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wins and losses (t. kageyama x f!reader)
in which two wins for him are two wins for you, and a loss for him is also a win for both of you. wc: 1.4k || tags/cw: pre- and post-timeskip reader and kageyama, reader went to kitagawa daiichi and was manager for seijoh vbc, reader is lowkey (highkey) pining over him, msby 4 are the best (worst?) wingmen a/n: "happy birthday i guess... it-it's not like i like you or anything!" (you must know i visibly cringed at that) happy womb eviction date my sweet sweet tobio <3 you are my second favourite dark-haired shonen manga deuteragonist whose birthday falls on dec 22nd :)
when you entered high school as a first-year, you joined the volleyball club as a manager for the boysâ team. for the most part, it was so you could see some familiar faces from kitagawa daiichi - your old classmates kindaichi and kunimi were playing for seijoh now, and so were your upperclassmen oikawa and iwaizumi.Â
it was - and still is - a busy job, taking care of about twenty teenage boys who more than not got fired up over the littlest things (or in kunimiâs case, not fired up at all). still, it was fun and rewarding, and makki and mattsun practically became your older brothers after a while.Â
but thereâs no denying that when you walked into the gym for the first practice session of the school year, you were looking out for one person from the kitagawa daiichi boysâ volleyball team in particular -
tobio kageyama, your ex-classmate and longtime crush.
back in middle school, youâd walk past the gym during lunch break, and heâd looked so cool as he set the ball for his teammates. your friends used to tease you about it, even going so far as to try and set you two up. luckily, you stopped them before they could do anything. suffice it to say he probably didnât know of your existence at all. you were determined to change that in high school.
but he wasnât there that day, or any day after that.Â
you asked oikawa about it once, and he simply smiled sweetly and said he was glad dear olâ kageyama hadnât taken up the offer to come to seijoh - kindaichi and kunimi shared his sentiments. iwaizumi only sighed and looked over at oikawa.Â
âitâs probably for kageyamaâs own good,â heâd said, not elaborating on his words.Â
and you see what he means now, even as karasuno wins their match against seijoh in the 2015 spring interhigh qualifiers. your players are devastated, and rightfully so. theyâve lost to karasuno countless times over the years, and this only seems to be salt rubbed into their gaping wound.Â
ex-captains oikawa and yahaba facetime your phone after the game, hoping to say hello to a post-victory team, but their faces fall when they hear the news. you leave the team huddled around your tiny phone courtside, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom.
you lean back against the cold wall of the hallway. karasunoâs going to nationals, and maybe you should feel bitter about it.Â
but somehow, all you can seem to think is - kageyamaâs going to nationals.
***
not even a year later, when you've already graduated and gone to university, you see him on television representing japan in mensâ volleyball at the olympics. because that's what he is now - a man. so different from the quiet middle schooler or the intense-looking high schooler he once was.
he looks good - better - now. broader. stronger. taller. carries himself with a newfound confidence. he is a machine in action; his form is perfect as he serves the ball. it flies across his teammatesâ heads, over the net, and slams itself into an open space on the court.
âaaaaand⊠number 20, tobio kageyama, again with his no-touch service ace! heâs practically unstoppable!â
the crowd goes absolutely wild for him, and he only nods slightly at his teammatesâ praises, humble as usual.
sakusa snorts from beside you on the sofa, and bokuto just laughs.Â
âwhat?â you mumble, only half-listening out to what heâs about to say.
âyouâre practically salivating over the guy, yâknow,â the itachiyama graduate deadpans. âiâm glad he didnât come to our uni or youâd practically be following him around like a lovesick puppy.â
âi-â
japan wins the match that day. of course, kageyama is all over the news after that; labelled a genius setter straight out of a newly-revitalised powerhouse high school, and already competing on the world stage. your chest tightens when you see the post-match interviews.
kageyama sits there, his face calm and composed, as reporters throw question after question at him. he answers them with the same quiet determination you remember, though his voice has deepened, more self-assured now.
you feel a strange mix of pride and yearning. itâs ridiculous, really. you havenât spoken to him in years - if ever - and yet you canât help but feel connected to his success. like a win for him is also a win for you
later that evening, sakusa teases you again as you scroll through your phone, looking at photos from the match.
âjust send him a dm already,â he mutters, leaning his head against the back of the couch.
you blink a couple of times, considering the suggestion. but you quickly put it out of your mind.
âyeah. as if heâd even remember me.â
sakusa raises an eyebrow but says nothing more, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.
***
youâre there for sakusaâs big match - the msby jackals vs the schweiden adlers. itâs one of the most anticipated major league games of the whole season. mainly youâre going to support sakusa and his teammates like the good friend that you are.
⊠and kageyama being there doesnât hurt either.
the jackals win. itâs strange seeing kageyama on the losing end, when heâs caused so much grief to seijoh in prefectural qualifiers, when heâs played against the worldâs best in a foreign country. still, he goes to congratulate the other team for a game well-played, and then joins his teamâs group huddle, smiling softly.
heâs got a kind of fire in him that warms your heart too.
it makes you think, in a moment of insanity, that maybe you should go and talk to him. reconnect. after all, heâs someone you think youâd life to have in your life.
but you wonât. heâs in a league of his own, and out of yours.
you focus instead on the jackalsâ celebratory cheers, and cheer along with the other fans. bokuto has somehow managed to lift a protesting sakusa onto his shoulders, and atsumu and hinata⊠are nowhere to be found. thatâs strange, considering theyâre the ones who get the metaphorical victory lap up and running.
â- yeah, right this way, tobio-kun, sheâs waiting for you up in the stands -â
âhurry up, bakayama, itâs rude to keep a girl waiting!â
with a jolt, you whip your head around, and you canât tell if this is your lifelong dream or your worst nightmare come to life, but -Â
itâs tobio kageyama, standing in front of you. flanked by two very pleased-looking msby black jackals members.
âthank us when youâre married and living in the suburbs with two beautiful kids!â atsumu yells, already fleeing the scene with a giggling hinata.
you turn to face kageyama, wishing you could disappear from under his piercing gaze.
âuh, hi. sorry about them - theyâre just messing with you. you probably donât remember me, so -â you turn to leave. âiâll just⊠go. great match, by the way! you did amazing.â
but he stops you, strong hand encircling your wrist, and you think youâre going to combust on the spot. he quickly removes his hand - though the tingling sensation remains, still - and scratches his head, averting his eyes.Â
you stare up at him, and find heâs even more beautiful up close.
âi remember you,â he says finally, his hand coming down to rest by his thigh. âfrom middle school. we were classmates.â
âyeah,â you murmur, more than a little surprised. âi saw you training in the gym a lot.â
âand you became aoba johsaiâs manager, too. you were a good manager to them,â he says plainly.Â
it makes you smile. âthanks. i watched your olympic matches, and you absolutely killed it.â
he looks confused for a second. âi donât remember killing anyone -â
âitâs a, uh. figure of speech,â you explain quickly. âwhat i mean to say is, you were - are! - really, really good. youâve come a long way.â
he says your name then, and you find you like the way it sounds on his tongue, even if you didnât know he knew it. "i'm sorry. i never had the courage to say anything to you back in middle school or high school. i was worried you might not even know who i was."
"are you kidding?" you laugh. "you're tobio kageyama."
he flushes slightly in a way you think is really, really cute.
"so... how do you feel about getting some coffee after this? i'll pack my stuff up, take a quick shower."
he might be a grown man now, but underneath lies the same nervous middle schooler you once knew. you're nervous too, and it makes you want to take you up on his offer.
and so you do.
you smile over at his departing form, and feel a familiar stirring sensation - the one that comes with a win.
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I don't think I ever posted or hinted at this specific point I'm gonna ramble about but when I say that Filbrick was that "IDGAF about everything parent unless it's to save face" I genuinely mean that. To the point that his three sons didn't ever have what you would consider a birthday "party". Caryn always made sure to take them out and get them gifts for their birthdays and relatives always made sure to send greetings and well wishes, but they never got the chance to celebrate those age milestones with crazy parties like most people(1st, 6th, 18th, 21st, etc.).
Shermie in particular was really pissed at that during his teenage years and went absolutely WILD during his university years to make up for it. Now he doesn't really care and thinks he's drank enough alcohol in his lifetime to probably last.
Stan and Ford on the other hand were pretty indifferent considering that they figured they were probably just too old to have a party like that and they've gone to other people's celebrations anyway. Ford in particular isn't so fond of the huge gatherings because it just makes his brain unhappy and Stan just on the fence where if the opportunity is there, then go! If it isn't then it's okay. That kind of thing.
THOUGH! It's a bit sad that I didn't get to launch this AU until very late because I actually did plan on Fidds throwing them one hell of a blowout to celebrate their 21st(this year!) after hearing that they never had a birthday party. I'll probably post here concepts or "pictures" of how I think that night went down while I'm handling the Christmas event on the other blog because Fidds loves parties and he has enough money to throw at fucking everything so WHY NOT LMAO
Also also, I did mention that Fidds' family is loaded and I actually have a very good reason as to why I decided on that instead of following the typical financial states of the original characters in canon.
#gravity falls#gravity falls stanford#stanford pines#ford pines#gravity falls ford#gf stanford#ford#gravity falls au#stanford#standford pines#stanely pines#stan#young stanford pines#stanly pines#stan pines#gravity falls stanley#stan and ford#stan twins#stanley pines#modernity au#gf shermie#gravity falls shermie#shermie pines#character headcanons
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I saw a post that I do not agree with and I went through the tags to see what other people felt andâŠ
Guys I hate to be the one that says this to you but thereâs not single companion in Veilguard whoâs under 20. They were all alive during the events of Origins and the youngest is probably Harding who was in Redcliffe during the Blight
Theyâre not spring chickens new to the world, theyâve got a median age of 37
#most of them were probably teenagers during it#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#âpotentially not even born yetâ WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???#the blight was 20 years ago#if you want protagonist who are young play origins
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Today on Morph brainrot hours: Hermitcraft FMA AU!
except its kinda only Boatem and also Gem and kind of Skizz because. There's too many hermits I can't accurately au them sorryyyy
So! Role call!
Pearl - Lieutenant Colonel Seyche Pearl, the Shifting Earth Alchemist. She became a State Alchemist before the Ishvalan Civil War and joined eventually joined the war. She was assigned to protect the military doctors. After the war, she was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel and transferred to Central, where she now does field work and assists with the alchemical laboratory research efforts, specifically with Gem.
Gem - Major General Taylor Gemini, the Mending Alchemist. She was one of the top military doctors during the war, not just for her skill in the medical field but also in the literal warzone. Though she wasn't involved in the work with Philosopher Stones, she did hear rumors about it from the other doctors. She started researching bio-alchemy, earned her State Alchemist license, and eventually became head of the 4th Laboratory.
Impulse - Major Stevens Impulse. Impulse transferred from East to Central shortly after the war and came under Pearl's command. Old friends with Grian, Scar, and Skizz back from the military academy and through the war. He frequently accompanies Gem and Pearl, who are...notoriously bad at watching their backs.
Grian - The Windstorm Alchemist, I haven't decided on his real name yet but most people just call him by his title. Became a State Alchemist right before state alchemists were called in to Ishval and Impulse, Skizz, and Scar came under his command. Some time after the war ended, Grian decided to remain a State Alchemist for research opportunities and transferred to Central, coming under Pearl's command. Both of his arms are automail.
Near the end of the Ishvalan Civil War, Skizz died during a skirmish. Impulse did not take this very well and was transferred to Central not long after the war ended. Grian and Scar blamed themselves for Skizz's death because Grian was his CO and Scar's negligence was partially the cause of his death (though Grian would argue otherwise). While Scar was not a state alchemist, he does know alchemy.
So Grian and Scar decide to bring Skizz back to life. With predictable results. The rebound cost Grian's arms and Scar's legs. The two managed to drag themselves to Mumbo's workshop, leaving the poor man to freak out over his two friends who are both missing half their limbs.
Mumbo, with some help from his boss Tango, makes Grian and Scar new automail limbs. Scar decides to resign from the military and chills in Rush Valley with Mumbo, but Grian continues with his research.
After Grian transfers to Central, he, Gem, Pearl, and Impulse make some headway into Gem's investigation about Philosopher Stones, discovering the passageway under Lab 4 leading the Lab 5. Gem and Pearl go in first, discovering a philosopher stone and barely escape with their lives, Grian and Impulse following them to give backup. Grian gets ahold of Marcoh's documents before the Library burns down and him, Gem, and Pearl all have an aneurysm trying to decode it. No one is happy with the results when they're done anyways.
Also this is all happening in tandem to the canon events of FMA. This is about all i have right now lol I just needed to spill these thoughts from my head XD thanks for reading
#my rants#hermitcraft#fullmetal alchemist#pearlescentmoon#grian#geminitay#impulsesv#just gonna tag them cuz theyre the most important ones in this au#doc and ren would both be chimeras#cleo probably would be too#oh yeah also grian and pearl are siblings in this au#though they were seperated during their like teenage years#pearl joined the military first as a state alchemist#while grian went through military camp#anyways i thought itd be funny if pearl was grians commanding officer#gem slays so much in this au its not good for her#so does pearl and grian for that matter actually#grian begs roy to teach him flame alchemy at one point#everyone is against that idea#gem and riza are sniper buddies#grian and ed see each others automail limbs at the same time#and both of them are like#'squints suspiciously'#pearl is fast friends with alex#she is prone to making sculptures with her alchemy and armstrong absolutely approves
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đȘ Slasher đȘ Choose Your Own Ending
pairing: DARK horror movie villain!bucky barnes x female reader
summary: somehow, you end up in your favorite old horror movie, and you decide to take the opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasiesâyou're gonna fuck the villain, bucky barnes.
warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), dark themes and elements, typical horror movie violence (blood, murder, some gruesome descriptions), smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, unsafe sadist/masochist dynamic (reader is into it but there are no safe words), dry humping, knife kink, size kink, chase kink, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, rough body play, light spanking, choking, breath play, bratting/brat taming (reader is slightly unhinged), dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, boot riding, dacryphilia, pet names (cottontail, baby), reader passes out during sex, possessive behavior
word count: 13.3k total (11.6k with only the dark ending; 11.9k with only the fluffy ending)
a/n: i really didn't know if i'd be able to finish this fic in time for the end of my Slasher Summer challenge because it's probably one of the most ambitious fics i've ever attempted. it's loosely inspired by the movie The Final Girls (highly recommend) but i couldn't decide how i wanted it to end, so y'all get TWO ENDINGS!! both are included here, with additional warnings down below. i worked really hard on this, so i really hope y'all enjoy!!! đ
The last thing you remembered was the feel of fuzzy static on your tongue, fizzling through your arms and legs and making you feel like every nerve ending in your body was buzzing to life. You had a vague memory of licking something you probably shouldnât have, but then your ears popped and you felt solid ground beneath your feet.
Staticky silence was suddenly replaced by shrill screams of excitement and the mechanical whirring of carnival rides. The rich scents of funnel cakes and popcorn and cotton candy filled your nose, making your mouth water with the desire to eat your weight in fried food.
Blinking your eyes openânot remembering when youâd closed themâyou were met with the entrance to the Bakersfield Fun Fair. The big banner declaring the name of the carnival sparked a hazy recognition deep in your mind, but when you looked around, you didnât quite recognize where you were, and you had no memory of how youâd gotten there.Â
Still, something about the fairground, with its ticket booth and carnival rides and all kinds of stalls selling food or touting games to play for prizes, felt familiar. Like youâd seen it in a dream, or when you were a child the memory was a distant thing.Â
Muggy summer air brushed against your skin with a soft breeze that helped to alleviate the worst of the heat, the air holding a hint of chill as the sun set on the distant horizon. It cast everything you could see, which was mainly just the carnival and the grassy field being used for a parking lot, in a golden glow.Â
Finally, it occurred to you to look down at yourself, finding that you were wearing cutoff jean shorts and a plain tank topâneither of which you recognized.Â
The confusion youâd held at bay suddenly overwhelmed you, making you feel as dizzy as if youâd just ridden the tilt-a-whirl, which you somehow knew was nestled somewhere in the fairgrounds. Your stomach lurched as your mind tried to make sense of where you were and how youâd gotten there. You closed your eyes and tried to think.Â
As you concentrated, memories began to surface in your mind, like you were dragging them up from the depths of a deep, murky lake.Â
It wasnât summer. It was fall, you remembered, and just moments before youâd been curled up on the worn, aged rug in your grandmotherâs basement. You were housesitting for her while she was on a cruise.Â
You remembered closing your laptop, heaving a huge sigh of relief at finishing work for the day, then going down into the basement. Youâd spent countless hours there as a teenager watching movies on the big, boxy TV set, the kind where you could feel the static if you put your hand against the screen. Your favorite movies to watch were the horror onesâŠ
That was it!Â
That was why Bakersfield and the carnival seemed so familiar. Bakersfield was the small town terrorized by the ruthless villain in your favorite horror movie, Slasher, and the final actâs killing spree took place at the townâs annual end of summer carnival. The Bakersfield Fun Fair.
And the villain was Bucky Barnes, a psychotic killer with a sadistic sense of humor and piercing blue eyes.Â
Youâd had a crush on him when youâd first watched Slasher as a teenager, and your attraction to him remained even well into your adult years. Youâd decided to put the movie on because youâd been lonely at your grandmotherâs, figuring a night with your favorite horror movie slasher would be the closest thing to a date you could get.
Once you remembered that, the rest of it came back to you. Youâd been curled up on the rug in front of the TV, and your favorite scene had come on. It was the one where Bucky is cleaning a bullet wound in his shoulderâgiven to him by the movieâs mean girl, right before he brutally stabs her in the headâand he had his shirt off, showing the broad expanse of his muscled chest.
It hadnât been your finest moment, but you were lonely and you got it into your head to lick the screen of the TV over Buckyâs bare chest. And then, that was it. That was all you rememberedâand the feeling of static on your tongue.
Opening your eyes, you looked up at the banner again. You blinked. And blinked again. Then you pinched yourself. You didnât wake up.Â
The sign still read Bakersfield Fun Fair. ButâŠthat was impossible.
Your jaw went slack as you looked aroundâreally looked at your surroundings.
In the time that youâd spent figuring out where you were, the sun had dipped behind the tops of the trees in the forest beyond the fairground, turning the sky pink and orange, fading into a deep cerulean. There was a ferris wheel in the distance, and the canopy top of a carousel off to the side.Â
There were lines of stalls stretching in both directions beyond the entrance to the fair, some with ring toss games and others with milk bottles to be knocked over. Other stalls were selling all kinds of junk food, from cotton candy to candy apples.Â
Everything looked and sounded and smelled real. You could practically taste the funnel cake on your tongue, and feel the powered sugar-covered fried dough melting in your mouth. You could clearly see the faces of all the people milling around the fair, kids breaking off with hands clasped tight around their tickets as they went running down the various rows of stalls.Â
And the closer you looked, the more realized everything was dated. The clothes, the rides, the toy prizes. Everything looked like it was from the early 90s, when Slasher was made. Even your own clothes and the tennis shoes on your feet looked like they were out of the 90s.Â
It was bizarre, and yet, it didnât feel like a dream. But it had to be a dream. Right?
Spinning around in a circle, you decided that had to be the case. It was the only thing that made sense. Itâs not like you couldâve been transported into the world of your favorite horror movie. Stuff like that didnât happen; it broke all rules of physics and other science stuff you didnât understand.
Deciding to just roll with it and enjoy your dream, you shrugged off your confusion and headed into the Bakersfield Fun Fair. While you meandered down one of the lines of stalls, you wondered if youâd see any of the characters from the movie. You wondered if youâd see Bucky.Â
You almost tripped over the grass beneath your feet at the thought, your heart speeding up in your chest and beating excitedly against your rib cage as you considered the possibility of actually meeting your biggest horror movie crush.Â
But your mind didnât stop there. Oh no. You were the girl whoâd decided to lick an old, staticky TV because it was the closest you thought youâd ever get to licking Buckyâs bare chest.Â
Naturally, your mind took the thought of meeting him much further and you thought about fulfilling one of your most cherished fantasies. If you were in the world of Slasher, you wanted to fuck Bucky Barnes.Â
Before youâd ended up at the Bakersfield Fun Fair, in some ultra-realistic dream, the closest you couldâve gotten was finding a guy who looked like Bucky Barnes and try to convince him to wear the Slasher mask while chasing you through the woods.Â
But youâd found yourself in the world of your favorite horror movieâwhether by way of your subconscious dreaming about it, or some breakdown of the space-time continuumâand you had the chance to fuck the actual Bucky Barnes. Giddy excitement flooded through you, and you began skipping down the line of carnival stalls, trying to remember what exactly happens in the final act of Slasher.
It probably shouldâve worried you how unconcerned you were with the possibility that Bucky could kill you before you even got started trying to convince him to fuck you. But it was your dream, so what was the worst that could happen? If he killed you, youâd just wake up horny and dissatisfied, right? Then, youâd have to take care of yourself, which wasnât any different to any other day of your life.
Nah, you were almost entirely certain you were in a dream, and because it was your dream, you wouldnât have too much trouble getting Bucky to fuck you. You just had to find himâŠ
As if right on cue, screams erupted from the opposite end of the fairground, and it sparked your memory. The action at the end of Slasher ramps up when Bucky storms the Bakersfield Fun Fair and the final girl, along with the remainder of her friends, try to set a trap for him.Â
Trying to hid your giddy grin, you raced through the fairground, heading in the direction of the screams. Since youâd remembered the beginning of the end of the movie, you couldnât help but think about what else happens. Bucky carves through the final girlâs friends one by one in various, gruesome ways on the carnival rides at the fair. Then, the final girl eventually traps him by crushing his arm in the gears of the carousel.Â
Bucky doesnât die, of course. He comes back in the sequel, Slasher II, and sports a metal arm that glimmers in the moonlight while he stalks the final girl around Bakersfield all over again. Itâs not nearly as good as the first movie, but Bucky is still very hot, and you watched the sequel nearly as many times as the original when you were a teenager.
