#forgot there were icicles until now

[midnightcrows]

They paused, breathing hard. Blood showed plainly on the bizarre orange armour, blooming in startling curls and petals; less so on the black Drearburh leathers, but the floor around Nonius's feet was splattered red. The Sleeper's golden mask remained smooth and perfect, wheras Nonius had gained a gash down his cheek and a split lip.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

need to be in the middle of a ghost and soap sandwich 🤤

I actually couldn’t help myself 🥲 i had to write a lil somethin for this, like omg

Dark!ghost x reader x Dark!Soap

CW: kidnapping

The first emotion that hits you when see their watchful eyes leering out of the shadows comes as a surprise. You don’t feel the fear first, or the heart grinding intimidation that follows, your first feeling is of relief.

You come from a long line of terrible men that work in the dark. Ever a servant of them, the runt and the youngest of the family, you know what happens when they’re made to be targets. You don’t see the enemy coming, instead you stand having a conversation, going about your day like always - until the moment comes when your skull shatters into tiny pieces and your blood sprays out like a high pressure sprinkler jet.

No one ever sees their assassins coming.

Therefore you decide that you’re safe in the knowledge that the men that are slowly and purposefully striding towards the patio aren’t here to kill you. Though your ease recedes the moment you wonder what they could want from someone like you.

Your throat clenched. You forgot that you could scream.

You have no connections to any of your family’s dealings and you’re not particularly well liked either. If they were to hold you for ransom you’d only end up dead…or maybe they didn’t know that yet, you thought chillingly.

The men’s massive frames were close to looming over you now. You could feel the weight of their shadows crushing you as they rose over your feet and slowly swallowed the light over your body. One wore a skull mask and the other had his face bear, his expression set in a hauntingly icy scowl. It’s enough to wring a chill out of you, working it’s way up and down your spine like a jolt of electricity. Your whole body was wired when they come to a stop in front of you.

“Wh- what do you want?” You whispered, staring between the two sets of narrowed eyes.

Neither of them said anything to begin with. They shared a brief look toward each other before locking their eyes on you again. The one with his face uncovered smiled, it didn’t reach his frosty blue eyes.

“Why’re you askin’?” He chuckled. “Will you give us what we want if we tell you?”

His words form an icicle in your chest. It rips through your insides and stabs at your lungs. The way he said that, the way he leered at you as he said it… maybe they were going to kill you. Though not until they had their fun.

Your lip wobbled and the slow tremors that had been wracking your body had descended into full blown shakes. It was if a hurricane had broken out between you all, as if their shadows had swallowed up all the warmth left in the world.

“Poor thing,” the masked man cooed, clicking his tongue patronisingly. “You’re shaking hard, sweetheart.”

“That’s right…shaking like a little scared kitten,” the other chimes.

They both have accents. They’re not from around your parts.

You widen your eyes, taking a step back as they start to move in closer. Their strides far outmatch yours. The dance between you all is short and your faltering steps take you straight back into the wall. Your chest is struggling to keep up with your tiny breaths.

“Please.”

“Please what?” The masked man asks, leaning his forearm on the wall above you.

You shudder underneath him.

“Don’t…Don’t hurt me.”

The unmasked man comes to your side and drags you toward his chest, you were powerless to stop him. It was like your body had cemented itself into place like a statue, unable to move yourself and only able to be manipulated. The man’s body was hard, it wasn’t just the extensive body armour he wore, his arms were solid across your centre.

“We’re only here right now because we don’t want to hurt you, isn’t that right Ghost?”

‘Ghost’ pushes himself off the wall and turns to face you again. Now that his friend has you pinned up against him, you’re powerless to stop him gripping your chin. The rough material of his ripped up gloves catches on your soft skin.

“Mm, that’s right. Terrible shame to ruin somethin’ so pretty. Look at you.”

He tilts your chin up at the last second, forcing you to look directly into the depthless oceans that are boring holes into you. You feel the man behind you start to raise his arm, ever so slowly he snakes his hand up your front and comes to a stop at your collarbone. I’m only a few seconds he’s gripping your neck, breath hot at your ear.

“Of course we can always follow through with our original orders…we can still kill you,” he says, a smile playing in the undertones of his whisper. “Or…you could come with us. Let us take you somewhere nice and safe, be our little plaything if you fancy.”

Ghost holds your gaze the entire time that his friend speaks, there’s a glint in his eyes that’s unmistakable. You can tell he’s grinning like a poltergeist as he continues to loom over you, trailing his fingers down your face and arms and hair and anywhere he cares to really.

You can’t give them an answer. Your lips are closed tight, you feel like you’re underwater. If you were to open your mouth you felt like you might drown.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Ghost croons. “We’ll take care of you. You can trust us.”

It’s too much. They’re both pressed up against you too hard, their breaths are so hot and jagged with menace, and their looming statures make you feel like a mouse. You feel yourself sob and try to breathe despite yourself.

“Don’t cry, pretty thing. Just say yes and we can go somewhere nice and cosy. We can leave all this unpleasantness behind, yeah? Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your mouth falls open, a silent scream billowing forth. It sounds like a last dying breath. Soaps hand clamps over your lips like a gag, his heavy tuts are echoing in your ears soon after.

“Now that won’t do,” Ghost chides. “That won’t do at all.”

He draws a knife from one of his many pockets, a long one. It gleams in the moonlight and reflects into your eyes, forcing you to squint even as you shy from it. As if you had anywhere to go. You were stuck to his friend like a rat in a glue trap.

Ghost took his knife and brandished it in front of you, allowing you to get a feel for it’s size, it was about the length of your forearm. It could have killed you in seconds. All of a sudden your pulse quickened and you felt your vision go hazy.

He let the knife drop to his side and took your chin in his other hand again. His pupils were wide as he looked down at you. The wolf had caught his prey, he didn’t need to play with you any longer now. This was the moment. Would he kill you or spare you?

“We’ll only ask once more, sweetheart. Do you wanna come with us or would you like us to follow our orders?” He asked, voice raspy with anticipation.

“I’ll take my hand away now,” Soap said. “If you try to scream we’ll assume you choose the latter option.”

All at once your mouth is free again, and before you can even think to process what’s been said you find words are spilling out of your lips unbidden.

“I’ll c-come with you. Just don’t hurt me please, I’ll come. Just- j- please…” you whine, your breaths finally cutting off your last sentence.

Both men unclench their muscles, Ghosts shoulders roll down and his eyes upturn with joy. The knife in his left hand disappears into his jacket once more and he takes a step back, allowing you a little breathing room even if you were still pressed up against the Scotsman.

“Don’t you worry, we won’t hurt you,” the other man soothes. “No one’s gonna hurt you ever again, darlin’. Right, Ghost?”

“Right. It’s just like Soap says, we’ll take you somewhere nice. You can stop shaking now. Just listen to us and do as we say and you won’t worry about anything ever again.”

As reassuring as he’s pretending to be you can see right through the facade. Though you’re powerless to do anything against them. And so you gently nod and glue your eyes to the ground, putting one foot in front of the other as the now named Soap motions for you to get walking.

Each step feels like a nail, every little scrape of your feet on the tiles is like a hammer against coffin wood. You can’t help the tears from flowing.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re ok,” Ghost whispers, reaching over and wiping at your tears. “You’re ours now.”

[riddle-me-ri]

He has a crush on another villain henchwoman. She is arguing with her boss in the next room and he hears a slap sound. When he goes to find out what happened Y/N is touching her red cheek looking shocked. 

For Riddler BTAS, ZY, YJ, Arkhamverse

A/N: protective Eddie, protective Eddie, protective Eddie. I’m so here for it. Also for these scenarios I’m coming up with a villain of my own, and it’s all the same bad guy, and he’ll just be referred to as “boss” via the reader, cause I can’t come up with an original villain name nor do I wanna use some of the other rogues cause I don’t want anyone to think I’m implying anything about that rogue (albeit I know none of them are opposed to hurting anyone, but no one they cared about or that was close…well to an extent..I’m just gonna drop it rip)

Also, so sorry uhh this scenarios slightly deviate from your set-up Pati, I just didn’t want it to get too repetitive lol but the idea and the reactions are still there 

Trigger Warnings: strong language, abuse, and violence. If this sorta scenario is triggering, please disregard!

Riddlers x F!Reader - You Shouldn’t Have Done That

Arkhamverse Riddler: 

The loud slap from behind the door made his blood run icicle cold. 

In his mind, all the times he’d been slapped, punched, choked, and beaten by Batman played back in rapid succession. He will never admit how much those assault hurt him or how much the trauma genuinely effected his psyche. As much as he’d like the idea of someone holding his face or caressing him, he knew he’d likely flinch away in fear of being struck again. 

Now, that, that is probably what you are experiencing. He refused to have that mental and physical damage happen to you too.

Edward twisted the door knob until it was about to be yanked off the hinges. Until he quickly recovered and began picking the lock. 

He could hear you start crying softly from the thin door, but he had to remain focused. 

The door slammed open. You were on the ground, your back leaning against your boss’ desk. Whimpering, curling into yourself in the fetal position. Your boss looming over you with some proud smirk on his face. 

“See? This is what happens…WHEN YOU TALK BACK TO ME!” 

When Ed finally took in the scene before him, all he saw was red. “You won’t DARE want to find out what happens NEXT IF you HIT HER AGAIN!” 

Your boss jumped and spun around to the direction of the voice. 

“R-R-Riddler…what the hell are you-”

“That’s Mr. Riddler to you! Back away from her IMMEDIATELY! I promise you will regret what happens if you disobey!” 

“What? Her?” Your boss started chuckling. “C’mon, she ain’t worth–”

“Just goes to show how imbecilic your working cranium ACTUALLY is, and just how little you truly know…if not nothing. GET OUT!” 

Your boss was fairly new to the underworld, slowly trying to climb the ranks higher and higher. He had yet to come across any of Batman’s iconic Rogues Gallery. He never planned on it. Plus no one wanted to be part of Riddler’s games if they could avoid it. Your boss ran past Ed and out of the office, but not before Edward planted a tracker on your boss’ coattails.

The lump in his throat got bigger, his heart beat faster, and his cheeks reddened when you gave him a soft thankful kiss for the rescue. 

Capullo/Zero Year Riddler:

You were a sniveling mess. You kept trying to dry up your tears that were still falling. As you rubbed your nose along your sleeve, there was a slight sting to your cheek. 

Your boss was an asshole but you would never have thought…you didn’t even do anything wrong. You didn’t even “talk back.” You were just asking a question. 

As you made your way out of the building, officially putting an end to this shit day. You were taken aback by a man wearing a gratuitous amount of green. 

“Hellooo..” Edward was leaning against the side of his car, wiggling his fingers at you. 

Oh, shit. You forgot you were going on a date with him after work. 

Ed stood up from his car and walked toward but could tell something was off. 

“Hey, what’s the matter–I haven’t even said any–”

“Don’t!” You cut him off, “please, just don’t not today..”

“I’m sorry…I-I we’ll have to make a rain check..”

You tried to walk past him and catch a cab, but he pulled you back. 

“Ed! Please…”

You looked up at him and were shocked to see a rather stoic look on his face. He was examining your cheek, no doubt still brightly red with some lingering finger marks on it from the strike. Then bright blazing green eyes stared into your own. 

“I-It’s fine.”

“Who?”

You shook your head. Ed started walking straight towards your building. 

“Wait–Ed! No!” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back. Just stay here.” 

You reached your hand out in a feign attempt to stop him, but he was already walking straight into the building. 

A few minutes go by, before you know it a flood of people start screaming and running out of the building. You’re still standing by Ed’s car. Startled and confused in all the hysterics surrounding you.

Something about Riddler…something about gunshots and the boss man…

Edward strolled out behind the crowd, swinging his cane and whistling a happy-go-lucky tune. 

“C’mon honey. Let’s get your face cleaned up and I’ll treat ya to dinner, huh? I may even foot the bill this time.”

BTAS Riddler: 

Edward was anxiously shuffling on the balls of his feet. He’s never felt this way about anyone before, but he wanted to make the proper steps to court you. A good place to start he figured was leave a bouquet of flowers on your desk, with a sweet note attached to it.

However, as he made his way to your office, he rudely bumped shoulders with a taller, scruffier looking man storming out of your office. Ed was annoyed, but tried not to make a scene for your sake, as he opened your door to your office. 

Only to find you in your chair behind your desk. You were weeping, tenderly patting your reddened cheek. You look up at Edward who stood there speechless. Hurriedly, you tried to wipe your tears and fix your uniform. 

“E-Eddie…um..w-what a nice surprise..I um…sorry, sorry. I’m a little out of sorts at the moment.” 

“Y/N…darling, d-did that man who just left..”

“Edward, please!” You jumped from your seat to meet Ed in the middle of your office. “H-He’s my boss…I…I’m okay..”

“No, you’re not! No one has the right to harm you! Whether it’s your boss or the Batman!” Ed declared. He handed you the flowers and began making his way out your office. 

“Eddie, please.” You put a hand to his shoulder which made him stop to look back at you. 

“Please…just…not here…hm? I need you here with me, please?” You sniffled. 

Whatever rage was flaring his green eyes softly simmered as he looked at your soft tired face. His death grip on your door knob slowly dropped. He grabbed the hand that was on his shoulder and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. 

“Of course, darling.”

The next morning at work. 

“Hey, what happened to the boss?” One of your co-workers asked. 

You stopped from getting your daily coffee to eavesdrop. 

“I heard the Riddler put him through the ringer, literally fried the boss man’s brain. He can’t walk, talk, nothin! Reduced to a full grown infant!” 

You couldn’t help but smirk behind your cup at the news. 

Young Justice Riddler: 

Edward was not always one for confrontation, especially when he knew he would be outnumbered and/or outstrengthed. If he could talk or weasel his way out of something he absolutely would. 

However, when he saw you get struck by your boss. Sure he was frozen in place but not nearly as long as he usually was.

Ed never was great at hiding his feelings for you, and this next move solidified that notion. Removing any sort of doubt you may have had left. 

“You shouldn’t have done that!” He threatened your boss. 

“Oh, yeah? And what’re you gonna do about it, sonny?” Your boss asked, condescendingly, looking between you and Ed. “Bitch deserved it.” 

“No she didn’t!” Ed snarled. “But you deserve this.” 

“Eddie?” You asked softly as you scooted over to the side of the room he was on. 

He pulled out a small device that looked like a small remote control from his jacket pocket. Before your boss had a chance to let out another smart quip, thousands of volts of electricity left the small remote control and landed on various parts of your boss’ body. Especially his face and head. 

Edward held the button down, sending more and more volts to your boss’ nervous system. 

“Eddie!” You shouted.

You saying his name broke him out of his reverie and he released the trigger. Your boss plopped to the floor like a dead weight. Every now and then he was twitching. 

“A-Are you okay?” Ed got down on your level on the floor and looked over your wounded cheek. 

You took his hand in yours and smiled softly at him. “I-I’ll be okay, especially with you around. Thank you.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

Now there were two unconscious bodies on the floor.

[akariarda]

Trip

The old elemental masters, Wu, Garmadon and Misako go on a trip.

Request from ao3!

"Are we going now?" Lilly sighed as she waited for the others to get ready.

"Here we are." Garmadon replied and came to Lilly and Misako who were waiting.

"And the others?" Misako asked.

"They are getting ready," Garmadon replied.

"Here I'am!" Libber shouted as she carried bags with her.

"Why do you have so much stuff?" Garmadon looked at her confused.

"I'm helping Maya carry things."Libber said and unloaded things into the van they had rented.

"We're going on a one-day trip," Misako gasped. "Not a two-week trip."

"Sorry for making you wait," Maya said, and behind her, Ray carried more bags of things.

"Why do you need all of that!?" Lilly asked in despair.

"If we need anything." Maya shrugged casually. "Medicine, food, spare clothes, more food.."

"I don't think all that will fit in the van." Garmadon sighed.

"It has to!" Maya said decisively. "What if something happens to us, I only brought the essentials..."

"Let's go get Wu," Misako said and pulled a confused Garmadon by the hand. "Knowing him, he's probably meditating."

~~~~~~

"Finally, we're going!" Lilly said and started the rented van.

"Wait," Wu said to her. "Why are you driving?"

"I rented the van," Lilly said and started driving.

"Can I drive part of the way?" Garmadon got up from his seat.

"We'll see..." Lilly sighed.

"Amidst all this chaos, I forgot where we're going." Libber shrugged.

"Hiroshima labyrinth." Wu said thoughtfully. "A beautiful place.."

"It also has significant historical meaning," Misako started to say, but was interrupted by Ray.

"Please Misako, not while we're driving." He said in a nauseous voice.

"He's sick of driving." Maya said and patted him on the shoulders.

"Don't tell me," Garmadon said quietly so that Maya wouldn't hear him.

~~~~~~

"Here we are!" Wu exclaimed excitedly and was the first to get out of the vehicle. "Beautiful Hiroshima labyrinth."

"It's finally over." Ray said and started to vomit into the nearest bushes.

"Now we need someone who knows the way," Libber pointed out.

"And someone who will carry all of our things.." Maya insisted.

"Who is in favor of leaving the bigger things in the vehicle?" Lilly asked. Everyone raised their hand except Maya and Ray.

"Then it's decided." Garmadon said and started walking.

"Wait a minute!" Wu protested. "Who said you're leading?"

"I've been here the most times." Garmadon insisted and continued to lead them.

~~~~~~

"Hey, Garmadon honey.." Misako approached Garmadon who was at the head of the group. "Doesn't it seem like we've been walking a little too long?"

"We've been walking too long." Wu stopped. "Well done, you've lost us.."

Garmadon turned sharply towards Wu, and gave him a sharp look. He was about to say something, but Lilly interrupted him.

"Let's not argue, we need to find a way out, somehow." Maya said.

"Misako, Wu, you've been here. Do you know anything?" Ray asked them.

"No," Misako shook her head.

"Not really.." Wu sighed.

"Shh!" Libber said from a nearby stump.

"I hear something.."

"The ground is a little restless.." Lilly reluctantly noticed.

They all listened intently and were ready for battle.

"Stay behind me," Garmadon whispered to Misako in her ear.

"Oh, don't worry, I can handle it myself," Misako said somewhat offended and stood next to him.

Garmadon made a face at that but didn't say anything to her.

"It's approaching," Ray said tensely.

"Wait a minute!" Libber said and approached.

"Do we think the same?" Misako asked her and came to her.

"What do you mean?!" Ray asked them. "The Stone Widow, the giant Poisonous Icicle,large snake.."

Garmadon shuddered at the last suggestion.

"Oh, just a harmless animal." Libber waved her hand.

"It's just a little monkey." Lilly said when the little monkey came out of hiding.

"Good little monkey." Maya gently approached the monkey. "Where's your mom?"

The monkey stayed around them for a while until they realized it was trying to steal their food.

"Not a good little monkey!" Wu yelled when it started jumping on him.

"He's trying to steal the van keys!" Lilly warned when the monkey targeted her.

"Watch out!" Maya shouted and sprayed the monkey with a stream of water.

~~~~~~

"It was a good day." Garmadon sighed and put his arm around Misako.

"Very exciting." Libber laughed.

When they finally sorted out the situation with the monkey and found the right way, they could rest.

"In the end, it's not bad to carry this much food." Lilly laughed as she watched the bags disappearing.

"See." Maya winked at her.

"And we needed it for our new friend." Wu gently stroked the monkey under the chin.

"New best friend, huh Wu?" Ray pretended to be offended. They all laughed at that.

"Too bad we can't take him home.." Misako sighed sadly.

"He'll be better off here." Lilly said and tossed him another banana.

"Um, people.." Maya said and stood up. "It's time to go. I wouldn't want to get lost here again at night and encounter something worse than a monkey."

It took them some time to get ready, but they safely and comfortably reached monastery where they all agreed to sleep.

Well, everyone except Ray.

[holly-fixation]

The Remnant Remains

Summary: Sephiroth had no purpose for a remnant without power. Not his strength. Not his malice. Not his allure. His naivety. His childhood. Memories he long assumed gone until they manifested with the others. Whatever memories were left to make that child were left abandoned near Icicle Village. As fate would have it, the former Crimson Soldier found the remnant curled up by a bunch of crows. He recognized what it was: the last pieces of Sephiroth's innocence, from a time long lost but still remembered. And he would protect the girl with everything he had. 

Inspired by This art by @queernoctis

Please enjoy!

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Chapter 1

The peaceful town of Icicle Inn sat barren of tourists this summer as it did every summer. The natural axis of The Planet left the village bathed in constant light, the sun never setting beyond the horizon. Only a blood red glow signified the nighttime hours. Monsters this time of year were especially ruthless due to lack of restful sleep. Newer monsters weren’t smart or quick enough to find caves to spend the summers. They prowled ferociously, their feral nature forcing them to be far more dangerous than the average beast of their kind.

Nearly a decade ago, Shinra deployed SOLDIER operatives to help with the cause. The company saw the village’s request for aid as a double opportunity: gain the favor of the town and train the new SOLDIERs without risking unenhanced casualties. However, times were different now. The meteor made certain of that. The Shinra Electric Power Company hung on by a thread, but every semblance of military might they once possessed fell with the derelict Shinra Tower in Midgar. Icicle Inn survived desperately on the help of monster hunters and the occasionally brave delivery men.

Former SOLDIER First Class, Genesis Rhapsodos was only one of these hunters.

It had been a very long time  since anyone hired him. He lost that trust and privilege when he left the front of Wutai. He knew what he did. He knew he deserved to be the outcast he was. He also knew that whole 'Deepground' crew wasn't for him. He waited until they healed him before breaking free of all of Shinra's secrets. He was done, exhausted with what that company put him through. Put his comrades through. His friends. 

Not a day passed by without memories of Angeal and Sephiroth breezing through his mind. Even as a passing glance, he never forgot, and he never forgave himself. He prayed to the goddess that each monster he killed to protect humanity would be one step closer to any kind of redemption. He focused his pain and regret into fuel for each battle. Yet, today there were less battles to fight. 

The day before, a massive blizzard claimed The Northern Continent. This allowed many creatures to finally rest as the heavenly snow shielded them from the sun, but Genesis wasn't out here solely for the game today. Rumors of a helicopter entering and leaving the Northern Crater during the cover of the storm urged him forward. The only company reckless enough to order such an excursion was the same company that made him what he was. He needed to find out what exactly Shinra was looking for, and more dangerously, if they found it. 

Genesis left the village once the storm passed, possibly around 20:00 judging by the color of the sky. The mirror of snow glistened on waves of changing light as he made his way and hours passed. Restless monsters claimed the plains again, but beyond extermination, they were of little concern. 

The raven brave enough to soar the frostbitten land was of far more interest. He swore he saw it carrying a red fruit in its beak. A second one followed a few moments later with a blueberry. A third farther behind did the same. Whatever creature they were feeding had never been in the north before, for these birds were a new sight against the blanket of white. 

His crooked wing broke from his back, and he found himself following the simple creatures. Despite the horrid nature as to why his limb existed, he could not deny the beauty of the views it provided. He never tired of them, but he forced himself to focus past the conflicting cloud and mountain formations. 

The first raven descended, followed by the second, followed by the third all in the same location: a mound of clearly fresh snow barely capable of blocking the wind, just a few mountains over from the Northern Crater. What mindless creatures would set up a nest in such an unstable location? 

