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xhoneygirlxx · 1 year

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WANTED U

Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader

summary: when your date is ruined by your best friend, can you stay mad at him when he reveals a secret you've been dying to know?

warnings: fluff, slight angst, Eddie is deep in his feels, two idiots in love. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY! mentions of drinking, Eddie gets drunk. swearing. p in v, creampie (wrap it up kiddos), fingering, body worship and praise. Reader's race/ethnicity is not mentioned! she/her pronouns used. Both Eddie and Reader are in their twenties. Also not proofread, spelling errors and horrible writing!

*if I miss anything please let me know!

a/n: Hi honey bunnies! I just want to thank @ali-r3n for this really cute idea! I'm so sorry it took me forever to post and I'm sorry about the shitty writing! Smut is not my strong suit and I've been plagued with the horrible writers block, so I hope this is okay! I hope you like this and thank you for being so wonderful and patient <3

All you wanted to do was to go on one date. One singular date. For the first time since your high school prom, you were going out with someone who was interested in you. A tinder match that led to multiple conversations, that led to having drinks, to hopefully going back to his place for a well needed time in the sheets.

That was the plan for the night. Then your phone started to blow up with phone calls and texts, an apparent SOS that couldn’t wait. So you had to cancel, mid-date, telling your date that there was a family emergency. You knew walking out of there that Jordan wouldn’t text you back or ever take you up on the second date offer.

It wasn’t like you were heartbroken over it, however you were a little bummed. The whole reason you even got on the dating app was because you were trying to get over your best friend. Eddie Munson stole your heart at the age of fifteen and had yet to give it back. It was a sick cycle that you have been going through for nine years.

You were the lovesick best friend, who just couldn’t take the hint, following him around like a lost dog. Eddie had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t care. Canceling plans just because he wanted to see you, doing whatever he asked just because, and never dating with the hopes of him finally falling for you.

Those dreams were fruitless however, because Eddie didn’t see you as anything more than a friend. All the pining and unrequited love was killing you, a slow painful death that would put medieval torture devices to shame. It’s not like you could blame the brown haired boy, it’s not like you can pick who you fall for, but that didn’t stop you from wishing it would happen.

So therefore you took the giant leap and put yourself out there, trying to ease the ache of your heart. In the end you ended up in Eddie’s apartment, helping him in his drunken state, get to bed. The emergency that Jeff blew your phone up for, was this. A night out with the guys turned into Eddie getting belligerent and refusing to leave until you came and got him.

The whole car ride there you were disappointed in yourself, the whole reason for your dumb date was to stop yourself from running to the rescue every time he called. You were annoyed and heavily frustrated with the outcome of your night. It almost felt like the universe was against you, whatever god above watching you and laughing every single time you failed to move on.

As much as you wanted to hate the grown man sitting in front of you, you simply couldn’t. His whiskey colored eyes round and glossy, nose and cheeks rosy with the heat of alcohol coursing through him, and his hair messy from the cold night wind. He was so pretty and it was hard trying to stay mad at him, especially when he had a deep dimpled smile adorning his face.

“Alright Eds, I need you to change out of your clothes.” You say sweetly, the pile of his pajama’s hanging in your hands.

Following your instructions, he tries to lift his shirt over his head, only for it to get caught on his head. “Sweets, I need help.” He sounds like a helpless child trying to tie his shoes, and you have to stifle a laugh.

Placing the change of clothes next to him on the bed, you swiftly pull the stuck fabric off of him. When his head is released, he shakes his hair out of his face so he can see you. A childlike wonder flits in his eyes as he looks at you, admiring the way you’re being so gentle.

A small thank you is whispered, you hum in response as you pull the new shirt on him. His eyes close as you gently tug his arms through the hole, soaking up the amount of attention you give to him. It feels like you’re changing a newborn, so docile and content with the way you handle him.

“Can you take your pants off yourself or do you need me to help?” Your voice breaks his sleepy demeanor, droopy eyes looking up at you.

“You gonna buy me dinner first?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he playfully smirks at you.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You deadpan, yet your heart beat picks up at his innuendo.

Surprisingly, he’s able to take his bottoms off and replace them with the pair you picked out for him. Pulling the jewelry off his wrist and fingers, you place them hastily on his bedside table. His eyes follow your every move, like a curious kitty watching their owner. Pulling back the covers on his bed, you gently lay him down and prop his head up with pillows.

“So you have your bottle of water right here,” You show him by picking it up off the table where it’s sat, “And the bottle of Tylenol is right next to it. Now if at any moment you feel like you have to throw up, the garbage can is right next to you on the floor. Okay?”

Humming to you in understanding, he closes his eyes once more. When you think he’s about to pass out, you turn on your heel to grab clothes for yourself. Not getting far, his big hand wraps around your wrist gently, bringing your attention back to him. This time his expression isn’t as content or happy. No, his eyes are glassy with unshed tears and his bottom lip jets out in a pout.

“Please don’t leave.” It’s a whispered plea, innocent and childlike.

“I’m not leaving Eds, just grabbin’ some clothes to change into.” Even with your assuring smile, he’s still frowning at you.

“Please just, don’t leave.” Tugging your arm slightly, he brings you closer to the bed.

“Eddie, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” You’re now concerned with the state of your best friend and why he felt the need to beg you to stay.

“Promise? What about Jacob?”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” Although he closes his eyes again, you still press for answers.

“I don’t wanna lose you t’some douche. You needa be with me, sweets cause I love you s’much. Don’t wanna lose you to him.” It’s all a slurred mess, his words mumbling together as they fall out of his mouth.

“If you mean Jordan, no I’m not going to leave you for him” You giggle softly, “I left my date with him to come get you. Plus his stories about kayaking were starting to get boring.” You try to lighten the mood, but it only makes his lip wobble more.

“I shoulda made a move, I wanted to b-but I-I was scared. Gareth told me I lost my chance with you and he-he was right.” A few stray tears fall down his cheek and you lift a hand to wipe them away.

The same brown eyes you fell in love with, all those years ago, stare up at you. The heart that’s bleed for him for nine years is starting to heal, the words you so desperately wanted to hear are finally coming to light.

With your own tears glistening in your eyes, you look down at him like you always do. With the biggest heart in your eyes and brightest smile on your face. “You should stop listening to Gareth, Eds. I think you still have a shot, but we’ll talk about this later. When you’re not drunk.”

Bobbing his head the best he can, he squeezes your hand once before retracting it. With his eyes closed and steady breaths leave his parted lips, you get changed and turn off the lights. Maybe the universe wasn’t against you, maybe it was on your side the whole time and just had a funny way of showing it.

The bright sun pouring through the window, wakes you up. The sight before you is one you’ve seen before. The side profile of your best friend’s face, wild hair sprawled over the pillow that lays beneath him. You take this moment in to study his features, the slope of his nose, the way his eyelashes kiss the tops of his cheeks, and how kissable his lips look.

Not much later is he stirring, stretching his limbs out after his wild night out. Cracking one of his eyes open, he winces slightly before running his hands down his face. Blinking once or twice, he finally lets himself wake up, staring straight at the ceiling. You wonder if he remembers what he said or if you should bring it up. Instead you choose to play it cool, or at least try to.

“Good morning drunky! How’d you sleep?” Reaching a finger out, you poke his side.

“Drunky,” he snorts,” I actually slept well, thanks to my wonderful nurse.” He takes a peak over at you, a smug smile already pushing his cheeks up high.

You try to ignore the butterflies in your tummy when you hear his voice, thick and husky with sleep. The giddy feeling rushing through you is written all over your face, covered up by a bad attempt of biting back a smile.

“Well, I’m glad you don’t feel so shitty.” You say, stretching your body to distract yourself from his burning gaze.

“What time is it anyway?” His question comes out in a yawn, loud and exaggerated. Propping up on your elbow, you lean over him to get a look at your alarm clock.

“A little past ten.” Eddie huffs, muttering something about it being far too early. “I know it’s too early for you but that just means we can go to Jerry’s and get waffles to soak up whatever's left in your system.” You coo at him mockingly, fake pouting as you look at him.

“Ya know, I don’t enjoy your fake pity.” Eddie rolls his eyes at you, a frown pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Oh I’m sorry, Eds. Want some ketchup with those cries?” Eddie’s frown deepens like a bratty child, and you eat up every second of it. “Oh, I know! I’ll call a wambulance.” You throw your head back, laughing at your own joke.

With your attention off of him, he sees the perfect opportunity to laugh. At lightning speed, he grips your hands, flipping you over on your back. With the weight of his thighs bracketing you and his hand gripping your wrists together, you’re defenseless.

With a wild glint in his eyes, Eddie wastes no time in attacking you with a finger to your side. Relentlessly, Eddie tickles you to the point there are tears in your eyes from how hard you're laughing, and your pleas for him to stop are swallowed by the oxygen that’s being stolen from your lungs.

“It’s not so funny when it’s your turn, huh?” Smirking down at you, his attack doesn’t relent.

Thrashing around the best you can, you try everything to get him off but with the way his thighs squeeze your legs together makes it hard to do so.

“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry, Eddie! Please!” The last word comes out as the softest moan, so soft that you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention. However, Eddie was and his fingers stopped digging into your sides immediately.

The sound of your heavy breathing is the only thing to be heard. Eddie stares down at you, eyes unblinking and cheeks dusted pink. The usually brown eyes are now dark, the dark pupil over taking the iris. You stare right back at him, chest rising and falling dramatically and lips parted slightly letting the air from your lungs flow out easily.

It feels like the world has stopped, time frozen still for eternity. The mid-morning light painting the two of you in a portrait, cementing the moment forever. Two heart beats synching up together, beating against the bones of your rib cages.

“Fuck it.”

Eddie rushes in to smash his lips against yours. Years of waiting and wondering if this moment would ever happen, now finally laying to rest. The taste of him has been the missing part of your life this whole time and you wonder if he’s thinking the same thing.

It’s sweet and slow, his tongue slipping inside your mouth softly. Morning breath be damned, the two of you make out for what seems like hours on end. Parting from each other for much needed air, a small giggle leaves your mouth.

“What?” Eddie smiles, his face as dopey and gooey as you feel on the inside.

“I just wanted this for so long.” You admit, making his smile pull wider.

Leaning back down to you, he peppers kisses all over your face. The snickering that’s leaving your mouth is slowly turned into a whimper when his lips find their way to your neck. A gasp pulls from your chest the minute he finds that spot, eliciting him to suck on it. Hissing when it becomes too much, Eddie is quick to soothe the sting with his tongue.

Pulling his face away from the crevice of your neck, his eyes find yours as his hand glides to find the hem of your shirt. Tugging on it and raising an eyebrow in question, you nod overenthusiastically.

Ripping the oversized shirt over your face, he takes his time to memorize all the details of your skin. The heat of his stare becomes a bit too much, worry overtaking your brain causing you to bite down on your lip.

“I just want you to know that I’ve waited since freshman year to see these bad boys.” Attention still drawn on your bare chest.

“Well, do they live up to the hype?” You question, tone not as confident as you think.

Eddie’s head whips up to you, mouth agape and you swear you can see drool pooling from his lips. “Sweets, you have no idea.”

Diving in, he kisses the doughy flesh of your breasts, going back and forth between the two. Like a magnet to a fridge, his lips find the hardened bud and latches on. Switching between sucking and flicking his tongue, you squirm underneath him trying to find some sort of friction for the ache in between your legs.

“You have no idea how many times I jerked off to the thoughts of this.” Eddie mutters as he moves his attention to the opposite nipple.

Between his admission and the feeling of his warm mouth on your sensitive skin, you moan loudly. The feeling of more wetness pool in your panties alerts you, the overwhelming feeling of need buzzing through you. A small whine comes from you and it catches Eddie’s attention.

Pulling away from your breast and peering up at you, he cocks his head to the side. “What’s wrong, baby? Want some cheese for that whine?”

When his canine teeth shine through his devilish smirk, you whimper. You hate that he’s using your game from earlier against you, teasing you like he doesn’t know what you want.

“What is it, sweets? Tell me what you want.” Fake pity drips from his question and it only eggs you on more.

Eddie’s got you so worked up that you can’t even speak. Lifting your hips to show him what you need, you frown harder when he laughs at you.

“Oh, princess,” He coos, running his thumb along your lower lip, “Be the good girl I know you are, and ask. Can you do that f’me?” Nodding your head, he encourages you with an assuring smile.

“C-can you touch me, please?” Your voice sounds so small and you’d honestly cringe if it weren’t for the fact that you know you’re dripping out of the fabric of your panties onto his bed.

Sighing heavily, Eddie gives your bottom lip a small tug with his thumb, letting the bottom row of your teeth show before it bounces back up into place.

“I would tease you more but you asked so nicely.” Shuffling down your body, he loops his fingers through the sides and guides the thin material down your legs.

Pushing his way through your thighs, Eddie runs the tip of his middle finger up the slit of your sex. His finger grazes lightly over your bundle of nerves, causing you to jolt from the feeling.

“You’re really fucking wet.” Eddie says breathlessly as he parts your glistening lips apart with his fingertips.

Not waiting for your response, Eddie circles his finger around your entrance before plunging it in slowly. The stretch from his finger makes you arch slightly, a muffled moan falling from your mouth. Using the pad of his thumb, he swirls your clit in alternating circles and figure eights.

“More, Eds. Fuck, please!” You beg and who is Eddie to deny you. Pushing another finger inside, he curls them just right and starts going faster.

“Fuck you’re so greedy, baby. Isn’t that right, you’re s’greedy for me, huh?” With his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks a pretty burgundy shade, he looks just as fucked out as you.

Writhing underneath him, you babble nonsense as his fingers hit that spot you always struggle to. “Yes! M’so greedy - Shit!”

“You gonna let me taste you? Gonna let me eat this pretty cunt?” You don’t even get a chance to answer, your body already doing it for you by clenching around his fingers. “Oh she likes that, huh? You like imagining me in between these pretty thighs, baby?”

“Think ‘bout it all the time.” You moan, hips rocking against his hand as you try to chase your high.

“Yeah, sweets? Think about me when you play with this pretty pussy?”

That’s all it takes for you to come undone, gushing around his fingers with a muted scream. Your back arches off the bed, eyes rolled into the back of your head, as the feeling of your orgasm washes over you.

Eddie helps you ride through it, continuing his motions until your tense muscles relax into a jelly like state. When you come back down from your high, you whimper at the loss of his fingers. Moving your eyes to him, you watch as he sticks his middle and forefinger in his mouth, moaning when the taste of you hits his taste buds.

“Yeah, I’m definitely gonna have to eat you out.” Eddie grins at you and you roll your eyes playfully back at him.

“That sounds absolutely wonderful, but” You begin to say and his face drops with the fear of rejection, “I’m going to need you to fuck me in the next thirty seconds.” You smirk and his jaw drops.

After fifteen seconds of pure shock, Eddie shakes his head and tries to play it cool.

“Yeah totally, let me just-” His sentence is cut off when he begins to struggle out of his own clothes.

Once he’s stark naked and hovering over you, you laugh giddily up at him. Putting his forehead to you, he studies your eyes for any sort of regret or doubt.

“Eds, I promise you I want this.” You reassure him, making sure to prove the point with a loving kiss.

With his confidence boosted, Eddie snakes his hand down to guide himself into you. When the tip breaches your entrance, the both of you gasp at the feeling.

Pushing in slowly, he brings his lips back to yours, swallowing your moans. Once he's all the way in, Eddie gives you a minute to adjust before he starts moving.

Nodding your head to let him know you're good, he pulls almost all the way out before ramming back into you, knocking the wind from your lungs.

"Fuuck, sweets. S'fuckin' tight." His voice trembles as he pounds into you.

"You're so big, I can feel you s'deep." You slur, drunk on the way his cock stretches you, hitting that sweet spot with every drag of his hips.

Eddie resituates himself, pushing your knees up to your chest, before bringing his chest back down to yours. This way you can feel him even deeper, which you didn't even think was possible.

You're on fire, belly burning bright with fire. Eddie's everywhere, he's all you can see, hear, smell, touch, think, he's invaded every single one of your senses and you can't get enough.

His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closed with the pure bliss of being inside of you. It's so intimate yet so dirty and it's driving you insane.

Opening his eyes, he looks down at you like you've hung the stars that shine in the sky.

"I wanted this for so long, sweets. I wanted you, so Fuck-" He hangs his head, speeding up the movements of his hips. A roaring sob comes out of your mouth, the fire in you burning hotter with every drag of his thick cock.

