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corrodedseraphine · 2 years

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paper hearts | one shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: You passed the first two years of high school looking at your friend with heart-shaped eyes. Unfortunately, moving out made the contact between you disappear. A few years later, returning to Hawkins you unexpectedly meet him again. Everything comes back with redoubled force, however, this time you have a plan. angst/fluff, friends to lovers

In this au Vecna didin't happen

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

7 852 words

I got slightly inspired while listening to the song Paper Hearts by The Vamps.

when it comes to the origami, the ring was looking like this, and hearts like this

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"This is our table, freak." One member of the Hawkins High basketball team said. "Don't you know that freshmen can't sit wherever they want? There are rules here!"

"I don't see this seat signed with anyone's name." The boy replied without looking at the bully.

"Not only is he a freak, he's also asking for a bruise." After a moment, the twice as big and definitely stronger basketball player threw his victim off the bench. The other took the tray with his lunch and threw it straight into the trashcan.

"Now you have no reason to be here. Get out of our way." he commented, and the younger boy wordlessly walked past them and left the cafeteria.

Assholes. You thought while watching the whole scene from across the room. Thinking not much, you quickly packed your lunch in a container and quickly followed him. You found him sitting on the floor under the English classroom. He was sitting leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, so you were able to get a better look at him. His curly hair reached his shoulders, which were covered by a black leather jacket. Underneath, he wore a T-shirt with the logo of some band you didn't associate. All this was complemented by black pants with holes at the knees. You guessed that his appearance was one of the reasons why people call him a freak, but you didn't care too much. Hearing you sit down next to him and digging into your backpack he opened his eyes and looked at you with an uncertain look.

"I saw what those idiots did with your lunch." You explained. "We can share. Do you like cheese?" you said, offering him one of your sandwiches.

"You don't have to do that." He replied looking away.

"But I want to." you replied. "I also have cookies, I baked them over the weekend with my aunt." you smiled.

He watched you carefully trying to read your intentions. From the very beginning of school, he was unable to fit in anywhere. Whenever he tried to make any kind of acquaintance he was met with a harsh attitude, so after a while he stopped trying anymore. After all, no one was interested in making friends with trailer trash, right? Why were you sitting next to him now offering him half of your food? Is this some kind of joke? Looking for an excuse to laugh at him?

"I swear it's not poisoned." you laughed. He was wondering if he could trust you. He quickly reached into his memory trying to remember if he had sometimes seen you somewhere in the company of popular kids who loved to make his life miserable. The first days of school can be difficult, and it's hard to remember every face you pass in the hallway. Without associating yours with them he decided that he can give you a chance and he will try to believe that you do not want to hurt him. After all, there are still people in this world who do good, selfless things. Maybe you were just one of them. He sent you another uncertain look and raised his hand slowly. Seeing this you slid your lunch box even closer indicating that he should finally take the bread. After the sandwich, you also handed him two cookies.

"They are delicious," he said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." you replied with a smile. "Can I sit here with you until the end of the break?"

"Uh- Sure." he replied surprised. He found it hard to believe that you wanted to keep him company. From the very beginning, everyone avoided showing up at his side, knowing that by doing so they could also become the target of bullies. An awkward silence fell between the two of you, so you took out a piece of paper from your backpack which you began to fold in different directions. Your new friend watched curiously as your fingers moved quickly and skillfully across the paper. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Oh, it's called origami. It often calms me down, or helps me at times when I have nothing to do with my hands," you explained without taking your eyes off your work.

"My name is Eddie. Eddie Munson." he changed the subject.

"Y/n Y/l/n." You introduced yourself by raising your eyes. "This is my first year, too."

"Nice."

Silence again. After about ten minutes your little creation was finished. You presented Eddie with a small paper ring which resembled a dragon.

"It looks great!" he commented.

"Thanks! I thought it would fit in with the rest. " you beamed looking at his hand covered with heavy, silver rings. "Keep it, it's yours. For luck."

"Thank you!"

It turned out that you shared a lot of classes with each other, where you decided to sit together. Over time you became good friends, but your relationship did not extend beyond the walls of Hawkins High. Eddie, in time, joined a club where they played some board game about dragons and magic, which he passionately told you about when you spent some of your breaks together. All of the homeworks, essays, project you did together, spending long hours in the school library. But during this time, you devoted the least of it to studying. At the very end of the library, hidden between the bookshelves, you created your own world, where hardly anyone else could find you. It was just the two of you and your conversations and quiet dreams of taking it to a higher level beyond the walls of the old school building.

For the next two years you always took a few more cookies with you. However, the cookies were not the only "more." Along with the time spent together came feelings that could not be called purely friendly. Sometimes you had the impression that he felt the same way. That's why it was especially painful for you to deal with the fact that at the beginning of your third year of high school you had to move to another city.

"I can't believe you got promoted to store manager after ONLY a year of working there!" Chrissy exclaimed as she entered the café. The warmth, the smell of coffee and fresh baked goods was a pleasant change from the freezing February air that had taken over all of Hawkins.

"Why can't anyone believe it? It's obvious! First of all, I am know music like no one else, secondly, I am amazing at this job, and thirdly, I am incredibly charming!" Eddie replied with a boyish smile on his lips.

"And to top it off, you're awfully humble," Chrissy rolled her eyes as she reached the counter.

"Welcome to the Sunflower café, how can I help you?"

"Y/n?" you froze. Letting the pen out of your hand you raised your head rapidly and your eyes met the big chocolate ones that looked as shocked as yours. They were as beautiful as you remembered them. A voice you hadn't heard in years, yet could recognize without hesitation echoed in your head. Is it a dream? you thought. Its owner looked slightly different now. His hair, much longer and a little bit more chaotic, his hands now decorated with an impressive number of tattoos. Suddenly a memory appeared in front of your eyes of him taking a pen in an extremely boring class and drawing on his hands, saying that someday they would be real there. He wasn't lying. While you thought it was funny then, now you had to admit that they looked very attractive on him. Very attractive.

"Eddie?" you choked out. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and your temperature suddenly rose by an unimaginable amount.

"Holy shit, it's really you!" he shouted, smiling broadly. The smile was still the same: wide, warm and infectious. Your reaction to it didn't change either, as your knees, as if remembering how to behave, bent immediately. Before you had time to respond in any way he excitedly circled the counter around and locked you in a bear hug. "I'm sorry, but I'm so happy to see you! We haven't seen each other in ages, oh my gosh, you don't even know how I've missed you!" he mumbled in the top of your head.

"I missed Eddie too. So much." you replied when you realized how to breathe again. After a while he let you go and went back to the opposite part of the counter where some girl was waiting for him, who after a moment significally cleared her throat.

"Yeah, right. Chissy, this is y/n an old friend of mine from the early days of high school. Y/n this is Chrissy." he introduced you. You shook hands. She had a lovely smile. A pretty, petite blonde at Eddie's side? Reluctantly, deep down you admitted that they make a really cute couple. You tried to chase away the gentle feeling of jealousy that was awakening in you. You had no right to be jealous. It was logical that after you moved out, time would not stop. Eddie moved on. Apparently, he had chosen a very good path. It wasn't his fault that all these years after you moved out you weren't able to forget about him. It wasn't his fault that every boy you dated had long, curly hair and listened to metal. Nor was it his fault that none of them were able to fill the void you felt after leaving Hawkins.

"How can I help you?" you finally asked.

When they ordered they stepped aside so as not to block space in the queue and you went about preparing the order. From time to time you glanced in their direction. It was stronger than you. The sight of Eddie caused excitement. You couldn't believe that you had him at your fingertips again. You thought he had run away from here after graduating from high school, just as he always wanted to, so coming back here you didn't expect to see him like this. He seemed to have managed to establish a life here. In addition to the excitement, there was also a small discomfort from the uncomfortable feeling when you saw them fiercely discussing something with Chrissy.

"Are you sure it was only a friend?" Chrissy asked when they had gone far enough away so that you couldn't hear what they were talking about.

"Yeah, why?"

"Would you act that way with any old high school friend?" she raised a brow.

"Okay, maybe she was my little crush, but the interest was one-sided, so I never crossed the line."

"She looks in your direction too often for it to be one-sided."

"Okay, Sherlock. You're exaggerating again, she's just in shock, we haven't seen each other for years and I've changed a bit since then. That's all."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

For the next few days, they showed up at the coffee shop almost every day, always at the same hour. They took coffees to go, or drank them inside. They were occasionally joined by other people, some of them you remembered from the school corridors. The biggest surprise for you was the company of Steve Harrington, who just a few years ago would sooner have died than sit at the same table with Eddie.

Valentine's Day morning and afternoon turned out to be a crazy day. Your aunt knew what she was doing when she opened a coffee shop combined with a bakery in Hawkins a few years ago. Crowds of people passing through the building, a ton of orders waiting to be picked up. You definitely weren't ready for such a busy time. After a few hours of running back and forth and cleaning up, as the sun slowly set behind the horizon and the inside was finally empty and quiet you could take a break.

Eddie was just leaving the store that was across the street when, through the large window of the café, he noticed you sitting alone at a table with your face hidden in your hands. Next to you was a washcloth and table cleaner. Slightly worried by this sight, he decided to make one more stop before heading home.

At the sound of the doorbell announcing the arrival of a customer, which you had heard a million times today, you felt like crying. You were exhausted. Physically and mentally exhausted. You were heartily sick of seeing and hearing couples in love, because it reminded you of your own loneliness. All day your brain forced you to wonder how Eddie was spending Valentine's Day. Will he buy Chrissy flowers? Chocolates? Will he take her to the movies? All these options seemed pretty typical. Too normal and common for him. You knew that Eddie was special and liked to do special things. Maybe he will write her a song? Whatever he prepared for her you were sure was amazing. And now, you had the opportunity to ask him about these plans in person.

"Eddie? What are you doing here?"

"I thought a little coffee wouldn't hurt. As long as you're not closing already?"

"It's your lucky day. We're open an hour longer on Valentine's Day, in case someone remembers about a last-minute gift in the form of some baked goods." Despite your tiredness, you smiled.

"In that case, I'd like to order two coffees with milk and two pieces of cake, if you have any left." he laughed, pointing to an empty display case.

"I think I'll find something in the back." You said walking in that direction. When you returned you prepared the coffee, put everything on a tray and carried it to the table where he sat. "Here you go, one coffee and cake for you and another for your girlfriend," he said.

"My girlfriend?" he asked clearly surprised.

"Chrissy? I thought she was about to join you, that's why the second portion?"

"Chrissy? oh- no! She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend!"

"Oh." was all you could get out of yourself. "Sorry, you looked a bit like that."

"Don't worry." he laughed. "If it weren't for the decorations here I wouldn't even remember that it's Valentine's Day. No one has yet wanted to stay with me long enough to actually make it to it."

"I don't believe you." you replied. "I'm sure your Valentine will be running through the door in any minute." you crossed your arms on your chest.

"Actually, I was hoping you would join me." he said covering his mouth with his hair. "Judging by the lack of a crowd, I figured you'd find a moment for an old friend. Y'know to make up for a few lost years." he winked at you. Hearing that Eddie was single was one thing. But what he did now suddenly made the energy you'd been missing all day fill you up. In fact, you could run a whole marathon now. Embarrassed by how much you enjoyed it, you had to use a hundred percent of your strong willpower to keep from smiling as wide as you could. If you were going to get such a reward after every murderous day at work you were ready to do it every day.

"I'm all ears," you said, sitting down across from him.

You didn't have to encourage him to speak. That didn't change either, no matter what he talked about he always managed to charm the listener. He still played Dungeons and Dragons, but now he proudly announced to you that he could call himself a Dungeon Master and he was the one who organizes campaigns for his friends. Corroded Coffin continued to rock the stage at Hideout. From time to time, when they were lucky, they had the opportunity to play at other venues, but unfortunately adult life has caught up with each of them, causing them not to have as much time as they once did. He also told you about his job at a music store which was ten minutes away from the café, insisting that you must visit him there sometime, so he could recommend some great, as he called it, albums to you. He also suggested that if you have the will and time you can listen to them together. Chrissy worked at a beauty salon right next to the store and they had their lunch breaks at the same time, which explained their frequent visits here. The strangest story turned out to be how his path crossed with the former king of Hawkins High. It was all due to one of the Hellfire's member - Dustin, who introduced them to each other. Once a teenager got into quite a bit of trouble and they both had to rescue him from it, which resulted in a friendship. It turned out that now Steve is a completely different person, who does not resemble that asshole any longer. At the very end, he told how after you left, his enthusiasm for learning and going to school disappeared, causing him to have to repeat his senior year twice.

"Edward Munson are you trying to make me feel guilty for moving out?" you asked while pointing at him the spoon you were eating the cake with.

"Trying to force guilt in you for leaving me! Couldn't you have packed me in a suitcase? I was much thinner back then, I'm sure I would have fit in." he joked.

"I can already see the look on my mother's face at the sight of you jumping out of the suitcase, like in some magic show." you laughed. "Now you look much better by the way." you said feeling a little more confident.

"Are you just trying to tell me I'm handsome?" he asked putting his elbows on the table and leaning toward you.

"Maybe." you said feeling your face burn. Did you mention something about confidence? There was no trace of it anymore. You weren't able to describe how much of an influence your high school friend had on you, but he definitely knew how to trap you.

"I'm very flattered m'lady" He winked at you. "But enough about me! Now it's your time to shine."

Unlike Eddie, you didn't have much to talk about. Your last year of high school passed mostly with your nose in books because of the backlog you had, and you didn't want to stand out from the rest. Because of this, you didn't have time to go to parties or other social gatherings. You had a few friends, but none of these connections turned into real friendships. You were also on a few dates but everything always ended the same way. Right after graduation, you went to work because you couldn't afford going to college. You grabbed every job you could. Waitress, secretary, shop assistant, kitchen helper. Over those few years your resume grew impressively, however you never found something that made you happy. Only now in the café you felt that going to work was not a form of punishment. And how did you find yourself back in Hawkins? Unfortunately, your mother's sister became seriously ill, and as soon as you found out, you packed up your belongings, sold the house and returned here permanently to take care of her. Her and the café. The money you had from selling the house and the income from your aunt's business was enough to support the three of you and her treatment.

"I'm sorry to hear that, y/n".

"Don't be, the treatment is working, the prognosis is good, so we try not to worry too much. We are thinking good thoughts."

"That's good." he replied. "And you? What are your plans for Valentine's evening? Some dinner at an overpriced restaurant?" he asked, changing the subject.

"More like watching movies alone on the living room couch." you laughed.

"Oh!" he said dramatically. "So I don't have to worry that I'll be attacked by some jealous fiancé right after I leave here?"

"I don't know what your love life is like, but for my part you don't have to worry about that." you laughed.

"I'm so glad you're back. We must see each other more often. It's a must for me to introduce you to the others, would you like to see in person that Steve "The Hair" Harrington is actually a good dude?"

"Sure!"

"Great, I'll let you know where, when, what and how! And now, unfortunately, I have to go. Thank you for the nice time your highness." he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your palm.

"It was my pleasure, majesty knight." you replied playing along. In farewell Eddie hugged you tightly, this time, not being paralyzed by shock, you reciprocated the embrace. For a short while you stood cuddled up like that, when finally Eddie pulled away from you and left.

Despite the exhaustion that grew worse and worse the closer you got to the house, you went inside with a smile on your lips.

"I see someone had a good day at work," your aunt commented as you crossed the threshold of the living room.

"It was better than I expected." you said as you sat down on the couch next to her.

"I know Valentine's Day can be hard. It's one of the hardest days of the year."

"Fortunately, I was able to handle it."

"My brave girl."

"Aunt Alice?" you asked after a while.

"Yes, honey?"

"Do you know the boy in curly long hair with tattoos who comes with the blonde to the café?"

"Chrissy and Eddie? Of course I do. Faithful customers from the very beginning, wonderful kids! From what I hear Eddie is single." She poked you lightly with her shoulder.

You responded only with laughter, and then you both focused on the movie that was playing on the TV. Feeling your eyelids getting heavier you got up with the intention of going to your room to finally rest. Before doing so, though, you asked if she remembered the recipe for the cookies you used to bake together before you moved out, because you felt that putting them on the menu might turn out to be a success.

Like never, you couldn't wait for Monday. Charged with positive energy, you waited impatiently for none other than Eddie to show up at the door at the same time as always. Throughout the weekend, your thoughts kept returning to your accidental Valentine's Day coffee. You wanted to be able to call it a date however in this case you were not sure, which did not change the fact that you got a little more courage and decided to do something in this direction. It may not be a big step, but you always have to start somewhere.

"What smells so good?" Chrissy asked walking up to the counter.

"The newest addition to the menu!" you replied with a wide smile. "Cookies! Would you like to try one?"

"Sure! And two coffees with it." She replied.

"In place or takeaway?"

"In place." Eddie interjected.

When they took a seat at the table you excitedly began preparing the order. As you waited for the coffee to brew you grabbed a piece of paper and began to put it together. As you walked with their order to the table your heart thudded in your chest. It was so loud that you felt like the whole café could hear it. When you placed the plate with the cookie in front of Eddie, you saw emotions flowing across his face that you couldn't quite decipher.

"No way!" he exclaimed. "Are the new cookies on the menu the ones I'm thinking about?"

"Try it and you'll find out." you said, and he immediately took a bite.

"Oh my god." he moaned in delight. "I thought I would never get to taste them in my life again, I need more, I'm begging you." Seeing and hearing his response made you beam even more. With joy you quickly ran to get two more cookies, when you returned Eddie looked as excited as a child waiting for a Christmas gift.

"Eddie is right, y/n, these cookies are delicious!" Chrissy commented. "But I'd love to know what their story is."

You were already about to reply when one of the bakers called you over to help. You apologized to them, leaving the story to Eddie, who was very eager to clue his friend in to it.

"Hey, what's this?" she asked, looking at the plate on which his cup of coffee stood. Between her fingers she grabbed a small paper heart.

"I don't know where it came from." Eddie shrugged his shoulders while biting into another cookie.

"Strange." she muttered, looking at her finding.

"Are you jealous that this little thing was on the freak's plate and not the princess' of Hawkins High?" he asked with a teasing tone.

"Shut up, dingus." she said rolling her eyes.

"Oh no, Robin's influence on you is definitely too much, you're already starting to talk like her!"

Before leaving, they stopped at the counter. Asking what else you could serve, Eddie, of course, asked for cookies to go.

"How many to pack?" you asked, feeling immense satisfaction and joy that your idea was a success.

"All of them." he replied smiling widely.

"Eddie you can't buy out all the cookies!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Watch me, Cunningham."

From that moment on, each time, strangely enough, there was always a small paper heart next to Eddie's order. At first he thought it was a mistake or a mere coincidence, but over time he knew it happened too often to be a coincidence. Even at first, when he claimed it was a mistake he didn't throw them away. He took them with him and kept them in his van, but when there were more and more of these, he decided that he would find a new place for them. He found a large jar at home, where he put them all in and placed it on the desk in his room. As the hearts filled the jar halfway, he wondered who they might be from. He sat staring at them as if the answer was about to magically appear but nothing like that happened. Analyzing the last few months and the behavior of all the people he had interacted with, he remembered how at first you had assumed in advance that he and Chrissy were a couple. You looked a bit like that, you said. Is it possible that Chrissy asked you to chuck them over? Actually, she has been acting rather strangely lately, but he didn't notice any particular signs that it was her. He always thought their relationship was platonic with a capital P, just like that of Robin and Steve. She was like a younger sister to him and he definitely didn't want to change that. He couldn't change it. On an impulse, he quickly grabbed the phone and dialed her number.

"Hello?" she said on the other side of the receiver.

"We need to talk." he said nervously.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Chrissy you know I love you...but like a sister. And even if I wanted to I couldn't do otherwise. I know what I'm saying now is painful, and I'm sorry, but friendship is the only thing I can offer you."

"Eddie, are you high?" she asked surprised by this precocious confession.

"No, why?"

"You call me in the middle of the night and say some fucked up things." she laughed. "Are you sure you didn't get the wrong number?"

"Aren't those paper hearts from you?" he asked confused.

"Of course not! Jesus, what made you think that anyway?"

"Oh my god what a relief," he breathed deeply. "I've noticed you've been acting a little strange lately so I thought, that maybe, it was the reason."

"I may indeed have someone in mind, but it's definitely not you!"

"And now I am interested... Who is it? Who is better than me?" he joked. There was silence on the other side of the phone. "Chrissy? You there?"

"It's Robin." she said finally.

"I knew it! I knew that the fact that you both suddenly couldn't meet me and Harrington on Valentine's Day for a movie marathon was no coincidence!"

"Fine! But it's not me we're talking about here now! It seems that you, Edward Munson, have a secret admirer."

"What's wrong with you dude? You look like a beaten puppy." Steve asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Eddie invited a girl to our board game night, but she couldn't come." Chrissy explained.

"What girl?" a curious Harrington pulled the subject.

"y/n, she works at the Sunflower café."

"Oh, she's cute." Eddie at that moment sent his friend a murderous look, Steve only raised his hands in a gesture of withdrawal. At the very thought that you might end up on Harrington's dating list made him sick. He didn't want you to be one of those girls who would end up with a broken heart. Or maybe he was actually afraid that you would prefer Steve and not him? Eddie saw you as an wonderful person, so he knew that even a playboy like King Harrington could easily fall in love in you and be spoons about you.

The evening didn't go the way it always did. Eddie, who was always the loudest during them, sat isolated from the whole world. Locked in his own universe he analyzed your conversation on Friday. Every move you made, every word that came out of your mouth. You had no reason to lie to him. In truth, you looked disappointed when you said that this weekend your aunt was having her medication increased and you might be needed at home in case something happened. Unfortunately, his insecurities resurfaced recalling how people every now and then had a sick aunt they suddenly had to take care of just when he proposed to meet. But after all, you were never like them. You were his friend. At least that's what he hoped.

"What if she could and didn't want to?" he asked after thinking for a while.

"Her aunt is ill, Edward. Not everything has to be a conspiracy against you, I'm sure she would be here if she could." Chrissy said in an exasperated tone and rolled her eyes.

"You are such a drama queen." Robin added. "What's that?" she changed the subject by grabbing the jar on his desk.

"Oh, we forgot to tell you that Eddie has a secret admirer!"

"No way! Show me!" shouted Steve breaking off on his feet. Munson, however, was faster and snatched the jar from Robin's hands. All three looked at each other with communicative eyes. It occurred to them that today was definitely not the time for jokes. They knew that this was one of the moments when Eddie's insecurities took over and prevented him from seeing a single ray of sunshine from behind the dark clouds.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound mean." began Steve.

"Yeah, me too." Robin added. Eddie sat on the floor leaning against the bed and held a jar in his hands. What if it was all a joke? What if someone decided to make fun of the local weirdo once again? It hurt him even more to think that, after all, you might be part of this prank too.

"They are so cute." said Chrissy pulling one heart out of the jar, leaning her head against Robin's shoulder.

"Do you want one?" she asked smiling broadly. "If I unfold them step by step I'm sure I can recreate every bend." She sent Eddie a questioning look, asking permission to destroy one of the hearts.

"Whatever." He just sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

Robin began slowly unfolding the paper when an inscription was paper appeared to her eyes. Surprised, she handed it to Steve, who sent her a puzzled look. "Was paper? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he commented. Confused, Eddie turned his gaze in their direction, seeing Steve holding a piece of paper with a note on it.

"This must be some kind of message, a clue!" exclaimed an excited Chrissy. "There must be more of these!"

"Eddie, I'm afraid we have to destroy them all." said Robin trying to hide the smile forming on her face. She knew they meant a lot to her friend, but she had a feeling that unfolding them all might be worth it. Munson, intrigued by his find, momentarily forgot his sadness and spilled the filling of the jar onto the mattress. Everyone immediately got down to unrolling. Some of the hearts were empty, and some had short messages written on them like the first one. After brainstorming, they managed to decipher the message.

if my heart was paper, I'd fold it

throw it to the wind and just hope it

ends up with you

"Oh my God, now for real, we have to find out who it is,"

"What if this is all one big joke?" asked Eddie.

"Anyway, we have to find this person. Either Eddie will find the love of his life, or we'll have a body to bury." commented Robin determined to act.

From that point on, every time, all four of them, no matter when they showed up at the café watched you closely. From time to time, they managed to spot you snatching a piece of paper from your notebook and starting to fold it in between brewing coffee. A few times they managed to catch you putting hearts on a plate right next to Eddie's coffee cup. Robin and Chrissy got so involved that they were visiting the café on their own and observing if hearts were also appearing with other customers' orders, but it wasn't happening.

"What are you doing there?" when one day Robin noticed that you were starting to fold a piece of paper she couldn't stand it and quickly ran to the counter. Panicked, you dropped the half-folded piece of paper to the floor feeling yourself start to blush.

"Uh- nothing!" you said in a strangely high-pitched tone. "W-would you like anything?" you asked stammeringly.

"More cookies." she said looking at you with suspicious eyes. This was the only day when Eddie didn't get a small addition to his order.

The next intrigue was to start sending Steve to order and receive the orders for several days in a row. The plan was simple, during this Harrington would turn on his charm and throw it straight at you to see if, in time, hearts would start showing up next to his orders too. This plan was especially hated by Eddie. Every time he saw Steve flirting with you and showering you with tons of compliments his heart burst with jealousy. He couldn't stop thinking about how much he would love to be in his shoes right now. Seeing your shy smiles when he was doing this, he wished that every one of those smiles was directed at him instead of his friend. Through it all he was forgetting about the whole affair related to the secret admirer, at that moment he didn't even care who it was, he was getting to the fact that if you weren't that person, he didn't want to know who it was. No matter how hard Harrington tried you seemed uninterested in his advances. Nor did his orders begin to receive a charming addition.