Snow crunched beneath his feet as he landed on the nearest mountain, surveying their target from afar. The ravens didn't leave, not a single one of them taking flight to find more food. There was still plenty of daylight. Was this some sort of mad trainer, testing his animals' abilities in such a harsh environment?

Humanity still found ways to disgust him sometimes. He tried to focus on the opposite, the hope and advancements that might save them from extinction. He stalked slowly, stealthily stepping closer and closer until he saw the ravens again. 

Two of the ravens stood on the ground like guards, facing different directions and scanning for danger. The one closest to him cawed, and the person in a white tattered cloak turned. The third raven rested on their arm. But it wasn’t a ‘person’ that met Genesis’ gaze. Not a full person.

It was a child with mako blue, cat like eyes and short mercury hair under their hood. Just a little girl with slightly concerned but absolutely tired eyes.

“Hey. Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Genesis’ first words left without his consent, already treating the child as a victim, not an enemy. 

She took a step back when he extended a hand. 

“It's alright. I won't hurt you, but it’s very dangerous to be out here.”

The girl tilted her head. “You have a wing.”

“Ah, this old thing?” He opened the black limb to its full span and glory, blocking the ray of the sun that the child didn't realize she was squinting from. “Don't worry, it's not contagious.”

“I have one too.”

Only then did Genesis see the small plume of black extending just beyond the bottom of the cloak by the child's bare feet.

“...Will you leave me too…?”

The vulnerability in her voice broke his heart. “No. I won't. You’re alone?”

“My brothers said they didn't need me…”

“Then we need to get you out of the cold. At least let me get you something to eat.”

She gripped her cloak anxiously. “...I don't wanna walk anymore… My feet hurt…”

“I can carry you.”

“What's that?”

“I'll lift you up and hold you close as I walk back to town.”

She gave a hesitant nod. 

“What's your name?” Genesis took a small step closer to her, and this time she did not back away. 

“My 'name'…” She parroted softly, savoring the flavor of the word on her tongue. “I don't have one… What's yours?”

The redhead bowed, folding his wing dramatically behind him with a turn of his hand. “Genesis Rhapsodos. At your service.”

The little girl looked him over, scanning every detail of his clothes, his armor, his body. Then something clicked, relief flooding her tired features. “...You’re safe. I trust you.”

His eyes squinted a bit in confusion, but she approached him this time, the ravens around her jumping and gliding around her. There was a certain familiarity in her eyes Genesis could not place. A kindness. A faded but present memory. He knelt on one knee and extended his arm. Sure, did a small part of him think this could be a trap? Of course, but why go through this elaborate ruse for his life? He spent so long trying to atone. He may not be perfect but he tried to mend what he could. He knew this child needed help.

The child did not pull a knife, or an alarm, or a gun on him as she slipped into his arms. She just rested against his collar and allowed herself to be lifted, planting one hand on the other side of his neck for balance and support. 

Genesis walked at first, allowing both her and her ravens to recognize their safety with him. At the peak of the next hill, he flapped his wing and soared, and the child did not mind or react, already asleep in his arms. However, he could not keep his thoughts controlled. This child, this little girl, looked so much like Sephiroth. Too much like Sephiroth. He needed to ask questions, to see what answers could be given by such a young and innocent mind. For now, he would take her into the nearby inn and treat any injuries or hunger she sustained.

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Thanks for reading!

Author’s Note: I know it’s more like a prologue, but I’ve been all over the place and I wanted this out and about! I promise more is planned!

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HELLO EVERYONE !! It's xmas eve and I decided to round up my commission work with this cute little oneshot my commissioner requested🥰🥰consider this my xmas gift to you all !! Remember to take care of yourselves and spend quality time with your loved ones💓

"family", an idv oneshot📕🧸

no warnings at all this is just pure fluff, FOUND FAMILY FUCK YEAH!!!!!!, a tad short i fear, reader's gender not specified as usual

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"____!" You suddenly heard a voice call you.

"Oh. There you are, Memory." You glanced up at the little girl standing in the snow. There was a shit eating grin on her face as she was gripping something with her hands tightly. You tilted your head in curiosity. "And there's my..."

"Scarf!" She grinned.

You sighed. "I've been looking for it the whole day. Now... mind giving it back?"

"No way!" She poked her tongue at you and ran.

"Oh yo- you little shit!" You yelped, and got yourself going for that brat. "Give it back! I'm gonna tell your da- your brothe- whatever he is!" Your legs slowly started to deceive you, yet Memory still ran and ran in the seemingly endless snow. It was a beautiful snowy day - the sun's glow filled up the crystal snow with light and brought warmth to pale faces and rosy red noses.

"God... damn it." You lifelessly plopped down into the crunchy layer of snow. "I'm no match for these youngsters nowadays."

"Looks like Memory had you breathless." A gentle voice from behind woke you from your "nap." It was Orpheus - his cheeks puffed up and turned bright red in color from the cold, and he had a kitschy winter coat over his usual classy attire. "Need something to warm you up?" He offered you a cup of hot chocolate. "Definetly." You picked yourself up from the snow and took the cup from his hand. You forgot how fun of a feeling it was sensing the heat run from your fingertips to your knuckles, spinning the cup around so you don't burn yourself. "How come you're outside? You usually stay inside by the fireplace when the weather's like this. Looking for inspiration, I suppose?"

"Partially, yes." His lips slowly tilted into a smile as he spoke. "I wanted to see what you were doing. Looks like Memory has you as her target today, huh. You took her doll or something?" He chuckled as he wrapped his own scarf around your neck. "Have mine until you get yours back."

"Oh, thank you, really-" You had to be honest, he kind of suprised you with that gesture. "Well... not sure. She's been excitedly running around the manor all day - seems like she just wanted to go outside. You know how kids are with their snowy days and... snowman building and things."

You took a sip from your cup. The hot chocolate was simply perfect, the remaining chocolate pieces swirling around your tongue and the marshmallows melting in the corner of your mouth.

"Novelists and poets are the same as kids in that way, then. Can't even lie, I love snowy days. A ghoulish, scrawny autumn paysage turns into a crystal wonderland at least for a day. Isn't it magical?" He licked his lips. "Just look at the sun rays slicing through those icicles hanging off of the branches over there. Doesn't it remind you of a crystal chandelier for a second?"

"If you say so, Shakespeare", you said as you pinched his nose, "yet i'm more interested in the "snowball fight" aspect of it." You reached for a fistful of flaky snow and threw it at him.

"Hey! Now you're just using the fact that i'm defenseless against me! Don't make me grab my scarf back!" He laughed. "You got your scarf rightfully stolen, alright?"

"Your monocle too!"

"My... what?"

He reached for his face in horror.

"Orpheus. Your monocle. It's gone."

"Since when?"

"Since I saw you outside?"

He buried his face into his hands. "I... I didn't even notice... I'm so used to the feeling of it on my face that I lost it..."

You sighed. "Oh, Orphy... don't worry, you probably just tucked it away somewhere."

You slowly wrapped your arm around his shoulder - he responded by gently putting his head on your shoulder.

"Let's go for a walk to clear our minds, 'kay? At least I know what to get you this Christmas..."

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"Hi guys!"

It was Memory. She was all dressed up from head to toe in her winter clothes - only her nose and mouth peered from between the brim of her cap and the edge of her scarf.

"Oh. It's you. Little gremlin."

She just grinned at your sarcastic remark. "I've got a suprise for you two guys..."

"...Buuuut?"

"...but there's one rule." She raised her little index finger into the air.

"...And that rule being?"

She suddenly yanked your scarf from behind her back. "Catch me first!" She yelled as she ran into the snow for the second time, your scarf waving behind her like a fiery trail.

"Get her!" You and Orpheus jumped up and ran. "We can't lose her this time!"

Memory's image in front of you started to wither in the shadow of the winter sun. You two were out of breath again, sweat freezing on your forehead, yet your eyes were on the prize and your legs somehow cooperated with you. You noticed you didn't even look at Memory anymore - just the trail of her footsteps that she left in the fluffy snow.

"I...cannot...run...anymore..." Orpheus whined as he threw himself into the snow. You weren't doing any better, either, dropping to your knees as you panted.

"You guys made it!" Memory yelled out in front of you. "Now for your prize..."

"What is it..?" Orpheus mumbled as he sat up in the snow.

She moved away, revealing three snowy figures - two big ones, and one small one nested between the big ones. "Ta-dah! Now for the finishing touches..."

She wrapped your scarf around one of the snowmen. "To be fair, looking at it from afar, it looks like you a bit." Orpheus chuckled under his breath.

As she approached the other big snowman, she clumsily pulled out a monocle - Orpheus' monocle - from the pocket of her coat and wedged it into the face of the snowman. "Guess we found your monocle." You poked fun at him while she set it. "It does look like you, though."

For the little one, she reluctantly took her doll, and placed it by its base. "Here it is!"

She turned around and bowed.

"Looks wonderful, Memo-" Orpheus said as she ran towards him and knocked him into the snow again. You simply gave up on scolding her - you rested your head in the snow, Memory making snow angels between you two.

"Seems like you spent a lot of time on it. What's the name of your little masterpiece, hm?" Orpheus wondered, carefully fixing her cap as she laid in the snow.

She pouted. "I... didn't think of that. Stop! Let me think."

A few seconds passed as she thought, drumming her frostbitten fingers on her cheek.

"I'll call it... family!"

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They Swap Quirks with someone

Navi

Genre - Fluff, Crack.

Warnings - Swearing, nudity.

Characters - Denki, Todoroki, Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Shinso, and Monoma.

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Summary - You, Mina, and Sero went out for lunch. You got a text from your boyfriend mid way through your meal that a villain attacked UA and swapped many of the students Quirks. He warned you that he hasn't controlled his new one just yet.

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Denki Kaminari (Swapped Quirks with Mirio)

° Denki was a bit relieved that he wasn't going through floor or walls. He thought he gained control of this quirk, until he attempted to lay down and flew through the bed and lost his clothes on the way down.

° It only got worse from there, no matter how many damn times he tried to put some clothes on they'd slip right through him. He also couldn't sit down or lay down without hitting the floor, and you were arriving in less than two minutes.

"Babe, I brought you some lunch. May I come in?"

° Denki hurried to hide his lower half behind his chair, face beet red the moment you walked through the door and realized that he was nude. Denki may be a perv at times and quite flirtatious, but he was never the type to invite you in while he is completely naked.

"I swapped Quirks with Mirio, and I can't put any clothes on." He whined, hugging the chair closer to him.

° You walked over to your pouting boyfriend, patting his head as you fed him a bite of the food you right for him. You've seen him naked before so you weren't uncomfortable with him in his birthday suit. But you could tell he was frustrated by the situation.

° You placed a blanket on the floor for him to sit on, before sitting on his lap and covering a blanket over both of you. Denki nuzzled into your palm that rested on his cheek as you fed him, only interrupted by a loud knock at your door.

"Whey~" Mirio sighed, stumbling into the room as he gave constant thumbs up.

"Wait... Do I look that dumb when I fry my brain?!" Denki gasped, watching Mirio trip onto the floor.

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Todoroki Shouto (Swapped Quirks with Uraraka)

° Was around multiple people when the villain hit him, so he didn't know what quirk he now had. That is until he brushed a hand through his hair with all fingers, and his hair stood right up similar to Present Mic's and Kirishima's style.

° Forgot about his quirk switch when he went back to his dorm, accidently wiping his wet hand on his body after washing his hands. Soon levitating to the ceiling, not knowing how to get down even though he's seen Uraraka do it.

"Love, what quirk did you-.... Never mind."

° You showed him Uraraka's technique, telling him to wait til you put a mattress down beneath him. But it didn't stop the fall from hurting, all of the air in his body escaping from the harsh landing. He stayed laying down for five minutes, his abdomen bruised from the fall.

° On his orders, you tied his hands behind his back with the palms facing away form each other. Shouto stayed in his spot, face slumped into the mattress frowning as his hands stayed behind his back in a brown belt.

"Watch out!" Uraraka squealed, rushing in on a very large icicle.

"Oh... Hi Uraraka." Todoroki greeted, looking up at her from his awkward position.

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Izuku Midoriya (Swapped Quirks with Momo)

° The moment he thought of going to you for comfort, his arms began to spew fake rose petals. Then came confetti when he laughed at himself, but that turned into dentures when he began to panic as the products never stopped.

° He ran to his dorm, shutting the door behind him, thinking up ways to stop these items from coming out of him. But his deep thinking only made pieces of paper spew from his hands. His floor now piling up with paper.

"Hey what happened- Oh my God! Your a printer!"

° Midoriya was beginning to grow tired from using his quirk non-stop, his feet giving out from under him as the world began to spin. You ordered him to completely clear his mind, only to focus on your voice as you told him a random story that popped into your thoughts.

° It did manage to stop his quirk from continuing, but he was still very lightheaded and tired. You could see his eyes roll back in exhaustion as they fought him, since Midoriya wanted to stay awake long enough to talk to you.

"Ow, Ow. Ow, shit. Ow." Momo whined throughout the hallways, her left leg broken and a dark purple shade.

"Tell Yaoyorozu to not use my quirk at al.... *snores*" Midoriya tried to warn, completely unaware that his warning was already too late.

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Katsuki Bakugo (Swapped Quirks with Froppy)

° While walking into the main lobby of the UA dormitory, you noticed Asui blast by with a huge blast of flames and debree following her. Recognizing the quirk, you already put the clues together and expected to see your angry boyfriend have his tongue peeking out 24/7.

° You rushed towards his room, taking a deep breath as you tried to contain your laughter. Over hearing him continue to yell in frustration over constantly saying Keru after every sentence. You opened the door, smiling as he was huddled up under his blankets.

"I hate this quirk so much, I swear I'm going to kill that bastard who swapped our Quirks. Keru~. AHHHH! Keru~."

° You softly rubbed his back, watching as his head peeked from under his blankets. His tongue peeking out of his lips, looking like an angry kitten who hasn't gotten any treats. You held back your coos, knowing it'd only anger him more.

° You could see how frustrated your boyfriend was, he hated being cute or doing anything that could make him seem vulnerable. So this quirk was one of his worst Nightmares, being mixed with such a small adorable anime and having to say Keru in a meek voice during every sentence.

"Sorry Aizawa Sensei!" Asui screamed, being blasted to the other side of the dormitory once more.

"I want my quirk back. Keru~. FUCK!" Bakugo growled, tongue still peeking out of his lips.

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Kirishima Eijirou (Swapped Quirks with Koda)

° Kirishima knew he was hit with the villains quirk, but he had no idea who's quirk he swapped with. He wasn't being blasted away, frozen, creating objects nonstop, or levitating. It had to be someone who works well in certain areas.

° Kirishima decided to meet you outside, not wanting you to accidently get hurt by any of the frazzled students. While making his way towards you, he couldn't help but notice that the birds in the trees were all staring into his soul.

"Hey Kiri, how are you feeling? Do you know what quirk you got?"

° Eijirou shook his head with confusion, asking if he could get a hug from you shortly after since he's had a long and tiring day. You obliged, kissing his jaw as he slumped into your figure, but as you pressed kisses against his skin. You felt feathers crush against your face.

° Two birds were on each of his shoulders, all of them rubbing against him as a way of showing affection. It pieced together for you before he could realize what is going on, he got Koda's quirk, and the birds were trying to give him a hug like he asked for.

"Kirishima, how do you get out of hard mode?" A meek voice behind him asked, hands rocks solid as Koda held them together.

"Oh... so that's why these little guys are treating me like snow white." Kirishima gasped, rubbing a finger against one of the chickadees heads.

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Hitoshi Shinso (Swapped Quirks with Hagakure)

° May or may not have laid down on the ground with his headphones, hoping people would just see him as a pile of clothes and leave him alone. But once people started tripping over him, he decided that it was time to head to his room.

° Noticed you already laying on his bed, so he decided to lay on top of you like he always does. Forgetting that he was invisible, and this would likely startle you quite a bit. He comforted you by saying that it was only him, watching as you struggled to find his face.

"I miss seeing your pretty face~ When will you get your quirk back?"

° While cuddling your currently invisible boyfriend, you attempted to give him some kisses. Unintentionally landing them on his heart, making butterflies erupt in his stomach at your accidental gesture. He knows you were aiming for his neck, but he didn't mind your mistake.

° Shinso knew that Hagakure was having a blast with his quirk, over hearing Kendo scolding her for making random strangers buy her gifts and give her massages. But Shinso certainly couldn't wait to have his quirk back, he needs to be seen again.

" Hagakure! Stop making her give you back rubs!" Kendo screamed, chasing her around the hallways.

"I'm glad I have that quirk, I think many people would use it for greed and evil." Shinso whispered, bopping your nose softly.

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Neito Monoma (Swapped Quirks with Jiro)

° He didn't even tell you what quirk he got, instead he wanted to use his new quirk against you. He's grown accustomed to stealing other Quirks... Since that's his quirk. So having this swap wasn't too different from his day to day.

° He saw you and Mina make you way into your bedroom, which happened to be right next to his. He plugged his earphone Jacks into the wall and listened to your conversation, smiling to himself when you kept worrying over his quirk swap.

" I hope he's alright, it could be hard getting used to some of these Quirks in UA."

° Monoma never knew how deeply you cared for him, you two were often playful with each other and were in a relatively new relationship. It made his heart melt, finally knowing someone who cares about him and won't put up a fight with him.

° His eyes grew wide with embarrassment, hearing Mina point out his two metal earphone jacks peeking out from your wall. He quickly removed them, but it was too late since he could hear you rushing to his bedroom.

"We're you eavesdropping on us?" You asked, smiling giddily as he was too flustered to answer.

"N-no... I was just testing out this new quirk. I've never used it before." He argued, the red on his cheeks completely giving him away.

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I Know You Want To - Jihyo x Reader (NSFW)

🎄 Summary: After a Christmas party, things take a turn with your best friend Jihyo.

🎄 Word count: 4,424

🎄 Genre and warnings: one shot wlw smut fic. fem pronouns for reader. best friends to lovers. oral sex. fingering.

🎄 Tag List: @thewonderofkpop - @foggyinternetchaos - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @yunhofingers (sorry if i forgot anyone.)

this fic is not meant to represent jihyo in any way, shape or form.

               The ground crunches softly under your feet as you stop in front of the entrance to the apartment complex. It is freezing cold out, icicles hanging off the buildings, streetlamps splashing light that makes the snow glimmer. A store nearby is playing Christmas music; it is muffled, spilling out across the sidewalk. The moon is blocked by clouds and the street is subdued, everyone off at their parties or cozy at home with their loved ones.

               It is one of those holiday parties that you have just come from. Having left later than expected, the only thing you feel like doing is getting home and going to bed. But you wanted to walk your best friend, Jihyo, to her place first.

               “That was fun, don’t you think?” She asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

               You turn your attention to her. Jihyo, in her elegant red dress with a matching bow in her short black hair that frames her face, gazes at you slightly wide-eyed, her cheeks flushed from the cold. A silver necklace glitters prettily around her delicate neck. She has a shawl wrapped around her. You don’t think it is enough to keep her warm but she refused to take your jacket. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of her but you try to ignore it.

               You wrinkle your nose. “Did you really think that was fun?”

               She looks at you slightly surprised, “Why wasn’t it?”

               “Too many people.” is all you say.

               Something flickers across Jihyo’s face – as if she has seen through your simple phrase and knows more than she is letting on. She smiles in an easy going way.

               “Wanna come up?” She offers, “You can just crash with me. It’s too cold and late to walk back to your place.”

               Some part of you wants to sleep in your own bed but the allure of going into the warmth is too appealing. You nod and follow Jihyo into the apartment building, stepping into the elevator with her. As the doors close, she turns to look at you, her Christmas tree shaped earrings jingling quietly.

               “Do you remember after that one party we got stuck in the elevator?”

               At the memory, you laugh. “I was so drunk that I fell asleep on you. You had to sit there basically alone for an hour until the elevator was fixed.”

               “You were so hungover the next day and kept apologizing,” Jihyo giggles, “You felt awful for falling asleep on me.”

               “Well, I’m sober now,” You remark, the elevator doors gliding open, “And look, we made it.”

               Jihyo unlocks the door, slipping inside, removing her shoes. You follow, your shoes placed next to hers, tossing your jacket onto the couch. You have been to her place many times over the years – you know it as well as you know your own. There is a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, which is neat and tidy. The curtains are open, showing the snow covered street. Jihyo flicks them closed, turning on a lamp. The room is softly lit, illuminating the couch and the bookshelf next to the TV.

               “You want anything to drink?” She offers and when you give a small shake of your head, she goes, “I should get extra blankets out. It is supposed to get colder.”

               Sharing a bed with Jihyo isn’t new. You have slept in her bed, and vice versa, many times over the years. Not to mention all the various trips you have taken together where you got one hotel room to save money. In any friend group situations, everyone knows you bunk together. It hasn’t been until recently that you have trouble falling asleep next to Jihyo, lying awake for far too long, listening to her steady breathing.

               You hesitate for a moment before trailing after Jihyo into her bedroom. You were so anxious to get out of the cold that maybe you didn’t think this through all the way. How are you supposed to sleep next to her? It’s too late now, just nap tomorrow, you scold yourself.

               Jihyo’s room is as neat and tidy as the rest of the apartment. Her bed is made, the curtains open, a smaller Christmas tree on the dresser, twinkling in the low light. She has opened the closet, rummaging around to find the blankets. She lets out a soft noise as she locates them, turning around to face you. A lock of her black hair has fallen out of place. Your heart skips another beat which you do your best to ignore.

               “Here we are,” She says brightly, plopping them on the bed, leaning over to turn on the lamp.

               There is a full-length mirror in the corner which she goes over to, reaching upwards to remove the ribbon from her hair, placing it on the dresser. Then, she slips the shawl off, her fingers moving to her ears to take off the earrings. You know that you are just standing there awkwardly but you are struggling to find words to break the silence. Everything that used to be normal between the two of you is now slightly forced and you have no idea why.

               “Oh,” She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “I forgot this has an annoying zipper. Can you help me?”

               Startled, you go, “What?”

               Jihyo turns her back to you, motioning to the zipper that runs down the length of it. You stare at it, mouth going dry.

               “R-right. Yeah, sure.” You mumble, crossing the room to stand behind her in front of the mirror.

               Your hands hover over the zipper, swallowing hard. Your eyes flick upwards to meet Jihyo’s through the mirror. Innocently, she asks, “What’s wrong?”

               “Nothing.” You say quickly, eyes cast downward.

               Carefully, you unzip the dress. The smooth skin of her back and clasp of her bra makes your heart beat quickly as much as you want to pretend that you are unaffected. Jihyo shakes her shoulders slightly, allowing the fabric to slip down them, exposing the bare skin there. Your eyes land on the curve of her neck, her shoulders, the silver necklace resting there.

               “Will you do the clasp of my necklace too?” She asks quietly, still staring at you through the reflection of the mirror.

               You nod mutely, your fingertips skirting up along her back in a moment of weakness. She is warm to the touch. You feel so emotionally conflicted and overwhelmed and aren’t even sure why. Something is beating its way to the surface in your heart, something you have been working diligently to tamper down for ages.