"I'm so in love with you, sweets. Been yours since I was sixteen." Finally he confesses, letting the sacred secret out, only this time he's drunk off of you.

"I love you too! Fuck-I love you so fucking much."

"Tell me you're mine. Please, tell me." He begs and you comply, growing closer and closer to the edge.

"M'yours, been yours since I was fifteen." You confess and it feels like the weight of the world has lifted off of you.

With one last thrust, you come undone with a loud cry. Eddie doesn't let up his movements, now only focusing on his own release.

The way his hips stutter, you know that he won't last too much longer.

"I want you to cum in me, Eds. I wanna feel s'bad." You coax and that's all it takes for the metalhead to come with a stuttering grunt.

Lazily thrusting into you, he finally stops when he becomes overstimulated. The room is once again calm, the now afternoon sun blinds you as it seeps into the room. Heavy breathing and content hums fill the room, while the scent of sex lingers in the air.

Shyly removing himself from your chest, Eddie looks at you sheepishly. "Now what?"

If you didn't know Eddie you'd probably think he's being rude, but you know that he really is just overthinking everything that just happened. In his mind he thinks you're probably regretting everything, even though you told him you felt the same way.

Using your hand to pull some of the hair that sticks to his cheeks away, you smile affectionately at him.

"Well, I was thinking we could still go to Jerry's for breakfast," Eddie still looks at you like he's waiting for the ball to drop, "Then I thought you could keep your promise and eat your girlfriend out. That is, if you're not too full."

"Really?" He looks like a puppy who just heard its favorite word, excited with it's tail wagging back and forth.

Snickering up at him, you nod your head rapidly. Pulling out of you quickly, Eddie runs out of the room and you can hear the chaos of clattering from behind the door.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" More giggles fall from your lips as he races back in with a wet wash rag in his hand.

"Gotta clean you up before we go out to eat, baby. That way I can recreate our masterpiece later." He says wiggling his eyebrows.

Yeah this was the dork you fell in love with and who you were going to love for the rest of your life.

Thank you all for reading! I'm sorry it's not the best!

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candiehearts · 1 month

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“I’m gonna get you back.”

Paring: Ex BF Logan Howlett x F!Reader

Summary: The thing about love is that it’s blinding. You never realize how poisonous it is until it’s already stuck its fangs into you.

Logan Howlett was the embodiment of everything you’ve ever loved. And you were the air that the man breathed. But hurt people hurt people.

Everyone knew how much pain you two cause each other, but everyone also knew how much the two of you needed each other — even when you two couldn’t see your future. You would always come back to one another.

Warnings: Toxic Relationships, mentions of death.

Taglist: Just ask to be added.

A/N: Inspired by Taylor Swift — “Imgonnagetyouback”

I could hear the engine of the bike pulling into the school. It could be only one person, the man that stole Scott’s bike, and my heart.

I saw Rouge jump up out of her spot on the couch and run to the door, greeting the man that walked through like he owned the place.

Logan fucking Howlett.

I had told myself that I hated him, that I was over him — but the ache in my chest told me all I needed to know. I had still loved him.

I watched the man leave the X-Men basement, the Wolverine. It was remarkable that he was still alive according to Scott.

“Hey solider.” His attention snapped to me and away from the kids running down the stairs. He took a step to me, looking ready to snap my neck but I just held my hands up in surrender.

“Follow me. I’ll take you to the boss of this place.” I dropped my hands, and waited for him to give the okay. “Who are you.”

“I’m Y/N. You?” I already knew his name, but it was still nice to hear him say it. “Logan.”

I snapped out of my day dream, and hurried to get out of the common area before he decided to make his way over.

“Get to the jet, new mission.”

The professors voice drifted inside my brain, and I was so glad I would be gone while Logan was here.

Rushing down to the basement I hurried into my suit, and walked onto the jet only to be met with the same man I was wanting to avoid.

I kept my gaze to the ground and silently clicked my self in. Not looking his — knowing it would hurt to much.

Jean and Scott loaded onto the jet too, and while they gave us a brief run down on the mission I zoned out, reliving the past.

“I just don’t think he likes me like that. I mean I’ve dropped hints after hints.” I explained to Ororo and Jean. I was doing on of my many rants about Logan. I had come to grow affectionate of him and the despite them trying to encourage my delusions, it wasn’t working.

At some point I just have to accept the facts. Fact is despite how much I wish it I just don’t see Logan Howlett liking me — instead I was convinced he liked Jean. Though I kept that part to myself.

“Why don’t you tell Logan how you feel?” Storm asked and I couldn’t help the sarcasm rolling out of my mouth.

“And what would I say? Hey Logan, I really really like you. Like in a very much romantic way and I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, and I can’t even talk to you without my brain turning into a fucking kebab because I’m probably fucking insane. Let’s grab dinner sometime.”

I let out a sigh and felt a headache forming. Though that was washed away by the look of worry on Jean and Ororo faces. “Everything okay?”

“You what?” Pure dread washed over my body at the sound of the voice haunting my dreams. The deep rugged voice that always made me feel alive. I slowly looked over my shoulder to the wolverine.

And instead of being a big girl and dealing with my problems I bolted out of the kitchen and into the hall.

Hot on my heels Logan pulled my arm back and trapped me up against the hallway wall. “In a rush?” I had expected him to be upset, mad, or even regretful but instead all I saw on his face was amusement. “I must say I’m flattered.”

My breath hitched as he leaned his head down to the shell of my ear, whispering. “A pretty girl like you having feeling for me? Dream come true.” His breath fanned over my face — and I could feel my cheeks warming.

“So you’re not mad?” Hint of insecurity ran through my voice. “Quite the opposite. I like you too, pretty girl.”

A warmth spread through my chest — not just of relief but of a caring and calm feeling that felt so ever rushing.

“So wanna grab dinner sometime?”

A hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my day dream. Looking over the man who was the center of my thought stood there. He even had the audacity to smile at me. “We’re here.”

I unbuckled my seat, standing as fast as I could so I could get away from him. However that only made me dizzy and stumble — right into his arms.

“Easy there, pretty girl.” I started to push myself away but his grip on me tightened. And a look of seriousness washed over his face. “I missed you, you know?” I could have sworn uncertainty or more like insecurity wavers his voice. But I must’ve imagined it — after all Logan Howlett doesn’t do ‘this’.

I pushed away from his chest harder, “you walked away.” With that I brushed past him and made my way outside with the others.

“Looks like it’s really over this time.” Ororo voice washed through my head, and I looked over at her. “We weren’t ever right for each other.” Is all I told her — even if the words pained me to say it was the truth I’ve come to believe.

“Why are you with me when all you want is her?!” I asked, anger and hurt roughing my voice as tears fell down my cheeks.

“And why can’t you just drop it?!” I don’t know who started yelling first, but it’s been hours. Logan was calling out for Jean with such a loving voice in his sleep, it made me nauseous. He never held that much care for me in his voice — he never loved me like her.

“You’re not even denying it!” He wasn’t even trying to justify or explain it to me. He just expected me to roll over and forget about it like I was some dog.

He walked grabbed his jacket and walked to the door. “Where are you going?!” I asked him, it was late and I didn’t want him leaving the mansion. “Out, god I have to get away from you. I’m done with this. We’re done.”

We were in fact not done. He came back apologized the it happened all over again. Like a cycle on repeat. We’d have a nasty fight — break up, then it repeat. Until I finally had enough courage to end it completely, it really I guess Logan ended it, I just didn’t go after him.

“We should all split up. Find all the works, guards, and kids.” We were in a mutant trafficking ring. And even though this place appeared empty, we’d be sure to run into trouble at some point.

“Jean your with me, Ororo with Logan. Y/N you good on your own?” I gave Scott a confirming nod and we all went in different directions.

The halls were quiet too quiet. I could see, hear, or find another kid but as I walked further down I did hear ticking. It was faint but as i opened another door the ticking was louder and it was ten times faster.

Before I could scream all I heard was a loud bam as I focused my power on absorbing the energy of the bomb. Though just when I thought I had it under control a burning sensation filled my body inside out and I felt my self slam against a wall — blacking out.

Logan POV

We walked the only people we could find out side the base, meeting up with Scott and Jean. They found the kids and instead of a “mission accomplished” the two of them had a worried look on their face.

“Can any of y’all get in contact with Y/N.”

That was a sentence that changed my life. It was like a chain reaction. Cause right after that a big explosion came from the left side of the base.

Y/N.

I didn’t think nor wait before running right back I , right to the explosion, right to her.

Dammit I knew not to let her go off by herself. I know she didn’t want to talk to me, I know she was still mad at me — that’s why I let her go off. I should have trusted my instincts. I should have never left her, and not just this time.

The place was on fire, and I could see rubbles everywhere, but I couldn’t see her. I made my way over to the brunt of the explosion and I felt sick when I saw her laying there.

She was still so still, and I felt myself stubble to the ground. I brushed a strand of her hair out of her beautiful face — carful to be gentle.

“Y…Y/N?” I felt my breathing become irradiated as my voice broke. I could feel the tears began to form, but I swallowed whatever self pity I had, and picked her up.

“I got you, I got you honey. Come on — let’s go home, pretty girl.”

I walked over blacked rubble — and carried her out and onto the jet. Never letting go of her even when Jean was doing everything she can right stabilize her.

I wanted to tell her that I was home for good. That I’m better now — that I’m right for her. That I’m a good guy, the guy she deserves.

I made do many mistakes, and all I want to do is make them right. So I can be with her. I know our relationship isn’t something you can immediately fix, but I want to fix it. And fuck I might no longer be able too.

Your POV

I watched, my vision blurred with tears as Logan put the last of the things he needed in his bag.

“Logan.” I hugged his back as he zipped up his bag. My voice trembled, and I bit my lip for a moment before continuing. “Please don’t go. I need you — I love you.” It was silent between us, and we stayed like that for an extra moment before he removed my hands and made his way out our bedroom door.

I followed after him, dread all throughout my body and soul. “Please don’t walk away.” I begged.

He opened the entrance door, and he stood still for a moment.

“If you walk out that door don’t expect me to just be waiting for you. You walk away and I won’t be here withering away waiting for you to return. This is the time to choose — if you want me, us.”

He didn’t say anything, he just walked out.

Beeping filled my ears, before I slowly opened my eyes. My mouth felt dry — and I tried to sit, only causing a wave of pain throughout my body.

“Might want to take it slow, Y/N.” I heard the professor say causing me to look over to him. I went to lift my hand — to rub the tiredness away, but I felt someone holding it.

I looked to my side to find Logan sleeping with his head on my bed, while he held my hand tightly.

The door opened and the entire team walked into the room, a smile across their faces. “You’re awake.” Scott pointed out the ever so obvious, while Jean checked my vitals and Ororo hugged me lightly.

I heard a deep groan coming from Logan before he started to wake himself up.

It took him a moment to process I was actually awake before he jumped up out his chair and started to become a worried mother.

“Are you okay? You in pain?” At the reminder of the pain I shifted uncomfortably. “You snore.” Is all I told him before I tried to get up.

“Lay back down, Y/N.” Doing as told I listened to the professor talk. “That explosion was to wipe out the entire base. You absorbed quite a bit of energy from that bomb, and when it became to much you essentially started to pop like ballon. You’re quite lucky to be alive.”

“Thanks professor.”

Just then everyone besides Logan started to leave the room, leaving just me and him. And all the complicated emotions.

“You scared me.” He was the first one to speak, his voice was quiet, trying to lead the conversation a gentle as possible. However nothing about us is gentle.

“Good.” It’s all I said, but I wanted to scream at him — about how scared I was when he crushed my heart.

“I’m sorry, god I’m so sorry. Not just for leaving, but for all the fights, the yelling, all of it. I didn’t treat you like you deserved, and I hate myself for it.” He breathed his shakily before continuing. “I’m not the most gentle man, I’m a solider, and I wish I could’ve been better for you sooner.”

I closed my eyes, not wanting him to see how much he had affected me. “You say ‘sooner’ as if you’re the good guy now.”

“I can be, I just need another chance.” Pleads entered his tone as he grabbed my hand again. “I love you, and I’m sorry I’m so fucked up. I will be better — I am better now.”

I kept quiet not knowing what to say, and after a moment he spoke up again.

“I left so I could become a better man for you. Went on this whole journey, on why I am the way I am. On why I always need to fight, and can’t ever listen. You needed better, and baby I couldn’t give it to you the way I was. That’s why I left — and I didn’t tell you because I knew you would convince me you were happy as we were. But you weren’t.”

“I swear this to you. I’m gonna get you back, and when I do — I’ll be so fucking good. I’ll be the good guy.”

I looked over to him, and to my surprise his eyes were watering. And his lip trembled while he bit it.

“I can’t just give you another chance, when I have no idea if things between us will ever be good. I told you if you left me I wouldn’t wither away waiting for you, and then you walked out. I can’t just give you another chance.” Despite how much I want too.

He was quiet for a moment, as he kissed my forehead, and then kissed the back of my hand.

“I’ll prove to you that we’re meant for each other, I promise you Imma get you back.”

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After you were finally healed you were welcomed back into your room with flowers waiting at your door, with it just a card with a note saying.

“I love you.”

And maybe, just maybe you and Logan were finally right for each other at the right time.

He went on to prove that for the rest of your life, he truly did become better. Everyone could see it.

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Logan Howlett M.List, Navigation — other works!

A/N: I won’t lie — I had such a longer fic written about Logan’s and your journey on both of you becoming better, but it deleted. So this is the shortened version.

#logan howlett x you #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #wolverine x reader #the wolverine #wolverine #hugh jackman x you #hugh jackman x reader #hugh x reader #hugh jackman

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Met Gala 2024: Top 5 Men's Looks

So we've seen what some of the female attendee's bought to the Met Gala, and now it's on to the men of evening. As you all know I'm not into men's fashion at all but seeing as this is the Met Gala and men in the world of show business are starting to step up with their red carpet looks it's only fair I give you all my favourite looks of the night.

Like before my opinions are my own, they're not gospel so don't take what I say personally especially if you disagree. Remember fashion is art and art is subjective. 1. Gustav Magnar Witzøe wearing Versace Firstly I had no idea who this guy was until today and second I know his outfit wasn't everyone's taste. However I just love the fact that it wasn't a tuxedo or a suit in a vibrant colour. I love the fact that it's fun and eye-catching haute couture outfit designed for a man that leans into the roman and greek statues you'd find in stately gardens. 2. Sebastian Stan wearing Ami Paris If anyone was wondering who I was referring to last week when I slyly mentioned who I hoped was going to show up to the Met Gala. It was this handsome man and boy he did not disappoint because he didn't show up in a suit. I love the fact he went more casual but with the long coat and black embellished flowers that just added that final touch that to me made his look a standout. Sebastian Stan, I am free and single whenever you are... just kidding. 3. Barry Keoghan wearing Burberry This guy has been hot property in the acting world recently so it was no surprise to see him attend the Met Gala. The reason why he made my top 5 was because even though he was wearing a suit, it reminded me of the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. I just love the fact that it's vintage but not at the same time and the green velvet jacket looked amazing on him. 4. Bad Bunny wearing Maison Margiela This was another outfit that has grown on me the more I look at it. I don't know what it is that I love about it but I just do and I think Bad Bunny looks amazing in it. It stands out despite the fact that it's black with hints of red in it and somehow it fits the theme perfectly.

5. Wisdom Kaye wearing Robert Wun So there's one thing I've noticed about this year's Met Gala... men look good in long coats/capes and I'm here for that trend. Wisdom Kaye stood out simply because red suited him perfectly and I love that his overall outfit was elegant but also edgy thanks to the burn marks on his hat and along the bottom of the coat.

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Champagne Supernova

~Champagne Supernova by Oasis~

Author's note: this is inspired by the TV show My Mad Fat Diary because I was listening to this song and reminded me of the whole show. So this is loosely inspired by Rae and Finn. So this plus size reader :) Summary: Luke comforts Y/N after being nervous about being seen together.

Warnings: some triggering language regarding weight and personal image Word Count: 1,566 Luke Hughes x plus size fm!reader

She stared at her reflection contemplating if the New Jersey Devils sweater on her body was too tight. She tugged it at different places before she let out a groan. She moved towards her vanity, she sat down and pulled a headband on her head to pull her hair away from her face to get her makeup on.

