fossil. We should pack you up and send you to the Smithsonian.” Yelena shook her head as Steve’s cheeks turned pink.

“You know what Romanoff -” Steve’s threat was cut off by a microphone turning on as the billionaire took the stage. Sam gave the table a salute and ran off, quickly moving to the stairs of the stage.

“Hello everyone,” Tony’s voice boomed through the lobby. “I do hope you are enjoying yourself. As the man who signs the cheek after this I have to make sure my money was well spent.” The billionaire’s joke got a few laughs.

“Please,” Natasha said, rolling her eyes. “You’d throw a party every day till the new year without hearing our opinion.” Yelena chuckled, shaking her head. It was nice seeing this side of her sister, openly joking around with her friends. It was another piece of evidence that they were free. Tony shook his head.

“She’s not wrong. But,” he clapped his hands together. “I am not one for speeches. I’ll leave it to that guy.” He pointed to Sam, who waved. “I do want to say how thankful I am for all of us to be able to be together again. When the holidays came around in 2018, I didn’t think we’d get a chance to celebrate together again.” A heavy silence filled the lobby and you gave Yelena’s hand a tight squeeze, leaning into her. She wrapped her arms arounds you. “We’ve been through a lot together and I wouldn’t want to go through with anyone else. So before I get more emotional please help me welcome to the stage Sam Wilson.” Everyone clapped as Captain America walked up the stage and gave a quick hug to Tony.

“I’ll keep this short because I know the night is still young and we are here to celebrate with one another and get drunk, not listen to me talk.” Yelena felt you chuckle. “I’d first like to thank Tony for signing the check and Pepper who actually planned this party.” Tony flipped Sam off as Pepper smacked him on the chest. “And all of the workers that have to deal with us.” Sam sighed, looking around the room. “When Tony asked if I wanted to speak at the Christmas party, I was hesitant. How was I supposed to write a speech that conveyed the emotions of an entire room? Do I focus on what and who’ve we lost or do I talk about how we are walking towards a better future?” Sam shrugged. “Even as I stand in front of you, I’m still unsure and I think that is okay. I’m unsure what to talk about. I’m unsure what tomorrow is going to bring me. I’m unsure what is waiting for me as soon as I walk off this stage.

“We can’t change the past even though it’s human or God or Guardian nature, even when we now have the ability to go back into time because we don’t know how it will affect the now. Even though a small green stone gives us the ability to see into the future, should we look? I guess what I am trying to get at is, we can only focus and live in the now. We have to treasure the time we have with the people we love and not worry about what’s going to happen a week, a month, a year from now.” He smiled. “And as I look around this room and remember all the good, the bad, and the ugly memories I have with everyone of you; I can’t help but feel grateful to be a part of this beautiful family. Merry Christmas everyone and Happy Holidays.”  

*

After Sam’s speech, you found yourself in the sitting area with the ‘Young Avengers’ as Tony and Sam liked to call them - they were training to take over the Avenger mantle. You and Yelena were sitting together - her legs laid across you and your hand was playing with the rings on her fingers. To be honest, you weren’t listening to the conversation around you. You knew they were playing an intense game of ‘would you rather?’ “So,” Shuri said, stopping the game. “When are you going to join us Y/n?” The question directed at you snapped out of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry?” You questioned. “Like the game - I rather not debate on who I think is better in bed with people I grew up with.” You cringed. Kate and Yelena laughed. Shuri rolled her eyes and smiled. You didn’t like the smile.

“No, I mean the Young Avengers.” Oh. Oh. It wasn’t the first time someone asked if you were going to follow in your father’s footsteps and you knew it wasn’t going to be the last. Yelena sat up, noticing the shift in the conversation.

“You are kind of a badass.” Kamala added.

“And I bet you could give better hero speeches than Peter.” Cassie mumbled, the comment caused Peter to throw a small pillow at her. You smiled with a shrug.

“I don’t think I’ll be joining you guys. Never really thought about being an Avenger.” You chuckled. “Besides I may give my old man a heart attack if I join the team and I can’t risk that.” They laughed and they went back to the game besides Yelena, who kept her eyes on you. You gave her a smile and nodded. It was true. You never wanted to be an Avenger as you’ve seen the pain that comes with the title. From being at the tower when Ultron first attacked, seeing the team beaten and broken after their fight with Maximoff twins, holding it together when you learned your father was kidnapped and controlled by Loki, and the battle with Thanos and his children. But you were special, unique, and had abilities that most people would love to have. Was it selfish of you to not use them to help make the world a better place? You weren’t sure.

*

Yelena knew Shuri’s question affected you more than you were willing to show to the group. The DJ faded out the current song and an instrumental version of ‘I’ll Be Home for Christmas’ began to play. She watched a few couples move to the dance floor - Clint and Laura, Wanda and Natasha, Tony and Pepper, and even Kate and America. Yelena set her drink on the side table and stood up, holding out her hand. “Dance with me?” You looked at her hand with a smile and took it. Yelena found a more private spot on the dance floor and put her hands on your hips and you put your arms around her neck. “Do you want to talk about what happened back there?” Yelena asked. You sighed, biting the inside of your check.

“Do you think I should be an Avenger?” Yelena was startled by the question. Before she could answer you continued, “I understand why you joined when we first got back, even though it was unhealthy.” You joked. Yelena rolled her eyes. “But it makes sense for me to become one, you know? My parents were both SHIELD agents and my dad was an Avenger. Natasha helped raise me. I mean all of this,” You gestured around the Avenger lobby. “Has been my entire life. Fury has asked me to join the team every time he sees me. Am I wasting -” Yelena connected her lips with yours. You let out a surprise squeak but soon kissed her back. She pulled away. “Did you just kiss me so I’d stop rambling?” You asked.

“Yes.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Rude.”

“I’m not going to tell you what to do.” Yelena started. “I’ll support you if you decide to join the team or if you don’t.” You nodded. “Join because you want to join, not because that is what others think you should do.” Yelena twirled you in a circle and brought you back in her arms. You giggled. “I don’t need to change the world. I’d make the moon shine just for you. If you feel like the night is falling I want to be the one you're calling.” You played with the baby hairs at the base of her neck, sending a shiver down Yelena’s spine.

“You are someone, somebody to me.” You whispered. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t,” Yelena promised. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere.” Yelena was unsure of the future with her being involved with the Avengers and unknown threats still lurking. Even if the sun started to set and the sky went cold, she could make her way home to you.

*

Christmas Morning - Plaza Hotel            

You woke up to the feeling of fingers running through your hair. You groaned and opened your eyes, blinking away sleep. “Merry Christmas, zolotse.” Yelena said, looking down at you. You looked up at the Russian. Her braid was messy from sleep and her sleep shirt was handing off her shoulder. You missed this, falling asleep with Yelena in your arms.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” You gave her a brief kiss. “I have something to give you.”

“You got me a present?” Yelena questioned.

“Yes and no.” You rolled over and opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a white envelope. You sat up before handing it to her. She took the envelope with shaky hands. Steadying herself, she opened it and pulled out a key.

“Is this?” She asked. You nodded.

“The apartment is still in my name,” You sighed. “I’m not sure what tomorrow is going to bring me and like Sam said, I’m okay with it. But I do know I want you to be there by my side.” Yelena closed her hand around the key. “When I figure it out, do you want to move back in with me?” You asked.

“Yes.” She answered without hesitation. You smiled.

“Cool.” You nodded.

“Cool.” She repeated. You laughed, closing the gap between you two. Before your lips touched, banning on your door caused both of you to jump back.

“You better have clothes on!” Copper said. You groaned, blushing. Yelena chuckled, shaking her head. Gods, you wanted to kill your older brother sometimes. “We do.” You called out to your brother. The door swung open and Nathaniel came running in, jumping onto your bed, and crawled onto your lap.

“Get up! Get up!” He said, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. Yelena and your other siblings laughed at the youngest Barton’s actions. Lila and Cooper joined him on the bed. “Santa came last night! We have presents to open!”

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” You chuckled, pushing him off of you. He landed between you and Yelena with a groan.

“Dad is having a meltdown because we are on a ‘time crunch’.” Litla said, adding the air quotes. You rolled your eyes.

“He needs to learn how to relax.” Yelena said.

“I heard that, Belova.” Your dad yelled. “Now hurry up, breakfast is getting cold.” The mention of food got everyone out of bed. You glanced at Yelena as she attached the key to one of her necklaces and put it on. Your heart fluttered as you followed your siblings to the living room area of the hotel suite. The Christmass tree that was bare the night before had colorful presents around it. You, Yelena, and your parents were running on very little sleep to set everything up. But it was worth it seeing the excitement in your siblings' faces. Nathaniel ran over to the presents and looked over the presents.

“Lena!” He said, pointing. “You have presents too.”

“I have presents.” She said, slowly.

“Eat then presents.” Laura said, with a smile. She handed Yelena a plate of food. “Merry Christmas.” You gave the Russian’s hand a squeeze, noticing she was getting a little overwhelmed.

“Merry Christmas.” She said, finding her voice. Your family sat around the tree. Your dad kept having to stop Nathaniel from opening the presents too early while your mom went over the plan for the day - presents hare, meeting up with Natasha and Wanda, then back to the tower. It was going to be a busy and tiring day but you were grateful for your family.

He was wrong. You were somebody to a lot of people. A daughter. A sister. A friend. A niece. A girlfriend. He didn’t win. He was locked away in a cell while you were free. “What’s got you smiling like that?” Yelena whispered to you. You looked at her.

“Just happy.” She kissed your forehead.

“Me too, zolotse. Me too.”

The End.  

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Just like that the main story of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova has come to an end! I want to thank everyone who took time out of their day to read this story; which started has a little one shot evolved into a 6 part series!

Now what is next? I do have three drabbles planned for this AU; the talk between Y/n and Clint, how Y/n and Yelena met, and a cute moment where Y/n helps Yelena through a nightmare! However, we learned a lot about this AU with these last two parts so if you want me to go into specifics please let me know! I have some ideas floating around but would love to see what you guys are interested in!

Thank you! Your support means the world to me!

