#it's like they focused hard on the anniversary and now are too tired to give a shit...

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

Why do the Kon characters stopped giving us our due orbs when we level them up?

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Cooler Than You - Chapter 2

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Hinata's Chapter

Chapter 2: Day Two - Hinata

Even though I haven't done day 2 in the main series, I'm releasing the SasuHina smut early for LavenderEyedAssassin's birthday!

Happy early birthday, LEA! Be sure to check out her SasuHina works on FFN or Ao3.

And thanks to several people from the SH server for the beta. Big thanks to ElReino, antioedipus, and Pinaka for their very fine-toothed combs!

Outside of the main police station in the Uchiha compound, Hinata bounces on the balls of her feet, her purse clutched in front of her. Her day at the Academy had ended at 3 p.m. on the dot, and she had just spent the last two hours unwinding at the bakery next to the school with two cinnamon rolls and a tea. She reasoned she should treat herself after the day she had—teaching about a dozen giggly 10-year-olds proper sexual practices was draining for anyone but was especially draining for Hinata. Instructing young shinobi at the Academy seemed like the perfect fit for her when she first decided to be an Academy sensei. Too bad no one clued her in that she would be the one teaching them sex ed. It was her third year doing it, she still wasn't any good at it, and was sure she never would be, no matter how hard she tried to pretend putting a condom on a cucumber wasn't absurd.

Now, she was just happy to have made space between her and the lesson. Dutifully, she awaits Sasuke, checking the watch he had bought her for their anniversary: 4:59 p.m. The little hand ticks, ticks, ticks, until it meets the big hand on the 5, and she looks up to see Sasuke pushing the front entrance open, punctual as always. His eyes immediately find hers, and despite the tiredness behind them, they brighten. She offers him a warm smile as he comes to stand toe to toe with her. Without a word, he holds out his hand, and she covers her giggle with her palm, setting the strap of her purse in it.

"Let's go." He nudges his head, other arm outstretching, and she readily hooks her elbow into it.

"Long day?" she asks, tilting her head up at him as they fall into step together.

He clicks his tongue, eyes looking out in the distance as someone passing by greets Hinata specifically without acknowledging Sasuke. She gives a bright response, then looks back at him to see him rolling his eyes, but a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He likes to pretend as if he's annoyed by others focusing their attention on her when they're together, but she knows he prefers it that way. He scoffs before answering here, "could say that."

"Want to talk about it?" she offers, sincerely.

With a little breath, he shakes his head. "Not really."

"That's okay," she responds, pulling his arm a little tighter to herself, and he responds in kind. He looks down at her, and she sees his eyes search hers. Finally, he gives her a smile, and it's sweeter than he probably realizes. He's always been like that: sweeter than he realizes. She's not sure how many people outside of his brother and Naruto get to see it, but she counts herself lucky she's one of them.

Because he lives in the compound, they're at his doorstep within moments, and they break apart. She holds out her hand for her purse back, and he pulls it away. She looks up at him questioningly, pouting out her lip as he holds it out of reach above his head. He's hoping she'll make a fool of herself by hopping up to try to grab it, but she's long learned his games and simply folds her arms, cocking an eyebrow at him. Teasingly, he asks, "where do you think you're going?"

"Home," she responds, narrowing her eyes at him. "Sasuke, I can't stay tonight, I have to be up early. I'm setting up a training course, I'll need to get there—"

"I'll help you," he cuts her off, and he's making those eyes at her. The ones that are tired and silently pleading. Her lip further pouts out and he reaches up with a finger to poke at it. "You can drag my ass out of bed, and I'll go help you set up the playpen for the brats." To this, she giggles. His free arm circles her waist and she presses her palms to his chest, and she's done for.

Hinata lets Sasuke drag her into his apartment because he's being sweet right now, but that's not always the case. He's tired, she can see it, and she figures indulging him in some of her stories about her terrible health education lessons will cheer him up. He closes the door behind him with his foot and hangs her purse up on the hook of the door, always careful with her belongings. They both toe off their sandals, and they pad their way in, tangled together.

"So, tell me, Hinata-sensei," Sasuke starts, pulling her hands up to rest on his shoulders so her chest will press against his, "what kind of jokes did the gremlins come up with today?"

"Hmm," Hinata hums, smiling up at him as she laces her fingers with his free hand, "one boy asked if the girl takes all her birth control pills at once if she'd become immune to pregnancy."

She bites her lips together in amusement at the ugly snort that escapes him. "That's funny, but not a joke. You should have a talk with that boy."

"I did," she responds with a nod as he begins swaying with her. It's something he indulges her in, dancing. Even though there's no music, he still pulls her against him and dances on his two left feet. He's never been good at it, but it's always made him all the more endearing to her.

She hums softly as they two step, her eyes falling to his upturned lips as she does. Since there's no music, she hums something her mother used to hum when she was little. She never noticed that she did it mindlessly until he pointed it out to her on one of their walks with Naruto and Tenten before they began dating. At the time, Hinata thought he was annoyed with the hum, as if she was intruding on his thoughts.

"You're always humming something."

After that, she became embarrassed of it and consciously avoided humming, despite him trying to reassure her that it didn't bother him (she could never tell at the time what would bother Sasuke, she just figured everything bothered him). Then, while they were alone together, he started humming some version of it she had never heard from him before, but recognized it was close to what she might hum. When she asked, he revealed it was something his mom hummed, and that he liked it.

And that he liked it when she hummed it even more than his own mom.

That was the night Hinata finally let Sasuke kiss her. Now that hum was one of the few things that brought him comfort these days.

"I want to kiss you," he whispers to her as he presses his forehead against hers.

She giggles, softly, her hum stopping with her words, "so? You won't?"

"Not if you stop humming," he responds, his grip on her waist tightening.

It's silly, she knows, to blush after all this time, but the way he speaks so softly and sweetly to her makes her feel special. He's reassured her that he has no idea where it comes from, but that it's just for her. So, she returns the kindness and resumes humming, tilting her head up to brush her lips against his without actually kissing. He's content with that, matching her movements. She sees his lips twitch with the vibration of her hum, and it makes her heart jump at the shy chuckle he gives her at the sensation.

Hinata never really recognized any lust inside of her before Sasuke, but this broody boy who only offered her gentleness had somehow drawn it out of her.

Their first time together was clumsy. It was like something out of a romcom, two idiot teenagers trying to figure out each other's bodies. The funnier part was that they were both in their baby twenties, both virgins, both naïve, and both oh-so awkward when it came to…nudity. She had suggested they both keep their clothes on, and he readily agreed. Turns out it's a little hard to figure out where to put a penis when the vagina is covered by a skirt.

They got through it together. It's generally not recommended for a person's first time to be with someone who is also a virgin, but it suited them, Hinata thought. Neither of them had been sexually active like the rest of their peers, both awkward and rigid when it came to the topic of sex. While they weren't the silly adolescents giggling and blushing at the words "testicles" and "vulva", they were the ones going bright red and sinking into themselves. When Kiba confided in Hinata that he had successfully touched a girl's breasts (boobs as he put it), she fainted.

So, when they agreed to give themselves to each other for the first time, despite the ungainliness of it, it felt just right for them. Comfort between them had become a given, and their patience with each other was important to both of them. Really, neither of them was really curious what the other couples of the village were up to, perfectly content with their mediocre love life (though neither were too sure what "mediocre" constituted outside of the romance novels they had read and steamy movies they had seen).

It's nothing new, but she really does adore the way his cheeks brighten as she slowly leads them to his bedroom. Blushing from Sasuke was abnormal in the best way, and she likes being the one who can make it happen. She's teased him before that it's her weapon against him under public eye, though he's never seemed to actually mind. That's why, as she tugs him towards her, she takes her other hand from his neck and slowly unzips her jacket to reveal a lowcut top—one she wouldn't typically wear, but had been behind on her laundry. It reveals more than she'd normally like, but it now works to her advantage, and Sasuke's blush deepens to something closer to crimson. That's the blush she really likes to see.

He readily follows her lead, eyes shamelessly dropping where she had guided them, and he trips over a little indent in the rug. She tightens her hold on his hand to steady him, beaming up at him as she keeps humming. He puffs out his cheeks, and she knows he's grateful that she plays it off as if nothing at all happened. Potential chief of police, and here he is, fumbling over a girl he's smitten with. Unashamedly, Hinata feels pride in her chest for it. She lets the jacket fall off her shoulders, revealing the rest of her skin.

She swings him gently so that his back is facing his bed, then presses against him so he sits on the edge of it. He watches her with those big, black eyes that worship her and her every movement, full of wonder and excitement, like he's just a boy. "Going to give me a lesson, Ms. Hyūga?"

It's a cute blush that dusts her cheeks that are also creased with a smile. She giggles, quietly. His lips are normally thinned to a harsh line, but for her giggle, they part into a pearly grin, showcasing all of his nice, straight teeth. It's a grin she selfishly lives to see, one that's only offered to a fair few. She leans down to press a kiss to his nose while also pulling her hand from his shoulder, the other from his hand, to meet in the middle of his chest to pull his jacket apart.

"What would you like to know, Mr. Uchiha?" she asks, softly, playing into this silly little roleplay.

He shrugs out of the jacket and similarly tugs at her shirt, and she doesn't make him do the work. She pulls it up over herself, a surprised giggle leaving her when part of her bra comes up with it, leaving one breast out. This time, he laughs louder, helping her with the task. "Airhead."

"So rude," she tuts, still smiling, letting him push the rest of the fabric from her shoulders so she's bare. She pokes his chest, and he smirks up at her, that lovely uptick of his lips that makes her heart flutter. He eagerly pulls his own shirt off, then drags her against him so they're chest to chest against. His skin feels hot underneath hers, and it forces a little sigh out of her. He dips his head, so his lips meet her neck.

"So pretty," he mumbles against her skin. She moans out, quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck as his circle her waist. She runs her fingertips along his scalp, threading through his thick, black locks, and smiles at the way he leans into her touch. His mind is fighting with him on whether to encourage her touch or press his lips to her collarbone, so she helps him by pushing his face into her neck. He hums against her, and it makes her shiver, slightly, goosebumps crawling outwards and forcing the blood pumping in her ears to ring louder. His touch is feathery, and it makes her knees feel like jelly.

She feels one of his hands work their way down against her shorts, tugging them along her thighs and she obliges, stepping out of them. Then that hand works on his own belt buckle, because they both know where this is going, and he's not going to be his usual pretentious self and expect her to do that work. He lifts up just slightly to get them around his hips, and then he's bare in front of her, and she smiles down at him as he pulls away to admire her. She slides her fingers up to cup his chin and lifts his head to meet her eyes. They're glazed over, and it's quite nice.

"You didn't tell me what you want to learn."

Sasuke groans, quietly, and it causes heat to begin pooling in her stomach, rapidly. Those little noises he makes always make her warm in a dirty way. He leans up to press his lips against her jaw, then whispers against it, "how about…putting on a condom."

A surprised laugh leaves her, and she pushes his face away. She looks down to see that smirk on his lips again, and she turns away, hiding her blush with her hair. "Goodness…"

"Please?" he asks, a little whine in the back of his throat and it makes her skin tingle. She bites her lower lip as she looks back at him, his eyes wide and genuine and adoring. Those puppy dog eyes only she gets to see. She licks her lips before nodding.

"It is important," she responds, breathily, pulling away from him for a moment to reach for his nightstand drawer. His hands don't leave her, and even impede her movement, causing her to giggle and look back at him. The lazy smile on his face gives him away, he's teasing again, but she knows he's on the edge, too, based on his erection. She digs in and grabs a condom, then pulls it in front of them. She returns to her spot in front of him and tears it open, tossing the wrapper behind her.

"Tell me how it's done, Hyūga," he says, quietly, and she'll never admit to anyone else that the way 'Hyūga' is said from the back of his throat has always made her feel a little…sinful. Even before they were dating, and now she wonders if that had been intentional on his part.

"First, make sure it's not expired," she says.

"Did you check?" he asks, a smirk tugging his lip.

She nods, then holds it up to her face. "Make sure it's facing the right way…nothing more embarrassing than trying to roll it and it won't go down."

He chuckles and bites his lip, and that's very cute, to her.

"Then, a good friend of mine once told me…" she lays into the tease as she pushes on his shoulders, and he readily scoots up the bed until he's laying down. She straddles him, knees stacked on either side, and she leans down, continuing, "pinch the tip and put it on the head of the penis."

Another gross snort leaves him at that, and she has to return with her own giggle. She does just what she said and begins rolling it down.

"Then unroll to the base," she continues, gently tugging it down around him as he watches her, his jaw going slack. She wants to place a kiss on that slack jaw, but holds off for a moment to finish, "then you have sex."

"Aah," he struggles to get it out, she can tell, because he's ready for her.

To be fair, she is, too. She presses her palms to his chest and moves up so she's right above him. She sees his hand snake down to hold himself, and she slowly lowers herself onto him. She lets another moan leave her as she presses down, then his hands are coming up around her back to pull her down by her shoulders, forcing her to be flush up against him again. When their hips meet, they let out a gasp in unison, and she sees his eyes go cloudy.

She sees him wet his lips, and with a breathy voice, he asks, "a-and then the teacher fucks you?"

"Sasuke!" she gasps out, forehead dropping into the pillow under him to muffle her laugh. His grip on her tightens and she feels him shake under her with restrained laughter and gods—she can't believe she's sitting on top of Sasuke with him inside of her, laughing. "This is ridiculous!"

Before the mood can take too lighthearted a turn, she lifts her head slightly from the pillow and one of his hands comes to cup her chin, forcing her to face him. "Seriously," he grunts out, "how is it possible for one woman to be so amazing?"

She can't help it, she has to press her lips against his to quiet him, because even after all of it, she's still not sure how to handle it when he sweet talks her. It's just so strange from him, and while it makes her feel unbelievably special, she has a hard time accepting praise, even from her own boyfriend. His hands tug on her hips to encourage her weight upwards, and she obliges, lifting and pushing back down. She moans against his lips as his other hand lifts up to thread into her hair, grasping the back of her head.

"So perfect," he sighs against her as she gets into a rhythm of bouncing on top of him. She clenches at the words, and she knows he feels it based on the way an embarrassing groan leaves him. Her hand slides from his chest to the pillow next to the side of his head, and she pushes herself up to look at him, lips sucking as they part.

She admires him. She always does, he's just so handsome. The way a lock of hair falls over his forehead and covers part of his eye, his eyelids low, cheeks flush, his lips parted for air as he looks up at her with the exact same admiration. As if he can't believe she's on top of him, riding him, giving it all up to him. So, she reaches back and takes one of his hands on her waist and pins it into the pillow below him, lacing her fingers with his and he easily complies. Her other hand trails down his chest and thumbs over a scar on his upper right pectoral, tracing the mark.

"Don't look at that," he mumbles, both hands twitching as he says it.

"It makes you more handsome," she breathes out, pressing her thumb into the scar.

"Liar," he responds under his breath while the fingers on her hip digs in.

"Truther," she retorts and a giggle bubbles out of her as she says it. The smile on his face is just so cute.

"Dork," he murmurs, pulling the hand laced with his to his lips to kiss the backs of her knuckles. She giggles louder, and she knows it's not very sexy to be giggling and joking during sex but doesn't care.

She knows he doesn't care, either. Life outside of these walls is too serious to bring it back to the bedroom. When they were with each other, everything was easy, and that was undeniably the most satisfying part of having sex—for both of them.

With her whole heart, she says to him, "I love you."

She bites her lips together as he pulls his hand out of hers and grabs her around the back of the head to force her back down so her nose and lips are right against his. A hand finds her backside, encouraging her weight on him, and he slots his lips over hers. It comes out muffled, but she hears it clear as day: "I fucking love you, Hinata."

"Oh—" she gasps out because the way he says it, so seriously, right into her mouth, lights her up inside. His hips start moving upwards to meet hers, and now she's doing none of the work while he ruts up into her. She whines quietly when his hips abruptly still because she knows he's close. One of his hands snakes down her stomach to press against her clit, because he's never been a selfish lover. He always wants her to orgasm before him, and she won't deny it to him. Her head falls into his shoulder as he massages her clit—something he'd become quite accustom to finding on the first try over the years, because nothing less than 100% was acceptable for Sasuke.

So, he rubs her climax from her, and part of it is for him, admittedly. Having her flex around him is a form of satisfaction in and out of itself, and it makes him come close to release, too. When she feels herself gush around him, she cries out, dirty and filthy in all the ways she didn't know she could be. He wants her to be a blubbering mess on top of him, and when he feels her release on him, he pulls his hand away and immediately slides those same fingers into her mouth.

"Mmph—" she mumbles out as she willingly lets them between her lips, her eyes glazed over and wanting. His other hand grips her hip all too tight while he begins thrusting up into her, chasing his own release. And she lets him, because there's nothing left in her brain except the beautiful way his mouth opens and the look of admiration on his features. The way he gently pulls his fingers from her mouth and then strokes her lips—she can't find words for how it makes her feel.

It's just filthy. It's loving, it's sinful, it's wrong and it's right. It's everything they should be for each other, and she loves it.

With one final thrust into her, he wraps both arms around her waist and forces her down so their faces are buried in each other's necks, panting, and whining with each other in a way others might find pathetic, but is just right for them. She struggles to get her arms around him as he pushes her down around him as he comes. She gasps out, "Sas—Sasuke—"

"M-move in with me—"

"Ah—" she gasps out, taken off guard.

Typical man, asking something big of her just as he comes.

"I want you to move in," he breathes, his swallow audible in his throat.

Hinata pants against him, feeling his orgasm still even as he gives her such a big ask. "N-Now?"

"Now," he confirms, hand tangling up into her hair, "I want you here, every day. No more leaving at the doorstep."

"You're…high," she giggles, relaxing against him, "off your orgasm."

"So?" he questions in a low voice, and she resists the shiver creeping up her spine, "I was thinking about it before this."

"And you're only asking because—"

"Don't doubt me, woman," he gruffs out, pulling back his head and she follows his movement, pulling up to look at his expression. He's still smiling, but his eyes are low and serious. "Move in with me."

"Sasuke…" she sighs as he pulls her down for another kiss.

"I like how you say my name," he mumbles into the kiss, gripping her head.

"My love," she murmurs back, and she feels his hips twitch against her.

"Like that more," he groans, mouth messy on hers as his need becomes more apparent. "Move in with me, Hinata."

"I—" He cuts her off with his mouth, pressing his lips harshly against hers. She goes with it, because she really wants to, despite that little nagging in her voice that tells her not to give into demands post-coitus. When he lets her go and their mouths release with a sucking sound, she looks at him with big eyes. His are still lazy—calm, cool, collected, and she gives in. "Okay."

"Good," he says, quietly, fingers curling in her hair.

She smiles at him, and he smiles back.

And really, that's all she wants.

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Update:

I forgot about this post. I thought it might be cool to update the internet on what happened.

After that post, I did talk to him about it. I forgot the exact words that he said, but he said something along the lines of "we're going to get through this". He knows that we hopped on this relationship pretty quick, kinda like we missed steps. Like getting to know each other (we did not do this the first thing we made it official because we knew each other, yeah, we really rushed the lovey dovey things).

We agreed on getting to know each other more. Like asking random questions about ourselves, or maybe telling a story about a pet we had when we were younger. At first, it was rough because I had this mindset that I'm doing the love thing all over again like I have to know his birthday, his favorite food, his dreams and all other things. Makes me realise that I did not love him that much. Even though we've been friends before our relationship, he still felt like a stranger.

But after weeks of those random chitchats, we improved (actually, mostly me because he was already invested). But you get the point. I found out that he was really into songwriting like I am, we both love romcom movies, and that kind of stuff. I even noticed he scrunches his nose and forehead when he is focused on playing the piano for me. I started to like him.

We even reached our 1st anniversary. He went to my place and brought pizza for us and my family. Things are well.

Not until 4 months later, the relationship was getting toxic. Some of our values don't align, which leds to a big argument. We always fight and it was tiring. We were always bringing back past arguments when we get into a new one. When we make up, the issue is not being resolved. It was rather.. avoided. Everything was getting foggy between us. At this point, I really love M. But the relationship that we had slowly reminded me of what we and L used to have. That toxic kind. I was so close to ending things with M everytime we had a fight. But I stayed because I love him. Stupid, right?

After a few days of fighting and yelling, we called it off. Not officially off because we wanted to be sure at first. (We're dumb, ik.) But we stayed in contact, just for the sake of friendship. After that, I always felt like there's a piece of me missing. He felt like a twin flame. Eventually, we stopped contacting each other to focus on ourselves.