You were so distracted by thoughts of Buckyâs prosthetic arm, and what it would feel like to have his metal hand wrapped around your throat while he fucked you, that you didnât realize you were suddenly alone in the fairground, and youâd made it to the Tunnel of Love ride.Â
It was then that you spotted the macabre scene of the final girlâs best friendâyou couldnât remember the characterâs name, it was something boring like Johnâwith his heart ripped out of his chest and held in his limp, dead hands. His lifeless eyes stared unseeingly ahead, looking almost like a movie prop, but so, so much more real.
This particular kill was one of Slasherâs most controversial, you remembered. Half the cult fandom argued it was too on the nose, since the movie heavily implied John was in love with the movieâs final girl and never found the courage to tell her. The other half of the fandom enjoyed the tragic romance of it.Â
Personally, you didnât care much about the kills or the drama between the final girl and the other characters. You really only watched Slasher for Bucky, and only cared about the creativity of the murders when he looked particularly hot doing them.Â
Your mind whirled as you stared at Johnâs dead body, your brain focusing on the Slasher message boards youâd trawled well into your college years, rather than trying to make sense of the horrible sight in front of you. It really, really looked like real blood soaking his clothesâand you could even smell the coppery tang of it in the air.
Instinctively, you took a step back, the grass of the fairground soft beneath your feet. The sun had slipped fully behind the trees of the forest beyond the fairground, casting long, ominous shadows over the scene. Your heart beat harder in your chest, and you took another step back, as if putting room between you and the horrific sight in front of you would somehow make it easier to reconcile.
You took one more step backward and bumped into something solid, something that you knew deep in your bones shouldnât be there.
The smell of blood was stronger suddenly, mixing with an earthy, spicy scent that didnât make sense for the carnival fairground. Holding your breath, you slowly looked over your shoulder and were met with the sight of a black leather-clad chest.Â
Already, you knew it was him. But you dragged your eyes up and sucked in a gasp when you met the piercing blue gaze of Bucky Barnes.
His eyes were filled with a cold hatred that was so visceral, it made your stomach twist in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. Inexplicably, warmth bloomed low in your core, unfurling and reacting to the villainâs presence. Finally, you were face to face with your biggest horror movie crush, and you couldnât help but take a moment to take all of him in.
Bucky Barnes was even bigger and more intimidating than he seemed on your TV screen, and he was more handsome too. His eyes were an electric blue, the color so bright, it seemed like it glowed from within. And his chin-length brown hair fell on either side of his face, highlighting the strong line of his brow and the intensity of his gaze.
The villainâs mouth and nose were covered by the hard plastic mask that matched the utilitarian leather jacket and combat pants he wore with thick, heavy boots. There were straps on the leather jacket that spanned his broad shoulders, and a utility belt around his trim waist where he secured the various knives and weapons he used throughout the movie.
Looking up at his face again, you realized Bucky was so much taller than you expected, standing behind you like a mountain of cold hatred, radiating danger and menace. Unfortunately for you, that only made the heat simmering in your belly burn hotter until you were squeezing your thighs together against the ache building there.Â
You knew your bodyâs reaction to the psychotic murderer was foolish, to say the least, but there was something about the dangerous man that made your heart beat harder, and made you want to spread your legs for him.Â
Glancing down to Buckyâs hand, you saw the big butcherâs knife dangling from his fingers. He hadnât raised it yet, and when you looked back into his eyes, the villain seemed to be watching you closely, as if wondering how you were going to react to him.Â
The longer you went without screaming or running away from him, the more his brows lowered over his eyes. He began to look perplexed.
That was fine, you could work with perplexed.
Carefully, as if dealing with an animal you didnât want to spook, you turned around and set your hands gently on Buckyâs massive chest, your fingertips toying idly with the leather straps on his jacket. Holding his gaze with your own, you slid your hands up to his shoulders and pushed yourself up onto you tiptoes so you could twine your arms around his neck, as if he were your boyfriend and you were welcoming him home.
âHi,â you murmured, your voice coming out breathy as your heart beat wildly in your chest. You fluttered your lashes at Bucky, figuring that if you didnât treat him like a threat, he wouldnât be. And so far, it was working.
The horror villain didnât seem inclined to respond to your shy greeting, so you pressed yourself close to him, enjoying the feel of his hard body against your soft one. Arching your spine, you pushed your tits up in your tank top, as if offering them to him.Â
You were gratified when Buckyâs gaze dropped to your lightly heaving chest, and felt his empty hand twitch against your bare thigh, like he wanted to touch you but was holding himself back. Not that you needed him to touch you to know he was enjoying the feel of you against him.
Buckyâs bulge was already digging into your lower stomach, and you suspected heâd already been hard before youâd pressed against him. But still, you were gratified when, every time you shifted against him, he twitched in his pants, his cock eagerly responding to you.Â
The interest of Buckyâs cock had a smile spreading across your face, making you look like the cat who got the cream as you tipped your head back and grinned shamelessly up at the horror movie villain.
âIs that a knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?â you purred, rocking your body against Buckyâs bulge and pressing your chest more tightly to his leather jacket. You were practically rubbing on him like a cat in heat, but you couldnât stop yourself. It felt too good to feel his solid, sturdy form against you.
As you shifted closer, you could feel the tackiness of blood on your arms and chest, and when you glanced down, you saw that some had stuck to you from Buckyâs jacket. It was odd to see the blood on your skin, but it felt like another reminder of what you were doingâand, especially, who you were doing it with.Â
Fire was blazing through your veins as you cast your hooded eyes on Buckyâs face, your mouth going soft as you met his piercing gaze. There was a cold flame in the depths of his blue eyes, one youâd never seen in all the times youâd watched Slasher, and it filled you with pride to realize Bucky liked having you pressed against him.Â
In response to your question, which youâd almost forgotten in the seconds after it passed your lips, Bucky huffed a laugh behind his mask. Then his hands were on your ass, and he was grabbing your soft flesh with an unyielding grip. He hiked you up higher against his chest, using his inhuman strength, and your legs fell open instinctively, so his thick bulge dug into the juncture of your thighs.Â
A wanton moan fell from your lips, your head falling back as you rocked your hips in tiny circles, grinding on Buckyâs hard cock through your clothes. You could feel the flat steel of his knife pressed to the back of your thigh, and your core pulsed at the weaponâs proximity to your most sensitive place, but you didnât have any worry he was going to use it on youânot when he was staring at you with such a greedy look in his eyes.
Bucky growled out, âDumb slut,â as his fingers dug into your ass through your jean shorts, but you were too distracted by humping against the mountain of a man, pleasure swirling through your body and filling your head with cotton candy nothing.Â
All that mattered was grinding against Buckyâs bulge, and the fact that you were finallyâfinallyâgetting to live out your darkest fantasies of fucking the horror movie villain.
âYâknow, I always wondered if killing made your cock hard,â you murmured breathlessly, catching Buckyâs eye and giving him a cheeky grin. âGuess I have my answer now.â You dragged the seam of your shorts up the thick length of Buckyâs cock, drawing a growl from him, your smile spreading wider. âUnless you just have a soft spot for dumb sluts like me,â you said, giggling at your own joke and batting your lashes at him.
Bucky shook his head at you, but not like he was disagreeing with youâmore like he was already exasperated with your antics.Â
âI thought I already killed this townâs biggest slut,â Bucky ground out, and though you couldnât see his mouth or jaw, you somehow knew he was grinding his teeth. His fingers dug harder into your ass, his grip nearly punishing as you squirmed against him.Â
You found an angle that had your clit rubbing against the tip of Buckyâs cock through your clothes and you let your head fall back, a filthy moan spilling from your lips. The obscene sound rose toward the darkening sky above the fairgrounds, loud against the silence that had fallen over the deserted carnival.
When you managed to get control of your tongue again, and pick up the thread of your conversation, you shot Bucky another grin.
âIâm not from Bakersfield,â you purred, pulling yourself closer to Buckyâs face, until your lips were nearly brushing against the hard plastic of his mask. You could feel his breath, hot and heavy, gusting through the slots on the front, making you shiver. Your expression settled into one of fake seriousness as you stared him in the eye. âAnd you have no idea how much of a slut I can be.â
A growl rumbled in Buckyâs chest, and his blue eyes narrowed on you, like a predator deciding on its prey.Â
âIs that a challenge or an invitation, little cottontail?â
He slapped your ass with the flat of his knife, an obvious instruction to keep humping against him.Â
As you followed the order, you choked out a one word answer, âBoth!â Then bit your lip against a moan, hiding your delight at the nicknameâand your surprise that Bucky would call you anything so sweet.Â
But you didnât seem to be grinding against him hard enough, because he dragged the sharp edge of his knife over the backs of your thighs, just beneath the curve of your ass. He didnât press hard enough to break skin, but you could feel the threat in the gesture.
You lost the battle against trembling in the big, horror movie villainâs arms, and whimpered, rocking against him harder as a single tear leaked down your cheek. Pleasure was pulsing through your body, hard and fast, the same rhythm in which your heart beat in your chest.
Bucky rumbled a sound of pleasure, his blue eyes going molten as he watched the tear track down your face. He seemed to have forgotten your conversation entirely, more focused on your smaller body humping against his larger one.
You had long since soaked through your panties, and you could feel your arousal leaking through your shorts, coating your inner thighs in your wetness. But dry humping with Bucky wasnât what you had in mind when youâd fantasized about the horror movie villain through most of your adult years. You needed more, and you had just the ideaâa fantasy youâd long wanted to fulfill. With Bucky Barnes especially.
âI know youâre sort of busy, killing and all that,â you huffed, your body straining to keep rocking against his thick length with the speed he desired. âBut I was wondering if you might want to take a break and play a game with me?â Your voice was hopelessly breathless and breathlessly hopeful, the pleading in your tone blatant as your words pitched higher with your question.Â
Buckyâs brows lowered in confusion. âWhat kind of game?â came his rumbling, distorted voice from behind his mask.
With a flash of a smirk, you shifted one hand to his shoulder, where you remembered the bullet wound would be beneath his jacket. You could feel the slight raise of the bandages beneath the leather, and you dug your thumb into the spot. You were rewarded by a vicious growl and Buckyâs hands falling away from your ass, the cold steel of his knife disappearing from your skin.
Hopping down, you danced a few feet away from the now-enraged psychopathic killer, making sure you were beyond the reach of his long arms, including the length of his knife before you stopped. Something in your core tightened with excitement when Buckyâs cold, blue eyes focused entirely on you. Even the sight of him shaking out his arm seemed somehow threatening.Â
You could see the dark stain of deep red blood in the black leather of his jacket, and couldnât help but grin. Youâd unleashed the darkest side of him, and you couldnât be more giddy.
You knew Bucky had been holding back on you while youâd been in his arms. But you didnât want to fuck a horror movie villain because you wanted some harmless dry humping. You wanted him to wreck you. You wanted him to hunt you down and make you his.
âThe game is this,â you began, skipping back a few steps when Bucky lunged for youâthough you noticed he reached for you with his free hand, rather than his knife, which you took as a good sign and grinned wider. âIf you catch me, you can fuck me.â You held his gaze, your smile turning a little feral as you watched the seething villain. âAs hard and as rough as you want.â
Your final words made Bucky pause, like a predator going still right before launching itself at its prey. His electric blue eyes shone brighter, reflecting the neon lights of the carnival as they fall across his handsome face.Â
You could feel the energy in him shift, and even though you couldnât see his mouth, you somehow knew he was grinning. You suspected it was even more feral than your own smile. Â
âYou really are the dumbest fucking slut, little cottontail,â Bucky growled, equal parts humor and menace in his tone, sending a delicious shiver skating down your spine. He took a step forward, his eyes sharp as they watched you skip backward, staying out of reach of his hand and his knife. âYou better not let me catch you, baby, because if I do, Iâm going to make you scream bloody murder as I split you open with my cock.â
The grin on your face was so wide it was beginning to make your cheeks hurt, but you couldnât wipe it away even if youâd tried. Your entire body was buzzing with anticipation, adrenaline already pumping through your veins as you prepared to run. But you couldnât help yourself, you had to taunt Bucky just a little more. If you were only going to get one chance to fuck your horror movie villain crush, you were going to make it count.
âBet you say that to all the girlsâbet none of them can scream like me,â you sassed, bouncing on the balls of your feet and scampering back a few more steps when Bucky took another menacing step forward, his big, heavy boot crunching the grass beneath him.Â
You laughed at his scowling face, the sound loud and wild in the quiet that had fallen over the fairgrounds. Even the music of the carousel had gone silent. But you couldnât hold your tongue. You loved the look of danger on Buckyâs face too much.
âYou gotta catch me first, Mr. Slasher, then weâll see if you can make me scream.â
With that parting challenge, you gave Bucky one last cheeky, impertinent smile, and the you turned and took off.Â
Sprinting off into the Bakersfield Fun Fair, you didnât dare look behind you, knowing instinctively that Bucky would be close on your heels. Your mind raced as you tried to form some kind of plan, since you hadnât thought this far ahead.Â
Of course, you had every intention of letting Bucky catch you, but you didnât want to make it too easy for him. Besides, youâd always wanted to be chased by the hot horror movie villain, then overpowered and taken by the brutal man, so you wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself as well.
As you turned a corner and began running down a row of carnival rides and games on the edge of the fairground, you spotted the funhouse in front of you. Grinning wildly, you pushed to run a little harder and launched yourself up the metal stairs leading into the funhouse.
There was a spinning barrel right away, and you clambered through it, the silence inside the funhouse swallowing you up as you plunged into the depths of the structure. Hauling yourself up a flight of stairs, you stumbled to a stop when you found that the interior of the funhouse was a maze of mirrors.
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as you began moving through the maze, your hands outstretched to feel your way between the mirrors. Too soon, you heard Buckyâs heavy footsteps on the metal stairs leading up to the level with the maze and you tried to scurry faster, but you kept bumping into mirrors thinking they were a clear path forward.
A deep, dark chuckle echoed through the stuffy room in the funhouse, the sound distorted through Buckyâs mask, making him truly sound like a horror movie villain.Â
The sound of his laugh sent a shiver racing down your spine, your heart rate picking up as you heard his heavy boots begin walking through the maze. It seemed like he was moving much faster than you and you tried to pick up your pace.
âWhen I get my hands on you, little cottontail,â Bucky began, his menacing voice filtering to you easily, sounding like he was right behind you. âYouâre going to regret being such a dumb slutâIâm going to destroy your tight holes with my cock and ruin you until youâre all mine.â
âDonât threaten me with a good time!â you called over your shoulder, just before barreling into another mirror with a defeated, âoof,â as you tried to escape the maze.Â
Huffing in frustration, you turned and went down another path, your panicked breaths so loud in your ears, you couldnât hear Buckyâs footsteps anymore. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, but your lungs protested, your pounding heart making you feel the blood pumping through your veins with every step you took.
âIf youâre a good slut, maybe I wonât kill you,â Bucky rumbled, his voice definitely closer than it should be, and you whipped around, looking for the source. But he was no where in sight. âMaybe Iâll keep youâchain you up in my basement, and use your body like the fuck hole you were meant to be.â
You tried to ignore the way your pussy quivered at Buckyâs threat, your body wanting him to do exactly that. But you pushed on, though you were having a harder and harder time remembering why you didnât want him to catch you. Your panties were soaked and your hole was aching to be filled. And Bucky seemed more than willing to fuck you until you were nothing more than the dumb slut he accused you of being.
Rounding a corner, you gasped loudly as the massive form of Bucky Barnes loomed in front of you, his blue eyes immediately finding yours and making you feel like prey trapped by a much larger predator.Â
Spinning on the ball of your foot, you turned and tried to escape in the other direction, only to run head first into Buckyâs chest. His arms closed around you, and you belatedly realized the Bucky youâd seen had been a reflection in one of the mirrors. He wasted no time, squeezing you so tight to his body that you cried out, his strength forcing the air from your lungs. You were caught.
âI win, little cottontail,â Bucky sneered, crushing you harder to his chest while you struggled to breathe, your ribs feeling like they were on the verge of snapping.
Then, suddenly, he let you go and you slumped to your knees, your legs giving out as you fell to the metal floor of the funhouse. Your head was spinning from the lack of air and you focused on pulling as much oxygen into your lungs as possible, the adrenaline in your body making you feel your heartbeat in your temples.Â
While you were distracted, Bucky quickly worked his pants open and before you knew what was happening, his thick, heavy cock fell on your face with a lewd slapping sound. You flinched. But then Buckyâs musky scent filled your nose, and you relaxed. Warmth spread through your body as your mind went fuzzy for an entirely different reason than lack of oxygen.Â
Your mouth fell open instinctively, your head tipping back to press your lips to his girth, and you felt more wetness dripping from your slit between your thighs.Â
Bucky chuckled at your obvious submission, but still used the flat tip of his knife to tip your face back further, until it was practically horizontal. He worked his hips languidly, sliding his cock over your face, precum dripping onto your skin and making a mess of your cheeks and forehead.
âOpen your mouth wider, dumb slut,â Bucky growled, his eyes glittering in the dim funhouse as he stared down at you.Â
When you did as he ordered, sticking your tongue out for good measure, the tip playing with his balls, the horror villain made a pleased sound deep in his chest. You had the distinct impression he was smiling again, and you almost dared to ask him to take off the mask, but decided against it. Part of the fun of fucking Bucky Barnes was him keeping the mask on.Â
âGood girl,â Bucky purred, petting your head with his free hand. He dragged his hips back and pushed the leaking head of his dick into your mouth. âNow, suck.â
The metal flooring of the funhouse dug painfully into your knees, but you pushed the pain from your mind as you focused entirely on Buckyâs cock. Wrapping your lips around the head, you sucked gently, the taste of his precum bursting on your tongue. Your chest warmed with pride when he groaned in pleasure.
Youâd intended to take your timeâwanting to savor Buckyâs cock and learn every inch of the thick, veiny length before making him come in your mouth. But it seemed your horror movie crush didnât have the patience for that. You supposed you shouldnât be surprised. You did make him chase you.Â
âIs that all ya got, little cottontail?â Bucky growled, using the hand on your head to push you down roughly on his cock, making you gag, your hands flailing against his hard thighs. âI thought you were some kind of slutâthought youâd be throating my cock the second you got your lips around it.âÂ
Tears poured down your cheeks as he pushed deeper with a grunt, your fingers curling into fists against his thighs as you tried to open for him. Buckyâs cock forcing its way into your throat stung a little, and you worked to relax your muscles, but they kept squeezing tight, preventing his hard length from sliding all the way in.
Finally, Bucky pulled his cock free from your mouth and you gasped for breath, a hand massaging your throat, the inside feeling raw already. But Bucky didnât seem to care.Â
He bent down over you, grabbing your face in his free hand and using the sharp end of his knife to wipe the tears from your face.Â
âI thought you wanted this, baby,â he rumbled, his tone mocking and patronizing, a laugh in his distorted voice that made you think he was grinning and enjoying your struggle more than he was trying to let on. âYou said I could fuck you as hard and rough as I want.â He paused to tsk at you. âYou canât even take my cock without gaggingâsome slut you are.â
Embarrassment and no small amount of humiliation flooded through you, making you pout. OK so maybe you were more of a slut in theory than in practice, but you did want this. And youâd been trying. Couldnât he see that?
Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared up at Bucky, your lips still pursed in a pout.Â
âYour cock is too big,â you huffed, a hint of a whine in your voice. âLet me try again.â
Bucky laughed, the sound cold and mean, though that only made your pussy drip even more for him. He patted your cheek patronizingly with his knife before fixing you with a hard look.
âYou either take my whole cock in your dumb slut mouth, little cottontail,â he growled, a threat in his tone. âOr Iâll make you take it, ya hear me?â
The menace in his deep voice sent a shiver racing down your spine, settling heavily between your thighs until you had to squeeze them together against the ache in your core. You nodded your understanding. âYes, sir,â you murmured.Â
âGood girl,â came Buckyâs rumbling, terrifying voice. Then he stood up and shoved his cock into your mouth again, so suddenly that all you could do was make a muffled, surprised noise and take it.Â
You bobbed on the hard, thick length of Buckyâs cock, stretching your lips until the edges stung, forcing his girth deep into your mouth. You gagged when the tip pressed against the back of your throat, but you tried to ignore your bodyâs response and work past it. No matter how hard you tried, though, you couldnât get his dick all the way inside your mouth.
After a few minutes of letting you try and watching you fail, Bucky let out an impatient growl before muttering, âLooks like you need me to make you take my cock, baby.â Both his hands grabbed your head and he tilted it back, so your gaze met his. âJust remember, if youâd been a better slut, you wouldnât have made me do this.â
Your eyes widened, tears leaking out the corners as he moved you into the new position he wanted, with your back to one of the mirrors, your head trapped between the hard surface and his cock. Your fingers fisted in the fabric of his pants near his knees, but you didnât protest, just stared up at your horror movie villain, anticipation zipping through your body.
âDonât worry, little cottontail,â Bucky rumbled, and you could tell he was smiling again, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a telltale way. âThis wonât hurt nearly as much as if Iâd slit your throatâbut itâll probably last longer than it wouldâve taken you to bleed out.â
At that ominous comment, your pussy clenched, even more wetness dripping from your pussy and soaking your shorts. You clenched your thighs together, but that was the only part of your body you could move other than your arms. You were helpless to Buckyâs brutality, and you loved it. If his cock wasnât already buried in your mouth, you wouldâve urged him on.