During the next meeting at Eddie's, Robin lay on the bed having the message cards spread out in front of her trying to associate the handwriting somehow, but nothing came to mind. "We should make a list of suspects." she finally said. "Think about who it could be and write it down. Babe, give me a piece of paper and a pen." After a phone conversation with Eddie, during which he suspected that Chrissy was behind everything, the two girls finally admitted that they had definitely been something more than friends for a long time.

"Eddie where do you keep your pens?" asked Chrissy looking around the room.

"Somewhere in the cabinet under the desk."

The cabinet was a chaos, you could find literally anything in there. Somewhere between guitar picks and lighters, Chrissy found some half-written, opened pen, but something else caught her attention.

"Who's this cute little guy?" she asked, pulling out a dragon-ring made of paper.

"Y/n made it the same day she shared the cookies with me," Eddie explained.

"Y/n. She made it for you?" Steve asked walking up to Chrissy wanting to get a closer look at the ring.

"Yeah, so hard to believe?" Eddie asked ironically.

"Dude." said Steve with a serious expression on his face. "She made it. Out of paper. For you. Out of paper, completely in the same way as those hearts!"

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Chrissy.

"Dingus is right!" Robin added.

"Nope, not true." Eddie denied, trying to suppress the hope that was beginning to rise in him. "She never looked at me as anything other than a friend, and it's probably the same now."

"Connect the dots Eddie! Coincidentally, on the same day they put the cookies, she gave you that day, on the menu you found a heart on the plate. So many times we've seen her fold them and place them with your orders."

"She may be doing it on behalf of someone else." he replied.

"Okay, I have an idea! Every time we place an order she writes everything down in a notebook, we need to somehow get it and compare the handwriting." Steve suggested.

"And how are you going to steal it from under her nose?" Robin asked.

"I have no idea."

"So I have a better idea."

"Where did you lose the fourth musketeer?" you asked the next day when Eddie, Robin and Steve stood in front of the counter.

"Chrissy is coming later. Actually, we're a little early. It's her birthday today and we wanted to ask if you feel like signing her birthday card?" said Robin slipping you a card. With a smile, you took it from her and wrote short wishes without sensing any trickery. When they sat down at the table everyone stared at your handwriting trying to remember what it looked like on the notes.

"I'm 98% sure it's identical," Steve said. Despite their assurances, Eddie still wasn't convinced. In the meantime, Chrissy came into the café, ordered a coffee and sat down at a table with them. The others showed her a card, which started a fierce discussion, which was interrupted by your arrival at the table. You gave everyone coffee, and additionally placed a cupcake with a candle next to Chrissy.

"Happy birthday!" you said, smiling cheerfully. "On the house."

"Oh thank you!" she said nervously not expecting it. "Why don't you join us?" she offered feeling remorseful.

"I'd love to, but I can't, I have to help out in the kitchen today."

"And what are you doing on the weekend?" asked Steve. "We're going to celebrate Chrissy's birthday at Eddie's, why don't you come over?"

"I'd love to!" you replied, and at the same time one of your co-workers called out to you. You sent them an apologetic look. "We'll talk about the details later, okay?"

"Sure!"

"What the hell man?" Eddie hissed.

"Chill out! If it turns out it's her, I've just arranged a meeting with her for you. You should be grateful!" Steve started to defend himself.

"I feel awful that we're lying to her. She brought me a cupcake! With a candle! I'm about to cry." The blonde hid her face in her hands, and Robin gently stroked her back.

In the evening, they all met in the trailer to add the last missing piece to the investigation. Eddie's heart froze when it turned out that the handwriting from the secret message was the same as the one on Chrissy's birthday card.

"Do you need more evidence, disbeliever?" asked Robin.

"N-no." he said quietly, trying to deal somehow with the storm of emotions he was feeling.

"I don't want to spoil the moment, but we have another problem." interjected Steve. "We now have to throw a fake birthday party for Chrissy."

You arrived at the trailer park moments earlier. In your hands you held a small cake that you had baked, and on the bend from your elbow hung a gift bag. You arrived at the trailer, which, according to their description, belonged to Eddie. When you knocked the first time the silence was the only answer. When you knocked a second time, no one opened either. You were slowly beginning to think you had mixed up the trailers, when finally after the third time the door was opened for you by Robin.

"y/n! Come in." she said, greeting you. "Steve and Eddie went to buy a few more things."

"Hi! Thanks again for the invitation." You entered looking around the trailer. There were a few balloons strewn across the floor, snacks and bottles of drink stood on the kitchen counter. On the walls, under a cover of colorful streamers, was a large collection of hats and mugs. You remembered Eddie telling you in high school that his Uncle always brought them back as souvenirs from new places he had been. The collection has probably grown significantly since then.

"Baby, why don't we somehow use our time together until Eddie and Steve get back from shopping?" the playful voice of Chrissy, who emerged from a room at the end of the trailer, reached you. "Ah!" she croaked upon seeing you standing in the living room. "y/n! you're early!"

"I am sorry." you said seeing how awkward she felt that you heard her proposal to Robin.

"Happy birthday! I baked a cake, I hope you like strawberries." you said, wanting to quickly change the subject.

"You baked me a cake?" she asked with the face of a sad puppy.

"I went to work a little early today to have time to deal with everything."

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed in a voice close to tears.

"D-did I do someting wrong?" you asked shocked.

"No, you did everything like the best!" she replied.

"Chrissy calm down, please."

"She baked me a cake Robin! She bought a gift! I can't handle it!" the younger girl began to panic.

"If you want to be left alone, I can leave." you said retreating to the door, which opened at the same time.

"The three of us. Out." Robin said, pointing a finger at herself, Chrissy and Steve. "You explain everything to her before Chrissy explodes." She added pointing to Eddie, with whom after a moment you were alone. He stood motionless staring at you nervously pressing his lips into a thin line.

"You know that standing still won't make you invisible right?" he only nodded in response. The next two minutes passed in complete silence.

"Sit down." He said pointing to the couch. "Before I say anything, I want you to know that I'll understand if you don't want to stay in touch with me anymore after this."

"Wha- Eddie, why?"

"Just- wait here, okay?" he asked and disappeared into the room Chrissy had left earlier. After a while, he returned holding a whole stack of crumpled pieces of paper in his hands, which you immediately recognized. Your heart beat faster. Of course, starting the whole plan you were aware that there was a possibility that you would eventually be exposed. Of course you thought about this moment every day, but now that it was happening at this exact moment you didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry!" you shouted panicked. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't, I don't know what I was thinking! Actually I do know- It's just- Oh my God- I've always liked you!" you started rambling. "Even in high school, and then- Then I moved away, but I still couldn't forget about you, then I came back to Hawkins and saw you in the café and it all came back! Everything!" you got up from the couch and started nervously walking around the room in circles. "And when you came on Valentine's Day? And you wanted me to drink coffee with you? I know you treated all that in a friendly way, but I couldn't, especially when you said you were single! When I got home after that evening I came up with this stupid plan, wanting to do something to not lose you again! Jesus- you probably think I'm an crazy idiot now, is that why you mentioned not staying in touch? Don't you want to know me anymore? I'm so-"

Before you could finish Eddie with a quick step was next to you. Second later his lips were on yours stopping your waterfall of words. When the shock wore off and you realized what was happening you threw your arms around his neck reciprocating the kiss, which didn't last too long because unintentionally a wide smile appeared on your face, which you were unable to stop.

"I had to do something to make you shut up." he whispered while stroking your cheek.

"If this is the way you have to shut me up I will become the most talkative person in the world." you replied.

"You don't even know how much I wanted it to be you." He rested his forehead against yours. Without answering you kissed him again. This time it was he who couldn't control his smile. "Since you don't hate me, can you fix the hearts? I miss them a little."

"I can make you new ones."

"How about fixing and making new ones?"

"Whatever you want."

"Guys are you alive?" Robin asked. "You guys are awfully quiet, not that we were eavesdropping..."

Before opening the door, the metalhead placed another sweet kiss on your lips and let the rest inside. Together they told you step by step how they came to all this. Steve felt extremely offended when you said that his charm completely didn't work on you, but Eddie accepted it with great relief.

"Do you want to tell me that I got up two hours early today to prepare a cake for a birthday that doesn't exist?" you asked with a serious face.

"We are so sorry! I told them that lying to you was a bad idea, but Steve's plan B was to steal the notebook you write your orders in!" explained Chrissy while hiding behind Robin. You burst out laughing unable to pretend to be angry with them any longer.

"You better keep telling me all evening that this is the best cake you've ever eaten in your life!" you said.

"Of course it's sweetheart, because it was made by the greatest girl in the whole world." said Eddie putting his arm around you. Sweetheart. You happily admitted that you would be glad to get used to such a name.

taglist: @i-me-mine

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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let me in

pairing: Jung Hoseok x Female Reader word count: 1286 warnings: angst, fluff AO3 A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

You felt really stupid.

Like really, you couldn't've come up with a better idea to confess your feelings to your long-time crush than to get pissed drunk and just blabber away?

You had a really deep hatred for your past self is what you're trying to say.

You and Hoseok had met through a mutual friend and, suffice to say, it had been love at first sight.

Well, kinda. The first time you saw him you did think he was an incredibly attractive man, but that was about it, it wasn't until you spent more time together and actually got to know each other that your feelings started forming.

You kept your feelings a secret because you didn't know if he would reciprocate and you didn't want to get your heart broken.

Your friend called you a hypocrite for this because you always would say that, when it came to situations like this, that people just needed to put on their big boy pants and confess, even if there was a possibility of being rejected, it's no better to be safe than sorry. Of which you simply shrugged and respond with 'do what I say, not what I do'.

As you and Hoseok kept hanging out with each other, the rest of your friends were there too but they didn't matter much when it comes to the important mission you had of trying to find any hints that he liked you back.

You found none. You so just thought that he liked you as a friend, something that, although a bit hurtful, you were completely okay with, you just had to keep your feelings to yourself until they disappeared, you had even installed tinder to help, not that it did much, no man there could compare to Jung Hoseok.

And then the drunk night happen.

After since then you've just been hiding in your house, refusing to leave unless necessary and not talking to anyone, your family not counting. Your friend had come to check on you on multiple days but you still refused to open the door to them.

Right now you were in the kitchen, trying to decide what you wanted to have for dinner when you suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Moving to the door you checked the peephole, ready to tell whoever it was to get lost, but the words died in your tongue at the sight. Jung Hoseok himself was at your door, and it took everything in your being to not freak out.

With another knock, you composed yourself and tried to speak in a clear tone. "Who is it?"

"Hey it's Hoseok," you saw him scratch the back of his neck through the hole. "I was wondering if I could come in and we could talk."

"U-uh n-no," you looked around your house trying to come up with an excuse. "I'm uh, my apartment is kinda of a mess right now, and I'm in the middle of cooking dinner." you wanted to hit your head against the wall so much for not being able to come up with anything better than that.

"Okay…?" oh the poor thing, he sounded confused, probably because nothing you said could justify you not opening the door said a little voice inside of your head. "Listen can you just let me in so we can talk?"

"Hum… No. Listen, it would be better if you left,"

"Seriously?" you didn't need to see through the peephole to know he had a deadpanned look on his face. "Look, I'm not leaving until we talk."

"Then you're gonna have to talk through the door, cause I'm not opening it,"

With a deep sigh, Hoseok started pacing back and forth by your door, scratching the back of his head. With another sigh he stopped and turned to the door, his head hanging low. "You're really not gonna open the door?"

Your silence was all the answer he needed. Shaking his head Hoseok took a seat on the floor, his back leaning against your door. You felt bad for doing this to him, you really did, but you also knew that a part of you wouldn't be able to deal with the inevitable rejection that awaited you.

"Listen…," he started after a long silence. "I'm not going to deny that your confession didn't come as a surprise," you nodded at his words, even though he couldn't see it. "It came out of nowhere, and I think it's because, well," Hoseok scratched the back of his head, thinking of how to say his next words, ultimately deciding that it would be better to just remove the band-aid. "I didn't really see you as more than just a friend of a friend."

You felt tears starting to prickle in your eyes, not really surprised that he never thought of you in a romantic way, but that still didn't stop the hurt as you felt your heart break.

You opened your mouth, wanting to tell him to leave and to never talk to you again, but the only sound that came out of you was a sob. You fell to your knees, silently crying as to not wanting him to know the effect his words had. You couldn't even hate him for it, you couldn't force him to fall in love with you.

"After you confessed I started thinking about every moment we've spent together," he continued. "All of them now under a new light. And I couldn't stop thinking, 'How did I never notice it before?', it seemed so obvious." You kept quiet, your mind going back and forth between wanting him to stop talking and leave, and wanting him to continue.

At your lack of a response, Hoseok kept going. "I also isolated myself during that time, kinda like you're doing, and I started thinking about…" His voice drifts off. Neither of you said a word, silence filling the space between the two, waiting for the other to say anything.

After what felt like hours, you composed yourself and took a deep breath. "Thinking about what?" you said softly.

Hoseok took a deep breath before answering. "Like a said, I didn't see as more than a friend… But I'm not gonna deny that the thought of kissing you hasn't crossed my mind, even before you confessed."

Your eyes widen at his confession, pinching yourself in the arm to make sure you were actually awake. The fact that he had had such thoughts about you filled your heart with a little bit of hope.

Without thinking twice you opened the door, doing slowly so that Hoseok would take it as a sign to stand up instead of falling on his back. Standing face to face, taking each other's appearance, you felt your throat being incredibly dry. "So," you cleared your throat. "What does this mean now?"

He scratched the back of his head once more. "Well, I can't promise that my feelings for you are at 100% right now," he took a step in your direction. "But if I'd like to let us try and see where it goes if you're willing to try."

You thought about his words, appreciating that he had been honest with you. Weighing your options, you took a deep breath and nodded in agreement, a small smile appearing on your lips.

You started playing with your fingers, not exactly sure if wanted to go through with the thought you just had. "S-So, I was thinking," you cleared your throat. "That maybe, you'd want to help make and then stay for dinner?"

Hoseok gave you one of his smiles that made your heart skip a beat and butterflies fill in your stomach. "I'd like that."

#bts #bts fanfic #bts hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok x reader #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst

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robbinggoodfellows · 2 years

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@thespacecatgirl more fluff bc i’m already sad and i don’t want to get more sad by writing angst

Russel needed an escape, a healthy one. He was sick of being trapped in his tiny dorm, tired of being kept awake by the kids in the rooms on either side of him blasting music. Russel had figured out by now how to sneak out of his dorm. He climbed down the little fire escape outside his window and jumped to the ground, leaving the bottom ladder down so he could get back in in the morning.

Russ had no idea where he was going, walking around in the crisp winter air in a t-shirt and pajama pants because he hadn’t realized how cold it was. Maybe he would see if Charlie was awake, offer him so explanation of why he was out so late because “I was just in the neighborhood” wasn’t the best excuse right now. He could go to Romans, though his friend had had a pretty bad day and Russ didn’t want to disturb him. He settled for walking to the park near St. Cassians and sitting on the swings listening to Phoebe Bridgers.

The good thing about Roman being so quiet was that he could easily sneak out of his house when needed. Tonight he was trapped in a particularly distressing family game night in which he felt that his family was neither having fun or actually playing any games, mostly just Lizzy talking about the recent drama at school and Edmund whining about how he was tired and didn’t understand the rules of Monopoly. Roman announced that he was going to bed, but instead he pushed open the window of his room and climbed out, walking down the street with no real purpose. Until he saw Russel. Or heard him perhaps. He definitely saw someone who looked a lot like Russ sitting on a swing set, though he’d never heard Russel sing before. But here he was, in the harsh yellow lighting of a street lamp, singing gently to ‘I Know The End’ by Phoebe Bridgers.

Roman leaned against the post of the swing set, not making a sound because he knew if Russ opened his eyes and saw Roman standing there he would stop singing. But Roman’s hand slipped and bumped the chain of one of the swings, causing it to sway and make noise. Russ opened his eyes and immediately saw Roman, reaching out his hand for Roman to take. “What are you doing here?” Russ asked, kissing Romans hand the way he knew Roman liked. “Needed to get out.” Roman signed. Russel laughed and nodded in agreement. “You have a beautiful voice.” Roman signed, smiling just a tiny bit when Russels face turned a bright red, “You should sing more often.” Roman added, though he certainly wasn’t one to comment on how often a person sings. “I was thinking of starting a band, actually.” Russ said studying Romans face for any hint of a reaction to that. “You should.” Roman signed, “I’ll put in earplugs so I don’t literally die from sensory issues and I’ll go to all your concerts.” He signed, making Russel blush even more. “I should go back to my dorm.” Russel said, standing up, “I’m freezing.” He laughed a bit and Roman stood up too, wrapping his jacket around Russels shoulders like boys did in the cheesy romcoms the two loved to watch and make fun of.

“Write me a song, ok?” Roman made Russel promise as they were walking back to the dorms together, to which Russ kissed him softly and smiled, replying “Anything for you.”

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

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más allá del sol // s.g

summary: three times steven almost said he loved you + the one time he did

warnings: language, donna and harrow (they are both a warning bc they suck), angst, typical canon violence, death, blood, all that fun stuff

word count: 6k

a/n: can you guys see i have a theme of naming my steven fics after songs from the show lmao listen the soundtrack slaps and every song is so fitting for the characters i don’t make the rules

[i do not give permission for my work to be reposted or translated on any other platform]

one.

Bollocks.

Steven hated being late.

Hated it with a deep-rooted, people-pleasing passion. It hardly helped that his boss was looking for any possible excuse to hang him out to dry, let alone the fact that he worked his ass off every day for a place where no one even said his name properly.

Yet, here he was, panting as if he had just run a marathon — which, let’s be honest, running from bus to bus to building through the crowded London streets? practically a marathon — for said workplace.

He was thankful he had slept well the night before or else he’d be absolutely knackered right about now, shoving his backpack into his cubby as he continuously checked his watch every three seconds, trying to make sure he was only five minutes late. Five minutes wasn’t the end of the world, it only really took him twenty minutes to fully set up the gift shop. But anything more and it would be rather noticeable — or to Donna, at least.

Somehow, through it all, Steven couldn't find it in himself to be mad or disappointed by being late. He had been so comfortable that morning; you wrapped up in his arms, all warm and tangled and smelling good. It had been instinctive of him to press that five minute snooze button – famous last words, right? – so, really, being late was his own fault.

He hoped he lasted the day with minimal struggle, but he doubted that would be the case. He could smell your shampoo on his sweater and feel your arms around his neck. It was practically torture having to work here all day with the thought that you had the day off, staying home and probably catching up on your reading.

His phone buzzed, and he glanced down at the lit up screen before tucking it into his cubby.

‘Have a great day xx already miss you’

A warmth spread through his chest at the message, lips curling upwards in a small smile. God, he really should have called in sick. He felt like a bloody idiot for being at work right now.

“Not a day to be testing my patience, Stevie,” Donna’s voice snapped him from his thoughts, tossing his phone and shutting the cubby without even answering you – Steven felt guilty for it immediately – and faced his boss.

“Bus,” Steven gave an awkward chuckle, “Bus was late, I mean.”

Donna didn’t look amused, thought, her face remaining stoic and arms crossed against her chest, “Wasn’t lookin’ for excuses,” the tone of her voice was overly condescending and Steven swore if he had it in him, he’d snap back with a retort on the spot, “Get to work, I’m not paying you to stand here like an idiot.”

Steven nodded, dipping his head and passing right by her without another word, making his way to the gift shop. The lights were still off in the museum, no one walking around other than a few janitors and tour guides making their rounds before the start of the day.

He sighed as he stepped behind the cash, shoulders slouched. Usually he didn’t mind work, he was surrounded by things he was passionate about and he’d sometimes even find time to read one of the many, many books the museum sold in the quiet periods. But today? God, he wasn’t feeling it. He really wasn’t.

“Only nine hours to go,” he muttered to himself, sticking his nametag to his chest pocket.

Nine brutal hours.

And they dragged on, and on…. And on.

When lunch break rolled around, Steven bolted out of the shop as fast as he could. It meant he was halfway through the day, only half of the day left before he got to go home, to his apartment and to you.

Plus, he was really hungry and had forgotten to make a lunch in his rush of waking up this morning, so he’d probably have to bolt to the closest Pret-a-Manger if he wanted to satisfy his grumbling stomach.

As he grabbed his jacket from the back and made his way towards the front, he stopped in his tracks when he heard the sound of your voice.

“I’m looking for Steven. Steven Grant?”

Your voice came from the direction of the security desk, making Steven completely forget about rushing to get lunch and make his way to you instead.

“Who?” J.B replied, not looking up from his phone, “I dunno a Steven.”

Steven saw the way you furrowed your eyebrows, giving the security guard a rather harsh look, before your eyes met his and lit right up.

“Hey!” you jogged over, a brown bag in hand, “You’re on your break, right? Please tell me I didn’t miss it.”

Steven felt so relieved — so thrilled to see you that a little jolt went through his chest.

“Sorry, love,” he teased, “You just missed it. Shift’s starting up again.”

Your face fell and he felt sort of bad for the joke, but he didn’t keep the façade up for too long, cracking a wide smile and muttering a small ‘only jokin’ before the relief flooded your face and your hand came up to give him a light smack on the bicep.

“Oh, that’s just mean,” you scolded playfully, “For that, I think instead I’ll go bring your lunch to the wonderful, lovely, welcoming security guard over there.”

The jest was clear in your voice, but Steven still reached out and snatched the bag away from you just in case you were being serious, “He’d probably love that, actually. But forget him, I can’t believe you brought me a lunch.”

You stepped closer, hands fixing his crooked name tag, “Course I did. I saw yours sitting on the counter and it’s been out of the fridge so long it’s not good anymore. So, here,” you opened the bag, two sandwiches wrapped up in tinfoil sitting inside, “Grabbed these on my way over.”

Steven’s heart — for the third time since you had arrived less than a minute ago— swelled in his chest. The fact that you had thought of bringing him a lunch, knowing he didn’t have his, was a feeling Steven didn’t quite know how to put his finger on. The fact that you cared enough to go out of your way, bringing two sandwiches to have lunch with him.

On your day off.

“You…” he was at a loss for words. Which he thought was quite silly, really. It was just a lunch. Well, for most people it was probably just a lunch. But Steven didn’t have anyone taking care of him, didn’t have anyone who’d willingly go out of their way to make sure he was okay. Hell, half the people he knew didn’t even care enough to remember his name.

But here you were.

“I can’t believe you did this,” he let out a small laugh, shaking his head, “I love—,” he cut himself off, eyes widening as he pretended to clear his throat, “I love sandwiches. How’d you know?” An awkward chuckle left his throat.

Nice save, moron.

“It’s nothing,” you grinned, linking your fingers with his, “Now are we going to stand around for the next hour or go outside and have lunch together?”

Steven shook his head, still a little baffled by the fact that he had been right about to say the big three words that shouldn’t be dropped casually like that. Gosh, what would have happened if he did?

His heart was racing, blinking rapidly as he looked over at you and tried to clear his internal monologue, “Yeah, course. Let’s go eat outside. Nice day?”

You nodded, completely unaware of the little storm brewing in his head, “Lovely. Nice breeze. Glad it’s warmer than this morning.”

“Hm,” Steven replied absentmindedly, not even remembering what the weather had been that morning. He knew he brought a jacket, so he guessed it must have been chilly. But quite honestly, that was at the very bottom of his list of worries at the moment and his mind was so filled with the idea of you that he probably wouldn’t have been able to recall what day it was if someone asked.

You two had been dating for coming on four months now — should you guys have said the L word by now? Was that something that had to be said early on? Later on?

Blimey, Steven didn’t do this dating thing often and it was leaving him utterly clueless. He didn’t want to scare you off with saying something like that so suddenly, but at the same time, he wanted you to know how he felt about you. How serious he was about this blossoming relationship.

What he would leave out, however, was how he couldn’t stop thinking of you. Of the way your eyes would crinkle at his jokes, your laugh sounding throughout the room and the way his heart would stutter because no one has ever thought he was funny before. The way you’d link your hand with his and rest your head on his shoulder during movie nights, rendering Steven slightly distracted.

He loved touch — it was his love language. He knew that, you knew that. He had gone so, so long without someone in his life to hold him and care for him, he truly couldn’t get enough of that from you. And call him selfish all you want, he was going to hold that in his life for as long as he could.

“D’you want ham or salami?”

Steven hadn’t even noticed you guys were outside of the museum until now. Way to get carried away in his thoughts, huh?

“I’ll take salami.”

two.

The rain was so loud.

So, so loud.

The pattering against the window dragged Steven from his sleep, a deep slumber that he was hoping would last longer considering it was his day off. A day off that he hoped would be spent lounging around in sweatpants, snacking with you and catching up on rest after an exhausting week.

But no, the rain was acting like a blaring alarm clock that no doubt would keep him awake now. It was hard falling back asleep after being startled out of it, everyone knew that.

The rain echoed though the apartment and Steven wondered if it was this loud for everyone in the apartment. Sometimes he cursed the attic apartment, the insulation really just wasn’t up to par.

So he laid there, trying his best to keep his eyes shut as he reached over into the cold bed—

Wait, why was the bed cold?

Steven reached over, arm splaying across the spot where you had fallen asleep. Except instead of finding you, his hand found bedsheets that lacked warmth.