Our family knew we were together. And were good with each other. So I feel like it's never over. So I felt tortured. I was scared of telling them we were over because they love him. I don't want him to get on their bad side but I know I will eventually have to say it. But I tried to heal first.

I started to love myself again. Hang out with some my girl friends. Spend time with my family. Everything was starting to feel great but I feel like I am not whole without him.

I tried contacting him again after trying to heal. I asked him how he was doing and he said, he focused on his welding course to get his certificate. So he could have a stable job. He told me he worked hard on himself and hoped I did, too. He did not want me crying after having no contact. I told him what I did after having no contact, and asked forgiveness for everything I did that hurt him.

He was trying not to cry. I admit that when we fight, he's always the one who says sorry so we could make up. That was my fault. I was too prideful. He said that that was the words he wanted to hear from me. And that he missed me so much.

He also said sorry about the hurtful words he said. And I told him I forgive him.

After what I think was closure, he asked me if we could try again. And that he promised to communicate better with me. I agreed on giving us another shot, and also promised to communicate and love him more kindly.

He still the best boyfriend and bestfriend I have (and the only one I have, LOL). We openly communicate our needs and problems to each other. I feel so at home in his arms, right now. I hope that everyone that reads this gets to find their home, too. You all deserve kind love.

Thanks for reading this far, I might update in the future. Who knows?

Oh, and we are already 2 years in! I'm graduating from college soon and he's working his ass off because he wants to save up for our future already.

Am I pretending?

I have someone I think I love? I mean he loves me so much. And at the first place, I really don’t have feelings for him. He only has feelings for me. Then I had a boyfriend. Not him. Other guy. Let’s call the other guy, L.

L was kind of emotionally manipulative sad fuck boy (I realized this when we’re already together, like 3 months in.). So I was really emotionally tired with this man, and the guy who has feelings for me, the first guy? Let’s call him M. So M is like a friend to me. He asked me how it was with L, and at first I didn’t really told him the truth. But eventually I was looking for someone to vent out to, and M was there. He was always there. Even when he got a girlfriend. But we didn’t talk that much ‘cause I don’t want to cause him trouble and I don’t want to start a fight with my boyfriend at that time.

Fast forward, me and my boyfriend were on and off. M saw that we were. So he kinda took the chance and tried to court me. I declined. He was still in a relationship at that time, it was fucked up. And I was still in love with L. M still tried to pursue me, and I was really harsh on him. I said he was a cheater. And that he should stay faithful to his girlfriend. But he said, he loves the girl but loves me more. And then I say that he shouldn’t be fucking around like that. If that is what he feels then he should break up with the girl.

He did. He broke up with the girl.

I was still stuck with L. It took me months after I decided that I don’t want to have that toxic on and off relationship anymore.

I was devastated. I really am. I was emotionally tired. Plus I can’t accept the fact that L and I will never get back together.

M heard the news. Said that he can be a rebound.

I was out of my mind that time, to the point that I said yes. He said that it’s okay that I don’t have feelings for him yet. Just so he could be with me by my side.

Yes, I’m dumb. But I was broken at that time. I really needed comfort.

So we we’re together right?

He was doing a lot of effort to hang out with me. And all that cute shit. It felt nice, it felt new to me. And I think I was starting to like him because I was getting the butterflies.

Or did I? Or was it because he was the only one there for me in my vulnerable times?

Now we’re 8 months in. Sometimes I feel nothing. Like I don’t want to talk to him, because it felt like I’m just forcing myself. Sometimes I feel like I like him. Sometimes I really forget about messaging him. That it became a habit.

I talked to him about it. That I think I was starting to lose feelings.. (Or did I really have feelings?)

He begged me to put some more effort not to lose feelings. I did.

But as time pass, I just think that I’m just used to him being there.

I really don’t know if I love him. I think my heart is broken(or my head), because I can’t really distinguish what I’m feeling.

Sometimes I feel like I’m pretending to love him. I’m not sure.

I’m going to talk to him about this again.

Wow, reading all of this makes me think that I’m really broken inside.

[trashcanfanfics]

So that val x virgin reader was really good! As like almost a opposite of that could you do a really stressed Valentino coming home to his (afab) s.o and they take care of him sexually? I know you said your not the best but imo your one of the best smut writers I've seen!! Thank youuu!!

Listen, it takes me forever to write smut because I want it to sound believeable, so hearing that my efforts are appreciated is incredible, so thank you!!

Valentino has been coming home more and more stressed lately. You don't know why but you've decided to do something about it. A whole night planned to get him relaxed and show him how much you love him. You made his favorite dinner, paired with the perfect wine, scented candles of his favorite smell vanilla and patchouli, dimmed the lights, picked out some bath bombs and set out the body oils in the bedroom for sensual love making thinly disguised as a massage. Now all you had to do was wait for him, which didn't take too long after you set the table and switch on some smooth jazz.

Val entered the house with a sigh. You went around the corner to greet him, watching the way he slid off his coat. He was tired, that made your heart ache. You vowed to not initiate sex tonight unless he wanted to. If he was too tired, you wouldn't even try to convince him otherwise.

"Hey, babe, how was your day?" You looked up to him as he hung up his coat and set his cane in the holder. He turned to you and gave a small smile and, though he didn't have pupils, you could tell his eyes were checking you out. You had dressed up a little, just a nice button down and some dark jeans, business casual.

"Mm, fine, is there a reason you dressed up?" He stepped towards you, his smile widening as he put his lower set of arms around you, the other two patting down your hair before resting to hold your face. "I don't think it's an anniversary."

"It's not, I just want to spoil you tonight." You smiled back up to him and pulled out of his arms before grabbing his lower right and tugging him to the dining area. His eyes widened as he saw what you had spent all day on. "Ta da!" You saw his eyes soften before he looked back at you.

"This for me?" His smile was full of adoration and warmth. You nodded and tugged him to his chair, pulling it out for him then pushing it back in as he sat. "Such a gentleperson." He chuckled as you went to your own seat.

"I've noticed how stressed you've been lately, so I prepared a night of good food and relaxation." You looked up to his eyes and gave him your sweetest smile. He thanked you sincerely and dug into the meal. A moan escaped him as he tasted your cooking. You hoped that wouldn't be the last you pulled from him this evening.

~*~

"That was delicious, precious. Thank you." Val leaned back into his seat with a sigh. You giggled and stood up.

"That's not all on tonight's itinerary." You went over to him and held out your hand for his. "Come on, my love." He took your hand and followed you to the master bathroom. You turned on the water, plugged it when the water was warm enough.

"Will you be joining in this bath, sweetheart?" His hands trailed up your sides and to your shoulders. You hummed and shook your head as you stopped the water and plopped in a lavender and rosewood bath bomb. His disappointment was palpable.

"It'd be hard for me to massage your shoulders from inside the tub." You turned to him. "I can help you get undressed, though." He perked up and gave you a sultry smile. You understood that as a yes and went to work on unbuttoning his pants while he made quick work of his vest and shirt. Val kicked off his shoes then let you pull down his pants and boxers before he stepped out of them. You slipped off his socks and stood up, placing a tender kiss to his thigh before looking him in the eye. He caressed your face and setpped into the tub.

"You're too good to me, Y/n." He slid down into the tub and sighed happily. You were quick to grab the stool you set aside for this purpose and sit, beginning the promised massage. He groaned as you rubbed and kneaded out the knots that built up. His head leaned back to rest on your chest. You began to hum softly, a soothing love song to further relax your bug lover. Happiness bubbled up in your chest at the fact that you can help him in times like these.

~*~

The tub drained and Val in a robe, you lead him into the room where he can finally see the oils you lined up. Waiting for you to use them. He looked to you with an amused smirk.

"What's this?" He leaned towards you. "Are you trying to seduce me, gorgeous?" You huffed out a laugh as you tugged him to the bed.

"I was thinking more along the lines of working out the rest of your knots and go from there." You pat his leg gently to encourage him to get on the bed. He obliged and crawled up onto the bed, rather seductively. His playfully sultry look your way as he was on his hands and knees made you giggle. You crawled up after him, shedding your shirt, pants and socks, leaving you in your undewear while he slipped out of his robe. With the slight prompting of your hand gently pressing into his back, he flopped down on his stomach.

"You know, precious, you are a true blessing in Hell." He didn't get a response as you grabbed up a sweet soothing cedarwood and cinnamon oil and poured a bit into your hand. You rubbed your hands together and got to work on his back, paying extra attention to both sets of shoulder muscles as well as the spinalis muscle on both sides of the spine. He groaned and relaxed further under your touch. When you got to the lower back just above the glutes, he moaned loudly into the pillow.

"Does it feel good, baby?" You received a low hum in response. You traced your hands up his sides and pressed into his lower shoulder muscles before placing a kiss on his upper right shoulder. He suddenly flipped onto his back, causing you to stand as he turned to stay above him. His lower hands grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to straddle him as his upper hands rested on your hips.

"I love you." He looked up at you in adoration. You smiled and leaned down to give him a sweet kiss. He deepened it, moving one hand up to your face to hold you there. His tongue licked your bottom lip and you opened it in response. You wouldn't playfully tease him tonight, he needed the relief. Your tongues moved around each other in a passionate dance as his other upper hand reached up to squeeze your buttcheek. You giggled and parted from him, gently biting his lip as you did so.

"I love you, too." You gently held his face in both hands. "Do you want to go further?" In your peripheral, you see his adam's apple bob as he swallows. You feel like you know the answer but you need to hear it to make absolute sure, in case you're reading the signs wrong.

"God yes." That was all you needed as you gave him another passionate kiss. His neck received attention next, you leaving marks and little bites before trailing kisses down until you straddled his hips. You stood up on the bed to gently remove the last bit of cloth that kept your most sensitive areas from view. Your eyes stayed on his as you slid them off. His gaze was on your movement. His cock twitching at the sight of you fully nude.

You slowly lowered yourself to hover just above your lover's erection. Lining him up, you finally lowered yourself slowly until he filled you completely. His head fell back against the pillow with a groan. You moved your hips and moaned at the sensation. Beginning to lift up and back down, you braced yourself on the bed beside his slender frame. You picked up the pace and eventually lifted up without bracing yourself, bouncing up and down as you moaned. Val's voice mixed with yours as he began to meet you with thrusts. You lifted up, almost off of him completely before dropping down to take him all in. That made Val grab your hips with a stutter moan. He started bouncing you, using you like a fleshlight. You moaned and called out his name as he went harder.

"F-fuck! Oh shit!" You huffed out, throwing your head back, almost losing yourself in the pleasure. As if on their own, your hands gripped his wrists. You squeezed around him, trying to get him to cum first. That was your goal and you focused on it. By fuck, if you were going to cum it had to be after him. It was his turn to be pampered and pleased. He moaned loudly as his hands dug into your hips, bouncing you faster on him.

"Y/n! Oh fuck! I'm gonna-!" You squeezed around him again as he used his thumbs to press into the sensitive flesh covering your lower hip joints. He knew that was your sweet spot. The bastard was trying to get you to cum first. You weren't about to let that happen; you squeezed around him again and reached one of your hands down to grip his hip, squeezing and digging your nails into it slightly. This did the trick. He practically screamed as he slammed you down onto his cock and came deeply into you. He thrust up a few more times, grunting. You came soon after, the thought of giving him so much pleasure and the feel of his thick seed coating your inner walls pushing you over the edge.

The both of you came down from your highs, huffing. His hands loosening around your hips as you fell onto him in exhaustion. You gave a kiss to the skin you laid on before shakily lifting yourself up and off his, now limp, cock. He huffed as he lifted up to rest on his elbows, watching you as you slid off the bed and hobbled over to the bathroom to clean up. You heard him get up to join you in the shower you started, helping you clean up.

~*~

"Did you have a nice night?" You asked once you two had finished washing the sweat and cum off, in the newly changed sheets and pajamas. His arms, that were wrapped loosely around you, pulled you closer to him as he curled around you.

"Very much so." He kissed your forehead and you nuzzled into his fuzz. Your arms wrapped around his ribs as your leg matched the action to fully attatch yourself to him.

"I'm glad." You smiled as you heard his breathing even out, lulling you into sleep shortly after him.

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Can I request where the reader tells jean that they should break up. What would be her reaction when the reader is been secretly seeing some else? Yes. I'm here for the angsty. Pls make the reader g/n

Wordcount: 1268

CW: Yandere, unhealthy relationships, confinement, infidelity, physical abuse

The thing about dating Jean is that she seems perfect - beautiful, smart, strong and wholly dedicated - most people would kill to have a lover like that. However most people don’t know how torturous relationship with her can be - she is indeed beautiful, smart, strong and wholly dedicated, just not to you, as Mondstadt comes before anything, her health, your love and the little of time you two spend together.

How many times has she cancelled or simply missed your dates, because she was too busy? How many times have you had to look after her like a nanny after a toddler, spending days just cooking and fetching the littlest things everytime she tried to cut her life short by simply overworking? How many times have you begged her to finally take a break and relax, and assign a part of her duties to someone else?

You love Jean, you truly do, but you can’t be with her, not after what she had done over the years of your relationship, not after what you had done over the last weeks. It was an anniversary, you see, a big event that you both planned to celebrate, meaning you preparing everything beforehand and Jean being present for once. You did your part of the deal, working for a week in the row, just to make everything perfect and she didn’t attend.

Mondstadt needed her more than you, it always does.

You lost it.

Maybe it was the resentment slowly piling up with every disservice, every miss on her part, maybe it was the rage and frustration you felt in that moment, a week of your efforts and dedication rendered pointless.

Logically you understood why Jean did it - Mondstadt is a nation, full of people who rely on their Grandmaster and the Knights, you’re just one person, a person who knows that Jean is also human, who can get sick and tired, who overworks herself just to provide everyone with security they deserve, but her silent dismissal always felt so scorching and so cold at the same time.

And so you did something unforgivable - you cheated on her. It was easy to find an eager person who would love and worship you the way you thought you deserved it. The sensations of other’s hands upon your skin, of a mouth licking and biting and kissing brought you a sick sense of satisfaction - it was revenge. In that moment everything was perfect, you felt the happiest, most cherished person to exist.

The next morning greeted you with a cold realization - you did something unforgivable. Jean, despite her dismissal of you, was still faithful and dedicated, yet unlike her you were weak, you allowed yourself to succumb to petty hurt and slept with someone else. A giant wave of shame and self-loathing crushed all over you, threatening to drown your entire being - not even once you felt this despicable and disgusting.

You swore that you won’t cheat on her ever again the same day, not being able to look Jean directly in the eyes for the rest of the week. This oath however was soon broken - the same cancelled date, her missing figure carving out another small hole in your heart. It felt good - to be the center of someone’s world even if it’s just only a night long crude and laughable falsehood.

That’s why you’re standing here now: in the middle of her office, as Jean scribes something in the scroll with a feather. She doesn’t lift her head, writing one line after another, her whole attention focused on the piece of parchment on the table. You stand right before her, patiently waiting when she will finish, and only when you realize that it’s not happening soon do you allow yourself to speak.

“Jean”, you start, voice small and weak - she still writes, yet now lifts her head a bit, stern blue eyes now shifting between you and scroll: “[First]”, she starts not caring to hide the annoyed tiredness in her tone, “could you come back later? I have a lot of work to do”.

You stifle a burst of anger at the familiar, dreaded words: “I am afraid I can’t. We really need to talk”.

This prompts her to finally put the feather aside, her eyes now focusing on you: “[First], I know it’s hard for you”, you raise eyebrows, a spark of hope of her finally understanding how broken your relationships are igniting with a new strength, only to be snuffed out by the next phrase: “But I am pretty sure that whatever you want to talk can wait. Mondstadt never waits”.

You’re disappointed, both in herself and you for the dismissal and unfounded longing; you’re not surprised. Looking how Jean returns to her words, you decide to cut out all the unnecessary build up and blurt out:

“We need to break up, we really do”, her face shifts in the same moment morphing from shock to disbelief to sadness, as she quickly stands up, almost knocking down her chair in the moment: “[First], I didn’t know that.. I.. I am sorry”.

She quickly strides to you, her hands calloused from the fencing cupping around yours: “I.. Do you want me to do something, [First], I didn’t know that you felt so badly. Let me fix that, please”, she sounds so pitiful and earnest, a prick of self-loathing stabbing your heart. You’re the one who should be asking for forgiveness.

“Stop, Jean”, you yank palms from her hold: “I need to tell you something”, she steps up closer to you and takes your hands by the wrist again, her breath suddenly fanning the face. You bare yourself, swallowing the guilt and the lump stuck in your throat down - she has to know, she deserves someone better than you: “I have cheated on you, several times”.

Jean’s hold suddenly turns from gentle to crushing, as she squeezes her palms into tight fists, knuckles turning white. You suppress both whimper and pained expression and look her straight in the eyes: “Yes, that’s right, that’s true. I slept behind your back”.

“[First]”, begging whisper.

“I cheated every time you cancelled our plans or dismissed me”.

Slap.

Jean’s hand leaves a burning, angry imprint on your face. You don’t flinch from pain, welcoming it instead - you deserved, after all of the things you did that is the least thing she could do to punish you. The impact leaves your head slightly dizzy, a coppery taste of blood blooming on your tongue - you must have bit yourself when she hit you. You swallow the taste down, continuing to speak:

“That’s why we need to end things, you are deserving of someone more than just a whorish, unfaithful cheater for the second half”.

She gives you a cold dead stare when you end your line and for the first time you feel a pang of fear, never has she looked so terrifying, so devoid of her usual gentle compassion: “Shut up”, she explodes, her hands cuffing yours again.

“Guards! Seize [First], now!”

A shocked noise escapes you, as a pair of knights burst into rooms, knocking you down: “What are you doing?!”, you shout at Jean, eyes wide as saucers. She gives you a look, a mix of rage and pity.

“Don’t worry [First]”, she adopts the patronizing tone, it’s jarring to say the least: “Someone must have poisoned or manipulated you, I know my [First] would never say or do such things. Don’t worry I’ll find the perpetrator and punish them”.

You can’t utter even a word of protest with a heavy hand around your face.

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Where the heart is // B. B.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are getting a divorce because they are silly and both love the other so damn much. (Happy Ending!)

TW: Talk of divorce. Talk of potential pregnancy and babies.

A/N: Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.] 

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Waking up from this nightmare How's your life, what's it like there? Is it all what you want it to be? Does it hurt when you think about me? And how broken my heart is

The apartment is deadly quiet as Bucky steps inside, only the rattling of his keys echoing through the halls that once seemed so warm and inviting are now but a cold reminder of what used to be.

People never really talk about these moments. The after. The wreckage. The ruins of what used to be. Sure there are movies and books and countless songs but they take the feeling and they wrap it up in beautiful words and prose and make something beautiful of it.

There’s nothing beautiful in the way Bucky feels as his feet drag him towards what used to be his bedroom, which is now hers. There’s nothing beautiful in the way he feels as his eyes wander over to the closed door behind which lays an empty room. One that is empty not because of choice but because of the shitty cards life has dealt both him and her.

There is nothing beautiful about the way he feels. Only sadness. Only hurt.

When he turns the corner and steps into the bedroom, his heart drops for a second. He hadn’t expected her to be here, not with how quiet the place is. But sure enough, there she is. Sitting on the fluffy comforter they bought together, legs tucked underneath herself. She said that comforter was the exact same shade of blue as his eyes. Now she doesn’t even lift her head to look at him, focusing only on the box resting on the bed before her.

“Hey uh — I didn’t expect to run into you.”  

“ I live here. Sorry to disappoint.“

“ I know, that’s not what I meant. It’s just so quiet. “

She shrugs but still doesn’t look up. There’s so much resentment there, dripping from every word. He can’t fault her for it. Not even a little. If he was her, he’d hate himself too. Maybe this will make it easier for them. If she hates him, that’s a straight cut. Right? Hating is easy. It’s loving that’s hard.

“ It’s like that now. You here to get some of your stuff?” she asks, looking up at him for the first time. Her eyes are red and tired. Not like they were when he left, filled with tears and sorrow. Now they’re just infinitely sad and exhausted. Like all the life and all the warmth and all the passion that he fell so deeply in love with, has been sucked out of her. He hates knowing it’s partially his fault.

“ If that’s okay with you.”

“ sure. “

The movies and the poems and the books and the songs, they never talk about this. The after. The limbo. The “will you keep this or shall I take it?”

They don’t talk about the fact that you’re supposed to pack 5 years of relationship into a bunch of boxes and figure out what to do with it.

He quietly walks into the closet, as if making any noise would break whatever bubble is currently surrounding the two of them. Sometimes he wonders if things would be different had they been different people. Had they been able to express their feelings differently. Sometimes, in the most secret part of his heart, Bucky wishes there would’ve been screaming. Maybe screaming would’ve been helpful. Sure, it’s not the most eloquent way of communication but at least it is communication. But there was no screaming. Only silence. Only feelings swallowed up to never be spoken about. To suffocate them from the inside out.