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ᴄᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ/ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ! ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You have always been more modest not really ever having time to explore what could have been some sort of sensual alter ego and when Bucky finds out hes determined to bring the sex goddess in you out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight fluff if you count flirty bucky, smut ofc (minors dni) [cam boy bucky (slight tipsy bucky and reader in the beginning); brief male masterbation (bucky has his door open during a session); fem!rec oral; hair pulling; spanking; real dirty talking; strong language, degradation; loss of virginity/ virgin reader but not innocent, touch starved reader, and overstim, overall pretty rough but aftercareeee]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: sorry in advanced if you don’t like iced coffee lol

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“There’s no way; you’re such a fucking liar,” Bucky threw his head back with laughter.

“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” you scoff, rolling your eyes before standing up with annoyance.

“No! Don’t go, come on. I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean, honestly. I just never really had time. Although, I did avoid sweaty football players all of high school, but being in uni I just want to grind and grind, you know? Finish school and get my degree. I don’t really have much time going out and getting laid,” you explained.

“Shit, does my… ‘side job’ make you uncomfortable? I didn’t realize how you would feel about it being a vir-”

“Buck, I’m a virgin, not innocent,” you chuckled.

“Damn straight,” Bucky laughed.

“Let me help you,” he said, making you laugh out loud.

"With what?" you asked in disbelief.

"Let me take your virginity. 'S better than fucking some random drunkard in a one night stand, and let's face it, you're not getting a boyfriend anytime soon."

You couldn't help but keep laughing at what he was saying.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes,” you snorted, too drunk to notice that Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Offer stands whenever, pretty girl.”

That was four weeks ago.

Since then, you feel like the tension between you and your roommate was especially thick since your tipsy confession. You couldn’t tell whether the things Bucky would say now were intentionally inappropriate or you just had a dirty mind. He seemed to always be shirtless; always.

“Did all your shirts catch fire? No, they got stolen, huh?” you joked.

“Har, har. Don’t be such a prude, pretty girl.”

“I’m not a prude,” you mumbled; at least he had the muscles to flaunt.

One quiet Friday evening, you sat in your room working away at your desk. You had been at it for a couple hours and as much as you wanted to throw in the towel you were so close to finishing everything you needed to finish this weekend. You went to the kitchen to grab a snack, maybe make a coffee, before drilling for the last hour to get everything done.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky said, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand. He always drinks before filming.

“Gettin’ ready for your… stuff?” you asked.

“What stuff?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks and my subscribers are thirsty,” he told you.

“I can only imagine,” you joked.

“Well, baby, I’m in the next room if you wanna stop imagining,” he said flirtatiously

“Fuck off. I’m just here to get coffee,” you smirked, grabbing the things you’ll need from the fridge.

“Well, then I’ll leave you to it,” Bucky said, smacking your ass hard before leaving for his room; you scoffed rolling your eyes at his antics.

You turned around making the coffee itself mindlessly before you grew slight concern when you had yet to hear the door of Bucky’s bedroom to shut. He always kept his door shut whilst you wore headphones blasting music so you wouldn’t have to listen to his unnecessary moaning and cursing. You silently begged the machine to hurry it’s brewing as Bucky began talking and moaning to his audience.

You gritted your teeth hearing him so clearly. Your breathing quickened and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hated how you wondered if he really was as vocal in bed as he portrayed online. You hated the way your stomach flipped and the tingle between your thighs. You’ve never felt so aroused before, you didn’t know what to do.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and you swallowed the dry lum in your throat.

You don’t even know how long you stood in the kitchen listening to Bucky. You were incredibly aroused, wetness pooling between your thighs. Your hands gripped at the counter desperate to not let your knees buckle as he got closer to his release.

“God, fuck you James,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t take it the groans he practically was screaming from his room. You stomped your way to his room to yell at him to close the door. You were enraged but you don’t really know why. Bucky’s side job never bothered so much until now and truthfully he wasn’t really to blame for how turned on you felt hearing him.

“Can you close the goddamn door?” you yelled approaching his bedroom.

“I hate to interrupt but I can fucking hear you- in the… kitchen,” you trailed off.

Bucky sat on his bed completely nude. His cheeks were red and his forehead had a layer of sweat as did his very smooth and very toned chest. Your body completely froze. It’s not that you hadn’t seen a man naked before. You’ve watched porn during the more stressful and lonelier nights, but Bucky was beautiful.

“Care to join?” Bucky breathed with a stupid smile.

“Jesus,” you gasped.

“I ain’t forget about that offer, pretty girl,” Bucky stood, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

“Whatcha say? You ready to finally deflower?” Bucky walked closer to you with a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“I’m sorry-” you stumbled over your words.

Your stomach fluttered from nervousness and arousal, your skin bursted into chills despite how hot and sweaty you were beginning to feel. You kept your eyes trained to anywhere but Bucky’s assets.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Cat's got your tongue?" he teased.

"James," you said sternly.

"Baby, I can make you feel so good. All you have to do is say the word," he whispered in your ear, making you shudder.

You know deep inside you that this wasn't a good idea in the long run. It sounds so tempting now but what would happen afterwards? What would happen to your friendship?

"Stop thinking so hard. Just let me make you feel good, please," he begged.

His hands caressed your sides and you couldn't resist squirming; he hasn't even touched you.

"I can tell you're starving. Itching to be touched by someone. Those lonely nights with a laptop and your fingers isn't enough. I can help you, pretty girl. Give you so much and more; give you nirvana. Just say the word," he spoke slowly, sensually; you were damn near shaking just from his words.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Please what?" he teased; Bucky was drunk off the power he had over you.

"Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me," you begged.

"As you wish."

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck smashing his lips to yours. He grinded his hips into you and you feel his hard on digging into you. Your fingers dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving small red marks and scratches littered.

Bucky moved his hand up behind your head, curling his fingers in your hair pulling harshly. his lips instantly attached to your neck biting and sucking to mark you, so you remember he was the one who made you feel euphoric in the coming days. He wants you to remember this night.

"Shit, that feels so good," you sighed.

"That's just the beginning, pretty girl. Get on the bed," he demanded.

You scurried to bed tearing your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your dark lacey undergarments.

"It's like you were ready for me to fuck you," he chuckled darkly.

He crawled up the bed to you like an animal hunting and taunting its prey. You couldn't help but nibble on your bottom lip, anxious for what was to come from Bucky.

His hands gripped your waist firmly pulling impossibly close to his body. He kissed you again and you swore you could stay like that forever. His lips felt so soft again yours, you melted against his body from pleasure.

His hands circled your back and pulled at the bra clasp before swiftly undoing it and letting free. You shrugged your shoulders to your ears allowing the straps of the bra fall gracefully down your upper arm before Bucky curled his finger over the front and tossed it aside to admire your chest.

Your shoulders subconsciously caved in, embarrassed to be so unclothed in front of someone for the first time. Again, you weren't innocent but anyone would still be nervous for their first time. Bucky smiled softly at your timidness; his hands rubbing your sides slowly and comforting to help ease your nerves a bit.

"You are so gorgeous, baby."

"Don't get sappy, Barnes," you joked; but in reality you don't need another reason to fall deeper for him. Not that you're falling to begin with.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned.

He flipped the both of you over so you laid on your back. His hands gently kneaded your breasts pulling moans from you with every squeeze. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting your perked buds, circling his tongue around. Your back arched into him and you think you can handle the pleasure but you find yourself involuntarily getting higher and higher. Moaning and gasping louder every time Bucky would bite down hard on your nipple. The last straw was when Bucky brought his fingers between your thighs and barely pressed against your aching clit that you fell suddenly over the edge crying Bucky's name.

"Did you just-"

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened. I- Everything just-"

Bucky cut you off with a deep kiss.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled.

"It's really hot that I was able to make you cum by just playing with these beauties," he flicked your nipples and squeezed your breats making you tremble.

“Shit, too much,” you whined.

Bucky ignored you once again, dipping his head back down, flicking his tongue over your overly sensitive buds. The squeal you made made Bucky chuckle darkly but he didn’t want to torture you so his lips trailed slowly down the valley of your breasts to you belly and hip bones. His fingers curled over your panties dragging them slowly down your legs.

“Fucking hell, pretty girl. You’re dripping. You’ve just been aching for me to get my hands on you for a while, huh?” Bucky taunted.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Bucky’s hands rested against your knees pushing them as far as they could go before diving in you like a starved man. Truthfully, Bucky had dreamed of this moment since he met you for the first time moving in. As the days, weeks, and years went by, the urge to resist kissing and fucking you stupid was getting all to much. But now he finally has you under him, at his mercy and he was determined to pleasure as much as he could before getting his cock anywhere near you.

Bucky brought his fingers to circle your entrance, waiting until your legs were nearly shaking from the teasing. As he pushed his fingers past your folds, he brought his mouth down again kissing right above your clit. You gasped and sighed in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of you heavenly.

“Shit, feels so good. So, so good,” you moaned.

Bucky’s tongue brushed over your clit and you couldn’t resist bucking your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Your back arched off the bed and your hands shot to his head tugging on his dark locks harshly. Bucky’s moans from your tugs vibrated against you and you knew you weren’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Bucky! Shit!” you shrieked.

“Come on, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers,” he said.

Seconds later, you reached your high, crying Bucky’s names again as if it was the only word you knew how to say. Your head practically dangled off the bed, scooting closer and closer to edge desperate to pull away from Bucky’s talented mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful when you fall apart like that,” Bucky mumbled against your heated skin.

Sweat lined your forehead and your chest, your hair was scattered across the sheets like a maniac, and your skin along your neck down to your inner thighs was littered with little bruises and bite marks from Bucky. You looked ethereal.

“One more. Can you give me one more?” Bucky asked softly.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Such a good girl. I know you can, come on.”

Bucky gently flipped your body over, laying you on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, whispering sweet and kind things to you. You can’t even register what he’s saying because his godly erection is poking your ass and you're practically aching again to be railed by him.

“So eager for my cock, aren’t ya? Already being such a greedy little whore.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good; gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered in your ear before biting on your earlobe.

He stood tall on his knees behind you gripping your hips, roughly pulling them flush against his pelvis; you pushed yourself up on your hands. He grabbed his aching cock, the tip red and leaking with precum. Bucky doesn’t even know how he was able to last so long without cumming but he did and now all he wants to do is cum deep inside you.