               Before your fingers can touch the necklace, Jihyo speaks, “What’s the real reason you didn’t like the party?”

               Startled, you look up to meet her gaze in the mirror, “What?”

               “It really wasn’t that crowded. Was it because of the men flirting with me?”

               Taken aback, you blink, “Men flirting with you?” You scoff, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

               You hurriedly unclasp the necklace, placing it on the dresser. Jihyo turns around to look at you. The dress is down just above her bra, her shoulders exposed, her hair no longer up in the ribbon but framing her face, doused in the soft Christmas lights from the small tree and the snow covered streets reflected from the streetlights. Your chest is very tight, your nerves awake in your stomach like snakes wiggling for food.

               “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask her, crossing your arms.

               “Because you’re lying to me. Your irritation was so obvious. Any time we go out and some guy flirts with me, your entire demeanor changes. I can see it all over your face. You aren’t very good at hiding things. Do you forget how long I’ve known you?” You cannot tell if she is serious or teasing you – there is a twinkle in her eyes as if something has clicked for her and it makes you nervous.

               Turning back to the mirror, she wiggles the dress down more, exposing her bra. Your eyes widen slightly at the sight, wondering if she is just going to undress in front of you. The two are you are comfortable around each other but she has never done that before.

               “Yeah, it’s annoying because I want to talk to you and I have to deal with some idiot slobbering all over you trying to start something,” You reply, “So, it cuts all our conversations short.”

               Jihyo’s lips press together. She is trying to stop from smiling. You can’t quite figure her out tonight. It is clear she believes she has stumbled on something but you don’t know what her train of thought is.

               “Will you help me finish undressing?” She asks.

               “What am I, your handmaiden? You can get out of your own clothes.” You reply stubbornly, unsure why she is acting so differently tonight.

               Jihyo tilts her head slightly to the side, exposing the curve of her neck. Standing behind her, this close, with the delicate skin exposed, a flash of imagery crosses your head – leaning down and placing your lips there. It is so vivid that it startles you, and your cheeks flush.

               “You can do it, you know,” She murmurs and your heart beats so violently in your chest that your head goes dizzy, “I know you want to.”

               “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumble.

               “Yes, you do.” Jihyo replies quietly.

               You feel as if you are walking on a tightrope and one wrong move will send you tumbling to the rocks below. The entire night is starting to become much too surreal for your liking. Your skin is hot, cheeks warm with colour and the accusation that you were jealous of men flirting with your best friend has struck a nerve you didn’t know you had. On top of that, the tone of her voice saying you can do it, you know has knocked you off kilter. Things are accelerating quickly and you aren’t sure how or why.

               Jihyo taps one neatly manicured finger against the curve of her neck. “So?” She prompts.

               In the stillness of the bedroom, where everything is very quiet, the entire world humming outside a distant sound, you are trapped in a few seconds that feels like it spreads to hours. You think back to the party – one man casually touching Jihyo’s wrist during conversation, the spark of irritation surging through you, another man leaning close to her to show something on his phone and you purposely looking away, clutching your drink as if it was a life raft in the middle of the ocean. Jihyo’s twinkling eyes and laugh when she replied to one of them and the horrible way your stomach swooped. You assumed it was annoyance at the conversation being interrupted…because you’re lying to me Jihyo had said only moments ago. But maybe you were lying to yourself as well.

               The Christmas lights dance across the skin of Jihyo’s neck. She is looking at you patiently through the mirror. Fuck it, you think, not even fully understanding the feelings swirling around inside you like a tempest. Driven only by impulse and whatever creature is stirring in your chest, awakening to something you thought carefully hidden, you bring your lips to your best friend’s neck.

               Her skin is soft, dangerously soft, and you realize in that moment Jihyo was right – you did know what she was talking about, you did know what she was asking for. The curve of her neck underneath your lips is enough to throw a match on a ball of dry hay, snapping everything into crystal clear focus. Your lips move down her neck to her bare shoulders. Your eyes are closed; to look at her now might be your ruin. If her face shows anything other than her need for you to continue, your courage will fail. You think you will scurry out of the apartment like a bunny fleeing from a cracked twig.

               Jihyo pulls away slightly. The movement is startling and you move away from her, suddenly panicked that your actions have taken things too far. She turns around, facing you, her chest rising and falling quickly. You open your mouth to say something although you aren’t sure what exactly – an apology, an excuse to leave, an admission of some sort – but you don’t get a chance because she wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you.

               Your eyes widen in surprise, momentarily stunned by the sensation of your best friend’s lips on yours. But you return the kiss immediately, never popping in your head to stop or tell her no. Your heart thrums like a trapped bird in a cage, entire body alight with something you have never felt before. It is like a dam breaking and the kiss turns passionate as Jihyo’s back rests against the mirror, her arms still around your neck, her tongue in your mouth. Your body is pressed against hers, hands running down her sides to rest on her hips. Your teeth sink into her bottom lip and she gasps in your mouth. You give a small tug just to hear the noise again.

               There is a small stool near the mirror with a makeup bag tossed carelessly on it. It isn’t until you accidentally smack into it and send the bag toppling to the floor that your focus shatters. You pull away from Jihyo, placing one hand on your chest as if it will steady your heart.

               “What are we doing?” You ask incredulously, more to yourself than Jihyo.

               “It had to be this way,” Jihyo replies in a voice you have never heard from her before – strained and wild all at once – “It was – it was the only way for you to see –”

               “What are you talking about?” You know that you have been repeating yourself all night but it is as if a storm has begun to tear through the carefully built lighthouse you built on the shore.

               “I know you have feelings for me,” Jihyo says quickly, the words spilling out of her, “But you didn’t – you didn’t realize it. I could tell you didn’t – but you know now, don’t you? You have to accept it now.”

               “You’re my best friend, I…” You trail off, your heart rate not slowing down, unable to deny the attraction bubbling over for her as the realization of something you have been trying to ignore for ages seems to hit you full in the face, “I was jealous. Not just annoyed because the conversations at the party kept getting interrupted. I was jealous of them flirting with you. Is that why you were flirting back with them?” You ask, eyes widening, “You were trying to…”

               “Make you understand. I kept waiting for you to catch up with me,” Her voice is pleading now, “But you’re so stubborn. It was like you needed a neon sign in front of your face just to make you realize what was going on with us.” She grabs your hands, giving them a small squeeze, “You know that you have feelings for me. You could feel it when we kissed.”

               Your chest constricts painfully, knowing Jihyo is right. She has given you no choice but to stare at it directly, to face it. So desperate were you to not change the friendship that you buried it deep, making it easy to deny.

               “W-why are you doing this now? This is going to change everything with us, surely you realize that?” You tell her, “If something goes wrong, if…if we follow up on this, we could lose the friendship or each other completely,” You are slightly panicked at the thought, “And then what would I do?”

               “I can’t just sit in limbo like this and pretend our friendship is the same as it was years ago,” Jihyo counters, “It’s starting to feel like a wound that can’t heal properly. Every time I talk or see you,” Her voice catches, and she gives a small shake of her head, “Either we jump into this headfirst or we keep circling around each other pretending and I can’t pretend anymore. Can you?” She hesitates a little before smiling shyly, “Besides, I want to kiss you at midnight on New Years Eve and I can’t if we don’t settle things now.”

               Her thumbs graze the top of your hands, studying your face. You look outside, watching the snowfall pick up, flurries swirling in the air down to the street. Across the way, a bakery is closed, looking silent and grim in the dark weather. The only source of light in Jihyo’s room is from the soft glow of the lamp and Christmas lights. You have stood in this room a thousand times, listening to her talk about her day, watching her apply makeup, watching TV with her on nights you crashed here. You know that you are teetering on the edge about to step off.

               Looking back at Jihyo, you say, “No, I can’t pretend anymore.” and then you are kissing her again, your hands cupping her face.

               Her arms circle back around your neck, pulling you against her. This time, as the two of you kiss, she turns around, tugging you along with her towards the bed. The dress is falling down to her stomach, revealing her bra and more skin than you have seen from her before. You move away from her lips, kissing urgently back along her neck, down to her shoulders as she stops just in front of the bed.

               There is no stopping now nor do you have any interest to. Faced with the extent of your feelings for your best friend, something that you have been trying so hard to ignore and shove down, they are now uncorked and impossible to put away. You know that Jihyo doesn’t want you to try to pack them either – this is what she craves, just as much as you do.

               You unclasp her bra and it falls to the floor, your hands going to her tits, squeezing them together. You pinch her nipples lightly, listening to her suddenly whimper. The noise is enough to drive you insane and when you push forward, Jihyo falls backwards onto the bed, pulling you down with her.

               Your head lowers to her tits, groping one as you bring your mouth to her nipple, sucking on it, listening to Jihyo’s whimpering increase. Her dress is bunched around her hips now, and you are still fully clothed although your need to be skin to skin with her is growing by the second. You switch to the other nipple, biting down on it gently which leaves Jihyo breathless, her hands gripping the blanket. You begin to trail your lips downwards, grabbing the rest of the dress and removing it completely. It lands in a heap on the floor as you nudge Jihyo’s thighs apart gently.

               Jihyo’s underwear, like the rest of her adorable Christmas outfit, is dark red, almost sheer since it is lace. Seeing her like this makes everything feel as if you were dreaming – the quietness of the room outside her whimpers, the snow falling outside, the Christmas tree – and you are terrified that you will wake up from such a thing and find yourself in your bed alone.

               Leaving butterfly kisses along her thighs, you run one finger down the front of her underwear. She is wet, the fabric sticking to her pussy. You haven’t wanted anything as much as you want to taste your best friend. Carefully, you tug down her underwear, exposing her pretty pink pussy. Tentatively, you spread her lips apart, leaning forward and flicking your tongue across her clit lightly. Even though the touch is slight, Jihyo gasps, her hand flying to the back of your head, a silent plea for more. Yet you hold back, taking kitten licks along her cunt, in no rush to hurry along tasting her.

               Your tongue dips into her hole, hands gripping her thighs as her pleads grow louder. You love how Jihyo tastes, hadn’t realized just how much you have been wanting this, how much you needed it. You suck on your index finger before slipping it into her hole which elicits a moan from Jihyo. Her cunt is tight, clenching around your finger as you start to work on her clit. As you pump your finger inside her, you flick your tongue across her clit, occasionally pressing your tongue flat against the nub to lap at it. Jihyo’s hips arch in pleasure, her breathing labored as she moans out your name. Inserting your middle finger, increasing the pace at which you fuck her, you wrap your lips around her clit for a few seconds, sucking on it gently.

               Jihyo gasps, her body shivering underneath you. To have her melting for you like this only drives you to work her cunt more, wanting to make her feel as good as possible. You love how she sounds as you drive her pleasure further. Jihyo’s legs wrap around your neck, your face against her cunt as your fingers are buried in her tight hole. You don’t stop working her clit, pumping your fingers in and out of her hole quickly as you do so. You can tell she is going to climax soon by the hurried way she begs you not to stop and her legs shake.

               You wiggle your fingers inside her and with one final motion of your tongue against her pretty clit, Jihyo gasps loudly, groaning as she begins to finish. Grinding her pussy against your face, you don’t stop as she climaxes. Her body has broken out in goosebumps, one hand holding your head in place, the other digging into the blanket.

               When Jihyo finally comes down from it, she slumps back against the bed, trying to catch her breath. You stay with your face buried in between her thighs, idly licking at her pussy to clean her.

               “Come here,” She says in a low tone.

               You obey and as you slide up her body, Jihyo’s hands fumble with your clothes, anxious to get you out of them. Each article of clothing is thrown off the bed until you are naked and she pulls you towards her for a kiss. Skin to skin with your best friend like this, her hands roaming over your body, the entire world quiet except for this moment, you know that you will spend forever reliving it – how could you not? You grind your pussy against her thigh as your face buries in Jihyo’s neck, kissing and biting on the sensitive skin there. Her hands press flat against your lower back so that you two can be as close as possible.

               If it was any other lover, you know that there would be words exchanged: some sort of explanation for the changing of feelings between you both, for them spilling out tonight of all nights, the years leading up to the moment that you tumbled into bed together. But you know Jihyo more than you know yourself as she does you and no words are needed. She led you out of the cave you buried your feelings for her in just like you helped her over the years with her own problems. Figuring out when and where exactly everything changed is something you can review once you’re done making one another cum.  

               Her arms encircle your waist, pushing you onto your back, switching positions. She kisses every inch of your body as she lowers down to in between your legs. If eating out Jihyo was unreal, the thought that she is about to do it to you feels even more surreal and dreamlike. Jihyo is less patient than you are – it is obvious that between the two of you, she has been aware of her feelings much longer versus shoving them down like you have. You wonder how many times she has thought about this.

               Her tongue buries into your hole immediately, hands spreading your thighs open as far as they can go so she can go as deep as she wants. The suddenness of it makes you gasp which only seems to spurn her on more. She says something but it is muffled against your skin. It sounds as if she is saying you taste good. Jihyo slips two fingers inside you after wetting them in her mouth, pushing them as far as they can go. Not touching your clit, she pumps them in your hole until you are desperate for more, bucking your hips to meet her thrusts urgently.  

               Finally, Jihyo brings her mouth to your clit, switching between rolling her tongue across the nub and sucking on it gently. You are lost in the intensity of it, better than anyone else has ever made you feel, and her name falls from your lips like an urgent prayer. With a shudder, your knuckles turning white from clutching the blanket in between your fingers so hard, you climax. Making more noise than you ever have before, you cum against Jihyo’s face, who doesn’t stop, letting you ride out your orgasm, her tongue lapping at your cunt as if she cannot get enough of how you taste.

               When your hips lower back to the bed, your chest rising and falling quickly, Jihyo slinks up your body. She places her fingers that were inside you against your lips and you open your mouth, tasting yourself. Then, she removes her fingers, bringing you in for a kiss. It is one that sends every nerve in your body alight for her again even though you just climaxed. All the time we have to make up for, you think as your tongues press together, your hands resting on her hips.

               When the kiss breaks, Jihyo is looking down at you. Her hair is messy, cheeks flushed and eyes filled with a thousand different emotions running through her. She has never looked more beautiful.

               “What are you thinking about?” You whisper.

               Jihyo breaks out into a bright smile, the one you have adored for a long time, “Oh, that I’ll have a kiss at midnight now on New Years.”

               You laugh, your hand going to the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss which she returns eagerly, her body soft and warm against yours.

                This kiss is one full of promise – of kisses on Christmas, New Years, and every day and holiday in between for years to come.

[chiwhorei]

green scrunchies

pairing: dom!k. ukai x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, spanking, smoking, daddy kink, dom/ sub dynamics, brat taming, subspace, dirty talk, degradation, age gap(reader is 22ish and ukai is 26ish) spitting, fingering, oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, a little dumification, public nudity (kinda), unprotected sex, tattoos (there’s a tattoo in a really unholy place), this is just filth okay

a/n: i have been sitting on the bulk of this piece for a fucking month and am honestly so surprised i finished it. this was inspired by a picture i saw of a really naughty tattoo and my mind want crazy and vomited on to a google doc.

hymn: nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.”

Ukai Keishin is a gentle man. The team of highschoolers he coaches, his friends, hell, even his mother would beg to differ. But they were not privy to the Keishin you know. The man that serenades you with Elvis Presley while cleaning up after closing the store, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a clumsy slow dance as his gravelly voice croons into your ear. 

He’s entrancing. Hypnotizing you, almost two years ago now, in the most tender pursuit possible, so softly you were unaware of falling deeply in love with him until you had already tipped completely over. Turning to an ink pen and scraps of receipt paper to flesh out the feelings he worried would not sound perfect when they hit your ears. To this day, you’re not entirely sure if he meant to leave the pages to his extemporaneous romance novel for you to find on purpose, but you have your suspicions.

You were in your second year of college when you met Keishin, only 20 years old at the time and clueless to any world outside of studying frantically from one exam to the next. Chasing after a degree you could pursue your dreams with and getting tattoos that would piss your parents off, you crashed into him, literally. 

While walking to class with practiced steps and flipping through a small stack of notecards, you frantically try to accomplish last minute cramming and making it to class promptly at the same time. With one final attempt to understand the scribbles in front of you, you take a sharp turn into a brick wall. A flurry of white papers thrown into the air and falling back down like snow.

It happened in a minute, a minute that held sixty of the longest seconds to ever pass; from the moment you smack your nose into his cemented chest to the moment he saves your head from kissing the ground below. “You need to watch where you’re going, kid.” He says with a cigarette pressed between his teeth. It all happened in that single minute, your soul escaping and crawling into his jacket pocket without even realizing. It’s been there ever since, for safekeeping, of course.

He’s perfect in every way. But just as he is soft and loving, Ukai is not one to take shit. Especially when his sweet, shy baby girl is being a raging brat. It’s like any normal fall afternoon, slightly chilly and crisp on your walk from class. The air is biting at your skin, but the temperature is not what sends a piercing shiver down your spine. You know that as soon as you get home, Ukai Keishin is going to ruin you. 

“What are you doing here, princess?” Your presence is made known with a soft ding from the bell above the door, but Ukai doesn't look up from his magazine when acknowledging you. 

“I live upstairs?” Your tone is light and playful. You decide to test the waters, wondering how much Keishin will let slide today.

“Don’t be dense, little one.” He graces you with his eye contact for the first time, “I know you have a Biology lecture on Friday afternoons. So, why is that cute little ass here instead of on campus?” His lips are pulled tightly in a thin line and he rakes his eyes down your body. You’re wearing a short pleated skirt and a baggie pull-over. Exactly what he picked out for you this morning. Well, almost exactly. He was already opening up the store by the time you woke up, so the clothes were placed neatly on his side of the bed. What he didn’t pick out though, were the stockings currently brandishing your mid thigh, cutting off the supple skin with the soft, black cotton. 

“Oh! My professor cancelled lecture today so I came home early to have lunch with my loving boyfriend.” You smile sweetly, dropping your backpack and rounding the corner of the counter he is sat at. Ukai hums softly- dismissively- and lights a cigarette, his eyes don’t give away any emotion, so you are left hanging off the end of the burning cherry. Has he caught on yet? Maybe the thigh-highs would be enough to distract from your real surprise. 

Before you can ruminate on the thought, a wide, kind smile spreads across his face. If you didn’t know any better, this smile would be comforting. Your boyfriend pats his lap, motioning for you to take a seat. You adjust yourself to fit snugly and lean into Keishin’s chest. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple and takes a drag from his cigarette. Customers trickle in slowly, and you stand a few times to ring up their purchases, always the dutiful girlfriend. Keishin watches you with adoration in between paging through a magazine, everything you did was so perfect, even if it’s just scanning a few groceries. Such a good girl you are. 

It’s not until you sit back down, and he adjusts your hips to settle back into him that he is made aware of the game you’re trying to play. And he is pissed.

“Princess, did you not like the clothes I picked out for you this morning?” He has fully caught on to you at this point, and you both know it, but he isn’t going to show you his hand quite yet. 

“Of course I did, Daddy.” You bury your burning cheek into his neck, letting the familiar smell of cologne and campfires calm your clambering heartbeat. 

“I see, then why are you wearing these…” Keishin’s voice trails off and pulls at the material of the thigh-highs, snapping it against your skin.  

“Actually,” he interrupts, “I have a more important question. But I need you to be a good girl and answer honestly.” Keishin whispers into the shell of your ear and nods a goodbye to the elderly man leaving the store. You two were alone now, the promise of other customers wandering in diminishing quickly with the time of day. 

“I’ll be a good girl Daddy.” You try to coat your words in velvet as best as you can, but Keishin scoffs, clearly unamused. 

“That’s rich, princess. Now tell me, did you go to campus this morning without panties on?” You knew the question he was going to pose, you could have even saved him the breath. You knew you were going to get caught, I mean, that is why you did it. But now, faced with having to atone for your sins, the confidence in your original actions was melting away. 

“I forgot to put panties on this morning, Daddy. I’m sorry.” You try to pout in the sweetest way possible, but Keishin knows. You’re lying through your teeth.

“Tsk, you forgot. How could you forget if I laid them right on top of your skirt this morning?” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a damning article. As he moves the exhibit into evidence, light pink thong hanging off of fingers, you resolve that your little game was over long before you even tried to start. All you can do now is wait with baited breath and flushed cheeks for his next move. 

“Stand up princess.” Ukai grabs onto your hip bones and lifts you upward. He spins you around to face him and perches his elbows on his knees. “Show me what’s mine baby girl.” His request, his demand, rolls off the tongue like icicles. You know what he means, but still stare back dumbly, mouth wide at what he was insinuating.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, little girl.” His words stir inside you. If he sees how wet you’re getting, you’re done for. There’s no escaping this moment though. You take a deep breath in a feeble fight against the suffocating feeling in your chest, and lift up the end of your short, black skirt so he can see you. All of you.

Your precious, sumptuous thighs now in his view. He studies the lines of the tattoos not covered with your stockings. Beautiful floral designs in delicate black ink. Keishin thinks the work you get done is always so beautiful. Every addition befitting you perfectly. He loves tracing the pads of his fingers over the art in softer moments. This moment though, was not soft, and the tattoos on your thighs were not the subject of Ukai’s attention. 

He flicks his eyes up to meet yours briefly, and trails down from your quivering bottom lip, to your delicate, freckled collarbones peering sweetly from your large sweater. He drags his darkening gaze down further, cherishing every inch until he reaches your hips. Nestled in between the apex of your thighs, in small, dainty writing lays his prize.

“My Daddy Will Kill You.”

No matter what you did, he would always be there, snugly under the second layer of skin. When his fingers weren’t intertwined in yours, when he couldn’t have a protective hand in your back pocket. Whenever he was away with his team for tournaments or just when you were in class. He was always on you.

“Such a gorgeous little cunt you have.” He leans back in his seat, watching you fidget under his stare, “Whose cunt is this, baby? Is it your classmates? Is it your professors?” You bow your head in shame at Ukai’s insinuation, you know that going to class with a bare ass and a short skirt was going to get you in trouble. How could you resist though, when the punishment always feels so good.

“You’ve been acting like a petulant brat recently. I’ve been letting things slide because I know how stressful your senior year of college has been.” His tone is exasperated, but his eyes are calm, level, dark, “I can’t ignore this, you know that right?”

“I know, Daddy.”

“Your class was cancelled. So that means we get to start the weekend early.” He pulls your hands from your skirt, letting it fall back into place and holds both of your hands in one of his much larger ones. “Go upstairs and sit on the bed. I want you in just your skirt and those cute little tights you were so keen on wearing. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” 

“But Daddy…” you really did like to test your luck sometimes, but the look he gives you, slightly shocked and more than lightly infuriated, was enough to make you hurry to the back and up the stairs to your shared apartment. You kick your sneakers off at the door and head straight to the bedroom. You pull the sweater over your head and unclasp your bra. Usually Keishin likes to do that step for you, savoring the way you shiver as he brushes the straps off of your shoulders, but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations. 

You tremble like a puppy as you wait for Ukai and almost jump out of your own skin when you hear the front door creek open. Usually you are met with a bellowing voice upon his entry, walking through the door with a hearty, “Honey, I’m home!” even if you had only walked in a few steps ahead. Now, all you can do is wait as he mulls about the apartment with lackadaisical intent and a deafening silence. After a few agonizing minutes and feeling like he made his point, Ukai finally appears in the doorway, arms folded and pressed tightly to his hard chest with a categorically sadistic smile on his face.