Making as little noise as possible, Bucky grabs some of his clothes and stuffs them into the duffle bag Sam gave him. He had that look on his face, the pitiful one. The one that says “sorry, man”. There’s no reason to feel sorry for Bucky. This is his fault after all.

There’s a sound coming from behind him, and for a second he really believes it’s his mind playing tricks on him. But then he hears it again, louder this time, more clearly.

She’s laughing. Maybe not a full-on laugh but a chuckle. It’s been a while since he’s heard that sound.

“ What’s got you laughing like that ? “ Bucky asks as he turns back around only to be greeted by her smiling face. God how much he misses that smile.

She looks back down towards the box in front of her and the picture in her hand.

“ It’s uh — it’s a picture of the first time you stayed over. “

His legs carry him towards the bed as if they work on autopilot. As he sits down next to he can just about make out the scent of her shampoo. The one he bought for himself last week, not because he necessarily likes to use it. He bought it because he misses the scent. Because he misses her. And if he can keep her close like this, even for a small moment, he’ll buy an entire store's worth of shampoo.

Her fingers gently grip the picture so as to not rip or crumble it. He can’t hold back the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips as he recognizes the picture. It’s a slightly less gloomy version of him, in love and asleep. Curled up on her old tiny couch in her old tiny apartment with her dog Yoda sleeping soundly on his chest. He was so nervous to stay over at her place the first time he did. Nervous about so many different things but mostly about doing something to hurt her. Physically but also emotionally. To think that now his biggest fear came true, crushes his heart even further.

“ I miss Yoda. He was a good dog,” she says as she puts the photo back into the box. Truth be told, Bucky misses him too. He was grumpy and lazy and he didn’t ever really listen to them. But he was loyal and cuddly and all in all, he was the perfect dog for the two of them. And he had accepted Bucky into his and her life immediately. As if he knew that Bucky of all people needed nothing more than a chance to prove himself to be something other than a killer.

There are more pictures in the box, alongside other clutter that Bucky can’t quite make out. One of the other pictures he can see clearly, is one of the two of them on their first Halloween. The Halloween that Bucky didn’t want to dress up for. The one he promised himself he would spend curled up on his couch watching a scary movie and not open the door to anyone, Trick or Treaters or otherwise.

He ended up going out anyway. With her. FOR her. And it was one of the best nights of his life even if it meant he had to dress up like a skeleton.

“ What is all this? “ he asks though, by the way his heart starts beating faster, Bucky isn’t sure he even wants to know the answer to that question. “ You getting rid of our pictures? “

He doesn’t want it to sound so accusatory. They’re broken up. Separated. In the early process of a divorce. She has every right to get rid of their pictures. Get rid of him. Bury the memories. Just because he can’t let go doesn’t mean that she’s grieving in the same way.

“ No, “ she scoffs and pulls out a small scrap of paper, “ this is a memory box I started when we first got together. It’s things I didn’t know where to put but that I wanted to hold on to. I had planned to give it to you for our 10 year anniversary but … well “

She doesn’t have to say it. He knows.

“ Then after the — seperation I put some other stuff in there. Memories.” 

“ Can I see what else is in there? “ he asks “ since I won’t get to see it on our 10 year anniversary.”

Bucks isn’t quite sure why he adds that to the end of his sentence. It makes him sound spiteful and mean and he can tell, by the look on her face, that it hurts her. And he’s done enough of that in the past. Isn’t that exactly the reason they are here in the first place?

She considers it for a moment and Buck can only guess the different kinds of emotions running through her then. He feels them too. All of them. They are confusing and most of them are negative. She has no reason to let him see this, relish in sweet nostalgia with him as if everything is okay and they’re not getting a fucking divorce.

“ Sure, I guess. I —  yeah.”

She scoots more to the middle of the bed, making more space for Bucky to sit down properly. He’s perched on the side that was his. The side he fell asleep on and woke up on so many times. And she was there next to him. Always there and warm and soft. And she’d smile at him through sleepy eyes and a hazy mind and she’d rival the sun. And then she’d gently comb her fingers through his hair and say good morning and he knew it would be — a good morning.

He hasn’t had a good morning since he left.

She moves the box to sit between them on the bed and motions for Bucky to start digging in.

There’s a pile of what he realizes are old movie tickets. It's something they used to do when they first started dating. Thursdays were movie days. But while everyone went to see the new blockbusters, the two of them would pick the movies that sounded the weirdest and they’d buy a big bucket of popcorn and blue raspberry slushies and just relish in the grandeur that is bad cinema. Most of the time they were the only ones at the cinema. Sometimes things got — R rated.

“ Why did we stop doing this? “ she asks as Bucky looks up from the tickets “ going to the movies I mean. It was always my favorite day of the week. “

He tries to remember. Tries to pinpoint the moment when life changed and their Thursdays weren’t their Thursdays anymore. He can’t. He comes up empty.

Sometimes life changes in little ways, ones you don’t realize at that moment and they don’t seem significant either. It’s a broken tradition. A missed movie night. It’s slow and creeping but at some point, you stop and look at your life now and it doesn’t resemble your life then anymore. Everything has changed and you didn’t even notice. Not for one single second.

“ I have —  I have no idea. “ he has to confess.

“ Remember that movie with the killer florist ? “ she asks and her voice is laced with laughter. Something sparks up in his heart. A tiny flicker of something he’s missed. Something he hasn’t felt in a while. He can’t help but laugh along.

“ I do! Or the one where the woman fell in love with the Koi in her neighbor's pond? ”

“ Oh god! That was terrible. “

“ It was.”

She looks wistful for a moment as if her thoughts wander off to some long-forgotten memory.

“ What are you thinking about? “

He never usually had to ask her. He’d either know or she’d tell him on her own accord. It’s like there’s an invisible wall between them. One he wants to break down or climb over so badly. But does she want him there? After everything?

“ The day we saw that movie was the first time you said I love you. “

It’s true. Now that she mentions it he remembers it so clearly. It’s like he’s suddenly faced with a scene from a movie he’s forgotten about a long time ago but once someone mentions it, he remembers it in great detail. Knows every word. Every line.

“ I still don’t quite know what it was about that moment that made you say it but — “ she trails off, a smile playing on her lips.

Bucky knows. It wasn’t a groundbreaking realization back then. He’d been feeling it for months. Fell deeper in love with her with every glance, every smile, every silly movie he got to watch with her. They went to some dingy diner after the movie to grab a burger and some fries. The leather seats were old and the filling was spilling out, the air smelled of grease and air freshener, and the laminated menu cards were sticky with undefinable stains. All things considered, it should’ve been a bad date. It wasn’t though. Nothing was ever bad with her. She smiled. All she did was smile and hum along to some song Bucky didn’t know as it spilled from the jukebox. And it occurred to him then, that there was no need for a big gesture or a special moment. Every moment with her was special. Life couldn’t get any better than this. Existing was enough if only she was there.

“ Nothing. “

“ Hm? “

“ There was nothing special about that moment. I just realized that I would be okay with anything if only you are there. You — that’s all I need in life. “

She looks at him then and for a second he thinks that maybe she’ll kiss him. Tell him that they are making a mistake and ask him to come back. Tell him that she doesn’t blame him. That she forgives him. That she wants him anyway. Despite — everything. She doesn’t though. Just sighs and pulls another picture from the box.

It’s a picture of the two of them cuddled up on the couch with a tiny white ball of fluff resting on her chest.

“ Our first picture with Alpine. “

“ That was taken on the day we found him. Look, you can clearly see the scratches on my face from crawling around the dumpsters to rescue him. “ Bucky points out.

He had never thought of himself as a cat person. Really he wasn’t so much an anything-person anymore, after Hydra. But somehow that little cat had wormed his way into his heart and refused to leave.

“ Was worth it though! “

Bucky nods his head in agreement “ it was. “

“ You should — you should take him. He’s really more your cat than mine.”

“ He’s our cat.” he points out.

“ Bucky there won’t be an ours anymore. Soon.”

It breaks his heart. Over and over again. He just got used to being himself. The version he was when he was with her. How is he gonna deal with doing it all over again? He doesn’t want to be a version of himself after her.

“ I don’t have a place yet and Sam’s allergic. “

“ He can stay here until then, of course. I love him. “

There’s a lot of love there that’s being given up on, Bucky realizes. And he hates every part of it.

“ Shit, remember this? “ she chimes up again as her hand holds onto a thin receipt, the black ink bleached away and thinned out from years of being stuck in a box. From years of memories fading.

“ Is that from the —”

“ The tattoo place, yeah. “

The patch of skin on the inside of his arm grows hot as if he is suddenly aware of what is there. Something long forgotten. A small letter forever etched into his skin in black ink like the way she’s forever etched into his heart. Always there. Forever. Just like the delicate lines that write his own name onto her collar bone. James. Not Bucky. Not Winter Soldier. James.

“ Oh god, I can’t believe you kept these,” Buck exclaims as he picks a pair of bright blue knitted socks from the box. They’re made from scratchy wool and there are a million and one holes in them. It’s so her. So quintessentially her. To keep them. With their holes and their scratchy wool and all. Even if they’re a mess. Even if they’re broken. She holds onto things no matter how bad. No matter how lost and sad and broken and useless. She holds on tight and doesn’t let go. Unless you make her. Unless you force her to. Unless you break her heart.

“ Umm … you made them for me. Like you literally learned how to knit to make me a pair of socks to keep my feet warm. That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, Buck. Of course, I kept them. “

Bucky bashfully shrugs his shoulders, a tint of red dusting his cheeks. “ I’m glad you liked them. Even if they’re scratchy. “

“ I like you and Alpine and you guys are the scratchiest,” she points out. She’s not wrong.

“ Was I a good boyfriend? “ Bucky asks and while in the grand scheme of things it really doesn’t matter, he wants to know anyway. Wants to know he did something right.

“ You were the best boyfriend. “

“ I’m sorry I was a shit husband. “

She stays quiet for a moment and with every second that passes by he breaks more and more. He wonders how much of him is left at this point. How much there’s still to lose. Then again, what does it matter? He lost her and that’s all that really matters.

“ You weren’t a shit husband, Bucky. “

It’s like the world suddenly moves in slow motion as they both grab the 2 things left in the box.

Bucky holds onto the blue velvet box knowing exactly what’s inside. The last time he held it, got on his knees in front of her, put the ring on her finger, that was one of the best days of his life. A sign that the Winter Soldier was his past and that he could finally truly move on. They were younger, in love. Happy. Now he hardly remembers what happiness feels like.

“ I was so nervous to give this to you. Not because I thought you’d say no or anything. I just — I just wanted to be enough. The ring and the proposal and — me. “

“ You were always enough. “ she says and he can hear the tears in her voice. It’s thick and heavy and he knows that if he looks at her now, there will be tears in her eyes too.

But he doesn’t look at her then. His eyes fall onto the piece of fabric in her hands. It’s so small. Soft peached colored with a little bunny embroidered on the front. It’s tiny and cute and it belongs to no one. It’s tiny and it should’ve been theirs. But it isn’t.

“ No, I wasn’t. He says and shakes his head. You deserve more than I can give you. “

She throws the baby romper back into the box and gets off the bed as if someone has set it on fire.

“ What’s wrong? “ he asks as if he doesn’t know. Everything. Everything about this situation is wrong. They’re supposed to make love on this bed, not cry over memories long gone. Push away thoughts of their looming divorce.

“ I don’t know, Bucky. Maybe you can tell me. “ She calls out to him as she pulls the rest of his shirts from the closet and throws them into the bedroom. Colors of fabric flying through the air like wings of a bird flapping through the winds. Some of them she lops at him, passion and anger and wrath and sadness filling her eyes. “ Maybe you can tell me why the fuck we’re doing this. Why we’re putting ourselves through all this pain and suffering and this bullshit divorce. Maybe you can tell me why you left me to have a fucking breakdown every time I walk into my closet and see this goddamn dress, “ she cries while holding up the hanger over which her beautiful white wedding dress is draped. God, she looked so beautiful that day. Like a goddess. Like an angel. Like his redemption.

“ We were happy. We were trying to have a family. And then what — it doesn’t work and you leave? You just gave up. “

“ I didn’t give up. “

“ Yes, you fucking did! You gave up and you served me divorce papers and you didn’t even give me a fucking choice. “

“ You agreed! “

“ Because I love you and if you don’t want to be with me, then I am not keeping you. I love you enough to let you be happy even if it’s without me.”

Those words send a shock through his heart. Like an icicle. Cold and sharp and unforgiving.

“ You think I don’t love you? You think YOU are the reason?,” Bucky questions before grabbing the romper from the box and holding it up “ this is the reason. This is my fault and mine alone. It’s my fault that this belongs to no one. It’s my fault that there’s an empty room in this apartment that you can’t walk into because it hurts you too much to see it empty. You deserve to be a mother and clearly, I can’t give that to you. That’s the burden I carry but it’s not one that should be put on you. I can’t give you this but you deserve it and you should have it. So this is me letting you go so you can find someone that can give you a baby. Someone who isn’t broken. Someone who doesn't have a body that doesn’t work anymore. Not in the way it should. “

“ James, “ her words a but a whisper as his name tumbles from her lips and she lets her wedding dress fall to the floor to sit next to him and hold his face in between her hands. “ That wasn’t your fault and you are not broken. I want a family, yes. I want a child. But with you. I want a family with you and it doesn’t matter if it’s my blood or not. It’s our family whichever way we decide to do this. And if we — if we stay just us and Alpine that’s fine too. I just want you and whatever else we decide on. Together. I love you, James. I love you and I miss you and I don’t want a baby if it’s not with you. A family means nothing if it doesn’t include you. Whatever the consequences of the serum are, they are not your fault. You are not broken, James. You are you. You’re a hero. A husband. And maybe one day a father but above all, you are James Buchanan Barnes, a survivor and you are not broken.  “

He knows he should be saying so many things right then but all his thoughts get tangled up and won't find the way to his lips.

Instead, he says the only other thing he can think about right then.

“ You looked so beautiful in your wedding dress. “

She laughs through the flood of tears that leak from her eyes and trail down her face.

“ I mean you always look beautiful but that day. My god. I honestly couldn’t believe you said yes to me — of all people. 106 year old me. Wouldn’t believe it until the moment you walked down the aisle. Then I knew that this was really the start of my new life. Of my forever. “

“ I miss you Bucky. “

“ I miss you too. “

“ I don’t want to divorce you. I want to be your wife and I want you to be my husband.”

“ Even without the babies? “

“ Yes, “ she nods and brushes her fingers through his short hair. “ You are my family James and you are enough for me. Always”

“ I love you. “ he says because really, it’s the only thing he can think of. The thing he wants most. The only thing that matters.

Without another word, he pulls the ring from the box and delicately slips it back onto her finger. Where it belongs. Where it always belonged.

“ I’m sorry I was ever this stupid. I should’ve just talked to you “

“ Yeah you should have but right now can you — can you just kiss me? “

She doesn’t need to ask him twice. He kisses her once, then twice, then once again. It’s been a long long time since the last time he’s kissed her. Too long. Way too long.

He’s not gonna stop anytime soon. Never again. Never ever again.

“ Hey, “ he says “ how about you slip into your wedding dress I think for all my stupid decisions I owe you a dance. “

“ I think you might be right. “

And she’s smiling, so bright and radiant. Like the sun. Like all the stars. Like his own personal light in the darkness.

“ Don’t expect too much though. I just cried, my hair is a mess — I won’t look the way you remember me looking in this dress. “

“ You’ll look gorgeous.”

And he’s right. She looks breathtaking. She looks like a wonderful, wonderful dream. Like love captured in a person. Like a second chance. Like his home.

There are a lot of thoughts racing through Bucky’s mind as he pulls her close and they sway to the melodic tunes of their wedding song as it sounds from the speakers of her cellphone. But above all there’s love. And the knowledge that he is enough. That they are enough. Their tiny little family. Perfect and not broken or missing anything. It’s good as it is.

They don’t have to think about who gets to keep the decorative throw pillows, the records they used to collect together, the plates that were a wedding gift, the cat. Because it’s theirs. Together. Shared.

And forever.

[bokutosworld]

a piece of you in me | hq boys in love

characters: kageyama, tsukishima, kenma, akaashi, kita!   

wc: 1.5k words, fluff!!! 

prompt: "i am a mosaic of everyone i've ever loved, even for a heartbeat." 

-> the little things that remind them of you and how your love has made them feel complete

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO: He picks up on your favorite expressions and phrases, and slowly incorporates them in his life and makes them his own. He doesn't even realize it, that he's already scrunching his nose like you do when you see something you don't like. Or that when he's thinking hard about something, he's tilting his head in the way that you do. There are also subtle changes in the way he reacts when Hinata messes up his spikes -- less shouting and more helpful explaining of how his partner could improve. And when the team sees this, they are dumbstruck and left thinking how you were a good influence to him.

"What do you think of this, Tobio?" You summon your boyfriend to help you decide on which dress to buy. He immediately walks over to you, putting a hand on your waist as he settles by your side and gives a look over to the clothing item. He hums as he tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he imagines how it would like on you.  

As the two of you were too engrossed on choosing what to buy, an old saleslady passes by the aisle and smiles at the scene in front of her. She watches as Kageyama takes dresses from the racks and takes you in front of a mirror to help you see which looks better. She takes note of how the two of you act so in sync, how his actions complement yours. But what the lady is most amazed about is how the two of you come to the same exact decision at the same time. It was a refreshing sight to see a young couple going along so well, that the old lady can't help but think that you two were meant to be.

TSUKISHIMA KEI: He remembers how on your very first date at that summer festival, you didn't hold back on trying the different kinds of food and snacks. You left quite the impression on him, so much so that after years of being together, you are the first person that pops up in his mind when he's trying a new restaurant with his family or friends. It's like second nature to him to scan the menu, looking for dishes that you would like and making a mental note to take you to that particular place.  

The waiter arrived at your table, placing the plate of stacked pancakes right at the center. At this point, you and Tsukishima were starving after spending almost twenty minutes in waiting. He excitedly brought you out to brunch, sharing how much you'll like the breakfast menu at this new restaurant. And he wasn't wrong.

Your jaw almost dropped, seeing the most scrumptious stack of chocolate pancakes. It was topped with the most luscious pieces of strawberries and covered with maple syrup that was slowly drizzling down the plate. You were quick to take shots of your order from different angles. When you were finally satisfied with the photos, you look up to see Tsukishima extending his hand and offering you a piece of pancake which you gladly accepted. Your eyes went wide, glancing at your boyfriend who had his hand tucked under his cheek and gazing at you lovingly. He says, "I knew you’d like it."

KOZUME KENMA: He knows how much of a cinephile you are. Whenever the two of you are watching movies over at his apartment, you never fail to share one random fact about the film that was currently playing. He adores how you are updated with the latest movies in production or those that are soon to be released. That's why he's developed a habit to always check the movie times in the nearest theater, monitoring it to see if the film you have been raving about is finally showing. The boys often extend an invitation to him for movie nights but they're aware that there's no else he'd rather watch together with than you.

It was the third time this week that you stayed behind at work for overtime. Any other day would be fine, but Kenma thought that you deserved an early time off on a weekend. Seeing that he had free time, he decides to surprise you with a trip to the movies. It so happened that earlier in the morning, he chanced upon the movie releases and saw that a sequel to your favorite movie was showing.

When he shows up at your office, he sees your worn out figure hunched over the desk. He had to stop himself from physically dragging you out of the building, opting to wake you and drop the tickets he bought in your lap.

"What is this," you question him. The knobs in your head were turning and soon, it finally clicks that this was the movie that you've been waiting for. "Oh god, is it premiering tonight? How did you know?" He answers you by throwing your coat to your table, and telling you to hurry before you miss the movie.

He was helping you wrap the scarf around your neck, his hands finding its way to cup your cheeks. "I figured you'd forget since you had a busy week. So, I wanted to reward you." He presses a kiss to your forehead, "I'm proud of you. Let's go."

AKAASHI KEIJI: Since you started having sleepovers together, his apartment feels emptier without you. Like how you've etched your way in his life, you've managed to leave a mark in his home. It's in the way that your scent lingers in his pillowcases, the way you've positioned your toothbrush next to his. He's even started looking forward to mornings because you always make him coffee in the way he likes it. He's starting to think that you seem to know you way around his own house better than he does -- but he's not complaining. It's only got him imagining what the future would like, living with you.

