#got my all nostalgic and i crawled my way back here

[holocene-sims]

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august 26, 2021 4:00 a.m. a balcony, somewhere

time somehow seems to simultaneously slow to a crawl and race beyond the speed of light. grant doesn’t remember when they’d ended up perched like lovebirds at the pinnacle of a staircase, peering out over the night-drenched landscape, but it must have been a while ago. customers have long since stopped streaming in and out of the restaurant on the street below.

he remembers in better detail the stream of their conversation–they’d shifted from food and a strangely peaceful, humorous discussion of kicking the bucket to movies, and at some point, paranormal stories came up along the way.

it’d be hard to forget talking to yunha.

there’s something curiously enrapturing about her, something that had drawn him to her when he first made eye-contact with her.

the look in her eyes, maybe. it’s piercing, like she’s baring right through your skin and into your soul, but not malicious or judgmental. it’s friendly, it’s curious, it’s playful.

the way she speaks, maybe. she’s the most engaged conversationalist he’s ever encountered. everything you say, whether she agrees or disagrees, is met with affirmations and a lot of nodding. yes, yes, of course. i see, i see. i understand. ohhh, wow! really?

she’s unraveling every shard of the puzzle that is his personality and piecing it back together in one whole picture, analyzing it. figuring it out. appreciating it.

or maybe it’s the sweetness that radiates off her. she appears unafraid to smile, instead all too happy to flash those pretty, crooked bunny teeth for the world to see.

��so, i'm going to guess you’re not accidentally good at singing.”

she seems not to mind revealing her own puzzle pieces either, and the more she says about herself, the more fascinated he is with her. with who she is. with what makes her tick.

“i hope it’s not an accident,” yunha replies, laughing, “because shit, then years worth of practice was a waste.”

“time enjoyed is never time wasted.”

the unabashed cringe of the line garners an immediate eye roll, but she still seems to find it funny.

they’ve definitely been sitting here a while. grant straightens his back, fixing his gradually slouching posture, and is is met with an immediate flash of pain, distinct from the chronic dull ache underlying every day of his life, that radiates down every vertebra.

“what got you into music, though?”

yunha’s rosy pink lips purse in thought as she dwells on the question.

“a lot of things. my parents like music. i listened to a lot of different kinds of songs my whole life, first with them, and then later with my friends. i had some time between classes and studying to spend having fun, but i couldn't spend any money, so my friends and i would go to this music store. we walked around and picked random albums to listen to on the headphones. we never bought anything.”

grant nods supportively. “what’s, like, the first album you remember really liking? or albums. you don’t have to pick one.”

“ah! i treasure so many albums. seo taiji and boys IV. i think that’s still my favorite nostalgic album ever. i also remember fondly, um, this girl’s in love with you by aretha franklin. i heard that at the music store, and i was so impressed by her talent. i still am.”

“i'm not a music expert. surprise! i know, i know, i'm sorry to tell you, i did not practice for centuries for that wonderful spice girls performance earlier. no, but seriously, i most often just listen to the same old emo stuff i liked when i was 13. so, unfortunately i don’t know the first album at all, at least not yet, but i do know the second one. you have fantastic taste, that’s a classic.”

despite his ignorance, yunha still smiles from ear to ear. “you should look up the first one! look up, like, seo taiji ‘come back home.’ that’s the most popular song on the album. i don’t wanna bias you, so listen on your own and make your own opinions.”

“wilco. and if you don’t mind me asking, how’d you turn the interest in music into a skill? you are talented, but i know it's very much a skill. it does take a lot of practice to become tangibly good at music.”

“to express myself,” yunha says plainly, “it’s easier to tell your story in art than talking about it, and singing is free. you don’t need supplies to learn it. but yes, i needed that kind of outlet, you know? i always liked singing, always did it, but i needed more than only entertainment from it over time.”

“oh yeah, art is helpful. i really should have gotten on that train earlier. i got on board about a year ago. it's much better for you than intellectualizing everything. or at least that's what i tend to do. do you perform, by the way? outside of karaoke, that is."

"sometimes. but also, not in a long time."

there falls a brief, but peaceful lull in the conversation. grant’s eyes draw to black night sky as he recalls the last haphazard art he’d created–the mushy-gushy attempt at processing the universe. seeing it hanging above him now, his thoughts are no less conflicting. light pollution washes out the shining sea of stars, but the sky still retains its beauty, its bewilderment. visible or not, an infinite chain of dimensions and celestial bodies exist in the vacuum of space, orbiting independent of him, yet factoring in the tiny fraction of his mass on the mass of the earth in their delicate ballerina dance across the fabric of spacetime.

the universe must have created me for some reason, for something other than anguish.

his own words. again. ever-present.

“i miss seeing the stars.” yunha’s buttery soft voice breaks his concentration. “you can’t see anything here.”

“polaris.” grant raises his left arm and draws his index finger across the sky until it hovers above the only star he’s seen thus far. “technically, that means we should be able to see sirius, too, but we don’t need to get all science-y and talk about magnitude and that polaris isn’t–”

“i would like it if you did.”

she was thinking of the stars, too.

synchronicity.

“aw shucks! well. i’ll say this, polaris isn’t the brightest star. we just talk about it way more frequently because it has the most cultural significance in the northern hemisphere for, you know, navigation reasons. but hey, give it about 12,000 more years, and it even won’t be the north star anymore. thank you, wobbly earth axis. but also boo, woobly earth axis, because it's a little sad to think about.”

yunha’s eyes glitter with fascination. “it’ll be something else?”

“yep! the next north star will be vega,” he explains, “come on down, you’re the next contestant!”

“maybe we’ll see it happen.”

“if my consciousness is still floating around as little dust particles, that’d be pretty sick. you know? forget fly me to the moon, fly me to vega. why not?”

“i don’t think i'll be dust,” yunha says, not missing a beat at all, even as her focus remains fixed on the faintest twinkle emanating from polaris, “it’s kind of troubling. you don’t want to be, like, stuck in the whole cycle of the universe, but if you’re still here, you can see some really beautiful things.”

“ah. reincarnation?”

“if you’re asking me, you’re not going to be dust. either you escape the suffering or you come back in some kind of physical form, human or not, and you try again.”

grant thinks about it for a moment. and then the feelings, like usual, spill out at once.

“i'm not going to lie, that idea has always given me the heebie-jeebies. i think it’s very cool as a concept, but i'm, like, man, i don’t want to do this shit again. also, look, we're doing the thing again. oh, and shit, that sounded judgmental. i just run my mouth too much."

"most people don't know they lived before. you can't really remember your other lives without a lot of study," she answers, "and no, you don't. i prefer to hear your real opinion. it's actually stupid when people tell you what they think you want to hear."

"do you ever wonder what you were up to last go-around?"

"not too much, but i always heard strange birthmarks and scars are signs from your last death. fears, too. things you avoid. so, i guess, like, a clown stabbed me in the neck with needles."

"are you afraid of storm drains, by any chance? if so, i think pennywise had it out for you."

"hahaha." yunha shakes her head. "wait, i have to ask. is it not worse thinking you can only live once? that's not uncomfortable? feeling like you have to make everything perfect in your one lifetime?"

"oh no, it's terrifying. dying and just being done with everything is eerie, too, because there are nice things to do and see here in the real world. you’re right about that. and yeah, there is a lot of pressure to get it all right. also, that's not even mentioning that there are people i love that i don’t want to be gone forever. i'd like to think they remain somehow. conscious or not. i kind of think they do, but i don’t know. am i contradicting myself? capital-P probably."

“you don’t know what to think.”

grant immediately bursts out laughing. “yeah, no, absolutely not. i do not know. i just kinda waffle around and hope some scientist throws out some numbers and whatnot that proves some explanation of everything correct. but that’s impossible. it’s literally impossible. we can’t even simulate or predict the wacky physics that were going on at the exact moment the big bang happened.”

“not to be, like, all quirky, but...” yunha reaches over, patting him on the shoulder. “maybe don’t think about it? you’re gonna go crazy. you can just not know? and it's fine. this doesn’t mean anything anyway. the answer to anything is already in you, it’s not out there.”

and then she, too, starts giggling all over again and her cheeks blush deep red from sheepish cringe.

another stereotypical line, but he doesn't mind. they sound better coming from her than him anyhow.

a second later and she checks the time on her phone. her cheesy smile erodes into a slight frown.

“ahh, i really need to leave soon. i have a schedule in the morning.”

grant checks the time as well, drawing the sleeve of his hoodie up just enough to read the minuscule roman numerals on his watch.

on the watch an ex-girlfriend gifted him. not päivi, but...

4:00 a.m.

fuck.

right.

you’re leaving the country in two hours.

[magicxc]

Slow Motion

Pairings: Kofi Siriboe x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1785

Warnings: fluff, fingering

A/N: This was LONG overdue lol. I never expected to take so much time on these drabbles, but in the end I've come to love ALL pieces involved with this "series." It was nostalgic, fun, and most importantly SPICY 🥵 I thought something light to wrap it all up was much needed, so do enjoy Kofi in all his tenderness.

BBJ Masterlist

Deeply inhaling, a crooked smile dangles on the corner of my lips as the soft scent adds to the cozy atmosphere. There’s notes of lavender and frankincense that linger, almost lulling me to a peaceful sleep. The diffuser on the countertop spills Eucalyptus oil into the damp air, the harmony of aromas relaxingly pleasant.

Candles line the bathroom floor, all unscented, instead adding to the intimate vibes. The lights are dimmed, my only source of visibility is the flame of the fire flickering through the dark room, entranced as I watch them dance against the drywalls. 

The water is deliciously warm to the touch, almost too warm - it’s that scorching feeling that borders the line of pain, scared to submerge my body entirely as some parts are more sensitive than others. The longer I sit here, the more my body adjusts to the scoiling temperature and I slowly inch my way down until I'm chin deep into the bath. The epsom salt is crunchy against my legs, the textures oddly satisfying as I rub against them until they disintegrate.

Bubbles filled to the brim, they’ve become this fun distraction as opposed to the serene scene Kofi intended them to be. And while it is captivating, I find it a lot more entertaining. I’ve found myself blowing them, splashing them, and even molding them to my desire.

“Aren’t you supposed to be relaxing?”

“This is relaxing,” I giggled.

Slipping in behind me, Kofi gently submerges himself into the bath, his added body heat making me even hotter; and I don't mean in temperature. Hands crawling to my shoulders, he begins to massage them, his fingers working out the stress from earlier today. Firmly caressing his digits into my shoulder blades, my groans hint at which spots need the most attention; growing louder every time he rubs the flesh just right.

“What's got my pretty girl so stressed out?”

“Baby, I swear I love my job and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but sometimes it gets tiresome carrying the workload.”

“Do you think the workload is too heavy? That maybe you need a few days off?” he suggested.

“No it’s not that, ow-”

“Sorry, was that too much?”

“Mhmm”

As nimble as his fingers may be, Kofi for sure knows how to use them. They rub and dig and knead in the best ways, but sometimes his hold can carry a bit too much pressure. Intent on massaging out the knot, sometimes he doesn’t realise that his once firm touch can easily pass over to discomfort. Kissing along my temple, he promises to go softer, eagerly getting back to the topic at hand.

“So if it’s not your workload that's bothering you, it must be something else? It sounds more like you’re carrying the team.”

“I don’t mind stepping in when I need to.” 

“How do your shoulders feel beautiful? They’re sagging and the knot is gone.”

“Great,” I sigh. “I feel like I can bench press 70 pounds.”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “Lemme see how I can get that number to 80.”

Laughing, he stops massaging my shoulders to which I whine in protest. A kiss to my lips effectively stops me in my tracks, Kofi assuring me that my night is far from finished. Reaching over to the shelf beside us, I hadn’t realised how he stocked it in preparation. He has a little of everything, unsure of which direction this night will take us. There’s face masks, oils, wine bottles, a lighter, bath bombs, rosemary, and a few other things I don't get the chance to linger on. 

“Do you trust me?”

���With my life,” I breathed.

“Good, no questions moving forward please. I just need you to let go.”

Grabbing a cup from the shelf, he dips it below the water, filling it to the brim.

“What’s that for?”

“Didn’t I just say no questions?”

“But-”

“Aht”

“All I want -”

“Don’t even, now close your eyes.”

Emptying the cup over my head, I dramatically blow out the excess spittle of water, mostly because I didn’t expect it. And of course Kofi wouldn't explain things either, interrupting me every time I decided to inquire further. He repeats this two more times, until my hair and face are fully drenched. The water is a little hotter than room temperature now, so the sensitivity of my scalp welcomes the warm downpour.

His hands reach for the shampoo next to us and my mouth forms an “O” at where this is going, deciding to just sit back and let Kofi do his thing before my endless questions ruin what he’s attempting. Pouring the thick goop into his hands, he rubs them together before delving his fingers into my hair. 

My curls are easily tangled when wet, so I watch as he does the five finger method, carefully running his hand through each section of hair before scooping it all together. Once he successfully detangles my head, Kofi goes on to rub his fingers sturdily against my scalp, focusing more so on massaging it as opposed to washing my tresses.

“Mhmmmmyy goshhh, baby this feels AMAZING. I should let you help out on wash day more often.”

“So you can tire my hands out? I don’t think so,” he jokes. 

“We can split the chores, you wash and I style.”

“Let me marinate on that for a bit. What I really want to know is why you’ve been working yourself to the point of exhaustion?”

“Because unnmpph, right at the base please.”

“Down here?” he asks, working his thumbs toward the back of my head.

“Yes, thank you! And I guess it’s because I didn’t see how ragged I was running my body. One offer turns into an expectation and before I know it, I’ve effectively taken on the job description of at least three other people.”

“Mhmm,” he hums. “I love your willingness to help gorgeous, but to put it simply, those motherfuckers do not care. Takers never get tired of taking, but givers do get tired of giving. You’ll give the literal clothes off your back if you have to and trust me they’ll take it without question.”

A comfortable silence falls between us, one where I get a moment's clarity. A moment where the rose colored lens shift ever so slightly. When something becomes my passion I won’t hesitate to see it through, but what I haven’t seen is how quick people are to take advantage of that drive. I can love my job and still set boundaries, and it’s a shame it took me putting my body through so much to see that.

Thankfully Kofi is gentle with me. Kind enough to point out where I went wrong without ever making me feel bad for my actions; only encouraging me to learn from my mistakes from this point on. And if I can get this type of treatment every time I mess up, I may have to mess up more often.

Rinsing through my hair, he conditions it all the same, fingers actively kneading the tension away. Eyelids fluttering close, I embrace his gentle touch and allow my body to just be. To feel his hand against my skin and the warmth of the water. To smell the arrangement of scents that linger in the air. To listen to the flickering of the flames from the candles. To watch the bubbles bounce around the tub with each movement. I try my best to take it all in - relax my mind, still the whirlwind of thoughts, and allow myself to be present - the bullshit of the world forgotten. 

Before I know it Kofi rinses out my hair once more, the worries of this week sliding down my shoulders. Leaning into his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat becomes my own personal ballad; interrupted by the rumbling of his chest as he asks how I’m feeling.

“I’ve given it a lot of thought babe and you’re right, those motherfuckers do not care.”

Agreeing, we talk a little about setting boundaries, but most importantly working my wage. Fingers delicately cradled against my cheeks, he presses his lips to mine, so soft I barely feel it. His minty breath fans against my face and I close my eyes while his forehead rests against mine, the two of us reveling in the ambiance of the night. 

“I see that you’re tired, but do you think you can do one more thing for me pretty?”

“Mhmmm.”

“Go ahead and spread your legs.”

Eyes shooting open, it’s the vulgarity of his words that throw me off. Kofi and I are no stranger to hot sex, but every time I hear how filthy he can get, it sends a wave of heat throughout my body.

“What all do you have planned tonight exactly?”

“I thought we agreed no questions. The only time I wanna see your mouth open again is when I'm putting my dick to the back of it. Now be real good for me and open up.”

The retort is on the literal tip of my tongue, just itching to jump over the edge, excited to see where another “mishap” can land me. But Kofi’s worked so hard to make this night special, so it’s only right that I see things through the way he intended. 

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers resting on my clit. “Stay just like this for me.”

Straight to the point Kofi starts to gently rub on the nub, my skin between his teeth adding to what already feels ethereal. His other hand reaches up to my breast, tweaking the nipples to attention; and my arms fly to the edge of the tub, needing to grab onto anything for stability. 

“Im just getting started,” he kissed. “I just need you to hold out for a little while longer, yeah?”

“Uhnnn ye- yeah.”

Hips bucking into his fingers, I throw my head onto Kofi’s shoulder to ride out the sensations, my breathing growing ragged as he cranes his head forward to slip my nipple into his mouth.  

“Not yet.”

“Babyyyyyyy, I can’t hold out for much longer.”

“You wont need to, I promise.”

Fingers swiftly rubbing over my clit, my hips continue snapping into his expert fingers, thighs shaking the water out the tub. His tongue swirls around my nipple, warm and electrifying. Hands gripping the tub, I beg Kofi to let me cum, relief washing over me as he finally does. 

“It’s true that takers never get tired of taking, and on some level I can relate, because I’m gonna take every last drop your body has to offer,” he promised. “So be extra good for me, and give me one more pretty.”

[carryingthebannershitposts]

Some Hard Promises Angst

So I was sitting in bed minding my own business thinking "So what if Jack had more left of his brother than just a photograph?" and it led to this.... well, whatever this written hell counts as. Enjoy the shitshow.

(Also haha enjoy the play on the Hard Promises title in here)

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“Hey, kiddo! Look who I got back!”

The young boy in front of Jack smiled… or, Jack could only assume he had. He could only hear the boy’s voice. He didn’t want to look- he knew what he’d see if he did. He’d had this nightmare before. Instead he looked at anything else- the small stuffed horse in his hands, the walls, the cheaply made wooden furniture and the locked doors and barred windows. The edges of the scene were fuzzy, like a dream, but just nostalgic enough in some sick way to make his skin crawl. He hated how he felt for this place, for the people in it- and for the people who never made it out. The dull walls of the refuge that surrounded him, stained in blood that realistically shouldn’t be there, both comforted and tortured him. He didn’t look down, even as the kid begged him. 

“Francis!”

Jack felt sick. He hated that name. He hated the person who it belonged to.

“Francis, you got him back!”

“I know… I know, Michael.” Jack forced a smile. He hated Francis Sullivan, and his life, and his name, and his family. But he couldn’t bring himself to hate his little brother. What kind of a big brother would that make him?