Tomorrow is the stadium series for the New Jersey Devils and her long-term boyfriend Luke. They’ve been together ever since freshman year of high school. She tapped the small button beneath her vanity mirror to turn on the bright light to help her put her makeup on.

She had soft music playing in the background as she slowly began to add primer to her skin. Luke knocked on the bedroom door before peeking his head into their shared bedroom. He smiled as he saw the hints of the forty-three on the back.

“Devils stuff looks good on you,” he mumbled as he leaned down and ran his hands from her shoulder down her sides. He delicately pressed his lips to the top of her head. She smiled softly as she began dabbing her face with her beauty blender. “I’m excited to show you off to my teammates,” he muttered before he flopped down on the beanbag sitting beside the vanity.

He tilted his head back against the wall as he admired her features.

She has always been plus sized, well before they were in a relationship together. Luke has always found her the most beautiful girl in the world. They had three classes together their freshman year and Luke spent the majority of the first semester trying to convince her to go on a date with him.

In all honesty from the first time he asked her out, she was convinced he was doing it as a joke. It was hard to believe a handsome tall, athletic man like Luke would want someone like her. She never found herself pretty because of her weight. How could someone like him ever want someone like her?

But he did, and he spent months trying to prove to her how genuine he was. It took four months for her to finally say yes. He had spent every moment he could making sure she was happy and she was loved.

He’s been in love with her since the moment he saw her and six years later nothing has changed. At least he thought nothing had changed.

After being drafted for the NHL and officially playing for the team this season; Y/N has felt something shift in her confidence. She’s never wavered in her confidence level throughout their relationship. The occasional thought that he was staying with her out of convenience would come into her mind. But Luke would look at her with the same look he did the first time he said ‘I love you’ and the thought would disappear.

The more she started going to his games, she noticed the size of the other girlfriends of the players. How much more petite and bleached blonde they looked. It was hard to go up and say she was also dating one of the players. So, she never did. She would stay in the stands and watch instead of the WAGs suite.

“You’re staring,” she mutters as she begins to powder her features.

“I don’t see you enough anymore, I miss looking at ya,” he mutters as he delicately tapped his knee against her side. She smiled softly as she continued her makeup routine.

She felt her heart race as she continued to do her makeup. “I miss looking at you too,” she mumbled. He stood up slowly. He towered over her as he leaned down, she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. He took a hold of her chin, smiling softly as he leaned down and delicately kissed her.

He pulled away, only for a moment before he kissed her again. “Lukey,” she mumbled against his lips. He took a deep breath before pulling away only a few inches.

“I know,” he mumbled, “You have to get ready,” he let out before he planted another kiss on her lips before he slowly began to walk away. “I’m going to take a quick shower, my love,” he smiled towards her as he left the bedroom.

It took another thirty minutes before she was done with her makeup, she was unsatisfied with how it looked. Nothing seemed to make her look how she wanted to. Her makeup wasn’t sitting right and her hair was not looking how she wanted it to. She stood in front of the mirror as she ran her hand over her sides. The curves weren’t in the right spot, nothing seemed to make her look good or feel confident.

He knocked on the door again before he entered the room wearing the red and black Devils beanie and the bright red zip up. She forced a smile on her lips as she met his eye through the mirror. “You look beautiful,” he said as he shut the door behind him as he walked towards her. She clenched her jaw as she pursed her lips forward. He squinted his eyes, “What’s on your mind?” he asked as he delicately placed his hands on her hips. She pulled away from him, blinking rapidly.

“I don’t know if I should go,” she mumbled. His face fell as he watched her walk towards the bed.

“Why not?” he asked barely above a whisper. She pulled her lips together as she kept her gaze on the small blanket in front of her.

“Luke, there’s going to be cameras,” she let out, her voice breaking.

“So?” he pleated, “I want them to meet you! I’m always bragging about my super amazing girlfriend and they keep wanting to meet you!” he expressed, delicately reaching his hand to take a hold of her arm. She pulled her arm away from his grasp.

“And what are they going to think when they look at me?” she countered, turning her gaze to meet his eye. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

“Why do you care about what they think?” he asked, gesturing behind him. Her lips began to quiver as she tilted her head back.

“Because do you know how much better you could do than me?” she offered, her lips quivering. He shook his head while pursing his lips forward. “You’re a professional athlete, you could easily get some celebrity who’s skinny and pretty-”

“Where’s all of this coming from?” Luke asked, shaking his head. She paused as her mind was racing. “Y/N, since when did you think about stuff like that?”

“I’ve always thought about stuff like that! Every time we take a picture I think about how people will look at it and think, “What’s he doing with that ugly fat ass, he could do so much better.” Fan girls are ruthless, Luke! I don’t want them to look at me and think-”

“I don’t care about what they think!” he shouted back. She rolled her eyes while letting out a huff of air.

“I do!” she yelled back.

“The only two opinions that should matter are mine and yours!” He took a step towards her, looking deeply into her teary eyes. “I look at you and all I see is the most beautiful girl in the world!”

“You know that’s not true,” she let out while shaking her head.

“That’s my opinion! I get to decide who I think is beautiful. I get to decide who I want to love! You have no idea how I see you. You are beautiful and sexy and smart and you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/N. That’s the opinion that should matter, not what some fourteen year old girl says in a Tiktok comment,” he explained while scanning her features.

She smiled softly as he spoke. “I love you,” she let out quietly as her voice broke. He smiled softly as he engulfed her in a hug, she blinked harshly as she leaned her head against his chest.

They hugged for a few more seconds before she pulled away, he waited until she was ready to separate. She looked into his eyes before she wiped the small tears that fell on her cheek. Her gaze looked towards the beanie that was too big for his head and a chuckle fell from her lips.

“What?” he asked, chuckling.

“You look like the Cat in the Hat with that,” she let out as she pointed towards the hat. He rolled his eyes playfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist as he rocked her back and forth.

“The what? The what?” he asked teasingly as he swayed them back and forth. A laugh fell from their lips as he slowly pulled away from her. “You ready?” he muttered.

“Let me fix this,” she motioned towards the small smears of mascara beneath her eyes. His mouth fell open shortly before it clammered shut. “I’ll be ready in five minutes,” she mumbled before pressing her lips against his cheek.

“Okay, Darling,” he muttered with a wide smile before he plopped down on the beanbag chair. She stared towards him suspiciously. “I like watching you do your makeup,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes as she smiled towards him before she sat back down at her vanity.

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sugaimhome · 2 years

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country house setting - kth - part one

pairing: 19th century taehyung x reader

minors do not interact!!!

warnings (this part): age gap (10 years, readers 18, he’s 28), masturbation (v brief), loads of smut in the next chapter hold ye horses, yandere (? he’s very obsessed with her and her innocence lol), hints towards previous abuse, distant father figure, the messed up society of 19th century britain, biscuits.

part summary: taehyung wasn't looking forward to the isolation of his fathers manor, when you knock his door, that isolation is shattered, he has a new obsession. When taehyung visits your father to introduce himself as his a new neighbor, he makes you an offer you just can not decline.

words: 4.4k

series summary: your isolated manor house has nothing interesting going on. but when the abandoned manor near to yours has a new occupant, things change. taehyung is obsessed with you from the day you first knock his door. he’d do anything for you, even if it meant going against your father’s wishes, even if it meant you losing something very important to your future marriage on the way, something that would force your fathers hand.

part one part two part three masterlist

explanation of the title: a literacy genre where fictional characters are often isolated and alone living in a country house.

A/N: i’ve been so excited to post this, then suddenly, min yoongi decides to post a picture with the same vibes... least to say I changed some names around to better suit next chapters 😫😫 he will be appearing more than once in this story. this hasn’t been proof read by anyone but me so sorry about that 😶‍🌫️ i love reader so much i just want to protect her 🥺 also the writing on the banner is jane austens writing, what a queen. I did try and copy the speaking of the time a little but I think I failed 😀

“A ball?” you ask, hope filling every inch of your heart, you’d never been to a ball, you were dying to go “Oh, father, we must go” It had been over two months since you’d properly left the house, and that had only been to the local market. You could only paint the garden so many times before going mad.

“We won’t be going to Min Yoongi’s ball” he replies, not looking up from the letter he’s holding. He sounds so resigned you wonder if he even heard you.

“But father-” you begin, hoping to say your piece to him.

“No Y/N” his answer is blunt, you know it was final; there's no point arguing with him when he’s in one of these moods, it will only end with you getting hurt.

“Okay”. This had been the third ball invitation this week and the third rejection from your father. You sigh. How were you ever to find a husband if you didn’t socialise? All the rich men would have found young brides now, and you, at the age of 18 would be seen as too old. The two of you stand in awkward silence for a while as he flips through his letters.

“Someone is making residence in the manor beyond the brook.” he tells you, licking his finger to separate two pieces of paper from each other.

“Really?” you ask. “I hope it’s a family, I would love a friend so close!”

“It’s a single man, according to the Park family, they are acquaintances with him in London.”

“London!?” you exclaim, you had been disappointed by the lack of friends the move in would bring but a new excitement had begun with the aspect of the man being from London. You had so many questions about the place. It was another world to you. “When does he move in?”

“You must not bombard him with your incessant questions.” he complains, wiggling a finger at you without looking up at you.

“I only wish to make him a cake, or maybe some biscuits” you admit, trying to lace honesty into your voice.

Your father sighs, putting down his papers and turning to you. “The 10th”

“But father, that is today!” you think he’s playing with you. “Don’t be mean”

“Read the letter if you do not believe your own father.”

The letter did in fact say the 10th. You’re almost jumping on your feet, but that would be impolite so instead you pull the letter, signed by the park jimin your father had always spoken about to your chest. “What great news” you say, trying to hide the excitement in your voice. “If you don’t mind, father, I will begin to make biscuits for him now”

“Do as you please” he replies, not really listening, still flicking through the pages in front of him. Curtsying you leave the room, the letter balled up in your fist. You make a bee-line for the kitchen, you’d get Annie to put the oven on straight away.

***

Taehyung had been hesitant to move back to the country. When his father had died 4 years ago he’d left his childhood home in his inheritance. Taehyung had decided that after so long it was time to return home after nearly 10 years in London. Home was a loose term. The manor had been miss kept, the garden overgrown, the surfaces dusty. Upon his early morning entrance to the house he had been ushered in by an elderly maid, Victoria was her name, he only vaguely remembered her. Apparently, he'd been paying her a monthly wage to maintain the place since his father had died. She hadn't been doing a too-great job. Though he was grateful that the house wasn't entirely empty when he arrived. Victoria had made him tea, lit his fire and explained to him that she was happy someone was living in the house again. She left, explaining she lived in the town across and had a family now. He granted her a smile as she went.

With the door locked shut and Victoria gone the only sound the house offered was the low snapping and crackling of the flames. It was so different to London, there was always something going on, someone coming to visit him, a servant cleaning or, even in the silent moments, the sound of the street at the end of his carriage-way. He missed it already.

Yet the quiet of the house offered an odd privacy and an odd tranquility that he had missed. It dawned on him that he could do anything here and the only witness would be the flames of this fire and the wildflowers that had overtaken the garden. It gave him a sense of freedom.

Leaning back in his chair, cup of tea in one hand the other lying across his thigh. He relaxed in the blissful, slightly creepy, silence until the door knocked. He sighs. Maybe he wasn't as isolated as he thought. Nearly forgetting that no one is here to open the door for him as he had been so used to in London he quickly shoots from his chair. For a moment he struggled to open the front door, Victoria had locked him in it seemed.

"Give me a moment!" he shouts, hoping his visitor hasn't already left.

He finds a key hanging from one of the plant pots. What an odd place. The door unlocks with relative ease and as he pulls it open he peeks his head around the door.

A teenager. He has opened the door to an unaccompanied female teenager who seems to have a box of biscuits. "Good Evening" she curtsies, the too small corset she's wearing almost over spilling her breasts. He gulps. "I live in the manor across the brook" she explains to him, he can hear the unease in her voice. The naivety and innocence. "I brought you biscuits."

She extends the box to him at arms length, squeezing her breasts together in the process. Was she doing this on purpose? "Thank you," he smiles, taking the box from her. "Would you like to come in?" When she nods he pulls the door open entirely, displaying the very dusty entryway. "Do excuse the disorder, as you can imagine it hasn't been well looked after"

"I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't said" she admits, purposely keeping her eyes away from the dust. He appreciates the small action. She scans the reception hall, obviously waiting for him to lead her through to a social area. "My name is Y/N" she tells him as he leads her into the living area. When he doesn’t immediately reply she asks, "Would it be impolite to ask yours?"

She's oddly quiet, he probably wouldn't have heard her voice if he were in the hustle of London "Taehyung" he replies. "My father used to own this manor. He died four years ago, would you have known him?"

"I would have been 14 then, with little consideration of what was going on around me" Y/N replies. "I am sorry for your loss"

She was 18. Many questions filled his head. "Is your father a respectable man?" He asks her. "Is that whom you live with?"

"Oh, yes, as respectable as yours once was I should imagine" she replies, he turns to look at her, a little blush covers her cheeks.

"Then you would have been in London for the season this year" he asks, wondering if he had ever crossed paths with her.

"I have never been to London," she replies. "Though, I have heard it is exquisite."

An Eighteen year-old who has never seen London. "Then you must have an arranged marriage with a local man. I hope that is going well for you"

There is a pause between his statement and her reply. "My father does not have time to threat over my marital arrangements"

He is shocked, he had not heard of such a scandalous thing in his life. He feels sorry for her. Puzzled, he leads her into the living room where she gently sits down on a sofa he desperately hopes is not dusty. When no little particles rise to meet the sun he assumes he is safe. "I assume you'd like one of these biscuits" he asks her, turning around to place them on the small, delicately decorated table. When he turned around she'd moved, as quietly as a mouse, to the fireplace. Her dress was so close to the flames. Y/N's attention does not seem to be upon the fire though but more towards the painting placed above him.

"This is not an appropriate place for such a lovely painting." she turns to him. Instinctively he walks up beside her, looking at the painting. "The heat will ruin the watercolour"

There's a pout on her lips, this was obviously something she was very passionate about. "This is Thomas Girtin" she comments, reaching out and ghosting the frame of the painting with her fingers, above her finger is the signature of this Thomas Girtin. "It is a rare and expensive piece."

Taehyung is no longer staring at the painting but rather at her. He was surprised at her confidence to come into a strangers house and advise them on both the placement of their paintings and the stupidly of it. He smirks. "I'll have it moved at soon as possible, Miss Y/N. I am sure it will look a lot nicer in your premises"

"No, sir" she exclaims, stepping back from the painting and turning to look at him. "That is not what my intentions were when telling you about this piece."

"Perhaps it will persuade you to bring me more of those biscuits," Taehyung replies. He thought of his moment on the chair earlier, when he had the small epiphany of the freedom this house would bring him, how he could get away with anything. He places a hand on the small of her back and leads her back towards the front door. Grabbing two biscuits on his way past and passing one to her. With the hand on her back, she seems to have silenced a bit. "It's nearly dark, I would like to walk you back across the brook."

"You do too much, Sir. I grew up here. I know quite well my way across the brook" Y/N defends. Taehyung is adamant as he places his boots on, and his overcoat.

"So did I. I insist" he replies. "I left only 10 years ago, at your age. I'm sure I will find my way back quite safely." She doesn't reply, just stands in front of him with her arms crossed. "If you'd had a season in London you'd know well this is what a true gentleman is supposed to do."

She blushes at the mention of a season in London. It only gives Taehyung an inflated feeling of power. It is clear that this young woman had no idea how to navigate herself around men, or perhaps other humans. She was as isolated as he was when he had lived in this place. He felt an unwelcome feeling of wanting to show her everything.

***

Taehyung had, clearly, known his way around the grounds of both his and your land. As he left you at the bottom of the steps to your mansion, offering you a little smile and a wave as you climbed the steps, he had mentioned something about the biscuits running out soon, his maid had family and once he had shared with them, he'd need more in at least two days' time. You reached the top, turning to see if he'd moved away, he had not. He bows and you curtsy before you slip into the warmth of your home.

As soon as you close the door you place your back against it, as if to block him out. That was not what you had imagined him to look like, you had expected a man in his early forties, perhaps a similar age to your father. You had not expected a young man, a man who's waistcoat fit snugly around his figure, a man who had beautiful fluffy hair. With eyes as dark as the chocolate you so rarely had. Your heart had been beating too fast the whole time you were there, that's what happened to all the women in the books you read when they loved someone, but surely that was over dramatic? Too soon? You wished you had someone to ask but it was just you and your father here now and you doubted he had the answer to this.