You discard the grocery bags you were holding atop the kitchen counter of Keiji's apartment. Over a phone call earlier, he mentioned that he would be going home late and you thought it would be nice to cook him some dinner that he can enjoy when he returns. You thought about what you were going to prepare and decided that a good bowl of katsudon would lift his spirits after a tiring day at work.

When Keiji arrives home, he catches a whiff of something good coming from the kitchen. It wasn't unusual for him to return and see you at his place - in fact, he'd love it more if he could always come home to you. When he spots you working your magic in the kitchen, he feels himself fall for you over again. He couldn't help himself as he was now walking over to you and wraps his arms around you. You jump at the sudden contact, but relax when you feel him hum, "You're a wonderful sight to come home too. Move in with me already, please."  

KITA SHINSUKE: The moment you walked into his life, it's like a garden of flowers bloomed inside his heart. He discovers that there's a certain beauty in the different kinds of flora, especially with how they each carry a special meaning. And since falling in love with you, he can't help but have his thoughts drift to you when he's passing by a flower shop. He can't stop the way his feet carry him inside, allowing him to browse and leaving with a bouquet in hand. It doesn't matter whether you're celebrating an anniversary or not -- he'll manage to have you fall head over heels for him again when he surprises you with flowers. 

Like any other day, you found Shinsuke waiting for you at the lobby of your office building. He was seating with his legs crossed, his eyes focused on the video that was playing on his phone. Your heart soars with how he looked exceptionally handsome tonight and you find yourself wondering how lucky you were to be with him.

He notices you from afar and waves toward your way, standing and waiting for you to come to his open arms. You smile and almost run to him, falling to his embrace and immediately getting the comfort you've been craving since the morning. He gently kisses the top of your head and declares, "Good work today."

"Thank you, Shinsuke," you break away and return his loving gaze with one of yours. He turns his back for a moment, and when he faces you once more, you see a bouquet of beautiful flowers in his hands. You take them in your hands, feeling your heart beating fast, "Oh, babe. You didn't have to."

"I know, but I want to. They're gerberas, and do you know what they mean?" When you shake your head to say no, he chuckles and brings one hand to cup your cheek as he says his next words. "Beauty. And loyal love. So you know I'll always be here waiting for you."

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*-Mug Shot-*-Poly KiriBaku X reader-*-part one-*

Note: Surprise Saturday, I got carried away with the story and thought it might be best to section it off in two parts so you’ll be getting this one and another post tomorrow peeps, I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a story like this one. Smut is not in this one so if you are looking for that you’ll find it tomorrow, until then please feel free to enjoy this. Also all characters are aged up and the time the story takes place is when they are already pro heroes, so keep that in mind.

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Running, running, the sound of bare feet harshly pounding across the hard surface of the ground below. The pavement cold and merciless on your bare feet, you feel the damage from all the running with no shoes.  As you run the sound of your terror echoes out across the soundless night, the streets so empty, not like how they usually are in the daytime. Not a soul will hear you and if they do it’ll be a little too late. It’s dark and only the street lights give you any semblance of where you are going. You hear and feel your heartbeat pounding away in your chest, that feeling becoming more painful with each pound. You feel yourself falter a bit more but you can’t afford to stop, can’t afford to stop running even for a minute. You know they have to be hot on your tail, know they won’t waste time in giving chase once they know you have fled the scene, that most horrifying scene that you left behind. The images flash through your mind as you ran churning your stomach and bringing fresh tears to your eyes. You stifle a sob but that makes your chest clench most painfully but worst of all in this panic while you turn into an alleyway you haven’t noticed the glass scattering across the entrance of the alley. Though you become sorely aware of it once your feet make contact with the shards causing you to let out a scream at the pain shooting through the fresh wounds the glass makes. You wind up tumbling to the ground, you scuff up your hands and knees as you make contact earning more painful noises from you. You fell unceremoniously on the ground in a small heap. Those sobs you kept in achingly inside your chest burst out and you howl out, hot tears now streaming down your face.

For a moment you lose your resolve while you lay there in that heap on the pavement. The pain from all the running through the city catching up with you. Your breathing erratic and you are finding it hard to catch the breath that you lost during this chase. You feel dizzy, your entire body aching in agony, and for this time all you can focus on is the sheer panic coursing through your entire form. You need to get up, need to, have to, you can’t just keep lying like this out in the open, they’ll find you. Another surge of adrenaline gives you the energy you need, you rise to your feet and start running again. You are ignoring the pain in your feet and in other areas of your body which is over-exhausting. You’re Focusing on what is dead ahead of you, a building that looks abandoned. You can focus on much of anything else except the idea of escaping, the idea you can hide and rest a moment. Though, you have to wonder what you are going to do. You can’t run forever and you doubt hiding will do you much good either. No, not when facing off with two pro heroes who are much more experienced than you. Two pro heroes and friends you never had thought until now would have done something like this in the first place and no one else will believe such a claim either. No one will convict two heroes that have done nothing but good. 

These thoughts alone left you feeling alone, so very alone. Who do you turn to in a time like this one? Who will even believe you? You, a simple book store clerk and hobbyist selling random things for fun? You are what most would call a nobody, just another face in the crowd, which is why you have to wonder what wound you up getting mixed up with these two in the first place. However, this is no time to think about that. There is no time to be drudging back into the past when what you need to focus on is finding a solution to your problem. A solution that doesn’t come easy or seemingly at all. The alarm of this chase slowly starts to dull into confusion as to why you haven’t been hearing anything from the two who should be hunting you down right now. You haven’t even seen a glimpse of either of the two males you figure are after you currently. Everything quiet and dark, not a sound, not a peep, nothing. You pause your running once reaching the abandoned building and making your way inside. You pant and groan, your lungs and everything else feeling like they are on fire. You place your hands on your knees and take in a deep gasp of breath before coughing loudly. You are choking and gasping after all that running, that dizzy feeling coming back to you. You stumble to the wall and lean against it, you in this tiring state slide down not caring about the filth on it or the ground under you, and there is trash along with other more grimy looking things all around, nonetheless at the moment, you choose to ignore it. Your body too worn and your mind still scattering about too much to really mind it all. All you need is to breathe, that is all you can think, you need a moment. Maybe if lucky, they aren’t chasing you after all. You can only hope that is the case yet you can’t be too certain so you know you can’t linger for too long.

“Fuck...fuck...it stings damn it…why…?!”

You curse under your breath finally starting to feel the glass in your feet you didn’t bother to remove before. You are fearful to even look at the bottoms of your feet right now, you can only imagine how torn up they must look currently, The blood. Looking off you can see the small trail leading to you.  You let out a small whimper as you raise your hands to look at them. They too sting badly from falling a few times before. Looking them over it seems they have been torn up pretty badly. A few rocks rest under the skin now, you poke at the bloody and bruising flesh trying to scoot a rock from under the flesh to get it out only to hiss from how it feels to do so and once more curse.

“Damn it…stings...”

You say in a whimper as you move to curl up into yourself, more tears start to cascade down your cheeks, that tight feeling in your chest returning.

“(BF/n), oh god...what am I...?!”

You curl up and start sobbing the images of your beloved’s corpse chard and beaten to a pulp on the floor creeping into your brain, it once more causes you to feel sick. It makes you want to vomit. The smell, the sight, the screaming before all that, those are things you know you’ll never forget. All of them tear you up inside, this is all your fault after all if it weren’t for taking on that project for the two pro heroes you wouldn’t have been winding up here, would you?

It had been a simple day, one like any other, the sky was bright and sunny dotted with a few clouds which you had remembered you stared up at that day. It was very nice unlike tonight, cold and unbearable regardless you remember you woke up beside your lover then. Your boyfriend had given you a good morning kiss like always ever since you had moved in together. Honestly, you hadn’t been in that house together all that long, only a couple of months but those moments spent together had been a dream. A dream you hadn’t wanted to wake up from. You would both get up and get ready to go to work. That morning you showered together, you both got a bit frisky that morning. You and your boyfriend would make out tongues danced together while your arms would be wrapped around each other. You could feel how well your bodies fit together. 

Hard to believe that is all over now, that lovely little dream with your boyfriend dead, as dead as he is now. You will never feel that perfect fit with him again. Knowing that sends another wave of pain through you and causes another sob to echo out from your chest as you shiver and wish for the warmth of your lover. Right now you feel more cold and alone than ever before.

Continuing that trip down memory lane, you could recall you left the house alone that day. Your boyfriend would take his car to work and you would walk, being that you didn’t live that far away from the book store which you work at. You can’t help but think that years ago you wouldn’t have seen yourself working in such a place and it’s not because you don’t like books more so you have problems dealing with people. It fills you with a lot of anxiety to deal with things most days. Honestly, you feel you might have just wasted away if it wasn’t for your boyfriend who always seemed to have your back when you needed it. What are you going to do now that he is gone? Are you going to spiral out of control? No, somehow you will stay strong for his sake. 

Regardless, continuing on. The day moved forward normally nothing seemed out of place, not even the random email you had gotten when you came home. The email was another commission for a project by another faceless person. You didn’t know that this request would wind you up in deep trouble later, in that deep trouble now. The commission seemed all too normal. The client wanted something special done for an anniversary gift for their boyfriend which seemed very cute to you. Really you sort of like hearing from the clients more than most do. The theme was simple it was to be a Red Riot and Ground Zero themed item or rather mugs. They wanted it to be a bit flashy or at least the art on them to be, it was something you could do, Honestly. Despite not being that into heroes, you were happy to do this for the client. You love making things and even more so making those who enjoy your work happy. So like with any other client you got to work after you sorted through the details, and actually, you were very excited. This was something you could do with your boyfriend, he was much more into the whole hero thing than you were and still are. Funny enough your boyfriend did like those two in particular. They were heroes that he very much enjoyed so that day you learned quite a lot about the pair of heroes in question.

The project went on as normal and with your newfound information, you made the gift extra special. You wanted to be very specific to the client’s taste so you tried to ask questions however they seemed very lax about everything they had said that they trusted your judgment. You didn’t mind this one bit. You had given the client updates and he seemed to like them. Eventually, the day came for the project to be done and you shipped them out. You had been very proud of your work and even your boyfriend was. Actually, Your boyfriend had got all pouty, he wished he could keep them which you had found funny then...what you would give to be able to hear him laugh again, to see that smile, and now that was stolen from you.

For a long while, things seemed alright, there had been no word from the client. However, you had been paid so you assumed they were happy with what they had gotten. It wasn’t until a full two months later that things started to kick off again. The day had started normal enough, you made it to the bookstore on time, and would work as you normally would. That day was quiet, not many customers, and most of the day spent slacked off with your coworker while doing what needed to be done around the store. Though at some point the bell on the door would sound it would call you back to the front of the store. A young man with crimson red spikey hair and eyes was the one who sounded the bell when he walked in. Upon further inspection your eyes would widen you would form a recognition with the redhead in the store, it was the hero Red Riot. You couldn’t help but stand there dumbfounded.

“H-Hello and welcome to Nook Books, how can I help you?”

That had been what you said when you finally had found your words, your voice had come out in a bit of a stutter and you had given him a small nervous laugh. He responded to your more shy behavior with merely a smile and offered up an adorable laugh of his own, which actually eased your own anxiety towards the situation at the time.

“Hey there, yeah I could actually use a bit of help finding a book.”

You would smile at the young hero and gave a small nod, you of course were always happy to help the customer, and there was no exception then either. Not to mention you were face to face with the hero Red Riot and at that time you had been oh too excited to be in his presence for the fact you could tell your boyfriend about the encounter. Maybe if you were lucky you could get an autograph, or maybe at least a picture, though to be honest you also hadn’t wanted to bother him so you so it was just a debate in your mind. you at the time though knew it would make your boyfriend happy if you would get it.

“Ah yes, well I’m happy to help, what book are you looking for?”

You would offer up one of your best smiles and try not to fidget too much however you had already shifted to and fro a bit out of nervousness already.

“Ah well, haha, I kinda don’t know…”

You would blink a moment in confusion but nod a moment before you responded.

“You don’t know? Are you buying for someone else?”

You would question a moment, you thought maybe his mind had been on someone else when he thought of the book he wanted, it might have been a gift if he wasn’t sure what kind of book he was on the look for however just as well he might just not had been sure what type of book he needed for himself, but something told you it wasn’t for him, you had a felt that way anyway.

“Haha, yeah, it isn’t for me, though he’s very special to me, he’s a bit difficult to buy for sometimes. Do you have any books that would be more action-packed and manly?”

You had smiled when you listened to his explanation for who it was for and even giggled when you heard what exactly he was had been in search for. There were many, many books on hand that could cover what he wanted but with so little given and that he said the other was difficult to buy for well it seemed like a slightly daunting task. Even so at that time you were determined to find the perfect book for this special someone that he had talked about. You smiled and worked very hard, you asked specific questions to try and get a better gauge on what type of book to get. If only you had known what you had been dealing with back then you wouldn’t have worked as hard as you did to make him happy. You wouldn’t have been as pleasant to him, but sadly you hadn’t known and you had been as positive and polite as possible. You even asked more than you would have given your normal comfort zone. You had tired yourself out on one customer something you wouldn’t usually do, but you wanted to impress the male. You wanted to make sure someone like him left very happy. You did manage that, you got him the perfect book, after you found that book for him you brought him over to the register to check him out.

“I think that book will make him smile, and if it doesn’t feel free to hold me accountable.”

You would chirp out as you rang up the book, you had a good conversation with the young hero. He’d even told you his name which was interesting to know. Kirishima seemed to talk about Ground Zero. Of course, it was said they were good friends so you supposed that was only natural, and he’d mentioned a few other interesting aspects about himself which had tickled you to learn about. It wasn’t every day you could have said you got to talk to a pro hero.

“Don’t worry, I trust your judgment, I don’t think you’d steer me wrong haha.”

You would nod and laugh as you placed the book in a bag and told him how much the book would be, Kirishima would pay you and you would hand him the bag, of course surprisingly he didn’t rush off after that, he would stick by the counter a moment.

“Before I go, would you like an autograph or something?”

He had given you a big grin and you would blink, you had held back and tried not to ask because you hadn’t wanted to bother him and there he asked you about what you had wanted from him, almost too eager you lept at the opportunity.

“Y-Yes actually I’d love that, my boyfriend is a big fan.”

At the first part of your statement it would seem that Kirishima was very happy to hear what you had to say but as you look back on it now you realize that he had twitched lightly, he had made a small change in his facial expression that said something else when you mentioned your boyfriend, you thought nothing of it back then but now it was very apparent that he was upset to hear you were with someone and that the reason you wanted a picture and autograph was because of him and not because you were a fan.

“Yeah? Alright then, glad I could help you make his day like you made mine.”

After that, you would get to pose with him for a picture and he would sign a piece of notebook paper for you, it was the only thing you had on hand at the moment, but he happily signed it for you. You also hadn’t noticed that he looked for more reasons to make conversation with you but your coworker interrupted and him unlike your boyfriend wasn’t very fond of heroes so he could care less that one was in the store other than the fact it meant that the store might get a good review from someone who mattered.

“(Y/n), I need you to do something for me in the back.”

Your coworker would speak up, you could tell from the tone of his voice he just wanted to hurry things along.

“Oh, I don’t want to keep you. It was nice to meet you, (Y/n). Hopefully, I’ll see you again.”

With that Kirishima had given you a small smile and wave before he made his way to the door.

“Yeah, you too, have a lovely day, I hope the person you were buying for enjoys your gift!!”

You would call back to him before he fully left, you hadn’t thought about how he used your first name, you didn’t tell him he couldn’t then, which would come to be a mistake later, many things would lead to being mistakes you couldn’t have fathomed being so problematic. After that meet with him, you had continued work only to be nagged by your coworker about doing your job in a timely fashion which irked you quite a lot but you hadn’t let it ruin your day. Like you assumed your boyfriend would be over the moon to see the autograph and to see the picture you had been so pleased to see his smile, that night was one to remember, Your boyfriend had been so excited he made love to you. Part of you doesn’t want to remember that part, only because it’s yet another thing that you will never have from him again, and giving the current situation, you find it inappropriate.

Suddenly you hear a loud bang echo out, a growl and cussing from not too far away from where you are in the building. Your heart begins pounding in your chest, it looks like those who were chasing you after you had fled are finally here to collect you. Your breathing picks up and you move scrabbling to your feet. If you stay here they’ll find you for sure, that is all that you are thinking about, you need to escape and now.

“Where the fuck are you (Y/n)!! I know you’re fucking here, can’t hide forever idiot!!”

[keanureevesisbae]

sugar sugar - the honeymoon

Summary: Becky and Henry are on the sex island, planning the rest of their honeymoon.

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Sex, blow job, squirting, spanking, fingering and mentions of cock warming

Wordcount: 1.9k

Masterlist // Sugar Sugar Masterlist // Sugar Sugar the wedding Masterlist // Previous chapter //

I knew that our honeymoon would be filled with sex, especially because we are going to that specific private island again. My friends said goodbye to me at the hotel, before Henry and I went to the airport to get on the plane and let’s say they weren’t subtle.

How could they, when we apparently woke up the entire hotel? Maybe a private island is good for us.

On the private jet, Henry ushered me over to him and when I sat on his lap, he pulled out his hard cock and whispered I should sit right there, so I could keep him warm. I had been craving him, probably even more than he needed me, I simply smiled and slide on his hard member, letting him stretch out my walls as he bottomed out.

Still tired from the wedding and the wedding night, I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck, as he read a little. As I started clenching around him, trying to relief some tension, he chuckled and bucked his hips up to mine, his hands guiding my hips to ride him. We already were members of the mile high club, but with what we did right there and then, I’d say we’re honorary members.

We arrived late at night on the private island and I immediately became one with the mattress, barely bothering taking off my clothes. Henry slid in behind me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me—his wife—good night.

He suggested a no clothes honeymoon, but I simply cannot allow that. Being on the private island again means that it’s possible, sure, however there are other things we need to think about, we need to do.

For example, what we’re gonna do after we spend some time on the private island, because Henry suggested a month long honeymoon, if not longer.

I mean, I wouldn’t complain about it. A month long just Henry and me, traveling around the world? Sounds like something I would thoroughly enjoy.

After a wonderful goodnight rest, I wake up in an empty bed. I suspect he is already out and about. I stretch out my muscles, before I walk into the living room, only to see there is no sign of him. I walk to the kitchen, but still, no Henry.

Where could he be?

When I march into the backyard, he is right there, without his shirt on, doing push ups in the shadows. ‘Honey, I was looking for you,’ I say as I near the yoga mat. ‘What are you doing up already?’

I sit next to him on the yoga mat and he smiles. ‘Was already awake, baby, but you seemed so peaceful, I figured I let you sleep,’ he says, running his fingers through his sweaty locks. ‘Why are you wearing this many clothes?’

I scoff. ‘You’re gonna push this?’

He nods. ‘Yes, because I love you naked and now we can walk around without clothes on, not a possibility of people seeing us.’ He picks on the thin tank top I’m wearing and I give him a kiss, after I let out a chuckle.

I sit on his thick thighs and ask: ‘Tell me, what are our plans for the rest of our honeymoon?’

‘Spend a week here?’ he suggest. ‘After that we can go to whatever country you want to go to.’

I smile. ‘Maybe… Australia? Japan?’

‘Australia and Japan it is for my gorgeous wife.’ Henry smiles. ‘I still cannot believe that you are my wife now. My wonderful and beautiful and amazing wife.’ He wraps his arms around my waist, before pressing a kiss on my lips. ‘Just do me a favor and take off your clothes,’ he pleads.

‘Because we’re married,’ I chuckle, taking off my tank top. I shimmy out of my underwear, as Henry shreds himself out of his own clothes way too fast. He bites his bottom lip, before pulling me back on his lap. I admire it all: his thighs, his broad chest and his beautiful face.

‘I can’t get enough of you, darling,’ he says, squeezing my ass in his large hands.

‘I can tell. You’re quite obsessed with me.’

He smacks my bottom and I let out a yelp. ‘No need to be a smart ass,’ he says, in a joking yet stern tone.

‘Sorry, daddy,’ I whisper.

There is still this wedding bliss, the moment that we’re finally husband and wife. While I know we need to go back to our place, get a bit of normalcy back into our lives, a month long honeymoon (filled with tons of sex, because Gen wasn’t joking at our reception) sounds like something I could totally need.

Henry places me on my back and moistens his fingers between his own lips, before he teases them through my wet slit. I arch my back when he slowly pushes one in, before adding another one.

How much I already needed him, after everything we did last night, on the plane, it’s quite special, but that’s just what he does to me. His fingers rub against my sensitive spot and I moan out loud, hearing it echo into the open space. ‘More, daddy,’ I beg. ‘I need more.’