“Ready, pretty girl?” he teased, rubbing your cheeks softly with his hands.

“Fuck me good, James,” you moaned.

Bucky lined his dick with your entrance slowly pushing the tip past your folds. The burning sensation caused you to hiss and tense around Bucky, who instantly stopped his movements.

“No, it’s ok; you’re just bigger than I was anticipating,” you fussed.

“It’s ok. If it’s too much you tell me to stop,” Bucky told you.

“No, don’t stop, please!” you whined.

“Don’t get greedy,” Bucky warned.

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He pushed his hips further in you slowly, careful to not hurt you. His hands ran slowly up your body before curling his fingers through your hair and pulling your head up. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a minute until you were ready for him to move.

“Holy fucking hell, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit,” Bucky groaned above you.

“I feel so- full.”

“‘S like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s hips began to move faster and faster pulling moans from you that was music to his ears. Bucky relished in your sex. He used every ounce of willpower in him to keep control but you felt so heavenly, so sublime. He couldn’t hold back any longer. You could tell that Bucky was holding back and you didn’t want him to. He pleasured you twice already, it was his turn to feel good and if letting go would do that for him you would let him.

“Come on, Bucky. Fuckin’ ruin me!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he grunted, still thrusting his hips.

“I can take it, baby. Use me,” you told him.

Bucky’s hips stilled only for a second before you felt a sharp stinging on your right ass cheek.

“You want me to fuck you like a whore? Fine, I will,” Bucky growled before pulling out and flipping you over.

Bucky rammed his hips into you fast and rough. His hand went to wrap around your throat squeezing the sides and your eyes rolled back. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cried out over and over again. You felt used, corrupted, violated. You love it.

“Fuck, yes!”

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Bucky groaned.

Bucky released your throat before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His groans and moans were muffled by your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs too wrapped around his torso pulling his body flushed against yours. Your nails ran down Bucky’s back; he breathed in sharply through gritted teeth before moaning loudly in your ear from the pleasurable sting.

Chasing his release along with yours, Bucky’s thrusts became relentless. Animalistic. Feral, even. Everything felt overwhelming. It didn’t take much longer until you felt Bucky’s stuttering thrusts and the spurts of warm cum coating your velvety walls. Bucky completely relaxed on top of you, his breath heavily hitting your sweaty skin. You scratched his back softly coming down from your own high breathing equally as heavily.

“You feeling ok, pretty girl?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a stupid grin on your face.

“You did amazing, you know?” Bucky kissed you softly; your stomach fluttering at the action.

“What now?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Now, I’m going to take care of you,” Bucky said, hopping off you and the bed.

You laid there breathing slowly now. You didn’t have the energy to move at this point. Your inner thighs burned deliciously and the soreness began to be more apparent all over your body. Bucky came back with a warm towel and bottle of water from the kitchen. He cleaned you up with the towel and you could help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped from you. Once you were cleaned, Bucky helped you sit up and held the now open water bottle for you to hydrate yourself. You couldn’t shake the butterflies and chills you got from Bucky’s stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off you anymore; like you hung the moon and stars for him.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

“Come on. You’ve gotta go pee,” he said carrying you in his arms towards his bathroom.

“No, I just want to go to sleep already,” you whined, voice muffled in the crook of his neck.

Bucky sat on you on the toilet and waited for you to… do your business. You just sat there squirming, and shaking from the cold that hit your body.

“Come on. You have to,” Bucky explained.

“I know, but I can’t pee in front of you. I’m shy,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, I just fucked-”

“Bucky, please,” you cut him off.

“Oh alright. Come back to bed when you’re finished, pretty girl,” Bucky said before leaving you.

You couldn’t shake the smile off your face. He was being so caring and nice to you, it warmed your heart. You felt a bit of heartbreak however wondering if this was just a one time thing. You cleaned yourself again and washed your hands before snatching one of Bucky's t-shirts that laid on the floor. When you came out Bucky was fiddling with his camera that was still set-up and your heart dropped.

Had he recorded the whole thing?

“I was gonna delete all the footage, but in all honesty you look so fucking sexy. Might keep it for myself,” he said winking.

“You recorded the whole thing without telling me?” you asked, tearing up.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna post it anywhere. You sorta screamed my name a few times so footage ain’t good anyway,” he said, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hey, hey. I’m kidding. I’ll delete all of it, I promise,” he cupped your face.

“Come here; I gotta do one more thing for you,” he said, laying you down on the bed once again.

“What are you doing?” Bucky grabbed another towel and some scented lotion placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m gonna give you a massage. You’ll be less sore tomorrow morning. I’ll admit I was a bit rough,” he said, kissing your belly as he lifted his shirt off your body.

“You do this to all the girls you sleep with?” you teased, not really wanting an answer but you’ll play a part if it keeps from being humiliated because of feelings.

“Only the pretty girls,” he says, fully referencing his nickname he gave you a while ago.

“And how many pretty girls might you have?”

“There’s only one,” he whispered; his hands massaging along your back slowly, sensually.

“She must be really lucky,” you whispered too, afraid of speaking too loud.

“If anything, I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, she’s… she’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. I could go on about her.”

“She sounds like a prude,” you joked.

“She was,” he chuckled.

“But trust me, now she’s a real feisty and sexy woman,” Bucky said before biting down hard on one of your ass cheeks.

“Ow! Bucky!” you squealed, making Bucky laugh.

Bucky tossed the towel away and placed the lotion back on the bedside table before grabbing the blankets and crawling under them with you. He held you close, entangling his legs with yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You mean all that?” you asked barely audibly.

“Yeah. I do, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to delete the video,” you smirked, making Bucky laugh out loud.

He kissed your forehead snuggling closer to you, letting peaceful sleep envelop you both.

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[crusty-chronicles]

The Guide To An Idiot’s Heart

Step 6: Make It Up To Her

Viktor didn't see you much after the lab incident. Perhaps a glance before you'd disappear, but it was never enough. It wasn't long enough for him to catch up and apologize.

It turns out you were right. The shimmer only aided temporarily in his endeavors. The effects, the strength, went away after a couple of days. He was still dying. But this time you weren't there to support him.

He didn't come home to a house filled with warmth and laughter. He didn't have someone to make sure he ate. He didn't have you to pull him away from his work.

But that wasn't why he wanted to apologize. It wasn't because you were right. Though it was one of the factors. No, Viktor wanted to apologize because of the way he treated you.

The way he pushed your buttons until you couldn't take it anymore.

You tried to help. You could have died if you made one wrong move. Yet you sacrificed your life for his. Someone you knew didn't have long left. You didn't deserve that burden and you sure as hell didn't deserve to be treated like shit for your efforts.

He would find a way to make it up to you.

He had to.

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"YOU WERE HANDING OUT SHIMMER!" Your voice echoed off the walls. You were mad. You were beyond pissed off. Leo did his best to avoid your eyes.

"Oh, you know about that?" His tone was nervous. You only seethed further.

"Do you have any idea what the enforcers would do to you if they found out!? What Lukus would do!?” You were pacing back and forth. This couldn't be happening.

"You really think Lukus would rat me out to those ‘fire freaks’ ? C'mon, Y/n. It's a job. It puts food on the table.”

"It's reckless and it'll get you killed. If you're really struggling all you have to do is adk me for help." Leo stood up, his height towering over you. "I'm not eight anymore! I can take care of myself. I don't need you protecting me anymore. I don't need your help!"

For the second time today, you were fighting with someone you cared about. And both times your help wasn't wanted. Both times you were accused of being in the wrong.

"I'm your sister. There's nothing wrong with asking me for help. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I'm always going to be here for you. To want what's best for you. You shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed to ask for my help." You were exasperated. You didn't want to fight anymore. Leo faced away from you, his lips trembling.

"That's the thing," his voice cracked. “I shouldn't have to ask you for help. I shouldn't have to make my problems yours. I shouldn't have to come knocking at your door every time something goes wrong." He clenched his hands.

"You've done too much for too long. In a world that takes and takes, you've only ever gave. At some point you have to let us figure things out by ourselves. You have to trust that we can handle the consequences of our own actions. You think it's normal for a twenty-three-year-old to come crying at his older sister because one thing went wrong?"

At last he looked at you, tears sliding down his cheeks. You were tired of fighting and is seems he was too. You walked over to Leo and wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you closer, his body shaking as he cried.

"I just don't want you to end up an idiot like me," you whispered. "I thought I could do anything because no one could catch me. I thought the easiest way to provide was to take the jobs nobody wanted. The most dangerous ones. But they didn't need to catch up to me, instead they caught me off guard.

"How was I to know my brothers would follow me? That they looked up to me so much they would throw themselves into danger for my attention? I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. I don't want you to have no way out. I don't want you to make a choice you'll regret." You gave a kiss to the top of his forehead feeling his trembling finally stop.

Leo had his reasons for doing what he did. Maybe it was time to let Viktor explain his. Yes, you were still hurt by what he said, but shimmer had a way of bringing out the ugliness that lied beneath. It had a way of making people say what they didn't mean. At the very least, you still wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Y/n?" You glanced down at your brother. "Yeah?" "Does becoming an adult get easier?" You gave a sigh. "No. Things always find a way to get more difficult. But it's what we learn along the way through trial and error that helps us get the hang of it. These hardships are what make us human."

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Today, Viktor would finally be able to see you. He'd finally be able to talk to you. The council had requested your presence once again to discuss your progress. It'd been around two years since you started and even if he rarely saw you, Viktor was sure you were still trying to get the hang of Piltover life.

He almost felt giddy following Jayce up to the trial room. He caught sight of you walking in shortly after. He noticed the bags under your eyes first. Those weren't there before. Then he saw your messy hair. You had always tried to keep it neat as a sanitary precaution. Now it was sticking up in every which way.

Overall you looked drained. Viktor's heart ached for you as you seated yourself before the council. He wanted to reach out and hug you. To take in your warmth once again.

Then he caught sight of your hand. What had been flesh was now mostly metal. It covered your trigger fingers and half your palm. The parts that were flesh were a flaming red. Server burns he guessed. He self-consciously clenched his own scathed hand. Whereas yours was red with irritation, his was black. Barley any feeling left in it. Seems you were injured by his foolishness after all.