The real problem did not lie in your beating heart, nor in the new strange emotion you felt but rather in the fact that when he had asked you if you'd bring more biscuits, you'd said you could bring some the very next day. And after all of that, you hadn't asked him a single question about London. Sighing, you make sure your door is locked before heading up to your chamber. The rest of the house is dead quiet, you can’t bring yourself to care anyways. You didn’t particularly want to see your father. You'd get up early in the morning and make more biscuits.

***

When Taehyung woke up the next morning he realised two things.

that it would be rude of him to not go introduce himself to Y/N's father, they were neighbors now after all.

that he had some very interesting dreams last night and the majority of them involved Y/N. He had woken up with a very prominent erection. He would need to see her again and soon.

He sat up in bed, having disregarded the bedclothes last night. He was alone, it wasn't like there was a risk of being indecent, plus he'd needed to touch himself. Taehyung could see his reflection in the mirror opposite the bed. Whilst looking at himself he wonders if she'd be able to handle the size of him. He places his hand around his dick, dragging it up and down in a loose grip- pretending his hand is Y/N. He assumes she is a virgin - only tightening his grip with this thought. He tries to imagine how she'd sound, but that's something he won't be able to tell until the moment comes, he would make that moment happen, he'd do anything to insure it. What would he have to do, and to what extent, to make Y/N his? The movement of his hand along his dick is almost painful now. Balls tightening more and more with every thrust his hips make into his hand. He cums, shooting white liquid up his stomach. It runs through the valley of his abdominal muscles like a river between two mountains. He would never look at Y/N the same again. In less than an hour he would be introducing himself to her father with the traces of his cum on his stomach the thought of it oddly turned him on. Instead, he headed for the bathroom where he would wash it off. There were times for such things and they weren't for when he was introducing himself to an elder.

***

An hour after you'd baked the biscuits you were standing in your chamber, paintbrush between your teeth, painting a figure into one of your old landscape photos of the house across the brook. You hated to admit that the figure was Taehyung, but it only made sense, you hadn't stopped thinking of him.

You step back from the painting, wondering what it was that was missing exactly. There was Taehyung in his blue overcoat as he had been yesterday. It doesn’t seem enough. You can hardly tell it's him in the picture but if you had studied his figure, as you had plenty of times in the hour you had with him, you would know it was him.

There's a knocking at the door downstairs, it echoes around the whole mansion like the chiming of bells. Climbing over the pots and brushes you have thrown across your room, you hang your head from the open window. From this angle you can't see the front door but you can see the carriage drive. It's empty. Who would visit who didn't have a carriage?

Not caring much about your paint splattered dress you step from your room. Vaguely aware of the paint on your face, you choose to ignore it as you race down the stairs. At the door is your father, who is just opening it as you make it to the landing. However you're much more interested in what's behind the door. Your father obviously doesn't connect the dots as he sees the young man standing at the top of your steps. You, however, become much more worried about the current state of your appearance. "Good morning sir, I'm Kim Taehyung"

Your father stares at him blankly as Taehyung offers his hand to shake. "The new gentleman across the brook?" He asks. Nodding Taehyung smiles at your father, perfectly white teeth on show. From where you're standing he can't seem to see you. You debate running back upstairs before your father lets him in. But you're too late, your father's shaking his hand and pulling him through the door at the same time. There's no hiding now. "My God Y/N!" your father exclaims at seeing you. "I told you not to wear such disgraceful garments out of your room! you'll have to excuse her" he turns to Taehyung, "she's not very well socialised."

You blush, Taehyung must notice you backing away. "It's really not a worry sir, I am already acquaintances with your daughter, she brought me biscuits yesterday evening, I suppose under your instructions"

If your father was to take credit for your ideas, you would have cried, instead your father explodes "I did not advise such an act! I apologise for her rogue mannerisms." You knew he had not been listening to you yesterday. As the pair walk past the bottom of the stairs, therefore past you, Taehyung rolls his eyes and then winks at you.

"I very much enjoyed the biscuits" he announces, it's a response to your father, but he's looking at you as he says it. Tickling erupts on the inside of your stomach. You place a hand on it, having never felt this feeling before. Taehyung watches your hand as it lands on your abdomen. You don't understand why but he's smirking as he follows your father into the study. It dawns upon you that you do not have a great understanding of the outside world nor the feelings that Taehyung has brung with it. The two men disappear behind the study door, and you run over to place your ear to the key-hole.

“Does she paint?” he asks your father, why this isn’t a question he can just ask you is unbeknownst to you.

“I believe so” your father mumbles, the topic of his daughter seems to put him in a foul mood.

“You believe so?” Taehyung sounds upset, as if the response he had received wasn’t enough.

“There becomes a stage in a man's life when he stops caring about the women around him. He stops caring about silly things like paintings. You understand me don’t you.”

“I don’t believe I do, sir,” Taehyung replies. There's a harshness to his voice you had yet to have heard. You bring a hand up to cover the huff of surprise your mouth admits. If you were to talk back to your father like that you’d be slapped and denied food for a day. When your father doesn’t reply Taehyung continues. “I would like to view her paintings if you would permit it.”

“Of course,” Your father replies, annoyed. Then he asks Taehyung a question using so many business words you give up trying to listen to their conversation and focus more, or panic more, on the fact Taehyung was coming to view your paintings. There seems to be no other option than to sprint up the stairs and at least try to tidy it up a little.

You’re in the middle of stuffing an old awful painting under your bed when the door knocks. “Give me a moment father and I’ll be out!” you shout, trying to be oblivious after eavesdropping.

“It’s Taehyung,” he replies. “May I come in”

You pause before answering. You could probably tell him to go away and he would. “Oh! Come in!” You’re up from under your bed now. Currently the main painting on display was the one with him in, you figured that he wouldn’t have looked in a mirror long enough to tell that it was his figure anyway. It was still slightly embarrassing. The door knob twisted and he filled the doorway with his figure.

“This is your chamber and workroom?!” was the first thing he asked, you blush, embarrassed both with the fact he was in the only place you stood naked each night, and that he was judging your way of life.

“It’s not ideal.” you reply, deciding to go for the truth. “I tried painting in the parlor but father was not best pleased.”

He nods his head but doesn’t reply to you, beginning to walk around your room of paintings. Wildflowers. Your father at his desk. A deer in snow. The view of the fields beyond from your window. You're shaking. Stopping at the painting you were most dreading, he tilts his head.

“Are they...” he pauses and his lip curves to the side, “kissing?”

"Um" you begin. "Is it off?" no longer caring that it's him and more concerned with your painting. "Her neck is at the wrong angle isn't it!" you exclaim, you're next to him now contemplating the painting together, as you had done with the portrait over his fireplace. This had been one of your very first paintings of people, you’d read from a men's guide to kissing that you had brought from one of the second hand stores in the town. It was the best you could do, you’d never seen two people kiss before.

Taehyung moves on from that painting to the next, your most recent painting, the one with him in it. You daren’t look at him to see his reaction, instead you wipe a little paint off the bottom of the frame, hoping to distract him from, well, himself.

“I like this one” he smiles, “though I think it's missing something”

You’re too scared to reply to him so instead you just nod your head. It’s funny how he thought the same as you. “You capture the house really well, and the blue of my coat.”

Hands shaking you go to apologise to him. It wasn’t fair of you to paint him without his permission, but he’s moving back to the kissing scene again. Following behind him like a shadow you both end up staring at the painting. You’re aware of him looking at you from the corner of his eye. Your breath catches in your throat. Down the stairs you can hear your father moving about in his study. The rest of the house seems to be in an anxious science, holding its breath, as if it expects something to happen. Do you expect something to happen? He fully turns to you, his focus no longer on the painting, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. Your body freezes, though warmth spreads down your arm and into your body where his hand touches your dress. “Taehyung?” you're aware that your voice sounds so quiet in the greatness of the room.

He pushes your shoulder slightly so you’re facing him. The whole room blurs and it's only him that you can see. He's like an angel sent from God, his bright light blinds you. “I could show you, Y/N”

Show you what? There's so much in this world that you want to see, want to experience. “Show me what?” you ask him, your brain is too innocent, too behind to pick up on what Taehyung really means.

“How to kiss, then after that” he pauses, looking at his small figure in the picture behind you. “I could show you anything” lessening the grip he has on your shoulders. You feel no pressure in your answer, you could say no, he’s so close to you.

“I’d like that” you reply, your mouth staying slightly agape at the eagerness in your tone, you hadn’t realised you were so keen. Smiling, Taehyung brings his thumb up to his mouth, he runs it between his lips, as if to wet them with his spit, then he’s bringing it to your face. This wasn’t how you imagined a kiss to be and, instinctively, step back.

“Don’t worry Y/N, this isn’t a kiss, I am wiping paint off your cheek” his thumb makes contact with your skin and a blush rushes up to your cheeks. Why were you so responsive to his touch? “I won’t kiss you today”

Your lip sticks out in immediate disappointment, “I want you to think on it more” he admits. “You only get one first kiss.”

“How long do I have to think about it?” you ask, you were hit by the insufferable feeling of being so naïve, so behind where you should be in the experience of your life, that it was embarrassing. You’re sure a kiss will solve this. You’re sure Taehyung will solve this.

“Tomorrow” he has removed his thumb from your cheek now, but his other hand is caressing your face. He runs slow circles between your eye and your hair and, nature guiding you, you lean into his touch further. This, you realise, is what intimacy was. You had once read the definition in a dictionary

close familiarity or friendship.

When you had first read it, you had realised that you had never had any intimacy with anyone. It was as foreign to you as flying was to a dog, or walking was to a baby. Your eyes are wide in shock, your legs only just holding your weight up. Taehyung is smiling at you softly when he removes his hand. Your body is as attached to this area of your floor as a tree to soil. “I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow” he steps over a paint brush and pot, you want to stop him but your tongue has been stolen from you. He’s at your door now, pulling it shut behind him. He’s hidden behind the near closed door when he softly says “I’ll show you everything, Y/N”

Then he’s gone.

You hear the front door shut.

Without his biscuits.

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Man Down ~ B.A.

A/n: I haven’t watched the show in a long enough time that I forgot all the crisis events and I don’t want to go back and watch any of them soooo I just made it Savitar era centered. Hints of Savitar x reader like. Everywhere. Sorry about that lol

Request: “...Barry x male reader, reader gets hurt trying to protect Barry during a crisis event?” By anon

Word Count: 5200+

MASTERLIST

When Caitlyn sat down next to me, we both knew it was too late, but I admired her for trying anyway. Even before she spoke, I knew what she was going to say. I could tell in the way her lips curved into a frown and her wide eyes begged, but her words had no energy to them, that she knew it too. That she recognized the way I was acting. That she saw through my calm and comforting and reassurance. My hopelessness underneath, mourning so much more than Iris West’s death.

Mourning my own.

It had been months of fighting back Savitar. So long trying to save Iris’ life. To change the future. They’d made some progress here and there, but…. Ultimately not enough. It was obvious that Barry wouldn’t be able to stop it. Wouldn’t be able to save her. And Barry Allen couldn’t live without Iris West.

What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t do everything in my power to keep them together?

A different back and forth had been happening, other than the battle of wills between Barry and his time duplicate. A battle of love. For years, I’d longed for Barry to stop looking at his best friend and to pay attention to me. To level those adoring eyes and loving gazed onto me instead of her. He never did. Sometimes I thought he might, almost like he was considering it. Just like the days that Iris almost paid attention to Barry. Almost saw him as something other than a brother, as she had decided he was. Almost.

Almost only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades, as the song goes. So I’d decided that if it came down to it - me or her - Barry would chose her. He already had, and he would again. He would be mad at me for doing this. He would be so, so angry. But he’d get over it eventually. He’d move on and reconcile. They’d fall in love one day. There was a newspaper by line proving it. He would be happy with her. One day his almost would turn into an absolute. He might not forget his friend, who had once been, but he would be happier in the end if this was me instead of her.

So I would die instead.

“Please don’t do it.”

I smiled when Caitlyn finally spoke. It was a lie when I smiled, when I looked at her with confusion. “Do what?”

Her gaze bore into mine. “I don’t know.” There was already mourning in her tone. Oh Caitlyn… poor Caitlyn. How much had she lost? How many? My one regret - I could t spare my other friends from my loss. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but you’ve been acting different. And it’s worrying me.”

I looked away, face scrunched as I worked on the design Cisco had asked me to work on. He had a new suit idea for the future, and being more gifted with a needle than him, I was usually the one he went to. I hoped to finish it before it was too late. Now it was an easy thing to focus on. To play casual with. “You worry too much Caitlyn.” A boldfaced lie. We all knew she worried exactly as much as she should. All her friends were suicidally wreckless. “I have no plans.” Another lie. I looked up at her, smiling again. “I’m worried about Iris too, but I know Barry will pull through. He always does.” I winked, nudging her. Too many lied for what was probably our last person to person conversation. “I promise, okay?”

She didn’t respond to that. She looked at the suit I was making. Like it was proof. And it was, in a way. Hadn’t I not been working on it this whole time? Hadn’t I said it would take me a while? Hadn’t I told Cisco it would be a while, with the little details I had to work out and all the stress around us? Too much stress, too much to do, not enough time to handle it all.

The fact that I was making time for this - I might have yelled it was my final act at the top of my lungs. Not that I had to, for the people that could see the unspoken words in the way I said goodbye and the words I didn’t say and the things I did or didn’t do. Not for people like Caitlyn. She would have always ended up here, unable to stop me but desperate to try, knowing I would do anything to save Barry from the agony he was facing. Knowing that I loved him enough to destroy myself.

Her best of all, who had seen it in her fiancé’s face the day he had promised to see her again, knowing he was doomed to die. Of Caitlyn. Poor, brilliant, amazing, wonderful Caitlyn. If only I could spare you from reliving this again…

I looked away, back toward my sewing. She didn’t believe me, we both knew it. But there was nothing else to be said. So we didn’t speak again, sitting in the last silence we’d get together. Too few days now until Iris was supposed to die. Until I would take her place instead.

“You know, it’s weird.” I looked up when Savatar spoke to me, no longer startled at the way he simply appeared in my room. He had been doing this since the day he had been exposed for who he was. The first time it had been terrifying, but it had soon become clear as to why he did it anyway, and over time I had gotten used to it.

“What’s weird?” I asked calmly, returning to my sewing. “The fact that you keep breaking into your future partner’s bedroom before even meeting in your own proper timeline, or the fact that I’m seeing a suit you don’t recognize?”

Savitar fought a smile. He was doom and gloom unless he was around me. Apparently in the future we fell in love or whatever. I couldn’t imagine knowing what I know now, and still falling in love with him. Knowing what he would do. Who he would become. How he would destroy the man I love now. Apparently, the future was a wild place. Or… would have been. How it’ll never have happened. Not for me and not for hun.

Perhaps we were soulmates after all.

“I knew I shouldn’t have reacted to that suit you’re making. Spoilers.”

I snorted, unable to handle the hilarity in a time duplicate coming backward in time to kill someone just to ensure his own existence, using Barry’s memories to put himself on top the whole time. He was a walking spoiler. His backstory alone was the most raw look into what was supposed to happen yet.

“So not the suit then,” I decided on, looping back to his original comment. “What’s weird?” I looked up at him briefly before returning to my work. I couldn’t help the tender spot I had for him. He was a darker, sadder Barry. All the same memories and expressions and body language but with more pain than even my Barry had. It was in my very blood and bones to want to cheer him up. To want to make it better. That I did understand. I knew that a future me would have carried that softness and kindness toward him. He had mention that was how he had fallen in love with me - the one who treated him like a person, who recognized and cared for him.

Perhaps that was how I managed to fall in love with him as well. The way that he was Barry enough to count, but different enough that it wasn’t bitter. Wasn’t overwhelming. Different enough that he wasn’t obsessed with Iris. We probably would have been happy.

Savitar watched me, as if studying me. “I love watching your mind work. All the things you never say that simply click together in your mind.” He swallowed, and I knew he was thinking about how much he missed me. Future me, who loved him without guilt. I wonder if he visited the older me when he wasn’t actively spending time taunting Barry and making plans to kill Iris. I wonder if future me knew where he was, what he was doing.

I sighed. He was right, I really did have too many thoughts to speak them out loud so rarely. He really did know me like no one else did. It was jarring. “You didn’t answer my question. What’s weird?”