“So, you do know how to follow directions?” You gulp loudly and nod your head, but quickly correct yourself. If you don’t use your words you’ll make things worse for yourself. “Yes, Daddy. I know how to follow directions.” It’s not a lie, obviously you are aware of his rules, you just prefer breaking them. Your response is small compared to the loud, sarcastic laugh falling from his throat. Ukai steps towards you slowly. 

“You are such a little tease, I came up to kiss you goodbye this morning and found these still sitting on the bed.” He pulls the thong out of his pocket again and drops the lace into your lap. “You left them there because you wanted me to find them. You wanted me to know you were sitting in class with a bare cunt.” There’s no use trying to find an excuse to push past your locked jaw, because he’s not really asking a question. 

“I left them on purpose, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Your mea culpa is underwhelming to say the least, and you both know it. You may be pleading guilty to all charges, but you don’t seem eager for absolution. 

“You are such a little attention whore. My timid, darling girl has been acting like an insolent slut recently. What am I going to do with you?” His voice sounds questioning, but unmistakingly rhetorical. He’s known what he was going to do to you from the moment he spotted your panties weighing the bed down this morning.

“Turn around baby.” Ukai unbuckles his belt, and you turn away from him, tucking your legs to sit upright. He gathers your long h/c hair from where it was settled around your face and meticulously braids it to lay flat on your back, attaching the green scrunchy from his wrist to the bottom. 

Just like a calling card, Keishin always had a scrunchy of yours around his wrist. Whenever you are hunched over the kitchen table in the middle of writing a paper, he pulls your hair behind you and fastens it into a bun, careful to keep it loose so as to not invite a headache, and kisses the crown of your head. Regardless of where you are: shopping, date night, visiting him at practice, if he notices your hair becoming annoying he will slip it from your neck and twist it into the green scrunchy.

And when you are about to be punished, Ukai pulls your hair into a neat, low braid.

You feel him run his hands from your shoulders to your wrists, pulling them gently behind your back. He presses your palms together and gives them a squeeze so you know to keep them together. Ukai pulls off his shirt, and  frees his undone belt from his jeans, folding it in half and running the cool leather up your thigh. He swats softly at your skin, just enough to make you flinch. 

Ukai tosses the belt to the ground, deciding he would rather you feel the sting of his palm, and sits down next to you on the bed. You face him with your hands still laced together behind you and let him position you to lay across his lap. The side of your face and your shoulders lay flush against the bed and your ass is raised up above his jean-clad thighs. 

“You know the rules, right my love?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I lose count you have to start over.”

“There’s my smart girl. You look so beautiful like this.” He lands a smack on your right cheek, actions greatly contrasting his soft, almost taunting tone. “It’s such a shame you’ve been acting like such a whore.” 

He delivers slap after slap on your bruising ass and you count every one out to him, briefly considering what would happen if you stopped counting, but you know that your punishment is already going to be harsh enough. You’re a masochist, yes, but not an idiot. 

“Why do you always seem to be on your best behavior when I have you over my knee, darling?” Ukai connects his palm with your tender flesh again. “How many was that baby?” 

“Fifteen, Daddy.” You speak in an even tone, if your boyfriend catches on to how much more you like this than he already knows, you’re, quite literally, fucked. 

“You really know how to play me, baby. I’m always wrapped around your little finger.” He starts to knead your ass cheek with his large hand, skimming the tips of his digits against your wanton cunt. He’s testing you, wanting to see if you’ll start squirming or unclasp your hands from their position behind your back, but you hold steady.

“You leave me naughty little surprises. I had you on my mind all day, thinking about this naked little pussy walking around campus. One tiny slip and you would have shown everyone what’s mine.” Another sharp swat to your butt reverberates through the room and you can barely mumble out your counted response. 

“But that’s what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted everyone to see this slutty pussy of yours didn’t you?” Whether that was the truth or not doesn't actually matter, you know not to make an excuse. You are just meant to count and thank. 

“You need to stop squirming, princess, or you’re going to royally piss me off.” Ukai continues his relentless pace, two thick fingers pistoning deep in your dripping pussy. This was one of Ukai’s favorite games, finger-fucking you to the point of the bed under you slamming into the wall. Your job was to keep completely still. One arch of your back or escaped moan and he would land a sharp slap to your puffy, untended clit. 

He’s actually being quite generous despite the circumstances. Usually, you would be propped on your hands and knees, but Ukai has laid you flat on your back with one leg tossed over his broad shoulder. The position, while easier to keep your body still, does mean that Ukai’s piercing, hungry gaze has you pinned like prey under him. The completely pornografic sounds of his fingers are making your head spin. The fact that he’s been hammering his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot for an hour, is starting to make your mind foggy, all thoughts are starting to slip from your brain and your boyfriend can tell.

“God, baby, I love making you absolutely stupid for me. I bet all you can think about is my cock filling this little cunt up, huh?” His words are sneering, taunting. Your response is a babbled agreement and plea for his cock, and the sight of you so completely fucked out makes the bulge in his jeans strain even further. The feeling of his fingers in your squelching pussy is dulling all other senses, so when he pulls the digits away, you can’t help the cry that rips from the back of your throat. 

“Don’t worry, precious girl, I’m going to give you what you want. What you’re fucking desperate for.” Ukai pushes himself from the bed and removes his jeans and boxers, and you watch as his thick cock springs free to slap against his abdomen. The sound makes you mewl, your cunt clenching in anticipation. 

As Ukai crawls back onto your shared bed, his head dips down in between your legs. He licks, flat and languid across your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue with a feral groan.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I- I need you. Wa- want to be your good girl.” You find your words as best as you can to beg for him, the sweet cadence of your voice and the way your weak arms reach out for his messy bleached hair signals to him that you’ve fallen completely into a foggy, submissive haze. You tug lightly at the tresses and the impressive self-control he has kept up thus far snaps like plywood under a heavy boot. 

Ukai takes one more deep, hungry lick at your soaking pussy and sits up, pushing your legs further apart, digging his nails into the soft skin under your knees. 

“Open your mouth, Princess.” You are quick to comply with his request, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. You hear the sound of him spitting, his saliva and your arousal coats the thickest plane of your tongue, but connecting one thought to the next becomes impossible as Ukai pushes his thick cock into you at the same time.

“Jesus Christ, no matter how much time I take to get you ready you’re still so tight. God, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.” His hands keep your legs pressed up to your chest, pushing his thick cock into you at an agonizingly lazy pace. Ukai was right, it didn’t matter that he had finger-fucked you into the mattress for an hour, taking him was a tight fit every time. As he buries himself in you, the intoxicating burn of being so full takes all of the air out of your chest. His thick cock stretches you so far, you swear he can feel your own heartbeat within the walls of your tiny cunt. He’s barely halfway into you and you can’t help but constrict, the tinny flavor of your orgasm crawling up from your spine to your mouth. 

“There’s no way I’m letting you cum already.” Ukai snickered sadistically, thumb brushing across your tattoo, the dirty secret you shared, right over where you need his fingers most. He wasn’t going to touch your deprived clit yet, and hoping for him to do so was a waste of energy. 

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise, I’ll be good.” Your tears are rolling down the side of your face, wetting the sheet next to you. 

“You’re a pathetic mess and I’m not even all the way in you yet. I would save the tears if I were you, babydoll.” You try to compose yourself, but Ukai’s words of dismissive degradation give your whimpers more body, sobbing and babbling as his cock bottoms out. 

You can feel every inch of him, hard and thick and so so full inside of you. Ukai pulls out of you completely, his soaking tip rubbing on your labia before slamming back in to the hilt. His pace becomes brutal with every thrust, original slow pace completely unknown to you now. There’s no way you're going to be able to stand properly after this. 

“Daddy, please. Please let me cum. Need to cum, Daddy. Need to be your good girl.” A series of calls for your daddy and prayerful begs are the only things you know at this point, drool and tears covering your face.

“You know what, Princess? I bet I could make you cum with just one touch to that little clit.” Ukai takes one hand off of your thigh and hovers over where you have needed him since you woke up this morning. “If I’m right, I’ll make you cum again. If I’m wrong, you’re not gonna cum at all.”

You can feel the warmth of his finger looming over the neglected bud, the anticipation is overwhelming and cruel, but all worth it as soon as he pushes the rough pad of his thumb down. Ukai presses a single, taught circle into your clit and the coil wound tightly in your stomach snaps with incredible force. You know there is a scream that rips from your dry mouth, but you can’t hear it with the blood rushing through your ears. Ukai works you through your first orgasm, stilling his thrusts as until you come floating back down.

“I know this slutty little cunt better than the back of my hand. Now, my precious little thing,” You watch as Ukai hooks your limp legs over his shoulders, lining his throbbing cock back to your slopping entrance. “Let’s do that a couple more times.”

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

You feel your senses coming back to you slowly, with every delicate touch Keishin glides over your skin. He pulls you back to reality with sweet touches and the deep, gravely sound of his voice. After several meticulous moments and even more words of praise, Kei delivers a delicate kiss to your forehead and carries you to the shower. You take a deep, relaxed sigh as he massages your aching muscles under the hot water. After drying your exhausted body with a fluffy towel, Keishin helps you into a comfy pair of leggings and one of his sweatshirts. 

“Take my hand. Take my whole heart too.” Your boyfriend’s broad arms wrap around your waist, hands finding purchase under the orange sweatshirt currently drowning your form, and you melt into his chest. “Because I can’t help, falling in love with you.” You turn around in his arms to steal a kiss, but as your lips attach to his a small laugh bubbles up from your stomach. 

“What are you giggling at?” Keishin eyes you curiously, and you start laughing even harder.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about the bloody nose you gave me when we first met.” You cackle at the memory and feel Keishin take an exasperated but amused sigh, joining your laughter with his own.

“First of all, Princess, you ran into me.”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

Elemental Reaction: Melt

In hindsight, Albedo should have known that leaving Klee and Rubedo in his brother’s care would lead to disaster. His only saving grace was that he’d at least had the sense to bring them all out into the wilderness while left to investigate a lead on a strange crystalline structure. Klee and Nigredo both had a natural chaotic energy to them, and Rubedo was very impressionable as he was still learning how to be human. It only made sense that his siblings would fuel each other and his nephew would absorb it all like a sponge.

Were he a lesser man, the Kreideprinz would be swearing up and down when he heard the massive KABOOM behind him, a blast of cold reaching all the way to where he was crouched down by a cliffside studying the mineral in the report he’d been given by Master Jean. His older brother was one such lesser man, spouting an entire rainbow of curses in Khaenri’an as Albedo approached. At least he had the decency to swear in a language Klee couldn’t understand, but it did nothing to quell the annoyance written clearly on the younger alchemist’s face as he crossed his arms and impatiently tapped his bicep with a finger.

“I’ll wait until one of you is ready to explain,” he ground out.

“It was my fault,” Nigredo supplied quickly, switching seamlessly from his mother language to the Common Tongue of Teyvat.

“I could hypothesize as much,” Albedo said. “But go on.”

Rubedo was busy avoiding his uncle’s gaze by guiding Klee to melt away the icicles sticking up every which way from the ground, the lingering result of the blast. The last of a gentle snowfall hit the grass and was rather slow to turn to liquid as a chill still permeated the area. For a radius of about half a mile around them, it was as if the field was suddenly plunged into winter. The Blumeprinz was doing his best to undo the damage of his powers, but it was ultimately up to the tiny Pyro user to clean up the mess.

Nigredo cleared his throat. “Rubedo wanted to try mimicking Klee’s explosives, and I was curious to see what such a blast would look like with an element other than Pyro, so I gave him the go-ahead. Ruby was just following his instincts to copy, and Klee didn’t know any better, so if you’re going to reprimand anyone, reprimand me.”

“Oh, I plan to, brother,” Albedo said, voice and face oozing un-amusement, leaving Klee to look up at him with hope in her big crimson eyes.

“So you won’t tell on me to Master Jean?” she asked.

Unable to stay irate with his baby sister, he offered her a soft smile. “You’re off the hook this time and this time only. But you have to help me deliver my report to her.”

“Okay! Deal!” Klee said.

“Oh yeah,” Nigredo said. “I forgot the whole reason we came out here in the first place. So, what was it?”

“Nothing of concern,” Albedo answered. “Just a discolored magical crystal. Rare, but certainly no cause for panic. Now, let’s all go get something to eat.” He aimed a stern expression at his brother. “And you had better enjoy it, Nigredo. This will be your last meal as a free man for a while after this stunt. You’re very lucky there were no wayward adventurers nearby.”

Nigredo gulped and solemnly followed his family back to the city.

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Amber had naturally been tasked with fitting Rubedo with his first glider and teaching him how to use it. The Outrider was understandably reluctant upon learning exactly who and what Rubedo was, but after spending some time with him, she quickly became endeared with his childlike curiosity. Whatever instabilities he’d had before had been balanced out, and the whopperflower seemed incredibly eager to learn as much as he could.

Amber didn’t mind the litany of questions Rubedo bombarded her with. In fact, she was delighted that he was showing so much interest in gliding. When she was confident the artificial wings wouldn’t slip off of him or chafe him, she brought the Blumeprinz to the outstretched hands of the Barbatos statue in front of the cathedral and glided down to the ground first, both to demonstrate and to position herself to catch him should something go wrong. Rubedo was obviously apprehensive, but Amber was nothing but encouraging, and soon, Rubedo was leaping off the statue’s palms. His descent was a bit wobbly, but he landed safely at the statue’s feet and was rewarded with a warm embrace.

“You did it!” Amber cheered, feeling the tension instantly leave her student’s body. “Good job, Rubedo! How did it feel?”

Rubedo beamed at the Outrider, matching her smiley energy. “It was really weird, but not in a bad way. I spent most of my time rooted to the ground. Literally. So to be able to soar through the air like that was… was so…”

“Freeing?” Amber supplied.

“Yeah! That’s it! I felt free!”

Amber giggled and released the Blumeprinz from her bear hug. “Well, this is the nation of Freedom. And now you’re a part of it. Let me be the first to welcome you officially as a Mondstadter, Rubedo!”

A sense of warmth bloomed in the Cryo creature’s chest. He was a Mondstadter. He now had something to call himself and somewhere to call home.

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Rubedo never considered himself lucky, but when compared to Bennett, he might has well have been mimicking a four-leaf clover. Much like Amber, Bennett was wary of him at first, and Rubedo refused to let himself be upset about it. He understood. He’d hurt them back when they first met, and Bennett undoubtedly got the worst of it.

So Rubedo kept his distance at first, but when he saw the young adventurer trapped in one of the nets his father had set up around their camp to make catching food easier, surrounded by torch-wielding hilichurls, he couldn’t stand idly by. This was his chance to make amends. And so the whopperflower rushed to Bennett’s aid. Rubedo shouted at the hilichurls to get away in their own language, and recognizing him as a fellow monster, they obeyed and scattered. He then formed a sword out of Cryo energy to cut Bennett down. The adventurer was sheepish in expressing his gratitude, as usual.

“Thanks for the rescue, Albedo,” he said.

Rubedo offered him a bright smile. “You’re welcome,” he says, “but I’m not Albedo, remember?” He gestured to his red clothing and the flowers in his hair. He felt a slight pang in his chest when the other boy tensed at the realization of who exactly had just saved him.

“Oh, you’re the… You’re Rubedo, right?” Bennett asked.

Rubedo nodded. “Mm. I’m sorry if my presence is making you uncomfortable. I’ll… I’ll leave you be now.” Hanging his head, the whopperflower turned to leave, but before he took five steps, Bennett’s voice pierced the winds.

“Wait!”

Rubedo startled a bit and turned his head back to face the other, who nervously scratched at the back of his head.

“Um… I still have to get back to the campsite at the base of the mountain. Who knows what else I could run into on the way down? It’s best if I bring a buddy with me, right?”

Magenta and periwinkle eyes sparked at the proposal. “A-are you sure?” Rubedo asked.

“If you were still looking to cause trouble, you wouldn’t be asking that, right?” A toothy grin spread across the adventurer’s face. “C’mon! We can chat on the way down. We didn’t really get a chance to have a proper talk the first time around.” He turned and gestured for Rubedo to follow, sending the flower into a panic.

“Ah! Bennett, w-wait! You’re going the wrong way! There’s a really mean lawachurl down that path!”

“Huh?? Oh! Uh, haha! I knew that!”

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Nigredo knew that if he wanted to continue his relationship with Diluc, he would have to introduce the wine tycoon to his son eventually. Diluc took the fact that Rubedo was a mutated whopperflower surprisingly well. In fact, he barely had any reaction at all. The only thing he found even remotely strange was the fact that his son-in-law was nearly identical to his boyfriend, but Rubedo’s demeanor was different enough that Diluc supposed it wouldn’t be difficult to look past that.

Diluc wasn’t quite sure he was ready to be called “Dad” just yet, though, and Rubedo simply called him “Mr. Diluc,” despite the redhead’s insistence that the “Mr.” was unnecessary. Despite his brooding reputation among the citizens of Mondstadt, Diluc was pleasant around children, and while Rubedo wasn’t exactly a child in the traditional sense, Diluc, like everyone else, regarded him as such. Nigredo’s heart swelled when he saw his boyfriend showing his sillier side to his son, and while he didn’t want to take his eyes off of such a wholesome scene, he’d come to the winery for a reason, and so he got to work revitalizing the less vibrant sections of the vineyard while Diluc kept Rubedo entertained.

When he was finished, he circled around the winery to see Diluc sitting on the front steps with a sleeping Rubedo on his lap, arms lazily slinked around Diluc and head snuggled under the redhead’s chin. Nigredo couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Had a little too much fun?” he teased.

“I have no idea what happened,” Diluc said. “He started getting antsy, so I tried holding him like my father used to do with me when I got restless as a child, and he just went boneless and fell asleep.” His brows furrowed in concern. “He didn’t inherit your condition somehow, did he?”

“Goodness, no,” Nigredo assured. “It’s because of your Vision.”

“My Vision…?”

The Erdeprinz took a seat next to his boyfriend and began running his fingers through Rubedo’s hair. “I’ve noticed it happen sometimes when Klee gets clingy with him. He’s a Cryo whopperflower. Excessive Pyro energy makes him a bit sluggish, that’s all.”

Vermillion eyes widened in panic. “I’m not hurting him, am I?”

Nigredo chuckled. “Calm down, ήλιε μου. If he was in pain, he wouldn’t be resting so peacefully in your arms.”

Diluc visibly relaxed and cradled Rubedo closer. The flower let out a happy sigh and smiled in his sleep.

“Does he dream at all?” the redhead asked.

“He does,” Nigredo answered. “And from the looks of it, it’s a very pleasant one this time.” He rested his head on Diluc’s shoulder and gazed out at the horizon as the sun was beginning to dip behind the distant mountains.

“Why don’t you two stay the night?” Diluc suggested. “There’s no point in hiking back up to Dragonspine at this hour.”

“I’d love to, but my brother is expecting me back at the camp.”

“I’ll have a message sent to him via falcon. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you rushing home and overexerting yourself. Even if you always keep some medication on you, it’s not worth triggering your condition.”

Nigredo chuckled. “You are quite persuasive, Master Diluc~ Alright.” He placed the back of his hand dramatically to his forehead. “If you insist, I suppose I can bear one night in the winery.”

Diluc huffed out a laugh. “Oh please, do impose upon me in my own home.” With a quick peck to the alchemist’s lips, Diluc easily hoisted Rubedo into his arms as he stood to lead Nigredo inside.

[aurumacadicus]

Title: Thin Ice

(can be taken literally or figuratively(

Pairing: Tony x avengers

(and any extra people of your choice!)

Some polyvengers, very nice 🤔 Gonna go with OG6!

Thin Ice

The snow was melting. Soon, the path to Tony's den would be impassible; the mountain roads would clear, travel would open up, and humans would start traversing the area again. The most dangerous thing on the mountains would no longer be icy roads, avalanches, and ice witches. Now it would be Tony, and Tony was too hurt to be able to protect himself properly.

"Until next winter, then," Steve told Wanda as they donned their armor. The probability of bandits was up now that things were beginning to thaw. "If you have true need of us, you know how to call for us."

"As Tony will likely follow you, we will endeavor not to need you," Wanda deadpanned.

The Avengers took it at the dismissal it was, nodded at her, and left.

They were late, this year. The trek to Tony's den was harrowing. Ledges that had once been thick and firm with ice were now thin and treacherous; icicles were snapping free and plunging down into the trench they were edging around; and finally, the sheet of ice that led from the edge of a cliff over to a mostly-hidden niche in the opposite cliff wall was slick with water, so thin that they could see through it to the dark pit below. Normally it was so thick and strong that it was opaque.

"I'm gonna throw up," Bruce said, looking vaguely green, and Natasha and Clint ended up pulling him in their sledge of supplies after Thor blindfolded him so he couldn't see.

"If your brother makes us late again next year, I expect to be allowed to punch him in the face," Steve told Thor mulishly once they'd reached the opposite side of the canyon, waiting to make sure the sled and Bruce got inside safely.

"Of course," Thor agreed solemnly.

Just as Steve and Thor squeezed into the niche leading to the tunnel to Tony's den, there was a high-pitched noise, and then a cracking sound, and they both watched, stone-faced, as the ice crackled and then shattered apart. Usually they heard it from a distance. Thor looked pale, grim, and urged Steve ahead of him. Steve went without another comment.

It took twenty minutes of stumbling along before the tunnel widened enough that they no longer had to walk one-by-one. As soon as they made it into the wider part of the tunnel, there was a whoosh, and then oil lamps on either side lit up. They began moving faster, not just because they could see and had the freedom to now--it meant Tony was close.

And there he was, ruby red scales glittering in the light of the lamps, blue claws shimmering as he breathed frost onto a rune on the wall.

"Tony!" Steve called out when he saw Bruce and Natasha were carefully packing away the supplies in the larder. "We're here!"

Tony whipped his head around, twisting his long neck so he could see them properly. "You came! It got so late, I thought you weren't coming. I would have held the ice sheet longer if I'd known."

"Loki stole Steve's shield, so we had to chase him down to get it," Thor admitted with a wince when Steve scowled at him.

"What an asshole," Tony said, trying to sound sympathetic and failing, but it wasn't his fault he didn't understand that the magic on Steve's shield was rare and it falling into the wrong hands was dangerous. "I'm going to shift now! Stand back."

They all pressed against the wall so as not to get hit by a wild bolt of magic as Tony breathed in deep, then let his breath out again slowly in a plume of icy mist. His figure disappeared inside it. Bruce and Clint hurried to grab the bundle of clothes they brought for him. He always forgot to take care of the ones they left him with, since he didn’t wear them when he was in his dragon form, so they’d have to clean them before he could wear them again.

The mist cleared, and Tony stood there in all his naked glory, frowning at the patches of scales over his joints. “Hmm. Out of practice. I’ll have to try again.”

“Actually, you’re kind of sexy like this,” Natasha mused, giving him a slow look up and down with a smirk.

Tony looked down at himself again. “You think so?”