"We have gathered here today to discuss Heimerdinger's program." An older council member started. Wait, that wasn't how it was supposed to go. Jayce told him they were here to discuss your progress. Had he lied?

"We are well aware of the arrangement he made with you. And although you've only served two out of your five-year agreement, we've decided to call it off" another councilor continued.

No

This couldn't be happening. Viktor looked desperately at Jayce, but he refused to meet his gaze. He was in on this. Did he expect Viktor to just agree with this!? To go along like a good little lap dog!?

Mel was the one to speak next. Although she had always been kind to you, it seems she wasn't on your side this time.

"With recent hostile encounters from Zaun, we decided it's best if you went back. We can't afford to be caught off guard with attacks. And since Heimerdinger is no longer a councilor, we see no reason to continue his program. It's what's best for everyone." Viktor could see the frustration etched into your face. You looked over at Jayce, your expression was betrayed.

"You think I'm dangerous? You really think I would hurt someone?" At last Jayce met your gaze.

"We don't know what you're capable of. We never have. Don't take this personal, Y/n. We only want what's best for our people." Your hands had clenched. The metal groaning under pressure.

"You don't want me to take this personal when my own friend is casting me out because of where I came from? Because you're afraid of me. Explain to me how I'm not supposed to take it personal when the rich and wealthy despise me because of my social status. You of all people should know that just because you're an outsider it doesn't make you evil. It doesn't make you any less worthy."

"Y/n-" "No! Fuck you! Oh wait, Mel's already got that covered!" You stormed out, not sparing a glance behind you.

You left the room in complete silence. No one could follow up on your 'outburst.' Viktor tried to get up to go after you, but pain shot through his entire body. He was too weak.

Jayce reached over to help Viktor, but he shook him off. The last thing Viktor wanted was for you to leave. Now you were gone. And because of his 'partner's' new regulations, he couldn't cross over to meet you on the other side.

"Are you going to throw me out too? Or am I too weak to be a threat?" Viktor's tone was ice. Jayce looked shocked.

"Look I'm sorry. I know you had feelings for her, but she was a danger to herself and everyone around her." Viktor hastily stood up, placing most of his weight on his cane.

"My feelings had nothing to do with the fact that she was your friend. All she ever wanted to do was help."

"Help? Viktor her 'helping' destroyed the HexCore! It was gonna save your life and because of her recklessness, we're back to square one. We have no way of figuring out how to help you."

Viktor started walking away. Jayce didn't know you had actually saved him. He didn't know what you sacrificed to keep him safe.

"Y/n has done more to help me in two years than Piltover has in the last decade. She's done more for me than you've ever done for the undercity. What happened to helping those in need? Instead of liberating them, you've caged them down like animals. You've built weapons to keep them at bay with the very technology we created to help them. Are you even trying to help the zaunites anymore, or are you just trying to help yourself?"

*********************

Viktor didn't talk to Jayce much ever since the meeting. He opted to close himself off, to once again become fully engrossed in his work. Without you around, he stopped eating. He couldn't sleep without your warmth.

Sky had tried to talk to him. But she wasn't you. She didn't have your dopey smile that could light up the room. She didn't have your beautiful mind that managed to allude even him.

So he ignored her. He refused to acknowledge her presence most days. He felt guilty, but he supposed he was going to die soon anyway. His last moments wouldn't matter.

He glared at his hand. Even in his greatest moments he still failed. Then he started to think about how he had gotten here.

Every path, every turn, every decision he made in his lifetime.

He thought about every mistake. From errors in his calculations to broken relationships. How things started to turn around for him only to be pulled away cruelly by fate.

So what exactly went wrong?

He had reached a conclusion. He had found the common factor for his failures.

Human Error.

He found that most mistakes were caused by human arrogance. Humanity's faults and societal structure.

Wars, illness, crime, destruction. All caused by people.

It was his own human desires that had pushed you away. His own human naivety that had gotten you kicked out. And his own human sickness that made him weak.

He recalled you and your brother's prosthetics. Strong and flawless. Made to replace what was missing and vulnerable.

It gave Viktor an idea. If he could find a way to meld flesh with machine, he could eliminate his sickness for good. He could get rid of his vulnerabilities. He'd never be weak or fragile again.

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It had been three years. Three horrible years of dealing with the aftermath of Jinx's bomb. Zaun was rampant with pollution. More than it had ever been. Piltover was struck with its first ever tragedy. Tensions were the highest they've ever been.

Enforcers had flooded the undercity after the attack. But then they saw the destruction, the carnage similar to their own. Citizens of both territories refused to enter the other. Hell had been unleashed on both sides.

You were struggling once again to provide for your family. Most jobs that paid a decent amount were clean up duty. And although tempting, it would mean you'd expose yourself full force to the pollution. You had a high chance of bringing it home and contaminating your brothers.

Leo had moved back in when he found out you'd been booted from Heimerdinger's program. Lukus had found his way after Jinx's attack.

They were scared for each other and for you. Things had gotten a lot more hostile. People were fighting over scraps of food. Killing each other for money. There was even talk of organs being harvested.

Unfortunately, it was survival of the fittest now. Anyone that was weak died as quickly as they appeared.

You glanced over at Lukus who was knocked out on your couch. Nineteen but still your baby brother. He was like Viktor in a way. Both brainiacs that wanted to change the world.

You were going on a supply run, but he didn't have to know that. You'd be back before he woke up and gave you an earful. You gently ruffled his hair before you left. It was always a gamble stepping foot outside your home. You never knew if you would come back.

There was something different in your area. Call it wishful thinking, but the air somehow seemed clearer. And you could actually see where you were going.

You shrugged it off, wanting to focus on getting something to trade in. Maybe Lukus could make something appealing out of it to sell.

You eyes caught something shinny poking out of the ruble. It looked like a broken sword. The blade was shattered at an odd angle. It would have to do. You stumbled over to it, trying your best not to fall.

Upon closer inspection, the handle was wedged underneath a block of concrete. You used your good hand to lift it up just a bit. You weren't as strong as you used to be, having lacked proper nutrients.

You hastily slid your mostly metal palm under, signing in relief as it clutched the handle. You gave a tug. It didn't budge. You tugged again.

A searing pain overtook your arm. Your prosthetic was caught underneath. In your panic, you let go of the concrete to try to pull your other hand out. Unfortunately, it was now fully smashed underneath.

"Fuck!" There went the rest of your fingers. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" You were tugging harshly now. Only stopping when the pain was too much. You rested your head on the concrete, accepting your fate. Lukus was gonna kill you for fucking up your prosthetic. He'd have to make you a new one. With how your luck was going, he'd have to make you a full hand.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt a presence looming behind you. You wrapped your free hand around your gun, preparing for the worst

"That was very naughty language ma'am." Their voice was crackled, as if coming from a speaker. You turned around at last, trying your best to aim your gun.

To say you were shocked by what you saw would be an understatement. The person behind you wasn't a person.

It was a clunky robot.

You should have been scared, you really should have. But because your brain wasn't wired correctly, you were fascinated. You slowly put your weapon down. If this thing wanted to kill you, he would have done so when your back was turned.

"Hello there." Your voice came out in a hiss, pain still shooting through your arm. You offered a timid wave with your free hand. The robot tilted his head.

"You seem to be in distress. Would you like assistance?" You could seem fumes being sucked into the machine. Was that why the air felt clean?

"That depends, are you going to kill me?" It didn't hurt to ask.

"Oh no, no, no! I was created to help the people of Zaun. I don't think I'd be helping anyone if I murdered you." You flashed it a dopey grin.

"Sounds good to me! You think you could lift this thing off my hand. I kinda need that to shoot." The robot stepped to your side and placed one hand under the concrete. Then it heaved the slab up and tossed it away like it was nothing.

You moved your arm to survey the damage. The flesh was purple with the metal being dented. You couldn't feel it.

"That doesn't look well. Do you need to see a doctor?" A doctor. In the undercity. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the sincerity of the robot's tone.

"No thanks. I just need to see my brother. He'll probably end up making me a new hand when he's seen the damage." The robot quickly grabbed your wounded hand, observing your prosthetic.

"Ooh! A metal augmentation! Just like father makes! Why don't I take you to him instead?" Its demeanor reminded you if a young child. You gave a soft chuckle.

"Sorry big guy, I don't know you all that well yet and I have to get back to my family. I'll tell you this, if Lukus can't fix my hand, I'll be sure to find you." It seemed satisfied with your answer.

"Okay, but if I may ask, what's your name. Just so I'll have it to give to father if you can't be fixed." You used your good hand to grab the broken sword before answering.

"I'm Y/n. What's yours, so I'll know how to find you?" The robot seemed to whir excitedly. " I do not have an official name, but father refers to me as Blitzcrank."

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"What did I tell you about your prosthetic?" Lukus chastised as he looked over your hand. "Not to break it?" He let out a groan of frustration.

"No, I told you," he stopped to gesture at Leo who had been sitting next to you. "Both of you, to be careful with the platting. It's meant to give more flexibility but that means it's more likely to get caught on something. And unfortunately for you, dear ol' sister of mine, I currently don't have materials to replace it or the rest of your hand."

"Well Y/n, it looks like you're going to have a nub for a while," Leo teased. "Like hell I will." "What are you going to do then?" "Yeah, enlighten us on the great Y/n plan that surely doesn't involve more trouble," Lukus's frustrated voice called.

"I'm going to pay Blitzcrank and his father a visit." Before they could question you further, you were already out the door.

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Viktor was interrupted from his work by the rapid sound of metal footsteps approaching him. He didn't have to look to know who it was.

Although he enjoyed the clunky robot's company, he had to prepare for his next patient. But alas, Blitz was persistent.

"Father, I have made a friend today!" He still had no idea why his creation had decided to call him that. It bothered him slightly to be seen in that light, but he supposed if Blitz had free will, he couldn't stop him.

He had no idea why it had sprung to life with a personality. He also couldn't replicate it for the life of him.

Its personality reminded him of a small child, or better yet, you.