His smile finally won out. It edged on a smirk, but was a little too soft around the edges while he looked at me. He looked so much less intimidating like this. So much more like Barry. “To see it happen like this. To see the seeds planted of our future even before we existed in the same way. To know you so deeply, when you don’t know me at all, knowing that later you’ll know me as deeply and I will be the one who’s surprised by it.” He sat down at the table across from me, studying my face. “I always wondered what it was like to go into a relationship knowing someone, hearing stories, being aware of the steps even before they happen. When I opened my eyes the first time and you smiled at me. When I realized that you were different, and I found out that you knew me all this time ago. I wondered if you started falling in love with me before I was created. I wondered if my coming back in time was an influence for you, as you being so familiar and comfortable with me so quickly was an influence for me. I had this idea in my mind that we were this never ending cycle. That we ended up together simply because we already knew we would end up together.”

My smile grew dry. “Time travel is a weird one,” I agreed. “And I can imagine what you mean. But… no. I don’t know when my future self fell in love with you, but it wasn’t now. It isn’t now for me at least. Maybe now that the future has changed it’ll be different.” I shrugged, not looking up. Thinking about how I would die, driven by my love for Barry. About how I would never get the chance to fall in love with Savitar to begin with.

His eyes narrowed. He leaned forward, catching my wrist. I looked up at him - and I saw it in his eyes. I saw the understanding and the accusation. I saw the rage there, as I’d seen it in Caitlyn. The mourning turning quickly to denial. To refusal. He saw my resolve, my plan, even though he couldn’t understand what it was or how I had come up with it. Why I had.

“What are you planning?” He demanded.

I met his eyes evenly, deflating a bit. It was harder to lie to this man. Not just because of his face, or his voice. Not just because he was so like Barry that he had a hold on me from day one. Now he was his own man, esperare from Barry, and he still had a hold on me. A part of me perhaps already did care for him. Perhaps that was the part that would have loved him one day. If we’d had the chance.

“I don’t have a plan.” My voice was even and unrelenting. His eyes flared with anger for a moment, and it seemed that he might lash out. But I was special to him. He didn’t know Iris, and he specifically hated Barry. Everyone else was lost to him. Strangers who estranged themselves. Who shut him out first. But me? I was supposed to be the love of his life. He couldn’t be the monster he became so easily around the others. The violence he didn’t struggle to harness for them was impossible with me. We both knew it. He melted, slowly at first but then very suddenly all at once. He fell from his chair, moving around the table at super speed to kneel in front of me. He turned my chair so that he could move close to me. His hands rested on my wrists, and he held my gaze. There was a deep desperation there. Pleading. Very like the look that Caitlyn had given me. “I don’t have your memories. I don’t remember what you did, or do, or how you change through time. I… I can only beg. I will do anything for you, just please let it happen.”

My frown twisted into almost a snarl. Almost. I couldn’t quite bring true bitterness to use against him either, as he could not summon violence against me. We were trapped in our love for each other. In our softness, at the very least. “Why would I do anything you asked me to?”

He searched my eyes, and then sighed with relief when he found it. Found the part of me still fighting to survive. He recognized that I hadn’t completely given up. Completely committed myself to death. What sentient creature didn’t have survival reflexes that fought to extend those last moments? Who didn’t cling to life, even when death was inevitable?

He saw that part of me that fought and he sought to encourage it. “You find love after him. You’re so happy with me. We get married in the place from your dream board. Every dream you had comes true. You have a whole life, Y/n. You have eternity. It feels like eternity for us. It feels like forever. Where I’m from, it’s only been a few years, but I’ve been to the future. I’m a hero because of you. I take Barry’s place. That horrible world that he created for a while, when he leaves everyone behind - I fill it. You help me. We become the new team Flash. It’s… it’s different,” and it’s a plea when he says it. A desperate sell to get me to see the future he does. To want it. To believe in it. To fight for it. Or, more accurately, to not fight because of it. To give up and let it all happen. “But it’s ours. He never loves you. He never will. But I will. I see what he doesn’t. What he won’t. And we’re so much happier than they ever could have been. We’re worth it. We’re worth this.”

I can’t help myself. Even for Savatar, who I want to hate, who I’m going to destroy, I can’t bring myself not to want to reassure him. As I reassured Caitlyn last time, and have reassured Harry and Cisco and Barry and Iris and even Joe. I lean close, and I press a kiss to his forehead. His eyes flutter close and he leans into me, hands loosening their death grip as he melts into the affection. The first time I have showed it to him, as I am. A sign that I am capable of becoming the person who loves him. A beacon of hope I’m sure. I kiss him and I hold him when he leans into me and I close my eyes and, worst of all, I lie to him. “I won’t do it. I won’t do anything. I want that future with you. I want to be happy. I want to be loved. I want to be with you.” And it isn’t a complete lie. There are truths there that ring in my voice, making it warmer and filling it with light and hope and joy.

Half lies are so much easier to believe.

And he does believe them.

Savitar leans away from me, a hand rising to push hair behind my ear as he looks into my gaze and sees tears. “Can I kiss you?” He asked this question only once, always seeking out how much affection he’s allowed to show me. Until now, I couldn’t face something like that. The betrayal to Barry that it would be. We barely got to hugging until tonight.

But tonight… I’m going to die for Barry. I’m going to give him the ultimate sacrifice for his happiness. I can be a little selfish. Take a small betrayal for myself.

“Yes,” I whisper. Savitar doesn’t wait to be told again - he just kisses me. He has been waiting for this and I can tell. I’ve been waiting for it too, and that takes me by surprise. This weird in between, where kissing him is the daydream of kissing Barry that I have king craved, but also something completely new and separate and not about Barry at all. The part of me that will always love Barry meets the part of me that finds it easier and easier to love Savitar and I finally understand. They are the same part. I never moved on from Barry to love Savitar. It was new and also the same. Me getting everything I ever wanted and also something completely different. Me holding onto what I’ve been holding onto since day one, but also letting it go too. I didn’t move on from Barry - it was like dating his brother or his best friend. It was unfair to Savitar and even more unfair to me.

This darker me with these far more selfish desires…. It was sickening to think about. How could I have done this?

Now it was clearer than ever that I was going to go with the plan I’d picked. I was sure. I wouldn’t become the person Savitar knew me as. I wouldn’t let that version of me win. Not this time. Not ever.

The device wrapped around my wrist, disguised as a bracelet, had a wire attached that ran underneath my long sleeve, up my arm to the power source on my chest. The full body machine had been beautifully effective in making me not only look like Iris West, but being one hundred convincing in proving that I was her. I could smell her perfume, reach up and almost feel the curl on her hair. I would die as Iris West and no one would have time to recognize me, let alone stop me. They’d only have time to mourn me. And with Savatar’s defeat following so close after my own, I doubted they’d have the capacity to do anything other than celebrate.

Just as they always did. Take a moment and then let it go. Continue to be happy and successful, as the friends we’d lost along the way would want. And that was true, I did want them to be happy. I only wished I could have seen it.

Savatar had me in his grip, and I flinched as he gripped me a little too tightly. There was no softness now. No tenderness spared for the person he loved. I was Iris to him now. He wouldn’t realize he had killed the person most precious to him until it was too late.

I felt bad for him. It felt terrible that I was making him do this. That he was choosing to do it. That, perhaps, the forces of the universes drove him to be in such a position that we were all partially guilty. For treating him poorly. For having to kill Iris to survive. To choose between the woman he loved once, and the person he would come to love after. To chose between the man he had once been and the man he was made into after he wasn’t that man anymore. After he stopped being Barry and everyone turned on him.

My eyes closed when his fingers wrapped around my throat, my head tilting back as I felt the sun on my face for the last time.

Barry screamed.

Someone else screamed even louder.

My eyes flew open, recognizing Iris’s voice. She had her blazer opened, revealing the device on her chest. The one I had out there to turn her into me. To make her look like me so that she could hide until it was all over. So she could live.

What in the holy hell was she doing now?

Whatever it was, whatever play she had been trying to make at the last moment to save my life, it had been too late. Savatar flicked his wrist, gripping hard as he began to speed up, letting the speed force take him. He soon slammed to a halt as he processed that Iris was standing so far from him when she was supposed to be in his grip. That she was in two places at once.

Unfortunately for me, he had moved, and in shock he had loosened his grip. Barry didn’t have super strength, neither did Savatar. I ripped from him, going flying as my body rag dolled. I slammed into something solid. A tree? A wall? I couldn’t quite tell, my vision was blurry and spotted and for a second I couldn’t breathe. Everything spun and I was stunned - frozen in a moment of free fall and terror. Iris was supposed to have been zipped away, neck snapped and eyes dead to the world. Everything had gone wrong…

And then it went even worse.

The pain came all at once as my moment frozen in time ended. The agony of my burning body as I groaned while trying to scream. I realized immediately that my leg was broken and there was something wrong with my chest. Maybe a rib broken as well? Definitely a concussion. I blinked my eyes and saw blood around my face. Oh… I had hit something very hard indeed. Several broken things and a head wound. I was horribly injured, but perhaps not mortally.

Savitar was above me, tears streaming down his face. “Why?” He was asking, over and over again. Trying to understand. Failing to do so. I realized that in the process of my injury, the machine hiding who I was had broken. I was exposed as myself now, and all his softness was back. No betrayal. No anger. Just loss. Only mourning.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. And I realized that I had said it every single time he had asked me. A mantra of my own to match his.

He had lost the chance to kill Iris. In running to my side, the time had passed and as he looked down at me we both knew it. Love had won out in the end. But not our love. His love for me maybe, but my love for Barry. Barry’s love for Iris. A cycle of unrequited, unreturned devotion. An unending string of broken hearts.

As the pain took over and I went unconscious, I saw his skin begin to fade away, turning into waves of light and energy. He unwound and spun off into the breeze, and he cried for me and I cried for him and we watched the other fade away as our friends watched the two of us, unsure if or even how to help.

The last thing I saw was him, still asking why, me still answering in echoing apologies, and my friends still watching in horror.

I woke up in the infirmary bed that Barry had laid in, in a coma a few years ago now. I woke up to see him sitting in a chair next to me, as I’d sat in a chair next to him. I had been apart of the team building the particle accelerator. I had been a designer. An engineer. I put metal and fabric together with the same fingers, the same methods. Back then I hadn’t been here for the day it all went wrong. I’d moved onto another project, one I’d be kicked from when my name got dragged through the mud and my credibility was demolished. Caitlyn, Wells, and Cisco had welcomed me back with open arms, and though I couldn’t do much in studying Barry, I was a good comfort. Even with him unconscious I’d found myself falling for him in the stories that were told and the things people shared with him while unconscious to get him to respond. To get him to come back. I admired hun through their eyes, and felt their love until he one day was awake and had become my friend and I got to love him in a way that was all my own.

Now it was a bit startling to see him next to me, hand holding mine and completely unconscious. Just as he had found me the first day he had woken up. Dutiful and beside him like a guardian. A watcher, waiting for him to wake him as he waited for me now.

“Barry?” I went to pull my hand away and he stirred immediately, desperately holding onto me as he lifted his head, blinking bleary eyes heavy with sleep. He looked around the room, obviously not expecting the interruption to have come from me. How many times had the others had to drag him from this room? Oh god why did that make my heart do somersaults?

When he realized I was awake he light up. Still tired but far more alert, as it super charged by seeing me awake and seemingly better. I hurt but I could muster a smile and that seemed to be enough. He whispered my name, pressing his lips to my knuckles. “You’re awake,” he mumbled dreamily. Like it was the most important news he had ever gotten.

I couldn’t help it. I blushed. “Yes. I am.”

He chuckled and I watched him as he wiped sleep from his eyes. “Sorry,” he apologized. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’ve been doing that a lot, here, in this chair. Gotta be bad for my back.” He tilted his head in an attempt to pop his neck, but didn’t let go of my hand.

“Barry,” I began slowly, eyes narrowing as I tried to make sense of what was happening in front of me. “I’m lost.”

He smiled, as if I had done something rather adorable. These were one of those almost-maybe moments where I thought he might have loved me if things were different. It took me by surprise now, lasting longer than it usually did. His tender admiration didn’t fade or switch out or get embarrassed or distracted and flee. He turned his full attention toward me without hesitation. “I can imagine how… disorienting it would be. To almost die trying to save Iris for me, only to wake up and… it’s all different now.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Different how?”

He grew quiet for a moment, holding my hand and letting his thumb run back and forth across my skin. When he spoke, I found that I hadn’t been breathing the whole time. It was too much but I didn’t dare stop him. I didn’t dare stop him. “When I realized it had been you the whole time. That all this time, I had been watching you die. Not Iris. Or, maybe Iris, but that this time it was you. That somewhere maybe it changed. I saw something else too. I saw her guilt, and found out how long she’d known what you were doing. She didn’t even come that day - Harry did. Disguised as Iris to save you, willing to sacrifice his life for yours. Both of you so brave and amazing. And… I can’t imagine what it would be like to know you were going to die and then seeing an alternative. But, I understood you more than I did her after that. You get me in a way she never will. I sacrifice myself for people too. That’s what being a hero is about. And I am a hero to some people. I try to be a hero as much as I can be. I want to be a person who stands with pride. Not with guilt. And… it made me love you even more. It made me realize that I’ve had these feelings for you for a while.”

I blinked. “That’s impossible.”

Barry laughed, once, startled by my reaction. “You’d have thought. I was sick over Iris…” he shook his head. “But I realized, it was obsession more than love. I was fixated on her. I couldn’t have any other relationships, couldn’t even entertain them. I was trapped by this idea of destiny. The newspaper and Earth 2 and Eobard Thawne and Eddie dying. It was like we had this great destiny. Like I had to be with her. I was expected to be. It was all leading to this. And I realized that a part of it was that it felt useless to try anything else. My future had already been decided. And part of it was that it felt like a prize. For being a hero, and for being patient. For waiting for her. It felt like a reward.” He scowled. “And I realized that’s a super toxic mentality to have. Iris isn’t s prize, or a reward - she’s a person. And I kept treating her like she was only going to be happy if she was with me. That we were two halves of a whole. But she’s a whole person by herself, and she’s capable and worthy of happiness on her own.” He shrugged. “Between that and my love for you, surging in this moment… I just felt like an idiot. I’d spent so much time wasted on a relationship I’d already failed by feeling like I was owed something. I’m not, and it’s different with you. Freer. This happened naturally, and despite everything else. Against all odds. It was given to me, I worked for it. No destiny, no predetermination. Just you and me. No god or fate involved. And I like it better this way.”

My heart surged, and my eyes went wide. “Barry Allen, did you just say you’re in love with me?”

He laughed, this time for a while, and he kissed my hand again. “That was.. a lot, all at once.” He sighed, grabbing my hands between both of his. “I’m sorry, let’s start with something more simple. How are you feeling?”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Wonderful.”

He beamed back. “Perfect. Can I kiss you?”

It felt like a dream as I whispered, “Yes.” He kissed me and I thought about when I had kissed Savitar. We had both dodged relationships that were bad for us. He had been obsessed with Iris his entire life, eternally pining and blinded, treating her like so much less than a person. And I had done the same with Savitar. Iris had been an idea to him, as Savitar was a missed opportunity I had seized in a new and different way.

How much better that we lived in the timeline where s’more genuine love won out. That we chose each other and got to be our best selves, instead of pushing for relationships that we wanted no matter the cost. No matter protest or person. This… this was freer. More innocent. Kinder.

“I love you,” I whispered, and I felt no guilt. Only joy. I imagine that the other me must have felt a lot of guilt. But not this me. Not this time. Finally I was free of that.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, and I heard it in his voice too. The freedom. The joy. The love.

How wonderful was that?

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 10 months

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Next Door Neighbor

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: He Gets Me So High by beabadoobe I dig the beat to the music)

He waited patiently in front of the elevators in the lobby. He hoped that he pressed the button on time. It’s been three years and he still couldn’t get your schedule right.

“Hey neighbor.” Nanami turned around and softly smiled at the sight of you walking inside the building. “How’s work?”

“It was good,” he answered. “Light day. How about you?”

“Busy,” you answered. “We’re in the middle of this big project. I have to quickly finish this design by tomorrow morning. Ah, Kento-kun it’s so stressful.”

“You’ll do fantastic,” he said. “I’m planning to cook dinner. I’ll bring food over for you.” Your smile brightened.