‘You want three fingers, baby girl?’ he asks, but I am enjoying it way too much to answer. ‘Tell daddy what you want.’

‘I want three fingers, daddy. Fuck I need it.’

He pushes in his ring finger, before rubbing his thumb over my sensitive clit. My hips buck up to meet his fingers. ‘Good girl,’ he says with a proud smile, ‘look at you. Still so needy.’

When I tighten around his fingers, he must’ve sensed my orgasm was nearing, because he pulls out his fingers. ‘No,’ I whine. ‘Daddy, why?’

But Henry wouldn’t be Henry if he wouldn’t tease me. He pushes his fingers deep inside of me again, but only once I’m on the verge of cumming, he withdraws his fingers again. I don’t know how many times he has done this, but after a few times, I’m a panting, moaning mess. I fold my fingers together in the back of his neck, to pull him closer to me. I feel his hot breath against my lips. ‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’ he asks.

‘Don’t be mean, daddy,’ I say. ‘I need to cum, I can’t take it anymore.’

He smiles, pressing a kiss on my cheek, my other cheek and then my lips. ‘You do know what you’re asking for, don’t you?’

‘I do.’

Without breaking eye contact, his fingers find their way back to my throbbing entrance and they slide inside with such ease. As I look into his beautiful eyes, his fingers expertly know what to do. They rub the right place over and over again, the familiar sensation coiling inside my stomach. ‘I can tell you’re close,’ he whispers. ‘You sure you wanna cum?’

I feverishly nod, when my toes start to curl and I close my eyes, my lips slightly agape as I shake underneath his broad body. As I ride out my high on his fingers, he smiles at me. ‘What?’ I ask out of breath.

‘You made a mess on my yoga mat,’ he says and as he pulls out his fingers, I look at the puddle between my legs. ‘You’re a messy one, I know that, but this is something else.’

‘Sorry,’ I chuckle, pushing my legs together.

‘None of that,’ he tells me. ‘But you needed to cum, right?’

I can see the glimmer in his eyes and I already know what is waiting for me. Maybe it’s the fact that we’re on no one’s radar, maybe it’s the fact we’re outside, but he is absolutely ravishing me.

Not a second goes by that his hands and lips aren’t doing anything. He flicks my nipples, presses open mouth kisses on my nape and smacks the flesh of my bottom over and over again, causing the skin to heat up. I have no idea how many times he made me come, how many times he stopped right before I reach my high.

He is pounding inside of me, desperate to chase his own high. I barely can hold onto him, as I’m exhausted. ‘Look at me,’ he whispers, stilling his movements, ‘are you okay?’

‘I’m tired,’ I whisper back.

‘You want me to stop?’

I shake my head. ‘No, daddy, I can take it.’

He frowns, before he pulls out. ‘No, no, no,’ he says, not agreeing with my pleads, sitting back on the yoga mat, ‘come here.’

I push myself up, kneel in between his legs and already know what he wants. He grabs my hair together, guiding my face towards his hard member, his tip fiery red and still glistering in my juices. I open my mouth and let his large cock slide inside my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and it takes a few moments before I get my breathing right.

Henry pulls my head up by my hair and I look at him, desperate for some air and as I gasp for some oxygen, he asks: ‘Where do you want me to cum?’

Normally he doesn’t ask. He knows the answer, but now he is asking me? ‘In my mouth, daddy,’ I whisper.

He darkly chuckles. ‘Your wish is my command.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Despite his pleads, this is not a naked honeymoon. After spending a week on the private island, we took off to Australia, followed by a trip to Indonesia, Japan and South-Korea. It’s lovely to be around Henry, to spend time with my husband.

By the time we’re home, the honeymoon bliss slowly drifts off and I realize that we’re officially gonna be husband and wife for the rest of our lives.

No way I’m ever letting this man go.

There is so much that I’m grateful for. The fact that he literally goes above and beyond for  not only me, but also my dad and my friends. The fact he always makes time for me, no matter how busy he is, how tired he is. How he supports me and everything I do.

When I wake up, I look at my phone and realize it’s been a few days since we’re back to normalcy and our one month wedding anniversary. I get out of bed and rush towards our living room. I see Henry’s already up, sitting at the dining table, his eyes focused on his laptop screen. I can already see the houses. Ever since we got back, he is been dead set on finding the right place for us.

A place for us to start our family.

‘Good morning,’ I say with a smile, as I wrap my arms around his neck. ‘Find anything yet?’

‘Not yet,’ Henry says, ‘it needs to be perfect for you.’ He looks to the side and smiles. ‘Did you sleep okay?’

‘I slept wonderful,’ I whisper. ‘Missed my man next to me.’ I plop on his lap and add: ‘You know I don’t have many demands.’

‘I know,’ he chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist. ‘Still need to be perfect. Thankfully money isn’t the problem. I have three houses on my list, you want to check them out today?’

I smile. ‘I’d like that.’ I give him a kiss and say: ‘I love you.’

He chuckles. ‘I love you too, darling. I can’t wait to start the rest of our lives together.’

‘Me neither,’ I whisper. ‘I can’t wait either.’

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[lowkeyorloki]

Anger Management

Summary: Loki doesn’t like you. He’s begging himself to keep it this way.

Smut, 18+. This may be expanded into a mulit chapter. Let me know what you think~

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Loki doesn’t even need to knock on your door. You open it before he raises his hand, like you had been waiting for him. That’s what Loki would have thought, if he didn’t see the annoyed look splayed across your features. 

You look small, mortal. Back on Midgard, it isn’t so obvious, but on Asgard, the contrast between you and the gods is like night and day. You’re inconsequential, with your oversize shirt that barely covers your ass, your messy hair pulled out of your face, the deep circles under your eyes. 

You look terrible. But that doesn’t make Loki leave.

He doesn’t wait for you to invite him in, he just pushes past you. Almost immediately he turns back to face you: he hated your room. As the Midgardian diplomat, you didn’t get to go home much. You solution was to bring your home to Asgard- or at least your corner of it. Your room is set up like it would be on Earth, with a desk and strewn papers. There are tokens of your childhood, stuffed animals and old diaries almost everywhere. Loki tries not to look at them. They humanize you in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to do that. 

Loki pushes you against the door you’ve barely just managed to close, his fingers gripping at your hips and teeth scraping over your neck. He growls. At least Midgard did one thing right, he thinks as he kneeds your ass. The thong you’re wearing makes it easier for him to get your cheeks to flush, your body to tremble. Less work- though with you, Loki never truly had to exert himself. 

“Loki-” he nips at your bottom lip, hoping you’ll take the hint that he doesn’t want to talk tonight. He never does, but especially not now. He kisses your jaw, smirking when it draws a gasp out of you. He lets his lips drift down the the neckline of you hoodie, which is much too high for his liking. It makes him let out a breath of annoyance. He lifts you up, and before you can even think to wrap your legs around his waist, Loki tosses you across the room and onto your bed. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows, glaring at Loki.

“Really?” you ask, the first noise you’ve made since gasping into his mouth. Loki smirks. “I’m tired, Loki. You show up this late, is it really necessary to manhandle me too?”

Loki rolls his eyes before they flicker down to your cunt. It betrays your apparent anger, the thin cloth covering it already wet. Loki can practically smell you from here. You’re just a mortal, but you take up all of Loki’s senses. He hates it. Hates you.

“I don’t recall saying you could talk.”

“I don’t recall asking for permission.” Loki joins you on the bed, hands on either side of your body as he towers over you. If you’re intimidated, you’re doing a good job at hiding it. “I’m not going to when I was nice enough to let you in.”

“Right. Because I’m the only one benefitting from this arrangement.” Loki flicks his thumb over your clothed clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Loki sighs in the silence. “That’s better.”

“Can’t shut up Odin and Thor this way. Take what you can get, I guess.” 

Loki’s head snaps up, absolute fury taking over his mind. He pins your hands over your head in a second, summoning a rope to secure them to your headboard. 

Loki would spend more time punishing you, chastising you for such insolence. But he’s aching for you, he came here for release and doesn’t want to chase it any longer. He spells away your sweatshirt, leaving you almost completely naked. Loki licks his lips at the sight of you. As always, your body seems to come alive under his hungry stare. 

Loki dips down, placing a rabid kiss on your hip, making sure to leave a mark. He takes the material of your thong between his teeth, dragging it off your leg and tossing it aside. Loki turns his attention to your thighs, and you open your legs further when he does. Against your skin, Loki smirks again. You were so easy. Loki frees himself, untying his pants as fast as he can. The rest of his clothes stay on as usual. Loki always wants you to be the one in a more vulnerable position. 

His cock teases your wet folds, and Loki is overcome with the need to feel you, warm and somewhat welcoming. He thrusts, entering you in fluid motion, but quickly drawing away so just his head rests inside you.

You fidget, watching him indignantly. Loki stares back, always patient. Finally, you let out a whine. He decides to give you something, because he doesn’t want you to really get mad, reaching up to tease one of your nipples. You let out a small moan, your mouth falling slightly ajar. While your guard is down, Loki swiftly pulls away and enters you once more. You let out a cry, and being unable to throw your arms around him like you usually do, your legs tighten around Loki’s hips. You shudder underneath him, and Loki feels your walls clench. He curses.

“Lo-ki.” you say, the god’s name strained with every movement of his hips. Loki doesn’t answer, his breath hot on your shoulder as he hits the spot deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You gasp, your breathing becoming increasingly erratic. Loki reaches between your joined bodies, quickly finding your clit again and giving it almost too much attention. Your brow furrows, your cries getting louder and louder. This was why Loki had enchanted your room, so you wouldn’t alert the palace every time he paid you a visit. 

Loki fucks in and out of you, even harder than he usually does. It’s this night, this damn place, making him so needy. Loki chases his thoughts away by focusing on your face, contorted with pleasure as he finally draws your climax from you. You cry with Loki’s final thrust as he comes inside you, both your bodies almost instantly going limp. Loki is heavy, his heaving chest on yours as he stills inside you. You stare at the ceiling, Loki at the pillows, until he finally eases out of you with a hiss.

Loki doesn’t even look at you, he just waves his hand so your own are free. He hears your groan behind him, bu tries not to think about it. Standing, he tucks himself back into his pants.

“Hey.” your voice is deep, more so than usual. Loki glances your way, sees you’ve pulled your knees up to your chest. Drops of Loki’s cum roll down your thighs, dripping on your sheets. He blinks. “Any particular reason you had to go so hard tonight?”

You are human, no matter how much it pains Loki to admit it. You’ll be sore tomorrow for sure. Loki can’t bring himself to feel bad for that. If anything, it just makes him somewhat excited.

Loki turns his back, walking towards your door. Gripping the handle, he stops.

“My mother. It’s the anniversary of her death.”

With that, Loki leaves. He’s wholly uninterested in your pity. 

[apixrl]

IT'S YOU.

hanta sero x fem!reader

WARNING(S): slight angst. mostly arguing / tension but fluff towards the end.

word count: 5.3k

song: it's you // gavriel

note(s): if u stan him ur immediately just so hot and sexc and if not ur just really stinky sorry not sorry

italian translation - translator !!

The heavy pouring rain waged war against your once dry and stylish jacket. The piece of clothing now resorted to an added weight as you strode forth to reach your apartment complex. Luckily you were only a street away, your hurried walk turning into a legitimate jog when the storeyed building came into sight. It was Friday night, meaning the day you worked overtime for the sake of earning a little extra as well as filling in for a coworker. Most of the day the weather had been miserable, the sky maintaining a mundane and drilling grey cloudy sketch that slowly collected into rain. Luckily your morning walk to work hadn't been affected by the downfall but the weather had chosen to stick around for your walk home.

Your jacket glued itself to your frame as its capability to keep you dry fleetly decreased, the hoodie underneath beginning to dampen ever so faintly too. Your pants were already taken to the rain, answering its call by absorbing the water into the fabric and making them exceptionally uncomfortable to wear. The pair of shoes on your feet struggled to bind together as they countlessly stepped in puddle after puddle, wearing and tearing with every step you took.

Cars passed by, tires causing gushes of water to hit the pavement. The street lamps did nothing to show your presence as they sped by, your body growing damper from the droplets of water hitting you. You briefly scolded the inconsiderate drivers in your head, eyes glancing ahead to meet an approaching individual. They were most likely a neighbour but given the darkness surrounding you weren't entirely sure, ultimately deciding to keep your head down and not draw attention to yourself.

In truth, this wasn't the only reason.

During the last week and a half, your want to socialise was relatively low, finding a lot of your spare time spent at home and in your own company. The separation from society was healthy for your recently plagued mind, spending afternoons finding all kinds of homely leisure to pass the hours by. It felt much more wholesome and enjoyable to endeavour in a story from your bookshelf or writing poetry in your journal straight from the heart rather than sitting aimlessly on your phone. Simply scrolling through social media to bore the day away.

Why the sudden stray from society to your own little world? Well... sometimes having a popular Pro Hero as a boyfriend came with its cons. Especially when hardships came between. As of the Tuesday approaching, it would be your ten-month anniversary with your partner - Hanta. Or what he was better known as; Taping Hero: Cellophane.

Yours and his meet was rather mundane truth be told. What started as a journey to purchase a recently released volume of one of Hanta's favourite manga comics took a drastic turn and became something much more meaningful. He caught you grabbing the final copy available, smoothly swooping in to attempt to charm you into giving him the comic (the ravenette had been to about five stores before that during patrol - a rather lousy thing to do but he justified his actions with lack of spare time). However, he walked out with a date two nights later instead, finding himself be moved by your own charms and attraction that Hanta urged himself to ask and not miss the chance.

From there, things were taken slow. His social status was shared pretty quickly, faster than Hanta felt comfortable with - liking the idea of you liking him for who he was over his fame and wealth. It didn't affect your perspective of the ravenette, since you had already fallen for him before such information could be told. It took a month before you officially became boyfriend and girlfriend, and life couldn't have been better for the pair of you. For the most part, your relationship was perfectly stable and as healthy as you could make it. But unfortunately, all good things must come with a cost.

See, one thing you were to learn with growing closer to Hanta was he kept his personal life extremely separate from his heroic persona. Such a statement was made very clear before you brought your relationship to the next level since the ravenette requested that if you were to become lovers that he would want it to remain private. So he could feel he had a somewhat normal life outside of his duties as a hero. Whilst becoming a Pro was his dream and the man loved his job, Hanta was also a sucker for peace and quiet too. Having that metaphorical and literal balance in his life granted him inner peace, and as his partner, you respected that.

At least at first, since you didn't think you would reach ten months together and still be hiding behind sunglasses whenever the pair of you wanted to see a movie.

You couldn't lie, it was endearingly sweet Hanta felt that way, partly anyway. The fact he cherished your love and relationship so close to his heart that it was only shared between you two. But your irrationality couldn't help but make you wonder how in a concerning way, Hanta's desire to keep you from his greatest achievement in life (becoming a top ten pro) almost felt like he was hiding you... like he didn't want you a part of it. And once that thought struck you as the ravenette rested peacefully beside you one night, it didn't shy away anytime soon. Given the fact you had spoken briefly about making yourselves public in the past with little to no issue, you didn't think you would cause harm by bringing it up again. But it seemed your choice of when to bring it up was poor, as it most certainly did not run smoothly between you.

Something about his day had irritated Hanta, and so you pinning such focus on the subject seemed to pass him over his limit. There were a few snaps here and there, which you didn't necessarily appreciate, and Hanta's lack of enthusiasm and care for your request made you all the more upset. So weighted emotions matched with the evident disagreement surely lead to Hanta storming out of your apartment with such a slam to the door you wouldn't have expressed shock if your neighbour's stepped out in the hall to see the chaos ensuing.

That was nine days ago, and so far neither of you had seen nor spoken to the other. You'd made attempts to contact him since then, attempts you knew before you tried would come out unsuccessful. But from observation, Hanta was surprisingly a complete mess when it came to emotions based on negativity. Whenever the ravenette grew angry or agitated he became a closed book, so hard for you to read that the only thing you learned that worked was to give him space. To let him get through his upset alone since he never seemed to allow for outer help and comfort to assist. Which you despised because you wanted to help him through his troubles. To be there as the big spoon or to be the shoulder to cry on. But stupid male pride got in the way, Hanta building a wall so high and thick between him, his emotions and you that truth be told you had no idea how to push through.

So you resorted to letting him get over it in his own time, knowing deep down he would come around eventually. It wasn't the first quarrel you'd had and hopefully not the worst, and you knew this was Hanta's way of dealing with it. Whilst you had been willing to wait it out, you placed that thought in your head thinking it to be only two or three days before Hanta made some sort of effort.

But it was nine. And that was beginning to concern you greatly.

You finally reached the stairs leading up to your apartment building, the relief flowing through your system so freeing and wonderous. All that was left was to type in the passcode by the main doors and you would be merrily under shelter, able to kick off your trainers and slip into some comfy sweats. Perhaps even make yourself a warm cup of cocoa and watch an episode of a show you needed to catch up on before the sweet release of sleep. Or so you thought it was going to go.

Twenty minutes later and your thumb grazed lightly over your phone's home screen, imaginatively stroking the black hair of a certain boy you loved dear as he smiled cross-eyed back at you. The photo was taken when Hanta took you ice skating in the countryside during the winter which previously passed. He discovered a secluded location hiding a spacious lake that had been glazed with thick, sturdy ice. After numerous times of losing your balance, Hanta deemed it amusing to take a photo with you as you sat on your backside in defeat. And whilst it did humiliate you, you adored Hanta's goofy looking face in the photo. Hence why it was your background.

You'd found yourself staring at the photo the night prior too, contemplating whether to try to call again or not. What if something was wrong? What if Hanta was injured and somewhere under repair at one of the numerous hospitals in the city? God... what if the doofus finally slung himself across the city as crazily as that Western hero he never shut up about and fell to his death? And your setback from social media was the reason you hadn't found out yet? See! This was a reason why you wanted to go public! At least in an emergency, somebody would know who to contact!

Your brows crinkled at that final thought, what began as concern moving back a step to annoyance and you settled on tossing your phone behind you on your bed in defeat. Proceeding to stand upright, you tugged the oversized hoodie (Hanta's hoodie not to mention) on your person and wandered through the rooms of your apartment to your kitchen. Where the bubbling of your kettle boiling water filtered your ears. The low hum calmed you as you leaned against the counter in thought, arms crossed over your chest and your eyes focused deeply beyond the wooden flooring.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The noise went unheard at first, so occupied in your head you mistook the sound for the kettle boiling. But when the triple trill sounded again, it dawned on you that that was most certainly not how a kettle was supposed to sound. Snapping out of your focus, your head lifted to the kettle before it scanned the room around you. Nothing seemed different at all, and nothing inside your apartment had a reason to make such a sound.

Unless you had rats... then maybe that would make sense.

Please don't be rats.

Having no initial success, you blankly went back to your thoughtful state - the kettle finally boiling. Permitting you to fill the lavender painted mug that waited impatiently on the side, four heaped teaspoons of cocoa powder begging for hydration inside. Now actually having something to do you hoisted yourself off of the counter, stepping to the one opposite to do the task at hand. But then just as you were going to pour the heated water...

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!

This time it was more rushed and heightened, holding a lack of patience to a certain extent. It was there you finally trailed your eyes left, right and centre, your E/C irises landing on the french doors past your sofa which lead to your balcony. Doing as much as possible to downplay your panic by putting on a brave face, you manoeuvred from your perch in the kitchen and headed for the doors to glance outside. Thankfully the light on the balcony was switched on, giving you a glimpse of silhouettes to the arrangement of the outdoor area. At first, nothing seemed different at all. Just the usual setting your balcony always had. A few potted plants and a small sakura blossom which you'd been growing from the seed, as well as a glass table and four chairs. Not to mention the closed up umbrella and pole reaching for the stars above too. But looking over your observations, something went amiss. Since when did you have five chairs?

Squinting your eyes in a struggle to focus better, they were only set to widen as it hit you what you could see. There, perched on your balcony in a squatting position was a person... balancing perfectly on the thin pole as their head leaned forwards to occasionally peer inside the glass doors. It took a second or two for you to figure out what was going on. But the moment you recalled the fact you had a boyfriend with the ability to swing from rooftop to rooftop, your heart both plummeted to your feet and leapt to the heavens above simultaneously.

After realising what was happening, you moved to the lock of the glass doors and grabbed hold. That movement seemed to indicate shifting on the exterior because the person on the other side stood upright and casually stepped off the railing as though it were a stair. You swallowed thickly, clamping down on the inside of your cheek in worry that you could not see his face. Unfortunate for your nerves since at least then you could gain some form of presumption to what his expression read. So walking in blind, you unlocked the door and jiggled it open, the glass door sliding to the side easily. Quickly did the silent walls of your apartment be filled to the brim with the heavy downpour of rain and distant car horns in the distance. As well as the overhanging state of tension in the air as your eyes trailed up the slender frame of your visitor and meeting the ebony eyes you'd been missing for far too long now.