Blitz had a passion for helping people, even if it got overzealous at times. Its naivety and clunky stature was similar to the way you spoke and moved around. It even pulled him away from work. Although he didn't have the needs to eat and sleep anymore, it still felt nice to take short breaks. His work did require a lot of patience and attention.

He couldn't deny that he had thought about you while creating Blitzcrank. He wanted to make good on his promise to help the zaunites and in turn, you.

He hoped you were still okay. Despite getting rid of his heart, the feeling of wanting you safe surged through him. The organ was gone but the yearning was still there.

He gazed at his creation. Perhaps he should humor it. At least until his new patient walked in.

"You did?" If Blitz we're human, it would have beamed. "Yes. I found her near the area I was cleaning up. She had gotten stuck. I helped."

A girl? How interesting. Blitz must have frightened her.

"Was she injured?" His creation whirred at the query. "Yes, but she told me she had someone to fix her. A family member if I recall correctly. She was like you, father."

Viktor quirked a brow under his mask. She was like him? What was Blitzcrank getting at?

"What do you mean?" "She had a metal augmentation on her palm. Oh you would have loved it father! The technology looked advanced! Similar to yours, but lacking your touch!"

Viktor was intrigued. Had someone been copying his work? Perhaps trying to cash in on the work he did for free? He needed to talk to this woman and find out where she had gotten hers from.

"Did you get her name?" "Oh, yes. But she said she might not come. Do you still wish to prepare for her arrival just in case?"

"We'll go to her if she does not. Now, what is her name." "Y/n."

Viktor tensed up, metal plates constricting under the stress. It couldn't be. It had to be someone else. But the description had matched. He'd seen your prosthetic before.

But say this was a coincidence, did that make him any less interested in meeting the woman? By the way his plates were jittering about trying to prevent overheating, the answer was yes.

Because if it were you, he'd be racing out the door to find you. To at last make things right. If it wasn't you, he didn't see the need to bother the poor woman who had her hand crushed.

God he really wished it was you.

For the first time in years, he was experiencing emotions. Anxiety, excitement, yearning.

He wanted that part of him to be dead. Feelings only led to mistakes. Giving in to human desires only led to weakness. Vulnerability.

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Viktor had just finished up on a patient, when he heard the sound of glass breaking from above his lab. Someone had just broke in. Blitz was already in a defensive mode. Ready to protect its creator. Ever cautiously, they both headed up.

Viktor's hex claw was at the ready. He'd be damned if he let his work be stolen again. But the sight in front of him made him freeze.

"You think they'd have an enter sign. Well at least there's a nice breeze now."

Blitzcrank seemed to light up, quickly rushing over to the intruder's side.

"My friend! What brings you here so late!?"

It was you.

You in all your chaotic glory.

My god three years was too long. You looked thinner, most likely a product of the hostile environment in Zaun.

But you looked happy.

You looked human.

Viktor slightly clenched his hand. If you saw him now, if you knew this is what he'd become, would you hate him even more.

He had tried so hard to rid himself of emotions, but here you were dragging all of them back up. Insecurity being a big one.

He caught sight of your hand. It looked bad. It was a raging purple and looked swollen. Well at least the parts that were flesh did. Your prosthetic was dented badly. Yet you carried on like a champ. It was like your shattered hand didn't faze you at all.

"Turns out Lukus didn't have the materials to fix me, so now I'm here." You flashed the robot a smile. Your smile.

"That is great news! Father has been curious about you. He wanted to find you when he finished working." Blitz gestured behind you towards Viktor.

He shifted in his spot, metal groaning in protest. You beamed at him. It was almost the same way you used to look at him.

"Hi there! I'm sorry to bother you so late, but my hand is all sorts of messed up. I heard you could fix it. I don't have the money with me right now to pay you, but I'm sure I can get it within a week. Maybe?"

Viktor didn't trust himself to speak. You'd figure out it was him and then you'd run away. He had been longing for your presence for too long. He wanted to savor it while it lasted. So he gently pushed you on your back, guiding you down to his lab.

"Father does not take payment for his services. He only wants to help the people of Zaun." Blitz sounded off from behind the two of you. You let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank God. I honestly had no idea how I was gonna scrounge up money within a week." Viktor let out a breathless chuckle. Had you always been this amusing?

He guided you to the operating table. Making sure to elevate your hand. He made sure to sanitize his tools, not wanting to risk an infection.

He made quick, nimble movements to remove your prosthetic. You watched in awe, not knowing how many procedures he'd done before.

Viktor let out an audible gasp seeing the scar tissue that lied beneath. The skin was dead, almost black. Your veins had turned an inky color, reaching the other side of your broken hand. All this because of him. He hadn't noticed you reaching your good hand up, too focused on what could never be healed. You gave a poke to his mask, catching his attention.

"You gonna give me a loli pop when you're done?" Viktor tilted his head, not understanding how you were so nonchalant about your injury. Viktor couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.

"How did you live with this for so long?" Your seemed to perk up at his voice. "Well it could have been worse. According to my brother, the black stuff would have spread if we didn't amputate it. I wasn't ready to lose the whole hand, so we only did the areas that were infected. I still feel with it, or at least I could before I dropped concrete on it."

"You what!?" After all this time, you were still getting into trouble. What would have happened to you if Blitzcrank hadn't found you? Would you have been killed? Perhaps there are fates worse than death.

"Before you get mad, let me explain. You see I found this really cool sword-" "Your hand isn't worth a sword!" "Hey! I said let me finish! You're a bad doctor!"

It felt like he was back in Piltover with you. Trying to explain to you why you couldn't do something. It reminded him of a lifetime ago where you had looked at him with love in your eyes.

"I never said I was a doctor Y/n." "Surgeon, my bad." Viktor finally let out a laugh. A sound he hadn't done in quite sometime.

"No, I'm a scientist." You winced as he put numbing agent in your hand. "I used to know two of those, but one of them was a dick."

"Language! Father does not like cursing," Blitz scolded. You playfully stuck out your tongue. "It's true though. He was a big meany."

"And the other one?" Viktor wanted to keep you taking. He didn't want you focused on what he was doing. He found it easier to work if the patient wasn't freaking out.

"The other one? He was a really sweet guy. He helped me a lot, especially since everybody else didn't like me. And he gave me really cool things. We were friends, at least I thought we were."

Viktor all of a sudden felt nervous working on you. He had been so cruel to you, and here you were singing his praises. He injected you with another serum, this one to help the augmentation.

"What happened to him?" Viktor was curious to see what you would say. He had already known the path he took, but did you?

"I don't really know. The last time I saw him I was getting thrown out of Piltover. It sucks because I never got to talk to him. I didn't get a chance to make things right before I left."

Viktor froze, one move away from completing the procedure. You felt like you had to make things right. It was him that made a mistake, not you. You didn't have anything to apologize for.

"You weren't the one at fault, Y/n." He felt you tense under his touch. "Wh-what?" Your eyes searched for his under his mask. You were met with glowing orbs instead.

"You weren't the one who was in the wrong and even if you were, I would still take the blame." Your eyes narrowed.

"No! No you can't do this to me. I don't know what game you're playing, but stop. Please." Of course you still hadn't figured it out. That he was right here in front of you. Viktor continued on, wanting to finish what he had foolishly started.

"I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to say those things. And I never should have treated you like that. You trusted me and tried to help me, but I was blinded by my frustration to live that I lashed out. I lost myself and in turn I lost you."

Tears were rolling down your cheeks. You were in disbelief. You didn't want to believe that the man in front of you was the very one who had captured your heart once upon a time.

"What do you get out of tormenting me?" You whispered. Viktor grabbed the edge of his mask and pulled it up. He had kept his face intact, wanting a reminder of the man he used to be.

Your eyes widened. This was real. He was real. Viktor didn't shy away from your touch as your hand grazed his cheek. He had forgotten how warm flesh could be.

"Oh, Vik. What did you do to yourself?" He pulled your hand back towards him, placing a kiss on your wrist.

"I fixed what was wrong. I became someone who was worthwhile. Someone who's not weak anymore."

"You were always perfect."

Viktor booted up his machine to finish the augmentation. Trying not to let your words affect him.

"I wasn't strong enough to be someone that could be by your side. But now... Now I just want to fix the mistakes my human mind caused."

With that, your hand started melding with a special metal. The process was painless and by then end of it, your broken hand was transformed. It looked sleek and shiny. You could feel the slight boost in strength from it.

Viktor wasn't facing you. He didn't want to see your reaction. But when has that ever stopped you. Quietly you got off the medical table and approached him. Without missing a beat, you wrapped him in a hug. The metal cool against your warm skin.

"We both need to make this right."

Masterlist

[katsukiflr]

are you mine? — denki kaminari

pairing: denki kaminari + fem!reader

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, pwp, dirty talk, praise, degradation, dumbification, crying, dom!denki, sub!reader, denki lowkey being obsessed with your clit, aged up denki

genre: pwp, friends to lovers, smut.

7046 words 

countless flirting, teasing remarks, inside jokes, and group hangouts have somehow found their way to denki’s head in between your thighs while a certain arctic monkeys song echos in the background.

a/n: HEY lol i’ve spent months on this n so enjoy getting ur cooch ate

denki was just within reach, merely a couch over and yet you stayed completely glued to the love seat. he was running his mouth with some friends of his, arms draped over the edge of the plush furniture, throwing his head back with a boisterous laugh that rang through your ears.

the atmosphere was blaring to say the least, various shades of pink and purple lights illuminating the crowded room. red solo cups scattered across the messy counters accompanied by numerous beverages. the air filled by lively sounds of laughter, chatter, screams and howls, and raucous music which you recognized as an arctic monkeys album.

through the mob and exuberant hue of the crowded room, your gaze rested upon the blonde boy who sat just ten feet away from you. kirishima, mina, bakugo, and sero had all come along with the two of you to the party, it was supposedly a “friend group thing”. but, as the night grew older, they had disappeared off into the sea of people leaving the two of you to do your own thing. you, not knowing anyone else separate from your own group of friends, chose to sit back and observe the vibrant crowd around you. denki had found some other friends to chat with which currently surrounded him on the couch.

his eyes met yours which had been unconsciously lingering upon him. he cracked a crooked smile, patting the empty surface next to him and motioning for you to come over. you jumped at the oppertunity to be in the company of someone else from your friend group in a house of strangers, especially since it just so happened to be the boy you liked.

you picked up your phone and purse that rested next to you, eagerly standing up from the couch and making your way over to him with a grin forming upon your face.

as you got closer to denki, you could really get a good look at his chosen party attire. as your eyes raked over him you felt your heart flutter. he looked so good. he wore ripped black jeans that revealed just enough of his toned thighs, a white baggy shirt, his signature choker, and silver rings adorning his long fingers. he had subtle black eyeliner smudged under his lower eyelids, something you assumed mina had convinced him into putting on.