“Thank you, Kento-kun!”

“I’ll make your favorite.” You blushed.

“Only if that’s okay with you.”

“I’ll be over in a couple of hours.”

It all started when he saw the pile of the boxes sitting in the corner of the lobby. He saw you grumbling to yourself as you picked up two boxes. He thought you were beautiful when you turned around with the boxes in hand. He couldn’t help but chuckle because you were struggling carrying the boxes to the elevator.

So, he went up to you and took them from your hands before you dropped it. You were surprised, thinking you were going to be excited that you were going to have help. But it surprised him that you rejected the offer, not wanting to take up his time. But he smiled at you, and he saw a hint of pink appearing on your cheeks. You gave in and he helped you for the next hour.

Nanami helped you unpack your things and helped you arrange your new place. You offered him dinner, and he accepted. And because you were new to the area, he ordered food and paid for it. You yelled at him and he didn’t mind. But as the few years passed, the two of you would help each other out and keep each other company.

He waited again at the lobby, waiting for you to return from work. It was his favorite part of the day. And he’s hoping that he could one day build up the courage to ask you out on a date. He could feel his heart skip a beat from the sound of your laughter. But once he heard the source from your laughter, his shoulders slumped.

“Thank you for walking me back,” you said. Nanami couldn’t help but turn around. You stood in front of a male who wore a business suit. He assumed a coworker. The man took a quick glance over at Nanami and frowned before he smiled at you.

“No problem,” he said. “Say, are you free this weekend? I would love to take you out for a date.” Nanami hit the up button for the elevator. He didn’t want to hear you accept the man’s date.

“I’m sorry,” you said, leaving him in shock. “You’re a nice guy but I honestly like someone.” The guy felt embarrassed. But he couldn’t be mad nor upset.

“I-It’s okay,” he replied. “Who is it? Someone at work?” You lightly laughed and shook your head.

“Just someone I’ve known for a while. I’ll see you next week,” you said. When you turned around, you smiled to see Nanami enter the elevator. “Hold up!” Nanami’s finger was already pressing the button to keep the door open.

“Good day at work?” he asked. You nodded.

“The project should be done soon,” you said. “I’m going to show you later, because I need and value your opinion.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

“Kento-kun, are you okay?” you asked. Nanami gave you a soft smile.

“I’m okay.” You frowned. You somehow feel like he was lying. “You don’t believe me.” You shook your head. “I promise, I’m okay.”

“Kento-kun, wanna come over for dinner?” Nanami smiled.

“You relax today,” he said. “Work on your project. I’ll make us dinner. I’ll knock on your door so you know it’s done.” You blushed and then nodded.

“Okay!”

Two hours passed. Nanami can feel his heart pound the moment he walked up to your door to knock it. He knocked it but he quickly walked back inside his place, hand against his heart. He cleared his throat when he heard the doorknob turn.

“I’m here!” you announced. Nanami watched you walk inside. By the time you walked closer to him, your eyes widened. “Kento-kun.”

He made sure everything was perfect. He hoped you like it. He watched you carefully walk around the dining table that he set up with dinner, flowers, chocolate, and candles. Nerves hit him hard since you haven’t said a word. The confidence he felt fell.

“L-Look, it’s okay if—“ He was surprised when you suddenly hugged him. His arms slowly enveloped you.

“I didn’t take you as a romantic, Kento-kun,” you said, words mumbled in his chest. Nanami chuckled. He slowly pulled away from the hug. He cupped your left face, softly stroking your left cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into his palm.

“I overheard you talk to the guy in the lobby,” he said. “I felt as if I should confess to you somehow before anyone else does. But if you don’t feel the same way, I will respect your boundaries and—“

“I have feelings for you, too,” you said. “Ever since you helped me move my things to my apartment that day.”

“Th-That long?!” You nodded.

“I mean, I had a feeling you liked me but also I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Then, let’s go on dates and see where we hit off,” Nanami said.

“I would like that, Kento-kun.”

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cxtori · 9 months

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Hi :3

Can u please do a jealous scenario with Kumatani? (^o^)

Thank u <3

I love your writing <3

Mitsuo Kumatani ✭ Not Jealous

wc: 1.5k

genre: fluff, jealousy, establish relationship

warnings: n/a, most definitely a little ooc Kuma here lmao

tori's note: I'm not gonna lie to you anon, I really struggled writing this. I just don't really see Kuma as the jealous type, so I didn't know what kind of situation to write lol. I hope he's not too OOC? I'm sorry babes, I did my best *cries* also, also SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG LOOOOL

Kumatani always considered himself a typically calm and collected man. Someone who didn’t let things get under his skin easily. It wasn’t often that his emotions got the better of him, but when they did, it was usually because something (or someone) had pushed his buttons until they shattered.

The emotion he usually felt in such instances was annoyance, sometimes frustration and anger. But what he was feeling right now was a new one, and it was intense.

“Wow, these trees look great, Y/n!” Eddy exclaims. Kumatani watches as the assistant director stands beside you, patting you on the shoulder. Kumatani feels his heart wrench when you nervously laugh out a ‘thank you’.

The bear suit he was so “blessed” to wear everyday didn’t have many perks. It was hot and stuffy, oftentimes itchy. It was hard to move in and it impaired his spatial awareness which, for him, was frustrating.

But, a pro to the suit was it allowed his eyes and face to do whatever they pleased as it wouldn’t be seen by anyone else. He could roll his eyes and give annoyed expressions all he wanted without consequence.

So, for moments like this, when he’s glaring holes into the back of Eddy’s head, he was thankful for it.

“They’re really not a big deal,” you say, brushing off the man’s compliment. You pick up a fake maple leaf and reattach it to a plastic tree branch, hoping it’ll stay in place this time. “They only took a couple hours, and they’re already falling apart.”

“Come on, give yourself some credit!” Eddy says, shoving his rejected compliment back in your face. “I couldn’t do anything like this, which is exactly why we hired you.”

“Haha, right,” you say with a forced laugh. “Well I should get these onto the set before Derekida shouts at me,” you say as you carefully pick up one of your mini maple trees, your hands squeezing the rough, faux bark. But, before you can walk away, Eddy begins to speak again.

“Oh, hey, I was uhh… Well, ummm… ” Eddy stutters and you feel your stomach drop. Oh no. You know that look as well as that nervous quiver in his voice. Before he even continues you already know where this is going. “I was planning on trying out that new restaurant tonight, would you wanna go? O-only if you’re not busy, that is...”

Just as you feared. You and Kumatani have only been dating for a few months, and you both preferred to keep your relationship quiet, so you can’t blame Eddy for not knowing. But seriously? Here? Now? In front of your boyfriend? You admired his courage but hated his timing.

“Oh, Eddy that’s nice but,” you start, trying to find a way to let him down kindly. You turn your head just enough to see Kumatani out of the corner of your eye. You turn back to Eddy, ready to break the news, and possibly his heart. “Umm, thing is-”

“We’re busy tonight,” Kumatani interjects, popping up beside you.

“Aww, really?” Eddy says, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Yes, really,” Kumatani says sternly, laying an arm gently over your shoulders, silently saying all that was needed. “Now, leave her alone.” You glance over at your boyfriend, even though you can’t see his face.

Not many people can tell when Kumatani is getting ticked unless he purposefully shows it. You however, can tell by the slightest change in his tone. And based on the few words he’s just spoken, he’s not just ticked, he’s pissed.

Your eyebrows quirk and you question just why he was so mad. Eddy doesn’t know you’re dating, and it’s not like he’s pushed your boundaries. Kumatani seems to surprise himself with his words, his stoic shell cracking a bit.

“Oh, I see… s-sorry,” Eddy mutters. The director walks away without another word, partly out of respect, but mostly out of fear. He knew better than to make Kumatani mad.

You stand there in silence for a moment, tiny tree in hand and stuffy bear suit over your shoulder.

“Thank you. But you know you didn’t have to do that. It was just Eddy,” you say with an awkward giggle. Mitsuo removes his arm from you and takes a small step back.

“Sorry. I don’t really know-”

“Y/n! We need those trees!” Derekida’s voice echoes through the studio, cutting Kumatani off and making you jump out of your skin. You groan, turning to pick up another one of the fake plants.

“Be right there!” You shout back, doing your best to hide the annoyance in your voice. Though it's not like Derekida hasn't heard it before. You turn back to your boyfriend, still interested in hearing what he has to say. “Hold that thought, ‘kay? I’ll meet you in your dressing room in a minute.”

Kumatani just nods as he watches you stumble to the filming set with your props.

It doesn’t take you long to get the trees set up in preparation for Utano and Iketeru’s next performance. The moment you’re satisfied with how everything looks, you sprint to the dressing rooms before Derekida can notice you’re leaving.

You knock on the door before entering, finding Mitsuo standing in the room with his bear suit removed. Well, all but the mask. You stand there in silence for a moment as you stare at him, wondering why he’s bothered to take off everything except for the head.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask curiously. Your boyfriend remains unmoving, his arms cross over his chest.

“What do you mean?” He says casually, like he doesn’t expect you to question his choice of outfit. You roll your eyes with a small laugh before walking up to him and gently placing your hands on the bear head.

“Come on, I can’t take you seriously with that thing on,” you say and he doesn’t resist as you carefully pull the mask up and off of his head. You smile at the sight of his steely grey eyes, much better than the soulless black dots of a fake bear.

“Hi,” you say airily, leaning closer to him.

“Hi,” he says in return, his lips curving in a faint smile. You set his mask down on the table and sit on the edge beside it.

“So, wanna tell me what happened earlier?” You ask. Mitsuo’s eyes flash with a very brief moment of annoyance, and you just barely catch it.

“There’s nothing to tell. He tried to ask you out and I told him off,”

“Yes, but I think there’s a little more to it than that,” you push gently. “You seemed pretty upset.”

He just looks at you, not bothering to give even a small hum in response. But recalling the situation from just a bit ago was getting him irritated again.

He’s being ridiculous, he knows he is. He's not sure what set him off to begin with. People are allowed to compliment you, especially on things you’ve poured your time and effort into. But for some reason, seeing Eddy interact with you like that angered him.

He wasn’t about to tell you that though. That would mean admitting that his emotions got the better of him. And even though it is something that has happened before, he didn't like the feeling of losing control.

You watch him stand in his silence, replaying the situation in your head when it hits you.

“Are you jealous?” You ask bluntly.

“Jealous?” Mitsuo repeats, caught off guard by your assumption. “Of course not.” He looks away from you and crosses his arms back over his chest. He’s trying to look unperturbed, but you absentmindedly make the connection to a pouting child. He may have been annoyed, but he certainly wasn’t jealous.

“Oh, you’re so jealous. This is hilarious.”

“I said I’m not jealous,” he says simply, but from the slight change in his tone of voice, you can tell he’s at least a little jealous, even if he doesn’t know it. You laugh softly and stand from the table, walking over and taking your boyfriend's hands in yours.

You look up at him sincerely, though his eyes avoid yours.

“Mitsuooo,” you coo. The man grunts in annoyance, wanting this conversation to be over so he can leave. He never thought he’d be given the choice to wear his bear suit or talk to you. And he certainly never thought he’d want to choose the former of the two.

You raise a hand to his cheek, tenderly pulling him to face you, smiling brightly when his eyes finally meet yours.

“It’s okay if you are, I’m just teasing,” you say. You lean up to place a soft kiss to his lips and, while at first he doesn’t kiss back purely out of indignation, he soon melts into you, unable to resist your lips against his. You pull away, a satisfied look on your face.

“Are we good?” You ask, just inches away from his lips.

“There wasn’t a problem with us to begin with,” Mitsuo states, a smirk, while absent on his face, audible in his tone.

“You know what I mean,” you say with a laugh. “Please don’t give Eddy a hard time. I love you and only you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

“Are you sure?” Mitsuo jokes.

“Shut up!” You say, giving your boyfriend a playful punch on the arm. He smiles as he grips your waist and leans down to kiss you, his warm lips molding perfectly against yours, warmth spreading through your body.

“I love only you too.”

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jake-g-lockley · 2 years

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Coffee Danger (Poe Dameron x gn!reader)

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Word Count: 644 words

Warnings: Nothing, its fluff hehe

Your best friend Poe Dameron probably could not live without coffee. Saying that he was addicted was quite the understatement of the century. Not many people get the chance to see him without coffee because a Poe without coffee is a dangerous Poe. He could sometimes be scarier than a Sith if you had ever crossed paths with him before he had his morning coffee.

From the day you met the Black Leader, you had officially become his personal coffee maker. When the both of you started sharing quarters, Poe found out that you would brew your own coffee. The first time time Poe took a whiff of it, he instantly fell in love with the way you made it. Not only that, a little secret that kept Poe going every day was the fact that he started falling in love with you, with and without your insane coffee making skills.

You don't mind making Poe coffee early every morning as long as he does not give you a dose of his bad mood. You would quietly brew the coffee about half an hour before he would wake and you would set a hot cup of it on his bedside table, running off to the freshers to get ready for your day.

Unfortunately for you and the rest of the Resistance, one day came the time when you ran out of your special coffee bean mix. A part of you was glad that you had ran out, because Poe had to be taught a lesson.

Poe did not take the news lightly. Besides that, the stubborn pilot refused to drink any other coffee or caffeinated drinks that was provided in the cantina, despite your protests and pleas. He also made sure that he made this little problem everyone’s problem.

You kept your usual demeanour but in reality, it hurt to see him suffer from the effects of the withdrawal and slowly go stir crazy from the lack of caffeine. You felt like you were slowly losing your Poe to something absolutely reversable.

It didn’t take long for shit to hit the fan.

“I’ll literally go anywhere to find those beans.” Poe threatened, stepping into his flight suit.

You stood blocking the door, not believing how this small issue escalated into something so complicated.

“Poe, please, you can just drink the coffee here.” You pleaded, shaking your head as he zipped up his flight suit.

You placed your hands on his chest to stop him from moving. You couldn’t help but notice how adorable he is when he is stressed out. His curls were flying everywhere like a mad man and his cheeks had a hint of pink on them, making him almost glow like a little angel.

“Y/N, you don’t understand, I-” Poe started but something snapped in you.

“Oh shut up, you big idiot.”

You pulled his flight suit, taking him by surprise, smashing your lips to his in a furious kiss. You have had enough of Poe’s coffee rants.

You just wanted some peace.

And you also just really wanted to kiss Poe Dameron.

You kissed Poe until you were suffocated by him. You only pulled away when the lack of oxygen to your brain started making you woozy. Poe looked at you as he pulled slightly, his soft brown eyes wide with shock.

“There, do you want that or do you still want your coffee?” you took a leap and teased him about it, frowning at him.

“That was better than any fucking coffee I've ever had.” Poe breathed, scanning your face.

A smile erupted in your face, and Poe mirrored it, making your heart melt into mush. He bit his lip and the blush deepened on his cheeks.

“Can I tell you something?” He whispered, taking your hand.

You nodded, encouraging him to go on.

“Part of me might be addicted to coffee, but part of me is addicted to you making me coffee every morning. I love nothing more than watching you dance around the kitchen every morning, not making a single sound so that I could get that little extra sleep.” Poe bashfully said, looking at you from under his lashes.

You laughed and tucked a stray curl back to its usual spot, tracing every inch of Poe's face with your eyes before kissing his cheek.

“Now, don’t you dare get addicted to this Commander Dameron.” You punched him square in the chest.

“Oh don’t mind if I do.” He chuckled as he leaned in for another kiss.

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hg-deranged-edition · 9 months

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My contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! @akichania YOU ARE NEXT.

(WARNING FOR SUICIDAL IDEATION)

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He lay across from him, fast asleep at night. Eyes fluttering gently in his sleep, off in a dream Steve would never hear about. Chest rising steadily, breaths deep and even, with the lightest hint of a snore accompanying him. Steve couldn’t help himself, he extended his hand and lightly cupped his cheek, to feel it’s warmth. Hot, as Billy usually was during his slumber.

Ever the light sleeper, Billy’s eyes instantly snapped open, mind lagging behind. When recognition flashed across his face, his eyes softened and his lips curled into the slightest smile. Steve’s heart swelled at the love he found inside them, the vulnerability he found within both assuring and terrifying. Steve knew he couldn’t really help when Billy was in trouble.

Billy murmured a sound that was probably meant to be questioning, and Steve just hushed him, trying to coax him back to sleep. Maybe curl him up into his arms so that Billy couldn’t leave. Billy just grasped his hand and held onto it, terribly, terribly gentle. Affection Steve didn’t quite deserve or earn.