“Love?”

He struggled to open his eyes — it was so dark in the apartment, bloody hell, what time was it? — but he rubbed his hand over them and squinted, as if he’d be able to see a little better that way.

There was no light coming in from around the curtains, signalling that it was probably way earlier in the morning than Steven even wanted to think about.

The little clock flashing 2:46A.M next to him confirmed that very theory.

“Hello?”

His voice was groggy and full of sleep, but it seemed to have caught your attention. From the other side of the room, huddled on the couch with a blanket and a book in your hands, Steven found you.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked, still squinting. It was awfully dark in the room, but for someone who had just woken, it was still too bright. His eyes hurt. He just wanted to grab your hand and drag you back into bed.

“Oh, Steven, I’m so sorry, did I wake you?” your voice was so quiet as you closed the book, shoving the bookmark Steven got you from the museum between the pages. He knew you loved bookmarks — dog-earing a book was your biggest red flag, you had said.

He shook his head, tossing the blanket off of him and making sure he was awake enough to walk before he made his way to the couch, “No, no, the rain did. But then I just — I couldn’t feel you next to me.. Why are you even awake? What are you doing?”

As he got closer, he saw that you were sitting curled up into a ball and that was when Steven noticed the hot pack on your lower abdomen.

“Ah,” he said, “Rough night?”

You let out a small laugh, nodding your head and scooting over so he could sit next to you. Which he did.

It felt good to feel your warmth next to him again. As he looked you over, he noticed the sweater you were wearing.

His sweater.

God, Steven swore he was about to die on the spot. You were wearing his sweater. The baggy one with the cuff sleeves, knitted dark blue and slightly worn out from years of wearing it.

“My sweater,” he said, mouth feeling slightly dry, “You’re wearing it.”

You looked down at yourself, a shy smile on your lips as you looked up at him, “Yeah, sorry. It’s comfortable. Smells like you.”

He was actually about to have a heart attack.

He got it now, why guys would always say they liked when their girlfriends wore their clothes. Seeing you in the oversized jumper was quite possibly the cutest thing Steven had ever seen. He’d gladly, willingly lend you his entire closet for the rest of your life if this was what he got to see every day.

He didn’t speak up for a while, too flustered, so you were the one who broke the silence, “Didn’t mean to wake you, though, so I’m sorry about that.”

He shook his head to ground himself and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer while making sure you remained comfortable, “None of that. You didn’t wake me, but even if you did, if you’re not feeling well, you can always wake me up. I’m here to help.”

You snuggled your head into the crook of his neck, which Steven took as a happy, appreciative gesture, and sighed, “Go sleep.”

“No,” he said softly, your hair tickling the underside of his jaw, “We’re both awake now.”

You let out a small laugh, “Are you? Are you actually awake?”

He wasn’t. Not really. His body, his heart, might want to stay up with you and chat the night away while helping you feel better, but his mind was still half asleep, tucked under the blankets and resting on the pillow.

“Not really,” his admitted, eyes fluttering shut as he lay there, “Bring the hot pack to bed, love. We’ll go lie down, yeah? Probably more comfortable than this soddy old couch.”

Even you had to admit that was true. You loved every bit of Steven’s apartment, you really did, but this couch felt like it was at least thirty years old and had been used by dozens of people beforehand. It was fine for a movie night and some sitting, but sleeping? Not likely.

“Sounds good,” you nodded, pulling away from him and holding the hot pack to your stomach, under his sweater, as you made your way back to the bed, Steven following in tow.

He was glad to be back under the covers, under the cocoon of warmth, with your body back by his side.

“I’d much rather be here anyways,” he helped get you comfortable, bundling you up and feeling to make sure your hot pack was still at a good temperature, “With the girl I lo—,”

He cut himself short, sentence dying before it could be finished.

Goddamn it, Steven.

You really always pick the worst times to almost say the word.

“—The girl I love… to be in bed with. Yeah.”

Terrible save, weird thing to say.

But you had seemed to not even hear him, thank the heavens.

You were too busy trying to find a comfortable position, linking your legs with his and tossing around on the pillow to hear him. Which, for once, he thought was a blessing.

“Sorry?”

Steven was not going to repeat the same sentence, so he opted to say, “Just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

You nodded, he could tell through the dark. Now that his eyes had adjusted a bit more, he could see the outline of your body and your eyes looking over at him, a sleepy, dazed look in them.

“I’m alright,” a small smile was on your lips as you moved closer to him, hand intertwining with his under the blankets, “Let’s sleep, yeah? Three o’clock is the witching hour anyways. We don’t need to be awake for that.”

Steven let out a small chuckle, now eyeing the clock that read 2:54A.M.

Almost three o’clock, just like you had said.

“Gotta hurry and sleep before they start crawling around the room,” he slowly closed his eyes, nudging closer to you, “The witches, I mean. They’re going to crawl around, right? Is that what they do during witching hour?”

You let out a laugh; a real, genuine laugh. One that made you cover your mouth with your hand as you rolled over to hide in his shoulder — one that caused Steven’s brain to short-circuit.

“I don’t know, is it? Is that what you imagine witches do in their free time?”

Steven shrugged, not even thinking about anything other than the way the sound of your laugh made him feel all fuzzy on the inside.

“Dunno,” the smile on his face was so wide, he swore his cheeks would split open, “Maybe.”

Your laughter had begun to die down, against Steven’s wishes that it would never end, and silence fell over the room once again. Your fingers were rubbing slow circles on his skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over his arms.

He was absolutely smitten, it was insane.

“Night, Stevie,” you teased, pressing a kiss to the point where his jaw met his neck, “Sleep well.”

He let out a content hum, leaning over and placing his lips to your temple, ignoring the little nickname and focusing on the smell of your shampoo and the way your skin felt against his.

“Goodnight, love.”

three.

“I don’t think this is the right one.”

“You’re sure? It’s the same as the picture,” Steven replied, glancing down at the recipe before looking back up at the thing you held in your hand, “It’s the same brand, I mean.”

“Yeah, but this says confectioner’s sugar,” you pointed to the bag in your hand and then down to the recipe, “We need granulated.”

Steven looked at the bag you held in your hand — the one that indeed says confectioner’s sugar.

What the difference was, he didn’t know. He wasn’t much of a baker. But you were, which is why you guys had ended up at the grocery store at nearly eight o’clock in the evening, picking up ingredients for cupcakes. You had found the recipe online nearly an hour ago and the determination had struck you like a rocket — so you dragged Steven away from the book he was reading and brought him down to help you find what you needed.

“Right,” Steven nodded, “Gotcha. So where’s the one that we do need?”

You placed the bag back on the shelf, eyes scanning the one right below, where the proper sugar was located.

“Here,” you tossed the bag into the trolley, “What’s next on the list?”

Steven almost didn’t hear you, looking over your outfit quickly before his eyes darted back to the paper in his hand. You were wearing his shirt again, and it was the most distracting thing in the world.

He had mentioned he liked when you wore his clothes that night when you wore his sweater, so you did it a lot more often now. Wearing his shirts to bed, his sweaters when you were chilly. He adored it more than he could say.

“Uh—,” he tried to find where he left off, shaking his head, “We need the sprinkles.”

You grinned, “The best part.”

Steven laughed at your giddy optimism, the way your eyes lit up at the mention of sprinkles. The way you grabbed his hand and walked him down the aisle to where the sugary sweets were located.

There was no doubt in his mind that touching your was his absolute favourite thing. The way your fingers linked with his sent tingles across his entire body. He wondered if you knew the kind of power you held over him.

“Look at all the types of sprinkles they have,” you eyes the shelves; rainbow, chocolate, the tiny metallic ball ones, funky-shaped ones. So many options, Steven knew you’d get more than one kind.

“We should get two different ones,” you started eyeing them more closely as if the art of picking the right sprinkle was the most important thing in the world at the moment.

He was right.

“I’ll let you decide, love. You’re the one with the sweet tooth,” he nudged your shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows. He wasn’t necessarily lying — you did like a good sugary treat every now and then. However, so did Steven. He’d be kidding everyone if he said he hadn’t taken one of those corny little jelly scorpion packets home with him one night to munch on.

“We’ll go with these two,” you picked the rainbow ones and the chocolate ones, grinning as you tossed them into the trolley, “That should be all, yeah?“

He eyed the list once more, a giddy feeling washing over him when he saw that, indeed, that was the last ingredient on the list. Now that meant that you two would finally get the chance to go back to his flat, toss on some jammies and comfy clothes, and get baking.

So you went to pay, and hopped back over to Steven’s flat — just a few minutes walk — with your grocery bag in hand. The sun was set, street lights flickering as you made your way back home.

Home.

Funny, calling it that. It was Steven’s apartment, absolutely. But the fact that you were there with him, filling the space with your warmth and laughter; that’s what made it home.

And he loved that. He loved you. And god, he wanted to say it.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

You had unpacked everything, thrown on a pair of fuzzy socks, and taped the recipe to the cupboard so you could follow it more closely. The kitchen wasn’t huge, but it had enough counter space for you to lay out every ingredient as well as the little muffin-tray.

He didn’t use the kitchen much, but he’d use it every day with you if he could. Baking, cooking — they’d both be so much better with you.

“You wanna help?” you faced him, cheeky grin on your face, “Or you just gonna sit there and stare at me?”

Steven felt the tips of his ears get warmer, “I mean, you’re so nice to look at,” and he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist, “But I’ll help out.”

Your skin was soft as his fingers danced along the waistband of your sweatpants. Steven used to be so incredibly shy about touching you, wanting to make sure you were comfortable and okay with everything. And once he found out you were, he couldn’t stop. He’d find any excuse he could to have his hands on yours, to play with your hair, to place gentle kisses along you shoulders.

He felt you turn around in his grasp, wiggling around so you could race him fully before you turned your chin upwards, pressing your lips to his for a quick moment. He felt his knees weaken, his heart start beating wildly.

He could kiss you forever. He really could. He could spend days, months, years, like this. Wrapped up with you, intimate and close. He really wanted this forever.

And it felt like a good time to say he loved you, it really did.

But you cut him short, pulling your lips away and spinning around, grabbing the bag of flour and holding it up.

“Ready for a mess?”

one.

Chaos.

There was so much chaos.

And it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

It was so fast, so soundless. The fighting, the way Steven had charged nearly halfway across the damn city to find you, where Harrow was now holding you.

It wasn’t meant to happen like this.

You weren’t supposed to get involved.

Hell, Steven himself didn’t want to get involved. But life had a funny way of dragging good people into bad things, didn’t it?

It had happened suddenly — that night that Steven was working inventory, you had stopped by to bring dinner and cupcakes from your baking extravaganza the night before. You had stopped by, bringing corny jokes to keep him company, when shit hit the fan.

It started with the jackals, nearly ripping the life out of the both of you before Steven had changed before your very eyes. And that’s how you had met Marc. And Khonshu.

And that’s also how you had ended up here, a few days later, in Egypt, with Steven’s eyes landing on the sight of Harrow’s dirty hands on your skin. The soft skin that Steven loved so much — the way your fingers danced across his arms under the bedsheets, or the way they tangled in his hair while you kissed him.

He hated, absolutely hated, that Harrow was holding you. Because Steven knew exactly what would come next. He had seen what happened when Harrow touched people.

“She’s nice,” the low voice met Steven’s ears and his blood felt like it was freezing in his veins, “Wonder if you’ll get to keep her around.”

He was beginning to panic and it wasn’t helping him one bit, “You need to let her go. Please.”

The look in your eyes, the pleading, helpless look was making bile rise in Steven’s throat. Because he knew there was nothing he could do. Harrow had too many men, too many brainless, willing soldiers to carry out whatever deed it was that he was going for.

If Steven did anything, risked any subtle movements or tried to fight back, Harrow would have you on the ground before anyone could say a word.

Fucking hell, Khonshu had been entombed at the worst possible time.

“Ammit doesn’t pick and choose who gets judged,” Harrow turned to you, and Steven swore his lungs were about to give in. His chest… it felt like it was caving in. Was it? He had to reach his hand out and touch to make sure he was still standing and breathing because hell, the stabbing pain, the sting of absolute anguish was so real, and so so painful, he felt as if he were the one standing in your place.

Steven expected Harrow to pull judgement, to hold your hands until the scale on his arm landed on a colour — green, preferably — but that wasn’t what happened.

In a movement so quick it almost didn’t register, Harrow pulled out a knife and plunged it straight into your abdomen.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry out. You didn’t even move, really.

But Steven heard it. The small gasp, the sharp intake of air as the knife cut through flesh. The way that your eyes widened, looking down with your jaw hanging open, almost as if you didn’t really believe the pain that you were feeling.

“No,” Steven’s voice was choked, the word not coming out fully — more of a mix between a cry and a scream.

Harrow let go of you, letting you stumble and fall to your knees as you lost your balance.

With all the might he could possibly muster, Steven ripped his arms free from Harrow’s men, ready to take whatever beating they’d throw his way, and crawled his way over to you.

His knees scraped against the cobblestone, hands scabbed and hair sticking to his face, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the way you looked at him — eyes glossy and lips trembling.

Your hands were on the knife.

“No,” he placed his hands atop yours. His shaking hands. “Don’t — no, don’t take the knife out, love,” his voice was shaky, panicky, it almost didn’t even sound like himself, “Oh, god, oh god—,”

“Steven?” your voice was quiet, somewhere distant over the sound of his own heartbeat hammering in his ears, “Steven, I don’t feel it.”

“What?” he snapped back to you, eyes having trouble staying locked on yours as they kept darting back to your abdomen. Blood. There was so much blood.

Steven didn’t have a problem with blood, not really. But seeing yours? It made him want to vomit. It made him want to rip his own hair out of his head in frustration, in dread. It made him want to stop breathing. And that’s about what he did.

“That’s not a good sign, is it?” a weak laugh escaped your lips, “That I don’t feel it.”

He didn’t want to be here. You weren’t supposed to get involved. You weren’t supposed to be the one tangled in his mess, dying for his mistakes.

“Thats — isn’t that a good thing?” he tried to reassure you, nearly failing as his throat began to close up, “That you, oh god — that you don’t feel it. Means it’s not that bad.”

His hand was placed over the injury, trying to avoid moving the knife. His hand was sticky, warm, disgusting. His eyes were starting to sting too, tears brimming. He didn’t want to cry, didn’t want you to see him like this when he was trying so damn hard to save you, to make sure you felt safe.

You stumbled back, landing in his arms, legs beginning to give out.

Fuck, fuck, you were beginning to pale.

“Hey, hey,” he hated the weight in his arms. Normally he loved holding you close, feeling you in his embrace, but at the moment, he hated it. Hated the weight, hated how you were laying there with your eyes looking up, lips chapped and hands shaking.

“Hey, keep your eyes… keep them on me, love,” he was struggling, “You’re okay, yeah? We made plans, remember? You’re — no, you’re not bailing on me, that’s not… that’s not nice, is it?”

You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you let out a small, breathy laugh, “S’pose not.”

“Then you’ve really got to keep your eyes on me,” his own hands were shaking as he cupped the underside of your jaw, turning your head to face him. Your eyes. The eyes usually so bright, full of light and love and joy, were looking up at him as if he was the last thing you were going to see.

“I don’t want to die,” your voice sounded gravelly, a tear running down your cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut, “I have so much — we have so many things to do together.”

And that’s when Steven broke.

He let out a sob, bringing your body closer to his. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t focus on anything other than you. The life that was leaving you. The life that you were supposed to share together.

You had only been together a few months, but Steven knew you were the one.

It wasn’t fair.

“Steven,” your hand rested against his cheek, fingers cooler than they should be, shakier than he’d like, “I’m okay, right?”

“Yeah,” God, he didn’t sound convincing in the slightest, speaking through harsh sobs and sniffles, “You’re okay, love. You’re okay. I… I’ve got you.”

Steven realized then that you guys were alone. Harrow and his men were long gone, and he couldn’t find it in him to give a shit as to where.

“Okay,” you nodded, lips pale as your eyes started to get heavy, “I’m going to rest. Just for a second.”

Steven’s heart cracked in two. No, scratch that. His heart fucking imploded. Completely caved in on itself. Brought his entire chest crashing down with it.

“You…” Steven knew he couldn’t do anything. That there was no saving you. No preventing the inevitable. There was no one around to save you, no one to call out to. “Okay, love. You can rest.”

His throat felt like it was burning, and he didn’t think it would ever truly recover. He had never cried this hard, never even thought one could feel this type of pain and survive.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to rest,” you repeated, “You’ll stay with me, yeah?” Your voice was so distant, your lips barely moving. He could barely see you through the bluriness of his eyes, his cheeks wet with hot tears.

He brought his sleeve up, rubbing his eyes to at least give him proper vision. He wanted to see you. Even if this was the last time he’d get to, the last time he’d see your lips move and your eyes flutter, he wanted to see you.

Fuck, he loved you.

“I love you.”

He said it. He finally said it. And it didn’t even matter. He should have said it ages ago, when he would have had the chance to see your face light up and hear you say it back. He should have said it when you brought him lunch, or when you smeared that icing across his nose while baking cupcakes, or even when he saw you all dolled up for your first date together. Because he felt it then. The love.

And now he was saying it way too late.

But the corners of your lips turned up into a faint smile, eyes meeting his, before he heard a breath leave your body and all movement went still.

He froze.

“Hey,” he shook you, “Hey, wake up.”

Your eyes stared off, unfocused and dazed. They were looking in his direction but they weren’t looking at him.

He had lost you.

“No, hey,” he was harsher this time, hands grasping your shoulders, not even worried about agitating the injury. He just wanted to see a reaction, see life. “No more resting. This — no, please, this isn’t funny.”

He knew nothing would come.

But he continued to sit there, shaking you, rattling you, pressing kisses against your cold forehead as if he’d get a fairytale ending.

For hours he sat there, crying until his throat was raw and his eyes were so swollen he could barely see. Holding you close to him, your once warm, soft body, now cold and limp in his arms.

This, Steven thought, was the worst pain anyone could go through. Losing a loved one right in front of your very eyes was at the top of the list. And something that Steven never thought he’d experience.

He never thought he’d have love.

But he found it. Found it in the shape of you, a whirlwind of happiness and optimism, with a passion for reading and snuggling under blankets. With a love for rain, a love for baking the night away and dancing in the kitchen while you thought no one was watching.

A love for Steven. The man who you had loved ever so deeply but have never told him, the fear that he didn’t feel the same almost too strong. Because you didn’t want to lose him. Hadn’t wanted to lose him.

He pressed his lips to yours, the coldness startling him away before he could properly give you a final kiss.

“I love you.”

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astranva · 3 years

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happy new year and not to be annoying, just asking for a crumb of florist Harry, the resolution blurb melted my heart :(

How You Sound

Word Count: 1.2k

Category: angst-ish and fluff

Warning: one swear word?? or two??

Summary: Florst!Deaf! Harry wishes he could know how Y/N sounds.

happy new year, lovie! here's something more than a crumb xx

Italics denotes sign language--specifically BSL.

Sweet Stems

Harry was thankful that he was healthy. No broken bones, no weekly or monthly hospital visits. Yes, he was Deaf but he was healthy, and he was glad it wasn’t a result of a traumatic accident.

He has never heard any sound so it wasn’t anything new. He couldn’t miss something he never had, and he was fine with it.

His love for flowers and everything blooming didn’t need any hearing or listening to do—you could love flowers with every sense available to you and it wouldn’t make them any less beautiful.

He was fine with how things were, and you knew that.

Until one day.

You had gone to visit him at his flower shop, an eager smile on your face as you anticipated his. The fact that his dimple would greet you with gleeful, twinkling eyes made your heart race every single time.

Lunch was packed in your hands as you opened the door to his store, smiling at Maggie.

“Hey, Maggie!” You greeted the short woman, throwing her a wave, “How are you?”

“I’m doing fine, love, how are you?” She smiled as she stood on a brown ladder, positioning some pots on a top shelf.

You nodded, “Great,” you held up one lunch bag, “I got you a sandwich.”

“You’re an angel, has anyone told you that?”

“No, but keep talking,” you joked, putting the two bags down on the cashier register table before looking around, “Where’s Harry?”

“At the back,” Maggie pointed, “Some soil work.”

“I’ll go see him.”

You walked to the back where Harry’s small greenhouse was, with a pep in your step.

There he was, inside with the glass separating you, oblivious to your presence as he was too engrossed in spritzing some plants with a pink sweater and black corduroy pants underneath the green apron he was wearing.

You approached him, carefully and gently tapping his shoulder to alert him of your presence.

Harry turned, his concentrated face softening to a smile before he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your head once you were against his chest.

You looked up, smiling as you both leaned, giving each other a sweet greeting kiss. Harry pecked you twice on the lips after, noticing the way your shoulders seemed to shake as your face beamed at him and he could only guess that you were giggling.

“How are you?” You signed.

He nodded, leaning in again to kiss your cheeks.

Harry was in love, it was a no-brainer, and he was an affectionate lover whose primary love language was physical touch. Every other day was fine, but even he was unsure as to why he felt the need to sigh in frustration when he had to unwrap his arms from around you so he could sign to you.

“You look beautiful,” he signed, “Are these new?” He touched your earrings, his lips stretching into a smile as your own as you nodded.

“I got you a sandwich and juice,” you signed.

He hummed in gratitude, taking it as an excuse to leave a kiss on your lips as a way of thanking you.

“Give me a minute,” Harry signed, putting up one finger before he turned back around and carried a pot of a plant before moving around his safe place, reorganizing some of their places.

If he hadn’t turned to glance at you, he would’ve missed it.

You were laughing, wrinkles by your eyes and mouth open as you did while you faced the silly poster he had stuck on the note board, reading the joke he had giggled at 3 years ago.

What did the girl flower say to the other girl flower? You grow, girl!

It was a silly joke—one that only someone with a broken sense of humor would laugh at—but it made you laugh and it made Harry stop and stare.

Fuck, he wished he could hear that.

It wasn’t the first time that Harry found himself wondering how you sounded; it was a recurring thought since the very first moment he met you, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing out at the sound of your laughter.

Or your giggle.

Fuck him, how did you sound when you said his name?

You noticed his dazed look, and even though his eyes were set on you, you knew he was thinking about something else.

Harry seemed to snap back to it when you started walking towards him with the softest and sweetest smile on your face that had him swooning and falling in love all over again.

He wasn’t sure why the thought started becoming more and more prominent in his mind, but he would go through a hundred scenarios of “what if” as he saw you do the most mundane things; talking on the phone, greeting a shop’s owner as you both held hands and walked, laughing, giggling, and talking as you signed to him.

There was nothing he could do, but he couldn’t be blamed for thinking how it must feel like to hear how his love sounded like.

It was one night as you both cuddled on bed that you knew about his thought.

He was mindlessly playing with your hair, eyes on the ceiling. You turned and sat on your stomach, noticing that Harry seemed to be too into his head to look at you.

You tapped on his chest, catching his attention. You furrowed your eyebrows questioningly, silently asking him what was up.

He shook his head at you with a small smile, reaching to caress your face softly.

“Tell me,” you mouthed.

He gave you no reply for a few seconds, only looking at your lips as his thumb softly grazed your cheek.

“How do you sound?” He signed and mouthed the words.

Your eyebrows shot up surprisingly, chuckling as you gave him a shrug.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know,” you signed, “Nothing special.”

“Bullshit,” he said loudly with a smile, making you laugh and shrug.

“I really don’t know,” you enunciated.

But Harry didn’t laugh, and you knew him better to know that the smile he gave you wasn’t one of happiness or contentment.

“What’s on your mind?” You signed, tapping on his temple with a small smile.

He blinked twice at you as he took a deep breath in before letting it out. “I wish I could hear how you sounded.”

You had nothing to say, but you understood and he knew you did.

“I wish I could hear you say my name. Your name. I love you,” Harry signed, “Your laugh probably sounds like heaven.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly with a bashful smile, chuckling when Harry reached forward to squeeze your cheeks with his hand, shaking his head at you as to tell you to not do that.

“I’m serious,” he signed, “How do I sound?”

The bright smile that beamed on your face told Harry that he was in for a cheeky comment and he was right.

“Hot,” you signed, giggling along when Harry did, too. “You sound beautiful.”

“Don’t lie.”

You crossed your heart. “No lie. Your voice is my favorite sound.”

He smiled appreciatively, tilting his head at you as if to see you better.

“I wish I can say the same,” he signed.

“I’m sure you can find something else to love about me,” you signed, before adding, “Right?”

“You,” Harry signed, “I love you.” He signed and said, moving both hands to cup your face.

“I love you.”

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anothanobody · 3 years

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Lost

Osamu Miya X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hook up, Slow Sex, Creampie, Mentions of divorce, Mentions of Marriage, Unrequited Love.

Characters: Timeskip! Osamu Miya

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I was thinking about doing a part 2, but no so sure tho. I hope you enjoy it, thank you for reading in advance! English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammatical error.

[Masterpost] - [Masterlist]

[Promise Pt.2]

[Relief Pt. 3]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

You and Osamu were friends for years, you’d dare to say you were best friends. And honestly he’d say the same. You were a year younger than him, you had skipped a year of school, and you two met in high school, clicking together almost instantly.

You were not so sure after how much you started to see him in a different light but for him it never happened, he kept seeing you as his best friend. Never once changing or behaving in another way, not even when Rin or Atsumu had tried to fake hitting on you to make him react in any way.