“took you long enough, i was waiting for you.” he chuckled.

“sorry.” you roll your eyes with a lighthearted giggle, slightly nervous fingers inattentively toying with the fabric of your skirt. you then hesitantly sat down on the couch surrounded by strangers, looking up and scanning the new faces around you. denki introduced you to each of his friends. you shook all of their hands and chatted a bit to break the ice. before you knew it you were all throwing your heads back and laughing as you shared embarrassing stories about you and denki.

“don’t forget about the time when i spilled yogurt all over your shirt in the cafeteria. you had to wear backup shirt and it just happened to be my shirt from a britney spears concert!”

denki elbowed you with a loud snort making all of you erupt into a fit of laughter.

“or what about the time we went to that pond and we were feeding the ducks and you fell face first into the water. i teased you about it for months! i will never get over how funny that shit was.”

you laugh, bringing the palm of your hand to your forehead as you attempt to cover up your slight embarrassment. denki continues laughing and gives you a faux sympathetic pout when he meets your eyes once again. you nudge his leg with your own, head rising up in attempt to redeem your bruised ego.

“don’t act like you haven’t done worse. remember the time you accidentally tied your shoes together and tripped in front of midnight? midnight out of all people!” you taunt. mouth curling up into a devilish smirk as you hear the crowd around you burst into giggles.

denki nudges your knee with his, mirroring your previous actions while his elbow prods against your own. you throw your head back and laugh harder at the embarrassment shown through his actions. your eyes somehow drift downwards and you’re surprised to find his thigh pressed up against yours. sure the two of you have hugged, cuddled, and showed affection as friends but that certainly doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered every time he so much as touched you. to your surprise he doesn’t move from there and stays exactly where he is; your bare thighs that peeked out from under your tennis skirt pressed up against his clothed thigh.

denki’s hand briskly but effortlessly comes up to rest on the plushy revealed surface of your thigh. you practically choke on your own laughter, attempting to cover it up with another chuckle to avoid questioning. your eyes shift to the side where denki sits by you finding his eyes to be already on you. they rake over your face before smiling slyly at you.

his hand felt so warm and nice on you. it would most surely make you want to melt if you weren’t thinking about how his hand would feel a few inches inward, in between your legs. imagining his ring classed fingers plunging in and out of your weeping cunt, probing at the spongy spot that had you quivering and gushing. you almost felt bad having these lewd thoughts at such an innocent gesture.

denki’s hand squeezes at your thigh, tapping it before getting up off of the sofa. “______, come with me.” he proposes, extending his hand for you to take. without hesitation, almost too rapidly, you comply by placing your hand delicately on his. “okay.” you whisper.

his hand envelopes yours before tugging on your wrist gently, pulling you off to who knows where. he takes you through the messy crowd and to an opened door that leads to an unknown room. he motions for you to enter first and hesitantly you step in, not knowing who the room could belong to. it appeared to be an unoccupied guest room judging by the emptiness, lack of clutter on the surfaces of the drawers, no signs of stationary, and absence of clothing.

you make your way to the edge of the bed, sitting down before watching denki as he closes the door.

“any reason you brought me here? i thought you were having fun with your friends?” you question. his eyes flicker from his fumbling fingers to your face and he exhales, “i have to tell you something kinda important” he starts. your eyes soften and you pat the bedspread next to you suggesting that he joins you on the edge of the bed. he inches over to you while continuing to fidget with his hands. the dull sound of music fills your ears, screams muffled due to the thick walls of the closed off area the two of you were in.

he shakily exhales, a pink flush decorating his cheeks, his eyes drifting from the floor to meet yours. “i like you, like a lot. i’ve liked you for as long as i can fucking remember. i’m sorry if this ruins our friendship and for so long i didn’t wanna risk it but here i am because i can’t keep it in any longer.”

his eyes rake over the features of your face looking for any signs of disgust. you feel taken back but can’t control the way your tummy erupts in butterflies at his confession, warmth blooming in your chest and making its way all the way up to the tips of your ears. your mouth had been hanging open in silence for probably too long. the corner of your lips curve into a smile and you place your hand over your mouth. was this real? was the guy you’ve liked for ages actually confessing to you?

“oh my god denki,” you chuckle, practically unable to contain your joy and astonishment. “i like you too, ‘ve liked you for so long.”

his mouth drops open in shock before beaming with a smile so heartfelt it made your insides turn into mush. he felt like he could probably cry at the unexpected happy look on your face and the glee he felt from you reciprocating his feelings. he didn’t even take into consideration that his feelings were mutual, the thought of you being too good for him constantly lingering in the back of his mind. but now after discovering that you felt the same way, he just wanted to shower your face with butterfly kisses, wrap his arms around you, and never let go.

“i didn’t- fuck, holy shit.” he snorts, looking down at his knees bashfully which made you giggle.

“can i- uh, can i kiss you?” he questions with pleading eyes. you felt your entire body grow warm, your limbs suddenly becoming stiff. your breath got caught in your throat, heart ramming against your rib cage with vigor. was this real? you almost wanted to scream in delight, longing for nothing more than to feel his plump lips against your own.

“yeah, yes please.” you sputter. you silently curse at yourself for sounding too eager but you can’t bring yourself to care when denki looks this happy. a smile decorates his face as he reaches for your hand, lacing his long fingers with yours. his warm hands engulfing your own was a feeling you were familiar with and had come to adore. but, after your confessions, the gesture had a completely new meaning. he leans in slowly until his long, blond strands of hair were dangling in front of your eyes. the natural scent of him mixed with pine filled your nose, warm minty breath hovering over your lips. the eyelashes of his now shutting eyes fanned out as they close. his nose nudges your own before pressing his soft lips to yours.

you relish in the feeling of his plump lips against your own and the warmth of his body so close to yours. the kiss was so gentle and tender that it made you dizzy. he tasted like mint and candy and you felt absolutely inherited. he pulls away with flushed cheeks and lidded eyes, gaze flickering over your features checking for any signs of discomfort. amazingly, all he was met with were your lovesick eyes and soft smile.

he leans back in once more and attaches his lips back to yours making you sigh dreamily. you brought a hand up and delicately places it on his clothed chest. your other hand remaining laced with his simply because of how pure the gesture was and how it made your heart swell; you couldn’t bring yourself to let go. he brings his free hand up to your waist gingerly as his lips continuing to move against your own lazily but with precision. he lets go of your hand almost making you frown on his lips. but, to your surprise, he brings his other hand up to grip your waist, gently grabbing the plush of your hips and pulling you closer towards him. you bring your shaky hands up to his shoulders before coming around his neck. meanwhile, your knees were knocking together clumsily but neither of you bothered to care. not after longing for one another for so long and finally having your dreams rest in the palms of your hands. 

your whole body felt ablaze, butterflies swarming in your lower tummy. your breath stutters when his tongue swipes over your swollen lips, prying open your mouth before going to intertwine with yours. his tongue was hot against your own, tasting more and more of him with each messy swipe of it. you moan softly against his mouth: a sound that made him desperately dizzy and his eyes tempt to roll back. he moans in response, hands getting restless and the kiss growing sloppier and deeper.

you shift your weight onto your legs and sit up, knees dipping in the velvety comforter of the bed as you go to straddle him, pillowy thighs pressed against his own toned ones. his hands travel down from your hips to knead the soft flesh of your ass through your skirt. you moan softly into his mouth at the feeling of his hands gripping your skin, hands messily threading through his blonde locks. you can feel your body growing pliant against his, lust and want pooling in your tummy, and slick forming against the sheer fabric of your panties.

momentarily, his lips pull away from your own causing you to whine. both of your eyes remain closed as his forehead presses against yours. his chest was heaving slightly; you could feel his breath against your lips due to the close proximity. it had only been meer seconds but you missed the feeling of his tongue, the taste of him, and the feeling of his hands roaming your body. you felt ashamed for being so greedy for him but it was difficult to dwell upon when he seemed just as greedy for you.

“is this okay?” he breathes out, needing your explicit consent before anything could resume.

you nod, “yeah, ‘s okay. everything’s okay with you denki, i feel safe with you.” your heart was beating in your throat, embarrassment making it’s way throughout your body after hearing your last statement out loud.

it was incredibly cliche, all of it was. almost a year of stolen glances, hugs and light touches that left both of you with fluttering hearts, small gestures such as little trinkets that you’d give each other just because you thought the other would enjoy it, snarky remarks, sarcastic comments, heartfelt laughs: the good ones that made your stomach hurt, and trust built over time. all those stupid unspoken words that neither of you had the courage to tell the other, all of it led you into his embrace where he used to pray for you to be.

it was so stupid of him getting giddy over a simple statement, an incredulous smile upon his face. his heart swelled at knowing how much you trusted him. he silently thanked your eyes for being closed knowing that if they weren’t, you would see the rose flush on his cheeks caused by your words.

he hears you whimper against him, suddenly becoming very aware of the fact that you were still straddling him. he silently cursed at himself for thinking about it because now all he could think about was how he could feel the warmth that radiated from your clothed cunt right above him.

“fuck.” he groans. the longing to feel the unclothed heat of you caused his cock to throb against the rough material of his pants. he was so worried about confessing to you that he had completely forgot about what would come next if you reciprocated his feelings. he didn’t even have time to think about it because clearly his dick was thinking more than his brain.

with a sigh he presses his lips back to yours causing you to whine into him. the feeling of your tongues intertwining and his lips moving with yours was far more rough and eager than before. you had to forcefully suppress the urge to buck your hips against him and moan out for how badly you needed him. his big hands grab the softness of your thighs, gripping the doughy flesh between his fingers before pulling you further down atop his cock. you sigh into his mouth at the feeling of it against you, hips rocking into him. the friction against your clit was so good and you can practically feel yourself drooling cream through your little panties.

what was once soft was now all forgotten as his laps travel to the spot just below your ear, kissing your neck, licking and sucking at your jaw, and sighing hot breaths on your collarbone. 