“Will you keep him safe for me? So Snyder doesn’t take him again?” 

“S-Sure. I will.”

“Do you promise?”

Jack didn’t want to. After what happened, it was a hard promise to make, even if he’d technically made it in real life before the accident. But he sighed. “I promise.”

Jack had to shut his eyes tight when Michael hugged him. He smelled the blood. He felt it on his clothes. He remembered every detail of what happened to his brother. But that didn’t mean he wanted to see it again. He never wanted to see it again.

“Francis, why aren’t you looking at me?” Michael whined.

“Stop.” Jack begged.

“Francis, come on!”

“No!” Jack yelled, opening his eyes. 

-

“JACK?!” 

Jack sat up, breathing so heavily his chest hurt, instinctually smacking the arm off of his shoulder that was shaking him. 

“Jack?! Ow- I- Are you okay?”

“Crutchie?” Jack shook his head, running his hand through his hair. “I- I’m fine… what time’s it?”

“It’s really early, I’m sorry! You were crying in your sleep-”

“I wasn’t.” Jack sighed. “We’ve been over this. I just have allergies, remember?”

“Okay… just- are you sure you don’t want-”

“I’m fine, Crutchie.” Jack snapped. He hated how cold he sounded. How scared he was. He wanted to talk about it, he did. But he didn't want to be a burden to Crutchie. What kind of a big brother would that make him?

“Alright… Goodnight, Jack.” Crutchie said quietly, a hint of coldness in his own tone. Jack supposed he deserved it, even though it hurt. 

“Night.” He responded half-heartedly. 

Once Crutchie was gone, Jack cautiously pulled a loose brick out of the wall, and retrieved a small stuffed horse from inside it. He turned it over in his hands, looking it over. It was far from perfect anymore, it was all dusty with rips and tears, and blood stained over what used to be the white muzzle. It was trash, really, but Jack couldn’t bring himself to put it away.

He promised he’d keep it safe, and he wasn't about to break that promise. Not the last promise he'd ever made to Michael- what kind of a big brother would that make him?

- 

Jack marched into the lodging house shamefully, flanked by cops and Pulitzer’s workers, avoiding the gazes of all the boys who used to be his brothers. He didn’t want to come back here himself, he’d begged for someone else to do it, to retrieve his things for him so he wouldn’t have to face everyone. But for some sick reason Pulitzer had insisted he go himself.

“How can we be sure you have all your… belongings, if you don’t go yourself?” The voice still rang in Jack’s ear, mocking and taking pleasure in what clearly was Jack’s pain. 

Jack didn’t care about his clothes or his bedding. He hardly cared about the money he’d left. There were only two things he really came for. But when he reached inside the wall, he felt sick to his stomach.

The first thing he felt was toy stuffing. 

Fighting a rising panic within him, he pulled out the remnants of what was once a small stuffed horse, now in nothing but a few sorry shreds and a head separated from the body. Nobody in the lodging house knew why he cried that day, nor why he even had it in the first place- to them it was just a meaningless stuffed horse, one that happened to get caught in the crossfire of their anger when they searched for the photograph of Jack’s family.

To them, it meant nothing.

But to Jack? It meant the world. He felt worthless, useless... he just wanted to shut his eyes and cry. But he didn't even feel like he deserved to do that, not in front of everyone. For all he'd done, after Michael and now Crutchie and Race and the rest of the boys, it just now hit him that he'd failed as a big brother.

He’d broken his promise.

[temnurus]

Wangxian Top Ten Fic Recs

So. I got into MDZS/The Untamed back in February, & I've sort of fallen into a Wangxian black hole from which I am not sure I will ever emerge. Thusly, I've been reading a ton of Wangxian fanfiction lately & have acquired quite a few favorites. Naturally I had to eventually compile a rec list lest I combust with all the barely suppressed love I have for this ship.

Now you lucky people get to reap the benefits of all my hard work because not only have I ranked my top ten, I am also including a bunch of honorable mentions because I'm ridiculous & have no self restraint because I'm such a kind & generous person. Note that the honorable mentions are not ranked & are listed in no particular order.

Fair warning, all of these recs are rated Explicit because I enjoy either a sprinkling or a flood of adult content with my fics. It's far from the focus of many of them, but it's there to varying degrees in each. Also, some of these fics cover some heavy content that may be triggering for some folks, so please do mind the tags & any authors' notes for your own peace of mind.

And with no further adieu, onto the recs!

1. Scars Where They Used to Be by CwythanWind (E, 58,467)

Thoughts: I lost count of how many times I cried in this fic. It was gorgeous in every sense of the word. The characterizations were phenomenal. Wei Ying’s pain was palpable, & the pining was agonizing. Lan Zhan conveying his love through poetry made me sob like a baby twice. The prose was just that beautiful. I can’t recommend this enough. As soon as I finished it I knew it was going to become my favorite Wangxian fic, & nothing has managed to top it yet.

2. Beneath Your Skin by Wrenwolf (E, 147,201)

Thoughts: I was sold on tattoo artist Wei Ying from the word go, haha, but Lan Zhan as an antiques dealer was also surprisingly on point. I go on about characterization a lot in these recs, but I have to tell you that Lan Zhan's here is one of my absolute favorites. I felt like I'd crawled into his skin & was just living there right along with him. And don't get me started on Wei Ying in this fic. I just.. fuck, I cried so much, y'all, & it was incredibly cathartic. Nie Huaisang was my favorite side character in this, & they were an absolute BAMF! You can't go wrong with this one. It's just stunning.

3. Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 72,966)

Thoughts: This fic was full of sentiment: regrets, longing, & so, so nostalgic. The love of art was apparent & beautifully on display here, & it added a richness to the whole thing. I cried several times during this from the empathy I had for both Lan Zhan's & Wei Ying's experiences (can you sense a theme with my favorites making me overly emotional? lol). The tone got heavy in places, but it didn't feel graphic or overwhelming at any point for me. The writing was just fantastic, & I've enjoyed a few more of the author's fics since I read this one.

4. i'm gonna drown when you wake up by teenjiism (E, 51,752)

Thoughts: I related to this fic on several levels because both characters are portrayed as neurodivergent in ways that felt very authentic, & I rarely see it done as well as it was here. I have ADHD, & Wei Ying's headspace felt extremely familiar, ha. Lan Zhan & Wei Ying's friendship was so lovely here, too. I adored their easy intimacy & how they were each other's favorite person before Wei Ying even realized he was in love with Lan Zhan. Oh yes, this is another fantastic oblivious Wei Ying/One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fic. The pining was perfect, & the overall sweetness of their relationship made this a very floaty/happy reading experience for me, personally.

5. Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60,318)

Thoughts: Continuing with the theme of One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again, this was a hilarious & heady fake dating scenario fic. His cluelessness reached new heights in this one, & I about died when he came up with the idea that naturally he & Lan Zhan should practice things like kissing for authenticity's sake. (Oh Wei Ying, you sweet summer child... he kills me; can you tell?) I loved how matter-of-fact Lan Zhan was about the whole thing, too. I laughed a lot during this fic. I even blushed a couple of times, too! Highly enjoyable & a must-read for me.

6. you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132,713)

Thoughts: None of the parents in this fic are doing a good job, but hey, they didn't in canon either, in my not-so-humble opinion. It's not what I focused on in the fic, but the tags certainly amused me. I haven't come across many texting fics in MDZS, so this was a pleasant & welcome surprise. The whole fic wasn't done through texting, but their text exchanges were SO CUTE. Lan Zhan texted exactly how I thought he would in this, & it made me laugh every time. The pining was lovely, & when they finally got to see each other in person again in New York I was glued to my computer until I finished the fic. I adored the tone of this one. It was great & just a really fun read.

7. and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (E, 106,435)

Thoughts: This was one of the most original modern AUs I've seen & featured competitive cultivation that had a Hunger Games meets professional figure-skating competition vibe. It was wild, but it made sense when I read it, I promise. The author was very good at fleshing out their world, & I was fascinated by the concept. Wei Ying once again failed to notice Lan Zhan was in love with him, & his confusion over their interactions never failed to entertain me. I never get tired of their dynamic, y'all, & it was just perfect here. I highly recommend this one.

8. Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128,916)

Thoughts: Ever seen So You Think You Can Dance or Strictly Come Dancing? This was basically that but Wangxian! Wei Ying was stunning as a professional dancer being handed a socially awkward, concert violinist Lan Zhan & having to teach him to dance in front of the nation for 12 weeks, & I absolutely loved Lhan Zhan in this. He was precious. The sexual tension during some of the dances was electrifying, & watching them fall in love over the course of the filming of the show was a delight to read.

9. Two Dollar Coffee by marizousbooty (E, 145,286)

Thoughts: I almost fell out of my chair laughing because how do you acquire an accidental sugar daddy?! Well, if you read this fic, you'll find out. One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again! Yeah, it's one of my favorite AO3 tags, so sue me, lol. The sex was obviously one of the highlights, which I am known to enjoy in a fic (don't judge me, Puritans), but it certainly wasn't the only thing that was well written here. I loved everything about this from beginning to end.

10. things that make it warm by yabakuboi (E, 33,327)

Thoughts: This fic hurt my feelings, not gonna lie. I cried ugly tears at the break up, but I've always had a hard time with reconciliation fics. It was very worth it, however. The way the fic covered their relationship growing & changing over time was very compelling, & a highlight of this for me was Wei Ying's relationship with the Wens, particularly A'Yuan. It was very sweet amongst an ocean of angst, haha. I read this in the span of a couple hours. Just couldn't be torn away. If you're a sucker for angst with a happy ending, then you might want to check this one out.

Honorable Mentions

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70,972)

Thoughts: This was so heartwarming I couldn't stop smiling over how adorable it was. Kid fics aren't typically a favorite of mine, but I do enjoy a really good one every now & then. This was one of the best I've read, to be honest. A'Yuan was the sweetest little angel, & he was so cute with Wei Ying spazzing out about every aspect of his care. Lan Zhan being the quiet, responsible source of reason & support was expected but of course always a welcome addition to the mix. Accidental Baby Acquisition isn't a tag I'd seen before, but it's a new favorite when it comes to Wangxian getting to be surprise parents together, haha.

undone (the spreadsheet song) series by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 282,452)

Thoughts: This is a two part series that tells the same story from each love interest’s point of view, a la Rivals by Reiya in the YoI fandom, which is one of my favorites of all time. Similarly, this story is also phenomenally written. I was sucked in immediately & read both fics over the span of like 3 days. I actually read Lan Zhan’s POV fic (the second in the series) in a single day. I was spellbound by the whole thing, couldn’t get enough. I highly recommend this. The characterizations are incredible, & the emotions are so intense I couldn’t help but feel everything right along with each of them as the story progressed.

My only word of caution is that if you have a hard time reading about Wangxian being intimate with people other than each other you might want to skim/skip those sections of the second fic like I had to. The author makes it fairly easy by giving a heads up in the author’s notes at the beginning of each chapter in which that occurs, which I very much appreciated.

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25,470)

Thoughts: This fic started with a very serendipitous first meeting between businessman Lan Zhan & Wei Ying, who he mistook for the (non-sexual) escort he'd hired for the evening. I nearly died of mortification right along with poor Lan Zhan when he figured out his mistake. Him confessing this to Wei Ying was painfully awkward & hurt my heart, but fear not! We all know I can't handle a fic without an eventual happy ending, haha. Watching their instant connection develop into something more was such a treat. I loved this fic quite a lot for it being a quicker read for me.

Multiphonics by androkastia (E, 63,705)

Thoughts: Wei Ying was such a lovable disaster in this (as he often is, bless him). Him & Lan Zhan both being in the orchestra was a fun idea, & I loved the author's choice of the harp for Lan Zhan's instrument. I thought it was very different from the usual violin or cello choice I've seen previously but still suited him perfectly. I also loved his overall characterization, down to his fashion sense being tastefully eclectic when his style is usually portrayed as very stuffy & conservative. I really enjoyed this college/university AU, & I've read quite a few of them at this point. So obviously this one stood out.

No Compasses, No Signs by brooklinegirl (E, 36,041)

Thoughts: Ah, finally! A soulmate fic. A Temnurus rec list really wouldn't be complete without at least one. This was a modern AU, which made it especially fun when their soul bond inexplicably manifested as they literally collided with each other on the sidewalk. It was painful watching them fumble for answers to why they suddenly knew things about each other they had no way of knowing only moments before, but the sweet conclusion made it more than worth the temporary angst.

A Haunting Love by Selenay (E, 64,621)

Thoughts: This was another very unique modern with magic AU, & I was nervous because Wei Ying was a ghost haunting Lan Zhan's new house in the quiet little town he moved to in order to write his next novel. Naturally Lan Zhan became ensnared by the mystery surrounding Wei Ying's departure. This had a very romantic feel to it, intensely poetic in a way that I found very alluring. There were even thriller-esque moments towards the end of the story, so it had a bit of everything, all of it equally satisfying to read.

love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360,042)

Thoughts: This was an example of a cool MDZS-specific trope I hadn't seen before, & in it Wei Ying, the infamous Yiling Patriarch, was a cultivator who had achieved immortality (aka, he's OP as fuck but in a fun way). The great sects enlisted his help to win the Sunshot Campaign, & what did he demand in return? Lan Zhan's hand in marriage, of course! It was a fantastic slow burn in which poor Lan Zhan suffered the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband. An amazing & complex plot, chock-full of angsty goodness.

a place to hide (can't find one near) by yiqie (E, 76,091)

Thoughts: I'm giving y'all a heads up first thing that this fic pulled no punches when it came to the heavier subject matter covered in the tags & author's note. Some of the descriptions were fairly graphic, so please take care of yourselves when considering this one. That said, it was a powerful portrayal of someone suffering from mental health issues & the long & often complicated journey of healing. This one also happened to contain a love story so beautiful that I was brought to tears several times by Lan Zhan's patient & loving care for his most important person, nevermind all the times I cried at the sad parts! I found the emotional cost of those very much worth the payoff of their happy ending, which is why I just had to include this one.

Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 19,777)

Thoughts: Lan Zhan thought his brother made him an appointment at an acupuncturist & was aghast when he discovered it was for a session with a professional cuddler instead! Enter Wei Ying, gratuitous cuddle therapy, & his usual chaotic charm. Poor Lan Zhan being so overwhelmed while also becoming hopelessly besotted made me laugh, bless his fragile little heart. This was an adorable & light-hearted fic that made me want to go back & reread it almost immediately, haha.

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63,439)

Thoughts: I absolutely loved this. It was pretty CQL (The Untamed) compliant & told the post-canon story of Wei Ying wandering alone as a rogue cultivator after the events of the show. Of course he was pining after his zhiji the entire time, so when he heard gossip that the Chief Cultivator might be married by summer's end it nearly undid him. The angst was excruciating, but at the same time, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fics somehow always manage to be fun at the same time. I've read several post-canon, wandering Wei Ying stories, & this one was particularly good.

[quietwingsinthesky]

MASTERFUL [+ even] SCENE ???

[Saxon groaning pathetically.]

EVEN (shouting) Master!

SAXON Present.

EVEN (curt) I don't belong to you. (shouting again) Missy!

SAXON Well, she's not here.

[An expectant silence followed by Saxon getting to his feet on his own noisily. Another expectant silence, this time followed by footsteps drawing closer. Another pair interrupts them, Even's, taking only two steps before they both stop.]

Please, don't look too happy to see me.

EVEN I'm not.

SAXON (lying) The feeling's mutual. (singsong) She's not coming back for you, (regular) so you're stuck with me. Doesn't that make you nostalgic?

[Even doesn't respond for long enough to disrupt the flow of the conversation.]

EVEN You would have come back.

[Even sighs.]

SAXON Obviously I would have. You're my pack mule.

EVEN Don't call me that.

SAXON Would you prefer guard dog? You do still have that gun somewhere?

EVEN (ignoring him) Eight.

SAXON What?

EVEN Eight versions of you. I had an equal chance to end up with any of them. Or alone. Or with… Um. (frustrated) She, um. The woman who wasn't you. (eureka) Miss Grant.

SAXON One of the Doctor's other pets. A very old model.

EVEN (audibly restraining themself from repeating him in any way) Or I could have gotten the one who sounded like Jack. I liked him.

SAXON Who?

EVEN Sunglasses.

SAXON You want Agent Smith? You can't complain that I'm mistreating you and then ask for him. Do you want to know how he got that accent?

EVEN Not really.

SAXON He took it when he took that body. It's human. It had a life, a wife, a-

EVEN You did that.

SAXON (annoyed) He did it more recently. The sunglasses cover up its eyes. Dead give away otherwise. He crawled inside it, made himself at home, and failed to make it count for anything.

EVEN You failed.

SAXON (angry) I won! You'll believe Missy, like she's done anything with her own life-

EVEN (matching his volume) It's your life!

SAXON Exactly! I'm not throwing it away for her to waste! I deserve this!

[Silence. Wind.]

What are you doing with your face? Stop it.

EVEN (upset) I'm not doing anything.

SAXON (disgusted, mostly with his own reaction) Close your eyes. Stop looking at me like that.

[He huffs. Even sniffs. He shifts, as though looking away and back again.]

I told you to close them. Now, look what you've done.

EVEN (crying) I'm not doing! Anything!

SAXON Do I have to hit you?

EVEN (no hesitation) Yes.

[Silence.]

[A slap.]

[Even squeaks. Then they let out a harsh breath.]

SAXON Done?

[Even sniffles and breathes in with just as much effort.]

EVEN Done.

[They breathe in again. In the distance, there's the rumble of a car. Saxon turns to watch it as Even exhales.]

Why didn't you say you could do that?

SAXON You asked for it. Don't act all 'woe is me' because I left a bruise.

EVEN (pleased) Left a-? (stops themself) No. About bodies. About. You said you-

SAXON He.

EVEN You got inside another person.

SAXON (innuendo) Every other day, if I can help it.

[Even sniffs again. They don't get it.]

EVEN (whispering, mimicking Saxon) If I can help it. Help. (regular) You should have told me what I was there for. If you wanted me around because I'm human and you can- However you do it. Why didn't you?

SAXON (the answer is because I wasn't going to, or because I was and I decided not to later and then I'd have to come up with a reason why that both of us would believe, or because I still would have if I had to in order to live, and then I would have eaten you all up until there was nothing left, and you'd be gone, do you understand that, you'd be gone.) I had enough trouble keeping you on a leash when you were waiting for me to kill you. You really think I would have let it slip that I wanted to wear you to stay alive. You'd have shot me. I've had enough of that for one regeneration.