But he didn’t. He was attracted to another girl, you had no idea of who she was till they started dating, your heart breaking into pieces every time you saw them together, seeing her in the place you wanted to be but kept being happy for them, he was Osamu after all, you love him more than anything, you would spare anything to see him happy.

So you went years and years seeing him apparently reaching that happiness, you had put boundaries though, not being able to go to their wedding two years ago.

It hurt you not being there for him after you listened to his voice on the phone being genuinely sad. But you were going to break down if you saw him say ‘I do’ to someone else, so you made up an excuse of a family member being in the hospital.

After that, things were the same, you two just cut the majority of your time together and rightfully so, he had a wife now and that was not you. You knew it was toxic how you couldn’t seem to let go of him or those feelings even when married, you were just asking to get hurt at one point sooner or later.

You were there for him through everything, through his high school shenanigans, through the high school games, the injuries, the victories, the losses, graduation, when he came up with the idea of Onigiri Miya, you were the one who helped him design the interior, to the way the menus were done, you were just there never asking anything back if not his continuous presence.

And you are here beside him even now, as he had finalized his divorce a month ago, leading to you having to be there with a movie marathon every time you could. With him being clingier than usual, hiding and comforting himself in your familiar warmth, one that he didn’t even find in his wife.

He wholeheartedly appreciated you, you were the only person he felt always secure and loved, he felt the same unconditional love but always believed it was not in a sexual way. Right now, instead he just wanted that, he wanted you to help him forget, to help eliminate every trace of the woman he loved.

He was an asshole, risking you and your entire friendship and he knew it at the moment he had initiated the kiss, catching you completely off guard, convinced that if you didn’t want it you would just stop.

But what he didn’t know was how long you had waited for this, how long you waited for him to finally see you, to see you as a woman, to see you in more than a platonic way and instead of stopping you were just kissing him back as hungrily as he was.

Your gut feeling was telling you to stop, to not ruin shit, but you wanted to enjoy this, you wanted him so you just followed his actions, as he picked you up from the couch, your make out session never stopping till you reached his bedroom, laying you down on the mattress gently, as you both couldn’t separate from each other.

His hands going underneath your t-shirt, exploring and tracing your body, his fingers stopping at the band of your pants, before detaching himself from your lips, panting you two looked at each other.

“This won’t change anything right?” He whispered, shaking, almost in hesitation and fear that everything would be ruined.

You heart felt like splitting at the question you didn’t respond to and instead resumed the kiss hungrily, he could do nothing but push your pants down, stripping himself down and then you.

You both were completely bare in front of each other, he stood up straight in between your knees, looking at you, at how beautiful you were, how your eyes were welling up with tears at the lust, but were like that for the pain.

He could admire you all day if he could and you could do the same.

Looking at the broad shoulders, his wide chest, the tracing of his abs and how they were covered by his cock, standing proud in between your legs, the vein on the side, the slight curve and the angry red tip in need to be buried inside your cunt.

One of his hand rested on top of your thigh, the other guiding himself at the entrance of your pussy, rubbing his dick in your folds, the squelching sound of your wetness bringing pride in him, how you were worked up for him, how he enjoyed teasing you by just rubbing your clit, seeing you squirm around till he had enough himself and pushed his cock finally in you.

Whimpers escaping your mouth at the stretch at how he was splitting you in two, he groaned at the feeling of your warm count, how tight and perfect you were for him, how your walls hugged him and fit him like no other.

He leaned down, his chest squishing against yours as he resumed the kiss, while getting used to you.

When he started to move, moans were swallowed by your mouths, face scratching up in pleasure. His thrusts were slow and deep, touching every part inside of you, rubbing exactly the spots needed.

It felt all sensual, romantic you would call it and it just added to the pain that he was probably still looking at you with the eyes of a friend. You don’t do this with your best friend, you could never have such comfort and such a deep connection to be able to do this, this was different, he was making love to you.

The two of you looked at each other again, the same lust and love on both of your sets of eyes but this time you saw a shift in his, something was off now.

Before you could process it, he turned you around on the sheets, your face on the soft pillows as his thrusts kept going from behind, the sounds of his thighs clapping against your ass, your moans and his groans filling the room completely, sounds of love. Your hands went to grip the sheets, his mouths leaving kisses and marking your back as his hands found yours, intertwining your fingers from the back of your hands.

Your high was approaching, his as well, his thrusts started to go faster, faltering and sloppily hitting your skin, both of your hands gripping on the other even tighter than before, as you came, clamping down on him you felt him release all his seed in you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides, leaving his mark and scent.

His face resting on your shoulder, both of you panting for air as he kept plugging your entrance to not let his seed spill.

You looked up as your vision started to clear from the eye rolling orgasm and there was something that made your breath hitch completely, feeling and drowning in pain and hurt.

Humiliation even, because holy shit you thought you finally had your chance but no, you never did.

His lost gaze, the way he would avoid your face and the ring on his finger, you did not see until now, was what made you want to heavily sob and muffle the sounds in the pillow.

He left a kiss on your shoulder as he got up. “I’ll take a cloth, wait for me” he said in the most loving tone, pulling up his pants, he walked away but you did not waste the chance to get up and search for any clothes really.

You ended up with his t-shirt and frantically pulling up your panties and the plaid pajama pants you had on before. Tears rolling down your face, eyes burning at the feeling and your entire figure shaking. You walked out of the door, heading to the living room where you should have stayed, took your phone, wallet and keys, put on your shoes and were ready to walk out but his hand on your wrist stopped you.

“Y/N wait! Where are you going?” He asked in concern. You got your wrist out of his grasp feeling disgust at the ring that adorned his finger.

“What did you think? That everything was just going to be the same after that?” You asked in a low sad tone, voice cracking but you still had your back to him.

“I thought we agreed on nothing would change-“

You chuckled, sarcastically laughed as you turned around, tears kept spilling out without control. “No we did not. I could never look at you the same way and you wouldn’t know how to either. Let’s not lie to each other, Samu.” You said, his chest filling with worry and fear as he saw your state.

His hand tried to reach your face but was stopped by words that felt like infinite stabs in his chest. “Don’t touch me please.” You sobbed out, wiping away the tears as much as you could.

“Why didn’t you stop if you knew how this would have turned out? Y/N, I can’t lose you.” He said, his eyes welling up with tears too.

“Because I thought you finally saw me as something more than a friend, as someone who could give you love, I just wanted that so bad I risked it, but you didn’t see me, Samu, didn’t you?” You let out with a painful light laugh, as he looked away in shame as a tear rolled down. “You tried to find her in me, that’s why you were avoiding looking at me, turning me around, closing your eyes so tightly, like you were committing the worst of sins.” It was so painful to admit it out loud. Worse to be proven right.

“It’s my fault though, I kept going, I guess. I led the idea that things wouldn’t be different when it was inevitable they would have.” You said, but he was stubborn and couldn’t lose you, you were the most important person to him, you were there, you were supposed to be beside him forever.

“We can forget about this, okay? We can just sleep on it. You take the bed, I'll go on the couch and we’ll have normal breakfast tomorrow like any other day.” He said looking at you with a plea.

You shook your head with a weak smile on your face as you decided this was the moment to let go, you couldn’t overlook this, you wouldn’t be able to keep going like normal after this, you would just fault him for things he had no control over, he couldn't help his own feelings. “No, Samu. This is where it ends.” You said delicately.

He felt his heart drop at your next words, his body going numb and froze in time.

“I can’t keep going acting like this didn’t happen and I know I’m a fucking idiot for allowing this at all and not stopping you from the start, but I just wanted to feel wanted by you, I wanted you to make love to me and you were doing it till you realized it was really me, I never felt so used and humiliated after that shift in your eyes because I love you, Samu. I’ve been in love with you for a decade now.” You laughed but the hurt was palpable.

“It’s so embarrassing, I just couldn’t let go of you even after your marriage. I’m so fucking desperate.” You laughed at yourself but Osamu felt a burden in his chest, a heavy feeling of regret, of pain for you, he loved you so much that he couldn’t take how this state was caused by him, tears spilling for ignoring you this entire time, for not realizing the way you felt for him.

“It’s okay now. I’ll feel better from now on, I won’t have to pretend anymore.” You said, brushing away the tears in his eyes, both of your soft hands cupping his cheeks, trying to alleviate the hurt he was feeling, like always ignoring your own for him.

“Don’t go” Was the only thing the knot on his throat could let him say, his lips quivering. “Please, I’m sorry.”

You pulled him down, your lips meeting again in a light kiss, that poured emotions and feelings on both sides, tears rolling down both of your faces. You pulled away, resting your forehead against his, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “You miss her, go win her back.” The idea never felt so wrong for him.

Your lips rested on his forehead, his eyes shutting tight as he followed the movement of your lips where you muttered forbidden words.

He felt the sudden coldness on his skin as your hands left his skin, then your steps and finally the door shutting closed. His heart breaking into pieces, feeling emptiness in his own self as he felt like losing a part of him, the better part of him. Leaving him in a complete conflict with his mind and heart about his feelings.

That didn’t matter anymore, because the moment you walked out of the door, he knew he had lost you.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 3 years

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The Betrayal

Summary: The war ended but now you have deal with a trauma you weren’t expecting. (Wolffe x reader)

A/N: Hello Lovelies

This came to me after learning a sad news about a friend of a friend. It’s never easy dealing with betrayal. Quick pause, I just want to clarify Wolffe is not the betrayer, here. Okay, continuing on, I wrote this with a specific person in mind, so it might be a little character heavy. If this has happened to you, I am truly sorry, and I hope this story brings you some comfort. Just know that after the pain, starts the healing and eventually each day gets better.

Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being my beta reader, you’re awesome bestie!

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Pain, grief, mentions of drinking, marital betrayal, violence (mild), fluff, angst, I think that’s all of it, if I miss any please let me know.

AO3 Link | Words: 5,801 |

One Shot Master List | Main Master List

You just had to get through tonight, that’s it, just get through the next few hours of celebrating the end of the war, and then you could go home and cry your eyes out. Just keep up the happy face. Smile, nod, joke, repeat.

I should have known something was up, the way they pulled away from me, the way they kept coming up with excuses to spend time anywhere but with me, however I didn’t want to believe it, how could I? How could I believe that my husband, the one I dedicated myself to, the one I loved unconditionally would have turned his back on me.

Was I not enough? Not pretty enough? Not adventurous enough? Was it something about my skin? My eyes? Maybe it was my hair? Maybe I wasn’t funny enough? Not kind enough?

“Hey” I turned to look at Sinker, his face was full of concern, “you okay?”

“Yeah” I gave him my best fake smile, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“You sure?” Sinker looked as though he didn’t fully believe me, but took my nod as an answer and focused back on the table. We were all drinking, all laughing, joking, but I wasn’t really listening.

“Anyone want a refill?” I asked, to the table, a few of the guys raised their hands, I nodded, taking their order and headed to the bar. I motioned to the droid behind the bar, gave our order as quickly as possible, I was focused on my hands remembering what just happened hours ago, when we landed.

“Honey, I’m home” I noticed his shoes by the door, I couldn’t help the smile that graced my lips. Thinking I’d never have to leave his side again, I was home and this was it. We could start our lives.

“Did you hear?” I asked as I left my bag by the door, it still felt weird, even after all these years calling his place, our place, especially since oftentimes I was on the Triumphant with the 104th. I walked further into the apartment. “Turns out Chancellor Palpatine was behind the whole thing” I continued talking, despite the nagging feeling in the back of my head, “Fox apparently found out evidence, and turned it into the Jedi, isn’t that great! All our plans …” my voice caught in my throat at the scene that was before, it took me a minute to understand the motions I was seeing belonged to my spouse and his co-worker.

They just sat there looking at me, “Babe …” silence permeated every inch of the apartment, suffocating me, choking me, “you’re home sooner than I thought?”

“How … how …” were the only words that came out, as tears began to prick my eyes. He got up from the bed, donning a pair of pants, he walked towards me, I took a step back. Until my eyes locked on their co-worker’s, I don’t know what came over me I lunged for his coworker, ready to scratch out their eyes, I’m not sure who screamed, whether it was them, him, or me, all I know is he grabbed me by the waist dragging me away from the bedroom, closing the door behind us. I turned to face him, my fists pounding on his chest, tears streaming down my face, “How could you! Why? WHY!”

“I’m sorry!” Is all he said, as he held me, trying to prevent me from hurting him.

“WHY!?”

“Really!” He finally stated, as he pushed me onto the chair in the living room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re never here! When you are, it’s for two weeks, maybe a month and then you’re off again, with your boys”

“What!”

“Come on, you care more about those clones than about me!”

“That’s not true. They’re my men, I look after them when they’re sick, when they’re injured. But I’m married to you! There’s no one … and even if I did it doesn’t excuse what you did.”

“Agree to disagree”

“I …” my anger grew, it boiled within me, I wanted to punch him, kick him. He stood running his hands through his hair.

“Listen let me get rid of them, and then you and I can talk”

I didn’t say anything, just sat on the chair and watched as he stood heading towards the bedroom.

“You ever gonna bring those back over?” Wolffe’s gruff voice was unmistakable, as he came and stood beside me. I discreetly wiped the tears as I turned to look at him.

“Sorry, guess I’m just tired”

“Surprised you’re not home, thought you’d be celebrating with your husband” Wolffe watched your every move, he noticed something was off about you. Then again he always noticed everything about you, you’d been the apple of his eye ever since you walked on to the Triumphant. When you mentioned you were married, it broke him, he was miserable for weeks, but in the end he’d rather be in your life than not at all.

“He understood. Said that we had all the time to celebrate just the two of us, so why not spend tonight with my men.” I focused back on the drink in my hand.

“Wolffe, you said you were going to bring us the drinks” Sinker stated, he grabbed the tray that had the refills and brought it to the booth.

I watched as Sinker walked away. Wolffe stayed beside me, his eyes were examining every inch of my face. “Wanna get some air?” I shrugged, Wolffe nodded and guided me outside, his hand hovered over my lower back but never rested against it as he moved us through the crowd. The cold air hit my face like a punch, the tears began pricking against my eyes again. “You gonna tell me what’s really going on?”

I turned to look at Wolffe as we walked over to the fence that kept the civilians safe from the speeder-way “Nothing’s going on, Wolffe”

“Sinker, may be dumb enough or drunk enough to accept your lies, but mesh’la I know you. I know you a lot better than you think I do, and I know you are doing your best to keep a brave front, doing your best to keep from crying, no matter how hard you try, I can tell.”

“Wolffe,” my voice pleaded. I didn’t want to talk about this. I closed my eyes trying to keep my sadness locked in, this was supposed to be a night of celebration, not sadness.

“Mesh’la” Wolffe pressed his hand against my back, “talk to me, it breaks my heart to see you like this, what happened? I know something has been going on with you for the past few months, you’ve been sad for weeks. There’s been a cloud hanging over you and I’ve tried to just be there for you, but this … it’s like the darkness seeped into you tonight. Allow me to carry some of that darkness for you, mesh’la.” I couldn’t help looking at Wolffe, his eyes, his stance, everything pleaded with me, “After all, why do you think I have such broad shoulders? It’s not just to add to my rugged handsomeness” I couldn’t help chuckling as I wiped another tear, but that only led to a full breakdown. Wolffe wrapped me in a hug, pressing me against him, carrying me practically.

“Mesh’la talk to me, what happened?” Wolffe’s mind raced to various scenarios, as far as he knew your husband didn’t have a dangerous job, he wasn’t ill. Did something happen to one of your other family members? Maybe one of your siblings?

“When I … home … saw … right there …”

Wolffe did understand anything, you said in between the sobs. He bit his bottom lip, “I’m sorry, mesh’la, I want to say I understood, but I got maybe every other word”

I couldn’t help chuckle into his chest. I pulled away from his arms, running my hands through my hair. I motioned for him to follow me to the bench down the street. I took a moment to breathe before I told him what was waiting for me when I got home. I noticed Wolffe’s hand clenched against his knees as my story progressed.

“I should’ve known something was up. I kept having this nagging feeling in the back of my head, for months, every time we were on leave, or I had to extend my leave, he just … he kept pushing me away. Telling me he was tired, that work was difficult, but the truth is he just - - he doesn’t …” my voice began to break again, I cleared my throat, focusing on my hands. “He said it was my fault”

“He said what?” Wolffe growled, turning to look at you.

“He said that I spent too much time with you guys, that I never got a long enough leave …”

“Mesh’la,” Wolffe grabbed your hand, it was gentle, more gentle than he ever imagined possible he could be, “no. No. Nothing you did would even come close to justifying what he did.”

“I know. In my head, I know that, in fact I told him that, but it's just …”

Wolffe’s anger was building, how dare this man … Wolffe resolved within himself he was going to pay this man a visit. “Where are you staying?”

“With my sister, I can’t … after seeing it, after knowing how many countless times they spent together in our bed … I just …”

“Let me take you to your sister’s, make sure you get there okay, please mesh’la”

I nodded, as he helped me off the bench, we walked in silence till we took an air taxi to her place.

Wolffe watched as you walked into your sister’s building, he was angry, beyond angry, how dare the person you've dedicated yourself to treat you this way, how dare he … all Wolffe wanted was to pull you into his arms again, keeping you safe, keeping you from feeling the hurt you were currently feeling, the betrayal.

He took his time walking back to 79’s, it probably would’ve been faster to take the airtaxi back, but he needed the air, needed the time. He would need to find out where he worked, maybe the war was over, but he had one last mission, to hurt the man who hurt you.

“Wolffe?” Sinker watched as his vod came back into 79’s, he looked angry, properly angry. He hadn’t seen him this angry since Khorm.

“What?”

“Where did you go?”

“Nowhere, just for a walk”

“Long walk, did something happen, you seem pissed”

Wolffe wanted to tell Sinker what happened, what you told him, but it wasn’t his place. “Just thinking about what this will mean for us, the end of the war.”

“Maybe you can tell her how you feel, I mean I know she’s married but … you never know.”

“I won’t do that to her” Wolffe let out quietly, “I won’t hurt her like that; we’re friends and I’d rather be her friend than nothing.” Even id your husband didn't appreciate what he had with you, Wolffe wasn't ready to add to your hurt. You didn't deserve that “Listen, I’m gonna …” Wolffe scrubbed his face, “I’m going to head to the barracks”

“Already?”

“Yeah, I just … I’m just tired”

“Where is she?”

“She went home”

“Oh. Okay. I understand.” Sinker nodded, probably why Wolffe didn’t want to stick around knowing you had gone home to your husband. Sinker met the guy once and he never fully understood what you saw in him, the man was a jerk, some of the things he said to you, even how he looked at other women when you weren’t paying attention or had walked away to the refresher, it sickened him, but at the end of the day you loved him, and more importantly you trusted him, so he just bit his tongue. Sinker watched as Wolffe exited the club, despite the glaringly obvious there was something else going on with him.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Wolffe spent three days stalking his prey once he learned where he worked, he followed the di’kut everywhere, to work, to his home, even to his lover’s home where he spent all of four minutes in the bedroom; Wolffe sniggered, what did this man have that made you want to commit to him.

He watched as he walked down the street, the man looked so smug, as though he was the greatest thing that had ever graced this known universe. Wolffe waited, his prey was near, he could almost smell the horrendous odour of the man’s cologne. Wolffe’s hood kept from his view, the cloak and mask he had on definitely hid his face and who he was - despite what might happen, he didn’t want you to get into trouble or have to deal with the man’s ego.

Just a few more minutes … Wolffe reached out to grab his prey, it was quick as he threw him against the wall.

“Get off!” Wolffe didn’t respond simply punching the man in his stomach. “Take it” he offered quietly and shakily, as he gave over his wallet, Wolffe chuckled as though mere credits could save him, Wolffe landed another hit, this time in the man’s thigh, “What do you want?” He let out as another blow landed in his abdomen.

“Nothing” was all Wolffe said, his modulated voice filling the air, as his knee met the man’s groin, he hit with full force.

“Then why!” His prey fell to his knees guarding his appendage that he clearly valued more than the person who loved him unconditionally.

“Because you had everything, and chose to destroy it, rather than cherish it” Wolffe looked down at his prey, he was quivering as understanding flooded his eyes, “she risked her life for you, she loved you with everything, and it wasn’t enough for you.”

“You’re one of her clones” he spat out, Wolffe sensed his disgust, his jealousy at the word clone, “should've known she would’ve run back crying to your pathetic …” Wolffe didn’t let him finish as his fist hit him square in the jaw knocking the man out cold. He quickly checked to make sure the man was still breathing, and sent out an anonymous call for help. He walked away, dropping the cloak and mask in a nearby incinerator. Hopefully, it won't come back to bite you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“I don’t understand” I looked at the Red Corrie Guards standing at my sister’s door.

“Ma’am it’s a simple question, where were you, between 12:30 and 13:00 hours yesterday”

“With my family”

“No where else?”

“No”

“Do you have an alibi?”

“Yes, my sister and her kids, we spent the day at the Coruscanti Gardens, we have the stubs for the entry and I’m sure you’d be able to find security footage of us. Now, I’m going to ask again, what is this about?”

“Yesterday at approximately 12:30 hours, your husband was attacked.”

“Is he okay?” My concern hit the roof.

"You're concerned?”

“Of course, I am, he may be a loser and lowlife, but he’s still my husband.”

“Ma’am can you think of anyone who may want to hurt your husband?”

“No, of course … not” I thought back to Wolffe’s clenched hands, the anger that radiated off him.

“Ma’am?”

“My husband has been cheating on me with his co-worker, you may want to double check with their spouse. Maybe they found out.”

“Is that why you are staying here?”

“Yes. Now, can I ask if the bastard is going to die?”

“No, ma’am. We received an anonymous call just shortly after the incident, medics were able to render aid quite quickly. When the medics found him, he kept repeating your name. Are you certain you have no idea who may want to cause him bodily harm?”

“Aside from me, no. I’m sorry, and I have an alibi”

“Understood. Thank you for your time, ma’am”

“One quick question, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course”

“Is he still at the hospital?”

“I believe so, ma’am.”

“Thank you”

I watched as the Coruscanti Guards nodded and walked away from Mel’s door. “What was that?”

“The jackass got himself beat up”

“Good. Is he going to live?” She asked as I walked over to my comm.

“Apparently”

“Pity. Are you going to call him?”

I let out a breath, “No. I’m going to go see him.”

“WHAT!”

“Mel”

“Don’t Mel me, after what that man did, after how he hurt you, you’re going to go take care of him.”

“No. I said I’m going to see him, not take care of him. I need to see him.”

“Want me to come with?”

I shook my head, “I got this”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

My eyes took in the bruised man that lay on the bed, and the stupid trollop who held his hand, my anger fuelled within me at seeing them together, maker how I wanted to scratch their eyes out. I stood at the entrance of the med room.

“Could you give us a minute?” My tone was clipped as I directed my attention to the trollop, my fists clenched by my side.

“I’m not going anywhere, this is all your fault” the trollop had the audacity to comment.

“It’s okay, babe” my heart stung, hearing his pet name for me directed to the trollop, “give us a few minutes. Maybe get yourself a cup of caf”

“Do you want anything babe?”

They were doing this on purpose. “Maybe some water”

“Sure thing” the trollop stood from their seat heading out, before giving me cut-eye all the way out the door. Gods I wanted to smack that perfect face of theirs, mark them on the outside to show the world what kind of trollop they truly were. Silence permeated the room once again.

I watched as his lips set in a tight thin lip, “Couldn’t do it yourself, so you set one of your men on me, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me”

“I have no idea …”

“Oh please, just be honest you probably slept with one of them and got him to attack me”

“You son of …”

“One more step and I press the button for security”

“First off, let me explain something to you, you worm. Unlike you, I don’t need someone to attack you for me, I can do that all on my own. Secondly, if someone - and I highly doubt that someone would - attack you on my behalf, unlike you, people like me for me, and I don’t need to sleep with them. Thirdly, if you got your ass handed to you, that has nothing to do with my guys. They would have killed you and not even thought twice about it.”

“Listen you can try to sound all high and mighty, but I know the truth, you had one of your men do this”

“Exactly what is this?” I motioned to his prone position, “Anything broken?”

“No”

“Internal bleeding?”

“No”

“Brain bleeding, brain swelling, any life-threatening injuries?”

“Obviously not”

“Then exactly what is your issue? Some bruises?”

“Not just bruises”

“So something is broken?”

“No, just … strained” he answered with a clipped tone.

“What’s strained?” He didn’t answer, simply winced when he shifted his lower half, I covered my mouth fighting the chuckle that wanted to erupt, “Oh. I see.”

“You really telling me, you don’t know who could have done this” he motioned to his lower half.

“Honestly, if I knew, I would give them the biggest kiss I could, but no. I have no idea who could’ve done this. Listen, I’m sorry for what happened to you” I took a minute to think about that, “actually, you know what, I’m not. You deserve to have your ass handed to you. You broke my heart. I loved you for years, years I’ve put up with your nonsense. Your ups and downs. I’ve forgiven a lot. I was there with you when things were tough at the beginning, I was there when you lost your father and it nearly broke you. All those nights we spent discussing our future, all those nights we held each other, and … when the war started and I got shifted from the barracks to an actual ship, all of that what … all those plans, all those hopes …” my bottom lip started to quiver, “I was faithful to you. I fought for you, and you …” I shook my head, “I’m going to go clean out my stuff. I really just came here to make sure you were in fact alive, and to tell you goodbye.”

“You’re really leaving?” His eyes looked into mine as though reality hit.