"What... what are you doing here?" You uttered out after a long twenty seconds passed. Upon opening the door no words were said, only the longing gaze of two conflicted lovers. Hanta stood before you with a discouraged expression, lips tightly pursed together with no catchphrase toothy grin to show. He was donning his hero costume, though his helmet appeared to be missing for reasons you didn't know why. But it didn't help Hanta one bit since his black locks were laced with the heavy downpour from above. You imagined his hero costume was drenched as well, damp spandex sounding all too discomforting in your head as you used it as a focus to ease the nerves you felt to the sudden visit.

"Hey," Hanta finally said after what felt like a millennium. What were his usual cheerful tones came out low and unsure, like the ravenette hadn't come prepared and was relying on other factors to push himself forward. With sunken brows and a clear of his throat, Hanta continued as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. "Can I come in?"

"Oh... right, sure," You stated blankly and stepped back for him to do so. At first, you wanted to ask him why he decided to come to your balcony of all things, but the look in his eyes had convinced you to wait for that chance. There was just something about those gorgeous orbs of ebony you couldn't say no to - conflict or not. Luckily your apartment flooring was hard, meaning any water from Hanta's shoes (or soles as his costume didn't use shoes) could be mopped up and dealt with later. Not that you were thinking about that at all. Your mind was too focused on processing what was going on.

"I was in the neighbourhood and you know that my tape is crap in rain so... I didn't know where else to crash," Hanta started once inside your apartment. He nervously laughed as though to ease inner feelings, hands meeting his hips in a lost attempt to make conversation. It was mainly due to the fact you hadn't properly greeted him, sort of dawdling between him and the sofa. You looked Hanta up and down and sighed, seeing how soaked he was.

"Here... slip this on," You lifted your hands over your head to tug the hoodie off, holding it out for Hanta to take. It was his anyway, and it would be a lie to say you weren't wearing it for his scent. Underneath the hoodie, you donned a simple black tank top you tended to wear during your morning jogs or times of exercise. The ravenette took it reluctantly, initiating you to head for your bedroom. "I'll go grab you some pants too. And a towel for your hair,"

"Oh... okay then," Hanta was genuinely astonished by the hospitality, watching you disappear down the hall. As you grabbed the aforementioned items, he began to remove the top half of his hero costume. It was true that Hanta loved his hero costume very much but when it came to the rain he wanted nothing more than to change the design completely. The spandex soaked up the rain and it took hours to drip out, not only dampening him but also multiplying its weight much more than double its usual. With his tape dispenser shoulder pads placed on the floor, Hanta stripped himself of his top half. Sighing when he discovered the rain had seeped through and dampened his skin. Luckily you entered the room shortly after, carrying some grey sweats of Hanta's and a freshly cleaned towel.

"So... is there any other reason you decided to scare the crap out of me on my balcony?" You questioned flatly, a hand on your hip as you held the towel out for Hanta, placing the sweats on the sofa cushion next to him. He mumbled a quick thanks, promptly starting to dry his upper half.

"Well yeah," The ravenette stopped momentarily to glance your way, ebony eyes finding you back at the countertop in the kitchen where you resumed the task of making cocoa. Hanta quickly expressed a sigh. "W-We gotta talk,"

"About?" You asked innocently, though you were fully aware of what was being implied. Chewing the inside of your cheek as you did your best not to make eye contact, Hanta furrowed his brows at you.

"I think you know,"

"Well, are we starting afresh or picking up where we left off? The moment you decided to storm out of here and slam the door shut?" You spoke in a passive-aggressive manner because truth be told, you didn't appreciate Hanta's way of handling your last discussion at all. So you were certainly planning on letting him know. Speaking of which, Hanta was now scrubbing his raven locks dry as his eyes closed in response. Almost like he expected you to react in such a manner. Though he refrained from biting back, knowing that would only make it worse. Not his aim for visiting.

"Starting afresh,"

"Okay then," Was all you said, stirring your spoon and tapping it quite obnoxiously on the side of the mug before dropping it into the kitchen sink. Then you moved to the fridge to grab yourself some squirty cream. The can practically empty, it reminded you how badly you needed to go grocery shopping the next day. As for a reply, from across the room, you could only see the essence of hesitance. Either from Hanta figuring where to go from that or ultimate regret for even coming. Your bets were on both.

"Look Y/N -," The ravenette began, relatively quick to dry the rest of himself off and to put on the remaining clothes. Just as he was prepared to skirt over to your side, his actions ceased upon seeing you setting yourself down on the armchair opposite. Hanta had a moment where he didn't move, unsure what to do before he resorted to sitting down on the sofa. Feeling it the only safe thing to do. "I don't want problems between us. It's the last thing I want, okay?"

"I um... okay," You said, fingertips tapping lightly against the ceramic mug filled to the brim with whipped cream and cocoa. Hanta met your gaze for a split second, hands proceeding to fiddle with the other much more prominently.

"But... I want you to know that I've been thinking about it and well... I guess if it'll make you happy, I'm willing to do it and go public," Hanta spoke through a sigh. Peculiar, because a week ago you would have probably broken into a bright smile and jumped straight into the ravenette's arms then and there. Yet, you remained in your seat and mouthed a small oh of... disappointment was it? Whilst you weren't certain what it was, it most definitely felt like that. Which was odd because the words Hanta had just uttered were the ones you had been waiting to hear for months now.

Funnily enough, it didn't take you long to figure out why. Because throughout the previous week and the lack of contact, that's exactly what had been the route of the problem. The way Hanta treated you during your last interaction and the lack of communication mixed with it. It wasn't the original issue anymore. Of course, you still wanted that. But you additionally craved a sense of closure for how you were treated.

"Hanta I...," Hanta's brows crinkled together in a frown, not shy to display his confusion to your hesitant tones.

"What? What is it? T-That's what you want right?" He replied.

"Yes, it's what I want. But that's not the issue anymore,"

"What do you mean? I'm not following...," His response made you scoff. Not exactly great for the situation at hand. You remained silent for a little bit longer, scratching the side of your head as you sat upright to elaborate.

"Hanta... you haven't texted or called me in over a week. You walked out of here after a fight and practically went radio silent!" Was your protest, watching as Hanta fell back against the sofa. Unbeknownst to you, there was another reason he did this. An inner conflict he had yet to unveil. A prolonged silence ensued as if Hanta was trying to find the correct words to say.

"Because I needed space Y/N... time to think!"

"Yeah well we both did... but even calling just to say that would have been reassuring," You weren't finished despite trailing off, Hanta seeming to notice by the way your lips were faintly parted. "I know you have a busy schedule but... but...," The thought entered your mind for a split moment, doing much more damage than intended.

"But what?"

"It doesn't matter. I-it's stupid," You tried to brush it off, suppressing the thought further down into your system so it wouldn't win you over. Hanta didn't seem to like that though, his head tilting your way with his eyes boring into your own. He could tell when something was bothering you, just from your body language.

"No. Tell me,"

"You're not losing interest in me, are you?" It sounded ridiculous the moment you uttered the words, and it sounded even more ridiculous as Hanta's hands met the bridge of his nose in a heavy sigh. Quickly causing you to further your point. "I-I just thought that you not wanting to go public and being 'busy' was a nice way of saying -,"

"Don't even finish that sentence,"

"Sorry," The silence lingering between you both drowned out your voice, to which you looked down at your hands with a sigh. The ravenette sat upright rather abruptly, shifting onto his feet and coursing a hand through his hair. There was a clashing frown on his face as he reflected on the words he just heard.

"I can't believe you would even think that... that I'm growing tired of you!" Hanta called out in disbelief, near offended by the accusation. His body twisted to face you, eyeing you down for some sort of explanation or justification to what you said.

"It's hard not to when you're giving off all these... these signs!" That was your best response. Though you were set to be cut off by another sharp sigh from Hanta. One of many expressed that rainy night. You watched as he walked on over to the glass doors he entered moments earlier, observing the rain slashing harshly against the clear surface. It had grown even heavier since his entry, the back of his mind relieved to be out of the dangerous weather and inside closed doors. He didn't ponder on it long though, returning to the situation at hand and leaving the indistinct 'pitter-patter' of the rain behind him.

"Y/N have you ever thought for a single moment why I've kept you secret for so long?"

"You said you liked your private life to be away from your hero one... a-and I get that!" You replied urgently. "I'm okay with all the publicity and the social media responses and -," As though he expected that answer, Hanta interrupted you with a near saddened laugh. It caused you to frown and glare his way, about to raise your voice if not for his own voice filling the apartment.

"You know my job isn't just walking around being a celebrity, right?" Hanta glanced back at you. "I'm a hero for crying out loud! I protect people from danger! People like you!" The ravenette pressed a closed fist against the glass pane of the door, forehead inches away from the surface since Hanta shifted most of his weight onto it. You tilted your head, frowning.

"I know that but -,"

"But do you?" Hanta's tone came off harsher than intended to emphasise his point. But he was quick to abandon it, clicking his tongue in defeat to a battle in his head when he realised he had to explain his case. He'd been reluctant to say anything about his activities in the last week since technically not even the press knew, but lying wasn't going to get Hanta and you anywhere. So he surrendered to the urge and spoke. "Listen, the reason I didn't message you this week is that I've been working non-stop over some drug trades going on. One's that have been going on for a while underground and ones that have gotten good people killed. I haven't had the time to focus on us even though our fight has been in my head all week and I've been shitting myself over talking about it because I don't want to lose you! I couldn't imagine life without you, Y/N and I feel like an ass for treating you how I did last time we spoke! But I haven't been able to tell you that because access to my phone has been slim, and I couldn't-,"

"Hanta?" You stood up gingerly, only speaking up due to the change of Hanta's aura. He had started curt and sharp but slowly tumbled into a more emotional demeanour. The more personal his small speech grew the more it started to affect him, probably the impact of his own thoughts taking their toll. There was even a voice crack at some point, one you'd never heard before. Hanta took a deep breath, bracing himself to speak again.

"It sounds like a lame excuse but it's the truth. I didn't want to say it. But I can't lie to you," He continued. "It's cases like this that have kept me from wanting to go public. B-Because if those people were to figure out who you are because of me...," There was a stifled shake of a breath, Hanta's voice quietening in fear just at the thought. "I wouldn't be able to forgive myself,"

You were speechless. So speechless you weren't even mad anymore. He was finally... finally being vulnerable with you and that seemed to be enough for you to erase all your grudges. Sure, work wasn't an excuse for everything. But in a circumstance like this one - with the job that Hanta lead, you could understand his reasons and in spite of your worry you knew the rules. No mobiles on operations. And finally, he was confiding to you about why he struggled with the thought of announcing your relationship. So in a very reluctant manoeuvre, you plucked up the courage to walk up behind him and wrap your arms around Hanta in a sorrowful hug. Hanta tensed up at first, breath running short, but he didn't push you away. A hopeful sign.

"I'm sorry for making it such a big deal when you had other things to think about," You said, pressing your lips to the back of his shoulder blade and giving the surface a peck. You remained there for a good few, adamant seconds before retracting. "And I'm sorry for never looking at it that way... or considering your feelings on the matter,"

"Y/n it's fine... just...," Hanta seized the opportunity to turn around to face you, running a hand through his ebony locks with one hand as his other slithered around you to return the hug. "I'm sorry I made you doubt me... I feel like shit about it and it wasn't my intention at all,"

"No! No! Don't apologise. It's okay, " You brought a hand to fiddle with the string of his hoodie. As much as it wasn't what you wanted, you had to see Hanta's perspective and understand his feelings too. This was a two-person relationship after all and had you known his feelings ran that deep, you wouldn't have pressed the matter as much as you had. "Look, we don't have to announce anything to anyone okay? If it makes you comfortable and happy then I'm willing to remain a mystery a little longer,"

That returned some colour to his face, almost like Hanta feared you would oppose him even still and the situation would grow for the worse. With a small sigh of relief, he finally allowed a smile to press to his lips. A smile you knew all too well and had missed for a while now.

"Thank you for understanding," Hanta exhaled, pausing as his eyes hovered onto you with an ounce of playful intent. "And I guess we could be a little bit less discreet when we go to the cinema together," You smiled faintly, finally satisfied with the decision you had come up with. Better yet, a compromise. The very thing you had wanted to start with... clearly your concluding thoughts had been premature.

"Thank you... it means a lot,"

"Yeah... I love you," Hanta spoke gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too," You stood on your tiptoes to lightly peck his lips, Hanta humming softly in approval as he returned the gesture. After a few seconds, you pulled back though, feeling a smile on your face as you did. It was enjoyable to kiss his lips again, another thing you had missed greatly in your week-long deprivation of your boyfriend.

"So, how does some hot cocoa sound? I can imagine you were sat on the balcony for a pretty long time," You pulled away from the hug, but kept hold of Hanta's wrist as you tugged him along with you. Hanta shook a fist in grateful triumph, sighing out in bliss at the offer.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask! Hot cocoa sounds amazing," He smiled, pausing temporarily before adding on. "But are cuddles on the table too?" You glanced back at him, half expecting the request. But there was no way you were going to say no. You shook your head in amusement before answering.

"I think we're both in desperate need of cuddles, so I think so. Yes,"

"Amen to that,"

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Infinity & Beyond (Wanda Maximoff x Reader) Chapter 4

Summary: This chapter focuses on the journey of the reader during the five years without Wanda.

A/N: Thank you for the likes and reblogs! Hope that you are all enjoying the story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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You wake up a few months later in the Avengers compound once again. This time with your memories intact and feeling unbelievably disappointed. “She found him,” you find yourself saying to whoever was in the room as you involuntarily sit up on the bed. The nurse brushes it off as some weird superhero thing and not something to address. But then you repeat yourself again and again until she alerts Bruce who grabs the attention of the other remaining Avengers.

"What do you think she means?" Natasha questions as you make the statement again.

"Maybe she's talking about Wanda and Vision?" Steve chimes in with a concerned look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Why would she be talking about Wanda and Vision? Vision was an advanced robot with a stone in his head, he had no soul for Wanda to find. If any of that exists," Bruce points out.

"I don't know then," Steve shrugs. Then you repeat the phrase again. "Maybe it's Wanda and her brother? I don't know, maybe we're too focused on the cloudy eyes thing. We could be thinking about this too hard."

Then Rhodey comes into the room to inform the members that the radar has picked up a signal of an unidentified flying object. He thinks that Carol might be back. "Just say UFO," Natasha rolls her eyes as she follows the guys out of the building. On their way out she spots a worried Pepper Pots and quirks her lips into a reassuring smile. "I think she found him," she says to the woman and leads her to the landing zone of the compound. It's only then that Natasha realizes what you meant. Sure enough, a woman is carrying a ship into the landing zone with Tony Stark and someone named Nebula. Pepper wraps her arms around Tony in tears and relief. He is quickly brought to the medical wing where you remain. Somehow having watched the whole thing from your bed.

When you come out of it the nurse informs you that your eyes had gone cloudy for a moment and you had predicted the return of your father. "He isn't my father," you grouched. Huh, must be another ability, you think to yourself.

Later, after passing a few diagnostic exams with flying colors, you are discharged from your hospital room and are eating across from a very serious Thor as people argue and yell at each other. It was weird to eat actual food. Thor was almost amused watching you figure out how to hold your sandwich.

Tony is then rolled into the room with a furious energy. You can tell that he is really hurting from this loss, that he is frustrated and you can even feel betrayal radiating off of him somehow. Of course, it's not until he's shouting at the Captain that you realize you are feeling his emotions. You were feeling everyone's defeated emotions and it was beginning to suffocate you. As you try to distract yourself with the food, your mind wanders to how overwhelmed Wanda must've felt being able to read people's minds. That leads to the memory of Wanda slipping from you and it's almost too much to handle. You toss the plate in front of you, disrupting the ongoing argument. You’re squeezing your skull as the tears come and you scream for it all to stop. Natasha and Steve fall to your side as they do their best to calm you down. Once the memory leaves you and you've settled, everyone in the room gets serious about finding Thanos.

Nebula is useful as she provides the only lead to finding Thanos and you join them on the spaceship, brushing off everyone's concerns. The talking racoon asks how many of you haven’t been to space before, you raise your hand among the others which seems to be enough to make him laugh. You don't understand why until the ship rushes off to space.

Arriving just outside the planet, a floating woman you hadn't been introduced to yet appears at the front window and is surprised to report that the planet is just Thanos. Along with everyone else, you are heart broken to find out that he had destroyed the stones. You feel for Thor when he says he went for the head and shed another tear for the woman that Thanos had taken from you. It feels like you just lost her all over again.

The first year is the longest. The days feel never ending and drag on. Most nights were spent jolting out of bed in a cold sweat as you're being haunted by memories. It often felt like you were back in the hands of Hydra being electrocuted and injected, spoken to in a language you didn't know, probably German. Everything that was done to you in the time you were captured, everything that your mind had originally suppressed, was attacking you each night. Going through it alone made you miss Wanda even more. So once you could remind yourself that you were safe, you had also been reminded that you were alone. Lots of tears were shed in the night.

After Tony built up enough strength to leave the compound he did but he never stayed gone long. He would return often to attempt to build a relationship with you. It wasn’t easy trying to let him in, the lack of sleep being no help, so you didn’t. Your resistance never stopped him from making the effort to get to know you. Now that he knew you existed, he wanted to be part of your life. Tony knew that you needed family and he was all you had left, even if you didn't want to accept it. He promised to never abandon you ever again.

That didn’t mean he stopped living his life. Within a few months of his recovery, Tony invited you to his surprisingly low-key wedding which you begrudgingly attended with Natasha and Steve. They had been helping you out a lot with coping and figuring out whether or not you wanted Tony in your life. Steve often joked about fighting him again to get him to back off, but you never took the offer. You did your best to enjoy yourself at the wedding but it only reminded you of what you couldn’t have.

You smiled your way through the night as you thought about Wanda.

Her smile, the dress she would’ve worn, her laugh, that look in her eyes that is so full of love and only reserved for you. Your mind went even further back to a time when Pietro was alive and how they would’ve danced together and how happy he would have been for the two of you. You even imagine the wide grin he would have walking Wanda down the aisle and the single tear he would shed. Once he found that ring of yours he was constantly harassing you about when and how you were going to ask his twin. Even giving unwanted advice and ideas. It was all so consuming. That night you fell asleep crying in Natasha’s arms.

Months later, while Tony was visiting you he included you in on a secret. Pepper was pregnant. You didn’t exactly give the most joyous reaction but you were happy for him and Pepper. “When she’s born, promise me you won’t come back here,” you find yourself saying.

“Well I don’t know if she’s a girl yet but… why don’t you want me to come around here?” Tony asks as he returns the ultrasound image to his pocket.

“I want the three of you to be happy. I don’t want you to worry about me. Besides, I’m thinking of asking Nat to start assigning me to missions. I probably won’t be around as much and I really just need to get my mind off of the things I lost and the things I can’t have.” You keep your eyes on the promise ring Wanda had given you on your first anniversary. “But I want you and Pepper to be happy. Enjoy your life Tony. You don’t need to make things right with me to do that.” Tony disagrees but hugs you as he says his goodbyes and you find Natasha for your first assignment.

You are there for the birth of Morgan Stark. You forge her a special necklace from your powers and smile at the little bundle of joy. “Congrats you guys, she is so precious,” you say as you hold the baby.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Pepper says with hooded eyes and a tired smile. You hand the baby back to Tony and leave before thoughts of Wanda could invade and cloud your head. She always wanted a family. She used to fantasize about the kinds of parents the two of you would be. The types of kids you guys would raise. Baby names… Being away allowed you to forget her. But moments like these threatened to tear you down.

More years pass and Natasha is forced to ground you from missions because you have become too mentally unstable and a major liability. Steve drags you to his group therapy sessions but you hardly pay attention or contribute. You just miss Wanda and you allow yourself to feel that pain because running from it has only made it grow. For the most part you spent your time sitting in meetings with Steve or Nat. You preferred being in Natasha’s meetings since they were about mission updates and strategy and not about people crying over first dates. Shortly after that particular meeting Steve began to hint that maybe you should give it a try, you shut him down and turned it around on him. He quickly dropped the subject.