“denki,” you keen, head spinning as he continues suckling at the soft skin, no doubt leaving bruises of red and purple behind come morning. your hips twitching and grinding helplessly against one another made it impossible to tell which one of you is needier.

the sound of his name falling past your lips was one which made him dizzy, a sound he wanted to hear again and again and never get tired of. it was painful how badly he wanted to elicit other little sounds from you.

“you’re so hot.” he groans, nipping at the silky fabric of your clothed shoulder. you pull your blouse off hurriedly, tossing it into the darkness as you paw at his shirt which he happily discards. your lips meet his, drowning in them once again after being apart from them for what felt like too long.

denki’s hands slide across the hot skin of your back before finding the clasp of your bra. his kiss swollen lips pulling away from your own. his pupils were blown with lust along with your own, cheeks rosy and his lips parted. denki searches your features for consent. you nod rapidly, growing needier by the minute and desperately needing to feel his tongue against your skin. your bra is slung off into the shadows of the dim-lit room, your breasts now in denki’s view. his mouth drops open, gawking at the supple mounds of flesh, taking in how incredibly soft and pliable they are.

“h-holy shit. ” he rasps, “you’re so beautiful.”  the callous of his knuckles brush gently against your puffy nipples. denki’s fingers take each nipple between them and brush against them gingerly, pinching at them so gently it almost felt like he was purposefully doing so. your back arches into his touch at the action, mouth dropping open in a whine.

“denki please.” you whimper.

“shh, i’ll take care of you.” he assures. with fingers digging into your supple thighs, denki picks you by the underside of them and drops you on your back, the silk mattress bouncing beneath you. he takes a moment to admire you in the golden light of the darkened room. his mouth drops open in a low groan as his eyes rake over your figure. your hair was tousled and fanned out against the mattress behind you, the marks he proudly left decorating your neck, your kiss swollen lips wet from your messy kissing, your breasts spilled out against your chest, and your skirt hitching up along with your socks digging into your silky thighs.

he makes his way over to you, his figure hovering over your own. denki’s hands come to grip your breasts, fingers tweaking and toying with your sensitive nipples. he hums as he watches them pebble under his touch. you mewl, body rippling against his touch in bliss. his bruised lips meet your own once more before traveling down the valley of your breasts, kissing at the skin which burned under his lips. he suckles on one of your nipples, tongue tracing the sensitive bud languidly while reviling in the way you thrash under him. “denki” you moan softly, feeling the way his teeth gently graze over your nipples, nipping at them before soothing it over with his tongue.

his tongue licks and sucks it’s way down to the revealed skin of your tummy. he smiles, pressing kisses into the hot skin, kissing at your hips and caressing your skin as if you were made of thin paper and one harsh movement would cause you to crumple beneath him.

his hand travels to your hip, fumbling fingers finding the zipper of your skirt as he continues cupping and licking your breasts. he takes his time worshiping and kissing your skin, leaving no part untouched. his fingers reach to tug at your zipper but before that, his eyes met yours for your permission. “can i, angel? he whispers.

you knew what this was leading to him doing and unexpectedly, a wave of insecurity rushes over you. it was in the same way that a single red shirt in the washing machine colors all the white clothes pink; it starts with one and then it spirals. before you knew it, you wanted to cover yourself up completely. did he really want to go down on you or is it that he felt compelled to because he felt bad for you?

“wait wait, denki. you don’t- you don’t have to.”

denki’s hands freeze in place, his eager expression replaced with one of worry and what you hope to be empathy. he was slightly surprised by your words, how you assumed he didn’t want to eat you out and it was simply out of pity. he tilted his head to the side with wide eyes like a lost puppy. “what’s wrong? _____, are you ok baby? do you want to stop?”

you find his wrist that held the top of your skirt and wrap your fingers around it, your thumbs gently stroking the soft skin. “i’m okay! it’s just...” you tilt your head to the side; suddenly the pale walls of the room were far more interesting than his gaze. you felt the tips of your ears grow warm in embarrassment, “i don’t know denki... what if it’s gross for you? i don’t know.”

you bashfully tilt your head back in his direction, your eyes meeting his golden irises. surprisingly you were met with kind eyes and a tender smile. his free hand reaches down to engulf yours that remained around his wrist, intertwining it with his own. his other hand moves from the zipper of your skirt to cup your face lovingly. you nuzzle yourself into his hand and your lashes flutter closed while you inhale deeply. “i don’t want you to feel that you have do this if you don’t wanna.” you mutter quietly.

he runs his thumb across your cheek, his heart aching at the thought of you feeling unworthy of his own genuine affection. “_____, don’t think for a second i don’t want to do this. i want to make you feel good, i want to taste you. want it so fucking bad you have no idea.” he flashes you a soft grin, “‘kay? if you don’t want this that’s okay sweetheart, we can go do something else. but don’t even think that you don’t deserve this; you deserve to feel good. the fact that you’re letting me touch you like this is fucking— more than i could ever want. i’ve liked you for as long as i can remember so be able to do this for you is literally my dream come true. okay? you deserve to feel good and i’d love to show you how much you deserve it if you’ll let me. will you let me make you feel good angel?”

you feel your heart burst, your cheeks burning impossibly more than they were already. it was like he could see into your mind; your insecurities and negative thoughts were sprawled out in front of him like cards. he suddenly had the winning hand, damn him.

you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling up inside of you, the wave relief and newfound respect for yourself his words brought to you. you hoped your emotions weren’t too visible by your expression. little did you know you were beaming and your eyes were already glassing over with tears.

you nod meekly, “yeah, please.” your glassy yes met his and denki happily responds with a nod of his own. he brings his head up, head ducking down towards yours. he presses his lips to your forehead with a featherlight touch and you smile softly at the action. he then brings his head back down so it’s placed back in front of your hips. he struggles with the back of your tight skirt, fingers curling into it before wiggling the zipper down, peeling it off of your thighs and over your knees.

you’re left in black thigh highs that dig into the flesh of your thighs and thin painties that do nothing to hide your weeping cunt. he groans lowly, eyes raking over your curves and the damp spot in between your legs. 

“look at you pretty girl. can’t- can’t even fuckin’ believe you’re real.” he says as he watches you writhe underneath him and your thighs tremble in anticipation. his lips find the soft skin of your exposed tummy and he begins leaving a trail of wet kisses, making his way down your body as his fingers dig into your plush hips. the steady beat of the music echoes throughout the crowded room adjacent to yours, a familiar tune ringing through you ears. you soon recognize it as “R U mine?” by the artic monkeys. the lyrics linger in your mind as denki continues kissing your skin, your mind growing hazy with each peck of his lips.

you whine his name as he presses a kiss to your clothed cunt, tongue running over the warm fresh spot of slick. you grasp at his hair between your fingers and press your hips up into his mouth, it would have all too felt embarrassing if you weren’t so utterly desperate to feel his tongue on you. 

he holds your hips down to the bed forecefuly, “stay still. yeah? stay still and i’ll make you cum as many times as you want.”

the cute pitchy whine you let out at his words is heavenly and he suddenly becomes very aware that his patience is growing impossibly thin, threatening to slip away. he dips his fingers into the top of your panties peeling them off of you, a string of slick connects them to your sticky folds and he moans at the sight, wanting nothing more than to feel you gush on his tongue.

“sweetheart, your little pussy is s’cute.”

he grips your thighs in his hands, beginning to press wet open mouth kisses along your skin. he sucks at the warm slick that coats them, once in a while stopping to suck and lick marks that he could admire. you can feel his hot breath against your inner thighs, just within reach of where you needed him most. eventually his face finds its way right in front of your cunt, glossy n soaking. he’s admiring it ravenously, watching you drip cream with every desperate clench. his eyes meet yours, your fluttering lashes closed and fanning against the top of your cheeks, mouth dropping open in a soft moan when he presses a soft kiss to your clit.

your thighs quiver around his head when dips his tongue into your weeping hole and licks up everything you had to offer. “denki, s’good” his eyes peak up from between your thighs and you keen. “please please please-“ he licks up your slit before attaching his lips to your puffy clit, sucking harshly causing your words to become reduced to incomprehensible babbles.

he moans into your drizzling cunt, tongue swiping over your wet folds and toying with your clit. “needy little slut.” he grumbles, his fingers digging in impossibly deeper into your quivering thighs. he’s messy and relentless but it’s so good and your body can’t help but writhe in pleasure. 

“aw you’re shaking, does that feel good?” he coos, the condescending edge of his words making your cunny clench and flutter. he relishes in your cries of his name, chanting with fervor your back arches off the mattress that he’s kept pinned you down against. his cock is impossibly hard, it’s almost painful. the blushing pink tip sensitive and neglected, leaking precum all over the inside of his pants. his pants feel tight, too tight. the saccharine taste of you combined with each whimper that leaves your lips has him moaning into your pussy and bucking his hips against the mattress in an attempt to get any kind of relief. he didn’t even care if he came in his pants at this point and with the way you reacted to his touch, he wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“ ‘s too much!” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes as he suckles on your clit, tongue toying with it softly. he does a particularly harsh suck, sucking it between his wet lips before pulling away with a “pop!” to really hear you cry out and watch your little clit twitch. he lets go of one of your thighs and suddenly a nimble finger prods against your hole before sheathing itself within you. there was practically no resistance, the velvet heat of your gummy walls greeted him eagerly, sucking him in. “denki! ” your hands find their way to his golden hair, tugging brutally which caused denki to whine against your cunt.