[Two pairs of footsteps. One moves back. The other advances.]

[Even hums.]

EVEN I don't look good in sunglasses.

SAXON I don't look good in human. We all have to make sacrifices.

EVEN (tiredly) Sacrifices. Because you deserve it.

SAXON See? That wasn't so hard. You always come around to my way of thinking. (realizing something) So stay close to me. And… if we run into me again, don't listen to what I have to say. What they have to say. Especially her.

EVEN (half a laugh) Heh.

[The sound of another car passing in the distance. They're both quiet.]

SAXON So, do you have that gun?

EVEN Yes. (pause) I'm not going to kill anyone for you, Master.

[Two pairs of footsteps, heading away together. Their voices get similarly distant, slowly trailing off and leaving the wind behind.]

SAXON No, I'm sure they'll be very helpful and give us the car if you show it off.

EVEN And if they don't?

SAXON Then, I'll kill them. Spare you the trouble. (muttering) I don't know why you care. The Doctor's gone. You can't impress her anymore.

EVEN I still don't believe you.

SAXON I threw her into a star!

EVEN (mimicking him, mockingly this time) Into a star! You don't believe you, either. You're still waiting for her to show up.

SAXON Why don't we just walk the rest of the way in silence?

[Silence and further shuffling of footsteps]

EVEN (very faintly, far away) You're right. This is nostalgic.

[ne0nlightzz]

Don't Forget The Sun | Creepypasta X FTM!Reader

Side note/ A/N: this is my story that i have put here for those who don't want to go to Wattpad in this unfortunate time of ao3 being down [mostly a joke] also how does one format a full story part on tumblr? i need some guidance here

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PART: TWO

3:14am

That's what the alarm clock next to my bed read when I glanced over to it from where I was sitting at my desk, being back "home" is weird and unsettling but also oddly reassuring and nostalgic.

The way I've been sitting at my desk, listening to music quietly and writing [or drawing] with only my lamp lighting up the small area due to me being unable to sleep is bound to get me in trouble, or at least it would if I was at mother's place.

I looked down at my work, I've been working on a story [or drawing] all night and it's honestly still not the best, could definitely use some tweaking to be better. 

Putting down my pen and taking out an ear bud I spun around in my chair to face the window above my bed, it was nearly pitch black outside my window, only the streetlight a bit past the house illuminating the street and end of the driveway dimly.

I stood up and stretched my arms above my head before I walked to my bed and crawled onto it and over to the window, squinting as I looked out of it, struggling to see but being able to make out...the outline of something standing at the very end of the driveway, it seemed to be a person?...maybe a dog?? 

I don't know but I honestly am not even going to question what it was or why it was there because foe all I know it could be fake and just my mind playing tricks on me, plus I've seen so many weird and creepy things that I never knew if they were real or not.

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"Beep beep beep!"

That's all I heard as I laid in my bed haft asleep, assuming it was just my alarm I had lazily grabbed my phone from under my pillow and forced my eyes open so I could see my phone screen too shut off any other obnoxious alarms that might be set.

Once i finally got my phone unlocked and the alarm app was open I was slightly confused when I was met with zero alarms set, but then again i have zero memory of even setting my alarms before I fell asleep last night that I started to move my phone so I could just go back to sleep but when I moved my phone I was met with the face of a 7 year old in my face 

"Ah! What the hell!" I yelled as I sat up and swatted the kid away

"Good mornth'ng!!" The little girl shouted, a lisp present as she did so, then smile widely 

"S-s-screw off ya little freak b-because it's-s-s not a 'Good morning' when you wake s-someone up like that!" I scowled but felt kind of bad when the little girls smile dropped and a sad expression appeared on her face, I sighed and rubbed my eyes

"I'm s-s-sorry s-st-stella, I did mean too s-snap" I apologized to the little blonde girl who stood in front on my bed but stuttering with just about every 's' word.

Maybe I should have actually gone to speech therapy, that might have helped, probably not though. 

Stella stood there for a moment, seemingly lost in her thoughts before a smile made it back on to her face.

"th's oth'ay bubba! Mama t'id to come get t'ou up!" 

I nodded as I forced myself out of bed, standing up and stretching before I put my hand on Stella's shoulder and led her out of my room, closing the door as soon as she was out of the doorway and into the hall.

I quickly changed into black ripped skinny jeans and an old showcase shirt from last year's showcase that I actually didn't part take in like I had planned too. 

I also threw on a pair of socks and then my vans before heading to the kitchen.  [If you don't like this outfit, please change it to something you prefer!] 

Apon walking into the kitchen, I was greeted by Stellas mother, Brooklyn, and Stella in the room.

I sighed, not quite ready to deal with this lady or try to meet Stella's energy so early into my day. 

I walked into 

the connected dining room area and sat down next to Stella at the dining table, she smiled at me then offered me one of her coloring books that sat next to the one she was coloring in

"Stella, let y/n eat, he just woke up so don't go bothering him and trying to get him to play with you!" Stella's mother fussed at her

Brooklyn isn't a horrible mother, she treats stella better than I thought she would when her and my dad had announced they were going to have a crotch goblin, and she also does use my preferred name and pronouns so bonus points for being a haft decent human, i guess. 

though she does tend to fuss at her daughter for dumb things quite often, I guess it's something her and my mother have in common. 

"No n-no it's okay Brooke! She's not bo-othering me at a-all and I w-w-want to color with her" I said before Brooklyn could fuss anymore at the small 7year old girl who sat next to me and was now upset, with that Brooklyn gave me a small smile and nod then walked back to the kitchen.

I turned to Stella and put a soft small smile on my face

"S-So, what coloring books do you have again?" I asked and she immediately perked up and pushed her coloring books back to me, I grabbed a Lisa Frank coloring book and some crayons then started to color with Stella for a bit.

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After about ten minutes, Brooklyn came and sat across from us.

"So y/n, do you have any plans for this summer?" She asked, trying to make small talk with me. 

I thought for a second before looking up from the coloring book I had and shrugging.

"Nope, not really. I might s-s-see if maybe some of m-my old friends wanna hang out at s-some point, but bes-sides that nope." I answer. 

Brooklyn nodded and went to say something but quickly stopped herself, I knew what she was about to say but still gave a questioning look, after waiting a moment for her to talk she just shook her head and gave me and Scarlett a small smile before dismissing herself from the table. 

That was weird, I know she wanted to say something that referred to the past and I'm haft thankful she didn't but am also curious on what exactly she was going to say. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the suddenness of Stella's shouting. 

"Loo'th I'm done colo'thing!" I looked at her and then the finished coloring sheet she was holding up to show me, I gave her a small smile before speaking. 

"It looks great s-s-stell!!" I said and I swear I didn't think this kid could look any happier than she already did

"Th'ank you!" 

"Wan-n-na go put it on th-he fridge, kiddo?" I asked as I stood up, she was quick to nodding and hand me her coloring page before getting out of her chair and dragging me to the fridge, with that I hung it up as she clapped and jumped around happily.

I guess Dad and Brooke don't hang her stuff up or give her much praise on her work, but I guess that's to be expected from them but it's still kind of shitty.

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"H-hey Mrs. Brooklyn, can I as-s-sk a question" I asked as I approached her

"Sure, what is it y/n?" She replied 

"Is-s it okay if I go int-to town for a bit?" Once I asked that she seemed to think for a minute before nodding

"I don't see why not, just make sure to be back before it gets dark, okay?" She said kindly with a small smile, and I nodded and quietly said a 'yes ma'am' before rushing to 'my room' and grabbing my now empty backpack, I threw my camera, notebook, hoodie and my meds and ear buds in it before slinging it over my shoulder and rushing back into the dining room and out the door.

Once outside I quickly made my way around the property and to the 'workshop' also known as the shed, I opened the door to find everything nearly the same as when we left, I quickly spotted what I was looking for, the bike that's been in here for years. I quickly grabbed it, surprised it still had air in the tires when I checked, then made my way to the street, when I got to the street I got onto the bike and made my way into town.

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I rode my bike through town until I got to the entrance of a familiar looking neighborhood, I stopped outside the neighborhood entrance, hesitant to keep going.

I stood there for a moment contemplating my decisions and staring blankly at the stop sign across the street before shaking my head slightly and sighing. 

"Fuck it" I mumbled before getting back on my bike and starting into the neighbor.

A/N

Hey Hey!-  1. If you like this story, please check my info book or convos board because I have some important questions on there regarding this story and how yall would like it to play out. I'm also going to put the main two questions here so please do let me know what yall want!

Q-1- When should this stories timeline be set in? I haven't been able to choose in between current time and the early-mid 2010s so let me know what yall want! [I've included alot of stuff from around the 2000s-mid 2010s] [THIS HAS BEEN ANSWERD AND THE TIME IS RUFFLY SET IN 2012!!}

Q-2- Do yall want the reader to have a relationship with a character romantically? If so who? [keep in mind I've written the reader as a 15–16-year-old.] Also, what character should the reader have a close platonic relationships with? [PLZ ANSWER THIS TUMBLR- IM BEGGING YA-]

------- 2. I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the last and I'm sorry it's taken a bit to get out! My older sister is currently moving and I'm playing a big part in helping pack and all and have been super busy lately.

So due to that everything I've been working on has been postponed or moving slow. I currently have a list of requests I still need to do plus my usual stories [this, we are young, etc]and it's just all moving slow. 

Anyway, sorry for the interruption of your program.

I just cringed at myself and I'm sorry for that dorkyness--

-Luv Lee<3] 

!NOT THUROUGHLY PROOFREAD OR EDITED BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE MY LAPTOP!

[12/2/2022]

Edited: [2/16/2023]

Posted to Tumblr on: 7/11/2023. I did not removove the old a/n when posting, i dont know why, i just felt i should leave it.

[slavemoron]

The carpet part 2

The faggot really came here to say goodbye, to prove something. but here it was, back on its hands and knees, its hungry little mouth around the food of His Master. Watching the stupid fucking thing choke on its own disgrace, staring right into the recording, almost made me sentimental. Not enough to disregard the punishment that would be needed, a few beatings and maybe 10-15 cocks raping that hole back into a pussy. But that would wait, i needed my faggot fully in its Master’s grip again first.

And that faggot seemed all to happy to do that, moaning on that unwashed foot like a stupid dog. When it left me, ran away from its own truth, i was almost ashamed to admit i was hurt. After all those years of effort and training the uppity little cunt just ran, managed to remove the cage even. But a slave never truly escapes its master because the master makes the slave. Yes, the fags punishment would come but first i had to deal with his Ex.

the fag had, at least for now, relapsed properly. Those dead hungry eyes I remembered, i beat into it, were staring my camera dead in the face. I would record the entire process and put it online, and his little boyfriend would see it all. If he wanted it back he would need to find me first and I’d tell him, eventually.

Maybe 20 or 40 videos where i might tell him where to get his broken toy. He’d have to watch em all and then when he got here I’d break him too. Maybe I couldn’t keep him but I could crush him and that would be one less loose end.

I kicked the faggot in the head with my free foot, I was sick of that mouth so far away. My cock was hungry for a faggots throat so I pulled my foot away. The faggot, brain dead and hungry, stared into my camera and my eyes, obediently waiting to break itself some more.

“Faggot,” i said, still holding my recording camera phone, “Masters cock needs some attention.” The faggot didn’t move, it knew better than to move without being told.

“Does the faggot want Masters cock?” I asked, imagining little jonnys face, the faggot, on its hands and knees, fag pussy arched up, and mouth gaping, said “yes Master, this faggot is nothing without Masters cock.”

Its blank dumb tone almost made me cum at once. To think, it only took 6 years of beatings, humiliation, and training to make such a worthless little specimen. I gestured at the fag and pulled out my Cock, resting my phone so it was in profile.

“Then show Jon, what a worthless little cock slut you are.”

The fag crawled under the table in between us, its tight little pussy poking over the table as it slid under, and entered the holy spot between its Masters legs. It said nothing, a faggot didn’t speak, it only wrapped those nice little lips around its Master and went deep. All the way down it went and, without me needing to say anything, it looked square in the camera.

“That’s right faggot,” I said, “look in his eyes and cry.” Then I grabbed the back of his head with my free hand and started thrusting violently into the faggots throat. Like a piston in a motor the fags throat was beaten and violated. I felt it gag, I felt it sputter, I felt it cry and it better cry good tears or I’d give it a reason to cry more.

It’s gag reflex was worse then before, evidently Jonny’s cock was not worth My betrayal. However it was almost nostalgic to hear the fag struggle with my cock. I remembered that week of training, gag week I called it, where the fag was either in its box or strapped on its knees, like a slutty little Jesus. And his throat got violated at every chance by anyone I could find. If it threw up the 3 shock collars would be used and then it would need to be beg to be shocked at least 3 more times, as was policy at the time. Eventually the faggot learned and, by the time I was done, I almost didn’t want to release it.

I grabbed it by the hair, another crime that needed solving, and pulled it off and held its face in full sight of the camera.

“This is what you saved Jonny? I asked as the faggot stared, covered in its own bile, into the lens. I shoved its mouth back on my cock and fucked its throat some more all while saying, “maybe im wrong but the faggot seems way happier now.”

The first stage of damage was done I think, only one last blow was needed for the real project to begin. I pulled my cock out of its mouth and let it flop to the side.

“Take the phone faggot,” I demanded and the faggot complied holding it in both hands, eyes fixed on the camera.

“Now tell Jon, that you are a broken faggot that only obeys.”

“this faggot is broken, it only obeys”

“Now tell Him that you don’t love him, you only love your Master”

“the faggot does not love you the faggot only loves Master Fagbreaker”

“Now give me his phone number”

The faggot, buck broken and obedient, did just that and, as I turned the recording off, I kicked the Faggot in the nuts. The faggot yelped like a puppy and cringed but didn’t run, it knew better.

“You look all wrong faggot and you fucked me over, after im done with you, you’ll never leave me again. Is that clear!?”

The faggot nodded, mouth lolling open, eyes full of fear. This last part would bring the Faggot back to me for good and was, at least for me, a blast from the past.

I dragged the faggot by the hair forcefully, it whimpering and scampering to keep up, until we reached the rug. The little rectangular piece-of-shit rug that stood before the door.

The first time we met, before I broke it in, I had fucked its pussy right there and then when I caught the stink of faggotry on him. And now I would do it again. I threw the faggoy face first into the rug and stepped on its face, grinding the thing into the old sex-covered fabric.

“Remember this faggot? Where I saved you from mediocrity? Well we’re back cause you’re broken so I gotta break ya in again.”

The Faggot moaned and breathed in the old smell of the rug, as if it were its wedding bed. Foot still on head, I grabbed my cock and Aimed it at its head. Releasing a stream of piss onto the rug, hair, and face of the faggot. It moaned more and harder, the triple stimuli dissolving what was left. Then I grabbed it by the balls and jerked up, pulling its pussy into reach. The faggot put its hands behind its back, as it should, and displayed its pussy for conquering. I released its head and squared up to break it in again. No lube not even spit, this was gonna be exactly like the first time and it would be the last time this was needed. I crouched and put my cock against the fags pussy and pushed. It hurt a lot, I could tell, but the fag knew what to do, to push back harder to embrace the suffering as a Faggot deserved.

At least good ol jonny kept its hole somewhat used but not like I had. Railing into it again and again, the faggot squeezing like a piglet but always coming back for more. I grabbed my phone again and finished the cycle, moving my tight foot up by the faggots face who then lovingly suckling on my big toe. That little moment I got a picture and then put my phone aside. Jonny wasn’t needed now and I was gonna break the faggot harder then I ever had. We did this for 4 minutes, me thrusting, the faggot whimpering and then coming back for more. I knew how to hold myself, to give the Faggot all the suffering it needed to learn. When the time came I prepared for the coup-de-gras, I gave one almighty thrust and as I felt the load enter the faggots ruined pussy I kicked the faggot in the head again and then let it go.

The faggot collapsed, ruined hole up in the me air and gasping.

“Show me that cunt faggot and thank Master again,” I demanded and the worn out faggot arched that pussy up, moaned, and said, “thank You Master for raping this worthless faggot SIR.” That last bit was caught on camera…..

Now it was time to fix this faggot back into code.

[frodo-with-glasses]

I can't remember if you've done this word yet, but if not, would you do "brother" for the word ask game, please?

Brother

Now, the obvious thing to do here is to talk about Boromir and Faramir. They are the most iconic pair of brothers in this story, even though we never get to see them share a scene together. Or, I could talk about Eowyn and Eomer and their relationship; how a brother relates to a sister and vice-versa. In fact, both of those things are so obvious…

…that I’m going to do neither of them! Instead, I’m gonna cheat and talk about why Brother by Kodaline is in my LotR playlist :-D

When we were young we were the ones The kings and queens, oh yeah we ruled the world We smoked cigarettes, man no regrets Wish I could relive every single word

We’ve taken different paths, traveled different roads I know we’ll always end up on the same one when we’re old And when you’re in the trenches and you’re under fire I will cover you

I’ve made it no secret that most of the songs in this playlist are there because of Frodo and Sam, but for this one, I see it as the anthem of all four main hobbits. The song opens with a nostalgic look back on the “good ol’ days”, to the unassuming beginning of deep relationships, which I think captures Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin quite well. Their friendships are galvanized in hardship, but they don’t begin there. They begin in the peace of the Shire.

I can imagine the four of them sitting in the garden on a warm summer evening, smoking pipeweed and shooting the breeze and laughing at each other’s jokes, young and carefree and completely unaware that they’re cultivating relationships that will endure distance and hardship and trauma and war. They will be separated—one to Rohan, one to Gondor, and two to Mordor. They will come under fire. They will endure pain and loss. But no matter what, they will always be there for each other.

If I was dying on my knees You would be the one to rescue me And if you were drowned at sea I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe I’ve got you brother

Every now and then, the fit takes me to do a lyric comic for this song in the same way that I have for Right-Hand Man. I still don’t know what imagery I’d use for every line, but this chorus evokes two very clear scenes in my mind. The first is Frodo crawling up the slopes of Mount Doom: “If I was dying on my knees/You would be the one to rescue me”. And the second is Frodo pulling Sam up out of the River: “And if you were drowned at sea/I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe”.