“You always look so becoming in red,” Thor agreed when he noticed Steve was just gaping at him like an idiot. He thought about elbowing him, but decided against it. Best to let Steve get that over with at the beginning.

“Well, if you say so. I missed you all!” Tony added as Clint helped him into a shirt. “I’m going to sleep for three days though.”

“Not gonna lie, Tony. The cuddle pile at the beginning is my favorite part of visiting you,” Bruce said, shrugging. “Winters are always so busy for us, since we’re trying to get everything done before we come stay with you. It’s nice to just rest and feel completely safe.”

Tony preened. “Yes, I’m an excellent defender. I expect lots of kisses and snuggles in repayment.”

“Of course,” Steve answered immediately, with more gravity than he probably needed, because Tony was oblivious even on the best of days.

“--and dick. I expect lots of dick too,” Tony mumbled, but his mumble was basically the same volume as his speaking voice, so everyone heard it.

“What about me,” Natasha asked, just to be contrary.

Tony gave her his best bitch face. “I have a mouth? And obviously there will be plenty of dick to go around, I only have two orifices for--”

“Don’t use the word ‘orifice,’” Clint told him sternly.

“...Anyway my tongue still does this,” Tony said, and let it flicker out in a hiss, long and pink and forked.

Natasha had to sit down before she fell over. Luckily, no one could make fun of her, because they also had to sit down before they fell down.

Tony ignored them, fingers fumbling over the buttons of his new shirt. “Goodnight, wish I could have greeted you more but I’m,” he said, and then flopped forward onto the floor on his face, already lax with sleep.

“How much magic does shifting require?” Steve asked Thor as he helped put Tony in the middle of the pile of pillows that served as his bed.

“I mean, he’s an ice dragon, Steve,” Thor sighed, shrugging. “He had a long winter. I’m sure it wasn’t the shifting alone that exhausted him.”

“You and I will have to make Tony some good stew for when he wakes up,” Steve told Bruce, who nodded happily before he crawled onto the pillows beside Tony as well. “Alright, everyone get in. I’ll put the blankets on first.”

The rest of the group scurried around putting things away as quickly as they could, grabbing snacks, going to the bathroom. Finally, though, they all settled, and Steve took his turn pulling several blankets up over them all before he wedged in on the end. Tony didn’t stir at all, even when they all took turns kissing his forehead goodnight.

That was a good sign though, they thought. It meant he felt safe enough to be vulnerable around them, and that had been hard-won.

[obscureamor]

❝𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭❞ 

❥     sakusa kiyoomi x fem! reader

❥     t/w  |  nsfw, noncon, slapping, degradation

»     a/n  |  initially started out as a thirst, then my brain went ‘slapping.’

You’re too disgusting for somebody like Komori… is what he wants to think, but truth be told Sakusa only wanted you for himself.

You always used to be close with the two cousins, but as time went on Sakusa grew colder towards you, while his feelings grew warmer... you took it the wrong way. He admired you in a messed up sense, admired the way you were so carefree and in the moment, but he hated it. He hated that part about you. In a way, Komori is the glue that holds you all together. You’re just a straggler though. You come and go as you please and Sakusa hates it.

And you can tell…

You can see it in the way he looks at you, the way his eyes analyze your every move. Just waiting, hoping you’d mess something up. When you did something wrong, it gave him a reason to talk to you. He didn’t care that it wasn’t in a positive light, that the memories you’d have of your conversations would only be negative. Sakusa hasn't had a normal conversation with you since you were kids.

He didn't expect you to come back from your trip so soon, so when Komori calls him, frantically telling him he can’t pick you up because the roads are starting to become frosted… he has to pretend it’s no big deal. 

He doesn’t live that far from the train station, but having to walk back home with Sakusa in the dark isn’t anyone’s dream. You have to stay over with the way the snow is visibly picking up and from what Komori told you, he should be able to come and get you by tomorrow. 

You’re bundled in a nice scarf and coat over your outfit. The walk is silent, the only sounds being the occasional ‘hurry up’s from Sakusa and you sniffling. Every breath is visible as you two walk towards his house. The way the snow is getting caught in his hair makes you smile, but you can only wonder how you look at this exact moment. You hope snot isn't dripping down your face. You're shivering but it's such a contrast to the way your body feels hot all over.

-

You can feel the tension in the air as you enter his home. It’s been a while since it’s only been you two. He watches as you take off your shoes, silently judging the way your hands shake or how you keep messing with your shirt.

‘Stop fidgeting,’ he wants to say but bites his tongue.

He takes off his mask watching as you walk to the kitchen to wash your hands. He follows shortly after making sure you did everything right.

“Sakusa?” you question, turning to look at him only to find him already staring. “W-Would you like to stay in the living room or—?”

“The living room.”

It’s nerve-wracking as you follow him and suddenly you can’t remember how to breathe. The hotness you were experiencing earlier has turned into icicles. It's festering, weighing you down, and you can feel your eyes watering even though nothing has happened yet. You're hit with a barrage of worry, goosebumps rising on your skin because suddenly the house feels too cold. When did you start being afraid of Sakusa? You're afraid of him. It’s something you never admitted because who could you admit that too? So when did it start? Was it when his eyes became over-analytical of you? When every word that came out of his mouth had a biting edge to them even though he didn't mean it?

You're taking deep breaths as you reluctantly take a seat on the couch, watching as he leaves to check on something before taking a seat beside you. Your eyes are darting all over the room before they settle on the window. It’s dark out and you can’t see anything with the way the snow is hitting the glass. You can feel his stare on you, so you do what you do best… try and fill the silence.

“How was your day?”

You turn to look at him, staring at him with those stupid eyes, a shaky smile on your lips as you await his answer.

“Good. And yours?”

You inhale a sharp breath. His day was only…  ‘good.’ Well, you don’t know what you were expecting with someone as straightforward as Sakusa. You’re just glad he asked you about yours too.

“Today was… well, um—” your voice trembles as you feel his cold stare on you. “—kinda boring… the train ride wasn’t that long, but nothing interesting happened. I’m sad Komori isn't with us though.”

His hands clench into fists and you’re so dense that you take his silence as a signal to keep going.

“Did I ever tell you about the time Komori and I went to go eat at, like… I don’t know— it was really early.” There’s a chuckle that you try to mask before you continue, “Maybe about 3am…  but! That’s not the point. He ended up getting caught between some fence and I really don’t know how.”

You’re too busy caught in your own world, reminiscing memories of your little adventures with Komori, that you don’t realize the way Sakusa is staring at you. The way his lip is curled into a scowl and his eyes are squinting in disbelief. He never knew that you two hung out alone. As far as Sakusa’s knowledge went, if Komori is there then so is he. When did you two start to see each other without him? Did you act differently when you were around Komori? Was there a whole other side to you Sakusa doesn't know about?

You’re still going.

How can one person talk about another this much?

There’s a yelp that leaves you when Sakusa pushes you to the floor, his body on top of yours. Your head feels like it's pounding as his hand slaps over your mouth. He’s relishing in the way your wide eyes are focused on him and him only.

“I’m so tired of you talking about him.”

He can hear your muffled words behind his palm, eyes frazzled and wide. Your hands are laying limp at your sides. The overwhelming feeling of dread washes over you— the icicles break in half and stab you in your gut.

“I’m better than him in every way, so pay attention to me.”

The way his eyes have no emotion behind them other than pure annoyance scares you. It was a look he gave to strangers when they touched or bumped into him, not a look he gave you. It’s silent as the wind picks up and the beating of your heart could be heard loud in your ears. His hand moves to hold your jaw, forcing your lips to pucker out. Your hands scramble to grab his wrist, pulling and tugging to let go so he squeezes harder making you cry out in pain at the way his nails start to dig into your skin. You don’t expect it when Sakusa spits in your mouth, the defining ‘ptuh’ making everything seem worse. He watches with monotonous fervor as you struggle and shake your head trying anything and everything to not swallow. It’s all futile as he watches his spit mingle with yours before finally, it goes down.

You can feel something tug at your pants before you process what he’s trying to do. He’s pulling them off, fingers then looping into the waistband of your panties before he pulls them down messily, albeit swiftly.

“Omi! ‘op!” you cry out.

The sound of his belt being worked off rings in your ears.

If there was one thing you knew about Sakusa, it’s that he liked to work smoothly and efficiently. He can’t do that with the way your legs are trying to kick at him, with the way your nails are digging into his wrist to let go of your jaw. So when his hand leaves your face you’re relieved, almost crying in relief as you go to soothe the ache, but it’s short-lived when you can hear the sound of his hand meeting your skin. The pop against your cheek and the crackle of the sting.

You finally realize that he wasn’t one of the top three aces for nothing.

“You’re just a stupid whore,” he mutters as he lines himself up with your entrance. “You have no idea how lucky you are for me to even think about fucking you.”

“Kiyoomi, please stop.”

There's anguish in your voice, but the thought is fleeting. It dissipates as if it’s snow after a sunny day. He likes the way his given name sounds coming out of your mouth too much for him to think about how you feel.

You can feel him rubbing himself along your lips and every time his cockhead catches on your entrance a whimper leaves you.

“Saku—”

When his hand meets your cheek for the second time, you feel him swiftly push in, hands settling on your hips. You throw your head back in a silent scream, back arching and chest flush against his. Your cunt is squeezing him and the groan Sakusa lets out echoes within the desolate house.

You sob out and you already know your skin is red, probably welting at the force. He hates the way your nose is leaking snot and how your disgusting tears are dirtying his floors.

“P-Please, stop, Saku—!”

There’s a ringing in your ears as he backhands you.

You don’t know what you’re doing wrong. What’s wrong? You can feel your cheek bruising. Your skin is stinging like the bad sunburn you got when Komori forgot to wake you from your nap at the beach. When your vision finally clears up as you blink away the tears… the look in Sakusa’s eyes scares you. He’s always had an apathetic look to him, but this… his eyes seem as black as the winter's night, and it’s only now that you realize— you’re stuck in a house alone with him until tomorrow.

“Kiyoomi…” you gasp. Your eyes scrunch tight and your shoulders raise as you brace yourself for another impact that doesn’t come. “Omi… I-I don’t— what did I do to you?”

You look so pathetic as you try and understand, but your small brain wouldn’t understand anything as complex as a man’s emotions.

“Omi-chan, please tell me what I did,” you sniffle, trembling hands coming up to grip onto his shoulders.

He’s reminded of when you all were younger at that nickname, reminded of when you would cling to him as you do to Komori now. You can’t save yourself no matter how much you plead and beg for him to stop.

He blinks at you once, twice, before rearing his hips back and slamming into you. There’s a choked out cry that leaves you, hands twisting his shirt as you grip onto him tighter.

“It hurts, Kiyoomi! P-Please stop!”

You’re so dry, but it’s not like it matters. Sakusa relishes in the way your pussy starts to tremble around him as it gets slicked up with every thrust. He wonders how much of a slut you really are and at the thought of Komori being the one to fuck you he slaps you again.

“You’re so dirty it makes me sick.”

His hands are pawing at your tits and it’s only seconds before he gets tired of your shirt being in the way. He shoves the piece of clothing up and you can hear Sakusa ‘tsk’ at your choice in bra color. He starts thrusting into you with such ferocity that makes your tits bounce with every thrust.

“Are you gonna cum like the dirty whore you are?”

You’re shaking your head, but you’re such a fucking liar. The way your stupid hole is drooling around him and clamping down tells him everything he needs to know. His hand leaves your hip, coming to rest on your throat.

“I’m going to cum in you. Komori won’t want a tainted whore.”

“Please no Kiyoomi! Please don’t! Please! I-I—” you’re trying to think of anything, but you only cry harder when your mind comes up blank.

He says nothing as he keeps moving, hand growing tighter around your throat. It’s not enough to choke you, just enough to tell you that he’s in control of the situation— he always has been. Sakusa gives no warnings as his breath hitches and he releases his load into you. He’s still going, not stopping until you cum. It’s just to prove his point that you really are a mindless whore.

There’s an earth-shattering sob that leaves you when you feel his seed flood into you. It’s so overwhelming that you cum, gummy walls riveting him in place as your body trembles. It’s moments later that Sakusa is left staring at you in awe for reasons unknown to him. Your pussy looks so pretty when it’s his cum that’s leaking out of it. He knows you’ve never slept with anyone, knows you’re untainted, but none of that matters now.

You can feel his eyes boring into you as you try and muffle your sobs... they’re as black as the winter’s night— void of emotion but full of plight.

[kosmosguk]

Fôret de Cauchemars (M)

Pairing: sleep psychiatrist kim namjoon x reader

Word Count: 6.3K

Summary: Plagued by nightmares of your boyfriend’s death, you turn to sleep psychiatrist Kim Namjoon for help. What you find in him is condolence in your isolated world, a ray of sunlight breaking through gaps of rotting leaves. What you find in him is a dream, a beautiful dream, until that dream shatters to reveal the true nightmare underneath. Sometimes, nightmares seamlessly blend into reality, and, unfortunately, waking up simply won’t make them go away anymore.  

Warnings: Yandere themes, death, murder, mature themes (bondage, cunnilingus, unprotected sex), smut, violence, kidnapping, self-loathing, psychological disorders, manipulation,  mentions of suicide, gore 

A/N: Finally back with a fic in a...month? Sorry for the delay; the work load of classes this year has been a real bonk to the vibes, but hopefully testing out a oneshot fic will get me back in the writing energy. Happy fall, and maybe (just maybe) we’ll vibe it up with a new spooky series featuring our beloved yandere bangtan boys! Dedicated to Namjoon’s birthday (although it’s been weeks), and hopefully Jungkook’s birthday fic will be up next. Unfortunately, this means next release of Lineage might not be until October/early November, but I hope you guys stick around!

You didn’t quite know when the nightmares began.

They were unconscious little pricks of fear, the kind that crawled under your skin into your skull and left you with a cold sweat and rapid heartbeat. You always forgot them when you woke up, but their influence was engraved into your bones and etched in every sleep-deprived jolt of paranoia and every accusatory glance you threw to your empty surroundings. You felt eyes on you, even though the remnants of your fading rationality knew that there was nothing there.

Each night filled with the conflict of battling off your body’s desire to sleep left you even more exhausted and even more terrified of some nameless entity that your sleepless mind had conjured up.

The nightmares did not stop. They refused to stop; you knew you needed to solve it somehow. That brought you to the moment of now, in the present, across from a sleep psychiatrist in an office with an air condition system that blew cold gusts of air against the back of your neck and left bumps of goosebumps rising up on your skin.

You curled in on yourself, picking at the ends of your sleeves until the threads became loose, as the sound of rustling paper flipping between your sleep psychiatrist’s fingers filled up the gaps of your sleep-deprived mind. You tentatively threw a glance at the man across from you.

If you weren’t nearly irrational from the lack of sleep, you would’ve been able to truly appreciate how handsome the man was. He was the kind of handsome that artists drew portraits and sculpted of and poets waxed long pages of sonnets about. With smoky gray hair slicked back, eyes curved elegantly behind silver-rimmed glasses, and a sharp mouth set back in a firm expression, Dr. Kim was the type of beautiful that you found in every sharp edge of an icicle.

However, it was unnerving how familiar you felt with his beauty.

“(Y/n) (L/n), correct?’’

His voice, a baritone that encased the chilly office air, drew you back into your blurry reality. You heard a soft click as he turned on his stopwatch. The soft ticking noise reverberated in the still room, just a tinge louder than the blast of the air conditioning. You nodded your head mutely before reaching up to rub at your sore, burning eyes.

“Yes…,” you fought back a yawn, and your words slurred a bit as tears prickled your eyes,” Sorry…’m jus’ tired.”

His gaze, previously neutral, softened a bit more at your pitiful state.

“Though it is currently difficult right now, we’ll work through any psychological stressors that may be causing your nightmares. When did the nightmares begin?’’

You blinked owlishly at him��well, you were more like a raccoon than an owl with how severe your dark circles were, though that was a jab of humor your dwindling mind allowed you on only rare occasions—as you tried to register his words.

“Hmm,’’ you rolled your shoulders back, and a dull ache throbbed through your body as you stretched it,” I don’t…really remember. I don’t remember a lot of things now. Can’t even remember what I did yesterday… Maybe…a couple months ago? They weren’t…weren’t as bad as they are now, so I didn’t really pay attention to them.”

“Have you tried any over the counter sleep medications?’’

You scratched your neck.

Tick, tick, tick.

“Tried a few, but the nightmares didn’t seem to go away. Woke up…,” you shook yourself as if to demonstrate,” cold sweat and everything after a bit. Nightmares came right away, which is weird cause I don’t think I’m even asleep long enough to enter REM.”

“We’ll try a stronger prescription to see if it’ll help you sleep better. Has there been any troubling situations lately? Some time before the nightmares started, right when they started, or even ongoing ones?’’

You blinked again, your eyelids scraping against your dry eyes.

“Hmm…Someone, uh, passed away… My boyfriend? Maybe these nightmares are about losing him, but I dunno…can’t remember them.”

“Would you like to talk more about this?’’ Though his tone was more gentle, Dr. Kim had a look in his eyes that seemed even more chilling than the artificially generated wind against your skin.

You didn’t pay attention. It took you a lot more effort to pay attention to things nowadays and noticing tiny almost unnoticeable things was even more difficult.

“Yeah…It was tough that time. He disappeared, and they found his body. Said he killed himself, but, uh,’’ you tugged even harder on the loose threads, your eyes glued to them,’’ I didn’t even notice the signs…”

“Do you blame yourself for what happened?’’

You blinked once and then twice and then thrice. You could not look at Dr. Kim, but there was a strange shift in the air. Maybe it was a delusional mix of emotions and sleep deprivation. Maybe it was something more. You settled on the former.

The next words came out a bit more choked than you wanted them to. You thought you might’ve cried if you weren’t already so mentally and physically exhausted.

“Yeah…I was his girlfriend. Shoulda seen the signs, but I was busy, and we were drifting apart…,” you bitterly mumbled,” No excuse, though. I have no excuses…”

A silence settled between the two of you. You felt like you had just bored some piece that you had crammed in your soul so tight that it drifted into your thoughts like a second poison. You were so tired; you wanted to tuck yourself into the leather chair and fall asleep to avoid how vulnerable you felt. You noticed him level his steady gaze on you.

“No one can see the signs. People are good at hiding the worst things affecting them, even from those they care for deeply and who care for them deeply. You can’t continue to blame yourself for events in the past that cannot be changed and let that blame affect the you of the present and the future. (Y/n), the first way to conquer your nightmares is to forgive yourself.”

For the first time in the meeting, you raised your gaze to meet Dr. Kim’s gaze straight on. Your eyes, vulnerable and holding onto a devastatingly deep sorrow, were surprised to see that the look in Dr. Kim’s eyes was not as pulled together as his words were. But maybe, as you unconsciously tugged on another thread so hard that it yanked out of your sweater sleeve and drifted to your lap, that was just another one of your delusions.

Dr. Kim’s words resonated throughout your mind on your commute home. They bore a weight on your mind as you slowly shuffled throughout the rest of your day, and they rang even stronger as you laid in bed.

When you closed your eyes, you felt yourself drifting off into the land of unconsciousness. You were running in a forest, clumps of dead grass, rotting leaves, and mud staining the soles of your feet, and your breath gusted out in sharp white puffs of air. The dew of the forest left a sheen on your skin as the wind brushing against your body chilled you to the bone. Underneath the whistle of the wind, you could hear the sound of something ticking.

Tick, tick, tick.

Something grabbed your ankle, sending you sprawling to the forest floor, and you threw a frantic glance at what had yanked you down. Tears built in your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. You were trying to push yourself off the floor to keep running, but the branches and roots of the trees of the forest broke out from the floor and wrapped tight around your trembling form, pinning your quaking body to the muddy ground.

You saw a glimpse of a hand and part of an arm extending itself from the forest floor, dirt crusted under the fingernails and staining the crevices of the palm. The forest floor opened up, dirt jaggedly fragmenting and cracking open, as the body behind the hand emerged. You watched, petrified from your spot to the floor. The head pushed out from the forest floor first, and your eyes made contact with the sunken eyes of your dead boyfriend. You were screaming now, your voice hoarse, but no sound coming out. The ticking sound grew louder and louder, and you were crying even harder.

He was so pale that the moonlight trickled through his almost translucent skin, a corpse that dragged itself to the land of the living, and his dark hair was matted to his forehead. There was a sticky glint to the side of his head where his hair looked more clumped. You forced yourself to tear your gaze away from it.

“Why…Why did you leave me behind?’’ his voice was like a haunting croak. You could speak now, and your voice pitched into a petrified scream.

“I didn’t mean to…! I didn’t mean to! You told me to run! You told me to run!’’ your voice broke out of your throat, and it grew and grew in an unruly crescendo. “I’m so sorry! I should’ve never left you behi-“

You drew in a sharp inhale that suffocated you, leaving the last words still on your lips as you woke up in your bed. The chill of the forest left you; you were in your bed again, the sheets and blanket messily wrapped around your body. You had been thrashing in your sleep, sending pillows down onto the floor. The room was still dark, just a few moments before dawn. You got up, the cold sweat on your body leaving you breathless, and you blindly reached down to grab your pillows and throw them back onto your bed. Instead of touching the slippery silk covers of your pillows, your fingers met something soft and cuddly.

Your fingers wrapped around a tiny, stuffed arm, and you pulled up what the item was.

A scream tore out of your lips as you threw away the item. It was the stuffed bunny your boyfriend had given you the night of your first anniversary, the last night you had seen your boyfriend before he had pushed you to keep running; this was the very item you had dropped in your run out of the forest. You had left it there.

Why, why was it here?

Your head was hurting, and you dropped the plush animal back onto the ground. You hadn’t noticed the faint blood stains. Its faux fur was too dark for you to make out the splashes of dried brown red.

No, no, what do you mean you left it there? You never went in a forest. Your boyfriend overdosed. They found his body. You weren’t there; you were at home working— You sagged against your bed as your head pounded in throbbing agony.

No, you were here. You were here, waiting for him. It was your first anniversary. He was late. He never came home. You had gotten angry and had called him several times. And then…And then, you got the phone call the next morning that they found his dead body. He killed himself. You forcibly repeated that until it was ingrained in your head, and your breathing slowed down.

The next time you woke up, the sun was blindingly warm against your face, but the nightmare had already left your body cold long before.

You were seated across from Dr. Kim again. The dark circles were even worse today, and you fought back a yawn as he clicked his pen and pressed the tip against the pristine white of his notepad. You watched through watery eyes as your name elegantly swirled out in ink on the notepad.

“I’ve been sleeping the most I’ve ever had in a while, so, uh…Hah, would that even qualify as a perk?’’ you smiled weakly,” And I can remember my nightmares now, though that in itself is exhausting me more than the nights before the remembering ever could.”

His pen stopped right at the second curve of your name. He raised an eyebrow, his demeanor still as composed as ever. He was listening. He was the only one who would listen to you now. Well, you suppose he was the only one who listened because you were paying him for each second of his time.

“That’s good to hear. Remembering your nightmares can help us continue to identify and potentially reduce the impact of your psychological stressor. Continue to talk about them. What do you see?’’

“Uh,’’ you yawned this time, your yawn so big that it cracked your jaw and filled your eyes with tears,’’ They’re a little vague.’’

“It’s okay. You’ve made progress.”