Wasting no more time, Bucky shoved his dick deep into your mouth, pushing past the squeezing muscles in your throat, groaning when you choked and gagged on his thick cock. Your jaw ached and your throat felt raw, but you accepted it, you welcomed it. Buckyâs roughness was only making your pussy wetter, and you couldnât wait until you could feel him sinking into your tight, wet hole.
Still, you couldnât quite control your bodyâs reaction to the intrusion in your throat. Your throat spasmed and you let out a strangled little sound of desperation as it got harder to breathe. You arms flailed and your body tried to escape, only to bang against the mirror behind you. The fact that you were trapped, really trapped, made more tears leak from your eyes.Â
âThatâs it, baby, cry for me while youâre choking on my cock,â Bucky rumbled, holding your head in his hands as he stared down at you, kneeling for him, your throat bulging with his cock. His eyes sparkled like he enjoyed the sight far too much. âYour dumb slut tears are making me harder.âÂ
You felt his cock throb in your throat as proof, but then he was pulling back, only for his hips to snap forward, burying his hard length in your throat all over again. More tears poured down your face, your throat closing on a sob that wrenched a deep, pleasured groan from Bucky.
âFuck, thatâs itâtake it, slut, you might be crying, but you fucking love it, donât you, little cottontail?â Bucky rumbled, breathless laughter in his tone. âYou love letting me use your mouth like my own personal fuck toy, bet your pussyâs dripping onto the floor, making a mess of your thighs like âm gonna make a mess of your face, huh?â
You couldnât help it, you moaned around Buckyâs cock, his words stoking the blazing fire of your arousal. It didnât help matters that he was rightâyour thighs, your shorts and your panties were a mess, all soaked with your desire.Â
Bucky grunted when he felt you moan around his hardness, his hips snapping against your face harder as he pounded into your mouth. His hands held your head in a punishing grip, his cock ramming deep into your throat while the back of your skull was pressed against the mirror behind you.
A whine worked its way up your throat as you squirmed, your pussy pulsing with the need to be filled, to be rubbed, to get some kind of attention. One of your hands fell between your thighs and you rocked against it, your clit rubbing against the seam of your shorts until you were moaning and sobbing around Buckyâs cock.
Suddenly he stopped. âWhatâre you doinâ down there, little cottontail?â he rasped, ducking his head to the side so he could see around his cock and your face. When he caught you with your hand between your thighs, he laughed, his glittering blue eyes finding yours. âOh, I seeâthe dumb little slutâs dripping hole needs some attention, huh?âÂ
Bucky shifted, using his booted foot to kick your thighs apart on the metal floor of the funhouse. Then he shoved his boot between your legs, and jerked his head like he expected you to sit on it.
âYou need something to hump against, donât you, baby?â he asked, his tone mocking. âWell, go âhead. Ride my fucking boot, little cottontail.â His voice was dark and deep, the sound of it making you shiver. But you couldnât pretend you didnât want to follow his order, so you lowered yourself down onto his boot.
The moment your aching core dragged over the laces of Buckyâs boot, you let out a low, filthy moan, the sound muffled by his cock in your mouth. It was exactly the kind of friction you wanted, your clit and messy slit rubbing against the seam of your shorts and the roughness of his laces. Pleasure bloomed, hot and heady, and swirled through your body, overwhelming your mind.
Above you, Bucky groaned, shoving deeper into your throat until your nose was pressed into the thick thatch of hair at the base of his cock and his balls were nestled up against your chin. Spit and precum and tears were leaking down your face, making a mess of your jaw and chin, dripping down to your tits while Bucky watched you with hooded eyes.
âDo that again, baby,â Bucky grunted, holding your head down on his hardness. âMoan like a dumb fucking slut on my cock while I ruin your throat.âÂ
It took little effort to moan again as pleasure and pain swirled through your body, your hips working on Buckyâs boot, grinding your slick cunt against the stiff leather through your panties and shorts. Your clit rubbed over the laces, your mind filling with clouds of bliss as you sank into the feeling of your pussy grinding against Buckyâs boot and his cock fucking your throat.
Bucky was grunting and groaning loudly, his sounds of pleasure a reward for how good your slutty mouth was making him feel. He pounded into your face, his balls slapping against your chin, seeking his release while you humped against his boot, intent on finding your own pleasure while he used you.Â
You were both lost entirely in each other, too focused on seeking pleasure to notice someone else had entered the funhouse. Buckyâs eyes were only for you, and you were staring up too intently into his face, watching pleasure make his eyes go hazy to pay attention to your surroundingsâwhich was the only reason one of the final girlâs friends was able to sneak up on the two of you.
âGet away from her, you monster!â The girlâs shriek was followed closely by the splintering sound of a wooden bat as she swung it at Bucky, and the thing shattering apart against his back. Her face, twisted in fury and determination, quickly shifted to surprise and panic.
For his part, Bucky merely grunted, barely lurching forward as he shoved his cock impossibly deeper in your throat while he bore the attack. But then he was moving quicker than your pleasure-drunk eyes could fully process, your body only aware that he was pulling back until only the tip of him remained on your tongue. Growling furiously, Bucky turned and used his knife to slash the girlâs throat.
You vaguely recognized the girl as one of the characters in Slasher who gets killed at the carnival in the third act, though you couldnât remember which ride Bucky kills her on. Maybe it was the funhouseâthat would explain how she found the two of you.
In that moment, you didnât much care. Youâd been busy with Bucky and you were more than a little annoyed at the interruption. Your body was buzzing with your unslaked need, and you felt horny and frustrated as you turned your attention back to the horror villain above you.
But Buckyâs focus was entirely on the other girl, who was grabbing her throat uselessly, trying to stem the gush of blood as she stumbled into a mirror, leaving a bloody handprint behind. Buckyâs eyes were gleaming as he savored the sight of the dying girl, the corners of his eyes crinkling like he was grinning.
His cock was still in your mouth, but just barely, and the longer he watched the other girl die, the more a pout grew on your lips.Â
After a few long moments of the girlâs death dragging on, youâd had enough. This was your fantasy come to life, and if Bucky wasnât going to pay attention to you and get you off, then you were going to make him.Â
Carefully, you extracted yourself from between Bucky and the mirror youâd been pressed against, your pout only growing when his stiff cock slipped from your lips and he didnât even notice. Quickly, you crawled around the corner and once you were out of sight, you hopped up to your feet so you could move faster.
Your legs felt weak from your earlier running and kneeling on the hard, metal floorânot to mention how close youâd been to coming on Buckyâs boot. But you urged them to work as you moved as quietly as you could through the rest of the maze.
You were already almost to the exit when Bucky finally noticed youâd escaped. His angry roar of, âCOTTONTAIL!â echoed off the mirrors and metal walls inside the funhouse. But his rage only made you snicker. It was his own fault, after all.
âYou shoulda tied me down or paid more attention to me if you didnât want me getting away, Mr. Slasher,â you called over your shoulder, taunting him as you darted around the final corner in the mirror maze, finding your way out. You clambered through the rest of the funhouse, Buckyâs stomping footsteps reverberating around you and making your heart beat faster with fear and excitement.
You slid down the slide that worked as the exit from the funhouse and as soon as your feet hit the grass of the fairground, you sprinted off again. Wracking your brain, you tried to think about where else Bucky kills the final girlâs friends in the final act of Slasher. All you could remember was the ending, with the carousel.
You turned a corner, running in the opposite direction of the carousel and that area of the carnival, not wanting the final girl or anymore of her friends interrupting you once Bucky caught you again.
Sooner than you expected, a leather-clad chest slammed into your back and, within the next breath, you hit the grassy ground as Bucky tackled you. One of his hands wrapped around the front of your throat, his fingers digging into the sides of your neck while he pressed his face into the side of yours.
Even through his hard plastic mask, you could feel his breath on your skin, his hot, heavy breaths gusting past your cheek as he panted like a rabid dog.Â
âI win again, baby,â Bucky growled, his voice even more threatening thanks to the fury in it. He clearly didnât appreciate that youâd made him chase you again, and the coldness in his tone promised that while you might find pleasure in what he was about to do to you, you were also going to feel no small amount of pain.Â
âAnd you can be sure I wonât make the same mistake twice,â he went on, resting more of his weight on your back until you were pinned to the ground beneath him, your body struggling to catch your breath as he crushed your lungs. âNow that I have you, youâre never getting away from me againâyouâre mine, little cottontail.â
Your heart panged in your chest, and it took you a second to realize the feeling was yearning. Because that was the heart of it, wasnât it? You wanted someone to see you at your brattiest, with your darkest desires all laid outâand even seeing your soul bared for them, you wanted them to want to keep you. Part of you wanted to roll over and open your legs for Bucky, tell him you were his forever. But that wasnât really in your nature.
Instead, you huffed a belated laugh, squirming beneath Bucky and fighting against his considerable strength even though you knew it was no good. You werenât going anywhere, and you loved it.
âIâll believe it when I see it, Mr. Slasher,â you taunted, bucking your hips hard. You felt Buckyâs big body jostle just a little and, sensing a glimmer of freedom, you fought harder.Â
Then cold steel replaced Buckyâs hand at your throat and you went still. Despite the fact that heâd used the knife mere moments ago to kill someone else, you were almost certain he wasnât going to do the same to you. Well, pretty certain.
Besides, you were still convinced you were in a dream and dying would only wake you up. But with Buckyâs knife pressed to your neck, you didnât exactly want to test your theory.
The horror movie villain chuckled, his chest rumbling against your spine and his breath ghosting over your cheek.Â
âThatâs the first smart thing youâve done all night, little cottontail,â he murmured, his voice so dark and deep, it made you shiver.Â
He dug the steel of his knife into your throat, using his other hand to guide you up onto your hands and knees. Buckyâs big body was curled over yours, his hand reaching beneath you to grope your tits while he groaned against the side of your face.Â
âSuch soft tits, baby,â he grunted as his fingers kneaded your flesh through your tank top. Then his hand was diving under the fabric to pinch your nipples, making you cry out and arch your back. âYeah, thatâs it, ya dumb slut, let me hear how much you like having a monster like me playing with your tits.â
You whimpered when he pinched your nipple hard and shook your breast, the sting of pain and pleasure consuming your mind and making you grind back against his thick cock, which heâd tucked back into his pants. An impatient whine tumbled from your lips and it was on the tip of your tongue to beg Bucky to fuck you, but it seemed he was just as eager to get on with it.
Skimming his hand down your body, Bucky found the button of your shorts and quickly undid them. He sat up on his knees, dragging you with him and keeping his knife at your throat.Â
He shoved your shorts and panties down roughly past your ass to your thighs, then dipped his hand between your legs. A loud groan rumbled in his chest when he realized how wet you were.Â
âFuck, you really are a slut, arenât you, baby?â he taunted in a mocking tone, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. His fingers slipped between your drenched folds and all you could do to answer him was moan as he teased your pussy. âIâm gonna fill up this slick cunt, little cottontail,â he rumbled in your ear, a promise ringing in his words. âIâm gonna destroy your tight hole until youâre nothing more than my dumb, cock-drunk slut.â
Between Buckyâs fingers playing with your pussy and his words wreaking havoc on your pleasure-soaked mind, you were desperate for him to follow through on his promise.Â
Suddenly, youâd had enough of the game youâd been playing with Bucky and you wanted him to finallyâfinallyâfuck you.
âPlease, Bucky, please, please, fuck me,â you sobbed, tears leaking from your eyes and down your cheeks as you rocked your ass against his hard cock. âPlease, god, I need itâI need you.â
For a moment, Bucky was silent and unmoving. Then he was shoving you forward into the grass so you were back on your hands and knees. His knife just barely grazed the side of your neck as you fell forward, and you whimpered at the light sting of it.
The next thing you knew, Buckyâs cock was slapping against your bare ass, and he was lining himself up with your soaked, fluttering pussy. Your fingers dug into the grass, preparing yourself to hold on for dear life.
âRemember, little cottontail, you said I could fuck you as hard and rough as I want,â Bucky rumbled, sliding his cock between your legs, coating his thick length in your desire. âIf itâs too much for you, you can scream all you want, but Iâm not stopping until Iâve filled your cunt with all the come in my balls.â
You could hear the laughter in Buckyâs voice, but didnât have time to respond to his words because in the next second, he shoved himself all the way inside you with one thrust.
Buckyâs thick, hard cock slammed deep into your tight pussy, and a scream wrenched free from your lips, making your already raw throat hurt even more. But it was the delicious kind of pain that mixed perfectly with the feeling of Bucky filling you up for the first time.Â
His girth was bigger than anyone or any toy youâd taken before, and it felt like you were being split apart, your insides rearranging to make room for his huge cock. It was only because you were so wet that it didnât really hurt, but the sting of the stretch was enough to send your mind reeling, your thoughts scattering until the only thing that mattered was Buckyâs cock inside you and his body behind you.
Bucky made a noise that was half groan, half growlâsounding entirely feral behind his mask as his hands dug into your hips. You could feel him still holding his knife, but the steel wasnât pressed against your skin so you didnât give it much thought.
âGod, thatâs a tight fucking cunt ya got here, cottontail,â he rasped, pulling back and slamming forward so hard, your arms shook and you nearly collapsed face first into the grass. âFeel like you were fucking made for me, babyâmade to be my fuck hole, made to take my cock.â
True to his word, the horror movie villain rutted into you hard, paying no mind to your pleasure, just taking his own. But that was exactly how you liked it, and you couldnât help the litany of desperate moans and whimpers that tumbled past your lips.Â
Before long, your arms gave out and your cheek pressed to the grass, which was cool against your face. The position made your back arch and your ass stick up in the air. Bucky made a pleased sound, slapping your ass in a gesture that almost felt like praise.
âYeah, take it like a slut, baby,â he growled, pounding into you harderâhard enough you could feel your ass and hips and thighs ripple with the force of his thrusts. âThis is how dumb sluts are meant to be fucked.â
You whined at the searing pleasure of Buckyâs cock hammering into your cunt, and you arched your back further, giving him easier access to drive even deeper into you from behind. Your reward was another hard slap on your assâthat time with the cold flat steel of Buckyâs knife. You squealed, then moaned as the sharp sting devolved into even more pleasure.
Bucky laughed, the sound wild and dark. Then he curled his body over yours, dropping the knife in the grass so he could grab wrap one of his hands around your throat while the other groped your tits.Â
âYouâre mine, little cottontail,â he growled in your ear. âI own your body now, and youâre going to be my personal fuck toy for the rest of your life.â He rutted into you, hard and rough, his hips slapping against your ass mixing with the sounds of your wet pussy being fucked. âIâm gonna chain you up in my basement, and youâre gonna be my basement slutâmy little cottontailâforever.â
It was impossible to nod, and impossible to speak, with how tightly Bucky had you pinned beneath him while he fucked you. So you wrapped a hand around his wrist, not pulling him away, but squeezing hard enough that you could feel his pulse thrumming beneath your thumb. You clung to him, telling him wordlessly that you were submitting to him, tears gathering in your lashes as pleasure overwhelmed you.
âFuck,â Bucky grunted, pounding you hard and fast, the hard plastic of his mask digging into the side of your face. âCry for me, cottontail, you know it makes me harder.âÂ
His fingers dug into the sides of your throat while his other hand tortured your nipples, tugging and pinching them, until your tears began leaking from your eyes. Bucky ducked forward, nuzzling your tear-stained cheek through his mask, groaning as he hit a spot inside of you that made your whole body clench and your mouth drop open in a soundless scream.
âI can feel your cunt choking my cock, baby,â Bucky rumbled in your ear. âYou really love everything Iâm doing to you, donât you, dumb slut?â His hips pressed against your ass and he started grinding his cock deep in your core, the tip brushing against that spot inside you that made you see stars.
âYes, yes, Bucky, yes,â you sobbed, your words breathless and soft and only able to escape because heâd loosened his hold on your throat slightly. But then he tightened his fingers again and you made a desperate little gasping sound.
Bucky laughed, the sound evil and mocking, and your cunt pulsed again. He refocused on fucking you, pounding into you and chasing his own pleasure. You tried to scream, the pleasure nearly mind-blowing, but his hand on your throat made sure you could only make the barest of noises.
âYouâre gonna come on my cock, little cottontail,â Bucky rumbled, his hard plastic mask chafing against your sensitive cheek. âYouâre gonna come and show me that youâre mine, that you accept your new lifeâand me as your master.â
Your fingers squeezed his wrist again in understanding, and then you couldnât think anymore. Buckyâs cock was pounding into your pussy hard enough to almost hurt, pleasure pulsing through your body as he plucked and played with your tits. Your head was going fuzzy from a lack of air, but that just made everything else feel better and more.
When Buckyâs hand abandoned your tits to slip between your thighs, it only took a few strokes of his fingers against your clit to set you off. At the same moment, Buckyâs hand loosened around your throat, and oxygen flooded your lungs as you came on his cock.Â
It was almost an out-of-body experience, coming on the thick length of your horror movie villain crush, your mind going entirely blank as your body tried to process all the pleasure and sensation flooding through it. A loud, piercing scream sounded in your ears and it took a second to realize it was spilling from your own lips.Â
Buckyâs hand tightened around your throat again, tighter than before, cutting off the sound of your pleasure while he grunted and groaned above you. He was rutting into you as your walls squeezed his cock, taking his pleasure as he prolonged yours.
Blackness was starting to creep into the edges of your vision when he finally roared loudly, his cock throbbing inside you as he spilled his come deep in your pussy. His fingers dug into the sides of your throat harder, choking you through his orgasm as your body fluttered with the last waves of your release.Â
The last thing you heard was Bucky muttering, âGood girl, take my come, little cottontail,â as he pumped you full of his thick, sticky seed. Then, there was nothing but comforting darkness, and you sank into it, feeling satisfied and happy as you passed out in the arms of your horror movie villainâŠ
Now, the choice is yours, dear reader. Do you want to stay with Bucky Barnes and live in the world of Slasher? If so, read on for the dark ending! Or do you want to wake up and meet someone a little less psychotic? If so, skip down to the fluffy ending!
Slasher - Dark Ending
dark ending additional warnings: dubcon, somnophilia, slightly painful sex, basement wife-ing, references to Bucky's arm amputation, Bucky is even more psychotic
You were woken by your body jostling against concrete, an aching mix of pleasure and pain radiating between your thighs. The slick sounds of fucking met your ears and, belatedly, you realized you were impaled on a cock, the thickness of it stretching your tight hole to its limit.Â
Your inner thighs felt chafed and your back hurt from the position you were contorted in, your shoulders propped up against a cinderblock wall while you were folded in half at the waist, a heavy body pinning your legs to your chest while they fucked you. You were naked and a little cold, but the body against you was warm.
Blinking your eyes open, you were met with the sight of Buckyâs handsome face contorted with pleasure as he fucked you. There was a new glimmer in the depths of his blue eyesâsomething wild and feral and more than a little frightening. His mouth spread into a savage grin when he saw you were awake.
âThereâs my little cottontail,â he rumbled before ducking down and kissing your cheek in a gesture that wouldâve been sweet if not for his stubble roughing over your sensitive skin. You whimpered softly at the abrading feeling, your pussy pulsing despite your exhaustion.
When he pulled back, the sound of chains rattling above you finally caught your attention and you looked up, finding your wrists shackled above your head and bolted into the wall of the basement. Dim morning light was filtering in through windows set high in the walls, and you couldnât make out much beyond the shadow of the stairs leading up to the first floor.
Before you could gather you wits enough to ask a question, or wade through your confusion to figure out what question you should even ask, Bucky slammed deep inside you, wringing a weak moan from you. It was only then that you realized heâd been taking it easy on you while you were asleep, but since you were awake, he started fucking you harder. Pleasure, pain and bewilderment warred with the tiredness of just waking up as you tried to think.Â
Your eyes slid closed while you tried to block out Bucky and your surroundings. You needed to figure out why you werenât in your grandmotherâs basement, having woken up from the dream youâd been sure you were having.
But Bucky didnât like that. His weight settled more heavily on top of you, making your hips ache in protest, and grabbed your face roughly in his hand.Â
âLook at me, cottontail,â he rumbled, shaking your head until your eyes fluttered open again.
Tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes and your mouth worked, trying to find the words for how you felt. Youâd wanted thisâwanted someone like Bucky who saw who you really were and still wanted to keep you. But now that you were actually chained up in his basement, you wondered if maybe youâd jumped in the deep end without being able to swim.Â
âDonât look so confused, baby,â Bucky growled in a patronizingly sweet tone, thumbing your tears from your cheeks and making you flinch as the salt of them irritated your skin. âI told you I was never letting you goâyou knew this was going to happen.â He was grinding his cock deep into your well-used cunt, the pleasure almost painful. âNow that youâre chained up in my basement, you have no hope of ever escaping from me again.â
The head of his cock battered against your cervix and you cried out, your head thumping against the cinderblock wall behind you. The pain mixed with the pleasure of thick length rubbing against your sensitive inner walls until your mind was spinning.Â
You just couldnât wrap your head around it. You really hadnât known this was going to happen. Youâd thought you were dreaming and were going to wake up after youâd fucked Bucky Barnes, but apparently that wasnât the case. Apparently youâd really somehow been transported into the world of Slasher.
âThank me for keeping you, little cottontail,â Bucky growled, wringing another pleasured whimper from you as he kept grinding his cock into you. âAfter all, it wasnât easy getting you here after that bitch crushed my arm.â His voice was dripping venom and he rocked his hips harder, forcing tears from your eyes as his cock battered your cervix.