I suppose that would have to be followed by the hug in the boat from the movies, wouldn’t it? “I’ve got you, brother/I’ve got you, brother…”

Oh brother we go deeper than The ink beneath the skin of our tattoos No we don’t share the same blood You’re my brother and I love you, that’s the truth

We’re living different lives, heaven only knows If we’ll make it back with all our fingers and our toes Five years, twenty years Coming back we’ll always be the same

Something I love about this song is how it covers both literal and figurative brotherhood in the same breath. The first verse seems to encapsulate sibling love—the kind of “I’ve been around you ever since I can remember, and as different as we are, I can’t imagine life without you in it”—but this verse touches on those people to whom we aren’t related by blood, but who are as good as family to us. “No we don’t share the same blood/You’re my brother and I love you, that’s the truth.”

There’s also an odd thing I really like when matching songs with characters, and that’s when the lyrics proclaim something I wish was true for the characters, but it isn’t, highlighting the tragedy of that reality. “Coming back we’ll always be the same”? No, that’s not what happened at all. All four of the hobbits came back changed; three of them for the better, mostly, but one utterly destroyed. They won’t always be the same. They all will change. The only thing that remains the same is their love for one another.

And if we hit on troubled waters I’ll be the one to keep you warm and safe And we’ll be caring each other Until we say goodbye on our dying day Because I’ve got you brother

Talk about another evocative line: listen to “we’ll be carrying each other”, and think about LotR, and try NOT to imagine Sam carrying Frodo up the side of Mount Doom. It’s basically impossible for me, and now you won’t be able to unsee it either.

In the end, I really like this song. It’s catchy, sincere, and hits the perfect sweet spot in the bromance part of my brain (which is like 85% of my brain at this point, let’s be honest). But I haven’t yet told you about the line that really turned this song from a “maybe” to a “MUST-HAVE” for my LotR playlist.

We’re living different lives, heaven only knows If we’ll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

Our fingers and our toes.

Frodo the Nine-Fingered, anyone?

WORD ASK GAME!

[braveclementine]

Chapter 5

Warnings: None (anyone can read this story)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. I do not condone any copying of this.

"𝓢𝓗𝓗𝓗, you'll wake both of them up." A voice that I knew was Gnats hissed through the air. One of my ears twitched and I opened one annoyed eye. I saw that Gnat and Steve were standing in the doorway. Steve had his small black box in his hand.

I noticed that I was laying completely on Bucky's chest, curled up into a ball. His metal hand was nice and refreshing on my fur. He was also fast asleep, his face slack and calm. I closed my eyes again, willing the not sleeping people to go and bother other people.

"Wanda, Vision, and Clint got back from their mission today." Steve said softly. "Are you going to go and greet them?"

"I'll talk to Wanda and Vis later. I'd rather avoid Clint right now." Gnat said and she sounded hurt.

"He'll come around." Steve said softly.

"Trying to get rid of me?" Gnat asked, but she was teasing.

"Never." Steve said. "Buck and I are always here for you Gnat. Well, you know, till. . ."

"Don't worry, I remember the terms Stevie." Gnat said softly. "I won't break them."

Gnat was gone soon and Steve went over, placing the black box on the dresser next to the bed. The movement of the bed was enough to make Bucky jolt awake.

"Nice Nap dreamboat?" Steve asked in a sweet voice.

"Never better doll." Bucky grinned and then I watched as they locked lips with each other.

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, and I stayed silent. Bucky reached up with his hand, cupping Steve's face. I could see his pink tongue entering Steve's mouth.

Very strange. Were they trying to eat each other?

The scene in front of me, sparked something inside of me, something familiar, something nostalgic, like I was older than I really was, but then it was gone. Must've been something from a dream.

"Feed me." I mewed and the two of them broke apart, looking sheepish.

"Sorry Blizzard." Steve said, picking me up. "You must be hungry again."

He brought me down the hallway towards what must be a private kitchen, because it was only the three of us and it was much smaller than the kitchen we had been in before.

He put me up on the kitchen counter, placing a small bowl in front of me and found some delicious milk for me to drink, along with another bowl that had cool water in it. He also but some hamburger in front of me- cold which was great.

"Aw look at the little monster." Bucky cooed as I dug into the meat. "She'd make a vicious killer, wouldn't she Stevie?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Jerk."

I drank some water and then proceeded to clean myself from head to toe after my meal. Bucky and Steve were sitting at the kitchen table, eating something that didn't smell appetizing at all. Ick.

I decided I would like to join them on the table and sized up the jump between the counter ledge and the table edge. I ran my paws over the kitchen counter, finding it slippery. I would have to take that into account as I jumped. I would not be able to run.

I got as close to the edge of the table as I could, sizing up the jump. I shrunk back on my hunches, readying myself for the jump.

Steve moved his elbow out of the way and I sprung.

"I'M FLYING!" I mewed, my paws out to my side.

Bucky looked up and spit his milk out- which was disgusting by the way- which made Steve turn and his eyes widened.

Suddenly, I face planted into Steve's chest. I was stunned for a moment and then looked up at him, sliding into his hands that were underneath me.

"Blizzard, are you okay?! You can't just jump from the counter like that! You could get hurt!" Steve said frantically, placing me down on the table in front of his plate.

"But Steve," I whined, "I had that! Why'd you get in the way."

Bucky chuckled, "Well, she's an adventurous little kit, isn't she?" He scratched behind my ears and I purred, walking towards him so that I could jump into his lap. I crawled up inside his shirt so that I could rest next to his warm body.

I poked my head up over the top of his shirt and mewed softly.

"Don't move." Steve hissed. "I want to get a picture."

"Well hurry up punk, her tail is tickling me and I'm going to laugh." Bucky said, his voice sounding strained.

I swished my tail back and forth faster and Bucky's started to heave. Steve quickly took his pictures and then Bucky burst out laughing. "Oh my God Blizz, you really are the most adorable kit on the planet."

I mewed in agreement.

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𝓣𝓗𝓐𝓣 night at dinner, they went back up to the other kitchen with the other members of the group.

There was another red head who said her name was Wanda. She had glowy hands and I didn't like them much so I skirted around her a lot.

Then there was a strange metallic man that they called Vision. I also didn't like him, but he didn't seem to pay much attention to me either.

Then there was another man named Clint who was only staying for dinner and then going back to a farm. I wondered what a farm was. I noticed that he and Gnat sat on opposite sides of the table and never looked at each other.

I sat next to Tony again, because everyone seemed worried that he didn't want to eat. So I kept patting my plate of beef over to him, looking up at him, and meowing.

"Is she a support cat or something?" Road asked.

"I don't know, but if she is, she is very good at her job." Tony said, petting me and then eating some of my food. Well, I guess I was sharing it, so it was our food.

I had decided that Steve, Bucky, and Tony were my favorites. I also liked Sam for the most part and sort've Bruce. Everyone else was very iffy. And Road was my least favorite because he most definitely had a dog. What was wrong with him?

Once I ate my portion and drank some water, I curled up in Tony's lap, licking my paws. He continued to pet me, but I noticed when he petted me, he stopped eating.

I stood up, climbing up his shirt to rest on his shoulder.

"Eat." I commanded as firmly as I could, batting my paw at his ear.

He smiled, and he must've been able to understand me, because he ate another piece of hamburger. I licked his cheek in comfort and as a reward. Who wouldn't want to be licked by a cat as superior and cute as me?

"Well if that isn't a motivator to eat, I don't know what is." Tony muttered.

Suddenly, another woman entered the room. She was blonde and she looked kind. I noticed Tony straightened up immediately.

Road, Wanda, Vision, Clint, and Gnat had left by now, leaving me with Tony, Sam, Steve, and Bucky.

"Oh hey Pepper, I didn't know you were coming over today." Tony said. "Do you want something to eat?"

Pepper? Was this a house of weird names? What was wrong with these peoples parents? Gnat, Road, Pepper.

"No, but thank you. I just ate on the way here." The woman named Pepper said. She sat down next to Tony on the other side. "I see you're eating though."

"Pep, I always eat. Just usually where you guys don't see me." Tony muttered.

"I know. I just worry about you." Pepper said and Tony reached over to take her hand.

"I know."

"Who is she?" I asked.

Pepper looked up at Tony's shoulder. "Tony? There's a cat on your shoulder."

Tony reached up, picking me up to put me on the table so that Pepper could see me easier. "Yes, this is Blizzard. Cap and tin man found her in the reflecting pool earlier this morning on their run. They brought her home. She seems to like me."

I mewed in agreement.

"What was she doing in the reflecting pool?" Pepper asked in shock. "Cats normally avoid water and that water had to be below 0 degrees Celsius today."

"She might've fallen in, we're not sure yet." Tony said. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. said she'd pull up cameras around the reflecting pool by tomorrow morning. You know how hard it is to hack D.C. cameras. They're top security besides SHIELD."

I didn't know what any of that meant, but I'm sure it meant hard.

"How old is she?" Pepper asked, tentatively reaching out and petting me. I purred under her soft touch.

Her touch was very different from the others. She had smaller hands, with small delicate fingers. She reminded me of Billy and Tommy's touch.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. said she's seven months old." Tony said. "And that she has some light strains and factures so we have to make sure she doesn't jump off high heights. Which," He glared at Steve and Bucky, "Almost happened earlier today."

"Hey, I caught her." Steve said, a defensive tone to his voice. He raised both his hands too.

I settled down on the table, rolling onto my back, paws in the air. Bucky played with me, lowering his hand above me and I batted his fingers away so he couldn't tickle my belly. This game kept both of us entranced for about thirty minutes.

"What are you guys going to do when you find her owners?" Pepper asked.

"I'll buy her." Tony said simply. "There's a thousand cats in the world, they can buy another."

"Couldn't you guys buy another?" Pepper asked, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah, yeah, but this one is smart." Tony said.

"Besides," Bucky said in a gruff voice, "They clearly didn't take good enough care of her if she ended up in the pool this morning."

What was a pool? I had ended up in a very small lake.

Well, not that small.

"Do you guys have any cat things for her? Like a bed for her to sleep on?" Pepper asked, scratching my head again as I rolled over onto my stomach.

"We were just going to let her sleep in our bed." Steve said sheepishly.

"You'd probably roll over on her." Tony said, smiling a little.

"No they wouldn't. I plan on sleeping on their heads anyways. Bucky has nice hair." I mewed.

"It's almost like she's answering you guys." Pepper said with another smile.

"Hey, are you staying the night?" Tony asked, looking straight at the blond haired woman. "Or do you have to be back in Cali tonight?"

"Nope, I can stay for two weeks." Pepper said with a smile.

I liked the way that Tony's brown eyes lit up in delight. "Great! That's wonderful! I promise I'll take more time out of the lab."

Pepper laughed and I really liked it. It was a very nice laugh. Not to loud, and pleasant to listen to. "It's okay. If you get caught up in the lab, I'll just visit you there."

Sam stood up from the table, stretching and yawning, "Well, I'm heading off to bed. I'll see you guys in the morning." He petted my head as he walked past, "Good night Blizzard."

"Good night nice black man." I mewed, stretching and yawning.

I padded over to Bucky, putting my paws on his head, "Can we go to bed? I'm tired. Carry me."

Bucky laughed, lowering his head even more so that I could climb on top of it. Tony, Steve, and Pepper laughed at him.

"Alright, c'mon Buck, let's go to bed." Steve said, putting one of his hands on me so that Bucky could stand up without me falling off.

They made their way back down the hallway, back into the metal box that they called an elevator and then we were back in the room that they had locked lips in.

I watched as they took their clothes off, leaving them in very tight black shorts with a weird shape poking out in the front of their pants.

"C'mere Blizz." Bucky said, picking me up off the ground, settling me on the bed.

Steve sighed wistfully. "I guess this means no fun tonight."

Bucky chuckled, leaning over and touching his lips to his again. Once again, I felt a strange feeling in my stomach. I wasn't sure what it was though. Maybe I'd eaten to much of that tasty bread.

"Don't worry, once we get her a proper bed we can go back to having fun." Bucky said. His arms were around Steve, and he was very quick in dropping off to sleep.

I watched as Steve put his arm up so that he could rest his hand on Bucky's head. "I love you Buck."

He looked down at me as I let out a tiny mew.

"Goodnight Blizz." 

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[silkendandelion]

Happy WIP Wednesday (Whatever Day It Is)

Snippets Below:

Pretty Woman (Croc x OC), long-fic

From the moment he had stepped off the curb, Crocodile knew exactly what kind of man he was, into what part of the city he had wandered. He was a man, after all, and not one who could refuse such an inviting offer, when their violet eyes shone in the lights of his dashboard, and were polite enough to offer curbside service.

“Has anyone ever told you not to honk your horn? It’s rude,” said the beauty, lips pursing to hold back a smirk until Crocodile continued to smoke, unbothered by his snark.

“Yet here you are.”

Ironbark Lookout (Jack x Connor), long-fic

A bell dinged above. For all the kitschy decor of the lobby, speaking to some kind of nostalgic comfort, including a shiny, faux granite counter-top, colorful tourist brochures on a wire rack—the stuffed grizzly in the corner was by far the worst. Tall enough to brush the ceiling timbers, with beady, soulless black eyes that followed me wherever I walked. Daring me to leave.

I'm so tired of running.

Christmas (Law x OC), long-fic

To the thumping of his pounding headache, Law awoke mercifully in his own bed, roused by the smell of breakfast: toast and—

“There’s no smoking in my house,” he growled out, materializing in the kitchen behind his dad, of which Cora’s startled shout worsened his hangover to something between early morning construction and brain surgery.

“Stop yelling!”

“You scared the SHIT out of me!” Cora shouted back as he rushed to stub out his cigarette, completely unaware of the flames on his apron strings. Not that it was a big deal, not when Law was mad enough to snuff the fire out with a smack of a cookie sheet to his back.

NSFW Below:

Pretty Woman (Croc x OC), long-fic

Crocodile’s hand squeezed the arm of the chair to resist touching without permission, or he might do something foolish like press his thumb to the silvery whisper of a scar on the soft plane of his hip, cut by the tight line of his panties, black, silk and little more than a string on the sides.

The cool blue light from the television slipped into all the rivers and valleys of his toned body, carving him out for the sweep of Crocodile’s dark eyes as they roved over every endless inch. If either of them heard the stitches of the arm chair creaking when River lowered himself to the carpet to crawl to him, well, they didn’t mention it.

Ironbark Lookout (Jack x Connor), long-fic

Sex with Connor was everything he ever hoped, so squarely living within his need to be wanted so completely. Connor fucked liked he loved him, and Jack would lie in his own ashes if that was what it took to give as good as he got. Tonight felt like one of those nights, burning him from the inside out, and it was all he could do to hang on, clamp his muscles and relax his lungs to last as long as Connor needed him.

Because I'm the only one who can, is what he said.

Christmas (Law x OC), long-fic

It’s how they ended up nesting on the couch, the former having stripped River down to nothing while he refused to do more than roll up the sleeves on his hoodie, no matter how hard his cock pressed to the front of his jeans.

River’s moan rasped from glossy lips, wet with the spit of their kisses and chewed red while he allowed Law to have his way. Above his head, his hands kneaded the throw pillow, obediently keeping his hands where he had been instructed to, even as his knuckles creaked.

“You’re doing so good,” said Law, deep in his chest and beginning to pant.

[cookinguptales]

Hello, hi! I read your year in review post, and it inspired me to come say hello. I fell off Tumblr a few years ago and have tentatively crawled back over the last few months (honestly, it was the Goncharov craze that got me nostalgic for Tumblr again - I love Tumblr memes). I was really happy to see that you were active here and still writing fic for a new fandom that I also love!

I wanted to let you know that I'm a huge fan of your work and still am even after all these years! Your writing is so thoughtful and detailed, with a warmth and sincerity that makes it far too easy to consume a lot all at once, like a big mug of hot chocolate that you finish too quickly. Not just your creative writing, but your nonfiction blogging on fandom and health accessibility and travel too! I still go back and re-read some of my favorite fics you wrote when I'm feeling the itch to indulge in an old fandom! I had a big Muppet deep dive because I loved your fic so much, and now I go to work every day at a desk covered in Kermit stickers!

And I should have told you all of this a while ago. I regretted not reaching out for a long time. But now I have! And I hope you're okay with me being all mushy and earnest (how cringe!) out here in the open. If you don't want to post a response, I'm fine with that. I'm happy to just say hi, and I hope that my message brings you some joy/pride/whatever you need right now. Wishing you Merry Holidays and a Happy New Year!

Sorry for the delay! Life has kind of been a lot lately!

This is very sweet to hear, especially because... yeah, things have been a lot, and I've been struggling with feeling really down on myself. So thank you. Hearing that my fic feels like that makes me really happy. ;;

My dad literally just emailed me about a Bunsen & Beaker ornament set he found, so clearly I'm still into them. (I... bought it, too. haha. This is not even my only Bunsen & Beaker ornament.) The Muppets are a real comfort canon for me, so I'm really happy that I was able to share some of that with you.

Honestly, there's something that feels very... idk, genuine about writing and posting fanfic for me. I think fiction only works if you really give yourself over to it, whether that's getting really engrossed in the emotions of fictional characters as the writer or as the person reading it. I don't think it's cringe to be earnest about your feelings. What's the point, really, in being anything but earnest about them? I think it's nice to be able to be genuine about these things. So thank you for being genuine with me. I know that can feel a little vulnerable sometimes.

As for your second ask, which I also saw, anyone is free to DM me whenever they want. I'm not always... super great at responding promptly, especially right now. But yeah, we may not be friends yet, but talking is the only way to get closer. :)

(And you'll have to tell me what the new fandom we share is!)

[cjsinkythoughts]

The Conversation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 7661 (Don’t come at me - you guys asked for it)

Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Cursing, Fluff, Feelings, I Dunno What Else, This One’s Pretty Chill, Except The Ending, But You’ll See When You Get There

A/N: Here it is! I was hesitant about posting it because that means we’re getting closer to the end and I’m such a nostalgic bitch! I’m definitely gonna cry next week when the last episode comes out! Anyways, I’ve got a few things to talk about:

I think this is one of the most important chapters I’ve written and I’m excited to see your reactions to it. It is longer, but you guys asked for that, so you got it! Also, I’m loving the Asks, Comments, and Reblogs. I try to respond to all of them. I have work in a little bit, so I won’t be able to until after, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Ask me anything; about my series, the show, any of the movies, personal stuff, I really don’t care. If you’re not comfortable, that’s totally fine! Every like means so much to me!