“Mmm…if you say so.’’ You scratched your wrist, your gaze on the skin,” Well…I’m in a forest. Super scary. I think it’s the one they found my boyfriend in. And I’m running. And, uh, a hand comes out and grabs my ankle, and I try to break free…but…but I can’t, the trees are coming and they’re wrapping so tight…I can’t breathe.”

Your words sped up, and you didn’t know you were choking on your own breath until you let out a strangled cough at the last word.

“Keep on going.”

“And I—,’’ you’re tearing up now, sobbing slightly as you force the next words out through ragged breaths,” I look over, and it’s him! It’s him! He’s there! He’s climbing out…and he’s asking me why. Why! I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!’’

Your voice heightened in its pitch, and you were just a whisper below a full-on yell. Your shoulders shook, trembling as the tears spilled out and splashed against your cheeks and dripped down your chin, and you were curling further into yourself as you fought to inhale a deep breath. Dr. Kim was out of his chair, his hands stroking your shoulder gently, and he was soothing you. He was holding you now. You buried your head into the collar of his shirt, staining the cloth with tears and snot.

This wasn’t professional, but Dr. Kim made no move to get away, and you didn’t care that you were probably violating some doctor-patient code of conduct rule. It had been so long since someone held you and stroked your back so kindly.

When you finally broke away from the hug to look at Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim brushed the drying tears off of your cheek, his finger glistening with your tears. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. This was wrong. Not only professionally, but your boyfriend…You couldn’t move on from him. But you couldn’t push away the only hand that was willing to dry your tears.

You somehow managed to look at him, your cheeks feeling hot, and you shakily whispered,” I’m…I’m sorry.”

Who were you apologizing to? Dr. Kim for having a mental breakdown, though his job in the very first place was to help you with mental breakdowns? Your dead boyfriend, who was rotting away 6 feet under for finding solace in another man? Or you, poor innocent you who had suffered so much?

He tenderly smiled at you, the warm look strange compared to his usual stony expression but oh so comforting.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s normal.” He cleared his throat, his expression turning cold again, and he was back in his leather chair.

Somehow, although the two of you had resumed as if was normal, you knew something had changed. Maybe it was when his arms were wrapped around your trembling form, his touch warming up your freezing body, or maybe it was the very moment you had sat down on the sofa across from him just a few minutes ago.

Or maybe, maybe something was different between the two of you all along.

You had the same nightmare again that very night. Well, it was not like it ever really changed, not when your psychological state of mind seemed to seek its purpose in rattling every single nerve in your poor body. But something seemed even more worse than usual in your dream.

The scent of mildew was the same, damply settling on the back of your tongue and in your throat, and you could smell something rotting underneath the sickly-sweet scent. However, that wasn’t what was off in your dream.

You weren’t running for the first time. No rapid breath escaped you; your chest rose and fell in even beats. That was your first indication that something was terribly wrong.

What a horrible irony bestowed upon you.

Your fears were confirmed when you heard something small and thin and sharp snap underfoot, and you turned slowly. Your mouth fell open in horror at the sight.

There was a skeleton, one with ivory bones that gleamed underneath the waxy moonlight, and something told you that that skeleton was your boyfriend. Your gaze darted to what made that terrible crackling sound: a foot clad in a leather shoe against the delicate bone wrist of your boyfriend’s postmortem state. Your eyes trailed up and up and up until they settled onto the face of the perpetrator.

“Dr. Kim?’’ the dream you, despite the roaring screams of your thoughts, smiled a coquettish one that stretched almost painfully on your face. You took steps forward, the mud staining your bare feet, and you felt bone snap and crackle and crumble underneath your weight as you got closer and closer, and Dr. Kim laughed as he swept you up in his arms and left a loving kiss on your lips.

“My beloved,’’ his hands trailed to your waist. You felt the bone underneath your feet turn into a mass of bloody flesh and bone. There was a streak of red carnage on Dr. Kim’s face that you hadn’t noticed before,” Oh, how I adore you.”

“Dr. Kim,’’ you whispered playfully into the side of his neck,” Dr. Kim, touch me.”

His fingertips brushed underneath your skirt, toying with the fabric of your panties, and you let out a breathy sigh of laughter as you opened your legs further. A squelch of flesh and blood underneath the soles of your feet accompanied your movement. As you looked up, your eyes tenderly swept his face and took in his features.

His handsome features, his strong jaw and his softly curved lips and the indents in his cheeks dappled underneath the romantic pale moonlight peeking through the trees, looked absolutely maniacal. His voice was amused, and it swathed the crisp air of the forest in a breathy husk that left you shivering in both pleasure and thrill.

“It’s what I’ve been waiting for all along, my beloved.”

You woke up with a start. Your pajamas were sticking to your body in a feverish sweat, and you pushed yourself up and off the bed. Your body was unused to the sudden movement, and your legs froze, sending you to a tumble to the floor.

“What the,” you stayed there on the floor, unable to move. Your breath was heightened and came out in shallow pants through your dry lips. “What the absolute fuck?’’

When you finally managed to get off the floor and onto shaky legs that trembled to hold your weight, your first action was to call the office and cancel your upcoming appointment with Dr. Kim. You didn’t mind the large fee that came from this cancellation; even the thought of seeing him after what had transpired between the two of you in both reality and the imaginary world left you disgusted with yourself. You could feel the aching throb in between your legs, a neediness still settled in your veins, and the wet spot you left on your pantie. Bile rose up in your throat as your mind engulfed in self-loathing.

You turned off your phone and threw it onto your bed. It bounced off and landed by your feet on the carpet. You swallowed a shriek of ragged frustration before getting up in quick desperate movements. The uncomfortable drag of the fabric of your panties seemed to remind you only more of your shame. You felt dirty.

You needed to be clean.

You stepped into the tub, turned on the faucet, and silently stood there as the shower sprayed cold water onto your still-clothed body. Inhaling a sharp breath, you closed your eyes again.

“I’m so sorry.”

Looking back, you wondered to yourself, what were you even sorry for? Wouldn’t it have been better to be sorry for yourself?

Perhaps it wouldn’t have ended the way it did if you had done that instead. But you’ll never know now. It was too late.

The echo of the clock ticking seemed to sound over the rush of cold water. Each click and swing brushed against the other, softly like the wind that brushed through the leaves and the branches and the trees and by the roots that bounded your feet to the dirt.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

You couldn’t keep cancelling your appointments.

Some part of you didn’t want to. You hated that part of you. But it was ingrained in you. Some part of you was addicted to Dr. Kim, addicted to the way he had tenderly held you, to the way his fingers had felt against the soft skin of your cheek as he wiped away acrid tears.

You were sitting across from him again. The soft, almost inaudible but painfully audible to you ticking of his wristwatch echoed in the silent room. There was no notepad in his hands again, nor rustling of paper forms between slender fingers to fill up the tension in the room; there was only his gaze rested on you. You couldn’t breathe.

You were yanking on the threads of your sweater again. The threads, loosened, snagged on your nails, and you dropped the soft material with a mental huff of displeasure. The setting of the sun outside of the window drowned the both of you in a peaceful warm orange hue…but you knew: there’s nothing peaceful going on. Not in your heart, not in the crevices of the office, not in the way Dr. Kim coolly smiled at you as if nothing was wrong…Nothing was peaceful.

“It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you.” If you thought too hard into it, you might have perceived his words as accusatory. But he was just your psychiatrist. There was no way he was going to cross the professional boundary between the two of you. The first time was already a mistake.

Or was it?

“How are you?’’ his words sent a thrill down your spine.

You looked at him through your lashes. You couldn’t seem to think properly when he was so near you. The smell of his cologne, musky and rich, settled in your throat.

“I’m,’’ you swallowed thickly before ducking your head back down,” I’m fine.’’

“Are you really?’’

Those words seemed to break you down.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m fine,’’ the heaviness of your voice gave the truth right away, and you were sobbing. The you of before, the you back in the past when you were better, had hated crying, but something about being in this office, with the air conditioning blasting heavily at the nape of your neck and the thought of Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim, Dr. Kim left you glued to the seat in tears.

You sucked in a shaky breath, fiercely wiping away tears with your sleeves until your skin stung; you didn’t even notice the tissue box that Dr. Kim picked up and placed by you. He was closer to you now, sitting next to you on the couch in his office, and you leaned in closer to him. You felt him stroke your hair, comforting. You melted into his warmth.

“I’m s-…sorry,’’ you stammered out,’’ It’s just…It’s just I’m feeling guilty.”

“Why do you feel guilty?’’ his voice, deeper than usual, brushed hotly against your ear, and you shivered. Was it the air-conditioning that chilled you to the bone, or was it something else?

Ironically, despite the icy feeling in your gut, you could feel the heat coming to your cheeks, and you swore there must’ve been some hint of a flush that gave away the rapid pit-pattering of your heart. The guilt swelled and crashed in your chest with every thump.

“I’m guilty because…because!’’ the words dried up in your throat, and you clenched your eyes shut as you forced them out through trembling lips,” I shouldn’t be viewing someone else like this.”

“Like what?’’

“In the way I viewed my boyfriend…I’m—,’’ you swallowed thickly.

“Who do you view this way?’’ The gentle stroking of your hair halted, and you peeked open your eyes. You couldn’t meet his gaze, though, and your eyes fell back down to your lap.

“Y-,’’ you sucked in a breath,’’ You, Dr. Kim.”

Tick, tick, tick.

The ticking of his stopwatch drew your attention, and you stared at it breathlessly as you waited for his reply.

He didn’t reply right away, and your heartbeat spiked painfully in your chest. You made a move to stand up, a torrid heat swelling up in your face as tears of embarrassment and guilt and shame pricked your eyes, and you pushed away from him.

“I-I should leave. I’ll cancel my appoint—,’’ your remaining words squeezed out in a surprised gasp as Dr. Kim’s hand encircled your wrist and pulled you to him.

His lips were against yours, the kiss bitingly rough, and you let out a surprised moan as you felt his hand cradle the back of your head and pull you closer to him. He sucked your breath right out of your lungs, and you meekly realized that you were drooling slightly out of the corner of your mouth as he probed his tongue through your lips and against the warm crevices of your mouth. He sucked on your tongue, and you made a soft startled mmph against his lips.

“Dr.—Dr. Kim!’’ you managed to place a trembling hand between the small gap between his chest and yours—you briefly admired the feeling of the muscles of his clothed chest against the palm of your hand—and pried your lips from his. Your eyes had watered in a wanton surprise; you looked like sin itself with the way you trembled and quaked and breathed shakily through swollen lips, a trail of saliva glinting on the corner of your mouth. “Dr. Kim, what—what are you doing?’’

“What do you think I’m doing?’’ his lips curved in an attractive teasing smile that caused shivers to roll down your spine,” Is it a sin to view you the same way you view me?’’

You sucked in a breath and opened your mouth. No further words of protest managed to come out.

Laughter, rough and hoarse, rumbled in his throat as he took off his jacket and loosened the tie around his white collared shirt. The setting sun cast shadows and made him look almost sinister. His voice was like a purr as he spoke.

“Then we’ll sin together. On your hands and knees.”

Some part of you trembled as you heard his voice. His voice was alluring, the way it wrapped around you and dragged you, limp and terrified, into a daze. You were flat on the palms of your hands and your knees before you knew it.

You felt his hands, cool and slightly rough, against the heated flesh of your exposed thighs, and they dragged up to your skirt and pushed it higher up around your waist, leaving only the exposed fabric of your soaked panties behind.

“Dr—Mmph!’’ you were about to question him, but the drag of his finger as it peeled away the flimsy string of your panties left you shivering in bliss. You made another move to question it; you tried your best. Your arms trembled, struggling to hold yourself up, as you felt his tongue drag against the outer folds of your pussy, and then he was devouring you.

His tongue brushed and stroked against your swollen clitoris, and you made a muffled moan through clenched teeth at the spine-tingling touch. And he was shoving his tongue deep into your walls; your walls shivered and quaked and trembled and tightened around his tongue, and you heard him grunt a muffled curse before you were coming.

Your toes curled, your eyes rolled back, and your arms collapsed, sending you careening into the plush arm of the sofa.

You tried to recover, but Dr. Kim didn’t let you recover. He pushed the fabric of your panties further down, and you made a muffled sound of protest as you felt something hot and hard against your sensitive pussy.

You were panting, breathless little whimpers leaving your lips. You were so sensitive; you couldn’t handle anymore. But he was already pushing his cock in.

“Dr. Kim, I’m so…,’’ you sobbed out, your hair a mess. You made a move to twist around, but he grabbed your wrists and, using the tie he had pulled out from around his neck, tied them together. You could only press your face, breathing out high-pitched gasps and moans, against the soft arm of the sofa as he pushed deeper and deeper into you.

The sensation was almost burning the way your walls stretched around his big cock. Oh god, he was bigger than your boyfriend, and you hadn’t fucked anyone since his death. You were tearing up, ready to open your mouth and tell him to stop it, when his cock finally was fully in. It felt like it was pressing against your womb with how deep it was. You made a choked cry.

“Dr. Kim…Dr.—Oh!’’ you keened in pleasure as he pulled out, his cock dragging against your gummy walls, and then pushed back in fully. He set an unforgivable pace, his hands firmly placed on your hips, and you swore you were getting fabric burns from the rough way the pace of his thrusts sent you crashing again and against into the sofa. Your tits bounced, and he grabbed one of them with a hand, stroking the clothed hard nipple with his finger. “Please…Please slow…Mmm! S-slow…slow down!’’

He didn’t slow down. If anything, it seemed like he sped up instead. You could feel your wrists getting red from the tie, but you didn’t care. You were getting so close to your next orgasm. You were already sensitive from the first orgasm, and Dr. Kim’s cock was dragging against your walls just right. You were so, so, so close.

“Dr. Kim!” you squealed out as your walls squeezed around his thrusting cock, and your eyes squeezed shut as you clenched hard down on him. He didn’t even pause, continuing to fuck you even through your orgasm. “Dr…Nngh! Dr. Kim…!’’

You were drooling again as he continued to pound into you, your sensitive pussy trembling fervently around him. You couldn’t think, not when his cock was rearranging your insides, and you could only shiver as he chased his own orgasm with your wet pussy.

He was pounding against your cervix, the sensation leaving little pricks in the nerves underneath your skin, and then you felt him twitch. You realized, with heightened panic, that he wasn’t wearing a condom and made a panicked move to stop him, but he was filling you with hot cum and your eyes were rolling back as you reached another orgasm. He pulled out, his cum staining the bare skin of your ass, and you felt his cum ooze out slightly from your walls.

You twitched, your ass still up and your arms sore from being pinned to your back. You couldn’t move. Not when your brain couldn’t even form coherent thoughts, and you were left spent.

“With the way you haven’t moved,’’ his voice lowered to a predatory tone,’’ Fuck, you make me so hard.”

He was hard again; you could feel it against your sensitive walls before he slammed back into you. You couldn’t even make a sound of protest, not when he had already fucked you thoroughly, before he was fucking you again. You heard the sound of his hips colliding into your ass, the sinful clap of skin together and the squelch of your juices around his invading cock and the rough drag of the fabric of his pants against your flushed skin. You were making panting noises, too tired to even moan. Your cheek rubbed against the sofa as he knocked against your quivering womb with each thrust.

His thrusts were as animalistic as the first time. He fucked you like he was stealing a part of his soul. He fucked you like he craved your existence. He fucked you as if you were his. And you took it, falling into the next orgasm and whimpering as he came again, quicker this time. He was filling you up, marking you from the inside out, and you… you could only moan as he did so.  

He pulled out this time, and you couldn’t even hold yourself up. Your thighs trembled, the inner skin of them coated in an obscene mixture of his cum and your juices, and you clumsily fell to the sofa. You were drifting off, your eyelids closing, and you were, for the first time in a long, dissolving in bliss.

He draped his coat over your sticky body, and you felt him stroke your hair again. His touch was gentle, so gentle. Your eyes drooped further shut.

“Did he fuck you like I did? Make you more like the whore you are?’’ his voice was low, but you could hear it. When it came to him, you could always hear him. But you were too tired. You wanted to sleep. Maybe if you slept by him, the nightmares wouldn’t come.

He chuckled at your lack of response, smoothing the strands of your hair down, and you heard the faint sound of his ticking watch. If you looked closely, through half-lidded eyes, you could make out small scratches and a single crack on the watch’s glass.

“Good night, my beloved.” His voice was like a hum. You…you remembered that. You knew that voice long before you ever sat in front of Dr. Kim. Some part of you screamed, but that part was weaker, blurred by the calming strokes of his hand over your hair and the sweet daze of sleep that kissed your eyelids shut.

You were dreaming again. It was a nightmare. You were in the woods again, the wind in your hair, and you were laughing at a joke your boyfriend said. He gave you the stuffed animal, pretty and soft and comforting, and you were giggling in delight as you hugged it to your chest.

“Babe, I love—,’’ the words died in your throat as a gunshot cracked through the crisp forest night. You were screaming now, the previous words of your love confession dying in your chest as ragged yells dragged out of your throat. He fell down, fearful-stained eyes growing glassy, and you felt a splatter of blood against your hands that stained the stuffed animal you were cradling. You were sobbing, your hands trembling as you reached out to try to touch his paling face. His lips shivered as they made one final desperate yell.

“Run!’’

You turned on your heels and made a run for it. You broke through trees and branches whipped at your fast as you ran and ran and…A hand grabbed your hair and slammed you against the tree so hard you were left winded, and you were screaming madly in grief and fear and outright hysteria as you lashed out.

“Why are you after us? Why us? Why did you kill him? Why did you kill him? WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?’’

Your fingers snagged a watch, leaving scratches on the wrist of the perpetrator, and you yanked it off the wrist in the midst of your struggle. You kicked out, frantic and desperate, and the moonlight of the night hit the perpetrator.

Dr. Kim’s face glowed underneath the waning light, his handsome features twisted in a mad glee as you thrashed and thrashed, and he was laughing through a choked breath even when your foot crashed into his rib and sent him sprawling to the forest floor.

You didn’t even wait to turn on your heel, and you were running again.

“Good night, my beloved.’’

You heard him laughing in the distance after he spoke, the sound rough and coarse and haunting, and there was that ticking again resonating from his watch still drowning in the forest floor’s mixture of mud and branches and rotting leaves.

Tick, tick, tick.

You saw the edge of the forest, the blinding light of the lamppost flickering in the distance, and your foot caught on a root protruding from the dark ground. You crashed into the ground.

You fought to get up, but the mud was soft underneath your thrashing body, and you were sinking into it. It swallowed your feet and your hands first, and you were sobbing in hysteria as it began to swallow up until your neck, and you were choking on mud as you drowned in it.

Flashes of Dr. Kim’s face flickered through your mind. His cold face, the warmth in his eyes as he wiped off your tears, the hunger in his expression as he devoured your lips, and…and his face twisted like a maniac as he dragged you against the forest tree and mockingly laughed at your struggle. He was going to finish you next, he was going to love you, he was going to break you, he was going to hold you, and he was…he was obsessed with you.

The mud filled your lungs, and you stopped coughing, stopped trying, stopped fighting. Your lips twisted in a content smile as you closed your eyes and went limp.

A/N: Leave a comment/review if you enjoyed the fic (or tell me if I made a mistake anywhere. Always a bit nerve-wracking copy and pasting from the word document I use to write). Sending my love to all of you for your support, as always!

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Cold hearted

Description; A summers day brings everyone out to the pool. Yet, not only is it a good excuse to cool down in the unbearable heat, but also to tease that dear husband of yours.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Rating: Teen/Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word count; 2.100

Warnings; minor swearing, unbearable heat, teasing

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: This was originally written as an entry to one of @itsbuckysworld​ challenges in 2k19 and based on the prompt Who drank my last lemonade?! Hey so, like, you remember you love me? And we are married?. Sadly it got lost in all my other works, but now I’ve found it years later and thought I could publish it, because why not. 

If it hadn't been for the swimming pool Tony owned, together with the air-con blasting, the warmth across the state would've been unbearable. It was July, one of the months the weather  should  be the best, but you believed that mother earth forgot to turn the heat off. It was many years since it had been this warm.

You glanced towards the sun, the glasses you wore protecting from blinding you. "I wasn't meant for the heat", you grumbled as you collected the hair which stuck to your back, holding it in the nape of your neck instead.

"Stop complaining, you'll moan about the snow when it comes too", you opened your eyes to shoot a glare at the redhead resting beside you on the lounger, basking in the sun which made her red hair seem to glow.

"I can complain about both if I want", you watched as she opens her eyes, but not before shielding them. She propped herself up with the other arm while she looked up at you.

"I know you hate the heat, but at least you're happy you can tease the dear husband of yours in broad daylight", you chuckled to her words, a similar sound escaping her at the same time as well. 

She was right about that, it wasn't many times you could pull out the bikini you now wore while being around the team. A minimal black piece, which you argued with Steve that you needed to wear, as the rest already been used on other warm days and you needed to work on the tan. In reality, you just wanted to rile him up.

"Can't deny that one", you giggled mischievously, while glancing around the pool area. Every Avenger stood or sat around it, most lightly clothed in swimwear. Tony had, perhaps unbeknownst to most, a pool decorating one of the balconies in his tower. The area was mostly used on days like this, sunny and warm.

Your gaze stopped regarding the place once spotting Steve, the hair of his shining like a beacon. It was remarkably lighter this time around the year, almost bordering to white.

He stood with Bucky and Sam, the trio sipping a beer each as they talked and laughed together. Steve was the only one of them wearing a linen shirt, although fully unbuttoned. You thought of his modesty as cute, but you didn't understand how he couldn't sweat to death. The whole morning you'd switched between the shadow and sun, no matter where you were sweat dripped down your temple.

"Although he seems to do a quite good job himself", you hastily glanced from Steve to Nat who now also looked at him.

"Hey, keep your eyes off my man", you swatted down her shielding hand so she wouldn't be able to continue to look.

"Well I need to see what you ogle at all the time", she laughed and pushed away your hand as she laid down again. You shook your head at her, not believing what she said.

Yes, you eyed him up, had done even before you were married. At that thought, you looked down on the ring on your finger. It was sleek, very much like the one adorning his ring finger. Smiling at the memory, you twiddled with the piece of jewellery, thinking back to when he had offered it to you. You'd never seen him as nervous as when he pulled out the box in his apartment in Brooklyn. Sighing happily, you closed your eyes behind your glasses and leant back in the lounger.

The rolling warmth from the sun and the occasional passing clouds coldness was what you felt for some time. You relished in the feeling, trying not to care about the sweat building in the nape your neck and on the places where your skin met the towel under you. 

Then suddenly you felt a shadow pass you and you opened your eyes to see it was Steve, who scanned over your appearance. You could almost feel as clearly as the sun licked your skin when his eyes dragged over you.

By not showing you noticed his lingering eyes, it would be impossible for him to know, so you didn't, at least not until he looked away. You saw the tick in his jaw and how he set his hair in place by an unnecessary harsh tug, while he continued to walk behind Sam over to the table with drinks.

"Why are you looking so smug?" Looking up you saw Tony lean on the top of your lounger. He'd pushed the sunglasses he wore to the top of his head when now standing in the shadow of the parasol above you. Mimicking him, you placed yours on top of your head as well.