It was only then that you understood why so much of Buckyâs weight was resting on you while his hand held your face. Darting your eyes to Buckyâs shoulder, there was a thick, bloody bandage wrapped around the place where he mustâve amputated his arm after the final girl had crushed it in the carousel gears.Â
Your stomach rolled at the sight, empathy for Bucky surging through you. It really couldnât have been easy getting you back to his house when he was injured like that.Â
But before you could follow the order heâd given you, Bucky yanked your face back to look at him. He ducked closer, so all you could see were his eyes, wild and psychotic, boring into your own.
âThank your master for keeping you!â he growled harshly.
Your heart panged, and you rushed to do as he said. âTh-thank you for keeping me, Bucky,â you cried, tears streaming down your face, your voice filled with genuine gratitude. âThank you, master!âÂ
The anger leeched out of Bucky at your words and your tears, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you.Â
âGood girl,â he purred, nuzzling your cheek in reward and kissing your jaw with his soft lips. âMy good, dumb slutâyouâre going to make such a good basement wife for me.â
A small, confused noise squeaked out of you and Bucky pulled back, a grin on his face. He nodded up toward your hands and you twisted them in your shackles, finding shiny, silver metal glinting off your left ring finger. You sucked in a gasp, feeling speechless as your mind failed to process another shocking revelation in so little time.
âYour dream is coming true, baby,â Bucky rumbled, licking the tears from your cheeks, taking your silence as understanding and submission. âYouâre going to be my own personal fuck holeâmy pretty little dumb slutâfor the rest of your life.â
Bucky canted his hips, grinding his cock into the depths of your pussy while the base of him rubbed against your clit and the pleasure that had been winding tighter in your core suddenly snapped. You came with a loud, sobbing scream, your head thrown back against the wall of the basement as tears cascaded down your cheeks while you succumbed to the pleasure, your cunt greedily squeezing Buckyâs cock.
A small part of you wanted to black out again, hoping youâd wake up back in your grandmotherâs basement, unsure if you had what it took to be the full-time fuck toy of your favorite horror movie villain. But somehow you knew that wouldnât happen.
Whatever had transported you into the world of Slasher seemed to be a one-way ticket, and youâd made your choices. The fact that you were at the mercy of Bucky Barnes was no oneâs fault but your own.
And yet, you couldnât bring yourself to regret anything youâd done. After all, youâd gotten exactly what you wantedâyou got to fuck Bucky Barnes. And if you had your way, youâd fuck Bucky Barnes every day until you died. Which was good, since that seemed to be exactly what he had planned for you.
Just then, Bucky grunted, his cock twitching inside you and he slammed deep, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a messy kiss while he came, coating your insides with his seed. His lips were hard and demanding, but you werenât some wilting flowerâyou nipped his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.Â
Buckyâs cock throbbed inside you as he chuckled, kissing you again, the taste of his blood bursting on your tongue as you devoured each other.Â
When he pulled away and collapsed on top of you, a satisfied smile curved your lips. You glanced up at the ring on your finger again, thinking it wouldnât be so bad to be Bucky Barnesâ basement wife.Â
Slasher - Fluffy Ending
fluffy ending additional warnings: talk about past roleplay, some potentially risky decisions on reader's part, that's really it
You awoke with a start, the loud, chiming sound of the doorbell echoing through your grandmotherâs house and dragging you back to reality from the depths of your dream. A faint soreness permeated your body, and you frowned, the memory of your dream clinging to the edges of your mind. Â
Groggily, you opened your eyes to find you were curled up on the familiar rug in the basement of your grandmotherâs house, and you suspected the hard floor was likely the cause of your soreness. Still, you felt a faint tingling all over, the remnants of pleasure from your dream and you smiled as you stretched languidly, easing most of the aches in your limbs.
The doorbell chimed again, and you dragged yourself up, wiping drool from your cheek as you pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself and climbed the stairs up to the first floor. On your way to the door, you checked the time, finding it was nearly midnight, and wondered who was stopping by so late. All your relatives and all your grandmotherâs friends would be asleep.
Flicking on the porch light, you opened the front door, but the left the screen door latched when you found a strange man standing there. The frigid autuman night air wrapped around you, and you crossed your arms over your chest to stave off a shiver.Â
âHey Mrsââ The man had been standing with his back to you, facing the street, and swung around when he heard the door open. But he paused when he saw you, his greeting cutting off as if heâd been expecting someone else.Â
A distant corner of your brain pointed out that of course he was expecting someone elseâyou were answering the door at your grandmotherâs house.
But you couldnât pay attention to your mindâs logic because you were silently freaking out. The man looked almost exactly like Bucky Barnes.Â
He had the same sparkling blue eyes, though there wasnât any of the cold hatred that haunted your favorite horror movie villain. And his mouth was curved into a charming smile, which you knew for certain youâd never see on the version of Bucky from Slasher. The manâs hair was also shorter, and the stubble on his jaw was a little less scruffy, like heâd shaved that morning and it had grown out since then. The style really worked for him.Â
He was somehow even more attractive than Bucky Barnes. You didnât know how that was possible, but apparently it was.Â
The man shifted on his feet, running a hand through his hair, looking a little abashed.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to disturb ya,â he said, a slight Brooklyn accent in his voice. âSometimes I borrow some ground coffee from the lady who lives here when Iâve run out.â He shot you a sheepish smile and shrugged. âAnd Iâve run out.â
âOh,â you said, a little dumbly. âYou must be talking about my grandmother.â Your surprise over the manâs resemblance to Bucky was wearing off, and you found that his smile was infectious. He had a charm to him that made you want to tell him more than you should, which mustâve been why you found yourself saying, âSheâs on a cruise, and Iâm watching her house.â
It mightâve been a mistake to tell a strange man that much, but instead of doing anything to make you second-guess yourself, he just smacked a hand against his forehead. The gesture was so endearing, you couldnât help but laugh, warming to him even more.Â
âYouâre right! She told me about that.â He paused for a moment, his gaze raking over your faceâhopefully not finding any traces of drool on your chinâand his eyes softened. âSorry again to bother you, your granâs normally up watching one of those late shows, I hope I didnât wake you.â
You snorted to yourself. Of course your grandmother was known for staying up later than you. But you didnât want the man to feel bad. It wasnât like he woke you up before you came on dream Buckyâs cock.Â
âNo, no, itâs fine,â you said, shaking your head and smiling softly to let him know it really was fine. Again, you had the urge to say more to him than you normally would to a stranger. So, before you could hold your tongue, you blurted, âDo you know you look exactly like the villain from this old horror movie?âÂ
Even in the dim yellow light of the porch, you could see the manâs cheeks turn pink while he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. But he was hiding a smile behind his palm and when he caught your eye, there was humor in the depths of his gaze.
âYeah, I get that sometimes,â he said, his voice suddenly lower. âBucky Barnes from Slasher, right?âÂ
You nodded, almost mesmerized as you stared into his eyes. âI had the biggest crush on him,â you admitted, because apparently the filter between your brain and mouth had been left on the rug in your grandmotherâs basement. But the man only chuckled, the light flush fading from his face.
âDid you now?â he asked, his eyes shimmering with humor as he looked at your face, his gaze raking over the curve of your lips. He shifted closer to the door and a shiver skated down your spine at the way he loomed over you. âYâknow, my friends have called me Bucky ever since we watched that movie one summer when were idiot kids.â
âY-your nameâs Bucky?â you asked, excitement making your voice come out like a whisper.Â
The man looked to the side and chuckled, the sound low and rich and making you want to giggle ridiculously and kick your feet. When his gaze found yours again, his eyes were sparkling with playfulness and something more; his mouth was curved into a devastatingly charming grin.
âNo, my name is James Barnes, but pretty much everyone calls me Bucky.â He watched you absorb this information, shifting even closer to the door until you could feel the warmth of him seeping through the screen. âWould you like to call me Bucky, pretty girl?â he asked, his voice pitching so low and deep, you could feel it between your thighs.
Your shoulders trembled as you shivered, nodding eagerly as you whispered, âYes, please.â
Bucky rumbled a pleased sound, and his hand raised toward the screen, like he was reaching for you. But then he paused, as if catching himself. Huffing a laugh, he drew his hand back and wiped it down his face, seemingly forcing himself to straighten and take a step back.Â
You almost whined in protest, but caught yourself at the last second, biting your lip against a frown as he moved away. You hadnât realized how close the two of you had drifted to each other through the door until he was pulling away. You understood it was probably weird, the way you were acting with each other considering you just met, but the chemistry between you was palpable, and you desperately wanted to explore it as soon as possible.
âI probably shouldnât tell you this, but I have the mask,â Bucky confessed, breaking you free from your thoughts.Â
You were glad for it, because he was giving you another loaded look and you felt your belly swoop, butterflies taking flight as he smiled at you. It took a second to process his words, and when you did, you couldnât help the impish grin that spread across your face. You gestured for him to go on.
âI bought it for a girl I was seeing who said she wanted to roleplay,â he went on, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looking off to the side again, like he knew he wasnât supposed to be telling this to a girl he just met, but couldnât help himself. âBut I think I scared her off.â He turned his penetrating gaze back to you, pinning you in place while you held your breath. âYou donât strike me as the kind of girl who scares easily.â
You snorted again and tossed your head. That was an understatement, if your dream was any indication of your desiresâwhich it was. You gave the man called Bucky a cheeky smile. âNo, Iâm definitely not,â you told him, a hint of a challenge in your tone.
For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other. Then, you made a slightly reckless decision. Your hand reached for the latch of the screen door and pushed it open, all while holding his gaze.Â
âWhy donât you come in and get that coffee you needed,â you offered, hoping your instincts about Bucky were right, and he would turn out to be exactly the kind of man you wanted in your life. Besides, you told yourself, your grandmother liked him well enough to lend him some coffeeâand you trusted her judgement so he must be a decent guy. âAnd you can tell me what about your roleplay frightened off that girl.â
Buckyâs smile spread into a full-on grin, and he eagerly grabbed the door, opening it wider while he stepped forward. When you didnât move back right away and instead allowed him to step into your personal space, his gaze dropped to your mouth, his eyes darkening and the corners of his mouth twitching in another smile.
âDeal,â he rumbled. âSo long as you tell me more about this crush of yours.â
The memories of your dream flitted through your mind, feeling more real than any dream youâd ever had before, and you found you couldnât wait to tell Bucky about it. The man in front of you was warmer and kinder than the one youâd met in your dreams, but you had a feeling he had a dark side that liked to come out to playâjust like you.Â
âDeal.â After you said the word, you felt as if something truly special was beginning and your heart raced with excitement as you stared up into Buckyâs handsome face. Both of you were grinning like idiots.
Finally taking a step back, you welcomed Bucky into your grandmotherâs house, knowing deep in your bones that you were going to be in each otherâs lives for a very long timeâpossibly even forever. And you couldnât help but think that having this Bucky Barnes was even better than dreaming about your horror movie villain crush. After all, at least he was real.
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At this point in our relationship my betrothed is well versed in my compulsive need to help animals. It wasnât part of their upbringing but it was a huge part of mine. So now whether itâs lost dogs or injured birds they know that for me itâs not a matter of convenience, itâs just the only possible option.
My most notable rescue took place during one of the least opportune times. We were watching a friends boxer puppy, Bella. The dog was dumber than a box of rocks and I took deep offense that at six months old she still didnât know her own name. My betrothed and I were working with her on that as well as leash manners, so we walked her frequently.
On our way home from a walk I looked across the street and saw a cat. My betrothed didnât need to ask, it was simply a given that faced with a cat Iâd go say hello, so they waited with Bella as I crossed the road.
As I approached the cat several things caught my attention. The first was that he wasnât wearing a collar. The second was that his coat was greasy and disheveled- this was not a cat that was thriving if he didnât have energy to groom. The third thing was that he was way too skinny, with bones jutting out from his shabby coat.
The fourth thing I noticed was that this cat was a purebred Bengal.
Now, I understand that itâs suspect to identify cats as bengals. Many people see tabbies and call them bengals. But as a teenager I became obsessed with these cats and went on a hyper obsessive deep dive. I spent hours reading about them, looking at pictures, and dreaming about Bengal cats.
The cat in front of me had unmistakable rosettes, the narrow frame, piercing eyes, and from a very rough estimation probably cost thousands of dollars. There was no world in which he should be wandering my neighborhood with no collar and his ribs jutting out.
Which all led me to one conclusion. He was lost.
The second I realized that it was over. It wasnât a matter of thinking the situation through it was a simple conclusion: he was lost so I would help him by any means necessary.
This sweet cat showed he was friendly and trotted right over to greet me. I pet him and tentatively went for a lift. He did not care for that. Suddenly we were tussling, and it was instantly clear to me that he was going to stay lost if I couldnât restrain him, so we pitted all our wiles against each other and at one point I had him agonizingly by just a toe but I refused to let go and finally I had him in my arms, one hand scruffing him and the other supporting his weight.
Thatâs when I noticed a couple things. There was blood dripping down my elbow. Across the street Bella was going crazy barking and pulling toward me and the cat. And my betrothed was giving me an agonized look.
Without a word they started power walking Bella back to our house. I followed at a slower pace, keeping my grip on this poor lost cat.
It was a warm summer afternoon and several neighbors were out chatting. They saw the circus parade of my betrothed dragging a yelping puppy and me following holding a screaming cat.
Oh yeah. So I forgot to mention. Bengals are not normal cats. Theyâre bred back with a wild cat and their vocalizations are on a completely different level. The cat in my arms wasnât meowing or yowling. Instead he was making one long continuous eldritch wailing, oscillating in rage and distress.
My neighbors saw this, me, stonefaced carrying a cat who was casting evil spells with his voice, blood dripping down my arm, while a puppy frantically fought my betrothed to reach us, and they laughed.
I donât think Iâve ever been more offended that no one offered any assistance, but it was fine. I knew I could count on my betrothed. I slowed my steps slightly again when I saw my betrothed round our corner. I knew they would kennel the puppy and bring a cat crate for me.
Sure enough, I rounded the corner and they had our door open, crate at the ready. I popped the Bengal into the carrier and we shut him into the bathroom.
Then I looked at my shaking, bloody hand. Heâs scraped his back claws up me and it wasnât deep but I was bleeding heavily. Then I looked at my betrothed and started to cry.
They held me while I had a panic attack and helped me thoroughly peroxide my cuts.
âThat was so brave, werenât you scared to grab him?â they asked me.
Truly, no. I think to be brave or scared you need to actually conceptualize what youâre doing and I hadnât. I saw a cat that needed help, and then there wasnât options, I just acted.
They asked what my plan was and I didnât have one. Where would we put him, in a home with three other cats and a puppy? I donât know. I just grabbed him.
We ended up calling a friend whoâs special interest is dog rescue. She brought her chip reader and a huge dog crate we could keep him in overnight with a disposable little box, food, and water.
Heâd been summoning demons behind the bathroom door the whole time, making sounds previously confined to various netherworlds but she bravely uncaged him to read if he had a chip. No, to my surprise. It also turned out he was a love machine despite the ghastly sounds.
We loved on him and gave him small portions of food every fifteen minutes so he didnât eat himself sick.
The next day we brought him to the local pet rescue, after I called ahead to warn them I was bringing in a Bengal. The lady had a very blasé attitude about this claim, clearly used to people claiming every lost tabby was a rare cat breed.
When she pulled him out of the crate she exclaimed, âOh my god, it is a Bengal!â
âThatâs what I promised. One whole ass Bengal.â
We said our goodbyes to the sweet man, and the posted him on the website as a found pet. He was picked up by his family two days later. Iâll never know how he escaped but Iâm certain his family was so grateful to have him returned.
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Ah...
In a world where people get born with the first sentence their soulmate shares with them tattooed on their wrist, Y/N and Oscar are probably not the ones with the easiest story to tell.
note: first Oscar fic! this is prep for a longer 1k followers celebration...i'm a little too excited for that one
warning: pure fluff
Not everyone got to meet their soulmate, and that was totally fine. Her parents weren't soulmates and they still managed to have an amazing life. Why waste time waiting around and looking for a guy who's first word he'd ever say to her was suppose to be "Ah."
"Ah."...? What was that about anyway? Stupid wrist tattoo, marking her forever with a word so unimpressive.
During her teenage years, it became an inside joke between her and her best friend. A word to overuse so much it could truly mean anything. Ah.
Her boyfriend was definitely not her soulmate. He was blessed with having a full sentence on his wrist - but in French, a language she did not speak. The hot, dark haired boy was too obsessed with studying physics to take the whole concept of soulmates seriously, so when they met in university, it was a no brainer to follow the path set by hormones rather than fate and date together.
Only after they graduated she realized just how soul-crushing it was to spend time with him. When the social circles broke down and they were left alone, it was more than clear they were not a good match. But it's hard to see the tornado when you're standing inside of it.
The vacation was suppose save the relationship. Instead, their fights were laced with her running away and him having his eyes wonder around any girl walking by.
Only two more days, she said as she walked hastily around a garden adjacent to the villa they were staying at, once again. It was like a dance - they'd fight, she'd run away, he'd search for her and they'd go back to their room for a night of silence. On repeat for the whole vacation organized by the devil himself. The plan was to turn her life upside down once she arrived back home. Start fresh. At that moment, she had no idea just how fresh that would be.
She stood in the middle of a pathway leading to dimly lit swimming pool, tired and impatient. By this time her boyfriend would usually be on his way to get her back.
Finally, grass cracking sound that followed any footstep in this garden. She closed her eyes, unable to do this dance anymore.
"I want to break up," she whispered and turned around.
Oscar did not plan on speaking with this woman standing in the middle of the way back to his hotel room. He was just coming back from his late evening swim session.
When she uttered those words, it was like each of the syllable burned on his skin. Hundred questions answered and thousand new on the table.
Absolutely baffled, yet in his typical stoic style of keeping it together on the outside, while exploding internally, he couldn't bring himself to a more than..."Ah."
//
Oscar fully believed in the concept of soulmates and had no doubt that he would meet his, that's why he refrained from dating anyone who did not have the specific, very strange, words on their wrist.
"I want to break up"...? Why would this be the first thing you ever say to someone?
Over the time, he figured it would just be him overhearing the words. Or that he was one of the lucky ones, having a soulmate who has a special catch phrase they use when introducing to anyone new. He imagined his soulmate to be clever and cunning. And like the dreamer he was, he already had several versions of their meet up in his head, usually followed by their whole life together playing out. Oh, what a bliss when the moment would finally come.
But when it came, it took him totally of guard. Somehow, in all the scenarios he thought about his whole life, he missed probably the most realistic one. He was only trying to get back to his room and this girl was standing in the middle of the only clear pathway, as if it was nothing. She spoke with her back turned to him.
"I want to break up."
And when she turned around, after mistaking him for someone else, he saw a beautiful face, all puffy with smudged make up. And obviously in a really bad mood. He was, as they say, too stunned to speak.
"Ah." He said bluntly, too quickly for him to even notice it, processing the fact he just heard that one specific sentence, the one that should define the rest of his life.
She stared at him, as if he just offended her entire family. "What?!"
He felt..nothing. She couldn't be his soulmate. No way. Most likely because he had his response to "I want to break up" rehearsed his whole life. It was supposed to be "Worry not, now I am here." A lovely sentence to walk around with, right? He wanted his soulmate to wear the tattoo proudly, not with - what was it he even said? Did he even say something? He didn't, did he?
"Worry not, now I am here," he tried, feeling like he had nothing to loose. The words came out clumsily, as if they tripped over one another.
He was sure her face was already the most confused one could make, but she proved him wrong, quickly.
"Sorry, I'll leave you to it. This was obviously a misunderstanding," he said, trying to be polite and took few steps ahead to get going. She reacted and stepped right into his way.
This surely couldn't be it. But, emotions were running high, she thought she was addressing her boyfriend and was somehow trying to comprehend the fact she nearly broke up with him. And then she hears an "Ah." "What did you say?" she shot at him, no filter whatsoever, watching him with fascination and some flavor of anger.
Oscar was beginning to regret ever engaging in this conversation. "Worry not, now I am here...There, now, is that tattooed on your wrist? I imagine not, so, apologies and I'll leave you to whatever you're doing," he said, without giving her much space to respond. He felt slightly guilty about leaving an obviously distressed woman alone there, but his social awkwardness won this round and he just wanted this to be over.
"No, you didn't," she said, not intent on moving anywhere. Determined look replaced her sorrow.
"I'm pretty sure I did."
"And I am sure you didn't," she said, raising her wrist all the way to his eyeline. "You said this, didn't you?!"
It was not a tone of playful or even hopeful realization. Her delivery was spiced with unresolved anger that grew inside. He squeezed his eyes, having hard time seeing the small letters in the light of the nearing night. "What's that?"
She put her hand down, having a really hard time believing this was actually happening. It took him by surprise the speed with which she reached for his own hand, but his racer reflexes kicked in and he managed to avoid her.
Annoyed sigh left her mouth. "Will you show me your hand? I've already had a pretty shit day without you making obstructions."
He looked deeply in her eyes. This was a lot of emotion battling each others, little too much for Oscar.
"I'm pretty sure we're not soulmates," he said dryly.
"Tell me what's on your hand and I'll let you fuck off from when you came from."
"I'd actually like to go the other way-"
"Show me your hand!"
Visibly taken back, almost offended by her shouting, he reveled his wrist.
Time stopped for Y/N for few seconds. She was staring at the words she uttered just a minute ago. Decided to take a deep breath before she looked in his eyes once again. "Sorry for...screaming. We're almost definitely soulmates...You said "Ah." It felt good to finally know what kind of tone this sound was spoken with. End to the endless possibilities.