With great effort, Billy’s tired mind managed to collect enough coherence to ask “’Was wrong?” and Steve cursed himself for not being able to get himself together enough to save face in front of Billy.

He hadn’t been sleeping.

Couldn’t, really.

“I’m just,” he began, “I don’t. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m just kinda upset.” Billy’s hand tightened ever so slightly, brow twitching together in worry. He was quiet for a moment before muttering “You’re not ‘just upset.’ You never are.” he paused, looking deeply into his eyes, and Steve found it horrible that Billy knew him so intimately when he didn’t deserve someone so… well, whatever Steven is.

Incapable. Is probably the word he’s looking for.

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Billy began anew, “but you have to know I care, right? So like, I can listen to you, even if it doesn’t make sense, and only you know what you’re talkin’ about. Gotta repay the favor and everything, right?” Steve nodded, not quite trusting himself to talk. He found the way Billy looked at him unbearable; so imploring and kind. Defenceless. It’s a beauty that suited his face, really. Billy laid their hands betwixt them on the mattress, and Steve felt a lump form in his throat.

He wanted to get closer so bad. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that without crumbling.

Despite himself, Steve felt himself speak.

“I. I’m just, I’m so sorry, fuck, Billy. I’m fuckin- dumb as shit, slow and I can’t even see what’s right in front of me, and I can’t even take care of myself.”

Billy’s face saddened, and he crawled closer to Steve. “Steven. Steve no, don’t say that, baby. You know you’re not stupid, we’ve talked about this before.” Steve hiccuped at that, and his first tear fell. “No, no I’m just. I can’t help but feel it. Dad’s right, I’m fuckin stupid as shit, I can’t do shit and I can’t even get college. I don’t understand things even if they’re repeated to me a thousand times and I- I can’t even-” at that, Billy just smushed Steve’s face into his chest, and held onto him tightly. “I don’t know what you’re on about. Your dads the dumbass, not you. It’s not your fault the man can’t explain things right and then gets mad at you for his own mistakes.” Billy pressed a kiss atop his head.

Steve just weeped at that, because Billy didn’t understand. Steve’s failure was Billy.

He completely, and utterly, failed him. Didn’t recognize that Billy needed help until it was far too late- his body having received permanent damage already and only awaiting it’s final blow. He should have noticed- should have realized that something was wrong, not clutched on so tightly to his and Nancy’s joke of a relationship. Should have gotten his head out of his ass and seen the reality in front him instead of being so damn hung up.

Because Billy was dead now. And Steve would never get him back, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he turned the past over in his mind.

Billy was still shushing him, arms crushing him as he only wailed harder. Couldn’t seem to be able to stop himself from crying, either, judging by the wetness seeping into Steve’s hair.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered, “baby, why are you acting this way?” His hand was petting through Steve’s hair, a thousand gentle, repeated kisses gifted like they could ease the hurt away. Steve’s head hurt from crying, the sheer force of his sobs giving him vertigo. The last time he cried that hard was a week into the future, and for this past body, it was when he was 9 years old and begging his parents to stay back home.

Eventually, Steve managed to calm back down. Belatedly he noticed that Billy had been patting his back and murmuring a lullaby. One he realized was probably among the last few remnants of his mother’s love. “Thank you,” he muttered, “for everything.” His throat was hoarse. Billy just kept singing with a slightly pained look on his face. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

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When Billy’s breaths evened out and his arms loosened, Steve opened his eyes again listlessly. And did nothing. For hours.

He was tired. So fucking tired. From crying, from watching but too afraid to really touch. He was promised an eternity with his love. He couldn’t wait for it to be over.

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He felt himself begin to slip away, eyes unfocusing through their drought. He’d probably wake up again in a moment, beholding a sleeping Billy from the start all over again. Maybe he’d be too exhausted to keep up any facade of humanity, maybe Billy would curl into him and he’d shatter all over again. Maybe he’d just observe. Silent.

In the beginning, he’d really thought he only wanted this, this last moment with Billy, for all eternity. Now he understands that this stagnant memory was never what he truly wanted from Billy. Sure, he’d wanted one last embrace with the love of his life, not for closure, though. No, never for closure. The mere thought of it repulsed him.

No, he wanted to continue on with Billy. He’d only made a pathetic display of humility, a request born from fallacy. He wanted to wake up together, light streaming from the curtains, feel the warmth of morning. Wanted to get up and bake and make coffee and crack shitty jokes with the guy. Wanted to tangle his hand in his hair and feel disgust when it came back greasy. Wanted to live a life with the fucker.

This wasn’t a life shared together. It was anything but. It was a mockery of their love, the epitome of their shared fatal flaw. It was Billy desparate for Steve to open up, to tell him what’s wrong, and Steve’s throat closing up, locking down. It was Steve getting exhausted from asking where Billy got all his bruises from, only to be met with aggression. It was Billy being on the verge of crying when Steve still held onto the agony from his last relationship and couldn’t focus on Billy’s love.

And, a few days into the future, it would be Steve not recognizing that Billy was acting wrong. That his cold demeanor was caused by more than just a petty argument.

This, this situation, was sleeping with a cooling corpse. Getting lulled back into sleep every time panic ripped through his central nervous system. Being mocked with the face of his lover caring for him, when his own care wasn’t sufficient enough. By god, he should have picked Billy up long ago, thrown him onto the backseat and driven far, far away from here. To hell with everyone else.

But it was too late now, sin rooted too deep into his foundations. This was all he had left.

He sunk his fingers deeper into Billy’s, lashes fluttering lethargically. He should be grateful. Death doesn’t feel so permanent when the star of the funeral was right next to him. Most people yearned for this moment right here, no matter how grotesque.

Still, he couldn’t wait to be dead.

Feeling Billy’s pulse thudding against his skin, Steve sunk back into sleep, hoping to dream of tomorrow before he woke up again.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy x steve #drabble #harringrove relay race #once more imagine they are t4t and I simply did not elaborate #this was originally supposed to be part of a larger fic btw describing Steve looping through waking up at least 2 times before this and #slowly revealing the true circumstances he was in #and he was supposed to be super lovey doves in the first part start showing cracks in the second and break in the third #but in the end I lost the internal mapping I had for that version. now we have this one #this wasn’t what I was originally gonna post btw I was gonna post art but that one struggled with me too hard. ok bye!!!#suicidal thoughts tw

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Strange Love (Part 4)

+18 Smut

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n begins to understand that perhaps the only way to get over Doctor Strange's death is to surrender to the passion she feels for Stephen.

Word Count: 5,7k

Warnings: Mentions of psychological traumas, descriptions of a panic attack. Sexual content including male domination, masturbation with both male and female receiving. Oral sex with male receiving, p in v, creampie.

A/N: If you think everything seems a little rushed, it's because it is. I have been trying to use this story to experiment with less detailed writing. Still, I hope you like it.

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Chapter 4: Something Sweet

The weeks that followed were uneventful. Tony was busy and you went back to studying. Gradually you tried to get back to the life you had before all that madness happened. The sadness for Stephen Strange's death still hurt you, but you cried less and less and when you remembered him you tried to forgive yourself saying it wasn't your fault. It was a daily exercise, but you had no option but to try to move forward.

You hadn't seen Doctor Strange after the night in the cemetery, but sometimes your thoughts led to him and you were surprised how it happened more and more often and the reason always eluded you.

It was a Saturday afternoon when your cell phone rang. You were home alone, Tony and Pepper were at the Avengers Compendium in the countryside of the city. You looked into the screen and Stephen’s name was on it.

“Hello” You answered a little apprehensively.

"Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me, tonight." His voice was subdued, but it still had a hint of excitement.

You tried to disguise your surprise “Did you get to a conclusion?” You asked trying to be funny.

“Yeah, That you would definitely accept.”

You thought for a second. Two thoughts clashed in your mind. That you shouldn't nurture that friendship that was based entirely on such a tragic accident, and on the other hand, that you couldn't keep pushing people away. Eventually you would have to come back to life.

“So, what do you say?” He insisted.

You stared at the clock “At 8pm?”

“Perfect. I'm coming to pick you up.” He hung up the phone and you were frozen wondering if you had made a good decision. There was every reason in the world why your relationship with Stephen Strange had intensified after everything that had happened, it was like you had a connection from another universe that was pulling you towards each other and you weren't really trying to fight it.

You felt alone when you wasn't with Tony and you were beginning to understand that you had created an emotional dependence on him that scared you. On the other hand, you didn't feel anything for Loki anymore, something was off, you couldn't get back to him, it was like it wasn't right anymore and it was clear that you didn’t want to be alone.

You had the option of maintaining that friendship with Stephen. It was obvious he understood you and that you could tell him things you hadn't even told Tony for fear of worrying him. You didn't exactly want to understand that relationship. Maybe you should just live it and by realizing it you understood why you said yes.

Stephen waited for you outside the Tower leaning in his car. He was wearing a nice black suit. “Your carriage awaits.”

You smiled openly “Well, that's what I'm talking about.”

“You look beautiful” He said opening the car door for you and you felt your face heat up. The heart was beating a little irregularly. You were wearing a short flowered dress and your hair was loose, no make up except for a bit of gloss.

He drove fast through the busy streets and you found yourself watching him. He was a very handsome man, but what took your breath away was the fact that you felt so comfortable next to him.

He took you to a nice restaurant. Nothing fancy, but really nice. You sat in a reserved corner and he asked for the wine catalogue and you suddenly had a terrible feeling of déjà vu that made your heart jump in your chest and your breathing became irregular. It was impossible not to make the association with the time you had dinner with the other Stephen Strange and it broke your heart even as it filled you with a primal horror. You began to doubt whether this was a good idea.

“You’re okay?” Stephen asked frowning surely realizing something was wrong.

You sighed letting the air out through your mouth and taking a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. “I think I'm having a panic attack.”

He beckoned to the waiter with a wave of his hand and asked for a glass of water.

“Take deep breaths, it's okay. I’m here, nothing bad will happen to you.” He reached his hand across the table and you hold it immediately. His hand was warm but not soft, you could feel all the scars and the shaking and that not so subtle difference between him and the other Stephen was what helped you ground yourself.

The waiter delivered the water and you drank it slowly and gradually you felt your body relaxing. You was being so silly about it all, but who could blame you? It was maddening, wasn't it?

Stephen looked at you with his deep blue eyes and he seemed worried. “Have you had any other crises like this before?”

You nodded “Before... it was frequent when I lived with my parents.”

He nodded taking a look around, the restaurant was quiet, only a few tables occupied “We don't need to stay if you're not feeling well. I can take you home, although I don't think it's a good idea for you to be alone right now. Stark isn't in the Tower, is he?”

You shook your head no. “I'm fine, it's just... it's not the first time I've been to a restaurant with Stephen Strange. That messed me up a bit, sorry.

He nodded “It's okay, no need to apologize.”

“Distract me with anything” You asked realizing that you were still holding his hand and pulled your hand away awkwardly.

He smiled “Wong met a young man that has amazing skills apparently. He seems to think he can help us, so he went to recruit him.”

You smiled “Shang Chi.”

He agreed raising an eyebrow. “Is there any point in asking how do you know it?” He shook his head reaching the conclusion by himself. “You saw it.”

You nodded “I have these visions more often now. Apparently everything that is related to me shows itself before it happens. I don't mind, but sometimes it can be scary.” You realized it was working, your heart started to slow down.

“Apparently the boy inherited an artifact known as The Ten Rings. We still don't know its origin, but Wong believes it could be important.”

You shook your head “After Thor showed up holding that hammer, things just weren't the same. Right?”

He smiled in agreement. “Not at all.”

He chose the wine and then looked at you smiling “Have you decided on your dish yet?”

You shook your head, picking up the menu and looking at it. You weren’t hungry. Your relationship with food wasn't exactly healthy but since you came to live with Tony things seemed to be at control. “I will have the salmon with crusty almonds and passion fruit sauce, please.” The waiter took the order.

“Good choice. I'll have the same.” Stephen handed the menu to the waiter who nodded politely and walked away.

“So Wong went to talk to this guy, why not you?”

He grimaced. "My recent foray with a young aspiring Avenger has discouraged me from taking part in it."

“Tony told me” You tried not to laugh “I'm sorry, I know it's not funny.”

He gave a small laugh. “Actually, now that everything has been resolved, it's a bit funny.” His laugh was something you'd never paid attention to, low and comforting.

When your food arrived and you started to eat, you notice the difficulty he had with the cutlery. His hands kept shaking in rhythmic spasms. Sometimes you forgot what he had lost in that accident. You tried your best not to stare, but he obviously noticed you were looking.

“Believe me, it's way better now.” He said shyly.

“It's easy to think about what you gained from the accident. Your initiation into the mystical arts, into what you've become because of it. We forget what you lost. Your old life.”

He nodded looking surprised at the way you put it “It's been six years. I will never get them back the way they were. I can use magic. I try not to, but sometimes I have to.”

“I'm sorry.”

He smiled taking a sip of his red wine. “Actually, I got used to it and...” He stopped sighing “Once I saw what the accident did to the Doctor Strange from another universe, I can't help but think that things could have been infinitely worse.”

You nodded, looking away. The mention of Strange was never going to be an easy thing for you, it seemed. He noticed and went back to talking trying to divert your thoughts back to him. “But I miss my surgeries. Sometimes I still dream that I’m working at the hospital. I just have to accept that it’s a part of my life that’s over.”

You stared at him surprise. “You can do all these things now. I never thought you would miss being a doctor.”

“The feeling of having a life in your hands, of being the person who leads life... is inexplicable. I miss that.”

You smiled “You've saved many lives since becoming the Sorcerer Supreme. The world lost a great surgeon, but gained a protector of our reality.” You smiled feeling the need to comfort him. “Ordinary people may not know what that means, but I do.”

He smiled and reached his hand across the table and instinctively you hold it again. “Thank you.”

You finished eating and left the restaurant, heading back to the car. He drove slowly, seeming to ponder his next words. “I would take you home…” He said turning the car to a totally different direction. “…but I think I need company for tea.”

You didn't object. You weren't looking forward to being separated from him and you didn't want to be alone.

The Sanctum was always empty and quiet in the few times you were there, but knowing Wong wasn't at home made it seem even quieter.

“Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable. I'll get some tea.”

You nodded watching him disappear into the kitchen and stood there staring at the huge entrance hall and sat in the armchair analyzing every detail of the room while waiting for him.

“Actually, we're out of tea” He said returning from the kitchen seem a little embarrassed “Wong should have bought it... well, I should have bought it, but I ended up forgetting.”

You chuckled “It’s alright. No problem.”

“I can serve you something else if you want. Water, a coffee...”

“I’m fine.” You said “Don't worry.”

He nodded and sit in the sofa. “I didn't ask how Stark is doing” He said, clinging, apparently, to any subject. “I haven't seen him in a while. Since I visited you at the Tower, in fact.”

“He's fine, much better now that he's not so worried about me.” You sighed feeling guilty for everything you made Tony go through. “I feel bad for worrying him.”

Stephen shook his head. “Tony... He risked his life to save me.”

You stared in surprise. “He never said anything to me.”

“We were on Thanos's spaceship and I was being tortured by Falce. He wanted the Time Stone and I couldn't give it to him so I could only take all the pain...” He sighed.

You waited for him to continue.

“Tony took off his armor and gave it to me. It protected me and I managed to fight. Tony, on the other hand, was completely helpless...”

You leaned your cheek on your hand completely enchanted by the story. Somehow it didn't surprise you that the two fought well together. “Your Cloak protected him.”

He smiled. “Yes.” He seemed to get lost in some memory for a few seconds. “It was hard times, I can’t believe it’s gone now.”

You shook your head. “You two have always been my favorites, you know.”

He looked at you in surprise.

“People see you as superheroes, some kind of celebrity.” You explained. “The Avengers are practically a brand, they sell things with your faces. They bet, they have favorites.” You shrugged admitting. “I always had.”

He nodded.

“Anyway, that was before I met all of you in person.”

He looked at you confused, almost offended. “Reality can be disappointing apparently…”

You denied smiling. “It's fascinating actually. I have a huge admiration for everything the Avengers do.”

“Technically I'm not an Avenger. I helped them on some quests, but the Sorcerer Supreme has...

“Stephen... just accept the compliment.”

He chuckled. “Thank you.”