“You broke my heart, and you blamed me for all of it. I’m not saying I’m completely innocent here, or that maybe I couldn't have tried harder, but every time I made an effort you pushed away, you didn’t try. You didn’t even attempt to try. You … you just went and …” I wiped away a tear, “Yes, I’m leaving. I’m gonna get my stuff. I’m going to stay with my sister, they have a room for me.”

“Listen, maybe we can …”

“We, we can’t do anything, not anymore. I close my eyes and I see you … I can’t … when I look at you, that’s all I see now. You tainted everything, everything we built, everything we hoped for, all for what a quick lay? I can’t ever forgive you for that.”

“It wasn’t a quick lay”

“Then what was it?”

“Love. I love them.”

“I see” I nodded, wiping a tear, “Well then all the best, take care of yourself.”

I headed out of the room, “Wait!” I turned to look at him, “I am sorry, I didn’t mean … I did love you, I loved you with all my heart, but it … the war, it changed everything, and you weren’t there. I’m sorry but you weren’t, and they were.”

“Like I said, take care of yourself”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I wanted to comm Wolffe, thank him for what he did after all there was only one person I had told from the 104th about what happened, but one day turned into two, then a week, then a month, and before I knew it, a year had gone by without seeing or speaking to Wolffe. I missed him. I saw Sinker from time to time, since he started dating my best friend, he kept me informed of Wolffe, about how he was doing, how all the 104th was doing, however he only offered the bare minimum, not sure if that was due to Wolffe’s request or maybe because he was angry at me for being out of touch with him for so long.

Oftentimes my mind floated back to Wolffe, how he was always there for me, especially when I needed him the most. I just don’t know why he didn’t reach out to me, why he kept his distance.

I sat at the cafe, taking sips of my tea, as I thought about how my life had changed since the end of the war. I was now single. Living in a one bedroom apartment, working on getting my degree for my doctorate to be a full fledged physician, I did my best to push those thoughts aside and focused back on my textbooks.

Wolffe wanted to call you, he wanted to be there for you, but he knew you needed space. Needed to figure yourself out. Maker, how he wanted to be there for you, in fact he showed up once at your sister’s, you were playing with your niece and nephew, he watched you through the window of the common room, you looked happy. He wanted to keep that memory, he wanted to see you always happy. He wished his feet would have carried him to your door, but he ran into your sister, she told him you were handling everything as best as you could, you still had your days, sometimes she woke up to your crying, but you were busy with school getting your doctorate. He was so proud of you, it was a dream of yours to become a doctor, and now you were doing it.

When Wolffe walked into the cafe the last person he expected to see was you, his breath caught in his throat. You looked just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, when he walked you to your sister’s the night of the celebration. He debated for a while what he should do, should he stay or should he go? He watched as you took another sip of your tea but it was empty, he chuckled, you only were able to study if you had tea. He quietly walked up to the counter and ordered another tea for you and his usual hazelnut caf.

With his smoothest of motions, he placed the tea in front of you, the look of shock on your face, was totally worth it.

“Wolffe?” I couldn’t believe my eyes, as he grinned at me, maker, how I missed that grin.

“Hey mesh’la, been a while” Wolffe motioned to the chair beside him, “mind if I sit down?”

“No. Please.” I couldn’t hold back the smile at seeing him, “You look good,” I motioned to all of him, he was in civilian clothing, that really brought out his shoulders and wide chest. He had a full beard growing, and even his hair was a little longer.

“Thank you, mesh’la. You look good too. How’ve you been? How are things?”

“Um … well” I chuckled, “as you can see I’m back in school”

“I heard, getting your doctorate to be a physician, right?”

“Yeah. There’s a special program, because of my years of service with the GAR, and my own medical knowledge as a medic, they shortened the schooling from five years to two and a half. It’s a lot of work, but it’s great.”

“I’m happy for you, that’s what you always wanted. I remember all those conversations we had during the war.”

“Thanks, what about you, what are you doing?”

“Still a Commander, but I’m actually up for a promotion soon.”

“Really, that’s awesome”

“Thanks, I'll be getting my stars and becoming a General by week's end”

“Wolffe that’s amazing, but I thought you wanted to open a bakery”

“Oh, I did”

“You did?”

“Yeah, but I don’t bake, learned that the hard way” Wolffe chuckled, “I almost burned down the kitchen, but I have learned to cook, which I thoroughly enjoy, and being the owner of a bakery is just as fun as being a baker.”

“That’s amazing, I’m so happy for you, what bakery?”

“This one” Wolffe chuckled, “did the Wolffe symbol on the cups not give it away?”

“Oh my stars!” My hand smacked against my forehead, “Pup cafe, how did … clearly, my brain is fried from all my studying” I chuckled, “no wonder, I love this place, I come here all the time to study, usually after a shift at the hospital.”

“I’m glad you feel comfortable here, we aim to make sure everyone feels included.”

“Well you definitely did that; I just saw Sinker a few days ago and he never mentioned you had a bakery.”

“Really, you see Sinker?” Wolffe couldn’t help the feeling of his heart breaking a little, so you had kept in touch with the rest of the squad, just not him, and why hadn't Sinker said anything.

I nodded as I took a sip of the new tea that Wolffe brought me, “Yeah, not all the time though, between studying, working at the hospital, and doing my rounds as a physician, I don’t have a lot of time, but I saw him cause he was picking up Rea, for their date.”

“Oh … so you live with Rea?”

“No, she just happened to be over, and it was easier for him to just get her from my place.”

“Oh, I see,” Wolffe nodded as he took a sip of his caf.

I bit my lip, there was something I wanted to say for the longest time and now the opportunity presented itself, “Wolffe, about …”

“I’m sorry” Wolffe offered before you finished, he loved your confused look, it was like a puppy unsure of what was happening around them, “for not reaching out, after that night. I wanted to …”

“No” I reached forward and held his hand, I was shocked at my reaction, it was as though my hand had a mind of its own, and now that it was there, feeling the warmth coming from his hand, it realized it didn’t want to be anywhere else, “it was my fault. After everything that happened with him, I just … I was embarrassed. I always talked about how amazing he was and how he was someone I could trust implicitly, and … it was my fault. I just couldn’t bear to deal with all the sad looks and pity glances from people, so I pulled away, not just from you, from everyone. If it wasn’t for Rea dating Sinker, I wouldn’t have even been talking to him.”

Wolffe couldn’t help the smirk on his face, as he held your hand, “There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about, he was the asshat, not you. You never did anything wrong.”

“Maybe, but I probably didn’t help what led to the situation either, at least that’s what I think” as I looked at Wolffe’s eyes, there was so much being said, how he made his cybernetic eye have so much emotion was always beyond me. “There’s something else, I never got a chance to do, because of what happened. I never got a chance to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“I know it was you, Wolffe” I chuckled

“It was me…”

“Who beat him up. I knew it the minute those Coruscanti Guards showed up at my sister’s place. I knew it the minute I saw him lying in that hospital bed.”

“Mesh’la, I’m not sure …”

“Wolffe” I quirked my eyebrow at him, a low chuckle came out of him, as he squeezed my hand.

“Never could get anything past you, could I?”

“Nope. Honestly, it was just what I needed; it gave me the push to leave him. I was dragging my heels for two weeks, and then when they showed up and told me what happened, I knew. Thank you for defending my honour.”

“You’re welcome. He deserved a lot worse, but I didn’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I’m glad you weren’t caught. I tried to keep tabs on the investigation to make sure you weren’t a prime suspect.”

“I didn’t care about what happened to me, all I cared about was the fact he didn’t appreciate what he had.’

“You might not have cared, but I did. I’ve always cared” I looked from Wolffe to the books in front of me, my hand clutching the cup of tea a little harder.

“That’s what friends are for, I guess. To care for you even when you don’t care about yourself” Wolffe offered, he wanted to know where you were in the grand scheme of things, he wanted to ask you out, but truthfully, his timing clearly sucked, if you were that busy at the hospital.

“True” I swallowed the nerves down, did he only view me as a friend? “What’s new with you? Seeing anyone?” I tried to pull my hand away, but Wolffe wouldn’t let me go.

“No. There’s never been anyone that could hold a candle to you, mesh’la” Wolffe gave up caring, he wasted years pining for you, months keeping his distance, this couldn’t just be a coincidence that you both ran into each other. It had to be the will of the force, as his buir would say.

I felt my face heat as his statement, “Wolffe?” In the back of my head I always suspected he may have had feelings for me, but being married, I made a point never to entertain those thoughts.

“I don’t know what your status is, if you are ready to start dating again, or if you even have the time because of your studies, but mesh’la I have been in love with you since the day you stepped foot on to the Triumphant, and now that we’ve all received the cure for our rapid aging, I have my own business, I’m going to be promoted to General in a few days, I finally feel I am worthy of you. Would you …” Wolffe cleared his throat, “Would you care to join me for dinner?”

Speechless, I was completely without speech at his confession. Since I stepped foot on the Triumphant? That was nearly five years ago now. For five years he was in love with me?

“I know this is probably a lot to take in, and maybe I’m rushing things, but I just … I don’t want to waste a minute. Not seeing you or talking to you this past year has been excruciating and now that you’re here … I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Of course, you wouldn’t have feelings for me, I’m an idiot” Wolffe pulled his hand away, what was he thinking!

“Wolffe”

“Mesh’la it’s my fault … I shouldn’t have … we can just be friends, I’d rather …”

“Wolffe”

“No, it’s fine, honestly … I’d rather have you in my life ….”

“Wolffe!” I pleaded for him to listen as I grabbed his hand, holding on to it, trying to soak up the feeling of utter and complete safety. He always offered me, “Yes, I would love to go to dinner with you.”

He didn’t hear you properly, did you just say yes? Wolffe blinked a few times, his face must not have been hiding his shock in any way shape or form, because you started giggling, that sound that always made his heart flutter, “Sorry, could you say that again.”

“Of course, I’d say yes. Wolffe, you were there for me more times than I can count, you’ve always treated me with respect and dignity. All this time that I didn’t see you or talk to you have been absolutely hellish for me too, the only reason, I drown myself with work is because well a - I love it, and b - it kept me from thinking about you. I’ve always admired you Wolffe, and that’s also partly why I tried my best to keep my distance while we were on the ship; because I knew, if I spent more time with you, I’d fall in love with you. I couldn’t betray my husband … ex-husband like that. I would love to go to dinner with you.”

“How about tonight?”

“Rather than wait for tonight, why don’t you walk me to my apartment so I can drop off my textbooks, and we can spend the day together, catching up, talking and just see where things lead”

“I’d love that cyar’ika”

“Me too”

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Major Angst in this one, guys, Loads of Feels (sorry not sorry), John Walker being a douche (I really don’t like the guy)

A/N: I’m SO SORRY! I promise I was planning on it being shorter, but I went a little overkill with the angst! There’s just so many feelings and not enough space in my heart and soul, so I had to pour them out here! You get to see more of Reader and Sam’s relationship in this one and there’s major Bucky Feels towards the end (in my defense, this is based on the Couples Therapy half of the episode).

I’m really hoping we get to see Bucky go to Louisiana next episode! I’m holding out for it! I have a few ideas that include Sarah, but I need the episode! Ugh! Now we have to wait a whole ‘nother week! I really shouldn’t write three chapters on one episode in one day. I just couldn’t help myself!

Anyways! Please enjoy this part and thank you so much for all your support! Seriously, it’s meant so much to me, especially after the week I’ve had! If you haven’t checked out the previous parts, my FATWS Series Masterlist is HERE, so please go read those first. Like always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy, babes!

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in Bucky’s arms after walking a few miles. And a hospital in DC wasn’t exactly what you preferred waking up to, but it’s what happened. Turned out, not only was your shoulder dislocated and your thigh was strained, but you had a mild concussion. Your arm was in a sling and your palm, which you had completely forgotten about after you wrapped it while on Bucky’s back, was wrapped properly. Luckily, your thigh wasn’t too bad, but they wanted to put you on crutches, which you refused immediately.

You had to get out of that building. You had no idea where the guys went, which was weird because you were sure they’d never leave you alone. Especially in a hospital.

You quickly snuck your way through the halls after grabbing your bag which - thank God - was left on the seat besides your bed and changing into an extra pair of clothes.

You tried calling Bucky’s phone, the one he had specifically for you, which he always always answered. He even made an excuse to go to the bathroom once when you accidentally called in the middle of a therapy session. Nothing. You called the number four times before trying Sam’s phone.

It clicked on the first try.

“Hey. Listen, sorry for leaving-”

“Where the hell are you?”

You heard him sigh. “I was just about to explain, so hang on a second there. You weren’t waking up, probably because that concussion you forgot to mention to us-”

“In my defense, I didn’t know.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your free hand up, exasperated. “Anyways, Bucky wanted me to meet someone, we’ll talk about that when you inevitably get here, put we had a bit of trouble and Bucky was arrested-”

“What?!”

“Chill your pants, Y/L/N. Just listen. We’re in Baltimore. I’ll text you the address. Get here soon and I’ll explain the whole thing. We’ve been here for a couple hours, but there’s people on their way and we’re getting everything situated right now.”

“Okay. Fine. But you’re in trouble.”

“Don’t I know it, babe. Now hurry your cute little ass here. We’ve got stuff to talk about.”

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

The ride from DC to Baltimore is usually an hour or so, but you’ve got resources, especially in the nation’s capital, and riding the bike you got, being able to go way over the speed limit? You got there in half the time. Being an Avenger really does have its perks.

The moment you got there, you hopped off the bike, not even bothering to turn it off, and stormed into the precinct. You headed straight over to the desk, but a pair of hands caught you by your uninjured arm before you could make a scene.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sam spoke softly, squeezing your bicep gently. “He’s okay, alright?”

“Why is he-”

“He missed his court-mandated therapy session.” Sam informed you, pulling you over to where he had been sitting previously. “There was a warrant out for his arrest. They had to bring him in, but it’s fine. His therapist’s been contacted. She should be here any minute to get him out.”

Your head fell back at his words. His therapy. How could you forget? You let Bucky complain to you about it and played along sometimes, but you really did think it was good for him and you tried supporting him. Yet you made him miss it and now he’s in trouble.

“Hey. Y/N. Look at me.” You found Sam’s worried eyes, his hand coming up to hold the side of your neck. “He’s okay. He’ll be out in just a bit. It’s fine.”

“It’s my fault, Sam.”

“No. It’s not. He’s a grown ass man who made the decision to skip.”

You shook your head, holding his wrist for something to anchor you down. “No, Sammy. I brought him along. I should’ve been more responsible-”

“I know we’ve joked around about you being in charge and stuff, but…you know it’s not all on your shoulders, right?” Sam tilted his head slightly, eyebrow pinched in confusion making his eyes narrow.

You turned your head, not wanting to look at him. You didn’t need another set of deep eyes to fall into. “Sammy…I promised him I’d look after you.”

“I know. And that’s fine. But looking after us - looking after him - doesn’t mean you have to be there to hold his hand and take the fall for him. He’s not a child. Hell, he’s a hundred years old. Tell me you understand that.”

Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and shook your head again. “I-I can’t-”

“Is that why you’re obsessed with finding Wanda?”

You frowned at his question, eyes snapping to his. “I’m worried about her, Sam.”

“I am too, but she can handle herself. And if she doesn’t want to be found, you have to let her be. I know the Avengers were your only family. I know how much Steve meant to you-”

“No.” You pulled away rather harshly, digging your nails into your palms, trying not to cry, ignoring the wound you were irritating. “No, you don’t. How could you understand my feelings for Steve when I don’t understand them myself?”

Sam always had this ability to make anyone feel important, just by looking them in the eye. It was something you always admired about him; the way his smile could light up a room, those warm eyes making everyone’s fears go away. They reminded you of hot chocolate. Something that could soothe your worries, comfort you, warm your very soul from the ice tragedy and heartache tend to big on.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of people, but with the way he was looking at you, it was hard to keep the tears from slipping.

“You loved him, Y/N. Why is it so hard for you to see that?”

“I didn’t - I wasn’t in love with him, Sam.” You argued, wiping your cheeks aggressively and turning, crossing your arms defensively.

“What do you call it then?”

It was a rhetorical question, Sam copying your movements and sitting straight to watch for Bucky coming out. A rhetorical question that you didn’t know the answer to. Because you weren’t in love with Steve. No. Maybe you had been, but somewhere along the way he passed your heart to Bucky. So why did it hurt so bad?

You refused to dwell on it anymore, clearing your throat and dabbing at your eyes one more time before changing the topic. “Why are we in Baltimore?”

“Bucky wanted me to meet someone. Isaiah. You know him?” Sam turned back to you, his warm eyes shifting into something else. Suspicion? A bit of anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t tell.

“Isaiah? I don’t think I know any Isaiahs. And definitely not here. Why? Who is he?”

Sam shook his head, eyes darting around the lobby. “We’ll talk about it later.”

You nodded, although now your curiosity had peaked and you wondered who this guy was that made Sam so agitated. While you waited, you felt your eyes drooping and you let your head fall onto Sam’s shoulder, who chuckled.

“You’re still tired? You know you slept for, like, twelve hours, right?”

“I haven’t been sleeping much.”

Sam turned his head to kiss yours. “Y/N, I know you want to care for everyone, but you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” And with that, the subject dropped, Sam pulling out his phone while you rested your eyes.

It was another ten minutes or so before Sam’s name was called and the both of you stood up to greet the speaker. A woman, Dr. Raynor. Bucky’s infamous therapist.

And speaking of infamous. The moment you heard his voice, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it was just your brain malfunctioning. And then he was walking towards you, calling Bucky ‘Bucky’ like they were old pals and he was saving him from something terrible.

Your face scrunched up as Walker talked about stopping Bucky’s regular therapy sessions. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up-”

“Don’t call him an asset.” You snapped. “He’s a human being with needs, and therapy-”

“He’s a super soldier with skills that we need.” Walker cut in, making you scowl as he turned back to Raynor.

You scoffed in disbelief at his words, turning on your heel and walking away before he did, heading straight for Bucky, who lifted his right arm, wrapping it around your shoulders once you were close enough.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, closing your eyes and trying to relax in his hold, breathing him in.

“Are you? Should you be walking? What did-”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” You sighed out with a nod, squeezing him once more before pulling back as Raynor stepped forwards, ordering Bucky and Sam to do a session with her. You almost laughed when Sam tried refusing, a little chuckle actually leaving your lips when Bucky slumped, dragging his feet like a kid going to the principal’s office.

You followed, Bucky holding the door open for you. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course, doll.” He gave a small smile, before walking in after you, Sam letting out a, “hey!” when Bucky shut the door on him, making you roll your eyes. You let the corners of your mouth tick up slightly in amusement. Yes, they annoyed the hell out of you, but you had to admit it was pretty funny sometimes.

“I believe I asked for James and Sam, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“It’s Agent, actually, and I think I’m gonna sit in.”

Raynor narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think-”

“That wasn’t a request.” You threw her words to Sam back at her, making Sam smirk. You shot him a wink as she relented with a sigh.

“Fine. Just as a spectator. Don't interrupt.”

You raise your hands in surrender, slipping around the table to stand in the corner as your fellas sank down into the seats across the table from her.

A small puff of laughter came from you at the lack of response when she asked one of them to start. She shot you a warning look over her shoulder, but you shrugged. You couldn’t help it; it was like all those times back in grade school when a teacher asked for a volunteer to read in a classroom full of rowdy kids and crickets followed.

Once she mentioned the next exercise was used for couples, you had to laugh, making both men shoot you begging pouts.

“Y/N.” Raynor glared at you, so you controlled yourself, gesturing for her to continue.

Her miracle question did work so well, neither of them cooperating well.

She didn’t even bother with you when you started cackling after she mentioned the “soul-gazing exercise” and Bucky thanked her, Sam commenting that he would like this one. You gave a teasing wolf-whistle when they got close, one of Bucky’s thighs between Sam’s and vice versa.

“Doll.” Bucky whined at you.

“Listen here, smartass-”

Raynor cleared her throat, cutting Sam off from finishing his statement towards you. You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms with a smirk. After all the bickering and side taking they’ve put her through, letting you enjoy this was the least they could do, and they knew it.

Of course, this exercise didn’t work out either. A staring contest. Children. She was best friends with literal children.

But then something happened. Something you never thought would happen. Raynor asked Bucky why Sam aggravated him, and Bucky looked over to you, his eye growing sad in a way they only did when Steve was involved.

“Steve believed in you.” Bucky told him earnestly. “He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield? That is…that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing. So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me.”

You heard his voice crack a little at the end as he slumped down in his seat, you jaw dropping slightly. You listened to the rest of the conversation, catching the way Sam grew irritated again, something that you didn’t previously think was possible, but was happening more and more now.

Why wasn’t Sam talking to you? Why was he holding all this in suddenly? And why…Bucky…he didn’t tell you that. Why didn’t he say anything? How could he ever feel…

But you knew how he could feel like that. Yes, Steve believed in him so much that he tore the Avengers apart for him…but he was the only one willing to do that for him. Yeah, you and Sam and Wanda and Clint, you all joined their side but, being honest, it wasn’t because you believed in Bucky. It was because you believed in Steve. Of course, it was different now. You believed in Bucky with your entire being, and you believed in Sam with your heart and soul, but…did either of them know that? Did they believe you when you told them? Or did you not tell them enough? This whole time you thought you were doing right by Steve - trying you damn hardest to watch out for them. But it obviously wasn’t enough. And that was on you, no matter what Sam said.

You read people. That’s what you’ve always done, that’s what you’d always do. It was the reason you earned your spot on the team. You read people and situations and could figure your way into their heads in a second. Years and years of undercover work taught you how to do that and how to protect yourself while doing so.

So why? How? How did you miss something this big? How did you miss the way Sam was holding onto something? Why did you ignore the vexation in his tone for the last couple weeks? How did you miss that Bucky was hurting that deeply? Why didn’t you do anything more for him?

You left the room before either of the boys, but you heard Sam standing up as you walked out the door.

You should’ve known you weren’t the only one holding things in. Of course they were. The difference is, you were supposed to be their rock, the thing they could hold onto to ground themselves, the shoulder for them to cry on, and the ear lent to them whenever they needed someone to listen. That was your job. It wasn’t their job. Not for you. Your rock - your shoulder, your ear - he left you. And you thought, after all he did for you, if you just returned the favor for his best friends, you’d…you dunno. You’d be closer to him, maybe.

But you couldn’t. Because you weren’t Steve Rogers. And you knew that from the start, but you had to try. You tried. And it wasn’t working. He made it seem so easy when he did it for you. Clearly you didn’t give him enough credit for dealing with all your shit on top of his own.

“Doll.” You didn’t stop walking, needing to get outside for some fresh air. “Doll, hold on. Wait a minute.”

He grabbed your arm as you made it outside, spinning you to face him. “You didn’t tell me.” You spoke quietly, your voice fragile as you stared at him, confusion and hurt in your eyes. Were you really that bad at doing your job? Did you really already fail him? He asked you to do one thing…

“I didn’t…I didn’t want you to deal with my problems.” You opened your mouth, but he shook his head, holding your face between his hands. “I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know something’s going on with you. You’re good at hiding your nightmares at night, but I’m better. You’re jumpier than usual. Quieter. Every time Wanda’s brought up, you turn away. And the other day? On the truck? You froze. I was watching, doll. It was just a second, but you froze. You never freeze.”

“It’s not your job to worry about me, Buck-”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Not my job? Aren’t we friends? Isn’t that what friends do? Or am I just a job to you? I know you promised him to look after me. Is that all I am to you? A responsibility?”

You shook your head vigorously, holding onto his wrists. “No. No, Bucky, I just-”

“Do you think he was wrong about me?”

Salty diamonds ran down your cheeks as you clenched your eyes shut and shook your head. “No.”

“Did you ever believe in me? Did you ever care or was it all just because Steve? Is Steve the only reason you tolerate me?”

“Don’t say that. God, please don’t say that.” You begged quietly, meeting his gaze again. Every beautiful detail was laced with devastation, eyes imploring her to make him feel better. “Of course I believe in you. I have since Wakanda, you know that. Yes, okay, maybe Steve is why I helped you at first, but-but…I care about you, James. So much so that it hurts sometimes. He wasn’t wrong about you. Or Sammy. You both mean so much to me. Okay?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly, nodding slightly. You both simultaneously moved to get closer, him pulling you while you stepped into his chest, arms around his waist. His arms were tight around your shoulder, holding you just as firm as the kiss he planted on your forehead.

Sam came out, planting himself besides you as you pulled away, Bucky wiping your eyes. “I feel better.” He huffed out sarcastically, making you smack him in the arm. “Ow! Yeesh. Women these days.”

The sudden siren of one of the parked police cars made the three of you look over, spotting Walker and Hoskins. You groaned. “Did he see that?”

“Hey,” Bucky caught your jaw between his fingers, shaking his head. “Who cares? It’s between us and us only. Right?” You nodded, making him kiss your forehead again, a whisper of “attagirl” against your skin. You hadn’t heard that from him in a while.

“Gentlemen!” Walker waved them over, nodding at you. “And lady.” The three of you reluctantly walked over, Bucky going to lean on the police car Walker and Hoskins were near and you hopped up to sit on the hood of the police car across from them, Sam besides you.

You got information from Walker, who was once again trying to get you to work with him, but Sam summed it up nicely, explaining that the three of you didn’t have to follow the rules he did. You started to leave, Bucky tucking you under his arms once you slid off the car, when Walker stopped you once more.

“A word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way.”