Among that daily schedule you would end your nights curled up on your bed in the room Wanda stayed in while she was waiting for you to come back to her. You would hold some clothes that still smelled like her to your nose as you listened to sad songs. For a while you’re stuck listening to Little Talks wondering if her spirit was lying by your side trying to reach out to you. Some of the things you felt were too painful to keep around and you had them stored at a special place far enough from here. One of them being the old computer. Well, they had been stored away for you but sometimes you convinced yourself that you made the call on your own. Not that Natasha arranged a team to steal most of your belongings.

Tony was generous enough to copy every video and photo file from the computer and put them into your phone. They helped you go to sleep at night.

Then one day, a man you swore had to have been on the vanished list that Nat viewed often, appears at the gate. “Is this old?” Steve asks.

“This is live,” Natasha says. They let him in and the three of you stand around as he explains how he can help. You, Nat, and Steve are skeptical but not so much that you guys don’t have hope it won’t work. Immediately you guys are on the road to find Tony Stark.

Over the years you tried to visit between missions, when you could. Not for Tony but for Morgan. You couldn’t help but fall for the little girl, she was your sister and you wanted to be the best big sister you could be for her. You also wanted to make sure she knew how many people cared for her and that she would always be safe and protected. Natasha was also captivated by her and would sometimes join you on the visits. You girls would play once she was able to run around and you even showed her some of your powers. During this time you finally allowed Tony in and even established a healthy relationship with him and Pepper because whether or not you wanted to accept it, they were your family.

When you arrive at the cabin, Morgan jumps out of Tony’s arms and runs into yours. “Y/N/N!” She shouts happily. You greet her with just as much energy and take her into the house to let them do the talking.

Pepper prepares some drinks and has you take them out to everyone. You re-enter the kitchen to help her with lunch. “Why aren’t you out there with the rest of them?” Pepper asks conversationally.

“Because my powers are connected to my emotions and if your husband says no… I might accidentally blow him into bits and pieces,” you sigh.

Despite herself, Pepper laughs a little. “You know,” she starts. “If you called him dad, he won’t have any other choice than to say yes.”

You shake your head, not this again. “Not going to happen.” Tony hasn’t directly asked you to say it but Pepper has and she keeps bringing up how much it would mean to him to hear you say it. “Besides with what we’re trying to do there’s a chance that he might lose all of this. I’m not even sure if I want him to say yes.” Your gaze lands on Morgan playing with her toys. Pepper follows your gaze and smiles softly.

“Hey Morgan, sweetie?” Pepper calls attention to her daughter who curiously looks up at her mother. “You should go out there and rescue daddy,” Pepper says. The little girl's face lights up as she stands to run to the front door. “Knowing Tony, he will find a way to protect everything he loves and save the world. Even if it kills him,” there is something in the way she says those words that causes the two of you to share a look. A hopeful let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that.

She then gives you a hug and tells you to stop by more often, she wishes you luck, and you leave the warmth of the home to the frowns of your rejected friends. You don’t look at Tony when you bid him goodbye.

Next you find yourself in Bruce’s diner and watch as Scott Lang fails to be recognized as Ant-Man by some kids. Bruce is willing to give the time travel a try and on the day the test run is done, you begin to lose hope again. You eat your taco near a window as you observe Scott set up in the landing zone. You laugh when Nebula and Rocket arrive blowing away his food. You almost can’t believe that is the guy who had access to the closest thing they had to a time machine. Steve walks in smiling at your laugh, you don’t do that often, with Tony barking orders behind him. People get to work on the machine and that pesky flicker of hope is restored.

As you work on things Tony is by your side teaching you about every part you are using and putting together. You just let him rattle on and on as you let yourself fantasize about holding Wanda in your arms again. Before you know it they are doing the first test run with Clint Barton. He disappears and instantly reappears with a baseball glove and a stunned expression. “It works,” he says and that feeling of hope causes your heart to pound in your chest. You are going to see her again. Now to find out when to travel to.

“See you in a minute,” Nat says with contained excitement. She is just as excited to complete this mission as you are. After a lot of thinking and planning they separated into three teams of people. Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Scott leave to 2012 to retrieve the tesseract, scepter, and the time stone. Nat, Clint, Nebula, and Rhodey vanish to 2014 to grab the power stone and the soul stone. The last team is just Thor and Rocket to grab the reality stone that is apparently inside of Thor’s former girlfriend. Tony, Steve, and Nat wouldn’t let you go on the mission because they still think you’re a liability. You argue that Thor isn’t exactly the picture of mental stability but they point out that Thor is the only one on their team that knows Asgard and where that stone is.

So you sit and pout in a chair for the quick minute that everyone is gone. Part of what has you so pissed off is that you didn’t get to experience time traveling. All because of a few bad missions. You watch them disappear and stare at the platform but time seems to drag on and you look down at your phone with a sigh. In that second everyone has returned with their stones and your heart drops. You notice one person missing and frown. “Where’s Nat?” You ask. Clint wears a broken expression and takes a breath before explaining how he received the stone. “Oh,” is all you can come up with.

Clint felt that it should’ve been him and you didn’t disagree but you understood why Natasha sacrificed herself. She confided in you a few times about how she felt like a monster because of what she was forced to do when she was being raised in the Red Room. She even talked about the mandatory hysterectomy and hated that she could never carry kids of her own. You did your best to try and cheer her up by telling her that adoption was always an option. “No agency is going to allow a former assassin to adopt a kid. Trust me… I tried.” She then boasted about Clint and his family, she loved them as if they were her own family. “I’ll deny it if you tell anyone but I cried like a baby the first time his daughter called me aunty Nat,” she got teary eyed and you passed her another shot of vodka.

Natasha missed them so much and you knew she would sacrifice herself to get them back. She wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if his family came back and she had to inform them that he died to save her. She probably would have felt like a bigger monster than she already thought she was. You stood up and left the room to collect yourself and get as far away from everyone’s grief as possible. Natasha had easily become your best friend these past few years. In the past year that you’ve been stuck at the compound there were days when it felt like all you had was each other. You can’t believe she’s gone but you have to hope that there is still a way to bring her back.

Banner finds you later and makes you some food and Rocket sits with you and the rest of the guys sit by the dock to talk. You force the comfort food down despite feeling too sad to eat and notice Nebula walking back into the time machine area. They call you into another room where they’re going to put the stones together but you ignore them and follow Nebula. They let you go, assuming that you’re still upset about losing Natasha. The first time you went on an actual mission with Nebula, you were put off with how serious she was so you came up with random nicknames to call her. She was annoyed initially but eventually she mentioned how funny she thought it was. Her tone had remained emotionless as she told you that and you had to refrain from laughing because it felt rude to do so as she was opening up. Nebula was still a very serious person to be around but she loosened up a bit around you, even called you her friend.

“Hey Neb-Neb!” You called out after her but she ignored you. “Bu-Bu! Hello?” You followed her to the control panel, “Nella, what’s going on with yo–” she cuts you off by wrapping her hand around your throat and speaking to you through gritted teeth. There was definitely something off about Nebula but you couldn’t quite figure it out. So you fought back because you weren’t fighting your friend, you were fighting a stranger. The two of you go hand in hand until she slips out of your hold and goes back to the control panel. You move to stop her but are too late. Next thing you know, you are waking up in rubble.

With a groan you sit up and dust yourself off then quickly panic, you don’t even know if they had time to do the reverse snap. You crawl your way out of the rubble and find Steve, Tony, and Thor speaking in hushed tones. “Did you guys do the snap? What happened?” You ask frantically, you need to know that you’ll be seeing Wanda again. Losing her a third time was simply not an option. Then you see a very alive Thanos just sitting there. That’s when it connects in your head. It was a different Nebula and she was getting a past version of Thanos into this present. “Please tell me you guys did the snap,” you look at Tony and he nods. But the look on everyone's faces told you that they didn’t know if it worked.

You join them as they attack Thanos but he is powerful and not easy to bring down. You’re tossed into another pile of rubble and shake your head, annoyed with yourself because you felt useless. Your powers were failing you and you couldn’t fathom as to why. Out of nowhere you see portals open up one by one, the people that had vanished and the people that hadn’t stepped through each portal. Then an enormous Ant-Man emerges from the ground and drops off a few more people that must’ve been trapped from the destruction of the compound. You gather with the rest of them and really focus to activate your powers as Steve grabs Mjolnir and shouts, “Avengers… Assemble!” Despite the unsuccessful attempt, you still charge along with the rest of them to fight against Thanos’ army.

Without seeing her, you could just sense that Wanda is among the rest and as much as you want a reunion, saving the world takes precedence at the moment. You could practically hear her telling you to go be a hero anyway. As you fight against Thanos’ army, using the hand to hand combat skills Natasha and Steve taught you, a part of you is still distracted and searches for Wanda. Regardless of where you want your focus at the moment. You make your way around the battlefield hoping to knock into her or something so that you don't get yourself killed trying to find her. Then you hear her.

“You took everything from me,” her tone is heavy and her eyes are glowing. You come to the conclusion that she must not know whether or not you are alive. So you don’t let her know and wait to find out what she does.

“I don’t even know who you are,” Thanos responds, angered by the woman's threatening glare.

“You will,” she says before she starts attacking him with her powers. Discreetly killing off a large gathering of Outriders hurtling towards you, you watch Wanda as she comes very close to killing Thanos herself. He calls for the ships to rain fire on everyone and that’s when you finally make yourself present to her. You jump from your spot and land right beside her and create a force field to protect the both of you. Other members are being protected by the sorcerers and it isn’t until Captain Marvel comes flying through that the bullets stop coming down and people are trying to get the gauntlet out of there. You turn towards Wanda and feel her mixed emotions, you wink at her with a smile as you let the barrier go.

“It’s time to be a hero right now, love. We can say hello later,” you tell her before you go back into the fight, the adrenaline rushing through you as your powers have finally activated. Each member does their best to keep the gauntlet out of Thanos’ reach but sadly no one succeeds and he holds the extreme amount of power once again. Carol fights him with as much power as she has to keep him from snapping his fingers but eventually gets tossed aside. You step up next using everything that you have inside of you, using abilities you had no idea you even possessed. But in the end you are tossed onto a metal rod that had been protruding out from the destroyed building. It had stabbed you through your side making it difficult to breathe. As you fight for air you look around to watch Thanos and his army disappear. Tony collapses beside you. “No,” you cough out weakly. You reach out for him and luckily he was close enough for you to touch his shoulder. “Tony,” you gasp as the tears sting your eyes. His eyes follow the sound but you can tell that he’s not actually looking at you.

“Mr. Stark, we won. Mr. Stark,” Peter says as he tries to grab Tony’s attention. Rhodey lands beside his best friend with understanding and sadness in his eyes. Yours tighten shut for a moment as your tears start to fall. You want to wake up from this horrible nightmare but this is reality, a piece of you knew that you couldn’t avoid. Then Pepper arrives and pulls the boy in the spider suit away from her husband. You look up and see that he has finally returned somewhat enough to recognize his wife.

She tells him that he can rest now, then she looks over to you so that you know that now is the time to say something so you don’t regret it later. With a weak grip on his shoulder you nudge him to return his attention to you. It looks like he’s trying to smile at you but is obviously far too weak to do as such. You offer him the best one that you could muster in your current state. “I love you, dad. It’s okay, we’ll be okay,” your hand lands in his and he gives it the lightest squeeze before it falls limp.

Wanda makes her way over to you and panics at the amount of blood you’ve lost but at the moment you don’t feel anything. Not even the pain of losing your father. You just feel… numb. It dawns on you that your body must be failing but that doesn’t scare you. She takes your hand as your loud thoughts of just letting go enter her mind. “No,” she starts through frustrated teeth. “You can’t leave, Y/N. Please, keep fighting. This can’t be our ending. I need you, please don’t leave me,” she sounds so broken but equally determined to keep you alive. As you hold her gaze she lets out a broken sob and tenderly whispers, “I love you to infinity.” She continues to beg, depositing small kisses to the back of your hand. As her words sink in, you find the strength that you need to fight off the thoughts of letting go. Then, with your heightened vision, you look around and find every remaining Avenger kneeling out of respect for your father and you have the urge to join them. You struggle to get up from your position, Pepper and Wanda try to stop you from moving but all rational thought has left you.

“I’m not dying right here,” you grumble as you reach behind you and cut the rod. You shift your position and Pepper sprays your wound to close it around the remaining bits of the rod that was still in you so that the bleeding would stop until you could get it properly treated. Then you kneel for your father to show your respect for him in his death that you failed to show while he was alive. You think about how grateful you were for the last five years and how much you appreciated that he never gave up on you. You silently thank him just as the adrenaline leaves your body and it succumbs to the full extent of your injuries causing you to collapse and pass out.

Chapter 5

[bts-reveries]

expect the unexpected | 18

You sat on the toilet (with the lid closed) waiting for the results. 

Can this really be happening?

You just got back from the store and are now in your parent’s house. You told your parent’s that you were just going to get medicine, which you did, but you really went for one other thing. 

*Dit. Dit. Dit.*

The three minutes were up and you were nervous to check.

What if…

No it’s not likely.

Who are you kidding? You took a deep breath, grabbing the pregnancy test from the sink next to you. 

Two lines. 

“Oh boy..”

-

The following evening…

“I already finished all of my homework,” Minseok says, jumping onto Jin’s bed. 

“Me too!” Soojin says, following her brother. 

“Me too me too!” Haneul says, climbing up the bed.

“You don’t go to school,” Soojin tells him, pushing him off of the bed. 

“Soojin don’t push him,” Minseok says, hopping down to help Haneul up the bed. “That’s mean.”

Jin sighs as he walks out of the bathroom that you two have in your room, seeing all three kids hopping on the bed. 

“Hey, what are you three doing in here? I thought I already tucked you all in bed?” he says, wearing a bathrobe and rubbing a towel on his head as he just got out of the shower.

“We wanted to hangout with you,” Minseok says, sitting down and pulling Soojin with him. 

“You have school tomorrow morning and daddy’s tired,” Jin says, walking over to his closet to change into some pajamas. It was a long day. Again, the kids spent their time with Jin in his office after school. Haneul and his siblings had fun running around and Jin was having a hard time focusing. He was glad that he was able to do some work as Haneul was finally not crying and clinging onto him, but that was just replaced with three loud kids running around. 

“Can we stay with you here until we fall asleep then,” Soojin asks with her puppy eyes, looking up at her dad when he walks to his bed, now in his pajamas. Soojin knows her dad can’t say no to her puppy eyes. He sighs.

“Fine, only for tonight,” Jin says, climbing onto his bed. “Scoot over,” he says to Haneul, who crawls to the other side of the bed. 

“Your hair is still wet daddy, you need to dry it or you’ll get sick,” Minseok says, pointing to Jin’s head. You told them that every time you’d dry their hair after their nightly showers. You’d be glad to know that your words stick to them.

“It’s dry enough, I’ll be okay,” Jin says, laying his head onto his pillow, facing the kids. “Now come on, lay down so you can fall asleep and I can carry you to your bed when you do,” Jin says, smiling at them with that ‘please just cooperate I’m tired’ smile.

-

Meanwhile...

You laid in bed, just thinking.

*Flashback to the day you left for Jeju*

“Uhh..vitamins,” you say to yourself, grabbing the vitamins. “What else? Oh yeah!” You say, reaching out for your case of birth control pills. It was placed right next to Jin’s allergy medication. “Shoot, I ran out.” You shake your head, holding the empty case. “We’ll just get more later.” 

>>fast forward to that evening after all the unexpected turn of events>>

“A long night in bed sounds great after today’s ‘festivities’,” you tell Jin. Your first night away from the kids, it was a stressful day… 

“If that’s what you want,” Jin says with a small laugh, leaning in to give you a kiss. “I’m up for whatever you want to do.”

“I think it’s the only way we should be spending our first night away from the kids.”

You didn’t need to say the word for Jin to know exactly what you meant. 

-

You and Jin cleaned up after finishing all of your food. You two were cuddled up on the couch when you called Jin’s mom to facetime the kids to say your good nights and sweet dreams.

“Alright my babies, good night~” You tell the kids, waving at the camera. 

“Aww I wanna talk still,” Soojin pouts, grabbing the phone out of her brother’s hold.

“It’s mommy and I’s anniversary,” Jin tells her. “We still have to go celebrate.”

“But it’s time for bed!” Minseok says, peeking in from the side. “How are you going to celebrate?” You turn your head to look at Jin, wondering what he was going to say.

“Mommy and I are going to watch Netflix. We need to relax,” Jin says. “So bye, love you.” Jin waves and waits for the kids to say it back before hanging up.

“Love you,” Minseok says, nudging his sister to say it back. She sighs, clearly upset that you two are going to hang up soon.

“Love you too..”

Haneul was already knocked out according to grandma and grandpa. 

Jin and you send them a kiss before hanging up and Jin sighs, throwing his phone on the couch.

“Let’s go,” he says, pushing you off of him just so he can stand up and stretch. You were about to get up when he suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, walking to the bedroom.

And I shouldn’t have to tell you what happens after that.

*end of flashback*

“I guess this is a late ten year anniversary present for both me and Jin,” you say, rubbing your belly. You couldn’t believe it. Another one. You and Jin have always planned for a big family. Three to be exact. But maybe four is what’s meant to be for you two. 

It was definitely a surprise. Definitely unexpected. And definitely unplanned.

But were you happy? Excited even?

Heck yeah.

-

*ring ring*

“Hello?” You say, leaning over to turn your lamp on. Jin suddenly called you on Facetime. 

“Mommy!” Soojin says in a loud whisper. 

“Soojin? It’s so late, why are you calling me? Is everything okay? Where’s daddy?” You say, rubbing your eyes. You had just fallen asleep not too long ago.

“He’s here,” Soojin says, flipping the camera and showing you Jin’s sleeping face. His mouth was wide open and you could see drool on the side of his lip. He was only like that when he’s really tired. It must’ve been a long day for him.

“We wanted to hang out with him tonight,” Minseok says, popping his head into the camera in front of Jin’s face. “But daddy was too tired and said we can stay here until we fall asleep and he’ll take us to our room, but he fell asleep first.”

“Oh poor daddy, you three weren’t too much on him today, were you?” 

Soojin flips the camera back to herself. She shrugs.

“Well let daddy get his sleep. You three could stay there. Wait, where’s Haneul anyways?” You ask, only seeing your two oldest on the screen. Soojin moves the phone to the side to show Haneul sleeping on the edge of the bed.

“Oh my gosh, Minseok, move your brother to the middle. He moves a lot in his sleep, he’s going to fall,” you say quickly. Minseok gets up and carries his brother, putting him next to Jin.

“I’ll sleep on the edge mommy,” Minseok says. “So don’t worry.”

“Thank you baby. It’s already getting late and you two still have school tomorrow. Make sure you sleep soon okay?”

“We will,” Minseok says.

“But I’m not sleepy yet,” Soojin whispers to him. 

“Well if you lay down and close your eyes you’ll get sleepy,” her older brother says. You laugh upon hearing their conversation.

“Alright you two, go to sleep. Mommy’s sleepy too.”

“Wait mommy,” Soojin says.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Why didn’t you answer our call yesterday? We missed you,” Soojin says, pouting. 

“I was asleep sweetheart, I’m sorry. I had a… very surprising day yesterday. Mommy got some news that she had to process and she ended up falling asleep,” you tell her. 

“You and daddy like to nap a lot,” Soojin says, half smiling. You laugh at her comment.

“Well a lot of things happen that make us tired,” you tell them. “Speaking of being tired. Let’s sleep now okay? We can talk again tomorrow.”

“Okay, night night mommy! We love you~” Soojin whispers, pressing her nose to the screen. Minseok waves from the side, sending you a flying kiss.

“I love you too.”

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

expect the unexpected

♡ part eighteen: oh boy ♡ 

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

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[kaepop-trash]

Going for one of those touchless car wash drive thrus and betting with johnny who can make the other cum faster 🙈

I’m hitting that area again where I hate everything I write. But my new year’s resolution was to not be stagnated by my need for perfection. So I am posting this. I hope you like it.

-

"Between this ice cream and my coffee," She snorted, the melting ice cream making her gurgle. "I'm going to be so jittery by the time we get home." She lifted her head to stop any ice cream from coming out of her mouth while she spoke.

Johnny laughed, resisting the urge to turn to look at her while he took a turn at an intersection. "Why did you get both?" He questioned. There was a pause, and the slowly moving traffic gave him the opportunity to turn to look at her. Ice cream on one corner of the mouth, she stared out of the windshield with deep contemplation.

"You know." She turned to look at Johnny, "I'm not so sure." She confessed.

Johnny bit back a smile.

"I just." She clicked her tongue, "The sign outside the ice cream store said labour weekend cherry, blueberry ice cream and you know how much I love cherries." Johnny gave her a nod that made her grin.

"But then you also got the piping hot coffee from the store beside it that is now getting cold." He looked towards the untouched cup that sat beside his half finished one in the cup holder.