You sighed, realizing how easy it was to talk to him, how good he made you feel. “You asked me about Tony the other day, about my relationship with him. What did you think?”

He looked away looking slightly embarrassed. “I really didn't know what to think. I knew you liked him a lot, I just didn't quite understand why.”

“You didn’t think I...”

He laughed sounding nervous. “I hoped not, after all I don't think you like older men.” He stared at you waiting for an answer.

You smiled awkwardly. “Well, I never thought of Tony that way. He was always a very dear friend, maybe more than that, but never like this.”

He nodded seeming relieved.

“But I do like older men” You said already mentally scolding yourself and feeling your face blushing for admitting that.

Stephen smiled openly and something in his eyes made your heart race, but you disguised it deciding that you needed to leave before you said any more nonsense. You looked theatrically at the time on your cell phone display and got up. “It’s getting late, I think I'd better go.”

He got up too. “I don't think it's safe for you to stay in the Tower alone.”

“Everything is fine. Tony checked security before he went and you know, the Tower is never empty, not really.”

He walked towards you, the tone of his voice deeper as he grab your hand and hold it firmly. “May I ask you to stay? You will be safer with me.”

You stared blankly and he grabbed your hand. Your entire body reacted to his touch and you realized you were on the verge of something that might not be the best thing to do. “Stephen...”

He cupped your face. “I just want to try something...”

He slowly approached and kissed you. You froze, your heart pounding in your ears. It was a soft kiss. Just a touch of lips.

He pulled back, analyzing your reaction. He was looking directly into your eyes, his hand now firmly on your wrist. He kissed you again, this time more intensely, his tongue finally entering your mouth. You moaned softly in surrender and threw your arms around his shoulders.

He was the one who pulled away first, staring at you with those blue eyes. You realized how attractive he was with that goatee, his serious look, his sideways smile.

“Stephen...” You managed to say but he went back to kiss you again, the goatee scratching your chin and the sensation making your skin prickle. You cupped his face and your lips parted but he didn’t pull away. He dragged his lips to your ear and whispered lowly. “Make love to me, Y/n.”

Your entire body shook. Your heart felt like it was going to come out of your mouth. He smiled probably noticing all those physical reactions. You didn't exactly respond, but you didn't say no, and it was enough for him to pull you in his arms and a moment later you were in his room.

You didn't have time to process that he'd teleported you there, suddenly the fact that he could do that was so irrelevant next to how much you wanted him.

His trembling hands touched your face as if confirming that you were really there. He turned your back to him and pressed his body against yours. You could feel every inch of his body pressed against you. He kissed your neck and unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor. He kissed your shoulder and moved his lips back to your neck, his hands moving down to your hips, squeezing slowly, feeling you.

You turned to him and touched his face and kissed him taking the suit jacket off. You unbuttoned the shirt slowly and let it fall to the floor revealing the smooth chest that your hands were eager to caress.

He didn't say anything, you didn't say anything. You devoured each other with your eyes proving how much you had secretly wanted this.

His dick was hard being ostensibly apparent under his pants and he pulled you back to his lips kissing you as if he needed that to breathe. He grabbed one of your tits, kissing over the tissue of your bra as he reached to unclasp it. He looked to your breasts, touched them with the back of his hands, taking a nipple between his fingers and kept his gaze fixed on you, on your reaction.

You were so intoxicated by his presence you could barely think, your body was shaking a little and you were sure he was enjoying that.

“Oh, the things I want to do to you” He said in your ear with that low and whispered voice.

You moaned softly without restraining yourself and he kissed you lifting you off the ground, pulling you onto his lap as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He put you on the bed and kissed your tits sucking slowly and went down with his lips giving light bites on your belly. He continued down, kissed over your panties and slowly pulled them off and threw them on the floor. He slipped between your legs, his tongue licking you, his lips sucking you and he did it so well, he knew exactly what he was doing, when to lick, when to suck. The exact among of pressure to use.

Unable to stop yourself, You grabbed his hair and moaned loudly calling his name. He continued, lithe but unhurried, then returned to your lips kissing you passionately. You both moaning in each other lips with the intensity of the kiss. Everything felt so perfect.

“Stephen...”

He put his hand between your legs. You could feel the shaking of his hand as he touched you so intimately, stroking your clit gently with circular movements of his fingers making you arch your back, moving your hips against his hand such was the pleasure you felt. He looked at you smiling satisfied with your response to his touch. He took his finger inside you attesting how wet you were and his smile widened into that beautiful sideways smile that fascinated you.

"The most physiological of all responses." he whispered in your ear.

He entered you with his finger and pulled it out and did it again this time testing with two fingers and kept the rhythm going in and out fucking you with them and you were so lubricated, you could feel and hear the wetness on his fingers.

“Stephen... please...”

He kissed you moaning on your lips and pulled away standing at the foot of the bed unbuttoning his pants and leaving only his white boxers which he took off quickly. Stephen Strange was right there naked in front of you and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

He dragged himself back onto the bed, the weight of his hips parting your thighs, his fingers touched you again and he directed himself at your entrance, slowly penetrating you as you both moaned at the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel so good” He whispered in your ear. You locked your legs behind his back and he kissed you hard, but his movements were restrained, he was holding back, maybe still testing you. And you needed more.

“Stephen... don't be gentle.”

He seemed surprise, but pulled out and entered you again this time much harder and kept going thrusting against you nice and hard, each thrust filling you with that indescribable pleasure. He kept a rapid pace, the sound of your bodies was so obscene and you could feel your orgasm approaching. Your nails scratched his back and your moans got louder and louder.

He kissed you holding you by the chin and making you look into his eyes “Not yet” He asked. But it was too late, he was making you feel so good. You smiled kissing him and giving in to the explosive orgasm that dominated you completely. He slowed down only to watch you as your entire body convulsed beneath him and you let out a loud and satisfied moan.

He smiled openly and then kissed you softly.

“Don't worry” You whispered into his lips with a trembling voice “I'm far from finished.”

You pushed him gently laying him on the bed, your hands fisted his hair. Stephen was so handsome. He looked like a god to you.

You ran your lips down his neck and chest and he groaned touching your face with his trembling hand. You held his hand and kissed where the scars cut his skin and then you put his index finger in your mouth and he sighed loudly in anticipation. You sucked on him and then lowered your hand to his cock.

He was so big. Your fingers could barely close around it and it clearly wouldn't fit in your mouth, but you sucked on the tip and forced it into your mouth sucking on it slowly. He didn't push, he just clung to the sheets feeling the pleasure you gave him. You sucked on the part you could make fit in your mouth and stroked the rest fast and hard with both hands and he was moaning so loud and so beautifully, pulsing hard already when you stopped, going back to his lips.

“Not yet.” You said, provoking him.

Stephen groaned running his hand through his face “Impossible to hold back when you suck my cock like that.” He kissed your lips softly and lightly bit you bottom lip. You smiled at him loving it all. You just felt so comfortable with him.

You passed your leg around his hip and licked your hand then directed his cock at your entrance again and went down slowly. Stephen was big and you could feel him penetrating you inch by inch until you were skin to skin and he was entirely inside you. He felt so good. His cock stretched you just right.

He moaned, it was almost a groan actually with that low timbre. His jaw was clenched, his eyes closed, lips parted in contemplation. His hands grabbed your waist as you began to move slowly first then fast, riding him nice and hard.

His hands descended to your thighs, pressing them so hard you were sure he would leave marks in your skin. You moaned loudly and increased the pace, leaning a bit forward and rubbing your clit deliciously in his pubic hair. You couldn't help it, it all felt too good and you could feel another orgasm approaching. You slowed down instinctively because you didn’t want to cum yet and he protested “Don't stop, please.”

"Don't want to cum. Not yet"

He smirked and kissed you getting up and put you on your hands and knees on the bed. You curved your hips towards him and he squeezed your ass cheek and penetrated you with his fingers, teasing you. “Stephen, please…”

He chuckled finally entering you again, keeping the pace surprisingly rough. The sound of your bodies hitting against each other and your heavy breathing filling the room.

“Oh my god, Stephen...”

He gave two strong thrusts and pulled you, holding you with your back against his chest, one hand on your waist, the other on your neck while pounding against you.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked in your ear.

“Oh no, no... don't stop.”

He laid you down on the bed on your stomach and came over you, his firm hands gripping yours on the sheets while he forced himself against you and increased the thrusts going harder and harder, making you use the sheet to muffle your moans. He continued at that pace without decreasing intensity until you asked. “Stephen... I need to breathe.”

He stopped immediately and you turned to kiss him and his lips felt like heaven.

“You’re okay?” He asked on your lips seeming worried.

"I’m fine." You whispered, putting your hand between you to slide him back inside you. He moaned leaning forward and entering you, but now he moved slowly.

You caressed his face, he was sweaty, his hair was messy and he never looked more beautiful to you. You felt the orgasm coming and didn't fight it, you let it involve you completely until you exploded in ecstasy right there beneath him as you pulled him to your lips.

His thrusts became irregular, you could feel him pulsing inside you and pulled him to your lips. He moaned in your mouth then rushed to pull out and spilled himself all over your stomach.

As soon as he finished he moves his fingers conjuring a cloath and cleaning you, then himself, then moved his fingers again making the dirty cloath disappear. He rolled over to his side in the mattress completely satisfied, a smirk on his lips. You smiled feeling your cheeks getting hot as he lay there with his blue eyes studying you.

“I’m in love with you, Y/n.” He admitted touching your face “And I think that you’re in love with me too.”

He was convinced and you couldn't argue. It was true.

“Do you think it’s a bad thing?” He asked and you shook your head no. He smiled pulling you to his chest and surprisingly fast you fell asleep, probably exhausted by the intensity of the love you made.

…

You woke up not knowing what time it was. You sat on the bed, Stephen was sleeping heavily on his stomach, the sheet barely covering his muscular, handsome naked body. You stood there staring for a moment. What you did was amazing, Stephen was amazing in every sense of the word and you couldn't deny that you were in love with him, but you couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing.

You got up and picked up your clothes from the floor. You put on your bra and panties and went to the bathroom, washed your face and looked at all the body cream, cologne and hair products in the balcony and smiled to myself. It didn't surprised you that Stephen was a vain man. Without making a sound, you went down to the kitchen and rummaging around you found what you needed to make coffee. You went back to the living room and sat down in an armchair. You got lost in thought as you sipped your coffee, distracted by looking at the huge shelves of books and looking at things.

He had a huge shelf full of records. You got up to look closer, running your hand over the titles, some were Chinese, probably Wong’s, but there was Radiohead, U2, Korn, some more old-fashioned stuff like Rod Stewart, Aha, plus classics like Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, ACDC, Iron Maiden, Pink Floyd and others you didn’t know.

You stood there looking for a long time distracted till Stephen's voice right behind you took you by surprised.

“Woke up early” He was wearing gray sweatpants, was shirtless and barefoot, his hair messed up which made him even more handsome.

“I lost sleep”

“Why you didn’t wake me?

“I didn't want to, you were sleeping heavily.”

He smiled and you went back to look to the shelves. “You have so much music. It's all yours?”

He nodded “With a few exceptions, but mostly yes. I used to collect them before... well before I moved here.”

You nodded, noticing that he hadn't take his eyes off you.

“It’s everything alright?’’

He shook his head “It's disconcerting to see you dressed like that.”

You smiled feeling your cheeks burning “I'll take it as a compliment.”

“As you should.”

You went to the other shelf full of books, but you didn't know the titles, except for some best sellers like The Da Vinci Code and its sequels and some titles by Stephen King and HP Lovecraft. “I love Lovecraft” You said.

He cleaned his throat making you look at him.

“As much as I think you look stunning like this...” He seemed a little embarrassed. “... you need to know that Wong can literally show up at any moment and I think that if he sees you like that he'll be disconcerted too.”

You chuckled but continued looking at the books a bit longer, teasing him.

“Wong has the bad habit of talking too much, if he sees you here, he’ll probably tell everyone.”

You made a face “Well, that we should avoid.”

He smiled relieved and came closer, touching your face and pulling you to his lips. “I think I better get dressed then”. You said on his lips.

“Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind.” An instant later you were back in his room.

“We can use the stairs, you know?” You said and he smirked taking you in his arms and laying you on the bed and coming over you.

“Do you want me to be gentle, now?” He said teasingly and your hands searched for him, freeing him from inside his pants and directing him back inside you.

“Not really.”

He entered you with a hard thrust and you moaned loud. He didn’t let you breathe. His lips stayed on yours all the time while he fucked you. That wasn’t meant to last. You both was searching desperately for your release until you found it. You came together and somehow it felt so intimate, almost like you knew each other for years and had made love a thousand times.

He got up and straightened his pants and you stayed lying there, your legs still open for him. “I didn’t asked if I could do it inside” He said running his hands over his face. “I’ll clean you.”

He conjured a cloath and did his best to get you clean. “I’m sorry.”

You smiled watching his face getting slightly pink “It’s okay. I’m on pill.” He sighed seeming relieved. “I need you to get dressed now” He gave you his hand and helped you to get up “I can't concentrate with you like that”

You got up and kissed him “Can I use your shower?” …

You took a hot shower and washed your hair. He got in the shower with you, but finished first. You put on your dress and dried your hair with the towel. When you left the bathroom, he had left a portal open and you could see him in the kitchen.

“Do you have any idea how much that says about you?” You asked and he smiled convinced. “It says that I don't like wasting time.”

You rolled your eyes and walked through and the portal closed behind you. “It says that you are lazy and a show off.”

He let out a small laugh and handed you a cup of coffee and served you a plate with eggs and bacon. “guilty.”

You ate slowly, enjoying each other as much as you enjoyed the food. But at some point you had to ask him about what you had just do. “Stephen…”

He looked at you knowing exactly what you were going to say. “I don't know.”

You sighed. “ All of this was...amazing, to say the least, but I...”

“You...” “...I can be quite intense when it comes to liking someone. I'm afraid of being hurt again and I dont know what you want. I don’t know if this is a one time thing…”

“What do you want it to be?” He asked. You sighed staring at your hands. “I don't know. I just got out of a relationship with Loki...”

“So you are telling me that you already end the relationship then.” “What?” He gave you a cocky smirk “You told me the other day that you were taking a break which implied you had intentions of getting back to him.”

“How can I get back to him if I'm in love with you?” He looked at you slightly surprised to have heard you say that out loud.

You exhaled heavily “That was the reason why I asked him for some time. To think. Now I understand that there's no going back, I don't feel what I felt for him anymore, I...”

He waited for what you had to say.

“I want you.” You admitted.

He smiled openly but didn’t say anything. He got up going around the table and came closer to you. He stood beside you and held your hand making you stand up, his mesmerizing blue eyes glued to yours. “And I want you.”

You kissed him and suddenly you heard the sound of footsteps approaching in the hall. Stephen's cloak flew to him and magically he was in his Doctor Strange clothes.

Wong walked into the kitchen already talking to him. “Of course you were going to forget, you're great at forgetting things...” He stopped when he saw you and faced Stephen who was now standing further away from you, hands behind his back.

“I tried to talk to you last night and all morning. You don't answer your cell phone, you don't answer my attempts to communicate.”

“Good morning, Wong” You said shyly.

He looked at you with elevator eyes, probably noticing that you wouldn't have gone to the Sanctum in that dress that was necessarily a dress for a night out. But if he hadn't noticed this detail that could go unnoticed by someone not connected to women's fashion, he would probably notice the wet hair or the fact that you were having breakfast there at 7am or evenworse, Stephen’s guilty face.

“Good morning miss Y/l/n.” He said politely and them went back to talk to Stephen. “You forgot the rotunda door open again. My office is full of leaves and branches.”

“Good morning to you too, Wong” Stephen said looking at you from the corner of his eye and trying to contain his laughter. “I'll clean everything up, don't worry.”

Wong shook his head, giving up the fight, but still irritated. “I tried to communicate with you at night.”

“Sorry, I was busy. Won’t happen again.”

Wong stared at you and then at Stephen and then back at you. He sighed “Oh, Stark will love this.” He said leaving the kitchen.

You both looked at each other and started laughing.

“I think I better go now, you have more important things to do”

He grimaced and you smiled looking at him in those clothes, with his cloak. “You look good like this.”

He came closer and pulled you to his lips.

“Would you mind…” You mimicked the way he moved his hands to make portals. He giggled opening a portal to your room. “When are we going to see each other again?”

You went through the portal.

“Y/n… when will I see you again?”

You smiled. “You know where to find me.”

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