You grumbled under your breath as the faker and his lapdog walked off. “I’m gonna kill him.” You vowed as the three of you started in the other direction. “I swear to God, I’m gonna rip that shield off his back and use it to beat him in that stupid face of his-”

“Down, girl.” Sam jested, flicking your ear. “We need a game plan. What’re we thinking?”

Your eyes narrowed as Bucky piped up, talking about the Isaiah character - who you still didn’t know - before HYDRA entered the equation.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, tugging his arm to make him stop once he mentioned Siberia. “Do you remember Siberia? Because if you’re actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, we remember Siberia very differently.”

“He’s our best bet-”

“So you’re just going to go sit in a room with this guy?”

Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Ye-yes…”

A beat of silence passed before Sam gave his stamp of approval, but you still disagreed. “There’s no way this’ll end well and I refuse to let you-”

You found your face between Bucky’s hands again. You really wished he’d stop doing that and just ask for your attention. You didn’t mean that, of course. You’d be held by him every second of every day if you could. “Don’t you trust me, doll?”

You licked your lips, looking around the darkened street. This was not a good idea. A bad plan - a terrible plan, really - but, unfortunately, it was the only one you had. “Dammit. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.” You finally sighed, running a hand through your hair after Bucky let go of you, his eyebrow quirking.

“Is that a yes?”

Sam nodded. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

You tugged Bucky’s hand when he nodded back and went to walk after Sam, who started walking around the corner, making him stop. “And yes. I do trust you. With everything I have, Buckaroo.”

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iwadori · 3 years

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Haikyu Boys when they neglect you for another girl PT 2(Oikawa)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

Oikawa:

You Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been best friends for as long as you can remember

You thought that Iwaizumi liked you, but all thoughts of that left your head once Oikawa confessed to you when you were in your last year of middle school.

You and Oikawa started dating you in highschool in your first year and have been inseperable ever since.

You and Oikawa were as opposite as you were the same making you a perfect match.

It was the first day of your final term of your third year. You and Oikawa were planning to go the same university but to do that you obviously need to pass your entrance exams so you fully immersed in your studies.

You have been the manager of Seijoh since your first year, but because of how time consuming it is and you now fully want to focus on your studies you decided to step down from your title. However, you still were fully supportive of the team making sure to go to every one of their games and even coming to majority of their practices with your textbooks and notes with you.

It seems someone took your place as the manager, yet you don’t know who as have been so busy all you could do in finding your replacement was stick up some posters telling whoever wanted the job to talk to the coaches. But you hope the new manager is at least half as good as you.

You decide after school, you were going to take a break from studying so you went to go to the gym to see your boyfriend and the guys at practice. When you enter, you see all the boys fussing and fanning over someone who you couldn’t tell who it was.

You spot Iwaizumi away from the crowd tying his laces, when you approach him he looks up and smiles fondly at you, “Hey Y/N” he says schooching over so you can sit next to him.

“Hey Haji” you say ruffling his hair playfully “Who’s the celebrity?”

“Oh Ririka-san” he responds “The new manager” when he says this he slightly scowls, but you don’t quite catch it as your focus is on your boyfriend who is being his usual boastful self infront of who you presume is ‘Ririka-san.’

As the group disperses, they all approach you with Oikawa lifting you up and spinning you obnoxiously making you laugh at his action. “Well hello to you to Tooru” you say kissing him on the cheek.

You look in front of you and there was Ririka with her hand extended out for you to shake “Hi I'm Yagami Ririka” she says “But you can call me Ririka, you’re Y/N right?”

You shake her hand quickly dropping it responding with a dry “hi.” Oikawa notices the awkward atmosphere that you created with your response and decides to drag you away to show you his serves. You weren’t fully focused on your boyfriend, with your eyes occasionally drifting to the new girl who seemed to give you a bad vibe from your first introduction.

Practice ends, and Oikawa walks you home (per usual.) Once you are at home, you decide to social stalk Ririka to see if you can find something to confirm your suspicions on her. You’re claims weren’t based on anything besides a vibe but since she is apparently in your year and always has been you find it weird that you haven’t heard a word about her all until now. You don’t find anything on her, besides her being as ‘perfect’ as she seems.

As you and Oikawa walk home together again from the next day’s practice, you were hoping that he shared your same concerns about Seijohs manager but when you ask “Kawa.. Don't you think Ririka-san is a bit odd?”

He looks at you curiously, smiles and says “No of course not, Rii-chan is fine”

‘Rii-chan’ you think, a slight pang of jealousy surges through you at the use of this newfound nickname

“In some ways she reminds me of you, you know?” he says chuckling, but you weren’t listening focused on the name he just called her.

“Rii-chan, huh?” you say

“It’s just a nickname Y/N, I give them to everone, you know that Y/N” he says

“Yeah yeah I know Kawa, I was just overthinking that’s all” you lie, you knew Oikawa gave everyone a nickname but this one definitely stuck on your mind then all of others and although you can admit your jealousy but there was something else bothering you.

“Well don’t overthink too much” Oikawa says giving you a kiss on the forehead “Don’t want to heart your pretty head about it.” Oikawa then lets you enter your house before taking off to his own.

Over the next few weeks, you are mainly focused on your studies, barely having any time to be with your boyfriend at all. However, if you did even have the time to spend with Oikawa, he was definitely not available since all his time was now with ‘Rii-chan,’ whenever you asked him to hang out with you or to go on dates he always used the excuse of ‘Rii-chan needs help with the schedule and since IM THE CAPTAIN I have to help’ or ‘Rii-chan has no friends in our year, and since it seems that YOU don’t want to befriend her im doing the nice thing by becoming her friend’ and with that you always wanted to reply with ‘maybe no one wants to be her friend because she’s such a bitch’ but you held your tounge.

Today you were fed up with your boyfriends lack of being around and decided to go to his house in the hopes that you can watch a movie or do something together. When you get there, you knock on his door and you hear him shout “Come up it’s open,” was he expecting you or something?

You go upstairs to his bedroom, where you know he’ll be and to your surprise when you open the door in his room it is basically set up like a movie date with food and snacks and a bunch of dvd’s and blankets set up on the floor. ‘Was he planning on you to be here?’ you think.

“Rii-chan you made I-” says Oikawa, stopping hisself when he sees that it’s not his beloved Rii-chan but only you his girlfriend Y/N.

“What the fuck Oikawa?” you ask

“It is NOT what it looks like Y/N” he says standing up abruptly to approach you but you step back.

“Umm.. So it’s not my boyfriend of 3 years about to have a movie date with his manager after barely speaking to me, his GIRLFRIEND, for the past month?” you say folding you arms “ Did I get that right or am I missing something here?”

“Yes.. I mean No” he stammers “ It’s not a date at all, it’s just that Rii-chan say’s she never watched *insert your favourite movie here* and I thought it would be nice if I show it too her”

“Whatever you say ‘kawa” you say rolling your eyes, this seem to annoy Oikawa as he then sits back down harshly and says,

“God Y/N, ever since you met Rii-chan you’ve been so hostile for once can you not be a bitch! Me and her are just friends.” His aggressive tone shocks both you and him but he doesn’t seem to stop “All I'm saying is, you always wonder why me and Iwa-chan were your friends, haven’t you thought it was because you’re such a judgemental bitch”

By now you were fed up, so you turn your back to Oikawa ready to leave the room but first you say “ Oikawa, I love you I always have, but I can’t be with you anymore especially since you can’t even see what’s going on. Remember when we used to have movie dates when we were ‘just friends” Your response leaves Oikawa with his eyes wide open since he didn’t expect you to basically break up with him, he thought this was a minor argument. Before he can speak, the door burst open and in comes Ririka who exclaims “Tooru! Im ready to watch M-….oh”

“I guess I’d be taking my leave now” you say with tears in your eyes “Goodbye Oikawa this was fun”

It’s been a while since the confrontation at Oikawa’s house and the school was a buzz since after hearing the news of yours and Oikawas break up the school immediately focused their attention on both Ririka and Oikawa the rumours of them being together spread like wildfire. However, to your surprise Oikawa apparently always combated the rumours claiming that him and Ririka were just ‘good friends and will stay that way.’

But you could care less, you still supported the team going to all the games they had making sure to stay clear away Oikawa and Ririka. You don’t go to the practices anymore since you didn’t want to submerge yourself in sweat and bad vibes anymore.

Graduation came and you were very happy, you could finally get out of this place. Once you get through the ceremony and all the boring stuff you go to the gym for one final ‘goodbye’ but before you have a chance to leave you are stopped by Iwaizumi

“Hey Y/N” he says “how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, pretty ‘busy’” you respond

“Busy as in, avoiding Oikawa at every cost” he says making you laugh “Come sit down with me for a second” to which you do sitting next to him on the gym bench.

You and Iwaizumi then spend the next hour reminiscing about all your past antics and stories making you laugh and smile fondly at all the nostalgia. After all your talk you pull out your phone to take a picture and you hear Iwaizumi whisper “He never deserved you” so quietly that you almost don’t catch what he says.

Before you could respond in comes Oikawa of course panting “Y/N! Thank god you’re still hear I need to talk to you!”

You look at Iwaizumi expecting him to say something but all his does is pull you into a tight hug and says “Goodbye Y/N I’ll miss you” he gets up and exits the room shouting “Make sure to answer my calls” making you chuckle.

Oikawa approaches you and sits in the spot that Iwaizumi does, he takes a deep breath and begins to stay “Y/N, you were right I was wrong. I am an idiot... Rii- I mean Ririka she tried to kiss me. Im sorry”

“Oikawa, you are right.. You're an idiot, but it shouldn’t of had to take me breaking up with you and Ririka trying to get with you to realise that I was right. Why did you even come here to tell me this, so I knew I was right? You didn’t need to confirm my suspicions I knew all along Oikawa”

You stand up to leave, hoping to find Iwaizumi before he goes home but Oikawa stops you. “Y/N I-I want to be with you, to go back to being how we were … don’t you want that”

“Oikawa...” you grab his hands “I love you, I always have and I always will... but I think we both know we aren’t meant to be.. Things haven’t been the best with us even before Ririka came along, it just took her to make us really notice it.”

“It’s him isnt it?” he says with tears in his eyes

“I think so... maybe it’s always been him I don’t know but we know how he is especially when we were 15 I guess you just got me to me first,” you say with tears in your eyes also

Oikawa pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear “Go get him Y/N” you look at him and smile and nod you head “We will still be friends Tooru.”

You race out of the gym to look for Iwaizumi and you suddenly bump into him since he didn’t actually move he was there the whole time and it seems your indirect confession made him tear up too. “I love you Y/N” he pulls you into a hug which you return then pulls you into a deep kiss.

In the end, you and Iwaizumi do become boyfriend and gifriend still keeping Tooru as your good friend. You all also end up going to the same University and you and Iwaizumi live the rests of your lifes together as the ‘perfect’ couple with yours and Toorus relationship as a laughable memory.

AUTHORS NOTE: Please don’t hate me for this ending!! I had a bad day sooo I decided to switch things up please give me feedback on what you think !!

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyuu fluff #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa angst #oikawa scenarios #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi scenarios #iwazumi imagines #iwaizumi angst #signedwithane😌

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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bb / gg, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is the lead singer in a rock band and failed his Biology class last semester, so he has to take remedial classes over the summer. You're the Biology TA, double major in Psychology and Biology, watching him freak out over his make-up exam because he had overslept. Both of you are surrounded by rumors. Does the title stand for bad boy / good girl or bad bitch / good guy? Who knows.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; not the healthiest dynamic tbh; slight angst due to perceived unrequited love; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, begging, scratching / marking, choking, handjob (he is still wearing underwear), multiple orgasms, cowgirl, hair pulling, edging / orgasm denial, cock ring usage, m-masturbation, cum-eating); non-idol!BTS – rock singer, sub!Jungkook x studious, dom!reader

yes, it's SOWOOZOO JK, both the first yellow tropical look and the shredded black shirt look; for those who wanted him to be dom!JK, there is a moment when he is but not in the way you think because that's how I operate

Jeon Jungkook was a bad boy.

Wore too much black, dyed his hair too much, had tattoos, always had girls hanging around him. Sang in a rock band on the weekends, played electric guitar, played the game of how-many-numbers-can-I-get tonight? Never gave a girl his leather jacket to wear but was happy to buy her a drink and flirt with her until she got hot with arousal.

You were a good girl.

Always wore a blazer. Crisp white dress shirt and pleated skirt underneath, usually in a dark color. Sensible heels, but always heels. Did too many units a semester because you were double majoring in psychology and biology. Always arrived to class early, always turned in your assignments on time, always turned in your tests early and aced that shit. Took physics with calculus even though you didn’t have to because it was the harder one and you wanted a challenge.

Against the wall, shoving a fist into the neck, lips to lips, teeth snapping, hand travelling down, whimpering pleas and harsh growls, keep crying, I like it, ecstasy and pain, nails to skin. Tearing clothes off, biting, marking, I own you, and then, yes, you do, mouth and tongue, aching pleasure, cocked eyebrow, mocking the pathetic whines and cries, stopping right before the end, no, please, I’ve been good, and, you take what you get, hand fitting onto the neck, squeezing the sides, eyes rolling back, skin to skin, bruising slaps that would be seen tomorrow in the mirror, traced with shaking fingers and pants of an open mouth, moaning at the memory of sky-high pleasure while lightheaded and thoughtless, desperate to do it again.

There was a rumor.

Everyone liked Jeon Jungkook. He had two smiles, an endearing one and a teasing one. Both encapsulated the kind of person he was, honest and playful. He always sang with conviction, he rapped with savagery, and his lyrics were always from the heart. He always hung out with his bandmates after their performances at bars and interacted with those that came up to him. No one ever said Jungkook was mean or rude in any way.

And yet.

There was a rumor.

A rumor that Jeon Jungkook was taken.

He was the kind of guy that always made sure a drunk girl got home safe even though he didn’t know them. Paid for their taxi and everything. He focused a lot on his music and writing lyrics he thought would connect with others while taking into account his band members. He always told the truth if a girl confessed to him, saying he wasn’t looking right now, that he was very sorry if she thought otherwise, that there was someone he was already interested in.

“Oi.”

You slammed a hand onto the tabletop and Jeon Jungkook jumped, the shredded black shirt he was wearing falling down his shoulder, revealing his ink black tattoos on his tan skin. He was wearing a black tank top underneath.

“What’s with you? You missed the exam for your remedial class and you’ve spent the past ten minutes spacing out at your make-up exam,” you barked, pointing to his empty exam sheet. “You haven’t even filled out you name.”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “S… Sorry.”

You frowned. Why was he apologizing to you? Honestly, why did you sign up for this summer TA position again? Oh, right, money and credits. Hmph. It was really just an excuse for the professor to slack off while you did the tedious things like grading and watching over idiots that skipped class. Sorry, overslept. Hung over, probably, since this was the Jeon Jungkook. Rockstar, hottie, famous in his own way.

Whatever.

He could be Jesus Christ and you would still be scolding him for missing his remedial Biology exam.

“Fill out your name so at least I can fail you properly.”

Not that it mattered, since you knew who he was. He didn’t know you knew who he was, and you had zero incentive to inform him that you were indeed aware of the existence of black-haired, tattooed, chiseled-jaw, sparkly-eyed Jeon Jungkook, all due to the constant snide remarks that followed you in your wake.

You wouldn’t be such a bitch if a guy like Jeon Jungkook put you in your place.

Who the fuck was Jeon Jungkook?

This guy, this weirdo about to fail his fucking Biology exam in front of your face.

Impatiently, you rolled up the sleeves of your gray blazer and grabbed a chair, dragging it up to the table. You snapped the chair down and sat in it, smoothing your skirt. You liked to be neat. Even though university didn’t have a uniform, you liked to keep some sort of uniform for yourself. There was a sense of security in knowing you didn’t have to select an outfit every morning. Today, white dress shirt, gray blazer, pleated black skirt that hit slightly higher than mid-thigh. Every other outfit was some variation of this and, in the winter, you wore thick stockings.

You clicked your heels together under the table sharply.

He flinched at the sound.

Jungkook wasn’t looking at you. He was mumbling at his paper.

“I… I think I studied the wrong chapters…”

You clicked your tongue. Jeez.

His hand was shaking so bad that his pen was practically vibrating. You leaned over the table, grabbing his fist to still it.

“Stop.”

Your bare knees hit his bare knees, mostly because he was wearing black jeans with giant holes in them. Jungkook froze, head snapping up, silver earrings jangling, black hair flying, undercut visible for a second.

“You want to pass this class or what?”

He nodded quickly in response.

“Good. I want to get out of here. Keep your mouth shut. Answer to the first question is A.”

His eyes widened.

“Are you… helping me cheat?” he whispered, terrified.

You cocked your head, letting go of his hand. “You said you studied the wrong chapters. I’m not spending forty-five minutes of my life to watch you panic and then ten minutes more failing you,” you replied lowly, dangerous edge to your voice.

“I… couldn’t… I mean…”

You shoved his knees open with yours, narrowing your eyes as he yelped, pleading look in those brown doe eyes. You pressed your knees on the inside of his thighs, keeping them open.

“Answer to the second question is C.”

When Jungkook didn’t move, you reached over and cupped his chin. Felt his racing heartbeat pounding through his veins, coursing through your fingertips. Stared deep into those eyes, lowering the octave of your voice, keeping his thighs spread for you under the table.

“Listen to me,” you murmured softly. “Okay, Jungkook?”

“O… Okay…”

And he did.

There was a rumor.

Nobody liked you. Maybe it was because of your high scores ruining the class test average. Maybe it was the dismissive way you spoke to people, almost demeaning. Most likely it was a combination of the two. Students talked behind your back all the time, spreading rumors. Friends? What friends? You had an average of twenty class credits a semester. You didn’t have time to make friends. And besides, why try to make friends when clearly nobody wanted to be your friend?

And yet.

There was a rumor.

You ignored such things. You didn’t need such distractions.

“It would be too suspicious if you got full marks. This score is high enough.”

“O… Okay…”

“Get on the table.”

Jungkook scrambled on the wooden tabletop as you pushed his exam aside. You were still sitting in your chair. Your head tilted, eyebrow lifting at his speedy response to your rather suspicious request.

“You listened.”

He blinked at you. “Uh… yeah?”

Silence.

“Why?” you finally said.

Jungkook gulped. “Be… because you asked,” he mumbled, knees on the table, hands clutching his knees.

“You can just walk out and report me.”

He shook his head quickly, black hair flying everywhere. “I don’t want to.”

Your other eyebrow raised. He chewed on his lip, a flash of pink tongue in his movement.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”

Well.

You decided to test his conviction.

“Edge of the table. Spread your legs for me.”

Instantly, obediently, Jeon Jungkook surprised you by doing it, putting each leg on either side of you, chunky black sneakers hanging down. Shredded black shirt open, hands behind his ass, towering over you, and yet his eyes were watching you, waiting for more, begging for instruction.

“Hm.”

You raised your chin, seeing his impressively muscular thighs and body displayed for you to take. He was so close you could smell his clean, dreamy scent, like a meadow in summer dusk, surrounded by peeking stars and blinking fireflies. Interesting.

But you didn’t need the distraction.

“That’s it. You can go now,” you said dismissively, about to push your chair back.

His legs closed in, pressing firmly into your upper arms. Your eyes flickered up to him.

Jungkook shook his head very slowly.

“Do what you want.”

You saw his chest rise and fall, his silvery voice deepening, pupils expanding.

“I know you want to do something to me.”

His erection was bulging against the zipper of his black jeans. Your eyes went back to his face. He shivered at your sharp stare. All of this was happening in an otherwise empty lecture hall, with you and Jungkook at the very bottom.

Just you and him.

You placed your hands on his thighs. He jumped a little, but scooted closer to you. You slid your hands up. You undid the button of his jeans, scrutinizing those brown eyes. He raised his hips to help you as you pulled the zipper down.

“You don’t know me,” you finally said, no inflection in your voice.

He didn’t look away. “I don’t care.”

“Hmm.” You smirked. “Bad boy, aren’t you?”

Jungkook shook his head slightly, but didn’t break eye contact as you pulled his pants to his knees and reached for his black boxer briefs. “No. I’m a good guy. I want to give you what you want.” You hooked your fingers over the waistband and nicked his skin with your nails, making him gasp, the pleasure evident in his tone. He did not try to hide it from you. “I want to be good for you.”

“Why is that?”

He hung his head a little.

“Something about… how you make me feel…” he muttered. His gaze finally faltered. You reached up and righted his chin, forcing him to look at you. Saw that Jungkook had a mole under his mouth, perfectly in the center. He had a nice shape to his pink lips. You tapped his cheek, nudging him to elaborate. “You… You’re so pretty… and smart… Everyone looks up to you because you have such good grades…”

You doubted that.

Jungkook probably had no idea that most of the school hated your guts.

You didn’t have classes with Jungkook, but you were sure he knew your name because your name was posted on the Dean’s List of the highest-ranking students of the university every semester. Also, you weren’t hard to miss. Every student moved out of your way when you walked through the halls, whispering behind their hands.

Jungkook brought you back to the present.

“I feel,” he whispered, voice trembling, gaze locking with yours. “I feel like I want to be on my knees for you.”

His skin was warm under your nails.

“Like this is where I belong, in your hands.”

You stood up.

Jungkook started, turning into a tight squeak as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Lift up your shirt with both hands.”

He did was he was told, revealing his toned abs and the lower half of his pecs, biting his lip, clutching onto his tank top, ears turning red as he craned his head to look down at you. You didn’t give him any satisfying response. His tan skin seemed to glow under the overhead lights. You studied his face.

Reached up and began to rub his erection through his underwear.

“A… ah…”

“Gonna make you cum like this.”

He shook his head quickly. “P… Please, no…”

You felt him swell and twitch under your hand. He was pretty big. Thick. Pretty boy with a pretty dick, probably. You rubbed the head with your palm, feeling his pre-cum leaking through the thin fabric. He wasn’t kidding when he said you made him feel some kind of way.

“Why not? Make you cum in your underwear and then you have to go all the way home covered in it. All dirty, just for me.”

His handsome face twisted with sinful pleasure at your suggestion, whimpers in his throat. His cock jerked with need, wanting it.

“O… Okay. Whatever you want.”

So obedient.

“So obedient, Jungkook,” you purred, rubbing faster.

He nodded. “For you. Only for you. Just for you.”

Was it just saying those things because he thought that was what you wanted to hear? Or was that how he actually felt? Surely not the latter, considering he didn’t really know you. You leaned over him, placing your free elbow on the table to stabilize yourself. You hadn’t even kissed him.

“You’re so hard for me,” your drawled, lowering your head, letting your warm breath float down onto his skin. “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“Y… yes, please…”

“You want to be my toy?”

You pressed your lips to his bellybutton, feeling the smoothness of his skin, tasting it. He moaned at your kiss, your swift tongue flickering out to that delicious skin, whining when your teeth nipped at the softness. Fuck, he tasted so good that you wanted to mark him. Looked so fucking good that you wanted to mess him up, mar him with temporary imperfections on the perfection that was Jeon Jungkook.

“Yes…”

With breathless, lustful conviction.

You licked up his abs, increasing the intensity and speed of rubbing the engorged head of his cock, the pre-cum already soaked through and creating a slippery surface, turning Jungkook’s pitched whines to deep moans, a melody that filled up the entire lecture hall until was the only thing you could hear, Jungkook’s moans as you bit his skin, his moans as you sucked on his skin, moans as you kissed the hard muscle, cries for more at you left marks, pleading for you, sweet and beautiful, clutching his shirt so tight that his knuckles were white, the black tattoos of his right hand standing out, his cock throbbing in your hand, his hips rising to hump your palm, your name on his lips, over and over and over.

“Gonna… gonna cum…” he panted, sniffing slightly, cheeks flushing pink. “Gonna cum like how you want me to, all over my underwear…”

Your fingertips touched his side, seeing him stiffen and then shudder at your gentle caress.

“Do it,” you murmured. “Show me how good you are at listening, Jungkook.”

He bit his lower lip, jaw clenching, squeezing his eyes shut, tipping his head back into the tabletop, whining your name in his chest, your palm working him, slick and hot and hard, pulsating under your roughness. With a sharp moan, his lower lip popped out of his teeth, dark red and swollen, small mole quivering.

“F-Fuck…!”

You felt it and heard it, the unmistakable jolt and squelch as his orgasm splattered inside his boxer briefs, drenching the fabric, drenching your hand, his embarrassed whines as he realized what he had done but still humping your hand, forcing out every last twitch of dribbling cum, causing you to smear it everywhere, coating the sensitive head and adding to the pleasure, his cheeks flushed red, eyes squeezed shut to savor the pleasure and avoid looking at you.

“Shh…”

You crawled onto the table, still holding his cock through his soiled underwear, squeezing it, free hand slipping under his head and lifting him, his eyes weakly opening, scared and anxious, but all you did was lean down and kiss him, pressing your lips to that pure softness, exhaling his name into his mouth, his scent staining your hand, his cologne filling your nose, your whisper in his throat.

“Time for you to go home.”

Jungkook thought you would tell everyone.

You did no such thing.

Instead, you ignored him.

He would see you three times a week and, three times a week, you arrived with the professor and left with the professor. Jungkook tried much harder to attend classes, but you seemed not to care either way. He would come to the front and collect his assignment and find that you had marked it up exactly like everyone else, red marks all over his incorrect answers. You didn’t even look in his direction.

The next exam was coming up quickly.