I know it’s not the end yet - we’ve got one more episode and a list of One Shots to get through - but there’s a definite feeling of this series coming to an end, and I just want to thank you all for the support and love you’ve been giving it! I’ve really enjoyed writing these characters and this story! It’s very, very special to me and I’m glad I’ve been able to share it with you lovely people!

On that note, be kind to yourselves and others! Thank you again for reading! Excuse any mistakes - this isn’t beta’d! Enjoy and stay tuned!

FATWS Masterlist

cjsinkythoughts Masterlist

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT! (Sorry for the gifs I just love them so much and he’s so pretty and this part is technically two parts so...you get four!)

“Louisiana.” Bucky hummed, looking around the airport.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna find anything interesting about Louisiana in here, doofus. Let’s call an Uber.”

“An Ooper? What the hell is an Ooper?”

You giggled, shaking your head and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the luggage carousel. “Uber. It’s like…a taxi service. But there’s an app on your phone to get a driver instead of waiting for one on the street.”

“Oh.” He blinked, tilting his head. “That’s…helpful.”

You laughed again, stopping in front of Carousel 3, where your flight from New York was assigned. You went back to New York to grab a bag with clean clothes and other necessities, along with taking a real shower for once. It was nice to be back in the States, as much as you loved traveling. It’d been a crazy few weeks and you were ready to just relax.

“Do you think there were any problems with Sammy’s present?”

Bucky shook his head. “Nah. Especially considering they know who we are.”

You snickered at his slight grumble. They had had…problems at the other two airports - first the one in Sokovia then JFK in New York - considering Bucky’s entire arm was metal. It’d taken a full hour before they actually let you go, and by that time they had to give you a new plane because yours had left.

“Seriously. Who else has a fucking metal arm and has 1917 listed as their birth year on their Driver’s License?” You giggled again. That was also true. They thought he was messing with them. It wasn’t until you stepped in a few minutes after they asked Bucky to step to the side, seeing Bucky get frustrated, that they realized Bucky wasn’t pulling their legs.

“Well, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

He nodded in agreement, watching for your bags, his hand finding yours when he realized how many people there were. “Do you know where he lives? I didn’t even think about it.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. He invited me over once. I declined, but I saved the address.”

“He…invited you over?” Bucky frowned.

You gave him a look. “I’m sure he invited you, too. You just never checked his texts.”

He licked his lips, tilting his head. “Yeah, no, I know, but I mean…why didn’t you go? Weren’t you two just talking about how you wanted to meet his nephews the other day?”

“Yeah, but I had gotten a tip on Wanda at the time and I didn’t want to miss the chance that she was there. He told me it was fine. I still felt really bad. I could tell he was a bit disappointed. I think it was one of the boys’ birthdays. Or something. I don’t remember. Is that bad? Yeah, probably. I really should remember. Maybe I should keep track of birthdays on my calendar or something.”

“Doll.” You looked up to find him giving you a magnificent smile, teeth and all. “You’re rambling.”

“Oh. Am I? Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

He shook his head quickly, squeezing your hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute. I’m just not used to you talking so much. You kinda did on the phone sometimes.”

You shrugged, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck at his words. “I rambled a lot to Steve.”

“Oh.”

His face fell, making you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, nudging him slightly to grin at him. “It’s nice to have someone to ramble to again, though.” There was that smile again. You were stopped from saying anything more when you noticed some kids pointing and chattering excitedly at a gleaming silver box coming around the corner on the conveyor belt. “There it is.”

He looked over his shoulder, dropping your hand and stepping over to grab it, lifting it effortlessly. You didn’t know what was in it or how heavy it was, but you were sure it felt like a feather to him.

“Alright. Got our bag, sweetheart?” You lifted up the duffle in answer and he jerked his head towards the doors. “Let’s get outta here, then. Call that Booper or whatever.”

“U-B-E-R! Ub-er!” You threw your hands up, following him as he started walking towards the exit. “What’s so hard about it?!”

He just gave you a little smirk over his shoulder.

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

Bucky kept asking the Uber driver questions about his job. The guy was super nice and patient the whole time, a thick southern accent lacing his answers. Southern hospitality was no joke and apparently had no limit as Bucky asked about his experiences, listening intently and telling him his own stories of taxi drivers in NYC.

When you got to Sam’s sister’s house, Bucky, being Bucky, tipped the driver half of what you paid for the ride, thanking him for his time and energy, before getting out.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You teased him as you stepped up the porch stairs and knocked on the door.

He rolled his eyes, a tint of pink dusting across his cheeks. “He was nice.”

You hummed at his defense, the smile never leaving your features. After a moment, Bucky raised his fist to knock again. “Jesus Christ! Don’t fucking knock their door down!” You grabbed his wrist and lowered it.

“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” Bucky informed you absentmindedly,  tilting his head to peek in the window. “I don’t think anyone’s home.”

“They’re probably at the docks, then.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “The docks?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you. “Yeah. They have a boat, remember? He talked about it last week.”

“Oh right. The one he’s trying to convince his sister not to sell.”

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way. I don’t know how far, but we can call the Uber back-”

Bucky scrunched up his face and shook his head. “Nah. I don’t wanna bother him again. We can walk.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “It’s literally his job to drive people around.”

“Well, yeah, but what if he’s got other people to drive?”

You lifted his metal knuckles to your lips. “Trust me, Buck, I’m sure he’d rather drive you than anyone else.”

“Thank you?”

Swinging your now linked hands, you gave a firm nod, letting him know it was, in fact, a compliment. “You are so very welcome.”

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it was, and you ended up on Bucky’s back after he kept complaining about how you “shouldn’t be walking this long” and you were “injured” and you “needed rest’”. You’re not sure how a shoulder wound affected your ability to walk, but you relented and let him carry you the rest of the way to stop his whining.

“You forget, you did pull your thigh.”

“That was, like, three weeks ago! Yeesh!”

You finally got to the docks, which were bustling with people. Bucky set you down and raised an eyebrow which you shrugged in reply to, before heading over to where you spotted Sam with a few other older men.

“How do we get it off the truck?” You heard Sam ask, pointing to a large boat engine part in the bed of a beaten up truck. Scoffing as Bucky lifted it up without breaking a sweat, you leaned against the truck. Bucky grunted and set it down, looking at Sam.

“You’re welcome.” What a punk. “Just dropping this off.” Bucky lifted the case and set it where the engine was previously, Sam coming to stand on the opposite side of the truck as you. “You can sign for it and I’ll go.” You snorted, shaking your head, making Bucky shove your shoulder - the uninjured one - playfully. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”

Sam looked at you curiously. You shrugged and shook your head. “Don’t look at me, Sammy. He wouldn’t tell me what it is. He’s all hushy hushy about it until you say so.”

Before Sam could reply, there was a squeak and hissing over at the boat where steam was coming from a few pipes.

“Sam!” You knew that was Sarah from pictures Sam showed you. You stayed up by the truck, pulling yourself onto the bed while Sam tried fixing the pipe, Bucky butting in to show him how to do it properly.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

You saw Bucky lift up said metallic limb. “Well…I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m-I’m right handed.” Letting out a laugh, Bucky turned around and scowled teasingly at you. “And what’re you laughing at?!”

“Nothing!”

“Well then get your ass over here!”

You rolled your eyes, hopping down from the truck as Bucky asked if Sam wanted help with the boat. You leaned against a wooden post, grinning when Sam looked at you.

“I don’t have any plans.”

Sam gave a small smile, jerking his head back. “Yeah.”

You jumped down onto the boat to follow him, looking over your shoulder and stopping with an amused eyebrow raised as Bucky introduced himself to Sarah. “I’m Bucky.”

“Ah…Sarah.”

“Sarah.” Bucky repeated her name, before walking towards you, a grin still on his lips.

“Careful, Barnes. That playboy Steve warned me about is coming out.” You nudged him with a smirk, ignoring the feeling of your stomach dropping.

He rolled his eyes, kissing your head as he passed you and Sam to go where Sam was gesturing. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re still my doll.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, falling into step besides you and lowering his voice. “Conversation?”

“Hasn’t happened.” You informed him through clenched teeth as he groaned.

Sam gave you a list of chores that needed to be done to clean up the boat, giving you a quick tour and letting you know where all the tools needed where. You set to work immediately.

Sanding down, replacing old parts, cleaning, polishing and painting over the things that didn’t need replacing. They didn’t let you do any heavy lifting because of your stupid shoulder, but you were still able to help.

Sam had turned on some music for you to listen to, so you danced around the boat while cleaning. Turning your head when you felt a pair of eyes on you, you smiled when Bucky snapped his head back down to the wood he was sanding down.

“Gonna dance, Barnes?”

He looked back over, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m good watching you.”

Rolling your eyes, you got back to work, continuing to bop to the music, fully aware that he was watching you now.

A little while later, you were repainting the edges of the boat orange, when you looked over and noticed Bucky playing around with a paint scraper…sitting right on the edge that you had just finished repainting a few minutes ago.

“Buck!”

He looked over, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your mischievous grin. Shaking your head, you waved dismissively. “Never mind!”

He gave you a confused sort of pout, before shrugging and continuing to fidget with the tool. It wasn’t until later when he got up to help Sam tear the metal plating off the edge that it came to light with Sam chuckling and raising an eyebrow.

“Sit in something there, Barnes?”

“What?”

Bucky craned his neck back, eyes widening when he saw the orange paint on his ass, contrasting with his jeans. You let out a cackle and he whipped towards you, pointing at you accusingly, although the small uptick of his lips let you know he wasn’t really mad.

“Y/N!”

“No, no, no!” You laughed, sprinting across the deck, shrieking when he grabbed your waist and spun you around. You gasped when he grabbed a paint brush and painted an orange stripe right down the front of your shirt. “James!”

“Justice, sweetheart.” He breathed in your ear with a chuckle.

You shook your head, wiggling out of his hold. “This is a nice shirt!”

“You should’ve thought about that before.” He smirked, crossing his arms. Your eyes caught sight of Sam behind him, who raised an eyebrow and the bucket of paint he was holding. You nodded with a little giggle, making Bucky’s eyes narrow. “What’s so funny over there, do - holy shit!

You guffawed as orange paint dripped down his head, Sam standing innocently behind him with the now empty bucket behind his back. “Samuel!”

“Oops?”

“I’m gonna kill you!”

“Try me old man!”

“Fuck!

“Doll!”

“Oh my God!”

Paint, orange and white since those were the only cans they had out, flew across the deck, paint brushes being used like fencing swords.

You found out too late that wet paint was a little bit slippery and you slid on a huge puddle, sending you, not onto the ground below, but over the side of the edge into the water. 

“Doll!”

“Cher, you good?!” 

The three of you looked at each other, stunned for a moment, before bursting into fits of laughter and you nodded. “I’m good!”

The boys helped you get back up onto the dock, Sarah appearing with towels she conjured up out of thin air. “Let’s get you into dry clothes. Do you have-?”

“We’ve got some. We got a bag.” You told her with a grin, facing the guys. “You two should clean up some, too. Sammy, you’ve got a little something right there.” You pointed to your cheek, his own having a giant white splotch from his temple to his jaw. “And Buck?” You sniggered, gesturing to the whole of him. “You’ve got a lotta something right there.” 

“Ha. Ha.” He looked down. His top was practically tiger print, drenched in orange with white here and there, and his ass still orange as well. His hair, which had been plastered to his forehead, was starting to dry now, and it only made you laugh some more thinking about what a pain it’d be to get it out. For him, at least.

“God. Can’t even have a relaxing day on the boat with you two.” Sam jested once you finished up and joined him and Bucky, who had just finished dumping out some water buckets. Bucky had changed his shirt and it looked like they tried wiping their faces, but Sam still had small lines of white down his face. “How ‘bout a couple of drinks? Surely you can’t ruin that too.”

“Ruin?” You gasped in mock offence. “Sammy! I just made the day more…interesting.”

Sam chuckled, ruffling Bucky’s hair, which still had orange streaks in it. “Let’s go get some beers.”

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

You chatted for a bit, mainly you and Sam with you asking how Sarah and the boys were while Bucky with your legs in his lap, just listening to you two and sipping at his bottle. You had his hand in your own lap, wiping it down with a rag due to the paint that got on it.

“You’re lucky this is vibranium, you know.” You commented off handedly. “If it was your other one, it’d definitely get stained.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Bucky shot back with a teasing grin.

“Sammy’s.”

Sam spluttered. “Wh-what?! You started it!” You laughed, shaking your head.

Falling into a comfortable silence with just the water and birds chirping as your soundtrack, you downed the rest of your drink, which Bucky took as finished. “Well,” you moved your legs to let him stand up. He leaned forwards to clink his bottle against Sam’s and you stood up and stretched. “Gotta catch our flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night.” Sam gave you a look to which you rolled your eyes at as Bucky set down his bottle and grabbed his jacket. “Crash, you know?”

“So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

“Just stay here.” You laughed as Sam babbled on about how nice the people were here, grabbing the jacket Bucky handed to you. It was getting a bit chilly from the breeze on the water and the sun going down. Plus, that water was cold.

“But don’t flirt with my sister.”

You cackled at Bucky’s face, that turned serious, his head shaking. “No.”

“‘Cause if you do I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.”

“Can’t hold back the dog, Wilson. It’s been stuck in a kennel too long.”

Bucky turned to you, grabbing your jaw and squishing your cheeks together. “You know what? You need to shush. You’ve been snippy all day.”

You just smiled as innocently as you could with your lips being held by his metal fingers. “You’re too fun to mess with.”

He pecked your nose. “As long as I’m the only one you’re messing with. I’ll be right back.” He let you go and spun around, maneuvering around the boat in a way only a trained assassin could do.

“Oh my God, please! Please just put me out of my fucking misery! You’re killing me, cher.”

“What?” You gaped at him.

“Don’t act innocent!” Sam huffed, giving you a pointed look. “If I have to watch you two make googly eyes at you one more fucking day with neither of you doing anything about it-”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on, Sammy-”

“Don’t ‘come on, Sammy’ me! And don’t come at me with that ‘he doesn’t like me back’ bullshit. If you think for a second that boy wouldn’t follow you to the depths of the fucking ocean, you’re blind as a bat, woman.”

You shrugged, pushing up the sleeves of Bucky’s too big jacket. “It just…hasn’t come up.”

He deadpanned, shaking his head and standing up. “That’s it. I’m done. You two are driving me insane. I’m gonna lock you in a room until you have the conversation that needs to be had the next time either of you does something stupid.”

“Yikes. That’s gonna be quick.” At his look, your smile dropped and you nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll…I’ll bring it up later.”

“Tomorrow or nothing.”

“Sam-”

Sam tilted his head, brow creasing. “Is it still Steve? Is that what this is still about? Because he’s gone, and he’s been gone and you need to get over it-”

“No. It’s not…” You sighed. “It clicked the other day. When we were hanging out. Steve left and, yeah, I might always love him, but Bucky…God…I love Bucky, Sam.”

The man grinned proudly. “I’m glad to finally hear you admit it. So what’s the problem?”

“It’s still complicated, right? I mean…he’s his best friend and I’ve never dealt with stuff like this before and-”

Sam’s smile dropped and he groaned again. “Imma head out. I can’t take this. Dumbass and dumberass. I swear to God.” You sniggered a bit as he grumbled, walking towards the ramp to climb off the boat, just as Bucky reappeared.

“Hey-”

“Nope! Not right now, Barnes! I can’t handle it! I can’t!”

Bucky gave you a weird look. “What’d you do?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

“Well, c’mon, doll. Sarah said she’s gonna make gumbo for us, whatever that is.” He held out his hand as you walked over. 

“You’re such a city boy.” You teased lightly, taking his hand and letting him help you pull you onto the dock. You shoved the sleeves of his jackets up again since they slipped from the first time. “Let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving.”

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

“We have the couch and a mattress we can pull out, I just have to make Sam get it from the attic-”

“That’s alright. The couch is fine.” Bucky waved dismissively while you nodded in agreement.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at you two. “For both of you?”

You blinked, exchanging a look with Bucky, before shrugging and turning back to her. “Yeah.”

“Don’t fight it, Sarah.” Sam peeked out from the hall. “They’ve got a weird relationship.” You stuck your tongue out at the man while Bucky rolled his eyes, dropping your duffle bag by the couch. “How mature, Y/N.” Sam mimicked your action.

“Uhm…okay. Let me set up the couch for you then.”

Once everything was set up, you and Bucky thanking her for dinner - delicious and you’d never seen Bucky smile so much, the boys having kept him highly entertained throughout the meal - and for letting you crash, Sam and Sarah headed to their rooms, the boys already having been tucked in for the night.

“Are you gonna sleep on the floor?” You asked quietly, sitting down on the couch and doing the things for your night routine you didn’t already do in the bathroom.

“I think I’ll be okay.” He sat besides you. “I’ve been doing fine the past week or so.”

You smiled at him. “That’s good. Alright.” You stood up and stretched. “Let me just make sure everything’s in the bag and ready-”

You yelped when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest, shifting down to lay against the couch’s arm. “Do it in the morning.” He yawned, looking up at you tiredly. “I wanna go to sleep.”

“Then go to sleep, Buck. I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, his hold tightening as he sunk deeper into the couch.

“No. I fall asleep better with you.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned, settling down with your legs between his, your chin resting on his sternum so you could still look at him. He beamed, but you could see the exhaustion settling in, and he grabbed the blanket Sarah left over the back of the couch and draped it across your back, over both of your legs, before his arms crossed snugly under the covers at the small of your back.

“Dinner was nice tonight. I haven’t had a meal cooked like that in ages.” You hummed.

He nodded in agreement. “I think that’s the first time I’ve sat around a table with a family since the 40′s.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah...kinda makes me wish I had my own.”

“Your own what?”

“Family.”

You bit your lip, shyly avoiding his gaze. “You’re my family, Buck.”

A light kiss was pressed to your forehead, his fingers bringing your gaze back to his. “There’s no one else I’d rather have.” The room lapsed into silence again, the clock ticking on the wall, the low sound of crickets outside.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You mumbled, tilting your head slightly as you studied them. They always held so much emotion in them, especially in contrast to when you first met him as Soldat. They matched the water you fell in, and you wouldn’t mind falling over and over into them.

“Yeah, well, you’re just really pretty inside and out, so I think you’ve got me beat, doll.” He whispered back.

“You know who else is pretty? Sarah.”

He nodded with a hum. “That’s true. But I meant what I said. You’ll always be my doll.”

“So you’re not gonna ask her out?”