“you begged for this, now be a good girl ‘n take it.” he orders whilst his finger curls up, poking at the spongy patch of tissue that has you shaking and moaning. he continues licking at your sticky folds languidly, lips suckling and practically making out with your cunt. his tongue collected your cream, lapping it all up before swallowing with a low moan. it made your entire body tremble and shiver under him. “that’s it, good girl,”

“denki, denki p-please!” you whimper, gluttonous walls clenching avidly, greedy for more. the painful stretch mixed with pure bliss has you blinking tears through your lashes, your bottom raw from biting it so hard. before you could stop it, hot tears began to roll down your burning cheeks.  “want more.” you pant. he peers up at you through his lashes, eyes wide in pure adoration and fascination. you were so pliant, your body so responsive to his touch he couldn’t help but marvel at you.

“greedy little thing” he grumbles with a smirk. he slips his other finger into your cunt which easily sucked him in due to how embarrassingly soaked you were. denki’s fingers curled against your doughy walls, searching for the spot that made you see stars. once his fingers nudged it, all you could do was shake and gush, moaning and whining his name as if you were a broken record.

his kissed your clit with the softest suck to really hear you cry out. you hiccup, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling and toes curling. “‘m i making you feel good honey?” he mumbles, pulling away from your puffy clit momentarily and curling his fingers more rapidly. you couldn’t even answer, the feeling of his fingers was making you absolutely dumb. you were incapable of even thinking for yourself anymore.

a broken moan found its way past your lips, messy cunt fluttering around his fingers. denki forced himself to tare his gaze away from your cunny to see the tears streaming down your face accompanied by the blissful and dumb expression you wore. the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his ring cladded fingers was hypnotizing. “dumb little baby, can’t even answer can you? ‘s okay, dumb sluts don’t have to think.”

denki tore his eyes away from you to watch the way you swallowed his fingers eagerly. he was in awe at the way they were coated in more and more of your translucent white cream with every pump of them inside you. the way slick would gush, dribbling down all the way to his hand and onto the ivory comforter underneath you. he craved more of it, for more of your little noises, and for the way your soft walls clenched and hugged his fingers. denki was overcome with the overwhelming need to be drenched in your dewy slick.

your glassy eyes met his and he couldn’t help but moan, hips bucking into the soft fabric of the mattress in search for any kind of friction. he reattached his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud and marveling at the way it felt on his tongue. “denki, ‘m gonna- gonna cum.” you whimper, hands tugging eagerly at his blonde locks. he pants out a light chuckle with a smirk, scissoring his fingers inside you rapidly.

“please, please- d-denki!” you sob as his tongue dips into your fluttering hole, lapping at the saccharine cream gushing out of you. he works his fingers in deeper, dragging the rough pads of his fingertips along your tender walls while resuming his unrelenting assault on your clit. it was so much, you were shaking everywhere and you weren’t even sure you were able to form coherent sentences anymore. your mind was blank from his tongue ‘n fingers, nothing but pleasure coursing through your body. “gonna- cum!”

words couldn’t describe how greedy he was to feel you cum on his tongue. how eager he was to feel your pussy clench oh so tightly around his fingers while you gushed and coated them in the prettiest shades of milky white. denki’s cock twitched at the thought of lapping it all up only to make you do it again and again until you were sobbing. he needed to feel it running down his chin and dripping down his hand.

“yeah bunny? be a good girl and cum on my tongue. c’mon, make me proud”

with one final kiss to your clit, you came with a hiccup and a strangled cry of denki’s name. shocks of white hot pleasure shoot through your body as you drenched his fingers. you trembled, thighs quivering and squeezing at the sides of his head. your lips parted ‘n tongue lolling out, eyelashes fluttering shut, back arching off of the silk mattress, and broken moans leaving your lips as you feel your cunt gush and cream on his tongue. your gummy walls hugged at his fingers tightly, clenching and unclenching as your little hole drooled all over his fingers and trickled down his hand, coating them in milky cream.

“good girl.” he cooed, tongue softly tracing circles on your clit, working you through the crashing waves of your orgasm as you trembled underneath him. he smirked at the way your cunt would flutter and quiver in sensitivity, hips wiggling in an futile attempt to escape his mouth because it was becoming too much. “messy little slut.” he grunts.

your body settles down, the trembling subsiding and your little whines being reduced to small pants and sighs. denki reluctantly pulls away from your cunt, his hair disbelieved and askew from your pulling, apples of his cheeks dusted with pink, pupils blown, and his chin soaked. he looks at you through lidded eyes, chest heaving as he brings his fingers to his mouth before pushing them past his lips. he suckles at the cream that coats them before bringing them out of his mouth with a wet “pop!”

“you did so good for me bunny, came real nice ‘n hard for me, yeah? c’mere.” he makes his way up your body, hand finding the soft skin of your hip and meets your lips. he presses his puffy slick stained ones to your own, your hands cupping his cheeks. he feels you smile softly into the kiss and can’t help but smile back. his hand finds the back of your neck and deepen the kiss. you could taste yourself on his tongue and it shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. it was so nasty and made your cunt throb in sensitivity, your hips bucking into his unexpectedly.

he chuckles, a low sound that rumbled against you. denki pulls away from your lips only to gaze in your eyes to see the greediness held within them. “you want more? hm? you’re so greedy.” he mutters condescendingly. you nod eagerly, fingers coming to thread through his golden hair. you didn’t even have it in you to be embarrassed at this point, you just needed to go dumb from his tongue again.

he kisses your neck softly before bringing his hands back to your thighs, prying them apart and pulling his body down so he was face to face with your glossy cunt once more. “it’s okay pretty girl, just let me take care of you.” he hums. he brings a finger to drag through your messy folds, mouth stretching into a smirk at the milky cream that dripped from it. he dives back in with a moan, kissing ‘n sucking at your clit eagerly. anything to get you to cum on his tongue again and again. he runs his tongue over the raw bud and chuckles when he sees you already shaking underneath him in sensitivity.

“sensitive?” he questions, tongue running up and down your slit, eyes peering up to meet yours.

“y-yeah, fuck.” you whine. he hums in agreement against you and grabs at your thighs, bringing you impossibly closer to his lips with a moan. you were practically grinding your cunt on his face at this point, unable to sit still. he took notice into this and held your hips down, pulling away from your pussy which caused you to whine. “uh uh, stay still.” he orders.

once your hips are pinned down successfully, he resumes his sloppy assault on your cunt. this time, so much slower; practically lazily. he was doing this on purpose of course, to tease you. he wanted to see your hips squirm against nothing, unable to move, and to see more tears spilling down your cheeks.

he traced circles around your clit with his tongue ever so gently, running his tongue down your slit before licking into your gushing hole. he thrusts his tongue in and out of you softly, nose pressed against your clit and cheeks squished against your dripping cunny. the mixture of spit and slick was so messy and couldn’t help but hiccup, tears begin streaming down your hot cheeks once more. you reach out, hand searching to grab something; the sheets, his hair, anything. he smiles against your cunt, bringing his hand up to intertwine with yours.

“denki, it’s s’good. w-wanna cum, please!” you moan brokenly, body trembling with inescapable desire. you could only assume how embarrassing you sounded, hiccuping and begging as if you were a little child throwing a fit.

he brings his mouth back to your puffy clit, grazing it over with his teeth gingerly before sucking it into his mouth. he pulls away and presses another kiss to it, eyes peeking up from in between your legs to see the way tears webbed through your eyelashes and your lips trembled. “shhh,” he coos. “ ‘s okay baby.” he grazes his thumb over your inner thigh reassuringly, silently telling you he’ll take care of you.

you throw your head back against the cushiony pillows once he resumes licking and lapping at your clit, sucking at the bud until it was raw and twitching against his lips. you were so close, he could see and feel your thighs trembling around his head. he was just as and arguably more eager than you were to feel you cum on his tongue. he needed to feel you drench his chin in slick once more, to hear the way you babbled and cried out, and to watch the way your breasts bounced slightly as you shook and gushed. he brought two fingers up to your drooling hole, seething themselves inside you once more in an attempt to bring you over the edge faster.

you felt your impending orgasm as he sucks and spits around your folds, fingering and scissoring your pussy open as his fingers brush over the spongy spot inside you. before you could even comprehend it, you’re gushing and leaking all over his wrist. he just smirks against you, licking at your clit. he can’t contain his amusement as you cream over his face and wiggle underneath his grip, cumming real nice ‘n hard on his tongue once more.

before he can even register it, he’s bucking his hips into the soft mattress underneath him and cumming untocuhed with his face buried in your cunt. he’s moaning into your messy folds; the taste of you and the feeling of his cock twitching and leaking cum in his pants becoming overbearing.

“that’s it, good girl. you’re so good for me pretty baby.” he whispers, out of breath from his orgasm. his thumb grazes over your knuckles as his hand stays intertwined with yours. you have to practically push him away with your hand, his tongue feeling all too much against your sensitive cunt at this point. he manages to detach himself from you though he wanted to feel you do that on his face half a dozen times more. your slick was visibly running down his chin and onto his neck, a few droplets getting onto his white cotton shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

he makes his way up your body once both of your orgasms have subsided, hands finding their way to your tear stained cheeks and caressing them gently with his thumbs. he presses his lips to both of your cheeks, to the tip of your nose which made you giggle, to your forehead, and then finally to your lips. he whispered praises into your ear, mumbling how good you were for him, how pretty you looked cumming for him, and how lucky he is to have you. all as you press kisses to his cheeks and thread your fingers through his hair.

”oh. oh- denki, do you want me to...?” you question, pulling your head away, eyes flickering over the crotch of his black ripped jeans. you assumed after making you cream on his tongue twice and putting your pleasure happily in front of his own, that his cock was impossibly hard and searching for relief. his cheeks flush rosy pink, eyelashes fluttering shut bashfully and burying his head in your neck for a reason you hadn’t understood yet. he shyly lifts his head and meets your eyes, making sure you saw the obvious flickering his eyes did from yours to the crotch of his pants. 

it wasn’t clicking for you.

“i kinda...” he starts, burying his head back in your neck with a groan. once you put the pieces together and gather what he was suggesting, you gasped; mouth dropping open in exasperation. did he really just cum from eating you out? the thought itself sent heat rushing to your cheeks, your chest fluttering, and heat pooling in your tummy.

“denki... did you-, you liked it that much?”

“shut up.”

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for @hajiswife lol u asked for a dt months ago and i’m SO sorry this is so late but i hope u enjoy love <33