The irony of the fact that Oscar had a hard time remembering if he had actually said something so stupid dwelled on him. Did he? Knowing himself, he probably did.
"Ah," he repeated with a much heavier, slightly bitter, undertone.
"Yeah."
They just stood there, staring at each other. Was this suppose to be it? The moment he longed for and the one she already mourned? Just now she noticed that he was a gorgeous guy. Heavenly actually. Such a kind smile. Innocent look with a hint of spice. But she believed in love, not necessarily soulmates. Even if she did, this was the worst moment to do this. Little, almost invisible, tears started rolling from her eyes.
"Can I take a photo of you?" she asked, with defeated smile, wanting to walk away with a tangible evidence for her lonely evenings in the future.
Oscar was still processing. "Sure," he replied to a sentence he heard thousand times each month. Very automatically his body moved for a classic hug with a fan - which she rejected and just snapped a photo of his face.
"Nice to meet you. But I have my shit to deal with. I'm not good for you anyway," she said and sprinted back to he hotel room, to her current boyfriend and a deadend life. He just stood there, unable to comprehend. When he finally did, she was gone.
//
"Mr. Piastri, you understand that I can't just give you a room number to someone who you don't even know by name," the receptionist said, not backing down to his urgency.
"But she is my soulmate! She just passed by, surely you would know which one of the guests she is," he said, both hand on the counter, towering the poor reception lady.
"I'm going to have to ask you to stop this request or we might be forced to cancel your stay and remove you from the premise."
He rolled his fingers into his first, mad at himself the most out of all the people. "Yeah. Great. Understood."
//
Y/N didn't sleep for a minute that night. When she returned back without a word, her boyfriend didn't even look up. She didn't really care.
"Let's just get through these few days," he said and she just nodded.
Mind racing around new set of eyes she memorized from the photo she had, not having a clue that he in fact was a racer.
//
Breakfast. Oscar's chance to take destiny into his own hands. He was the first one to arrive and planned on being the last one to leave. And should she miss her breakfast, he'd move into the lobby. Determined to talk to her at least one more time. Sat there, drinking his juice and bouncing his leg up to the point it annoyed even him.
//
He'd probably be at the breakfast, she realized as her sleep deprived body walked towards the elevator. A stolen glance at her partner. They hadn't said a word to each other the whole morning. To think she once thought one of them would bury the other after a nice full-filled life. Coffee and croissant was her only hope now. And of course the guy from yesterday was there. Sitting at a table, alone, very obviously finished with his breakfast. Arms crossed and eyeing all the entrances. She couldn't help but smile and light up when she saw him. He sat there. Waiting. Was there even a possibility he'd be waiting for her? Like a soulless ghost, she followed her current partner and sat down to the table he picked.
Oscar was a secret over-thinker. He spent every minute going through every possibility of what could happen. So of course he was ready, in theory, for her entering with another guy or a girl. However, the whole nature of her first sentence to him was about breaking up. And you don't say that in a healthy relationship.
It was now or never for him. He watched the pair grab a seat few tables away from him. God, she was gorgeous. Seeing her walk in, summer dress proving the internet was right once again, made him weak in his knees and unable to look away. She paused upon noticing him, eyes shyly flashing back and forth, absolutely no plan or idea what to do. Awkwardly put her things down the at the table, fumbled around aimlessly and proceeded to walk over the breakfast bar. As she walked, she could almost feel his eyes piercing through her back. For some reason, it felt as if he knew something she didn't. she had to actively convince herself to act normal, as if this was her first time having breakfast at a hotel. Copy others. Oscar did indeed stare at her as if there was no tomorrow. Eyes glued to her back, cosplaying as the worst private detective this planet ever produced. He found himself getting up and approaching the bar she was standing by, the guy she came in long gone from her close proximity.
Oscar gulped before speaking, standing right beside her, pretending to be interested in a stack of apples. Her eyes flashed to her left, but she already knew who was standing next to her. It was as if she could hear his energy, something divine, intoxicating and most importantly - inevitable.
"Morning....I hope you've had better night than when you left yesterday," he opened with, desperately trying to break the ice. He was absolutely hopeless with small talk. His tone created a small smile on her face. This sort strange and unique tonality, which was exceptionally hard to decipher, mixed with his Australian accent. Again, so many questions popping up in her head - her body wanted her to find out everything about this guy.
"I'm not sure that's the case. But thank you for asking I guess," she said and leaned over his hand to reach for a fresh peach. It was not her conscious decision to brush his hand, but it definitely could have been avoided. Neither party mattered. Two shy smiles were created at that moment.
"Would you mind sharing your name with me?" he asked, as she glanced over to his wrist, to look at his tattoo once again.
She answered, slightly hesitantly. "Y/N."
"Uuh,"
"Are interjections the only language you speak?" she whispered, still not over the whole "Ah." thing and finally stopped pretending to be interested in the breakfast bar. She did the best she could to meet his eye while not turning around and becoming too obvious.
Oscar was having trouble processing his body's reaction to this girl being so close now. "No, but I am happy you seem interested to know that."
It was impossible to fight of the smile. "I'm not, you're the reason I'm walking with this my whole life," she said, lifting her wrist once again.
He fiddled with some apples, trying to keep his hands busy. "I'd like to object that in this pair I'm the one who lost"
"Don't say the word pair," she said in a tone so unserious even she couldn't pretend to believe it.
"Why, does that idea make you nervous?" he clicked his tongue, feeling more confident with every second she stayed there with him.
"I have a boyfriend," she stated, lying to herself anyway.
He smirked. "Apologies, must have misread my own hand."
"I can't break up with someone on a holiday," she responded, reaching for straws, not even knowing why. She took two steps to the coffee line and to no surprise, he followed.
"You didnt seem to think as such yesterday," he said in more serious tone. "Look, I don't know you-"
"No, you don't," she jumped in before he continued.
"-But...let me present my hypotheses, so that we can test the whole soulmate thing. Does that not make you at least a bit excited?" he said, trying to hide his own excitement, which was something he did not have to do often, so he was not really good at it.
She found his confidence mixed with clumsiness so intoxicating. "It's overrated," she argued, perhaps trying to see how much he's willing to defend it.
"I'm so much looking forward to proving that theory wrong." There is was. The point of no return.
"Well before you do," she bit her smile, accidentally leaving a pause for him to fill.
"Ah, so you believe that I will," he said sith his signature "I won" smile.
"Again, with the interjections, you gotta unlearn that," she said, happy he couldn't see directly into her face, as she felt the blush spreading.
"Teach me."
"Stop it...." she froze, searching in memory a moment when he'd introduce himself.
"Oscar."
She finally paused and dared to look at him, or more specifically stopped resisting her wondering eyes. Her mind rushed through all the Oscar's she had the pleasure to meet and absolutely none of them did justice to the name. His kind eyes, while somewhat giving shy guy vibes, pierced through her fearlessly. So sure of himself, et somehow humble. An impossible enigma she could see herself deciphering for the rest of her life.
"Nice name," she said, in a completely new tone, one he hadn't heard yet. Calm, kind and intrigued.
"Thank you." They stared at each other for few more moment, utterly inappropriately for two strangers in a coffee line. Taking in the little intricacies about the other, as if memorizing for a test.
"You said you had a hypotheses?" she broke silence, not quite sure they were at the same planet as their surroundings anymore. All around them sort of blended together into an unclear, totally unimportant mush.
"I do. Hope I don't overstep."
"I think that does not matter now," she said, walls crumbling down one by one.
"Good. I think you don't want to break up with your current boyfriend now that you'd met me," he said boldly.
"Astonishingly obnoxious," she teased, unable to believe he caught her.
"Fair. But, yesterday you wanted to. Now, it serves like a perfect excuse why run away from this," he said and stepped just a little bit closer to her.
"I don't want to be a slave of some destiny bullshit," she said, while absolutely agreeing with destiny this time.
There was no way back for Oscar. Looking into her eyes was making him drown in lands never explored before. "Yes, but why reject it before we even get the chance to discover if we like each other."
"I don't even know you."
"Your parents didn't know each other at one point," he said matter-o-factly.
The reality was creeping into her mind. "I hardly know anything about you! Like where you live, what you do..."
He was not letting her go. "All over the globe, I am a racing driver. You?"
How come it seemed so easy and obvious for him? "Oscar, I'm..I'm scared." Intimidated was the word she wanted to use, but it felt a little bit too much.
"Of what?"
"I dunno...? Of this working out?"
"Do you realize that sounds quite ridiculous."
"...Yes".
"Well, I believe this is going to be great fun. Listen, it's not socially acceptable for me to bother you for longer. But I desperately hope this is not the last conversation we share," he lowered his voice, parting ways with her being the last thing he actually wanted to do, but his intuition told him, that he had to give her some space to come forward to his, her decision.
Y/N's head was a mess, truth slipping through, passing all the filters that seemed to have stopped working. "I am afraid it's not."
He smiled. "Good. Now, I'll leave you to your life - do whichever you think is right. But please give me your number."
"No, you give me yours so that I can call you when i want to. You know, boundaries," she ordered, trying to keep some control in her hands.
He trusted his gut. "Fair."
//
"Lady, I can't tell you where's Oscar's room." It was a different receptionist that Oscar had dealt with, but probably with the same training.
"But it's a suprise! Look, I have his number an everything."
"Why don't you call him?"
"You're familiar with the concept of a surprise?"
//
Unlike Oscar, she managed to convince the reception into giving her Oscar's room number. It was all the way up at the last floor. Fancy, she thought. It's impossible to convey the energy and adrenaline cocktail that Y/N was on when she was on the way to knock on his room and announce that she actually went though with the break up and the guy was on his way home, cutting the vacation early. It was unhinged, reckless, addictive. She had to stop herself several times, as the excitement mixed with fear was making her put on faces very strange to anyone who should pass by. If music was on, she'd dance for hours. Hell, she had no idea what was suppose to happen now. And that had never felt so exhilarating before.
With one last breath before her life changed for good, she knocked on the door.
After the longest few seconds ever experienced on this planet, he finally opened the door.
She physically couldn't hold it anymore. "I broke up with him," she blurted out the moment their eyes met.
Oscar tried to take in the image of his soulmate, standing there in front of him, flustered and ready to take the leap with him, once again, having trouble holding his smile in.
"Ah."
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My thoughts during âThe Signâ [SPOILERS!!!!!]
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More thoughts under the cut
So I think most of us can agree that this is the best episode of Bluey so far. It was so emotional and satisfying in ways that are kinda new for Bluey. It answered so many questions while giving us a few new ones. Iâve been waiting for this episode for months and it did not disappoint in any way.
This is just a Chekovâs firing squad of an episode. As in a lot of stuff that was set up in earlier episodes all pay off in this episode. I kinda understand why people love soap operas now lol. I will say that this episode was a tad overwhelming for me in the best way possible. As in I had to pause and rewind every 30 seconds or so so I could emotionally process what was happening before moving forward (but thatâs a me thing). There was just so much going on and Iâm happy about that.
Now onto individual thoughts about specific things:
The callback to Baby Race (âyou took your first steps in that house!â) really got to me because Baby Race was the first episode of Bluey that I watched and it immediately made me fall in love with it so it just got to me.
When Chilli said âFrisky and I came up here as teenagers toâŠumâŠthink,â my mind started racing immediately with âwhat the FUCK happened at the Lookout?â âWho hurt Frisky and/or Chilli?â And Iâm just so curious about what made Chilli say that line like that but weâll probably never know what happened.
So yeah that scene at the end when the music was playing and Bandit ripped the sign out of the ground and Chilli tackled him to the ground ABSOLUTELY CHANGED my brain chemistry yâall. I canât articulate my feelings any more than that.
I know some people were upset that Brandy ended up getting pregnant but I thought it was great for her! Iâm happy for her! And I think that even though she got what she wanted in the end doesnât negate the feelings she had about her infertility earlier. But I think weâre all wondering who the father is and I donât know if the show really needs to answer that.
The whole message of âweâll seeâ in terms of if something is good or bad is such a mature message that I never really thought of like that so I will be taking that philosophy forward in life. Congratulations Bluey, you managed to teach a 22-year-old childless person something new and insightful about life that I donât think Iâve learned from another show.
I want to know more about what Bob was going through and feeling and why he went to India, but again, weâll probably never know.
I just love how the wedding photos were beautiful but imperfect. Like of course weâre not perfect and nothing will ever be perfect but itâs beautiful and worth remembering anyway.
So many little jokes and moments were so funny in a mature way (I.e. âare we allowed to do that?â And Nana thinking there was about to be a baby announcement) were just so funny and memorable.
I think some people would say itâs a cop-out to end up not selling the house after building it up for 2 episodes but I donât know, I think it works. I think Bluey and Bingo learned a valuable lesson and Bandit (and Chilli kinda) learned itâs not always about making their kids lives âperfectâ in their eyes. Also Iâm just personally glad they didnât end up selling the house and I also kinda like that it wasnât entirely their choice to keep it.
On a more serious note I think this episode has some interesting commentary on like gender roles and gender relations in straight relationships. In this episode Chilli and Frisky (both women) have to deal with their male significant others pressuring them to move with them far away from what they know and love. In the end they donât end up moving and the men didnât seem to have like malicious or selfish intent with it, they were just kinda basing their choices off their jobs instead of whatâs best emotionally for their loved ones. But I think itâs interesting to have this conflict where gender is kinda brought up in a way (âbecause your husband is making youâ). It kinda plays into the traditional idea of like men are the breadwinners and the family has to move with them regardless of what they actually want. And this episode kinda like deconstructs that and says âno, itâs not always about the job or money, itâs also sometimes about connections and emotional attachment.â And Iâm not saying that you should never move or whatever, but really weigh your options. I just thought that it was interesting that this episode kinda touched on that.
So yeah thatâs kinda the main thoughts I had on this episode if you made it this far thank you for reading my rambles and have a good one!
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something about non-traditional family dynamics with gojo just speaks to meâŠ
includes :: co-parent!gojo, rich boy!gojo, mentions of pregnancy + leaky nips hehe
note :: this is just pure brainrot, started thinking about him in class today and i needed to get this out of my brain!
link to part two + link to part three
iâd like to think that after he knocks you up in college, the two of you take it upon yourselves to get married because, ââitâs the right thing to do.ââ and so, for a few years, you do the whole marriage thingâthe family thing.
no longer were you the twenty-something-year-old who partied hard every weekend, and studied until the break of dawn every school night.
no, now you were the twenty-something-year-old who fixed bottles at odd hours in the night, whose nipples leaked through all her favorite tops, who had a husband that paid a mortgage and kissed her goodbye before he went off to work for the company passed down to him.
and after some time, things finally start to fall into placeâyour little family.
the baby gets bigger. you go through the terrible twos, of course, and the teenage-threes, but once she hits five, itâs suddenly pie in the skyâand god, it feels like you can finally start to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
so, you and gojo have one more. one more girl thatâs precious, and smart, and quick-tongued, and every bit of her dad as she is you.
things are touch and go for awhile, but for the most part itâs...easy, smooth. that is, until married life starts to feel like a task, and your husband starts to feel like your roommate instead of your companion.
conversations becomes brief, the bed becomes colder, morning kisses are exchanged for nods of acknowledgement, and you canât even remember the last time either of you desired each otherâŠ
one day though, the two of you come to a mutual decision to separate. you spend the night talking, and talking, and talking. you talk about things. memoriesâbefore and after. you even talk about your mis-comings, and if things couldâve gone differently had either of you did âthis, this, and thatâ.
when you tell the girls, youâre half expecting them to be upset, but all they can think about is how, ââtheyâll get twice the amount of gifts during holidaysââ â at least, according to your oldest who heard that from a kid in her class with separated parents.
a few years pass after your separation and now the both of you have come to a place where you can just be...friends. it was weird, at firstâdropping your kids off to their 'other home'. walking them up to the grandiose sky-rise apartment building that's always bustling with people who've got places to be, and working class people to probably tortureâbut that's neither here, nor there.
gojo's waiting in the lobby. he's leaned up against the side of the elevator, dressed down in all black athleisure, and he's sporting that damn cheesy grin that you find yourself missing lately.
"hey girls," he greets, lowering down to his haunches and opening his arms for hugs, "oofâbig hugs, almost knocked me over! missed me that much, huh?"
while the three of them get their hugs out of the way, you stand there idly watching, rocking back and forth on the balls of your heels.
"hey," he finally acknowledges you, "how was the drive? they got everything they need?"
"it was fine, and yep! they insisted on packing their own bags like big girls but i checked them," you say, before whispering, "and then repacked them."
he laughs at that, and then grabs their suitcases.
"but yeah, i should get going before traffic hits. if you need anything, let me know, and if you need anything," you drop down to your knees, "mommy's only a call away, okay?"
the two of them nod, "okay, mommy!"
"good...now come on, hugs and kisses!" you pull them in, getting enough kisses for two-weeks time. eventually, you pull awayâalbit, reluctantly, and wave your goodbyes.
the three of them watch you walk away, and when you're finally out of ear-shot, gojo utters a 'miss that'.
"miss what, daddy?"
"uh-huh," he clears his throat, "daddy didn't say anything..."
"liar, you miss mommy. don't you?" the youngest grins, all cheeky and knowing. gojo rolls his eyesânot out of annoyance, but because of how much they reminded him of himself. much like he, nothing ever got past those two...and he doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. right now, though? it's gonna be a good thing because he needs to know if-
"does mommy have a new boyfriend?"
"why?" the oldest answers, squinting her eyes in suspicion.
"jeez kid, just answer the question."
she ponders for a second, then extends her hand out, opening and closing it in a fast manner. gojo pouts, then takes out his wallet to put a five dollar bill on it.
she doesn't budge.
"oh, c'mon! i'm your father!" he pouts, but acquiesces and pulls out another five, "fine, you little brat."
with a smile on her face, she stuffs the bills in her front pocket and nods her head.
"wha-really?" he gasps, "is he better looking than me? how old is he? is he younger than daddy? is he richer than daddy? what's he do for work?"
ignoring his questions, she only extends her hand out again.
"i'm not giving you any more money, so we can settle this with some ice cream or nothing."
she ponders for a second time before nodding. "ice cream works for me."
"you little...c'mon get on the elevator."
20 floors in and the questions never stop coming.
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â â â â â â â â đą TEENAGE DIRTBAG kang haerin x reader
âł warnings yn is a member of baby monster, a continuation of bad influence, minjiâs blood pressure going higher and higher, yn is still her cocky self
if you were to say yn was a bad influence on haerin, haerin herself would probably disagree with you.
but minji wouldnât.
âwhere are you going now?â hanni asked from the couch beside minji, watching as haerin strolled to the door with a slightly distracted look, clearly preoccupied with something or rather, someone.
âoh, justâŠout,â haerin mumbled, slipping her shoes on and avoiding eye contact.
âagain?â minji raised an eyebrow, barely able to hide her disapproval. âthatâs like, what, the third time this week?â
haerin shrugged, mumbling something about yn wanting haerin to come watch her while she records a song for baby monsters new album, though her excuse sounded weak even to her.
before minji could press further, haerin was out the door, leaving minji staring after her, hands clenching into fists.
hanni chuckled beside her. ârelax, minji. theyâre just friends.â
minji huffed, crossing her arms. âfriends donât act like that, this teenage dirtbag is ruining haerin.â
the next few days were more of the same, haerin and yn, inseparable, attached at the hip. and it was driving minji insane.
one day, minji and danielle were taking a walk near the dorm when minji spotted haerin and yn sitting on a bench. haerin had her hand on ynâs shoulder, leaning in close as they looked at something on ynâs phone. haerin laughed at whatever yn showed her, leaning even closer, almost whispering in her ear.
âhey!â minji called out, unable to stop herself.
haerin looked up, startled, but yn only gave minji a little wave, a smirk dancing on her lips. âhey, minji unnie! hey danielle,â
danielle waved back, but minji simply narrowed her eyes, folding her arms over her chest.
âare you two glued together or something?â minji asked, trying to keep her tone light but failing miserably.
yn chuckled, not at all fazed. âhaerin and I were just watching the video I took during my recording, you know just looking for flaws.â
minji rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, âlooking for flaws, sureâŠâ thatâs rich coming from yn the most egotistical person alive.
later that week, minji was returning from a late practice when she saw yn and haerin in the kitchen, apparently in the middle of a late night snack raid. yn had her arm slung casually around haerinâs shoulder as they rummaged through the fridge, giggling over some inside joke that minji clearly wasnât part of.
she cleared her throat, causing both girls to jump.
âagain?â minji deadpanned, crossing her arms as she watched them. âdonât you both have curfews?â
yn grinned. âcurfews are suggestions, right?â
haerin stifled a giggle, nudging yn. âyeah, totally.â
minji glared. âsome of us actually like to follow the rules, you know.â
yn shrugged, unaffected. âguess weâre the fun ones then.â
haerin smirked at that, causing minjiâs irritation to bubble up even more. but before she could say anything else, yn grabbed haerinâs hand, dragging her out of the kitchen with a, âcome on, letâs go!â
minji watched them leave, her mouth half open in disbelief.
the next morning, minji was on her last straw when she heard loud laughter coming from haerinâs room. she stomped down the hall, finding haerin and yn practically tangled together on her bed, laughing over something on haerinâs laptop.
âoh, hey, minji,â yn greeted, not moving an inch. âwe were just watching this hilarious drama. wanna join?â
minjiâs eye twitched. âI think youâve spent enough time here, donât you?â
yn only smiled, shifting closer to haerin. âactually, I was just about to stay the night.â
âwhat?â minji looked at haerin, who only shrugged with an innocent grin.