She stared at the cup for a second, grinding her teeth. Then she shook her head, "It's fine." She reassured with an affirmative nod, taking a spoonful of her ice cream. "I can indulge in both." She mumbled with the spoon in her mouth. “If the coffee gets a little cold, it is what it is.” She shrugged.

Johnny gave her a soft chuckle, warmth spreading in his chest from the content smile on her face.

When they stopped at another light, a touch of cold against his lips made Johnny push back with a jerk. He turned to find her sticking her ice cream spoon close to his lips.

"Have some." She offered. She stuck the spoon closer, the cold ice cream rubbing off on his lip. She bit back a smile.

He parted his lips and licked the little bit off his lip before wrapping them around the spoon. When her exhale came out sharper than either of them anticipated, he turned to lock his eyes with her, smirking against the spoon. She dragged the spoon out, his bottom lip tugging against it.

"It's nice." Johnny mumbled. “I’ll just get the car washed and we’ll go home okay?” Johnny asked when he remembered the task he had set for today.

She turned back to her cup and hummed, the sound voicing her distraction clearly. Johnny grinned to himself.

"Another spoon?" She questioned and Johnny hummed, not looking away from the road. 

"Last one though." He tilted his head towards her a little as she reached out with a spoonful of ice cream. "We have to go to that office barbecue tonight and I don't want to get too comfortable. Once this long weekend is over, it's back to the gym." He sighed, taking a bite of the ice cream and humming pleasantly.

She chuckled, "It's good right?" Johnny nodded, a grin forming on his lips. "Don't worry about exercising now.” She groaned, “I'm the only one who sees you naked anyway." She scoffed, "I hope." She added the jab.

Johnny grinned at the road, "There's also the physician who does my annual physical. Need to keep her impressed." He teased. They finally drove into the carwash after making their way through the holiday traffic.

"Why? Did your firm stop giving you healthcare?" She raised a brow. 

Johnny laughed with raw delight, his eyes turning into upturned commas. "You know I always aim to please." He turned to her and winked. 

She scoffed with disbelief, "Where was this attitude when Haechan stayed over a few weeks back and you literally wouldn't let him sleep." She clicked her tongue.

Johnny opened his mouth in shock, trying to hold back a smile. "You're the one who can't keep quiet!" He protested. “I pleased you just fine.” He reminded her, "The poor guy had to go live with Mark because of just how pleased you were. Something Mark wasn't happy about I assure you." He said the words like he was talking about the weather, with conversational ease.

She gasped loudly, "I am not loud! You knew exactly what you were doing, Johnny Suh.” Johnny laughed as if to confirm her accusations.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He shrugged, reaching for his cup.

“No?” She narrowed her eyes. “Am I not with a man who enjoys being a whore with the possibility of spectators?” 

Johnny choked on his coffee, making her laugh. She also reached out to rub his back, with a wince and a mumbled apology when he kept coughing. He gave her a look that was somewhere between humour and defeat.

“Are you okay?” She tried to swallow her giggles unsuccessfully. “You know I’m right.” She added with a softer voice.

Johnny took a deep breath after his coughs subsided, letting out a short laugh. “You’re going to kill me, (Y/N).” He smiled, resting his head against his seat. 

The car in front of theirs finally moved inside for its wash to begin.

“I can’t believe you called me a whore.” Johnny chuckled.

“I believe you’ve called me worse.” She reminded him.

Johnny shrugged, “That’s fair. And I guess I am your whore, so it’s not untrue.” He smirked.

She hummed, “Good boy.” The look he gave her made her curl her lips and her toes together.

She turned away from his sudden charged gaze, “This is going to take forever, Johnny. I want to go home and take a nap.” She whined.

“Your nap can wait.” He responded, his brows creasing when he realised something, “You woke up at noon, why do you want a nap?” He sat back in his seat and raised a brow at her.

“Do I?” She rubbed her cheeks against palm.

She shrugged, finally finishing her ice cream and reaching for her coffee. “Why not?” She made a face at the cup, the now room temperature coffee tasting borderline unpleasant. “Your office parties always go on too long and your boss always refuses to let you leave. I’m using this week to catch up on sleep so don’t question it.” She grumbled, a soft pout forming on her face. She stretched in her seat like the conversation reminded her that she was tired, yawning softly. The action illiciting affection in him.

Johnny gave her a tender stare, “We always leave any social gathering the moment your battery runs out.” He reminded her, reaching out to stroke her hair. “You even have a signal.” He smiled when she nuzzled into his touch.

Johnny hummed and nodded, “You tug on my sleeve and sit against me.” He laughed softly, remembering all the times it happened. “It’s very cute.”

She gave him a cheeky grin, “I am adorable, yes.” 

Johnny laughed. When their car finally moved towards the wash she let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m hungry.” She mumbled, reaching up to tug at his fingers and play with them mindlessly as she turned to frown at the slowly proceeding queue.

“You’re a lot of things today, it seems.” Johnny pestered.

She turned to him with another pout, “Don’t sass me.” She scolded him with a finger pointed at his chest. She let go of his hand, making him pout this time from disappointment. She sat up in her seat with new-found energy, “You know that fish we had last month? With lemon preserve I think?” Johnny nodded, remembering the anniversary dinner well, every part of it. “I’m craving it so bad!” She whined again. 

Johnny bit his lips as the spray of soap covered the car in spuds.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He whispered slowly, the low rumble of his voice making heat pool in her stomach— a conditioned response.

“What?” Her voice dropped in its volume too, turning to his indulgent smirk.

“Come here.” He spread his legs wider on the seat.

She groaned, the sound one of defeat. Sitting up, she gingerly moved across to do what he asked. “Whore.” She mumbled.

“Johnny.” She wanted her voice to sound like a warning, but the breathless hush that came out instead did everything but mediate the tension building in the car. 

It was truly hard to resist him.

Johnny hummed, “The one who cums first buys lunch alright? If you win we can get the fish. If I win, I'm craving a good burger.” She nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he ran his fingers through his hair. “We have to be fast though, princess.” A soft laugh left him as she nodded dutifully, reaching out to undo his pants. “They might ban me from getting my car washed here if we get caught and the other place ruined the car’s paint the one time I went there.” Johnny’s head fell back when she grabbed his shaft, a groan dissolving the last of his words.

“Stop talking about your car.” She huffed, “I thought you were in a hurry.” She tilted his head back with her other hand in his hair, reaching down to kiss his jaw.

“Take off your shorts.” He tugged on the band with a finger.

She smiled against his neck, “This is a competition, baby.” She cooed. “What makes you think I’m going to make this easier for you? Work with what you have, Johnny.”

“Such a wretched girl,” Johnny huffed. “Fine.” Johnny groaned, dragging his finger to the buttons of her shorts and flicking it open, “I’m perfectly capable of doing this with a hand.” It was a challenge, his eyes oozed it as he kept them focused on her eyes and put two fingers into his mouth. He licked them with precision, the other on her back pulled her closer. 

She bit down on her lip, clenching around nothing. “I would have done that for you.” She licked her lips. Johnny smiled, popping the fingers out of his mouth.

He was, without a shadow of a doubt, right about his single hand being very capable; but she wasn’t in the mood to lose. She gripped him tight and Johnny winced, bucking up from the seat. In retaliation, Johnny took the liberty of plunging two fingers deep inside her. Her legs twitched, a loud groan leaving her lips. She increased her pace immediately, the car filling with sounds that made her blush.

“Shit.” Johnny breathed out. “Look at how you’re clenching around me, (Y/N). Reminds me of the first time I fucked you with my fingers.” He hummed against her forehead. She mewled at the memory, clenching tighter around his fingers. “I was already whipped for you then.” He sighed when she rubbed circles on his tip.

“Fuck.” She breathed out, his words seemingly more effective than his masterful fingers. She did remember that time, almost too well. The memory of the humid car and the tropical heat making her hips buck. Johnny let out a victorious chuckle.

She bit down on his ear, making him twitch in her hand as she expected. “Come one, Johnny.” She urged with a delicate whisper, “Don’t hold back.” She winced when he curled his fingers inside her as punishment for her coaxing. She kept up her persistence anyway, “You’re the one who loves this don’t you? Knowing someone can catch us like this any moment.” She poked her tongue out, leaving a kitten lick on the shell of his ear. Johnny groaned in response, the sound vibrating in her chest and making her certain that she would either lose the bet or go insane trying to win.

“Yes.” Johnny confessed. She shivered at the ease he did it with.

“What is it about it?” She questioned. The car moved forward to get washed down— the last step of the process. The sudden jerk forward made her chest slam into his. His fingers pushed further in at the jerk, making her moan loudly.

She took a deep breath, “Do you want people to watch? Want them to see what you do to me?” She hummed, the words forced through her teeth.

Johnny put his head against the seat, a sigh leaving his lips. Moment’s later she felt his release coat her fingers, looking down with a victorious smile.

“If you cum now, I’ll let you fuck me tonight."

"Shit." Johnny groaned at her words.

"Surely make a party with finance people more fun, huh?” She giggled. She was pumping him so fast now that his own fingers faltered inside her, something she would have complained about if she wasn’t so focused on winning the bet this time.

“That was cheating.” He groaned, she looked back up at his devastatingly handsome face, laced in the aftermath of her work. He took shallow breaths, lips parted and one eye looking at her.

“That was negotiating.” She leaned forward to peck his lips, pulling back to take in the fucked out look on his face. He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, a soft mewl leaving her lips from the sudden emptiness.

“You don’t deserve to cum for being conniving.” He was still panting, pulling her closer to kiss her. She whined against his lips at the punishment, smacking his chest when she pushed back. “We’re also out of time.” He whispered against her lips. On cue the loud buzz sounded, signalling the end of the wash.

“Fine.” She sighed, pulling off his body and sitting back on the passenger’s seat. She turned to look at him, making sure his eyes were on her, then she licked her fingers clean of his release with lazy precision.

“Fuck.” The word stuttered out of his lips as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

“I told you I was hungry.” She hummed against her fingers.

“You’re making it real tough to think about lunch when you do that.” He mumbled.

“Good.” She gave him an innocent smile, “Let’s go, we’re done.” She pointed at the now visible street at the end of the wash. “I earned that fish.”

-

Send me an ask about a character from one of my fics in a scenario and I'll write a drabble.

Character from: Unintended Consequences

[fi0r3]

Inarizaki Boys’ Reaction To You Being Stressed Out/ Having A Bad Day

Characters: Miya Twins, Suna, & Kita

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): Time skip, aged up, gender neutral

Summary: You’re really stressed out and have a bad day so they try to cheer you up :)

A/N: I now added Suna and Osamu’s parts 

ATSUMU 

You had been sitting at your desk for hours trying to finish your college report that was due by midnight. You had barely anything written down and the deadline was approaching faster and faster. The stress was overwhelming and you were getting frustrated. This report was worth 50% of your grade and the page was blank with only your name written on it. You let the stress overtake you and tears started to stream down your face. “Hey, babe what do ya want for-- y/n? What’s wrong?” Atsumu called out to you.  “It’s this stupid assignment,” you say in between sniffles, “I have to write 10 pages and I have nothing down!” Atsumu slightly chuckles before saying, “Babe c’mon, yer like the smartest person I know, you can totally do this.” Before you can start protesting against him, he drags you out of your room and sits you down in front of the T.V. “Tsumuuu what are you doing, I have to work,” you whine while wiping away your tears.  “No, yer goin’ to take a break right now.” “Ya have been cooped up in yer room workin’ the whole day so now yer goin’ to watch a movie with me and give me attention,” he declared. He walks over with a bowl of popcorn and *favorite snack* knowing that they’re your favorite and cuddles up next to you. “Ya think about tryin’ to leave and I’ll attack you with tickles.” You chuckle at his childish comment and decide to just enjoy the movie with him and finish working later.

KITA

You had been rummaging through your entire apartment looking for the ring that Kita had given you for your anniversary this year. You were freaking out because it was something you cherished so much and it was something that grounded you. Ironically, it was now something that caused you even more stress. Today was just really not your day. You were convinced that you had wronged the universe in some way and now you were paying the consequences. If you weren’t late to class today, or if that person hadn’t spilled their coffee on you maybe you wouldn’t be so distressed. “UGHHH, where is the damn thing!” you screamed in frustration. Your boyfriend, who had entered the apartment just as you screamed, was in quite a shock at the image before him. “Honey what happened?” he questioned. You turn around, eyes brimming with tears, and you let out an exasperated sigh. “I lost it...I lost the ring you gave me…”  you fall to the ground and start crying. Kita walks over, kneeling down and grabs your hands so he can see your face. “Babyy,” he coos, “it’s okay, I’m not mad, it’s fine.” He pulls you into a warm embrace and strokes your head. “How about I help you clean up the apartment and then we can go out to your favorite restaurant and we have a little dinner date.” You look at him with your glossy eyes and nod before giving him a kiss.

SUNA

You wanted to make fruit jelly as a surprise for your boyfriend, Suna, who had been working so hard during volleyball practice. You noticed how tired he would be when he comes home so you wanted to cheer him up. Three hours have passed and all of your attempts ended up as failures. You couldn’t understand why this was so difficult for you to make. You were so close to ripping out your hair as you started the process all over again. You were so focused that you hadn’t noticed Suna was home. He could see that you were really frustrated, but didn’t want to bother you because you were concentrating so hard. When you turned around you finally noticed Suna’s presence. “Oh hey babe, when did you get home?” you ask. “I got here not too long ago,” he says, “everything okay in the kitchen?” You didn’t want to make him worried so you smile and give him a small nod. You were frantically moving around the kitchen that you accidentally knocked over the glass measuring cup causing it to shatter on the floor. “SHIT!” you scream in annoyance. Suna rushes over to you to see what happened. “Y/N are you okay?” he questions. You let out a sigh. “Yea no, it’s fine, everything is perfectly fine,” you say through gritted teeth. He stops your hands from picking up the broken glass and leads you to the couch before going back to clean it up himself. “So, wanna tell me what’s up?” You look up at him hesitantly before saying anything. “I noticed that you look really tired when you come home sometimes so I wanted to try and make some fruit jellies to cheer you up.”  His lips turn upward into a little smile. He sits next to you on the couch and cuddles you. You melt into his embrace and cuddle him back. “Being able to come home and see you makes me happy enough, you don’t need to push yourself to do anything.” You smile and kiss him on the forehead. “Love you Rin,” you say. “Love you more.”

OSAMU

You didn’t know why, but today you just weren’t feeling your best. You hated your appearance and didn’t want to leave your room. This was a normal occurrence for you to not like how you looked sometimes. You were insecure about how you looked, so when you felt really down you would refuse to leave your house. It was 7:30 and you received a text from Osamu saying that he was on his way to pick you up for your date. You didn’t want to tell him that you wanted to cancel because it had been a while since you too went out on a date. You also didn’t want to make him sad because he was so excited to see you. You hear a knock on your door signaling that your boyfriend had arrived. You get out of bed and walk over to the front door to open it up. “Babe, what’s wrong? Why aren’t ya dressed yet?” “I don’t know, I just...didn’t like how I looked today.” He walks inside and sets the bouquet of flowers on the table by the entrance. He brings your face up to his and you stare into his eyes before looking away. “Love, yer so beautiful that I can’t believe yer real sometimes. I love everything about ya. If ya don’t love the way ya are right now then I’ll just love ya a little more until you do.” He gives you a peck on your forehead and you both stand there in each other’s embrace.

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A Summer Secret Part 3 - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

This is Part 3 of my mini-series; please read Parts 1 and 2. Want to be tagged? Let me know!

Warnings: 18+, light smut, swearing,

"This is just a summer fling, nothing more"

"This doesn't mean a thing, and when all this is over, we must never speak of this again."

Despite your agreement with Fred, the two of you continued to give each other everything you had: holding hands, kissing, cuddling, having sex, showering together - everything.

You told yourself that casual sex and no strings attached was actually better for you, but in reality, deep down you knew you were wrong and you kept catching yourself playing house and thinking that you and Fred were in a healthy, loving relationship.

Fred sat on the large leather sofa holding a notebook and pen in his hands, he began to write what looked like a letter.

"Who are you writing to?" you mumbled, mouth full of cereal, jumping on the sofa and leaning into him.

Fred smirked at you, wiping the crumbs from the corner of your lips. "George, I'm asking him if you can come over to surprise the twins."

'Oh yeah, George doesn't know I'm here, I haven't texted Fabian or Gideon since I left home either.'

"Good idea," you yawned staring at the letters forming on the page "Why don't you use parchment and a quill? Since when did you old wizards use pens and lined paper?"

Fred's eyebrow cocked up, he stopped writing and looked at you "Old wizards?"

You rolled your eyes "I don't mean old as an insult, Fred. You know I think you're handsome, you'd make an attractive silver fox."

Fred rolled his eyes back at you, smirking, picking up the pen and continuing to write before summoning George's owl to send off the letter.

George thought the idea of you surprising his boys wonderful, especially as you would need to accompany the family to Molly's family dinner to celebrate her and Arthurs wedding anniversary. Unfortunately for you and Fred, George didn't quite understand the different time zones between him and Fred - which meant leaving your summer secret out in the open.

Sitting across from Fred at the dinner table, enjoying your final meal alone together in the house, your foot brushed up and down his leg, opening them for you to rest your feet against his sex through his trousers.

Fred pushed his chair back, his eyes undressing you, he swallowed hard and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Ready when you are," he said lowly.

The two of you got out of your seats and left the kitchen, your hand instantly knitting together with Fred's as he leads you to the guest bedroom.

Fred's lips attack yours, his hands already fumbling with the buttons on your cardigan, not in any time to take things slow or passionate - you had to admit, that did hurt a little the more you lingered on it - but you were thankful enough that you still got to sleep with him regardless of the meaning behind it.

This time, instead of letting Fred do all the work, you searched deep inside for your confidence and once finding it - you grabbed onto it and refused to let it go. Taking charge of Fred, you focused not only on pleasuring him but yourself.

Bucking your hips and moving them around in a circular motion made you feel incredible, you had Fred - his cock - right where you wanted and needed it, and this time you would actually be able to cum.

Fred's eye bounced around your body - he didn't know which part of you to focus on: your hips, your waist, your eyes that would either roll back or scrunch shut in pleasure, your lips pink, puffy, and wet from all kissing, or your breasts which bounced and you played with when you didn't need to hold onto him for balance.

You and your secret were left panting, drenched in sweat, and drained of energy, but you knew that any moment now would be your cue to get yourself together and clear off to your own room to sleep alone.

Sitting up, you bent down to pick up your clothes when Fred's hand reached out and gently held onto your wrist.

"Don't go," he said, his voice gruff and groggy "sleep here with me tonight, they'll be back by late morning."

Don't. Remind him that this is nothing more than sex. Don't get in too deep-

You dropped your cardigan and thong back onto the smooth burgundy carpet, ignoring your heads pleas and listening to your heart instead.

Climbing into bed with Fred, he pulled you into his warm, strong arms, making you feel safe and protected - something you have never felt before.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he said, falling asleep, pecking a small kiss on your head.

"Goodnight, Freddie," you replied, closing your eyes, engulfing in his warmth.

"It's okay if you want to date him." Fabian teased, copying Gideon's homework.

Your cheeks started to burn, you shook your head and focused on the questions staring up at you from the parchment "drop it, boys," you huffed "I don't fancy your bloody uncle!"

"Oh, don't fret  and lie about it, Y/N." Gideon smirked, "You'd only become our auntie."

By early morning, a very tired and travel sick Angelina apparated into the front room, carrying her heavy bags in one hand whilst George appeared next to her, taking the heavier bag from her strained hand.

"Get to bed and have a nap, love." He said quietly, kissing her on the cheek.

Angelina smiled "Sure thing" and stroked the spot where George kissed her and walked upstairs, yawning.

Gideon and Fabian apparated next to their father, both of them desperate to know what the surprise is already.

"Come on dad," Gideon huffed "Just tell us already! Is it a job offer?"

"Yeah, stop messing, it's cruel." Fabian butted in.

George smirked and sighed, giving in to his impatient sons "No it's not a job offer, but go upstairs and find out - but keep quiet, let your mother get some rest."

From the sounds of things, it was like Gideon and Fabian were still kids, always energetic, always happy, excitable, carefree.

George, Gideon, and Fabian mounted the stairs, searching room after room for you and Fred. George felt a strange feeling in his stomach, one he wanted to push away and deny when you and Fred weren't in your own designated rooms - until they had one last door to open.

George turned the doorknob and slowly pushed open the door, the sight of you and Fred naked, fast asleep, in each other's arms told him his sudden suspicions were true.

Your secret was no more.

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