"Nothing special" You mused, restraining yourself from looking at your man, knowing if you did he would be fully able to see it without your coverage.

"Huh, so that's how it is", he hummed. You saw how he switched to look from you to somewhere else. "It's that why Mr Spangles over there seems to be so bothered", you bit back a smirk, but you still heard a laugh from beside you.

"They've been eyeing each other as if they weren't already married", Tony chuckled at Nat's statement while rounding the back of your lounger, only to go in between them instead. As he stood at the end of your seat, he made a shooing motion for you to move your legs. Crossing them at your ankle, you made room for the billionaire to sit down. However all the while you felt someones nagging gaze on you and once glancing over Tony's shoulder, you found the culprit.

Steve's blue eyes immediately met yours, from the new position on the short side of the pool, one they'd wandered to after getting their drinks. This made him stand closer than initially, thus his raised brow didn't go unnoticed. You sent a smile his way, swatching to look back at Tony, still able to see him look at you in your peripheral.

"Well if that's how they been looking at each other, I understand what you mean", he nodded towards you. The stare that you saw bore into the back of the man sitting with you almost made you laugh at Steve. "And don't fret over your husband, he has nothing to fear", the last part of the sentence, which was directed to Steve, he said much louder. You knew the one it was directed towards heard it, as the blonde man swiftly looked away. At his clear display of eavesdropping, you couldn't contain your laughter.

"The protectiveness he has over you almost makes you compete with Bucky", Tony continued and even tough you laughed so much small tears formed, you felt the need to say something.

"Oh don't say that, Bucky dearest will always be his number one", this made both Nat and Tony burst out in laughter, now both Steve and Bucky looked over towards you. To which the three of you silenced yourself and eased into a  normal  conversation.

What in the end pulled you from the conversation with Tony, was your thirst. It felt like walking through Sahara as you wandered over to the portable freezer said billionaire put on the terrace to facilitate the need for cold drinks. One you didn't pass up on as you at the beginning of the day did put a few lemonades in it.

Arriving upon the case, you opened the lid, the cold air coming from the container welcoming. You searched through it, knowing you would have one drink left somewhere.

To a beginning you believed that it just slipped further down in the sea of bottles and ice, but when you'd rummage tough the box long enough for the tips of your fingers to feel like icicles you pulled out your hand. Slightly irritated you put on the lid again and turned around.

"Who drank my last lemonade?!" Your raised voice pulled most of the Avenger's eyes towards you, but you hadn't meant to exclaim it like that.

Even though the evident irritation in your voice, no one answered, neither having a sheepish look on them which told you they were the culprit. That was until you met the blue eyes you fell in love with. In his hand, Steve held the bottle of your drink, near-empty at that. You'd left your sunglasses at the side table beside your seat, now you were happy for it. Raising a brow, you began walking towards him with. A stressed expression came over his face the closer you got, but he didn't look away from your gaze.

"Hey so, like, you remember you love me? And we're married?" You needed to contain a smile when he asked the questions, as well your voice when you finally answered him mere feet away from him.

"I do, don't worry otherwise I wouldn't do this", you chuckled and his brows furrowed for a second before they shot up in surprise. When you were close enough, you jumped, up and towards him. Instinctively he caught you, hands beneath your bottom as you encircled his neck. The momentum you got from the leap was enough to make him stumble back. The last things you saw before crashing into the pool was the shocked expression on his face.

As you broke the surface tension water splashed everywhere and you fruitlessly tried watching him through the water that engulfed the two of you. When the water got too uncomfortable to continue looking through, you closed your eyes. In the same instance, you felt Steves's hands slowly lose their grip until they fully let go of you.

Now free from his embrace, you kicked in the water to get to the surface. You hadn't fallen too deep, so after just a few second, you reached the surface, where laughter met your ears.

Blinking to get away the excess water from your eyes, you felt another body popping up above the surface beside you. When your vision was clear enough, you turned, still needing to keep yourself afloat by treading in the water. There you saw Steve, his blonde hair wet and plastered to his head, the shirt he wore in the same state. Laughing at his appearance made him look at you, the shocked expression still visible.

"That's what you get when you take my drink", you pointed out, another bell of laughter sounding from around you and the man opposite you shook his head.

"Good then I know in the future", he stated and dragged a hand through his hair, making it stand up in all kinds of direction. When his eyes met yours once again, yours widened and hurridly you tried swimming to the edge. You couldn't possibly even take one stroke before he pulled you against him. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist, not needing to keep yourself afloat as he was tall enough to stand on the bottom.

"But this is what I do when someone, by the likes of you, unexpectedly pushes me into a pool", as your arms already were around his neck, it wasn't fair for him to lean in and kiss you. You hummed happily against his mouth as you still could taste the sweetly sour lemonade on his lips.

"Get a room you two!" You heard a deep voice behind your call and broke away from Steve to look over your shoulder. Bucky stood with a smirk, on the same spot he did before your attack. A laugh escaped you when you noted the bottle he held in his hand.

"Give us some room jerk", you heard Steve call but didn't turn around to see the matching smirk he sported.

"Well others also want to enjoy the pool and you have an awfully nice room inside the tower just so you know", you continued to laugh as you felt a blush, more than the sun already created, warm your cheeks.

"Then I'll take my wife and we'll retreat there", you felt Steve beginning to move through the water and you twirled around to watch him. A smile adorned his lips, yet from your close proximity, you noticed something resembling desire in his eye.

"Don't I have a say in it?" You questioned him. A devilish smirk quickly covered his lips as he leaned in closer to you and whispered in your ear.

"I don't think you will, not in a few minutes".

"Is that a promise, Captain?" You bit your lip at the way his eyes visibly darkened at the title and the way pulled closer to his chest. The feeling of his warm skin contrasting against yours sent a shiver down your spine, one who continued even further when he answered by kissing the spot beneath your ear and whispering.

"You bet".

Forever taglist: @flowerchild1216 @haven-in-writing @krystallynx @lancsnerd  @thejamesoldier 

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 25)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 6423 Warnings: mention of injuries, fluff

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated!

HEY NEIGHBOR PART 24 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

Time stands still like the eerie calm of the earth before a storm and in less than the blink of an eye things move all at once. The clouds break open with the downpour of your tears, a tornado sends you in a dizzying frenzy to change your clothes, hellish winds are unleashed that blow you across town so quickly you nearly forgot to take your phone with you as you scrambled out of the Uber that raced you to the hospital.

Sam’s call was brief. Bucky was brought into the emergency room by ambulance, fading in and out of consciousness from a car accident. Sam nearly went into shock himself seeing his friend littered in cuts and scrapes. You didn’t have time to ask much else, barely even changing out of your pajamas. You swapped thin bottoms for leggings, quickly grabbed your bra and threw a hoodie over it all, not thinking about how your hair looked or bothering to pick out the crust that just began to take root in the corner of your eyes. You grabbed a bag tossing in your keys and wallet and clutched your phone in hand to run downstairs.

The fluorescent lights are blinding as you enter the hospital, searching for Sam through the chaos of chatter and noise. The beep beep beep of machinery all around you, coughing, crying, moaning wails from people that want help or attention or just a place to sleep off their drunkenness. The ER was a maze you knew every route of but your mind pushed the knowledge out needing more space to panic.

Where is Bucky? Where is Sam?

You remembered the nurses’ station, sprinting towards it and happy to see a familiar face that does not recognize you right away. You didn’t expect Stacie to; you looked quite different when you were not put together in professional clothes and on the verge of bursting into tears and throwing up at the same time.

Together you quickly found Sam, unable to hold back the dam when you saw him and asked about Bucky.

“He went up into surgery.”

“Surgery!?” you cried out. “Is he going to be okay? Sam what happened?”

He let out a long and heavy sigh. The harsh lights above were unkind, showing the depths of the circles under his eyes.

“His leg is broken and he has some internal bleeding but we stabilized him and���”

You knew how hard Sam works, how everyone in this hospital works, getting an up close experience from your time there so you hated to be this person, frantic and begging for answers that he didn’t have.

“Doctor Palmer is an excellent surgeon. I’m gonna call her assistant now to let them know I’m sending you up.”

You nodded, biting your lip and roughly wiping away fresh tears. Sam pulled you into his chest and you felt your knees buckle. Bucky had to make it through surgery, he had to! A heavy sob wracked through you as you thought of the worst. Sam squeezed tighter, wishing he could stay with you upstairs through the surgery. Hell, he’d scrub in himself if they’d let him just so he could say he’s done everything to help his friend through this.

“I’ll be up when I can,” he promised, walking you towards the elevator.

You forced a worried smile. “Thanks Sam. Do you know… did anyone call his parents?”

Sam clenched his jaw as he thought about it. “It was pretty crazy in there, I’m not sure. I could fi–” He was interrupted by someone calling his name and you knew you had taken too much of his time already.

Your stomach dropped as the elevator went up, bringing you to an unfamiliar floor with unfamiliar faces that made you feel like an unwelcome stranger in someone’s home. You let the staff know you were here for James but a by-the-books nurse wasn’t keen on giving you information. Without thinking straight you had stupidly answered no when they asked if you were family, and when you asked if Bucky’s family was called she wouldn’t tell you.

You exhaled a deep, calming sigh, not wanting to yell at the person that was just doing their job, but as you sink into the uncomfortable chair you can’t help but silently cry to yourself. This woman doesn’t know how badly you need to know if Bucky’s okay. She doesn’t know that you spent the last few months ignoring him and wishing you could take it all back. She doesn’t know how much you miss him, how you love him. Even though he broke your heart you couldn’t help yourself from gluing the pieces back together and you needed to tell him, maybe you couldn’t tell him the truth but Bucky needed to at least know that you didn’t hate him.

The clock ticks away slowly and no one has come to speak with you. You stare at Winifred’s profile. She hasn’t updated her status since late in the afternoon. Does she know? Did anyone call them?

You decide they need to know, they need to be here just in case. A wave of nausea rolls over you at the thought and suddenly you become dizzy in your seat. You’re hot, sweating in the hoodie and yet you push on. Shaky fingers google his parent’s names and hometown in the hopes they are listed. You find a number, hesitant to call at this late of an hour. Rebecca was a few hours behind, and you debated messaging them in hopes of a fast reply. Should you do that? Should you be doing this at all?

Fuck.

If you had some answers you could at least feel a little better about all of this. You messaged Rebecca on Instagram telling them what happened and leaving your number. Your cheeks burn like lava as you rest your palm against them, dialing the number that google provided which may or may not be correct.

The phone rings and rings, and with each unanswered ring your stomach twists a little tighter. Relief comes but only slightly by way of Winnie’s bubbly voice prompting you to leave a message. Your voice shakes as you do, letting out a strangled cry as you leave them the limited details you knew about Bucky. Are they sleeping?

It doesn’t take long before your screen lights up with a number you don’t recognize and you were relieved to hear Winnie’s voice. Someone did call her and George, and they were on their way to the hospital.

“Rebecca sent me your number. I’m so happy you’re there. We’ll see you soon sweetheart,” she said, with sobs in her voice.

After hanging up you saw a message from Rebecca repeating what you already knew. They asked if it was okay to call you and you were thankful for the distraction. Together you tried to comfort each other, worrying about Bucky making it through surgery, about their parents driving with little sleep and so much on their minds.

“They’re here,” you said spotting George first from down the hallway, “I’ll call you back.”

It had been at least a half hour since their call and getting up from the chair was slow, your body ached from sitting for too long but you didn’t care. George and Winnie wrapped you in their arms, tears flowing as you embraced. The tears poured a little harder as you gripped them tightly, realizing how nice it was to see them again but wishing desperately it was under different circumstances.

George withdrew first, going up to the desk to let them know he was there. Winnie cupped your face softly, her hands were cold but it felt good against the heat of your skin. The corners of her mouth turned up into a smile that released more tears down her reddened cheeks, her eyes already swollen and full of spidery veins.

Together you waited. Talking, pacing, crying, waiting, waiting, waiting until a short woman in green scrubs called out for the Barnes family. The three of you jump up and you feel immediately sick, holding on to Winnie’s arm as you try to read the expression of the woman before she said anything.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes my name is Doctor Palmer, I was the surgeon who worked on your son James.”

Winnie held your hand a little tighter, squeezing as every second went by until Dr. Palmer said he was stable and in recovery.

“He came in with blunt force trauma from a crash. He fractured two ribs and there was some internal bleeding from his spleen which we were able to repair with arterial embolization. However, James had a severe compound fracture of the tibia. We debrided the area and secured the bone with plates and screws. James is in the post op recovery room and he’s awake but not fully lucid.”

A collective sigh of relief filled the waiting room, with mixed tears of happiness flowing freely again. The doctor said a nurse would come by to bring you in to see him shortly and you couldn’t wait. You didn’t know what you would say to Bucky or if he would even be alert enough to hear you but you knew it was time to let him know that the past is in the past and you want to move forward.

A beat fills the room, steady like a metronome to keep the rhythm but the sound is unfamiliar. Too soft for the drums, not high enough for strings. Quick, simple. Piano? No. The sound isn’t broad enough. Keyboard? Yes. Electric, synthy. But it still sounds wrong.

Bucky tries to open his eyes but his lids are too heavy, bolted down by invisible chains. He sees the light of the sun through them. He tries to lift his arm to shut the blinds but even they are too sluggish to move, heavy like they were coated in cement.

He feels the scratch of a rough blanket against his skin, vague thoughts cross his tired mind wondering the whereabouts of his comforter. His toes are cold, feeling like tiny icicles are hanging off them. His right foot drags against the mattress. Was it always this uncomfortable? It’s his left foot that isn’t covered, a sock that probably came off in the night.

In a state of half sleep Bucky tries to wiggle the icicles off and suddenly his whole body feels like it’s been set ablaze. The beat quickens. A terrible pain fires through every nerve. There’s a sharp sensation in his hand when he tries to move it making him wince. His left side has a dull stabbing ache that increases as he takes a deep breath. Bucky feels sore all over like he was just hit by a–

And then he remembers.

His breaths are shallow, the tempo moving rapidly like the hook of an EDM song about to drop the beat as Bucky replayed the scene like a movie. He left the premier’s after party in an Uber never expecting the violent jolt of an SUV t-boning the car into a traffic pole. Everything after was a blur. There were flashing lights, noise, a steady bright light, an angel with the face of Y/N.

Bucky’s eyes fly open in state panic as he looks around wildly at his surroundings. His leg is in a cast, elevated by a sling. Needles in his arm, tubes around his nose, wires everywhere. He felt like a mess, he could only imagine he looked even worse but then all of his worries fade away when he sees Y/N, the angel at his side.

You’re asleep on the chair, elbow propped up on the wooden arm with your head leaning against your palm. It’s not comfortable at all but you didn’t complain, it wasn’t important. It was nearly five in the morning when Bucky was moved to a room. The walls were a dreadful sage green that looked more like dirty money in the dim light of dawn. The room was small but the lack of a second bed for the time being made things seem a little larger.

George went off in search of a third chair for the room as you and Winnie pulled yours up close to Bucky, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Sam came up to visit after his shift ended, introducing himself to Bucky’s parents. The tackling hug Winnie gave him was unexpected by his sleep deprived body but he accepted it all the same, giving her a reassuring hug that everything would be okay. Before he left you whispered a thank you in Sam’s ear, for treating Bucky and giving you a call. You promised to keep him updated as told him to get some rest, he certainly deserved it.

Bucky slept peacefully as you watched over him, your head falling forward and jolting you awake every time you had begun to fall asleep. Winnie had already fallen asleep but you were fighting against your body’s needs. You stared longingly at Bucky, wanting to be awake in case he woke up. George put a gentle hand on your shoulder, nodding with silent permission that it was okay to shut your eyes. A large black cup of coffee aided him in keeping watch and so you blinked slowly, your lids growing heavier with every languid motion until they remained shut for the next few hours. It wasn’t until the sound of rapid beeps that you were alerted into consciousness again.

Your head whipped up quickly with concern at the sound that slowly began to steady, finding Bucky awake with an ever so slight tug of a smile on his lips that grew once you locked eyes. It had been far too long since you looked at Bucky, truly looked at him without anger and heartache clouding your vision.

The scrapes and bruises that littered his face did not hinder any part of his handsomeness. His lips were dull and slightly chapped and yet it didn’t stop you from wanting to press yours against them. You lifted your eyes towards his, feeling blessed to be able to stare at the most beautiful shade of blue once more. They glistened with unshed tears as Bucky gazed back at you.

Your own tears came instantly, falling down the curves of your smile as you leaned over him. Your name fell softly from his lips and hesitantly you lifted your hand, wanting to reach out and caress his face. You pulled it back, dropping your head for a moment, squeezing tears out of your tightly shut eyes. Bucky was a blur when you opened them again but he was there, he was alive and you were more than thankful.

“Hey neighbor,” you sniffled. “It’s good to see you.”

No longer caring if you should or shouldn’t touch his face, you wanted to. Your thumb gently grazed the delicate skin of his cheek, early stubble scratching lightly as you brushed against it.

Bucky leaned into your touch, feeling him smile against your palm. “It’s good to see you too.” His voice was strained, still dry from surgery.

You took Bucky’s hand in your own, careful of the IV sticking out. He asked what happened, knowing he was in an accident but unsure of the details afterwards. It was obvious his leg was broken but you told him the specifics– the emergency surgery to fix his break and stop his internal bleeding, how Sam had treated him when he came into the ER. He smiled at that.

“You broke a few ribs too.”

Bucky’s eyebrows raised in acknowledgment. “So that’s why it hurts to breathe.”

Your lips pulled tightly across your face, wishing you could take the pain away from him. The tension released when you felt Bucky squeezing your hand as if he heard your thoughts, offering you comfort when he was the one that really needed it.

“Oh, your parents are here,” you remembered, though you looked around, unsure of where they went. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think to contact Claire.” The shock of Bucky’s accident made you forget to text all your friends until the early morning.

His face twists with confusion. “Claire?” Did you really not know? “Claire and I have been broken up for months.”

Your lips move without sound as you try to process what he said. You didn’t know what to say, wondering if Bucky hid his breakup as you had yours. Now you didn’t feel as guilty holding on to the feelings in your heart. You’re about to blurt out the words, to tell Bucky what you couldn’t say back to Peter but the sound of Winnie calling his name stopped you and you turned to see her running up to his bed.

“James, you’re awake. We were so worried,” she cried in his ear, contorting herself around machines while being mindful of Bucky’s injuries.

George walked in with a cup of coffee for you and you thanked him, getting up so he could get closer to Bucky. The warm brew felt good going down even though it wasn’t the best, forgetting to warn them about the cafeteria’s lack of quality. Good thing you weren’t relying on this to keep you awake, not since Bucky shocked every cell of your body into full alertness with his news. Though you were happy to learn he broke up with Claire it still didn’t mean what you wanted it to and you were thankful you hadn’t scared him off with an “I love you.”

Pulling out your phone you saw a text from Wanda, featuring a block of caps locked screaming with question marks and sad emojis. You typed back an update about Bucky, looking over at him with his parents and back down again to the message that was still in the process of sending. It took a few minutes before the message decided not to go through at all.

You excused yourself, letting everyone know you were going to update all your friends about how Bucky was doing. George commented on the terrible service in the room so at least it wasn’t just your phone. You probably could have stood on a chair trying to force better service somehow in different parts of the room but you also wanted to give Bucky and his parents an opportunity for privacy.

“I’ll be right back,” you said with a smile, passing a woman coming in with flowers for the person who had been brought into the other side of the room early in the morning. Your gaze lingered back at Bucky one final time before leaving.

George shared a look with Winnie and staring at her son she said, “Y/N was here all night you know...”

With your phone in hand you follow it like it’s a map with five full bars leading you to treasure. It only took walking around the whole floor to find a good spot on the opposite side of the building near a window for your text to go through. In between sips of coffee you recorded a message for everyone on the group chat, it was so much easier than typing it out and you were still very tired.

You decided to finish your coffee there, giving Bucky and his parents more time as you stared out the window at what looked like a bright and beautiful morning. A slew of notifications came on your phone as half the people responded. Clint was probably still sleeping but Natasha replied asking if Bucky needs anything. Though Peggy was in England she asked if there was anything she could do. Steve wondered if he wanted visitors and asked you to pass along his get well wishes. You typed back that you would find out, promising to keep in touch as the day went on.

When your cup was empty you tossed it into a nearby garbage can and headed back, not expecting to hear your name being called.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You turned to see Elena, concern etched on her face as she held onto your shoulder. Embarrassment washed over you as you remembered how you looked, feeling even worse when you realized that earlier in the week Elena was technically your boss.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m okay. A friend of mine came in last night, car accident. I’ve…” you took a moment to yawn, covering your mouth, “Excuse me, I’ve been here all night.” You slapped your face lightly to wake up, now wishing the coffee had been stronger. “He’s going to be okay though,” you finished.

“He? Is this Bucky?” she wondered, and you were surprised she recalled his name since the wedding was months ago. You sighed, nodding slowly as your lips pulled into a soft smile. “I hope everything works out.”

Elena hugged you before she turned around to see a patient, reminding you she was here if you needed her. It was really nice to know she was there for you, Elena had become more than a mentor in the time you’ve worked for her.

Heading back in the room you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face when you saw Bucky. The few minutes apart you spent were more than you ever wanted to do again. George moved down a seat so you could sit closer to Bucky, letting him know everyone was asking about him, wondering if he wanted visitors.

Bucky sought your hand again, smiling as your soft touch helped to ease the discomfort he was feeling. It would be nice to see friends but he was more than happy you were here with him. It wasn’t long before a nurse came in to check vitals and Bucky was relieved since he definitely could use more pain medication.

Winnie asked you to join her to get food since no one had really eaten and even though you didn’t want to leave Bucky you weren’t going to say no to his mother. Besides, you needed to steer Winnie away from the cafeteria and the nurse seemed thankful to have less people in the room.

Bucky felt settled after a dose of painkillers, easing the radiating aches from all over his body. George poured a cup of water, handed it to him and set aside the pink plastic pitcher.

“How’re you feeling James?” he asked, forcing a smile when all he wanted to do was cry looking at the state of his son, from the deep purple bruises on his temple to the scrapes that marred his skin.

Bucky gulped down the water, quenching the arid condition of his mouth. “M’okay, a little better I guess.”

“Your head feels okay?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, no one said I hit it or– ”

“Are you sure about that?”

George leaned in closer, as Bucky squinted in confusion. His smile dropped and his eyes grew stern as he organized his thoughts into a more appropriate lecture despite the disappointing anger that bubbled beneath his skin.

“I really wonder James, because see Y/N, a great girl who clearly loves and cares about you and you let her go.” Bucky tried to interrupt, to fill in all the details he hadn’t told him in the past but George wouldn’t let him. “No son, there has to be something wrong with you if you can’t see it.”

“Dad, it’s… it’s complicated,” Bucky let out with a sorrowful sigh.

“James, real love is complicated. It’s wild and passionate as much as it is frustrating, but when you find someone that loves you as much as you love them it makes overcoming obstacles worthwhile. Love isn’t easy but it is easy loving someone that makes you feel alive, that makes life worth living and when you find that someone you don’t let them go. Don’t let her go, James.”