âwe were doing a movie marathon,â haerin explained, but her sheepish expression did little to ease minjiâs suspicions.
danielle, who had wandered in to see what the noise was about, laughed at the look on minjiâs face. âminji, theyâre just friends! chill.â
it wasnât until one particularly intense night, when haerin had yet again vanished with yn, that minji finally snapped.
it was around midnight when she heard soft giggles coming from haerinâs room. she threw open the door, ready to give them a piece of her mindâ
only to freeze, eyes widening.
there, in the dim light of haerinâs room, yn and haerin were pressed close, lips locked in a kiss, minji gasp out loud.
both girls jumped apart, startled by the sudden intrusion. haerinâs face flushed a deep red, while yn seemed to dazed to care
âminji unnie!â haerin yelped, clearly mortified.
minjiâs mouth opened and closed, caught somewhere between shock and fury. finally, she pointed an accusatory finger at yn. âyou!â
yn just smirked, shrugging casually like it was no big deal, which only made haerin nudge her, eyes wide with mortification.
minji, unable to hold back any longer, marched over and grabbed ynâs wrist, yanking her up and away from haerinâs bed. âthatâs it. Iâm calling ruka unnie, and sheâs taking you home. now.â
âoh, come onââ yn started, but minji shot her a look that could melt steel, silencing her.
dragging yn out of the room, minji paused at the doorway to throw one last, scathing glare over her shoulder. âand you,â she said to haerin, her tone low and foreboding. âwe are talking later.â
the door slammed shut, leaving haerin groaning as she flopped back onto her bed, covering her face in utter embarrassment.
#baemon!yn#new jeans#new jeans x reader#kang haerin x reader#haerin x reader#kang haerin#haerin#haerin newjeans#girl group imagines#babymonster
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Everlasting Trio DP x DC Nobody Knows AU Part 7
Part 6
The door Sam knocks on is in a much nicer building than she expected.
She and Tucker are visiting Danny for dinner - and boy did they both nearly burst with excitement when he shyly extended the invitation - and frankly Sam had expected an apartment building in the Narrows or Park Row.
Danny was a teenage runaway less than a decade ago, for God's sake. Forgive her and Tucker for assuming he'd still be getting his feet under him and scraping by.
This? This is not that.
Sam has half a mind to think Danny is sugaring. He certainly wouldn't have any trouble - the Danny that disappeared from Amity was cute, but small and awkward in that teenage way. The grown up Danny they've been reconnecting with? He's tall, lean and positively gorgeous.
She wouldn't have a problem with that, per say. But the Danny they knew was also too nice for his own good and starved for positive attention. If someone was taking advantage of that Sam would kill them.Â
Separation did not quell her instinct to wrap Danny up and protect him from the world, it would seem.
There's a slight commotion after the knock before Danny himself is yanking the door open with a grin that's happy and nervous at the same time.
âGuys! Hey! Come in!â
He ushers them inside with all the energy of an overgrown puppy, something that hasn't changed one bit since they were kids.
Sam shivers a little as they enter, assuming there's an AC unit blowing over the entryway at first. She smiles at Danny's back as he babbles at them.
âI kind of lost track of time, so food isn't actually ready yet, but then I thought - hey! Who cares! We can cook together and it'll be fun! I got all vegan stuff too so we can make a meaty pizza for Tuck and a different one for you, Sam-â
The apartment they walk into is a spacious open floor plan, furniture in blacks and grays. She shivers again. Seriously-
âYour AC on the fritz or something?â Tucker asks, rubbing his arms a little. âIt's like fifty degrees in here, man.â
Danny freezes for a second on his way to the kitchen space before turning around and beelining for a wall - the thermostat.
âShit, sorry! Sit, sit! I knew I was forgetting something,â he grumbles as he flaps a hand towards the black bar stools at the kitchen island and fiddles with the thermostat. âI like the cold, I always have it too low for most people in here. Sorry about that, it'll get better soon.â
Sam and Tucker exchange bewildered looks as they sit at the kitchen island. There's liking it cool, and there's fucking freezing.
âGuess I don't have to ask your favorite season,â Tucker jokes, and Danny offers him an apologetic grin as he lopes back over.
âYeah, probably a safe guess,â he chuckles on his way to the fridge. âYou guys want drinks? I have a homemade sangria if you want. Beer, wine, you name it.â
Tucker opts for a beer. Sam asks for the homemade sangria, curious. Danny pours two glasses and takes an ice cube tray out to pop a couple of ice cubes in.
When the glass is set in front of her - âthey're the stemless kind you can't knock over. Cool, right? Look at âem wobble, they're just little guys.â - she raises an eyebrow.
The ice cubes are in the shape of little ghosts. Tucker snorts when he sees them, taking the bottle opener Danny offers for his beer.
âGhosts? Really?â
Danny blinks like he'd forgotten he had a novelty ice cube tray, then grins and shrugs.
âI mean. What else is being from Amity good for if not inside jokes?â
He turns away before she can respond with any form of bewilderment - Danny had been known for disappearing during ghost fights, after all. He was terrified of them. She hadn't expected him to want any reminders of ghosts or his ghost hunter parents.
Sorry - Jack and Maddie.
With two resounding thunks, Danny slaps store bought dough onto his nice dark counters. He at least remembered to leave them out to rise.Â
âAlright! While I roll this out, it's time to pick your toppings lady and gent - go wild, go ham. Let me show you my selection.â
He opens the fridge again, pulling out meats and veggies and cheeses abound. Sam notes vegan cheese alternatives in the mix with a warm fondness in her chest. She's stricter about being vegetarian than vegan, but the fact that Danny went that extra little mile?Â
Yeah. Yeah, this is still her boy. She missed having two of them. She and Tuck were never meant to be without a Danny, and she can see on Tucker's face that he feels the same way.
Smiling and standing to start looking through the options, Sam sips her sangria.Â
Itâs delicious, and the little ghost ice cubes smile back up at her like they're as glad as she is to be here.
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#sam has zero judgment for sugar babies#but she WILL kill a bitch if they're not treating danny like a queen#dp x dc#everlasting trio#danny phantom#sam manson#tucker foley#surely nothing will be said while danny is half drunk#haha
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â§.* nanami headcanons <3
He hums/sings while showering and feels embarrassed when confronted about it.
When someone he enjoys talking to speaks to him, he usually appears serious, but his expression is always unreadable. The expression conveys pure fondness for the person!! He enjoys hearing them ramble about their day, their lives, etc. He gives them a warm look.
Definitely a listener more than a rambler. He listens to people all the time, and remembers the small details about them. He tends to bring them up sometimes, which surprises the other person. But, he is extremely attentive to detail and loves getting to know people.
You know how in Korean dramas, the male lead is always a jack of all trades or something? Nanami is exactly that guy. Need assistance with your plumbing? He is there. Do you need to fix a lightbulb? He is there. Need help building a house? He is there.
He plays an instrument. He would play either the piano, violin, or flute.
He definitely enjoys watching movies in his spare time. When he is not doing anything, he enjoys watching movies. If he existed in the modern world, he would for sure have a Letterboxd account.
In a Modern AU, Nanami would undoubtedly be an English/History major. I do not care what anyone says. Maybe philosophy or business. But he would be one of those fine humanities majors you notice and immediately fall for.
Books are his specialty. He probably has several places where he goes to relax and read a book he recently purchased.
Speaking of books, if he gets a partner, he will read to them. He would cuddle them in bed, holding them in his arms while he read silently to them, pressing his lips against their ear, the soft, deep tone of his voice sounding like a musical masterpiece in their ear.
Pottery!! He enjoys pottery so much. He probably went to a pottery event/class when he was bored (he failed, the bowl looked like a deformed apple) but he really enjoyed the process. He definitely began to watch more videos on pottery and probably got himself a pottery wheel.
He is definitely an animal lover. he doesn't look like it, but he loves, LOVES, LOVES animals. If he sees a dog, his heart flutters but he doesn't touch it just in case. But, he's an animal attractor of course. The dogs are all over him at the dog park, and he smiles a little while petting them.
Speaking of animals, he probably has a cat. The cat is named after a food for sure. It is most definitely a type of bread or sandwich or a nut. For example, Pistachio or Baguette.
Super gentle with children. He genuinely enjoys being around them. Ask him about having children He will Be On Board.
HE WOULD NOT BE MEAN. The amount of people I have seen mischaracterize him by making him mean just because he's serious. No. He is just introverted and serious and needs to be comfortable around a person.
During relationships, he genuinely enjoys checking in on the person he is dating. He is always there for them, comforting, cherishing, and listening. He tries to get off work as soon as possible so that he can spend time with his significant other.
If he is shown too much affection, he does not snap or become angry with the person. He just blushes. He just lets out a soft "hm" and pretends to be serious, but his heart is racing, and his cheeks, ears, and neck indicate otherwise. He also gives them a slightly surprised look that quickly turns to his stoic look.
He definitely bought baby shoes at a store just because he thought they were so cute. Mans just wants a baby.
He would be both a girl and a boy dad. I do not care what anyone says; he loves both. If he has a son, he will do everything in his power to raise him as a gentleman while also showing him a lot of love and affection. If he has a daughter, he will be so gentle with her while also raising her to be a sophisticated, strong young woman.
Genuinely would be the grandpa of the friend group. Come on. Just look at him.
As a teenager, he probably would do the emo hair flip thing because his fringe kept getting onto his eye. Gojo probably laughed his ass off.
Secretly really touch-starved. People think he is not affectionate, but he is, just not in public. He would most likely grab his significant other while they were doing something and attack them with kisses. He probably likes being a little spoon sometimes even though he looks like an old man. He is clingy, okay? But not overly clingy. Sometimes he needs his own space.
Loves kissing their partner's beauty moles. The ones under their nose, the ones on their ear, the ones on scattered around their face, the ones in other areas... Wherever they are located, he will kiss them.
Sometimes he needs to be reassured. He needs to know if he is doing okay, if he is treating a person well. It looks like he does not need it, but he genuinely sometimes gets insecure about how others perceive him or how well he treats them. He worries about hurting someone's feelings.
Loves to try and hype up his partner with extreme amount of compliments. He is truly the number one simp and hype man.
I am a strong advocate for the fact that Nanami loves people of color. Like he will date a person of color. I don't CARE. I am Afro-Latina let me have my headcanon in peace : (
Once again. He is NOT mean. He will not yell. If he is angry, he is calm. He does not yell and if he does it is extremely rare. But he would never in his life yell at his partner or children if he has any. The only way he shows disappointment is by staying calm.
Speaking of being angry, he is not the type to show silent treatment. He would much rather talk rather than give a cold shoulder. He is a grown man. He knows how to communicate, people.
Old-fashioned nicknames. That is all. My love. Darling. Sweetheart.
He is probably fluent in several languages. I understand he is overly perfect, but he is perfect in my eyes. He probably takes the time to learn languages so that people feel included. Plus, he genuinely enjoys learning about different cultures.
Owned a bakery or worked as a chef at some point in his life. Maybe even a barista.
Helps old ladies cross the street, assists people with heavy bags, is courteous to his neighbors, and is the grandson of every old neighbor ever.
Probably is the type of guy to sit down on the couch and not try at Just Dance, and ends up winning.
Despite being serious, he would genuinely be bad at the game Among Us. This is so random but hear me out.
Favorite ice cream flavor is probably coffee or pistachio. Maybe even basic vanilla. He is not a big fan anyway.
Jazz music, classical music, old music is his speciality. In high school during his emo hair era he more so listened to 90s rock/punk rock.
His most used app(s) on his Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra is WhatsApp and Candy Crush.
Definitely has a whole closet of clothing and browses through them every night to see what suit he wants to wear for the next day.
When he shops or gets food, he goes to local family owned shops. He does not go to Starbucks for his coffee. He goes to the local family owned coffee shop.
Dry texter but if he gets a partner who is not a dry texter, he genuinely begins to pick up their habits. If they type with emojis he begins using emojis. I apologize but he'd unironically use the laughing crying emoji. "Haha! đ". Okay but genuinely, he would actually keyboard slam at some point. He sends them a photo, they go like "jshekehdkehdjdlsjdl" and one time they did the same thing and he was like:
"....Kshskshdjxbsnab." You know?
He is low key sassy. He was affected by sassy man apocalypse. He hides it in that serious exterior of his but he gives the biggest side eyes sometimes, crosses his legs too.
Snores like a dad. Bro was probably recorded by Haibara while he was in the dorms and bro was snoring like a regular ol dad. Drooling too. What a silly guy.
Anyway...
Overall, the best man ever. He is the man ever and that is why he is not real. Unfortunately.
forever angel <33
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Dear Diary || Cedric Diggory
Cedric Diggory x fem!reader || 5.2k words, fluff-ish, banter and awkward confessions !
Reader and Ced are both seventh years and Ced is head boy!
Warnings: slow and sappy smut, unprotected p-in-v, clothed sex , first times !!!
Summary: Cedric finds your diary, what's the worst that could happen?
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Cedric was idly perusing the shelves of the library on one fine afternoon, if the wads of homework given and expected to be completed by the end of the Easter holidays were not taken into account. He sought for some books that he could use as reference for his essay in History of Magic, a particularly tricky one, on famous and historical duels.
Though, his initial intentions were long forgotten as he noticed something. His attention was drawn to a small, forgotten notebook left on one of the study tables. He looked around to see if any sign of the owner was around. Once the coast was clear, he took it as a go-signal. Carefully, he picked it up with curiosity as he examined the notebook.
The cover was brown, its material being that of leather. It had a few tears, but it looked okay enough to be passed as a choice of style. It is decorated with intricate golden patterns on it, engraved with small jewels for design. The bottom was labelled with your name handwritten on, and the pages seemed to be slightly tarnished. He assumed you had kept it for a couple years or so.Â
But what was most intriguing was that it had been padlocked shut. He figured out that it was no ordinary notebook, probably a diary of sorts, piquing his interest.
As much as he knows not to stick his nose in things he is not supposed to, he couldnât help but feel interested in what was not supposed to be of his concern. He was not going to tell anyone whatâs inside, nor was he going to judgeâ it is not like you would know either if he did look through it.Â
But, he supposed a little peak would not hurt, right? He is going to give it back the next time he sees you, anyway.Â
Though, it was locked⊠It is nothing a simple alohomora charm could not fix. He pulled out his wand and pointed it towards the lock. He gave it a flick, chanting the spell out quietly. The padlock fell on the floor with a dull thud. He picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket, to seal it up afterwards to conceal any trace of him ever snooping around.
He flipped through the pages, becoming increasingly fascinated with what he read, some even dating back to seven years. Family issues, random stuff about life at Hogwarts, such as rants about homework, housemates and whatnot. The first thirty pages was about you mainly figuring out things back then as a first year, and a bunch of things you were astonished to discover.Â
It was really what your typical teenage girl would write; little things such as that cat you tried to pet in the first year that turned out to be Professor McGonagall, hallway crushes, that time you snuck in the restricted area of the library, so onâ and the mundaneness of everyday life. It was pretty much a bunch of stuff about what goes on during your days.Â
When he got to the fourth year, he started seeing his name being brought up occasionallyâ he of course, stopped on those pages to read themâ interested in what your perspective on him was. He started with the first page mentioning him:
DEAR DIARY,
I met this guy named Cedric Diggory. Heâs popular, tall and good-looking too..Â
He helped me out with my herbology homework. I was really struggling, good thing he stepped in. Though, maybe I was too busy staring at him to really pay attention to what he was teaching me. (Well, who can blame me???)
I know so many girls who would kill to have that happen to them. Wonder what got me so lucky today, maybe those Lumos Lucksweets I ate last night that I got from Honeydukes during Halloween.
I always thought he was cute, though I always felt too intimidated to approach him. Hopefully we can become friends.Â
He felt a bit surprised, a faint blush tainting his cheeks as he smiled softly. He would be oblivious if he didnât know he was sought after by both women and men, albeit it still doesnât make him any less flustered. You were one of his friends, yes, but he had never stopped to think that you thought of him in that way. You didnât make it obvious either.
He mostly skimmed through its pages, but stopped to read whenever he saw his name brought upâ about how you talked about each of your interactions; âCedric helped me withâŠâ âCedric and I went out toâŠâ âI think I like him..â Cedric this, Cedric that.Â
You like him. Or liked him. It only clicked with him now, though he would have to keep reading if he wanted to know if you still felt the same. (Because he definitely did.) Be that as it may, he still definitely had no idea on how to confess. Plus, it was too late to turn back any time now. He continued to leaf through its contents.
But it was not until he got to last yearâs pages that some things really stuck out. At first it was about wanting to kiss him on the cheek as you sat beside him in the library whilst you two studied for your transfiguration exam. Then the next time you talked about it being on the lips.Â
You even went into detail how you thought his lips would feel, then it was about how you so badly wanted to make out with him after you watched him after his quidditch practice because in your words, not hisâ
He looked so hot.
The more he read through, the material written within progressively escalated. Soon, it was about how you felt guilty by using the thought of him as a means to get off.Â
Now I feel guilty. Yes, I knowâ it is wrong of me to finger myself at the thought of my really really really hot friend who I also happen to have a crush on, no Iâm not being sarcastic, yes, it was just once. Just this ONCE, I got carried away⊠Oh Merlin, Iâm so sorry, Cedric.
He actually found it quite adorable how you were apologising in a diary. He was also extremely flustered at this point, a little bit horny and at the same time, confused. He nonetheless continued, reading several entries about how you admitted to having several fantasies of you being fucked by Cedric, what you think he would be like in bed, yada yada yada.Â
You admit throughout several logs that what was supposed to be a one-time thing, turned into nightly endeavours filled with a big ounce of shame afterwards.Â
Once he felt content, he got the padlock and clicked it back in place as if nothing ever happened, and took it with him as he went on his way. He figured it was best that he give it back the next time he ran into you.Â
Aside from that, his day passed by quite like any ordinary one, though he hadnât seen you at all. On his way down to the Great Hall, he caught a glimpse of you walking whilst talking to some of your friendsâ though you quickly disappeared into the crowd of students flocking towards the hall for dinner.
Afterwards, most students are headed towards the library or their respective common rooms, Cedric ought to do the same.Â
Meanwhile you were searching every nook and cranny of everywhere you had been within the entire day, searching for that damned diary since the afternoon. You had traced back your steps to the beginning of the day, starting off with the common rooms, the great hall, then you had snuck into the several classrooms you were in earlier. In the potions dungeon, you were almost caught by Snape, you hid in time (you pride yourself on being an absolute pro at hide and seek) and just by the skin of your teeth.
You would stop at nothing until you actually find it, the thought of someone else getting your diary sends shivers down your spine. You just hope if someone did, theyâd have enough of a sense of privacy and decency not to look through it. If this keeps up, You would have to be looking throughout the entire night and without being caught at that.Â
You doubt any of the staff would actually care about finding it if you had simply asked. You had tried that once when you lost one of your textbooks, you managed to find it, no thanks to anyone but yourself. And you would think if you would ask any of your professors, theyâd probably say (the textbook) was miles more important than some journal with sentimental value.
Before you knew it, you were definitely up past curfew hours. Currently in the library, you were looking everywhereâ on and under each of the chairs and tables, the shelves, you were seriously considering going to check the restricted section if you were not able to find it here. Perhaps the librarian thought it was a book, too. You froze in your place as you heard footsteps other than yours echoing as someone entered the library.
â
Cedric was doing his rounds and surprisingly, tonight was not that half-bad. No pesky students loitering around, so far that is. Currently surveying the corridors, classroomsâ he is now heading towards the library, hearing faint shuffling noises coming from the sound of it. So it was not a quiet night after all, he thought. He placed his bets on who he thought it was this time, and the lot of students who regularly snuck out was not much to choose from anyway.
Though, he was completely wrong this time. It was you. He flashes you a grin, nearly forgetting his duties as Head Boy to supposedly escort you back to your dorm since it was late hour. He could also give your diary back while he was at it, he was getting tired of having to cling on to it just at the chance he would run into you. But he had thought to strike up a conversation first, because why not?
âHey,â Cedric greeted you, approaching you slowly. âHi,â you gulped and said awkwardly. You interrupt him before he could even say a word, âI-I know what this looks like,â you stammer, figuring out the right words to say as you try reasoning with him. âIt sounds like a ridiculous thing to ask of you, I knowâ but donât tell anyone,â as you speak, youâre also in plenty of disbelief that the literal head boy of all people would give you leeway for sneaking out like thi. Even if he is your friend, and even if it were just once.
âAnd why shouldnât I?â He said so casually, as if you two were having a normal conversation; as if he were not on patrol at all and he hadnât caught you outside your dormitory past the given curfew. He also knew damn well why, it was just fun eliciting a reaction from you. He was of course going to eventually give it back. âItâs so late, you should at least be in your common room around this time, you know?â He points out as well.
âWell, for one, Iâve been a good student this year, this is the only time I snuck out.. And, I have a reason for sneaking outâ! Itâs not for anything bad, I promise, itâs just Iâve been looking for my damn diary the entire day.. I mustâve lost it somewhereâ look, I swear Iâll go back to the dorms right now if you please, please, donât tell me out to anybody.âÂ
You begged him, clasping your hands together for dramatic effect as you gave him those puppy eyes you use whenever you wanted something from him. (Such as when you begged him to buy whatever you wanted when you two went to Zonkoâs that one time. P.S. It worked.)