He gave you a weird look as you traced his sharp jawline absentmindedly. “Nah, sweetheart. It’s just…some harmless flirting. Except on Sam’s part.”

You gave a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah…he’s gonna strangle you. It is nice to see you like that, though. Flirty. Relaxed. Happy.”

“You make me happy, sweetheart.” He hummed, nosing your temple. “The road trip helped. I’m learning everything from you. Maybe not the flirting, but the carefree part.”

You blinked at him, finger stopping for a moment as you thought. “Oh…”

You felt his fingers dance up your spine, making you shiver slightly. “What I would give to know what’s goin’ on inside that pretty lil’ head’a yours, doll.”

“I just think it’s funny you’re learning how to be carefree from me…when I just started learning how to do it myself.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, your finger continuing its path down his jaw. “I think it started with the goats.”

“The goats?”

You nodded again, resting your cheek on his chest, watching your finger move up from his chin. Once you got to the end of his jaw, you lightly scratched his scruff. “In Wakanda. Our goats.” You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the way he physically melted at your words, his eyes going soft, his lips turning up slightly.

“Our goats, huh?”

But your tired brain wasn’t really processing what he said, instead focusing on the features your finger was now tracing - over his lips, up his nose. “You’re pretty too, Buck. Did you know that? Inside and out.”

He craned his neck to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, cuddle bug.”

Nodding, you nuzzled into his chest, finger feeling over the bumps and indents on the dog tags resting near your head. You tried going to sleep, but you kept shifting, your mind not shutting off.

“Hey, sleepyhead, I’m trying to, you know, sleep.”

“Sorry.” You apologized meekly. “I just…I dunno. I can’t.”

“Are you comfortable?” He peeked open and eye to look at you questioningly. You nodded. “Is it too hot? We can take the blanket off. I know I’m a walking furnace-”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know why. I just can’t sleep.”

He licked his lips thoughtfully, before cradling your head and guiding you back down to his chest. “Lay down, sweetheart. Relax.” He stroked your hair, moving his head down to rub circles in your back muscles, pressing down harder when he felt knots. 

You hummed, your eyes closing. “That feels good.”

“Shshsh. Just go to sleep.” His lips pressed against your head once more, lingering a bit longer than they usually do, as you felt yourself drift off. You cuddled his side, throwing a leg over his waist, before nodding off, only barely hearing his words. “Attagirl. There we are.”

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

“Doll?” You felt a shift underneath you and groaned, your eyes barely cracking open. “Hey, sleepyhead…it’s okay. I’m just gonna slip out from under ya, alright? Gonna go help Sammy with somethin’.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting him move you against the cushions as he sat up on the edge of the couch. “Sammy?”

“Yeah.” He bent over and kissed your cheek. You stretched out your limbs, about to rub your eyes, when he stopped you, kissing the inside of your wrists. “No. Not you, doll. Go back to sleep.” 

“Bu’...’m gonna help.” You slurred out, looking at him with confused, squinty eyes.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Rest. You can help when you wake up again. Okay?” You mumbled out an “okay”, bringing the covers up to your chin and snuggling deeper into the cushions. “There ya go, cuddle bug. Good girl.” There was another kiss, one to your temple this time, before you slipped back into unconsciousness.

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

The next time you woke up was because of a clatter in the kitchen. You yawned and sat up, stretching, eyebrows furrowing when you realized Bucky wasn’t with you. It took you a moment to remember your conversation, which you half thought you dreamt.

“Boys!”

“Sorry!”

You chuckled at the shouts, rubbing your eyes. “I am so sorry!” Sarah apologized, looking over at you from the stove. Trying to make the boys breakfast before school. Do you want anything? Eggs? Cereal? Toast?”

“Uh, cereal’s fine.” You stretched out your back again, before throwing back the covers and standing up, a little shakily.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Sam went, would you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I think him and Bucky went to fix something on the boat. I don’t for sure, though.”

Sarah groaned. “He probably went to fix the stupid water pump which doens’t need fixing. Dumbass.”

You chuckled, padding over into the kitchen. “Yeah. I just work with him. I can’t imagine growing up with him.”

“Trust me; some days you want to throw him in a box and send him out to sea. Bowls are in that cupboard.”

You snickered, moving over to grab a bowl from the cupboard she pointed to. “That’s how I feel with Bucky. Sam is less often, but when those two get together…it’s a full zoo.”

She laughed at that, nodding as she got out the milk and a few boxes of cereal for you to choose from, handing you a spoon. “That I believe.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You started pouring your cereal, watching in slight amusement as she got the boys ready for school. “Bus is here! Get out the door! Bye! Love you! Make sure you take those extra lunches to-!”

“Yeah, mom! We know! Love you too!”

You gave a slight smirk as she huffed, looking around the kitchen at the pans and dishes left out. “Kids, huh?”

She gave you a smile. “Yeah. They’re a handful, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. How about you? Any thoughts of kids?”

“Me?” Your eyes widened, nearly choking on your food. “Oh God no. Not right now, at least. I don’t even have a solid house right now. My life’s too off the walls for that.”

“And Bucky?”

You raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the counter. “Bucky? What about Bucky?”

“Does he want kids?”

“Uh…I dunno.” You shrugged, clearing your throat as you remembered your talk last night. “Kinda makes me wish I had my own.” You quickly pushed his words aside. “He hasn’t told me.”

“Wait, wait. You two…aren’t together then?”

You blinked, your eyes widening again. “Together? Me and Bucky? No…why? Did Sam say something?”

Her expression morphed into one of disbelief, crossing her arms. “Sam didn’t say anything. You guys did. Are you seriously expecting me to believe you aren’t together?”

“We’re not! I mean - he was flirting with you yesterday-”

“Right, okay. Honey, that’s flirting. And it’s harmless. The way he follows you like a puppy and you look at him like he hung the stars? That’s feelings. And that’s a lot more impactful than flirting.”

You frowned in contemplation. It was really that obvious? You were really that blind? This whole time? You knew Sam knew - but you just figured that’s because he’s been there since it started. And Sharon knew for the same reason. But Sarah? The woman you just met the day prior and had barely had a conversation with?

“It’s, uh…” You chewed on your cheek, swirling your cereal around. “It’s complicated.”

Sarah didn’t look impressed. “Do you like him?”

“I’m kinda in love with him-”

She shrugged, not letting you finish your bashful statement. “Then I don’t see what’s complicated about it.”

And that was that. She turned to clean up breakfast, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You thought it was more complicated than that. I mean…you were in love with your best friend. Who left you. With the guy you had feelings for who just so happened to be your best friend/crush’s best friend. And now you were completely in love with your best friend’s best friend, but your best friend still had a piece of your heart.

But…you loved Bucky. And he was here. And Steve was not. And when you put it that way…you guess it wasn’t so complicated after all.

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

You snickered as you walked up behind Sarah, the woman berating the men for not leaving the water pump along like she asked.

“Hi, Sarah.”

Sam shot Bucky a warning look, who grinned, but you were surprised to see Sarah ignore him, sending you a knowing glance instead, before turning back to Sam. “I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”

“Yep, Samuel.”

You chuckled, Bucky shooting you a wink. “Yeah, Samuel.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you, turning to Sarah. “In our defense, you were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”

You nearly facepalmed at his “defensive” and you were trying so hard to hold back laughing as she told Sam off, sending them away.

“I don’t wanna hear a peep from you.” Sam pointed at you, but that only made your chortles come out, and you didn’t even bother hiding them. “She’s a very mean person.”

“It’s tough love.”

You giggled as they started arguing, slipping an arm around their waists, their arms instinctually coming up to your shoulders.

“Oh my God. A prowess?”

“Yes, Y/N. A prowess.”

“You know, maybe if you someone let me help-”

“Hey, woah! You were tired! I let you sleep! I was being nice!”

“Too late now. I’ll be lucky if Sarah lets me within a hundred feet of it!”

“She got you so good, Sammy!”

“I agree with Buck for once! You’re too snippy right now! And c’mon man! Stop flirting with my sister!”

“It’s my natural charm.”

“Charm? What charm?”

“Ouch, doll! That one hurt!”

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

“Okay.” You stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to the couch and setting the bag down on it. “I’ve got everything packed. We’ve got a little over an hour until we need to head out which gives you two time to go set something up for Sammy and maybe even a bit or training before we leave.” 

Bucky frowned. “You’re not gonna come out?”

“I will in a bit. I just got a phone call I need to take.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Government call?”

You gave a mocking smile. “Can you guess what they want to talk about? It’s okay. I’ll survive. It’s only a phone call, so I can always hang up. Pretend I didn’t have good service. I do it all the time.”

“I’m sure you do.” Sam chuckled. “In that case, I’m gonna go grab some stuff and get the shield.” As he walked out, he made sure to mouth at you behind Bucky’s back ‘conversation’ making you swallow thickly. You were planning on talking to Bucky anyways, and with Sam’s insistence…

“Okay, so, I was thinking when we get back-”

“Can I talk to you?”

Bucky stopped digging through the bag, blinking at you in surprise at your sudden burst. “Uh…well, we already are, so yes.” He chuckled, straightening and crossing his arms.

“I wanna have the conversation.”

He was left stunned, once again, his mouth opening and closing and his weight shifting form one foot to the other. “Like…that conversation? R-right now? Are you sure?”

You winced at her nervousness. “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda…I just…I need to talk about it. Now.”

“Okay, okay. No, that’s fine. Don’t apologize. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Bucky cleared his throat. “That’s all.”

“Okay…” You breathed with a small nod. You opened your mouth, but Bucky shook his head.

“I hafta say this first; I didn’t mean to hurt you by telling you about Steve. I-I dunno what I thought. That it’d give you closure or something. I dunno. But it hurt you and I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Buck-”

“I was jealous. And guilty. And mad. And upset. I still am. Kinda. I guess. I dunno.” Bucky shook his head, running his hand through his hair and all you could do was gape at him as he started confessing to you. “Remember when we danced? In Madripoor? Doll…I don’t wanna dance ever again if it’s not with you. I fucking love you, Y/N. And not in the way we’ve said it before. I’m in love with you. I have been for-for a while now. I just - you were Steve’s. Steve loved you and you loved Steve and that was that and I was just the broken childhood best friend. But Steve left and he told me to take care of you and I didn’t know what to do with that, because you still love Steve. I think. I dunno. And I didn’t want to break what we have because you’re all I have left of him. You and that stupid shield. You’re my family. My home. I really meant it when I told you that. And that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Because it means too much for me to break what we have because I fell in love with my best friend’s girl. You know?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to understand, but your brain was still trying to process what he was telling you.

“Oh God…” He groaned. “And now I just told you everything and you’re looking at me like that wasn’t what you wanted to hear and now I’m thinking this wasn’t the conversation you were thinking it was going to be-”

You were moving across the room before you could stop yourself, pulling him by the teal Henley you knew was comfortable having worn it to bed before when you visited him in New York, and slanting your lips over his.

His breathing hitched and he froze, and for a hot second you thought you made everything worse, but then he was kissing you back and his hands were on your hips and he was pulling you closer and it felt so fucking good you didn’t want to pull back for air.

“Shut up.” You muttered when you finally did pull back, your forehead against his, your eyes clenched shut. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.” You pulled back to look up at him, chests heaving against each other, your eyes prickling. “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at opening up. I only ever was good at it with Steve but Bucky…I’ve been doing it with you. This whole time and I didn’t even realize it until the conversation in the car.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the relieved tears that were falling from the weight you were finally getting off your chest.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. How could I not be? After all that time in Wakanda? I was never Steve’s girl, Bucky. I wanted to be. Dammit, did I wanna be, but I wasn’t. Not really. And he’s gone. But you’re not. And I don’t know why it took me so long to see that. That you’re the one in front of me. You’re the one who held me when I needed it once he left. You’re the one that would listen to my rambles that I’m just realizing was most of our phone calls. You’re not just the broken childhood friend. Don’t ever think that. I don’t pick up the phone at five in the morning after searching for a friend until two for just anyone. Even Steve’s best friend. And I’m such an idiot because I’ve been pushing away my feelings all these years for Steve and then I let them out with you at the wrong time, because I love Steve, Bucky, but I’m not in love with him. Not since I fell in love with you. And I know it doesn’t make sense, but Steve was the first one I cared about and that’s just how I feel and I can try to explain, but-”

His lips crashed onto yours again and you could taste the salty tears that were pouring down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. He was holding you and he was kissing you and it was even more perfect than you thought it’d be.

“You’re adorable when you ramble, but Jesus Christ, shuddup, doll.” He breathed. “Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me just a fraction of how much I love you.”

You looked up into those ocean eyes, your own shining with earnest affection. “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you.”

“That’s all I need to know.” He murmured against your lips, holding your head against his, still wiping away your tears. It felt like with each one that fell, you felt lighter and lighter. Like they were taking away every fear and anxiety you held within you for the past six months.

“Alright! I was thinking we could just set up in these trees out here - holy shit! Is it done? Did you do it? Did I miss it? Has the conversation been had?”

Bucky chuckled as you giggled. “He has the worst timing.” The last two words were loud enough so Sam could hear, although the man heard the whole sentence. 

“I’m gonna take that as a yes!” Sam cheered. “Halle-fucking-lujah! Finally! I was that close to locking you two in the attic.”

You shook your head at Sam’s personal celebration, drowning the rest of his words out as you looked at Bucky, who swept his thumb over your cheek catching one last tear, before pecking your lips.

“I finally get to kiss where I really want to.” He spoke softly, kissing your lips again. “Are you mine, doll?”

“I thought you said I’d always be your doll.” You answered cheekily. He grinned, kissing you again, pulling you against him by the hips.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough! We get it! You’re in love, finally, but I don’t wanna see it anymore! Now will you come help me with this shit?”

Bucky left one more lingering kiss on your lips, before you pushed him away reluctantly. “I’ll be right out.”

He nodded, moving over to help Sam carry the things he’d gathered.

You watched them put it all up from the window, gnawing on your cheek as you spun your phone in your hands. Coming to a decision, you tossed your phone in the duffle bag and walked out with it just as the boys finished.

“That was a quick phone call.” Sam raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. “Didn’t call them. If they really need me, they’ll find me.”

Bucky grinned as you set the bag down under a tree, pecking your lips when you got close enough for him to grab by the waist to hold you against him. You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully away and giggling as Sam let out a groan.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, Sammy.”

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Bucky knew he needed the tough love talk Sam was giving him. He needed to hear it. Because, deep down, he had known it all along, he just refused to believe it. He tried doing it. Making amends. He knew he wasn’t though. And of course he knew immediately who that one person would be.

“And hey.” Bucky looked at him. “Let me tell you what. Telling my girl all that you told her? That’s a good start. I’m proud of you. Both of you. You’re already happier. I can see it in your eyes.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he thought of the gorgeous woman he nearly let slip through his fingers. He looked over to the house, where she was inside somewhere getting ready after suddenly deciding she needed to shower before they left. “I was stupid.”

“Yeah you were. You both were. I’m so relieved it’s over.” Sam nudged him. “Treat her right, Buck. She deserves it.”

“I know…I just hope I can.”

Sam shook his head. “Uh-uh. Don’t do that. You were just starting to use that cyborg brain of yours! She chose you. And before you say anything,” Sam cut Bucky off from speaking as he opened his mouth to object. “She chose you before Steve left. It just took her dumbass this long to realize it.”

Bucky nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah…okay…” Before he could say anything, the goddess herself stepped out, jogging over, looking absolutely amazing in her jeans and his t-shirt. “Good talk.”

Sam laughed at his quick ending of the conversation as she came up besides them. “Talking about me?” She asked cheekily, eyes shining. Bucky couldn’t help but take her under his arm, pecking her lips. Now that he could, he didn’t think he could stop. He was addicted to say the least.

Throwing Bucky a wink, Sam shrugged. “Just all the things that get on our nerves.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes. “We better get going.”

Bucky and Sam clapped hands. “You know Karli won’t quit.”

Bucky smiled. “Ah. You call us when you have a lead and we’ll be there.”

Y/N stepped forwards to give Sam a hug. “Anytime, Sammy.”

“Eh. Anytime between noon and midnight.” Bucky corrected. “Or noon and ten. Noon and five…you better just call at noon to be safe.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure.”

“Not necessarily as a team.” Bucky continued, grabbing the bag, getting Y/N back in her spot at his side under his arm.

“Nope!”

“We’re not that good.”

“Definitely not.”

“We’re professionals.”

“Definitely.”

“And, uh, we’re partners.”

Sam snapped, pointing at him. “Coworkers.”

“But we’re also a couple of guys with a couple mutual friends.”

“Ones now gone and you’re dating the other.”

“So we’re a couple of guys…with a badass to help out.”

“I can live with that.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh my God.” Y/N let out that laugh Bucky could never get enough of, shaking her head at the two of them. “You forgot dumbasses.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That’s your couple name.”

“Dumbasses?”

“Oh yeah.” The three of them came to a stop, Bucky and his girl - God he loved confirming it now - facing Sam. “Thanks for the help, guys. Meant a lot.”

Bucky patted his shoulder. “Of course.”

Y/N shot him a wink. “Until we meet again, Sammy.”

“Until then, cher.”

Bucky couldn’t stop his grin as she wrapped her arms around his waist, the two of them starting to walk to the main road where she already ordered an Uber. He looked down at her, kissing her lips for the nth time in the past hour.

“I wish I didn’t wait so long,” he told her seriously. “But I’d wait a thousands more centuries if it meant I get to call you mine.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re such a sap! But…” she moved up to kiss him and his heart stuttered. He knew he had a goofy grin on when she pulled back, but he couldn’t help it. Especially when she laughed again. “I have to agree with you on that, Buckaroo.”

[ichorai]

duck curtains ; k.hj

requested by @peperooniiii (35 + roommates au) for my milestone celebration !!

pairing ; roommate!hongjoong x reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; the shower wasn't really the best place to hold conversations, but the both of you did it anyways.

themes ; fluff, angst, f2l, roommates au

words ; 2.8k

warnings / includes ; cursing, shrek references KJKWJKJSDF, one joke about serial killers/death in horror movies, hongjoong being #lovesick someone pls help him, conversations in the bathroom bcs why not, duck curtain hate :( WJSHJDJ

masterlist.