Bucky sits with the weight of his father’s words heavy on his chest. It had already been hard to breathe and now things felt worse. He doesn’t know the full story, how a stupid mistake ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

He wants to make it right, to tell you everything not that it would change anything. Bucky assumed that since you spent all night waiting by his side that you at least don’t hate him anymore like you used to, so maybe your friendship can be salvaged. Still, it’s going to hurt him to see you in Peter’s arms but Bucky would rather have you back in his life because not having you there at all is far worse.

You come walking in with his mom, smiling and laughing and it’s such a beautiful sight. The smile on his face can’t help but grow. Bucky watches as his father wraps an arm around his mom, pressing a kiss to her temple. She smiles looking up at him, pulling out sandwiches from a deli you had come from.

“Ohh and someone wants to say hello,” Winnie said, pulling out her phone, trying her best to connect to Rebecca on FaceTime despite the shitty signal. The connection is spotty and Bucky ends up having a regular phone conversation with them. They were definitely happy to hear he was doing better.

After the call Bucky asked about his phone and his mom found the bag of his personal belongings in the closet. She grimaced at the lack of clothes, realizing whatever he came in with was most likely cut off him in the ER, thoughts of the whole ordeal bringing tears to her eyes. Underneath his shoes were his wallet and phone which she handed him, surprised to see the screen had not cracked.

Bucky attempted to turn it on but it was dead. Normally you carry a charger with you but in the rush to leave your apartment that was the last thing on your mind. Your own battery had just passed half its life but you didn’t really care. There was nothing else you needed to focus on today besides Bucky.

His parents stay into the afternoon, getting a chance to speak with the doctor and meeting Natasha, Clint and Steve who arranged their visit together. They left shortly after since the room had gotten crowded between everyone and visitors for the person in the other bed. You and Winnie hugged, squeezing tight for a lingering moment, fighting the urge to cry again out of exhaustion and relief for the night you went through together. George gave an equally strong hug, one that Bucky watched from his bed, overhearing his parents making sure you had both their numbers.

You looked just as tired as they did and Bucky knows you should probably go home. He wonders if you’ll leave when your friends do but when the time comes and Natasha is shrugging on her jacket you make no move to do the same, only getting up to hug them goodbye.

Alone again, Bucky finds comfort in the silence between you, as the speaker for the TV lays beside him filling the background with noise. He watches as you set up the cards he received on the windowsill, making sure Clint’s it’s going tibia okay card is angled so Bucky can see it and smile.

When dinner arrives he frowns at cold peas and carrots, eats the bland chicken and enjoys the soup more than he thought. Bucky urged you to eat something more than the bags of chips and nuts you had been snacking on since the sandwich you split between breakfast and lunch. You insisted you were fine but he forced you to eat his salad, assuring you he was not in the mood to have it.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Bucky groaned through an exhale, his eyes squeezed shut as hissed an unconvincing “yes” through his teeth.

“I need more pain meds and…” he shifted as much as he could trying to ease his discomfort.

“And what? Bucky, whatever it is I can get the nurse in.”

“I… it’s embarrassing,” he admitted.

You smiled softly, leaning close to remind him, “Whatever it is can’t be more embarrassing than the time I nearly shit myself in front of you. Remember? All my trips running to the bathroom hoping I could make it on time?”

Crinkles formed around his eyes as Bucky smiled, chuckling before he realized how much it hurt to do so, at the memory of your food poisoning and the weekend he spent helping you recover. And now here you were by his side, doing the same.

“It’s uh, my…” He looked away, blushing beet red as he squeaked out, “...my catheter. It’s not great.”

An array of expressions crossed your face. “Yeah… I can imagine.” When you finally locked eyes with Bucky again you couldn’t help but smile awkwardly, offering to go get him a nurse.

It took a few minutes to return as you looked for the nurse, coming back with a surprise, Wanda and Sam. Wanda held back tears as she carefully hugged him and Sam couldn’t help but go into doctor mode and ask how Bucky was doing.

“I’m good. Alive thanks to you.”

Sam grinned. “I can’t take all the credit, but you are lucky. Very lucky.”

The nurse lumbered in, tired from a long shift but his demeanor changed upon seeing Sam, the two of them knowing each other well. Riley had praised Sam’s skills having formerly worked beside him in the ER for a while.

“Riley, this is my boy so please, whatever he needs make sure he’s taken care of, alright?” Sam turned to Bucky, “You good? Do you need a sponge bath?”

Bucky sighed, “No Sam, I don’t need a sponge bath.” He blushed with embarrassment, rolling his eyes at his friend’s teasing. “I would really like to pee on my own though.”

“Riley, call the stream team!” Sam shouted a little too loud.

Bucky instantly regretted his admission, pinching the tender bridge of his nose as he shook his head. “It’s nice they let you out for some fresh air Sam, that padded room must get pretty boring.”

Sam wore a toothy smile, happy to see his friend was still in good enough spirits to rib him back. He and Wanda stayed long enough for the shift change and though Sam didn’t personally know the next nurse he introduced himself and wanted to make sure Bucky was taken care of.

Once again you made no move to leave when Sam and Wanda did, getting up only to stretch. Your bones creaked like old wood, stretching out stiff muscles until you felt the slightest bit of relief. The chairs provided were not the most uncomfortable but after almost a day they definitely took a toll.

Bucky notices the way your eyes grow tired, how every action has slowed. You’ve been in the hospital nearly as long as he has and he doesn’t envy you, even with his injuries.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, stirring you alert. “It’s late, you should go home.” Your head shook before you spoke, opening your mouth to protest but he cut you off. “I’m good, I promise. You’ve been here all day and night, go get some sleep in a real bed.”

It would look stupid if you argued at this point, as you tried to fight back a yawn. Bucky asked you for a favor before you left, to grab his keys and bring some clothes and his phone charger tomorrow. “Only if you don’t mind.” Of course you would.

“Oh and one more thing,” he said, his eyes pleading up at you. “Call me when you get home. I need to know you got back safely.”

You nodded, smiling softly, before entering the number from his bedside phone into yours. Leaning down you pressed your lips against Bucky’s forehead, letting them linger against the warmth of his skin. Upon pulling away you shared a moment, smiling back at each other before Bucky took your hand.

“Thank you Y/N,” he said softly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. There was so much Bucky meant within those words and by the way you looked at him he believed you knew.

With his body on fire Bucky still rested easier than he had in the last few months, knowing at the very least he had you in his life again.

The subway rocks gently as you travel down the familiar route to the hospital, this time not worrying about making it on time to clock in but with excitement fluttering in your belly to be able to see Bucky again.

Last night you called him just before you went into his apartment, grabbing the few things he asked for and not lingering. You were a second away from crashing, having enough energy to plug your phone in before your face hit the pillow.

In the morning you showered, drinking a strong cup of coffee as you got ready. You didn’t bother with much but it felt good to look presentable. You grabbed Bucky’s things, texting people before you lost service underground. Rebecca thanked you for the updates and said they were looking to fly in towards the end of the week. George and Winnie would definitely be happy to see them again. They contacted you this morning as well, saying they would be seeing you at the hospital in a bit.

Bucky tried to keep himself occupied, shutting his eyes and eventually finding sleep for a few hours before the nurse needed to check his vitals. He stared out his window, watching the dark blanket of the sky slowly lift over the buildings, falling asleep once more before the next round of nurses coming in. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to heal if he can’t sleep but the doctor lets him know he should be released tomorrow or the following day.

It lifts his mood but the height of his spirits soar high above the atmosphere when Bucky saw you walking into his room. You look much more rested than he does and he’s happy about it. He savors your arms around him, feasting upon the scent of your floral shampoo, your smile bringing sunshine upon a gloomy world.

You put the clothes he asked for in his closet, taking his phone and plugging it into the nearest outlet, settling down again in the familiar chair beside his bed. You were just as excited to hear about Bucky getting released soon, the thought of him being just beyond your shared wall again was comforting.

After charging for a little bit Bucky asked for his phone, just to check a few quick messages. You got up to unplug it, the screen lighting up and making your mouth fall open. Bucky’s lock screen was you! Well, it was the two of you, from that time Winnie was testing out her new phone. It was a beautiful memory, a candid capture of a moment in time when you gazed into each other’s eyes, the corners of your mouths settled into a smile; two people holding back the feelings that were written so evidently across their faces.

You pretended not to have seen it, handing him the phone with the screen down. Bucky nearly forgot about the picture himself, his eyes flitting quickly your way as he tried not to breathe too hard and have the monitors give away his panicked state.

Your head was turned up towards the TV, watching The Golden Girls through the muffled sound of the speaker resting against the side of the bed. You couldn’t look at Bucky in the moment, not when you felt as giddy as a schoolgirl. No, you needed this time to collect your thoughts, to find the perfect words to express exactly how you felt and right when they were at the tip of your tongue you held them back.

Winnie and George walked in looking a lot better than they had yesterday. They greeted you both and settled in for the next few hours. They too were excited about his impending release, offering Bucky to recover at their home.

“No, ma I’ll be fine. The building has an elevator, I’m good.”

Worry crossed her face. “What about food shopping? What about bathing?”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide. “Well you’re not gonna bathe me if that’s what you think.”

You swallowed a chuckle, shifting your expression to a serious one offering your help. “For the food shopping,” you nervously added. Learning from the past, you shut your mouth to avoid the risk of digging yourself a deeper, awkward hole.

His parents left to get lunch for everyone since Bucky was sick of cold vegetables, and the two of you were alone again. He cleared his throat, licking his lips before asking, “You really don’t mind helping me?”

Your smile answered him before your words. “Of course not. Plus we still have a lot of pizza to try.”

You bit your lip watching the smile spread across his face, relief washing over him as things seemed to snap back into place as if nothing had changed. But Bucky forgot about Peter. You had been spending so much time with him this weekend he almost convinced himself things were different.

“Peter isn’t mad you’ve been gone all weekend?” Bucky asked, doing a poor job in hiding the uneasiness in his face as he anticipated your answer. He’s a glutton for punishment, reminding himself that things will never truly be the same again and little does he know how right he is.

“I broke up with him weeks ago.”

Your answer takes a moment to register, the realization hitting Bucky more than the impact of the accident. “Why?”

Haloed by the glow of the sun behind you, the words sang like the message of an angel, because there had to be some sort of divine intervention that brought all of Bucky’s dreams true when you answered, “Because he wasn’t you.”

A tear slipped down your face and Bucky lifted his hand, cupping your cheek and brushing it away. You cupped his hand against you, exhaling staccato breaths and smiling down at the man that brought music into a world that felt silent without him.

You leaned down, the tip of your nose grazing against his, your smile matching his as you closed the distance, pressing your lips together once more. The sound of love flooded your soul as you and Bucky found harmony at last.

EPILOGUE

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To Do Unto You

Fandom: Guardian Rating: General Relationship: Shen Wei / Zhao Yunlan Tags: Fluff, Caring for each other, Prompt Words: 2401 Summary: Shen Wei cares for Zhao Yunlan, and Zhao returns the favor.

Two prompts, decided to make them into one fic with two chapters.

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

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Chapter 1

Shen Wei can hear the heavy footsteps on the stairs long before the familiar sound of a key being turned, tracing the way of the one arriving, until the heavy wooden door opens and closes again, then allowing himself a relieved sigh. Zhao Yunlan has been away the whole day, having been called away on their day off by an emergency at the SID involving a murder case and a suspect on the run. He had insisted neither Shen Wei nor Hei Pao Shi were needed for this and left shortly after breakfast, leaving Shen Wei with nothing to do all day but cleaning and looking at his watch every three minutes.

So he is indeed very relieved to hear the other shuffle in the hallway. That feeling, however, lasts exactly as long as it normally takes Zhao Yunlan to take off his shoes. Because instead of shoes being toed off and left carelessly in the way, Shen Wei hears a muffled curse, followed by a dull thud as something heavy bumps against the wooden door.

In a heartbeat he is at the other’s side, and can’t quite suppress a gasp at the sight that greets him.

Zhao Yunlan is wet, not was-surprised-by-a-downpour-and-forgot-my-umbrella wet but soaking, muddy water pooling around his feet on the hardwood floor, darkening it further. Shen Wei distinctly remembers him wearing his pale blue jeans this morning – he does because he had to pry his eyes away from the way Zhao Yunlan’s rear looked in them – and with slight confusion notices that the pair he’s wearing right now looks more dark brown, stained with water and dirt and other questionable substances. His torso doesn’t look much better, left-over snow dusting his shoulders and hair, dripping down his back. Bewildered, Shen Wei notices there also seem to be some icicles clinging to his hair.

Under all the muddy water Zhao Yunlan is paler than Shen Wei has ever seen him, his lips almost blue under the artificial light in the hallway. Clenching his teeth to unsuccessfully try and suppress the violent shivers shaking him, he tries to smile, but it ends in such a pained grimace that it startles Shen Wei into action. In a heartbeat he is at the other’s side, carefully but efficiently helping him out of his soiled clothes.

Zhao Yunlan snorts humorlessly when his jacket – his favourite, Shen Wei notices – drops to the ground with a wet sound. “I learned something today, Xiao Wei.” At Shen Wei’s noncommittal hum, he continues, “I learned that jeans and a leather jacket aren’t the best equipment for running around in knee deep snow.”

At least he wore his boots, Shen Wei thinks. Loud he says, “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Eh,” Zhao Yunlan shrugs with the air of a wronged martyr, “it’s your day off.”

Shen Wei has to fight the urge to roll his eyes. “Get out of these clothes,” he orders, bracing for the inevitable salacious comment that usually follows such a statement, but it doesn’t come, and that fact concerns him more than he wants to admit.

After a few moments Zhao Yunlan has shrugged out of his dripping wardrobe and has apparently recovered enough to move, staggering towards the bathroom, when Shen Wei intercepts him with a hand on his arm.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking a nice hot shower,” he says cheerfully, then sways dangerously. “Make that a bath. Wanna join me?”

“No bath,” Shen Wei says sternly, “no external heat when you have hypothermia.”

“Xiao Wei, you are overreacting, it’s not that –”

“Shut up and get yourself to the sofa,” Shen Wei interrupts him, ice in his voice, and only after the sentence is out he realises how much he sounded like Hei Pao Shi.

Zhao Yunlan gives him a calculating look, a shudder running through his whole body, then complies wordlessly, and Shen Wei winces inwardly. This will probably come back to bite him later in bed. Much later though, he amends with a look on the sorry heap of husband on the sofa.

Suppressing a sigh, he goes to retrieve as many blankets as he can find, ignoring Zhao Yunlan’s muffled protests as he wraps them around him, layer by layer, finishing with a warmed towel to rub his hair dry.

After Zhao Yunlan is tucked in sufficiently, Shen Wei goes to make tea, not bothering with the kettle, heating the water with his powers. If Zhao Yunlan sees it, he doesn’t comment, just sitting where Shen Wei left him, oddly silent and obedient and this, more than any outward sign of discomfort makes Shen Wei’s heart ache.

When he returns a few moments later with a steaming mug, the largest they own, the one Da Qing gave him that says ‘Best Dad’, Zhao Yunlan looks a bit healthier. He seems not as pale anymore and his lips have almost returned to their usual colour.

As he approaches the sofa, Zhao Yunlan shifts under his blankets, then frowns. “You didn’t leave me a hand to hold the tea,” he complains, and Shen Wei can’t quite suppress a snort at the petulant tone. Not batting an eye, he closes in, holding the mug to the other’s lips.

“Be careful,” he says, unimpressed, “it’s still quite hot.”

Zhao Yunlan looks like he wants to reply something lewd at that, but swallows it after a look at Shen Wei’s face. Whatever he sees there must also make him compliant, because he stops fidgeting and leans forward, accepting the tea.

He sips it silently, and Shen Wei’s racing heart is calming down a bit for the first time after he heard Zhao Yunlan fall against the door, so after another sip, he lowers himself next to the other onto the sofa, placing the mug on the coffee table.

After sitting in silence for a while, Zhao Yunlan says, “You know what would make me feel even better?”

Shen Wei almost startles at that, ready to run any errand just to make Zhao Yunlan feel better.

“What do you need, a hot water bottle? More tea? Is your hair dry enough? I could –”

“Xiao Wei.”

He stops mid-sentence.

“Xiao Wei,” again, softer this time. “It would help if you were closer.”

Clo– oh.

He doesn’t hide his smile as he shuffles closer to Zhao Yunlan, carefully lifting one of the blankets to slip under it, cuddling close.

“Better?”

“Better,” Zhao Yunlan says contedly, burying his face in Shen Wei’s neck.

They stay like this for a while, breathing each other in, revelling in the feel of having each other close.

“Hm,” Shen Wei says quietly after a while. “I made a mistake.”

“Hm,” Zhao Yunlan replies drowsily. “What mistake?”

He strokes Zhao Yunlan’s still slightly damp hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I can’t reach the tea.”

Zhao Yunlan snorts softly, then wraps an arm around Shen Wei’s middle, pulling him even closer.

“’s okay. I have everything I need.”

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Zhao Yunlan kicks the door shut behind them, trying to steer Shen Wei into the direction of the living room couch. Shen Wei is leaning heavily on him, moving slowly and carefully, favouring his left side – and he apparently still has it in him to protest the help. With an irritated grunt, Zhao Yunlan makes his steering more insistent.

He’d be an idiot not to notice all the tells Shen Wei is trying to hide, but his husband seems to think he is, because he straightens as soon as they enter the living room, trying to pull his usual frosty aura around him like a cloak, as if the fact that he hadn’t been able to summon a portal earlier didn’t speak volumes about his state.

Zhao Yunlan snorts at the poor attempt at deflection and decides Shen Wei’s dignity can take a blow.

“Sit down,” he orders, pulling Shen Wei towards the sofa.

“Do you need something,” Shen Wei starts, making to dodge the grip on his arm, but Zhao Yunlan is faster.

“Yeah, sit down and take off your jacket and shirt.”

“Yunlan, that’s not the time –”

“Shut up and take off that shirt,” he snaps, the raw hurt in his voice making him flinch.

Shen Wei winces as well, then, after a brief hesitation, does as told. Zhao Yunlan doesn’t allow himself to think too much about that, or why Shen Wei is moving strangely, or how it isn’t just energy depletion that makes him sway even sitting down.

Shen Wei has shrugged out of his jacket, now slowly unbuttoning the shirt, then pulling it off cautiously, revealing what Zhao Yunlan had suspected he would see: a giant burn on his left shoulder, stretching down to his hip bone.

“You idiot,” he says through gritted teeth.

“It’s not that –,” Shen Wei starts, but Zhao Yunlan explodes on him.

“If you’re going to tell me it’s not that bad I will punch you.” Shen Wei doesn’t look appropriately contrite, so he adds, almost sullenly, “Or I’ll punch myself, that seems to have a more direct effect on you.” Now Shen Wei looks genuinely shocked, and Zhao Yunlan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t move,” he orders, “I have some salve here that Zhu Hong brought from the snake village, I think it will help with... this.” He gestures at Shen Wei’s back who nods solemnly in agreement.

He doesn’t ask why Shen Wei hasn’t healed it, doesn’t have to. The Dixingren they captured, or thought they captured, decided to go down in a blast rather than be taken away, and Zhao Yunlan had stood a bit too close to him to duck away from the inferno. He had braced for the impact, only to be pushed away by a wave of power at the last moment, opening his eyes in shock. Shen Wei had leapt in front of him and used a burst of his powers to shove him several paces away, how he had managed to do that gently was beyond Zhao Yunlan’s understanding, but that also meant that he hadn’t protected himself, so the explosion hit him full force, sending him after Zhao Yunlan, only far less gently.

Seeing that their prisoner had turned himself into a bomb and that nothing was left of him to escort to Dixing, Shen Wei had changed his robes back into a suit as soon as he was able to stand, while subtly leaning on a wall to steady himself. He wasn’t able to open a portal, so they took the jeep home, which was how they ended up like this: Shen Wei on the couch, naked from the waist up, while Zhao Yunlan rummages through a drawer.

“You don’t have to –,” Shen Wei starts, just as Zhao Yunlan lets out a triumphant “Ha!” and clamps his mouth shut. He makes to settle back into the sofa, then stops, wincing almost imperceptibly, sitting back up. The sight makes Zhao Yunlan’s heart clench, and he tries to hide it behind a cheery smile.

“Found it,” he says, waving the small container, placing it next to Shen Wei on a side table, while he goes to retrieve some clean gauze and hot water.

On his return, he settles next to Shen Wei on the sofa, facing his left side, then begins to carefully clean the oozing wounds with clean water and some gauze. He works with utmost care, but still he sees Shen Wei’s shoulders tense, his jaw shaking for how hard he is gritting his teeth.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says quietly, “don’t hold back for my sake.”

But Shen Wei just shakes his head minutely, furrowing his brows, his lips pressed into a tight line. Zhao Yunlan works silently, applying a thin layer of salve after he cleaned the wounds, carefully dabbing it onto the marred skin with some crumpled gauze.

When he is done, he carelessly drops the salve and the used swabs onto the side table, turning to face Shen Wei. He still looks pale, but the frantic expression has left his eyes, maybe the snake tribe stuff is already working its magic.

“You scared me,” he says, voice still slightly shaky, and Shen Wei looks away.

“I apologise for scaring you,” he says after a moment, and Zhao Yunlan snorts.

“But not for taking that blow for me?”

Shen Wei doesn’t answer

“Xiao Wei,” he says softly, gently cupping the other’s cheek, searching for his gaze. “Didn’t we agree not to do that self-sacrificing shit anymore?”

Shen Wei winces again, but doesn’t look away this time. He opens his mouth, probably to say something along the lines of you’re worth it, but Zhao Yunlan shushes him, running a thumb over his bottom lip.

“Xiao Wei,” he says again, “you didn’t have to do that. I probably would have been okay, you could have healed me immediately.”

Shen Wei swallows. “Maybe,” he admits quietly, “but...”

“But what?”

“But I had to.”

“Had to what, jump between me and danger? Or –”

“Yes,” Shen Wei blurts out, causing Zhao Yunlan to clamp his mouth shut.

“Yes,” he repeats more quietly, “because you’re important. You...” He swallows hard. “You’re everything, Yunlan,” he adds almost inaudibly.

Zhao Yunlan makes to pull him into a hug, then stops himself, reaching for his hand instead. Clasping it tightly, he says with fervour, “You are important too, you know? And don’t start with that Envoy nonsense, you know what I mean.” His other hand is still on Shen Wei’s cheek, turning his face so their eyes meet. “You’re my person, Xiao Wei, you don’t get to be careless.”

Shen Wei huffs. “But what use –”

“I don’t need you to be useful for me, you ridiculous man,” he says exasperatedly, because really, how isn’t this obvious, “I need you to be here for me.” He strokes a thumb over Shen Wei’s cheek. “You are my person, Xiao Wei, and I need you. And most of all I need you to stop doing self-sacrificing nonsense like this.”

Closing his eyes, Shen Wei leans into the touch, one of his barely-there smiles on his lips.

“I’ll try,” he says softly.

Zhao Yunlan hums in acknowledgement. “Good,” he agrees, “that’s all I want.” Then, “Do you need anything, Xiao Wei? Tea, a blanket?”

Shen Wei opens his eyes, looking directly at him, his gaze full of love and adoration.

“No, thank you,” he says, “I have everything I need.”