âYou mean this thing?â he said slyly. As he pulled out your diary, he gave a look of mischievousness. He watched as your eyebrows raise up, a look of relief plastered on your face as you sigh. You walk towards him, extending out your arms as you make grabby hands. âOh, yes! Yes, thatâs the one, now if you could just give it backââ then, thatâs when you get cut off.Â
âAh, ah, now wait just a moment,â he said, raising the arm with your diary in his hand so you couldnât reach it. âIâll let you off, and Iâll give it back if,â taking a deep breath before he spoke again, wondering if he should really be doing this. It was now or never. âYou give me a kiss.â
He found it really amusing as a blush formed on your face, completely flustered as your eyes widened in a look with a mix of shock and disbelief. You had stopped grabbing for your diary, as you opened your mouth to say something, but you were rendered completely speechless. Was this just a dream? Surely it was, it was too good to be trueâŠ
âHa, ha. Very funny, Cedric,â you fake-laugh, your tone being fully sarcastic. Seeing if he is just playing around with you. âNo way in hell I would,â you add, just in case he really was joking. (Maybe you have slight trust issues.) âJust give it back.â Despite that, he looked dead serious. He stared you down, not breaking eye contact, making you gulp nervously. âPlease?â
âOh, come on,â he says as his voice drops, sounding more sultry. âIâm not gonna do anything unless you let me, but I know you want to.â His eyes observe your lips. As much as he wanted to, he didnât touch you at all since you hadnât given your consent yet. He kept his hands to himself, letting his body language do the talking.Â
âNow what makes you say that?â You squint your eyes as you give a questioning look at him, acting, or trying to at least, unaffected. You still had your guard up, because seriously, what was up with this guy today?Â
âNow, whyâre you acting like you donât want it? Hmm?â He smirked, âCould make all those fantasies of yours in that little book come true, you know.â
You looked mortified, as if you had seen a ghost. The last bits of your dignity withered away, long gone at this point. You wanted to shrivel up and sob in a corner out of pure humiliation. He read your diary. âNo way, you read it!?â You slap his arm as you cover your face in sheer embarrassment. âPrivacy exists, you knowâ!â Cedric let out a guttural laugh, unable consistently to keep up his flirty demeanour. âHey, better me than anyone else, right? Besides,â he leaned on one of the bookshelves.
âI like you.â
If you thought you couldnât get any redder, you were awfully wrong. You didnât know what to say, as you practically threw yourself at him in an embrace. âI like you tooâŠâ you said, your voice muffled as your face was buried in his chest. âThis is so embarrassing.â
He wasted no time in hugging you back, his arms wrapped around you. It was like you put on a warm blanket. You two stayed like that for a while, enjoying eachothers company. The moment of silence was interrupted as he said, âI should probably ask properly.â You look up at him, waiting for what he has to say. âWill you be my girlfriend?â He finally says.
âWhat do you think?â A rhetorical question.
âI need a yes or no, not a âwhat do you thinkâ.â
âIf you actually read my diary, you already have your answer.â
âWell then, itâs official,â he smiles. âCan I get that kiss now?â He says impatiently. You waste no time, tipping on your toes as you press your lips against his, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. He wraps his hands around your waist, pushing you softly against a bookcase. It was chaste and passionate, as your lips intertwined as you two kissed in a slow rhythm.Â
You pull away, catching your breath. âBy the way, this doesnât mean I forgive you for reading my diary,â you blurt out, Cedric chuckling at that.
Before you knew it, he was grabbing your wrist and leading you to his dorm room. It was clear to the both of you where this situation was going. As you walked together, your heart raced in anticipation, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooded your senses. You both stopped in your tracks as you reached a portrait, that of Helena Ravenclawâs. He mumbled the password and the portrait swung open, walking in whilst ducking his head over the small entrance and motioning you to come in as well.Â
You assumed this was the headsâ common room, it was circular and decorated quite lavishly. If it were not for Cedric, you would have taken more time to admire the interior. It was definitely plenty grand compared to the regular ones. Though, you quickly were grounded back into the situation as he led you to his dormâ Head Boyâsâcompletely away from prying eyes. Oh, bless Cedric for being head boy and whoever decided that heads should have their own room.Â
He slams the door shut behind you two, pinning you to it. Tension flooded the room, it was practically suffocating. He wastes no time, cupping your chin as he tilts your head slightly upward to make you look at him. He leaned in for a second kiss, your lips puzzle together once more. His hand interlocked with yours tightly as he held it up against the door panel, keeping you in place.Â
It was not as innocent as it was the first time, in fact quite the oppositeâ amorous. It was far from perfect, given both of you were not experienced. All your knowledge came from things such as muggle films, you think.
You remembered how they opened their mouths slightly, imitating what you saw in fiction. You slowly gaped open your mouth, Cedric immediately getting the hint as he slid his tongue inside. You both attempted to swirl each other's tongues together, yet it was more clashing your tongues together with no rhythm whatsoever, in hoping something just works. Though it didn't make it any less hot, if anything, it was more.
It was awfully sappier than one would might like, but you two were both (not-so hopeless anymore) romantics. Perhaps it was the entire three years of obliviousness and pining for each other being poured into this moment. Though, given what you two are about to do, it is a bit fast for an official relationship. Well, yeah, as much as you just got together.. You both couldnât help it nor wait anymore, not wanting to waste any more time, not after so many years with your feelings going unsaid.Â
He took heavier breaths, grabbing ahold of your waist as he pressed himself closer against you. You both flushed, a bit embarrassed and nervousness surging through your veins as you gasped when his half-chubbed dick pressed against just above your groin. You couldnât denyâ you felt scared, a bit hesitant but you knew you wanted this more than anything.Â
While you still kissed, you both toed off your shoes and made a beeline for the bed (a sad attempt). Because your senses of navigation clearly dwindled, not a care in the world but each other. You two accidentally bumped into one of the small tables, knocking down some of the books that lay on them. âOops,â Cedric said lightheartedly. Pulling the both of you out of the moment momentarily, you two laughed and just chalked it up to fixing it later.
Finally reaching the four-poster (which was a lot bigger than the regular ones), even if it were a few feet away from where you two initially were, it was quite the journey. Cedric, who was the one leading out of the two of you, practically tripped you both into bed as he rested atop you. âCed!â You squealed, âyouâre crushing me!â light-heartedly, you say, as you jab at his chest playfully, in an attempt to push him off.Â
âWell..not my problem, princess,â he laughed as he buried his face into your neck. Sucking and nipping at the flesh, leaving red marks on you as he placed a kiss on each one to seal them afterwards. âMay IâŠ?â He says, his hand trailing up to grab onto the hem of your tie, ready to pull it off. You give him a small, silent nod. He takes his time with you, as if he were unwrapping a huge present.Â
He begins by pulling off your tie, discarding the article of clothing to a random corner of the room. The same goes for your robes, sweater, dress shirtâŠall long gone and forgotten. You were merely left with your undergarments and skirt on, as well as your socks. He stops dead in his tracks, taking a step back as he takes the sight of you in.
âI forgot to tell you how beautiful you are.â He says each word clear as dayâ youâve never heard anyone more confident in your life. You blush profusely, hands covering your face to conceal it. âIâll die from those compliments before you actually start doing anything, you know?â You babble, too florid to think of words to form.Â
He trails his hand, leading it down to your underwear, tugging down at the hem of it as to pull them off. âSorry, sorry,â he says, though not a hint of apology in his voice. You mutter something about him not being forgiven, ouch, so now he has two things he is yet to be forgiven for. He just smiles innocently back at you, lips all pouty as you pretend to sulk about it. (Obviously jokingly) When in fact, you wallow in the praise.
He leans into your ear as his hands now teasing at your folds, you let out a soft moan at his touch. âGuess Iâll have to make it up to you, huh?â He says in a low, gravelly voice. Which had absolutely no right to sound that hot. âPlease, Ced,â you say, trying not to sound like you were begging for it. âWait,â he stops, getting up and begins to rummage through his drawer, looking for something. You look at him quizzically, wondering what he is doing and looking slightly disappointed at the loss of sensation.
After a few more seconds, he pulls out a small vial of a clear flaxen liquid and examines it before walking back to you. âUm, Iâm really sorry, dâyou think thisâll do?â He shows you the vial, which you had assumed to be a natural oil of sorts. âI, er, donât have any lube.â He says awkwardly. âI mean, if youâre not comfortable we donât have toââ You cut him off immediately, quickly divulging that, âNo, no, weâ we can. Iâm fine with it.â Okay, you definitely sounded a bit desperate. He nods, uncorking the vial as he coats his fingers with a fair amount.
âIâve never done this before,â he says, prodding two fingers at your pussy. âJustâ just tell me if it hurts, okay? Tap my shoulder two times if you canât speak.â You nod, and with that, he eases in slowly his fingers, your breath hitching as you feel his fingers slip inside you. It feels uncomfortable, causing you to shift in your position slightly. Cedric quickly stops inching his fingers inside as he asks if youâre okay. You tell him that youâre fine and to keep going, assuring yourself and him that it is normal. Hopefully youâll get used to the feeling.Â
He continues, eventually now fully inside you. âLet me know when, um, I can move them, okay?â He says caringly, not an inch of attention wavering away from you. After a bit, you give him the go-signal to move and he starts dragging his fingers out of you, albeit slowly, and pushing them back inside. He watches you attentively, carefully studying your expressions, your body languageâ His erection was straining against his pants at this point, begging to be freed, but of course he wanted to make sure you were thoroughly prepared.Â
âAh, Ced, mhh, maybe if you curl your fingers aâah bitââ you moan, still feeling a slight discomfort and pain, though pleasure slowly seeps through. âLike this?â He says, as he curls his fingers inside you, moving in and out with languid strokes. You let out a particular wince, though you nodded in approval. âYes, just like thatâ ah,â
It was not anything you were not used to, though you always felt guilty whenever you did such things to yourself. Especially if your only barrier to privacy is the curtains on your four-poster. Though it took a bit of adjusting, because Cedricâs fingers were no doubt bigger than yours. You feel your stomach curling, the feeling of release catching on to you. Cedric must have had a sixth sense, or really good observational skills (perhaps all that astronomy paid off.) because he pulled his fingers out of you the moment you were about to. You whine instinctively in response.
Before you knew it, he was getting rid of his sweater, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, tossing the apparel in the same corner where your clothes went, though leaving his unbuttoned shirt on. You watched his every movement intently, feeling yourself getting wet at the sight of him undressing. He is tall, lean, and burlyâ has a good build from all that quidditch. Amen for that.Â
Your eyes begin to linger down to his trousers, and a very obvious bulge that you canât help but stare at. He continues by unzipping his fly, though not pulling down his pants. He tugged at his grey boxers just enough to release his cock from its confines, coating it with a light layer of the oil he had used earlier. You could not help but stare, your pupils dilated, clouding your eyes darkly with arousal. He crawls in between your legs as he now hovers atop you. He aligned his cock, tip pressing into the folds of your pussy.Â
âMânervous,â you mumble, almost nonsensically, though Cedric understood what you had tried to say. He leans in, placing a kiss on your forehead as he gently caresses your cheek, âIf youâre feeling pressured, we donât have to, yâknow. We can just⊠Stop here, we can continue another time if youâd like, when youâre ready.â He says softly, warmth naturally oozing through his voice like honey, sweet and assuring.Â
âNo,â you say, quiet but firmly. âI want to.âÂ
âThen we will, just tell me when youâre ready. Iâll be gentle.â He says, and his words make all your worries slowly ebb away. You feel safe with Cedric. You press your hips down onto his dick ever so slightly, letting the tip slide in. You gasp at the foreign feeling, nervous to fully take it all in. He notices, and as well lets out a soft moan, asking if he has permission to continue. You breathily say a yes, and thatâs when he unhurriedly starts to push inside you.
It feels completely new, slightly painful with a twinge of pleasure. You shut your eyes, wincing at the sensation. Cedric examines your expressions as he inches in, checking for any signs of discomfort. He stops for a moment to ask if youâre okay, noticing your brows knitting together with your eyes shut. You assure him youâre fine, and tell him to keep going.
Eventually, he bottoms out inside you, though he doesnât move immediately. You two just sit there for a good minute or two, kissing softly as your lips move in unison. Pulling away, panting as you say, âm-move, please,â
And who is Cedric to deny you of that? He began moving his hips slowly and shallowly, not wanting you to take too much at once. You also started getting a bit used to the feeling, though it was still mostly new to you. It didnât feel as painful as it did, moaning in pleasure as he moved his hips.Â
He then pulled out his cock, teasing you, and easing back in steadily, causing you to moan wantonly out loud. His thrusts still slow, but begin to get deeper as he holds your legs open. He was vocal too, nothing short of chanting your name and praising you in a gravelly voice, groaning and grunting ruggedly as he fucked his cock far into you.Â
âYouâre such a good girl fâme,â he pants, both of you moaning as he rocked his dick back into you with a particularly deep thrust. While the discomfort still remained, you grew more accustomed to the feeling of gratification that grew increasingly.âHaâ ah, harder, Ced,â you say, gasping in between your words. He did nothing shy of it, but not anything that he felt like would be too much for you.
âMerlin, yâfeel so good,â he says huskily, moving his hips rhythmically slow, hard and deep as youâre reduced into a moaning mess. Your arms flail to the side of your head, grasping on the sheets as you arch your back. You were mumbling nonsensically, and Cedric laughed breathily as he told you how cute you were. He could only barely make out what seemed to be an I love you. âI love you too, princess,â he groans as he leans in and leaves a few more marks on your collarbone and neck.
You splay your hands onto his back. Digging your nails into his skin, leaving marks of your own though unintentionally. You drag your nails down his broad back, grabbing onto him as he knocks the wind out of you with each thrust.
You feel a fire pooling low in your abdomen, as well as the heightening sense of arousal as Cedric kept thrusting inside you. You feel your pussy tighten around him, âMmh, Ced, I think Iâm gonnaâ!â You squeal, Cedric grabs your hips and quickened his pace by a bit. âGo on, sweetheart.â He says low, letting his breath into your ear, moving down to kiss your neck. Reaching your limit, you feel your orgasm ripple through you.
Cedric kept going, though you could tell he was close, tooâ his thrusts growing sloppy as the echo of skin to skin and moans from the both of you filled the room. His hips jerked a few more times as he finally sheathed fully and deep into you, as you two let out a long, drawn out moan as he was spilling his load inside your pussy.Â
Clenching around his cock greedily, itâs as if you were going to wring him dry. You feel the way his cock pulses as he cums in you, a white ring pooling around the base of his cock with your mixed juices as it trickles down your folds.Â
He collapses atop you, letting his head rest between your breasts as heâs still inside you. You two lay like that for a while, basking in the silence of the afterglow. You suddenly interrupt as you say, âOkay, maybe I forgive you..âÂ
He smiles and scoffs at that. Eventually, he pulls out and lays beside you, cuddling you from behind as you two exchange âI love youâsâ as you two drift off into sleep.
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i know it might be early but can you write about reader being in the judgment day and seeing her family breaking up at summerslam and so even if rhea and damian just lost they comfort her because they know how important was the jd to her? like they were her family.
oh iâve been waiting for this request honestly
damian priest x reader (platonic) + rhea ripley x reader (platonic)
tw : mention of abandonment, family issues, feeling of loneliness, brief panic attacks
donât break my heart
if someone told you a year ago that you would have joined the most successful faction in the wwe at the moment you probably would have laughed at them in their face.
and yet, a year ago rhea and the rest of the judgment day saw your potential when you were just in nxt. they saw as the fierce and feisty teenage girl that no one could handle and they knew that they wanted someone like you in their team.
you were only twenty but it felt like you were in the business for forty years. you knew that wrestling was your passion and you wanted to trasform that passion into your everyday work.
your family didnât agree. they didnât see what you saw in wrestling and so they couldnât see the talent you actually had. they said you had to focus on a real career path, that once you finished high school you had to apply for more colleges you could. they wanted a future for you that you didnât want.
and when you tried to explain to them that all you wanted to do in life was wrestling, they kicked you out. they didnât want you in the family anymore and you never felt so broken in your life. you were lucky your best friend let you into her house so you helped her with what you could. you found a part-time job so you could help her pay the bills or the food while you were still training to become a wrestler.
it was hard but somehow you managed to get signed into the famous wwe.
but once you joined, you realised that it wasnât perfect as you thought it would be. you struggled with getting booked and the first time you actually got booked they set you to lose even if you knew you would have won those matches easily. but the pay was good and fans started to recognise you more.
in reality you felt lonely and alone. you barely made any friends as they labelled you as the new one and you didnât feel welcomed at all. your family still didnât talk to you and due to you constantly being on the road, you lost contact with your best friend.
one special day the judgment day surprised everyone in nxt, claiming that they were looking for you so when they saw you fighting on the ring, they decided to make a special appearance and shocking everyone.
âwe want you y/nâ you remembered rhea saying and the crowd screaming of joy âwe want you in the teamâ and so you joined them.
you thought it was all for publicity but truth was that they really saw potential in you. you were young and you already had a big potential of becoming a real threat for the women division.
so they helped you train. rhea and damian showed you some moves and techniques youâve never saw before, finn was like the mind, teaching you how to trick your opponent with simple mind tricks and dominik was your comfort person, he helped you gaining more confidence, especially during your first matches.
later on you opened up about your past with them. how you basically had no family as they kicked you out, how you had no friends because the girls at nxt didnât like you and how lonely you felt but they made sure to change all of that. they always included you in their car trips, sundays together and movie nights.
you finally felt like you belonged somewhere.
so you couldnât believe of what you were witnessing while watching rhea losing against liv at summerslam. tears in your eyes as you watched dominik turning on rhea and betray her like that.
you were backstage watching the whole match with finn and jd and you couldnât stop your hands from shaking.
âno no no noâŠdom pleaseâŠdonât do thatâŠâ you whispered as your eyes were glued to the tv.
you couldnât deny there had been tension this past weeks but you were the judgment day, you always solved all the issues you had so why was it happening now?
ây/nâŠâ finn slowly approached you. his heart was breaking for you, mostly because he knew what was going to happen and mostly because he knew you didnât deserve to be put into this mess.
âfinnâŠwe have to do something weâŠâ he hugged you because he couldnât lie to you. he couldnât find words to comfort you because what he was going to later was gonna make you hate him.
you cried into his arms until damian broke into the room and started screaming. he was visibly upset and he couldnât understand why dom turned on rhea.
âdid you know that?â he started screaming at finn but before he could answer you jumped in.
âof course he didnâtâŠâ
âno i didnât know manâ finn lied. he didnât care about lying to damian, but you, after he said that he simply left the room without saying anything to you.
you stayed there, confused while your brain was trying to elaborate everything that happened in the past 30 minutes.
you knew rhea wanted to be left alone so you guys waited for her to calm down. she joined you a few minutes before damianâs match started âheyâ you smiled at her.
âheyâŠâ she put her arm around your shoulder and let you rest your head over it.
âyou good?â
âiâll be okayâŠnot the match i imagined but it will be okayâ she softly smiled at you. you knew she was hurting and that she was clearly pissed, but she didnât want you to worry for her so she pretend that everything was fine.
as damianâs match began, you both had hopes for him to retain his title but everything went downhill when you saw finn turning on damian.
ârheaâŠwhat-what is he doing over there?â rhea was as shocked as you were because finn wasnât supposed to be there.
âiâŠi donât knowâ
ârhea we have to do something! damianâs gonna lose andâŠâ but before you could continue, she grabbed your arm when she saw that you were about to leave the room and she stopped you.
âthereâs nothing we could do y/nâŠâ she was hurting as much as you were.
âno no, please rheaâŠi canât, this group canât break up pleaseâŠâ it was like losing a family all over again âwe have to go there and help damian, talk some sense into finnâs head andâŠandâ
âhey y/nâŠcalm down, come hereâ she hugged you as she sensed that you were panicking âthereâs nothing we can do right nowâŠthey made up their mindsâ
âbut finnâŠfinn, he told me everything was going to be alright, he told he didnât know anything about dom and now, now heâs just going to betray us like thatâŠrhea we have to stop himâŠâ you were visibly crying right now.
but before you could continue or before, she could answer you, finn did unthinkable and betrayed dam on live tv. he made damian lose his title and while coming backstage, he had this twisted smile on his face that made you sick enough.
âwhere are you going y/n?â rhea asked you when she saw you about to leave the room.
you stayed there for a minute, thinking if you should go to talk to finn or go to comfort damian âi donât knowâŠi wanna talk to finn, i need him to tell me to my face that he doesnât care about us, that he doesnât care about this group andâŠâ
âlove, please stopâ rheaâs heart was breaking for you because she knew how much you loved the group as it was your own family âthereâs nothing we can do nowâŠfinn and dom turned on us but me and damian arenât leaving you, i promise youâ
ârheaâs rightâŠâ you both turned your heads to face damian. he had a broken look on his face and it was clear that he was hurting âwe ainât going anywhere y/nâŠâ
âdamianâŠâ you went for a hug and he softly smiled when he felt your arms hugging him as strong as you could âi had no idea finn was going to betray you like thatâŠhe told me everything was okay and thenâŠâ
âitâs not your fault y/nâŠyou couldnât have known thatâŠâ
âare you okay damian?â you asked, feeling guilty that they were the ones who just got betrayed and you were the one crying about it.
âiâll be okayâŠyou know finn was like family to me and see him betraying me like that. it will hurt for a while but we are a family and we stay together through all of thisâ he smiled at you.
âi justâŠi wish i could talk to them andâ
ây/n, loveâŠnothing you say would make them change their mindsâŠâ rhea softly spoke to you.