Part of him considered skipping exam day to have one-on-one time with you again.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, jerking his head towards the hall, confused. Somehow, he had heard your voice. Or rather, did he imagine it? His teeth sunk into his lip, placing a hand on his forehead, confused. His head was confused. He couldn’t think straight. Why had he done such an embarrassing thing with you? Even you had told him to leave and report you. But Jungkook just couldn’t. Not then and not now. He had asked for it.

He still wanted it.

Nobody knew. Everybody thought he was a cocky, womanizing playboy. And he was, but not because of the sex. It was only because he was bored and that was all he could get. There was power in being on top.

And there was power in letting go.

You were bad for him.

He was a good guy.

You were a bad bitch.

And nobody knew.

A hand slapped down on his shoulder and yanked him around, the loose short sleeves of his yellow tropical shirt flaring out, making his sunglasses rattle on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him. Instant shivers down his spine at your stern gaze.

“Are you deaf?” you snapped. “I’ve been calling your name for the past minute.”

“I… S-Sor–”

You waved a hand dismissively, grabbing his right hand and slapping down a post-it into it.

“Chapters for the exam, including the date and time. Do not miss it this time. I will not let you make it up and fail you on the spot.”

You turned on your heel, letting go of his hand.

His left one shot out and circled around your arm, his rings pressing into your skin.

“Wait.”

You jerked your head towards him, glaring sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

And you yanked your arm out of his grasp, but his legs made the choice for him, following your swift strides, his backpack hanging off one shoulder, clutching the post-it and his last strands of sanity.

“Please, wait.”

“What?” was your curt response, not looking back at him.

“Please do it again,” he gasped breathlessly, unable to stop himself.

“Do what?”

“Have your way with me.”

You stopped walking.

Jungkook walked straight into your back and banged his nose on your head. He winced, stepping back and rubbing it gingerly. He didn’t register you turning around until it was too late and you were right in his face. You raised your chin and eyebrow simultaneously.

“No.”

He blinked rapidly, his tinted sunglasses halfway down the bridge of his nose.

“W… Why? Did you not like it? Was… was I bad?”

You let out an amused scoff.

The side of your lips curved upwards.

He had made you smile, even if only a little bit. Just that small thing was enough to feed his courage.

“I…” Jungkook coughed, clearing his throat before he spoke again, voice still a soft whisper in his embarrassment even though no one was around to eavesdrop. “I can be better. I can do better.”

Silence.

He thought you were going to walk away again.

You reached up and plucked his glasses off his nose. Folded them neatly and tucked them in his tropical shirt pocket. Then your eyes found his again and he knew something was different. He could see you clearly now, his vision no longer clouded by sienna.

Now, Jungkook could no longer stop it.

He could feel it all over him, coursing through his veins, arousal like fire. Something about you and something about him. Jungkook could sense the danger, but he didn’t want to run even though he knew he should. He had heard the rumors surrounding you. They could be true.

And yet.

“I want it,” Jungkook breathed, inviting himself into the danger. “I want you. I want to be your toy.”

Your discerning expression didn’t change.

You reached up and gripped his chin, digging your nails into his soft skin.

He whimpered in his chest, moving closer to you.

“What’s my name?”

His brows furrowed, saying your name hesitantly.

You pulled his chin down so he was eye-level.

“Next time you say my name, I will be choking it out of you.”

Everyone thought Jeon Jungkook was the kind of guy to grip your wrist with his left hand and your throat in his right, his lips against your ear and his sweaty chest against your back as you slapped your ass into his crotch and fucked yourself with his rock-hard cock, his smirk in your ear as he provided you with a certain type of encouragement.

“That’s right, you want this dick, don’t you? Show me. Prove to me you want it.”

His fingertips tightening against the sides of your neck, listening to your pathetic cries and moans as you tried to squirm against him, brain running out of oxygen due to lack of blood, running out of thoughts, running out of pleas as Jungkook gripped your wrist, deep snarl against your hair as he roughly finished himself off using your body because that’s all you were, someone to be used by him and nothing more, neck suddenly released with a breathless gasp and shoved face first into the sheets with his right hand splayed on your back, his tattoos and your orgasm crashing down on you, his growls staining the air and a fierce jerk of his hips to spill into your tight hole and leave you moments after, nothing but a discarded toy in his eyes.

You thought.

That was what everyone thought when Jeon Jungkook stood on stage, flipping his dark violet microphone between verses and smirking like a devil, truly in command of every thought and every pair of eyes on him, surrounded by a heavy bass line and deafening drums, guitar solo tearing through the moment to emphasize the next of his lips nearing the mic again, entrancing the crowd with his beautiful lips and talented tongue.

No one knew.

You were riding him hard and fast, torn condom wrappers and used condoms littering his bed, back-to-back orgasms, his head pressed into his pillows, your hand around his neck, the other leaving long lines down his chest, scratching him so hard that it dotted red, blooming lines of pain.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, f-fuck…”

Jungkook was hoarsely whispering, clutching his sheets, black hair soaked with sweat, raising his chest to your nails, whimpering, punish me, punish me, punish me, and you muttered plainly with a sharp edge, you talk too much, your grip tightening again, pressing onto the sides of his neck, cutting off the blood flow, and Jungkook moaned gratefully, eyelids fluttering, the slap of your hips to his louder and louder, filling up his whole bedroom, rattling his bedframe, fucking him so hard he was slowly sliding up to his headboard.

Your name fell from his lips in pure ecstasy, back arching to shove his whole length fully into you, thick and hard and twitching with need, your slick walls clamping down on him, fitting to him with a hiss. He began to match you, breathless, lightheaded, world hazy, moaning from deep in his chest, I love you, and your reply was only tightening your grip, your hand and your pussy, harder, harder, harder.

“Aren’t you such a good guy?” you scoffed sarcastically, letting up for only a second to let him reply, blood rocketing back into his brain, flooding him with oxygen, and Jungkook sucked in a lungful of air, reeling.

“N-No…” he panted. “You’re the good girl… you’re always s-so… so good to me…”

His eyes locked with yours hazy with lust and love. You almost looked away out of instinct.

“You a-always remember… what I like…” he managed to choke out.

You left him when you were done using him.

You pretended he didn’t say those words to you. There was no point in acknowledging the nonsense that he said in the middle of being choked and barely functioning. You tapped your pencil against your textbook.

You caught yourself thinking about him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes flickered to the clock. Late at night on a Friday. He was probably at a bar. You watched the second hand of your plain silver clock tick, tick away. You never asked to watch him and his band perform even though Jungkook always made it a point to text you the address and the time.

It was obvious Jungkook didn’t want you to be his secret.

He wasn’t really your secret either. You just saw no benefit to letting anyone know there was a connection between you and Jeon Jungkook. After all, you were just using him.

You stopped tapping your pencil.

Stared at the second hand.

Tick.

Heard the voices of the rumors poisoning you, saying the things they said.

She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else because she’s a nerd.

The only reason she has good grades is because she fucked that one professor.

I heard she dated him.

I mean, there’s a reason he left in the middle of the semester, right?

He had a wife!

Snap.

Your eyes flickered down.

The tip of your pencil lead rolled across the page, leaving tiny pinpricks of granite.

There was never any evidence because nothing happened. Nothing happened between you and said psychology professor. He left in the middle of the semester because his wife had a miscarriage and he wanted to be with her. It had nothing to do with you. You had long discussions with him about life and existentialism, hanging out during his office hours.

Sometimes, you felt bad.

Had you kept him from his wife? Would it have not happened if he just skipped his office hours and didn’t spend them talking to you? These were irrational, foolish thoughts. They made you guilty even when there was nothing to be guilty about.

He was a nice guy, mid-thirties. Everyone liked this professor.

They blamed you because they didn’t know.

Only you knew, because he told you with tears in his eyes and thanked you for being his student.

You didn’t tell anyone, because he did not owe you an explanation and you were not going to divulge someone’s personal business that they had shared with you in confidence. You watched your reputation crumble and fall apart, watched friends ostracize you, because you didn’t tell them anything and they didn’t believe you. You watched yourself turn bitter and hateful.

Just tell the truth.

There was no truth to be told.

You put your pencil down.

Closed your eyes.

Remembered Jungkook’s face.

Your hands were in his hair, pulling hard. His hot breath was in your face, arms shaking as he held himself up, fucking you into his mattress with whines in his chest, begging you, begging you, begging you.

“P-Please… let me cum, please…”

You liked to watch the sweat clinging to his high cheekbones and neck, jaw glistening with tension, feeling his strong body between your legs, his twitching hardness sliding into you repeatedly in rough, hard smacks, squeezing him every time he was fully sheathed inside you, vibrations coursing through you every time he came down.

“Not until I’m done,” you growled and he whimpered, pleading look in those brown doe eyes, black pupils expanded, unable to cum because a vibrating cock ring was restricting his orgasm, keeping him hard but unable to climax, sending thundering pleasure through him and into you. He watched helplessly as you gripped his hair, hissing sharply as another wave of pleasure overtook you, closing your eyes to savor it, savor his swollen cock twitching inside you as he felt the intense massage of your pussy walls closing around him, throbbing around the head and driving him insane, moaning pathetically because he couldn’t follow suit no matter how desperate he was.

Jungkook didn’t ask if you were done.

He just kept going because you told him he couldn’t cum until you were done.

And you didn’t say you were done.

You stared into those brown orbs, hazy with lust and full of conviction to be good for you.

Desperate to be the best and the only one, not knowing there was no one else because no one else wanted you like the way Jeon Jungkook wanted you.

“Pull out.”

“B-But…”

“You heard me,” you exhaled, throbs of pleasure still trembling through you. Your hands slid down, cupping his chin, nails digging into his sweaty cheeks. “Obey.”

With a pained whine, Jungkook obeyed, pulling out of you, his cock covered in your juices, wearing a condom and the black cock ring. You reached over with one hand to press the button on the remote to turn in off.

“Take it all off. Let me see your cock.”

He reached down and slowly pulled the cock ring off, taking the condom with it, whimpering at the sensitivity, his tone hitting a lovely pitched groan as the silicone squeezed the base of the head. His whole body was shaking as it fell from his hands, the veins on his length standing out, head purple-red and angry, white pre-cum slowly beading at the tip, and his face, looking down at you, waiting for your next move.

Cock waiting to be used.

You tapped your chest.

“Cum on my tits.”

“B-But–”

You cut him off.

“You’re going to cum on my tits and then you’re going to lick it off while I watch.”

He listened.

Jungkook straddled your waist with his thighs, muscular and defined, right hand wrapping around his cock, sweat making the tattoos on his forearm and shoulder glow in the low light, smelling like sex and musk, his core tightening as he touched his overstimulated length, using the lube of the condom and his own pre-cum to add to the pleasure as he began to stroke himself, moaning as you lifted your hands and cupped your breasts, pushing them together, his eyes on the curve of your cleavage and points of your hard nipples sticking out, and then your face, an indifferent look with a cocked eyebrow, taunting him, unimpressed by his timid grip on his cock, so he squeezed harder, tighter, embarrassing cries falling from his mouth, living for the smirk that slowly began to form on your lips.

It empowered him somehow, that smirk, the little inkling of satisfaction that Jungkook wanted, needed, craved, knowing he was doing well, being good, furiously pumping his aching cock over your pressed-together tits and he couldn’t last, couldn’t help it, too overstimulated and too turned on, too in love with this to prevent himself from tipping over with a hot gasp, spilling streams of sticky white lines over your breasts, spreading them everywhere, making a huge mess because he wanted a huge mess to clean up, shoving the head into your cleavage and shuddering at the sensation of warmth to his scorching heat, able to feel the pulse of the engorged tip dripping out what was left, shivers up and down his spine, the words falling from his mouth that he never stopped saying even though you never acknowledged them.

“I... l-love you…”

He stayed like that for nearly a full minute, but you didn’t tell him to get off.

His eyes were closed, savoring the feeling.

Slowly, Jungkook gingerly removed himself, lowering his body over yours, tongue sliding out, touching your skin covered in his cum, his taste, mine, no one else’s, him on you, lapping it up, salty and bitter and yet he loved it, loved that you told him to do it, loved that you let him paint your skin with his orgasm and now his saliva. He didn’t care that you never said anything to his I love you, didn’t care that you seemed to pretend he never said it, because he would continue saying it when he was with you, hopeless as it was.

It was the small things that kept him going, sucking his own cum off your nipple and wrapping his lips around it, hearing your soft sigh of pleasure, feeling the tap on his thigh that instructed him to scoot up, the small thing of your hand closing in on his spent cock, sending sparks of pain but also pleasure, moaning into your skin as you massaged his balls with your fingers, knowing that he could take more pressure and roughness because he had just came, the small thing of your thumb rubbing the sensitive slit, his face pressing into your breasts, smearing his cheek with his cum and saliva, sliding across your slick skin because of the intensity of the high it gave him, the pleasure and the pain, his right arm coming up to wrap around you, tattoos cradling your torso.

“I love you…” he whispered to your racing heart under his ear, lost in the rhythm of your heartbeat and the firmness of your touch. Jungkook did not care if you hated him saying it.

He would continue saying it as long as he was with you.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…?”

“Hmm.”

He placed his hand over the bottom of his phone and smiled at the cute girl that was talking to him at the bar.

“Sorry. I have to take this call. It’s important to me.”

He didn’t hear her response, because he backed away, bowing lightly, pressing his phone back to his ear.

“Ah, never mind, Jungkook.”

“No, no. What is it? Tell me.”

“You’re at a noisy place. It’s Saturday night.”

Jungkook pushed through the people, mumbling his apologies and straining to hear your voice over the thundering bass. “I finished. Well, we finished. We’re only drinking. I can leave at any time. I’ll just text the guys to bring my equipment back for me. Where are you?”

“Forget it.”

He opened the door of the club as the dial tone rang in his ear.

Looked up.

Your hand dropped to your side. You were still in your white dress shirt and navy skirt, dressed exactly like you were when at school minus the blazer. Jungkook’s eyes widened. He was in a torn-up long-sleeve shirt with the right sleeve removed, showing off his tattoos. His black hair was wild and half-wet, and he was wearing tight leather pants.

You clicked your tongue.

“I said forget it,” you repeated hollowly.

You sighed and turned around, skirt swishing in your wake.

“Wait, I’ll come with you–”

“Go back to where you belong, Jungkook.”

His hand closed around your forearm, holding tight.

“I belong with you.”

You stopped walking, silent.

“What is it? Tell me.”

You scowled. “It’s dumb.”

“So am I, remember?” he chuckled, his hand slipping down, squeezing yours. “I’m not very good at school.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Cars and people brushed past, but Jungkook was focused onto on your stillness, watching your eyes seemed to be thinking about many things. You hadn’t pulled your hand out of his yet. By now, Jungkook knew that if you didn’t want something, you wouldn’t be shy about telling him right away.

You started walking again. Jungkook was still holding your hand.

“It was just a moment of weakness,” you mumbled under your breath.

“A guy…?”

You didn’t answer.

Jungkook squeezed your hand. “It’s okay,” he murmured tightly. “I understand.”

He did not. He wanted to cry.

Your eyes shot to him, pinning him in place. “You don’t understand, Jeon Jungkook. You understand nothing.” You pulled your hand out of his and Jungkook let go, trying to hold his pain, trying not to breathe because he was preparing himself for the inevitable, the moment you were going to break his heart and, if it was right here and right now, then so be it, because he had said how he felt repeatedly and there was nothing more he could do than that.

He loved you so, so bad.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, that it was madness, but he did anyway.

But you surprised him.

Your sharp gaze softened.

“You know what they say about me. You have to know,” you exhaled, shaking your head. “You must know the rumors.”

Good girl gone bad.

Jungkook frowned. “About you and the professor?”

He watched your jaw clench.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

Your eyes shifted, not quite looking at him.

“Whether something did or didn’t happen, what does that have to do with me?”

And now you looked at him, guarded, not letting him know your thoughts.

“You…” He swallowed, trying to press the lump down in his throat. “You’re just using me, right? It doesn’t… doesn’t really matter, because in the end I don’t matter to you anyway… right?”

He did not want to cry and yet he did, because he knew he loved you. It was the small things, the way you never let up on him even in class, the way you picked days that were never the weekend and never before exams, the way you would brush your fingertips on his knuckles before leaving when you thought he was asleep, the way on the last time, the last time you were together, that you pressed your lips to his forehead when you thought he was asleep, running your fingers through his hair.

Jungkook was standing outside this bar and there were people he knew walking past, seeing you and him, but he kept his eyes on you, because the only one that mattered was you.

The one he belonged to was you.

He had decided that when he climbed onto the table that day.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and let out a heavy breath. “If people say things about you, then they say things about you. Whether it’s the truth or not doesn’t change the fact I love you. It doesn’t make me love you less,” Jungkook said, speaking at his usual volume, because there was no reason to whisper the truth. “Even if it’s pointless and crazy, I want to be with you until the day you don’t want to be with me.”

His smiled and blinked back tears.

“Even if that day is today, I will never regret it.”

In this cruel summer, you could have ruined his reputation. You could have told everyone the kind of person he really was and you didn’t. You could have spread embarrassing stories of the things you made him do and you didn’t.

Even if he didn’t matter to you, Jungkook was confident that you weren’t a malicious person.

You rubbed your forehead. “The rumors will come to you.”

Jungkook laughed. “So what? I heard a rumor that I removed two ribs so I could suck my own dick. I admit, I considered doing it after hearing that.”

You scowled, but Jungkook only smiled in return. He could see the tension falling from your face with his comment. You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, as if to say, can’t be helped.

“There’s no other guy,” you muttered. “There’s just you and you’re dumb.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly, confused.

“You say it over and over and make me think about it all the time.” You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not a good girl. People pushed me away and I stayed there instead of trying to repair the burned bridges. I don’t even think I want to repair them. Who knows what will happen next? I don’t think it would be a good idea to put you through that shit.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, looking at him apologetically.

“You’re not the bad boy everyone says you are. You’re a good guy. You should find a good girl.”

Is that what you think? Jungkook chuckled, taking out his hand and rubbing his nose thoughtfully.

“I don’t want a good girl.”

He stepped toward you, lowering his hand and his head so that he was eye level with you.

“I love a bad bitch who can push me around and makes me their toy.”

He tilted his head, small curve on those beautiful lips, tiny mole underneath appearing with every smile.

“Which can only be you, you know.”

Jungkook didn’t try to kiss you. He only wanted to look into your eyes so you knew his conviction.

“I love you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ve heard you say it.”

He nodded. “And I’m going to keep saying it until the day you leave me.”

Silence.

Ah.

Your eyebrow lowered and you gave him an indifferent look.

“Hm. I wonder when that will be, Jungkook.”

You leaned in, but before you kissed him, he heard the whisper against his lips, felt the shape of yours as they brushed against his, words he prepared himself to never hear from you, words that he thought you would never say, and that was fine with him, because you showed it, and that was enough.

He thought.

“I love you.”

And then your lips on his and his tears fell onto your cheeks because Jungkook wanted to cry all this time and he could not stop now, knowing that he was so, so in love with you and you finally, finally said it back to him.

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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Give it time

Summary: Tony throws a party. Loki and you are in an established relationship. He watches the party and sees you and Steve getting too close for his liking. So, he decides to do something about it.

Word count: 3.185 words

Warnings: Angst, jealously, insecure Loki/soft Loki

Give it time He heard you laughing out loud again, from across the room. Loki was by the bar and already on his fourth, or fifth? no definitely fourth, drink of Asgardian mead. At least Thor was useful for something. He gulped down the rest of his drink and signalled the mortal behind the bar to pour him another. It looked like he was going to say something to him, but giving him his best death glare, to mortal held his tongue. He took a large sip and turned around eyeing the room. Tony was entertaining some of his friends, the widow was flirting with Banner who was oblivious to all hints and then he saw you with the soldier. The perfectly, honest, can do no wrong in his life soldier. He took another large sip. Thor was walking towards him.

‘Are you forgetting that you’re not drinking mortal alcohol, brother? Thor asked concerned.

‘No, of course not’ Loki replied irritated. I’m not like you. I’m only on my fourth drink, fourth right? Yeah, definitely fourth he thought.

‘Where’s your lady?’ Thor asked. Loki took another sip of his drink and gestured towards you and Steve.

‘Ah, at least she is in good company I see’ Thor said. Even tough Loki knew he didn’t mean it like that, the comment hurt him. But that was not something he would show. Before he could reply Thor was called by Tony, who probably wanted another attempt at wielding Mjölnir. Like that pathetic excuse of a man could ever wield it. Loki was distracted from his thoughts when he heard your laugh again. He heard it every time, it was the most wonderful and purest sound he had ever heard. He watched as you and Steve laughed with each other. Steve was getting a little too close for Loki’s liking, but he had learned not to disturb you. He was not in the mood to be having that fight with you, again. He is just a friend, he would never make a move knowing I’m with you, he isn’t like that, you had told him time and time again. Still, Loki never fully trusted Steve. When it came to you, he trusted no man.

He downed his drink and made a hand gesture to the mortal behind the bar, not caring to actually acknowledge his present this time. When his cup was filled again he took another sip. He watched as you told a story to Steve and saw your whole face light up. Maybe, you should be with someone like Steve. He is everything I am not. He is nice, polite, caring, courageous and he would treat you right. He was good, irritatingly good. In all the time Loki had known Steve he was waiting for him to slip up, make a mistake, but Loki was starting to think that day would never come. He tried to treat you like the queen you were, but he felt like he always comes up short with you. You had tried to reassure him that you loved him and would be his until the end of time, but Loki didn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe it. It won’t be long before she realizes she can do better. Everyone eventually does. Loki started to wonder how much time he would have left before Steve, or someone else, would steal you away. His preference would be anyone but Steve, he really hated Steve. He needed to be careful, he couldn’t bare losing you. Not this soon, if ever. He took another large sip of his cup, but realized it was empty. Damn mortal bartender forgot to refill my cup, again.

He signalled the bartender rather angry, the man looked frightened at him. Loki gave him a wicked grin and he swore he saw the man tremble a little. He loved to scare people. Something a good man, a better man, one deserving of you, would never do he thought while his smile faltered. Loki grabbed his cup and turned around. He saw that your story was coming to an end. The look on Steve’s face made him sick. He took a large sip. I should distract myself he thought. He eyed the room again, but the only thing he could do was sit beside Thor, who was telling some war story. Loki wasn’t in the mood. Loki looked back towards you when he heard you laugh again. Steve said something to you, but you couldn’t hear him. Stark had turned the music up. Horrible loud music. That’s when he saw the soldier put a hand around you and place it on your lower back. He pulled you slightly towards you and you whispered something in his ear.

THAT’S IT! Loki didn’t care anymore. He would not stand for this. He smashed his glass on the ground behind the bar, making the bartender flinch. Normally, he would laugh, but he had to get to you as fast as he could. He took a few steps, his balance felt a little off, but he didn’t care. He walked towards you as fast as he could. He slapped the soldier’s hand from your lower back and put his arm around your waist. He pulled you flush against him ‘Darling, a word’ he hissed.

‘Loki, I don’t think..’ Steve started before Loki put his hand in the air to silence him. He quickly teleported the two of you back to his chambers. He let go of you and locked the door. When he turned around he saw the rather angry expression on your face. But it was nowhere near the angry expression you saw on his face. ‘WHAT THE HELL, LOKI!’ you yelled at him, startled from the sudden change in environment. He didn’t respond, maybe teleporting wasn’t the best idea I ever had. There was an awkward silence that lasted longer than he would have liked. He was still searching for his words. ‘Why?’ you asked him.

‘I didn’t feel like watching how the two of you were flirting’ he replied.

‘You honestly think I was FLIRTING with him?’ you exclaimed.

‘He had his arm around you’ he responded.

‘He just pulled me closer so we could hear each other. Tony had turned up the music so loud, we couldn’t hear each other’ you replied.

‘He kept holding you’ the anger Loki had first felt was ebbing away. He didn’t want to admit, he would never to anyone, but he was trying to keep his emotions in check. He was certain you were going to dump him and run into the arms of the soldier, and Loki felt like crying.

‘So? It was a friendly gesture’ you said. That fuelled his anger once again. He loved you, but you were rather naïve sometimes. Loki really didn’t want to have this fight, again. He needed you to stay with him, he couldn’t let go of you, he won’t do it ever. He walked a few steps in your direction and was relieved he didn’t see you back away. He put his arm on the lower of your back and leaned in ‘Is this a friendly gesture?’ he whispered. He noticed how your breath hitched a little, you leaned in a little closer and your lips were almost touching his. ‘I think you need a reminder who you belong to’ he said huskily. It was a bold move, but he hoped it would keep you from leaving him.

A sly smile appeared on his face as he saw you swallow hard at his words. He knew what buttons to push to get you there. He let his lips ghost over yours and held back the urge to kiss you again and again, until you were out of breath. He needed to hear you moan, feel you whiter underneath him and realize that you needed him, hopefully enough to stay with him. He slowly started to walk you backwards until your legs hit his bed. He laid you down and immediately crawled on top of you. He started to kiss your collarbone and made his way up to your throat and ear. Making sure to leave bruises and marks, he loved to mark you. That way everybody would know you were his, and only his. He felt your heartbeat increase and your soft gasps, making him smile against your skin.

‘You’re mine’ he growled lowly in your ear. He felt you shiver slightly and noticed goosebumps starting to appear on your skin. He got up and startled your legs. With one strong movement he ripped your dress right through. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard you gasp. Then he saw that you didn’t wore any underwear. He cocked an eyebrow to silently asked you why. ‘I thought this would be easier for you’ you smirked, answering his silent question. Loki felt his cock stir, but right before he could continue the thought of Steve being so close to you, without you wearing any underwear popped into his head. He tried to distract himself and latched his mouth to one of your nipples. He massaged the other one by rolling your hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. Already gasping and panting for air, and I have barely begun. He started to feel a bit dizzy, but ignored it. Maybe I should have listened to Thor and ease up on the drinks next time.