One of your favorite things about Hongjoong was his ability to shrug things off. It’s what made him an amazing roommate, after all. You ate all the cereal? No biggie, he’ll just run to the store and buy a new one (maybe a brand you don’t like so you won’t eat it all this time). You accidentally fall asleep on the couch? It’s fine, he’ll just throw you a blanket and a pillow and deal with your complaints of neck pains the next morning. You walk into the bathroom while he’s taking a shower? A little weird if he had to admit, but Hongjoong couldn’t find it in himself to be too upset; not when there were soap bubbles lathered into his hair dangerously close to his eyes.

The gentle song of the shower running accompanied by your roommate’s mindless hums filled the bathroom with a nostalgic melody you wished to permanently etch into your eardrums. You couldn’t see him, no, his form was obstructed from your view by the rubber ducky curtains the both of you had picked out at IKEA. To be honest, you weren’t quite a fan of the bright little duckies, but the genuine smile that painted its grace across Hongjoong’s lips that day changed your mind far too quickly for your liking.

A translucent white mist of steam seeped from the shower and crawled through the rest of the enclosed space. Heat immediately blossomed against your skin, kissing your exposed flesh with warm moisture. You were glad you wore nothing but a thin shirt and shorts before coming in.

“This couldn’t wait until after I finished?” Hongjoong called out past the steady stream of the showerhead.

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you shook your head and whistled out, “Nope!” You made sure to pop the p for emphasis. “I just needed to let you know that I won’t be sleeping here tonight. I‘m staying over at San’s.”

“Oh,” he said, barely audible over the water pelting his head. “Why?”

“He just broke up with his boyfriend,” came your reply. Hongjoong turned the taps off at the speed of lightning, grappling for his towel just past the curtains and wrapping it loosely around his waist. The duckie curtains parted way to reveal your roommate sopping wet, with still the tiniest bit of soap dotting his peach-hued locks. “I don’t want him to be alone, you know?”

The reply he supplied you with came out a little more grittier than intended. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s San. He’ll bounce back.”

There was little else to say to that, so you observed him with a pointed gaze (which he far-too-obviously avoided), before turning on your heel and striding out of the bathroom with not even a goodbye on your tongue.

The second time you came into the bathroom while he was showering, there were tears in your eyes. Of course, Hongjoong didn’t know that. To be fair, there were tears in his eyes, too. Damned shampoo got into his lashes again.

You, however, were crying for a different reason.

“Hongjoong,” you said, all fragmented and hollow. It just about shattered him, hearing you on the opposite side of the duck curtain, so close but so far.

“Y/N?” Hongjoong queried, shock lacing his tone. The two of you haven’t really been speaking much since the last time you barged in on him showering. “Is something wrong?”

It took you a moment to properly respond. When you did, you still somehow messed it up by sputtering out a meek, “No.” After two more beats of silence, you added on quietly, “Yes.”

The shower slowed down to a pattering drip. Hongjoong’s nail-polished hands stuck out to grab his towel once again, just like last time. When he pushed past the curtains and stepped out, however, there was no soap clinging to his soaked clementine hair. There was no frigid stiffness to the atmosphere, nor were you running off to another man’s home.

You were here, in the flesh, in front of him.

And you were crying.

Hongjoong wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“What’s wrong?” His tone couldn’t possibly get any softer. For you, only for you, he saved this voice.

“I got laid off.”

Something inside him crumbled. You loved your job; he’s never seen anybody love doing something more than you did. “I’m so sorry.”

“If,” you paused to hiccup, “you need me to pack up, I’ll be out of the way by tomorrow.”

Terror clutched at his ribs, a sickly molasses churning at his insides. “No, no, what? What’s going on? Why would I need you to pack up?”

The way you blinked at him startled his entire being, confused, saltified emotions lacing your lower lids like snow a winter tree branch. Hongjoong sucked in a breath, stepping forward to press his palms into your shoulders, hoping it would come off as a somewhat comforting gesture.

“Well, you know my money situation.” Your roommate’s gaze grew hard. “Now that I’m out of a job, I just thought… you know… you’d want to find someone else who could actually pay rent.”

No, why would he want that? He wanted you, only you.

“I can take care of the money for now.” The fabric of your shirt creased beneath his grip. You frowned at him, but he continued on, “I’m not heartless enough to kick you out onto the curb, alright? Stay here. We’ll figure it out together.”

You sniffled a pathetically quiet sound. It was then Hongjoong realized he’d pull at stars for you, rope the moon down for you, anything, just to keep you from crying again. It was a heavy cognizance to suddenly land on his still-damp shoulders.

Falling in love was something Hongjoong imagined would happen slowly. Sweet and delicate, unraveling slow and gentle, nimble fingers tugging at the ribbons encasing his heart.

No, this was something entirely different.

It felt like the entire floor was shaking (come to think of it, those might’ve just been his legs), the walls were crashing down, and the glass of the mirror shattered into a million glinting shards. None of that happened, of course, but it felt like it. Everything was so sudden, so unsure, so terrifyingly unfamiliar.

He didn’t know love could feel like everything was caving in.

“I’m…” Your pretty eyes searched through his. He averted his gaze. This was his roommate, for fucks sake! “I’m gonna go put some clothes on. We can watch a movie or something, yeah? How does Chinese takeout sound?”

The moment a smile curled the corner of your lips upwards, Hongjoong knew he was a goner. Totally and utterly fucked.

How the turn tables, Hongjoong mused as he slid into the bathroom. This is it. He was going to tell you. No turning back now.

God damn it, Hongjoong really wanted to turn back, though. The nerves were singing away his insides. Was he really going to do this? Jeopardize the perfectly safe relationship he had with you now? What if he ruins things between the two of you forever?

No, no, you deserved to know. He never liked keeping secrets from you. Now, don’t get him wrong, Hongjoong was wicked good at lying; blessed by the hands of the devil himself. But, no, he could never even think about lying to you. Why would he lie to you, after all? You made it so he never really had to.

But, oh, did Hongjoong want to back out of this. This is a bad idea, he mentally lamented, pulling a palm over his weary face.

Before he could think to turn around and march straight out, your voice had him freezing on the spot.

“Who’s there?” you asked, slightly muffled by the duck curtains.

“If we were in a horror movie, you’d be so dead,” Hongjoong chuckled. “You really think a serial killer would tell you who they were right before murdering you in the shower?”

A snort escaped you as you lathered soap onto your skin, working away at the tensed muscles. “Well, some people are considerate, unlike you.”

“Flattering that you think a serial killer would be nicer than me. Truly, I’m honored,” came his dry reply. The saccharine tinkling of your laughter echoed about the bathroom, and Hongjoong could feel his heart shatter into fine powder, dripping through his ribcage and spilling all over the pristine white tiles.

He was so utterly in love with you that he was making a mess of himself. Pathetic, right?

“What’s up, Joong?” Your query snapped him out of his reverie, and he had to physically shake his head to get his mind screwed on properly. “Did you lose your job, too?”

A dry chuckle tumbled past his lips at your joke.

“I, uh, I need to tell you something.”

“Sounds juicy,” you hummed, “go on.”

There was a lump in his throat that just couldn’t seem to go away. It was as if the universe was telling him to stop, run away, never tell his roommate that he was in love with them.

Feelings were a curse, and he was the ogre princess. Yes, his brain just made a Shrek reference. He’s stressed, alright? Love was like onions, you had to peel一oh damn it, he couldn’t stall anymore!

“I think I’m in love with you.”

The silence was deafening. His heart thundered in his chest, a mantra of regret, regret, regret. It was slow, oh so mortifyingly slow, how you twisted the warm metal handles and the water gradually slackened down to a mere drizzle. Every drip felt like a slap to the face, because each water droplet indicated another second that you were pondering over his confession; most likely stewing through a way to gently let him down.

Maybe Hongjoong should just pack his stuff up and leave; that would probably save him from further embarrassment.

“Could you…” As you spoke, all delicate and… was that amusement threading your words? Your roommate prepared himself to pick up the pieces of his dusty old heart off the bathroom floor. “Could you maybe tell me that while I’m not showering?”

Oh.

Mentally kicking himself, he managed to choke out a meek, “Yeah, of course.” Your roommate shuffled out of the bathroom with a metaphorical tail tucked between his legs, shutting the door behind him as quietly as humanly possible.

Piteous was the best word to describe Hongjoong right about now. He sank into the couch just down the hall from the bathroom, sinking his face into a cushion to muffle his groans. God, he was such a fucking idiot. He shouldn’t have said anything. Keeping his mouth shut never hurt anybody.

If he had the will to cry, he would. That was rejection, right? Was he just rejected? Hongjoong really couldn’t tell and it was driving him insane.

It felt like hours later that you pattered out of the bathroom, hair damp and a loose grin tugging at your lips. You were wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt that sunk all the way down to your knees. He couldn’t quite tell if it was his or yours; your laundry always ended up crossing paths eventually. Much to his dismay, he found himself wondering if you smelled like your coconut body wash, or if you had stolen his shampoo like you always did, a scent of mint and berries wafting from your still-drenched hair.

Even after being discarded like yesterday’s dinner, Hongjoong still found you beautiful.

Wait… why were you smiling?

“Hi,” you whispered while taking a seat beside him, a small thing that had a chill spidering through his veins. A gulp forced its way down his throat when you lifted your hands and walked your fingers along his arm, setting a lighthearted tone for a very serious conversation. “You okay?”

With lids blown apart, Hongjoong could only nod silently. He was afraid that if he cracked his lips open, another Shrek reference would come spilling past his lips.

“You wanna,” you gestured vaguely with your free hand, feather-mirth painting itself golden across your visage, “tell me what you said in the bathroom again?”

It felt as if his heart was attempting to break out of its confines, pounding at his chest at an alarming rate. “Uhm, no.”

An eyebrow arched into the air at his response. “No?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Rouge colorized your roommate’s cheeks, a vivid color that you often found admiring in the sunset.

“How could it be, when I feel the exact same way and I’m as easy as a daisy?”

Hongjoong could swear, right then and there, that all the dusty remnants of the organ behind his ribcage were doused in gasoline and lit on fire.

“What?” he spluttered, blinking at you as if you were a hallucination and he was a mad man.

The faintest of grazes of your fingers against the side of his face conjured crackles of electricity beneath his skin, a certain fondness lurking beneath the depths of your searching irises. Hongjoong was… confused, to say the least. “Well, if you’re not going to say it again, I guess I’ll have to. I know I’m in love with you.”

His voice broke, but he couldn’t quite find it in himself to care. “You are?”

If you smiled that damned smile of yours one more time, Hongjoong was ninety-nine percent sure he was going to combust into flames. A laugh rumbled from his stomach, a deep, hearty one that only you could make him emit.

“I am.”

He was so in love with you, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

“So am I.”

“I know, Hongjoong,” you scoffed, voice lacking any bite.

With that, your knuckles slid from his cheekbone to his chin, tugging him slow, but firm. The closer he grew to you, the stronger your scent grew, fresh and so addictive, Hongjoong wished that he could bottle the aroma and keep it as his own. You made the first move, dipping forward boldly. The two of you kissed the smiles off of each other’s faces, albeit awkward at first, diving back for more every time you broke away for much-needed air, foolish grins permanently etched into both of your lips. You were intoxicating, like a taste of poison in promise of immunity, like iced water for the parched, like… like the swamp and Shrek. Oh, god damn it, not the Shrek references again!

“You’re shaking,” you mumbled against his lips.

“‘M nervous.”

“Because I love you?” The way you tilted your head and brushed your nose against his made him completely forget where he was, what day of the week it was, what he was going to order for dinner. All of that, straight out the window, because the only thing that mattered right now was you.

During the lip-to-lip exchange, Hongjoong hadn’t even realized that his hands found purchase on your waist, the fabric of your (his) slightly damp shirt smooth beneath his palm. “Because I wasn’t expecting this to happen so quickly.”

“We can take it slow. Baby steps, yeah?” you murmured in a honey-tone, running your fingers through his tangerine strands, marveling at how the color’s still as vibrant as it was the first day, despite you helping him dye it over a week ago. The memory brought a nostalgic beam to your face; Hongjoong just couldn’t stop squirming and ended up getting orange stains all over the both of you. “How about we start by changing those duck curtains, hm?”

Your roommate reared away from you, a gasp of mock-offense bubbling in his throat. “What does this have anything to do with the duck curtains?”

“They’re really ugly,” you said, holding back a smile.

“They are not!” He protested, but was quick to backtrack at your narrowed stare. “Okay, fine, they are. But we’re keeping the curtains.”

You made a strange, challenging noise, placing a hand on his chest to propel yourself forwards and land an affectionate kiss to his cheek. “We’ll see about that, roomie. Love you.” You got up immediately after, meandering towards the kitchen. “Gonna whip us up some lunch.”

Never had Hongjoong thought that he could fall in love with someone a million times over. In his head, he always perceived it to be a slow-occuring, one time event. No, love happened when sparked, whether gently blown into a baby flame or born into a chaotic ensemble of explosions, nobody could decide. Love was unchooseable like that. He was glad love found its home in him as quickly as it did, though terrifying in the moment (and still somewhat petrifying now).

But, oh, he was definitely keeping those duck shower curtains, love or not.

[rhettabbotts]

okay time for soft!rhett thoughts (sorry it took a lot longer than expected!!! also kinda wishing I typed the thoughts I kinda had about this earlier when I was at work rip)

I finally sorta started listening to Tyler Childers & Zach Bryan because of tik tok (sorry to my brother who’s been trying to get me to listen to them for a while now lmao) but it has me thinking. I feel like Rhett would very much be into their music because it just makes sense ya know? it’s like classic country, but still modern. they both have this really interesting and unique quality to their voices that just really fit rhett’s vibe tbh and it’s very soothing. like that soft afternoon glow that brings a sense of warmth to everything. I think he would definitely have vinyls of their music because it add to that nostalgic/vintage quality their music has.

enough of the build up here we go so with that being said…

it’s been a long tough day for rhett. things were not going right at all whatsoever. his dad is pissed at him again for whatever reason even though he’s certain he actually didn’t do anything this time. he also had to fix yet another fence line that keeps breaking. His truck got a flat on the way into town and his attitude and just been sour since he opened his eyes since you weren’t there with him. He knows you’ll be home by the time he is, but it still put a damper on his day. by the time he walks into the house, he just wants to crawl into bed and forget about the entire day. he knows you’re home because he can smell whatever you made for dinner and he can hear the music on in the background. his heart perks up a little when he realizes what you’re playing. when you hear his boots drop, you turn around to give him your standard greeting but stop yourself short when you actually take a look at him. you can just tell without him saying anything, the toll that the day took on him. so you slowly walk up to him after wiping your hands on a dish towel, gently grabbing his face. “you wanna talk about it, handsome?” “no, just need ya to hold me darlin’.” and so you welcome him into your warm embrace and even though the day has seeped deep within his bones, rhett begins to feel lighter and things begin to feel not as grim. the defeat of the day still lingers, but he knows the longer he spends in your arms, the better he’ll begin to feel. he starts to feel you swaying to the song that just came on, Sun To Me, and he can’t help but let out a soft chuckle and the smallest smirk. his hand goes to your lower back while the other grabs yours that was resting on his shoulder. his head is tucked into your neck and he presses the softest of kisses there. “thank you for making the bad days better. I don’t know what i’d do without you” “i hope to whoever or whatever is out there, neither of us will ever find out that answer my love.” and so you both sway with each other in the middle of your kitchen, finding solace and comfort within each other until he’s ready to sit down for dinner. after plates are rinsed and left in the sink (taking care of your man was more important than dishes at the moment), you run him a bath to help release the tension and help him relax. he becomes so overwhelmed with the tender love and care you show him, combined with the day he had, he can’t help but let a few tears escape. the stoicism he tries to keep up, slowly crumbles as you gently wash away the day and massage his shoulders, placing gentle kisses wherever you could, your own heart breaking at how sad he is. wordlessly you help him dry off and get dressed for bed. he crawls into bed while you finish doing your nightly routine before sliding under the covers with him. once you’ve laid down, he immediately lays himself on your chest. without having to say anything, you know he needs you to be so gentle with him. soothing kisses and gentle fingers caressing through his hair are what helps him drift off to sleep, ocean blue eyes fluttering closed. “goodnight my love, tomorrow is a new day and i will always be here for whatever you need” rhett feels safe with you, he feels loved, cherished, taken care of. he feels like he can be his true self with you, his family name and his own notoriety be damned. you are home to him. you are his solace, his guiding light, a safe place. rhett already knew you were the one for him, but his grandmama’s ring that is tucked deep within his dresser is going to surface a lot sooner than he had initially planned, but sometimes plans don’t matter when you want the rest of forever to start as soon as possible.

fin

side note: I truly think Sun to Me is his song through and through. The opening lyrics? That’s him getting up every morning before having to help on the ranch. It becomes your song and when you both finally get married, I feel like it would be your first dance song because of that moment in the kitchen.

sierra i want you to know that i’m in just a puddle of tears right now oh my goodness this was so beautiful!!! i absolutely love zach bryan and sun to me is one of my favorite songs it always makes me think of rhett when i listen to it!!

i want to wrap rhett up in my arms and take care of him so badly :(((

thank you so so much for sending this to me, it has brightened my day up so much and you have no idea how much i appreciate it my love <3

[yourtamaki]

i’m here

ushijima x f!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, neglect, oral fixation, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

you never knew what to tell your friends when they asked what wakatoshi was like as a boyfriend. everyone wanted to know how the stoic man acted around his significant other. does he melt when he sees you? they’d ask with hearts in their eyes. does he turn affectionate behind closed doors? you never understood their fascination or why they expected him to be a different person just for you. 

no, that was a lie. you don’t know why you expected him to be different. 

it was coming up on your second year with toshi and you’d been friends throughout your high school years. you knew what he was like before you’d bitten the bullet and asked him on a date. so you had no one but yourself to blame now as you lay alone in your bed that felt far too big, wracking sobs so powerful your whole body trembled from the force. 

a month. that’s how long it’d been since you last felt like toshi was a part of your life. you woke up alone, did the chores alone, made dinner alone and went to bed alone. his absence wasn’t the worst part, much to your surprise. it was the signs of disturbance around your shared home. a used plate in the sink. a new load in the laundry. signs that toshi was there, he just wasn’t there with you. it made you feel all the more empty. 

you didn’t know why your body decided tonight was the night to give out but once the first tears slid down your face, you were helpless to stop the tidal wave of stress and loneliness and utter sadness from escaping. your only solace was how good it felt to finally cry. to get these corrosive feelings out of your system instead of continuing to let them eat away at you the way you had for weeks. 

if only your cries were a bit quieter. maybe you would’ve heard the bedroom door creak open in time to wipe away your tears and feign sleep. 

for a moment, toshi just stared at you, drinking in the details of your face illuminated by the light from the hallway. 