âi know but they canât break this family apartâŠâ you wanted to say group but you never felt like you were part of a group, you felt like you were part of a family and suddenly you felt 18 again, when your parents kicked you out and turned their backs on you.
damian and rhea knew how much that affected you, how scared you were of abandonment and they promised that you would have never felt like that again. but they couldnât keep their promise as long as they wanted because finn and dom were breaking the group apart and they couldnât do anything about it to stop them. they knew how much you struggled to make friends and apart from them and a few other wrestlers, you didnât have many friends.
you struggled again in the womenâs faction because they all were too focus on themselves to make space for someone else, apart from shayna or bayley, the rest of them never acknowledged you.
damian introduced you to jey uso and some other people like drew or la knight and even if they were all kind to you, you couldnât really rely on them as friends because they werenât.
so all you had left was the judgment day, until now.
âhey hermosaâŠwe are not leaving you okay?â damian reassured you.
âeveryone leaves at some pointâŠâ
âhey none of that nonsense okay?â rhea almost scolded you âyou probably werenât expecting this, i saw it coming eventually but trust me when i say that me and damian wonât leave you aloneâŠyou still are part of this group and we ainât leaving you behindâ rhea gently rubbed your back while you were wiping some of your tears away.
ârheaâs rightâŠwe are here and we are here to stayâŠâ damian smiled at you.
âthank youâŠâ
âdonât thank us love, itâs the truthâ
maybe, in the end you still had a family that cared about you but for now, you couldnât wait to kick finn and domâs asses on monday night raw.
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part two
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once bitten, twice shy
megumi fushiguro x reader
à©â© wc: 3.1k (i cannot write anything under 2k to save my life)
à©â© tags: emotionally constipated megumi, tsundere basically, friends to lovers, a lil angst, not actually unrequited love, pining, alcohol, typical yuuji nobara antics
à©â© a/n: this is not xmas themed despite the title BUT it does end up taking place on satoru's birthday for plot reasons. megumi fushiguro your intimacy issues bewitch me mind body and soul.....
megumi does not know what to do with his feelings.
heâs never been the type to be particularly in touch with them â he didnât remember his parents enough to blame them for whatever avoidant attachment heâd accustomed himself to. or maybe, that was the exact cause of said attachment style. gojo taking him in when he was a child didnât help either â the man also refused to be very vulnerable around him, merely acting as a benefactor and a nuisance at best.
and while he was closest to tsumiki, heâd still built up a wall around himself that she couldnât get through, and she knew it. she couldnât break through it in his pre-teen years, and certainly not his teenage years when he was taking out his aggression on his classmates. he would ignore her soothing words and resent her kindness. perhaps heâd taken after toji in that way. constantly fending for himself for the sake of survival. always convinced that he was doomed to be alone.
and then there was you.
heâd met you first at jujutsu tech before any of the other students could. after sparring with maki, heâd been dismissed to shokoâs office. heâd opened the door that september day and was immediately met with your wide eyes, your searing cursed energy. gojo had found another stray.
shoko had made him your first experiment and you excelled. his injuries were healed within minutes. if anything, he felt better than he had in months â after battling insomnia and panic attacks, he felt⊠calm. like his brain was cleansed and that he had nothing to stress about. (until the next time gojo had gotten on his nerves.)
your introduction to his class was nothing extravagant despite gojoâs theatrics. megumi couldnât help but keep his eyes on you after that â during practice battles, lectures, or lunch. he was always hyperaware of your presence. he blamed it on your cursed energy.
he hates how enthusiastic yuuji is about you, how yuuji tells him about how he manages to get you alone even though you often keep to yourself, and how he thinks youâre so fucking pretty, and that youâd agreed to watch the human earthworm movies with him. (megumi had refused when yuuji asked.)
he stews in that anger quietly because heâd rather die than let anyone know. nobara knows better, of course. she teases him about it and brings up jealousy.
why should megumi ever be jealous of yuuji? the boy was a freak accident in human form, with no inherent technique. who fucking cares that he can make you laugh without any effort?
it doesnât matter. it doesnât. because you have no direct effect on megumi and you donât distract him during school. he doesnât cling onto the memory of your hands on his skin. he doesnât wish for the feeling again. of course not.
he tells this to yuuji and nobara, too. thereâs one day where nobara goes too far â she teases him about setting up a date, that you rave about him, that heâs definitely your type. megumi doesnât believe a word of it, especially because youâre probably more comfortable with yuuji. he doesnât care to date because it would hold him back. heâs too focused on his training, on being the best, because heâs determined to follow in gojoâs shadow even if he wonât admit it. he could be the second strongest. he could be the most reliable.
it comes out in all the wrong ways. heâs more irritable than usual, so he yells at nobara instead of seething in hushed tones. he rants about how he doesât need someone by his side, certainly not you, whose only benefit is to heal superficial injuries and not much else. how your combat skills are poor, how easily you get beat when you spar on the field. how compared to him, youâre weak, so youâre of no use.
unfortunately, you hear him. every thought on his mind that tumbles out of his stupid mouth, his tone spewing wrath. you know that megumi is a moody person, but youâd never think him to be mean.
you pretend youâre just passing by, but from the faces nobara and yuuji are making, megumi already senses your presence. the color drains from his face, cobalt eyes wide.
âiâm â iâm sorry, i didnât mean ââ
âitâs okay, fushiguro,â you say softly. even after that shitshow, youâre still fucking smiling. it puts a sinking feeling in megumiâs stomach.
âah, i got an extra pack of mochi and thought you guys would like it.â
you hand over a small bag and megumi takes it wordlessly.
âthatâs so sweet,â yuuji beams, attempting to deflect. âhey, i was just looking for you. do you happen to have those jujutsu history notes? kugisaki spilled a soda on mine.â
âyou knocked it over!â nobara protests.
âyou put it on top of my stuff!â
you take your notebook out of your bag and hand it to yuuji graciously, avoiding megumiâs gaze and making up an excuse to see all of them later.
apparently, âlaterâ means a week after. megumi sees you in class, and while he attempts to walk you to the dining hall or invite you to hang out, you bolt out the door before catching anyoneâs attention. he has to find out how you are from fucking yuuji, who somehow gets to see you around the dorms every other day.
âi think she just likes to keep to herself, sâall,â yuuji says. he can sense megumiâs anxiety just from being in the same room as him.
âbut you see her all the time.â
âsheâs been tutoring me a little. and we just like the same movies and stuff.â
yuuji shrugs casually. his nonchalance makes megumiâs blood boil, because of course heâs the one who gets to occupy all of your time. of course youâre probably most comfortable with him. he knows he shouldnât be seething at the thought of you two together â it isnât his right. but his jealousy is starting to get the best of him lately.
âare you guys together?â he blurts out.
âno?â yuuji furrows his brows. âif anything, i feel like nobara might be trying to make a move since sheâs way nicer to her than she is to us. except iâm pretty sure she and maki have been going out lately.â
âmaki?â
âdude, keep up!â
and when yuuji accuses of megumi having a crush again, the same way nobara did all those weeks ago before he made a fucking fool of himself, megumi shuts it down with a grimace and a blush. heâs merely concerned about your wellbeing is what it is. thatâs what heâs able to muster up to yuuji, of course, who absolutely isnât buying it based on his shit-eating grin.
itâs annoying, especially because yuuji can make you feel more comfortable, comfortable enough to hang with the whole trio, and the pink-haired bastard has to meddle like a little troll. bumping the two of you into each other like youâre in middle school. somehow, it worsens everything. not your dynamic, but megumiâs self-consciousness.
he was already so extremely aware of you, but now heâs convinced that some angel above has tied the red string between you both extra tight. megumi looks for you in every crowd, awaits your arrival every day in the classroom and at lunch, and itâs starting to feel pathetic â the lightness in his chest whenever youâre even so much as ten feet away. his heart even beats faster at the anticipation of your text in the group chat, for fuckâs sake.
and then thereâs gojoâs birthday party, a surprise orchestrated by the four of you, despite megumiâs reluctance. youâre particularly more radiant than usual. maybe itâs the lighting. maybe itâs the dress you have on.
despite the amount of shots heâs been forced to take in the past hour (three), megumi is still sober enough to feel anxious around you. though, he thinks he might be drunk enough to be lost in your image, fixating on your collarbone and the way your hair falls in your face as you laugh at one of gojoâs stupid jokes. itâs when the two of you lock eyes that megumi feels out of it, because you smile at him. you fucking smile.
if the warmth of the liquor wasnât currently raising heated blood to his head, heâd deny the sparks that came from the mere sight of your smile, but he was hopeless. youâre mesmerizing. dizzying. he doesnât know what to do with his face, not when his cheeks are flushing red and his motor skills are slowing down. fuck, maybe he was a lightweight like gojo after all.
heâs clearly out of touch with reality, because the moment fades as soon as it comes. perhaps it wasnât a moment at all. he watches you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, your mouth moving slowly as you mingle with other classmates. heâs fucking fixated on your mouth â your lipstick tonight is a blush red with a shiny gloss reflecting light. megumi has only dreamed of what your lips would taste like once or twice. no more than that. he swears on it.
thereâs brief eye contact between the two of you again for half a second. thereâs a coy smile on your face as always before you slip out the back door of the house.
there are so many bottles around the place that no one will notice megumi taking an entire bottle of champagne for himself. he scowls at the taste, of sickeningly sweet pears â courtesy of gojo, probably. his head swims and thinks of you.
his momentary peace is rudely interrupted by the sound of nobaraâs voice in his ear, asking for you.
âijichiâs setting up karaoke!â
âthere is no way in hell that iâmââ
âi donât care what you do, emo, but i need her to do a duet!â
megumi heaves a sigh, making his way to the backyard where he finds you sitting on a tree stump. even with the dim fairy lights, he probably wouldâve missed you if not for the cherried end of your cigarette.
âfushiguro-kun,â you nod at him.
âmegumi,â he rasps. âjust⊠megumi is fine.â
âoh, i get special privileges now? how come?â
thereâs no mirth in your tone. youâre teasing him. he doesnât answer your question.
(the mere act of you teasing him becomes an intimacy in itself â he had never thought that you would be comfortable enough to talk to him in jest. youâd maintained your distance from him fairly well.)
âdidnât know you smoked.â
âonly when i drink,â you shrug. âieiri-san doesnât make much of an effort to hide her cigarettes, either. donât tell on me, though.â
âwouldnât dream of it.â
he doesnât know where to look. luckily, youâre not looking at him, so he can settle his gaze on your mouth nursing the cigarette. plump. glossy under the moonlight.
megumi is not used to wanting. he had never asked gojo for anything during his adolescence, and refused any gesture of kindness from anyone. he was convinced since childhood that there was no point in desire because disappointment would be on the other end of it either way.
heâd like to be a monk about it. he could control himself and focus on his studies. never spare you a glance again that isnât platonic. and then a cool december wind blows past the two of you, and he smells your amber perfume.
and when he turns his head, youâre looking at him, eyes bright.
âso⊠not enjoying the party?â
âiâm not really one for parties.â
âme neither,â you shrug. âthatâs why i like to do my little ritual of escaping.â
âwe have that in common.â
you hum, a noncommittal noise. you take another drag of your cigarette, which disintegrates slowly.
âwhat a pair, the two of us.â
megumi canât pick up any sarcasm from your voice, though he assumes it. it makes his stomach drop even though the statement is harmless. the two of you. together. it makes endless futures bloom in his mind. maybe itâs the prosecco, but it almost makes him want to vomit. to think that he was even good enough to be beside you in your future.
you curse quietly when you pull your phone out of your jacket pocket to check the time, realizing itâs dead. megumi gives you a once-over. the jacket youâre wearing is all too familiar. like him, youâre not one to wear very many colors. but this jacket is bright red, varsity style, and oversized on you.
âis that itadoriâs jacket?â megumi stammers.
âoh, yeah. i didnât realize how cold it would be tonight.â
âoh.â
âwhy?â you give him a curious smile.
ânothing,â he coughs. âare⊠you twoâŠâ
you laugh and itâs like a song to him.
âi think he might be my best friend, sâall. why? you jealous?â
he looks at you again, head-on, your eyes still bright. brighter than fluorescents. thereâs something in your irises that is meant to provoke him, but heâs dispensed of his usual cautious nature after he takes another gulp from the bottle.
âmore than you can imagine,â he huffs.
âsorry?â
ââm not repeating that.â
âwhat, youâre not saying youâre like, into me, are you?â you exasperate.
megumi remains silent, cheeks flushed. he thinks that if his head could heat up any more, heâd end up with a migraine.
you breathe the tiniest gasp. if it wasnât for how close megumi was to you, he wouldnât have noticed.
âi kind of thought you hated me, you know,â you admit.
âi could never hate you. i donât think anyone could.â
âyou donât have to pretend,â you sigh. he didnât notice until now that your cigarette was finished, discarded onto the dirt with your boot to crush it into ash. âiâ beyond the politeness, i get it. that iâm not your type or whatever. you donât even have to be friends with me, fushiguro-kun.â
âmegumi,â he emphasizes.
âmegumi.â
âiâm not pretending. i⊠i really fucking like you,â he slurs. âit kind of scares me how much.â
âyouâre drunk.â
âi am. i know you heard me say all that shit to kugisaki and itadori, but itâs because they put me on the spot and i was nervous. i donât know how to⊠deal with feelings. honestly, if i wasnât even a little drunk right now, iâd probably have left the party with my tail in between my legs and avoided you for the next fucking week, and you donât deserve that. you deserve⊠everything.â
âeven you?â
when did you get so close to him? if he sauntered just a few inches in your direction, he could touch your noses together. he can smell your perfume so deeply.
âitâs the other way around,â megumi breathes. âi donât deserve you. not anything close to you.â
âwhat if i want you regardless?â your voice is just above a whisper. a prayer, a hymn. a wish to be blown out.
megumi swallows the lump in his throat. he blinks at you, dark indigo luminescent. the world slows down. he may owe it to the liquor and the wine, but he assumes itâs just your presence. your scent, the softness of your hair in between his fingers, your soft breaths.
âwhat do you want, megumi-kun?â
he remembers something gojo said. that to be a jujutsu sorcerer, he has to be selfish. heâs not sure if that philosophy applies to the situation at hand, but heâd be damned if he let you crawl into bed tonight without knowing how he truly felt about you. so, uncharacteristically, he takes a leap forward.
he unwinds the tension in his body and presses his lips to yours. itâs soft, chaste, innocent. something like a pause. heâs afraid to touch you, but youâve already reeled him in with arms thrown around his shoulders, fingertips touching the softness of his black hair.
you bump your nose with his, shyly, and he kisses you open-mouthed. tongue in your mouth, meshing the taste of tobacco and prickly pear. the vanilla chapstick that heâd put on before he followed you out to the backyard.
he has one hand caressing your jaw and the other on your shoulder, thumb brushing over your collarbone in a way that makes your entire body shiver. youâre embarrassed at the pool of desire in between your legs.
megumi has never let himself be full of wanting, but at the moment, his veins are surging with it. itâs like a drug to him â your warmth, your scent, the saccharine taste of your mouth. your flesh is so soft, so pliable, from the way you dip towards the cavern of his lanky body, pressed against him chest to chest. letting his hand dig into the fat of your hip. fingertips grazing the skin underneath your shirt.
maybe itâs the liquor, but heâs feeling experimental â he tucks your bottom lip in between his teeth. pulls your hair ever so slightly. you mewl into his mouth quietly and he thinks that heâs never felt anything better than this. youâre wrapped up in all of him. you can quite literally feel the heat on his cheeks and both of you realize how aroused he is, his bulge prodding your thigh.
âfuck,â he whispers into your mouth, and he pulls away. only a few inches are separating you as he takes a moment to breathe. his eyes are blown out wide, black stretching across dark blue. both of you are stunned, panting, and the tension is more palpable than ever.
a rustling of grass makes both of you jump. when he turns, he sees yuuji and nobara staring with wide eyes.
âyou owe me 7,000 yen,â yuuji deadpans to nobara.
âseriously, fushiguro? i didnât think you had it in you!â
âi always had faith in you, fushiguro!â yuuji chimes.
while you giggle, megumi growls under his breath at the new intrusions of dumb and dumber.
âi personally thought you were way out of his league,â nobara tells you.
âeat shit.â megumi seethes with arms crossed, and despite his wrath, he resembles more of an angry kitten to you than any potential threat.
âsheesh, donât summon a shikigami on them, megumi,â you tease with a pleased grin.
âiââ he stumbles over his words in frustration, grimacing. âwhat do the two of you want, anyway?â
âgojo-sensei got ijichi to sing doja cat.â
âoh, iâve gotta see this,â you snort, grabbing megumi by the hand as you begin to usher the crew back inside. his heart leaps at the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his.
despite his inhibitions, megumiâs decided that he could get used to this.
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Thinking about Rin Itoshi with a partner who's an oldest sibling.
Well, he didn't even know you had a little sibling at first, since that topic never popped up in your conversations (actually, he probably avoided the topic family altogether). It just happened to slip up during an outing at the mall. You both just passed through a shop you knew your sibling liked, which made you remember their birthday was coming up. So, you grasped the opportunity to buy their gift beforehand to prevent you from forgetting it like you did last year and making your family member mad (again).
"Rinnie, let's stop here!"
"Huh? Why? I don't remember you mentioning you liked this shop before"
"It's not for me silly! It's for my lil sibling!"
"....you have a younger sibling?"
"Yeah!"
"And you buy them gifts?"
"...you don't buy your sibling presents?" (Of course, you didn't know about what happened between him and Sae and their strained relationship at the time)
"...no"
He looked really uncomfortable, so you just left it at that. You knew he would tell you eventually when he finally felt like he trusted you enough.
After that, Rin actually got pretty curious about you and your sibling. How was your relationship with eachother? Do you treat them well? (he knows you do, but the trauma he got when Sae left still haunts him to this day) Do they treat you well? (He hopes they do, because he won't take it lightly if they don't). Sadly, he couldn't go to their birthday becsuse he was playing abroad, but you gushed about the party while in call with him, talking about how "Your little baby was growing too fast" and how "You weren't ready for that". So, that answered (a part of) his questions: your relationship was just great. Amazing, even. And that only made him more curious and more anxious to meet them.
The opportunity to actually meet your sibling presents itself in an unsuspected night. It was one of Rin's rare day offs, which you both usually spend cuddling in the couch, eating tons of chocolate (actually it was you eating chocolate and him watching, because he had to follow a strict diet. More for you, I guess!) and watching some horrible horror movies that had such bad script, acting and special effects that they looked more like comedy movies.
You were finishing the popcorn when you heard the doorbell ringing. Since your hands were full, you asked Rin to open the door.
"Rinrin, sweetheart, could you please open the door? I'm busy with the popcorn right now!"
Without saying a word, Rin got up from the couch (where he was picking the movie for the night) and went straight to the door, wondering who could it be. Maybe you ordered take out. Maybe it was that sweet old lady that lived next door offering brownies again. Maybe a scout selling cookies. It could also be--
Oh.
He was NOT expecting this.
"...I think you got the wrong house" The striker said after opening the door and finding a teenager, probably not a lot younger that him (5 years at most). They were crying badly, with snot running down their nose and looking absolutely devastated.
"So, who is it--" you said, blissfully unaware that someone was having a breakdown at your front door. However, when you finally got to the door and saw who was there, you quickly put your hands over your mouth, muttering your sibling's name with a worried "Oh dear! What happened?" following right after.
You quickly ushered your sibling inside, told them to sit at the couch and went into the kitchen to make them some tea to help them calm down, not knowing Rin was right behind you ever since you closed the door, wondering "Who the hell is this person?", but not quite knowing how to ask.
"You're probably wondering who they are". There you were. Always knowing what he wants without him even needing to utter a word. That was probably one of the reasons your relationship worked so well, Rin thought.
"Yeah"
"They're my little sibling, the one I went to that birthday party last month"
"...ah."
"I don't know why they're crying tho. I hope I can figure it out."
"I'm sure you can"
"C'mon, let's go to couch. They're waiting there" You said, holding the tea in your hands. But, before you both got out at the kitchen, you stopped and turned to him with a smile "Actually, could you please grab some napkins at the bathroom stall? I'm sure I'll need some"
"Sure, no problem"
Then, you both parted ways. While Rin was searching for the damn napkins that Itoshi was sure were actually straight up hiding from him, only your sibling's sniffs and your soothing words filled the house. He gradually heard the crying disappearing though, so you must have done a very good job at comforting your family member.
Rin must have spent a long time searching for the napkins, because at the time he finally got to the living room, he could no longer hear sniffs or hushed whispers.
"Honey? I found the napkins." He said while getting closer to the couch.
When he did get to where you were, he understood why he wasn't hearing anything anymore. No wonder the sniffs disappeared: you and your sibling were both sleeping, with their head in your lap and your hand in their hair, as though you were passing your hand through their locks to soothe the pain they were feeling. You both had calm expressions on your faces (well, as calm as a face of a person who probably spent more than 1 hour crying could be) and the cup of tea sat empty in the table beside the armchair.
"Oh."
Rin looked at the scene in front of him with a sad sparkle in his eyes, wondering how his life would be if Sae was a sibling like you in the past: a caring brother, that wouldn't call him lukewarm and wouldn't say he makes him wanna vomit.
Shaking this thoughts out of his mind since they were going to make him more harm than good and it was no use thinking about Sae now, Rin grabbed the blanket you both use during movie nights and threw it over you and your sibling, looking at the scene one last time before heading towards your shared bedroom, your movie night long forgotten. He wasn't sad though, because what happened today made him be sure of something:
You were the perfect match for him, and he would be damned if he let you go.
A/n: Did this based on me and my little brother's relationship. His birthday was yesterday, so I got creative. A great idea, not so great execution. Wish I could've done a better job on my Rin debut fic, sorry Rin đ
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