When he was finished with your breasts he slowly trailed open mouth kisses down your body. Making sure to kiss every inch of your body. He hummed against your skin when he felt you spread your legs. He kissed you lower and lower, stopping right before he was at your clit. He was pleased to smell your arousal, a scent as divine as the finest flower on Asgard. He ghosted your clit, knowing that drove you crazy. He felt your hands in his hair, urging him to stop teasing you. Loki let his tongue slip out and give you a light lick on your clit. His plan was to have you begging for more, but when he heard the moan that left your lips, he lost it. He latched his mouth firmly on your clit and swirled the hardened bud with his tongue. You tried to buck away at the sudden stimulation, but pulled your thighs over his shoulders and hold you firmly in place. ‘O god.. o god..’ you started to chant. It was lovely to hear, but not enough. Loki upped his game and let two fingers enter between your folds. He felt the wetness between your thighs and his fingers met no resistance. He slowly started to finger-fuck you while swirling his tongue on your clit in the same rhythm.

After only a short time he felt your walls clench around his fingers and knew you were close. The thought to stop crossed his mind for a second, but he would hear you beg soon enough. ‘O god, Loki’ you cried out as he felt the wave of pleasure wash over you. Your walls clenched hard around his fingers and you tried to move his tongue away from your clit, but failed. He kept pumping in and out of you while slowly circling your clit with his tongue. He wanted to prolong the feeling of your pleasure as long as he could. Once he noticed you started to come down from your high, he shimmered your clothes away and kissed his way back up to your mouth.

He kissed you passionately while lining his hardened cock up with your entrance. ‘Hmm… Loki’ you moaned into the kiss. Right before he entered you he stilted and looked at you with a playful smile on his face. ‘Yes, darling?’ he asked feigning innocence. You tried to buck your hips so he would enter you, but Loki resisted.

‘If there is something you want, all you need to do is ask’ he mused while nibbling on your earlobe.

‘Take me’ you whispered. Loki kissed you eagerly again and entered you in one smooth motion. You gasped, you did it every time he entered you. It was his favourite part, every time. He felt your walls clenching down right away, and knew you still hadn’t come fully down from your orgasm. He didn’t give you time to recover and started to pound into you like this was the last time he would fuck you. Maybe it is. He tried to push the thought away and focus on your withering beneath him. He pulled your legs over his shoulder and leaned down to leave open kisses on your mouth. Sometimes he would slide his tongue in yours, exploring every inch and taking your breath away. He felt he was close and started to circle your clit with his fingers. He felt your walls clench and knew that if you came, he was done for. So, he stilted all movements and revelled inside when he hears a needy whine escape your lips.

‘Loki’ you panted, hoping that he would go on. But he made no movement.

‘Who do you belong to?’ he asked

‘You, I belong to you’ you said while catching your breath. Loki slowly started to resume his movements.

‘And who can make you feel like this?’ he grunted

‘God, yo- you, only you!’ you exclaimed when Loki picked up his pace.

‘Who’s this God you keep praying to?’ he mused, already knowing your answer.

‘You. God you. Please Loki, please let me come’ you begged him.

He snapped his hips as fast as he could and his fingers found your clit. He felt your walls clench. A feeling of pride went through him when he heard you chant his name so loud, the whole tower could probably hear it. In the middle of your orgasm, he felt his cock twitch and his seed spilled inside of you. Every time he came inside of you it felt like Valhalla itself. He pumped a few more times to ride out his own orgasm and pulled out. He laid down next to you, not wanting to collapse on top of you and crushing him with his weight. The feeling of dizziness grew and he even felt a little sick. Definitely drinking less next time. You crawled against him and he wrapped his arm around you. He was surprised when you kissed his cheek, not expecting the loving gesture.

‘You know, you don’t have to be jealous at Steve. There is nothing going on, I only want you’ you tried to reassure him. Loki just stared at the ceiling, he didn’t want to meet your gaze.

‘I don’t trust him’ he gritted through his teeth, trying to hold back his anger towards Steve.

‘Do you trust me?’ you asked him.

He was kind of startled that you asked him did. He looked into your eyes and saw a hint of hurt and desperation in them. He gave you a kiss on your forehead ‘With my life’ he whispered.

‘Then trust me, I will never leave you for Steve or any other man’ you tried to reassure him. You snuggled closer and kissed his chest. Loki wanted to tell you that you couldn’t possibly make such a promise, and that you shouldn’t. Not to him. But he was happy to have you next to him – for now - and didn’t want to spoil it. Not wanting to talk about it anymore he gave you a kiss on your head ‘We should clean up, you’re staying here tonight?’ he asked.

‘Of course, just like every other night this past week’ you giggled. You got up and went to the bathroom, while Loki cleaned himself with his seidr. ‘You need anything from the kitchen?’ he asked to you.

‘A water would be nice’ you replied from the bathroom.

Loki put on his sweatpants and went to the kitchen. He heard the party still in full swing on the floor above him. He opened the fridge to get a water bottle. When he closed he noticed that Steve had entered the kitchen, and he couldn’t give up his change to annoy him. ‘Sorry if we were too loud, I would tell you it won’t happen again tonight. But even I can’t tell that lie with a straight face’ Loki smirked towards Steve. He was a bit annoyed when Steve just shrugged ‘I barely heard the two of you’ he replied.

‘But I was a little concerned about you. You sure seemed a little intoxicated, you’re feeling better? Steve asked with genuine concern on his face. But Loki could see through the lie, he was actually mocking him. Knowing full well he drank too much, and why. Still, he played along.

‘Nothing a god like me can’t handle, mortal’ he replied rather dryly.

‘Good, for a moment there I was worried I had to take your lady home’ Steve said. This time making less of an attempt to show genuine concern.

‘You have nothing to worry about. I will always take her home’ he replied rather irritated.

The soldier just winked at him ‘Give it time’ he said while exiting the kitchen. Loki felt sick all over again and rushed towards the sink to vomit. When he was done he was scared that Steve had heard him, but he wasn’t there and didn’t hear him. He quickly cleaned the sink and his teeth with his seidr, while trying to figure out if it was Steve, the drinks, or a combination of both that caused him to vomit. I knew I shouldn’t trust him he thought. If Steve weren’t important to you, Loki would have killed him right now. Still, Steve’s intentions were very clear. Loki walked back towards his room and saw you already laying in his bed under the sheets. You were wearing one of his t-shirts and reading the book he had left there this morning.

Only the light of the nightstand was shining in the room. You looked up and smiled at him when he entered. He got under the covers with you and handed you your water bottle. You opened it and took a few sips ‘thanks’ you said. You put the book back on his nightstand and turned of the light. Loki couldn’t hold it in anymore. When you laid back down he immediately grabbed you, pulling you as close as he could. Fearing that if he let go right now, you would somehow vanish. ‘Loki? You alright?’ you whispered. He nuzzled his head against your chest and did something he hadn’t done in a very long time. He cried.

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jeonggukookies · 3 years

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too young || six

summary: you and jungkook meet up after a surprise delivery happens at the school

word count: 2,018

genre: parent!au, single dad!jungkook angst

one || two || three || four || five || six

When you thought about your first heartbreak, you’d thought you would be nonstop sobbing in your bed, being surrounded by empty jars of melted ice cream pints and sad movies. You thought that despite the distance, your mom would make the trip and drive all the way to see you, rub your back in small comforting circles and take care of you as if you were a sick child. You thought that everything would hurt so much that you wouldn’t even want to move.

The only problem? Your first heartbreak didn’t feel like that at all.

It was all practically numb.

You didn’t fall apart when you did something that reminded you of him.

You didn’t start breaking down when you watched him pick up Jules and didn’t bother to come in to your office to say hi to you.

You didn’t crumble to pieces when you had no notifications on your phone from him.

You lived your life normally again just without Jungkook and Jules.

Alone.

There were no more screams or echoes of noise from Jules and her cousins when you peacefully relaxed, there was no more idle music playing in background as you did your work and there were no more soft breaths and snores next to you in your bed.

Your mom called you every night on the phone, checking up on you. It was like she wanted you to cry and to feel some pain, just so she could go down there and be there for you. But you told her that you were fine and will deal with whatever negative feelings when they come.

Life went on whether you liked it or not.

Three weeks after the break up, at the end of March, there was a familiar knock on your office door after the last school bell rang. You haven’t talked to Jules since the night she found you looking at pictures of her mom, and you really hope it wasn’t awkward when you talk to her.

It’s the first time you see Jules’s hair was down, strands of her hair going in every direction. She looks like a mess. Tears streamed down her face as she ran towards you, hugging your legs. “Can you help me?”

“What’s wrong, Sweetie?”

“I lost Jungkook’s mp3 player,” she cried, rubbing her face on your black dress pants to wipe her tears. “He’s going to kill me!”

“It’s okay, Jules.” Bending down to comfort her, you wipe her face and stroke her hair. You’ve never seen her this sad, and it made your heart sink. “I’m sure he’ll understand. Things like this happen all the time. It’s okay.”

She shook her head. “Auntie Moon Soo is coming soon, and I can’t leave without the mp3 player. I can’t.”

“Why don’t we ask her to come look for it with you?” You asked softly. “That way 3 people are looking for it.”

Namjoon’s wife, Moon Soo comes out of her van, she’s surprised to see you standing next to Jules. She doesn’t say anything to you at first and tries to reassure Jules that’ll be alright, that they will find it before Jungkook goes home tonight.

When it’s been over 30 minutes, retracing Jule’s steps from her locker to the gym to the playground, she goes to the bathroom, making you and Moon Soo wait outside for her.

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this in this circumstance,” she said, offering a kind smile. “I heard a lot of great things about you, and I’m sorry things didn’t go well at the dinner with the girls.”

You hear Jules flush the toilet. “It is what it is.”

“I know what it was like,” she said. “They made it seem like I wasn’t good enough for Joon, and we took a small break too. But at the end of the day, it’s about how you feel about Jungkook and Jules that matters more than their opinions, especially if they brought up Sarah.”

“I’m almost done!” Jules shouted, turning on the sink.

“But that doesn’t change the way Jungkook feels about Sarah.” Tears were forming in your eyes, and you bit your lip to hold them back. “But I’m glad you and Namjoon were able to overcome it.”

“It’s been like what, almost a month? Jules knows Jungkook can easily buy her a new mp3 player, or even a phone, anything she wants, honestly. But think about it...I’m sure she misses you and is using this as an opportunity to spend time with you again.”

“Can we check out my classroom?” Jules finally opened the door, getting out of the restroom.

The three of you walk quietly over to her class where she looked through every desk (without touching their things) and looked over to the place where she reads books in the class. She lifted the bean bag in the corner of the room, revealing what she has been looking for this whole time. “Yay!”

“See, everything is okay.” Moon soo smiled. “Are you ready to go, Jules?”

She nodded, but then stared at you with her piercing eyes. “Is this going to be the last time you’re going to talk to me?”

“Of course not, Jules.” You took a breath. “I’m here for you always.”

“I have to tell you something.” But before she could tell you, she pointed at Moon Soo. “Why didn’t you go to the bathroom when we went, Auntie?”

Moon Soo raised her eyebrows, then looked down at what Jules was pointing at. She then began holding on to her stomach with a pained look. “My water just broke.”

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“Hey!” Namjoon exclaimed, rushing through the hospital doors. Before he goes to Moon Soo’s room, he went towards your direction as you waited outside the room with Jules. “Thank you so much for bringing her here safely and for being there for her at that time. I seriously cannot thank you enough.”

“No worries,” you let out. “I’m glad I was there.”

He’s about to say something, but you hear Moon Soo scream Namjoon’s name, making him go into the room as quickly as he can.

Your phone in your blazer buzzed.

[seokjin]

the whole fam is coming in about 10 minutes

thank you for taking care of jules

will be there soon and you can leave

“Are you leaving when they come?” Jules asked as she looked down at your phone screen, seeing the texts from. “You’re not going to stay to see the babies?”

“I don’t know yet.” You lied, knowing you were going to leave once someone is here able to take care and watch over Jules. As much as you wanted to see the twins, you didn’t want to see some specific people. You were doing fine right now in your life and didn’t want to ruin that if you saw Jungkook or some of the girls. “I have a lot of work to do still, Sweetheart.”

“Will you see the babies with me on different day then?”

“I hope so.” You couldn’t make an empty promise to her. “Are you excited to have more cousins?”

She nodded. “I like my small family, but sometimes, I hate being alone. The cousins help me forget that I can’t have any brothers or sisters.”

You sighed, wrapping your arm around Jules. “Never forget that you will always have your family, your uncles, aunts and cousins to support you. They will always be there.”

“Will you?” She asked, looking up at you, once again, her eyes were so piercing.

“I hope so.” You rubbed her back in small circles.

“I heard what Auntie said when I was in the bathroom,” she said. “I missed you, but I had to find this mp3 player. Jungkook’s new song is on here. I’m always the first to listen, and I didn’t want to lose this song.”

“That’s good you found it then.”

She’s about to tell you more, her mouth is slightly opened, but she doesn’t say anything more and started to stare in the direction behind you. Letting go of her, you turned behind, seeing Jungkook walking towards you two.

He paused, not expecting to see you here, but then continued to walk forward as you looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m hungry,” Jules answered with a pouty look on her face.

He laughed, taking his leather wallet out of his back pocket. He hands her a couple dollar bills, telling her to get something for the three of them from the vending machine. “Go crazy.”

“You know I will,” she joked.

There’s awkward silence in the air now, with Jules gone. Jungkook then sat down in the empty chair beside you, with his head turned to you as you looked down at your hands in your lap. He doesn’t know where to start and what words to say. How ironic, coming from a songwriter. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Did you eat yet?” He asked.

“Nope,” you replied, still not looking at him. “Did you?”

“Not yet.”

“I should get going.” You finally took the first step, grabbing your purse off the ground.

Before you could take another step, Jungkook reached forward and grabbed your wrist, stopping your movement. “I never loved her, you know.”

You wanted to shake him off, go on your own way, but you kept standing in front of him, facing away from him. “What?”

He sighed, wishing he could look you in the eyes. “I never answered you that day because I was too scared to admit it out loud. I never got to tell her either, and I knew she loved me. The thing was I only thought of her as a sister, someone I had to protect. And I was afraid that if I actually told someone that I didn’t love her before she got the chance to hear it from me, I would somehow hurt her even though she’s gone.”

“Jungkook,” You said this name, but he kept talking.

“I know that’s no excuse, but I am so sorry. I never wanted you to feel like that, and I should have just told you. No one has been competing with you.” He let go of your hand and stood up. “I don’t want you to be Sarah because I love you for who you are. I want you for who you are. My life feels incomplete without you.”

Finally turning around, you stared at Jungkook. It’s the first time finally looking at him up close in three weeks, and he looked like death. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair was a mess. You could tell Jungkook felt too much.

And he did. For the last three weeks, he got up every morning, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling in his heart. He tried to continue his life like everything was okay, but all he kept thinking about was you. He wanted you to see you when he picked Jules up from school. He wanted to hear you laugh when he watched a movie with Jules. He wanted to you next to him when he was alone on Wednesdays. He wanted to hear you cheer for Jules when he watched her soccer games. He just wanted you.

With all the pain he had been feeling, he’s been trying to figure out his feelings and all the words he wanted to say to you that night, and now that he was finally letting all of it go, he was crying right in front of you.

“You saw me more than Jule’s guardian. I felt like you were the first person to honestly see me for me. I want to live spending more time with you, watching Jules’s games, hearing all your different opinions and views than mine. And I am so sorry that I damaged us in the process.”

“Hey, Y/N!” Namjoon rushed out of the room. His jaw dropped once he saw you and Jungkook together, looking all sad. Still, his smile on his face reappeared as he asked, “Do you guys want to see the babies?”

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: ANON Hey you ❤️ Could I request an imagine with Bucky where you are his non-avenger girlfriend but you got really distant towards him lately as you found out you're pregnant and you're scared of his reaction? But then he finds out and is all happy and all other avengers are happy for you and insist on taking care of you and it's just all fluffy ? Thank you a lot ❤️

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: really fluff smut 18+ (praise, daddy kink, slight mommy kink?, breeding kink, oral fem!rec, age gap, etc), slight angst, cw: mentions of eating disorders (no one has one but bucky thinks this)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: listen…. The idea of kids and having kids getting pregnant all that jazz, yeah. It fucking terrifies me! LOL! But nonetheless I really do see the appeal and sometimes i catch myself reading these kinds of fics so i really hope you like it anon! :)

PS: updates are going to slow down cuz i don’t have any drafts ready for upload and also things are a little crazy personally so yeah hope y’all understand :)

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“You like that baby?” Bucky groaned in your ear.

“Yes daddy! Oh my god,” you moaned.

“You’re being such a good little girl for your daddy. Fuck, daddy. You're gonna make me a daddy. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna get all swollen and round with my baby. You want that? You wanna be a mommy; make me a daddy?”

Bucky and you both expressed in the past that kids were something you both wanted but with Bucky still heavily involved with missions and the avengers, and you were in college studying to get a PhD in biomechanics and computer engineering, something that would let you understand and work with Bucky specifically very closely. You were too young to have a baby but that didn’t stop you from playing into fantasies of having a family with the man you were so in love with.

“Daddy,” you moaned.

“Give it to me, baby,” you looked him into his eyes.

Bucky kissed you hard as you both came and after cleaning yourselves up you had showered together, ate dinner quickly, and soon went to bed.

That was two months ago.

Three weeks after that night, Bucky was gone for about two weeks on a mission with Steve. You and the girls were drinking wine but you opted out for the tempting glasses feeling nauseous that entire week.

As a joke, the girls were saying you were pregnant but you were sure that you and Bucky were always cautious when having sex. It wasn’t a good time to have a baby. So you joked that all three of you should take a pregnancy test and when yours came out positive you freaked out.

“Oh my god! Bucky’s gonna kill me!” you panicked.

“Hey, relax. It’s ok,” Nat comforted you.

“We can get through this. Now did Bucky explicitly say he doesn’t want kids?” Wanda asked.

“No, we both want kids it’s just, ugh, life is so fucking crazy right now and I’m still in school, Bucky’s going on missions all the time. It’s just not a good time to have a baby.”

“Ok think about it this; if life for us was normal, as boring as that is, would Bucky be upset if you were pregnant?” Nat reasoned.

“No, he would be so happy. He wants to be a dad, it’s just so sudden,” you said in distress.

“It’s always sudden with this situation. But what’s more important is that you have support. Whatever your decision is in the end we'll all support you, even Bucky,” Nat told you.

Bucky came back home and immediately knew that there was something that was upsetting you. You promised him that you were alright but you were conflicted. You tried to tell him, you really did, but there wasn’t a good time.

One night Bucky tried to initiate sex when you two had the tower to yourselves. You were instantly distant with him afraid he’d take one look at your naked body and know you were pregnant and that freak you out.

“Baby, are you ok?” Bucky asked that night.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel good,” you didn’t actually lie, the pregnancy did affect your appetite drastically and many foods you used to adore before were repulsive to you.

“Oh ok, do you need anything?” he was concerned.

“No, I think I’m ok.”

Now present day, you and Bucky hadn’t had sex since. It’s been a little over two months and Bucky wasn’t frustrated per say but he missed you; he missed having his hands on your warm and soft skin. He missed the way you squirmed under him and the little whimpers you made. How good your walls felt as he thrusted in and out of you torturously slow.

You two were in the kitchen sitting with some of the other team members. So far only Nat and Wanda knew about your pregnancy as hard as it was to not tell Vision or Steve or literally anyone. You stared at the breakfast sitting in front of you; it used to be your favorite but looking at it and smelling it was making you extremely nauseous.

“Baby?” Bucky rubbed your back.

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favorite,” he said.

“I’m not too hungry,” you said.

Bucky wasn’t convinced but because you were in front of other people he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed like a father scolding a teenager. His hand rested on your thigh and immediately felt your leg tense up.

You retracted and stood up walking away without saying a word and Bucky was confused and followed you quickly shoving as much food in his mouth as he could and tossed his plate in the sink.

“What’s going on with them?” Steve asked.

“Oh no are they gonna break up?” Sam asked with genuine concern, as much as he fucked around with Buck he did admire your relationship. You are really good for him and he loved you unconditionally.

“No, it’s just-” Wanda started.

“Wanda,” Nat warned.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she rolled her eyes, “There fine. Y/n’s just not feeling well and she doesn’t want to be bothered.”

Bucky walked into your shared room and found you changing into yet another hoodie. That’s when he started piecing things together; or at least he thought. You were always wearing very big clothing and covering your body; that he thought was the most beautiful he’d ever laid eyes on. You were constantly nauseous and refused to eat even some of your favorites dishes and meals. You wouldn’t let him touch even though he’s initiated a couple of times.

“Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“What?” you played dumb.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I told you I don’t feel good.”

“That seems to be your excuse a lot.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“Y/n, be honest with me. Are you starving yourself?” he had tears in his eyes; he couldn’t even think about you doing this to yourself.

“What! Bucky no! I’m not, ugh, just,” you stuttered.

“What is going on, please tell me, baby?”

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Bucky was shocked. You were pregnant? How long? Why didn’t you tell him?

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you started crying.

“No, no, no, no, don’t cry babygirl,” Bucky hugged you tightly while you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy and excited for us. We’re gonna be a family,” he smiled.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, I know we talk about this and having a family but not now. I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Well, I’m a bit bummed that you didn’t tell when you found out but no; I’m so happy. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I would do anything for you. I’m gonna be here every step of the way and we’re gonna get through this together, ok?”

“Ok,” you sniffled.

“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Bucky already started going into protective dad mode and he just found out.

“No I just need you,” you whispered.

“God, I love you,” Bucky picked you up and laid you on the bed littering your face in kisses.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you.

“Well, uh, the girls,” you said.

“You told the girls?”

“Well, they were drinking and i declined because I was feeling sick and they joked that I was pregnant so we all took pregnancy tests as a joke but mine came out positive. I took two more and they were all positive,” you started tearing up.

“Hey don’t cry, it’s ok.”

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“We’re gonna be ok, right baby?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I love you.”

Bucky leaned down again and pressed kisses to your neck making you giggle. His warm hands trailed under your shirt making your skin burst into chills. Bucky’s lips continued their assault on your neck and before you knew Bucky started lifting your sweater over your head.

You did the same to Bucky and your chests were pressed against each other instantly as he kissed you hard. Bucky trailed kisses down your body slowly, hands rubbing your skin softly, lips staying longer than usual around your stomach for obvious reasons.

Bucky peeled your sweats from your body and didn’t hesitate to dive in. His tongue licking a long strip against your pussy. You moan softly and your hips wiggled under him. He pressed down on you to keep you from squirming but you were getting very close to your orgasm and it just felt too good.

Bucky brought his fingers and circled your entrance before inserting a finger slowly. He looked up at you moaning at his fingers and this encouraged Bucky to insert another one. His fingers slipped in and out with ease with your arousal practically dripping from you.

Bucky leaned forward and circled his tongue around your clit. The obsecene sounds of Bucky finger fucking you echoed in the room and you finallly climax, cumming all over his finger. Bucky crawled up your tired body after taking his pants and boxers off.

Bucky didn’t bother putting a condom considering you’ve been his only partner the past couple years and he got you pregnant. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist and easily slipped between your folds.

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear.

“Oh shit, yes,” you whimpered.

“Oh you’re gonna be so beautiful when you're all big and swollen, shit. You’re gonna be the sexiest mommy in this whole fucking world.”

“Ugh! And you’re gonna be such a sexy daddy,” you smirked and cupped his face.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He thrusted into you harder and your back arched into his chest, moaning high pitched and loudly. Your hands tugged on his hair and Bucky groaned in your mouth.

“Oh Buck, I’m gonna come,”you said against his lips.

“Let go, baby. Come for me, mommy,” Bucky said.

You came hard; your body contracted and trembled, your stomach tightened, your toes curled, and your legs pulled Bucky deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum coating your walls. Bucky settled on you but bounced back afraid he was crushing the baby.

He went to the bathroom, well practically sprinted, and returned with a warm towel to clean you up. Your body laid still while you were cleaned and you just watched Bucky with adoration. He left again and returned wearing boxers and held a bottle of your favorite lotion that you usually saved for special nights or for Tony’s parties.

You smiled and got comfortable as Bucky poured some lotion in his hand. His hands spread the lotion evenly on your body; thumbs skimming your sensitive nipples, gently caresses all over your stomach, teasing grazes along your inner thighs. You closed your eyes and felt euphoria.

The love of your life was really pampering you and you felt so good.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” Bucky kissed your forehead, crawling into the bed with you.

“Let’s stay in all day. My girl is pregnant and she’s gonna need all the rest she can get,” Bucky joked.

“But what about-”

“No, who cares,” bucky interrupted.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“What are we gonna tell the rest of the team?”

“Oh, well. It’s your body, your comfort. You tell them when you feel it’s best. But I do hope it’s soon because I’m so happy and I don’t think i'd be able to keep this a secret for long,” Bucky dived his head in your neck making you laugh.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Man, I’m gonna be a dad,” Bucky sighed happily.

“You’re gonna be daddy,” you said innocently.

“I’m already your daddy,” he playfully growled.

“Then you’re gonna be two types of daddy,” you smirked.

“Two types of daddy.”

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