“it’s late.” the deep timber of his voice made you oddly nostalgic. the two of you hadn’t exchanged more than a scarce handful of sentences during this period, all your communication being limited to dry texts. you’d never minded his texting habits, had even found it endearing once. but when the brief, one word answers became your only lifeline to toshi, how could you not feel as though you were only bothering him with every text sent?

when you didn’t respond, toshi carefully closed the door behind him. you didn’t need any light to know exactly what he was doing. he was nothing if not a creature of habit. you could picture him first placing his gym bag in your shared closet then methodically undressing. but instead of heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed, you felt the mattress dip as he sat next to you. 

“you’re crying. why?” he said. you had to stamp down on the urge to reply with sarcasm. if you’ve learned anything from the years you’d spent with toshi it's that he was genuine to a fault. if he was asking you what was wrong, it meant he truly didn’t know. you needed to spell out your feelings for him on more then one occasion but once you did, he would be more than understanding, going above and beyond to rectify the situation. so why did you feel so hesitant to open up now? he could sense your hesitance though he didn’t understand the cause for it, his hand reaching out to find yours in the dark. “i can’t help if you don’t tell me.” 

the dam broke, fresh tears streaming down your face. “toshi i miss you. i know you’re busy but it feels like we’re not even together anymore. i don’t hear from you, i don’t see you and i’m stuck in this house all day. i’m just— ‘m just lonely.” 

your voice trailed off in a whisper quickly swallowed by the silence of the room, only broken by your sniffles. toshi was still as you cried before leaning over to turn the bedside lamp on. the sudden light stung your eyes and when you adjusted, you could see him already gazing down at you. 

“i apologize, y/n.” he kissed the back of both your hands and brought them to his forehead, head bowed. “there is no excuse. my priorities should always include you and they haven’t as of late.”

“it’s ok. i understand you’re busy, toshi i just wish i could see you a little more.” he nodded, lifting his head and his eyes piercing yours.

“i will work to change my behaviour and become a boyfriend more deserving of your love.” 

just like that you remembered why you fell in love with him. others saw toshi as someone incapable of understanding emotions, an apathetic person with only volleyball on his mind. it couldn’t be further from the truth. it was true he had difficulty reading your emotions but as soon as you put them in plain terms, he was there for you in any way you needed. “thank you.” 

“that is for the future. but that doesn’t change that you feel hurt right now. is there anything i can do to ease your pain?” the look in his eyes told you no ask was too large, the single minded focus that made him one of the top volleyball players in the country was now directed solely on you. 

“i just want to be with you.” you crawled into his lap, his arms coming up to hug you close to him. 

“you’ve got me.” he murmured into your ear. “for as long as you’ll have me i’m yours. and i’m sorry i haven’t been here to tell you that.”  

“you’re here now.” 

“i am.” 

“toshi…” it has been so long since you were last in his arms you couldn’t help how needy it was making you, desperate to feel him as close to you as possible. 

“what is it, love?” instead of replying, you rolled your hips against his, kissing his neck. with only his briefs you could feel his bulge harden slightly with the pressure. “if that’s what you want.” 

he lifted you both up off the bed, turning and laying you down carefully. he helped you out of your clothes, leaving you in your plain cotton panties, bra already removed for bed. if you’d known you’d be sleeping with your boyfriend you would’ve worn sexier pieces but judging by toshi’s ravenous expression, it didn’t matter to him. you felt beautiful in his eyes. 

toshi kissed his way down, latching onto one nipple and rolling the other between his fingers before switching over, giving each the attention they deserved. he brought one hand to your face and said, 

“suck.” 

you sucked his fingers into your mouth, glad to finally have something to make you feel full. he watched you, mesmerized by how your lips looked stretched around his fingers. 

“do you know how beautiful you look right now? my y/n. always need something in your mouth, don’t you?” you hummed, mind going blank as all you could do was focus on the slightly salty taste as you licked his fingertips.

once toshi deemed them wet enough, he snaked his hand down into your panties, teasing your entrance before dipping inside. 

“you’re so wet. can you hear yourself?” you could, the wet squelch as he pumped his fingers inside you made your face heat up with embarrassment. it wasn’t your fault nothing came close to how toshi felt inside you. toys, your own hands, nothing compared to what you were feeling now, so stretched with only two of his fingers inside you. they curled inside you, pressing against that spot that had your legs quivering, gripping toshi’s forearm hard. 

“where do you want to cum first, my fingers or my cock?” 

“your cock please toshi wanna feel you.” you begged. a moment later, your panties were pulled off of you. toshi took off his briefs and knelt between your legs, his blunt tip resting over your pussy. he tapped it against your clit a few times, smiling softly at how you jumped at the contact before pushing in slowly, rocking back and forth until his entire length was inside you. 

you expected him to move but he kept still until your eyes met his. he took one of your hands and placed it over your lower stomach, covering it with his own large hand. 

“do you feel that?” he asked quietly. you could, there was a bump there from where toshi was buried inside you. “i’m here.” 

“i know.” 

“i’m here.” he repeated with more emphasis, head lowering until his forehead met yours. “and i’m never leaving you again. okay?” 

an overwhelming tidal wave of love came crashing in, choking you so all you could say was, “okay.” 

why did it take you so long to understand? what toshi didn’t say aloud, he said with his actions. the brush of your clit with his calloused thumb was an apology, the squeeze of your hip a reassurance. toshi spoke his reverence into your skin with every open mouthed kiss on your neck and his worship with each roll of his hip against yours. all you could do was lock your ankles around him and accept the torrent of love he poured into you. 

“kiss me toshi please ‘m gonna cum.” his lips crashed against yours and you were gone, creaming over his cock as it continued to piston in and out of you. 

“does that feel good, love?” he mumbled against your lips. you nodded frantically, still feeling the effects of your high. “tell me what you need.” 

“more please.” your voice came out a whisper. you didn’t care about the overstimulation of your poor cunt. you weren’t ready to let go of this moment, of knowing you have toshi here with you, safe in your own small world together. 

toshi gave you a tender kiss before pulling back. he gripped the back of your thighs and pinned your knees to your chest, your pussy gushing from the new position. his cock was pushing even deeper now, hitting a spot within you that made your tongue loll out at the pleasure. toshi was fucking into you at a brutal pace and you knew he was close by the small grunts he was letting out. 

“hold yourself open for me.” you did as he asked, flushing at how dirty you felt with your pussy so exposed. with his now free hand, toshi placed his fingers back in your mouth. your eyes widened as the taste of your own arousal exploded on your tongue. 

“do you like how you taste?” he asked. you sucked at his fingers greedily, licking them clean and he hummed, “i knew you would.” 

the pressure in your abdomen was steadily building with every pump of toshi’s cock. his fingers were keeping your moans muffled and he seemed to realize he was missing out. he pulled his hand back, small trails of saliva stringing out as he did. he slammed his hips into your as though he was trying to make up for all the sounds he had missed out on and you did not disappoint, babbling praise for the man fucking you senseless. 

“you’re close i can feel it. can you cum with me y/n? can you do that for me?” 

“yes fuck toshi i love you i wanna cum for you.” 

“go ahead, my love. let go.” you threw your head back as you let go and came for the second time, the erratic clenching of your walls pushing toshi over. you held each other through your highs, chests heaving together as you caught your breaths. when he tried to pull out, you tightened your legs around him. 

“stay?” you wanted this moment to last, to be with toshi, connected for as long as you could. he shifted until you were both laying on your side spooned together, careful to not pull out of you. 

“go to sleep, my love.” there were still things you both needed to work on in your relationship but you chose to embrace the peace that was sleeping with the arms of your boyfriend wrapped securely around you. 

[bgyuus]

chifuyu matsuno x reader

; where takemitchy takes his friend out for his birthday and his present? you.

cw: light spoilers, fingering, riding, mentions of choking, no condom, overstimulation, he calls you princess/slut, unedited writing. 

note: i'm finally reading the tokyo revengers manga and ngl, it was a total rollercoaster while reading it. also, chifuyu’s in his present time (the pic below 😫 *simp screams*) 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU!”

Takemitchy exclaimed, engulfing his old friend in a tight hug.

The ebony black haired male smiled, thanking him as he hugged back. It’s been a while since he last hang with him. Having their schedule busy with meetings and such, they couldn’t find the right time to catch up on things. Sure, they see each other everyday but spending the rest of the day with an old friend without worrying about work just hits different. At least that’s what Chifuyu thought.

“Shall we go have dinner then go see your present?” the blonde asked with a smile. Chifuyu nodded in response, shutting the car door behind him as Takemitchy speeds off into the horizon.

“Thanks for the dinner, man,” the birthday boy said, smiling at his friend in the drivers seat. “No problem! And now! It’s time for your present!” Takemitchy exclaimed. His voice filled with anticipation. He looks more excited than Chifuyu himself.

“Alrighty, we’re here!” he said, parking the car in front of a fancy looking complex. “Are we in Shibuya?” the black haired male asked, facing the building in awe. Takemitchy only nodded as he skipped into the building, making Chifuyu ran up to catch him.

The elevator stopped at level 4. As the two adults stepped out from the lift, Chifuyu’s jaw nearly dropped at what he saw. Right outside the elevator was a counter, handled by a middle-aged man, who was occupied with a women- who was dressed in a very thin silk dress. The male's eyes wondered around the boards beside the counter. They were filled with pictures of- lewd photos. Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at this. What even-

"Looks like this place hasn't change one bit," Takemitchy said with hands on his hips, a proud and nostalgic look displayed in his eyes. “Oh, Takemitchy, right? Here for your reservation?” the man behind the counter asked. Blondie nodded furiously. Why is he so excited? Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Actually, I’m just here because I made the reservation, the one who’ll be doing the job is Chifuyu,” Takemitchy said proudly, pushing his friend towards the counter.

Chifuyu swallowed hard. Is this place what he thinks it is? "Alright, sign here and please proceed to the waiting room," the man said, handing a form to Takemitchy. Chifuyu tugged his shirt and pulled his friend aside. "Oi, what're- what am I suppose to do?" he asked, sounding nervous. "You're a 26 year old virgin, I'm helping you out!" Takemitchy explained while signing the form and handing it back to man behind the counter. Chifuyu mentally face palmed himself. This was definitely not how he imagined getting his virginity loss. Especially not with some random girl at a brothel.

"Wait! This is not how I-,"

"You may now go to the waiting hall, gentlemen," the man said, pointing to a room not far from the lift. Takemitchy thanked him and head towards the room without wasting any minute. Chifuyu walked after him, deadpanned at his friend's excited behaviour. "Look, I appreciate the effort but-" "Chifuyu, meet my friend, y/n!" the blonde said, holding hands with a girl in front of him.

The black haired man stared down at the girl. She was gorgeous. Is he lying? Of course not. His eyes trailed down to your body, scanning every inch of your curves. You laughed as he snapped back into reality. "Can't wait to do the dirty, are we?" You teased, pulling him towards you by his tie. Chifuyu's cheeks heated up as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, Takemitchy, you didn’t tell me he was a shy one,” you exclaimed, turning your head to face your blonde friend. “Eh? Chifuyu? Shy? Please, he’s one of Toman’s Top Admin, why would he be shy now?” Takemitchy laughed, making the said boy’s cheeks even hotter. You faced the man in front of you again. Now it was your turn to blush. The faint smell of his cologne filled your nostrils. His skin was fairly smooth. His eyes, oh how you got lost staring into his light blue orbs. Those orbs were just so mesmerizing that you didn’t notice that he was also actually staring into yours. Takemitchy gave off a small chuckle, making both of you snap back into reality.

“Sorry about that,” you said slowly, eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to let this Chifuyu guy to see your red tinted cheeks. Funny how this was actually your first time experiencing a quickened heartbeat for a customer. You slowly jerked your head up to look at the male. Chifuyu took a quick glance at you, making your eyes meet again once more. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Ay yow! I’m not here to just sit and see y’all being all gushy and wasting my money,” Takemitchy complained in a jokingly way. You shot your head up as if you had escaped from a trance. “Alright, Chifuyu! Let’s get going, shall we?” your playful smirk crawling back to your lips, grabbing both of his hands and lead him to another room, leaving Takemitchy alone with his earbuds plugged in.

Chifuyu scrubbed his body under the hot steaming water. One second she was like a teenage girl staring at her very new boyfriend then suddenly she became a playful flirt again, he sighed in thought. He was sure that he could here her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to burst out from her chest.

And yet, here he was, taking a shower before losing his 25 years of being a virgin to a girl he doesn’t even know, let alone have met before. Sounds kinda messed up to be honest, he chuckled at his joke. After slipping on his undergarments and a robe, he exited the bathroom while wiping his damped hair. “Look, I know you’re only doing your job but-” he got cut off, eyes widened at your figure who was slowly taking off your dress, revealing a see through lingerie. Being the kind (and nervous as fuck) gentleman, he immediately looked away, blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight pain growing in his boxers.

You walked up to him and slowly pushed him onto the bed with a light touch of your finger. Chifuyu’s breath hitched as you placed your legs at his sides. You dragged a finger along his jaw to his chin, tilting it upwards, making his eyes stare into yours. The both of you stayed there in silence, listening to each others quicken heartbeats. Your cheeks were tinted red, it was noticeable to Chifuyu. His eyes flickered to your lips then to your eyes. You gulped nervously. On the inside, you were practically cursing to yourself, telling you to get a grip and just treat him like your usual customers. You closed your eyes, wishing that this was just a dream or hoping that the man in front of you isn’t that Chifuyu guy but another customer.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find that he was leaning into your touch. Fuck it, you thought as you slammed your lips into his. Surprisingly, he too, kissed you back. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your body. Chifuyu placed his hands on your waist and soon, his hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss then became sloppy as he bit the bottom of your lip gently, gaining access to explore your mouth.

You finally let go in desperate need of air. Chest huffing up and down whilst your sweaty forehead leaned against his. Your cheeks were definitely red now and same as his. "It's okay if you don't want to do it," you said nervously, looking down at- shit. Your eyes widened at the tent in his undergarment. All that kissing made him hard? Your cheeks flushed even more now. Chifuyu noticed this and looked down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself. "Uhm," he laughed in a nervous and unsure tone. For the first time in your life, you're being this flustered and nervous. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, you concluded as you looked at Chifuyu who was fumbling with the ropes of his robe.

"Uh, I'll take care of this myself," he said, pushing you off his lap. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you don't want your first time to be with a, um, a p-prostitute like me, but let me help you with that, plus you don't wanna let Takemitchy's money go to waste, don't you?" you explained. You avoid looking at him, cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment. With a light tug from your hand, Chifuyu went back to the bed.

"F-fuck, that's it," the male sighed, hands gripped onto your sides as you rode him. Screams can be heard from you as you slammed yourself onto his cock. It was tiring, really. Getting your pelvis to hit his everytime was a pain. "Fuyu, I can't," you gasped as his tip hit your cervix. "Now now, princess, you were the one who was all over me in the first place," he said, pulling you by the neck, slightly choking you whislt making your foreheads touch. You flinched at his sudden demeanor. Where did the shy and nervous Chifuyu go? 

You can't do it anymore. You toppled on top of him, gasping for air. Chifuyu found this amusing. "Is my wittle princess tired?" he asked in a playful tone while stroking your hair lovingly. You nodded in response, too exhausted from riding and cumming for the third time. You feel like you were about to pass out when he suddenly flipped you over. "Ass up, face down for me, princess," he whispered. You wouldn't be lying if you say his tone of voice turned you on.

You obeyed his words. Chifuyu groped at your ass, feeling the soft flesh against his warm skin. You squirmed under his touch, wanting him to desperately put his dick back inside of you. "Chifuyu, please, ah!" You yelped at the sudden contact. He inserted a finger into your wet entrance, pumping them slowly. Enjoying the pleasure his finger's giving, you didn't realize that your hips started to rock against his hand, following the pace of his digit.

"Stay still, you slut," he snapped as he slapped your ass making you moaned in both pain and pleasure. Chifuyu's free hand grabbed your hip to lock you in place. He stopped penetrating your cunt with his finger and pumped his cock, which was already leaking with precum. You winced at the pain as he inserted his cock inside you. The blacked haired male didn't move, he let you readjust to his size and once he got the signal, he slammed his his against your ass, making you screamed.

Tears slowly streaming down your eyes as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets too hard. Takemitchy said this will be his first time but the way he thrusts-

"Why are are you crying? Don't you like this?" He sounded sadistic and that nearly made you cum on the spot. "Chifuyu, I'm about to cu-," he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your back hit his chest. "Hold it, hold it in for me, princess," he whispered into your ear. His voice, oh my god, his voice literally nearly made you burst. But you did hold it in for him. At this point, you’d do anything for him. 

His thrusts never slowed down. His hand gripping at your waist guided your body, matching his thrusting rhythm. "Chifuyu, please, I can't hold it anymore," you panted. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. Tongue swirling, fighting for dominance. His lips trailed down to your jaw then to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark purple blue marks. His thrusts began to slow down, signaling that he was close too. “Shit, come for me, princess,” he whispered into you ear and this time you finally came whilst feeling his cum dripping down your thighs. 

Chifuyu sat up from the bed. He smiled softly at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him. He checked his phone and saw a message from Takemitchy. 

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Chifuyu! I’ll be going home now. Hope you like the present! 

- Takemitchy

The ebony black haired male smiled at his friend’s message. He turned to face the girl again. She stirred in her sleep, her feet lightly kicking his waist. He chuckled at her sleepy behavior. Their first encounter was weird enough for him. It was as if they were teens again. Staring and getting lost in each others eyes. He smiled at remembering the incident where she stared at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen in her entire life. 

“Hey, you’re up early,” the girl said, rubbing her eyes. She crawled towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning against his bare back. “Are you really this clingy after doing your job?” Chifuyu laughed at her pouting face. Heat rises to her cheeks once more as she let go of him. “No, it’s just that, you’re warm that’s all,” she crossed her arms in denial. She looked at the man beside her. He was laughing with his toothy grin shining against the rising sun. The girl’s face blushed at how gorgeous he looks. Chifuyu noticed her tinted cheeks. He kissed her a good morning kiss, taking her by surprise. 

“This sounds weird and sudden but wanna be more than just my present?” 

note: okay! so that was longer than i expected but this does show how much of a simp i am for this guy lol. anyways, hope you enjoyed the story! <3